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"Now now, Sonya dear, I really do think you're overreacting. If there was something going on in my Institute, I would be aware of it. I... well I am psychic, after all," explained Xavier, mildly frustrated at the naive girl's insistence that he come with her. Still, he managed to remain warm, for the most part.

"I know I know, I just can't get this out of my mind. But like... when I come to this part of the school... it gets a little louder, are you sure you can't hear anything?" asked the new girl.

Xavier heard nothing by ear, and in his mind, all he could hear was Sonya already kicking herself for making such a fuss, and the vague sounds of music, obviously a nearby student thinking about one of his favorite songs. He smiled at Sonya.

"Young lady, your powers will no doubt lead you to new levels of awareness, and indeed you may be seeing the early stages of that even now. But from what I can see, hear, and think, you have nothing to be concerned with, at least not now," he said, speaking as if he'd just taught Sonya a small but important lesson.

"Yeah," Sonya said with a nervous giggle. "You're right, I dont know what I--"

Those were the last words out of the young girl's mouth before a bright blue blast of energy seemed to fire from out of nowhere, striking the side of her head. Her eyes went wide for a moment, before they glassed over, and she passed out in front of her teacher's wheelchair.

Xavier was speechless for a moment, horrified, and unable to determine whether or not the girl's attack was fatal. He looked up, his mind on fire, ready to put down whoever had just dared... but once he saw who it was, he couldn't help but to feel his heart sink. It sunk even more when he looked into his mind, and saw only music... his thoughts obviously masked just like Magneto's.

"How... how could you do this...?" he asked, realizing all too quickly what was about to happen.

From behind the doorway to the Xavier Institute's war room, Forge slowly walked from the darkness, his cybornetic arm smoking from the blast he'd just fired upon Sonya.

"Don't worry old man," he said almost flippantly. "She's not dead, she just won't be able to fight back when the big guns get here. None of you will, incidentally, I've planned for that."

"Don't do this!" shouted Xavier. "I dont know what Magneto has promised you, but--"

Xavier's words were cut off as the same blast hit him in his unguarded chest. He growled... Sonya had most likely been knocked out from the shock, the blasts weren't enough to do much physical damage. Unfortunately for him, Forge walked up, point blank, and fired the blast into his "Professor's" gut nearly ten more times.

"This little invention of mine will turn off your little gifts, dear Professor," said Forge with a grin, "But for you I just want to make sure. Sorry if it's a little disorienting, but that's just the feeling of your mind decompressing by a factor of roughly 100 times. I'd imagine it's--"

Xavier slumped over in his chair.

"Yes... quite disorienting."

With that, Forge's cybornetic arm began to grow. Soon, his other arm, and both legs were covered, along with the upper half of his face. He was becoming in sync with the Xavier Mansion's security. The security he had designed from the bottom up.

"X Security, online," he said rigidly.

"Welcome, administrator," stated the warm, feminine voice of the computer.

"X Security, target every mutant on the property. Weapon selection: nullifier ray."

"Warning, such a command targets friendly parties, and will remove their ability to use their powers. Proceed?"

"Affirmative... fire," he stated, without the slightest hesitation.

Throughout the mansion, the security came online, and out of even the most seemingly ordinary of spaces, robotic arms with guns emerged, pointing directly toward whichever student or teacher was nearest. Giving them no time to react, each gun fired simultaneously.

OOC: At this point, my dear X-Men... unless I've PMed you and told you explicitly otherwise, you have just become powerless, and hit with a blast that will at the very LEAST wind you. For the purposes of the story... you're about to get rather forcibly evicted from your residence. Have fun twisted

And yeah... family is pulling me away. Wont be back for a few hours... but at that point I'll be on all night smile

From out of nowhere, a gun popped out of the wall. "Ah hope this is just extra practice." Rogue ran, the gun already shooting. It hit her in the side, and she could feel her powers draining. "Wha?" She fell over, falling face first onto the floor with a thud.

ooc: O.O *shocked* okay okay... I've worked the last 2 days straight and this is my first 10 minutes to check the thread. Can we put a pause on it for like... 3 hours? I need to get a nap then caught up... and um... so both my characters are disabled? damn...

Markus didn't like this....not at all.... It didn't take a telepath to know what was happening in that building. He could see flashes of light as the internal defences turned on the students and nullified their powers. This wasn't a fight... "Like shooting fish in a barrel...." He said in a deadpan tone.

[ooc: Gah, long-ish post because I had written more of the training and then noticed the rest of the stuff and was like, aw crap. So yeah.]

Concentration and saturation. Concentrate on the thickness. Concentrate on the strength. Concentrate.Teagan told herself over and over, trying to calm herself down. She knew she could control the strength of her powers, and it's affect on others. She had been trying things with her powers, especially in their last mission, that seemed to be working.

"You mean, like this?" She asked, extracting a small puff of green smoke, watching it spread through the room before turning into a dark green mist. She concentrated on the fumes it put off, watching for a dire change of expression on Jacen's face out of the corner of her eye, hoping that she would once again be able to block those around her from it's power.

I can do this. I've done it once under an amp of power and once without. I can do it again. The more I try, the better it'll get. She thought, watching as the fumes seemed to keep away from Jacen. She smiled slightly, watching as the mist became lighter.

"Like that, right?" She asked, looking over at him with a confident smile.

After having finished up with Jacen, and having felt rather content with herself and her powers, Teagan decided to take a walk down to the kitchen in hopes of grabbing something to eat. She yawned as she grabbed a peice of fruit off the counter.

Atleast it hasn't been too long of a day. I think I'll head up to bed though. See what Gen's up to. She thought, taking a bite of her apple as she walked out of the kitchen. She had started walking towards the stairs, stopping for she heard loud thumps coming from upstairs.

"What th-" She gasped, before collapsing to the ground, feeling her powers drain and her body weaken, her apple rolling away from her hand. She knew something had hit her. She knew something was wrong.

SHe felt the presence of someone next to her. She decided to speak, through the great nervousness, and uneasiness of what lays ahead of them. SHe ponders on what to say and she finally finds a few words to use that would break the mood, nor would it hide her feelings. "This isnt right" she whispered to the mutant. A tear begins to form at her eye but she sneakingly dries it with her thumb as she pretends to come hair out of her face.

During the training session, an odd thing happened to Blair.

"My powers..? Well....I think they could be honed and prove useful. But as it is now, they're just a bother to me and not really much help in any aspect.."

Blair's eyes wandered around the room that he and his counselor, Porter stood in. He tried to think about the last time he used his powers to a full extent, which had only been once or twice. One being when Ahab had amped him up and turned him into a Hound. The vision of him, not really him, but his body attacked the people he thought to his friend flashed through his mind. Using telekinesis to hurt them with flying objects and debris. The young man clenched his eyes trying to forget the awful memory.

The event and memory hadn't been far from his mind since it happened but it usually faded away after a minute or two. Usually he caught glimpses and flashes of what had happened. A kick and a punch here. A flash of him lifting up off the ground with levitation. Nothing to make a story of what happened in his mind complete. Not sure if today was different because of Porter being in the room or his powers developing or it finally just sinking in....but today he saw more.

A flash of light in his mind's eye and Blair watched himself, technically Pharoah at the time, in an alleyway. He watched the past event unfold as the amped up mutant, his former self, killed three mutants in cold blood without flinching, to his horror.

"Are you okay..?" Porter's voice bringing him back to reality, his voice full of concern for Blair's well being.

He awoke on the floor, having apparently passed out while recieving his pent up memories.

"I'll....I'll be fine. I'm sorry...Please don't think that I don't want your help. I am sorry for wasting your time...one moment I was ready for you to help me achieve great things with my powers..and the next..." his rambling voice trailed off as he bit his lip.

The simulation ended, the thirty-minute session obviously up. Blair put his hands in his pockets so he didn't bite his fingernails in a nervous habit as he walked out of the Danger Room.

"I'm sorry again. Please...let us try again sometime. I just don't feel very well. I'm going to go lie down. Goodnight..."

Waving to Porter he rushed up to his room, his mind racing about him being a killer...amongst other things.

Sitting in his room, looking out of his bay window, Blair thought of many things and even questioned his stay at this Institute; questioning if these people really accepted him at all, as well.

He didn't notice the metallic weapon open from the ceiling of his room and point at him, releasing a burst of energy that had such a force that resulted in Blair being pushed out of the window, shattering the glass, and landing on the grass unconscious.