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Post by Caligo on Aug 19, 2010 17:59:34 GMT
Caligo and Bloodvein had walked the last three miles or so. They were out of money and out of luck. She still didn't trust him enough to walk near him or to not check for the fast way out but at least they were talking now. Getting ever closer to Xavier's institute for the gifted.
"You know what troubles me the most? The fact that they pretend they're all okay with it and then behind our backs come up with a dozen ways to get rid of us." She was talking about humans, the normal homo sapiens that now were fully aware of mutants. she sighed, they had been talking about this and related subjects for almost the entire way. She knew next to nothing about the man walking down the road with her and he knew very little about her. She was fine with that. In fact, she preferred it that way.
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Post by Adam Warlock on Aug 22, 2010 12:17:55 GMT
Adam Warlock was at the mansion, he flew over every few days to check up on how the repairs were going. Sure they told Xavier that the progress was going smoothly, but you could never trust those guys! Although, Adam was now standing right in front of the Mansion and he could see things coming together, there was certainly progress.
When he heard a voice, his head turned to look, it appeared two people had arrived, a boy and a girl. There was very few reasons he could think of as to why they were there. "Hey....can I help you with something?" he asked, with a wave of his hand to be sure they saw him. As if the interestingly coloured skin wasn't a big enough give away.
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Post by Caligo on Aug 22, 2010 12:26:12 GMT
Their conversation was interrupted by a brightly golden coloured skin. "That depends, goldielocks, are you with the X-Men?" She stopped walking and looked at the man from a distance. This way she'd have room to run and enough of a head start to keep ahead of him for at least some time.
She realised that X-Men was either a very lame name or a very sexist one. Wondering if whomever had thought it up was an old man stuck in the 1950s or a nerdy geek that like crossing his arms when he was little and yell out "X-Men". She interrupted her train of thought to be able to gauge the response from the glowing yellow dude.
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Post by Adam Warlock on Aug 22, 2010 12:33:20 GMT
Adam looked around where he was standing.....the Xavier School For Gifted Youngsters, he himself was clearly a mutant. Did people really need to ask? "Yeah, I'm Adam, been with them for a few years now." he replied as he walked towards the pair, offering a hand to shake. "I'm afraid the X-men aren't here at the moment though, we're eh.......closed for renovations. All the teachers and students have been given accommodation over at Emma Frosts Massachusetts Academy."
Yes....renovations...that was it. Not being bombed by Apocalypse.
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Post by Caligo on Aug 22, 2010 13:22:31 GMT
Caligo looked at the offered hand with suspicion and didn't shake it. "Great." she sighed and looked around. "So how far away is that?" She knew they were out of money but there were probably several ways for her to get around that because she also knew that she had to get out of New York and hope she could start something new in another city or state.
It was hard to get around a new city without knowing anybody so maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to spend some nights at this so called Academy and then, when the time was right, disappear into the night.
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Post by Adam Warlock on Aug 26, 2010 14:17:37 GMT
"Well it could take quite a while to get there.....unless you don't mind a flying piggy back ride? One of my mutant gifts is flight...." Flying piggy back rides with strangers could be weird, it was a trust thing, not just weird for them but for him too. But it was a lot faster then any other way of getting there. Going from Massachusetts to Winchester was no short journey, and would cost a bomb by taxi.
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Post by Caligo on Aug 29, 2010 10:26:57 GMT
Taking a moment to think over that proposition Caligo wondered why he had offered. "I think I'm going to go with, No, on that one." She didn't trust anybody especially people who could pick her up, take her to about 5 miles up in the air and then drop her with her helpless splattering to a red pulp.
Besides, she didn't even know if she wanted to be with a school at all. Then again travelling there by train or taxi would cost a lot of money, she imagined, money they didn't have. At least this way she might get out from under trying to stay polite to someone. "How long would such a trip take?"
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Post by Adam Warlock on Aug 29, 2010 17:16:03 GMT
"Well its about a hundred and sixty miles away.....so it'll be a good forty five minutes to an hour...." As it would happen, flying in a straight line for that long got very, very boring. It was worst then driving, because at least with driving you had to turn and stuff, but flying was just a straight line.
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