Mutant High Issue 2: A Hard Lesson


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"Considering what a botch this whole thing was... I'm seriously considering it." He chucked grimly, head cast over one shoulder to regard Nightcrawler more properly. "I tell them to wait, to let me draw you guys out and I'm sure the cavelry is already off in force huh? Useless."

He shook his head, disgusted as he nodded to Quicksilver then. "Somehow I don't think this guy approves of you offering me the deal. Then again he's a bad guy, you're not. Its what makes me think Magneto."

"Lot of badass villians can amass an army, but I've read about you. God loving, fight hating and the like. Certainly not some wackjob like Sinister or Apocolypse, and no way you'd listen to them." He frowned then, giving a heavy sigh. "Lets go. While I could probably beat him around the block a few times..." He nodded to Quicksilver. "No way I can beat you both before my help shows up. Take me to your leader?"
 

--Rooftop--
"Aint no way I'm trusting a little punk like you." Quicksilver took a step forward, but was intercepted with a Bamf by Nightcrawler "NO! you vill not be hurtink anymore today, my friend." Nightcrawler turned to look at Alchemist "Vut reason do ve have to trust zat you are not still tryink to complete zis plan of yours?"

--X-Jet--
"Equipment? Like what, guns? Armour? Heh, nothing like that."

--School--
Phase put a hand on Astrid's shoulder "Hey c'mon babe, that plane looked pretty full to me anyways. 'Sides, something tells me that one way or another he's not coming back.."
 

"I suppose you don't have much a reason to trust me. The only reason I'm going with you is guys is him." He nodded to Nightcrawler. "I want to know what kind of incentive you're being offered to get you to go along with... well with a plan that from my side looks pretty damned evil."

"Besides, whats my other option? I fight you guys, lose, quicksilver tosses me off the roof and I hope that Spiderman is swinging by? Then again, if we keep standing here talking, my backup is going to arrive and then... what I go back to a 'tribunal' for my incompetance? Great."
 

Jemal said:
--X-Jet--
"Equipment? Like what, guns? Armour? Heh, nothing like that."
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"I guess no tasers or stun guns then too," Temper replies. "How about a compass, money, radio, rope, knife, multitool and so on?"
 

Victim said:
"I guess no tasers or stun guns then too," Temper replies. "How about a compass, money, radio, rope, knife, multitool and so on?"

"I think we're pretty much stuck with what we've got with us." Eric said, looking up from the file on the Brotherhood. "I've got my cell and my parents gave me a credit card for gas and spending money. If we're really desperate I can use it for supplies, but I'd rather not."

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Those who have been at the school a while know that while Eric's nowhere near the richest kid at the school, he is from a decidedly upper-class background.
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Victim said:
"I guess no tasers or stun guns then too," Temper replies. "How about a compass, money, radio, rope, knife, multitool and so on?"


Serena grinned at Temper. "Well, I have my tazer, stun gun and radio built in." she said wryly.
 

- X-jet -
You search the ship and are able to find some rope and a compass. As you come back from your search, you see that the jet is just entering the city. "Should be there any minute now"

-Rooftop-

Nightcrawler holds out a pill "Take zis, it vill knock you unconscious so zat ve may take you vithout you knowink ze vay. And tell us how zay are trackink you. You said zey are comink, so zey must have a vay of knowink how to find you."
 


"Just above my right hip. Small transmitter, though do me a favor?" He asked this last bit as he took the pill, swallowing, a little tempted to fight off the effects even as they overtook him. "Wait until I'm out before you s...start.... cutti..."

He slumped over then, falling for the pavement unless he was caught. Of course, that hadn't been his last action. As the fliers approached that rooftop one thing would be vividly apparent. On the previously black covered rooftop, the ground had changed in places, colors subtly bleeding out to leave a message.

"The School is Under Attack!"
 

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