Living Quarters: Marcus and Rick's Room

[Marcus Kingston]

Marcus wasn't feeling very well about this place. How things turned out was depressing. He always hope things would of turned out for the best. The coma news was icing on the cake too. He was lying back on the bed, arms up and hands clasped behind his head. He stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought.

[Skeiron]

Skeiron was walking down the hall when he noticed one of the spare rooms with an open door and the lights on. Passing by, he peered in, seeing an only 21 year old Marcus.

This isn't gonna be awkward...

"Um, hey..."

[Marcus Kingston]

His eyes shifted over to the door and was surprised to see the future Rick. He rolled over so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Hey," he said with a smile..though he felt a little odd about this.

[Skeiron]

"...So, welcome the future, I guess. Such as it is. The food, television, and nightlife are all shit, but on the bright side, every day's an adventure!"

[Marcus Kingston]

"Seems like something that'll get pretty old quick." He smirked.

"I'm glad you okay though.."

[Skeiron]

"Life's not much without you around, love," he mumbled, looking away. "God, I haven't given a fuck what I look like for years, and now I do again." He laughed, smiling bitterly. "Guess I look like shit now, huh?"

[Marcus Kingston]

He stood up and walked over closer to the Future Rick. He stood pretty close and his eyes slowly wandered over Rick's features. "Not at all."

"You're still just as handsome. Just older and more rugged. You know I like rugged.." He grinned.

[Skeiron]

"Liar." Marcus could small the alcohol on his breath easily. Still, he smiled a rare smile. "So, I guess you wanna know the things everyone else seems to be askin' about."

[Marcus Kingston]

"So not the case," he said with a grin. "Though I could go without the booze smell if anything. Otherwise, I like."

He thought about that for a moment. "Nah. You guys are probably sick of asking about that stuff. All I want to know is up until my coma..were we as happy as we could be. Together. With our daughter..I think Will said."

[Skeiron]

"We were. Things had already been goin' downhill, for sure, but...at least we were together. Have you seen her? Naida?"

[Marcus Kingston]

"No. I haven't actually. What's she like? Where did we adopt her?"

[Skeiron]

"She's my little darlin'," he beamed. "You'll know her when you see her. She's the only one around here with blue skin. Water elemental. We...uh, we found her in Italy. Venice to be exact. Her real name is Mariella."

[Marcus Kingston]

He smiled. "I'm glad she's taken to you..us so well. That's a very pretty name too."

[Skeiron]

"She loved you back then. And still does." He looked away. "It's a nice name, but don't call her that. She hates humans, and also hates her human name. We all just call her Naida."

[Marcus Kingston]

"That's unfortunate..but I can understand why. Having to grow up like this.." He looked away. "Do we know what happened to her parents?"

[Skeiron]

He snorted. "Humans. Her X-gene was active at birth. They gave her away to an orphanage the day she was born."

[Marcus Kingston]

"That's horrible. Well, if she was born in this time or even the beginning stages I can see how that's an issue."

[Skeiron]

"She's around in your time. Or is about to be. We got her when she was 5. They were...they were just starting to ship as many of us as they could to concentration camps." He gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing blue.

[Marcus Kingston]

"It's ridiculous how this has all turned out.." He frowned. "So, I bet you've been saying 'I told you so' since all this crap started huh?"

[Skeiron]

"Of course. I saw humanity's true colors back before I even went to Xavier's in New York. This fucking war was unavoidable, man."

[Marcus Kingston]

"Well, something stupid must of happened to cause it right? I don't think the humans decided to just change over night."

"Besides, I don't think striking first would of been something that honestly would of looked any good either."

[Skeiron]

"A mutant supremacist group killed the princess. Make no mistake, though, that was just the first flame to touch the kindling. It was fuckin' gonna come to this sooner or later."

[Marcus Kingston]

Marcus nodded slowly. "Still would of probably been better..much later. Hopefully more positive events to tell everyone that this whole thing wasn't a good idea."

He blinked. "Why..would they kill her?"

[Skeiron]

"We're not entirely sure. Like John guessed earlier, maybe they thought they could win the war once they started it. Obviously, they didn't."

[Marcus Kingston]

"Shows just how stupid trying to jump the gun went.." He sighed. "I could think of plenty of other more..I don't know, hateful people against us that they could of killed which one of got similar responses."

[Skeiron]

"No kiddin'. Some batshit crazy televangelist, some asshole US Senator..." He shook his head.

[Marcus Kingston]

"I mean..was it very obvious it was some mutant group? How doesn't anyone know we weren't just framed?"

[Skeiron]

"Oh yeah. It was mutants alright. Their powers were in full display. World Cup."

[Marcus Kingston]

He sighed. "How don't we know they weren't paid to do something stupid like that? No mutant in their right mine would want to kill her. There's no reason too."

[Skeiron]

He shrugged. "That's all I know. That's all we know, really."

[Marcus Kingston]

"Idiots.." He sighed and walked back over to the bed. He sat down on the edge. His arms folded over his chest. "You know, you can sit down if you want. No need standing the whole time."

[Skeiron]

"No, it's...I'm fine standin'." He leaned against the doorway. "So, what else do ya wanna know about out happy little world?"

[Marcus Kingston]

He sighed. "I can't picture asking anything and getting and answer that's pleasant. I mean..look at the place.." He chuckled.

He thought for a moment then decided to give in. "Are..our families okay?"

[Skeiron]

"The last I heard, your folks were okay. But it's been a while. I'm sure my parents are still around somewhere, but I keep prayin' that a goddamn meteor will fall on my dad." He paused, looking away again. "I...haven't heard from Bridget or Noah in over ten years now. I hope they're out there, but...there's no way of knowin'."

[Marcus Kingston]

"Well, if they are out there, we'll come across them soon enough. Your uncle was pretty awesome! I'm sure he's handled himself alright. I mean, a good amount of us have."

[Skeiron]

"Maybe. I'm pretty sure there are some mutant hideouts in the Rockies. But over the years, the flatscans have taken out a lot of strong people."

[Marcus Kingston]

"Well..we are highly outnumbered. Anyway! When we get back to our time..maybe we'll be able to stop all this from happening! I'm sure if we looked hard enough..even if things changed some we could find Naida again too."

[Skeiron]

Skeiron snorted. "If you get back. Good luck on that. But...if you do, I hope you do find Naida. She deserves better than this..."

[Marcus Kingston]

He smiled. "I have little doubt that we will! We're kind of the most resourceful lot to have got sent here. Let alone, we have hat Rob West guy..he's a genius."

[Skeiron]

"Yeah, and not always the good kind, either."