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]

[He was flattening himself to the concrete immediately, of course. The army stayed with you that way. But he didn't need to. A hand signal: fingers interlocking. "Hold him here."

People tended to underestimate his power because it wasn't all that flashy or immediately dangerous. But when you can shout to all the local cockroaches "Food! Here!" in a silent, chemical tongue, even a huge, seemingly unstoppable force might want to pause.

Especially when hundreds, thousands of them begin running up his legs...]

[thenewbrotherhood]

Holy shit!! [Blob stepped back, certainly not expecting a swarm of roaches to pop out of the woodwork. He definitely wished he was Pyro or Vanisher (or even Toad) at that moment, stumbling and uncertain of what to do. There were too damn many to squash.]

[long_live_the_queen]

[That...was a lot of bugs.

But they didn't seem to be going after her, though a number of them skittered over her feet.

Her vectors didn't require her to move, though; telekinetic hands lashed out to grab onto Blob's shoulders, pin his arms to his sides, but not lift him off the ground. The roaches still needed a road.]