A Vision of the Future

[Wayne Barrister]

It was a warm day in New York City. At least it would be were Marlin able to understand the concept anymore. He lay on a street somewhere, wrapped in his coat and newspaper, staring at the people as they walked past.

It had been almost thirty years since his powers manifested, thirty years of almost pure hell and terror. He saw visions as each man and woman passed, some beautiful, others terrifying, others so confusing he'd never make sense of them. But it wasn't all bad, at least he was still alive...at least that's what everyone seemed to tell him, unsure if he truly comprehended.

[Phoenix]

Jean sighed, looking up at the sky, the little of it that was visible above teh countless skyscrapers. She, never was quite teh fan of big cities, loud, obnoxious, chaotic... and, if one lets their power from under their control, for even a mare moment... all can go to waste... or in her case... well... smitherines, no doubt, including herself. Yet... if her powers were kept in check, all would be fine.

The redheaded woman has taken teh day off, to relax, and visit some museums, perhaps a cafe or too... Simply, to be away from the institute. Everyone tehre, could use an occasional day off. So, far, her's has been going great... that is, untill she was begining to feel another mutant near by... who's mind, seemed to be screaming out for her to read, no matter how much she tried to avoid it. Giving up, she slowly made her way to the source of the disterbance, trying to keep the mindreading and sencing at teh lowest level possible.

[thecomissar]

Jacon was sitting near Marlin. His hair all dirty and touseled. The young boy had a full length coat on that seemed to cover his hands. Out of the one sleeve he held a beat up metal cup. The truth was the cup was in fact his right hand. He rattled around some changes in the cup, looking at the people groung up and down the street. He was the least marred of the Morlocks, at least of the lucid ones. The fourteen year old boy usually stole or begged.

He saw everyone, he had to. If anyone decided him or Marlin were a problem then he would have to get the old man to move, and fast. Although he also was looking for whales. A beautiful red-head came around the corner. Young men always had bleeding hearts. He stands up and watches her walk.

[Wayne Barrister]

Marlin suddenly sat up as Jean walked nearer and nearer to the two other mutants, his mind seemingly going crazy with pictures and sounds.

"Fire...fire and fire...swimming in the sun...no no no no...water water everywhere but not a drop to drink."

He suddenly looks at Jacob.

"Blood in the sand...or the stone, don't know which is which anymore..."

[Phoenix]

Jean paused, as she aproached them, her eyes quickly scanning over the two. They both were mutants... taht much she could tell with no trouble... Yet... she could also tell that there was something off between the the man and child... that is, other then being out here... The man, startled her a bit, as he sat up, once she stood only a couple of feet away from them.

His voice caused her to be weary... or rather his words did. Non of which made sence, yet the sentences seemed to be caused by her presence... Deciding the two to talk it out, Jean, slowly moved past them, keeping an eye on teh two, for she was now curious.

[thecomissar]

In a flash Jacob is next to Marlin, not just listening to him. Very few people put any stock in his ramblings, but Jacob thought some of them had come true before. That means that they could again. He had forgotten about the woman already. He had learnt a long time ago that asking questions sometimes at least helped the man calm down. Of course now his hands, shining like mithril, were visible. The cup was still there and jangled with change, the other hand which was on Marlin's shoulder was a tube of the same metal. Both of which disapeared into his jacket.
"What color is the sandstone Marlin?"

[The Envoy]

Marlin just shakes his head, "No no no, no stone made of sand..."

As Jean starts to walk by, suddenly Marlin lashes out again, grabbing her by the arm, hard. He doesn't let go, but looks her straight in the eye.

"The phoenix...from the ashes."

[Phoenix]

Jean yelped a little, as the man grabbed her, causing her instinct to kick in, as she raised her other hand, causing him to be pushed away from her, not violently, but enough to put a distance between them... but his words... caught her attention at once. No one should know about the phoenix... no one outside of XMen at least... yet... there he was...

"I'm sorry, sir... what are you talking about?" Jean asked calmly... trying to maintain her posture, and currently calm phesic.

[thecomissar]

"uhhh ummmm."
The dirty little boy looks left and right multiple times like a scared rabit. The he looks up at Jean with giant scared eyes. He tugs at Marlin's sleeve a little.
"Huh? Oh n...n...nothing. He just, is umm the heat! The sun is getting to him. Being such a warm day and all no?"
His voice squeaks at the end of that sentence.