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<blockquote data-quote="Caros" data-source="post: 4230892" data-attributes="member: 43842">Alchemist took a few long breaths as he settled before his work bench, pen still in his hand as he looked down at that last note he'd just finished writing.&nbsp; They made some very good points, he had to admit.&nbsp; He was almost ready to give before that last little bout from Miranda, a frown cast her way.&nbsp; &quot;So my life is worth more than yours now?&nbsp; Cerebro, as I understand it is a death sentance, assuming you can even get it to work with your powers.&quot;He glanced to the open section of floor, eyes narrowed for an instant as the wood healed over. &quot;Its not fair for me to ask anything of you guys.&quot; &nbsp; He turned as he talked, facing his work bench now. &quot;Its me.... no sorry, my power that they want.&quot; He laughed harshly as he worked. &quot;Nothing has been about me in years.&quot;Around his body, the other students could see him stripping down his cell phone, his transmutation breaking it down into component parts.&nbsp; From those he selected only small pair of pieces.&nbsp; While he might have seemed depressed, beaten a moment before, he was working with a smile on his face now, bits of metal and solder flowing over the table into the two circits.His watch came off next, that too stripped and discarded, save for the tiny battery within.&nbsp; He leaned down, squinting at the back of it, before nodding.&nbsp; A bit of warping with his mutant power, and the now oval shaped battery sat in between the two circuts, connected by bits of solder.&nbsp; One final touch, a bubble of hardened plastic, and 'it' was complete, measuring just over the size of a trio of stacked quarters.&quot;I'm going to need a bit of help Xi'an.&quot; He said, somewhat cryptically before plucking a box-cutter from his table, tugging up his shirt and laying a single cut along the length of his side.&nbsp; To his credit he didn't cry out, at least until he forced that tiny new device into the wound. Clamping his hand over it, he ground his teeth against one another, speaking rapidly in an attempt to keep some mental focus.&nbsp; &quot;I'm bait.&nbsp; Tell the teachers to watch my GPS transmitter.&nbsp; When and if I leave New York, I'm going to be with my 'kidnapper'.&quot;&quot;And yes, before you ask, that hurt like hell. And no, before you ask, it was not sterile.&nbsp; Please bring a docter with you if it takes more than a day to find me.&quot;[sblock=ooc edit]Just a heads up by the way, I appologize for not being able to update at a regular pace.&nbsp; I work rotation, week on, week off.&nbsp; So I can manage at most a post a day.[/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Caros, post: 4230892, member: 43842"] Alchemist took a few long breaths as he settled before his work bench, pen still in his hand as he looked down at that last note he'd just finished writing. They made some very good points, he had to admit. He was almost ready to give before that last little bout from Miranda, a frown cast her way. [COLOR=Blue]"So my life is worth more than yours now? Cerebro, as I understand it is a death sentance, assuming you can even get it to work with your powers."[/COLOR] He glanced to the open section of floor, eyes narrowed for an instant as the wood healed over. [COLOR=Blue]"Its not fair for me to ask anything of you guys." [/COLOR] He turned as he talked, facing his work bench now. [COLOR=Blue]"Its me.... no sorry, my power that they want."[/COLOR] He laughed harshly as he worked. [COLOR=Blue]"Nothing has been about me in years."[/COLOR] Around his body, the other students could see him stripping down his cell phone, his transmutation breaking it down into component parts. From those he selected only small pair of pieces. While he might have seemed depressed, beaten a moment before, he was working with a smile on his face now, bits of metal and solder flowing over the table into the two circits. His watch came off next, that too stripped and discarded, save for the tiny battery within. He leaned down, squinting at the back of it, before nodding. A bit of warping with his mutant power, and the now oval shaped battery sat in between the two circuts, connected by bits of solder. One final touch, a bubble of hardened plastic, and 'it' was complete, measuring just over the size of a trio of stacked quarters. [COLOR=Blue]"I'm going to need a bit of help Xi'an."[/COLOR] He said, somewhat cryptically before plucking a box-cutter from his table, tugging up his shirt and laying a single cut along the length of his side. To his credit he didn't cry out, at least until he forced that tiny new device into the wound. Clamping his hand over it, he ground his teeth against one another, speaking rapidly in an attempt to keep some mental focus. [COLOR=Blue]"I'm bait. Tell the teachers to watch my GPS transmitter. When and if I leave New York, I'm going to be with my 'kidnapper'."[/COLOR] [COLOR=Blue]"And yes, before you ask, that hurt like hell. And no, before you ask, it was not sterile. Please bring a docter with you if it takes more than a day to find me."[/COLOR] [sblock=ooc edit]Just a heads up by the way, I appologize for not being able to update at a regular pace. I work rotation, week on, week off. So I can manage at most a post a day.[/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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