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Omega: Cafeteria - Welcome Wagon + 1

The redhead chuckled at Megan's constant jokes about the limitations of her powers. It was good to know that they had an Omega with a pretty good sense of humor - from what she had been so far from them (albeit it was very little), she had a feeling that their new additions would work out just fine. As Daylia acknowledged them, she gave her fellow redhead a smile, hoping that the girl would interject if she had anything to say to the newbies as well. Granted, the girl was relatively new herself, but that might make her insights all the more valuable. After all, she'd survived this long, hadn't she?

A soft-spoken voice came from behind her, Kerrigan twisting her torso around in her chair to see another new face asking if she was an Omega. Before Kerrigan could respond, Christian confirmed the girls suspicions, inviting her to sit down with the rest of them. Kerrigan emphatically agreed, giving Christian an amused wink as he joked that he didn't bite hard. It was nice to see the new Omegas getting to know each other and seeing the team at their most relaxed. As soon as mission time kicked in, they would see just how much things changed -- hopefully it wouldn't scare them away. As Lorelle hopefully took a seat, Kerrigan leaned back in her chair slightly, messing her fingers back through her curls as they fell into her face.

"Are you another one of Frost's promotions? I'm Kerrigan, this is Megan, Orchid, Christian and that's Daylia. And yes, we're all Omegas, some newer than others," she spoke in a friendly tone, motioning to each person in turn as she made her way around the table. It was quite remarkable just how many people had moved up to their teams in the last few days. She couldn't help but be a little concerned that they were being prepped for something horrible, but then again, Kerri thrived on field missions. It was pretty much the only time her powers were good for anything really useful. Not to mention, she was just plain good at it.

Glancing up at the clock on the wall, she wandered what she was going to do the rest of the afternoon, at least until Roland's dinner tonight. She promised that she would try to go, and as of now there was no reason why she wouldn't be able to go. Unless, god forbid, something disastrous were to happen, or Cissa were to need her for something. But, until then, she might as well take it easy or go get some reading done. Spring Break was supposed to be her time to catch up on the work she'd missed, but spending it with the new recruits and getting to know them was just as valuable, albeit in a different way.

"So, you guys have plans for this afternoon? Everyone already moved into their new dorm rooms and all that?" Her eyes moved around their ever-growing table, wanting to make sure that no one needed additional help with anything. After all, that was her function, right? Keeping the peace when their leader wasn't around and making sure that the Omegas remained a well-oiled machine.

Eli let out a small smirk at Roland's facial expression. "Oi, what a good way to start off introductions? 'Hey, you're that one drunk guy who can shoot BBs really fast and hard.'" He mimiced a make believe person. "Yeah, that's me." He continued on, and so began the story.

"Well, it was my first day with Alpha. And there was a massive bonfire that night. And of course, there was alcohol. I decided to break off the main party, as being antisocial as I tend to be, and went with a couple of the others to the top of Catalina's south hill. Well, we got hammered. I almost fell down the mountain, and that was the 'safe' part." He said smirking slightly. "The shitty part was when we were all intoxicated, still not sure what happened, but it kind of messed with our brains. I kind of attacked Bella and god knows who else. And then found a liking for one of our fellow members who appears to no longer be here. But, aside from that. That's how I'm known to be the drunken guy from Alpha who shoots his teammates with metal bb's. Oh, and I have a knack for pissing off the Omega girls." He finished with a smirk.

His grin sitting across his face as he remembered his opening race against the wind manipulator. He had sprayed sand all over the 'queen' and her 'court.' He made enemies of them fast. One of them even went as far as to chase him down and have a shoot out with her.

Omega: Dorm Room: Dorm to myself once again.

Lillian stretched out after her run on the treadmill. She learned early on in life the importance of stretching before and after a work out. Her heart rate had slowed nicely. She had waited for a response from Cissa over the comm but none came. Lillian just smirked and shook her head. Seems her good friend and team leader was busy with what ever it is she was up to in the library. It wasn't like what she had asked was anything of importance. Nope it was more just a comment that would allow her to see how her friends day was going. Lillian knew that even though classes were on break there were still many things for the team leads to do.

Tossing the towel in the used bin she grabbed her tablet pc from the stand on the treadmill. It wasn't a long trip heading up the stairs rather then the elevator to the 2nd floor from the basement. The stairs were also generally less crowded and this time was no exception. Once in her room she noticed the other side was cleared out all that was left was a bare bed as the blankets and sheets had been removed. Given it's now sparce nature it seemed her room mate had left the school. Could be any reason really though chances were it was probably thanks to the anti mutant feelings sweeping the nation. Her parents could of gotten worried and wanted her near or something like only she and the administration would know. It was a shame really too.

Lillian had been actually looking forward to having a roommate. But it seemed for now she would have the place to herself. Cissa would probably enjoy that as like before when she used to have a room that was adjoining to Cissa's, the team lead would at times seek refuge in Lillian's room. It seemed not many people who went looking for her would think to look in other rooms but Cissa's own for her. Then again Lillian wasn't great friends with many around the institute given her time is usually spent alone, with Cissa along with who ever else happened to be there, or down in Forge's lab doing just about anything. Tapping her comm she used it to contact Cissa even though she probably already knew. "Seems I have my room to myself once more. Corinne apparently has taken her leave for reasons unknown to me. Though I am sure you already know that."

After she sent the message over the comm she striped out of her workout clothes and went to take a shower. Boy did she enjoy having showers connected to her room now. It wasn't long before she was finished showering. After drying off she got dressed in a simple pair of form fitting jeans and a plain form fitting soft red and black stripped t shirt. Sitting at her desk she opened her laptop to check her email. Flipping her hair over her left shoulder she began to brush it. Once the computer was booted up she opened her web browser and there on the gmail home page was a banner for a anti mutant group known as MaM: Mothers against Mutants. Seems the tendrils of hate were spreading farther and farther. In the banner was a picture of a woman holding a sign that said 'Save the planet kill yourself.'

Lillian at first was just going to ignore it and go about logging in to check her mail. But something about the add caught her eye. She couldn't believe it well she could but certainly hadn't expected it. On the picture the woman holding the picket sign was her step mother. Here she was actively voicing her hate of mutants. The woman who when Lillian's powers were discovered had convinced her own father her flesh and blood to simply toss her out to the streets. Sure Lillian hadn't been the best of step daughters before that or anything. But never did anything that deserved what she got that day no it was purely because she turned out to be a mutant. And even though her father had previously been married to a mutant her real mother he was easily swayed to simply agree to kick Lillian out disowning her on the spot. Slamming her laptop shut her body shifted to Colossus' metal form shattering the computer and smashing her desk in the process.

Lillian couldn't help as the tears streamed from her face as her form slowly reverted back to normal. She had thought herself past all this it happened years ago never entering her mind at all. But hear seeing that b***h holding that sign and it all came flooding back. She pulled her legs up to her chest and hugged them to her like it would protect her somehow. Though she did laugh to herself briefly in thought of what Cissa might say if she saw her like this crying over something so far in the past.

"I wouldn't mind if you smoked, but in all honesty, those smoke detectors probably would." Eli pointed out to Roalnd, considering they were still indoors. He thought back to Roland's other statements and smirked a little. Eli wasn't so much forgiving as he was apologetic.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to answer your previous question. My ability is the manipulation and creation of electromagnetic waves. My main choice of weapon," He stated as he began to rummage through his cargo pocket of his shorts, and seconds later pulling out a bag of bb's, not for a standard bb gun. Ones that had a decent size to them, are these. He said with a slight smirk.

Eli, was a physics nut and loved doing little sciences like that. It flowed well with his ability, considering there were traits he could hopefully come to exploit once his potential reached the extent of his intelligence.

"What about you? What's your ability? He asked, not wanting to keep the conversation one sided.

Code Name: Siren
Team: Alpha
Location: Outside - Again
Ability: Sound Manipulation
Singing: Nothing. Too angry, to sing.

Isabella felt vaguely….Guilty, for needing to reinforce such a silly thing with her team. She'd caught their parting words.. And she wished that there was time to explain... That she could make them understand. If it weren’t for the fact that she legitimately feared Narcissa may one day snap and murder someone… She wouldn’t have been so stern. But as it stood, she’d seen the nasty blond at her worst… She’d watched the girl, date her child hood friend for close to two years… And then drop him, as if he hadn’t meant anything at all. Why, she had no idea… But it certainly didn’t soften her opinion of the girl… Especially since her friend not long after left the Academy…

Had the songstress known that he’d been cheating on Narcissa, or planning on it—With her other best friend… She might have been a little more lenient. But as it stood… The Omega leader in her eyes was simply a cold—Cruel monster. Who didn’t at all care who she hurt… As long as she got what she wanted. And who the hell, knew what exactly that woman wanted.

Her face remained calm, though tight at the prospect of dressing down her fellow leader… Knowing that while technically they held the same rank—Isabella had been at the school far longer than Narcissa. This wouldn’t be the first time she’d wondered what would happen if they went head to head. Isabella would hazard to say that she was the better fighter… Clearly the faster fighter. But Narcissa had raw power in spades… And that was worrisome.

Not for the first time, she wondered how—Wondered why, Dios would ever make such an awful creature so pretty and powerful. Had he just…Slipped up? Mixed up his people making recipes? Running a hand through her dark hair, sighing in frustration… She didn’t pause as she heard metal and flesh moving together—Coming closer.

It was either Gideon or Wolverine.

Wolverine would likely egg her on… And Gideon… Her footsteps quickened at the thought, just walking into the library as she felt an arm grab her by the waist—And her small body hauled up into strong arms, and back out the way she’d come before she could utter a word. Physically Gideon was ten times stronger than she was… And no matter how angry she was, she wouldn’t ever use her ability on him to cause him harm.

But that didn’t stop the stream of angry words that left her in Spanish, her Columbian lilt making her accent thicker than normal. Nor did is stop her struggling to try and get free. “¿Por qué usted la defiende siempre?” [Why do you always defend her?]

“¿Usted no oyó lo que ella dijo? ¿Usted ha visto la manera que ella trata a mi equipo? ¿Nuestros amigos?, ¿Yo? [ Did you not hear what she said? Have you not seen the way she treats my team? Our friends? Me?]”, she went on, hitting him in the shoulder once, hard enough that any normal person would have winced… But Gideon was made of a stronger mold… His bones laced with adamantium. Her girly hit meant nothing.

Narcissa’s words carried over the comm, and Isabella remained silent…Her temper was reaching a point in which there was very little that would allow her to simmer down anytime soon.

Isabella fumed, her eyes closing as she slowly counted to ten—Reigning her temper back as she’d been taught. Counting sheep, counting crayons…Whatever distracted her. The songstress didn’t lose her temper often, if ever… But when she did… She did so with a spectacular fashion. She became aware that they were going outside when she heard the sounds of rain getting closer… She’d been able to hear it hitting the roof… But hitting the sidewalk was so much closer… She’s always loved the sound of the rain. It soothed her… And she knew it. “So. What is it?”, she questioned Gideon in English as the rain came down on them…

“You’re not afraid of me getting in trouble.”, Isabella pointed out, her lips forming a rather thin line as he carried her. Scott would never take any students side over her own—Let alone Narcissa’s. He was the father to her, that she’d lacked growing up, and maturing… He’d taught her how to change her own oil…To replace a flat…Taught her to fight—To think critically…Taught her one of the most valuable lessons she’d ever learned… When to ask for help. “You -know- I can hold my own.”

When Gideon asked her if she was going to run off if he let her go, her glare deepened and she looked away from him…It had been exactly on her mind to do just that. “I make no promises.”

Though once on her feet she merely took a few steps away, her arms crossing over her chest as she let the rain soak her thoroughly…Watching the water fall into the lake, making it look like Dios was just pouring tears into it from the sky. “You two seem to have some kind of understanding…. I don’t know why… Is it because you’ve both killed? Is it because you both are lethal in your own right? I don’t know—And I don’t care.”

Isabella had taken life—In the form of demons… Monsters in Avalon. Though on missions, she did her best to incapacitate…Killing… It was something she had a problem with.

“My team can’t -take- her abuse anymore. I can’t. And you won’t always be there to stop me from taking it up with her. One of these times… One of the Alpha’s is going to get sick of it… They’re going to start a fight—And you know, she’ll finish it.”, the Siren intoned with an unnerved sigh, not yet turning her gaze back to her long time love… Too frustrated to even voice, what boiled inside.

How could she lead a team-- Be a leader, if she couldn't even protect her team at home? Backing down from Narcissa was...Probably the smartest thing to do, safety wise. But it was the stupidest, while trying to assert herself...

“If you don’t want me fighting with her… Fine. You try. Something -has- to be done, Gideon.”

Name: Leonardo "Renaissance Man" Rossi
Team: Alphas
Location: Mall with Aurelie
Well… So Much For A Peaceful Night Out… Mallroom Blitz!

“Of course I called it…” Leonardo chuckled before taking a bite of his taco. He looked over to the table where the anti-mutant jerks were sitting at. Their attention seemed to be focused on one patron of the mall: a skinny, teenage boy with horn-rimmed glasses wearing a red turtleneck. In his hand there was a copy of a book called ‘Aquatic Poetry’… Leonardo had never seen it before. It appeared to be one of those books that you had to scrounge the Internet for ages to find until you actually found it for some low-retail price. Leonardo noticed that it was a bit warm to be wearing a sweater turtleneck as the boy had on, even if the average temperature was lower from the storm. The comments that came from the douche bags were ones of, ‘I heard he’s one?’ ‘Oh yeah? He looks freakish enough.’ ‘What’s he hiding under that turtleneck? It’s way too freakin warm to be wearin’ one of those…’

The douche bags apparently wanted to find out just exactly what the boy was hiding under the turtleneck. They stood abruptly, walking over to the other table with purpose. The douche bags sat around the lonely teenager, already making jokes and poking fun at him, as douche bags would do. Little did they know that at this time, Leonardo had stood from his seat and was slowly approaching the group. At first the teen decided to ignore them, which in Leo’s mind seemed like the best plan of action. The group of harassers became more belligerent however, snatching the boy’s book away and making a mockery of his love of poetry. Now the teen couldn’t ignore them any longer… except he could only sit there helplessly. One of the harassers leaned over to the teen and pulled on the collar of his turtleneck… and jumped back in surprise. He had revealed a set of gills on the boy’s neck, a side effect of his mutation. The group stood (including the boy, whose fear factor increased by ten), cursing expletives and shouting the boy’s identity as a mutant.

Finally the troubled teen had had enough. He pushed one of the douche bags (apparently the leader) in the chest in a weak offensive, the stronger man only stumbling back because of surprise. The mood changed from belligerent to antagonistic in a mere instant. Faces were contorted in shock and ‘Oooooo’s were called. “You wanna f—king go, mutie?” the man asked, putting his hands out in the typical ‘Come at me bro’ stance. “Come on… let’s see what you got…” he elicited no response from the boy, who was looking for an exit… except they were all blocked by the encroaching group of Hollister-wearing teenagers. The first to throw a punch was the leader… but suddenly, his wrist was caught by a stronger individual. Before there was a reaction time, the leader’s face was smashed into Leonardo’s ascending knee, breaking (more like shattering) the leader’s nose instantly. To finish him off, Leonardo slammed his elbow down onto the back of the man’s neck, knocking him unconscious. Luckily Leo was only using a fly’s reflexes and not an ant’s strength… or else the man would be dead.

One down, three to go, Leonardo said to himself as he took his simple Krav Maga battle stance, waiting for the next guy. Two of them weren’t exactly ready to challenge the obviously better fighter, but one of them (the more muscular one), pushed the gilled boy out of the way and charged Leonardo. It was all in vain however, since Leonardo was ready. There was a lazily thrown punch, blocked by a stiff, strong forearm. At the same time as the block, Leonardo slammed his other fist into the man’s face, knocking him off balance. Still using the same momentum as the punch, Leo stepped around the man’s right leg and grabbed the man’s right wrist with his left hand. Then, he pressed his right forearm against the man’s throat, pushing him over Leo’s right leg and onto the ground in a semi-circular motion. Two down for the count.

The last two Hollister-clad men (cowards when faced with a real fight), turned to the rest of the crowd in the mall. “Come on now!” one of them shouted, “Are we really gonna let these muties push us around like this?” He was met with mostly mute reactions, but a few people started to slowly nod their heads. Meanwhile, Leonardo was bending over to help the fallen boy, who had been pushed to the ground by the second man… who was also on the ground now. As Leo was helping the boy up, other people (not just the anti-mutant jerks) were shouting and waving their arms, advancing on Leo and the boy. The preppy teenage cheerleaders had started to pick up their food as if to throw it. Leonardo looked over to Aurelie, knowing she would give her support in this situation… hopefully. Looking back to the nearest table he was at, it still had a few trays and various napkins on it. Behind him, there was a very long table that was comprised of smaller tables that were pushed together beforehand by some of the patrons for some sort of birthday party which had since been disbanded. It led to the exits… and the tables seemed slick enough to slide on…

He had seen this in the movie The Other Guys. He hoped to God that it worked here.

Switching to ant strength, Leonardo took a firm hold on the boy’s forearms and kicked the nearest table, shattering the table and sending trays, bits of food, napkins, and wood splinters everywhere. Still holding the boy with gills, and switching to spider agility, Leonardo leapt onto the table and started sliding across it on his back. Food started flying everywhere… Leo really hoped to God that this would work… and that Aurelie would either shield them or speed them along on the table.

So you think I'm alone?
But being alone's the only way to be

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I was made to believe there's something wrong with me
And it hurts my heart