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Apr 6 2018, 01:30 PM
Rocinha, located on a steep hillside in Rio de Janeiro's South Side, was the largest favela in all of Brazil. Officially the area was classified as a neighbourhood, because compared to most favelas it had seen more urban development over the years and boasted superior infrastructure. Most houses in the area had basic sanitation, plumbing and electricity. There were hundreds of businesses there, it had its own bus route and people actually had cable television available to them. Apparently that was all that was required to be considered more than just your average slum. Enough that it was often called a favela bairro though, or a favela neighbourhood. Basically an urbanised slum. That living conditions were still nothing compared to some of the better parts of town didn't seem to matter, nor that crime still ran rampant there as it did in much of Rio.

It had been nearly thirteen years since the criminal organisation known as Amigos dos Amigos had basically taken control of the slum. Sure, they won their support through handouts, throwing parties and providing some basic services, but they were still a criminal gang, or else they wouldn't have a hand in so many of the key drug selling points in the North and West sections of the city. City officials seemed to be either unwilling or unable to do something about them, though, seemingly content that compared to several other parts of the city, Rocinha wasn't all that bad. Compared to other favelas it was even safe enough that it had developed a tourist industry of its own, despite the safety warnings from foreign governments and the local police advising against it.

Though they supposedly had it better than people living in any of the many other favelas found in Rio de Janeiro, there was still discontent amongst Rocinha's population. Most notably, and the reason why Roberto and Calvin were currently there, was a small band of supposed mutants who had rebelled against both the local government and Amigos dos Amigos. They felt like they deserved better, and had used their mutant abilities to cause all sorts of trouble around Rocinha. Robberies, extortion, murder, acts of what could only be described as domestic terrorism... the list went on and on, and the local police was struggling to do anything to contain them. Unlike most of the people living in the favela, they were very much capable of fighting back.

Calvin couldn't honestly blame them for acting out, for wanting a better life for themselves. The desire to defend mutant rights had been the reason why he had joined the Brotherhood, and although he had long since left that group he hadn't stopped caring about that part of their cause. It was the terrorism, the willingness to kill those who stood against them, human or mutant, that he'd taken issue with. That was the only reason he was out here with his love tonight; though he couldn't fault the group for being discontent with their lot in life, or even for acting out, they were taking things too far. And since the police couldn't handle them, the government was supposedly considering bringing in the army, which would turn this into a full blown conflict between mutants and humans. Mutant-human relations in Brazil were not as shaky as they were in the United States, mostly because there just seemed to be smaller or less apparent mutant minority in the country, but this was exactly the kind of thing that could change that.

Hopefully, as fellow mutants, Calvin and Roberto could talk some sense into these people. From their actions so far it seemed unlikely that they would be willing to have a civil discourse about what did or did not help the mutant cause - it wouldn't surprise Cal if they didn't have any actual fucks to give there - but neither of them just wanted to go in there guns blazing either. That did not mean that they wouldn't be prepared to fight though, far from it. Roberto had been able to use the resources he had available to him to narrow down the group's location to an area in the northern part of Rocinha, and from there Calvin had pinpointed exactly where they were holed up. They were currently standing atop a rooftop about a block away from the gang's impromptu headquarters, making sure they were properly prepared. Namely, Calvin was using the telepathy he borrowed from Jean combined with his own mutant ability of mimicry to discern what they were dealing with. He poked through their minds, picking up what little he could in as subtle a manner as possible to avoid detection, while cycling through each of their mutations to figure out what they could do.

"Valentim Cabrera, twenty-one years old and the leader of their little gang," Calvin informed his boyfriend, his hazel eyes focused in the direction of where the group was holed up. "He's a shape-changer, he can turn into various objects or... well, shapes. Not people. He is incredibly flexible and possesses increased durability and strength too, but those aren't at a superhuman level from what I can tell." Briefly, he changed his hand into the shape of a mallet to show his boyfriend, then dropped the ability again and moved on to the next one.

"Inacio Bianchi is the youngest of the lot at sixteen years old," he started, the air seemingly heating up around Cal as he spoke. Sunspot might have been able to pick up on that with his own thermokinetic powers before Calvin actually set himself on fire. It was a good thing Jean had gotten him a uniform made out of unstable molecules for his birthday, or the Mimic would have gone into this particular situation as naked as the day he was born. "He's a pyrokinetic, but he's not very familiar with how his powers work yet. Mostly he just knows how to light parts of himself on fire and project it where he wants." He paused briefly, turning his gaze towards his boyfriend. "A pyrokinetic named Inacio? I wonder if this is what his parents had in mind when they called him that." He imagined not. The kind of life Inacio had found himself caught up in wasn't the life any parent would wish for their children.

Extinguishing his flames, Calvin released Inacio's pyrokinesis and mimicked the next mutant he picked up on. "Then there's Atília Gutiérrez, seventeen years old. He can shift himself into a gem-like substance, like Shane does." Calvin turned into a brilliant, dark purple crystalline form then, his body characterised by various sharp ridges and spikes. His unstable molecule uniform was once again coming in handy there. "No geokinetic powers, though he's likely more durable and strong than Shane is." Not quite on Piotr's level, but honestly as soon as you got even close to that strength range, every added tonne you could lift was just the proverbial icing on the cake. Even with the power that the two of them possessed, Calvin expected Atília to be problematic if this group refused to stand down.

"Finally there's Ivone Suárez," Calvin continued. "A nineteen year old photokinetic. She can likely do more than she's aware of, but she's mostly adapt at creating hard light structures. Kind of like the Danger Room does at Xavier's, but Ivone is limited to much simpler shapes that are nowhere as realistic looking. She can create basic force fields and turn herself invisible too." Holding up his hands, Calvin created a semi-transparent sphere of light, glowing a soft golden colour not dissimilar to the corona that surrounded Roberto when he was powered up. "If things go badly, and I really hope they don't, she's probably the one we should be most concerned about," he informed his boyfriend. The potential for both offence and defence that Ivone had could make for a very dangerous combination.

"I still don't feel good about this," Calvin admitted to his partner. He had his doubts before, and those doubts had only grown stronger now that he knew they were dealing with a group consisting mostly of teenagers. "Like... they're just kids. They probably just got caught up in the hopelessness of their situation, things escalated... and now they're just victims of their own circumstance." It was something that, in a way, felt very familiar to Calvin. It wasn't an excuse for what he had done before though, and it probably didn't apply to these kids either. A line had been crossed several times over, and they needed to be pulled back over that or simply be stopped. And yet... "I feel like we should be fighting Amigos dos Amigos, or do something about the way the city has neglected this favela," he added, though he knew he was arguing for something a lot more complicated than dealing with these kids, and it wasn't like tackling the bigger problem meant that a smaller one like this could just be left unattended. Cal was really just dragging his feet a little, despite knowing deep down that what they were doing was right. It seemed exactly like the sort of thing Roberto had fought for when he was an X-Man, and although Calvin had never worn the X before, he would stand by the man he loved, especially when it came to preventing something that could negatively affect human-mutant relations for an entire nation - one of the largest in the world.
Mar 16 2018, 03:20 PM
It was nearly four o'clock in the afternoon by the time Calvin returned to the apartment following his lunch with Jean. He had meant to be home earlier, but he had gotten caught up in conversations with Jean, and coupled with the good food and more than a couple of glasses of sparkling Italian wine, he had simply lost track of time. If it wasn't for the healing factor and advanced metabolism he possessed, Calvin would no doubt have been just a little bit drunk. It wouldn't have mattered though, nor did it matter that he arrived home later than he had intended, because when he got there Sunspot wasn't there.

Calvin knew before he had even reached the door that his love wasn't present. He had come to form a rather intimate telepathic connection with the man, and even without that his enhanced senses or ability to detect mutants would have informed him of his boyfriend's absence. His stomach had tied into an uncomfortable knot at the realisation that Roberto wasn't there. Calvin knew that he had screwed up today, going to meet Jean for lunch after telling his boyfriend that he would rather just spend his birthday at home only a day ago. He did not regret having lunch with Jean, but he felt bad about how it had come about. How he could have handled the situation better, Cal wasn't sure, he just knew that he had done so poorly.

Making his way towards their living room, Calvin pulled his phone from his pocket and let himself drop onto the couch, heaving a sigh as he did so. The present Jean had given him was deposited next to him. He tried calling Berto first, but when he went to voicemail instead of his boyfriend answering his phone, Cal sent him a text to let him know he was home instead. Everything else he had to say to him, including how sorry he was for ditching him in favour of Jean, he decided he would tell him when they spoke face to face later.

Grabbing the television remote, Calvin settled onto the couch properly and turned on the TV. His mood was lifted immediately when he realised that she show he'd stumbled upon was one of Berto's favourite telenovellas, then dipped just as quickly when it dawned on him that his boyfriend wasn't there to enjoy it with him. Resting his head on the pillow, Calvin considered trying to call Roberto again, but decided that wherever the man was, he'd let him have his space until he was ready to talk. Until then Calvin would just watch this telenovela by himself, or as it turned out a few minutes later, fall asleep and miss most of it. After three years lacking in comfort, it seemed like any surface that actually was comfortable worked wonders to put him to sleep.


Calvin wasn't sure how long he had been asleep, or when Roberto had actually returned, but a sudden loud noise startled him from his slumber. He was on his feet immediately, skin turned to steel and his claws popped. Another consequence of three years in the Savage Land, where despite the relative safety of the fortress they had built for themselves, he'd never really had the sense of security needed to get a proper night's rest. When his mind caught up to where he was though, Calvin instantly relaxed and sheathed his claws again, skin turning back from steel to flesh.

"Bonito." he sighed with relief. "Sorry, you startled me. I must have dozed off..." Cal's eyes briefly shifted to the couch before levelling with Roberto's again. Drawing in a deep breath, Calvin held it for a moment as he looked at his love and then released it again. "I'm sorry for today, Beto," he started off, figuring he might as well begin with the apology that his boyfriend was due. "I should not have told you I didn't want to do anything today, then run off to have lunch with Jean." He wanted to say more, to tell Berto why he had done it, or add more to his apology, but he wasn't sure what else to say. It was probably best to gauge just how upset Beto still was with him first anyway, so he'd actually have some idea of how he'd best handle the mess he'd created.
Feb 25 2018, 04:09 PM



Again and again, Calvin slammed straight into the barrier that had been erected over the City of the Sun. He'd tried punching it, that didn't work, so then he'd taken a running start and just smashed into it at Mach 4. Despite his efforts though, the shield wasn't budging, while Cal was starting to feel the result of his efforts despite the invulnerability that his organic steel skin provided. Every time his body made impact with the barrier there was a ripple, but that was that. This wasn't really getting them anywhere.

Leaning with one hand against the barrier, Calvin shifted back from metal to flesh and turned his gaze towards Hellfire. "This is where the others said she was left behind." Trevor knew as much, but Calvin needed to actually say it out loud again for himself. Maybe as an excuse for having run into a wall at over three thousand miles per hour. Repeatedly. "She's got to still be in there somewhere," he sighed, placing his other hand against the shimmering barrier too. "I wish we had a way of knowing what's happening on the inside." All they knew, from what the people Merry had been with had been able to tell them was that some High Priestess named Zaladane was planning to summon forth some ancient deity of her people. That was good intel, but knowing how she was progressing on that, and more importantly how Merry was doing after being left behind, would be even more useful.

Closing his eyes briefly, Calvin's brow furrowed as he attempted to reach beyond the barrier with his mind again, getting as far as he had before. Meaning nowhere at all. "It's like there's a wall here," he said as he opened his eyes again, taking a step back and turning towards Trevor. He gave those words a moment of consideration then and shook his head. "Right. Actual barrier right there." That had come out sounding stupid, but it was how it felt. Reaching out at the barrier again, Calvin patted his hand against it. "I mean I can't see past this." His eyes could do so just fine, even if everything was harder to make out due to the slight opacity of the barrier, but his telepathy wasn't picking up on anything.

"Sorry for dragging you out here for nothing," he apologised. "You know, other than watching me repeatedly slam into an impenetrable wall." Somehow that didn't seem like it would be nearly enough for Trevor to make up for not being able to get to the woman he loved, knowing that whatever was going on in there was almost certainly not pleasant for Merry. "Kitty is still out there somewhere, right? Once she gets to the island, we'll try again. Maybe she can just walk us straight through this." Given the unusual nature of the barrier, Cal wasn't sure if that would work, but just as they had when it came to getting out of the Savage Land one day, they needed to hold out hope. They'd spent three years in this damned place, they weren't about to lose someone when their collective resources had increased to a point where they might actually find a way out.

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Feb 20 2018, 04:50 PM
In a remote part of the City of the Sun, a bright pink portal appeared briefly, created by Blink to ferry a small number of people into the very heart of the city. Their destination lay below the surface, in a vast stretch of underground tunnels that made up the city's catacombs. Teleporting there directly would have been more convenient, but none had any real idea what lay below the streets, leaving their talented teleporter unable to get them any closer than she had. Being deposited as close as they had been to one of the entrances to the catacombs would have to do. With the distractions being created elsewhere in the City of the Sun, being out in the open for a bit wouldn't cause much of an issue.

"If you go blue, give me a heads up," Mimic told Hellfire as his skin turned from flesh to steel. ::I will be keeping us linked telepathically with what I mimicked from Jean, in case we get separated, and to keep this at least somewhat covert:: As he spoke to the others telepathically, Calvin dug his metallic fingers into the large stone door barring their entrance into the catacombs, ripping it away and tossing it back where it crashed into the side of a building. He paused for a moment as he let his gaze wander amongst his companions, from Trevor to Notion, then to Honeybear and Kingtide. ::What? I said somewhat.::

Moving through the now open doorway Calvin kept a sharp lookout, both for Merry as well as any potential trouble they might face on their way to find her. He had honestly expected more opposition, even down here, but aside from a few faint mental signals down far below them, he couldn't really make out much of anything. There was something strange in the air, making him feel as if his psychic power was being muffled somehow. He wasn't sure if it was because of the magic ritual Zaladane was performing far above them, or something else entirely.

"Something feels off," Calvin announced out loud, suddenly coming to a stop after the group had descended for roughly a minute. Turning back from steel to flesh to regain the full range of his enhanced senses, Calvin sniffed the air. "It smells like... death." Mulling on those words for a second, he looked back over his shoulder in case someone decided to sass him. "Yes, I get that we're in the catacombs, and I know that's where the dead go, it's just--wait." Whipping his head back around, Calvin narrowed his eyes, trying to pick up on anything from up ahead. Nothing stood out in his mind, his nose couldn't discern much beyond the smell of death. His hearing picked up on something though, the soft sound of shuffling feet and... a moan?

"Oh, come on." Calvin threw his hands up, apparently prioritising making it clear just how done he was with the entire Savage Land experience over cluing in his companions. "It's zombies," he sighed wearily. Because why not? With everything that they all had gone through, why wouldn't they be greeted by the undead while trying to find Merry? It was almost surprising it had even taken this long. "Or ghouls," he added, turning back to metal and popping his claws. "I don't think they're the sort who have a preference when it comes to terminology. Honestly, I don't either." It wasn't like they'd be having a discussion on the meaning of life with these things. "Merry is that way," Cal pointed forwards, "and then down." If that meant cutting their way through the army of the dead, then so be it.

As soon as the first of them came into view, Cal bolted forwards and lobbed off its head in one clean swing. Okay, so not having to even consider the morality of murder was a nice change of pace. He stabbed another one through the face right after, amost feeling like he was being greedy here, but from the sound of it there were plenty more where they'd come from.


((OOC: Current powers from Beast, Wolverine, Colossus, Marvel Girl and Speed))
Feb 20 2018, 11:21 AM
Calvin swallowed hard as he stepped onto the platform that Slate had created, standing alongside the others who had been involved with formulating the plans he was about to share with the others. He wasn't sure anymore if he had volunteered for this or had been volunteered for this, but despite the nervousness that was filling up his stomach, making him feel like he was about to throw up, he was determined to do this. It had somehow come to make sense to Calvin that he should be doing this. Aside from Trevor, Shane and Reece, no one else there had been in the Savage Land as long as he had. On top of that he was as close as they were going to get to a neutral party, belonging to neither Xavier's or the Brotherhood but being familiar with both, and some who aligned themselves with neither. He had experience with this sort of thing too; if he could talk about how he had been enslaved and tortured at an event televised by millions, he could tell a few dozen people how they could very well be fucked but would make an effort to prevent that. And as someone had pointed out to him earlier, he was both tall and kind of loud, which would be helpful.

Taking a brief moment to look over the gathered mutants, noting both those faces he was familiar with and those who he had not yet gotten to know, Calvin sucked in a breath of air and prepared to speak. His hazel eyes focused mostly on Sunspot, but seeing Notion and Reece, and knowing that Jean was standing right beside him helped give him strength as well. The main motivation however, was knowing that what he was about to do was absolutely necessary, that it could help those gathered to be at least somewhat prepared to deal with the threat looming over all of them.

"Everyone!" Calvin raised his voice to be heard over the commotion that came naturally with a gathering this large. "Thanks for... uh, your time." He'd almost thanked them all for being there, but considering they were trapped in a place as terrible as the Savage Land, that just felt tacky. "As you've all noticed, the Savage Land is not a hospitable place." An understatement if there ever was any, but Calvin wasn't there to highlight just how screwed they all were. Just to reassure them... and to tell them that even when taking into consideration what they all had been through already, things were somehow going to end up being worse.

"We want to assure everyone that Forge and Beast here are continuing their efforts to get us all out of here," he continued, giving a quick nod towards the two X-Men. "Unfortunately, if our associate here is right--" Calvin briefly gestured in the direction of the Black Knight, "--things are likely to get a lot worse before they can manage that." It was best to just get that out of the way first, like ripping off a bandaid. With that done, Calvin moved onto explaining just how things were about to get worse for them. "The High Priestess of the Sun People, Zaladane, whom some of you have had the misfortune of meeting already, is planning to summon an ancient deity of her people called Garokk. At this very moment, she appears to be moving her pieces into place to do just that."

After letting that information settle in for a moment, Calvin added in a clear and determined manner. "We are not sitting around to wait until she does. We're taking the fight to her."

Turning towards Forge, Calvin nodded to let him know he was ready for the man to activate the device he was holding, just a little something he had put together for this specific gathering. Calvin was still wrapping his mind around just how brilliant the X-Men's inventor was, how he could make something so advanced with the limited resources he had available to him. At the press of a button, a large digital map of the Savage Land appeared in front of Calvin. How it worked exactly, Cal had no idea, no longer possessing the X-Man's intuitive ability, but even if he did he'd still struggle to understand the science behind it. Forge had explained it well enough for Calvin to work with it, though.

Touching the map, Calvin zoomed in on a specific part of the Savage Land. "This is the Pyramid of the Sun," he explained for the majority of those gathered, who wouldn't be familiar with the structure shown on the display, "where we expect Zaladane to perform the ritual to summon forth her lord. It's located here--" Touching the display again, Calvin zoomed out until both the pyramid and its surrounding area were visible, "--in the City of the Sun." Those Sun People sure did like their Sun theme. "Until recently it was protected by a powerful barrier, but it has since dissipated. Convenient as that is for us, we believe that it means Zaladane is ready to make her final move." You didn't just give up the one thing protecting you from outside meddling unless you didn't think it would matter.

"Marvel Girl will lead a team here to take the fight directly to her." With the touch of a finger, the top of the Pyramid of the Sun was highlighted on the map. Calvin cast a brief look towards his mentor, trusting her to correct him through their telepathic link if he managed to fudge up any of the details, then continued. "While another team will make sure that her people are sufficiently occupied to cut her off from any backup." According to the much smarter, tactically inclined minds that had come up with the details of this plan, Zaladane alone could prove enough of a problem without any of her people getting involved. Hopefully those assigned to create a diversion would be able to prevent that from happening. "We would throw everything we have at the priestess, but there is more we need to concern ourselves with."

Swiping to the right, Calvin changed the screen to display two images of people that those from Xavier's and some of the Brotherhood would be familiar with. "Meriel Myles and Auri Delavigne have both been missing for nearly two weeks now" Calvin said, then gestured towards his mentor. "Jean has managed to narrow their location down to these two areas." Changing back to the map, Calvin highlighted two areas on it. One was the City of the Sun where Merry had been left behind, the other an area far East from their current location, beyond the ancient labyrinth where Auri had last been seen. "We intend to get them back." They hadn't endured all of these hardships, some of them for more than three years, to even consider leaving anyone behind. "Hellfire and I will be taking a small group to find Merry, who we believe to be located in the catacombs underneath the city." Calvin cast a look towards Trevor briefly, then turned his attention towards the girl he had met for the first time while strapped upside down and bleeding from his everywhere two weeks ago. "Laura, you and a few others will be going after Auri," he told X-23. "We're uncertain about his exact location, but that's where you come in." Like him, Laura had a mutation that would allow her to track people far more easily than others. She wasn't familiar with the Savage Land like those who had been trapped there for years, but that was why they'd be sending Shane with her.

"It's also important to note that Zaladane is not without her allies," Calvin continued as he turned his attention back to the group as a whole. "They will have to be dealt with unless we want this island to be overrun, or for them to go running towards the City of the Sun the moment they figure out what we're up to." Again, Zaladane was enough of a problem on her own that they didn't need anyone else who had decided to support the madwoman's cause to come to her aid. "An army of rock elementals has been gathering in this area," he explained as he indicated an area to the West of their current location. It was towards the Endless Expanse, where Thistle, Wiccan and Chrome had first woken up. "We plan to reduce them to dust before they have a chance to attack." It would have been good to send Shane to deal with them, but the geokinetic had been assigned elsewhere. Not that it mattered: unless Calvin and the others were completely mistaken, Magma would quite literally be able to make those elementals shit bricks.

"Meanwhile," Calvin tapped at the display again, shifting the map towards the area to the East of the lake their little island was in, "we believe that the Savage Land Mutates have thrown in their lot with the Priestess as well. It was only two days ago that some of them were encountered off the Eastern shore of the lake. We're not waiting to see whether more will show up, or allow them to become an actual problem." With a quick tap on the map, one particular area towards the Eastern part of the Savage Land lit up. "That's where we hit them." And thanks to his amazing pink friend, they wouldn't even see them coming.

"The rest of you will remain here," Calvin announced then. "We have no way of knowing what will happen once we take the fight to Zaladane, but we have to be prepared for the worst." Gesturing towards his friend, he added "Blink will remain here to send reinforcements wherever they are needed, or to send people out to deal with whatever other threats might pop up." There was no way they had accounted for everything, especially not what Zaladane would resort to under pressure, but they had done just about the best they could do. The only thing left for them was to be prepared in case more trouble came their way.

"Thanks again for your time," he told all those who had gathered, having shared everything that they had come up with in the days leading up to today. "Go make sure you're properly prepared. Specific assignments will be handed out shortly. We start leaving in an hour." And with that, Calvin backed up and stepped off the platform, waiting for a moment until Jean did the same before moving in for a hug. He'd held it together well up there, but whether it was the adrenaline pumping through his body in anticipation of what was to come or just plain stress at giving a speech like that, but Cal felt tense. And a little nauseous. "Okay," he spoke quietly, his cheek resting against the side of Jean's head, "I'm pretty sure I'm going to throw up. We should not be hugging right now." But at the same time, Calvin wasn't keen on the idea of letting go.

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