Snippet #1582209

"Well Spook, by your observation abilities and you think about it, the only one with anything read attached to them and is producing an odd amount of heat much like the bird of legend, the phoenix, I am Phoenix."

"I just needed to be sure, that's all. If I was tricked and this was all a set-up by those Mutant Hunters, I... Well, let's just say that I have had some sort of a... 'history' with them. That and they were the ones who killed me. Can't forget that, of course." Spook kept his excitement well-contained. So this was Phoenix. Admittedly, he was expecting something a little grander, but she was well-known among the Mutant community and nothing short of a local hero. Still feeling a little hungry, Spook rummaged around in his satchel for something to eat, finding a small segment of copper pipe moments later with a satisfied smile. Sitting down next to a guy who was swamped in blankets, he started eating the pipe, easily chewing through the metal.

When Spook finished his... meal, he eyed the male with an air of slight curiosity, eventually sticking out his hand for a handshake. He might as well make a friend or two while he was here. Maybe he could even stay here at Phoenix's place. This happy train of thought continued until he heard a voice...

"All Hail Lord Imperator, leader of the revolution, overthrower of the humans, the one who shall lead us to victory."

"Ugh. Not that guy. I sure wish that he gets his hail... in the size of golf balls raining down upon his stupid head," muttered Spook with obvious resentment. He'd heard of failed revolutions led by some nutcase who gave himself that title. This Imperator had a lot to answer for, leading a lot of good Mutants to their deaths like that...