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Eli sat there and listened to the others go on about what could possibly be going on and who was who. "I'm Elliot, I prefer Eli." He stated in response to Alex's question. "My ability is magnetokinesis. I generate magnetic fields, and manipulate already existing ones. And yes, it includes electromagnetic fields as well. But too a limited extent." The way he spoke made him sound like he wanted the conversation to end, however, this wasn't true, to an extent. He just didn't know how to carry on conversations or be very social as some, if not most of the people in AX were.

More and more showed up as time progressed. What was going on where everyone was needed? Hey, at least it was action other than make believe spiders. At the same time, it concerned him. Who knows what's in store for them. The life as a student here was a shot of restlessness, responsibility on the insanity.

Tsukino watched as different members of the alpha squad entered the garage.Each of them wanting to know what exactly was happening and at the same time trying to get to know there comrades.She smiled as familiar faces appeared,one in particular being Marcel.She heard his question as he stepped near her.She didnt want to give him any info that would make him worried or anxious but she had a hunch of what the mission was and that was really all she knew at this point.She turned her head to him as she began to speak."It seems our teammates may be in trouble at the mall.I have a hunch that it's Aurelie and Leo."She said looking anxious herself.This was going to be one hell of a ride that's for sure.

She looked to see Playboy walking in making a lighthearted joke yet she could tell thier was some seriousness behind it.He and the other girl he had been with in the Kitchen seemed to never be to far apart.It was cute really.She looked at All of the members inside the garage.She hadn't realized how many of them there were until they all started piling in here.

She smiled as Varis came in and asked Cyclops about riding the stunning Mustang.She definetly wanted to ride that car.She winked at Rob and Raine as a way to get them to come with her to ride with Varis.She gestured Marcel to follow her to Varis.He would come with her and group from the music room if they were allowed.Her heels clicked as she walked to Varis."I call shotgun if we are allowed to take this elegant vehicle."She said with a laugh.

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The snapping of her teeth did little to dissuade Aren, rather it instead elicited a lopsided grin that warmed his chocolate eyes. "I like a challenge." He fired back without missing a beat. The native nodded sagely when Narcissa agreed with him, that Dom owed her a token of his affection. "Get it on camera... I think we could get a lot of hits on youtube." Another thing that Cissa had introduced him to.

Aren outright laughed when Cissa connected her comm to Lillian, stating that Dom was up for a foursome, just after he'd stated he desired to be left out of the "fun." "Looks like you're joining, anyway Dice." He said, thoroughly amused with their banter. But Dom voiced his distaste shortly after, his tone obviously louder in hopes of the comm catching it.

"Dom, did you just call Narcissa a p***k?" He asked, feigning shock and disproval; his tongue clicked against his teeth with a "tut tut" sound to further the effects. "And... you might thank Narcissa later, when hoards of pretty women start making passes at you for that... and then you'll owe her an apology." Not likely. The girls weren't so daft to believe a rumor as ridiculous as the one in question.

The change was swift in Narcissa's demeanor, sobering quickly that he should have been startled. As always, he took it in stride, rolled with the punches and continued to joke. "Ki'somma.. you've got it all wrong.. that's not all women are good for." Really, he felt like his mom was going to smack him in the back of the head for it, the way she would have had she been within hearing distance. "Though, the Doritos would be appreciated, I highly doubt you have any sort of skills in the kitchen." He said airily, raising an eyebrow.

"Iago sounds cooler... and not like I'm some primitive tour guide." He responded flatly, though the traces of his grin were still evident. He shrugged at the mentioning of a change on his ID, rolling his eyes upward, completely cavalier. "It's not like it's right to begin with." He said offhandedly. Really, he doubted that even her file had anything more than the former "alias" known as Peta. If even that, considering he never introduced the name to the academy. During his applications, he applied with his father's chosen name for him, never once putting down Otaikimmio'tokaan. And he seriously doubted they'd been that thorough for a student file.

But Dom then made mention that the British Omega leader was distracting... and at his remark Cissa had concurred with him, that they could be much worse, eliciting another grin from him. "Ki'somma, we don't have to be if you'd choose today to be a 'free spirit.'" He winked then, still merely joking because Narcissa often gave as good as she was given.
Dom declared that he'd be long gone if Cissa and he had gotten undressed, and Aren rolled his eyes towards the sky, and then heaved a slightly theatrical sigh. "Nevermind, Ki'somma... I rather enjoy Dom's banter enough to hold off on doing anything drastic in the library." Plus, she'd likely only get naked for thirty seconds before diverting him back to his homework, if the situation were at all plausible. (Which, admittedly, it wasn't.)

Aren seemed unphased when Cissa's fingertips glided across his shoulders, mostly because he was. "I wish that I had the ability to care about the school work." Aren declared honestly as he shoved the book aside. Like Dom, most of his failing grades were not due to the fact that he was unintelligent but because apathy often shrouded him when it came to homework. And then there was the sarcastic quips that he couldn't help but make.. Surely those didn't help his marks.

His expression soured, like he had a rancid taste in his mouth shortly after Cissa's foot came in contact with his shin, bidding him to re-open the book. "I'd rather skip the study session and do something useful." At least, she could always say he was honest with her. Aren Aquene would make no illusions about his blatant care free attitude when it came to hitting the books.

A little blond entered the room, but given that she didn't approach, and Aren was sure that the Omega leader would accuse him of trying to get out of the stack of homework in front of him... he let the small detail go for now. But there was a God, apparently. Because just after Narcissa adjured him to get back on subject, Kerrigan's message about a danger room session piped through their comms.

She seemed contemplative for a moment, as if weighing her options and eventually came to a decision that Aren liked. As soon as she told them to close their books, Aren's was already on the far side of the table, his expression similar to that of a kid preparing to open his birthday presents. "I'm all for putting this off another few hours, Ki'somma." He stated, as she would have expected.

She told them to suit up, and Aren was already springing to his feet, ready to go when she turned around and told him to follow her. "Wait, we're going to your room, and all I am getting is some government notes?" He would have pretended to pout, but he couldn't keep a straight face long enough to do so. "See you in a few, Dom." He responded, mirroring the Slovene's elation to do something other than hunker over books.





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Name: Ƞarcissa "Cissa" Ƚucania
Team: Ѻmega
Location: DR
Thinking: How did Kerrigan know I was feeling violent?.




Narcissa was amused by the fact that her team was likely expecting the worst. This was not a danger room session that she had created herself, but one of the stock simulations. Not to mention that she was quite content to let Kerrigan have the reigns on this…It had been her idea after all. It would have just seemed…Catty and rude, for the sun goddess to walk in and take over, just because this was her team. Her Danger Room sessions were a far cry from this…They were hard, and cruel. Nothing about it was designed to coddle them…Only to teach. And teach mercilessly. Knoxx was one of her closest friends, much to the surprise of those that knew her—Considering her stance on Ginger’s.

She remained silent as the others trickled in, one by one, like toy soldiers—Her thoughts filled with mixed blessings. Narcissa was distracted by what Emma had spoken to her… No matter if the Alpha’s were handling the situation or not, her intuition told her that they wouldn’t be able to do it alone. Not just because they pathetic wastes of space, but because of the state of the world. Most humans had suddenly decided to blame their misfortunes on the mutant contingent… A loss of jobs, a loss of funding, proper housing, healthcare, social security…Reassessing the death penalty… Scientifically debating, on whether mutants should even be classified as human at all.

Politicians were thinking up bills and laws to put before Congress that would order ever mutant to be chemically sterilized. To make them infertile, so they wouldn’t be able to pass on their mutant disease. Laws that would allow Federal Marshalls to hunt mutants that caused problems, no matter how small, and execute them. No judge, no jury or trial…

The Alpha’s weren’t completely useless…But the public demanded a heavy hand, that she wasn’t sure they possessed.

Narcissa’s stance was very simple. If humans thought her a monster… Then a monster, she would be.

Roland arrived, and made to start undressing—Something that the sun goddess hadn’t even registered until he spoke. Her eyes were sharp, the color of glacier ice… It wasn’t a deliberate gaze. It was simply her default, when she was incredibly preoccupied. The small, last smirk of a lioness crossed her features… “Trust me, Paladin. I just went brain dead.”

“Got change for a hundred?”, she questioned loftily, watching his armor slither across his form…It was disturbing in a way—Not the way it looked, but the odd sound it made as it swallowed him whole.

A flash of candy apple red caught her attention, and her head turned towards Orchid—Blonde tresses glinting in the light as she offered the silent girl a delicate nod of her head. Distantly, Narcissa found herself enjoying the red in her hair. She was new, and hadn’t met all of the Omega’s yet…But that would change, both for herself, and the other new recruits. They would have to get to know each other…There weren’t choices… They all needed to know what their teammates were capable of, so they could coordinate and work properly together on the field.
Her gaze turned to Christian when he mocked her, eyes narrowing faintly before softening as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other—Her expression a cross between haughty and sassy. “You’ve got it partially right. Except--I am entitled... And my ego is just the perfect size.”

He went on, and she paused—Curiosity lingering at the edges of her psyche…Though she had a fairly firm idea of what came to Christian’s mind first when he thought of her. “And what exactly do I bring to mind for you, Sidetrack?”

The Red Queen did not comment on his mentions of politics…She well knew, and understood what was going on. But that was all the more reason, all the more imperative that they stay out of the limelight. That they keep their ability’s under wraps in public… Especially where someone might have a camera, or heaven forbid—A cell phone with a good camera. Whose phone these days didn’t have a bloody camera?

Raising her hand, she blasted Christian with a vitriolic ball of light—Aware that it likely looked like she was trying to kill one of her teammates. Truth be told, he could likely use the energy in the simulation… And, she thoroughly enjoyed hitting him. Self righteous, Alpha-Loving little Boy Scout that he was. “Lighten up.”

It was therapeutic.

She smiled, briefly, a simple flicker that came and went when Leion arrived—It had been short lived…But it was an actual smile, that wasn’t tinged with her usual malice. She was fond of the light user, remembering acutely, when he’d arrived and they’d abruptly gone to Muir Island for their end of the year reward. More than one rumor had left him seemingly terrified of her…But over the years, he’s grown, and grown on her—Much like Jacen and Madison. Although, she wasn’t sure if either one of them had harbored the same thoughts towards her.

Narcissa would venture to throw in a good helping of intense dislike, and equal disdain. Jacen’s salute drew a smirk from her—Though she didn’t discourage it, his rather happy-go-lucky personality something she had long ago gotten used to.

Seeing the new girl, Megan, come around the corner, her head tilted as she asked someone to finish zipping her up. The sun goddess was confused, for a moment, until she remembered her hands…No doubt it would be difficult to deal with something so trifling and seemingly as innocent as a zipper. She didn’t have time to move though, has another girl entered…Narcissa was forced to rack her brain for a moment to remember this one’s name… After the morning that she’d had—Lorelle. It came to her, and she relaxed…She looked quite like the picture in her file. Quiet, however.

Dom was next to arrive—And it surprised her that he’d beaten out Aren. Even though Aren had been forced to follow her to get his notes… She was willing to say he might sacrifice each pinkie toe, never to have to take another Ethics class with Scott ever again. She caught his comment and her glossed lips curved as she looked towards the Danger Room, and then back to the Slovenian…”We’ll see. Algebra might hurt less.”

The golden haired blond drew her arms up over head as she stretched—Her joints popping as she settled, reaching to adjust the top of one of her thigh high black boots. Her uniform was different than some of the others… If one took Betsy and Emma into account, a little less revealing. Compared to Kerrigan’s full body suit…It looked like she was going to win the award at the next Halloween party for the leatherfied Sandra D.

She fell back into a standing position, watching Aren walk in—Just before Kerrigan sealed the doors and started the sim. She was silent as everything changed… Watching the metal walls become a vast city. It mimicked poorer parts of New York, however parts of the city were destroyed—As if they’d been knocked down by some kind of explosion. The terrain would be unsteady and dangerous, buildings were clearly unstable. There were various burning barrels, smoke and smog clouding some area’s making it hard to see.

In the distance, she could see flickers of human forms… The holograms wouldn’t attack until the first person grabbed a weapon. Hearing questions from her team, she kept her eyes on their slowly emerging, human opponents. They were clad in standard military op gear, helmets and comm links included. The danger room was intelligent… And so were the holograms. Being punched by one of them, would hurt. However, being shot by their weapon in a critical area enough times would simply kick them out of the sim and put them in the holding pen.

“You can’t injure each other with your weapons from the rack, but it will take a chunk out of your damage ratio—You CAN injure each other with your powers. Your abilities will act just as they do in the real world—And are acceptable to dispatch our opponents with.”, she called out, making sure that the newer members of the Omega’s knew what they were getting into. The solders that were their opponents were getting closer and closer. “Fight as you feel comfortable. If you’d rather move in a group—Move in a group. If you work better alone…Take your chances. Team work is encouraged, but not mandatory. Use your comm links to coordinate position.”

It wasn’t mandatory, because this wasn’t a real training session… This was just... Fun.

A green light flew over her head, whistling in the wind, smashing into a brick wall behind her without mercy—Causing chunks of dust to rain down. Catching another flash, she reached out to Aren who stood beside her and yanked him down—Causing the beam to miss him by a few scant inches. “Tiny-- This isn't how it works. I distract Dice-- Not you.”

Her expression became concerned, mocking for a second. "It's the leather, isn't it?"

She rolled out of the way of another beam of light, somehow managing to completely avoid it-- And look good doing it.

The sun goddess drew her hand back and flung a low grade ball of light towards one of the hologram soldiers—The white orb tearing through him with relative ease. The hologram didn’t have time to scream as he turned to dust and fell away in a small cloud.

Narcissa blinked… One of the younger teams must have been using the DR before them…No gore in this one. Usually their sessions failed to spare them any details. Picking herself up to her feet, she looked for cover—Slipping into the shadow of a huge dead oak tree.

“Your comm link will show your damage ratio… When you hit zero—You’ll be transported to the holding pen. Depending on where you’re hit, and what you’re hit with will depend on how quickly you’re removed from play!”

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Name: Leonardo "Renaissance Man" Rossi
Team: Alphas
Location: Holding Cell at Mall
Attempting To Get Free...

Leo grunted as he attempted to stand. The handcuff that was linked to the wall was short enough that he couldn’t stand… yet couldn’t lie down either. Bastards… Leonardo thought to himself as he tested the strength of the link. It would be no match for his ant strength… but should he bust himself out? That didn’t seem like the noble thing to do… and that was the Alpha way, right? Nobility and all of that jazz? He could just as easily break the handcuffs; rip off the door of the cell, and dispose of any guard that came his way. Or… he could wait to be saved. But was he really going to do that though? Wait for the cavalry to come and cause a scene? Maybe he could get out, grab Aurelie and the fish guy, and dash without raising any alarms. But then they would be fugitives… Just as Leo was considering his break-out plan, he heard his name. It was a normal human response, to hear one’s name among a sea of noise… or perhaps silence. It was no doubt Aurelie though, trying to see if he was alright. “Aurelie?” he called back, straining to listen… but he didn’t know if his voice penetrated the thick concrete walls around him.

Bella’s voice reached his ears once again… she was on her way. She told them to sit tight… it seemed more like friendly advice than an order. So why take it to heart? If Leo could bust himself out… why not do it? “Too late for sitting tight, dear,” Leo spoke back to Bella, hoping she’d hear.

A moment after he called out though, a burly guard in all black walked up to the door of the cell and banged on it with his baton. “Hey! Shut up in there, mutie!” Leonardo raised an eyebrow as an idea came to mind. Breaking down the door would raise an alarm… but not if his cell was opened for him.

“Why don’t you come in here and make me?” Leonardo’s voice was challenging and defiant enough, but he knew what he was doing… or, at least he hoped so. The rising anger was evident however, the rage of being caged like an animal and treated like some sort of disease. Why did mutants have to sit idly by while humans berated and assaulted them? Non-violence wasn’t always the answer. Sometimes… sometimes you have to push back.

“What’d you say, punk?” the guard questioned, already moving towards the electronic keypad that would allow entry into the cell.

“I said, come in here and make me shut up you little wussy,” Leo said more strongly, hoping to evoke anger from the guard. “Do those steroids you take make your balls shrink too?”



Before Leo knew it, the door of the holding cell was flung open, and the guard came bounding in, his metal baton in hand. In one swift move, Leo broke the handcuffs holding him to the wall and grappled the guard’s incoming arm, moving him to back hand him across the face. The man was knocked out instantly because of the force of the blow, even though it was a mere slap. Because in all honesty… a full punch would have killed the man. Not wasting time with getting most of the guard’s equipment, Leo grabbed the man’s radio and clipped it to the waistband of his pants so he could hear if the guards were alerted to his presence or not. Closing the door behind him, Leo tried to move as silently as he could down the hallway, trying to see where the others were. As he reached the end, he heard the heavy footsteps of a guard start to come his way. His heart skipped a beat as he pressed himself to the wall so he couldn’t be seen. He waited breathlessly for the guard to come to the corner… and when he did, Leo snapped his arm out and broke the man’s nose, knocking him out as well.

Rounding the corner and stepping over the unconscious body of the guard, Leo saw that a staircase would lead him upstairs. So they had put him in the basement instead of the normal holding cells. Bastards… Leo echoed in his mind as he carefully stepped up the steps, being sure to make a minimal amount of noise. Once he got to the top, he stopped for a moment to check the hallway. There was an empty desk with a computer on it, probably to monitor the holding cells. Moving towards it, he heard additional footsteps coming from the hallway connecting to the one he was in. Cursing to himself, Leo pressed against the wall again, leaning to the corner to listen when to strike. Except… these footsteps were different. They were feminine… taking a small peak, Leo saw that it was none other than Bella creeping towards him.

“Oh… it’s you,” Leonardo muttered, completely revealing himself in the intersection of the hallway. Then he knew that he was going to have to explain himself… he sort of disobeyed her order, after all. “Okay, look… I know that you might be a bit mad at me… but I’ll explain later. Seriously, I will. I’ve got a whole philosophical explanation for all of this. Meantime… we need to find Au-" for the sake of the mission, Leo decided to switch to codenames. "Allegra and Aquaboy.” Looking to the door next to him… Leonardo saw Aurelie already. “Oh. There you are,” he said, in a somewhat comical tone. Stepping over to the one next door, he saw Aquaboy sitting wrapped up in the corner. “And there he is.” Thinking for a second, he looked back to Bella. “Any idea how we get them out without sounding any alarms? The locks are electronic and need a key…” She was the leader after all. He knew they were going to have to work fast if they were going to get out in time.