X-Men Movies
Charles watches Ororo stomp out of his office, once again enraged about the way mutants are being treated. Rueda's eyes follow Tywydd out of the room, the cat's tail flicking from side to side. Once the african has left, she turns around, watching Charles look through the files for the next person set to join their school.
'Anything interesting?' She mutters, crawling over to rest on his lap. He threads his free hand through her fur, continuing to read through the young girl's file.
'In a way. Parents believe she can manipulate earth but she shows a particular proficiency for-'
'Metal, guessing by the tone of your voice.' Rueda looks up at him, tail brushing the hand on her back.
'Yes, metal. You don't think...?'
'Erik? Of course not. That would require him to think someone as superior as him.'
'Rueda.' Charles admonishes. 'He's our friend.'
'Besides.' She continues, ignoring him. 'Most mutations don't transfer directly.'
He nods, moving his chair from behind the desk. 'I believe we'll have lots of freshmen this year. More parents know and trust our school.'
'Or they're running out of options.'
He sighs, scratching her neck. 'That is true. Although, I wish it weren't.'
Starehe scowled at the television, watching the newest decree on mutantkind being passed. The wildcat, brown fur streaked with grey, turns to face her mutant, stony faced as usual.
'How can they get away with this?' She hisses. 'Why don't we stand up against them?'
'There are more humans than there are mutants.' Erik says, sitting forward in his seat and glaring more intently at the newsreader. 'Our kind won't fight if they don't think they can win.'
Starehe snarls and the TV caves in, every bit of metal compressing under her gaze. She flicks her head and the rubble flies out the window, breaking apart and decomposing as it falls. Erik raises an eyebrow.
'That's the sixth one this year. You know I can't afford to keep buying you TV's.'
She laughs, turning and jumping onto his lap. Now the harsh words are gone, she is much more relaxed. 'Just ask Charles, he'll buy you a dozen.'
'Then guilt trip me into playing chess.'
Starehe smiles, curling up. 'I wouldn't mind. I like spending time with Rueda.'
Erik smiles, scratching the back of her neck. 'I'll call him. One day won't hurt.'
Starehe grins. 'Mutants can wait one day.'
Tywydd buzzes around Ororo's head, muttering about stupid men and stupid cat, wolverine and hawk dæmons. Ororo holds out a hand, stopping the bee in his tracks and pulling him down slightly. She gets him out of the children's sight before allowing him out again. Tywydd flies around their room, continuing to shout. Luckily, such a small form doesn't have such a loud voice.
'Go watch the kids, Ty. Not now, Ty. This is important, Ty, shut up.'
Ororo sighs, falling backwards onto her chair. 'It was important, Ty. They were discussing which kids to move to the Team next year.'
Tywydd spirals, landing on her shoulder. 'And why couldn't we be in on that meeting? We know the kids better than anyone!'
Ororo rolls her eyes, pulling out the wad of paper Charles hadn't her as she left. 'Exactly. If you had calmed down for two seconds, you'd realise that's why we were sent out.'
Tywydd stills, looking down at the papers. Lists of students, each with names either crossed out or circled. 'Oh.'
'Exactly. Now, do you want to start? Or do still have something to complain about?'
The two of them settle down, getting on with work.
Colli watches her man silently, watches him twitch and shudder in his sleep. She knows what Logan is dreaming about but also knows that waking him could be dangerous. She whines slightly when his hand grabs the pillow and the noise carries, causing his eyes to open. Colli just manages to jump off the bed and press herself to the floor before he sits up, screaming and claws coming out.
The wolverine dæmon tilts her head slightly, waiting for him to confirm she can join him. He doesn't say anything, just pats the bed, and she jumps up, pressing herself against him and letting his hands grip her fur tightly until he manages to calm down. His claws are still out but he positions them so that they don't stick into her sides.
'Are you okay?'
Logan's claws slowly detract as he shakes his head. Colli moves up, so his entire body is pressed against the entire of hers. Logan pats her side before falling back into sleep, knowing that nightmares won't leave him alone for long. His dæmon nudges him gently and gets ready to leap away from him again, if need be.
Colli never really gets much sleep.
Eka keeps her eyes tightly closed as Scott runs around the corner, dodging enemy attacks while the hawk presses herself to the side of his head. Scott fires off beams, using the button on the opposite side to Eka, trying to protect them when she can't.
'Behind!' He shouts and Eka turns, opening one eye and letting a storm of light hit the people running at their backs. Once Scott gives her another call, she squeezes her eye shut again. Although Scott's eyes point in direction and are small in comparison to his head, Eka's are large, point in opposite directions and cause a serious amount of damage if she ever opens them. Plus, it's difficult to make glasses for a bird.
'C'mon, Eka. Just a bit further.'
Scott tries to reassure her but her normal eyes are gone. Gahum normally lets her see through his eyes but he and Jean are too busy on the other side of the building to help at the moment. Scott is going to set up the jet, so as soon as Jean is done, they can go.
Scott uses a door but Eka doesn't know if they're out. She's never felt more useless.
Gahum stares at the body of the ground, slowly breaking away into a thousand pieces. He is free now, he doesn't have binds on him anymore. Jean sits on a rock, cradling her head in her hands, watching her former lover with fear and confusion. Her phoenix dæmon, fiery and shining for the first time in years, simply looks at her, shaking her head.
'Oh, Jean, you can't be regretting this, can you?'
She looks up, tears streaming down her face. Gahum smiles at her, watching as the hawk next to her man finally disappears, her man only left with his head and shoulders. The phoenix flies away from her old friends, landing on Jean's shoulder and pressing against her. She shivers, despite the flames licking at her face.
'We're powerful now Jean. We can do whatever we want. No restrictions, no one to get in our way.'
'Please.' She whispers, desperately. 'Don't make me hurt anyone.'
Gahum frowns and presses his head to Jean's. She freezes, feeling him look through her thoughts and begin to pick them apart. When he is done, Jean collapses, ready to be found and Gahum is ready to take control.
Scott has completely disappeared.
Sinine presses herself to Hank's side warningly as the diplomats continue to talk about mutants and their threat to society. The blue mutant looks down at his white lion dæmon, patting her head as a reassurance that he won't do anything, yet. Sinine shakes her head, smiling around at all the raven, owl and crow dæmons that stare down at her from their perches. She knows they all see her as feral, both because of her form and her man but she cannot give them that satisfaction.
Hank sits down at the table, waiting for the other men to join him. Sinine sits next to him, proud and noble. 'What do you think about Conroy's idea?'
'Tagging mutants who have committed an act of terrorism?' Hank mulls it over. 'It could work as long as there is no abuse to it.'
'Like what?'
'Children.' Hank sighs. 'Specifically those who can't control their powers.'
Sinine nods, straightening slightly when the others sit down, nodding a each of their dæmons in turn. They have much to discuss, including Worthington's new "cure".
'So then.' Hank smiles, pointed teeth showing slightly. The other officials recoil slightly but Hank ignores them. 'Shall we get started?'
Palitan concentrates, shifting into a beetle. The change doesn't come as easily for him as it does for his mutant but he needs to do it, despite the breathlessness it brings him. Mystique, in the form of a security officer, lightly strokes his back before moving through the building easily, no one stopping to ask where she is going. She ends up in the control room, disposing of the person already there and ready for when she is needed.
Palitan jumps down, forcing himself back into his normal form. The chameleon collapses onto Mystiques lap and she laughs gently, rubbing his back softly and causing his to go through a multitude of colours. 'Feeling okay, Pal?'
He nods once, pushing himself up and watching the screens. He looks down at the man Mystique beat easily, smirking to himself. 'These people think they're better than us and look how weak they are.'
Mystique laugh as Sabertooth and Toad appear at separate doors. She clicks a few buttons, opening the way for them and sending guards in completely the wrong direction. She stands, skin shifting to its normal beautiful blue and Palitan climbing her back.
'Let's get to work.'
They both smirk.
Quinulis lays flat on her belly, watching the other dæmon skate around the lake with their people. Kitty and her lizard, Teticus, glide past Bobby as he kisses Rogue's cheek, just on the edge of her scarf so not to touch her skin, and travels back to his dæmon. The penguin pushes towards him, letting him pick her up and place her upright on the bank. Professors Xavier and Monroe are on the opposite bank, bundled up and watching the students. John is sat a few feet away from them, wearing far more clothes than the average person. Bobby just smiles, wearing only a shirt and jeans.
'Nice to be out in the cold, isn't it?' Quinulis smiles, falling back into the snow and wiggling around.
'Lovely.' Bobby smiles. 'Fancy a skate, Lis?'
She nods, letting him pick her up again and setting off as soon as she hits the ice. When she starts to slow down, she makes the ice move, giving her more speed and greater movement. She passes Rogue and smiles at Varastaa, laughing as he shakes his head. Bobby follows after her, just as relaxed on ice as she is.
They could get used to this.
She stood in the line, looking around at all the people lined up around her. On the opposite side on the street, people, mutants, are shooting, waving sighs against the Cure. Her snake dæmon wraps around her neck, pressing against her pulse point.
'Are you sure you want to do this?'
Rogue nods, eyes scanning the crowd again. Varastaa isn't sure what she's looking for but he expects she wants Bobby to turn up, so she can explain. He knows that Quinulis will understand but will still be upset. They should have told them.
'I have to do this, Rast. I want to be normal.'
He hisses slightly but doesn't argue. They have had the debate a thousand times since the Cure was announced but he has been unable to sway her in any way. He understands what she wants but that doesn't mean he thinks she is right. Storm was right, they're not I'll, they don't need a cure.
'Rogue, please, just think about-'
'Don't call me that anymore.' She interrupts, her voice pleading. She looks one last time at the protestors, shaking her head. 'Call me Marie, Rast, please. They might not need a cure, but I do.'