Blow Me Away [Cable/Open]

[cable]

"no there is about 200 others living on the island. Yes i am or will be in a time. " in truth it had been more like a rebellion than an army but they did what they had to to live and he was not proud of those days. he walked out to the balcony that looked over the city. A blue screan appeared in the air close to his hand and another in the air he read some information and then typed some thing in. with another gesture it was gone. he walked back in and took the pistol out of its holster he placed it on the desk.

"yes we are in a different time zone we are some were in the pacific ocean. He ran his hand over his face it was turning out to be one of those day. he watched as she went to touch a gun. " i would not thats a bit old it fires an adamatium shell with a depleted nuclear core. I don't think it has any ammunition in it but it may be slightly radioactive." he was teasing her but still it was an antique. " dont want all that hair falling out do we now?"

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“That’s cool,” she smiled as Cable clarified that he indeed involved himself with the army, or would be, he added in his last sentence. She pondered what kind of army, was it a normal or special army, you know, as in the kind that was filled with mutants and the like. The blonde crossed her arms, admiring every inches of the place, the smile on her lips couldn’t stop themselves from growing even more further in appreciation. The stuff there was fascinating, something that her eyes had never witnessed before. So many weapons, and the air tasted different. It was appealing, dangerously appealing. Occassionally she would cast a fleeting glance at Cable, eyes twinkling with slight adoration and a respect that now had begun to develop for him. Her smile stayed on her lips as she watched him roam around before placing down something that he had slipped out from his holster. A pistol. She eyed the object with curious gaze, until he started speaking again, informing their current location. Her eyes nearly popped out of its sockets.

“We what?!” she asked, purely baffled. “Pacific Ocean, are you joking?” her jaw dropped several inches from its place; he teleported them to pacific ocean, that was… wow. Definitely a wow. Not like she minded it, though, she always loved far-far away adventures, it was just shocking. Her fingers were about to touch one of the guns when he said that the object might possesed some radioactive-influence-thingy in it. She jerked her hand back immediately, putting her arms behind her back, looking like a kid who was caught in the middle of candy-stealing. “Nope. I like to keep my hair, thank you very much,” she joked, then cocked her head aside. “It looks pretty cool, though. I wish I was good with weapons,” she admitted, laughing sheepishly. “May I take a look outside?” strolling over, she walked cautiously past him, towards the balcony; eyes widening in amazement upon seeing the blue-limitless ocean. “Holy cow. This really is awesome.” Cooed she, again, getting struck in a child-like awe. “What’s this place called, if I may ask?”

[cable]

"Its the island of Providence. Its an island State or country if you will. Weapons training not that hard most weapons are point and click but you have the ability to be a weapon why would you use a gun?" He walked out to the balcony with her. "this is my home i have an open door policy any one who is willing to follow the rules is welcome to live here. It is the most advance place on earth,"

His island was at least 2000 years advanced of any place on earth. he knew it and every one had a good standard of life. he was happy that this place was working. "we are trying to make this place a utopia for any one who wants it."

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She shrugged her shoulders. “Meh. It’s kind of hard for me,” she admitted after his statement of weapons training not being entirely hard. Then, her head cocked aside in a thoughtful stance. “I get nervous a lot. I once held a gun before, I became all sweaty and shaky and paranoid,” there was a laugh, a seepish laugh coming out of her lips as she spoke out this rather embarassing fact. “Not to mention my aim is awful. Like really, really awful,” she grinned – telling out nothing but the truth. Aubrey always had issues with her aiming. Leaning over the balcony, her eyes fluttered as she felt the soft, night breeze sweeping her skin, the coldness causing her body to momentarily shiver. Upon hearing his question, she smirked and held out her fist, twisting it upside down before igniting a small fireball out of nothing. The fiery ball rolled around; its flames danced beautifully and her smile grew a little bigger. “I don’t know. I don’t want to rely too much on my powers, I suppose. I mean, I’m very good at this whole fire manipulating thing – but combat and weaponry skills? I suck.” She chuckled.

“How about you, why use weapons when you pretty have that whole package of epic super-abilities?” Aubrey inquired, the curiousity within her tone remained. She peered over again, as if she were attempting to catch the pit of this dark but gorgeous ocean. “There are rules?” she asked, bombarding him with more and more questions. Couldn’t help it. Place was very intriguing. “Utopia,” she smiled wide as the word rolled out of her tongue. “Heh. I might end up wanting to move here someday, I’m starting to get tired of my apartment’s dingy and suffocating air,” she spoke out jokingly, letting out a slight laugh as she did so. Not to mention the irritating landlord. “You enjoy living here?” she asked, smiling and turning her distracted attention back to Cable.

[cable]

"yes of course there are what comunity dose not have rules. Money is banned from the island and every one must play there part here do some thing to earn there keep. We don't tolerate violence or murder. There is no theft as there is no need if you need some thing we can normally supply it. The island grows all its own food and produces safe clean drink water. Yes i like it here a lot."

he was proud of his island. "beside official i own it so i am the land lord to every one here." he looked out over the island he had so much hope for this place and what it could be it could change the world. "we don't turn any one away who want to live here and take part in the work."

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“Wow,” she smirked, rubbing her chin with her fingers as if she were contemplating something deep. “Sounds like a perfect haven for our kind. Are there humans here?” she leant closer and pressed her body against the balcony, peering over to perhaps, look and check out the island’s resident. It was kind of dark, so it was pretty difficult to see anything. She wondered what time it was. Different time-zone, right? She glanced back at Cable. “And if they disobeyed those rules? Jail, punishment?” she inquired, raising an eyebrow, face remained intrigued. Letting out a soft chuckle, she extinguished her fireball and sucked it back into her palm, causing ashes to seep out of her clenched fingers. “Nice. So I’m speaking with the landlord himself,” chuckle escaped her lips again. “Maybe I’ll move here someday. I don’t know. This sounds like a terrific place.”

Walking a few steps away from the balcony, she started to roam around the gun-filled room again, stepping inches and inches closer to Cable’s weapon that was now rested peacefully on the table. She lifted the pistol, seemingly forgetting about the radio active warning altogether. “You know,” she began, eying the pistol with much interest. “Do you think you can teach me how to master this kind of thing?” she smiled, turning over to look at Cable with a full-on expectant smile and slight shrug of her shoulders. “I’ve always wanted to become an epic gunslinger,” she joked, chuckling.

[cable]

"its not that simple but learn its not hard. As for the punishment no we dont have jails or anything like that you are asked to leave and never come back. Yes i can teach you how to do it take it and shoot me. Dont worry i can stop the bullet if i need to. just relax and take your time. Watch out for the kick of the gun if your to tense it will put your arm out.

The gun is from the year 4011 so it will pack a punch." he did hope the weapon would not throw her arm out if she was to tense not that he could not have it fixed quickly if need be. he wanted to see if she would fire the gun at him.

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“You’re joking right? Shoot you?” there was a tint of bewilderment dripping within her voice – but then she recalled the event that had just occurred awhile ago, he could prevent bullets from piercing his skin with his telekinetic shield thingy. She swallowed a lump that formed in her throat, uncertain, though eventually nodded his head. Cable could candle this, couldn’t he? “Fine then, just don’t blame me if I ended up blowing your brain out,” of course she wasn’t being serious, that was unlikely to happen. She inspected the gun even further. Heavy, heavier than any other guns she had wielded before. It could blow off her arm. Nice. She needed to be extra cautious, she needed to hold her panic down and remained calm. Huh. Always easier said than done. An eyebrow was arched when he mentioned that the gun was from year 4011; she’d have to investigate that later.

“O-okay, I’m ready,” she murmured out, taking a few steps away from him before proceeding by raising the gun up. With one hand. “No, no. Two,” murmured she again under her breath, lifting the other fingers – she started to feel it, the nervousness, the shaking, the sweats-dripping. Calm down, calm down. She shut her eyes for a moment, then reopened them again before pulling the trigger. Bam. The gunshot impact was kind of extreme. As soon as the bullet was out, she stumbled back and hit the table, falling down but still gripping the gun tight within her grasp. Arms there? Check. She carefully and slowly looked up, wanting to see if she had hit the target or not, smoke trailing her vision. “Cable?” she called. “Did I miss? Are you okay?”

[cable]

"yes you missed you did not count the recoil of the weapon. It will take time we can start you off on some thing easter than that thing." The gun flew up and in to cable holster. The bullet flying a few inches from his arm. He was impressed. "You are more than welcome to stay here as long as you are willing to work. " he smiled and walked over offering her a hand to help her up.

"like every thing it takes time and effort to learn. I sure i can spare some time to teach you hand to hand and armed combat as well. SO tell me what skills do you have?" cable stood there smiling.

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“Aw. Crud,” Despite her silent complaint, both of her hands resumed to tremble – slight aftershock remained to course over her figure. The bullet had missed its target. Uncertainty rushed through her mind, unsure as to how she’d react to this. She was somewhat disappointed yet at the same time, relieved. At least she didn’t end up harming anyone or anything. Fingers clasping and unclasping the trigger, she allowed her gaze to perk up back at the older man, her tongue half-nervously licking out some dryness of out of her lips. Calm down, for pete’s sake. “Sounds good,” she braved up to speak. Something easier than that one, something more simple and smaller perhaps. The gun wobbled and she instinctively spread open her sweat-coated palm, letting the weapon to float back towards its owner. Was that a hint of impressed expression flashing across his face? Possibly. Hoped so. Snickering rather sheepishly, she grasped his hand and yanked herself onto her feet. Deja-vu.

“Well. I’d be more than glad to help. I was actually thinking of staying over here for perhaps, a few days or so,” it took a few moment before she managed to match up the man’s smile. “What kind of work, though?” she questioned, once again with an absolute intrigued tone. She was excited over the prospect of being able to roam around this ‘utopia’. Interesting place, interesting atmosphere. “Really?!” her pitch went briskly and enthusitically higher after Cable mentioned that he could fit some portion of his time to train her. “Skills? Mm, let’s see. I can do magic-tricks. I can sing and play music really well, and oh! I’m good at sneaking: picking locks, breaking in, stuff like that,” the pyrokinetic listed. Snapping her index and thumb together, she formed another fireball, shaping it to various shapes. “and fire. I pretty much can do anything as long as there’s fire or you know, just good amount of heat near my presence.”

[cable]

"well lock picking is not that useful here as we use computer locks and D.N.A coding for some places. You could work in the farms or any ware all we ask is you help." he smiled as he looked around. "i could always use some one to help around here i kind of P.A. in return i can help you with your powers and develop them in ways you could not think off?

he walked along the room. he pulled a small pistol of the wall and threw it at her. "keep it its an energy based pistol no recoil and charges in the mains. We have a target range you can use while you are here."

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Developing her powers. The statement caused her to curl a smile – it was one of many things she had always sought, ability-development, a chance to become something more stronger and unbeatable. Then control, she supposed. If she could somehow control her ‘berserk’ or rage state, then she was certain she would be able to be… indestructible, almost. “[b\That sounds like a perfect deal,

[/b]” a casual nodding motion was executed, eyes moving back and forth, tailing Cable’s gaze nonchalantly. “I suppose I can just take a roam around later, see if I can find even more jobs that fits me. I’m kind of a workaholic,” she admitted with a shrug, arms crossing over each other again, the nerve-wrecking feeling had now subdued, the shaking almost gone.

Though, there was another rush of panic coursing as he, seemingly so casually, tossed another gun towards. Thankfully, her reflexes were quite adequate, thus she managed to catch the weapon before it hit the floor and explode, or something. She admired the pistol, awed as if she were a child. “Awesome!” she caught up with the man, her pace fastened. “Think you can train me soon?” the question was accompanied with a bright, and wide grin, plastering on her face delightfully – though, upon another inspection of the gun, she was abruptly reminded by something. “Hey, you said that weapon of yours was from 4011… seriously? how the hell did you get it?” [/blockquote]

[cable]

Cable laughed "yes i can train you any time but would you care for a walk. I can show you around." he walked to the door with a smile on his face She did not miss anything and she waited for just the right moment. "look around the room dose the place look a bit to advanced for this time" the doors hissed open and he strolled threw them in to the hall way.

He started to walk knowing she would follow. A few people walked passed cable and greeted them all by name. he walked out side in to the sunshine and there were kids playing. One of them saw Cable and ran towards him throwing his arms around the large man. The boy spoke "able i drew you this." the boy pulled out a badly drawn picture.

cable looked at it he could not tell what it was and so he looked at the boy his thoughts were clear it was meant to be a picture of cable. "James this is a lovely picture of me. Thank you so much." he placed the boy down. "now go play with your friends. " he waved to the mothers who were watching. he turned back to Aubrey with a grin on his face. "you see this is a place for every one no mater race gender. we do not judge at all."

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Her smile escalated to another notch, expression now brightening like a bulb – a chance to inspect the place even more, how wonderful. Lips pressed against each other in order to conceal a threatening, enthuistic squeal, she proceeded by nodding her head rapidly in agreement. “Sure! Thanks, Cable,” her small feet almost appeared as if they were jiggling around, dancing an abstract dance, the child-like excitement was nearly unbearable. Pressing fingers tight on her palms, the pyrokinetic attempted to maintain her cool and composure as she strolled alongside the man, eyes unmoving as they viewed the door sliding open. “The future,” the statement’s note was akin to a coo. “You’re from the future,” her voice-volume was subdued and lowered, down to a mere whisper as if she were speaking to only herself, but its awed expression remained clear. She felt like a young child being abruptly brought into a complete wonderland. It was that exciting.

She followed the man’s trail, gaze adverting back and forth toward every sections and corners, her lips quirking into a polite smile everytime one of the residents crossed their path. Cable’s interaction with the little, seemingly energetic boy was endearing. Chuckles escaped out of her lips as she admired the drawing the young child had made. “That’s cute,” she teased, playfulness spewing along with her remark, her one arm moving to nudge him on his shoulder. Her smile remained upon hearing Cable’s statement. “This place is incredible,” the blonde complimented, “it’s so… friendly, and welcoming, and peaceful. I wish our state was like this,” there was a sigh of exasperation – it was so different from New York, where most mutants preferred to conceal themselves, pressured by some humans and evil-like beings’ constant impudences.

“Great job, Cable,” another chuckle, she inched closer and jokingly patted the man’s back. “They do seem to really enjoy having you around as well. Lucky them, having such a protective and not to mention awesome landlord,” the blonde grinned, arms stretching back aside. “So, shall we continue our tour?”

[cable]

he looked at her "why not what is stopping it from being like this? The people here are here because they wanted to change there world. So they did simple. every one is happy here because they have what the want. there is no debit on the island no unemployment and no crime. As for protection we don't need it the island works and keeps its self to its self. Yes we have defenses if we need them and any one who lives here will defend it if they have to.

Its an old fashioned community with hi tech toys. I pull my part like every one else. I am not a leader that sits in his palace and give orders. I farm, help with repairs even teach otehrs to use the tech around here. They are my equals in all respects." he smiled at her again it was clear that he did not have to sell this idea to her at all. he walked along a street.

"most of the houses on this street are used as places of worship we have most religions here and all of them have a temple on this street." he walked along as people move din to building greeting neighborers as they whent about there daily tasks. "every one helps and is nice to every one else it works we shown it so why could america or the rest of the world be like this?"

He had a plan and this island was the start soon people would end up moving to other country's and hopefully start to shape community to be like this in 1,000 years or so the world could be a utopia of equality.