@anthony_stark: who's your VP? i mean i want to know if someone kills you will we be worse off than we were before?
I'll reveal soon.
@pyrogram: cool cool (if theres something you dont like or wrong let me know and ill edit it, but i think i followed all the rules)
Zane stepped out of the bus and looked at the White House "So Beautiful" he thought as he started walking in towards the special entrance for visitors. "and wow the security has been stepped up. My TTK tells me there is several defenses that are on the grounds, but are hidden to the Naked Eye. Either the new President is afraid of something or he really wants to be safe" he tugged at his Trench Coat as he entered the House. He signed in for the next tour and took a look around "even the inside of this place is loaded with hidden security measures" He sat down patiently and waited for the tour guide.
when everyone checked in and the guide was ready, Zane quickly made his way to the front of the group not wanting to miss anything. He saw the Christmas decorations being set up "well at least Stark like Christmas" He saw all the Presidential pictures that were to be included in the White House. Then the Guide brought them to the newest Commander and Chief's picture, Mr. Anthony Stark, the supposed "Hero", but Zane had his doubts that Stark was the hero everyone made him out to be. Zane asked the guide "What are the chances of seeing Mr. Stark while we are on the tour. As a mutant i would love to know what his stance is towards Mutant Rights." The Guide paused for a moment and everyone looked at him differently, as if he was no longer human and more of an alien species. The Guide finally answered "Mr. Stark is a fairly busy man and it is very rare to see him out and about." Zane asked again "how would i meet with Mr.Stark?" The Guide looked at him again "Look mutie, Stark has got more important things to worry about than you. Just let it go son." Zane was really starting to worry "no doubt at least one camera has picked up on me, and no doubt Security has been alerted that there is a Mutant on the premises, and all i wanted was to meet Mr. Stark and ask him one question." As the Guide moved on Zane fell to the back of the group, because no one wanted to be near the Mutant.
@quintus_knightfall: Not too sure, this seemed pretty blatant.
no doubt Security has been alerted that there is a Mutant on the premises,
But regardless, it don't really mean much, just a personal thing.
@zane_horn it was actually a good post which did keep me reading, I'll reply tomorrow.
@pyrogram: Yeah but look how he set it up, a squabble with a security guard before hand, invasive questioning about Stark's feelings on mutants, demanding a meeting, and then its his IC perception that Stark was alerted cause he was a mutant. Doesnt mean its true. I understand though, we all know your Prez reign is gonna be short and the pressure must be eating you up lol
It's not actually true. I don't feel pressured by it. Why would I?
Yeah but look how he set it up, a squabble with a security guard before hand, invasive questioning about Stark's feelings on mutants, demanding a meeting, and then its his IC perception that Stark was alerted cause he was a mutant. Doesnt mean its true. I understand though, we all know your Prez reign is gonna be short and the pressure must be eating you up lol
If the thing had said "no doubt Security has been alerted that there is a black guy on the premises," things would have been perceived differently.
If what you're saying was true, it would have said "no doubt Security has been alerted that there is a dangerous person on the premises" as segregating human and mutant does not make sense considering this Stark has never shown confliction (or even, the past Stark) with the mutant community.
Quietly sitting in his office, quickly typing up a few notes upon his laptop as only the tiny tapping sounds of the buttons being pressed could be heard echoing around the room, an alert popped up on his screen advising him of a possibly dangerous mutant roaming around with the habitual tour groups which were destined to forever haunt each and every president. Standing up, placing his palm onto the laptop before shutting it, Stark advised his own personal security guard to personally escort Stark to Zane, wanting to meet this possible danger before it got out of hand. A short while later and the President had arrived, walking towards the tour group with an open smile of secretive disdain, he spoke. "Welcome to the White House, I am assured you have all been treated well?" Flashing a fake smile, "Now if any of you wanted a personal interview, now is your time. I have a free 20 minutes," Turning around, he casually gestured for them to follow, "Follow me, please".
Dex swaggered through the decadent halls dressed to the nines in his newly purchased attire, his visit was unexpected but not unwelcome, at least to the currently comatose guards surrounding his fathers new residence. He had heavily amplified his natural abilities and gifts the past few months, toying and tinkering with chips and hard drives, downloading enough information to fry a regular human brain a thousand times over but Dex's was no ordinary brain, it had evolved beyond the simple control of his body and retention of information but even he had yet to test it's true limits.
He walks purposely through the headache inducingly white hallways, brushing off secret service agents like flies as they try to stop him. He approaches the door to the oval office and twists the door handle without lifting a finger, the door slides open "I thought you were dead" he nonchalantly announces to his 'father', he glances over his fathers desk and pulls out a chair with nothing but a thought "Let's catch up"
Watching his sons dramatic entrance on his security camera's forsaking the need to summon anybody to deal with his nuisance. Calmly calling a squad of mutant agents to deal with the over abundance of injured servicemen. Lifting up his eyes as his son entered the room, Stark smiled a sinister smile. "Everybody thought I was dead," He ushered his son as seat, although he had already taken one himself. "Let's cut to the chase. What do you want?" He questioned, never having a strong bond with his son...Yet.
@zane_horn: Quietly standing in the near center of the group, David casually followed dressed with a suit and a baseball cap proudly supporting the U.S flag; but just for safety, a silver haired wig was caught firmly under the cap. David, now being called Frank, continued with the group. Quietly the mutant followed with the quiet whispers of awe and the small talk between conversations. As they passed through the formal parlor room a grand tapestry of the very first head-of-state George Washington, was hung on the wall. "Dang, imagine how much that woul-" David suddenly caught himself short as he came to the sudden realization that there were probably recorders set up somewhere in the room. Nudging the old folk sitting on the parallel ton him he slapped his knee as he chucked, "Imagine how that would look on a wall eh?" Quietly laughing to himself and the old couple ahead he continued staring around the halls marking off easy targets to grab off the shelves with the glimmer of a their bouncing in his eye.
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