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 Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 3:53 am
✖ ▐ REGISTRATION ACT xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
CHAPTER: XXI -21- 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 at the Academy
If they are in College: They are Attending Frontier University--A facility recently erected not far from the Academy. A facility for mutants to further their education without prejudice. Especially if they aren't in control of they powers yet. They commute from the Academy, or take online courses whenever available.
Neither Option: Once 18, and having graduated High School-- They do not have to leave the Academy, 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 [20] - Reality Check The last Story Arc brought to light the ever growing hatred of mutants. After the new Alpha's and Omega's were greeted, and met the rest of their team members through a brief get together-- They were free to amuse themselves. Some Alpha's went to the mall to enjoy themselves. Other Alpha's met in the music room and had an impromptu jam session. The Omega's played laser tag in the Danger Room.
The once peaceful day quickly turned sour as one thing led to another, and the Alpha students that went to the mall were apprehended by mall security for inciting a riot. (Truly, they'd been trying to stop another mutant from being bullied...) They were revealed to be mutants as things became dire, and they were forced to fight back.
The Alphas were sent in to quell the ever growing riot that started not long after, and rescue their comrades from being held unjustly. Things quickly got more complicated as the Brotherhood arrived on the scene, lead by none other than Mystique.
The Omegas were called out of their Danger Room-Laser Tag Sim to deal with an additional threat at the Courthouse... Which turned out to be Magneto interrupting Senator Kelly's riveting anti-mutant speech.
Battles ensued with many injuries being the result of the battles and more than one life hanging in the balance. The death toll to the civilians from the riot and battles that came after was staggering. In the aftermath of the destruction at the mall--The entire area was contaminated with radiation poisoning. It is now uninhabitable, and quarantined off.
With so much having already happened what was to come next? xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ C u r r e n t S t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ If the X-Men thought that life was difficult before Magneto returned to New York…They were mistaken. Quite a bit of time has passed since the River Creek Shopping center was attacked by ‘mutant terrorists’. Since then, it has been discovered that not only were there over one hundred and fifty bodies recovered from the site of the riot and wreckage…But that the mall and the surrounding area for half a mile was deeply contaminated with radiation poisoning. It is being completely quarantined with a concrete wall, almost like a sarcophagus being erected around it. It isn’t safe for anyone
The government has been evacuating families from their homes and business owners to safer locations… But most of them have already contracted acute radiation sickness. The people in that area were lucky that the X-Men interfered…Far more canisters would have opened, far more violently, if a select few Alpha members had not contained the blast of the main bomb. Eleven undamaged canisters were removed by bio-robots, liquidators, and it was found that only two had cracked open… It is very clear, that the canisters were intended to do far more damage than they actually did.
Magneto has since made news appearances, taking credit for the River Creek disaster… Claiming that he will unleash the same radiation poisoning at other locations to serve as a reminder that mutant-kind will not lay quietly down and die. He seems maniacal, in his impassioned speeches…He gives no option of mercy. He is verbally pushing human-kind to retaliate.
Since that first attack, the Brotherhood have been eerily silent. No further violence of this nature have been reported…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.
Violence in the streets of New York has risen 6% in a very short amount of time. This may not seem like a large percentage, but in such a large city…It’s starting to seem more and more like chaos. Humans and mutants are both on the offensive…Some of the more vocal groups that advocate against mutant rights have stirred up so much anger in communities, that it is not safe for any mutant alone in public. Unless they have a mutation that can be easily hidden, that is.
The words ‘Mutant Registration Act’ is a phrase being tossed around between several high ranking government officials. The administration is trying to find a way to curb the hostility of their human citizens, and to find a way to form some kind of control over mutants. They could be anyone. Teachers, doctors, nurses… There were also serious ethical questions about allowing said personnel near students or patients…
The idea, is to weed out the dangerous mutants and…Separate them from society. Where they would be separated to is…Not yet disclosed.
But in the words of Moira MacTaggert, “Registration Act Today—Gas chambers tomorrow.”
It was announced that Senator Kelly has submitted the MRA as a bill, and the Supreme Court has not shot it down… It was also later announced, that it has been approved by majority vote…It is not a potential new law, it is a law.
All mutants have fourteen days to come to the court house and register themselves… If they do not comply, they will therefore be breaking the law and held accountable. If they are under the age of 18, their parents may accompany them. Registration consists of a full team of scientists and a field test of said mutants ability… They are instructed to discover the true potential of the mutant, by any means necessary.
If they are deemed unsafe by society… They will not be released.
Police are allowed to investigate any claims of mutancy and are given immediate warrants to search and interrogate any suspects. Parents are encouraged to turn their children in, and vice versa.
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 7:48 am
▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃  XXXX ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ “Don’t patronize me…”, Scott ground out to Emma, who sat pristinely on the edge of his desk. His dirty look softened faintly when she remained silent… Although that might have been from the glimpse of white garter he saw poking out from the split in her sleek white pencil skirt. Parents had been visiting more often lately, and she’d taken to wearing her uniform less. A pity, really. “Keep it up, Scott—And you’ll never see me naked again.”, the former White Queen returned lightly… Almost as if she were teasing. But the Headmaster knew her well enough to know that she wasn’t joking in the slightest… And that he would be having a very hard month, no pun intended, if he kept pushing her buttons. Scott sighed and ran a hand through his hair, ruby quartz sunglasses hiding the vicious red light that hid behind them… ”I don’t see how we have much choice… There are already more than enough rumors running around. The police will search the Academy… If Fury hasn’t already ousted us. You know he can be a Company man when it suits him.” “Don’t be so pessimistic…You have a school full of telepaths. Any officials that arrive will see what we want them to see…Nothing more.”, Emma responded dismissively, waving her hand in the air as if the man beside her were asking the most inane questions. “You know I don’t approve of you using your powers that way.”, Scott started off, his callused hands coming to scrub at his slightly scruff—Seven o’clock shadow. Immediately he realized his mistake when the woman slid off the edge of the desk—The sharp sound of her very expensive heels bringing his eyes to her face. Emma was furious, that was easy to see. “I didn’t mean it that way—“ “Yes you did. Did you forget who you’re talking to? There’s no use lying about it. It’s fine for me to do things when it’s convenient for you…But when it’s practical and you feel it crosses into a gray area…You want to pretend like you’ve never crossed a moral line before. If it protects our students, and harms none… I will do whatever I see fit.”, the blond woman spoke formally, her voice at least ten degrees colder than it had been… Scott rose from the chair, his hands falling to her upper arms—A look on his face that stated he wanted to disagree with her…But it was hard to disagree with someone, when for the most part…They were right. “I’m sorry. But breaking the law like this could spell trouble in a way that a few telepaths won’t be able to fix… No matter how powerful.” Emma stopped glaring daggers, but only because she knew he was indeed apologetic. Instead her face firmed… “I’ve spoken with Charles…He agrees that it is a difficult decision… But Registering is a mistake…Anonymity is our last line of defense…Without it, we’re merely targets. He's drafting a formal declaration for concerned parents as we speak.” “I know that…I’m not saying we should do it—I’m saying that we need to look at this from every angle.”, Scott returned, again frustrated with the whole situation… It had just been announced on the evening news that the Mutant Registration Act had been approved by the Supreme Court. All mutants had fourteen days to go to their local court house to be tested for their…’Propensity for Destruction’… And if harmless, they would simply be tracked, monitored, and tagged…Like cows. A team of scientists was allowed to probe them as much as they wanted, to discover any secrets the mutant subject may be hiding. As invasively as necessary. Scott didn’t know the details, on what happened if they found the mutant dangerous. Holding cells? Prison? Concentration camps? The human race was out looking for blood… And they’d found it in homo-superior. Cyclops blamed the MRA {Mutant Registration Act} solely on Magneto and the Brotherhood. Not quite a month ago, he’d tormented Senator Kelly and his cabinet… As well as unleashed nuclear chemicals and radiation poisoning on the general public. He’d incited a riot in River Creek that had such a high body count, traffic was constantly backed up because of the dozens of black limo’s transporting deceased loved ones. Emma might have had a dark past…But he still believed in Charles Xavier. If he declined… Scott wouldn’t be the one to put his foot in his mouth and disagree. “All right. Send out a message that we strongly advise against Registering until we’ve ensured the safety of our student body.” “Also, tell them that if they need to leave campus—They need to let a Professor know where they’re going. They may or may not need an escort…Comm units are to be worn at all times, for their own safety.” Emma nodded her head, and sent a school wide broadcast over the comm unit… And again sent the same message using her telepathy. She also informed that per the Headmaster...Classes would resume in the Academy and at Frontier University {The College erected not far from the school for the gifted} as normal. If any students had any questions or concerns about the recent legislation, they were to come see the Headmaster or Headmistress as they felt necessary.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 9:37 am
  Name: Ƞarcissa "Cissa" Ƚucania
Team: Ѻmega
I touch the fire...
And it freezes me.
I look into it, and it's black.
Why can't I feel?
My skin should crack and peel.
I want the fire back.
Please, Let it burn...
Location: Academy - Outside
Thinking: God Save the Queen-HA-British!
Narcissa sat in the lounge, a common place for her to laze about when she didn’t have anywhere better to be. She had a paper due at the end of the week, and due to all of the ridiculousness of the anti-mutant sentiment that seemed to get stronger with every day… She was only half done. Political Science wasn’t a bad major…It gave her what she needed, picking up where the battlefield tactics left off that Scott had taught her. It gave her the other end of the spectrum…Philosophical and practical problems of political organization, action…Different public policies and the political behavior of groups or individuals… Really, the sun goddess tended to apply half of what she learned in every day life. She’d started college with the simple idea of going into business management. Why? Because when her Grandfather kicked the bucket, she would solely inherit a company that would depend on her making good decisions and insightful calls. But she’d recently accepted that the life of an X-Men member wasn’t something she could easily escape. Or ever. She’d pissed off too many powerful mutants since being an impetuous teenager… And those she hadn’t pissed off, usually found her, and then god pissed off—Because when she was angry, her ability responded… And any sensitive energy user in the area could feel her like a beacon. It was pretty much like throwing out the welcome mat, everytime she broke a nail. Her frustration was mounting to a point where she would likely set her notebook on fire. It wasn’t so much that the paper was hard…It had been luck of the draw, and joy of all joys she’d gotten Health Care Reform. It wouldn’t be hard to make a persuasive paper to help the elderly and protect the rights of the poor. Narcissa, if tested, could likely sell a staunch republican on the idea of a tax increase for certain things. Nevertheless she was too distracted by the events going on in the world to actually get her work done. She’d been waiting tense, almost, but not quite, close to biting her nails. Magneto had come…Poisoned and killed off a few hundred people in New York… And then hadn’t been seen since. Things had been far too damn quiet, and it deeply concerned her. Of course, most of the kids in the school weren’t worried about the rest of the world. Being inside the Academy ruined them in many ways. For the older students that were on teams, or for the Omega’s and Alpha’s… They were forced to grow old, long before their time. But the younger students, or the kids on some of the other teams that didn’t go out as much as they did on field missions were horribly sheltered. It was as if the laws and legislations that were being sent to congress and the supreme court didn’t affect them… But Narcissa knew better. And whole heartedly sneered at all of the little nerd herd morons currently obsessing over Prom and the end of the school year for the high school kids. In Narcissa’s experience… She’d hated Prom the first time around… Mostly because she’d been caught between three very strange men at the time. Including, the one she’d actually been dating. Having to listen to it every year was starting to grate on her nerves. As another group of giggling, hormonal train wrecks walked by, she glared whole heartedly and slapped her notebook shut before covering her eyes for the moment. This just wasn’t going to happen. The sun goddess flopped back on the couch, somehow managing to remain decent, though she wore a micro-mini dress underneath a very…Culturally friendly jacket. It was a female sized, red coat military garment that the British forces used to wear long ago. Across the back in gold embroidery read ‘ God Save the Queen’. Narcissa had no real particular allegiance to America, or her home country as far as it’s rulers went… But it was still her home. And the Queen, was still her Queen. So she felt the need to show some occasional improper respect. Other than having Oreo’s at tea time. But seriously…Chocolate biscuit with sugar in the middle and scalding hot tea? Nothing could be wrong with that. Throwing her notebook and pen on the table, she slowly drew herself up and slid back on her expensive gold hooker pumps. The heel was shaped like a unicorn horn, and formed a vicious point towards the ground… They made the very small, occasionally childish part of Narcissa exceedingly happy. She’d thoroughly debated on changing her name to Candy for the day. You know, just to keep up appearances. Scott had already yelled at her once for the jacket giving her the appearance of not wearing pants from behind…But that had been a conversation she’d most definitely won. Cissy: … It’s great that you’d think I’d walk around without pants on. Better question…Why were you looking? Scott: … Yeah, Cissy totally won. Funny, that she called herself Cissy in her own head. Another group of girls walked by, twittering like a couple of old women and laughing about something that simply must have been hysterical. Though when she fairly snarled at them, they scattered like a dead dandelion blew to the four winds. Passing through the French doors that lead to the side court yard she sighed as blissful silence met her ears… Glancing up at the sky, she said a silent, sarcastic thanks and continued down the stone path that lead deeper into the greenery. The sun felt good enough that it mellowed out some of her sourness…This is not to be confused with her actually being in a good mood. It just removed some of the strong desire she had to torch the prom posters. She really, and truly hoped that she hadn’t acted so brainless a scant three years ago. Face upturned towards the sky, she sighed as she took in the light—In the energy that allowed her to exist… And to eat whatever junkfood she wanted, and not gain a pound. Take that, Lindsay Lohan. She let her jacket slip off slightly so the sun could hit her shoulders too as she wandered...Absentmindedly looking for something to take her mind off of things. Between her paper and the mutant hating geek squads that kept popping up on TV… She had the staunch need to be sick. She’d spent so long not displaying any emotion, any trite thought that the bodies Magneto had left behind, had bothered her… If she were being honest with herself… Yes, it did. It still did. But no one else needed to know that...Needed to know that somewhere underneath her nastiness and witty insults, she was indeed…Human. Human-ish. Because the next person that said a bloody damn word to her about prom was getting an impromptu lobotomy.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 9:37 am
I am temperamental
And I have imperfections
And I am emotional
I am unpredictable, I am naked
I am vulnerable, I am a woman Code Name: Siren
Team: Alpha
Location: Academy - Music Room
Ability: Sound Manipulation
Singing: Nothing Playing Cello █║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║   Isabella had spent the past few weeks trying to find answers to questions that just didn’t seem to be there. Never before would the Alpha’s have seen their leader so withdrawn…She was still polite enough, compassionate…There, if they needed anything...But there was something clearly off kilter. Some might have attributed it to the fact that Gideon had been moved to the Omega’s… And she was content to let them think that. The truth was far different. No one but Scott and Emma knew that it had been done by her own request. The last conversation they’d had… It’d been far more of an argument, than a conversation. Truth be told… She’d used her enhanced hearing to avoid him. Of all things that had fallen between them—That which she’d never seen coming… It was the god forsaken Red Queen.
She knew, and well understood that there was nothing romantic that drew Gideon from her... After all they’d been through. The years of trying to find time for one another, while managing daily end of the world-ocalypses… She hadn’t forgotten any of that. But she was a different person than she’d been when they first met. Optimisim was so far away from her that she couldn’t find it anymore… And she couldn’t lead, when her mind was full of relationship trouble… She wasn’t sure, that this was something they could fix. She couldn’t change who she’d become…
It was starkly obvious to her now, that she was a different creature than Narcissa and Gideon… She had less and less in common with either of them… Would he have stopped Narcissa, were their situations reversed? Likely… But not for the same reasons. He would have, because it was the right thing to do, to keep the peace. But he’d specifically stopped her, because Narcissa would have demolished her if it came down to it.
At least, that was what she believed. Who knew, what actually went through anyone else’s head, other than the telepaths. She’d used to be able to tell… Not anymore.
It wasn’t a matter of pride, the good lord only knew that hers had been broken enough by constantly getting the tar kicked out of her… It was simply the way things were. She’d done her best to ignore the problems, and hope that they would mend themselves… But the time for waiting was over. It was time for change… And if she wanted to be a better leader for the Alpha’s, if she wanted those around her to survive the war they were falling into…
She would have to change to.
Isabella was beyond grateful for the Alpha’s that had followed their instincts during the attack at the mall…Those like Leo, who had tried to take charge in a terrible situation. He’d most literally, caught her when she fell. Aurelie, who had ended up with a brain bleed trying to diffuse a bomb with the help of the sweet, shy Bianca, the ever reliable Raine, and one of her newer minted Alpha’s, Tsukino… And no, that wasn’t even all of them that had sacrificed their own personal well being to defend others and civilians…Reggie, Tara, Eli, Dimitri, Marcel and Varis had all fought and or acted with intelligence and bravery. Without her there to help them…She was grateful that they’d managed to pull together as a team regardless. She was thankful for the Omega’s that had come to their rescue, just in the nick of time….
She was relieved that Leo and Aurelie had the sudden urge to go to the mall when they had…She could only imagine, how many more would have died if they hadn’t… The bomb would have gone completely off…The radiation that had only been partially released would have made the area for ten miles around, if not more, a dead zone.
Isabella had tried her hand at explaining this….That if it wasn’t the X-Men Mystique had duped.. It would have been some other poor creature, that wouldn’t have had friends or a veritable battalion to move it and try to stop the chaos.
But just as Scott told her repeatedly, that the incident wasn’t her fault…She couldn't help being shot...She didn’t believe it. She was the team leader…She should have anticipated it. Should have.
But hadn’t.
Her cheek leaned softly against the scroll of a medium sized cello in the music area… Bow drawing across the strings in such a way that the sounds she drew from it seemed almost painful. The songstress wasn’t trained formally in any instrument… Anything she knew was self taught, and she was sure that there were others that were far more skilled than she was… But true to her ability, music was her outlet. Singing, playing, writing songs… When she was upset, when nothing made sense to her, the black marks in her own spidery scrip that fell in-between bar lines made her take a step back, and think.
Catharsis was the word that she was looking for.
She drew more emotion from the school owned cello than most could hope to… To her, it was speaking when words failed.
She couldn’t get passed the fact that she’d let Mystique slip through her fingers… That so many of her Alpha’s had been injured. She put on a good face in front of those that knew her… But there was just something wrong about it. It never touched her eyes, not like it used to. Perhaps she was just burning out…Perhaps she’d just spent too much time drenched in her own blood… Or in the blood of someone else.
Her graceful fingers slid down the instruments neck, changing position with a fluidity and precision that some might have gawked at. She cheated. She knew exactly where to put her fingers, to get the exact note she wanted. Knew just how to adjust her thumb on the frog of the bow to pull the sweetest sound from it. It was an illusion…She could bring tears to the most stoic of man… But it was all just a lie.
But what was one more lie, on top of the lie her life was?
She wrote emails to her mother…Telling her about her day to day habits…Excluding all of the X-Men work, of course…Which meant she really told her nothing at all. It felt wrong to her that her enemies knew more about her than her own family.
Isa stopped playing for a moment as her extra sensitive hearing picked up a television blaring from the upper levels. It was a news caster talking about the Mutant Registration Act… It had been approved earlier that day. Emma had sent an announcement about it, requesting that the students refrain from heading to the Courthouse…Just until they could be sure that it would be safe for all of their pupils. The woman on the TV was going on and on about how glad she was the government finally decided to take action… Obviously the TV had been left on a channel that held the anti-mutant sentiment. Apparently it was the only way to keep the mutant threat in check. To protect the rights of human citizens.
“Aren’t we citizens too?”, Isabella murmured aloud, anger and resignation coloring her words… Her bow notched itself again, and she pulled her hand back, starting the heartbreaking song over from the last full rest. The soft vibrato echoed through the room, matching her frustration…
Music had always helped her before. But it wasn’t so easy this time.
Glancing at the clock, she realized she only had a little while before she needed to head to the Art Room to help with Prom decorations. Scott had encouraged all of the teams to go about their days as normal, unless something came up... So her solution had been to volunteer to chaperone and help decorate... Usually Prom was held off campus in some fancy hotel or rented out club…This year it would be held in the formal hall at the newly erected Frontier University, which wasn't far from the Academy itself. Funded mostly be Warren Worthington and Charles Xavier, it was a chance for mutants to further their education without being judged for what there were… Many mutants couldn’t hide their ability.
Emma would have most of the decorations bought… She didn’t do anything simply… But for some of the center pieces for tables, and small favors, they had a Prom Committee assembling things. They were also handling the ballots for who would be Prom King and Queen this year.
So looking back at her sheet music, she fell back into a blissful repose for a little longer—Letting her music soothe the deep, unsettling ache in the pit of her stomach.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 9:40 am
 xxxxxxxxxx ➸ ▬▬▬ O m e g a ' s ☭ SIZE Shifting Native______________ Academy Groundsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  Archery. Call it stereotypical, call it a native's need to cling to the old ways, call it whatever you'd like really, but Aren's like of the sport had lead him to spend the afternoon shooting targets, and shooting balloons as they drifted towards the sky. Moving targets were always his favorite; they provided more of a challenge.
His fingers drew back steadily; his mouth just slightly opened as his closed eye did the same... and then, within a scant second, he released the arrow, sending it speeding along its intended trajectory. For now, he was alone. While it seemed to be somewhat odd for the young man, considering he was usually with one comrade or two, Aren didn't mind the solitude as he focused. It was quiet, serene. Truly, the peace reminded him of home, since there had been little here in New York.
One month ago, Magneto and his minions had attacked and killed many civilians, and the Mutant Registration Act was in full force, with more supporters rallying every day. The humans were scared, and rightly so, he conceded to himself. The destruction they had witnessed would be enough cause for fear. Granted, Magneto and his forces weren't the typical mutants; most were harmless, or at least tried to be.
Part of him had wanted to go home after the fight, the part of him that had been drilled into his brain. The Siksika were a peaceful people – ones not to engage in battles and fighting. It'd been in the early 1800's that they'd even been involved in anything violent, and a part of him initially felt as though he were betraying his ancestors' ways by staying. The Blackfeet were a peaceful people, yes. However, when called to battle, they'd been fearless and dedicated to the cause.
Aren stayed with that notion engrained into his conscience. To cower now would be the ultimate form of defeat, even if he were only doing it to uphold the ways of his people. They'd want him to stand tall.
The native closed his eyes, reveling in the quiet. On top of all the political commotion... he'd ascertained a few fans that liked to giggle in his direction. Most of the time, he didn't pay it any mind... though, when Cissa was around, he liked to rev it up to get a reaction out of her.
The arrow's head pierced the target dead center, and the native nodded his head appreciatively. Idly, he wondered if Narcissa or Kerri would set up more of a challenge for his skills in the simulation room later on... Hunting in New York just didn't happen, so there was little to gain from hitting circles over and over again... and he was fast running out of balloons to shoot as well.
Looking up to the sky, his chocolate eyes followed the sun, deciding based on its placement that he'd been out shooting for two hours, and that he should either a) go find someone to make a simulation, or b) find Dominik to bug him (Due to his failing grade in Phys. Ed, they'd made him take hiatus from the Omegas.) c) or find Narcissa so that he could try unsuccessfully again, to seduce her.
With Narcissa's tutoring, Aren's grades were passable, and Emma had conceded to let him stay on. Not that it'd been a cakewalk... the size shifter was certain that Cissa had doubts she could change his ways, considering most of their time alone together he was making passes at her.
But, he was a guy; she was hot (in more ways than one); and it definitely couldn't be helped.
With a determined step to do the last, Aren gathered his things – from the broken arrows to the unfilled balloons – and sauntered back inside, figuring whichever of his three options came up first would be what he did.
Considering the time of day, the native checked the cafeteria first... and the smell of fresh stuffed crust pizza permeated his senses, distracting him through a slice or two before he continued on his “quest.” Various students dotted the premises, and he waved casually to those he knew, smiled at those who snickered as he passed. No doubt a few had heard he hadn't asked anyone to prom yet... and he'd gotten a lot of attention from a few the girls he'd been in classes with.
“Hi Aren” was apparently the phrase of the day. He grinned, shrugged off the attention and continued on until someone stopped him. “Wait! Don't you have something to ask me?” His brow furrowed just slightly as a smile hid in the corner of his mouth.
“For starters your name?” He guessed, chocolate eyes alight with his never-ending amusement.
“Clara. Are you going to ask me to the prom? I've been waiting all week.” Her lips formed a pout, her hands fell haughtily on her hips, but her eyes were hopeful.
“Oh. That's why you all follow me around the halls?” He'd not even considered a prom date yet. It was coming up, wasn't it? “I wish I could say I'd be happy to take you to the prom, but I've already got a girl in mind.” In two seconds, he'd decided he'd ask one of the girl on the two student teams he was most familiar with. And one face came to mind, considering most of the Omegas were already in college. “Maybe homecoming next year.” He said, just to get the down-trod look off her face.
Cissa was out for that. She wouldn't be caught dead at something so 'trite.' But she likely wouldn't like his choice for the night either. He could get away with it; the bombshell had a hard time staying angry with him, it seemed.
As he walked, he found himself outside again... not one trace of Kerri, Dom or Cissa yet... until he saw the gold shimmering in the sunlight. With the confidence of a god, Aren sped up to tap Cissa on the shoulder. “What are you looking for, ki'somma?” He grinned, chocolate eyes drifting down to what looked to be a lack of pants. "I like the effect." He said appreciatively.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 4:58 am
 The Omegas: Academy Library |580|"Are you lost in your lies?
Do you tell yourself, 'I don't realize.'
Your crusade's a disguise.
Replaced freedom with fear,
You trade money for lives.
I'm aware of what you've done." ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
Time had seemingly slowed to a crawl for Felix after the mission to stop Magneto. While he wouldn't have admitted it out loud or to anybody really Narcissa was quite right to send him away from Senator Kelly. His patience had been wearing thin and if he had to guess if he had stayed any longer he wasn't sure what he would have done. The distraction going to the jet had provided was just enough to give him time to call himself. Looking back with what had happened concerning the registration act he couldn't say he was glad he had been sent away.
Maybe if Senator Kelly had been dealt with on that day then he wouldn't have been able to rally support behind the bill. Sometimes someone had to be sacrificed for the greater good after all. A lesson he doubted the x-men would be learning anytime soon. Even if they didn't kill him there should have been no reason they had to save him. What good did it really do? Things had gotten a lot worse.
The offer to join Magneto still fresh in his mind and still seemed like a good idea. Of course he doubted it would be exactly as Magneto said, but it certainly would have been a step up from helping people like Senator Kelly. Felix didn't necessarily hate humans but he did see them for what most of them tended to be. He definitely didn't look at the world through rose colored glasses as some people tended to.
Felix would have left without a second thought if he had been ordered to register. Thankfully Scott and Emma had seen that it wouldn't have been a good idea. Everybody around the institute seemed to be more worried about prom than the possibility of registering. Well most of the people anyway. He had already been asked by a couple of girls before he took to spending his free time in the library reading. Most people didn't expect him to be in there after all.
That was where he was currently. Lounging back with his feet on one of the table and a book in the other hand. He was receiving his fair share of dirty looks from the librarian, but Felix gave no indication of seeing them. A page was turned and his eyes glanced up to the clock to see the time. With his ability it would have been quite easy to read the book faster than normal. His mind and eyes processed things at a faster rate to accommodate running at such speeds as he could after all.
At times it was hard to force himself to slow down, but most of the time it just came natural to him. His personality helped that along exponentially. Reaching down without looking he took a drink of the lemon lime flavored beverage near his feet. Replacing the cool glass the beverage was in he spared a glance in the librarian's direction to see how angry she was. Felix was curious how much he could get away with before the librarian lost or at least said something to him. Granted he wasn't being loud or anything of the sort so for now glares might be all he would be receiving. She didn't like his feet on the table though.
Seeing she wasn't at meltdown point he returned to reading his book with a faint smirk. It was probably the most amusement he would have all day.
OOC: This intro sucks, but I hates them with the passion of a thousand fiery suns...
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I see liars and thieves,
Abused power with greed.
I had hope, I believed,
But I'm beginning to think that I've been deceived.
You will pay for what you've done."
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 6:14 am
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Bianca had been more than ready to rest after she had been cleared from the infirmary and it hadn't even taken a full second after hitting her bed before sleep came. She dreamed of odd things filled with terror at some points usually courtesy of Toad. The feeling of him hunting her back in the mall had not been lost completely. However the dreams faded and she found that the whole mall experience had helped her regain something of herself back. She couldn't completely shake her new found shyness, but now she wasn't as shy. She felt confident enough to at least talk with others normally. It was nice.
She had spent the first several days following the attack going to the infirmary to see how those still inside were doing. After awhile though she decided to stop doing it because she felt that even if the doctors and nurses weren't saying anything that she was bothering them. It was just one of her insecurities taking over. Not that she didn't at least pop her head in the door (quite literally) when she was near the infirmary. Of course the day after the attack she sought proper treatment to her own wounds. The place where the bullet grazed her had still been hurting as did her back where Toad hit her with the clothes rack.
She avoided the news and anywhere off campus like the plague. She wasn't sure she wanted to know how bad things were getting outside the academy walls for mutants. Personally Bianca wasn't sure she ever wanted to leave the academy again on personal business. She had taken the remaining time to just study for classes and try harder to get back to a semblance of normal. Even if it was all a lie.
Presently she was sitting on her bed in her shared dorm room and looking out a window. How long she sat there and watched those on the grounds going about their business she wasn't sure. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail with the few strands that had escaped the ponytail tucked safely behind her ears. Bianca was dressed in a black and green blouse and black pants. A pair of black and white high tops on her feet.
After awhile however she rose off of her bed and left the dorm room behind to walk the halls. She wasn't sure who if anybody she was looking for, but she figured she would know when she found them. Steps echoing faintly in the halls Bianca figured part of her desire to leave her dorm room stemmed from the message Emma had sent out. If left by herself in the dorm she would have had to actually think about the message and what it meant for mutants. What it meant for her. Registering like some kind of criminal or something felt wrong. They were just people like everyone else. With things like this it was hard not to fear humans at times. Well fear the right humans at least. Not all felt the same way.
Part of her wished she was still in high school and the only thing on her mind right now was what boy would ask her to prom. Unfortunately she was in college and those thoughts did her little to no good. Still it was nice to see not everyone was so affected by the anti-mutant stuff flying around. The girls in the halls were nearly always deep in conversation about prom. What they would wear, who would ask them, for some if tonight would be the night. It was nice. All things had to come to an end though.
A sigh escaped her lips as she wandered the halls for what seemed like hours until she was just close enough to a certain room to hear a certain sound manipulator's angry words. Steps slowed as she came to a stop outside the music room she remained in the hall to listen to Bella play. Normally she might have remained outside and just listened but given Bella's ability she was certain the Alpha Leader knew that at least someone was outside.
Slowly she stepped towards the door before she stood in the doorway and went inside. Normally a smile would have been presented however, Bella's mood and hers didn't seem to require such a thing. "Hey Bella." Swallowing a lump in her throat Bianca looked around the room for a moment. "How are you feeling? Does...does it still hurt?" What exactly she was asking even Bianca was unsure. There were so many things that question could have been asking. Did her wound still hurt? Did Gideon being transferred still hurt? That was just two questions.
"Are you alright? Um if you need some privacy or alone time or something like that I can leave." Falling silent afterwards Bianca let her arms fall to her sides as she stared at Bella pleased that the Alpha Leader was seemingly alright wound wise.
(OutOfChocolate: This has been another medicore intro presented to you by Master Cliff Fate. Thanks for reading.)
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 9:38 am
 Like a scar. Like a blade. Slide on me. Kill my pain. ȻΩѶɆȾ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☥ Ωrchid Ⱥutumn
Ωmegas
Location: Studio / Academy halls
Thoughts: Mutant registration and prom; just a normal day for the X-Men ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☥ Orchid woke to a slight pounding on her forehead, perhaps the most merciful hangover she’d ever had. She looked around to find herself in a rather familiar setting, though it was a place she hadn’t slept in for a while. It was an apartment she kept in the Diamond District outside of the Academy. She mostly used it as a studio for her art and her many materials for clothing designs and the like. The apartment also served a secondary purpose, however, and that was that she did not feel like bringing women home to a damn school every time she went out to a club. For starters, her bed and room here was much larger and significantly more ornate. And that was the reason she was currently waking up in her apartment’s single bedroom instead of her dorm room at the Academy. The previous night had been a fun night. Assemblage 23 had been playing a local club that night, and there was no way in hell she was missing that, even if she had to fight off all the senior X-Men singlehandedly. The night went better than expected, however, as she did meet a girl. Naturally, they ended up dancing together, having themselves a few drinks, and eventually ending up in Orchid’s bed. They made no secret to each other that they both just so happened to be mutants. In fact, it seemed to get each other even more excited; the other had a thing for being choked, and Orchid’s hair was a godsend in that department. The hair manipulator looked down upon the nude body wrapped around her own bare form under the covers and could not help but smile. She sure as hell knew how to pick them; this particular late night conquest was definitely a looker, and somehow managed to find the perfect balance between incredibly sexy and absolutely adorable. She only looked down at the girl for a few moments before she heard a noise chirp off something on her night table. She used a lock of her hair to bring it closer, only catching the bit about only leaving the campus with permission from the instructors. She shrugged; entirely too late for that now. She felt some shuffling along her form as her one night stand seemed to be waking. ”Work?” the girl asked with a smirk, flirtatiously bringing her face closer. The two’s lips met for a few moments before the stranger drew back again. Orchid could not help but smile at her. ”Something like that,” she responded without missing a beat. She sat up on the bed, not even bothering to keep herself covered; at this point decency was beyond a moot point. She took a few moments to look around the room, taking note of the various bits of clothing, mostly of leather and PVC, all scattered throughout different parts of the room; amazing where things ended up in the heat of passion. She turned toward the girl once again, smile seeming to grow slightly. ”I never did get your name, did I?”The stranger let out a light giggle. ”I don’t think I got yours. That’s not important, is it?” Orchid shrugged with a look of friendly apathy, which prompted another giggle out of the girl. The stranger extended a hand in a mock greeting, pulling herself up to the hair manipulator’s level. ”Faith, but friends call me Wintermute.” Orchid took her hand and shook it in the same mocking manner. ”Nice to meet you, Wintermute, I’m Orchid.” Her smile turned a bit apologetic then, however. ”But I’m gonna have to go now.” With that Faith drew herself closer, wrapping her arms around Orchid’s neck and once again pressed their lips together, drawing back after a few seconds. ”That’s just too bad. We really did have fun last night.”Orchid offered the girl a typical smirk. ”This doesn’t have to end here. I do have to take a shower, after all.” She let her gaze linger for a few seconds before she took Wintermute’s hand, leader her into the bathroom. ☥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☥  Orchid wasted no time in removing her helmet as she slowly brought her motorcycle to a halt in the Academy’s garage. She dismounted the bike and removed her leather jacket and left it and the helmet hanging off the handlebar. Her first stop was the infirmary. During the battle with the Brotherhood a month ago, she sustained some heavy injuries after a brief encounter with Quicksilver. The cuts and bruises were all healed in a matter of minutes, but the bigger damage was in the point of impact, the spot where the silver speedster punched her twice. With all the momentum of his powers, he managed to fracture three of her ribs, one of which slightly punctured a lung. All serious injuries which Elixir managed to fix completely after a few sessions. But still, he asked her to check in with him a few times just to make sure there was no lasting wound. Frankly, she believed the healer just wanted an excuse to see her topless, but hey, who didn’t? Upon leaving the infirmary, she made her way to her room, grabbing her sketchpad as well as a few sticks of charcoal and General’s charcoal pencils, then took off for the lounge. She sat herself down in rather casual fashion, opening up her sketchpad about halfway on the next available page. She was about to put her first stick of charcoal to paper when she was interrupted by the television, hearing stories about the mutant registration act that was passed that day. She appeared to be relatively unfazed by the news. Of course it was passed. The pitiful humans finally decided they would attempt to go down with a fight; a disgraceful attempt, really, but if it helped the humans on their route to extinction, she did not care. The only part of the act that she lamented was that many mutants would suffer at the hands of the inferior species; though she took solace in the fact that the inferior species would pay dearly for such. She shrugged the news off and went back to her drawing. She started off with a few gestures using the stick of charcoal, but quickly moved on to the charcoal pencil to start the actual drawing. It was quickly shaping up to be a quick and rather cartoony drawing of Magneto hanging Senator Kelly with a mangled steel railing. It was nothing elaborate, but it got the message across. ((OOC: Pretty much 99% filler because I too hate intro posts.)) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☥ Her unforgiving touchxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Is like a blade writhing in a flower,xxxx
Undressing my meaning.xxxxxxxxxxxx
I'm discovering the taste of lovexxxxxx
Because she is my girlfriend, Insanity.x
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Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: A random hallway.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  Daylia has been irritated all afternoon now, having spent most of it on the phone with her family. They were of course worried about her. "I know dad." She said with a sigh. They were now talking about the Registration Act. He of course didn’t want her to register herself, and neither did she. They were on the same page, though the most important fact unspoken between the two of them. They may consider her power dangerous. What would happen then? Would she be put down like some kind of animal? Placed in jail for the rest of her life? She couldn’t think about that, it only boiled her blood. They would probably come up with some shitty reason, like she could rob banks or kidnap people. Hell that was probably what they would do to everyone anyway, find some little stupid reason not to let them go.
"Okay, love you too. Bye." Daylia said before hanging up the phone. That was when she heard the broadcast by Emma Frost. The teachers seemed to agree with her current feelings. She tossed her phone onto the night stand before making her way out of the room, stretching as she did so. She was once again in a pair of baggy sweats and a white t s**t that was two sizes too big. It was all for comfort. She passed one of the posters for the prom as she walked, causing her to laugh. It wasn’t really a laugh, just a sarcastic ha. That had been the furthest thing from her mind and had nearly forgotten about it.
A lot of the high school girls were giddy about it, where Daylia was neutral. Why spend a night in some uncomfortable dress and heels waiting to see if you’re voted most popular? It was stupid in her opinion, and decided that she would most likely spend that night in a pair of sweats watching horror movies. The movie ‘Carrie’ sprung to mind as she added it to the list. Perhaps a full night of prom themed horror flicks was in order? Maybe she could even get permission to throw some sort of thing for those who weren’t going here at the Academy. But that thought died almost instantly. It would be too much work, and would look like she was opposing the whole idea of prom. So it was back to the original idea of her sitting alone with junk food watching the, for the most part, cheap poorly done horror flicks.
Daylia was now unsure where to go or what to do with herself. The incident at the mall had caused all kinds of backlash and now they were not allowed to go out in to the public alone. Which of course made sense, but it was still an irritating thought. Here at the Academy there wasn’t much to do ether for the most part, well at least not much that she was interested in at the moment. So she simply decided to walk around the halls until something came to mind or until she got bored and went back to bed.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 11:36 am
Dorian Flyte
Noir
The School Gym/Den Area
Mood: Pensive
Dorian sat right outside the gym on a bench tossing over a small case in his hand. It had a unique and special shield/badge and a newly laminant card to officially identify him in the world. Little more then four hours ago. It was nerve racking, going to get this little piece of leather, plastic and metal, especially when he found out a polygraph was being done as a standard to test for mutations by simply asking if they were. Most Police now had this done, It wasn't long before anyone with some kinda connection to the federal system would go through this routine. He was less paranoid on the way home. He passed the Lie Detector test just barely. The office where he got his badge and license for bounty hunting issued, knew him well enough and putting their suspicions to rest, even falsely helped him to calm down. In either event he barely got by without having to go register as a mutant. He never really considered himself a mutant in the first place. Supposedly his good aim was due to mutation, but maybe just being stubborn he brushes that off and attributes it to alot of practice. Even after the fact that some very near impossible test showed to the contrary. His doubt lead to him passing the stupid test.
He'd been at the Xavier institute a few months now. Recovery was easy, shattered ribs was no problem for these people and his dislocated arm didn't even feel that different after it was reset. He did however have a morbid period in which he pushed himself and dislocated it again, to the chargrin of everyone present, it hurt yeah, but at the time he didn't care. It was stupid really. The curiosity was aimed at the sensation of his arm being disconnected. It passed after that, but he knows he can disjoin his arm again if he wasn't careful. He was less surprised at the fact of what people here could do then most of them thought. His step sister Terra told him what to expect in emails before he was forced to come here. He felt somewhat unimpressive himself his power being his great aim. Not very overwhelming compared to some of the people he found out about like the walking nuclear bomb most everyone tells him to stay clear of.
Thinking of his step sister that reunion was priceless. A little rubber band to the back of her head from down the hall, and even before finding him with her eyes she yelled his name and came charging to find him. He thought she was over reacting, especially when tackled to the floor, or atleast pretending her featherweight self could do so. The surprising laughing and hug caught him off guard he guessed but he was far more glad to see her then even he expected. A year or so apart did wonders he guessed. IT wouldn't be long though before they acted like siblings and started to drive each other crazy.
He got off the bench, pocketing his badge case in his work out shorts. His work out for the day consisted mostly punching a bag and shadow boxing until he found it necessary to take off his shirt from all the sweat. He could go jogging in the morning like everyone else but there is soo much eye candy floating around it is hard to focus and recollect his thoughts in the process. He was friendly enough, but that avoidance, and his generally intimidating presence wouldn't earn him much friends too quickly. That is If Terra wasn't going to be nosy and force him to be social. Still his reasons for being here were much to brood over, and it still raised his temper dangerously high when he had to think on it. With shirt and towel over his shoulder he went into the locker room for a quick shower redressed in some jeans and black shirt. Remembering to take his badge as well as the stuff issued to the students here. he close his locker and headed off out of the workout area.
Brushing past the younger people here he didn't look twice at them. He was always busy toiling away in the lab or in the garage with what was a fully functional Camero. Getting his car was pretty easy using a fake alias, and he was hoping he wouldn't pay for it much later. He was going to lay low from much of his old life, and try to tackle his problems when he had a better foothold. It might seem cold, but he knows his temper can cause problems, so waiting for everything to die down would help, if only a little. He already looked into some of what he needed to, recovered a laptop and a few belongings from what was his apartment before a bomb went off.
He ended up in a den area where he sat down taking out his Droid phone to use it for his note taking. It was a nice phone, especially for all the kinds of work he does. His savings looked pretty good for the moment but buying this felt kinda heavy. He'll get over it. Not like making money was too hard for him.
Final Thoughts:"Not sure how exactly I ended up here of all places but atleast it's comfortable."
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One month, four weeks, thirty-one days, 44,640 minutes... however she looked at it, the telekinetic couldn't ascertain a certain fondness for what she'd been subjected to in recent events. Rather, she bade crystalline eyes to open, forced herself to suppress another deep-rooted sigh as the television in the waiting room droned on about the MRA, and how all mutants had fourteen days to register themselves. They'd been instructed not to – and Aurelie hadn't wanted to put herself on the radar any ways. The hostility she'd received from humans for merely being a mutant was enough to tell her it was a bad idea – an act of legislation she hadn't a desire to partake in.
It'd been a long month; most of which she'd spent in the recovery rooms, trying to heal, and then once that came, physical therapy and intense private lessons with Jean to rebuild her shattered shields so that she could hope to use them in the future.
For the first time since she'd awakened, she'd not felt quite as delicate, fragile. Deft fingertips tucked back a stray curl, and her lips pursed together as she thought about all that had transpired since she'd been transferred to the Alphas; much of it had been chaos.
From her shields shattering and literally causing her brain to bleed enough to hemorrhage, to waking up with radiation sickness, to not having the strength to stand, let alone walk... it'd been an arduous past few weeks. And while she and the other Alphas had done their best to save the people in the mall, their efforts had only served as another catalyst for those who rallied against mutants – more and more people joined their cause every day.
Not everything was bad though... the blond had made a few friends during her stay at the infirmary. Dominik Edipova, an Omega who sympathized with her head injuries had spent a few afternoons with her; Leo, her partner in crime had visited while she was still unconscious. And then others who weren't even on the teams popped in when she was feeling up to visitors to tell her that she'd done well to stop the bomb. No one mentioned that a lot of the survivors from the initial explosion had later passed from radiation poisoning... and that it might have been better for those people to have died sooner rather than later.
Gemma – the little girl who Aurelie had found during the beginnings of the fight, had been brought into the Academy since they'd returned; her mother hadn't survived the attack. And each day Aurelie spent in the infirmary, the glittery girl would come visit. They'd read countless books, drawn pictures of flowers and fields... and while Relie had been quite frustrated with her situation, the pair had kept each other's spirits up. She reminded her of home – the home she'd had before moving to New York, because Gemma saw to the heart of things, made them simple.
If only everything were as easy as the girl had thought.
Sapphire gems stared out into the lounge, and then back at the paper she held in her hand – one of her and Gemma drawn in crayon. It was good that one of the senior members was going to take her to a new home, a mutant family that worked for the X-men low-key. She'd have a more stable life there, and she'd never feel the judgment that many mutants at the academy felt from their own kin. But she was sure going to miss her little “bright spot.”
A tear sparkled in her eye, but slowly her eyelids drifted closed to keep it contained as Gemma waved goodbye with a smile on her face.
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If she wasn't mostly alone in the lounge, she didn't pay the other students much mind, so she moseyed on over to the piano, fingertips smoothing over the pearl keys before she began to play, finding solace in the vibrations of the music. Several girls snickered as they passed the lounge, each murmuring names of boys they hoped would ask them out. Prom season was apparently still in full swing amidst all the chaos, which only caused the telekinetic to shake her head and smile. While she'd never been to prom, she didn't feel like she'd missed much from the experience; dancing was still a bit too painful to think about.
Instead, she fell into the cadence of the sonata, hands moving across the keys expertly. And here, she was happy to stay.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 2:38 pm
Name: Leonardo Rossi
Team: Alphas
Location: Outside, near lake
Why Is It So Hard Being The Good Guy? To say that the past few weeks were rough would be a complete and utter understatement. Leo’s stay in the infirmary had been longer than expected; they had found a large amount of radiation in his system. The Geiger counter they had placed next to him chirped louder than a thousand crickets on a warm summer night. There were dozens of treatments that they had put him on, from pills to painful injections. His other injuries healed within time; after a month, his ribs were still sore, and a large scar had replaced the large gash on his chest. The doctors said it was probably safe for him to start running and exercising again without fracturing a rib, and had released him from the infirmary after two and a half weeks, keeping him mostly because of the radiation exposure.
He had refused visitors while in the infirmary… he didn’t want to see anyone at all. There was still a huge feeling of guilt and anguish that was weighing down on his heart. He tried to do his best to try and forget about it… but everyone anyone talked about in the past month had to do with the riot, the courthouse incident, for the MRA. Leo had been properly informed of the situation, being briefed about the courthouse incident, along with Magneto’s appearance, from Scott. That at least lessened Leo’s guilty conscience, but he couldn’t help but feel responsible for a big part of it. He knew that the bomb had been planted long before he had gotten to the mall, but in his head, he knew that he at least contributed to the events that had played out nearly a month ago. Maybe there wouldn’t have been a riot… and maybe less people would have been hurt.
That morning, he had woken up, not surprisingly, in a place that wasn’t his room. This time, it wasn’t because Dimitri had had a hoard of girls over like so many other times. No, this was because Leonardo was straight up just avoiding people… everyone, to be exact. The only people he had come in contact with since the incident had been Scott and Aurelie, and only one of them was conscious. One person he was trying to avoid in particular was Bella; he was afraid of what she would say. She was the one who had to come save him at the mall. She was the one who had gotten shot. Imagine if she wouldn’t have moved out of the way in time… if the bullet had hit her head and not her shoulder. It would have all been Leo’s fault. He’d taken time off of his classes, made sure to go to secluded places to spend the day. This had happened before; Leonardo isolating himself. That was how he dealt with failure while working with SHIELD. Hopefully it would work here.
When he had come back from a jog, he crept back into his room to change his clothes. As he pulled his T-shirt over his head, something beeped from under his bed. He froze; he had heard the sound all too many times before. Reaching under and bringing out his old SHIELD case, he opened it. The communicator was ringing; it was the first time it had since he had left the super secret organization. It was reasonable; mutant tensions were rising. Looking at the display screen, it read: “Fury”. Leo read the name over and over again, contemplating on whether or not to hit the green button labeled ‘talk’. Sighing, Leonardo wrapped a shirt around the device to suppress the noise of the beeping, placed it back into the case, and slid it back under his bed.
The world would have to do without him for now.
A few minutes later, Leonardo found himself at the lake, sitting near the shoreline, letting a few trees obscure his view of the Academy… or rather, its view of him. The teachers hadn’t talked to him yet about kicking him out or anything… it looks like they were still accepting him with open arms. After all, it wasn’t entirely his fault… just a little bit, right? Scott hadn’t mentioned anything to him about it when Leo was briefed on the courthouse incident… nothing but the facts had been shared. He needed to seriously ask them about the MRA, since he was a bit different from the others. Technically, he was already registered as a mutant with the government… as a former SHIELD operative. What would that mean for him though, exactly? What exactly would be in his file? Animal mimic, able to copy up to three animal abilities at a time. Tactical experience. Training in hand-to-hand combat, as well as some weaponry. And most importantly: moderately dangerous. That meant being a threat to national security. That meant they could come for him.
Maybe he should leave. Just being at the Academy could be dangerous to the other people there. He couldn’t stand to see men rappelling from helicopters hovering above the mansion to get him. Then again, he probably wasn’t the only governmental target here. There were probably plenty of others that would be on a mutant hit-list. This was the only place on earth that he could feel safe and secure. Plus, he was finally making friends here… he couldn’t leave just yet. No, he was staying right here. Still, he probably had to talk to the teachers in order to see what plan of action he should take… because he was already on the government’s list… and they had advised them to not register.
Taking a deep breath, Leonardo looked out across the water. Within a few months, everything would sort out. Hopefully.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 4:24 pm
Omega, Location: Danger Room/Roaming the halls
A new day, a new threat to us all...
Nearly a month had gone by since the incident at the Courthouse, and despite the rampant destruction caused by Magneto and his merry little band of terrorists nothing of them showed up on the radar. It was unnerving for him, to not know where an enemy was after they launched a major attack. These guys flat out caused wanton destruction, and then vanished. The idea of people being ghosts did not suit him at all. No one should be invisible like that. No one.
But after the briefing, regarding the aftermath of the mall attack, it seemed that this was one hell of an operation. Dirty bombs? Alphas getting irradiated? Jesus, he was somewhat glad to not be in that boat. Even if he had a machete in his shoulder, radiation sickness must be terrifying. When he heard the civilian casualty report following the day, he held a small night time vigil out in the Academy grounds. A simple thing, and only just him there. Some candles around, and he stayed up all night. Dr. Grey came by and stayed with him for a bit. She was the only one that knew what he was doing. And considering she's also seen what could be described as a "disparate personality". Noble, as how it has come to be called, appears to be a persona that he had created in his skull, as a safety precaution. It was something he accidentally created it as a survival mechanism. A devil on his shoulder to put it simply. To think that he had developed a personality could very well mean that he may be losing it a bit. Jean was admittedly, worried.
"I'm keeping this off file, but you and I need to meet more. I'm not taking chances." she'd said to him. He was glad she was not going to say something to Scott or Emma. Though they may find out at any given moment, if the two of them worked towards understanding Noble they may find better use for him. Heck, he could prove to be an asset.
This was done over the course of the weeks, he'd been walking around the infirmary, checking on people. For all intents and purposes, he had no medical degree, but they found use for him as someone who could check up and alert Dr. McCoy or Elixir if something happened. He'd seen some of the Alphas, a girl named Aurelie had some bleeding in her brain from trying to contain an explosion from a powerful bomb. A noble effort, but she it didn't work out too well for her. Christian looked like he'd been through hell, a serious attack from a mutant named Sabretooth nearly had him knocking on heaven's pearly gates. The Alphas had gotten their asses kicked, hell Bella even took a bullet. Everyone had gone through hell.
Though now, with a two week deadline for mutants to register under the MRA, he'd now realized that things were about to get worse. At one point, he was in the kitchen, and someone had left on NPR. They'd left the room, and he just simply left it on. Someone had been talking on the radio against the act, a professor of law by the name of Adrian Matthews. He'd heard that name before, a man down in DC had helped facilitate Roland acquiring a proper ID and birth certificate. He'd given him the proper credentials to live out a normal life. And to hear him over the radio, it moved him.
He'd never said thank you to him. Now, he had to figure out how to repay him.
Though he wasn't thinking about all that. He was thinking of what the hell was happening around him. The environment was a dense temperate forest, weather was spring time, 75 degrees roughly. His armor was up and he was tense. A crackle of twigs to his left had him darting quickly. The Danger Room was quite an impressive piece of technology, able to make an environment that affected not just sight and sound, but all five senses. Hell it smelled like a forest right now. And now he would know how the sense of touch was, when he felt nearly 300 pounds of force hit him from the right. Sabretooth, or at least the holographic program of him, had him down on the ground. Following the brief, and learning of the different members of the Brotherhood he immediately went to work on learning about them. With the amount of time he had on his hands, it was a wonderful time. Now he was beginning part of his training measures. First, Sabretooth.
A growl erupted from his opponent's throat as he raised his clawed hand up. Roland quickly landed a right jab to his cheek, followed by rolling so now he was on top. He was countered before he could even throw in another hit by a hard hit to the chest. It sent him reeling back, nearly knocking the wind out of him. Before could react, the simulation shut down.
"Hey what's the deal?" he called out to the Danger Room.
A speaker called back, the voice cool and robotic, "Probability of surviving more than two minutes following your actions was at 2.5%."
"Well alright then, downer." he replied, leaving through the open door. His armor slithered back into his body. He took a quick shower and threw a tank top on over dark washed jeans. Prom fever was in the air, and the younger girls were going ape s**t over dates. Hell he'd been asked once or twice. He'd politely declined, the idea of him wearing a tux and tie did not suit him at all. Roaming the halls, he noticed that it was unusually quiet in here. It was further exacerbated by seeing Leonardo slink back into his room. Holding a small bowl with a cut up apple and some maple sugar, he carefully walked over to the door and knocked simply. He had a couple of questions to ask, something had come up before the incident and Leo didn't seem to like being found right now.
"Hey, just checking up on you. How are you doing?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 6:35 pm
R@√℮ +~+ Ѻмεgα- I'm starting to wish we had been too late to save that guy Leion had managed to break his left arm to help Maddy during their encounter with the Brotherhood and Magneto, but thanks to mutants like Elixir he was back in good shape in no time at all. The only side effect seemed to be that whenever he heard the name Senator Kelly or even heard the man's voice, his arm ached. He really couldn't believe some of he words that came out of that guy's mouth, did he not see what the X-men went through to save his lousy, mutant-hating head? He couldn't even fathom how the mind of that man worked and so much as thinking about it hurt his head. Following the announcement of the new registration law, Leion wasn't too worried fr himself, it was some of his fellow mutants that couldn't easily pass as human that he was worried for. As long as he kept his focus he could make his eyes a normal color and easily get by unnoticed, plus while in uniform he wore large goggles that obscured his face so he didn't have to worry about that, worse things were happening at the school anyways. Prom. That abhorrent night, he could remember the last one, him wallflowering about in blue and purple clothing, watching Mason and several other Hellions fight it out and get in trouble. Infact most of the people he had met back then hadn't been around for awhile, many students request not to be on action teams because they can't deal with the stress or the lifestyle, Leion on the other hand couldn't think of anything he could or would do if he wasn't going to continue being a X-man, he had already decided that he was going to stay with the teams and not go to college. He still had to pass his high school courses of course otherwise he would have to repeat them and that would be no fun. Well at least most of the girls steered clear of asking him, who'd have thought that mutant chicks would be put off by bisexuals, you figure a mutant would be more open-minded. But it left him plenty of free time to head into the danger room and program in distressing situations for him to practice his levitating laser objects. Maybe if he practiced enough he could go faster and higher, but that could probably take a while. He sat in the Danger Room and started up a simulation of a Brotherhood attack on the mansion and just made a disc and started hovering a safe distance from the ground, he found it difficult to focus hearing screams that sounded like old teammates as the Brotherhood tore apart the mansion. His disc was flickering rapidly and could give out at any moment if he were to be further distracted. Leion + James ~ Evans
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 1:24 am
 Name: Jacen Reilly [Kraken]
Team: Omega
Location: Academy, Dorm to Lounge
Thoughts: They See me Creepin. Jacen’s head lowered, a sort of depressed frustration evident on his features. He looked back up at the computer screen to the pixelated faces of his parents, which were obliviously smiling to him. He could barely make out the inside of the darkened hut they were in, but still could easily recognize it as his old home. “I don’t think you understand Mom…” He said, massaging his temples in frustration. His mother’s voice came out of the speakers from half a world away, completely unsynchronized with the movements her mouth was making. “Sure I do, sweetie. I’m just saying you come back here until this little thing… blows over.” Jacen paused for a second, allowing the idea of going back to the island he loved circulate his brain… Before abruptly flushing it down the drain. “You know I can’t leave.” ’Won’t leave,’ he thought to himself in correction. “And that’s what I’m saying, this isn’t a little thing. Apparently Laws last a long time here.” “Hm, well if you’re so sure it’ll stay a law then you’ll just have to tough it out.” Jacen sighed, realizing how obvious it was that his parents didn’t know much about the Human-Mutant Relations nightmare going on. Even despite his mother’s ties with Moira. 'And I'm supposed to be the naive one...'“I think what your mother is saying is that it will all work itself out in the end…” /// Not Much Later…He’d gone to prom within almost the first 2 weeks that he’d arrived at the Academy. It’d been fun, he’d gone with a fellow Hellion, and there had been an interesting fight over a chandelier between two other Hellions. Back then it had been an interesting experience in American Culture. Though now it just seemed… Unnecessary. It certainly wasn’t something he was vehemently opposed to. He’d certainly go in a chaperone capacity, let the kiddies have fun before they get herded into internment camps. ’...That was dark…’ Jacen frowned, blinking and shaking his head to clear his mind of such thoughts. He stood up stretching his arms down towards the ground from his position on the ceiling in his room, yawning before he dropped to the ground, flipping in order to land on his feet. He loved some good nostalgia as much as the next guy, but there had to be something better going on around here. His customary slide down the banister led him into the student lounge. If he snuck up on Orchid, it wasn’t entirely his fault. He moved silently on instinct regardless of where he was, so if it seemed Jacen had simply burst into existence over her shoulder it wasn't necessarily his intent; “I didn’t know you were an artist.” He said, finally making his presence audible.
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