alright guys, time to knock some non-presidential skulls.
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It took the words of a new patron to bring Preston out of his thoughts. He was so concerned with seeing the fight through and getting out of the bar that he forgot that there were other people in the bar with him. He could smell the drink of the man next to him. Cheap. Preston only let himself have two. He couldn't be flying around drunk, if the ring even let him do that. The Guardians told him that the ring would last exactly one day on whatever planet he was currently on. In the case of deep space, it would last twenty four hours relative to Preston.
"Marvin Hayes is getting his tail handed to him." Preston groaned. "I got money on this, and I just want this fight to end already." Once again, Preston's hands were in his pockets, slipping off his ring to keep people from seeing the vibrant piece of jewelery.
He looked over to the man in full. He looked to be a few years older than Preston himself, but had that classic dead inside look that so many people had nowadays. His hand moved out of his pocket in an attempt to shake the gentleman's hand. "Preston," He introduced himself. "Who are you rooting for?" Maybe this guy was a casual bar sitter, maybe he wasn't here for the fight. There was no better way to get to know people than to outright ask them.
Something about the man reminded Preston how it was only lunch, and he had already downed two beers. He wasn't a drinker, he swears, but it was just the environment and the people around him that got him to drink after a stressful three weeks on Oa.
"Marvin Hayes is getting his tail handed to him." Preston groaned. "I got money on this, and I just want this fight to end already." Once again, Preston's hands were in his pockets, slipping off his ring to keep people from seeing the vibrant piece of jewelery.
He looked over to the man in full. He looked to be a few years older than Preston himself, but had that classic dead inside look that so many people had nowadays. His hand moved out of his pocket in an attempt to shake the gentleman's hand. "Preston," He introduced himself. "Who are you rooting for?" Maybe this guy was a casual bar sitter, maybe he wasn't here for the fight. There was no better way to get to know people than to outright ask them.
Something about the man reminded Preston how it was only lunch, and he had already downed two beers. He wasn't a drinker, he swears, but it was just the environment and the people around him that got him to drink after a stressful three weeks on Oa.
@BluetommyEveryone at the superheroes anonymous meeting: "Hello Vinny."
Not a big post, sorry. Just wanted to have Preston be around some trouble. I figured this would suffice since he could easly drop back into coast city if the RP needs him to.
12:25 PM, The Silver Spoon Bar, Hub City - November 3rd, 2019
This was definitely where Preston didn't want to be. A nearly sentient ring with the power to send one man across galaxies in mere moments, and somehow he still ends up nearly two thousand miles away from home.
But he couldn't say he didn't mind being here.
Another drink was poured down for ol' Preston. It was fight night at the local bar, and Preston still had some cash on him from when he picked up that alien ring three weeks ago.
"Hayes, you better finish this!" Preston shouted at the television. His money was on the contender, not the defender. Even if Preston hadn't seen a fight in three weeks, he had been putting his money on Marvin Hayes for a while now.
The first round was over, and Hayes wasn't looking too goo-
Bang bang!
Preston froze. He couldn't have been the only one to hear the gunshots. His hands dug themselves into his pockets, fishing for the artifact that was now in his possession. There, he had it! As nimble and quick as as man named Jack, which he wasn't, he slipped the ring on and hurried himself outside.
"Hey, where ya goin'?" A patron called over to Preston, stopping the pale man in his tracks. "You gotta see this to the end, buddy. My money is in your pockets."
Dammit, he put money on this fight, didn't he? He could just knock some heads together, it would be all too easy to now, but he was a peacekeeper. He couldn't just jump into the nearest bar brawl. He needed to sit it out. Maybe too much time wouldn't be wasted.
Hayes, you better win that fight.
This was definitely where Preston didn't want to be. A nearly sentient ring with the power to send one man across galaxies in mere moments, and somehow he still ends up nearly two thousand miles away from home.
But he couldn't say he didn't mind being here.
Another drink was poured down for ol' Preston. It was fight night at the local bar, and Preston still had some cash on him from when he picked up that alien ring three weeks ago.
"Hayes, you better finish this!" Preston shouted at the television. His money was on the contender, not the defender. Even if Preston hadn't seen a fight in three weeks, he had been putting his money on Marvin Hayes for a while now.
The first round was over, and Hayes wasn't looking too goo-
Bang bang!
Preston froze. He couldn't have been the only one to hear the gunshots. His hands dug themselves into his pockets, fishing for the artifact that was now in his possession. There, he had it! As nimble and quick as as man named Jack, which he wasn't, he slipped the ring on and hurried himself outside.
"Hey, where ya goin'?" A patron called over to Preston, stopping the pale man in his tracks. "You gotta see this to the end, buddy. My money is in your pockets."
Dammit, he put money on this fight, didn't he? He could just knock some heads together, it would be all too easy to now, but he was a peacekeeper. He couldn't just jump into the nearest bar brawl. He needed to sit it out. Maybe too much time wouldn't be wasted.
Hayes, you better win that fight.
@Ceta de CloyesI think it's fine, personally. I mean yeah green energy, but there are more than enough differences to make them interesting, even if they're working together
Shawn, shawn, shawn. Curse my innability to make jarring decisions, and curse the fact that it bled into your character
@Korkoawe could use a nemesis in coast city. Two heroes but no villains to fight
Heidi was right. There was no way that those kids weren't going to murder all of the guards in the facility. There were probably some staff members waiting for something like this to get the kids out. Best case scenario, alkali-transigen is revealed to be a mutant farming lab, company is shut down indefinitely. Worst case scenario, people misinterpret mutant kids escaping a lab in Mexico as some mutant riot, flaring tensions between the two species.
Shawn could see the ultimatum in Heidi's eyes and words. At least she had a better plan of action for right now than he did.
He closes his eyes and took a deep breath. Killing was the last thing on his mind, and he needed the finesse of a surgeon to pull off this cool looking move.
His arm shot out straight forward, his fingers pointed to the president. A small bolt of electricity shot out from his fingertips and his the older gentleman in the neck. His eyes closed almost immediately, his body succumbing to gravity.
Shawn waited a moment before walking over to him and kneeling down over him. "I just knocked him out." He felt the man for a pulse, which he still indeed had. It would be so easy with his mutation to kill him. Fry his brain with only a finger. Shawn still refused. The guards were out of his control, but this man needed to suffer for his crimes against mutant kind in the land of the living.
He stood back up, and the alarms started to blare. The plan was in motion again. Even from this chamber of an office they could hear screams and yells of anger and even glee. Thudding sounds and clanging sounded rung out through the halls.
"I guess that's our que." shawn smiled. The morally difficult part of the mission was over. Now they just need to break out everyone who was still locked up, and get out.
Laura was quiet. At least she could kill some guards. It wouldn't be the same, but it was still something. The new her would live a life entirely unique to her, and Logan would live a long life. Charles... there was no telling. She just hoped that they meddled with time enough to spare some of the xmen from a sudden death.
He was about to bolt out of the room before realizing that the wall of concrete was still there. "Uh. Once the door opens, we can start knocking heads, right?"
Cable nodded sternly. "Olinda, if you'd please make a door for us, consider this next part your entrance exam to get into the Xavier Academy."
Shawn could see the ultimatum in Heidi's eyes and words. At least she had a better plan of action for right now than he did.
He closes his eyes and took a deep breath. Killing was the last thing on his mind, and he needed the finesse of a surgeon to pull off this cool looking move.
His arm shot out straight forward, his fingers pointed to the president. A small bolt of electricity shot out from his fingertips and his the older gentleman in the neck. His eyes closed almost immediately, his body succumbing to gravity.
Shawn waited a moment before walking over to him and kneeling down over him. "I just knocked him out." He felt the man for a pulse, which he still indeed had. It would be so easy with his mutation to kill him. Fry his brain with only a finger. Shawn still refused. The guards were out of his control, but this man needed to suffer for his crimes against mutant kind in the land of the living.
He stood back up, and the alarms started to blare. The plan was in motion again. Even from this chamber of an office they could hear screams and yells of anger and even glee. Thudding sounds and clanging sounded rung out through the halls.
"I guess that's our que." shawn smiled. The morally difficult part of the mission was over. Now they just need to break out everyone who was still locked up, and get out.
Laura was quiet. At least she could kill some guards. It wouldn't be the same, but it was still something. The new her would live a life entirely unique to her, and Logan would live a long life. Charles... there was no telling. She just hoped that they meddled with time enough to spare some of the xmen from a sudden death.
He was about to bolt out of the room before realizing that the wall of concrete was still there. "Uh. Once the door opens, we can start knocking heads, right?"
Cable nodded sternly. "Olinda, if you'd please make a door for us, consider this next part your entrance exam to get into the Xavier Academy."
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