#320 - Retrieve
What do you command? [Set Feb 14th 2010]
Sundown Sunday finds them over San Diego Bay, held up over the dark waters by mere force of will.
"Tell me how you know of this?" Magneto asks.
"This is where 'Generation X' first came together. It was clear in their minds when Nate met them will pursuing the Dark Beast. Here is where this universe's Blink killed herself saving her new-found friends, not to mention potentially the entire planet, from the thing that called itself Harvest."
There was a chuckle, and Magneto arched an eyebrow. "Something amusing?"
"Nomenclature." An absent hand waved this away. "It will be here. Somewhere in the muck. There was an old, abandoned naval destroyer. Most of it was shunted sideways, dimensionally speaking, but parts were left behind. And they're metal, so that works out well for you!"
Magneto stared.
"Yeah, whatever." Waves broke below them, filling the air with spray. "Bring the ship up."
Magneto did not let his expression change, though he added another mark to his mental tally as he drifted away from the other mutant. Closing his eyes, he stretched out his arms, feeling for the bends in the magnetic fields that meant ferrous metal was present. It took an effort to sort out those parts which could have been from a ship from the usually bay-bottom detritus, and a greater effort to lift them intact against the water pressure and into the air smoothly, but he wasn't the master of magnetism for nothing.
"Not bad. Here, give me that bit -- yeah, that one. Mmm."
"Is it what you were looking for?" Magneto asked. "I'm still not clear on why the samples retrieved from HYDRA were not enough."
"It's important to be thorough." Energy swirled around the piece of scrap. "Come on, Blink. I know you're in there somewhere."
"You wish to retrieve the girl?" Magneto frowned. "I was rather under the impression that that would bring back the Ph--"
"No, please, keep telling me things I know while I try to concentrate on the infinitesimal, years old traces of a transpatial signature. It's not annoying in the slightest."
Magneto sighed. "I commend your command of sarcasm; it's your command of common sense that I have serious doubts in."
"We live on the cutting edge, Magneto. There!" Hands moved in impossible directions and the sky twisted and ripped open, disgorging a purple girl and a rain of living alien metal; Magneto scooped up the latter in the strongest force-shield he could muster, while his companion deftly caught the former. "Welcome back."
She blinked up at him with her curiously pupil-less eyes. "Wh-what?"
He smiled back. "Good evening, Clarice."
Sundown Sunday finds them over San Diego Bay, held up over the dark waters by mere force of will.
"Tell me how you know of this?" Magneto asks.
"This is where 'Generation X' first came together. It was clear in their minds when Nate met them will pursuing the Dark Beast. Here is where this universe's Blink killed herself saving her new-found friends, not to mention potentially the entire planet, from the thing that called itself Harvest."
There was a chuckle, and Magneto arched an eyebrow. "Something amusing?"
"Nomenclature." An absent hand waved this away. "It will be here. Somewhere in the muck. There was an old, abandoned naval destroyer. Most of it was shunted sideways, dimensionally speaking, but parts were left behind. And they're metal, so that works out well for you!"
Magneto stared.
"Yeah, whatever." Waves broke below them, filling the air with spray. "Bring the ship up."
Magneto did not let his expression change, though he added another mark to his mental tally as he drifted away from the other mutant. Closing his eyes, he stretched out his arms, feeling for the bends in the magnetic fields that meant ferrous metal was present. It took an effort to sort out those parts which could have been from a ship from the usually bay-bottom detritus, and a greater effort to lift them intact against the water pressure and into the air smoothly, but he wasn't the master of magnetism for nothing.
"Not bad. Here, give me that bit -- yeah, that one. Mmm."
"Is it what you were looking for?" Magneto asked. "I'm still not clear on why the samples retrieved from HYDRA were not enough."
"It's important to be thorough." Energy swirled around the piece of scrap. "Come on, Blink. I know you're in there somewhere."
"You wish to retrieve the girl?" Magneto frowned. "I was rather under the impression that that would bring back the Ph--"
"No, please, keep telling me things I know while I try to concentrate on the infinitesimal, years old traces of a transpatial signature. It's not annoying in the slightest."
Magneto sighed. "I commend your command of sarcasm; it's your command of common sense that I have serious doubts in."
"We live on the cutting edge, Magneto. There!" Hands moved in impossible directions and the sky twisted and ripped open, disgorging a purple girl and a rain of living alien metal; Magneto scooped up the latter in the strongest force-shield he could muster, while his companion deftly caught the former. "Welcome back."
She blinked up at him with her curiously pupil-less eyes. "Wh-what?"
He smiled back. "Good evening, Clarice."