Post #2516328 in Marvel's: The Order, a roleplay on RPG

Asbjorn's trip on the jet to New Mexico was in silence, and he barely arrived to only see his father staring intensely at him. "And just what do you think you are doing here?" Asbjorn met his gaze, yet did not meet his words for a while, intending to walk out of the landing zone before speaking. However, Director Fury was having none of it, and blocked his son from moving. A sigh, Asbjorn stared up a little to meet his father's eyes. "Astrid is more than capable of protecting one man and a small child. I am here to straighten out a few facts, as somebody felt it unnecessary to give me a level 10 clearance, yet gave my emotionally broken sister said clearance." Nick averted his lone eye from his son's face while Asbjorn stared hard at him. Even though he was pissed that he still couldn't complete clearance, it made sense: Asbjorn wasn't entirely the star operative of the S.H.I.E.L.D corporation.

The jet went silent as it finally powered down completely, so Asbjorn continued. "For starters, I was unaware of this new human experiment called Project Wideawake, and was only rudely informed as I was being yelled by Astrid, in the presence of a little child; one that apparently has the mutation to revert our mutations. Care to share a little insight to this?" Nick's brow furrowed, and gave a simple statement. "S.H.I.E.L.D isn't concerned with the petty affairs of the mundane: we operate to protect the world, and you know that better than most." It was Asbjorn's turn to narrow his eyes in annoyance at his father's obvious dodging of the question.

"Fine. But I'm going to call bullshit on the need to separate Loki from his ward as a necessary action for the world. I don't think I need to tell you how absolutely livid Astrid is right now: she is just lashing out now, and not to mention she called in Magneto." Azzy stared at his father, but motored through his shocked expression to the million dollar question: "Just what in the hell is Project Wideawake? Because Astrid is ready to wage a war against it, and I don't think I can stop her and the entire brotherhood." His voice was solemn, letting the facts sink in while his father seemed to be mulling over a few facts within his head. Before Nick could tell him anything, however, a familiar ringtone went off: Azzy's phone was going off. Grabbing it, he quickly read the caller display. Orfy? Why would she...

Without asking, he answered the call through speaker phone. "You're on speaker with Nick and Azzy, Orfy. What's up?" You're gonna want to bring Loki to Alcatraz right about now. And not to lock him up.” The whole sentence barely made any sense, but a sinking feeling began to form in his gut instantly. Without hanging up, he ran over to the jet pilot who had finally gotten himself out of the cockpit. "Get back in, and prep for a 5 minute launch. Now." The pilot stared at him confused, but dared not disagree with Azzy, whose face was becoming more stern by the second. He turned back and walked up to his father. "This conversation will have to wait: grab Loki and get your ass to Alcatrez on this jet ASAP." Nick stared at him hard, which prompted Azzy to star back just as hard. "There is a war on that little ass island - and yes, I left Astrid alone, and yes it probably wasn't a smart move on my part seeing as got jack shit out of this conversation. But don't wait up, and make sure you take Loki: seriously, don't bother showing up to Alcatrez if you don't bring him." Asbjorn turned from his father and began to walk to the edge of the landing platform, before breaking into a jog and then jumping off into the shadow below. He knew exactly where he was going, and that jet wouldn't make it in time.

Staying within the shadow, Asbjorn arrived just in time to watch his sister physically punch out Jean Grey's heart. Asbjorn watched in speechless horror as it unfolded, his sister gripping the heart as she hissed out words of venom and hatred. He couldn’t react to his sister’s unfurling wings of light as they were created: nothing was processing in his brain, only a form of pain he couldn’t describe; it felt as everything he had tried to accomplish was being ripped to shreds, piece by piece. All he felt was something snap within himself as a certain voice seemingly giggled in the background, whispering to him: Well, looks like the shit hit the fan after all! Good job at keeping your sister under control, asshole! A interior roar from Asbjorn silenced the voice, but he could tell it was still smug.

Shadowed tendrils shot out and latched onto Astro’s legs and glowing wings as a familiar voice roared from the shadows. “Is that your solution, Astrid? More war?” Asbjorn emerged completely from the shadows, his expression mixed between rage and misery. He had never wanted things to turn out this way, but it seemed that as Nexus said, his ability to guide and protect his sister was slim to none. In fact, had he ever been competent? Before, when he found her neck deep in drugs and alcohol, what had he done? He had taken her hits, her verbal abuse, and just sat there. That wasn’t protection, that was just being her stress ball.

Every step caused a fluctuation of shadows as he walked towards his sister, staring at her back with his only good eye. They seemingly spawned from his feet, spreading and feeding on existing shadows as the pool grew under foot and along walls. Azzy stopped suddenly once a good pace away, and merely stared at her back until she faced him. “Well?! Answer me, dammit! Do you want a war that badly that you would murder one of your own to start it?”

Somewhere Possibly Less Violent....

Loki, as always, was perched up quite nicely in his cell. While his need for contemplation over the young Orfelina's words had gone, he still found himself reflecting upon her reasoning for stating such a menial fact. It had been roughly 3 days, and each passing day Loki found himself annoyed with his growing trust in the girl's words. His attempts to escape, while quite ingenious for one with little to no resources, had always fallen one step short of success. There were a few that would have gotten him completely free of the establishment, only to find another layer of security that he couldn't have seen before his escape. To put it simply, his security guards were not only on a caffeine-induced stupor, but they were more than irate after these three days.

Or was it day four today? Loki could barely tell, in actuality. His last escape attempt had been roughly 15 hours ago or so, what he thought was during the morning of the third day: yet the little sunlight he had seen might have indicated otherwise. Nevertheless, the world was starting to grow dreary and dull after this imprisonment: he was truthfully missing the open sky of this ungodly rock, as at least that could be seen with some dignity.

A noise near the door caused Loki to tilt his head just barely to the left, his now unruly long hair flowing along with the motion of his head. Low and behold was the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D himself, Nick Fury. "As if the Director has decided to take time to visit a miscreant such as myself." Loki was already smiling, as if the director had entered with a few jokes about his own incompetence. However, it seemed that the director was not in the mood for Loki's antics, for he did not reply to his statement. Instead, he turned the guard. "Open his cell." The guard gave him an increduluos look, and was about to speak until Nick cut him off. "Did you see me stutter? Open the fucking cell." The guard instantly did as he was told as Loki gave Mr. Fury a mocking look. "How crude of you to open my cell on such a note. What is the occasion?"

Nick said nothing, only pulled out an electronic device and showed a small clip of video that was filmed: explosions, light bursts, and screaming all seemed to be going on in this fuzzy video, but the shapes of mutants were obvious. "Looks like someone is starting a war." His tone was flat, and Loki instantly got the possible innuendo. A smile formed as he spoke. "Terribly sorry, but I'm in here: this is your war, so you should scamper off and fight it." Nick shook his head and continued the flat tone. "Orfelina requested you personally: hell, even Asbjorn thinks you can somehow help. I don't give a damn: I want you over there now to help sort this shit out." Without a word, Nick motioned for the guard to grab Loki, and they rushed him to the jet. Before being violently thrown on the jet, Loki did get a chance to look at the daylight, and for the first time his expression changed to annoyance: it was day, which meant that roughly four days had passed. Orfelina had been right.

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