I should bring this back and show you how an OG deals with fluffin Mutants & American politicians
Reservation X, Anti-Mutant for, well, mutants. But more importantly, Charlemagne LeBeau’s very first mutant camp. Why this mattered to the Rogue Republican was unknown - even to him, though something about the name he upheld pulled him towards the place, a force of some sort. The remnants of the crippled camp were but few, but nothing to signify what exactly happened.
As secretive and disclosed it was nothing could stop him from reaching his goal, more-so he denied failure. “What happened here?,” left hand firmly huddled in the pocket of his black bomber and the other hanging loosely to the side as he walked through the rubble of a fallen land.
“This doesn’t make sense, I was led here but all I see is.. nothing. Nothing at all.” A chill riddled down his spine, he couldn’t shake the fact that something died here. Several somethings. Crouched down, Will observed one of the many-sorted piles of rubble; glossing over its properties, sifting through the memories it held.
None good, mostly. Nothing of the remains showed positive energy, maybe that’s was the Reservation was for. A hell for mutants, a hell for him.
The smell of rusted metal, a withdrawn ocean tide, and death all joined to create an inescapable aroma which continued to swirl throughout the abandoned wreckage and remains. Inside one of the hallowed out water towers a small band of Charlemagne's refugees laughed, drank, and celebrated, but to what remained a mystery to any and all but them.
With girls on their laps this band of former paramilitary extremist were fully distracted. Lazy, lethargic and seemingly without purpose. Even Lucian, the former LeBeau Legacy seemed at ease in his new role of insignificance. His father, the one time legend and anti-mutant terrorist had also settled comfortably in the realm of forgotten icons. His days spent mostly reading. Occasionally joining in with the crew for a night of 'paid entertainment.'
A long decorated nail traced down distinctive scars camped along the death dealing devil's chest and torso.
"How'd you get this one." she softly serenaded. Charlemagne pulled his hand from beneath a pillow and the back of his head to intercept the call girl's inquisitive hand.
"I dont pay you to ask questions." he grumbled. Rolling over in bed unceremoniously dislodging the spooning position they had been quietly resting in. Snatching a zippo and cigar from the nightstand he returned to his back and stared at the dilapidated ceiling.
The silence was weighted, heavy and uncomfortable. Well, for one of them anyway. Finally, "Someone's outside snooping around pop." It was Lucian, now standing halfway in the door looking defensive.
A chorus of growns and noises accompanied Charlmagne's exaggerated stretch as he pulled himself up out of bed. Jeans and a wife-beater, the new trademarked attire of the former mutant militant.
It didnt take long for the duo to arrive. Stationed high on the remains of a T-Sent they casually surveyed the stranger's actions. "He's a LeBeau." Blowing a strong exhale of smoke, Charlemagne spoke with conviction and stern assurance. "How can you tell?"
"Boy, I had mastered the reading of movement before you were even thought of. Look at the way he moves? The unseen articulation of his motions. You dont see it? Goddamn disappointment you are."
"Sure pop. Whatever you say but I'mma go see what he wants." But as he started to climb down his father grabbed his shoulder.
"Wait here."was all he said. Showcasing his aged yet impressive agility as he scaled down the decommissioned robot.
He whistled sharply from a distance. No doubt the stranger had already clocked them but never the less, Charlemagne had his ways. "Hey you. Boy. Aint nuttin here for you. Aint nuttin here for anybody. Verbally testing the lads metal the Ultra-Sapien was curious, interested, intrigued even by the suspense of the stranger's reaction. Would he leave? Was he here, like so many before him, to try and take down the legends and become infamous? Charlemagne suspected it was something more. Something....worth entertaining.
A voice, near? No. Afar. Aged - gruff. Without even the slightest bit of head-movement over his shoulder, he spoke aloud; hopefully loud enough “that is for me to decide, but tell me, why are you here? Were you sent here like me or what’s the deal?” Raising from the pile of rubbish and rubble, Will turned to face the man of which he spoke to. “I doubt you were, ‘cause from what I’m getting here is I’m interrupting something, am I? A nap maybe?”
Beside Charlemagne stood a man of the stature of something representable of a Warrior, but was he - William continued to question. Though unknowingly, the man actually proved to be Will’s uncle: Lucian LeBeau, The Republican. “Do you, know what happened here. Do you know why I’m here in general?” Behind the masquerade of a brave wanderer, beneath Will was still as very much curious as he was worried for his own personal safety, “maybe I’m being too straightforward.. Shit.”
As keenly observant he was the lone Ultra-Sapien couldn’t pick up anything from either of the two, they stood - as statues. Narrowed eyes and a crossed over chest, he stood as they did awaiting the very so answeres he reasoned for. But as much as he attempted to look tough, Will couldn’t ignore the fact he was standing before a rusted Robot, one that had to be the size of the monsters in Shadow of the Colossus. “Well damn.”
@red_jay: (if I missed something or need to edit, dont tell me. I dont wanna hear sh!t Ha!)
By now the Last Republican had made his way down the scrapped mountain of metal mutant massacring infamy, to stand alongside his amused father. It registered now. The familiarity of movement, confidence, even the forward nature of his cadence dripped with their dna. And Lucian's first initial, internal thought...was to walk up and embrace the lost LeBeau.
However experience and wisdom restrained any further notions of a friendly loving family reunion. There's was a different path. A different bond.
"War and death happened here. We....happened here." it wasnt a boast. In fact Lucian spoke with a hint of regret and shame. Charlemagne however seemed to revel in his son's brief retelling. Grinning, Charlemagne's entire posture seemed to showcase a now heightened level of gratification.
"We sure as hell did." he cracked.
"But beyond that no. No we dont know why you're here but I'm pretty sure it wasnt a coincidence. Given the fact that you are family. A LeBeau. William?"Slightly titling his head as if anticipating the response.
"Who?" the Ultra-Sapien dismissively sneered. Though he had been there during the birth, within seconds afterwards the mutant hunting zealot had left. Never even hearing his daughter's soft and loving voice as she named the last true birthed LeBeau.
"Where is she? Your mother?"Lucian began walking forward. Serious, somewhat detached. His eyes seemed glassed over. And again he asked. "Where is she. Tell me. Now!"
@lucian_lebeau: (Nothin to say, great post)
They were alike, him and them. But it was only a matter of time he found how alike they were.
“So you guys, did all of this?” He gazed around the empty site with despair of those of the fallen, “you guys must’ve had help, ‘cause I suspect your guys aren’t the only “Anti-Mutants” walking this Earth.” He scoffed, watching the small billows of dust kick up from under his feet. “Huh, I’d say impressive but this is actually quite riveting.” He so snarkily replied, “but preferences will be preferences.”
Though soon enough his wittiness soon staggered, and his face fell stunned. “How…?” It all made sense - but at the same time it didn’t, he was brought here for a reason. Fate? No, something else. “How do you know who I am? And why dso I have a strange feeling I know you guys too?” He speculated but came to no solution but one, he was related to them. Or something like that.
“My mother? Hell should I know, left me when I couldn’t even walk, but if I had to take a wild guess, I’d say six feet under,” he trembled closer to the LeBeau’s, fixating his eyes towards the two, “she abandon ya’ll too or something?”
"Your mother was many things. A runner was never one of em." Spit flew from the Ultra-Sapien's lips as he verbally condemned the Lost LeBeau's commentary. Lucian however was visibly more open to the idea of at least discussing the issue. He, after all, had always shared an unwavering bond with his sister. William's mother. A bond a father, even a caring one - which Charlemagne was not - could never supersede, understand, or feel.
"My name is Lucian. That's my father Charlemagne." the Blue-eyed Genetic Blueprint fostered. More relaxed and welcoming then before. "Now what do you mean she 'left' you? William I was there when you were born -" "We both were" Charlemagne interrupted. "-Right, we both were. There the entire while she carried you to term and its hard to believe that the sister I knew would then up and abandon her baby. LeBeaus...we're a wicked sort. But we dont abandoned our own."
"Goddamn right. Look you little @$$hole you aint old enough to know shit from shinola. Come sniffing around here talking about did my daughter abandon me, I'm mofo Charlemagne LeBeau. I've killed more men then you've seen sunrises. Damn near eradicated the mutant disease and staved off humanity's extinction with one goddamn hand-tied behind my back. I'm the last great American Jedi. Nobody aBAndons me. Least of all your f'n mother."
The vein along the right ridge of the obviously agitated militant's forehead flexed and for a moment, it almost seemed as if the old war bastard was about to make that move. That move that once made could never be taken back and win lose or draw ended with a man, or boy, toes up.
"Hey hey pop come on now." Lucian deflect. Verbally as well as physically. Leaning a shoulder and positioning himself not between, but not off to the side either, in a passive manner to separate the two. Or really, to just slightly separate his father.
"William if you were abandoned as a child, then who raised you? Were they the ones who told you your mother left?" Lucian questioned.
@charlemagne: (Apologies for the small post)
He could feel it, the anger radiating off of Charlemagne’s every word, movement. Though oddly enough, Lucian decided to take a more passive approach, seemingly as the woman they were talking about was his sister. “Woah settle down, allow me to rephrase. She wasn’t there for most of my childhood,” he hoped to calm the now, visibly, aggravated Charlemagne. “Maybe she didn’t abandon me, maybe she was just driven away by.. something.”
Taking another glance at mutant wiped camp Will shot a glance to Lucian - but more his question than him. “Well I stayed with my dad for a while before I fled, but yeah that’s what he told me.”
Both son and father reacted sharply, looking first at each other before settling their attention back on William. "And who might that lucky son of a bitch be?"Again Charlemagne spit off to the side. "William we never...we never met your father. Your mother never told us who he was. Where he was or what he did. Is he still alive? Could you take him to us?" Lucian questioned.
"We just want to find her. I imagine same as you. Something brought you here, now of all instances when we just so happen to be here. William we havent been here in a decade. And as soon as we do, you, the Lost LeBeau show up. Curious, dont you think?"
Shrouding any form of dread or despair, Will acknowledged both the LeBeau's quizzical looks with a cold - long - gaze. "Figures, he never showed up to the birth either," he scoffed, dismissively shifting his gaze from one LeBeau to the other. "Old man always boasted about it during his lectures, but nah. I doubt he's still alive. He had unpaid debts to very dangerous people; let alone his bad habits."
Shuffling through his left pocket Will seemed to have pulled out a photo. One of the man he doubt they knew. His father, William Todd, the LeBeau's namesake.
"Here," he tossed the stained, crumbled photo to the side Lucian & Charlemagne stood at. Right at their feet, the portrait laid in the dirt. "That's him. If you really wanna find him, we're gonna have to go home."
A firm pressure mounted along the sculpted shoulder of the Last Republican as Charlemagne gave it a fatherly squeeze, as he moved out in front and closer to Will. "Sounds bout the type your sister would shack up with." he shaded, purposefully neglecting in the moment to respect Lucian enough look him in the eye as he denounced his own daughter.
Yet there was obvious unease in the deeper cadence of his voice. A pain. A patriarchal pain of disappointment. His daughter had been brilliant, beautiful and bold. Strong and independent. To hear the man she had fallen in love with, bore a child to was little more then a common bum in dept to the wrong people, dangerous people, silently broke the Ultra_Sapien's heart.
Charlemagne buried his feelings as he ached and groaned bending over to swipe the mangled photo up off the dirt swept ground. Taking an exaggerated draw off the remaining butt of his cigar, he unceremoniously blasted the picture with a snorted exhale."&^%*ing Gothic. Figures."the background in Will's photo was a dead give away. "Only one skyline that goddamn dreary. Well dont just stand there with your head up your ass kid, come on. Lets go."
"I'm not sure how you arrived Will but we have a chopper on the other side of the dune there. I think its probably best if you ride with us. Whatya think?"Lucian suggested.
"Its not a choice. Get your ass in the chopper." Charlemagne barked, already making his way back the way they had come. A slight hitch in his giddy-up.
"Its not a choice. Get your ass in the chopper."
"-at. That's great."
Striking a mean grin towards the dune Lucian alluded towards before Will was interrupted, he began casually walking towards said chopper among his lineage. As he began making his way up and over the rubble mixed sand mound he had finally set eyes on the chopper as it sat basking under the intense heat. "You LeBeau's have your resources I'll say that," he smirked.
"So who's flying the bird? You guys know how to fly this thing right?" he turned his shoulder back towards Lucian and Charlemagne eyeing both LeBeau's confusingly.
Examining the vehicle in its strange militaristic fashion, Will's mind was stuck on the 'how' Lucian and Charlemagne mangaged to acquire the thing. He knew at the start the Anti-Mutants had power, but how much was still unbeknownst. Sitting on the near edge of the back compartment of the chopper, Will sat patiently for Charle's and Lucian if they weren't in already.
"What're we gonna do if we don't find my dad? 'Cause Lucian if my mother is who you say she is it's gonna take more than a while to find her."
Charlemagne roughly situated himself behind the flight controls as Lucian slipped a headset on in the passenger seat. Both having neglected to respond to William's questions and statements seemingly overcome with laser like focus, their attention firmly fixated on little more then getting to Gothic, and god willing, a trail or lead to follow.
The long since decommissioned MH-6 special operations chopper had been stripped of any armaments or even basic countermeasure defenses. It was purely a transportation vehicle. And a poor one at that.
After a few tries and curse riddle outbursts from the Anti-mutant militant, the propelling finally ignited and the group found themselves ascending into the atmosphere.
~Tell me a little bit about yourself Will. About your upbringing.~ Lucian questioned through the headset.
Charlemagne remained silent, smoking away on yet another partially consumed stogie but an arched left brow and piercing stare in the small mirror above the windshield inside the cockpit un-apologetically conveyed his investment in Will's anticipated answers.
~Tell me a little bit about yourself Will. About your upbringing.~
Glancing out of the cockpit window, William momentarily shot the same look Charlemagne conveyed right back at him into the rear-view mirror before turning his attention to Lucian. “Born in Gothic till I eventually ran-away about at the age 13. Last time I ever saw dad. After that I stumbled upon something like, I dunno, a boys home. Then ran from there again, that was until I met him.” Will leaned back into the position he was in while looking out of the window, “he taught me things. How to live; hard.”
True to form Lucian listened with empathy and attention. Charlemagne shook his head but deep down he respected the young runaways grit. He had even caught himself smirking as William shot him a returning glance in the mirror. And though he wouldnt admit it openly, the Lost LeBeau's story inspired a little sliver of hope inside the grizzled veteran.
The boy was a runner. Never in one place for too long. Always on the move. Always searching, but for what, well, that was the curse of all LeBeaus. Even now, as he mentioned friends the Ultra-Sapien took mental note that William had failed to bring any of them with him.
Attachments...the ultimate weakness
Sometime later Charlemagne and company touched down in a rural patch of land just outside of Gothic City. The skyline above the cityscape was well lit, premiering the more reputable skyscrapers and buildings. A deceptive sight as one might be led to believe Gothic was a thriving metropolis. A true beauty.
Truth was however, Gothic was a cancer. An epicenter of destruction. Birth place of some of the World's most diabolic villains. Nothing good ever came out of Gothic. Not a damn a thing.
Charlemagne seemed focused, even more then before. Something about being near Gothic had obviously effected him on a psychological level. Just then, as the group was gathering a couple bug-out-bags with water and such, coats, matches and flairs,
"Howdy there. That bird yours? Looks like she's seen better days." Unfortunately the passing motorist had no idea what he had just rode up on. Or whom. The militant LeBeau glanced towards Lucian who's apprehension was plastered all over his face.
Charlemagne leaned in resting his arms on the open window. Now visually nervous the motorist began to feel the heightened sense of dread and danger. "Mighty fine ride ya got here. Mighty fine"
................2 minutes later................
"We should at least bury him. Its only right." Lucian's suggestion caused the Ultra-Sapien to angrily get out of the stranger's car, of which he had already made himself at home behind the wheel.
"You wanna dig a grave? You go right ahead boy." Placing two fingers in his mouth before belting out a ear piercing whistle to round up the Lost LeBeau. Despite the fact that William was well within earshot. "Hey! Get your ass in car lets go. You got shotgun, your uncle's gonna stay his ass here and dig a grave. Aint that right boy? F'him. Its time we track down your father. And then...her."
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