382/Familiar Faces

Familiar Faces
Date of Scene:	09 March 2020
Location:	Front Yard (Xavier's School)
Synopsis:	The arrival of Grey-Summers spawn #3. There might just be a gap in the universe over Westchester.
Cast of Characters:	Hope Summers, Nate Grey, Alex Summers

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Hope Summers has posed:
Spring is coming to Westchester, but it's taking its sweet time getting there. As the sun starts to set, the pleasant day is turning to a sharper chill. Hope isn't too worried about it - it's not the first time she's been exposed to an extreme of weather. And besides, being inside and surrounded by people who //aren't// the people she thinks they are can be a little bit wearing sometimes.

In sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a zip up hoodie all of the school variety, she could easily pass for any of the students...except for the fact that she carries herself more like someone standing guard. At the edge of the front porch, her hands in her pockets, she stares out toward the horizon, lost to her own thoughts.

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey indeed, the weather is cool, with a clear blue sky. However, that is all distrubed as a gigantic CRACK of power appears right above the central fountain at the school. Cerebro's automated alarms go off, showing a gigantic spike of power. And from this tear in space a young man, damaged from having been in combat, bloodied and bruised, appears above the fountain. He is unceremoniously dumped right into the water, psychic energy wafting off his form. His left eye glows, as he calls out, "Forge! Blink!". But then it goes out, as he drops into unconsciousness.

Alex Summers has posed:
    It's cool, but not too bad...at least, not for someone who's recently discovered that he's just kinda...not bothered by that stuff anymore. Which is weird to think about, but when you can just naturally raise the temperature around you (and it's kinda good that you do to let off some excess energy), a little chill isn't an issue.

    Thus, Alex comes wandering out. Today, he's dressed in a black bodysuit, with a glowing bluish-white circle over his chest, though his cowl is pulled back to bare mussed blonde hair. He's currently balancing a bottle of water with an oversized sub sandwich on one plate and a more delicate looking lemon tart on a smaller plate on the other, as he wanders to take a seat on one of the benches outside.

    Seeing Hope, he raises a brow. "Hey...been a bit. How's..."

    And then there's a crack of energy as the sky tears open and a man drops out of it as Alex jumps spinning around, and then narrowly savying his sandwich as he leans quickly, before setting both plates down and dropping the water. "...the hell?!" he mutters, but is moving towards the water already.

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey is dead unconscious and may drown in the fountain unless someone does something.

Hope Summers has posed:
Hope starts to turn toward Alex as he comes out, but before she can say anything, there's that crack of sound, followed by another arrival. "You know," she says, startsing to jog down toward the fountain, "I'm starting to think there may just naturally be some sort of //hole// in reality right around here."

Reaching the fountain, she leans over to grab the new arrival's arm, hauling him toward the edge with more strength than it looks like she ought to possess.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex mmphs and wades in, sliding an arm under Nate's to pull him out as he adds his muscle to Hope's, helping her drag the battered man clear of the water and to an open area of grass. "No kidding..." he deadpans, frowning as he looks over Nate. "Shit, he's been worked over good...you know him?"

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey vomits the water he's breathed in, and takes a wracking breath.

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey murmurs, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I tried, I tried so hard. Oh god, they're all gone." HACK SPIT WHEEZE. "He won. Apocalypse won." These are almost like sobs.

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey occasionally, Nate's left eye sparks and glows, as psychic power crackles over his body and his energy struggles to realign itself.

Hope Summers has posed:
Hope helps to turn Nate over, thumping on his back, and it's only after he coughs up water that she actually gets a look at him, stiffening with wary surprise.

She listens to the words, takes them in, then looks back to Alex. "I don't think I //actually// do," she mutters, grimacing. "Pretty sure we're looking at another timeline refugee."

Crouching next to him, she stares down at the all too familiar features. "It's okay. You're not there or then anymore. Apocalypse isn't here yet." And then the real question. "What's your name?"

Alex Summers has posed:
    "An apocalypse?" Alex says confusedly, eyeing the...well, eye as energy runs over the guy's body. "Wait, that's a person?" He's thinking someone named Apocalypse probably is not bringing an apocalypse of something benign. Like kittens or something. Why can't it be a kitten apocalypse?

    "Hell. We should get him to the medbay, he's looking in bad shape. I know some first aid but not enough to deal with something like this..."

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey seizes up, and tries to telekinetically force Alex and Hope away. But he's given everything he had to give in whatever battle he was in. For a moment, the very ground rumbles, indicating massive psionic power. But the tank is empty, so to speak. He looks up at Hope for a moment. "Jean? Are you Jean? The Prelate?" He chuckles bitterly. "Your noses are all wrong." His left eye fades out again, as he drifts in and out of consciousness.

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey is out cold, and offers Alex and Hope no resistance.

Hope Summers has posed:
"Apocalypse is a //really// long story. They're all long stories." Hope reaches a hand for Nate's shoulder when he tries to push back with his powers, brows furrowing. //Her// Nathan only very rarely had enough power to spare from keeping the virus at bay to actually use it. And that definitely didn't feel like power that was overly occupied.

"Remember how I said the man who raised me was called Nathan?" she says, reaching down for one arm to loop it over her shoulders. "Well. I'd be willing to bet you this guy is too. Which at least means that he's probably going to be okay, but let's get him inside and to medical."

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex erks, taking a step back at the wash of power over him. "Wait so...this is your Nathan, but different and younger?" Alex guesses. Yeah. Long stories. They're ALL long stories so far. He's started wondering at times if people were making things up to mess with him, followed by how he could tell the difference if they were.

    With a faint grunt he slides a shoulder under Nate's other arm. "Yeah. We can straighten it out once he's there, long as he's not dangerous or something to the school." And between the two of them they'll drag Nate's well beaten form down to the school medbay and drop him in a bed there.

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey has, upon an initial check at medical, a few things happening - first, his genetics indicate a parentage of *Jean Grey* and *Scott Summers*. But, however, he also has the markers of someone who is a chimera, someone who was created as a result of incredibly high level engineering. He appears to be around 26 years of age. He carries a few minor pathogens that are easily dealt with. His injuries indicate that he was in a life or death powered battle before appearing here. Advanced quantum and chroniton analysis indicates that yes, indeed, he's probably a visitor from an alternate timeline, with readings suspiciously similar to those of Rachel Summers, although his being from *that* future has been definitively ruled out.
     From Hope's level of being able to read technological readouts and knowledge of science, his genetics also resemble her adoptive parent's, with one vital exception - there is no presence of the inhibiting Technovirus. She may ponder that for what she will. Initial automated analysis indicates enormous telepathic and telekinetc powers, on the same level as Jean Grey and Rachel Summers.

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey one final note - his genetics are damaged - he's like a reactor that can potentially explode if he is placed under too much strain.

Hope Summers has posed:
Once Nate is settled in, Hope pulls a chair up next to the bed, giving him a long, intense look. It's strange. //Everything// is strange, honestly, but this...is a strange she wasn't quite prepared to deal with.

When she speaks again, it's to Alex, though without looking at him. "It's kind of fifty-fifty if he's a danger or not," she admits belatedly. "I met a clone of Nathan once who was definitely a danger. But...We can't really know until he wakes up and he's ready to talk. Which, if I know Nathan, will also be a relative thing, because he's kind of crap at talking about things."

Letting out a heavy breath, she shakes her hands through her hair, as if it can shake out all the doubts from her mind. "Couldn't just let him freeze to death out there though, either way."

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex lets the medical staff on duty deal with Nate's injuries, sitting back with Hope as they worked. Though the news that they are /also/ related to Scott and Jean does bring a faint eye twitch. "Those two get around." he mutters under his breath, then sighs and nods. "We probably should let someone on staff know, just in case. I dunno if they'll be happy about someone like that being on campus then, with this enormous power thing."

    Alex frowns a bit. Really, if anyone should know about dangerous powers, it's him, after all.

     "Well. He'll live, looks like. If I'm understanding all that stuff the doctor said." Alex mmms. "So...yeah. I'm starting to wonder if you're right...how many people from the future have come through that hole now? Makes me wonder who else will pop out next."

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey blinks his eyes open, and startles for a moment. His eye flashes for a moment - those of you who are familiar with telepathy feel a light brush. Some of the staff start. Nate, afer this, slumps over and covers his face with his hands, and closes his eyes. "Gone. They're all gone." His family, his friends, an entire world - gone, just because one insane, old mutant wanted to prove might makes right. The memories are all hazy. He begged En Sabah Nur. They didn't need to fight. But Apocalypse said that life was conflict. He sobs.

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey 's instincts tell him to be on the alert, and to not trust anyone. But he's *tired*.

Hope Summers has posed:
"Hey." When Nate wakes up, Hope slides off of the chair, coming over to the edge of the bed to reach a hand for his shoulder. "I don't...I don't know what happened in your world, but you're safe here, okay?" Oh god, he's crying. She is one hundred percent not prepared for crying Nathan.

Looking to Alex, she tries to come up with the right response, chewing on her lower lip. "You're gonna be okay."

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex blinks at Hope looking at him for....something! Sort of that deer in headlights expression results. "Uh...yeah, buddy, you're safe here for the moment." he stammers, then takes a deep breath, frowning as he says. "...you're at Xavier's Institute. Do you know what that is? Or when you are? It sounds like...you're a ways before wherever you were, timewise."

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey plops back into the pillows, and takes her hand. "No, I'm not, I'm never going to be. But thank you." He closes his eyes for a moment, putting it all together. "Ok, from the bits I can gleam from the top of your minds and the health care people here, the date is... 2020. Right? I apologize, I usually don't like to mind read too deep, its non-consensual. But I needed an idea of where I was and if I was safe. All I know is that you're Alex, and you're Hope." He smiles at that. "Also, an image of some guy in a blue outfit in a red cape pops up. You guys must really like him. Thank you for pulling me out of that fountain. I'm Nate, Nate Grey." He smiles, weakly.

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey perks up at the mention of 'Xavier institute.' "Wait. Forge said he worked with a guy named Xavier, before Apocalypse began his war against the world. That was like nearly 100 years ago, my time. This 'Xavier' was the first one of the first ones to die. Forge had me read his works, and those of a guy named Eric Lensherr."

Hope Summers has posed:
"Grey," Hope echoes, a rueful curve to her smile as she looks to Alex with a shrug. "Mine was a Summers." Looking back to Nate, she slowly moves back to her chair, sinking down where she can watch him. There's something very guarded about her, wary and weighing. The bearing of a soldier.

She nods to his latter words. "Yeah, the Xavier Institute. This is a safe place. One of the few places that tends to stay...at least safe-adjacent, in my experience. It's not just the place though, Nate. This...reality seems to be a little more stable and healthy than most I've been through or heard of. I mean, I haven't been here all that long, but still."

Alex Summers has posed:
    Yeah, from his expression, Alex is rapidly going out of his depth here, having only just arrived at Xavier's a couple weeks before when his power manifested for the first time. "Uh....huh." He scratches his head absently. "Alex Summers, yeah, that's me. Don't ask me to draw Hope and my family tree though, I think a tesseract is involved." he deadpans, tilting his head. "I totally cannot speak for how stable or healthy it is." he says truthfully. "But no guy named Apocalypse has shown up that I know of."

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey hehs to himself, because the way that hope is drawing herself up is the way that *everyone* that he knew drew themselves up. To Hope: "So, you're a veteran, too. You've seen wars, not just battles. Maybe not against the Prelates or the Horsemen, but you're not like everyone else here. You *know*." The way he points, just like Cable. As for Alex: "Its allright. The memoriess are hazy. All I know is that I stopped Apocalypse from using something called 'M'Kraan'. But we lost everything." He pauses. "My world was first conquered by mutants, and then was destroyed, because mutants and baselines couldnt come to an understanding." Another pause. "As for my name - Dr Grey released me from the the holding pits and freed me from Sinister. These names probably don't mean a damned thing to you. But do you have anyone here named Sugarman, Apocalypse, either of the Prelates Summers, Blink, anyone like that?"

Hope Summers has posed:
"I couldn't tell you," Hope shakes her head to Nathan. "I only landed here about a week ago myself. Which, coincidentally, was about a week after //Rachel// apparently landed here as well. Poor Jean's gonna have a conniption with another one showing up. But no one's said anything about prelates and I haven't come across anything like that in my research yet. Plenty of Summerses, though."

She points a thumb at herself, then Alex. "Summers. Summers. Scott's here. Rachel's a Summers too. I mean, technically I'm not really a Summers, not by blood, but still." Leaning forward, she clasps her hands in front of herself.

Alex Summers has posed:
    "The only Summers I know about are myself and my brother, Scott." Alex confirms. "From this time period, anyway. Rachel and Hope are new arrivals like you." He folds his arms across his chest. "No idea on any of those other names, sorry. No conquering of the world by mutants here either, though someone did just blow up a good chunk of Magneto's mutant homeland, Genosha, with souped up Sentinels. Which are supposed to be all destroyed and illegal to build."

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey looks around. "I'm hungry as hell. So, I'm the only Grey here? I must be special." Nearby unused patient lunches telekinetically float over. "Hope you don't mind." Nate starts packing away food. "I'm sure there's all sorts of cosmological bullshit. My aunt Wanda used to talk about all of that, before Holocaust snapped her neck. I don't even know if this is *my* past. I do know that a war is coming - maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. But baseline and mutant will kill each other, unless it's stopped. The sacrifice of everyone I love will have been for nothing. A war between mutant humans and baseline humans is a war no one can win, no matter how much either side dreams that were so." He pauses when Alex mentions Sentinels. "Those are mutant hunter nanotech war machines, like the Nimrod series. The Human Alliance used them."

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey says, "This might seem wierd, but what's it like to see blue skies for more than a day a month? Clean water? buildings that aren't ruins? Kids in schools? Forge used to tell me about what it was like, but I found it really hard to believe him."

Hope Summers has posed:
"There's Jean, on the Grey side of things. I'm sure she'll be //thrilled//. By which I mean she might have a full on break-down." Hope watches him intently still. Like she's realizing this must be how other people have felt when she's shown up, and she's not quite sure how she feels about it.

"The skies and whole buildings are weird. Same with regular school. Wait'll you see a supermarket. The sheer amount of //stuff// is mind-blowing," offers the voice of experience. "Also, if you've never had peanut butter, I highly recommend it."

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey blinks. "WHat's a 'supermarket'? A slaver settlement where they sell people with powers?"

Alex Summers has posed:
    "...okay, gonna go out on a limb here, it sounds like you're both from a war torn hellscape annnnd we don't have that everywhere here. Lots of anti-powered feelings, maybe." He hates using the word 'mutant'. Everyone's a human, as far as he's concerned. Except for aliens. And intelligent animals. And AIs...y'know he's gonna stick with mostly human here. "It's pretty peaceful usually. Really, there's been no fighting for a while, save for this Genosha thing, and no one has taken credit for it as of yet. And if anything, it's kinda brought the world together in support of Genosha and the people there. All sorts of heroes and goverment chipping in to help the people. So. It's horrible, but what comes of it might be a really good thing fo rgetting people to just...you know. Get along."

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey ums, feeling awkward. "Mister... Summers? Alex? Is that good to call you? Look, I just saw my world die. I have a damaged genome, and a damaged psyche. Right now, I'm going to be processing, adjusting, and... *he breathes back a sob*... mourning." He pauses. "After getting checked out and making sure that you people understand I'm not a threat, I'll... probably be walking around a bit. I just lost everything, and I want to be somewhere, but I also feel super restless. It's complicated. I'll pay back with service, but it would be really nice if I had a... home base, so to speak." He looks around. "So what do you people exactly do here? Is this a military base?"

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey looks up at a nearby TV - JUSTICE LEAGUE ASSISTS WITH GENOSHAN RECOVERY EFFORTS. THIS IS CNN. "Huh. Who's that chatterbox in the red and yellow? He needs to slow down when speaking."

Hope Summers has posed:
"A supermarket is like a giant store," Hope explains. "Full of...everything. Food, clothes, all kinds of stuff. It's crazy. You'll see." Shifting back in her chair, she crosses her legs to sit more comfortably. "War-torn hellscape is pretty accurate," she nods to Alex, then glances to the TV at Nate's question.

"Apparently the Avengers aren't the only game in town here. Maybe that's why things are a little better. More heroes helping out. Look, I get it," she assures Nate. "When I was born, there were a whole lot of people who wanted me dead. But I needed to- Well, that part's not important right now. Nathan - my Nathan - took me into the future so I could grow up in safety. But it turned out that someone who wanted me dead followed us. He burned down the whole future trying to trap us. Trying to kill me. I came back to a different world, with different problems. And then I ended up here. Like you said, it's a good home base. But no one's going to hold you here if you need to get out and get some fresh air and figure things out for yourself."

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey rubs his eyes, as he works on figuring this out. Ironically, this was the first time he had *quiet*. His entire life was powered battles and living on the run."So, the person who took care of you was a version of me?" Forge and his band was the only place that felt truly safe. Forge was his father - he taught him how to read, write, and deal with people. He taught him values, and what to live for. "See, after I got released from the pens, someone else took care of angst filled, violent, teen age me."

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex rubs the back of his neck. "Well, look man...thing is, I'm not staff here or anything, I'm just a guest like Hope. If you wanna stay here, you're gonna need to talk to someone who's actulaly staff. I put a note in that you were in here so someone should come to talk to you about that soon, I'd imagine." He shrugs. "For what it's worth, I'm fairly sure they'd be okay with it, but I can't promise anything."

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey smirks. "I appreciate it, man. And if you're the analog of Prelate Alex Summers, then that means your related to the analog of Prelate Scott Summers. Which means we're a wierd kind of related. And I do owe you my life. So, I hope we can lean on each other, a bit. I've had my powers all my life, but I've run into bunches of mutations that express later in life." He extends his hand.

Hope Summers has posed:
"I'm not //entirely// sure he was a version of you," Hope muses, eyes narrowing as she tilts her head and gives him another of those long looks. "You look alike. But he had actual parents. I dunno, seems like there are a whole lot of possible worlds out there, but even in mine there was a clone of Nathan. So maybe you're this world's - or your world's - Stryfe. But the point is what you do here, so."

She looks back to Alex, a faint smirk crossing her features. "You know, you're taking all this pretty well, considering you're new here too."

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey cocks his eyebrow as you mention 'Stryfe'. "What a fucking stupid name, like a 13 year old would make up. Hope, do you mind if I use my telepapthy to get from you the lowdown on who this character is? Just bring your memories of him to the forefront of your mind. I promise it will take just a moment." He holds up two fingers, ready to touch her temple.

Alex Summers has posed:
    "Oh, believe me, I'm gonna go back out in the woods and just scream and run in circles later." Alex deadpans, then shakes his head, taking the offer hand in a firm shake. "Whatever you say man. I don't know anything about prelates or whatever. Also, no idea what a Stryfe is." he adds. "And yeah, like I said, Scott's my brother, so maybe that's the versions of us from wherever you're from. And boy is Jean gonna be /happy/ to have another future relative show up." he adds dryly. He looks faintly alarmed by the suggestion. "Uh...maybe we should practice safe telepathy and mind scanning here and wait until Jean is here too?"

Alex Summers has posed:
    Because, well, Alex doesn't /know/ this guy, he kinda likes Hope, and he's a litle unsure about people doing the whole mental thing after just meeting someone who flat out told him she was kidnapped and mind controlled recently.

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey says, "The Jean I knew was a very kind woman in her late 20s. Really, just because someone donates their genetics doesn't make them a parent or even a relative. I am sure that the Jean here is wonderful and awesome, but I'd be as much her son as a person from her national ethnic background would be. Matching genetics means that you shouldn't date them, and I am not set up for any relationships right now. And as for no telepathy, that's cool. Tell me verbally what you can about this 'Stryfe', so I can beat his ass down proper."

Hope Summers has posed:
Hope snorts a laugh at the commentary on Stryfe. "Yeah, well. I never did get his whole life story. But probably better not to go there just yet," she shakes her head right around the time Alex speaks. "Not that I don't trust you, just that...my head is full of a //lot// of weird stuff, and given you're just coming out of some crap, it's probably better we don't risk you running into something upsetting right now, yeah?"

She slides a glances toward Alex, rueful. "Which is kind of what I tried to tell Jean, and I feel like she'd probably agree that she'd rather not know a lot of these things. Stryfe was...a clone of Nathan," she shrugs to Nate. "And he was a lieutenant or something for Apocalypse, but he also wanted him dead. And he //really// hated Nathan too. Pretty sure he ended up dead at some point, though. Apocalypse was definitely not happy with him when we were leaving."

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey scowls hard at that mention. "That's all the reason I need to murder that asshole. Yes, I've killed. I don't like doing it, but when I meet Apocalypse again, I *will* kill him. He is an existensial threa to your world. And I will also do the same to any Horseman lackey of his. I hope this is understood. Apocalypse and Sinister took *everything* from me."

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey says, "Also, hope, if you're on the run from Apocalypse, we're allies. Family, even. If any of his agents show up here, yell. We'll deal with them."

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex throws up his hands. "Yeah, whoah whoah whoah...I do not, really do not, need to know how you're planning on killing people!" he says bluntly. "I dunno what world you came from, but /MURDER/ is not something you just casually talk about, okay?" Straw, camels back, that sort of thing, this is just getting completely surreal now for poor Alex. "Look. From the sound of it, you two are from radically different timelines. If you're looking at time traveling, theory, the fact that you're here, now, pretty much means that they can't exist...because BOTH can't exist at the same time as a future. You're more likely in a timeline where NONE OF THAT happens or happened or will happen or whatever. So chill."

    He lets out a huff of breath. "For fuck's sake, you don't even know if this Apocalypse guy exists here. Maybe take a step back and find out what's actually going on first before plotting out how you're going to murder people who, I might add, /might not be like this here/." He gestures to Hope. "LIke the guy who was trying to kill her who was sure somehow that was going to fix everything, eh?"

Hope Summers has posed:
"Apocalypse has been the least of my worries," Hope shrugs to Nate. "The last time I saw him, he seemed willing to wait for whatever he had planned for me. And that was way in the future, so he may not even exist that way anymore. //And// that was a whole different world anyhow, so...Yeah. Not all that worried about him."

At Alex's words, she nods, pushing a hand through her hair. "Bishop," she says quietly. "His name was Bishop. He came from a future where he said I'd killed millions of people, so he thought he was justified in killing me. Having spent my whole life running from him, I'm definitely not planning on turning into him."

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey looks at ALex as if he's a clueless civilian. "Look, Alex. I understand that, if you come from this world, you would be down on killing. And that maks you a good guy. But, Apocalypse and his soldiers mean nothing but death for this world. I hate killing, I'd rather stop fighting. Trust me, I'd love to find a quiet little place, read Shakespeare, and settle down. But I will not let another fucking world die because of him. I failed my last home. If this is my new home, I won't fail it here. You don't have to kill him. I will. Hope, am I right, or not? Can apocalypse or any of his agents be allowed to live?"

Alex Summers has posed:
    "You aren't even listening. I just gave you a perfect example of someone who decided that because the future was a certain way they had to go murder Hope, even though she hadn't done anything. I don't know Apocalypse, I don't know his soldiers in this time, and /NEITHER DO YOU/. You have no idea if they're on the apocalypse train right now, or if they're random people trying to live their lives like Hope." Alex is totally unmoved the look, his eyes narrowing. "Even if Apocalypse is a bad dude, tell me, prove to me, that you can somehow know that someone who worked for him A CENTURY FROM NOW is a bad person. If they've even been born yet. Or are you gonna go kill a bunch of kids on the off chance they might turn out bad?" He shakes his head. "My point is, you don't know. You know what happened in your timeline. You have no idea what's different here, and you damn well know that it's different because Hope's world turned out completely different than yours. You might actually make things worse if you start hunting down people from your timeline like that."

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey shakes his head. "No, you arent listening to me. If Apocalypse or his Horseman show up here, they will fuck up your *present*. Apocalypse has access to soldiers and technology that will turn this planet into a rock, *right now*. Well, hold whatever opinions you want. If the apocalypse who ruled my world or his agents show up here, I will do them hard, and not because of revenge. Its because I like having a planet that has clean water and grows food. I bet you like that too. Yes, En Sabah Nur is that much of a threat. My planet doesnt matter any more, it's gone. Also, I don't hear you dreaming up any alternatives. You better hope he doesn't show up. I really hope this isn't my past, because I don't want where I came from to be the future."

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey says, "Maybe I'll get lucky. Maybe this isn't the past of where I came from. I hope so."

Hope Summers has posed:
"The last time I saw Apocalypse and any horsemen, one of the horsemen was saving me, and Apocalypse let me go," Hope says gently to Nate. "He's...definitely, clearly, not a good guy. Or the one I met wasn't. But he also wasn't the worst I've met either. And like Alex says, I've got no idea what he might be like here. If he's even here. So yeah, if he shows up, if he threatens us, then I've got no problem dealing with it. But right now there's a lot of other stuff I'm hoping for here."

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey says, "If the Apocalypse who is here is not my En Sabah Nur, then I'll defer to the home team. Our Apocalypse may be just slightly different. But some threats need to be eliminated. Its not like someone like the Apocalypse I dealt with could be held in a cell."

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex mmph. "If he's such a bad dude, like I said, deal with it when he's here, when he does it. Can't kill people for what they /might/ do." He folds his arms across his chest. "I mean, I'm sure there's a timeline out there where Superman was evil or something, became a Soviet era Communist or something, I dunno, that doesn't mean he was the same here. Hell, maybe Apocalypse is dead here, for that matter. I dunno. Point is, you'd be better off asking before assuming what the people here have dealt with, they might be able to fill in blanks. Maybe they've even tangled with this Apocalypse guy before, they might know about him and these Horsemen, if they exist now."

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey says, "On a more positive note, maybe I'll head down to this Genosha place and lend a hand. Hey, man, like I said, I'm not a killer. My first impulse is to shut someone down and try to talk sense into them. However, for the most part, people were trying to kill me where I came from and I was usually outgunned and had to run."

Nate Grey has posed:
Nate Grey nods to Alex. "That sounds reasonable. In fact, that's exactly what I will do. But, you two never told me what this place is for. Is it a military research base of some kind?"

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"It's..." Hope sort of shrugs, looking to Alex. "Where I came from, it was primarily a school. For mutants. Where mutants could learn and learn about their powers in safety. But it was also the home of the X-Men. A team of heroes. I guess you could technically call them paramilitary," she muses. "Right now though, this place seems to be a lot...younger than it was where I came from. So it could turn out different."

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Nate Grey says, "Forge told me about these things called "universities". Places where people would go just to study."

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    Alex nods a bit, leaning back against the wall behind him. "Yeah, it's a school. Mostly to train kids how to use deal with their powers, how to control them, use them safely. The X-Men are some of the graduates...vigilantes, I guess, working with Professor Xavier, who's all about all humans living in harmony, powered or unpowered. It's a private school, so it's also home for a lot of them. All part of a mansion."

    Alex tilts his head. "I don't know much about the X-Men side of things though. I'm here to learn to use how not to blow people up accidentally with my power, which is kinda trucky when I didn't find out about it until two weeks ago."

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Nate Grey says, "I'm thinking the smartest thing would be for me to hang around here, get checked out, and talk to this "Jean Grey" person you both mentioned. Also, Forge had always planned to bust into one of Sinister's labs and give me a complete check out. Never got around to that though."

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Nate Grey laughs joyfully. "That was me when I was 16, man. I never learned geometry. Maybe we can trade, yeah? I could only get books to read every once in a while. Maybe i should enroll."

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Nate Grey says, "I can do two things pretty well - blow shit up, and fight. Maybe we can work out a trade."

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"You //want// to go to school?" Hope arches a brow at Nate like he's a few crayons short of a box, wrinkling her nose. "Hey, whatever makes you happy, I guess. I'm not sticking around to sit at a desk though. I'm gonna figure out what's up with my powers, figure out what's going on in this world, and then...Then I'm going to decide what I'm going to do with my life. Just my choice. No prophecy. No destiny. Just what I make of it."

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    "Hey hey, there's nothing wrong with going to school." Alex notes amusedly. Said as a guy in the Geophysics masters program at his own college. "It's how you figure out what you really like and what you've got a talent for, and just...broadens you. So you don't have a narrow view of the world and how it works. It's good for you." He tilts his head. "Not like every job leaves you desk bound, after all. I go on archeology digs all the time, it's pretty fun. Satisfying." He shrugs. "And learning more than just blowing things up and fighting is a pretty valuable skill, wouldn't you say? In a world that doesn't depend on just those two things."

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Nate Grey 's eyes flutter. "If it's okay with you two, I think I'm gonna crash..." and then THUMP. Out like a light.

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"Sure, if you say so," Hope smirks at Alex, though there's a glimmer of humor in her eyes as well. She's not //entirely// serious, at least. At Nate passes out again, she lets out a breath, unfolding carefully from her chair. "This is weird even for me," she admits to Alex. "I think...I'm gonna head out for a run. Clear my head. Can you make sure someone in charge knows he's down here?"

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    "Hey, I know people, you ever want to do a tour, I'll walk you through one." Alex says simply, then watches at Nate just...goes out like a light. "...guy must be exhausted." he murmurs, then nods slightly to Hope. "I'll leave a note for staff about him, so they know he's here and can send someone over to talk to him." He blinks. "...dammit, I've got to go save my sandwich and tart too!"

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"//Always// save the food," Hope nods with a sage expression as she heads for the exit. "Priorities."