[OPEN POST] NEW BRO'HOOD

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Characters: John, Kevin, Logan, sons a'bitches, anyone feasible.
Setting: Brotherhood HQ, Vermont.
Content: EPIC.
Status: OPEN AND READY.


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Ali! [Julian's anger and condescension and incredulity are gone in an instant, replaced with horror and worry. He moves forward, holds out a hand to help her, to fling Mortis away again - but Longshot's eye is flashing gold still, and the ice he moves over breaks - the ice from some leftover slide Bobby had used to enter the clearing a forever ago.

Julian slips, the jarring movement breaking his concentration and his head smashing hard into the ice. Yes, Julian Keller was just felled by ice. :( Stupid Longshot, stupid pussy Bobby and his stupid ice slides. Baby's taking quite a few embarrassing setbacks lately.

Still, it's enough for Longshot to break free, his spry, quick form kicking Julian's legs as he falls back - because of course it isn't enough he trips, Longshot must help his fall.

Instantly, Julian's eyes glow green, his hands encased with a telekinetic glow. He lifts himself off the ground, teeth gritted and patience worn.]

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[Longshot is hurting after falling from the tree, and the couple sharp hit's he'd taken from the Dazzler so he's moving a bit slower, he flips out his switchblade, debating whether to lunge at the telekinetic or take to the trees where he'll have a better chance staying hidden.

He shoves an elbow into Julian's solar plexus, sending Hellion flying backward, hitting a tree, shaking loose a huge quantity of snow that half-buries the kid.]

You X-men are so self-righteous. [Longshot snarls, toe catching Julian under the chin, knife slashing at Julian's uniform.] Sure, we've killed people, but so have you. [He grins, fist catching Julian across the face.] Our leader may have questionable methods, but so do yours. We're all working for Mutant Freedom. There's nothing different about us, except that you're a bunch of spoiled hypocrites pretending that you're better than us. [Longshot tosses his switch, catching it by the blade. He spits on the ground just in front of Julian.] You all deserve to die, and I'm happy to play me part.

[He pulls his arm back, whipping it easily, aiming directly at Julian's heart. His eyes doesn't flash, his confidence in his aim perhaps glossing over the fact that he's dealing with a telekinetic. He turns his back, his attention returning to the fight between Mortis and Dazzler.

Possibly, a fatal mistake.]

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[A very fatal mistake.

Julian is bloodied by now, slashed and covered in snow, utterly down on his luck for very obvious reasons. He lifts his arms in a labored attempt to shove Longshot off, his hateful rhetoric searing into Julian's pounding head. He's not quite sure how he ended up here, about to die at the hands of some fucking extremist freak with an oh-so special eye and the only thing working for him being swaying fortune. A kind of power he's heavily relied on, Julian's thinking. Suddenly he's beyond grateful for Emma Frost and her constant reminder not to rely on his telekinesis so much.

Because as effective as Longshot's power is, it's not going to save him now.

It's instinctive, what he does next, as Longshot turns away.

He doesn't even have to raise a hand to stop the knife, the spinning object glowing in his telekinesis, halted midair. Julian raises his hand, his expression grim, the twisting of his lips just as grim, and flings Longshot, hard. Harder than Mortis, harder than any of the clones. With purpose. Away from Ali.

Longshot shatters against a thick-trunked tree and lets out an anguished cry, some of his hollow bones snapping; Julian raises from his place on the ground, his eyes full of dark intent as he walks forward to stand in front of Longshot, limping slightly. He thinks of his words: You all deserve to die. His friends. The people he loves.]

I know you don't deserve to die. That's the difference between you and me. Doesn't make us better, but it makes us human.

[Longshot curses, his entire body trembling from the pain and his rage. His eye glints just barely; he spits blood at the floor near Julian's feet and raises, lunges with a mad look in his eyes towards the telekinetic.

Julian eyes flash with the realization of what he has to do, his face hard and stoic. He lifts his arm then, the other mutant's own knife glinting in the light; Longshot struggles to take it as they both fell back and slam against a tree. They struggle, but Longshot is injured, and somehow, someway, Julian feels the blade pierce Longshot's chest and with a final push, buries it deep, crimson blood pooling and seeping down his chest, Longshot's eyes wide with disbelief as he lets out a choke.

Julian stumbles back, blood on his hands, lips parted.]

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You're only proving me right. I don't deserve to die, and yet?

[Longshot looks down at the knife protruding from him ironically. His lips are bloody, his teeth stained red, and he laughs. All these Bro'hood Bros seem to greet death with a laugh, sucking the collecting blood from his mouth and spitting once again at Julian. Maybe some of the blood ever catches his cheek.]

You betray your kind today, X-man. Will they teach you to live with that, when you go back to your school?

[He coughs again, still laughing, and collapses at Julian's feet, blood staining the snow, Julian's boots. He sags, sinks into the snow, collapsing onto his back, eyes glassys, his last shuddering breaths spent saying this:]

I would rather die a mutant that live life as a flatscan.

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[Julian flinches at the splatter of blood staining his cheek, his lashes fluttering ever so slightly. There is nothing hard or guarded about his face in that moment - there is no one there but a dying man to witness the utter shock and devastation on his face.

Longshot's laughter echoes through the trees; it's a sound that will haunt Julian for the rest of his life, although he doesn't know that, not yet.

Julian stumbles back just a few steps as Longshot collapses at his feet, his last, hateful words ringing in Julian's mind, questions that plant a seed, even as he now denies them.

But Julian knows, feels it down deep to the very core of his being, that no one has taught him to live with this. He doesn't know how to deal with listening - remembering - that last shuddering breath or the life leaving Longshot's eyes.

There's nothing heroic, nothing honorable about what he just did. The thought doesn't even cross his mind, that he did this to save anyone but himself.

He's killed a man.

Julian stumbles back further, his jaw tightening in an effort not to start gasping for breath, his stricken eyes lifting to find Ali, to do anything besides this, to leave this place, to get this done.]