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 Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 7:17 am
✖ ▐ THWARTED GIFT xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
CHAPTER: XXV -25- xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ✖ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxx xxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▄▄▄▄▄▄ ✖ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ N e w C h a r a c t e r s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ Some new characters may 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 have been 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 could 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 Institute--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. Due to the recent emergency move to Alkali Lake college courses will be on hold until further notice.
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 if they do not wish to. They would retain their position on the team they were assigned unless told otherwise.
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Technically there is no difference between each team in the school; however, the Alphas reputation is that they are traditionally the "good guys" who believe in Xavier's ideals. The Omegas are traditionally thought of as the 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.
Narcissa Stone and Bella Stone are no longer on base, for their own reasons. Lachlan has been made interim team lead for the Alphas, and Blake is the same for the Omegas.
xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P r e v i o u s S t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Story Arc [24] - SCORCHED EARTH Most of the students had felt stir crazy living in an underground facility. Though spacious and full of amenities, they still essentially lived in a cage, far from civilization or even the light of the sun. No longer was it safe for the student teams to even venture out for rescue missions, and in an effort to keep them safe from the hatred of the outside world, the x-men had no choice but to hide.
Until the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. hacked their security system and asked for their help. Political demonstrations against mutants had gone awry; the machines meant to "protect" humanity from mutant kind had completely deviated from their programming. No longer did the robots hunt those with super human abilities; they hunted humans and mutants alike.
Incensed that the government had allowed a second round of sentinels, Cyclops made a deal. In exchange for the X-men's help, the mutant registration act, all of the files compiled on mutants would be destroyed.
And thus, the student teams went to war.
xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ C u r r e n t S t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ Though their execution was rocky, the war against the sentinels was won. Bolivar Trask, the man behind the program ultimately saw some good in the mutants - for they had chosen to rescue him when he had relentlessly, maliciously even, hunted them and rallied for the extinction of their race.
With the compound destroyed, SHIELD kept to their word - the mutant registration act was removed entirely from Congress' docket, and the files that were compiled on mutants foolish enough to register were handed over, with all copies on hand destroyed.
The spy organization did one more thing, an unexpected favor in hopes of encouraging good will between the two groups; they rebuilt the mansion on Greymalkin Lane that the first round of sentinels had destroyed. While the X-men accepted the gesture, Scott doubted that they would stay at peace with each other for long. SHIELD always had an agenda and whether or not it aligned with their own was something of staunch debate.
The students are settling back into their home. Though the mutant registration act is no more, the X-men know that hostility between mutants and humans did not disappear simply because of actions in legislation. No, that remains an open wound that is not likely to heal. If they choose to venture into the city, they are encouraged to blend in. And as always, be ever vigilant. **THIS IS ABOUT ONE MONTH AFTER TRASK SACRIFICED HIMSELF. IF YOU ARE CONFUSED, PLEASE SPEAK WITH A MODERATOR
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2018 4:50 pm
Somewhere in Canada
Even with all the turbulence from the mountains and arctic winds, Gareth had expected little trouble for their flight. High above the clouds, the jet soared through the air smoothly. He’d nearly fallen asleep when something blipped on his radar. Sitting up with a start, he watched as the dot got bigger, closer, his partner for the flight leaned closer as well, as if entranced by the rhythmic beating. “Watson, what do you think that is?” Unable to peel his eyes away, he didn’t realize until too late that they were going to hit the towering…something in the air. Veering the plane to the left, the tip of the wing separated from the plane upon the collision. Oddly, the structure seemed to take no damage. What was that thing?
“May day!” He started explaining so that the black box would tell their story if no one survived. “Unknown object in our trajectory, course altered too late to prevent contact.” He got no further before the flight attendant burst in, her eyes so wide that the whites of her eyes appeared bigger than her pupils. “Right wing damaged, altitude loss of 100 feet per second. Cabin pressure still stable.” The plane wavered, and the screams from the passengers garnered a grimace from him. Had he been paying attention… glancing over to his co-pilot, he shook his head.
“Wheels down. Let’s hope there’s enough space clear…” Watson pointed one way, his mouth pulling back enough to bear his teeth, and hissed. “It’ll be close.” Not to mention the clearing wasn’t wide enough for much of the aircraft to make it.
No, they and their passengers would be at the mercy of the arctic weather and the luck of a rescue party.
“Let’s do it.”
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Watson hadn’t been wrong… both of the wings were sundered from trees on either side, but thankfully, miraculously even… there were no casualties. Minor bumps and bruises.
The pilot dusted off his pants after unbuckling his seatbelt and squinted in the distance, still intrigued by the mysterious tower piercing the sky. “Should we head that way?” Watson peered about the wreckage and shrugged. No doubt they’d be fired after this anyway. “Well, they are certainly more likely to find that monstrosity than a random site in the permafrost.” One of them only need to take the black box; it would ping their location.
They could count their blessings that it was such a small flight - fifteen people or so, and all seemed drawn to the pillar reaching the heavens… While they trekked, everyone had their own ideas as to what lay ahead of them… but when they finally got there, none of them could have guessed the reality. Despite being so close to the north pole, it felt like spring. Grass, wildflowers, a pleasant breeze all surrounded the vicinity around the tower. "Remarkable!"
At the base of the towering object lay what looked to be a cave, only it seemed to beckon them. Raising an eyebrow, he shrugged at the others who had followed in toe. "May as well." The pilot said, fearlessly if not careless in his steps down the dark corridor. The trek down the circular ramp felt longer than the one that had taken them from the wreckage, as though they were on their way to the earth's core. When they finally reached the bottom, a fountain of fire crackled with a glowing blue light.
The flames danced mischievously, and they seemed to thrum with a song that desired them closer…. Gareth waved his hand above it and frowned. They gave no heat. Lowering his hand, he gasped as he realized, it felt… wet Further he let his hand delve into the flame-water, and when he was finally able to stagger back, he felt… truly alive for the first time in his thirty-five years.
“Strange.” He said, a glorious laugh following the declaration. “I feel as though I could…” Already he was floating in the air, defying gravity. “Fly!” His eyes widened in surprise, and pure, unadultered glee took hold of his expression. "I don't know what it is, but this stuff is amazing!" He said, motioning for the rest of the survivors to take a dip.
If they could all fly out of here, they wouldn't need to wait for a rescue team.
"Oh my! Dorothy, another one of the passengers exclaimed in an accent honeyed over from a lifetime in Georgia. By the look of her paint-stained hands, one might have guessed her to be an artist. The stack of canvases in her carryon would have given it away as well, if anyone cared to sneak a peek. Without a second's thought, she too plunged into the fire. When she emerged, she did not fly lift to the air like Gareth. Disappointed, the wrinkles set around her mouth deepened, and she sighed.
"I guess it's too much to ask that an old lady like me get any more gifts than I already possess." She lamented, pulling out her sketchpad then so that she might at least catch the flame's beauty in a drawing. As soon as her fingers leafed through the pages she opened it up to a wild hare in a tophat, meaning to find a blank space.
Instead, the hare leapt off the page and bowed to her. Dorothy stared in bewilderment. She created that! Brought it to life! Thumbing through the pad, she continued to bring her sketches to reality, much to the amazement of the other survivors who hadn't already gotten in line to be next.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2018 2:35 pm
The trickster god’s smile curled wickedly as he watched the people of Midgard gather about his gift from afar; it was one they couldn’t refuse. No doubt Those Who Sit Above in Shadow would deem him worthy of a favor after this, and then he might finally get back at his cur of a brother. All he had to do now, was wait for the humans to take up the hero’s mantle with their new abilities, and save their planet from themselves. Being a good guy was easy.
In a place separate both far and close to his own world, Loki sauntered up the path that would lead him to the gods of the gods, his step jaunty as he entered their abode. “Hast thou seen the fruits of my gift to the people of Midgard?” He stood tall before them, his chest puffed with pride. “My task is complete, and now the time has come for thou to honor our bargain.”
One of the dark figures huffed in what Loki deemed amusement. “Not so.” The voice said, filling the room with an eternity of sound. “The bargain struck was that thou would prove thyself worthy of our favour, not just simply to do a good deed for Midgard. One part of this is done, the other is harder, as thou art learning.”
Loki’s jaw clenched in anger as he stared up at the gods as another continued. “Thy favor is one of precious value, we will not grant it lightly.”
He fought the urge to flex his fist, to raise a power against them. Though a part of him knew that such an act would not allow for his survival. “It has never been in my nature to ask for anything. I once might have chafed at your treatment; I might have schemed, raged and even threatened thy existence. But no longer am I that god.” He countered, bidding himself to be patient.
After a moment, he sighed to conceal his growing aggravation. “Very well.” He said, steeling his determination to the task. “I shall do what my cloddish brother has not. I shall create peace everlasting on Midgard. And by this, I shall gain your favor.” Turning on his heel, he strode out of their darkness with such a pace that his cape ruffled behind him in the air, his head high, almost snooty.
He would prove to them that he changed. And that he deserved this one favor.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2018 4:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2018 6:03 pm
 [ ʈ | ɦ | ҿ ➸ S | i | z | e | - | S | h | i | f | t | i | n | g ]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOmega - Sentinel Base, Lounge
Trailing the frail girl about the corridors made him worry whether or not she’d be strong enough to get back to the jet. And while he agreed with Daylia that it would have been better to take her directly to safety, her determination to help others like her softened his opinion. Offering to carry her, he held up a hand to stave off any arguments that Luci might have had. “Elixir repaired them eventually.” He said with a shrug.
Luci still seemed hesitant, and Aren grinned at her description. “If you ever get to meet our team lead, she would tell you I already have those afflictions anyway.” He joked.
Daylia disappeared through the door that needed a passcode, and when she returned, she pulled Luci inside with her to help calm down the patients inside. Instead of doing much of anything, the size shifter stood outside, swinging his arms in the air as he waited for them to round up the next bout of captives, who started appearing from behind the wall in twos not long after.
Seven victims later, both of the girls he was working with re-emerged and he nodded at Daylia’s suggestion. For now, it’d be better to simply get through the building, so long as they kept their eyes peeled for any personnel or robots that might offer them trouble. “Just keep them behind me.” He said, growing enough that his body could shield the majority of the group from any fire they encountered.
Starting down the hallway, the native heard someone scream from a few hallways away. Tilting his head, he tried to listen to what was being said. All he could make out was “duck?” Like quack? Realizing that this was no water fowl, he pushed himself to grow even more, and made a table over the group. “Get down!” His larger-than-life voice boomed as the ceiling above them started crumbling. Clenching his jaw as the stones and debris pelted into his back, he waited a few more moments to see if there would be a second round.
Standing, he shrank only to the point that he didn’t need to bend his neck, he glanced at the girls. “I heard voices over that way… likely the Alphas... and given the damage just done to this hall… I think we should check to make sure everyone is okay.” He said, punching the wall nearest the source of what had sounded like an explosion. What he found behind it after the rubble’s dust dissipated caused his mouth to form a silent “oh.” His guess had been correct; the Alphas were behind wall number one, and looked like they’d been put through a meat grinder.
Shrugging at Daylia, he sighed. “Well, this definitely isn’t one by one either.” He said, knowing they couldn’t very well leave the Alphas passed out in the compound. Bending down to pick Gabe up, he checked for any signs of a broken back or neck before moving him. “At least their jet is probably closer.” He offered to Luci and D. And with a couple of the Alphas up and moving still, they’d be able to help provide cover to the victims.
The facility lights dimmed, and an automated voice called throughout the halls "ALERT ALL PERSONNEL, EVACUATE THE FACILITY. I REPEAT, ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE THE FACILITY, AND PROCEED TO THE DESIGNATED SAFETY DISTANCE, THE FACILITY'S SELF DESTRUCT SEQUENCE INITIATED.”
Aren scowled at the intercoms above them. Why in the hell were they so loud? “I suppose that complicates things.” Trying to tap his chin with Gabe still held, he threw the man over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes when he realized he couldn’t reach. Standing there in a philosophical pose, the native drew a mental map of the facility from what they’d seen, trying to pinpoint where the jet would be from here. When he decided, he pointed to D. “I think we’re going to need to get through these walls, and quickly. Maybe it’s a good thing we didn’t take Paladin’s victims with him.” He said, doing his best to instill confidence in the human chameleon.
“Yo, Texas!” His chocolate eyes focused on the gravity manipulator. “Any chance you can help lift these guys and follow D’s instructions as to when to send them toward the wall until Rectify and I can smash through them?”
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Though he had been here for six months before making it to the ranks on the Omegas, the mansion didn’t quite feel the same now. Yes, board by board, the windows, the paint, everything appeared exactly as it had really. But, without Narcissa on campus, without her parading around in heels that reminded him of a human torture device, he wasn’t sure he would ever feel the same way about what the academy had to offer.
A week after Trask shut down his own program, Narcissa decided that their entanglement had to end. Initially, he laughed it off; it was what she said every time they found themselves alone. But when Jean stepped in the room behind her, he knew this time, the sun goddess actually meant it. The certainty that thrummed between their connection bade him not to fight the decision, and for her comfort, he unhappily agreed to lose half of himself. I was never one for ties anyway. He thought, absently reaching for the tether that no longer bound them, though he found nothing there. Nor would he ever again.
Citing her company as her reason to depart, Aren suspected that it was only that - an excuse. And the decision to end it, to cut her ties quite literally… He guessed that she chose to leave so that she could swallow that alone. Despite their natures, what they had tried to shield from everyone else had been real. Whether the link had manifested because of it, or their feelings had come about because of it, he would likely never know. Now he felt nothing.
In a way, it relieved him. At times he’d believed that their shared bond would consume him. In another, regardless of what had happened on the reservation, his best friend had disappeared. While she promised to be back, she’d not given an indication of when, and that concerned him. Though, he suspected that, when Jean had separated them metaphysically… the absence of that driving need was the reason she’d fled. To sort out if any of it meant anything after all.
Vowing to let her decide on her own, Aren had tossed his hands up in defeat. There was never any reasoning with the diamond heiress anyway. He would be here once she sorted it all out.
In the two weeks since she’d left, the x-men had started moving back to the mansion, restoring their old stomping grounds, and as usual, the native had found himself in the lounge, with a sandwich spread of the gods spread out before him on the coffee table. And judging the stacks of layers for his sandwich, he was vying for a coveted position in the Guiness Book of World Records.
An entire loaf of bread, four hamburger patties, countless slices of ham, turkey and chicken, a pack of cheese slices, barbeque sauce, tomato, a few pickles…. And of course, surrounded by a platter of Doritos, Aren grinned up at his masterpiece. “I think this could give Shaggy and Scooby a run for their money.” He said to no one in particular as he took a knife down the center.
“Anyone want to try a bite?”
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2018 5:21 pm
 It was hard enough to control her urge to take revenge on the doctor, but the feeling passed the further away they got from the lab. There were a good number of victims like herself with them when absolute pandemonium erupted. The building was trembling and everything was happening so fast it practically left her head spinning.
Aren’s voice boomed over them and she did as she was told, trying her best to protect those around her while trying not to touch them, though she kept her gloves from the lab. She looked at Aren and nodded. She wasn’t sure what he had meant by Alphas, but she went along with them anyway.
Just as they had been assessing the situation that they had stumbled upon, a voice boomed across the facility from the intercom system in the building. They had to move now if they wanted to get out in one piece. She listened to Aren, trying and doing her best to help the others when they had reached them. It seemed like there was more to the facility than what she had originally understood. There was a nervous feeling in her stomach as she worked to help.
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Adjusting wasn’t easy. The time she had spent with doctors to understand her abilities was different from what she had gone through, but it still made her nervous. That didn’t include the damage psychologically that had been done to her. She had nightmares almost every single night, and whatever nights she did manage to have weren’t filled with sweet dreams, instead, they were filled with black nothingness, just like her cell.
Despite all of it though, it seemed that the X-Men were willing to put up with her for the time being while she had recovered. This was of course after she explained to the higher-ups that she had no place to go back to. She was practically an orphan. So, in the time between, she tried to learn as much as she could about what happened in the real world during her imprisonment.
Taking a break from reading up on world events, she decided to make her way down to the kitchen to make herself something to eat. The people here understood the nature of her abilities and were kind enough to give her special gloves that would keep her poisons from leaking through. Still, Luci tried to pick times that were less busy and would hold less traffic in the kitchen.
She had just finished chopping vegetables and placed them in a pan to make stir fry when a voice behind her caught her attention. She turned, green eyes bright and wide and alert when they caught blue ones that were gentle and kind. She had seen this man around before but hadn't gotten well acquainted with very many members.
Still, she smiled at him. “Thank you.” She nodded when he introduced himself and confirmed who she was, “You can call me Luci. It’s way less of a mouthful.” She smiled a bit before turning to toss the food in the pan so it wouldn’t burn. She listened to him over her shoulder. He was offering her a place on the same team that Aren and Daylia were on. She paused before facing him completely.
“Are you sure that is a good idea? My powers aren’t exactly team friendly...” Her eyes searched his for any indication of what he thought, there was no secret of what she could do. She had to make sure that he wasn’t messing with her, honestly she was expecting Emma to ask her to leave since at the moment she was just another mouth to feed. She never thought she would be thought of being part of a team, she didn't think she was viable.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2018 1:37 pm
  XX【 】 Name: Alexander "Lex" Magnus XX【 】 Codename: Wraith XX【 】 Team Affiliation: Alpha XX【 】 Location: Infirmary Wing XX【 】 With: N/A XX【 】 Actions: sat in infirmary wing, waiting Wraith was hunched down, ready to try and pull his own weight in the corridor. A place now sopping wet from Tsunami’s aid. The umbralkinetic had heard various voices, but did not realize they intended on staying. Siege had specifically said don’t come for us. Therefore, even the hydrokinetic mutant was a welcome surprise. To that end, Wraith tried to be jovial and said something about please being more people to help. His comment was quickly met with not one but two separate comments from down the hall. Evidently he stepped in it again. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he was ready to bite back. How was he to know they were there, when none were in his field of vision‽ Still, he stayed quiet. This was not the time. Besides, every time he tried to talk, it pissed off somebody. He was in no mood to explain himself- again. He was rapidly becoming tired of begging for acceptance when he just wanted to help the team. Well, that wasn’t entirely it. Wraith knew he could still be of value even if he wasn’t strong enough to be a leader or hero. So he concentrated on the hallway away from the commotion. A wash was not going to keep the smaller sentinels down for long. Behind him, he heard others take down a smaller unit. A minor victory, but a welcome one. It wasn’t completely disabled, but it would be soon. Even these healing robots could be overwhelmed. AS such, he heard with a vindictive smile the power-down of analyzing and modifying. Focusing his attention forward, he barely heard the comment of a self-destruct. It was just enough to make him pause. A moment later, A scream of warning. Wraith didn’t have time to think. He instinctively pulled up a shield of shadows, but the explosion was too much for the shield set to contain it. His shadow shield was too weak from power overuse. It shattered as well.
The two shields did just enough to keep the shards coming at him from being lethal. However, the shock of his shield being broken by such force was like slamming into a wall himself. He was stunned for a moment- just long enough. 18, perhaps 24 shards pierced his body all across him. None went more than a half-inch deep, but that is deep enough to cause problems. One part of him was slashed by ricocheting debris that didn’t have that much skin. His eyes were slashed. His left eye was destroyed, the shrapnel lodged in his right eye. The pain, shock, and all that he had been through finally became too much and he passed out. He missed everything after that. The call to regroup. The retreat. The explosions. The flight home. When he finally regained consciousness, he was in an infirmary ward with a bandage over his eyes. Gods, they hurt! His moans attracted the attention of a caretaker he didn’t recognize. Gentle urges to lay down and relax were quickly followed by explanations of what happened. It was over. Many of the people sent out were wounded to various degrees. Evidently, the Omegas were heavy on casualties, and the Alphas had a lot of light wounds. No fatalities were mentioned, so either they were minimizing the severity of the situation, or everybody got to come home. The X-men medic known as Elixir was doing all he could, but with so many severe injuries, he was overtaxed. Much of Wraith’s wounds were allowed to heal as a stopgap measure. He was out of danger, but his eyes were going to take a while that Elixir didn’t have right now.
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Weeks later, Wraith was still making frequent visits to the infirmary to follow his healing process. He hurt but was mobile. Most of the scars were healing nicely. It was far less trouble to convert scar tissue into skin than it was to completely mend a wound from scratch. As such, Elixir was glad to let him heal up most of the way on his own. Wraith’s eyes were still a complicated procedure, but they had come to an agreement. His right eye was punctured, but repairable. Elixir restored the right eye without too much trouble. The left would just have to wait. This interim level of healing meant that Wraith was no longer blind or confined to the infirmary wing. That allowed the wing to be just a little less populated. All he had to do was visit every few days for Elixir and others to monitor his process. Down on himself, Wraith had agreed to anything that would lessen the load on the healers. He had acquired a patch that glued onto his skin to cover the eye socket. The damaged eye was like a popped grape, and of no real use, so it was removed to prevent infection. Wraith regularly touched the patch and mumbled to himself the same phrase he used in battle. “Vae Victus.” Just as he had intended . . . it was both a battle cry and a warning to himself.
As things settled down, it appeared that the mansion was rebuilt, and most had moved back to more amicable grounds. This included the injured. Sunlight was often known to help, as was fresh air. The walls were identical to what was lost so long ago, but it seemed less homey to Wraith. A façade of fresh paint and pretty trim. It, like Wraith, was not what it tried to be. The difference was that the mutant was bitter and crushed at his own inability to live up to his goals. He wore a soft smile, and tried to be friendly . . . but his confidence was shattered after the battle. Lacking the gumption to make contacts, he hadn't reached out much in the three weeks since the battle. Some seemed to want to remind him of how poorly he acted in the last battle. How his choices had consequences. Wraith leveled a single eye at them in a deathly glare and only had to say “I know” before most of them would back down. It was hard to ignore a missing eye and random scars on the body. He had been through the wringer for his actions, and reminders were not necessary.
And thus, this was what he was living in. Recovery mode. Beaten, bitter, wounded, and waiting. He sat in the infirmary wing, waiting for when a healer would have a spare moment for a check-in. Wraith had no new complaints to report and just wanted to go back to his studies. He had begun to read up on gun maintenance and operation. Before, he had hoped to be a monster and specialize in melee combat using his powers. Now? He recognized the need to diversify his skills. He had his proverbial sights set on sniper rifles. Perhaps if he wasn’t a front-line person, he needed to take the opposite approach. Using his skills to hide and wait to be out there somewhere picking off enemies. Until then, he would just sit and wait for somebody to come and deal with him as part of their normal day.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2018 11:00 am
“You’re about as boring as the stick in the mud you try to be around everyone else that ain’t me.” She shot back at him. The night in Nashville was an absolute blast. Filled with drunken brawls and laughs and a few scrapes and bruises. She wouldn’t mind doing another run on the town once they were finished here. As long as they made it out in good enough shape to sneak off base again.
Their attention went from Roland announcing hostages to Blake’s personal concerns about the Alphas.She was quick to fire on the topic and shut down the distraction. She couldn’t have him going off and worrying about something like that right now. They had their own things to worry about. While she didn’t give two shits less about what happened to at least one particular member of the Alphas, there were a few friends on that team that she might start to worry about if she didn’t have to think about putting her own hide first.
There was a bitter look on Blake’s face, but she knew that he understood what she was saying and appreciated it on a best friend level. He wasn’t gonna get an attitude with her right now. Felix went ahead to check on Roland while they kept working on their own goal. The entire success of this mission was each team doing what they were supposed to do. Any kind of half-a** attempt was going to end in failure, and failure in this situation usually meant that a lot of people would die.
There was a rumble that seemed to shake the entire foundation of the building. It was far off, but she could feel the aftershocks in her feet. Her eyes went down, almost following the invisible tremors back to their origin. She looked to Blake when he asked if it was her own doing and when Alice shook her head, that’s when the announcement came through the intercom.
She didn’t have to think twice and the moment Blake ordered for them to move, she was right on his tail. This was going to be a hell of a ride. But, they were gonna make it out alive if it was the last thing she did.
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There were a lot of changes happening after what became of their last mission. Trask sacrificed himself and his pride and his program to protect the rest of the world. Humans and mutants alike. It gave her a moment to think about it all. To think about what happened to her, and maybe see a sliver of good in the human race. Luckily, the thought was easily to distract her from with them returning to the rebuilt mansion.
Since coming back home, Alice felt a little more at ease. She was back in her own element. She wasn’t nearly as guarded as before, at least, for now. She still worried that any day there would be an attack that would level the rebuilt mansion and leave them all orphans once again. However, finding everything being shiny and new was exciting. She managed to get her room back in the same place it was before the mansion had been leveled.
She had just finished a very needed, very hot shower. Even after the mission, she found her shoulders and arms were a little on the sore side, but she was too proud to go to the infirmary. At least not right now, maybe she would in a week or so. Until then, warm showers and Tylenol did the job. Besides, the healers had more important people to worry about between those that were rescued and decided to stay and the members of both teams that had been injured.
She walked through the house in a loose t-shirt and leggings, her wet hair falling over her shoulder on the one side. She had just finished shaving down the side of her head so the hair was short and spiky. She entered the common room and was greeted by the smell of food. She saw the coffee table and the assortment that had been scattered across it.
“Eating for two?” she grinned, looking at the Native that had clearly been the cause of the mess. She had been so caught up in dealing with Blake and his broken heart that she hadn’t taken the time to spend it with the rest of her team. Aren was a good guy. She had heard about what had happened during the mission and what he had done to help. It was awesome, really, so Alice figured it was as good of a time as any to give the dude kudos.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2018 11:58 am
 Tᴇᴀᴍ Aʟᴘʜᴀ :: Fᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ In Pain/Calm/Concerned :: Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Mission Site--Courtyard--Infirmary ::Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ Alpha team//Roland on a plasma zipline/Alex(Wraith) :: Wᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ This :: Iɴ Hᴇʀ Hᴇᴀᴅ stop stop stop stop…s**t giant robot! ::A rush of adrenaline coursed through Collin’s body and the plasma from her shield began to shiver and shake like her own body had begun doing. Finn was finally responding to her which made some of her nerves feel at ease. She temporarily lowered the shield and reformed it back into a hoop shape that she then flung out into the field, striking a drone and spinning back into the air once it bounced off the metal carcass. Collin caught it and held the plasma like a basketball, waiting to discern what she should use it for next.
Her thoughts were brought to a screeching halt as the ground began to shake and a huge Sentinel, one of the first actual ones Collin has ever seen up close, blocked their way from the others that had made it into the facility. She fell back, the plasma bursting from her hands, ’Th…tha…that thing…!’ She was more at a loss for words than she usually was, even in her own mind. Her hands couldn’t stop shaking, but Finn’s voice broke her trance when he requested some assistance. She struggled with the knot in her throat until a raspy breath was released. She turned on her music, something classical to calm her down, but her fingers shook as the plasma sleeked out of her hands. Even just to give Finn some cover she couldn’t find any other way she could help against this monstrous machine. The plasma wobbled in the air like jello, she took some sharp breaths to ease her inner tension- then she heard a voice, a really loud voice. Her arms shook violently, and plasma secreted in greater volume than she had ever done before- it hurt! She collapsed to her knees and cringed trying to wrangle it all in, Siren had used her sonic scream to propel herself, a smart move, but Collin should’ve been smarter about it and put her noise cancelling headphones on when this whole mission started. The plasma felt all consuming, the reverberating energy it was made from, there was so much of it she could feel it, , ‘Ah dammit stop it! STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT-!’ She tried commanding it, but it was like a short circuit. She gritted her teeth and finally stamped her hands against the ground, causing the plasma to still and straighten. Collin struggled to control her breathing, it felt like she just binged five red bulls and spun around on her head right after...
Sirens began to blare, the plasma resuming its vibrations and Collin scowling, ‘What now?!’ Self-destruct? The voice over the comm-link confirmed that they needed to get the hell out of there. Collin pulled herself up, her forearms still coated in the plasma, and with as much strength as she could muster she brought the plasma up and around the Sentinel’s feet and it rose til a wall formed. It wasn’t as high as she wanted, but it was enough to keep it from getting through for a bit. She started to back away and run with the others escaping, but she noticed Alex alarmed by Roland, one of the Omegas, injured on the field. She looked around til she saw a lump on the ground that had to be him. She still didn’t know any of them well enough, but if it kept him from exploding or dying then they could just introduce themselves later. She ran with her hands up to keep the plasma shield going. Her foot caught countless times on scrap metal and holes in the dirt leading up to the man passed out on the ground. She knelt down and brought one arm down to shake him, she could feeling him breathing despite…all the blood…she gulped and inhaled deeply trying not to have her stomach turn. A small slice of the plasma pulled out and surrounded her hand and she started to entwine it around his wound, then him…like a rope. She attached the other end to the plasma wall and like a zipline she shoved him and the plasma did the rest of sending him down the way with her in tow.
Probably not the best way to have a injured person travel but…everything was about to go boom…
XxxThree Weeks LaterxxX
The air smelled like freshly cut grass, that sharp smell that tickled your nose- it was amazing. Only a few weeks passed since the deal with the giant death robots and Collin was already basking in the air of the new mansion. It was a huge surprise after such a mission, scenes of the events still flashed in her mind when it started to wander off, but the skateboards’ wheels clacking against the concrete walkway drowned them out. She leapt over a ridge in the walkway and let the board spin til she landed back and glided towards the statue in the center of the courtyard. She never knew how exhilarating it could be to bask in the outside again, no more secret bunker, hiding underground, no more super close spaces. Once the X-Men were moved back into the new mansion Collin couldn’t wait to even unpack her things, leaving most of it hanging out of the boxes or on the bed like it had been rummaged through like a raccoon.
She pressed her foot against the ground to stop and kicked the board upright to grab it and stick it under her arm. Her stare rolled up the statue of The Phoenix, a powerful mutant and former x-man. She had heard stories here and there about her, but always wondered what she went through, why she received this statue. She always found herself wondering those things whenever she came across something like this. She stepped towards it more and sat on the outer rim. She laid back and looked at the sky, holding the board to her chest. The sky was nice, clear with little clouds. The quiet, however; was starting to get a little too much. She pulled her music player out from her pocket, but while spinning the dial her hand stopped from pressing play and watched as her hand slowly started to shiver. What had happened on that mission, all the plasma her body produced, it hurt. She felt the most fatigued she had ever been after that, having to stay in the infirmary for just that when there were others like that Omega guy still recovering. The music player ended up back in the pocket and she rose up, , ’Maybe…I should go get a check-up…’ she thought to herself as she clenched her fist.
She kept herself off her board and made her way back inside the refurbished mansion towards the infirmary. It was a strong possibility that it was just her, but she wanted to be sure. Maybe she could check on the others there too. She strolled in leaving her skateboard against the wall outside and stepped in, but felt surprised when she spotted Wraith, or Alex really, after already walking in. Even though they were both Alphas they hadn’t talked much, he seemed quiet, but so was she. She quickly waved a hello to him then brought her fingers together with her thumbs up, a sign, ‘How are you?’
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2018 9:53 am
Rectify Alpha-side: Compound Interior - Academy Infirmary  The moment the sentinel began its brief count down sequence, Lachlan’s eyes widened in horror. They were much too close to this thing to be able to afford having it blow up on them. Some were close enough he was even concerned for their survival, so he did what he felt was best when offered a split second to come up with a solution: he was going to huck the thing as far away from the group as the complex allowed. “Jedi,” he ordered with absolute urgency in reference to August’s ability holding the sentinel down, “let go now!”
Normally bossing someone around wasn’t Lachlan’s style, after all, he was exceptionally docile in contrast to what one would likely expect from one with a mutation that made them super strong. It all came down to time, there wasn’t enough of it to sit there and say please and wait nicely while August considered his suggestion. It needed to be done now or the rest of them were going to be hit by a direct explosion.
Just as Lachlan shouted his single demand, the robot began laughing mockingly at them. It was eerie listening to a machine designed to destroy them sounding like it was taking pleasure in doing so. And just as Playboy shouted for the group to get down, the robot was launched by Lachlan toward the four smaller sentinels in one last ditch attempt to minimize as much damage to the group as possible.
A searing, blinding light followed by shrapnel and a blast so forceful it encompassed the entire hallway, the cubicle office that Seige and Wraith had taken cover in engulfed them all. Lachlan had braced for the inevitable explosion in attempts to stand in front of his fellow alphas to serve as a makeshift shield. His forearms, torso and legs absorbed a ridiculous amount of shrapnel as a result.
Cuts and metal adorned the entire front of his form as he shakily rose from where he’d been thrown to the floor and his immediate reaction was to look behind him and assess the damage of his team mates, Aurelie in particular, as she’d already been wounded prior to the blast. Despite the woozy and numb yet searing sensation that assailed his body, he forced himself to begin clearing debris in order to recover his team mates and clear a path for them.
As if things weren’t already bad enough, an automated voice from the facility’s intercom itself sounded: ALERT ALL PERSONNEL, EVACUATE THE FACILITY. I REPEAT, ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE THE FACILITY, AND PROCEED TO THE DESIGNATED SAFETY DISTANCE, THE FACILITY'S SELF DESTRUCT SEQUENCE INITIATED.
Not long after, he heard the voice of Tiny though not before he’d heard the wall to the office beside them having a hole punched into it. “Anyone who isn’t too injured to move, start making your way over to Jedi and Tiny for the time being, sounds like Tiny has a plan in motion.”
Lachlan continued to sift through the rubble, finally managing to recover Aurelie’s unconscious form. He frowned as he inwardly beat himself for not being more careful and not preventing her injuries. Kat wasn’t going to be happy and an unhappy Kat meant life was going to be a lot more difficult for Bella as well.
As gently as his injured form could, he lifted her up off the floor, though not before having to pull a decent number of larger pieces of metal that had been lodged in his flesh. He grimaced with clear discomfort while doing so but despite the pain he was quick about it. His mom had always stressed to pull a bandaid off quicker so as not to prolong the pain. Of course, this situation wasn’t exactly comparable. In addition, he wasn’t sure pulling some of the pieces out was the greatest idea but he didn’t have much of a choice since he wasn’t able to carry Aurelie without being a hazard to her otherwise.
Lachlan, after retrieving Aurelie, looked to Tiny for a moment, the entire front of his body covered in gashes and blood, “Would you be able to take her for a moment while I start clearing the way for those of us who aren’t in proper condition to be phasing through walls?”
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The super strong mutant exited Scott Summer’s office with a decently pale complexion and grim expression in tow. From the way he looked, one would easily be convinced he’d just walked out from identifying a body at a morgue considering he looked like he was about to vomit. The moment the door closed behind him he let out an anxious sigh and the tips of his fingers quickly found their way to his forehead as though he was nursing a headache brought on by outrageously bad news.
From what he’d been told, it seemed that both team leads from the Alphas and Omegas respectively were on leave for differing reasons. With Narcissa and Isabella both absent, temporary leadership had been elected and apparently without the consult of those who had been elected. Scott had told him that until Bella returned that the team would be Lachlan’s responsibility to oversee. And the moment those words left his mouth, Lachlan’s own stomach curled in response. That was the LAST thing he’d wanted to hear today.
As if forcing him into the position wasn’t bad enough, Scott had also tasked him with ‘having a talk’ with a few of the Alphas regarding their reckless conduct on the mission prior. Not only had he been elected to leadership when he had no desire to be there, it seemed that he was expected to get right to the ‘dirty work’ the title revolved around. Oh how honored he felt …
Having to deal with the ‘problem children’ of the Alphas certainly wasn’t how Lachlan had envisioned spending his day but here he was mentally preparing a lecture as he headed toward the infirmary. He’d been made aware that Wraith was consistently checking in on a daily basis as had been instructed by Elixir and that he’d likely be present there for a check up at this very moment.
The walk to the infirmary didn’t last nearly long enough and before he knew it, he’d arrived. One quick glance throughout the place and he was able to locate Wraith with relative ease. It appeared as though he had taken a seat in the waiting room, more likely than not waiting for one of his daily check ups. He was well aware their first exchange hadn’t been overly pleasant but as a teammate, and more importantly, as a temporary stand-in leader, Lachlan had to bury the hatchet. Whether Wraith did, however, was an entirely different story and based on the reason Lachlan was here, he doubted there would even be a hole started.
He took a brief moment to nod and offer a wave to Colin before turning to Wraith. “Hey,” the farmboy greeted the already unimpressed looking shadow user, “first things first: how are you holding up?” He attempted to be as casual as possible, simply looking at Wraith as he would anyone else, taking extra care not to allow his eyes to wander to the patch covering the umbrakinetic’s left eye.
He paused, allowing Wraith his chance to respond before continuing onto what he expected would be the less pleasant portion of their conversation and the second half of why he was here. “I’d like to say there wasn’t a second motive to my visit but unfortunately there is at the behest of Scott since he’s having me stand in for Bella until she returns. Considering it was your first ever mission and it was a high stress scenario, you’re getting off easy this time so consider yourself warned from this point henceforth. In the future it will not be so easy.”
His warning officially issued now meant he could move on to the actual consequences of his team member’s actions, which, in all honesty, were really just a slap on the wrist. “Now, I have to address your conduct in the field: it was reckless and unbecoming of an X-man. Charging off on your own when we were specifically instructed to work as a unit in order to keep one another safe and maximize our chances was not acceptable. You were lucky you weren’t killed trying to play lone wolf hero against machines specifically designed to kill us by adapting to our abilities. I’m certain your intentions were good but you need to think about more than just yourself when you’re a part of a team.”
The antics presented on the field by a few of the alphas had not been all that conducive to teamwork. It was no mystery from watching them on the field that the alphas had no clue how to work as a unit or with much, if any semblance of fluidity. “You’re in recovery mode so it more or less goes without say that you engaging in combat will be at the discretion of Elixir as will partaking in any future danger room sessions. The Alpha core in its entirety seemed to severely lack in teamwork so those of us who haven’t been in recovery mode have been undergoing mandatory danger room simulations. Anyhow, this time around your consequence was mostly given to you by yourself based on your decisions on the field, in the future, however, you will be barred from participating in missions if your misconduct continues. Lastly, you’re expected to apologize to your fellow teammates for your antics on the field. Note that you will be barred from partaking in missions or danger room sessions until your apology has been issued. Any questions?”
Lachlan more or less expected a protest or rebuttal of some sort, not that it was going to change his stance. He had already made his decision and he was dead set on it. The shadow manipulator could protest all he wanted but it would almost certainly fall upon deaf ears.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2018 6:28 pm
XX【 】 Name: Alexander "Lex" Magnus XX【 】 Codename: Wraith XX【 】 Team Affiliation: Alpha XX【 】 Location: Infirmary Wing XX【 】 With: Amp, Rectify XX【 】 Actions: Friendly greetings, then angry retorts Wraith sat there, contemplating things. He had put off anything major in the terms of healing for literal weeks. In truth, he was somewhat used to only having a single eye. It was an adjustment, to be sure. That said, he was still in the early stages of his gun training. He was learning everything he could first. Operation, maintenance, styles, trying to absorb information as if his life depended on it. In a way, it somewhat did. If he had been better with firearms, perhaps he might have been able to be more useful before. Still beating himself up over what could only generously be called a disaster back at the sentinel facility had become his MO. Likely, he would be sitting here for a while, and then either Archangel, Elixir, or some other nurse assistant would come out. They’d poke and prod at some of his scars. All were healing nicely, but that left him with nearly two-dozen lines on his body that had not been there before, including across the bridge of his nose. The slashing metal piece had left quite the mark as well as taking his eyes. He smiled because he had grown accustomed to them. In fact, at one point he used the empty socket as a source for shadows and done something . . . lovecraftian. A rather odd image, but one that would be great for a prank sometime. That is if he didn’t end up regrowing the eye before that opportunity came up. Such was life. Wraith entertained himself with those kinds kind of thoughts when not pushing himself intellectually. The wounds ensured that parkour was not something he could really do. At least for now. Because of that, he hadn’t seen Chi Chi, despite his desire to do so. He could seek her out, but he didn’t really know what to say. The last they interacted, she was highly upset with him. He reached up as he was wont to do these days and touched his eyepatch. Glued to his face with a mild adhesive, it stayed put without a strap around his head. What would she think of him now with proof that he was not the monster he wanted to be?
He was lost in thought when a voice caught his attention. He blinked several times as he looked up to see a lovely girl dressed in an almost sickeningly happy outfit. He smiled warmly as he waved back. “Hello, Amp. You are looking very . . . sunny today. As for me, I’m holding together- all appearances to the contrary.” He was friendly and the comment was descriptive rather than derisive. If anything, it was nice to see somebody that happy upon first blush. Since the battle, Wraith had made it a point to try and be a bit friendlier with people here. They hadn’t really been antagonistic with him. Just his off-putting nature seemed to be preventing him from making friends. He had a sparring match that ended well with Paladin and had become a friend to Siege, but that was about it. He wanted to be closer to Chi Chi . . . but now that was a question mark. Still, no reason not to be kinder to her. She was a survivor of the attack, whereas he was a casualty. That alone made him respect her a bit more. “How are things treating you? I hope you aren’t too bad off. Why come to the infirmary?” He didn’t notice a limp or any reason to complain. Oddly enough, he really did want her to be in good health. Normally he did not care. Perhaps he was just throwing himself into the role of being friendly to his housemates. At the very least, she was kind to him and he was returning the favor. Of course, she was not the only person to visit the infirmary at the moment. Rectify also decided to appear for some reason. Wraith didn’t shy away when the powerful one showed an equally friendly interest.
With a smirk, he rolled his eye and responded to the same question from the new person. “Peachy. Any day now, my new career as a colander will really take off!” It was snarky, but the fact alone that he was talking casually was a good sign. The fact that he joked should also say something about his willingness to reach out and cooperate. Of course, after he said that, Wraith registered something else. ‘First off.’ Rectify was here for more pressing reasons. Sure enough, after the friendly exchange, Wraith was given a dressing down. Most importantly, Wraith read through the lines. At the behest of Scott- Cyclops sent him. Stand-in for Bella- That meant their fearless leader was gone and this guy was given the job. Two strikes against Rectify already. Not in Wraith’s eyes, he saw a victim of circumstance. It was with that filter he listened to the words that his teammate was given no choice but to say. Sure enough, it was a systematic dismissal of nearly every choice Wraith had made out in the field. He narrowed his eye, and turned his face slightly to the right. This put his patch squarely on Rectify in a subtle reminder that nobody knows the outcome of this battle better than Wraith himself. Scarred, beaten, wounded severely, and if not for evacuation efforts likely he would have not survived. Getting off easy? By who’s measure‽ Wraith slowly rose to his feet when he heard that he needed to think more of the team. A scowl on his face, he wanted to scream in defiance. Instead, he stared hard with his one good eye and stayed silent as he listened to it all. Over and over he held back because Rectify was not the cause, only the mouthpiece.
As the edicts came to their conclusions, Wraith was seethingly angry. Rectify said himself that the team was hardly acting as a cohesive unit. They were attending mandatory Danger Room missions to help work on their teamwork . . . something that Wraith was kept out of the loop for. It screamed contradictory to him. The team was working on their ability to be together, and he wasn’t even informed. True, his injuries prevented him from doing anything strenuous, but to be not informed at all‽ His narrowed eye was joined by a furrowed brow making his scowl deeper. In this case, the patch only added to his demeanor of somebody ready to explode in rage. Evidently, if he didn’t shape up, he was going to be removed from the team. Added to that was a required ‘apology.’ That was adding insult to injury. Through it all, he held his tongue. This was not a conversation. He wasn’t invited to rebuke the way things were going as Rectify spouted what he had to. At least until the very end. The invitation was given, and Wraith spoke with ice in his voice. “For you? Not really. These aren’t your words. These are our fearless leader and Cyclops’ words. Since you offer, though: I did what was necessary. We were on a pincer attack- that only works when we actually attack, not cower at the plane. No forward movement was being made. I did what I did to inspire our team to play offense, not defense. As for thinking of the team? Most weren’t. Aside from covering one another, I only saw Siege, Jedi, and Playboy actually make an effort. It wasn’t until we were already in deep that anybody did anything. The point of our strategy was for Omega to draw heavy fire. The longer Alpha sat on our hands and shields, the more opposition we would face. I did the most team-friendly thing possible by following orders and attacking.”
His tone did not improve, but it did soften a bit as he looked down while continuing. “Evidently earning the ire of Alpha and loss of my eyes wasn’t enough for the powers that be. Am I to apologize to the team at large, or just to those that actually were in that corridor with me as I was nearly killed for my choices?” That verbal jab was not meant for Rectify personally. He was the go-between. Never the less, it was a poignant reminder that he had been through hell for what he tried to do. Wraith had no idea if the man before him was up-to-speed on how others beside Siege had generally had more than a few choice comments for his performance out there. Still, the question was valid in his eyes. Did he have to apologize to the half-dozen he interacted with, or prostrate himself before the entire effing student body just to be allowed to risk his life again? His pride had taken a beating. Now he had to humiliate himself. To say his mood was souring would be akin to saying the ocean is damp.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2018 6:54 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2018 1:11 pm
 Location: Recon Team (Facility Interior) - Academy Gym
After unleashing her obviously reckless kinetic explosion, Farren was absolutely tapped. She was barely able to stand and where she had been assisting Rory in walking prior to finding Trask, the tables had turned and it was now Rory helping her to stay upright along with Cam. The three of them were in awful condition but at the very least they were all capable of standing upright in order to limp.
While ideally the blast would have only hit Master Mold, she hadn’t been able to control or contain it enough to prevent friendly fire. An uncontained explosion didn’t discriminate between friend or foe and unfortunately for them, there had been consequences for everyone involved.
The fact she had agreed to absorb that much energy in the first place had been a bad idea but in the heat of the moment, she really hadn’t seen any other options. It was stupid, it was reckless but they were alive, injured but alive. At the end of the day all she could hope was these were non-permanent injuries everyone was capable of recovering from. However, in the meantime her main objective was to make it outside in time in order to not get blown up.
While they were making their way outside, she did hear a distant ‘bang’ that she initially feared had been an early detonation in the self destruct sequence, however, besides the single blast, there had been nothing to follow. A small sigh of relief was issued on her part as they continued onward toward the exit. “That didn’t sound good.”
As much as she would have liked to go investigate and assist, she was in no condition to do so and neither were the two currently helping her stand. She would just have to have faith that whoever, if anyone, was on the other side of the facility where the other blast had occurred, was capable of handling things themself.
Their part done, the trio made their way to the X-jet just in time to take off before the facility lit up like the 4th of July.
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Initially, Farren had been admitted to the infirmary very much against her own will. She would have vigorously fought to simply return to her dorm room but seeing as she hadn’t possessed the actual energy to fight off the verdict, she’d been forced to comply. It wasn’t a completely terrible thing, she supposed, having people make a meal for her and serve it to her all in the same go. The thing that did kill her, however, was being confined to a bed practically all day. She couldn’t even begin to describe how much the bed sentence wore on a soul as restless as hers.
Luckily for Farren, she was only kept for a day or so since she wasn't even close to being one of the worst cases they currently had. She'd found out even during her short stay in the infirmary that the explosion that had followed the one she made had been on the Alpha side of the complex and it had involved multiple people. From the sounds of things, they hadn't gotten off nearly as easily as Cam, Rory and herself had. Speaking of those two, she definitely intended to check up on the two of them when she had the free time to, not to mention she had to thank the two of them for carting her a** out of the facility when they themselves had been in not-so-great of shape.
She found herself wondering how the two of them were doing and if either of them had been admitted to the medical bay as she had been. Rory had taken a laser beam blast on the backside of his torso and she clearly recalled Cam with a piece of metal sticking out of one of his calves. She hoped they were both recovering alright and that she hadn’t done any permanent damage to either of them.
As much as the kinetic absorptionist had wanted to stick around to see if she could catch either Cam or Rory to say hi inititally, she'd first decided to get back to her regular self and sort of routine. Once she'd transitioned back to daily life with relative ease, she'd sought both of the boys out in order to thank them respectively for all they had done for her.
A few more weeks passed and nothing of particular interest had occurred in Farren's spectrum of life on base. It was business as usual, her typical daily ritual of training and wandering about to see who was around to keep her occupied. Of course, getting a feel for the new base was always nice and she definitely appreciated the fact she could wander off base for some much needed time away from all the rules and structure. A few nights or days out on the town here and there never hurt anyone and she'd been particularly adamant that Blake accompany her and Alice on their outings.
Today had started out like any other, she'd woken up, gone for a brief jog and now she was planning to head to the gym where she would choose a routine for herself. She wasn't sure if she wanted to bench press, do some ellipticals, simply punch and kick at a bag, etc. It was a decision she could make upon arrival and one she wasn’t going to fret over too much while she was still making her way there.
Once she arrived, she immediately felt drawn to one of the punching bags just hanging there begging for a beating. She made her way toward it, donning a pair of gloves before taking her stance and unleashing an impressive string of fluid combinations. They were as close to the perfect balance of force and precision as a human was capable of getting, and to boot she made the display look absolutely effortless. She hadn't so much as broke a sweat over the routine, concentration absolute.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2018 4:13 pm
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▬▬Codename: Oni
▬▬Team: Omega
▬▬Form: Human
▬▬Location: Mansion Backyard
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After only living at the site in Canada for a couple months, Chi-Chi and the rest of the students had to move again back to the, now rebuilt, original Institute Mansion. While some of the other students had lived here before and were excited to return, once again she found herself on the move to a new place, this time even further away from her family. Yes, she was excited to see the true home of the X-men she had only heard of from afar, but at the same time, she desperately hoped they wouldn’t have to move again for quite some time.
Though the change of place was new, Chi-Chi happily welcomed the change of weather. No longer was she stuck inside a concrete can underground, she took every moment she could to be outdoors, even when the weather wasn't at it's best. She went for her usual run around the outside of the mansion, sticking closer to the outer edge near the tree line. Since moving here, she had made it a habit to do her own version of "patrolling", sometimes taking it slower to keep a keen eye and ear open to her surroundings. Though they were told it was safe, it made her feel better to stay paranoid.
Her ponytail bobbed side to side as she ran, today being nice enough weather to wear black yoga pants, a black tank-top, and a cream-colored zip-up jacket. She ran several laps around the building, mentally taking note of how many laps she had done at each pass. As she passed around a few times, she noticed Collin as she practiced on her skateboard in the courtyard, slowing down and waving at her as she passed. Other than that, the run was mostly uneventful and quiet, which gave her time to think.
She tried to remember as she could of the battle. After she had gone through the door of the compound, things had gone blurry, then blacked out. As much as she had practiced the grenade trick before, she thought she had done well enough to avoid the damage, but her attempt, while being a success, was a hard failure on her part. She was so adrenaline pumped from the fight, she barely noticed her own chunks of shrapnel embedded in her, and fainted from the pain. When she came back from unconsciousness, the compound was destroyed, and everyone was saying they won.
Since then, Chi-Chi had been angry at herself for not being of more use. She knew she could have done more to help, but she had only fallen into the background. She wasn’t built for war. She knew that going in, but that didn’t stop her from trying to prove herself a good fighter. But this was a new chapter in her life, and the war, for now, was over.
After going around for several more laps, she found herself breathing heavily, coming to a stop at the back end of the mansion and walking the rest of the way. She finally stopped by the large tree near the swimming pool, taking a breather and sitting down in the shade of the tree. The cool breeze in the shadows reminded her of a member of Team Alpha that she hadn't talked to since the fight. Though she had seen Lex a few times here and there around the mansion, she didn't have the courage to speak to him again. She wasn't just avoiding him though. She had kept a distance from a lot of the other students since they all got back. Hopefully, the new environment might change that.
She found herself staring at the pool water’s surface, pulling her legs closer to her body and wrapping her arms around them, sighing heavily.
She really missed her family.
Now with the registration act taken away, she could have called them by now and let them know how she was. Some of the other students were already going out into public again. She, on the other hand, still didn’t think it was safe to reach out to them yet. While her brother knew she had been accepted into the school’s ranks, that was months ago, and he had no idea of the fight she had just taken part of. They all would have freaked out if they knew she had been involved in any kind of fighting. It might be for the best if they didn’t know about it until later, for their sake.
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[OOC: Hoping to have a better photo/image for her soon, but for now here's the same old one. Hope this post is okay and let me know if you want to join Oni! ]
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2018 5:28 pm
Roland Anton Chevalier
Location: Infirmary
Thoughts: Rehab’s a b***h Beep“Jesus what’d they do to him? Throw him into a meat grinder?”Beep“He’s plummeting fast. I don’t even know how he managed to live this long with steady vitals.”Beep“Prep for surgery, we’re gonna need 10 units of blood in here at least!”Beep“Someone get Elixir in here! We’ve got him stable enough that he can keep him ticking!”BeepRoland spent hours under the knife, just to be properly stabilized. Elixir closed him up, healed over the damage that had been carried out by the surgical team. He then spent the next 12 hours unconscious, being observed by doctors. He was stable, but they weren’t checking on his vitals. They were trying to figure out just how the hell he managed to survive. They saw what his body had been put through, they ran him X-Rays, MRIs, CAT Scans, they were trying to figure out just how a man, especially one his age, was able to physically survive the level of trauma that had been placed on his body. When he finally woke, the doctors were still asking questions. One of them practically threw his paperwork into the air and walked off. Roland managed to press them for information about what had happened. Turns out, Trask grew a conscience and decided to let the machines die by his own hand. His sacrifice ended the threat, and they were now able to return home. But of the many changes, one of them was far more significant. Roland had experienced a lot of damage, and while they were able to repair as much as they could, Elixir could only do so much with his abilities. He had to help the others, who while some whom were injured severely, did not require as much attention. The doctors were concerned that the damage to his spine had been exacerbated by how he was extracted out of the AO. No blame was assigned, apparently it was an emergency situation and with such little time whoever moved him needed to do it fast. Elixir was able to get his body on the path to full recovery, but was forced to hold back on working with Roland’s spine. With the nature of his mutation interacting with his physiology, everyone was concerned about what doing in to try and repair everything might result in. He was able to put a bit of his biokinetic abilities towards it, allowing for the tissue to repair slowly over time. but until they had a better understanding of just what exactly the mechanics of his ability was, they couldn’t do much else without risking further damage. For all intents and purposes, Roland was effectively paralyzed from the waist down. He was given a chair to move around in, not an electric one like the professor’s, a more athletically inclined one. He wasn’t going to let a motor take away the only mobility he had. And soon after getting acquainted he started working on getting better. He got himself acquainted to the chair, a sports wheelchair with angled wheels for mobility, getting the motions right. In all the time he recovered they also put him through physical therapy, to try and bolster the recovery process. He was also put through tests, lots and lots of tests, all in an effort to understand the nature of his ability. In the testing they found that while he was still able to use his power, he could only cover the top half of his body. If he tried going beneath the waist he would experience excruciating pain. They surmised it was part of the spinal damage, which when he fully healed would go away. But for now, it was something that Roland did not quite desire. Wheeling himself about the medical center, he took a stop into Aurie’s room. She’d been in and out for a bit, the injuries she sustained weren’t as bad as his, but well, flesh melting burns aren’t exactly anyone’s cup of tea quite frankly. So he would check in on her from time to time, get the window open in good weather so she had some air and light, got it closed when it wasn’t so nice out. So now he went to just see how she was holding up. And from what he could tell, she was awake. “And she lives.” he said, doing his best to “saunter” in while on wheels. “I know, you were expecting Felix.” he added, “How are you holding up?”OOC: Lemme know about any issues that develop.
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