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Emma Frost was created by Chris Claremont and John Bryne.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer was created By Joss Whedon and all the characters with the BTVS TV series are his as well.
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“How goes it?” Mesmero asked Essex.
“The clone is growing very well. She should be able to get out of the tube in six weeks.” Essex told him.
“We can't accelerate it?” Mesmero asked.
“No. We're short on supplies. I told you this.” Essex said. He needed the rest of the base materials stashed for his own experiments. “The last clone growing as fast as it did was a quirk of it's own genetic code. Even if we had any more samples from it, splicing anything into this one could cause any number of untold side effects.”
“The first gate has been opened. We can open the second gate once we find the totem guardian.” Mesmero said.
“Have you had any luck in finding it?” Essex asked.
“No, our lord has not deigned to show me what it is we're looking for. Once he does, the search will be much easier.” Mesmero said. “In the meantime, make sure that clone grows correctly.”
“Of course.” Essex said as Mesmero turned to leave.
Once the mutant had left. Essex stared as his hand. The skin shifted to an alabaster white and then back to his original skin tone. The grafts were working. “I really must thank Mystique for her donation.” He muttered.
“Man you're slow.” Ben said as he tackled the Slayer.
“Oof!” Faith grunted as the wind was knocked out of her.
“Next time someone tells you to leave their land, it'd be a good idea to listen to them.” Ben lectured.
“Asshole.” Faith gasped.
“Maybe.” Ben shrugged as he got off of the Slayer. “But that doesn't matter. I told you that you were trespassing. Next time, I turn on the active defenses.”
“What could those do?” Faith snorted.
“Buzz saw projectiles.” Ben stated.
“Crap.” Faith said as she stood. “I'll go.”
“Good.” Ben said. “Where's your car?”
“Two miles down the road.” Faith said.
Ben teleported her there and then back to the compound.
“Everything okay?” Calvin asked him as he entered the house.
“Not really.” Ben sighed. “Just things from my original's past popping up.”
“It'll get better.” Calvin told him. “You're starting to move on.”
“Cordelia's abilities telling you that?” Ben asked.
“Yep.” Calvin nodded. “I made cocoa.”
“Thanks.” Ben said as he headed towards the kitchen.
“Something wrong?” Ororo asked Hank as the two watched the sun rise.
“I'm getting restless here. I don't know if it's working for that fool of a principal or something else.” Hank said softly. “I feel like a part of me literally wants to run wild.”
“You can resign from the high school if you think that's best. We're getting closer to establishing this place as a school in its own right. It should be ready by the fall.” Ororo told him. “Having a certified teacher on staff would certainly help.”
“I've been happier here amongst friends and colleagues than I have in years on my own.” Hank said softly. “But I don't think it's the best solution.”
“You want to go public? It's one thing to have a mutant such as Angel, but some of us would be considered evil due to our appearance.” Ororo said.
“Kurt does give that impression from a distance.” Hank agreed. “That alone could be used as a launching point for a campaign saying we mutants are against god's design.”
“Which you could outright refute in a debate.” Ororo countered.
“There's no arguing with the masses.” Hank told her. “Just pointing their fear in one direction or another.”
“All the more reason for keeping things separated for now.” Ororo concluded.
Hank blinked, realizing the conversation had been turned against him. “Well played.” he muttered.
The entertainment room....
“What the hell is this?” Wanda said as she sat down on the sofa next to her boyfriend.
“Only one of the best shows ever. It's where I first started learning English.” Kurt said.
She watched the skinny man in the red shirt accidentally bludgeon the man in blue. “This is supposed to be funny?” She asked.
“It's timeless.” Kurt told her.
She watched the show with him. “This isn't that bad.”
“Good, cause there' another episode on after this one.” Kurt grinned. “That Gilligan, the things he gets into.”
“I'll take your word for it.” Wanda grinned. “I'd have to see more to judge for myself.
“Restless are we?” Xander asked Hank as he sat down in front of the science teacher.
“Very.” Hank said as he set his book down. “You've got a bit of a beast in you. Logan goes on his trips to 'clear his head'. What do you do?”
“Well aside from the sex, you can always run through a nice secluded forest.” Xander suggested.
“You know any places off the top of your head?” Hank asked.
“I'd have to update my trail maps, but I can think of a few if you don't mind technical trespass.” Xander told him. “It's best to go on the closed off trails since we'll not have anyone bothering us.”
“I'll take your word for it, but I have to say the prospect sounds quite nice.” Hank mused.
“I thought you'd like it.” Xander grinned. “I don't do it too often these days but it's still a great way to escape.”
“This is grand!” Hank said as he swung from branch to branch.
“Glad you like it.” Xander said as he easily kept pace with the other furred mutant. “It's fun to run on the ground too you know.”
Hank laughed. “I guess I'm just a monkey's uncle at heart.”
Elsewhere in the forest...
“You fellas see what I'm seeing?” A man said.
“Bigfoot and his cousin?” Another asked.
“Yep.” The first man answered.
“Let me get my rifle.” The second man said.
Back with the guys....
“I don't think we're alone.” Xander said as he came to a stop. Hank landed next to him and Xander went invisible, taking Hank along with him.
“Shoot! Where'd they go?” A man cried. “We had bigfoot in our sights and we missed him!”
“Time to go.” Xander whispered.
“And we were starting to have fun too.” Hank sighed. “All right. Take us home.”
“Man why didn't anyone come out to help this?” Detective George Stacy asked the uniform on site.
“Spoken orders sir, we were to leave this building alone unless we were called.” The officer said. “We all know who lives in there. Or did anyways.”
“Anyone report on anything strange happening last night?” Stacy asked.
“Just a van from a cleaning service out of Jersey.” The officer told him. “They're not really sure when the van left.”
“Are there any survivors?” Stacy asked.
“None so far.” The officer said. “Shame isn't it?”
Stacy frowned. “Shame that we couldn't have this happen the right way is more like it. If he keeps this up, the Punisher's going to be a bigger menace than all the criminals he's killed combined.”
“If you say so sir.” The officer said with a shrug.
Forest Hills, Queens.....
“And that is that.” Peter said as he finished tightening the small screw.
“What is that?” Mary Jane asked as she came in and looked at what he was doing.
“I call it a Spider-Tracer.” Peter said as he turned it on. Both his and Mary Jane's spider sense started buzzing.
“We plant these on crooks to follow them.” Mary Jane guessed. “You build a launcher for it yet?”
“That's the next step.” Peter said as he rubbed his eyes. “I want to build a few more of these before designing that. We'll find that damn green thing. If it can survive those explosions maybe something on it will too.”
“Sounds like a plan. So what do you think about this Punisher guy that's in the news?” Mary Jane wondered.
“I think he's bad news, but so far there has been next to no collateral damage. That's surprising.” Peter sighed as he leaned back in his chair.
“My grandfather used to say something he learned in the war.” Mary Jane said.
“Which war?” Peter asked.
She shrugged. “He didn't say. But he did say that some people need killin' Otherwise, they'll be doing that to you.”
“Killing the Kingpin is going to cause a gang war of untold proportions.” Peter said. “We can't stop that kind of stuff on our own.”
“No but we can certainly try.” Mary Jane countered. “This Punisher guy might be in town still. We may not like what he does, but he gets the job done.”
“I know.” Peter sighed. “Considering how often some of our opponents get out, maybe we should point him in their direction.”
“You're terrible.” Mary Jane grinned.
Peter shrugged. “Just tired.”
“You sure I can't encourage you to be 'up' for anything else?” Mary Jane grinned.
“I suppose you could persuade me.” Peter said as a slow smile formed on his face.
"Kids, Dinner!" May called.
Both teens sighed.
"I swear your aunt is psychic." Mary Jane told her boyfriend.
"You're not wrong." Peter grinned.