Playiing With The Mind Rp

Simon's Estate, Massachuets 

Upper East Side, Manhattan, NYC

 It was the perfect time for something to go wrong. James could sense the serenity and peace in Manhattan. Even though the events of the Repopulation Fair had occurred only some time ago the people were returning to normal. They were working together to rebuild the recently un-submerged New York City. The chaos and anarchy created by Mighty Magneto was now dissipating, and more residents were flooding into the city. Construction was in the works everywhere. Even James' condominium couldn't escape the reconstruction. His first and second floors were being rewired for electricity, and the pipes in his walls were being replaced for better durability. James felt better about New York City, its well fare was no longer an issue. The issue was really when the next catastrophe would happen. New York had become a hotspot for destruction, and it was James' responsibility to cool it down. 
 
 James lay in his bed, his WAL communicator placed on a desk next to his desk. It was nine o'clock, early for him to turn in, but James had a busy day ahead of him. Although  eighteen he was expected to speak on the previous attack for all of New York to hear tomorrow morning. He needed his rest. His speech was already written, inside the drawer, next to his old visor. James was beginning to doze off when he heard the sirens. The police can handle this, James reassured himself, rolling in bed to get comfortable. Then more sirens, nearer. Ugh, James sat up in bed, his arms behind him to prop himself up. He kept his eyes closed for a moment. Then he felt it, nothing like he had ever felt before. It was a rumbling, the shaking of the very Earth. His house wilted, its foundations swaying like bamboo. James looked out of the window and realization crossed his face. An earthquake. James hopped out of bed and went to his window, he opened them to allow him real air. He could see other buildings also swaying, their meek foundations about to surrender and collapse. James raised his hands, his palms faced upwards.  
 
In the attack on New York by Magneto and his Sentinels James had uncovered a new psionic ability. This one,magnokinesis, granted him control over the magnetic fields. Henceforth, he had the power to manipulate metal, the most relevant magnets. He now utilized this ability. James closed his mind to concentrate, and then focused on all the metal within the radius of the earthquake. He was going to hold up every building he possibly could. A bolt of power shot out of his body. He discovered the radius by extracting the thoughts of the citizens around him. Strange that it's only one mile around, James thought. Natural earthquakes should have been much larger. "Just what am I dealing with", he said aloud, although he was still concentrated on the surrounding buildings. The 'natural' earthquake lasted for four minutes, and during that time James found himself in excruciating pain. His body had begun to sweat, his head was starting to hurt, and he was losing strength. Meanwhile James prayed that the earthquake would come to an end. When it finally did, he rejoiced, lowering his arms and sinking to his knees. 
 
"I-did-it," he said through several gasps of air.  
 
James raised his head after a moment to look at his work. Manhattan was still intact, and only one building had collapsed. James studied it and discovered it had been made out of wood. Shame, he thought. Probably a historic building. The Telepath however, saw something he didn't like. There were fires all around the area, and they were spreading. The sirens had come from both police cars, and fire trucks. James stood up immediately, his moral compass telling him he had no time to rest. He immediately searched for his suit, which was now blank white. It covered him from his neck all the way down to his toes. Without hesitating he put it on and then went back to the window. "Time to save the day," he blurted, flying through the window. He was capable of flight because he was making himself an opposite of the Earth, therefore propelling himself into the air.  
  

James reached the fires and knew immediately he couldn't quell them alone. He need water. A lot of water. James looked towards the firefighters feebly trying to extinguish the flames. In his vicinity there were at least ten fire-hydrants, all equipped with a a Fire Fighter-issued hose. James took a moment to think. His plan came almost instantly. The hose had a metal top, which would allow him to control them easily. James body floated into the air right after landing on the ground. He spread his arms out wide and then focused on the hoses. They left the fire fighter's hands without a fight. They floated in the air and then James began directing them. Like the head of a symphony, he guided them to excellence, his head bobbing as he did so. He began to think of music by Beethoven and it played in his head. The fires began to lower, and then were extinguished. Crowds of onlookers clapped in approval, and even the fire fighters ruefully said their thanks.  
 
James continued this for a long while, weakening his reserves. Most of the fires had been extinguished by the time he returned to the ground. By then he was rushed by reporter's, police officers, and onlookers. Some asked for his autograph, others asked what he thought was going on. The police officers made a perimeter around him, and only one reporter at a time was allowed a comment. A young man, possibly an intern, was the first. "What do you make of this Perception? Could these fires and the earthquake be coincidental." 
 
James smiled at the aspiring news reporter. "You're my age," he giggled. " I can't believe you are asking me for a comment! Priceless!" He modestly said, allowing the reporter to write down his every word. "My answer to your question would be that I do not know. I was resting when all of this happened, preparing for my speech on Ellis Island. I'm actually looking into what happened just now, right now, as we speak. I expect foul play, however."  
 
The reported bowed in appreciation, then walked off into the crowd. He disappeared in the large mass of eager reporters. The next reporter, an older lady, took out a tape recorder, and put it in James face. He smiled compassionately, and lowered the recorder a little. "What do you want to know?" he asked. 
 
"What do you know about that huge hole towards the end of the street?" 
 
"What hole?" James asked, surprised. He hadn't heard anything about it.  
 
"A huge one, north of here." 
 
"No comment," James said, pushing the tape recorder away. His body flung into the air, hovering twenty feet above the crowd. He looked north, and saw what he thought was the epicenter for all his problems.  This is where I'll get my answers,he thought. Then he began to fly north. 

Though Wonder Man did what is necessary to get the job done, He rather not have civilians dying by his hand, whether directly or indirectly. But this was no time to feel guilt nor remorse more was at stake now. He shadowed himself up above in the open environment of space, just hovering with the stars. His sense acute as he could see upper east as if he was actually standing in all the chaos and his hearing ability sharp to where he could hear the heart beat of a butterfly in Nigeria, Africa. Simon was not fool, actually very wise strategist, he was not going to run out and face the telepath head on, knowing he could possibly penetrate his mind. Not at all, Si was going to breakdown the telepaths mind to where he can't bear the psionic feedback on his brain. Sirens of the NYPD, the fire department , shaking of the earth and his own building caught the attentions of  James, making him aware on the current ongoing crisis. Watching as James came yo the balcony of his luxurious condo in bed attire, meaning he was just about to rest, perfect timing. Surprised by what was happening in the environment around him as the earth shook and a wildfire spread like an epidemic on numerous buildings most of people in them, something no Hero could ever ignore. Lifting his arms in the air, his palms facing upwards toward the sky. A surge of energy released off his body after manipulating the magnetic field to keep the buildings from collapsing while the earthquake passed. Straining as the power to sustain it was almost to much for Perceptions immature body and his mind was not as power to push boundaries beyond James' limit without hurting or killing him. After the shaking ceased and the building structures were still in place and were standing, James fell down on one knee as his breathe picked up and got heavier. "I..did..it" He said as he inhaled deep breathe but as he looked on he saw one of the buildings collapsed for it was constructed from a wooden frame. Firefighters rushed over to it, calling over the ambulance before moving chunks of wooden in case of any survivors. But none were found, seven dead, a firefighter took off his helmet as he saw a little boy that reminded him of his own before calling over paramedic to take the deceased. 
 
It wasn't over just yet, as Perception saw other buildings being ate by a wildfire. Quickly he changed into his spandex costume, one leg at a time like all heroes before soaring out the window to deal with the inferno. Williams folded his arms as he watch like a hawk on Perception, knowing he was his prey. As he stalked him above, he was thinking about another strategy to break down James even more as he trailed Chrysander. When James got to the flames, he witness that this was not a task he could handle by himself but assistance was at hand as he saw firefighter shooting their fire hose. Again using his magnetism abilities, even though it took a while he managed to kill the flaming beast from further rampage. Before he could leave the scene he was rushed by reporters, typically hero crap. An older women from out of the bandwagon of people went up to Perception placing a tape recorder to his mouth.  "What do you want to know?" the young savior asked. 
 
"What do you know about that huge hole towards the end of the street?" 
 
"What hole?" he asked, not knowing about the hole where earth's core was breached and the earthquake started from. 
 
"A huge one, north of here." 
 
"No comment," Perception finished off with as he stepped away from the woman and took off north. Si smiled as James was getting closer but he wasn't going to just let him get close to him yet no way, there was more Williams had to do before allowing James to catch up to him and engage him in battle. After hearing about the speech he was going to do on Ellis Island, the Metallic Ravager thought up another plot and this time was going to be a little more difficult than the last. Within two minutes, Williams made him to way to earth and within five more minutes, he was entering his estate. Making his way to the elevator not acknowledging the presence of the maids in the living room watching weeds and eating dorritos. Going down to his chambers, he went over to his fridge taking a coor lights from it, twisting off the top and gulping down the refreshingly cold beer before taking a seat in his computer chair. "CNN News channel." "Right away sir." ATOM answered. Before a 72' inches hd flatscreen emerge from the right wall from his desk and mini ATOM computer was. The more powerful version that was connected to his well body was on his floor the six, being able to control and program it from miles away. The news came on, the late night reporters two mid age females were talking about the incident Si caused earlier, showing photographs and families mourning for the lost. Also showing the glorious Peception saving the day. Williams watched and studied his move how he move his magnetism power as he had the video of Perception in action on the ATOM computer took from the clip shown on the news. After sitting and watching the video for about thirty minutes in absolute silence, He got up from the chair and enter the elevator. Taking it up to his floor and going straight to his bedroom. He went out on his balcony and watched the stars in the sky, so he longed to return to Pluxia and tear the spine from Atlas' back and once again by the King of Pluxia. But all into good time, all good things come to those we patients and he was going to use the time to test him. As he stood there, he pondered his mind with thoughts thinking about a effective strategy to use on Perception tomorrow at his big speech, Lady Liberty was going to get a visit from Simon. 

James looked below in disbelief. What the reporter had said was more than true. However, the description had been much too deceiving. There was a large, almost bottomless pit in the middle of a crowded street in Manhattan. As James peered down, encircled by darkness, he could visually see light at the bottom. However, it wasn't normal light, it was the reflection of lava. The reflection of molten, searing heat. Whatever had caused this to happen here had dug down farther then the crust. This pit had almost breached the outer core. It wasn't a natural thing, James discovered. It was a perfect center, not a crack that earthquakes would create. No, this pit was artificial. Somebody had made this. James continued to observe the large pit, walking around its edges. NYPD officers and officials had quickly quarantined the area off, encircling it in yellow tape and large blocks of cement. No one was allowed to get within fifty yards of the circle, for safety measures. Luckily for James, an NYPD spokesperson was taking the brunt of the news reporters as he examined the scene. They were attacking her like hungry, vicious animals.  
 
The Telepath rubbed his chin. He didn't know what to think of all of this. There was something definitely wrong, but he couldn't quite place it yet. He crouched down and grabbed some of the cement around the perimeter of the circle. It had clearly been pulverized, as all he could grab were sand grains. This is strange, he thought. However, the looming importance of tomorrow remained steadfastly in his mind. Plus, this night's disasters seemed to have been remedied. It had been nearly an hour since the earthquake and fires, and there was no indication of any other catastrophe to come. It was time to rest, and prepare for tomorrow. If not at least, prepared for another disaster. James stood up, finished with studying the area. He rose into the air, his body turning into the polar opposite of the ground below. Then he silently floated off, avoiding the hounding news reporters and cameras. 
 
Something was going to happen, he could just feel it. 
 

Nellis Island, New York City

8 hours later

12 Noon, Ellis Island