Blow Me Away [Cable/Open]

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Long, slender fingers trailed smoothly along the dustful wooden-like table. Smoky hazel eyes roamed around the cheap cologne-tasted, thick-aired room. Sharp breath was inhaled and the lone blonde immediately regretted doing such, now feeling her smelling senses were abounded by numerous mingling scents. Not so tantalizing, yet addicting scents of heavy and alcoholic beverage. Aubrey Connor bit her lower lip. No. She had enough. No more drinks. No more getting overly intoxicated. Last time she did, she ended up vomitting all over her bedroom, suffering horrendous hangover in the morning which caused her to drift back into some uncomfortable, filled with handful of nightmares, slumber. A grimace flashed across her half-grogged and half-wary expression. Noises of glass clinking, liquid pouring, and ice landing oh so gracefully filled her ears and she once again, found herself shutting her eyelids and blackening her vision into a piercing darkness created by her own self.

Ain't good. Come on. Resist the urge. Resist the thirst.

... Good Lord, maybe one last bottle.

Right. Right, one last bottle and that's it, she would then depart and flee straight to her apartment where she could get some long, and hopefully peaceful sleep. Just one. Aubrey lifted her chin to cast one barkeep a look, before lifting and waving two fingers up in the air, indicating him of her presence. She then cocked her head, almost sheepishly, as she ordered another bottle of whiskey. The third this time. Barkeep's look was obscured in astonishment but eventually, he nodded his head and fled to serve her order. She sighed. Perk of having a heat-immunity, she could handle even the most heaviest alcoholic beverage, though that didn't mean she was incapable of getting drunk. Hence, one last bottle. It wasn't long until the barkeep returned, shoving her order. The petite-figured blond smirked, popping the half-opened lid with her thumb, before chugging down the hot liquid, sending it flooding deep towards her throat.

So good.

[cable]

Cable sat in the corner of teh bar. he was listening not what was going on but what the people were thinking. To every one in the room he looked normal. They saw what tehy wanted to because it was simple this way. He took a sip of his drink as he watched the world go by. Alcohol was a strange thing and he was glad that the T.O in his body filtered it out. He was sure his kidneys had been claimed by the Virus a long time ago.

The school was running fine there was little going on. Well for now Xavier had his team working and that is all he wanted. Now he had to move on to the next part of his plan. The his mind listened to what the people of the bar were thinking. How could he change the way the world thought about things? he could do it with a simple thought but that was wrong. he had to make them want it with out forcing there minds. That would only of been a patch that would of failed. He noticed the young woman downing the drink that was impressive. He let his mind linger on her for a moment. she was a mutant he could sense it threw her thoughts.

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Then she tasted it. The warmth. Heated flow running within her, the whiskey's effect. It would taste awful to most people that were normal. Those who didn't posses an ability to endure extreme heat. To Aubrey, it felt wondrous. Like a hot water calming a frigid-temperatured body. Heat soothed her. Heat made her feel good and relaxed, as if it was some kind of an instant-painkilling drug. Aubrey shrugged and smirked to herself and at the pleasant train of thoughts that drove through her mind. She let her lips to hover for a few second, liquid dampening them, close to the edge of the bottle. She remained in her stance until she felt a pair of eyes briefly and subtly watching her. She craned her neck and looked over her shoulder, seeing a man around his thirties sitting all by himself.

Feels as if he's lurking my mind. Bah. Ridiculous.

She chuckled at her own thought again and then proceeded by gulping another huge portion of the drink, half-listening to the rather grumpy music that blared through the small jukebox sitting nearby. Aubrey then abruptly decided to greet the lone man; shifting her attention back to him, she smiled, lifted her bottle slightly and spoke, "Howdy," she wasn't entirely sure if he heard her, nonetheless, she returned her gaze back to her table, her lips once again pressing against the bottle's tip.

[cable]

"evening nice night for it." Cable mind was in several places at once. HE needed to keep on teh ball with all that was going on things were changing and not the better. he had changed a lot of thing Providence was going strong but it was not enough. He had not talked to any one out side the x men or the island in days he had missed it. In truth that was why he was in a bar.

It was not hard to fool these people that he was normal after all thats what they wanted to see normal people drinking. He took a sip of his pint he was so shocked at peoples attitudes to there body in this time smoking drinking all of it. They loved to kill there own bodes just for fun and he could not understand that.

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A meagre smile appeared on Aubrey’s almost intoxicated face, some red flecks had begun to appear on her puffed cheeks. “For what, windin’ up?” she cocked her head, southern accent clearly dripping her tone, her smile turned briefly playful as she looked at the man. “Yeah, nice night. You here to wind up too, sir, all by yourself?” inquired she, gulping another gulp, and then another, and another. Despite the blur and dizzy feelings, some sore spots around her body had managed to tense down, perhaps the beverage’s effect had started to settle in even more. The pub was becoming even more and more crowded by each seconds; cigarrete’s smokes were trailing everywhere, puffing out and mingling with the thick air. It wasn’t long until some rough-looking bikers bursted through the door, each carrying steel bats and knives and brass knuckles. Upon seeing this, the blonde arched her eyebrows high.

“Shit, I got a bad feeli—”

Sure enough. The bikers soon shouted out insults and profanities, directed towards the barkeeps and some of the bar-goers. The breaking point was when someone, around his thirties with doe-eyed and frightened expression, yelled something that clearly sounded akin to ‘barfight!’. Crashes erupted, the bikers began swinging their weapons around, aiming to vandalize every objects and individuals on their sights. “Oh, come on!” Aubrey whined, and here she thought she could get some good resting night… nope, some jerks had to ruin it all. She ducked behind a table, covering and protecting herself with her arms as the fighters started tossing some hazardous objects; broken bottles, knives. Gritting her teeth, she twirled her palm, popping out one small fireball. Just incase.

[cable]

Cable smiled "nice night to enjoy a quiet drink in a bar." he spoke slowly and clearly as he pulled some more of his mind back from were it was he had heard trouble. He did not need all his power to stop some thing like this but he would have to be smart about it. He watched as the thugs slowly came in to the bar and a fight broke out. well that was easy to predict. He did not need his powers to see that they had come to smash the place up.

Cable sat there and finessed his drink. Slowly he stood up he knew his size and build mad ehim a target for every thug in the place. he walked up to the one who was clearly the leader. "Look go home." cable read his mind with in moments he knew every thing about this man. "what would you mum say about you going in to bars to start fights like this. She would drag you down the streat by your ear and well you know the rest. Just walk away before some one gets really hurt."

Cable was armed he had a knife and a pistol granted it could put a whole in a tank but he would rather try and talk his way out of it before he wiped the floor with the Thugs. "walk away before this gets messy." he did not move a musical. "You behind me with that bat i suggest you don't swing it at my head." there was clear way cable could see the man but he could hear his thoughts.

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She poked her head out of the table she currently was hiding behind, peering and witnessing the bikers trashing around more stuff, beating up innocent more costumers -which caused her to briefly cringe in irritation- and pretty much ruining the establishment. She drew in a deep and shaky breath. What to do, what to do. Should she just hide here and wait until this unecessary fight came into its end, or... she adverted her hazel gaze down to her palm, watching as the ball of flame resumed to roll, its edge flickering in an almost dancing-like notion. Or should she fight? Fighting sounded even more thrilling, and she adored thrills, but these people were too many. They could snap her fragile little arms easily if they wanted to. But but, she refused to be a coward either! She could fight, she should fight. Decision, decision. Aubrey leaned her head against the table slightly, half-exasperated, half-torn between the two options. Her ears caught some talkings and she arched an eyebrow, peering again to observe the man she previously had talked to standing up so bravely, attempting to talk these pricks down.

To no avail. The bikers became even more enraged it seemed. One of them, the one behind the man, ignored his warning and prepared himself to swing his bat. That’s it. Ganging up on one person? Big no-no. Aubrey rolled over, to a crouching position, then thrust her fireballed hand forward, sending the fiery stream towards one biker and sending him crashing out of the windows. Score! Time to say something epic. “You really should’ve listened to him,” she smirked, hearing a happy jingle playing within her head. Her self-celebration unfortunately didn’t last so long. “You freak! Get her, guys!” The leader shouted to his lackeys, and soon, they ignored the man and began to lung towards her direction. And here we go.

Aubrey popped two more fireballs out of her palms, sending enormous blast and knocking over three of them, sending their bodies sprawling on the dirt-filled floor, clothes charred. One, however, swung one bat and sadly, it accurately managed to hit her blond head, causing her to stumble over. Then she felt a huge, fat body crashing, pushing her down and tossing some punches onto her face. She tried to block them, but her opponent was too heavy, too strong. “Get off me!” she growled, helplessly, attempting to blast him off with another, literal fire attack.

[cable]

cable smiled as the flames covered the man. Not what he was going for but it worked. He looked at the man in front of him who threw a punch at cable. Cable could stop bullets with a thought. He moved quickly and grabbed the mans arm snapping it like a twig. This was not a fight but a brawl and well cable could brawl with the best of them. The problem was others were getting hurt in this.

He looked over to the woman who had helped him well she was pined and that was not good. He created a shield around her the punches were not connecting at all his field was stopping them. One of the other swung a metal bat at him and it shattered on impact. None of them had the skills or ability to get threw his shields. HE could end this with a thought but that was not what was needed her.

He started to walk over towards the man who was on top of the woman punching her. "need a hand?" he garbed the man by his collar and lifted him up. "You know i had this under control." he threw the man away like a rag doll. He heard a bang and turned round a bullet hut his shielding it crumpled and floated in the air. The man stood there in shock at what he had seen. "your lucky my friend that i am not working or you would be dead right now. If you want you can just walk away but make it clear that This bar is not to be touch or i will come after you all and i know were you live Robbert" The man was stunned that cable new his name. he turned round to teh woman and offered her his hand.

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Aubrey lifted her arms even higher to cover her face, trying to prevent the hard, nonstop punches from connecting. But then something odd happened. The man continued to swing his hands as if he were still attempting to hit her face, but none of his blows reached her skin, not even an inch of it. Something invisible was blocking him. She breathed heavily, her eyes widened in confusion, and her lips twitched. Truth be told, she was concealing a nagging burst of laughter. He looked sort of hillarious flailing his arms like that. “Dude, what the hell are you doing?” before she could receive an answer, the previous man had stepped into her peripheral vision, strolling by and yanking the thug off her petite figure. Upon hearing the man’s offer, she inhaled sharply, feeling an immense amount of pain on her head. “And a painkiller, perhaps.” She mumbled, realizing that there was a gash on her forehead, it was red and it was dripping blood. She closed one eye, letting the crimson and sticky drips to roll down onto her cheek.

Damn this hurt.

She shrugged when the man mentioned that he had everything under control. “Yeah, just thought I could help a little,” she muttered indifferently. Aubrey flinched when she heard a bang, but the bullet collided against, again, something invisible and caused it to fall down as if it was nothing but a broken peanut. She blinked in both awe and astonishment. This man, he was something. Powerful. Really powerful. Adverting her gaze, she observed as ‘Robert’ began to step back, scared for his life. “Right, scram, Robert! Go away,” she stuck out her tongue, immaturely. The man’s hand then came onto her sight and she grabbed, using it as a support thus she could get onto her feet. “Thanks,” she breathed, still attempting to ease the throbbing pain. “So, a mutant too?” she smirked a little, delighted and excited to finally find someone who shared the same, extraordinary gene. Mutant genes. “I’m Aubrey. AKA Flamethrower, or Fiery Lady, or The Hottest Wom-- just call me Aubrey,” she reached out her hand. “What you did… that was incredible.”

[cable]

Cable let the illusion of him being normal drop. his eye glowing bright in the dim light. The woman reminded him of wade in some strange way. " people call me Cable. Flamethrower sounds the best an besides i have seen hotter." He walked over to the bar man and looked at him. " I think you should call the cops but i also think you should wait till we have left and forget we were ever here." It was not a statement then nodded blackly so did every one else.

"there thats one problem sorted don't want the police asking question." in truth it would not bother cable at all. Not that they could do anything to him but this girl had tried to do the right thing so why should she be punished for her good actions. This was a side of cable not many saw.

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“Holy Macaroni,” Aubrey gasped in both astonishment and awe as she witnessed him dropping down his illusion, revealing a blinding light that glowed from his one eye. That was… “awesome! And shiny,” she admitted, having a temptation to poke the bright glow but was aware that she’d only get herself in more trouble if she did such. Do not want to mess around with this guy, she had seen his some of his abilities, he’d be too powerful for her to handle. She listened to him, still half-ignoring her bleeding head, then cocked her head to one side. Cable. She assumed it was his codename. “Do I get to know your real name too soon?” she asked with a slight grin, playing and subtly joking around to lighten the mood. “Yeah, yeah. I think Flamethrower fits me the best. It’s pretty straightforward; which I like, simple yet daaangerouus,” hearing him mentioning that he had ‘seen hotter’, the female pyro arched one eyebrow. “Niiiiice. Way to compliment a lady, Cable.” She muttered sarcastically, though the singsong voice within her tone indicated that she didn’t really get offended, merely being playful as always. Pushing her hands casually into her jeans’ pockets, she observed as he began to talk with the barkeep, seemingly doing something to the poor man’s head.

She stared in slight disbelief but then seconds later, she let out a chuckle. “Epic. Just epic. Did you just manipulate him with some kind of a mind mojo thingy?” she asked, smirking widely. Aubrey then bent down to snatch one knife from one of the fallen biker, she then used the weapon to tear apart a portion of a shirt, and then wrapped it around her hurting forehead. Temporary bandage. “This will do,” the pyro muttered to herself, before turning her attention back to Cable. “You know, do it again, manipulate him into giving us some freeze booze,” a laugh escaped her lips. “I’m just jokin’. Kinda. Anyway, so you can create invisible shields, your body seems to be unbreakable, you have a cool glowing eye,” she listed off, walking close to him. “Is there any more amazing abilities that you can do?” she inquired, her voice filled with pure interest.

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"i am a telekinetic and a telepath. Thats my powers Don't forget the robotic arm. he lifted his hand up showing the metallic arm. i think you call it Cyborg? All i did was use my powers to shield me. "the cops are three blocks away no sorry four. so i think we get out of here before you have to answer some embracing questions. As to your last question i can Teleport.

I gather you have not meat many mutants before?" the last question was not really a question he could tell from her voices that she wa sin shock granted he did have near god like power. the only problem was a lot of it was used to stop his T.O virus from calming his life.

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She watched, eyes locking and never leaving this interesting figure that now stood before her eye. She had to admit, this true form of his looked badass. Like, real badass. Just when the blonde thought that she couldn’t get anymore awed, the man lifted up his arm to reveal his metalic and robotic flesh. There was a gasp and then another noise that seemed to sound akin to a childlike coo. “Cool!” she announced, almost a little too loud. She wondered if Cable would allow her to touch it – a hell, she went right away and put her palm on his metal arm, feeling the briefly different temperature, the coolness of it. “How come I didn’t see this earlier?” she let out a slight laugh before releasing her grip. “So awesome. Is this part of your mutation too?” she questioned, the curiosity was urging still within her tone. She almost sounded like a little child who just met their idol for the first time, and now was bombarding him with tons of questions. When he mentioned teleportation, her eyes narrowed into a jokeful frown. “This ain’t fair. You have so many abilities.”

Aubrey shrugged when he assumed that she probably hadn’t met many mutants before. “The powerful ones like you? Nope,” she answered matter-of-factly. Last time she had encountered a mutant was during this random meeting, some guy who could melt things into puddles. Not so epic, if she had to honestly say. She was instantly reminded by his earlier warning of cops swarming their way in soon. “Oh, think you can get us out of here, with your teleportation, maybe?” she then cocked her head again, smiling an innocent smile. “You don’t mind having me around for a bit, do ya? I have nothing else to do, I’m not sleepy, and I kind of need to kill some time.” In actuality, she was still intrigued, still deeply interested in studying this man’s tremendous abilities.

[cable]

"no the metallic arm is actually my real arm i have a techno organic virus that is slowly eating my body alive. One day it will kill me think o fit as a futuristic cancer. You did not see me because i did not want you to see it. I made you mind see what it wanted to see. You see your brain fights agents control its natural but all i did was amplified what your brain thought should be in a bar. Who would think twice about seeing another normal man in a bar?"

That was the trick the mind never fought if it was what it wanted to see it accepted it a lot quicker and with less fights. " Life not fair and well my parents are both powerful mutants yes i think it may be better if we leave." he griped her hand again " Body slide by two with a flash of light they were gone.

A few seconds later the reappeared in large room on provenance . the war air blowing threw a bay window. The room was plain with several hi tech guns on the wall. it looked like some thing from a sci fi film. In fact it was part of his old ship what he had taken from the year 4010 when he had traveled back. "welcome to my home." he smiled. he had loved what he had made the island in to a utopia of peace and every he was trying to make this world in to. It could work if people wanted it and deep down they did.

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She scrunched up her face, so the robotic arm came with a rather critical price. Some kind a virus. Techno organic virus. Something that she’d never truly heard in her entire life before. “Now that’s not cool. Is there any way to prevent it from happening?” she asked finding a slight concern brewing very briefly within her tone, half-pondering what would happen if the virus were to consume this man completely. She couldn’t conceal a smile as he began to elaborate how his mind-magic worked; pretty much he manipulated the everyone’s brains and deceived their eyes, including hers, perfectly. “Clever trick,” she admitted with her previous grin still stretching wide on her lips. Aubrey adverted her gaze down as he gripped her small hand and she inhaled a rather deep breath, aware that he was about to do something, the teleportation most likely. She shut her eyes. “Mkay, I’m ready,” she called out – attempting to relax, since she had heard from some other mutants that teleportation would end up making one feel dizzy.

One seconds. Two seconds. Soon enough, she slowly blinked out open her eyes and once again caught herself widening them in pure amazement. They were now in different place, a place that she had never seen before. Cable’s home. “Wow, this is interesting,” the blonde confessed aloud, her eyes were almost literally sparkling, expression revealing awe and curiosity. She slid her hand out of his and began to walk around, eyes inspecting every parts and corners. “You live here all by yourself?” she inquired, strolling over towards one section, where weapons were being held on the wall as if they were there to be showed off. She smiled appreciatively, fingers hovering around one of the guns. “Are you in the army or something? Where did you get all of these?”