It happened, at times. Ann was probably the sweetest girl at the shelter -- it was amazing how much she hadn't let what she'd been through make her cynical -- but the general Alphabet City region wasn't always the safest to begin with, and she always insisted on leaving the shelter alone and going places that girls with scales wouldn't be safe. So this time, Jeremiah'd followed her. And lo, she did indeed get herself surrounded by riffraff.

But when he stepped out of the shadows, armoring up and drawing his sword, they moved faster than he expected in grabbing, her the lead one putting her between himself and Jeremiah. And the knife pried under a scale on her clavicle, making its point so well there were a few drops of blood.

His sword vanished. "Why?" Jeremiah asked.
"God, this is messed up," Topher mused to himself as he sat under his favourite tree early one afternoon, perusing casefiles of old X-Men adventures.

Currently, he was reading up on the one where his dad had an affair with his uncle Scott's ex-wife, Madelyne Pryor. It was...mind-boggling. He furrowed his brow and switched to the next screen, choosing instead to read about his grandfather's adventures as a Starjammer.

Well, he was about to start reading when his phone started ringing. Curious, Topher pulled it out of his pocket and grinned when he saw Jeremiah's name, number, and photo on the screen.

"Thank god you called," Topher said, answering immediately. "I was reading up on family history. I have to remember that if I'm ever going to do that again, I need an industrial-sized vat of brain bleach with me." Pause. "But enough about that. What's up?"
WHO: Xavier's students
WHERE: 11th Street Shelter
WHAT: Helping out, making a difference!
WHEN: Early afternoon on Sunday
RATING: PG to PG-13

Mutants helping mutants! )

The Blackbird was about fifteen minutes out from Cape Citadel. Supposedly, Topher's boyfriend was going to meet the rest of them there.

Rose, meanwhile, was working up a fight plan in her head. It mostly involved slicing.

"So... we got a nutjub who thinks she's the second comin' of Magneto, somebody encoachin' on Little Miss Hellfire's trademarks, and a bunch of other flamin' nuts. What's the game plan, Summers?"
Cape Citadel, Florida, was home to a portion of the United States' nuclear arsenal.  As such, it was one of the most heavily guarded military bases in the country.  Decades ago, it had been attacked by Magneto, the sight of the first public demonstration of so-called "evil mutants" and the first time the X-Men had gone into action publicly.  It had been a day when history had changed.  

History, it seemed, was about to repeat itself.

She carried her followers in a sphere of magnetic energy, her cloak billowing around her as she set them down, blowing away the fences around the base with a single wave of her hand.

Guards rushed them, but were blown back by her powers, even as the others--Mercury and the Red Witch, Heavyweight, Lady Mastermind, and Frogg, conducted their own assaults.

"Here me, humans," Magneta, Mistress of Magnetism, heir to Magneto's mutant throne, declared.  "I have come to claim your weapons for my own.  Are we not the Children of the Atom?  Then the weapons of the Atomic Age belong to mutants!"
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