Sally stood atop a police car, megaphone in hand, leading her crowd in chants. There were people from all walks of life here. Not just mutants. It seemed as if the entire gamut of the progressive movement had turned up in one way or another. Right down to the professional protesters of Empire State University.
Some of them didn’t even know the depth of the case were supporting. That was for the best. Get moderate mutants involved, with a rumour like this one of medical mistreatment. Show them that it’s not just one mutant suffering. Expose them to the reality of the situation. The hanger-on humans were simply useful idiots at this point. They were increasing the audience, priding themselves as being on the right side of history, but would they accept their obsolescence? Would they hell.
She saw some movement out of the corner of her eye. An entourage of suits. Maybe they’d be able to get some hospital boss on camera, challenge him on mutant rights abuses. Didn’t matter if it was true or not. Nobody would believe his denials.
That was no hospital boss. That was Tony Stark. Sally broke off her chant, whirling to turn her megaphone on him. “Oh, look at the superhero!” Some of the crowd began booing. Yelling insults at Stark for his arms dealer history. “You trying to soothe your conscience, allying yourself with these criminals! That make you feel at home?”
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SALLY STEVENS // THE RADICALISER // ESU STUDENT
Were you born in a cave now?
Do you live in a cage now?
If you burst into flame now
Will they call you a human being?
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Mystique opened her laptop, logging into the social media profiles of one of her many online aliases. She’d been around in this era long enough to add computer science to her ever-expanding list of degrees. Even the likes of SHIELD would have difficulty breaking through her cyber defences.
The missing mutants, and the inaction on rescuing them, had created the perfect storm for her plans to come to fruition. The human ‘heroes’ had become distracted by their petty human affairs. Bank robberies and artefacts and the rest of it. The perfect grievance. A justified one. Playing on the fears of mutants around the country. And then directing them towards someone that cared. Someone who’d do something about it.
She took the form she’d chosen for this particular alias, setting the webcam to record.
Hi guys! Sorry in advance for getting all super serious on you, but I’ve been doing some thinking lately...and this really matters to me, you know? It’s just...nobody really cares about me. I’m not having a millennial tantrum or whatever the boomers say. It’s just...Mom and Dad never really supported me being a mutant. They didn’t kick me out of the house or anything like that...but I can tell that something’s changed. I’m not gonna hurt anyone by teleporting. They should be happy I’ll always get home safe, right?
I heard online about these missing mutants. Other people’s kids who nobody cared about. When a white little human girl goes missing, it’s all Amber Alerts and social media outcries. We should all have that! Mutants don’t get that. When you search for information, it’s only the Brotherhood of Mutants who post about it. They’re the only ones who really stand up for us! None of the human heroes can ever really understand. And the X-Men? It looks like they don’t do anything that challenges human privilege.
I don’t like the way things are, and I don’t have big-super-level powers, but I can use my voice and my social media accounts.
Thanks for listening, guys! If you feel how I feel, message me and I’ll add you to a group chat! I feel like we can really do something here!
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mightiestfightiest:
“Oh, thanks,” Carol cheerfully responded with a smile. “Yours is cute too.”
“We should totally take a selfie! As long as my ears fit in the frame. Angles matter.”
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thesouthernrogue:
“….”
“Thank yah. Ah’m still gonna pretend Ah didn’t hear yah talk like that though.”
“Oh come on, it’s a party, isn’t it? Don’t be such a killjoy!” She giggles. “Have a drink!”
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divinely-paired:
“Oh – thanks! So is your’s.”
“You look like a real angel, babe. I’d love to know your skincare routine.”
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morlockcal:
“That would be a fitting description. No catch. They took some of mine and I want them back.”
“Well, seems like our priorities are in line. We need to free our people.”
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thesouthernrogue:
“From experience: that is definitely a thing they say. Kinda weird tah hear from you though.”
“I’m under deep cover, honey. It was like learning yet another whole new language.”
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thesouthernrogue:
“He can be a bit…hands off.” Rogue sighed, leaning back slightly. “An’ Ah’ve known how yah think of him since before Ah ever left yah, but regardless of allegiances, Ah’m just tryin’ tah do mah job an’ help these kids how Ah can.”
“Regardless of allegiances, I think we can agree right now that the only way to help these kids is taking a much more hands-on approach. Can’t we?”
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“Oh my goooooood! Your costume’s soooooo cute!”
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thesouthernrogue:
Maybe. Or maybe Ah’m just finally gettin’ a little bit less stubborn and confrontational.
“One person’s ‘less confrontational’ is another person’s ‘more of a pushover’, but, you know, go off, I guess - as the kids say these days.”
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thesouthernrogue:
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Rogue: Right. Fine. You are.
Rogue: No time for me to argue right now.
Mystique: Good.
Mystique: Call me back when you find time for your mother.
Text: Rogue ➡️ Mystique
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thesouthernrogue:
“Ah can believe it, Momma. Trust me. Ah ain’t sure what exactly yah think Xavier is payin’ me for, but Ah hear plenty o’ the same stories day in an’ day out.”
“Oh, Xavier! Don’t get me started on Xavier! It’s all fine and well to tackle the symptoms, but he doesn’t have the guts to fight the disease!”
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morlockcal:
“Not sure I’d call what I can offer an army, but I have a bunch of mutants, most of whom really do not like outsiders, that would likely be willing to help.”
“That sounds a lot like a small army to me. They don’t have to be well trained. Just exceptionally violent, which I suspect is the case. Where’s the catch?”
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ironrand:
“Nope, just ingestion! No promises; though, the autopsy might reveal it was the boredom, not the cilantro.”
“That’s me. Not that the look thing doesn’t sound swell, but tips are probably the safest way to go. Don’t want to break poor server guy’s heart over there.”
“Well, I’m not a doctor but I’m certainly not boring.”
“I could pay him too, to be honest. Safe is boring. I’d say I’m surprised you don’t recognise me, but I heard you went off the radar for a while.”
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ironrand:
“…huh. I just realized how this looks to an outside perspective. I swear to god, I have not been sniffing this h’orderve for the past ten minutes ‘cause I’m just that weird.
“See, I’ve got a cilantro allergy, and I have no idea if there’s cilantro in this, and I would ask a server except they won’t even make eye contact with me, much less talk to me. So I’m…. sniffing.”
“Wouldn’t smelling it make you, like, allergic? Ugh. Don’t die on my table.”
“Wait a second, aren’t you the guy with the business? Just give them a big tip. Problem solved. Or I could give that server man a look. I’m out of his league, duh, but it gets the job done.”
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