ooc: Part of Peter's Lost In The Future prompt. Mentions of doug_ramsey and tm_northstar used with permission. Also, future!john_movinon = me, so I give myself permission to use him so much in this piece. :D


Peter sat at the chair, his back straight and ridged. The kitchen – in fact, the whole first floor – of the secret safehouse of John Allerdyce’s resistance was empty. Peter was quite sure the rest of the members were ordered away to give the two men some time alone, and some space.

John made a promise to him, and Peter was determined to have him see it through.

The cup of tea sat in front of Peter, and he watched the little streams of steam float into the air. He looked over at John, who was standing by the window. The other man was thinking, or perhaps just gathering a calm presence, so that he and Peter could have this talk.

They’d been like this for several minutes, and Peter didn’t know what it was going to start. He had infinite patience and was waiting for John to begin, but he came to the conclusion that he would have to ask if he wanted his answer.

“John,” he said softly, his thick Russian accent making the single word sound choppy. But it drew the older man’s attention. Peter had now gotten used to this being the forty-some year old man in front of him rather then the teenager he’d once known. John didn’t say anything, but merely glanced over at him.

Peter had to ask. He couldn’t not ask.

( What have I done? )

ooc: Part of Peter's Lost In The Future plot.


They had made it out of Colossus' domain, past the walls and to western Europe. John had a hideout in France, a special little safe house that was the home base for his resistance. The group that was dedicated to finding and saving Peter before the, well, evil future version of him did.

John had been successful. At least to the point of getting to Peter first, though they were still working on the part that got him back home to where he belonged. They didn't know how his evil self had done it the first time, and Illyana seemed to be missing from this plane of existence, and was no longer paying attention to John's attempts to find her and get her help.

So, now, Peter was also staying at the house. John assured him it was safe, as long as he stayed in the parameters of the property. He said it was much like the house he had in Kansas - no one would be able to find it if he didn't want them too. Peter was more then welcome to go outside, as long as he didn't stray too far. John's (and his) enemies knew he had a house in the area, even though they couldn't find it, so going to far without proper precautions was dangerous for them. John said he was looking for a new location, but for now, this was the safest place they could be until he could get them out.

And still Peter felt uncomfortable with the limitations; he wanted to be able to move freely. It was still hard for him to understand how this future worked, even though he'd been there for weeks and had faced danger on more the one occasion. Thankfully, Jones invited him into town for one of the supply trips. It had to be strategically planned, but it worked well for them, usually.

( Peter didn't know that John didn't approve his going until they had left the home base property. )

ooc: Part of the Lost In The Future plot Peter is involved in.


Peter looked out the little slits in the wall, out into the moving landscape. He was in the back of the armoured truck, with John Allerdyce, and they were making their way from the Zone, away from what was formally known as Russia. Away from those who hunted Peter down, though John said they must remain on guard and in secret, moving as quietly as they could. Colossus' arm had a very long reach.

The trees seemed to get richer and fuller the further they got away from the Zone, becoming green and leafy again. Those they left in their wake had been shrunken, shabby, and nearly bare; burned down or destroyed from the effects of the past war, barely managing to hang on and grow up again. In his head, Peter drew a sketch, a line of trees, becoming bigger and stronger and more robust as they went along the page. Like the line of evolving monkeys to man that Peter had seen in a museum once.

( Peter was very tired. He'd much rather focus on that then what was happening outside and behind the armoured truck. )

ooc: Part of the Lost In The Future plot that Peter is stuck in.



Peter wonders if the sun ever shines in this barren wasteland. A lot of times, it does, quite brightly, so he knows it's a silly thing to wonder, but it's hard to notice the bright sunshine as something good when it shines down on such destruction. The future is not so bright, but it sure does have a lot of sun.

A lot of villages lay in ruins, abandoned and empty. And a lot of them that are occupied have buildings that are crumbling and falling apart, a mute gray with brick showing through the plaster, and have no proper running water. A lot of people cram themselves into those 'good' buildings, and it makes Peter very sad.

The roads are cracked and full of potholes, and lines haven't been painted on them for years. Not a lot of people have vehicles to drive on them anymore, only the military and army. If people prefer to travel by foot, they will take different paths, away from the roads that are used.

Much like the ones that Peter is walking on. And it wasn't even difficult for a man his size, stature, and (un)popularity (at least in this future) to do so, that's how good the hidden paths were.

It was always his intent to get out of what he knew as Russia, get as far as he could from those hunting him, but he took it on good advice to walk another way. He had no clue, but there were warring factions looking for him, and he was found by the ones not looking to kill him, so that was good.

Peter wiped the sweat from his brow. It was so hot here, so unlike what it used to be. He wondered if there was an even bigger hole in the ozone, if that's why it was so much brighter here, and hotter. Maybe some big nuclear something or other that destroyed this land. It didn't seem to be full ofcontamination or whatever, not that John or the others warned him about, so maybe he was just letting his mind wander too much. It was so easy to do that here. To think of home; his real home, not this one that he was left forward in.

Peter is determined to get there, to where he really lives. To his home in Russia (the real Russia), to his family, to his lover. He has to do that, he knows, and change things. Things had to be changed.

Or else they would all end up living in this place. Those who survived it, anyway.

Two days after this...


Living metal, cold and hard yet fluid and moving, moves through the air. A balled fist, gray and hard, connects with the pink flesh of an under jaw. With the hit, the man's body flies backward, his spine crashing hard with the sharp corner of two connecting walls, and it crumbles to the ground.

Two more men run up behind the mound of organic steel flesh, but he's ready for them. Flash of metal, upper cut and a round house kick, and both fall similar to the first.

A holler for him. Not a cry for help, exactly, but for assistance. He takes off, surprisingly fast and limber for his size. Plowing through walls, the weak plaster is no match for him. He runs until he finds the dancing fire and flame, though he has no fear for it - none of it touches him or harms him in the slightest.

He assists in taking care of the hunters in that area too, taking them down one by one, though the fire takes them down as well. Finally, when they are all taken care of, the fire is gone in an instant.

"You know," Pyro says dryly, looking rather unimpressed. "Your sister is a real bitch."

"That is inappropriate," Colossus scolds immediately, though he sounds very even toned.

Pyro just snorts. "This coming from a man that threatened to tear a guy's arms off and beat him over the head with them. But then throws him off a roof instead."

Metal swirls around, receding and going back, and pink flesh become abundant.

Peter Rasputin shakes his head. "That was not appropriate either."

The ignition on the flamethowers is cut off, and John Allerdyce rolls his eyes. "Come on, let's go."

Peter nods in agreement and follows wordlessly.

Patient: Peter Rasputin / Colossus
Fandom: X-Men
Partners: john_ispyro and tm_northstar
OOC: Based on House of TM events, a bit of an AU that tm_colossus and john_ispyro, among others, were involved in last year. Now a part of Peter’s RP canon.


In a time that Peter didn’t really live, he had a relationship with John Allerdyce. In an altered world where Peter wasn’t really Peter, but he was. In an altered world where John wasn’t really John, but he was. Wanda Maximoff, with her magics and mutation, with her ability to do practically anything, altered the world, and there, Peter Rasputin and John Allerdyce were different people who were very deeply involved, though not entirely defined. Not at the point, those very few days, that they actually lived in that reality.

Though, their history spanned back several years. Nothing but fabricated memories, but those feelings… those felt very real. They were real.

But the world was righted again. Peter kept his memories, but John… John did not. And so, Peter remembered their love. And suffered it in silence as Pyro went back to being madly in love with his real boyfriend, Douglas Ramsey.

It was not too long after the world was righted again that Peter Rasputin met Jean-Paul Beaubier. Jean-Paul, who didn’t know or understand Peter’s hesitation – out of respect for John and his real life, Peter just couldn’t tell others about what had transpired in that altered world. Not right away. (He hoped that John – Pyro - a friend but nothing more now, would never find out.) Jean-Paul, who pursued Peter so relentlessly and with such focus, in a way that Peter will never understand.

His previous ‘relationship’ – or, rather, the memories of it – did influence the person Peter became. Specifically, regarding relationships themselves.

With Jean-Paul, Peter wanted to go slow. He make sure it was real - the realness of his feelings is now something that was very important to Peter. He had his mind and memories messed with, and he needed to know what he felt for Jean-Paul was genuine, and not just and attempt to get over feelings he shouldn’t have ever had in the first place.

As their relationship progressed, Peter was able to speak to Jean-Paul about this. Peter was a very private person, and not very good at speaking candidly with people. But with Jean-Paul, it was easy – well, to be fair, easier.

And that, alone, was a sign that what he felt for Jean-Paul was more real then anything he’d felt before. Even those real-feeling faux-feelings that still swirled around his mind and held a spot in his heart. That past relationship made him be careful of future ones, yes, but not in a bad way, he came to realize.

His past relationship with John just made Peter know this – he was capable of great love, but in this reality, the choice of lover was his, and his alone.

And he chose Jean-Paul Beaubier. And it was, indeed, a great love.

Peter decided that the middle of the night would be the best time to try to get past the Barricade. True, the middle of the night was probably expected as the time someone would try to break out of the country, and security was quite high during those hours, but the better cover of night was near impossible to pass up in this sort of situation.

He was hidden in the cover of trees, far from the watch towers and out of the way, and he was waiting for the right time. By his estimation, it would take about an hour to get to the wall and try to scale it, and he had to be quiteprecise with this, so he set his watch very carefully.

He grabbed his pack and hoisted it up on his back, and was just about to start his little mission (but an incredibly important, life-saving one, possible) when a voice halted him and made him freeze in spot.

"Now is not the right time, Big Guy."

Peter turned slowly, looking in the direction of the voice, and he wasn't frightened or scared or anxious. It was a voice he knew. A voice that shouldn't exist. Not anymore.

"You are dead," Peter whispered into the dark.

A small click, and then a small bundle of light appeared. It shifted up through the air, and hovered there, illuminating the face of the one who controlled it. It was older now, approximately twenty years older, but the eyes and the lips the hair and the voice... Peter believed this was who he thought it was.

"And you're stuck in the future," John Allerdyce said to him. "Funny how things go, huh? Look, I'm going to sound extremely cliche right now, but dude, you want to live? Come with me."

Peter nodded, and followed John into the night, in the opposite direction of his original intent.

He knew, without a doubt, this was the thing to do.

ooc: This is based off RP canon and regarding the vague references that Peter and his sister, Illyana, have been making to the future – and after Illyana (who has powers of traveling through space and time) has lost Peter. It’s a bit of a homage to both Marvel and Heroes, which I both love, and who both love to get people lost in times that are not their own. A made up time and place of my own, and absolutely nothing is binding to any muse whatsoever. The point is to change it, of course. :)


The idea of the near future is something that has become horribly complex for Piotr Rasputin, for he is a man lost in the future. Gone ahead into a time that is not his own.

What is it that he should count as the future now?

If he were to go back to his own time, right this instant, he would have a good concept of what would happen in his rightful near future. Not through omniscience, not from living through it, but from learning it as a part of history.

Sadly, history in this time isn’t permitted to be discussed. It could get a person arrested, or shot even, or to have them mysteriously disappear were it to be discussed. Books with the knowledge are banned and burned, and computer systems rigged in such a way that there is an ever watchful eye. And so, at this point, Peter can not give exact specifics to what happened in the past – what is supposed to be his future – but he knows enough to know it is not good.

In his time, he would have to look forward to three very large events:

A new order of evolved humans start to crop up and take recognition. They don’t have the same exact genetic make-up as Mutants, and they don’t take on that name. But they have abilities, as strong and powerful as any mutant.

The war for control becomes less and less about humans vs. mutants. It becomes Powers Vs Powers, and a fight over who has the right political beliefs, and who has the wrong ones, and who deserves to have control, and which group is the best and most right. (Thinking back on it, Peter can see where, in his own time, this is already starting to happen.)

And finally: the desolation of the country formally known as Russia is all Peter’s fault.


But Peter doesn’t really have the time to worry about these things. He does have to deal with the near future: the near near future, the immediate days forthcoming that he has to try and survive. And for this, he looks forward to three things too:

Finding food and shelter while remaining inconspicuous and continuing to stay uncaught by the hounds.

Finding his sister of this time. No longer known as Illyana, and an extremely powerful being, she is recluse and there are naught but whispers of her existence.

And remaining uncaught and un-captured by… well. Himself.


The near future is something that has become horribly complex for Piotr Rasputin, for he is a man lost in the future.



ooc: I do have permission from a couple of muns to do with their muses in this future as I please - mostly, death and despair. Huzzah! I will not mention any muses without prior consent, but if you don't care what I do with them in this future, please let me know. I'll see what I can come up with - or let me know what you'd like! ;)

ooc: Takes place after this ficlet. Plotted out with tm_magik.


Piotr Rasputin has never thought his sister, Illyana, mad. Never, despite how unstable her mutation was. Never, despite how powerful her magic was. Never, despite the state she would return to the family after a trip into the future she feared so much. She would yell at him, and curse, and cry, and break-down, but he never thought her mad.

He thought her special.

He still thinks that, that she is special and brave, even when she comes to him after John's death. But, for the first time, he thought her to have gone a bit mad when he sees her face after they go through that... that place. Her Otherworld. The port-way between the present and the future.

He sees the wildness in her eyes as they look around, the scorched earth and yellow clouds. She screams and yells at him and calls it all his fault. He can't help but wonder how much of that is true, or if she just thinks it is.

Then, then he feels truly sorry for her, for what she knows but doesn't understand and sees and has to deal with on her own.

She doesn't have to be on her own anymore. He knows. He's struck with clarity - he's going to help her through this.


But then.
She is gone.


And it is he who is alone in the future now.
He doesn't know how to get back.


He looked around the world, scorched earth and yellow sky. As he trucks his way across what seems like a desert, thirsty and tired and trying to find shelter and food and maybe a sign of civilization, he thinks:

How long will it be until he is found by her? If at all? How will his love, Jean-Paul, deal with this? Jean-Paul stays on his mind, and Peter tries to send out calming thoughts through years past to him.

And Peter, for once, can not help but think of himself: How long will it be before he goes mad in this place, so far from his home and time?

I went home this past Christmas, to Russian, to see my family. It had been quite some time since I had seen them.

I think, at first, my boyfriend Jean-Paul was under the assumption that he would be joining me. I think I hurt him when I said that I would be going alone. I know that I was very sad at hurting him so, and that I could not invite him.

There were reasons, of course. The main being my sister, Illyana. She is was unstable, and to introduce someone new in such an environment and season as Christmas, when everything is already so elevated, it would not have been a very good experience for her.

As well, my parents are not behind this relationship one-hundred percent, and neither was Illyana, and I did not wish to spend the time I had with them in an awkward situation during our visit. Nor did I want Jean-Paul to feel awkward or unwanted. I would never want him to feel this way.

But some time has passed since then. I talk to my parents, quite frequently, and I explain my relationship to them. That I am with the man I love and that is not going to change, even if it is going against their wishes. And that it is a wish of mine for them to meet him.

I think I have them agreeing to this, to meet him. This makes me quite happy. Jean-Paul, if you are interested, perhaps in the next couple of months, we can make arrangements to visit my parents in Russia? I would very much like for you to meet them.

My apologies for my absence as of late on the internet. Things have been very busy here at the school as the year begins to wrap up. Yes, I know that there are still a couple months left but this is what is referred to as 'crunchy time,' I do believe, yes?


Tonight, a date with Jean-Paul. I am very much looking forward to it. But, before I start getting ready for that, I think I will do this meme. I like it.



Only 3 word answers. No more, no less.

( three word meme )

ooc: Pretend this was done as soon as the news broke? Because Peter SO would have called immediately. I'm just behind!



Peter saw the news. He knew it was a big day for Jean-Paul and Senator Kelly. Even if he wasn't a supporter of Kelly and his politics, he wanted to support Jean-Paul, so he was watching the speeches and waiting for the vote.

And then Kelly. Kelly, he came out as a mutant. And that confused Peter. But, in the next instant, Kelly was shot, and all Peter could think of was Jean-Paul.

Peter immediately called Jean-Paul's cell, but got the voicemail. He wasn't surprised. He left a message.


Jean-Paul. It is Peter. I am wondering how you are doing. I hope you are okay. Please... call me when you get the chance.


Peter knew he sounded worried and concerned and upset. But he knew he kept the anger out of his voice, which was good. Peter tried very hard not to get angry at Kelly, to keep his rage down.

But he didn't know how much longer he'd be able to keep in his frustration at the constant danger Senator Kelly kept putting Jean-Paul in.

Peter could not lose Jean-Paul. He would not.

Still, for Robert and his family, he says a silent prayer for safety. And for Jean-Paul, too.

It seems that this part of my relationship with Jean-Paul has been under much scrutiny by his close friends as of late. So much to the point I almost feel I should have to defend myself.

For the record, I do not think I should. I know where Jean-Paul and I stand, and we have a mutual understanding, even if it is not perfect. But others do not seem to see, and I feel badly for the way they are making him feel. I can not just stand by and say nothing in this case, though this seems to be the common perception of me.


It appears that the popular opinions is that I do not make enough sacrifices.

I will not quit my job as an X-Man. I will not move out of the Mansion and into the city, either on my own or with him, which would make me be closer with him. These are both things that he would like, but I have discussed it with him and he knows how I feel about it.

But to think I have not made sacrifices for our relationship would be quite wrong.

I have made sacrifices for the sake of our relationship. I am not bringing these up to make you feel badly, Jean-Paul, so please do not even think that.

My family does not approve of this relationship. This would mean more to others if they understood how much my family means to me, how traditional we are, how much I respect and cherish their opinions. And, despite this, I date Jean-Paul because I love him and want to be with him. Maybe it is not under the most perfect circumstances that we are able to do so, but it is certainly better then going without. In one way, it hurts me to disappoint them so, but I feel I must also keep myself happy. Being with Jean-Paul makes me very happy.

This bit, going against my families wishes in regards to my relationship, is a bigger sacrifice then anyone could know. Or understand. Perhaps to others, this is not a grand enough gesture in terms of the sacrifices I should make. But, to me, it is as much as I can currently give, and perhaps more then I should.

I hope it is enough for you, Jean-Paul. I am sorry if the other things make you so unhappy, or that it seems I will not 'budge'. I give you everything I can. I am sorry if it is not enough.

Peter attends Lorna's record party. When it is his turn, he pops in a CD, and strong, yet soothing, instramental music comes on. There are no vocals.

"It is a traditional Russian song," he explains.

The song plays for about six minutes. When it is over, he gets up and says, "This music is like me. Traditional, Russian, strong, yet nice."

And then he sits down again and allows for the next person to have their turn.




ooc: Mun can't so much with the reply on tags right now, but that's okay, because we all know that Peter isn't very chatty. He'll stand around, being the big stoic statue that he is, but listen attentively to all the conversations around him. Still, if your muse would like to speak with him, and you don't mind playing in bendy time, please feel free to leave a comment! I'll get to them this weekend, hopefully. Kelly, he'll be avoiding you. ;)

ooc: Based on the House of TM plot, and current RP.

[locked to those who were apart of and remember Wanda's Second World]


Sometimes I wish... No. Sometimes I think about how things would be if I did not remember Wanda's world. Wanda's second world. The one where I was madly in love with John Allerdyce, new member of the Freedom Force.

Because I see this world, and I see John Allerdyce, new member of the Freedom Force, but it is so different. It does not feel... right. This John did not chose to leave the Brotherhood, did not choose to become Freedom Force and try to right things. This John did it because he was, in a way he is not likely to admit but we all know, forced to.

He is doing it without the support of his loved one. It is so easy to see he is hurt and struggling. And I want to be there. I feel as if I should be there for him. I can not be. Not in the way I was in Wanda's world. And I know that I should not be, I only wish... no, would prefer, that I did not have these feelings.

If I could buy a magic potion, it would not be one to make things the way they were in that world - that was not right. That did not really exist. That should not be there. But, I would buy a magic potion to help me forget it. Just those few days, which are too many years, and too much love and pain and feelings that do not really belong to me.

But I wonder if taking away those memories would change the way I am now. I fear that. I would not want to change the way I am now. And so I think I would rather live life without a magic potion for anything, and just let things happen as they will, or as they should. It is, after all, the way of life and nothing should play around with that.

Peter reads the papers, he does, and pays attention to the news. Maybe people don't realize, since he didn't speak up much about current affairs and newsworthy subjects, but he pays attention to them. So many people he knows grace the headlines, how could he not?


Pyro killing five members of Friends of Humanity. The Brotherhood mass attack. Douglas Ramsey arrested. Pyro taking responsibility. Jean-Paul: one of a kind. Senator Kelly (and staff) being shot at by anti-mutant group. Jean-Paul being spit on by Ms. Villias. Jean-Paul: Freak on a leash? Douglas Ramsey set free. Pyro betraying the Brotherhood. The Brotherhood in jail. Douglas Ramsey released of charges. Jean-Paul Beaubier being involved with Senator Robert Kelly (according to tabloids.) Tabloid of Jean-Paul wishing to get a disease from his boss. Jean-Paul commenting on Freedom to Marry Week. Lorna Dane and her relationship, her break-up, her child. The Osborns. Jean-Paul assaulting a protester. John Allerdyce: Bodyguard. Jean-Paul staying in prison as a publicity stunt.


Peter reads the headlines. He just prefers not to talk about them. He's afraid of what his disposition may become if he starts talking about them.

And so, it might appear as if he hasn't read them at all. But, he has. He knows.

Found here at ct_waitingroom.

It is hard to think of it as a lie, because I know that my parents told it to me for protection, because I was so young.

Illyana, my sister, you were probably to young to remember. I hope you were.

It was about my older brother, Mikhail. I was nine years old at the time. My brother, he was supposed to come home one day. And then he did not.

My parents said it was because he was gone away to work.

That, right there, was the lie.

My brother had been taken away from us. He was put in a camp. They don't exist, anymore, those camps, because they were for the Soviet Union, the USSR, but that does not exist anymore either. The camps were for many different people, for many different reasons. One of those reasons, the one that got my brother, was mutant.

But, my older brother, he was brave and smart and he got away from one of those camps. I did not know the whole story, the whole truth, until they came for me, as a re-payment of sorts, for his escape.

I was nine. I was not even a mutant yet. That did not matter, not to them. They came for me. My brother, still brave and smart, came up with a way to smuggle me out of the camps, and out of the country, but his life was forfeit.

Do not think poorly of my parents. I do not blame them, not one bit, not even when I was younger. They were scared for their oldest son, and trying to protect their younger children. It was to try to keep us children even longer, let us keep our innocence, our youth.

It is sad their plan did not work, but it is not their fault at all. It is the way of the world.

I would like to politely request that people please give Jean-Paul some space. He should be in bed, sleeping, or even if he is not sleeping, he should be resting and trying to recuperate after the odd and stressful events that have occurred over the past few days.

Please respect this request, not for me, but for Jean-Paul.


And, Jean-Paul, that does mean an effort on your part as well.



ooc: This takes place the morning after this RP. And the second thread on that post takes place right after this one as well.