ALWAYS OPEN X-Men: Eve of Apocalypse

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Hank Mccoy
Hank listened to the conversations going on. It potentially being apocalypse was a troubling thought. But it also made sense given what hes seen so far. "if it is him i worry that he not only recruited some strong allies but modified them, our Logan is already rather formidable afterall" He commented moving further into the room, exhaustion and worry clearly on his face.

As Jean talked he put a hand to his chin in thought. There had to be a way to help track him down, problem was the mix of the various unknown factors and his own exhaustion was making it hard to think through it. He might need to work on something else. But that'd have to wait given the current situation.

Jeans reasoning made sense but it didnt stop his worry, might be best suited but it wasn't gonna be difficult as heck. "guess we are hunting down another copy, what a way to start a return" he joked lightly​
 
Scott stood with his arms crossed, his brow deeply furrowed as he processed the conversation swirling around him. The mention of Apocalypse sent a heavy tension through the air, one he couldn't shake. Magneto, Mystique, Hank, and Jean were all offering valid concerns, but the picture forming in his mind was troubling. Manipulation, death, and an unseen hand pulling the strings.

His gaze shifted toward the television, where the news continued cycling the assassination footage. Jean's reasoning made sense—whoever orchestrated this was likely still in D.C., lying low and waiting for the right moment. But his instincts told him there was more to this than what they were seeing. Something bigger.

Scott took a deep breath, the wheels in his mind spinning. "Jean's right. If the assassin is still in D.C., they'll be laying low, but we can't underestimate them. If this is Apocalypse—or someone acting in his name—they're likely not working alone. We need to move quickly but carefully."

He glanced toward Raelyn. "Raelyn, you're our best tracker. You'll take point when we hit D.C. See if you can pick up any scent, trace, or energy signature that doesn't belong."

Turning to Jean, he added, "You and Storm will need to keep Cerebro running while we're on-site. Telepathy might be the only way we get a jump on them. Anything you pick up, even if it seems small, could be the difference."

Scott's gaze landed on Hank next, his voice softening slightly. "Hank, I know you're exhausted, but we need your expertise. If there's more tech involved—killswitches, cloning facilities, whatever—you're the one who'll see it first."

Finally, he turned to Magneto, the weight of his next words evident. "Magneto, I don't like this, but you're right. Rogers needs to know we're cooperating. If the Avengers think we're trying to cover this up, it's only going to get worse. Reach out to him. Let him know we're heading to D.C. and that I'll coordinate with him on the ground."

Scott took a step toward the window, his arms falling to his sides. He squinted at the shrubs surrounding the mansion, his sharp eyes catching a sudden movement. The fluttering of wings wasn't just birds—it was too deliberate. Too coordinated. His frown deepened, his body stiffening as his instincts flared. "And I don't want anyone panicking... But I think someone or something is coming. Or is already here..."
 
Matthew Michael Volt

Location: Xavier Mansion Kitchen
Interaction: Open.

Matthew had silently braced when Magneto's attention circled back to him. He let out a little puff of breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, a little smirk crossing his face in return. "You got it, boss." He makes his retreat to the kitchen, pulling out a big old pot and some ground beef, heavy cream, along with a block of cream cheese and some sour cream. He keeps an ear towards the entryway, vaguely listening to the chatter. He frowned slightly as he cooked. He knew he kept his full capabilities under wraps when he'd crossed against the X-Men. He knew Hank was smart, but seriously? See it first ahead of the near technopath? "What a joke." He grumbles under his breath. He turns off the burner and takes the beef stroganoff off the heat at the warning.

His thumbs hook loosely in his pockets as he ambles out of the kitchen. "I can take a walkabout, see if anything looks off." He offers, having gotten a keen eye for the school's grounds during his work maintaining them. "I can be a pretty decent welcome wagon if need be." He smirks, welcoming an opportunity to blow off some steam and prove to them he could be useful for something.
 
"Roger that," Ororo replied to Scott's orders as they planned. "I shall also watch our security systems. There's no telling who else might want our attention while you're away."

"We may have less time than we realize," Erik cautioned the team. "See what Matthew can do to streamline Hank's examination, Scott. He was my Brotherhood's tech expert." It was true; none among the Brotherhood's roster had much expertise with machines. Of course, what little was left of the Brotherhood dissolved after the destruction of Avalon. Back then, he referred to everyone under their codenames—a habit he found difficult to break.

Magneto peered over Scott's shoulder, looking for what he saw. Indeed, the birds had scattered, but they were still far away. His brow furrowed visibly in suspicion.

With Matt returning, Erik turned back around. "Unless they are hostile, it's best we let our regular X-Men answer the door," he advised when Matt offered to greet the potential guests. So far, no one knew the X-Men were harboring a former terrorist. Though he wasn't plotting anything sinister, the stigma followed him.

"Now if you'll excuse me... I have a call to make." With a nod to Scott and Jean, he left the foyer in search of the communicator. It had to be in the war room...

Mystique cracked a smirk, directed at Scott. "What about me? Wouldn't hurt to have me on the ground." She looked down at the skull ornaments around her waist. The middle one morphed into a gold-trimmed, red and black 'X' insignia.

Outside, the distant sound of helicopters slowly grew louder. Looking out the window again, a fleet of them crested the horizon, confirming Scott's suspicions.


Xavier Mansion, War Room...

How many times had the X-Men gathered here to plan against him? How many monitors flashed images of his crimes? Magneto roamed around the round table of the war room, the questions floating in his mind as he searched for the communicator.

He pulled open a few drawers, until he found it: a device with a short antenna, with a tiny screen and the stylized 'A' on the front. If he didn't know any better, he'd have guessed this was some children's toy. He was not about to play with this thing...

Stepping over to the comms console, Erik activated his electromagnetic vision to gauge the wave range of this communicator. Meanwhile, he turned the knob on the terminal slowly until the waveforms matched. Then, he sent the frequency.

"Captain Rogers," he started, staring into the camera. "We received your message loud and clear. Now hear ours: We had nothing to do with this incident and have evidence suggesting an impostor is on the loose near you."
 
Jean looks in the direction of the windows, that faint sound of emerging helicopter engines. Now she could stay above ground to aid the others in dealing with…whoever is there. But Jean has been given a task, and an important one. While she doesn't always like it, she always follows orders to the best of her abilities. She stands there seeming to analyze the outside skies, her thin brows furrowed with worry. Presently she would look down towards the still sitting Raelyn and offer a comforting smile. "You're gonna do great out there. Don't fret, okay?" She nods faintly to her. Her tone is a soothing one, but always meant as a form of motivation she would hope.

"Ororo" she says softly, striding towards the elevator access "I need to make a pit stop, then I'll head to Cerebro." Stepping inside of the now not so hidden elevator, she would turn to face the room. The sleek doors slide closed, her eyes lingering on her friends as they do. One specifically, of course.

Stepping off of the elevator, Jean turns and heads down the futuristic seeming corridor towards the 'locker room'. Her stride is a hurried one. Not as… panic… induced as before when she was in this hallway. But there is still a bit of urgency. Presently she steps into the woman's locker room and moves to the display of different uniforms. Stopping in front of one of them, it slides open as she starts to unbutton her blouse.

Changing into her uniform, her mind lingers on what she knows thus far. Which isn't a lot. The only thing she knows for sure… Logan is in a different hemisphere. So it's impossible for him to be responsible for that awful murder. No, no that isn't the only thing she knows. She also knows Logan wouldn't do something like that. What did he once say that made her feel really good?
'We're heroes. Even when it hurts, we gotta stand for something. And I draw the line at murder.'
Those eyes, that speech, that voice. Enough to give a girl shivers.

Don't tell Scott.

With practiced ease does Jean Grey slip into her uniform of old. Well… the one she wore when she first left the mansion. When that jerkface Magn-- okay come on, Jean. Now isn't the time for that kind of thinking. PLENTY of time later for that kind of thinking. Now towards the door once more she heads, ruffling her hair a little to get it from under the collar of her uniform. She proceeds down that sterile feeling hallway, her boots clacking just so gently against the Death Starish floor. Darn you, Jubilation, for putting that in her head.

But now its time to focus. Presently she walks towards the end of the hall, and a large metallic door slides open. The doorway to the room housing Cerebro is unlocked manually this time, by the sheer act of Jean's will. She is able to open them through the knowledge of the system and her own telekinesis. Storm isn't there yet, which is good. She wanted a moment in the vastly empty room to herself. The door slides closed behind her and Jean finds herself standing before the control console. Striding towards it slowly, her voice comes forth in a gentle echo along the wide walls.
"Okay, old girl. This time we're both going to take it slower. I was a little panicked, yes. So this time, let's work together and get some info for our friends." Sliding into the control chair, she scoots up to the console and takes up the helmet. A gentle sigh later, she slides it onto her head. Closing her eyes, the room darkens. Her mind is connected into the system that is Cerebro, a mix of advanced terran technology and middle of the road alien technology (which of course would almost seem magic in comparison). An image emerges in the middle of the room, a map of the United States. And then it zooms in on Washington D.C. And that grey blob hovering over it, concealing it. Now she waits… and keeps herself focused on it.



The Star Spangled Avenger is walking with a small group of police officers towards a group of buildings across from the capitol building. None of the officers had ever met Captain America, but all of them wanted to gush over him. And at the same time… they know they have a job there. And the Captain's whole demeanor keeps them on task. As one they pause when Captain America does, all of them looking towards him. He reaches into one of the pouches around his waist and speaks "Officers, go ahead to the building. I'll be there in 3 minutes." They move off without question and Cap pulls a small card from his belt. Magneto's voice comes on it, and Cap makes sure no one else is within earshot. To Steve, Magneto's tone puts him on the defensive. And this situation doesn't need that kind of thing. Things here are on a razor's edge. Magneto goes quiet, and Steve speaks as he starts to walk once more. "Magneto. It never actually occurred to me that those affiliated with your school had a thing to do with this. But Wolverine is the main and only suspect by law enforcement. And that's part of the reason I want to get to him first. People here are scared, Magneto. This place is a powder keg and ready to blow." He pauses as he frowns a little. "Magneto, I know you people will come here even if I tell you not to. But if you make yourselves known, be ready for a fight. A fight we can't afford. The Avengers have 2 pairs of boots on the ground, and that won't be enough to stop a mob of a thousand angry and scared folks. We're working now to find whoever did this. I'll keep you posted. Stay away." But as he just said, they won't. He knows that. But he still had to voice himself. "Captain America, out."
 
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