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Post by Sabretooth on Jul 13, 2009 5:32:58 GMT -5
Sabretooth growled as he stood by Magneto. His eyes narrowed as he saw the small earthquake come peddling towards them, but it then disappated before it hit them; Just what was that, eh? Victor's eyes narrowed on its creator. Through all of the fire and brimstone flowing through the air due to Pyro's and Magma's bout, the Butcher's piercing gaze landed on Petra. [glow=red,2,300]"Interestin' indeed, girly," [/glow]He chuckled. He listened intently to Magneto's words towards the X-men; And oh, how true it was. Denying their true nature. It made Victor sick. [glow=red,2,300]"Goin' for th'boss-man, girly?"[/glow] Victor sneered at Petra. Not that he paid any mind to any conversations that had taken place - He didn't care. He was here for brute force when it came to the brotherhood. And he was quite proud of being so strong. With that, he jogged towards her, intent on attacking.
[glow=red,2,300]"Y'got guts!"[/glow]
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Post by Emma Frost on Jul 13, 2009 22:08:40 GMT -5
Emma watched as the girl started bleeding. "Oh my!" Emma exclaimed. She needed to get this girl help. She tried to calm her down with some telepathy. She reached into the girl's mind. ~It's going to be...~ she paused. She saw a glimpse of a woman, but one she didn't recognise. She had blonde hair. ~...OK~ she continued. That had never happened before.
Emma felt some grasp around her throat, yet there was nothing visible she could see. She couldn't breathe. She started clutching at her throat, trying to free herself from whatever had her in it's grasp. It finally released. She gasped for air. "What's gonig on?" she yelled out. She was ready for it, whatever it was.
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Post by Professor Xavier on Jul 14, 2009 2:44:20 GMT -5
'Emma!'
The voice, one she may know too well, would be heard everywhere, and yet, nowhere. The voice she heard was not with her ears, but with her mind.
Gently grabbing her shoulders, was a elderly man with the lack of hair, but yet a calming and gentle face. If she were to look, the man would be standing, yet Emma would know this person did not have such the ability. But she would also know he was not entirely there.
Of course, she probably wouldn't know he was alone in a giant sphere-shaped room, on a short catwalk. The man had a strange helmet connected to a console before him, and yes, he was on a wheelchair.
'Do not listen to those thoughts.' The man said, nodding to her. 'Just keep your mind clear, and look at that girl. I will assist you.'
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