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McFassy Fortnight / Sylum Events0

McFassy Fortnight: Q&A Reminder

Coming this September McFassy Fortnight!

We’re taking questions until August 15th!!

So far we’ve got a few! Come on guys do I have to beg each time we do this?

Paul Mallory (as seen above)

Brandon Sullivan

Erik Lehnsherr

Quintus Dias

Callum Lynch

Agular de Nerha

Harry Hole

Craterus

If you remember from 7 Characters in 7 Weeks we showcased David and hinted at Walter … if you know Prometheus or Alien Covenant you’ll know where those two come from (if you want to add questions for them feel free)

And since this is combined with McAvoy – don’t forget to ask questions for his characters also.

Master David

Charles Evan

Charles Deacon

David Percival (as seen below)

PS – these are the ones we’ve already introduced … *evil cackle*

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Special Thanks!

I just wanted to do a special post to give a Thanks to Sylum’s Resident Taibhrigh!

The amount of work done for the wiki, banners, and my random requests of random has been amazing.  As always the work is extraordinary and the artwork beautiful!

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Character Introduction / Passion Kin Clan0

Sylum Inspiration: Henriette

Passin Kin Clan: Member

 

Henriette doesn’t talk about her childhood.  She grew up in Paris, and was blessed to have a benefactor in society.  She ended up working as a Magician Assistant, living a good life.  Then she met Louise Massart, and everything change.

She fell in love with her instantly.

When Louise was accused of murder, she refused to lose her and they set out to find the real murderer.  They ended up meeting Briar Rose and Snow White, who helped them prove Louise was innocent.

Afterwards the two woman knew they were meant for each other, despite what obstacles society would bring them, not only as two woman, but as a interracial couple.

Briar Rose and Snow White told them about Vampires and gave them a new option.

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Afternoon Fic1

Afternoon Fic: Save the Mutant Save the World (Part Three)

Prequel: A Single Shot

Part One

Part Two

Reminder: << >> indicates telepathic communication

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“PETER!”

Kurt looked up at his brother, and said in a singsong voice, “someone’s in trouble.”

“Just because you’re the goody toeshoes in this family.”  He looked around trying to find a place he could hide, maybe someplace in South America …  He felt the pull of the metal in his jacket. “Wish me luck!”

The young teleporter waved as Peter was yanked down the hall.  He then wandered off to find his Uncle, for storytime.

Quicksilver ended up sliding in front of his enraged father.  “Hey dad.”

“Don’t you even …”

Peter closed his mouth, and looked around hoping to find Charles.  It would seem luck was not on his side today. “So …”

“You’re mother called.”

He cringed.  “I put the records back.”

“Records?”  Erik gave him a look, one that was firmly on the side of ‘don’t lie to me, my boyfriend is a telepath and he’ll rip it out of your mind’.

“Nothing, what did she call about?”  Peter tried to sort through the many reasons his mother would call.  Over the past decade, the two had come to an understanding of how to handle Peter.  Erik trusted his mom to take care of him, and she trusted Erik to protect him.

For the past couple of years Erik had taken to upping Peter’s training, knowing he would need to learn to fight and defend his fellow Mutants.  Especially as he adopted Kurt as his little brother, and despite the sweet nature that the teleporter had, his appearance scared most people.

Well except the Catholic Priest in town, who adored him to no end.

Who knew?

Erik pulled out some Polaroids.  “It seems it’s nice weather in Los Angeles, this time of year.”

He cringed. “I went to see Sean!”  Erik’s eyes narrowed, well at least someone else would get yelled at.  “Darwin was there.”

“I will deal with them later.” He ran a hand over his face and sighed.  There were times he looked older than Peter remembered. Ever since he had that lung infection, two years ago.  There was more grey in his hair, and he swore Uncle Charles had a bit less hair. “I know you want to explore. I get it, I do.  But you just turned sixteen, and there’s been rises in Mutant disappearances. I can’t always be there.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“You’re my son.”  Erik stood and landed a hand on his shoulder.  “I would do anything to protect you. And you know how Charles feels about me hurting humans.”

Peter chuckled.  “So you’re using Uncle Charles to guilt me into staying out of trouble.”

“If it works.”

“Fine, I won’t go on any vacations without telling you.”  He shrugged, then settled into the chair. “I’m feeling a bit hyper, even more so lately.”

“Hormones.”  Erik sat across from him.  “Charles thought you might as you go through puberty.”

“I need to run.”

“Next time let us know, and we’ll work something out.”  Erik frowned when he heard the doorbell. They didn’t get a lot of visitors, and the ones who visited, rarely knocked.

“Go find your brother, stay out of sight,” he ordered.  

In a flash he was gone.

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Logan took in the gate, the plaque on the wall, and then the school.  It was exactly as he remembered it, yet completely different. The Brotherhood Headquarters that he had stumbled upon after fleeing Stryker, was intimidating.  The school was the exact same building, yet felt more welcoming.

He hesitantly opened the gates, waiting for the mind sweep, but nothing came.  Still on guard he made his way up the driveway, parked the stolen car, and as he stepped out of the vehicle he took everything in.

The grounds were meticulous, well manicured.  Nothing like the rough patches he had been used to seeing.  There were no outside training grounds, no obstacle courses.  The fence was still high, but no cameras or barbed wire. But then it was 1970’s so cameras were bulky at best, not the nice discrete ones they had before the Sentinels destroyed the place.

With a shake of his head, he rang the doorbell.

Even that was different.

After a few moments, the door creaked open to reveal a geeky kid.  He peered over his glasses, frowning at Logan. ‘What type of place was this?’

“Can I help you?” he asked.

“I’m looking for the Professor.”  Logan demanded, they didn’t have time to waste.  His instincts was telling him, his future was on the brink of being destroyed.  If they didn’t fix this now, there was no hope.

“Do you have an appointment?”  

“Look bub, I need to talk to Chuck.  This is a matter of life and death.” He pushed on the door, stepping into the building.  Everything may seem different, but it was still the same place. The Professor’s office was on the second floor, across from his rooms.  A section very few people had been allowed to venture into. If you had the misfortune of being called into his office, no one got into his private residence.

Many whispered that a ghost lived there.

He was halfway up the stairs, when he was attacked from behind.  With a grunt, he pushed back and took a swipe at his attacker, only to stumble in shock.  “Beast?”

The geeky kid, who was now rippled with blue fur, gave him a contemplative look, before going in for a second attack.  The two slammed into the ground, both growling. In a move, ironically one Beast had taught him, Logan tossed the kid upwards.  Beast snarled, as he landed in the chandelier.

Logan released his bone claws ready to get down in dirty, when a metal snake crawled up his leg, yanking him down, dragged across the room, and slammed into the wall.  He snarled at the unexpected intrusion, only to have the wall sconces melt and wrap around each of his wrists.

“What the bloody hell is going on down here?”

He knew that voice.

Logan looked up the stairs to see the Professor … with hair!  But he sure as hell wasn’t the man he knew. This Professor was softer, bright blue eyes, gentle expression, and was wearing a cardigan for god’s sake.

“He tried to break in, Professor.”

“Hank, why are you in the chandelier?” he asked.  With a sigh he waved his hand downward. “Get down from there.  And the last I checked most burglars don’t ring the doorbell.”

Hank easily landed in a low crouch.  His blue fur faded as he stood. “He says he knows you?”

Logan felt the metal tighten around his wrists.  He had no idea how Beast was doing it, though if the kid was anything like his older counterpart he was pretty damn creative and sneaky when it came to boobytraps.  “Let me down asshole.” He glared at Hank, who shrugged and glanced towards the shadows of the lobby.

“Erik.”  Charles voice softened as he came down the stairs. “This is not how we treat guests.”

Logan slid down the wall, his focus on the man who stepped out of the shadows, so this was the elusive Erik.  If there was a man who had seen war, it was him, not the two geeks he was supposedly seeking out. He was starting to understand why, Mystique told him to find him.

“Guests don’t attack those they are visiting.”  He pointed out, giving Logan a dark look. “He knew exactly where to find you Charles.  I don’t like that.”

“Erik…”  He amonished, then smiled brightly as he stepped up to Logan.  “Welcome to the Xavier School of the Gifted.”

“What the fuck happened to you?”  He felt the metal wrap around his wrist again.  

“Do I know you?”  Chuck gave Erik a side-eye.  “Let him go.”

“I don’t trust him.”

“Look bub.  You sent me here.”  Logan looked between the two men, while making sure he kept Beast in his line of sight.  At the moment it looked like Logan could break him like a twig, but he knew exactly how well Beast could fight.  “From the future.”

<<Charles?>>

<<Something is odd.  He’s not lying, that’s for sure.  But he’s not alone his mind.>>

<<Another telepath?  Emma isn’t usually this cras.>>

<<It might seem weird darling, but the other presence I’m feeling is mine.>>

Logan looked between them, it was obviously they were communicating.  The Professor – he knew – had no problem using his powers to get information, whether the person wanted to give it or not.  This one seemed to have a conscience. He rolled his eyes, this was going to suck. “Look the future is in jeopardy, and you sent me back to fix it.”

“How is it jeopardy?”  Beast asked moving next to Charles, two steps behind and one to the left.  Logan almost sighed in relief it was such a familiar view, even if the two in front of him were far from the hard bitten Generals he knew.

Erik gave Charles an all knowing look. “Let me guess, they found out that there were more Mutants than they thought, flipped their collective shit and started hunting us down.  We defended ourselves, and they declared war … destroying everything.”

“Erik!”  Charles frowned at his lover.  “I know you’re pessimistic but still!  I have a bit more faith in humans and mutants, than the two of us wouldn’t destroy the world.”

“Naive Idealist”

Logan stared at Erik, he was starting to understand what they meant now.  He smirked, then turned towards the Professor. “Sorry Chuck, he’s right.

<<See…>>

Erik gave him a second look.  “I freely admit I’m not nearly as idealistic as Charles here, but we really destroyed the earth?”

“The Sentinels did.”  

He began to explain how everything went wrong.

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Hallow Thanksmas Eve

What is this? You ask?

Hopefully, by now you’ve read The Russian Spy.  There will be a series of Timestamps coming of the variety of Clan Members and other Clans, dealing with the after affects and wanting to talk to Nico or at least get a face to face.

But … *flaily hands at title*

These talks, visits, and calls will all be through the holiday season – to a point where it will all blend.

So on that note.

Welcome to Hallow Thanksmas Eve – Sylum style.

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Sylum: Social Media

Sylum Clan: Social Media Accounts

The main one we use is Twitter.  If you have a Twitter account, you should be following us @Sylum_Clan.

The secondary one is my Tumblr.  Now the catch here is, because of a variety of reasons I’m not on that very often, and contemplating deleting it.

Many people have expressed use of Facebook, as there is still many people who use it.

So to figure this out I’m running a pole!

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Afternoon Fic1

Afternoon Fic: Save the Mutant Save the World (Part Two)


So one of the things that annoyed me (notice I said one) with Days of Future Past (Oh don’t get me wrong I loved the film) was the major plot holes that no one thought about it.

Like what happened to the plane filled with Mutants after Mystique ‘rescued’ them?  No really?  Did they just fly off into the sunset?

And I’m not even going to discuss the inability that the government could build a concrete/plastic prison for Erik in what 5 seconds?  And y’all do realize that you need metal rebar for concrete construction … right?

A Single Shot (Prequel to this story)

Part One

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Alex followed Stryker into the barracks, knowing that the guy was a) an asshole b) an asshole and c) likely going to either kill or kidnap the small group of Mutants that the army had put together to fight in this goddamn war.

He had the bad luck of having his birthday called.  Though if he was honest with himself, he was happy it hadn’t been Sean or Hank.  Neither Mutant would’ve been able to handle the horrors he had seen.

Sean was still at University of South California, by this time getting his Phd.  Charles made sure he stayed safely away from Vietnam.

Irony, Hank’s feet got him out of the war.  His birthday had been called soon after Alex’s, but he failed the physical.  Hank had laughed and cried at the irony that the government had turned him away because of his Mutation.  The one he hated all his life, only for it to save his life. Erik had sat at the Kitchen table and stared at Hank, not sure if he was offended for him for not being accepted or wanting to lecture him for wanting to get rid of it.

In the end he was thrilled that Hank was safely tucked away in the laboratories at the school.  

Darwin lived up to his namesake, and was never called up, and instead moved to Los Angeles, keeping an eye on Sean.

The school hadn’t quite taken off over the past decade.  Too many were afraid of their own Mutations. Others lost to the war.  Charles took in those he could, gave them some training or education, and then helped them find a new path.

Alex had been thankful for his friends for keeping him sane, sending him care packages from Helen.  Notes from Charles kept him going, and the years at war honed his ability to control his mutation. Letters from Erik, made him laugh and he would be forever thankful that dad had put  contingency plans into place.

He hadn’t been sure what the plans were until Azazel and Erik arrived in the middle of a firefight.  

Erik stood in the open field, holding all the bullets and grenades in mid air, as Azazel got everyone he could out.  Alex stayed until Azazel could grab him and Erik, refusing to leave without dad.

Charles would never forgive him.

They ended up two miles to the south, near one of the American bases.  Erik told him to stay out of trouble, and the two disappeared. No one questioned it, the Mutants on his squad asked if they were part of the Brotherhood, Alex nodded.  The humans on the squad were willing to accept the devil could actually be an angel.

“Sir, is there a reason you brought us here?” Alex asked, eyeing Stryker.  He remembered the boys father, didn’t like him either. He paused, when he saw the soldiers step away from the walls, guns drawn.  “It’s going to be like that I see…”

Just then Stryker’s skin shifted until standing before him was Mystique.  She took out each of the guards, with ease startling the rest of the Mutants.  Alex channeled his power through his arm and out his fist taking out the last two.

“What are you doing here?” he asked as the last guard fell.

“Saving you.”

“I don’t think so.  I’m just reaping the benefit of whatever you have planned here.”  Alex gave her look, knowing she had her own agenda. “I’m sure Erik didn’t send you.”

“No, he’s still being coddled by Charles.”

Alex sighed, the bitchiness between the two hadn’t stopped over the past decade, and it wasn’t worth the fight.  “Now what?”

“I’m hunting Trask.”  She shifted back into Stryker and headed for the door.  “He was expecting your unit at one of his labs.”

Alex stood in front of his men, who watched everything intently.  They had gotten used to weird shit happening around them. They also respected their Captain, knowing he would protect them.  Many had heard his stories of Charles and Erik, and the school they were building. Some had been curious, others scoffed. But in the end they all watched and waited.

“We will not be your sacrifice.”

She glared at him.  “I wouldn’t betray my fellow Mutants!”

“So that wasn’t you who almost got Erik killed?” he snarled.  

On a rare trip back to the states, he had gone home.  The place had been quiet … too quiet. He learned Erik was resting, recovering from a major relapse.

It was in the middle of the night over a bottle of scotch when Charles told him what happened.

Erik had stepped in to help Emma with a situation, they had discovered the government was moving soldiers who were obvious Mutants to a lab.  The few who had families, who cared enough to seek out what happened to their loved ones, were told they died in the war. She needed Erik’s help, Angel and Janus were down in South America working on a seperate mission.  

Charles tagged along, to keep an eye on Erik.  The Mutant had been sick a month prior and still had a heavy cough.  

With ease the Brotherhood had gotten into the lab, leaving Charles talking sweetly to the guards in the front, keeping them distracted.  Azazel moved the prisoners, while Emma interrogated the ‘Doctors’. Erik made sure the labs were destroyed and nothing could be gained from their experiments.  

As they were leaving, it was Mystique who had discovered there was a network of labs, all owned by Trask.  She deviated off the plan, and went into Trask’s office disguised as the man himself.

The only problem, he was in his office and sounded the alarm.

Erik yanked her out, slamming Trask against the wall.

She shifted and blended in with personal as they evacuated the facility.

Erik ended up surrounded by security guards their guns drawn.  Charles walked down the hallway, convincing everyone that Erik was harmless.  letting the two of them, escape with the rest of the staff.

When they returned to the school Charles, in a rare show of anger, yelled at her for leaving Erik behind.  He didn’t care what her attitude was about their relationship, she abandoned a fellow Mutant and a teammate.

She shrugged, and gave the excuse that Erik could control their weapons.

Charles sharply reminded her the last time he faced off against someone with a gun, he was shot.

When Erik yelled at the pair of them, he ended up in a violent coughing fit.  Charles pulled out a handkerchief and was by his side instantly. Then panicked when he saw blood soaking into the white.  He yelled for Hank, only to yelp when Dr. Gregory appeared out of nowhere. Kurt held onto the doctor’s hand pointing at his Vater, demanding help.

Gregory didn’t blink, used to the unique family, and went to work.  He took Erik out of his Charles’ arms and led him towards the bedroom, with the young teleporter holding tightly onto his Vater’s hand.

Charles turned on his sister, and in a voice calmer than anyone expected, told her to get out.  

They hadn’t spoken since.

Alex had checked on Erik before he got shipped back out.  He hadn’t seen him that pale since Cuba. Despite the underlying fear of losing someone he cared about he couldn’t help but awe at the sight of Peter and Kurt sleeping against their father’s side.

Erik may still be an asshole, but he is a good father, despite what he or others think.

It was soon after, Mystique parted ways with the Brotherhood, hell bent on going after Trask.

“I’m pretty sure, even Emma is now after your head.  There’s helping your fellow Mutants, and then there’s going rogue and getting them killed.”

“Well at least I’m doing something.” She pushed against him.  “Unlike my pathetic brother and his lover. So how many kids are they teaching, exactly?”

“Well it’s not like they’re raising yours or anything.” He stepped back, knowing she was likely to lash out.  “I’m not sending my unit to their deaths.”

“They’ll die here.”  She pointed out, glancing at the door.  “It’s not like the government is going to let you go home.”

“It’s not like you’re our only transportation out of here.”  

Mystique stepped back the moment Azazel poofed into the barracks.  He gave his once lover a look, before focusing on everyone else in the room.  “For those who want safety or just out of this hell hole, grab on. Those who want to go with beautiful yet deadly Mystique on her crusade – stay here.”

Alex stopped being surprised that a few always stayed behind.

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Sylum Inspiration: Cecil Fredericks

Sylum Clan: Member

 

Cecil grew up in the Bronx and had always been interested in history, but was never able to go to college.  As a teenager he got a job working at the National History Museum as a docent, and then as the years went by he moved to guard, and when he came close to retirement moved to night guard.

He is well learned, read everything he could get his hands on, but never formally educated.  He never married, his taste in partners wasn’t accepted by society so he decided to be a bachelor than live a lie.

He became a Chosen One not long after the Tablet of Ahkmenrah arrived at the Museum.  He ended up meeting Ahkmenrah not long after.  He then became friends with Blade, then Hannibal and now gives special tours for Cameron Poe’s kids.

He was set to retire, and was training Larry to take over his job.

Everything was good, until the Museum was robbed.  As he lay wounded he took one look at Hannibal and just rolled his eyes, of course he wanted to be Turned, truthfully he should’ve done it years ago.

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