Exploring Calvin was really not sure what to think here. He was stuck in a new world, with no clear clue what was going on, or why. Sure, he got the download, and the part of his mind occupied by Henry McCoy's gifted brain was working on solutions even now, but he was hurt, bleeding, and confused.
The last thing he remembered was getting attacked by Ahab while he was impersonating Scott in order to help Cable get the Original Five back home again. Even that was blurry. And every time he turned to fast he seemed to list to the side and toward the ground. If it wasn't for the telekinesis he had picked up from Jean Grey, he would have fallen, likely not get back up, several times.
That and Hank's agility, anyway. He groaned as he staggered along, looking for p[eople, or signs, or... something.
"Great, Calvin. Now you're stuck on an alien planet. Just great. This is probably the X-Men's fault. It usually is." Talking to himself? Oops.
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storm
Staring upward at the oncoming storm, strips of sheer ripped and wrapped around his torso, Calvin swore. As it closed in, he could feel himself batted around, and more, drained, He cried out as he felt power slip form him, causing him to fall to his knees.
As the clouds of the storm closed in, he saw ghostly images flicker around him, flitting from place to place. He knew those faces. Most of them he had hurt, or even killed, over the years. The flickered into existence, moving across his vision, then faded, and he shuddered, eyes wide, feverish, and sure he was going to die.
"What hell is this?"
***
network [Video]
[ The video shows a man slumped back against a wall, bloody bandages, or something like bandages around his middle, otherwise shirtless body. He looks loopy. tired, and sick. But he focuses on the screen. His voice is rough, halting, and quiet. ]
Calvin Rankin | Marvel 616
The last thing he remembered was getting attacked by Ahab while he was impersonating Scott in order to help Cable get the Original Five back home again. Even that was blurry. And every time he turned to fast he seemed to list to the side and toward the ground. If it wasn't for the telekinesis he had picked up from Jean Grey, he would have fallen, likely not get back up, several times.
That and Hank's agility, anyway. He groaned as he staggered along, looking for p[eople, or signs, or... something.
"Great, Calvin. Now you're stuck on an alien planet. Just great. This is probably the X-Men's fault. It usually is." Talking to himself? Oops.
***
storm
Staring upward at the oncoming storm, strips of sheer ripped and wrapped around his torso, Calvin swore. As it closed in, he could feel himself batted around, and more, drained, He cried out as he felt power slip form him, causing him to fall to his knees.
As the clouds of the storm closed in, he saw ghostly images flicker around him, flitting from place to place. He knew those faces. Most of them he had hurt, or even killed, over the years. The flickered into existence, moving across his vision, then faded, and he shuddered, eyes wide, feverish, and sure he was going to die.
"What hell is this?"
***
network
[Video]
[ The video shows a man slumped back against a wall, bloody bandages, or something like bandages around his middle, otherwise shirtless body. He looks loopy. tired, and sick. But he focuses on the screen. His voice is rough, halting, and quiet. ]
Is this damn thing working?
Can I get some help, please?
I would rather not die on an alien planet.
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Wildcard!