Zachariah waved a hand dismissively, “Can’t, go’ work t’do. Y’know, jus’ cuz yer job’s t’sit’n yer arse all day don’ mean mine is, too.” His brown eyes flicked to the screen. “Cass git there yet?”
Zack clip-clopped out of the room. Fionna looked back to the screen to see Damian Praesent waving back at her with a huge grin on his face.
He placed his hands on the podium and announced into the microphone, “This is a historic day for this great nation and all of its Mutant inhabitants. Today, we will finally set into motion laws protecting and expanding the rights and liberties of Mutants throughout the country. Today, we take the first step of many more to come toward an eventual, final peace among all Humans, regardless of the circumstances of our births.” Cheers and clapping erupted from the vast amphitheater which lay before Damian.
His eyes scanned the crowd, jumping from smiling face to smiling face. These people adored him. They respected what he stood for. They were on his side. He flashed a quick thumbs up to his team in the front row and bowed off the podium. The Secretary of State stepped up, taking long, dignified steps as she moved. She tapped a stack of papers against the podium and cleared her throat. Her strong voice betrayed her frail, graying looks as she announced, “Historic indeed, Professor, and I am utterly delighted to be joining you in this venture. Our country shall be the first of many to recognize that Mutants, different though they may be, are still our brothers, sisters, fathers, and mothers. They still bleed red, the same as us. We are bound together by things deeper than what we see on the surface, and it is these bonds which have brought all of you here today. It is my hope that one day the world will understand that Mutants should not be feared and jailed, but celebrated and esteemed.” She stepped back from the podium and walked over to take a seat behind the desk which had been set up on the stage. She would be acting in the President’s stead at this meeting, Damian understood, because the President had been feeling a bit under the weather of late. Damian smiled as pen clicked and its tip touched the paper.
Thunder clapped, then, resonating throughout the open-air amphitheater. Damian’s gaze flew skyward. Dark clouds rolled in overhead, extending out from behind the stands until they covered the sky for a wide range around the area. A flash blinded everyone in the area suddenly, followed by a loud crack as a bolt of lightning struck the open ground between the stage and the stands. People were unsure what to think. The weather had been beautifully sunny and clear just minutes ago. Then he saw, or, rather, felt it. Damian turned to see a tall, slender woman standing just behind the Secretary of State. Her skin was dark, tinted oddly purple, though her eyes were a bright, shining shade of green. She smiled wide, flashing sharp, white teeth. A long, black gown hung about her frail frame and a pair of elbow-length gloves hugged her long-nailed hands. The woman’s long, slender fingers curled around the Secretary’s shoulders. Damian made a move toward her, but in a flash the woman held a wickedly curved dagger to the throat of the Secretary. She simply sat there, shaking uncontrollably as a tear leaked from one eye. The pen slipped from her hand.
As the dark woman ran a finger from her other hand along the Secretary’s cheek, she cooed, slowly and deliberately, “Nuh-uh-uh, Damian dearest, I’d advise against taking another step. You see, my hands get a bit twitchy when I get nervous.” She looked to him as her voice rose drastically to a shout, directed toward the assembled crowd, “This legislation is far too weak. It grants far too much power to these disrespectful, ignorant apes!” She sneered before continuing, “They are unworthy of standing as equals among us!”
Before Damian could react, another bright flash would blind the spectators, though the bolt this time struck the center of the stands. The electricity surged through the man who sat there and seared through his bench and the one below, scattering stone and bodies in a small area. When the flash was gone, so, too, were both the mysterious woman and the Secretary of State.
[If any member of Pafei should lash out and attempt to attack the woman during these events, the lightning would simply strike then instead.]
Damian immediately collected his faculties and shouted at the top of his lungs, hopefully reaching the ears of his team, Pafei, “I’ll protect the people! Try and find out who’s behind this weather!” He leaped off the stage and dashed toward the panicking people, struggling to keep them in line. Trying his best to keep them protected. A pink bubble of energy erupted around those wise enough to accept his protection, though he would not be able to hold it long against any sort of sustained assault.
The stone wall behind the stage would then explode out toward the stands with ferocious force. Stones the size of smart cars hurtled outward from the blast. From the rubble emerged what could only be described as a human bug. The man had a wiry frame, though he oddly sported a pair of thin wings which resembled those of a wasp. His skin seemed to be coated in a thin case of bone, as though his skeleton were on the outside. To top it off, he wore a yellow, skintight suit, adorned with a black symbol in the center of his chest, which any student or teacher present would recognize as the symbol of the Eximiae. They had been studying the attacks by this group for some time, though this would be their first official introduction. Wasp threw his arms out to his sides and ejected a barbed, red stinger from the end of each wrist, protruding out through his palm. They stuck out three inches from his palm and seemed quite sharp. His wings buzzed as he zipped this way and that, looking to cut a clean path to get to the bubble.
As if one would not be enough, another climbed his way out through the rubble. This man stood tall, well-built, and his face seemed rugged and well-defined. His skin looked rough, heavy, as if it had the consistency of stone, and atop his head stood a half-foot-tall crown which looked remarkably similar to the top of the castle on a Chess board. This crown seemed to meld seamlessly into the top of his head. Rook took a deep breath and tightened his jaw. His right hand then crumbled to a mass of stones and reformed itself into a long, sharp blade as he lumbered toward the group, every step he took rocking the foundations of the amphitheater.
Damian’s heart sank. He would shout, “Protecting these people is our first priority! Focus on holding them off while I try to get them to safety! I trust you guys to get my back!”
The feed cut to black and Fionna clicked off the television, leaned forward, and began to pick at the fungus between her toes. She sighed and shouted, “Ya ready yet, Zack? Plan’s already started!”
“’Old yer ‘orses, wench. Ahm comin’.” Zacharia hobbled back into the room, carrying a heavy knapsack on his back. “Y’think Chuck’ll be okay on ‘is own?”
“He’s got the kids with him. He’ll be fine.” Fionna hopped up from her chair and opened the door, letting her hoofed associate exit ahead of her.
Edited by Rumbleroar, 16 January 2012 - 09:26 PM.