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@Cable- 
            
             She faltered, clearing her throat momentarily and fighting the urge to flinch away from the hardened look at the mans face. “It looks like..” she started, racking through her head for some sort of believable excuse, coming up with nothing and pursing her lips. “No, yeah, I guess it’s exactly what it looks like.”
            
              She held the watch out towards the stranger with a nervous smile, letting it dangle from her index finger. “Truce?” She didn’t even /need/ the watch, not really. Truthfully, Ororo didn’t need any of the things she stole from others, it had just become a habit, something familiar to her days on the streets of Cairo. And she was a good thief too, a REALLY good thief, she hardly ever got caught— until well, now. 
            
              “Oh, and since we’re being, y’know, honest.” She winced and pulled out more of the mans belongings from her pockets, holding them out with a sheepish look in her azure eyes. “...Sorry?”

@Stormycities 
            
            The atmosphere wasn’t feeling very light when Cable returned nothing but a blank stare- not that he had much of a sense of humor, anyway. 
            
            Quirking a brow, the telepath crossed his arms, giving her an equally disdainful look. The kind that could make almost anyone- or anything- wilt. He didn’t need the watch, but that was beside the point. 
            
            “And what /does/ it look like?” He asked blandly. It wasn’t his job to make this easier on her, his patience was thin at the best of times. But, Cable would hear her out, for now. 

‣   〞➥       pspspsp friendly or surprised for @quietfang please    !!     <33

/  competitive  ?

//confused, curious, or angry?

@Cable- 
            
            Frank was completely unfazed by Cable's actions. He had more guns shot at him in his lifetime than merely having one pointed at him. He didn't raise his hands. Didn't yell or curse. He was completely calm. Hell he was almost like a statue as he looked into Nathan's eyes with the only good one he had." I'm not dead yet so I can't call you reckless with you're training." He raised his head. Thoughts of his own son washing through his mind as he thought about cable. A fifteen year old wielding a gun. 
            
            But frank was close to him. With his hand he smacked the gun to the side before it could fire. Pulling him in close with a hard yand as he wrapped his arm around his neck." But you let me get in too close." He said simply as he pulled the gun free from his grip. Examining the futuristic design before slapping it back in Cable's hands." You sound like a bounty hunter."

@PUNISHMENTSDUE
             “Is that what you want?” Daring, Nathan refused to back down, and although he didn’t raise the gun, his grip around it tightened. His eyes flicked from Frank’s weapon, to his stance, and found he was unable to read him that easily. “I want to change the future. To be something different from the Cable you’ve heard about. I’ve had experience, doing work like yours, but sometimes without killing,” He added as an afterthought. “I do what needs to be done, no one else will.” 
            
            And as Frank neared him, he reached his tolerance, raising the handgun towards the man. It was steady, well-trained, by someone. Nathan hardly qualified as a criminal, but he could never be too certain. 

@Cable- 
            
            Frank was like a father still. He still had that strong instinct in his blood that always screamed 'protect a kid'. But Nathan looked like him. Alot like him. His eye shifted to the mutant with a still look to him. Running a hand through his goatee he sighed deeply.
            
            "Its what I've been doing for eight years. Almost nine. Criminals are weak and don't entirely deserve to live on this planet so long as I'm alive." You're not far from my experience in life. But you're only a kid. Wont say you'll end up different to what you'll be in the future." Polishing his own gun he got up from where he sat to approach Nathan. His size was only six foot but there were features about Frank that made him naturally imposing." Let me see what you got with that thing then."

//  @Cable-  afraid  /  paranoid  ?

  /      annoyed  or  hostile  mayhaps     ? 

@Cable- (( curious and maybe a little hostile pls

@Cable- 
            
            *  /  >:(

@cosmictelepaths 
            //y e s , d o  i t 

as soon as she caught even a hint of a smile  ,  her own was growing  .  it was nice  .  even the smallest of reactions meant plenty to her  ,  especially when it was something as rare of a smile  .  he was definitely far too much like his father  .
            
            “  no  ,  not at all  .  i just wanted to see you  .  “  she offered a shrug  ,  before her hands were falling back to her sides with a chuckle  .  “  it’s been a while  .  how are you doing  ?  “

@cosmictelepaths 
            “No, you didn’t,” He assured her with the ghost a smile. “Was there something you needed?” 
            
            Maybe he was similar to Scott, the two didn’t speak often, but he held no resentment towards him anymore. Both he and Jean had tried where they could to make his life bearable, he knew that, even when they had lied about their identities for his sake.

in all honesty  ,  even if he wasn’t her true child  ,  unless by almost dna  ,  she saw him as one of her own  .  she didn’t care for the fact that he was the product of her own lover and her clone  ,  because really  ,  he had no control over that  .  there wasn’t an inch of pity  ,  or anger towards him  .  just a want to be a mother for him  .
            
            “  well  ,  i suppose that’s better than being unhappy  .  “  she offered with a small chuckle  ,  arms folding over her chest  .  “  you’re just like him  ..  so hard to read  .  i hope i didn’t disturb anything by showing up  ?  “

@Megalcmaniac 
            From the other room, the boy strapped to the chair had grit his teeth so hard they felt like they would crack beneath the force, until the mercy of unconsciousness greeted him. If the mental stress had caused him to do that, it would not have been surprising. Slumped over in his chair as the injection worked through his veins, the young Cable would find out whether this had helped him later on. But someone else would make themselves known, in that moment of silence, when everything else seemed to work in Stryfe’s favor.  
            
            “Almost.” Repeated the voice, that could be an echo throughout that now empty room. 
            
            But that voice was far too close, like a conscious thing, repeating of its own accord, when no other word had. That sensation at the back of his neck might have been two piercingly blue eyes staring into the back of his skull. Either Stryfe was imagining things, or Nathan Summers had somehow returned from the dead. And this one was far less trusting, far too worn from the things his clone had done. 
            
            The cool click of a gun resounded, but nothing was said. It was only after that tense silence, that he chose to utter something else. 
            
            “You always did have a way with manipulating children.” There was a bite to his tone, not because it was technically /him/ in that room, but because this was just another Tyler Dayspring, or Hope. 
            
            Then, another lengthy silence. Scraping from the other room could be heard, muffled by the heavy doors. The dragging of a surgical table, but it was doubtful the boy had woken up just yet. 
            
            “It would’ve been too easy,” He continued, every word rubbing in the fact that he still lived, somehow. “To play him into your hands, a pawn that could become something better.” 

@Cable- 
            
            "The injection only needs to be administered once. Though I wont lie. You might pass out." Sapping his fingers  men dressed in lab equipment entered the room. Almost like doctors as well as they approached Nathan. Taking the vial and sticking the syringe in it to collect the Liquid. As others tended to Nathan. Grabbing straps to hold him down. 
            
            Now that was something that Stryfe would see having a negative impact on Nathan if he said yes. But it was nessasarry." Trust me when I say its nessasarry for you to be tied down for this procedure." Removing his helmet the memory in his mind of going through it was incredibly painful and if he wasn't held down he would have destroyed alot of things before passing out. Let him read his mind to see for himself as he stood in the corner of the room. Clenching his helmet at his side as he smiled out of the corner of his lips as he tapped his finger. Though something felt off. His eyes narrowing towards a familiar sensation in the back of his neck as he glanced out towards his throne room. Giving the doctors a telepathic order as he walked out back into the throne room. 
            
            His body still but his eyes scanned the room in a attempt to sense who was there." How strange.. it's almost like Dear old nathan never really died now did he?" He asked himself as he felt that familiar tingle had get when Nathan was close by. But it was strange because he wasn't sure if it was from the boy in the other room. Or something else. He couldn't quite pinpoint what it was but he knew something was quite off. 

@Megalcmaniac 
            He paused, thinking it over, before giving a firm nod. “I’m ready. Just do what you need to,” Looking at the vial, something screamed suspicion in all of this. “How long does it last? And how often do I need to do this?” Would he have to come back? He didn’t want to, even being here was wrong. Picking up the vial, he put his eye up to the crimson liquid. It looked deadly, and unnatural. 
            
            He knew he would have to sit in that chair. That too, felt like a wrong move, but against his gut feeling, he chose to trust the older clone. His arms were already exposed, so he laid his hands on his knees patiently. The citadel would have been impressive, if he cared to look. 
            
            “And you’re sure it will work?” Nathan added, just to make sure. But the question was moot, at the end of the day. 
            
            He stared ahead, resolute. The older man, he decided he would use until he no longer needed to, because he was alone in this. It was a choice, but to him, it felt as though he had to go without help, choosing to shirk of those who wanted the best. Pain sounded trivial, he was better than that. Everyone had to experience it, at some time or another. 
            
            Taking a deep breath, he was ready, “Let’s start.” He told Stryfe, looking up to him now. His jaw was set, he was waiting for the worst, not knowing what that would be.