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Jamie had been awake for awhile, and he had watched most of the others wake up. A few had made it back to conciousness before he had, but not many. As he watched Magneto speak, he was overcome by an odd mix of emotions. Anger, first and foremost, that this man would break into a school, kidnap students, and try to erase their opinions. Anger that he had left Jacen for dead, and anger that he had harmed his friends.

There was also indignation. Professor Charles Xavier was certainly not the person that had the most influence on Jamie. There was Penny, Regina, Morgan, even Jacen and Jonathan Porter. People he barely knew had influenced him as much as Charles Xavier himself, Gen, Teagen, Blair, Kurt. Jamie had come to Xavier's institute on his own free will, and Magneto had no right to erase the 'influence' of Xavier, as Magneto put it.

But there was a third, more confusing emotion there. Was it. . . pity? It was true what Regina said. "We're the way we are because of the pasts we've lead." She was right, and it led Jamie to think, what exactly had happened to Magneto? Evil bastards don't just pop out of thin air. What was it that shaped him into this beast?

Jamie looked at Magneto, his eyes clouded over with this strange mix of feelings. . .

ooc: kitty? where are you? everyone's been captured and in glass tubes now...

((I know, I had a post on that too.))

Rogue watched as everyone else let out their arguments. She didn't plan to try to reason with this guy. He wasn't worth her time.

Since Penny seemed to be sleeping Rachael was at loose ends. Still restless she decided to at least try and go to sleep. She plopped herself down on a cot in the infirmery and closed her eyes in an attempt to sleep. After a little while she sighed and gave up the notion. She pulled a book off the shelf and began to browse through it.

Magneto practically rolled his eyes at Jacen's comments, and quite clearly rolled them after hearing his son gloat. "Children... and they ask why I feel the need to educate you all... perhaps there is time for one lesson before we resort to your formal re-education..."

He turned to Courtney, as an electromagnetic force field slowly enveloped each individual member of the Brotherhood. For Magneto, it was almost like an afterthought... his powers had increased to a level no one could have anticipated. "Crystal, my dear, if you would please be so kind as to remove the shielding from our honored guests here?"

"The ********?? You serious, these guys should have their powers back by now!" gasped the girl.

"Which is precisely the point... I do believe our friends here need to learn just why I am the one who makes the orders here, why I shall be the one to guide you all as you assume your rightful places of superiority in the world..."

Courtney shrugged, and snapped her fingers, causing the glass to shatter about each member of the X-Men, essentially releasing them, though their attachments remained.

"Well then... if any of you wish to challenge me, I do invite you to try. Granted, I feel I should warn you... at magnetic north, my powers are amplified one hundredfold. However, if you truly believe that you are anything resembling my equal, or even if you're looking to exhibit some frustration in the remaining four hours and thirty seven minutes of unwashed thought and emotion you have left, go right ahead..." he said, as every door, vent, and any other manner of entrance or exit to the re-education chamber was magnetically sealed.

OOC: And on that note, we pause the RP until Friday, August 26... feel free to let your hatred for Magneto bottle up violently and unhealthily until then ^_^

Markus was very impressed by that. "Wow, he's got to be strong if he can use that minuscual ammount of iron thats in a persons blood to imobilize them..." He said to Pietro as he watched. "Where'd you get the chair?" Notices the popcorn. "Or the popcorn for that matter?"

A gray haired younger looking man is moving down one of New York City's many sidewalks. He is Stephen Duphrense, a 25-year-old man paralyzed from the neck down. Using his powers of telekinesis, he is able to propel his wheelchair along the sidewalk with ease. Being a man in his rather unfortunate physical state, he is used to some awkward glances and frightened looks. It's not often you see a wheelchair moving by itself. Most people choose to not pay attention to the oddity of it, indeed wrapped up in their own problems. But on this day, one particular man takes notice. He's a balding, chubby waste of a man, and he's a mutant hater by trade.

"Whoa there, freak, where're you going?" He asks gruffly, before returning his mouth to a cheap beer, as if not drinking caused him undue harm.
"Home," was the only word that Stephen said, before psychically pushing the man aside and continuing on his journey.

The fat man opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly found that he'd forgotten how. As his feet slipped out from under him, he had no choice but to watch the mutant scum he despised and feared roll away. He didn't know it, but it'd only taken Stephen a mental blink to incapacitate him, and to search his mind for a simple piece of information. An address.

"I'm sorry honey, I hate mutants," grunted John "Johnny Boy" Post, as he drank his cheap beer.
"I know dear, but why do you always have to start trouble. What if they try to hurt you?" his wife asked.
"Quit your damn worrying. No damn mutant freak is going to hurt me. I'm Johnny Boy."
"Too bad you still can't talk," his wife muttered as she left the room.

A figure watched from outside of the Post home. A well-dressed 'man', he glared and grinned, his face not moving. The man leapt from his position in the tree, and crossed the street deftly, making his way towards the home.
*knock knock*
Mrs. Post got up from her chair, and her brandy, and walked to the door. Who'd be here this late She wondered and sighed to herself. She released the chain lock and opened the door. What met her vision was a ghastly white man. Lifeless eyes and a ghastly grin made up his face. It was the last thing she'd ever see as the man moved quickly and grabbed her head, giving it a brutal and silent twist, except for the pop. It sounded like a champagne bottle on New Year's, and then a thud as a lifeless body hit the floor. The man reached into his coat and pulled a long knife. He made his rounds through the house, making quick and bloody work of one freeloader sister-in-law, two sons, one daughter, a dog, two cats, two birds, and a handful of fish. There was only one thing left to do.

Johnny Boy Post looked up from his TV and saw the most horrible vision of his life. A lifeless man stood in the doorway, holding the body of his equally lifeless wife. The man dropped the body and looked up at Johnny. With a quick motion, he took of his hat, took a bow, and put the hat back on, all the while grinning that large grin. A few quick and easy motions later, and Johnny Boy's head found itself in a completely different side of the room than the body.

In truth, it wasn't a man at all, but a mannequin, controlled psychically by Stephen Duphrense. Now it was time for Stephen, and his Mannequin, to make their way to North, and Magneto, upon his request.

OOC: I'm sorry if that's long, but I wanted to get back in to posting, and I like to be descriptive. I promise they won't all be this long