The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
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New York was practically a cross section of the world just Americanized so it was impossible not to hear about world events with a clashing of so many different cultures. And having lived internationally for a time, Ghost thought of Asia more than most American's seemed to, but she'd never seriously considered peace on a global scale. It just seemed an insurmountable task when even just New York was so nutty.
Sebastian shifted in his chair already sounding more alert. This topic was obviously interesting and near to his heart. But it was a topic that made Ghost sort of nervous. She didn't want to form strong opinions on things. That would set her up for conflict and she didn't do conflict very well. She especially didn't want to conflict with her new husband so soon.
"I heard about Romania, but I don't know the details. That's something concrete to fight, but simply stating that you'll make the whole world peaceful?" She shook her head and watched the trees zip by her window. "I would like to believe that it would be possible, but without something graspable, like Romania, I wouldn't know how achievable World Peace is."
And then it occurred to her why Romania made sense where vague dreams of world peace did not. "The X-Men, we're mostly a reactive team. We put out the fires, we rescue the kitties from trees, we stop fights, but there has to be a problem first. We're running around chasing our tails half the time." What would it be like if the X-men were a more pro-active team? "Is that what the Kabal usually is? A pro-active group?"
And just when she was about to open her mouth for another question, they were slowing to take a turn off into a seeming wilderness. Oh there were tire ruts (or carriage ruts, maybe) but those were down to tiny openings in the undergrowth.
“This is it,”
The house, from what she could see, looked like a large ivy-shark had jumped out of the ground and latched it's teeth around the building. Slowly but surely the whole thing was being swallowed. The structure underneath the greenery looked old and quaint and rustic, everything she had hoped it would be.
She was only really worried about the dust and finding mattresses that hadn't been gnawed out and made home to a family of rodents.
"I bet in spring this place smells wonderful." But since it was winter most of the greenery was down to the stick. Once the car stopped, Ghost's door was heaved open (with a little help from her foot to battle the brownish grass) and she was on her feet surveying the area.
"Can we really stay here?" How long had it been since someone else had even visited?
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 4, 2009 14:02:48 GMT -6
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Sebastian reflected on her words, and on the impossibility of worldwide peace. She was right, the world seemed like such a large place it was very difficult to imagine making any kind of impact that could potentially bring all of it together. Many great men had tried, through conquest and capture, to unite one country after another under one standard. They aimed to bring the wonders of civilization, innovation, and knowledge to the far reaches of their known world. Eventually, though, every one of these empires fell. Whether their leaders were strong or weak, young or old, charismatic or shy, benevolent or tyrannical, they all fell.
What kind of empire would Slate build? How long would it last before it fell? Would the power he gained corrupt him, or would his idealistic goal become the reality the world needed?
The Kabal, proactive? Sebastian nodded, “You could say that. They are still somewhat reactive, because they do only go into countries to help where there are problems already. Their approach, though, involves a lot more anticipation of what problems will occur on a country wide scale and planning accordingly to peacefully deal with these problems.” At least, the plans were supposed to be executed peacefully; in Columbia there were some members of the team that were rather more violent than they ideally could have been, but many of those individuals were ones that had been inherited from the previous leader of the faction, and the hired guns and muscle amongst them didn't quite seem used to the idea of being paid for being peaceful.
Parked in front of the house, Sebastian, too, battled the long dry grass to get his door open.
>>>"Can we really stay here?"
He had thought they could, but he wasn't as certain now. He looked up at the old house in its ivy covered glory, “We'll have to go inside to know for certain. It might be a little rustic, but I imagine it will be more comfortable than camping,” he'd done a lot of that in his time, and it wasn't so bad “...or sleeping on a plane.” He'd only tried that once, and hadn't liked it a bit.
Now they just had to get inside. Sebastian trudged through the grass to the closest door, which lead to the kitchen on the opposite side. Whichever of his descendants had closed the place up, had done a really good job of making sure it was secure against intruders. Not only was it locked up tight, the entrances were reinforced with extra wooden boards crisscrossed over it to discourage anyone from breaking the lock or kicking the door down.
“We might have to use a bit of force to get in,” he admitted upon completion of his inspection. “Unless you could slip in through the cracks like you did through the mansion window and unlock it?” He rubbed his palms together, where they weren't quite solid. They hadn't tried ghosting together since they had ended up trading skin grafts on their first wedding day. He supposed they could both go in that way, so long as they were very careful not to get embedded in each other's flesh this time; he knew know that he should just let go when it was time to be solid again.
It felt sort of adventurous to tromp through the grass that came past her knees, though it didn't quite uhhh... well her skirt... it just wasn't meant for hiking. She pulled it close around her legs with as much dignity as she could muster as she tromped into Sebastian's slightly matted bit of grass trail.
"Oh-Don't break anything." She put her hand against Sebastian's arm. "Wait here and I'll be right back." She rubbed her hand against the grimy window and peeked in to what appeared to be a kitchen.
She could take them both, but after what happened last time... Ghost looked at her fingertips. Whiter skin topped with dirt. It was safer to go alone. Besides, it was an empty. What hazards could there be?
A quick inhalation of air and she was insubstantial. Her fingers were the last to go and the first to slip through the window pane. The wood was old and had shrunk as old wood will. It made for a drafty house, in this case, a positive thing.
A swirl of dust and air seeped through into the eating area, tables and chairs covered in ruffling cloth. It was clear as day in this form. Even the swirling motes that flowed through her form. She sent a curious curl of air to loosen the dust on the floor before bringing herself back together. Was it taking longer than normal? Or was she just impatient to have Sebastian show her around?
Her flat soled shoes touched lightly against the floorboards and even lighter as she danced to the door to fiddle with the old locks.
With a very sturdy tug the door scraped open.
"Welcome home, Master Sebastian." She curtsied and stepped aside playing maid. A small torrent of air was shuffling dust along the floor and out the door around Sebastian's shoes. She may as well clean up a bit if they were going to make use of the place.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 14, 2009 16:47:18 GMT -6
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Ghost swirled through the crack beneath the drafty window and disappeared for just a moment, leaving Sebastian alone with his thoughts. Here they were on their honeymoon, and his thoughts were occupied with work. Certainly the situation in Romania grew steadily worse and the time before they would have to intervene grew steadily shorter, but that did not mean that his thoughts needed to solely be devoted to the turbulent Balkan country. There would be time enough to worry about it later.
The lock creaked and the door scraped open. A cloud of dust swirled its way out through the opened doorway around a curtsying Ghost's feet.
>>>"Welcome home, Master Sebastian."
“What an efficient job you have done cleaning the kitchen,” he teased. “I don't suppose you've already made up the bed, too?” He raised his eyebrow in mock-hope. As far as he knew nothing about her mutation had made her any faster than normal in her airy form, so he didn't think that she possibly could have in such a short time.
“No?” He sighed heavily and shook his head in disappointment, but couldn't keep a serious expression on his face for very long. “I suppose we should see what we can find before it gets too dark to see anything.” He peered through the doorway out into the rest of the house. The fading sun reached its feeble fingers into the dining room, but these were quickly withdrawing.
“On second thought, light first, then bedding. I don't know if the place has been wired for electricity since my time here, but I doubt it would be working without someone paying for it. I've got a torch back in the car, I'll go grab it quick.” He planted a swift kiss on her formerly-Swift cheek and dashed back out to the car to grab bags, one of which contained a flashlight.
He switched it on as he entered the kitchen once more. “Ready to explore?”
“What an efficient job you have done cleaning the kitchen. I don't suppose you've already made up the bed, too?”
"I didn't explore beyond the kitchen." She was a little worried for the state of mattresses in this place if this was what the kitchen was like.
Ghost gave her hands a flick or two to hurry the stream of air and dust along. There was quite a bit of it. It would be easier to settle it if the air were more humid, but there wasn't a lot of excess moisture to herd into the house. Besides, what if it damaged something? Like the wallpaper… or books. Garrett hadn't been too keen when she'd opened the windows in the library at the Mansion.
Ghost yawned as Sebastian planted a kiss on her cheek and disappeared for his "torch." She didn't get a word out before his tail was flicking through the tall grass again.
"T-torch?" Surely he knew she was allergic to fire? And besides, torches already perched on the walls. Or were they called something else? Gas lights? Sconces? Ghost wondered if they still worked.
She pointed to the soot pillars above the wall lights when Sebastian flicked on his flashlight. Oh. Flashlight. Some part of her knew Brits called them torches, she just wasn't used to the terminology.
“Ready to explore?”
"You could try the gas lights if you need more light than the flashlight. Maybe there's still gas in the pipes?" She shrugged hopefully. Also it was possible the oil lamps still had some juice in them. "Uhm, but if you light them… or something… you'll have to keep them away. I'm sort of flammable…" A mini-shrug this time. It was the truth.
Ghost accepted Sebastian's hand, for safety reasons, and together they waded into the dark.
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 18, 2010 23:12:11 GMT -6
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As he led the way through the rapidly darkening house, Sebastian noted that things had been rearranged since he had last been to there. It wasn't surprising, or shouldn't have been. The furniture was covered with white sheets and crowned with thick layers of dust, like ghosts of the things he remembered. He was glad of the real Ghost's hand in his, to keep away the loneliness that lurked around every corner and behind every door.
It seemed odd to break the silence that hung in every room, so Sebastian didn't. He quietly led the way to the bedrooms, and saved his tour guide comments for later, when there was enough light to see the various rooms and banish any wayward spirits that still might still be clinging to the place.
The mattresses were not as well preserved as Sebastian had hoped they would be, but at each bedroom held a chest at the foot of the bed filled with blankets and sheets. There were enough to pile up and make their own little bed on the floor; one that smelled strongly of cedar and faintly of mothballs.
“It's a little like sleeping on a futon,” the unicorn man mused quietly as he settled himself onto the makeshift bed. It may not have been the most comfortable bed ever, but it made little difference to the jet lagged healer; it seemed that he fell asleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow. -- The earliest morning rays peaked into the house through the cracks and crevices in the old shutters and left sunlit stripes across the ceiling. It was still very early, but Sebastian was already awake. It was impossible to tell how long he'd been asleep, but it felt like days. The healer watched the stripes of light march their way across the ceiling and down the wall; there was no way he was going to be able to fall asleep again.
His thoughts briefly strayed to the medical textbook packed away in his luggage. He could make use of this extra time in the morning to study for medical school entrance exams he was planning on taking upon their return to the United States, but there was still lots of time left and it was much more pleasant to lay next to his wife watching the advancing sunlight. Waking up next to Ghost hadn't gotten old in the few weeks since they had been married, and it never would.
He led like a decisive and strong man. Yes, he'd been in this house before, but it was... good. She liked that he could and would lead. Maya's wedding ring rubbed when they held hands. She was almost used to it, but the squeeze of Sebastian's hand was enough to freshen the feeling.
Maya pressed her lips together and brushed her fingers over the thick dust as Sebastian poked at the mattress. He was so hopeful despite the smell. She rubbed clean a delicate looking box. Under the collection of dead cells were treasures, little pieces of a world that today only lived on in books or in those old enough to remember.
Another yawn and then she was needed for blanket duty. “It's a little like sleeping on a futon.” Strangely enough that hadn't occurred to her. They hadn't adopted Japanese customs in the home. She'd always slept in a bed unless there was a sleepover or something. "My mom would have called this a pallet." Not that the terminology was important or anything. It was just something she remembered. This house seemed like it was ripe for the remembering.
A little sneeze and a shuffle. A snuggle here. Really there wasn't anything to remember because exhaustion was setting in and once horizontal sleep steamrolled her. They were still getting used to sleeping next to someone else.
And waking up to someone else.
Ghost slept a long time past Sebastian. She hadn't really rested on the plane or in the hotel, but here away from the road where no one had walked for a long while there was peace.
She was incorporeal enough that the blanket went through her, but not so intangible that it could go all the way through her and lay flat on the ground. It was a weird sensation to wake up to and it took a little longer for her sleep logged brain to think of how to get out of it.
Fully incorporeal first. Solid again after. The order mattered. No need to have a blanket inserted into her internal organs.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 5, 2010 12:47:59 GMT -6
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Sebastian wasn't quite sure when, exactly, he became aware that his wife had a blanket half way through her. It was after he noticed he was awake, and just after he decided that it was perfectly acceptable to watch one's wife sleeping. He noticed first that she was beautiful. He noticed second that she was somewhat transparent. Third came the realization that only about half of her was below the covers and the other half was above.
He was more than a little alarmed. The last time something like that had happened, when things had overlapped in the wrong way, they had gotten stuck sort of permanently.
Yet, she didn't seem to be in any pain or distress as she slept, and waking her up suddenly would probably be the least wise thing to do in this situation. Being startled into sudden solidity with a blanket in her insides... that wasn't something he could easily fix. Maybe if she woke up on her own she could figure a way out of it.
Had this happened to her before or was this a new thing? Sebastian's heart caught in his throat at the evidence that Maya was indeed disappearing little by little. He had, what, nine years left to find a cure? Or would it be too late even in nine years?
If she got a blanket stuck in her, maybe she wouldnt' even make it that long.
Sebastian was so busy worrying that he didn't even notice right away when she finally woke up and already freed herself from her cottony confines. She shifted and he held very still until he was certain that she wasn't going to get stuck, then he rolled over and gave her his best worried face. Of course, that was not intentional, it was just that the look had been trying for the last hour to permanently etch itself into his features.
"Are you alright?" His brow was probably wrinkled like a six thousand year old man's. "Is that something new?"
Ghost solidified on her side of the pallet. She scrubbed her eyes and looked at Sebastian when he asked if she was alright. She wasn't entirely used to this whole bed and bed fellow thing yet.
She scrubbed her eyes again and she settled into a more comfortable seated position. Sebastian was far too worried about a little happening like that. "When I first... you know... Well, it's not that weird."
Though Ghost did pat down her pajamas to check that they were all still above the skin. From what she could tell, she was a go. Those first few months were hard as she gained the strength to change back. And then change back correctly.
"It's not super common either. It's just... nicer.. to be not solid. So when I sleep sometimes it just slips." Okay, a lot of times it just slipped, but that was beside the point. "It's just usually all the way..." But that shouldn't be something to worry about, right? It sort of felt like she'd just eased into it and then got distracted half way in. That had to be it.
She stretched to show him how not-a-big-deal it was. "What time is it?" And more importantly, "What's on the agenda today?" Another reassuring smile. Really. Not scary. Not strange. Don't worry. The worry was supposed to be hers.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 10, 2010 13:47:07 GMT -6
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There were many elipses in his wife's speech, as if she couldn't find the right words to put him at ease again. Maybe there were no words that could do such a thing.
Just to reassure himself that she was indeed solid, Sebastian sat up next to her and put his hands on her shoulders. His own palms were a little bit incorproeal, but she felt pretty solid again. She wasn't stuck as a ghost. Yet.
She stretched, she smiled, she asked innocuous questions.
Sebastian leaned forward to pull Maya into a hug, cherishing the feeling of her in his arms. One day he wouldn't get to have that feeling any more; he hoped that wouldn't be for a long time.
It occured to him that he should perhaps answer her questions, even if they hadn't fully served their primary goal of distracting him from worry, "It's morning time. And there isn't a schedule to worry about, really. We could go exploring, spend a little time cleaning up, or, if you prefer, stay in bed all day."
Was he allowed to tweak her nose? He thought so, and did. He was still worried, but he could put it out of his mind until later, he decided. He also promised himself that those medical textbooks in his bags would see some use later that evening.
He closed the gap between them and there was a short moment of stiffness before Maya scooted to sit between Sebastian's knees so that he wouldn't have to lean so far to hug her. It was a nice hug if a bit tighter than normal. A worried hug.
She hesitated longer than perhaps she should have, but eventually Maya lay her head against Sebastian's arm. If her choices were exploring, cleaning, or lazing... normally her choice would be exploring. "This... isn't bad."
She'd been living alone since... well, since she had this ability of incorporeality. No one had ever worried about these kinds of things before.
Nose tweak. She wrinkled that nose at him in answer. If she thought he might be tickelish, her hands were in primo spots on his ribs. It was tempting, but she let the moment pass and slipped her hands around those ribs instead to reciprocate rather than being cradled. Maya wasn't a child even if he was an embarrassing amount older than she.
"Tell me about Everett and the house..." She could stand for a bit of history. It might even motivate them to clean while they explored.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 17, 2010 0:00:10 GMT -6
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>>>"This... isn't bad."
Sebastian wasn't convinced entirely by her words, but she felt solid enough in his arms. Though he was still worried, the sun pouring through the window and holding Maya in his arms made the possibilities of a bad dream seem a little dimmer. All he needed now was to get his mind off of it for a little while.
>>>"Tell me about Everett and the house..."
And that would do nicely. Sebastian lowered his hands so they were clasped only loosely behind Maya's lower back; she could wriggle free if she so chose.
“I first came to this house looking for work. The Halifax family was looking for a gardener, so I walked over from the village, asked about the job, and started working all in the same day. I got along well with everyone here, until the master of the house decided that his only daughter Maegan was spending far too much time helping in the garden. He almost threw me out, or rather, he did throw me out for a day. I think somehow Maegan talked sense into him. He drove out to the village the next day and invited me back again.”
“You can probably guess where that story goes. Mr. Halifax eventually consented to letting me marry his daughter, but only if I took their last name. He didn't have any sons and wanted to keep the name alive, I believe. He didn't have any sons, but two years later he finally got a grandson, Everett, and four years later a granddaughter named Dierdre.”
“As children tend to do, Everett and Dierdre grew up quickly. Everett was very active and energetic, as well as righteous. He wouldn't stand for anyone teasing or putting down others, and he got into a fair number of scrapes because of it. Dierdre was quiet and gentle. She was the kind of child people loved almost instinctively. She inherited her mother's ability to charm even the most ferocious of dragons with a soft word.”
“Eventually, Everett followed his heart to America and Dierdre stayed here to fill the Halifax house with her children and grandchildren.”
Sebastian unclasped his hands and rocked back from his knees onto his toes in preparation for standing up, but first he kissed Ghost on the forehead. “That wasn't too much information, I hope? There are always more stories; you just tell me when you're all full up on history and I'll stop blathering on and on.”
For most of the story Ghost was as enraptured. She just had one interjection.
"...He drove out to the village the next day and invited me back again."
"They had cars back then?" For some reason, despite the artifacts in the house, she had imagined this tale set in a time much more... feudal.
And then the story was over. He was going to be a great bed time story teller. When... they figured out all the before hand stuff... like... reproduction... if they were even going to do... well... you know...
"I uh. I like it when you blather." The hand stitched blanket they were now both fully on top of had a rather plain girl stitched onto it. She was dressed in an apron and a bonnet. It was very, very interesting and a good texture to trace with her finger while avoiding eye contact.
Though it was hard to imagine the string of wives and lives Sebastian had experienced. Ghost was a short blip on that radar. Kind of depressing, really.
"So... this stuff. It's Deidra's children's things?" How many generations removed from Sebastian were the stories left behind?
He made motions to rise and Ghost pecked him on the cheek. It was only fair since his head dipped close to hers. After that she was on her feet as if the little expression of affection hadn't happened at all.
Now was the time for being nosey! And there was no place better to start than the bedroom. Ghost drew back the curtain to let in the afternoon light. Motes swam in the stream.
The mattress was grosser in daylight, but the bed frame was that much more interesting. A darker wood and four posts with a detailed headboard that just wasn't the same at night. The bedside table's sheet was removed and another wash of dust fluttered into the sunlight. Cough. "When was the last time someone lived here?"
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 19, 2010 15:27:38 GMT -6
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>>>"They had cars back then?"
Sebastian shook his head with an apologetic smile, “He drove the carriage down. That was in...” he did a quick calculation in his head, “...1820, I believe.”
When he finished the story, Ghost admitted to liking blathering while tracing the stitches in the blanket beneath her hand. What was she thinking about that she was being so shy? Sebastian tilted his head to try and look at her down turned face, but she moved too quick for him, planting a quick kiss on his cheek and springing up to start exploring the house.
“Yeah, Dierdre and her descendants lived here. I stayed long enough to see her grandchildren, but left shortly afterwards. It gets a little strange to stay in a place long enough to outlive your own children.” Sebastian poked at the mattress tentatively and was glad that they hadn't slept on it.
“I went to Oxford for awhile, then wandered eastward. I didn't really keep track of what was happening back here. I know there were still Halifaxes here during the great wars, but after that I don't know. It might have been empty for up to fifty or sixty years I suppose,” which would explain the mattress.
The room looked better in the sunlight, but the lack of care was fairly evident. It was kind of sad to see the paint flaking from the walls and the dirt and dust that soiled everything. Anywhere there was fabric, there were holes. There were streaks of black mold around the windows.
Sebastian stood by the window and surveyed the wild grasses bending on the slight breeze in the yard, “It's too bad there isn't anyone left to live in it. This is such a fine house when it is well taken care of.”
Strange to outlive your children? Maybe. Strange to outlive your children's children's children? Definitely. That kind of longevity made Maya's brain hurt. That and the thought that Sebastian was a horse (with a sword on his head) part of a time.
But it was good to know that the artifacts here were not directly tied to Sebastian. They were, but they were generations removed. Interesting, but not vital to knowing who Sebastian was.
"It is a shame." A shame that they would definitely be headed back to New York. Ghost toyed with a powder box as she got a feel for the house via its air. "This place is almost as big as the Mansion if you didn't include the class rooms."
Ghost moved on pulling sheets and sweeping along dust the mutated way. Once the pile got too hard to handle she'd send it out the window. First order of business was to see what they had to work with here. Maybe they could clean it up and put it on the market? If Sebastian didn't want to keep it in the family, that was.