Log File 2017.04.15

Since the initial change to Deven when getting into that machine, some adjustments in getting used to this duality of living had been required. Much of his time had been quietly in the sealed lab of the Tomorrow Center. Thinking. Planning. …and eventually doing. He’d sent a call out to Max Winters…a calling to compel the young man to find himself drawn to the Tomorrow Center. There was a conversation required with the young man. Max felt that call, but not consciously…it was more an urge to be closer to his mother, Steena, now that he knew of her existence and where to find her. While he’d spent his time living and training with the X-Men at the estate, he had been separate from his mother. The mental nudge to his mind wouldn’t seem out of place, but when he found himself outside the wall at the Tomorrow Center…it left a slight confusion of why here exactly but in a way it felt right at the time. Upon contact with the wall, Max found it ripple to part like metallic water to allow him entry to the sealed lab where Deven waited patiently. Though not quite the Deven Allah that Max recalled when going through some tests there at the Center before learning of his mother. The discussion was regarding ‘the future’ and how it should include mutants. Eager as he’d been to play a more active roll within the X-Men in the first place, Deven was saying all the right things…even a mental nudge to compel a more desired response was in sync with the young man’s desire. It take much for Deven, or as he prefers En Sabah Nur, to get Max to agree to take part in this new world for mutants. This was the day that Max stepped into the sarcophagus and became not just Vangard…but War.

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