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 Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 1:59 am
✖ ▐ ATTACK OF THE MACHINES xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
CHAPTER: XXII -22- xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ✖ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxx xxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▄▄▄▄▄▄ ✖ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ W e l c o m e, to A c a d e m y X ↓▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃Several years ago, human and mutant relations seemed to be getting better on the planet Earth. Those that advocated for human rights seemed to have lessened in their campaign’s to end mutant-kind. Perhaps it was the work of the X-Men—Keeping their own in line…Perhaps it was the improved, more humane efforts from the Mutant Task Force. Or…Perhaps it was simply the calm before the storm.
One fateful night, after a long absence from the limelight, Magneto appeared above New York… Finally driven to insanity by his need to hold dominion over all, he unleashed an attack on New York. It left devastating effects in the area… And an estimated 2.5 million innocent civilians and mutants were lost.
The X-Men, Fantastic Four, Avengers, and any other hero in New York City fought Magneto and his Brotherhood back and stopped them from doing any more damage to the United States…Though they escaped custody.
This was not to be the end of the conflict... SHIELD, a United Nations sanctions organization, decided that Magneto and his Brotherhood were a threat to national security. When Magneto and his team fled to the Island of Genosha, SHIELD unleashed several Sentinels with a seek and destroy order… The citizens of Genosha would not allow for their up until recently, altruistic leader to be destroyed.
Five million mutants died in this conflict, and the mutant haven Genosha was scorched and left for rubble.
Magneto was presumed dead. The government disbanded the Sentinel Project after seeing what had become of Genosha. There was nothing left… And too few powerful mutants left willing to fight them. SHIELD deemed that the mutant threat, was no more.
Nevertheless, because of this horror and loss…the Human vs. Mutant conflict escalated to the highest peak… Those with abilities were no longer safe. Not even in their own homes. To look impartial, Charles Xavier stepped down as head master of his school and appointed two opposing mutants as headmasters: Scott Summers and Emma Frost. He is currently a figurehead, and leading promoter for equality and peace.
The Xavier Institute has always served as a home and school for children and teenagers who desired to learn about their abilities and train to be X-Men—If they so chose. But now any troubled mutant, anyone with an ability would be welcome behind their doors if they were looking for peace. However, the dynamics between the teams changed over the years… Students grew older, and more capable… And due to the lack of mutant’s from the massacre in Genosha—The Academy promoted two teams to X-Men status.
Alpha and Omega.
They’ve taken on many enemies to the X-Men, and to the human race over the years… And have somehow managed to come out on top, despite the odds. Over four years have passed since the massacre in Genosha… And while Mutant/Human relations have been strained—Up until recently, there has been a relative calm.
But things are changing again, there are whispers of unrest… Life for the X-Men won’t be getting easier anytime soon. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ N e w C h a r a c t e r s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ All new characters will have been a student at the Xavier Institute for six months to a year. Their ability level should be considered at least 2nd Year. Because they have shown exceptional skill above their peers, they will be promoted from their student team to one of the Junior X-Men teams (this was assigned to you upon application approval.) The first post of the character would have them talking to either Scott Summers or Emma Frost about their promotion... Or they could gloss over it, and start with them settling in...Their dorm room would also be moved to the area where the Junior X-Men students are housed.
If they are in High School: They are taking classes within the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters
If they are in College: They are attending The Xavier Instutite--An accredited program within the Academy. It's a way for mutants to further their education without prejudice. Especially if they aren't in control of they powers yet. They take classes at the Academy, or take online courses whenever available.
Neither Option: Once 18, and having graduated High School-- They do not have to leave the school, nor do they have to go to college. They would retain their position on the team they were on while in school, unless told otherwise.
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Technically there is no difference between each team in the school; however, the Alphas are traditionally the "good guys" who believe in Xavier's ideals. The Omegas are traditionally more rogue/bad boys and fall more into their own ideals of how things should be done. This is not always the case, though. You don't HAVE to make your character take those views when on either of those teams.
Alpha's wear a black uniform with blue detailing. Omega's wear a black uniform with red detailing.
xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P r e v i o u s S t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Story Arc [21] - REGISTRATION ACT It has become apparent that in regards to Magneto's recent terrorist attack, Sentinels are the human answer. They are gigantic robots that tend to follow orders or die trying.
Since the first terrorist attack, the Brotherhood have been eerily silent. No further violence of this nature have been reported, even while Sentinels are capturing and killing mutants with abandon. However, there was a break in at Ryker’s Prison. Two inmates escaped because of it…Their names are not being disclosed at this time, but most news reporters are quick to assure anyone listening that they were indeed dangerous threats. Criminals, and murderers. But more importantly, mutants.
The government doesn't seem to care that the Sentinels are doing more harm than good, and continues to hold favor with their creator--Bolivar Trask. It is slowing becoming clear that the senatorial and congressional support he received did not take in to account that even though they supported his project..Does not mean that they influence it in any way, The Sentinels follow his programming, and his orders...At least for now.
In the mean time the Academy is recovering from a Sentinel attack and preparing to retaliate. About a week has passed since the initial incident xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ C u r r e n t S t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ The original plan was to evacuate.
But with some ingenuity and research into the programming of the Sentinels, it was discovered that they’d come across the school on a routine sweep. Just to be on the safe side, the entirety of the school grounds was enveloped in a Shi’ar hologram, similar to the Danger Room, that prevented most forms of automated systems from detecting them.
In the few days that passed after the Sentinel attack, as promised—The offsite X-Men came pouring home in droves, even though there was no sign of another incident. Rarely were all of the X-Men able to be found on the Academy grounds at the same time—With the exception of a funeral. Needless to say, tensions were far higher than normal. There were also a few unusual visitors from Muir Island, including Moira MacTaggert and Sean Cassidy. The attractive red-auburn haired scientist had immediately holed up with Forge in the lab for hours while any mutants that had accompanied her assisted in the ongoing clean up.
The grounds were still trashed, though the remains of the Sentinels had been dealt with. What parts of them that could be harvested for information and materials were melted down and kept-- While the rest were shuffled off to be properly disposed off.
It was a strange oddity that talk of the Sentinels seemed to almost be taboo. At least, from the professors. Perhaps it was because the metal machines rubbed salt into the ever open wound that was Genosha…Perhaps they were trying to keep panic to a minimum… Either way, it hadn’t stopped them all from taking point and watching the perimeter twenty-four seven. Occasionally Gambit, Wolverine, or Psylocke would come and collect some of the Alpha’s and Omega’s at random when they needed to fill the holes in their ranks. Especially when other X-Men were out running reconnaissance. The telepaths were constantly running sweeps with Cerebro, taking turns.
Classes were canceled for the most part, the only exception being for the elementary students. The professors tried to keep things as normal for them as possible…Most of them were children with early onset mutations, too young to know exactly what was going on. It was better that way, for the most part. By the end of the week, the corridor that had collapsed had been nearly rebuilt. The cracks in the floors and falling pieces of ceiling were expertly repaired.
At this point, many of the X-Men could have doubled as construction workers. The Academy had been brought down to ruins and reconstructed so many times…There was no keeping track.
The news ran constantly in almost every room where a television was available, groups of professors and students watching the grim state of affairs. Chaos was erupting in every major area that had adopted the Registration Act. Riots and fighting…There were reports of Sentinel incidents all over. If the mutants surrendered when apprehended, they were captured and taken somewhere unknown. If they fought…Death was almost certain.
A great many mutants didn’t have the training or skill that those at the Institute did. Some, especially those with minor or passive abilities, were sitting ducks. Even the Morlocks had trouble running from them.
For all of the injured and damage the school had sustained, it still seemed to run like a well oiled machine. It would soon become apparent that the Senior X-Men were battening the hatches and preparing to go on the offensive. Before attacking the enemy blindly, out of revenge and retaliation, they laid the groundwork to make sure that they knew what they were up against. Mutant-kind could not afford another slaughter like Genosha… The Registration Act had led the government down a path that could only lead to more violence. More death.
**ALL ARE ABLE TO POST AS THEY PLEASE. ABOUT A WEEK HAS PASSED SINCE THE SENTINELS ATTACKED THE ACADEMY. IF YOU'RE CONFUSED--SEE A MODERATOR**
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 9:06 am
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Thomas "Transmigration" Morgan
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The days since the sentinel attack had been quite busy. Thomas had spent the first day after in the infirmary making sure that those in the infirmary were okay and preforming transfusions as was needed. After that he had helped where he was needed while trying to make time for his friends though not much time was managed. He still worried that Bella had returned to the battlefield too soon, but given how badly she took it the first time he made sure to keep his thoughts securely to himself. The last thing he wanted to do was get his close friend mad at him for anything. Unfortunately he had not managed to get much free time to talk to her. Probably for the best. He hadn't seen Blake much either given how busy things were around the institute. Clearly he needed to make some time for them.
Currently Thomas was inside the library relaxing and enjoying a quiet moment to himself as a book lay propped up on the table in front of him. Turning a page his thoughts turned to the sentinels. Given how long he had been at the institute Thomas could recognize what the senior x-men were doing. By his estimate it wouldn't be long now before they took the fight back to the soulless robots who only knew destruction. The coming fight only made Thomas wish for what seemed like the trillionth time that he had a more offensive mutation with which he might protect others. So many had suffered because of the robots and while usually Thomas wasn't one for such feelings he truly did hate the things in question. They had hurt his friends and done much worse to countless others and yet humans still thought them a good idea. It was times like this where Thomas had a hard time not hating humans. Had a hard time believing that everything would be alright in the end and work out. It broke his heart how much pain his fellow mutants were in.
Sighing Thomas rubbed some residual sleep out of his eyes. Sleep had been rare for him, but with his ability he could function normally on only one or two hours of sleep for a couple of weeks. An extended period of time would begin taking it's toll, but he hoped sleep would come before then. Standing up from his chair and stretching Thomas paced for a few moments to reduce the stiffness of his limbs. After he was satisfied he took his seat again and backed up from the table so that he was nearly at arms length. Stretching his legs out in front of them and crossing his ankles Thomas returned his gaze to the book he had been reading. Turning the page his eyes briefly traveled to the clock on the wall. Resting on the clock for a moment or two he was currently the only soul occupying the library for the moment as far as he knew.
As he turned another page a semi-quiet meow stole his attention and Thomas looked down as a cat walked towards him and after a moment jumped onto his lap. Slight smile the young man pet the cat's head. "Hey there little thing. You a little lost?" Not many pets came into the library and Thomas was sure they weren't even allowed. Especially cats as the librarians would fear they might shred the books with their claws. Still he wouldn't tell the librarians. Letting his hand move to pet it's body with his right hand Thomas reached out and turned the page of his book with his left hand. "You know I should probably seek out and see how my teammates are doing this morning. Instead I am in isolation with a book. That might be a tad sad." Sighing after speaking to who he assumed was a normal cat he chuckled. "And now here I am talking to a cat that doesn't talk back..." Perhaps he was becoming a tad unhinged. Not likely, but possible he supposed.
(OOC: If anything was missed let me know and I can edit as needed. Kat placed with permission.)
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I will now rise from the ashes.
Don't call me pretentious.
I'm sitting here making my own rules.
And if I fall from the ceiling.
You'll be down there waiting.
And my only hope. Is falling down.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:04 pm
Omega, Location: Television Room
A week’s gone by, but there’s still the fear… A week had gone by, and Roland managed to get himself the treatment he needed at the infirmary. Apparently there was an Alpha that had blood with restorative properties, and he’d done them all a favor and did some transfusions. Granted, Roland only had a few burns that Elixir was able to take care of, but in the event of another attack a guy like that might come in handy. He’d had his morning run by now, and had long since showered and gotten dressed. He didn’t want to bother Kerrigan just yet, he didn’t want to be too smothering. As soon as he found out she was in the infirmary he rushed to her side, and stayed there whenever he wasn’t helping out in the infirmary. His own medical knowledge was pretty vital for the people with serious wounds. Though he did wear a bandage across his chest from the laser blast he took to the chest, that was the most visible injury he’d sustained the entire time. Working in the Infirmary meant he slept there and spent a lot of his time making sure people were alright, and of course reporting to do other work with the senior X-Men. It seemed that he had a knack for construction, working with Colossus to get materials in place in the wrecked corridor. Though today he didn’t have as much work to do, so he decided to take it easy today. He kept his communicator on him, in the event he was needed but for today he’d be doing what he needed to do. Walking inside to the kitchen after a well deserved cigarette, he pulled out a bottle of mouthwash and swigged a bit before spitting out into the sink. He figured it wouldn’t be good to have the breath of a smoker. Passing through the kitchen he made his way into one of the rooms where a TV was on, the news broadcasting with all the latest news regarding Mutant problems and Sentinel updates. Part of it all disgusted him, this display of abuse of power. How in the world can they justify this? He’d heard all the excuses for abusing people from living with Dominic. All they wanted was to treat mutants like animals. He’d been an animal once before, it wouldn’t happen again. His focus on the television was broken by the sound of sniffling. Looking around, he located the sniffling to be coming from the couch by the TV. Making his way around, he saw a little girl no older than six curled up in a ball in one of the corners. She looked scared, the tears rolling down her cheeks told her she had been watching too much of the news. Something like this must scare the living daylights out of her. “Hey what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice calm and gentle. He decided to get down on his knees and lean on the couch, try and talk on her level. With some stammering, trying to choke back the tears, she managed to get out her question, “Are we bad people?” The question took Roland back a bit. He answered with more kindness in his voice, “Of course not, why would you say that?”“Then why does the news say we’re bad? They’d only send in the giant robots if we did something bad right? So why did they?” the fear in her eyes touched Roland. It brought out the fear that he still had. They got lucky holding them back, and he feared if they would come back, and when. “We didn’t do anything wrong.” he answered her, his golden eyes dancing a little bit in their glow, “The people on the TV are all scared of us. It’s because we’re different than they are, and when people get scared they do crazy things. You understand?” she stifled back another round of tears and nodded yes. She seemed to get that pretty well. “Like when a new kid comes into class?” she asked, her crying subsiding a bit, “We pick on him because he’s new, but later we all become friends.” this brought out a smile on his face, that child’s innocence. The kind of thing that unfortunately the dark-haired warrior was devoid of. “That’s right. What’s your name?”“Katie.” she answered, tears coming back down her face “I’m scared.”“Well Katie,” Roland whispered, “I can tell you two things. I’m scared too. And if the bad people come back, we won’t let anyone hurt you. We got the X-Men here to watch over you, and all the others.”“You promise?” she asked, her voice growing high in hope. “I promise.” he replied, and what happened next shocked him. She then emerged from her little ball and hugged him. Her arms wrapped around his thick neck, her face buried itself into his collarbone. With some hesitation, he gently wrapped his arms around her. He let her feel the gentle warmth of his arms around her, the safety that was felt within those arms. He stood up, holding this little girl in his arms. They stood there for a moment, and for the first time in a long time Roland felt something warm slide across his cheek. It was a tear, something he hadn’t shed in a while. He guessed the child’s innocence brought out something in him. Perhaps this was something he was always meant to do, protect the innocent. And this moment told him that he would die defending the young like Katie, there was no question to that. OOC: Any problems with this post, or if I missed anything please let me know.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:23 pm
Gabriel Byrne
Location: Library
Thoughts: Talking to cats I see… Gabriel woke up in his workshop after a few hours of sleep. He knew he likely needed to get some more but this week had been busy for everyone. He’d done his part in helping clear some of the wreckage from the fight with the Sentinels, and was now working on how to update and improve the security systems on the Institute grounds. The robots managed to block all alerts, catching them off guard completely. With his determination, he wasn’t going to let that happen again. He popped open a can of Monster and began to drink as he kept going through the lines of code related to security. While he was at it he’d probably go ahead and update and even make some calibrations to the Institute’s perimeter defense systems. Though he’d likely need a map of the grounds to compare with a detailed map of the technical locations of the school. So after draining the energy drink, he chucked it into the garbage can and headed out. But before he left, he grabbed the thigh holster and strapped it to his right leg. Then grabbing a several magazines he attached them to his belt, followed by picking up the pistol that now sat on the desk. It was a simple pistol, an Beretta 92 9mm semi-automatic pistol, but he had a few modifications done with it. The most visible feature was the lengthened barrel, giving him plenty of room to equip a laser sight and compensator for more accurate shooting. The magazines on his hip were each color-coded for their own practical purposes. The company had been working on different types of ammunition, and he’d gotten plenty of the variants, each in color coded magazines. He figured to take two types out, have more ready if he needed them in his workshop. The blue magazine, which he also had loaded into his firearm were rubber bullets, simple non-lethal rounds in the (god forbid) event he had to shoot someone in the Institute. If he had the ability he’d try to take them alive, though they’d be hurting like hell with these rounds. The next three clips he had were colored black, meaning they were live 9mm caliber rounds, a simple enough purpose all the same. He’d requested permission from Scott regarding carrying a firearm, using the argument regarding his own powers would only be useful if there were people around him to assist him in the event of another Sentinel attack. Gabriel tried to refrain from using his ability, mostly due to the draining nature of them, and as a result he tended to prefer the use of a firearm before going with his natural talents. So with pistol and ammo at his side he left the office, grabbing a Power Bar and another energy drink to take with him. He made his way out of the lower levels and found his way into the library. The search for what he was looking for, a map of the grounds, only took him a few moments. He was the type that could find information quickly if given the proper motivation to do so. Though as he walked back he noticed an interesting conversation. It was between one of his teammates, and a cat. He mentioned how he must be losing his mind, to which Gabriel had to make a quip. “You may be right. Then again, my brother used to talk to our dog all the time, so you may be on to something. The cat never like him though, pissed in his room all the time.” he added, a smirk on his face he added, “I’m Gabriel by the way. Siege on the field.” he wasn’t sure if he was to offer a hand out to shake or not, his social skills weren’t what one may call “acceptable”. But he did what he could when he could.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 1:57 am
 Narcissa awoke wrapped in a heated blanket, laying in what looked like an oversized tanning bed. It didn’t occur to her to move for a long time, soaking up the UV like a dehydrated man in the desert. She wasn’t sure how she’d gotten to the infirmary, or what had taken place exactly after Roland arrived in the back yard…She could recall Aren's presence, but she really wasn't sure why. Farren...She couldn’t remember anything. Both the time and day eluded her. At first her limbs were stiff and sore from disuse causing her to make a small whine of displeasure.
Seeing the familiar bright lights surrounding her gave her the surety that the Sentinels had been destroyed. Or at least dealt with for the time being. She felt like a chicken egg in an incubator…And though she hated the feeling of being closed in—This was almost nice. She would have stayed longer if a nagging worry in her stomach hadn’t started pulling at her.
Slowly she pushed the release button and the top half of the machine unlatched, the hydraulic lid rising steadily. For a moment, she was reminded of one of those old black and white movies where vampires actually slept in creepy old crypts. Though her tomb was exceptionally bright, it was a tomb nonetheless.
Every part of her protested at the movement, head swimming as she sat up. It took her a moment to struggle free from the heating blanket, legs shaking as she found her footing. She ached from the apparent lack of movement, filled with a particular weakness that stated shed been out cold for quite some time. Glaring down at the offending white circles that were attached to her person, she yanked the sensors off of her skin without pausing, despite the fact that it left her epidermis red and raw. The monitor to her right started freaking out, beeping shrilly as a red light near the door blinked on.
Oh goody. The annoying nurses would pour in at any moment, fussing over her like a newborn. Great. Bloody damn smashing.
Idly she picked at the sticky residue on her skin, nose crinkled in disdain. She hated the sticky crap they used. It was heat resistant, so she couldn’t melt it away. The sun goddess was clad in a white tank top that bore the Academy’s emblem and a matching pair of shorts. Feet bare, she winced at the coldness of the floor—Nerve endings raw.
Not to mention the unnatural and unholy blend of cotton and polyester she was sporting.
The doors swung open as she balanced unsteadily on her feet, revealing Elixir, or Joshua Foley. She would take him over a nurse any day. He was kind of cute, once you got past the fact that he looked like one of those gold painted robot-humans that stood on corners in France. Combined with the numerous times he’d seen her naked or close to it, she felt that he at least owed her dinner.
“You’re awake…”, the healer breathed out tiredly with a traditionally boyish smile. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his clothing was severely rumpled. Signs that he was probably still wearing the same outfit he’d worn the day before because he’d never gone to sleep. “How are you feeling?”
Narcissa paused, expression almost thoughtful before she shrugged with a impetuous flick of her hair. “Itchy. What is this shirt made out of? Burlap?”
Elixir laughed quietly, glad to see that his favorite science project was still very much alive and kicking. He gave her a visual once over, looking at the areas of her body that had been ragged holes when he’d gotten to her. “You look better…A lot better than when you came in. It was like death warmed over.”
“Better? I look better than death warmed over? That’s the best you can do?”, she demanded haughtily, though she dared not walk away from the machine—Afraid her legs wouldn’t hold her. Narcissa put on a brave face as easily as one wore a mask, using vanity to hide a lingering fear. She hadn’t been injured like that in a long time.
“You know what you look like. You don’t need me to tell you.”, Joshua responded good naturedly, raising his hands to rest them along either side of her face. His eyes grew distant and swallowed a wince…Hoping nothing had re-grown wrong. There was nothing so unpleasant as feeling the healer re-break her bones.
She was silent as some of the fatigue left her, but not all of it. He let her face go, clearly winded. A frown touched her…That was odd. Elixir wasn’t drained so easily…”You should get some sleep. You look like hell.”
“Thanks Cissa.”, Elixir wheezed with a dry laugh, tugging at his collar. “Sleep isn’t easy to come by at the moment. But it looks like I got to you in time—No need to make any corrections. Just…Stop playing chicken with giant robots.”
“I’ll get right on that.”, she responded lightly, running a hand through her hair. She felt a little better, not quite as unsteady. She tried to recall what exactly had happened after the last Sentinel went down… But it wasn’t exactly clear. She remembered Farren, Aren, and Roland… And then nothing. “Which Omega's were hurt? Did you treat Aren’s hands? Tell me it wasn’t Warren. He screws up burn repair everytime.”
Elixir paused, seeming a little surprised that she would ask. It wasn’t often that the Red Queen took a personal interest in who had healed one of her own…Just the minimum requirement that they were alive and capable of fighting. “You know Warren’s treatment isn’t as exact as mine…”
“And a less exact surgeon kills people.”
“Cissa…”
"I'm not wrong."
She glared unrepentantly and he sighed, choosing instead not to answer the question. It was clear she was in some kind of mood in which any response would prove unredeemable. He gestured towards the metal chest of drawers, hoping to change the topic. “Here are a change of clothes that might suit you better. Emma mentioned that you’d be more likely to leave the lab naked than wearing what we put you in…So we had something procured from your closet.”
Narcissa opened the drawer and sighed in relief, plucking free a cream colored cashmere sweater mini-dress. There were a blood colored pair of pumps sitting next to it. From the lack of length to the outfit, it was obviously it was her advisors doing. She had few concerns about modesty and had never chastised her fashion sense. Emma would never outright admit worry for her well being, considering their relationship—But it was the little things that mattered most. She sighed melodramatically and cast Elixir a cheshire grin. “I suppose this will do.”
“All right then…I’ll leave you to get changed. But hurry up—You have a lot to catch up on. You’ve been in a coma for a week.”, Joshua slipped out the door and hurried off, just in time to miss the famous temper and verbal lashings Solaris was known for--But her screeching obscenities were loud and clear to him, leaving his ears ringing halfway down the hall.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 2:28 pm
Name: Leonardo Rossi
Team: Alphas
Location: The Gates
Such An Outsider... Ever since the Sentinel attack, not many people, if any at all, would have seen Leonardo Rossi. He hadn't disappeared or left the campus (even if he wanted to). Being in the dark and generally not being around people was his own choice. Although he wanted to help the reconstruction of the damaged parts of the mansion, he felt that he couldn't... he didn't feel that he could help with patrols. It wasn't that he felt physically drained or his injuries got in the way (the healers at the Academy had taken good care of him).
He could feel their stares - the X-Men. Ever since they had started to pour in to the mansion, he could hear the whispers... the pointed glances. The senior X-Men on base would have been informed of a former SHIELD agent on the campus, and a good handful of junior X-Men would have known too. A few times he could swear that he could feel another presence inside of his mind... as if a telepath were searching him. As if he was a traitor. After all he'd done for this place... some of them were still wondering if he was one of them. No one had come to him for help - no one sought him out.
The tension around him could almost be felt in the air, if anyone had been around him. He's stopped sleeping in the library - it was too public of a place. Whenever he wasn't in his room, he was always somewhere else - somewhere where there weren't any people. Leo knew that eventually, someone would probably confront him about his past as a government agent, or worse, start a fight with him. After all, the big bad right now was the government... and he had been one of them. Still one of them, according to some of the X-Men.
It was as if each and every one of the X-Men had the perfect perspective on the situation. In Leo's view, Xavier and his whole crew had a lot more understanding to get through before they could have an opinion. Leonardo knew what it was like on the other side - there was so much fear, and a lot less hate. True, there were people out there that truly hated the mutants - like Bolivar Trask and Senator Kelly.
The same feelings that had creeped up on him after the mall incident had started to infiltrate his mind once again - the thought that he should be leaving. That the Xavier Institute was not the right fight for him. His heart, his mind, his tactics... they didn't belong in the world that Xavier was trying envision for the world. For the things he'd done... would still do, if the occasion called for it... he'd be locked in a prison, if the Xavier ideology took hold. They had taken him in... but did they know everything about him? They claimed they could reform anyone...
But Leonardo wasn't looking to be reformed. He just wanted to fight under a different banner.
He had packed the bag on the first day after the Sentinel attack. A large duffel bag that he could easily carry with one hand, even without his mutation. It had everything he needed - clothes, toiletries, money... his old SHIELD gear was in another identical duffel bag. The problem was: leaving. He'd made connections here... was he that willing to give them all up? Yes... because he needed to be able to sleep at night.
So there he was, leaning against the hood of a car, staring at the gates. He was staring so hard, a passerby would wonder if he was trying to will them open with his mind. In truth, he was analyzing... analyzing two different scenarios; two routes of escape, really. Would he make a run for it - try to high-tail it out of there in order to avoid security before the patrolling X-Men caught up to him? Or would he wait until he saw an opening and sneak out? Each scenario had their issues... mostly because the telepaths would catch onto him before he could make any sort of move.
His animal impulses... not just the ones related to his ability - were telling him to just go for it. He'd waited this long to become unchained... just go. Now.
Picking up both duffel backs, he cued up his spider agility ability, walking towards the gates. Maybe they wouldn't realize what he was doing before it was too late... maybe...
"Where do you think you're going, Leo?"
The animal mimic froze dead in his tracks, sighing and hanging his head. He'd been so optimistic... so sure that he could get out of there...
He just hadn't expected Bella to be the one to stop him. Slowly turning, he looked the Alpha leader straight in the eye, expression turning somber. He'd expected one of the senior X-Men... maybe even Scott or Emma... to be the one to wrangle him back in. Maybe they knew that Bella would try to intercept Leo and decided it was best, since Bella was the person Leo was probably closest to on campus.
Although... he had to wonder... how many others were hiding in the trees, waiting for him to make a move?
"I need to go," he merely stated, tone almost desperate. His face showed a lot - that he almost couldn't take it here anymore... being sheltered and 'protected' from the outside world. The outside world was where he belonged.
((Bella cameo approved by Angel))
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 5:04 pm
Aʆєxaηdra Ӎaʀiʆèηє AgηèȿCodename:Flairer My hearts longs for the ability to play music! ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ She sat down on a chair in the room. With a few quick flicks of her fingers, she unlocked the case containing a flute. She took the instrument out carefully and looked over the flute. Once Alex did that, the sensory adaptor placed the flute nearby her lips. She blew some air into the flute to test out the way it sounded. Luckily, after playing a few test notes, Alex felt confident that the instrument was in good condition still. With that, Alex started to place her fingers over random holes of the flute. As if she was experimenting to see what notes sounded better in combination, and which ones did not. After a minute or two, the notes sounded less jumbled and started to flow better. Though, with her only playing what sounded nice, the music would only appear similar to known musical pieces.
But, that was fine with Alex. She just wanted to fill her mind with whatever peaceful melody the flute was willing to produce. For it kept her distracted from the reality of things around her. There was only so much she could take. Her life had never been one of extreme hardships. Let alone a life that involved fighting for her life or protecting the lives of others. Yet, that all seemed to change the moment she had been put in the Alphas. What once felt like a school she simply went to gain control of her powers now felt different. She wasn’t sure how comfortable she felt with that. On one hand, that meant she might actually be able to make a difference. A difference that might be worth something down the road. On the other hand, could making a difference cost her greatly?
When Alex first came here, she dreamed that she would simply gain control of her powers, and then go back home to France. Then, she would be able to spend days with her mother without the constant worries. The ones about whether or not Alex would remain heir, and if she didn’t, what would happen to them? Would they be disowned completely, or just shoved aside and hidden away like dirty little secrets? Though, after the attack by the Sentinels about a week ago, Alex found herself thinking those worries were so…silly. While there was a threat to their way of life, it wasn’t like she herself had to ever worry about her mother or herself being hurt physically. Let alone being killed. Even if things didn’t end up well, at least they would still be alive and able to make things better.
Here though, there was a possibility she might not make it home if the Sentinels attacked again. That if she continued to stay on the Alphas, and help defend the school and other mutants, she might come home in a casket. The idea unnerved her greatly, and made her question whether or not she should stay. For was something she had no idea she was getting into really worth it? Alex knew she wouldn’t regret her decision to come here. After all, she could already see some progress in her control over her abilities. She had seen things that had opened her eyes greatly. She had been able to experience and learn things about the world beyond the walls of her mother’s place. Yet, while Alex wouldn’t regret the decision to come here, would she regret leaving?
She hated how her mind could not settle on an answer. However, with circumstances, including her most recent cold, preventing her from becoming really close to someone, Alex didn’t have to heart to vent to someone. She might have been able to if she felt like she wouldn’t have been just complaining. But, with how she saw how helpful everyone else was being, Alex felt she would be like those people her mother once told her about. The ones that whined and groaned over things when they didn’t have the right to. Not because people didn’t have the right to complain, but because they could have put some effort into keeping the situation from happening. Thus, Alex didn’t want someone to see her as simply being a complainer and nothing more.
Though, where Alex lacked close personal connections, she didn’t lack any when it came to music. The playing of the notes allowed her mind to be somewhat soothed from her constantly shifting thoughts. But, Alex knew she would have to stop eventually. She could not completely escape her thoughts, or the situation forever. For now though, Alex simply kept playing her flute and enjoyed the seemingly fleeting peace that allowed her to do so. ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ "We will drink our fill of Alpha
Then, of golden sunshine that spills into Music Room
Till our brains intertwine with No one"
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 12:42 am
 xxx xxx v e e x x x x x x x x x x x Alpha | "Sleet" | Cryokinesis | In the lounge, then Music RoomM c M U R P H Y
Vee was grateful for the peace and quiet that had finally settled over most of the mansion. Well, perhaps quiet still had yet to visit. The past week had been filled with people bustling here and there, trying to fix the damage the Sentinels had done. Vee was one of the fortunate ones that didn't have to stay in the Infirmary after the attack, having only a couple scrapes - a few band-aids, and she was set, so while others were resting and in bed, Vee, along with many others, had done what she could to help out the X-Men in the reconstruction of the fallen corridor. The X-Men moved quickly and efficiently to get the job done; obviously, it wasn't the first time they'd done this sort of thing.
A week had gone by by the time all the X-Men piled in, - Vee had never known there were so many of them - the rebuilding of the hallway was mostly done, and most of the people who fought in the attack had recovered. Then, the scene of commotion quickly moved to the various sitting rooms. Everybody had planted themselves in front of the television, grimly watching the screen as reports of attacks by Sentinels popped up, one after another. Everybody had their different reactions to the news, but one stood out to Vee. She'd noticed that a sort of anxious, almost threatening sort of air had cloaked all the Senior X-Men, and she knew she didn't like it.
Vee sat curled up and unnoticed in the back corner of the lounge, watching the news silently. A book lay open before her, but she paid no attention at all to the text. The book was just a prop, to make others who passed her a casual glance think she was reading. Her mind was far from the story though, instead intent on the other people in the room. She'd discovered long ago that if you sat still for long enough, people forgot you were there. One such was a little girl who was sitting on the edge of the couch. Vee could hear the girl's soft sniffles, but she made no move to approach her, or comfort her. She ... wasn't very good with kids. She was bound to say something wrong that would just make the girl even more depressed.
Her eyes flickered to her book as an Omega(Roland) who she'd seen battling on the front lawn entered the room. Once he noticed the little girl, he immediately went over to her. Vee listened in on their conversation, pretending to be immersed in her book. When it seemed they'd finished talking, Vee slid off her seat, shutting her book closed, and walked discreetly out. The room had gotten suffocating all of sudden. She didn't have the same fears Katie did, but she could almost relate to her feelings of fear and confusion. As she walked down the hallway, she heard the light, airy sounds of a flute floating out from the Music Room. It was the girl she'd met on prom night, who'd introduced herself as Alex. Vee had a vague memory of the girl trying to help her, and Vee brutally shooting her down. The girl was completely immersed in her music, which sounded similar to various pieces Vee'd heard, yet different from each.
Vee leaned against the doorway, book nestled in her hand. She listened to the girl's unique composition, icy gray-green eyes resting on the girl. When there was an apparent lull in the girl's playing, Vee spoke. "Nice melody. Was that all improv?" Vee was surprised at the words that flowed out of her mouth. She was never one to give away compliments so easily -- she wasn't even one to start conversations, period. "I-uh ... didn't mean to just stand there." What a lie. "I was just passing by, and I heard you playing."
[[ooc: If I missed anything, please let me know, and I'll edit.]]
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 1:23 am
 ❤ Ｔｅａｍ: ALPHA ❤ Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: OUTSIDE ❤  Much like some of the other Junior X-Men, Isabella seemed MIA. She appeared only when called, or when prepping her team for short, routine danger room sessions in the mornings. Scott had ordered it done to keep them sharp…Even if they were all ordered to remain base side. They hadn’t changed DEFCON levels, and the songstress hoped it wouldn’t get that far. The last time they’d gone on actual lockdown they spent just as much effort trying to keep students in, as they did keeping the enemy out.
She threw herself into patrolling the perimeter. With Narcissa unconscious, she filled both of their roles—Ensuring that the Omega’s still received training and instruction as often as she could. Though quiet when with either team, she still seemed to have all of her faculties. She hadn’t frozen since the incident with the Sentinel and Eli. Emma would need to choose a replacement leader if the Red Queen didn’t wake up soon… She couldn’t balance one team, let alone two.
Warren had mentioned that the longer it took—The less likely she would be to come out of it.
Despite the more recent words she’d shared with Blake—He was the next obvious choice to step up unless Jacen or Leion volunteered. They’d both certainly been active members of the Omega’s long enough. Gideon was also a thought…But he’d been an assistant team leader once. And he’d ended up punching Scott in the face. Needless to say that wouldn’t likely be happening again.
The Siren was a little unclear on the details of what had happened to the British woman… But whatever injuries she’d sustained from the fight must have been severe to keep her down this long.
The brunette haired beauty walked the top of the stone gate as her range of hearing spread throughout the grounds like fingertips reaching for information. On most days she wore her uniform from the time she got out of bed, to the time she went to sleep. But with the decrease in activity she dared to wear something more plain. A pair of light tan leathers tucked neatly into a dark brown pair of riding boots. She wore a matching jacket with a ruffled white shirt underneath, the white lace of the sleeves poking out.
Taking a seat on the wall she rest with one leg tucked up, her chin resting on her knee. A soft breeze stirred curling auburn tresses, but not so much that she needed to move. Her eyes traced the footsteps of the nervous students milling about the grounds…Careful not to let them catch on that she was their ever watchful guardian.
She remembered a time not long ago when she was the one in the dark. The X-Men still kept her partially in the shadows—But in this instance… She was always listening. They didn’t have much of a choice.
Her thoughts lingered on the disagreement she'd had with Thomas and Blake. On her recent fall out with Gideon. On the restoration of the Sentinels...Her fight between Tom and Blake wasn't still going on--But things weren't exactly as they were. It felt strange to have them so close...And yet so far away. Especially Blake. She couldn't remember a time when she'd actually fought with him...Not ever.
She didn't like it.
Gideon, she was still avoiding. Her heart broke anew at the mere sight of him.
Piercing emerald eyes fell to a familiar bio-rhythm not far away. She could picture him, a split second before she recalled his name, due to her eidetic hearing. Echolocation was useful…Except that she couldn’t unsee what she saw and heard. She would have alerted him to her presence except that he seemed only to have eyes for the gate… And they weren’t kind.
The songstress remained silent. It was strange that she hadn’t been to the music room since the Sentinel attack…Strange, that no one heard singing from outside her door anymore.
Her eyes remained on Leonardo’s face, much the same way he’d watched her a few days prior. As if his expression was a puzzle that she needed to put together. She wasn’t sure what he was thinking… But she’d seen a look like that before. It was the expression of someone preparing to do things they might regret.
It wasn’t until she noticed the duffle bags by his feet that she slid off the wall, landing soundlessly on the ground. She couldn’t quite come to grips with what she thought she saw. After all that talk about hope and a brighter future…He was leaving?
"Where do you think you're going, Leo?"
She hadn’t meant for her tone to sound so cold, nor so accusing…But once again, she felt betrayed. There was no other way to word the mixture of sadness and anger that crossed through her heart in equal amounts. He turned around to face her, the expression he wore confirming her initial fear.
He planned to go. Without a word.
She was struck to stillness by his desperate tone, emerald eyes shooting towards the ground for a long moment…Small hands forming frustrated fists at her sides. Leo was actually the last person she’d expected to try and run off. He wouldn’t be able to miss how she tensed and froze. Eventually her gaze tore back up from the scorched grass, eyes filled to the brim with salty water. Her voice was strained, raw. “I need you here.”
Her right hand relaxed as she twisted her hand in the air, a sound bubble wrapping around them. She’d long since learned that a dome of silence was often the kiss of death. Those with enhanced senses could track the absence of sound, just as easily as they could track the original sound. She’d merely pulled a parlor tricked and altered what others would hear.
As far as anyone else knew—They would only hear a debate about perimeter duty.
Though their lips were off. If someone looked hard enough, they would notice it was like a bad Chinese film with voice over. Not to mention the duffle bags that accompanied the animal mimic.
“If you were just going to give up…Why did you spend so much time convincing me that this life is worth all the fighting? Why did you even bother? How can you…”, she trailed off, running a frustrated hand through her hair as she looked heavenward, trying to avoid crying. He’d forced the notion of hope down her throat so hard that she was lucky she hadn’t suffocated. “How could you just leave like this?”
The songstress walked nearer, close enough that if he tried to run… She would give excellent chase. Jade colored eyes grew sharper with each passing moment—Reminiscent of pieces of beach glass. It was clear that she was shocked, and wasn’t sure how process his potential departure. Her expression flickered from wretchedness to anger in the span of seconds. She looked as if to burst into tears and punch him in the shoulder at the same time.
The songstress sighed as exhaustion hit her like a brick wall. Disguising her words as something different wasn’t hard… But it wasn’t easy on no sleep. The anger fled from her as she deflated, eyes softening as her expression crumpled. Maybe this was why he was leaving…Was she too depressing? Why was it that she was constantly the one trying to keep her friends together. Constantly begging them not to go… Too many of them had turned up dead. She reached out and placed her hand on his arm, wishing she could take back the frustrated volcano of words that had just fell out of her mouth.
While it was all true…She could have handled it a little more tactfully instead of biting his head off. To be fair, he’d forgiven her for worse…But she still felt guilty.
“If you…If you need to go…No matter what else…I won’t let you go alone.”
"As the smoke clears, I awaken
And untangle you from me
Would it make you feel better
To watch me while I bleed?
All my windows still are broken
But I'm standing on my feet"
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 11:35 am
Ｃｈａｍｅｌｅｏｎ
Ｄａｙｌｉａ Ａｓｔｒａｌｌｏxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Ｔｅａｍ Ｏｍｅｇａxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Kitchenxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  Daylia sat at the counter in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal in front of her. It had grown soggy as she sat and stared at it, the milk now turning colors thanks to the bright loops floating inside. Her head was pounding. It had been about a week since the attack, and every day she seemed to have this head ache. She had forced her body to do something that day that it was not used to and had completely worn herself out, and it seemed to be lingering with her.
Daylia sighed as she rolled her head. She had been debating seeing someone in the med wing, but continuously decided against it. There were people who were so much worse off than her right now. Hell her own team leader was out of commission. It worried her. Cissa was strong, that much anyone knew, but for her to take this long to recover was unusual, or so the faux red head thought. She had always put others needs before her own, and even her worry was enough to keep her from worrying about herself. From what she knew, there were quite a few others who had ended up in the infirmary too, which only added to her worry.
Daylia continued to stare into her cereal as her mind continued to float as she tried to ignore the constant pounding. She had yet to be able to use any of her powers since she forced her body into over load. It worried her, but of course not enough to change her mind about seeing someone. She figured she would be normal again once she was rested enough, hoping that migraine was the sign that she was still not completely rested. With another sigh, she leaned forward, cradling her head in her hands.
Everything was so chaotic. There was constant work going on as they tried to repair the school, people were being called here and there to watch for any kind of attack. Even the quarters seemed cramped with all of the X-men that had come home. Stress was high and a counter attack was probably inevitable. Daylia just hoped she, and the others, would be fine once the time came.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 11:51 am
╳ Codename: Aegis ╳ Team: Omega ╳ Location: Pool ╳ Thinking: Nothing in particular.╳ Michael laughed at Elizabeth's response to him farting while under water. "Ewwwww! Daddy that's gross!" she said as she scrunched her nose. Michael swam away from her towards the deeper end, as she stayed in the shallow end holding onto the edge. "It's only natural sweet heart."
"Then why do you say I shouldn't do it! She asked, trying to splash water at him in a feeble attempt as he was already half the pool length away. "Because Beth, when you do it, you're either at the table, or in public. And besides, women don't pass gas." Michael joked, something he'd always stated since he'd heard his biological father joke about it. In truth, he hadn't heard a woman fart until he was 18, which almost lead him to believe it was true.
Michael dove under the water, and attempted to conceal himself, which only worked partially, as the water refracted the light that he altered around him. Instead of concealing himself, he let it strobe off him, which, from under water, shot off rays of light from the pool, as if the northern lights were plastering themselves onto the Mansion. He hoped he didn't freak anyone out.
Finally resurfacing, like an alligator, only his eyes were above the water. Once he blinked the water away from his eyes, in his vision, was Elizabeth, her cheeks puffed up, her lips pursed, and she squirted water at him like an Archer Fish. In turn Michael retaliated bringing his hands back and pushing a large wave at her."Daddy! That's not fair! That's Cheating!" She claimed. Michael didn't really say anything in turn. He sat up on the ledge and stretched. "Alright sweet heart, give me five laps, you need to shed those floaties." He said, to anyone who heard might have thought laps meant the full length, but Michael simply meant the lateral distance of one end of the shallow side to the other. Without question she took a deep breath and started her attempt of five laps.
Elizabeth: 
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 6:31 pm
 ғυcк ωιтн мє αи∂ чoυ ωιℓℓ sєє
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxBOW TO ME AND HAIL TO ME
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LYDIA ORCHID AUTUMN┃O M E G A┃PREHENSILE HAIR ┃D O R M R O O M
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XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXFALL TO YOUR KNEES AND HAIL TO THE FREAKS ☠ LOOK AT ME AND YOU WILL SEE
WE BOW TO NONE. WE STAND AS ONE. Current Outfit: [1][2][3][4][5] There were only so many different words for anger, frustration, and pain in both the languages that the Latina spoke, and yet Orchid could not help but feel that there was nowhere near enough of them to describe her current state. Any attempt she made at movement was totally in vain, and only resulted in little more than her muscles aching further and loss of air as she expended energy. Her chest had trouble expanding under all the weight of debris lying on top of her, and so what little air there was barely even made it into her lungs. She was fading in and out rapidly, and only remained conscious out of pure hatred and determination to make it out alive and make the humans pay for this attack. How dare those little mice not bow to their superiors! Couldn't they see how inevitable their fates were? Evolution had to progress, and the sheep had to step out of the way so that the shepherds could guide them. It was simply how nature worked. Human history was a history of ceaseless failures, and it was up to the mutants to fix that.
Either way, if she made it out alive from this, these bastards who sent the Sentinels after them would sure as hell pay, hopefully in gallons of blood. After this, and the rest of the atrocities caused by the homo sapiens toward the mutant population, she had absolutely no plan to hold back in her next fight. Any strangulations, bludgeons, or neck snapping was rightly deserved as far as she was concerned.
After a few more seconds of struggling for air, she suddenly felt a fresh supply of air overtake her lungs as the weight holding her chest down slowly lifted itself away. In her fading state, she could just barely make out some voices over her and the debris lying on top of her, but she'd be damned if she could hear just what the hell they were saying. She groaned in agony as she tried once again to push some of the fallen rubble all over her, though at the very least she was actually able to make some, if rather minor, progress in at least being able to move somewhat. Her effort was finally rewarded as a large beam that had pinned her down across her back was lifted by whoever had come to help her, and eventually there was enough room for her to move. She looked up to see a few familiar faces in the form of Colossus and Madison. "It's… Orchid," she mumbled, barely able to utter the words. "Hate… first name…" She began to attempt to stand, the world spinning around her, as Aspen walked into the scene. She said something that elicited a chuckle through gritted teeth, which only hurt her more. "a**… mine… kiss…" was all she could utter before finally fading and falling over.
Surprisingly enough, Orchid suffered no drastic injury as a result of the hall collapsing on her during the Sentinel attacks. The most she had was bruising throughout her body, a sprained right wrist and left knee and ankle. With the help of the local healers, it took very little time for the small injuries to no longer be an issue, and aside from her ankle she was ready to go within three or four days. She'd spent the week within the academy a bit angrier than most. She was seething at the pathetic for humans for not only the things their actions against the X-Men, but what they were doing to mutants nationwide. Mutants were being hunted down, branded, and made to disappear for gods only knew what reasons. But moreover, she was outraged that they still had not retaliated. She wanted the assholes to burn in unbearable agony, and here they were given more time to round up the mutants like god damn cattle. She made no secret that she hated the situation, and was vocal in her criticisms. The typically sociable and sultry Latina was mostly quite visibly angry and frustrated with the situation whenever someone approached her.
Unlike usual, Orchid found herself less and less invested in her typical artistic pursuits, and instead found herself on a more serious path. On her free time she would either watch the news, or train. The news disgusted her, with constant coverage of the government's anti-mutant efforts. She bathed in anger as conservatives showered the efforts in praise and insulted mutant kind with made-up "facts", and the liberals disgusted her as they tried to kiss up to mutants and tried desperately to pretend that they actually believed the bullshit they were spewing forth in defense of the mutants. Training was typically done mostly to relieve frustration, and usually happened in the training room with Aspen. Her friend was admittedly a bit more fun than a punching bag given the way she could take her hits, and was a much better hand-to-hand fighter than Orchid ever will be, and she had a lot to teach her in terms of taking down her enemies without relying exclusively on her own flawless locks. Eventually the X-Men would be forced to take down the bastards behind the Sentinel attacks, and she wanted to be more than ready inflict her own pain on them. Even when she was hurt she did her best to train through the pain. The Sentinel attack was embarrassing for her, and she was determined to not have it happen again.
She would not be caught with her pants down again.
Currently she was indulging in the first of these two past times, sitting in the lounge watching the news. Occasionally she found herself looking into her cell phone, texting people, but most of her attention was always on the television and the garbage it spewed forth. The more information, or lack thereof, she took in the more her frustration grew and grew. Eventually she reached into her handbag and pulled out a stick of gum and placed it into her mouth- a poor substitute for her favorite brand of cigarettes, Djarum, but it was frowned upon for the residents to leave given the current fiasco. "I should've ******** joined Magneto while I had the chance," she said out loud to no one in particular. In her opinion, they would at least be more proactive. "If I do join them, Sean Hannity is hands down the first ******** I'm killing."
((OOC: s**t post, but I tried my hardest. >.<))
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 1:50 pm
Omega - Lab to the Infirmary (Sub-Level) - The Sleepless Lab and the Sleeping Beauty  Madison walked down the brightly lit hallway of the subbasement, her sock covered feet slipping on the metallic floor ever so slightly with each movement. As it had been for the past week, her short black hair was a mess: pushed up and backwards, flipping over randomly. Sure, the showers in the locker room adjacent to the Danger Room still worked, but she had been nervously running her hands through her hair for days now, reading over notes and staring down microscopes at blood samples collected from some of the X-Men, and a lot from herself and Hank McCoy. Elixer had made an appearance to admonish her a day or two ago for this. He also was quite irate that she had not come to see him or Warren about the rather large gash on her right calf. It wasn't as if she hadn't wrapped it herself or anything. He had more important things to worry about, Maddy felt. Still, time seemed to blend together for her, considering she had only gone upstairs twice since the attacks to see if anybody had found her duffel bag full of clothes. They had not. She wore an old pair of jeans, acquired from one of Hank's students, an Xavier School t-shirt which was commonly given to new students for free upon arrival, and a rather wrinkled white lab-coat.
She was deathly tired. The two of them had been going over exactly how these Sentinels recognized them as mutants. Visual scans, which the things were capable of, turned out to be their first resource, but only worked for mutants like Beast who were obviously not normal homo sapiens sapiens. Recognizing a face that had already been listed as mutant was also possible, but took a few seconds longer. Still, lightning fast for such a thing. Other than that, they were still in the dark. No tissue samples were taken by the machines or anything like that. Just a scan that somehow detected the X-Gene in DNA. It was ridiculously perplexing.
When she reached the door she had been headed for, it swung open with a slight breeze. Inside, Hank McCoy sat in his chair, reading glasses on, head swiveling back and forth between a lump of machinery before him and some old blueprints he and Scott had managed to dig up out of storage.
"Dr. McCoy? Coffee," she said simply, going around him and pouring the steaming black liquid into the mug beside him. It was not, however, her words that broke him from the trance, but the smell. Maddy had stolen the beans from one of Emma's secret stashes. She told herself it was for the cause, and Emma had enough money to buy some more imported Peruvian beans later, if she really wanted.
"Ah, Fantastic...," the man breathed out, taking in a deep breath before sipping at it. "And please, Madison. You have not been my student for quite some time now. You can call me Hank. I've told you this." He had. Several times.
"I'm back on with the Omegas. I think being on a junior X-Team makes me your student again, or something," she said, filling her mug up with the black liquid. Normally she would never take her coffee black, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Besides, she was pretty sure there was not a single drop of cream on the premises. "But it's not like I haven't been telling you to call me 'Maddy' for, what, four years now, though?"
"Madison, you look like death."
"Yeah, well, everybody with an X-Gene sort of looks like that these days, Hank," she heard herself say. The words were far too harsh for them to be coming from her. She would never be so forceful with the blue-fuzzball. He had been far too kind to her for far too long for those words to be aimed at him.
Beast put down his coffee and sighed, rubbing his eyes with his massive hands. "Madison, please. I know your're stressed right now. We all are. But if you need to go break, I can certainly handl--"
"Look, Hank. I'm sorry, okay. I'm wicked tired, and all I wanted to do was come back here and be safe, and now with all this s**t I can't be, because I've been sleeping on a cot down here since then, I've given a gallon of blood in a week so I could maybe get some work done, I don't know where the hell my Uncle Kevin is, and I'm just not qualified to deal with all this goddamned machinery-- I'm a ******** biologist not, an engineer--, and--"
The girl was cut off this time by McCoy wrapping one had around her shoulder. Her stomach hurt. She hated this venting. She should be able to deal with this. she had been through hell before. It was what she had been doing since she hit puberty. Emotional damage sort of came with the job. He shouldn't have to see her like this. None of them should.
"I would tell you to go visit Narcissa, but that may be even more stressful for you right now, what with her nearly tearing Jason's head off," said McCoy, giving her a light squeeze.
"Wait Cissa's awake? Since when?" she asked, suddenly popping up.
"Not long ago. I am quite surprised that you had not heard the screaming whilst coming here. It was rather alarming, honestly. Still, I'd suggest you give her some time to get it all out before, well..."
"Ah, I'll be fine."
"You're not fireproof, you know. Unless there happens to be something you're not telling me, from all those blood samples you've taken. I haven't had the pleasure of staring at your cells for several months now. How many mutations do you have these days? What were you calling that secondary mutation of yours? Perception Filtration?"
Maddy raised an eyebrow. "Probably as many mutations as you have, Cookie Monster." She shouldn't have been surprised that he had known, it just bothered her that she couldn't think of how he had known. She hadn't told anybody about her secondary mutation. It wasn't as if it was in anyway obvious, either. It just made getting unnoticed easier when she wanted. True, it had manifested before she left the mansion, but even she had hardly understood what was happening then, if at all. She had assumed the constantly being passed by or unnoticed was just some flaw in her personality. It had made her, for a bit towards the end there, rather indignant to those around her. Not that she had ever been very sociable, but the random turning on of a power that just made people not notice you was not helpful. "In any case, I'm off to use the little mutants room. Those $20 dollar cups of coffee just go right through me."
Two minutes later, of course, she was not in the bathroom. She was, quite predictably, standing at the door of the infirmary.As the doors swung open, Maddy stepped through to lean on a side table. The room beeped with machinery of one kind or another, each with their own tones and timing. She remembered when she thought she just wanted to go into medicine. Now taking care of people seemed less of a joy. Still, on one side of the room, next to one of the tanks was a small blond girl, looking rather disheveled, and quite irate. Then again, it was not like Maddy looked much better at the moment.
"And here I thought we were going to have to send for Prince Charming to wake Sleeping Beauty," the girl said dryly, ruffing up her own hair. "Mind if I take over that coffin if you're through with it?"
Maddy only half regretted the remarks she was making, to be honest. If these people hadn't figured out her sense of humour by now, it wasn't really worth worrying about. She could still dodge fireballs, even if she wasn't fireproof... Not to mention, even when angry, Cissa was likely to miss on purpose. Probably. Still, it was good to know that the other was at least awake. Maddy did not exactly expect combat readiness from her, but alive and awake would certainly do  That's it, it's split, it won't recover. / Just frame the halves and call them brothers. / Find your fathers and your mothers, / if you remember who they are.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 5:19 am
Team: Omegas
Location: Academy - Infirmary --> Lounge
Thinking: Useless - I am utterly Useless  It had been a week wince the attack of the Sentinels, and Kerrigan was finally back on her feet. She wasn't sure how long she'd actually been out, and how long she'd just been kept for observation. Of course, the first thing she'd asked about when she came to was how Cissa and Roland were, followed by the rest of her teammates. Apparently, her visitors had been few and far between while she was recovering, though the redhead really didn't care so much. She'd been…down, considering the fact she'd gotten her a** all but handed to her in the fight with the sentinels. Kerrigan didn't handle defeat well. It was probably best that the others didn't see her struggling to deal with the loss. The time she wasn't in her room in the infirmary, she was in Cissa's, sitting with the girl while she was in a coma. When she'd heard what happened, she was shocked to say the least. Even more so trying to picture Roland knocking the blonde out so that she could even be moved to the Infirmary. It was…disheartening to hear how bad things had gotten. Even now, the reports on the news didn't offer the greatest reassurances that they had come out of the woods just yet. Clearing out her room, the redhead perked up slightly at the sound of shrieking British obscenities bursting into the hallway. Most would be running for fear of being incinerated on the spot, but Kerrigan found her feet leading her towards the sound. She was glad to hear that the blonde was awake - it was getting to be too long, and she was getting worried. Apparently, she wasn't the only one to be summoned by the sounds of their leader, the redhead smiling as she saw Maddy arriving on the scene as well. She hadn't had much time to speak with the girl since she'd come back to the Academy, though it was good to see a familiar face. Their adventures had been getting harder and harder as of late, so they needed all the experience on the Omegas that they could get. Placing a hand on the girl's shoulder as some sort of greeting, she couldn't help but chuckle at her mention of Sleeping Beauty. Green eyes, however, were definitely focused on Cissa. " Glad you're awake," she said with a small grin, arms wrapping around her stomach as she leaned against a wall. For whatever reason, she felt a sense of normalcy now that her best friend had returned to the world of the conscious. Whatever was going to be thrown their way, she knew that they could face it together and at least have some sort of plan. True, it was cliche, but they had been through a lot together. " So…you really let Roland choke you out?" Slender fingers pressed against her lips, attempting to hide the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. She knew that she would be spared the blonde's ultimate wrath, but it seemed silly to poke a bear. Even if the bear was a head and shoulders shorter than her, and probably half her weight. It was just bad life practice. Clearing her throat, Kerrigan pushed her body out off the wall, crossing the small room to wrap the blonde in a hug. " I really am glad you're alright," she said, breaking apart from her with a smile before turning and heading back towards Maddy. No doubt, the Omega leader would want to get changed and get the heck out of the Infirmary. Kerrigan knew that she had someone she needed to find, anyways. " So, I've got someone I have to find, but, we'll talk later. There's….stuff I've needed my best friend for, but we've both been out of commission, so tonight we've got some serious girl talk to catch up on. I'll bring the Ben and Jerry's." Giving her best friend one last smile, followed by a 'keep an eye on her' look to Maddy, Kerrigan let herself out of the Infirmary, taking to the hallways. She was aware that she wasn't necessarily looking her best, her hair pulled up into a messy ponytail, sports bra strap peeking out from under an off-the-shoulder t-shirt and jeans. But it'd been long enough - she'd have to start facing everyone again eventually. Whenever one had a doubt as to where someone was, there were certain areas of the Academy that seemed to draw people in. The Lounge was one of them. She passed one of the newer Alphas ( Vee) leaving the lounge as she was approaching it, the sound of a familiar voice reassuring her that she had, indeed, made the right call. What she wasn't really prepared for was the sight of Roland cradling a small child, Orchid muttering to herself in the corner. It suddenly felt…awkward. She'd wanted to find Roland, but suddenly realized that she had no idea what to say, or how to act. And it hadn't even occurred to her that there would be other people around. How much did they know? But, she was already standing in the doorway - no doubt they had seen her. It would be too weird to just turn and walk away without saying anything. " Hey." (( OOC: I apologize for the crap that this post is - I rewrote it 3 times…apparently, that didn't help. Let me know if I missed anyone, or if something needs to be changed. Thanks! )) "That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me. This one's a fighter."
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 6:15 am
 Aside from Dimitri finally being able to use his powers against the sentinels, that the extended solo training sessions monitored by Bobby drake was working and that he got some new sweats, the next week for Dimitri Otengam was not so nice to him. It wasn’t anything from his team members either. Some that were injured in the infirmary he went to check on after the fight just to show that deep inside those muscles he cared and that if they were still ticking. It was so fortunate that they were not burying anyone of their own next to the sentinel’s hours later. The week that came after the attack on the campus did a number on Dimitri mentally.
Shortly after midnight, the next day, when Rossi was catching some winks Warp had showed up to Dimitri’s room. The two talked about the sentinel attack on campus and how it was a good thing that Warp showed up when he could, because Dimitri’s second device was fried and he needed a good one, or two. Luckily for Otengam, Warp had offered Dimitri extra spares that he could keep in his room or wherever. Plus Warp didn’t know about the sentinel attack; it just so happened that between his own work, trying to get a lead on Nicole and more he caught footage about the Act and decided to check on Dimitri. Lastly was that there was, unfortunately no new leads of Dimitri’s sister. The fight that Dimitri planned on going, to meet a certain person stayed in the same date; two or so months too damn long.
Just before Dimitri’s room was private once more, he gave Warp his thanks, for everything.
That night however Dimitri could have used some assistance from Warp to get him out of the back to back bad dreams that kept haunting him in his vulnerable state every few hours or so. It went from dreams about sentinels attacking him at a young age to the events that went down in Hawaii. Each bad dream left Dimitri escaping back into the real world gasping for air and his eyes opened like blinds on a Monday morning after escaping what would have been him just about to die. From there on, it was difficult at times to have this positive mood that everything was going to be okay; that he was going to find his sister and his family would be back together again. It was like going on a road, with no signs or hints on when the road would end and Dimitri wanted to at least see a present picture of her.
His want turned into a need when the next afternoon he had a phone conversation with people he didn’t expect to call him: his parents. From the happy and cheerful tone they were releasing with each sentence they were not aware of what was going on in the states. Add to the fact that they placed their trust in someone like Warp and their duties as parents to worry decreased a few levels. The conversation went well but when they asked if they could speak to his sister, he said that she went on vacation with the students from the Academy and that they still haven’t settled in yet. “Haven’t been able to get into contact with her for a while, but when I do I’ll let you guys know.”
The rest of the hours in the day that passed by until the present day were the same s**t and bad dreams. Training wise he continued his 1-2 hour solo training sessions with Bobby Drake. The ones that Bella requested, Dimitri didn’t go to; instead he asked Iceman to vouch for him and tell her that everything was going well. Bobby Drake was the tutor prepping Dimitri up for when Bella really needed him on the field. Dimitri didn’t think about the what if’s or other consequences, going with the “we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” Approach. In the social category, Dimitri spoke to peers and kept his room empty of the opposite sex and species. Even someone with a sex drive as him knew priorities (every now and then), and the priority was to wait for this entire registration bullshit to blow under. He lied to his friends telling them that he went on vacation as well and avoided the news when he could.
Sunday going into Monday early morning however had to be the climax of it all, with Dimitri’s body seeming to reach into overtraining mode where drills and techniques with Bobby Drake that were usually performed with minimal effort took a bit more from his body. Iceman recommended a break but Dimitri refused; each day that passed meant that one day of training passed, and if he failed out on the field it would be a lonnng time before he would just get over it and stop blaming himself. Or even worse; if he failed in rescuing his sister because of one skipped day he would never forgive himself. It was just a bad morning and with so much emotion and stress Dimitri wasn’t thinking one hundred percent.
But Iceman insisted that he take a break from the Danger Room after the end of the session left Dimitri sore all over with bruised knuckles; at least a day or two, and by insist he cut him from using it, unless he would train with his squad which wasn't going to happen. Text messages from friends giving their input about the registration act showed Dimitri who his friends were and who they really weren't even though Dimitri didn't respond to either. Furthermore, he was getting worried that he wasn’t getting anywhere as someone working on their powers. When if it still wasn't enough for him to find out about his sister? Questions of doubt began to circle Dimitri’s mind like a vortex. His solution? Hit the hay earlier and put this entire week behind him. As soon as it reached eleven o’clock Dimitri was already in bed, something that wasn't seen from since high school. Maybe Monday would be nice to him.
Present Time...
Dimitri's mind was zoned the hell out. It was nowhere near the level of one smoking sativa; instead it was near the level of zoning out in school. With a depressed/tired look on his face. With a pair of jeans on, slippers and a black t-shirt Dimitri's body layed flat out in a chair by the pool, where his bloodshot eyes from last night stared deeply into the water's soul. The last time someone was happy that it was a Monday was noone. His monday morning started off with him waking up with few tears sweat drops leaving a big chunk of his wall burned from waking up from a nightmare; blasting it with magma because a sentinel was in perfect disguise of his sister(height wise/weight wise, etc) who he had finally found in his dream. After that he decided that running on 7 hours of sleep was just fine and that watching the sunrise was better than going back to sleep and finding out the horrific conclusion of his dream.
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