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<blockquote data-quote="Caros" data-source="post: 4227312" data-attributes="member: 43842">Nicolas' soft humming paused, scissors hovering in his hair for a moment before he glanced in the mirror.&nbsp; He seemed to relax a little at the sight of Kitty and the others, actually quirking a tiny smile. Quiet as he was, Nicolas' visitors could catch a soft tune from his stereo, a haunting, feminine voice trickling from the speakers, his attention drawn to the device just long enough to flick a switch.He nodded to the 'clean' half of his room, encouraging everyone inside before shutting the door behind them.&nbsp; Leaning against the workbench he took a moment to breath, absently running a hand through hair that felt as though it should be much longer.&nbsp; &quot;Its a trap.&quot; He said finally.He lifted his hand then, stifling questions for a moment at least as he continued.&nbsp; &quot;Look, whatever you guys might think about me... &quot; He paused for a moment, head tilting back to stare at the ceiling for a moment, starting again.&nbsp; &quot;If I stay here I'm putting every student in this school in danger.&nbsp; I know with all the backup, shield and whoever they bring in, they can protect me.&nbsp; And everyone who signed up for the 'young' x-men can hold their own.&nbsp; But that covers... what, maybe half the students here at most?&quot;He shook his head, looking down once more, giving a single harsh laugh. &quot;What happens when Quicksilver comes in with a knife? Or Nightcrawler grabs some first year who can 'bend wood' and threatens to kill him.&nbsp; What happens when Cyclops misses and falling masonry maims or kills someone who is here because his skin is green?&quot;Pain struck across his face for a moment, teeth catching his lower lip before continuing.&nbsp; &quot;So I need to go.&quot;&nbsp; He chuckled grimly then, tapping his fingers along that workbench. &quot;Of course I don't want to die either, and I'm certainly not making whatever insane invention they want out of me.&quot;&quot;So I'm going to play bait. Which is where you guys come in, its why I need your help.&quot; He grinned, waving his hand at the floor, the wood parting to reveal a sloped tunnel. &quot;I 'dug' it last night.&nbsp; It goes about eight miles south.&nbsp; You'll come up on a highway about another hour outside of the Bronx.&nbsp; If you pace yourselves, you can be in manhatten by around five.&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp; He was speaking quickly now, eyeing each person for their initial response, that wicked grin curving his lips.&nbsp; &quot;I'll leave right out the front doors, and we'll meet up in a boarding school in lower Manhatten. I'm reasonably certain that they won't catch up with me until I stop.&nbsp; I'm also pretty sure if they think its just me, they're not going to send a whole team to do the job.&quot;&quot;While they have files on all of us, they won't be looking for the lot of you.&nbsp; Put you in uniforms and it'll look like I'm going to visit old friends.&nbsp; We get the drop on them, beat whoever it is to the ground, and come back with someone who can at least give us something to go on.&quot;He sighed then, some of that excitement draining from his face as he finally added. &quot;I know its a lot of 'Ifs and probablies'.&nbsp; Fact is, its all we've got to go on.&nbsp; 'Sides, if I'm gonna die, then I want some grimey New York food in my stomach when I do.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Caros, post: 4227312, member: 43842"] Nicolas' soft humming paused, scissors hovering in his hair for a moment before he glanced in the mirror. He seemed to relax a little at the sight of Kitty and the others, actually quirking a tiny smile. Quiet as he was, Nicolas' visitors could catch a soft tune from his stereo, a haunting, feminine voice trickling from the speakers, his attention drawn to the device just long enough to flick a switch. He nodded to the 'clean' half of his room, encouraging everyone inside before shutting the door behind them. Leaning against the workbench he took a moment to breath, absently running a hand through hair that felt as though it should be much longer. "[COLOR=Blue]Its a trap."[/COLOR] He said finally. He lifted his hand then, stifling questions for a moment at least as he continued. [COLOR=Blue]"Look, whatever you guys might think about me... " [/COLOR] He paused for a moment, head tilting back to stare at the ceiling for a moment, starting again. [COLOR=Blue]"If I stay here I'm putting every student in this school in danger. I know with all the backup, shield and whoever they bring in, they can protect me. And everyone who signed up for the 'young' x-men can hold their own. But that covers... what, maybe half the students here at most?"[/COLOR] He shook his head, looking down once more, giving a single harsh laugh. [COLOR=Blue]"What happens when Quicksilver comes in with a knife? Or Nightcrawler grabs some first year who can 'bend wood' and threatens to kill him. What happens when Cyclops misses and falling masonry maims or kills someone who is here because his skin is green?"[/COLOR] Pain struck across his face for a moment, teeth catching his lower lip before continuing. [COLOR=Blue]"So I need to go."[/COLOR] He chuckled grimly then, tapping his fingers along that workbench. [COLOR=Blue]"Of course I don't want to die either, and I'm certainly not making whatever insane invention they want out of me."[/COLOR] [COLOR=Blue]"So I'm going to play bait. Which is where you guys come in, its why I need your help."[/COLOR] He grinned, waving his hand at the floor, the wood parting to reveal a sloped tunnel. [COLOR=Blue]"I 'dug' it last night. It goes about eight miles south. You'll come up on a highway about another hour outside of the Bronx. If you pace yourselves, you can be in manhatten by around five." [/COLOR] He was speaking quickly now, eyeing each person for their initial response, that wicked grin curving his lips. [COLOR=Blue]"I'll leave right out the front doors, and we'll meet up in a boarding school in lower Manhatten. I'm reasonably certain that they won't catch up with me until I stop. I'm also pretty sure if they think its just me, they're not going to send a whole team to do the job."[/COLOR] [COLOR=Blue]"While they have files on all of us, they won't be looking for the lot of you. Put you in uniforms and it'll look like I'm going to visit old friends. We get the drop on them, beat whoever it is to the ground, and come back with someone who can at least give us something to go on."[/COLOR] He sighed then, some of that excitement draining from his face as he finally added. [COLOR=Blue]"I know its a lot of 'Ifs and probablies'. Fact is, its all we've got to go on. 'Sides, if I'm gonna die, then I want some grimey New York food in my stomach when I do."[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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