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Yeah, mutes are so stupid!
Alright hopefully this at least gets Darren some kudos from Luke and Llavi even after being an idiot...
- Darren Grey -


---Interacting with Team 4---


The winds felt faster and more harsh as Darren started to get to the roof. Where he felt out of breath and the chill of the winds really start to sting against his skin. The plan started to really become difficult to feel confident as he was having to really hustle to get to the roof. All the while he knew Luke and Llavi were probably pissed at him. The more and more he kept going he couldn’t blame them for it. He was mad at himself for all this.

Finally though he got over to the ledge of the rooftop and when he looked down even the giant Juggernaut looked like an ant from where he was. Darren’s body felt tense beyond description when he realized just how stupid he was for thinking this would work. Still he had to prove himself, prove he knew what he was doing and that he wasn’t just the over privileged punk they still saw him as. Suddenly though he looked down again and realized that Luke was down and Llavi was trying to help him up, all while Juggernaut was coming after them like a serial killer in a horror movie. “Shit....” Darren had to gulp as he knew he couldn’t wait. Quickly he let his feet dangle off the edge of the rooftop’s edge, and with a push off from his toes was suddenly airborne and falling fast.

In mid air Darren quickly opened his mouth and let all the incoming air rush in. Filling him up fast as he got bigger and bigger to the point where he felt his skin sting a little. He knew he went fast and hard but if the plan was going to work he had to do it, over do it even. Still he came in directly on top of Juggernaut and landed hard square on the monstrous villain’s cranium.

Darren felt his body contort and suddenly become stinging with pain all over as his already taut skin got pulled and mangled from the contortion against Juggernaut’s head. Suddenly though Darren was launched off of Juggernaut’s head like a rocket. Sailing over Llavi and Luke as his body was rapidly deflated from him knocking the air out of himself. Only for him to slam hard into the side of a dumpster, with a sound emitting from it like a shotgun blast. Even though Darren’s skin was extremely durable he still felt like his insides got smashed and rattled hard from the impact. All he could hope for was that the plan worked and Juggernaut was knocked out.

When Darren looked up, praying quietly that it worked. All he saw was Juggernaut stumbled back a bit, shaking his head slightly before coming back after them. Darren groaned for a second realizing everything he had hoped for was just plain ruined.

Still though Juggernaut was coming after his teammates and even in all the pain. His skin ached, his lungs hurt, he had a hard time breathing. Still he fought like hell to get back up. If he couldn’t win the fight he had to at least still try to help. Even though by this point it was nothing but sheer adrenaline keeping him moving as Darren felt like he was going to fall over in a heap at any moment.

Fumbling to his feet, Darren clinched at his own stomach as he got next to Llavi. Getting next to Llavi to help his teammate up to his feet. Even though Darren could barely stand himself. “Okay I’ll admit that was so fucking stupid I’m sorry I’m...” Darren couldn’t talk as he suddenly coughed hard. Almost on the verge of tears as he was embarrassed, in incredible pain, and pissed all at the same time.
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Yeah, that guy was an absolute jerk!


WELL MAYBE IF SPIDER-MAN DIDN'T JUST HAVE TO GO ALL FANCY SUPERHERO HE WOULDN'T HAVE A KNIFE WOUND!
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We always forget spidey!



Yeah well are YOU the only who just inadvertently threw a knife into his leg? I didn't think so.
Feeling a rhythm with Hank, sorry it took so long to get back into it guys. Hope you're enjoying his generic snark.


I will admit I'm really happy with how the resident geniuses are for the most part different. Tony's a bit more snarky, Reed's more quiet, Hank is dorky, and Bruce is serious. Of course we probably should have a story in the future where the Fantastic Four get shrunken somehow and in comes Ant-Man to help.
Went ahead and posted since before Garden Gnome someone had too. Easter can't be that time consuming is it? Mutha fuckin' Zombie Jesus Bunny can wait!
Darren Grey


--- Interacting with team 4, Llavi and Luke ---


When Llavi assured Darren he wouldn’t stick the Aussie to anything. Darren only gave him a look that was the visual form of saying “Oh har-de-har-har...”. Still Darren saw that they might of been given a solid set up as all three of them hopefully could set up a clean combo of distracting the big guy, slow and/or stop him in his tracks, and finally drop a big knock out bomb on him.

Of course Darren also realized that if he can’t knock out Juggarnaut in his balloon form. They’re going to be in serious shit.

Still a sudden incoming of debris from Juggarnaut immediately brought Darren out of his thought process and Darren started frantically looking around for a means to get to a rooftop that will suffice. Suddenly an apartment complex nearby got his attention. On the side of it in an alleyway was the fire escape. Which would suffice nicely. “Okay so... just try to keep him in front of this building and I think we should get this done right? Right... yeah go team.” Darren noted pointing out the nearby apartment building. He wasn’t sure how the other two felt about the plan and his half-hearted cheer maybe showed his own worries a bit too loudly and proudly.

Not waiting for the others to agree on the plan since time was of the essences. Darren ran across the street which got Juggarnaut’s attention. Who grabbed a nearby car like it was a box of tissues and threw it directly at Darren. He saw it coming, and since the car was coming too fast for Darren to inflate and deflect it, he instead jumped out of the way landing with a thud onto the sidewalk and sliding into the alleyway. “Oh yeah just deal with giant walking steroids guy, get some laughs, what could possibly go wrong?” Darren muttered to himself as he rolled his eyes and got to one knee for a moment. There was something about all this that felt like a weird long term joke. An Australian, who got the power to inflate like a balloon, trapped in some VR simulation of fighting one of the most frighteningly power things on the planet Earth that wasn’t green or made out of rocks.

It was moments like this that made Darren wonder if God was mocking him or not.

Still Darren had business to get too and getting back to his feet he looked up at the apartment complex and the fire escape he was going up. After a quick look back Darren hopped up and after a moment was able to pull the first step ladder down to start what was going to be a long and physically demanding run. Still, if Darren was going to be in this weird ass situation called his life now. He sure as hell wasn’t going to not go out swinging. Not when his chance at some redemption, maybe even self-confidence, was possibly a good number of stories up there.


Every single fiber of muscle in Quicksilver’s body had to strain themselves, struggle to hold as he had to fight every single urge he had to deck Cyclops and the others. Instead he let out a torrent of insults so fast that nothing could audibly come out of his mouth, and dashed off just to get away from the visor wearing fucker.

He just wanted one night, ONE FUCKING NIGHT, where he didn’t have to be Quicksilver. Where he could just be Pietro, go out and enjoy himself for once. He could not even finish a fucking beer before everyone had to go calling and begging for him to come help. Like every single X-Men were a bunch of toddlers and he had to go actually be a fucking grown up to show them how its done. The best part is when he tried to do what he felt was right, he got chastised, chewed out. Did they think he even joined them because he fucking felt like it?! Pietro was sick, sick of the way he was treated, sick with worry about his sister where ever she was, most of all just fucking sick of everything!

It took a bit of time but finally Pietro found himself out in a beach alone. He didn’t know where exactly and he didn’t care. His top pulled off as Pietro just laid back on the sandy shore just looking out at the quiet ocean ahead of him. A six pack of beer rested beside him. He almost ran off with it from the small corner store but before he could somehow make everything more worse. He just threw money on the counter as he darted past. Was it enough? Did the guy even notice? Pietro had long since not given a fuck about any of that.

Cranking open a beer Pietro mindlessly chugged down, keeping himself upright with one hand firmly planted into the firm but still soft sand. He couldn’t think straight with his conflicted feelings of confusion, rage, mild sadness, and an overall clueless thought about what to do next. He’d rather die at this point than go back to the mansion and get a lecture from the boy scout pain in the ass Cyclops. What the Hell did Xavier see in that asshole anyways? Another swig, another feeling that trying to decide anything at that point was fucking useless.

Pietro started to realize that someone was nearby as he finished the beer. Only he couldn’t be arsed to do anything besides belch and toss the empty beer bottle aside. “Look at you... it’s all just so... pathetic...” Quickly Pietro recognized the voice. His eyes shot wide open as he turned. The white dress of the woman held sway over her dark blue skin and red hair. Her lips perched in a smirk as Pietro gritted his teeth.

“Easy. The rest of the Brotherhood are still in Boston. Its just me.” Mystique calmly assured Pietro who didn’t buy it. Though he didn’t have any idea how she found him, or why they would go after him. Still Pietro’s eyes impatiently darted around the beach waiting for the first sign of a set up. Nothing though was coming, and Mystique clearly knew he was waiting for something that wasn’t coming.

Quietly she took a seat next to Pietro, who slid over away from her. “It must be so terrible...” Mystique started, glancing out to the same ocean Pietro was before. “You, one of the great heroes of the Latverian struggle. Reduced to the physical and emotional whipping boy of the X-Men.” Mystique gently placed a hand onto Pietro’s thigh. Its calming effect started to break through his differences. Still Pietro was trying to figure out what game she was playing.

“You know, its funny... To see someone finally realize the entire hypocrisy of Xavier’s little dream. Peace doesn’t come from holding hands, asking nicely for people to stop being mean, all that hippie crap.” Mystique scoffed at the last bits. Pietro had a hard time disagreeing with that idea. “Mutants and people will never co-exist, people of different colors for thousands of years couldn’t co-exist. No matter how much the X-Men refuse to see it.”

“Trust me, they don’t see a lot of things.” Pietro noted as he opened another beer, this time though opening a third which he passed to Mystique. “Hell, they had me go stop some asshole who was going to put Nightcrawler and Firestar into some mutant cure shit. Cyclops was too busy chewing me out while they let the guy get away!” The last Quicksilver saw of Herbert Landon the guy was slowly getting away. Since he was sure Cyclops was too busy having his head up his own ass he probably never noticed and let the guy get away.

“Hmm, frankly, you’re too good for them, and I think we’re all smart enough to see it.” Mystique noted, glancing over at Pietro. Looking him up and down and humming to herself in thought. “You know, maybe you need something new.” Getting up Mystique gently grasped Pietro’s arm. “I have an idea...”

Driving Pietro away, who mostly spent the night drive trying to find out where he was going before just taking a nap after giving up. He knew taking a ride from the leader of the Brotherhood had all the set up for something terrible. Though the shape shifter kept herself looking different from her blue hued normal appearances. Pietro couldn’t be bothered to put the top of his X-Men uniform on. Laying in the back of the car shirt less and probably looking as miserable as he felt.

When the car finally came to a stop Pietro opened his eyes to them having pulled up to a very unusual place, a small barber shop. Mystique led him inside where she greeted the barber and told him what to do as Pietro started to wonder again what the plan was. At this rate though he kind of enjoyed not knowing what was happening. Still the barber gave him a haircut that felt like all his anger falling away. His chin length hair getting trimmed down short, like he used to have it as a child. Treated so the brown hair dye he had been using for some time was coming off. Revealing his striking white hair under years of being hidden away under chemicals.

“Hmm, now this...” Mystique said as she leaned in while Pietro got a first good look at himself after the haircut. He had to admit he rather enjoyed the look. “This is someone who could use a fresh start. Someone who could have people listen to him and not the other way around. Do you know what I see looking in this mirror?” She leaned in close to Pietro’s ear.

“A true leader.”

Pietro started to grin at the idea, he liked the idea of people listening to him instead of having to take crap from others. The thoughts danced merrily in his mind until he started to see something else in the mirror. Something he hadn’t seen in a long time but hoped to never see again. It wasn’t something physically in the room, but it was the thing his mind created while Pietro looked in the mirror.

It was Erik Lansherr, looking back, grinning.
Aww Quicksilver loves him too!



Okay so I know all of you aren't stupid kids, because Quicksilver says fuck a lot and you're okay with it.

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