Post by fqtt on Apr 23, 2009 21:46:55 GMT -5
Kasim stood in front of the gates to Xavier's mansion, admiring the craftsmanship of the iron before someone could tear it down to admit them in. He was heavily clothed as was the custom of his people. Large pieces of black cloth wound around and around until there was nothing showing except his eyes, dark and pitiless. He was honoured to have a place here among these mutants whose names resounded throughout time. Sinister, Bastion, Magneto... each had a history with Xavier. He himself had one, however brief. Each had also brought his own followers, and their numbers massed in the hundreds. Kasim had brought a handful of his own SaMrodhayati, the ones who could block a mutant's power from working, and around fifty or so other warriors from his land, all skilled in hand-to-hand combat, all carrying swords. They, too, were dressed in the similar Middle-Eastern fashion. They waited for the other, more powerful mutants to advance. Sinister namely. Just the man's name sent chills down his spine. What he would give to control his powers...