HEAVY IS THE HEAD: Part One, SINISTER LEGACY Fallout

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WHO: The Students and Faculty of the Xavier Institute
WHAT: Charity work in District X, but things are getting bad again
WHERE: District X
WHEN: Thanksgiving Weekend
WARNING(S): Violence, language, etc

So this was Christmas, and War was Not Over. The soup lines, this time, were alongside official Vaccine Centers, cures to the Legacy Virus being handed out alongside plates of hot food for the needy. Once more, winter was bleak in the world of mutants living in forced squalor. Attitudes were not particularly bright. People were no longer dying in the streets from illness, but were conditions really any better? War with Genosha was imminent. The National Guard was already standing post around the community, enforcing curfews, treating the area now more than ever like an internment community. Xavier's students were allowed to move around freely, but only with special ID badges that marked them as such. It was the same all over the country.

This wasn't Mutant Registration... it somehow felt worse. And it didn't help that the Mutant Liberation Front was still very active in the area, and many of them entirely blamed the X-Men for Renko's apparent 'death'. There were antagonistic forces around them, and desperate faces looking at them for some kind of hope. And if they couldn't get it there...

There were whispers, a lot of them, about fleeing to Genosha. About joining the MLF and working alongside Genosha for 'true' mutant liberation. About kickstarting this war on local soil. And really...

... was there anything the X-Men could do to stop it? Should they stop it?

Comments

[friendofdorothy]

More specifically she sounded like his own angry mom. From the afterlife, Elphaba Thropp smiled at the shaming the mob was getting.

Liir accepted being literally put in his place. Let someone competent handle it.

[green_eyed]

"Bunch of worthless complainers wouldn't last a day in the underground," Parsee snorted and spat to the side, turning her attention back to Liir.

"The fuck are you smiling at?"

[friendofdorothy]

"Nothing." Immediate answer. Then: "You just reminded me of someone I knew...Don't worry, it's a good comparison."

It looked like she'd calmed things down, as counterintuitive as that seemed. He didn't have to expect a fight. Which was good, as he didn't know he'd handle it with his own kind.

[green_eyed]

"Well cut it out, it's fuckin' creepy," Parsee rolled her eyes and turned back to the crowd, letting out a long, icey breath.

"What I wouldn't give for something to smoke right about now..."

[friendofdorothy]

More shuffling. But not quite as much embarrassment as this would normally cause him. Liir was learning to process his inherent awkwardness.

"Right. Sorry."

He opened his mouth to lecture her about vices, but it died on his lips. He let it go. Who was he to preach about vices with the stress they were under? Especially to a Morlock.

"None of the locals can help?"

[green_eyed]

"There's nothing but shitty skunk weed in this town," Parsee shrugged. "I grow my own back home."