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Post by Beast on May 8, 2006 13:50:00 GMT -5
Where: The Xavier Institute - Beast's Lab
Things were so much simpler back in the old days. That's the one thought that hasn't stopped bubbling to the surface of Hank's thoughts ever since the first news of the SRA had come to his attention. In the old days, everyone in the X-Men would have jumped to stand in unity against such an act. But there were some who felt that it was inevitable, and wanted a hand in dictating what was looming on the horizon.
Unlike many of the X-Men, Beast hadn't chosen a side as of yet. He saw wisdom and madness from both sides, and wanted all the facts before he put his backing behind either choice. After all, he was a scientist. If he was interested in simply nothing more than a paycheck, he could have left the X-Men long ago and returned to his scientific pursuits to pay the bills. He was a hero because he chose to be, not because he wanted to be.
Cracking open a fresh box of Twinkies, Beast moved to check his E-Mail while reflecting on things that had plagued the X-Men as of late. The decimation of the mutant population of the world, the depowering of some of their own. And old secrets and enemies from the past rearing their ugly heads to cause more problems for their kind. As Beast bit into one of the golden sponge cakes, he couldn't help return to the ever present thought...
"It was all so much simpler in the old days."
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Post by Emma Frost on May 8, 2006 14:04:21 GMT -5
Emma came in, her white heels clicking across the floor. "Hey, Hank..I just came by to see how you were doing, dear.."
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Post by Beast on May 8, 2006 14:13:06 GMT -5
Beast shut down his computer, turning his chair around towards Emma and offering a friendly smile.
"I'm doing rather well, Emma. Yourself?"
Emma was always a welcome sight, even if he did privately have some objections to her relationship with Scott. She was a fellow intellectual, and someone who seemed to care a great deal about how he'd taken his devolution to his feline form.
"Would you care for some coffee? It's your favorite, Peruvian Blonde from the first beans of the season."
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Post by Emma Frost on May 8, 2006 14:14:07 GMT -5
Emma smiled beautifully. "I'd love some, Hank..." she told him, having a seat on one of the office chairs next to him.
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Post by Beast on May 8, 2006 14:20:38 GMT -5
Beast sat his box of Twinkies out of the way, getting up from his chair with a soft feline grunt. "Too many Twinkies." Hank offered with a bit of a smirk, walking over towards his coffee pot and fixing both Emma and himself a cup.
"Any particular reasons for your visit, Emm? Or am I just being graced with a social call this fine afternoon" Hank inquired, padding back over and offering the cup as he settled back into his own chair.
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Post by Emma Frost on May 8, 2006 14:22:51 GMT -5
Emma smiled gratefully and took the cup, smelling it longingly. "I just came down to see how you were doing this afternoon, Hank.." she told him.
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Post by Beast on May 8, 2006 14:26:29 GMT -5
Beast hmms and nods, sipping his coffee as he glanced acroess the rim of the cup to you. "As I said, I'm doing quite well. Reading up on the storm that is brewing, and putting feelers out amongst my friends to get their feelings on the S.R.A." Hank replied, slitting open another package of Twinkies with one of his claws to munch on while he chatted with Emma.
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Post by Emma Frost on May 8, 2006 14:28:59 GMT -5
"Yes...and how exactly do YOU feel about it, Hank...?" she ased him softly.
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Post by Beast on May 8, 2006 14:34:26 GMT -5
Beast chuckled softly, his feline muzzle pulling up into a playful smirk.
"I knew you were fishing for something."
Hank could read people so well sometimes, even though he lacked Emma's particular talents.
"At the moment, I have no firm stance. I see the wisdom and madness prevalent on both sides. I'm unwilling to throw my support behind either side at such an early juncture, not until I have all the facts. To do so would be a knee-jerk reaction, and would be irresponsible on my part."
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Post by Emma Frost on May 9, 2006 0:59:15 GMT -5
Emma ran her hands through her hair. "I see...well, on my part, I think the Superhero Registration Act is unnecessary and rather racist..." she explained, taking a sip of the coffee Hank had given her recently.
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Post by Beast on May 9, 2006 5:18:26 GMT -5
Beast quirked a brow, glancing up from his coffee. "Racist?"
"My dearest Emma, we're not talking about something as black and white as mutant registration. If the matter was as simple as just the registration of the small number of mutants left in existance, I'd be right there with you. But we're not."
Beast stood up again, rolling his massive shoulders as he moved to check on one of his experiments.
"Not that we're not basically all registered and controlled by the presence of O*N*E on our lawns and in our very home at the moment."
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Post by nightcrawler on May 9, 2006 16:08:38 GMT -5
Kurt wandered in Beast's Lab, looking distraught. "Autsch, mein Kopf....Beast, do you have any aspirin....oh," Kurt said, with a look of suprise "Hallo, Emma."
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Post by Emma Frost on May 9, 2006 16:19:31 GMT -5
Emma turned to Kurt. "Hey there, Kurt darling..." she said with a smile. She turned back to Beast. "I suppose you're right, Hank, but how do you know everything will go well...or.. don't you?"
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Post by nightcrawler on May 9, 2006 16:22:45 GMT -5
"what are you two talking about?" kurt as his tail twitched with curiosity.
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Post by Emma Frost on May 9, 2006 16:24:35 GMT -5
"The Superhero Registration Act, Kurt..." she told him, tossing her blond head over to him, facing him and offering him a fresh cup of coffee, hoping Hank wouldn't mind.
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