http://lehnsherr-erik.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] lehnsherr-erik.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] elseworldexiles2007-08-14 11:43 am

Watch, I can flash across the sky a lightning bolt from up on high

Just moments before they had been toasting the joining of two families to create peace. Now things have fallen into chaos with fights breaking out and a motorcycle bearing a rider wreathed in flames crashing through the window.

This is exactly what was not supposed to happen, looks like Ramon will be losing a paycheck and if anyone loses a life maybe a lot more.

Erik has stayed back from the fighting to watch the patterns for the most part. A nudge of power here and there to protect people while he and the others are encouraging normal citizens to flee to area so this can be taken care of.

Scott Summers is somewhere fighting based on the flash and sound of his optic blasts firing.

There is so much going on that it's understandable he didn't notice at first. Several hundred magnetic signatures are hard to sift through even for him but there is one missing that should be there.

"Lorna!" He looks around to confirm visually what he already knows. "WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?"

[identity profile] uneasy-rider.livejournal.com 2007-09-21 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
Ghost Rider is undeterred. There is so much evil from this man. So much blood and pain that he's ordered. Every cut Forge made burns across his skin. Every death knell lances through his superior telepathic mind. Every day of wickedness shreds his soul finer and finer. Then there are images far blacker - the twisted souls of Xavier's protegee's are laid before him. The images of a loving mutant couple and their almost normal lives - the Xavier ideal - twisted apart through his machinations. Looking into the empty socks of the Rider is to look at your soul through the eyes of the divine. Charles has profaned so much of the good in this universe on his mission.

A mission that began to protect and grow mutant kind twisted away from it's almost holy mission and has come to this place...

"This is your wrath. Your pride. How is it Professor! How does it feel to fail!"