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Post by patches on Jul 7, 2009 12:36:51 GMT -5
On the sidewalk in the middle of Queens stood a lone figure underneath a street light. One side of his face showed a bright white smile, surrounded by blue. The other side showed angry, gritting teeth, surrounded by red. His whole face glowed from the light bouncing off the steel. This man was Patches.
Black rubber gloves clenched tight into fists, while a patch cape flew lightly in the breeze. A slow, gravely, monotone voice said slowly, "Patches' Log: Tuesday, July 7th 8:47 pm. Standing in front of an alleyway in Queens, trying to decide where to start tonight's business." He paused for moment and took a few steps across the street and looked down both sides. It was a rare moment, an empty street in the middle of Queens. Patches walked to the alley across the way and began climbing up the wall, using his acrobatic skills to jump from one wall, to the opposite one, until finally at the top of one of the buildings.
He looked down and said, "How is it people can sleep in such a world? A world where nothing is safe. A world where nothing is secure. A world that destroyed Jacob Hensley." The moon was gone that night, but the stars provided adequate lighting for his monitoring. He went down on one knee and looked at the streetlight he stood under only moments ago. He coughed and then heard footsteps from the other side of the roof. The steel mask slowly turned and his voice called out, "Whose there?"
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Post by cable on Jul 9, 2009 6:02:37 GMT -5
It was time for cable to learn more about the city. he had the Black box give him as much information as he could about this world, but there was somethings even Cable could not learn from a p.c. HE had his old trench coat on covering the metallic shine of his arm. he walked the streets dipping in to people minds trying to understand what was happening to the world. he had plans and he needed people who could help him do that. His mind drifted to Hope then to Wade two people who were close to him, he had plans to hire wade for a job one that would probably cause friction between him and the x men . IF they found out wade was involved on Cable behalf.
He closed his eyes so he could check on Hope and he smiled she was playing with Other children, something she had never really done in her life. It was good that she could be a normal girl of ten now. his concentration slipped as he heard some one speck. his eyes opened and the glow from his eye could be seen as he slowly walked in to the light
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Post by patches on Jul 9, 2009 18:45:15 GMT -5
As he saw the glowing light, he turned his head back to the street below. He slowly pulled out an 8 inch kitchen knife and watched the glowing eye come into focus. The cold unblinking eye of his angry mask side looked into the knife. First, the eye showed skin. Whose skin, he wasn't sure, but skin proved him to be human. Slowly, he put the knife away and turned towards the stranger.
He coughed and took slow steps towards the man. Some of voices said to kill him and move on. However, most of the voices said to wait, and he listened to those. The mind of Patches was complex and littered with all sorts of demonic, droning, and ghostly voices. The black leather tightened into a fist and then released quickly. Few steps were taken closer to the figure and he looked up at the large figure. This man was 6 inches bigger than him in both height and width. He never felt intimidated before, and he still wasn't. For a man who felt nothing, fear was included. He simply blinked behind his mask and said, "Who are you?"
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Post by cable on Jul 10, 2009 7:32:45 GMT -5
He saw the blade in the mans hand and was glad hope was not here. The blade started to glow blue and fold its self up so it was useless. "People call me Cable and you don't want this fight kid." he was giving him a fair chance to back off. Cable started to work out the best way to take him down with in moments he had it worked out. Slam the kid int o the wall and dis arm him if he had any other weapons.
slowly cable moved his hands so the kid could see them hopfully if this went violent he would keep looking at the hands. "i dont want to fight."
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Post by patches on Jul 11, 2009 12:14:54 GMT -5
Patches tilted his head to one shiny, the shiny mask looking up at the man, but his eyes darted everywhere else. He was looking for something, he just wasn't sure what. He popped his knuckles cause they were and simply said, "Sorry, they hurt." He then made a light cough and said, "When exactly did I ever give you any signal that I WANT a fight?" He had never attacked this man or said any words to this man signifying a fight. "I pull out a knife to watch you get closer to me, without having to turn around...and suddenly that means I want to kill you..tsk tsk...so judgmental of you." he said, still emotionless, "You're the one who comes over here with a robot arm and some sort of futuristic eye...you look like the fuckin' terminator and I'm the one who wants a fight?"
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Post by cable on Jul 11, 2009 18:49:43 GMT -5
"Pulling a knife is reason enough for some people. beside i know what you are thinking and well its also enough" he could hear one or two of the kids other voices but there were to many to work out which one was truly controlling of the body. "Besides if i wanted to harm you i would of by now." he folded his arms and adopted a non aggressive stance. he was still ready if the boy leaped at him, not taht he would do much damage to him
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Post by patches on Jul 14, 2009 3:05:15 GMT -5
He looked up at the over-sized man, blinking behind unblinking eyes. He listened to the man's words and began gathering an aura from him. Leather gloves tightened, boots locked into place, and mask remained unshaken. "Tell me, do you ever pause and wonder what all of this is about? The world, your powers, even life itself?" He coughed lightly and continued, "You are a man with powers most humans dream of. A man of great skill and strength. A man of the future." While he was unaware that he really was from the future, his point still held valid. He walked to the edge of the roof behind the man and said, "If you truly read my mind and knew my thoughts, you would only be choosing one voice... as I have many...too many for even myself to sort out. No one controls me....yet everyone controls me. Besides, the thought you're listening to says to kill you now..yet I have not done so." All of his facts were correct, whether or not he really had any idea what he was saying.
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Post by cable on Jul 14, 2009 15:49:28 GMT -5
"Every day of my life." he laughed at the comment about Future. "you know i could help you deal with all those voices? Do you blame me for being ready to defend my self? I could do i lot of thing with my powers that is true but what i have chosen to do i help people i lead the island Provenance a place were every one can be who tehy want to be and live in peace. You are welcome like every one else. I could help you filter out teh voices you could even become a grate man in time."
he adopted a non agressive posture and sat down floating in the air, siting on an invisible seat. " i know how hard it can be not being able to push voices out of your head"
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Post by patches on Jul 16, 2009 0:23:49 GMT -5
He coughed and sat at the edge of the building. I cough to much. one thought to himself said, actually ignoring Cable. Many voices were making observations, only one listened to Cable. The mask finally turned towards him and he said, "What makes you sure I want to get rid of them...they're the only things that give me any real decision making ability." He stood up and walked around the floating man. "When emotions no longer influence you, it's time for you to take a mental vote... I just have more voters than most." He revealed to Cable his inability to feel emotions, but he also showed his lack of desire to do anything about it.
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Post by cable on Jul 16, 2009 19:16:58 GMT -5
"it was an offer, its your choice if you take me up on it or not. There always the offer weather you take it or not is your choice. Tell me dose it not tire you at some times not being able to get some time to your self?"
Cable looked around the area it was cold and damp. "The world is a dark place and every one should have some light in it." He just hoped his words had help in some way
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Post by patches on Jul 18, 2009 12:21:10 GMT -5
His mask looked out to the sky, namely the moon. He tilted his head to the left slightly and then faced Cable once more. His words were honest. What else can you expect from a hero. They don't understand. They never truly understand. "I don't like alone time... if I was alone I'd probably do a lot more of what people view as "evil"." he said, revealing that while he did have a great desire to do terrible things, he didn't want to.
He returned to viewing the stars and then heard his comment about darkness and light. He faced the smiling side of his mask towards him and said, "That is where you are wrong. This world is not a place of darkness, nor is it a place of light. It is a place of chaos, created by the darkness and light always trying to destroy one another." His voice got definitively louder, but he still spoke with no emotion whatsoever. "You claim the world to be a dark place, but you're wrong. The side you claim as "dark" may have more followers, but the side of "light" has stronger followers. In the end, it all balances out to one big chaotic mess."
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Post by cable on Jul 18, 2009 12:58:49 GMT -5
Cable Laughed. "your a lot smarter than you look. I know what its like to fight. For The good side and its not easy the world pushes it self along no mater how much you push back. However i found away to win. The problem is i will be long dead before that happens. I know what its like never to be truly a lone but maybe you should learn how to filter the voices. Why do you feel you have to hurt people any way?"
HE wondered if the boy was more sane than his mind told him he was and he was impressing CAble to say the least
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Post by patches on Jul 18, 2009 13:15:42 GMT -5
He tilted his head to the right this time and looked back up at the moon. This man was very inquisitive for someone older than he was. "My name is Patches." he said simply. "I call myself this because it reflects my purpose." He walked over to the edge of the building and looked up at the moon once again. "I believe that the world has to be kept together."
He turned around and faced the man, hands behind his back, over his cape. "And the only way to put it together properly...." he purposely trailed off for a moment of suspense. "...is to tear it apart."
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Post by cable on Jul 18, 2009 13:54:33 GMT -5
"what if i told you that the world had all ready been torn apart and soon, well in fact it will be soon and people need to be ready to start rebuilding it? if you want i can train you to be one of those i need good people and i think you are a good person at hart, but i need people who can also do the dirty things that need doing."
He looked threw the mans eyes in to his soul. he did feel sligtly sorru for the boy his world was one that would never give him peace.
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