|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
04-14-2011, 07:35 AM
Warren said nothing, just averted his eyes in disbelief. It was all very well for these people to go on about so called "gifts"; they obviously didn't have powers that made them look freakish, like he did with his wings. If these people could take the wings away, he'd be perfectly fine with that.
Autumn finished her consultation and left, looking hopeful. The next mutant called out went in.      
|
|
|
||||
|
||||
|
04-14-2011, 08:59 AM
"We have been raised in a society that taught us to think, since childhood, that being a mutant is the worst misfortune. Once those pwoers develop, we hate ourselves before anyone else even can shun us; it's been ground in to us. But must it be this way? Perhaps if more of us stood up to show the world that we mutants are still people with hopes and dreams, then maybe we can prevent the next generation from hating themselves as thoroughly as most mutants do currently. Despite any appearences to the contrary, be it odd hair or eyes, or even extra appendages, we're still human," Professor X said.
|
|
|
||||
|
||||
|
04-14-2011, 12:11 PM
"Tell that to my parents," Warren muttered. His parents were antimutant, another reason why he felt he had to have this cure. He wished he could go for his consultation and get away from these crazies.
|
|
|
||||
|
||||
|
04-14-2011, 06:18 PM
Paul never left the office; it was easier by far to just call out the next name over a tannoy.
Warren stood up with a sigh of relief; he was next. The moment that he entered the office, Paul was sure that he'd found a Death for Apocalypse. It might even be possible to fill all the places in the first day; however, they would still have to go thru the motions for the next clinic days.
|
|
|
||||
|
||||
|
04-14-2011, 06:24 PM
"Maybe it would be best if we go," Storm said, turning to leave. "We shouldn't force our advice upon those who don't want it."
The two X-Men left the clinic, and for the first time in her life Storm had felt completely helpless. 
|
|
|
||||
|
||||
|
04-15-2011, 07:41 PM
Waiting around the other corner was Gambit, not only had he been keeping an eye on Rogue (now that was one hard responsibility) but he had also been watching the steady flow of mutants entering the clinic and the little stream flowing back out. Most of them he noticed had abilities that rendered their outside appearance a little different to humans. He couldn't help but be a little grateful that although he had abilities his extremely good-looking face (and da.mn se.xy body) had made it through okay, because honestly, where would he be if they hadn't?
|
|
|
||||
|
||||
|
04-16-2011, 06:55 PM
Gambit didn't follow her straight away, given her own time she might decide to leave the clinic without an assessment anyways. To be truthful Gambit wasn't surprised Rogue had wanted to take the cure. However he would be dam.Ned if he was going to let her.
|
Linear Mode
