The Fate Of Mutant Kind


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Summary: Eris and Mary discuss the future of the mutant race. Marcus pops in to share his two cents.

Date: May 29, 2009

The Fate of Mutant-Kind

Rating: PG 13

Abandoned Amusement Park

Darkness seems to prevail here whether night or day as long shadows ebb and twist through the abandoned place. Upon first entry into the park, one is met with a long, chain fence in which the wires had been cut away at some point by someone, and allowing entrance into the place. Past the cut fence lies an old, rundown ticket booth. The ancient wood cracked and chipped in several places as a few stray old ticket stubs litter the ground around it. Some graffiti is tagged on to the booth of various gang symbols and 'decorations' that serve as a warning within the more dangerous motif of the place. The park itself is large and houses many attractions that once a long time ago served as a hot entertainment spot for this part of the city, though now only lies in desolation and ruin.

The ground is littered with various debris as well as some forms of used paraphanalia. A few needles, condoms, used drug bags and trash stain the floor here and there. Within the park are several rotting attractions. An old coaster, once roaring with screams of fright and enjoyment, now lies dead and silent upon its track. A few more rides reside within the park dotting here and there, though all now lie in an eerie quiescence within the abandoned place. For now the empty park seems to be used for other various means of enjoyment, whether it be a quiet place to bring a date for a good rumpage within the funhouse, or for a private spot for drug deals and the like. Sometimes other forms of degradation can be found here, as a few bums have taken up residence within the place for a good squatting spot. Every now and then the place is used for fights to be settled, or a meeting place for more nefarious uses.

Ah, what a creepy place. Eris has heard that this abandoned park tends to be a haven for many shady folk, including several alleged mutants. She has also heard that strange white vans have been seen at this park attempting to capture mutants. Right now, however, the park seems relatively abandoned. Most of the trouble makers seem to have moved out to the city in the chaos.

Eris walks slowly through the park, listening to the wind in the trees. There is the occasional creek of an old machine as the wind causes it to sway. She stops and kicks a can. Why can’t she ever find the people she hears about?

Mary is one of the few women who is crazy enough to stay around town. She has a knack for staying away from the places that could lead her into a bad position. Seattle's population's been decreasing, everyone leaving the chaos and anarchy that some have been causing. It's one of the darkest side of mankind, unfortunately!

As of late, Mary's been more or less lurking about, studying what's left in Seattle and trying to find some food here and there. Whatever supplies she can find will be good in this time of need. She's debating leaving Seattle soon if things don't clear up. It'd be a little bit stupid to keep wandering about.

Hands in her pockets, Mary's headed toward the old amusement park. Her instinct tells her she should stay out of the place, but she decided to come anyway. There's this eerie unatural presence about the place… Like a bunch of rapists or trouble makers would be lurking in. A place full of junkies and other people like that. As of sort, Mary is generally careful when she ventures in the park, lurking in the shadow and trying to be sure she'd be the first one to notice the other's presence.

With all of the empty space, the kick in the can causes a loud echo to resound through the amusement park, carried out by the wind. On alert, Mary decides to move closer to the source. Fortunately though, it's someone she knows — though whether or not she can be dangerous is still debatable, "Still in town?" She asks out loud once she saw Eris, to get her attention.

Eris is deep in thought, contemplating how difficult it will be to achieve her goals without power. She frowns and looks up at the sky, looks like it might rain. She hears a voice behind her and jumps slightly, how did she allow herself to be snuck up on so easily? She spins quickly to face Mary, not initially recognizing the voice. A series of large crystals erupt from the ground between herself and Mary in a defensive measure. She narrows her eyes and pears out into the darkness, seeing Mary approach. “Oh, it’s you. Yes, I have too much to do to leave this city. But why have you decided to stay?” She walks forward, toward Mary. As she approaches her crystals they crack and shatter into dust. She completely disregards them, as though they never even existed.

Unlike Eris, Mary's gaze remains on those crystals until they shatter. Her eyes stay on the dust for a few seconds, before she lifts her eyes up to meet Eris' eyes. "If things continue, I'll be leaving soon anyhow. Seattle's become hostile territory now. It's chaotic and dangerous, not to mention the worse of people might come out of nowhere and attack you, just for the hell of it," She says. Mary tilts her head to one side and she says, "It's not really wise to wander about in times like this.. Even for someone who can cause spikes of quartz erupt from the ground.." Mary shrugs and asks, "What's so important that you need to risk your life here anyway?"

Eris follows Mary’s gaze to the crystal dust. She turns back and shrugs. “That is not the only defense I have.” She does not elaborate on this. “And yes, it is a bit dangerous here, but I have been thinking lately about what others have said about my views.” She sighs. “People are right, I can never achieve mutant equality by being as harsh as I have been, and I have seen that same harshness in other mutants around this town, especially now that the law basically no longer exists.” Eris shakes her head. “I am trying to find other mutants, I suppose. Others who are as frustrated with the inequality that we face as I am…” There is the sound of laughter a short ways off. It seems that a group of college age kids are approaching from the south.

Hearing the laughter from a distance, Mary glances over in the direction of the kids. Call it a habit due to her previous jobs, but Mary remains fairly alert. She keeps a side-glance at them for a few seconds, before turning her attention back to Eris, "It's all in the way you offer it. Perhaps you shouldn't insist so much on dominating humans and putting your focus more on helping them overcome their dificulties," Mary takes a few steps forward and she lifts one hand up to rest it on Eris' shoulder, "I think we shouldn't stay out in the open like that and attract too much attention," Mary says, glancing over the college kids. After all, young persons like this, here, can only mean trouble..

The laughter gets a bit closer until the children come into view. Very young children, ranging in age from about twelve to sixteen. They all appear to be slightly drunk and are carrying bottles of alcohol. Eris gives them a glance and then looks down to Mary’s hand. “I suppose you’re right. Sometimes I see and hear things and I just want to take it out on the humans. I’m sure there are others like myself. I just need to find them so that we can focus our frustrations on a particular goal, like mutant equality.”

The children stop when they see the women. One of them points and laughs, saying something snide about lesbians. Eris smirks at the kids and materializes a small crystal spike, which she throws at the boys. She intentionally misses, but it gets the point across. Most of the kids run off the way they came, yelling something about mutants. One of them just stares at the women, he looks strangely sad. He looks down at the crystal and backs away, following his friends.

Eris glances at Mary after throwing the crystal. She noticed the attempt to stop her and smirks. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t harm a child…without very good reason.” She looks back to where they disappeared. “And yes, they really shouldn’t be out here. Maybe they’ll run back home to their families.” She can’t help but wonder about the one child who lingered. “Have they found…Do they know if there is an age at which mutations seem to manifest?” That child seemed as though he wanted to say something to them. But then Eris hears another voice. She looks up and sees Marcus. “Ah, aren’t you the one who flew away during that roller park mishap? Yes…Mishap. Not Eris stabbing someone and trying to kill a gang of kids.

Marcus listens to the respective words from both women and then replies, "Yeah, best they don't hang around here. Not safe. Too many kids will probably turn up dead or missing in the next few days or weeks. But yeah I was at the roller park… but I don't fly… at least not in the sense of what you're thinking of." He tilts his head, looking mostly at Mary, "Are you apart of the club too? Or is it just her?" A tilt of his head to Eris.

Mary shakes her head slowly and replies to Eris, "You know a lot more about those mutations than I do, I am afraid," Unfortunately, she can't provide Eris with much information. Ignoring Marcus' question, Mary folds her arms in front of her chest and she lifts her gaze up to him, "What are you doing here? Playing a vigilant around Seattle?" She asks him.

Eris frowns slightly at Mary’s reply, though she does not dwell upon it. If the power returns, she can look it up online. She looks up at Marcus again. “Well, I mean…You are able to support yourself in the air and move unhindered. I’d call that flight.” She shrugs and looks to Mary, awaiting her answer to Marcus’s question. An answer which doesn’t come. “Well someone has been protecting the city. I heard that someone killed a bunch of anti-mutant activists out on the beach. Actually, I heard I did it…But I think I would have remembered that.”

Marcus sighs, and says, "I actually saw the aftermath of that, the mutant that did it received lethal injuries, but we left it in God's hands if he lived or died. Probably died." He then shrugs, "What you saw was merely the manipulation of gravity. You might have noticed I was standing on the ceiling that day. I just reversed the gravity so up was down to me… eh." He looks to Mary and answers, "Not really. I'm powerful, but I'm no hero. But if I can help out, I'll do so."

Marcus sighs, and says, "I actually saw the aftermath of that, the mutant that did it received lethal injuries, but we left it in God's hands if he lived or died. Probably died." He then shrugs, "What you saw was merely the manipulation of gravity. You might have noticed I was standing on the ceiling that day. I just reversed the gravity so up was down to me… eh." He looks to Mary and answers, "Not really. I'm powerful, but I'm no hero. But if I can help out, I'll do so."

Eris nods as she listens to Marcus. “Ah, well I was slightly distracted by the police rushing in and the exploding ball of light, but now that you mention it I do seem to recall you being up on the ceiling for a short bit there.” Eris still does not question Mary about whether or not she has an ability. She suspects that she has a power that she is ashamed of, based on her interest in learning to control ones ability that Eris was speaking about the day before.

“Murder? How can you be certain? None of us know what went on there, maybe he was defending himself.” She shrugs. “And by killing them he may have saved countless others in the future. It’s like…Would you consider it murder to kill a Nazi? Or a member of a KKK lynch squad?” Eris shakes her head. “No. It is justice. And it is unfortunate that the mutant who stopped them died himself. They probably shot him before he retaliated.” Of course, Eris has no way of knowing this, but she is making a guess based on how she wants it to have happened.

Mary narrows her eyes and she snorts to Eris' words. She glances at her and replies, "Yes, I would consider it murder," Her intonation is stern and cold, "It is not justice. Justice delivered by one's individual is not justice. You are not the law, and no one is. There are proper ways to do things. There's nothing worse than doing things like that in the name of ideals like justice."

Mary folds her arms in front of her chest and she lifts her gaze up, "It should be left to officers of the law," Mary shrugs and she says, "It's no reason to try to act as a hero or law enforcer around, even in this time of chaos… Though if he fought a group of anti-mutant, I suppose it was self-defense," She says. Or rather, hopes so.

Eris shrugs. “Well that depends on the state of the law. If the law is as such that a certain group is not protected simply because of who they are, there is no reason to rely on them. Do you think the police of Nazi Germany had the best intentions of the people in their camps in mind? I doubt that.” She shakes her head again. “Unfortunately we live in a world where different means bad. And there are many groups who will hurt our kind if given the chance. And I doubt that the police would do much to bring those individuals to justice. But when this mutant killed them to defend himself, he did something the law may have been unwilling to do.” She shrugs her shoulders, “Sure, killing them may have been a bit overboard, but if he had just knocked them around they would have just gotten angrier and gone after a weaker mutant, and they would have taken out all of their frustrations on that one mutant. I heard that they were toating some pretty heavy weaponry.” Eris didn’t really hear that, but it makes the mutant sound more like a hero.

Mary blinks. She turns on her heels to face Eris, since Marcus has gone silent and has become a passive observer of this discussion, "I agree their might be some gray zone in the law right now, but if you want to fight for mutant rights… you have to be careful what you do. I mean, those kind of actions just give them more ammunition to make mutants sound like a threat to everyone," Mary heaves a sigh and she ends up giving a shrug, "Hard to know the right thing to do… You have to see things the way they do. You have no special powers to defend yourself… And say you know of a mutant who can suck up all the air in a hundred meter radius, wouldn't you be scared of that person?"

Eris ponders Mary’s reaction for a moment. “Fear causes terrible actions. If we do not defend ourselves, we could end up dead, in camps, in laboratories. And if he hadn’t retaliated and had been gunned down, then what? The humans probably wouldn’t be treated as heroes, but they could say something like “Oh, he had a scary power” and the world would accept it.” She sighs. “Most other civil rights movements are helped by the progression of youth. The young people in the world are more accepting of minorities…Except mutants. The college has an anti-mutant group. I’ve heard that they come here sometimes to kill mutants they find.” Eris motions around the park. “And I wouldn’t be surprised if the government and religious groups don’t start condemning mutants as well. Just look at this city. Do you think what happened here was intentional? No. Do you think the rest of the world will care? Of course not. They’ll want the mutant who caused this to be locked away or killed.

Eris shakes her head. “But it wasn’t that mutant’s fault. It was an accident. If you let them arrest her for this, then what? They’ll arrest all of us in an attempt to protect people. Sort of an ‘Well you CAN make sharp crystals, so well arrest you before you can do anything bad’ sort of scenario. If they arrest that girl before she’s able to cause another accident, then you have the courts acting on hypothetical possibilities, and that’s never good.”

@emit %r%r%t Eris smirks. “An institution? Like a camp? Where we can concentrate on using our powers more effectively? Oh course! We’ll call them ‘Concentration Camps’. I’m sure they’ll work out just fine and won’t be a target for anti mutant activists who want to take out large numbers of us at one time. I’m sure there won’t also be frequent ‘accidents’ at these places where one mutant causes everyone inside to spontaneously die.” Eris shakes her head. “I’ve worked for the government, and I’ve learned not to trust it.” She begins to walk with Mary. “Eh, if anyone attacked us I’m sure I could handle it.”%r%r

Mary arches a brow, a smile curling on her lips, "I'm sure you could, but might as well not tempt the devil." Mary listens to Eris' arguments and she offers her a shrug. "You're probably right… Though you have a better solution to offer?" She asks, "Something needs to be done for those who can't control themselves, they are responsable of their actions," Mary glances around at the various broken attractions that adorns the park.

Eris shrugs. “I don’t know, but I’d trust having a mutant train them to having a human do it. I’d say give the mutants their own city, but we’d be attacked in an instant. And if you let a mutant train the other mutants, the humans would claim we were trying to build an army. If the humans had their way, they’d determine we were too dangerous and they’d kill us all. Politicians may lock us away or say they were locking us away, but in truth it would be easier on them if they killed us all.%r%r

"Dead end," Mary says with a soft chuckle. She arches a brow and glances over to Eris, "Looks like we're stuck, eh?" She gives a shrug and then adds, "Anyway, I wouldn't let such injustice happens… And I am sure no one would either…" She says, "If such things were to truly happen, mutants would rebel, the truth would come out and those politicians would surely fall, I am sure…" Mary says with a nod.

Eris shakes her head. “I am not so sure. The government would convince people that it was in the best interest of the world if we were killed off. The Nazi’s convinced their country that a group of people needed to be killed because of their religion. No one rebelled in Germany. Here we have people who are capable of knocking out the power in the city. I’ve heard of mutants who can manipulate the elements and we’ve got one who can reverse gravity. It’ll be allot easier to convince this country, with all of its fanatics and fundamentalists, that the mutants need to be dealt with.

Mary hums softly and stroke her chin idly, "Perhaps… But then again, what would you do? I don't think doing just the same as they would to mutants is an acceptable solution either," Mary shrugs and she lifts her gaze upward, "Ah, it's those sort of things that makes you feel so powerless, no?"

Eris looks at Mary, her expression dark. "Taking out select individuals because they intend to wipe out an entire group of people is not the same as taking out an entire group of people because they are different from yourself." She continues forward. "We're talking about people who would kill and enslave us for no reason. Killing those select individuals is not the same. As I said, it would be like killing Hitler. If someone were to have killed Hitler, would that have made them as evil as he was?"

Mary bites her lips, lowering her gaze at the thought, "The thing is, now that we know, it's different. Though you can't act on presumption that they would do such a thing," Mary says with a snort. She glances over to Eris and then adds, "If you had evidence that they would indeed try such a thing, I'd be the first to fight against it," Mary admits.

Eris gives Mary a faint smile. “Well, when the war comes, I’ll come looking for you. And trust me, it is coming. I wouldn’t be surprised if it hasn’t already broken out. The government may see this power outage as an act of terrorism. They may have already started arresting mutants outside of the radius.” She sighs. “But I should probably start heading someplace more protected before it gets too dark to navigate.”

With a slow nod of her head, Mary simply answers, "I guess we'll see how things unfold in the future…" She bites her lips and nods to Eris, "Yes, we should.. It's not wise to wander around at times like this," Mary turns around on her heels, lowering her gaze for a moment, and then back at Eris, "Though I hope you're wrong about all of this…"

Eris does not turn back to face Mary. “Oh I hope I’m wrong, too. Unfortunately, I don’t think I am.” She starts off to the South, toward her hotel room. The manager seems to have disappeared, but she’s still got the key, and it’s someplace to sleep. She holds up a hand without turning back. “See ya around, hopefully. Watch out for the anti-mutants.”

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