X-Men: The Hunted IC

[Beta]

Jeremy wandered into the Hooters and sat down at a table. He chose to sit close to the wall so he could lean against it. The tough day and lack of sleep or food had finally gotten to him. He sat there for some time as others spoke to him and waitresses took orders. Suddenly, Cat's speech broke his stupor. ... he didn't WANT to fight... but he knew well enough that it was inevitable. So he sat up and looked at the three near him. He knew what he had to do. The time was now.

"Yeah. I'm alright. Sorry for spacing like that. S'not even the pot that did it. Just... tired and hungry." Jeremy looked at the closest waitress. "I'll have a basket of hotwings, some fries, and a heineken." He sighed quietly and looked back at them. "Thanks for saving my bacon back there. I thought my goose was cooked. I'm glad the cookie crumbled the way it wow I'm really hungry." He chuckled in amusement at himself. Yeah, he'd be fine. If he could find a way to laugh, it was usually a good sign. "Anyways... so what do we do here?"

Remy had come back upstairs to grab a bite with the new blood when he heard Jeremy's question. "Easy, kid. Ya either leave and get a place and a job, or ya sign on here. Do dat, and you'll get a room, basic stuff like TV, clothes and food, and da best schooling and combat training you could ask for. T'ain't gon be easy... but if you can do it, 'tis da best ting in da world." Remy smiled and went to shoot the breeze with everyone else.

"Well... it's settled, then." Jeremy sighed very heavily. "I guess I'm staying." His decision would likely surprise everyone... seeing that a stoned out hippie was willing to stand and fight for something. They probably expected him to take off as soon as he could. Nah... not Jeremy. He thought ahead. He'd have to fight eventually. Why not get some good training in before it happens? This would definitely be for the better. In any case, his food would soon be here... so that was now the top thing on his mind. He took a gulp of his beer and smiled. This wasn't such a bad day after all.

[Deamonbane]

"Fight?" Rusty laughed," Fight what? Aside from your regular mutant haters, the hunt is over," He wondered if they realized this. Paranoid people would be paranoid. But the question nagged at him. While the official mutant hunt was over, his kind was still hated. Why? That was simple. A powerful person only fears one thing: Something he can't control. And if the mutants weren't working for the government, they were working against it, or so thought the men in power. But outright fighting them would make things worse.

Rusty turned to Jeremy," These guys are starting a war around here," He shook his head," Or maybe..." He closed his jaws around a wing, and chewed thoughtfully," They're only finishing it.."

[Whetfeather]

The woman noticed the figure for an instant and then was distracted. Georgiana wasn't a forceful person, but she'd get in with the others soon enough. She needed family and somewhere to belong. Fuck looking for the doctor. She saw what humanity was doing to mutants. She was mutant now and it was time to protect her own kind. Instead of fighting it and complaining about being alone she could make the best of it; embrace it. She hadn't forgotten about what she had done in the tunnel. But she was sure as hell going to make up for it. Tori was mutant. She'd fight for the mutants; fight with the mutants. She watched as a wimpy looking guy walked up to the woman and muttered something. The woman look perturbed and stood. She gave directions for those who weren't looking to fight for themselves and the ones that were. She sat back down and inhaled her food. Georgiana smiled and rose slowly. She pushed the handsome man in the booth with her to the side and sat down.

"Hello, I'm Georgiana. It's nice to meet you guys."

[Vonghese]

Normally, Jack would have taken great exception to being pushed, but this was a rather attractive young female, so he scooted with her push to give her room to sit. His Glamour didn't do a good job of disguising weight, he had to slide carefully to keep the booth seat from groaning aloud under the strain. Old habits, but Jack didn't like flaunting his true form. He didn't think everyone would cotton to it immediately.

Now, where had this girl come from? He did not look at the breasts approaching, or the ass leaving, as the waitress brought him his beer and headed off, only by reminding himself that leering was a massive turn-off and a generally bad habit. "Georgiana? Haven't met too many of those, but it's been my loss. Nice to meet you. I'm Jack Morgan, low-key extraordinaire and chauvenistic pig."

[justice]

Devin was getting no answers to his inquiry as to Peter's location. He was starting to get fed up with the lack of any answers and was close to implementing his powers to get some. Still he was above such selfish actions and contained his anger around a shell of calm. All the same after he heard the woman from before stand up and talk about suddenly joining the X-Men he outright laughed. Several people around him looked over at him as the room went silent from his outburst. "Did you just say X-Men?" He called out.

"Cause if I heard you correctly your other power must be fabricating lies. The X-Men were all killed off." He started to feel his anger push him forward as he started to walk towards the woman called Raver. At this point the whole thing was quickly starting to look like some sort of scam or something. The crowd of mutants parted in front of Devin until he stopped. "You can't join something that is already dead and gone. And I sure as hell don't want to hear you slander the name of the men and woman who fought for us and died. X-MEN! None of us have the right to call ourselves that." At this point Devin was truly angry and no amount of internal calm was holding it back.

"Where the HELL IS PETER! We deserve to know why you planned all this and we deserve answers. Not after you rest, not after you eat. NOW!" Devin ended his small rant by looking directly back at the woman. He never broke eye contact nor flinched from any movement she made. He saw some people around him start to nod their heads in agreement. It had become evident to most by now that the entire situation surrounding them getting here was organic. Something had been off and now more than just Devin wanted answers.

[Whetfeather]

Before she could answer the man she'd scooted beside, a large noise began and ended in the same moment. Georgiana's ears rang from the shouting. Who is this idiot? Behind her, a young man stood. He looked rather distressed and his face was flushed. Before Raver could answer him back, Georgiana rose from her place.

"I don't know WHO in the HELL you think you are, but you need to call down. Acting like a FOOL in the middle of this all will get you killed. And you obviously haven't learned that yet. I've seen enough murder and violence today. I'd rather sit down and eat me something before I have to get back at it. I don't want to hear another lick of yelling or screaming from you. Especially at people who saved your life. The X-men fought for us. We can at least fight to keep the name alive. They still live on in us. EACH of us. But if you wish to give up and lay down with your stomachs showing, do so. Otherwise, enjoy this moment of peace while you can. Can't you feel it? There's a war coming. Take your rest as you get it. Then worry about questions."

Georgiana clenched her fist and water swirled up around her from the many glasses in the room. Her mind was calm and she closed her eyes. Her skin became a pale blue color; her lashes contrasting with her skin beautifully. She curved a smile into her mouth and opened her fist. She didn't need to see what happened; she already knew. The hot-headed boy was drenched.

"I figured you could cool down a bit, Darling. Unless you wanna bring some fire to the game, of course."

Looking a Raver, she nodded and silently sat down.

[Hillan]

Michael had just woken up from his two days sleep, after getting blown out of the sky by a bazooka from the M.H.S, and a group of mutants had saved him and taken him to Vegas. He sat up in the prison like bed. " Am I kidnapped?.." He thought, looking around himself, disoriented. No, this was definately too.. gloom to be a M.H.S holding cell, nor did it seem to be heat resistant, they'd know he could get through the unenforceable door with ease if it was the M.H.S.. So, where was he?

He opened the vault door, and walked out into the corridor. He was wearing a green T-shirt, Black Shorts with red straps, and flip-flops on his feet, showing off his tanned arms. He passed another person.
"Excuse me, but where am I?" Mike asked, the girl he had asked gave a sigh. " You're in Vegas, I think you're the guy who was hit by a rocket and blown out of the sky, right?" She said, Mike had a brief memory flash, remembering how the rocket had hit him and sent him into the sand, he remembered skidding his arm in the sand as he landed before he was knocked out.He looked over at his right arm, The wound was healing well, and was now little more than a red scar.

" Thanks.. Do you know where the one who's in charge is?" He asked. The girl nodded towards the elevator a good 5 feet away from him. " Ah, I see.." Mike noted, as he turned around and got into the elevator. This was one strange place, was it not?

As the elevator stopped, he stepped out of the closet that the elevator was hidden within. " Coming out of the closet have been given a brand new meaning, I suppose.." Mike joked to himself, following it up with a brief chuckle.

As he walked out, he was met by the heated argument between two his own age, regarding the X-Men, Mike knew about the X-men, and he knew about the mutant resistance, he figured he was in one of their bases currently.

That was when the Black and red eyed man turned around. Remy.. Mike was in no little outpost, this was the HQ, else, the highest ranked mutant, and the world's most wanted sure as hell wasn't gonna stand 25 feet in front of him.

Charge at him, punch him in the back of his head, and burn straight through his chest, then deliver his head to the government, to end the war. The thought came into Mike's head, but he shrugged it off. He knew that giving them Remy and think they'd end the following of mutants would be foolish.

" What are ya'll talking about The X-men for?" Mike asked the others. " Those guys are dead, are they not? Not like that would matter, though, I'm just here for a burger, I heard all the way back in Kansas that the burgers at this Hooters was awesome." Mike said, trying to derail from the obvious heated argument, Mike was never one for conflict, after all, and from what he had read in the news and seen on the TV, anything involving Remy would go bad.

[Little Fox]

Cat was contently stuffing her face with nachos while Georgiana and Jack made small talk. And then Devin had to ruin the atmosphere with deluded accusations, getting the crowd worked up unnecessarily, forcing Cat's anger to rise. The skirted woman stood up slowly after Georgiana drenched the boy and Jeremy bared his vines. Her small hands clenched into fists, squeezing down so that her manicured nails dug into the flesh of her hands. Before Remy could speak, Georgiana was the first victim of her words. "Now why the fuck would you go and do some shit like that? You really think that made shit better? Was that supposed to intimidate him to shutting up?" She shook her head and turned her gaze to Jeremy. "You sit the fuck down, too. You're probably too baked to help anyone." She finally rested a blue-eyed glare on Devin. "What fuck are you -?" It was at this point that little multicolored flashes of light began blinking around her and Remy stepped forward, pausing as the elevator opened.

He glanced over as Ben exited the elevator, heaving a sigh of relief - No way could he handle a gaggle of confused teens and Cat once she got good and worked up. "Ben, dis fella's been hollerin' for you. Can you take care of dis while ah get Kitty to da lounge tah calm down?" When Ben nodded understandingly, Gambit nodded thankfully and took Cat down to the lounge.

[Beta]

Jeremy heard someone raise their voice and immediately turned toward the source of the anger. It was some guy ranting about the dead X-Men. Jeremy chimed in with his own two cents. "Hey man... Gambit was right there. Pretty sure the X-Men ain't dead, bro. Chill the fuck out." With that, he threw a joint at the angry man. "Smoke up once in a while and maybe you wouldn't come off as such an ass." Though... he did have one solid question... the hell was spiderman doing here. He was supposed to be dead. ... oh well. Patience was a virtue Jeremy had plenty of, and he knew he'd figure shitout in time.

"As for you..." Jeremy said as soon as the new girl soaked the hothead. "... seriously? You're gonna go and do that? Guarantee you just pissed off that dude." Vines had started growing from Jeremy's backpack. They were each only a foot or two long, but that could change quickly depending on what happened next. "How about the two of you sit down and fucking eat so we can stop scaring these people. God Damn." Sure enough... the display of powers was starting to intimidate some of the staff and younger mutants. One waitress seemed unphased by it, though. Must have seen a lot to not care about a potential mutant fight.

"Anyways..." said Jeremy after a sip of his beer. "... can we all just fucking rest and relax for a bit? This is the first real meal I've had in two days, and my first chance to rest in just as long. Shit be wack, yo..." Yep. He said that. "Now let's frigging befriends. I'd rather not fight other mutants right now." With that said, he sat down and smashed a handful of fries into his maw. The vines from his pack remained active, and writhed nervously with the tension of the situation.

((Accidently deleted the wrong post. Was able to save it, though. ))

[YaoiUke]

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