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SINISTER FINALE
WHO: Those who signed up for the punching dinosaurs Savage Lands mission
WHAT: Time to get a cure
WHERE: Savage Land Nature Preserve
WHEN: October 10th
WARNING(S): Violence, language, etc
The Blackbird was getting quite a bit of use, lately. It left the Institute early, before the sun was properly up—from there, it was a straight line from New York to Antarctica, with no stops between. The paperwork had been cleared, official permission granted for the team to enter an international wildlife reserve. There would be no scandalous headlines of border-crossing house parties this time, thank you very much.
The glasslike surface of the Antarctic Ocean stretched away endlessly beneath the plane, disappearing into a fog-clouded horizon.
They weren’t there quite yet.
But they would be soon.
WHAT: Time to get a cure
WHERE: Savage Land Nature Preserve
WHEN: October 10th
WARNING(S): Violence, language, etc
The Blackbird was getting quite a bit of use, lately. It left the Institute early, before the sun was properly up—from there, it was a straight line from New York to Antarctica, with no stops between. The paperwork had been cleared, official permission granted for the team to enter an international wildlife reserve. There would be no scandalous headlines of border-crossing house parties this time, thank you very much.
The glasslike surface of the Antarctic Ocean stretched away endlessly beneath the plane, disappearing into a fog-clouded horizon.
They weren’t there quite yet.
But they would be soon.
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Both good and bad that she was following him. It might lend support to the argument. Or it might make them think it was an attempt at a hostile takeover. He burst through to the flight cabin.
"Please, let me try the radio. I can at least make them a little more hesitant to kill us."
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"If they fire, I can only keep the bullets away from the passengers."
She didn't know how her vectors would fare against missiles; she could catch them, sure. But would they have reached their arming distance and explode when touched by the time she could reach them?
Let alone the wings or the engines or the innumerable fins she kept staring at as they were lifting off.
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"I'm no use helping to defend the bird. Let me at least put a bit of doubt in their heads. Magneto might not care about the X-Men but he does care about his reputation among mutants."
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"Can someone reach the other side of the plane?" Kaede spoke up louder, in hopes one of the other passengers would answer.
Well since you asked.
Joss shouted back.
"But me an Rinka are still figgrin thangs out."
Joss had no plan and it was making her anxious, but she sure the best bet was to coordinate with everyone.
"It would help if we could bring this bird lower!"
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Kaede didn't mean for her voice to come across harshly; it just had an unfortunate tendency to do so. It didn't help that she even turn to look at her, the horned mutant's gaze fixed on the jet. Her vectors curled out of her back, the field sinking through the Blackbird's walls and fuselage into a barrier that reached two meters--no more. She grit her teeth.
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"Rinka, and Zancrow got the other side of the plane. I'm takin the roof, and back."
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There's a few people she actually cared about on this trip; one of which she was especially possessive over. For a stranger to see how little Kaede could do here rankled at her.