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04-13-2011, 07:49 PM
"Good luck," Jean said, before she left the room to go to the computer room.
*at the clinic* The clinic was already fairly full of mutants who were hoping to be chosen for the cure. Most of them had some physicallity which meant that they couldn't ever pass as human. One girl who didn't, sat by herself. Her name was Autumn Rolfson, and her mutant power, or curse as she saw it, was making organic material wither. She was anorexic and hated food, cuz whenever she touched it, it spoiled. Sitting roughly in the middle was Warren Worthington. He'd gotten down to the town as soon as he possibly could, leaving a note for his parents and girlf saying that he had to get away for a while to clear his head, but not saying where he'd gone. He wasn't wearing the long coat, as it was really too hot, and sat selfconsiencely on the chair with his wings behind him. Paul, in the shape of Dr Adler, was seeing each mutant separately. As they went into the office, each one was unaware of the tiny hidden camera which filmed them.      
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04-13-2011, 08:16 PM
Storm stood next the the Professor as they waited meet Doctor Adler. She noticed that unlike many of the other mutants in the room the Professor and herself were in fairly good shape. Those with physical differences from humans often didn't get out very much. It was possible to tell which few had though as they bruises and marks from where they'd been attacked by anti-mutant gangs, an occurrence becoming more and more common.
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04-13-2011, 08:23 PM
The assessments took no more than ten minutes each. Paul would take down the mutant's name and power and then talk to them about general things to put them at ease. It was the powers that would interest Apocalypse tho; he wanted his horsemen to have powers appropriate to their given name.
Autumn was called in; she entered the office and sat down. Paul asked her her name and power. "Autumn Rolfson," she replied, listlessly. "And I touch organic matter, and it withers. It's a curse, not a power." Paul made soothing noises and tried not to jump as Apocalypse's voice came thru the hidden earbud transmitter in his ear, audible only to him. "A perfect Famine. Don't tell her she's chosen now; we will announce the chosen one today at the end of the clinic session. We will spread the announcements over four days, so as to guard against suspicion and therefore brook interference."
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04-13-2011, 08:29 PM
Storm caut sight of a young man who was evidently ashamed of the pair of wings attached to his back. She only had to push through a meter of crowd to get to him.
"Excuse me," she said, "I was wondering if you could tell me how long the clinic has been open?"
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04-13-2011, 08:32 PM
Warren jumped slightly; he was surprised he was being spoken to at all, when he'd done his best to look inconspicious. "Since this morning. I came over here specially," he said. "Even if I don't win one of the free treatments, I have the money to pay, however much it costs to be normal."
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04-13-2011, 08:38 PM
"Thankyou," Storm said, debating whether to say anything further, in the end she gave a nod and disappeared back into the crowd, reappearing next to Charles.
"I think you should say something to them," she suggested.
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04-13-2011, 09:14 PM
He nodded and cleared his throat. "My friends and fellow mutants, I'd like to ask if you're sure this is what you want. Do you really see your differences as a curse, or a disease in need of a cure? I might suggest that you can see them as a gift, that there is a way for all to harness what it is that makes us all special. I have worked with many to turn them from the mindset of seeing mutancy as an affliction, and work with them to help them control their powers and to accept how they look. No one should need to be ashamed of themselves like this, to look in the mirror and see only a freak."
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04-14-2011, 02:46 AM
The room of mutants was silent, although several looked as though they might be re-considering, Charlse's speech had fallen mostly upon deaf ears. Storm cleared her throat and spoke up.
"Although no one can physically prevent you from taking this cure I'd like to remind you all of the fact that even now you sit feeling ashamed despite the fact your surrounded by others like you. Surely your doubt is not in your abilities but in yourselves and the way they have taught you to think. Mutancy is not a disease, it's a gift. But no one can miraculously change your viewpoint or help you turn your life around if you don't start to believe in yourselves, as people," Storm stopped, knowing if she continued she would be in danger of losing her usualy cal composure. She waited for the Professor to speak once again. ooc: It's fine ^.^
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