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In the aftermath of the mall riot. Gideon had been dosed with much more radiation then others. Granted that was all thanks to his confrontation with the shape shifting ex hydra operative. He had sat in his car upon returning to the institute. He had messaged the senior xmen about his situation and the extra baggage he had in his back seat. He had requested haze-mat suits for he and Kat to wear so they wouldn't hurt anyone by going through the school.

He hadn't expected for them to send Jean to bring car and all down into the hanger. A waiting team of medics took Kat off to be treated. Jean stowed Gideon's car in a shielded container, so Forge could work on getting the radiation out of the interior. While not a major amount in the car as they hadn't been a around long. It was better to be safe then sorry.

Instead of a haze-mat suit Jean personally escorted Gideon to a containment room to wait out the radiation. She used her powers to block any residual radiation from Gideon thanks to the boost the pheionx force gave her. Gideon was thankful for it last thing he wanted to do was hurt someone because of it. He had been dosed worse by Hydra when they wanted to experiment and see exactly what it did to his system. At the level he was at for a short period he had nausea, a headache, along with an elevated body temp thanks to the mild fever. If it wasn't for his healing factor it certainly would of been worse. Well that and if Aurelle hadn't contained the bomb blast which while didn't stop it considerably slowed the radioactive leak.

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It had been over a month since the incident. And things were certainly different. He was no longer an Alpha which he previously had been since the New Mutant's team had been made the Alpha's. Nope a couple days after the mall incident and his argument with Bella he was switched to the Omega's. It wasn't hard to figure out why he was switched even if neither Frost nor Summers said why. No it was because Bella didn't want him as an Alpha anymore. If that hadn't been the case Gideon would of known since mad at him or not, if Bella didn't want him on another team he wouldn't be.

Plus the fact that she was actively avoiding him. Sure she avoided pretty much everyone. But it was clear she didn't want him near her at the moment. Gideon could find her no matter where she was on the grounds or not. His tracking skills added with his heightened senses made it near impossible to evade him if he he chose to find you. When he had been released from containment he went to check on her. But when any sound of her would vanish when his hearing picked it up the message was pretty clear. One couldn't of been as close as the two of them and not know the other person.

So for now Gideon gave her the space she wanted no matter how much he didn't like it. Especially after he was told of the switch. If it wasn't for the fact that Bella had yet to say they were no longer a couple or that she wanted him gone, he would of left the academy weeks ago. So he hoped things would get better between them.

Thus he stayed and dealt with being an Omega. Cissa had seemed to enjoy the fact that Gideon was now an Omega, even if at the same time Lillian was switched over to the Alpha's. He wasn't one of Cissa's little drones. Gideon was not afraid of her and was one of the ones who had seen the Cissa that was buried inside of the Omega leader. Even if he didn't follow her lead blindly nor do things exactly as she wanted them. He would always get the end result of the task she would ask of him in his own way.

At present Gideon was in the weight room. Which in currently the Wolverine clone was its only occupant. Many shyied away from him before, but now that his was an Omega, as well as the absence of being seen with Bella. Lets just say that if given the choice all of the younger students stayed out of his way. He was working with the free weights over the multi exercise machined they had in the room. His eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling as he laid on the bench press. That didn't mean Gideon wasn't away of his surroundings, he just currently wasn't relying on his eyes to keep him alert. The bar held easily close to 400 pounds. To the casual observer Gideon made the task would look effortless. To Gideon it was considered low weight as enhanced strength was one gifts his mutation had given him.

He never started conversations with people anymore, even if before he didn't that often. Though he only spoke when he felt like it when people did attempt conversation. He was pretty sure it hurt any kind of standing he had with his former Alpha teammates. That wasn't the only change. Gideon's hair was no longer his natural stark pure white as it normally was. No his hair was now a very natural looking shade of brown. There was a mutant in the academy who's ability allowed them to produce ink. From it was made a dye that lasted longer, looked more natural, and didn't leave his sense of smell crazy. Given the anti mutant sentiment Gideon figured it best to blend in as much as possible.

He knew of the prom that was going on. Bella was the only reason he went to any kind of social function at the school. Given that she was still very much actively avoiding him as if he were the plague. He pretty much ignored the giddy young girls or nervous guys that could only seem to focus on the prom. Sure knowing Bella she would help out with it in some way, the song bird loved to dance.

Other then that all the chatter about the academy was on the registration act for mutants. Which thankfully the school was clearly not for since the current advisement from the heads was not to register.

Name: Christian Spencer
Codename: Sidetrack
Team: Omega
Location: Here and there...

It had been a very long, arduous and painful month for the Omega’s gunslinger. From literally beating on Death’s door to being on the mend, it had taken a toll on him mentally, physically, and even emotionally. Though, he was never one to really show much emotion other than joviality and complacency. Christian had triumphed from his wounds, his injuries with the help of a visit from either Elixir or Warren. But, the month’s layoff had made him a little less than what he was before. He had not been able to maintain his routine; running miles in the morning was hindered by broken ribs and lifting weights was definitely out with his broken clavicle and wrist. The time away from his routine had made him slightly lazy, in all honesty. But he knew the time to recoup was ebbing away rapidly.

For as well as he was healing physically, his mental and emotional states were rather… fractured to say the least. There wasn’t a night that went by since the incident at the mall that he didn’t wake at least once in the middle of the night, his body covered in a cold sweat and his mind wracked with terror. Sabretooth had done a number on the normally calm and collected Christian. Such a number in fact that the lad was quite unsure of whether or not he’d be able to ‘get on the horse and keep on ridin’, as he so told Emma two weeks prior. But, something in his gut told him that he had to at least try.

That morning, he had gotten up early like he had planned and began to resume his old routine. A brisk three mile run around the grounds of the Institute bright and early in the morning started it all off with a quiet whimper. Lucky for him, his body could handle it though there was still a very faint yellowish bruising from the busted ribs. But that was tolerable enough to work through. After his run, he warily tried to hit the gym. Warily because he wasn’t sure as to how the mended bone would hold up under the strain and because of whatever minute atrophy the muscles in that arm had undergone. It wasn’t much, though Christian was conscious enough to try and push a few extra sets of curls with his formerly injured left arm. He knew that, for whatever reason, he’d need to be optimal, ready, for whatever may come their way.

The next test, the major hurdle he needed to jump over, was a ‘live fire session’. Or rather, a mildly intense session in the Danger Room. To his credit, he stayed out of sight and out of mind of his Omega teammates for the most part. He didn’t want his injuries being a burden on anyone nor did he wish for people to put on kid gloves when it came to being around him. Not only that, he’d only been out of the infirmary for a couple weeks; something about the medical staff wanting to ensure that whatever fixes Elixir did were permanent. Christian knew they were, the scar on the through and through wound of his left hand proved that. But, to access the Danger Room, he had gone over even his team leader’s head and went straight to his old instructor, Colossus. The elder Russian was more than eager to grant Christian the boon of a solo run.

And so it started, Christian was in the throes of something he was familiar with; a good old hike in the middle of the Washington wilderness. A fresh, crisp snow had just fallen; the ice hung like precarious wind chimes from the evergreen branches; the temperature of the air was a perfect twenty degrees. Everything was to his specifications, and his old mentor had taken the time to program random wild fauna to populate this simulation. Everything was perfectly set, even to the weapon that Christian had taken with him; it was the same model handgun he’d been using for the past few months, a Desert Eagle .44 caliber. Yes, the weapon may be heavy and limited on ammo, but God bless the weapon’s stopping power. That was the reason he wanted to use it now, well that and… this was a personal test after all.

The test didn’t take too long to start. Christian had wandered around the snowy grounds of said wilderness for only ten minutes before he wound up stumbling upon some tracks that were freshly made in the snow. To his eye, there was no mistaking what had made those imprints; it was a bear and judging by the size of the paw prints, it was not a small one at all. He muttered something under his breath about being cocky enough to not bring a blunderbuss with him, just on the off chance he’d run into something like this, but…

Fifteen minutes dragged into twenty and so on and so forth. It was just when he was about to give up his search for this elusive creature when he stumbled upon its bedding area. Not only that, he noticed there were other tracks near the initial ones he found. It appeared that this bear had cubs… and being in its bedding area could only mean one thing. He had quite figuratively stepped into it with both feet while blindfolded. He had tried to cautiously yet quickly remove himself from the area, knowing full well how mother bears were with their cubs, but for as hard as he tried, he had a sinking feeling in his gut that he had no chance to really get out of this situation.

To his credit, he did try getting out of there, but the sounds of crunching snow resonated from behind him and he could feel his blood beginning to run a tad colder with each passing second. The bear was behind him; Christian could hear its footsteps, the creature’s weight doing well enough to crush the snow under foot. Not to mention, being able to hear the tiny cries of the cubs as their mother lead them to their home told him everything. Exercising extreme caution, he slowly turned his shoulders outward and faced off with the trio of bears, the mother standing fully on her hind legs. The bear let out a massive growl followed by a roar, creating just enough noise to cover him reaching for his weapon and sliding a round into the chamber. That was when he felt the animal’s beady black eyes lock with his.

“C’mon…, make a move,” Christian said, not wanting to show outright fear yet seconds away from wetting himself. Yes, he had a couple showdowns with some bears in his youth… but then he wasn’t as… damaged as he was now. He didn’t have to wait but more than a second as he watched the humongous bear fall to all fours and begin to lumber straight for him. It was then he was able to level the handgun at the charging creature and take aim, straight for the eye. It was a good, soft spot for a bullet to lodge into and potentially incapacitate the thing permanently. To Christian’s dismay, when he had the aim down pat and squeezed the trigger, the recoil of the weapon reverberated through his arm all the way up to his clavicle, causing him to instantly drop the weapon. That was when he knew he was finished. Resigned to his fate, he closed his eyes, spoke the Lord’s prayer, and honest to God hoped that whatever mauling he was about to receive was going to be quick.

He was astonished that the pain and agony didn’t hit him at all. Slowly, he opened his left eye, then his right to see the mother bear frozen in time… paused only a few feet away from barreling straight into Christian. Thankfully, Colossus had paused the simulation before the pain was brought upon the Omega, but again.. the physical pain was nothing compared to the mental war he was waging. This DR session, it may have been his first in over a month, but this was a test. A test to see if he was ready to be out on the field again, a test to see if he was ready to handle his weapon of choice and yes… a test to see if he even had the stones to keep on truckin’. In his estimation, he had failed miserably.

With the simulation paused, Christian knelt down and picked his weapon up from the snowy grounds, but when he went to holster it, everything went back to the normal metal walls that signified he was nowhere else than the Institute. When the kid finally had his wits back with him, he had found himself standing off with yet another bear, only this one was of the Russian variety.

”You did well, Tovarich,” the elder X-Man said to his former student. “At least until the end. You gave up too quickly.” Piotr Rasputin had seen Christian ‘grow up’ or rather, grow into his abilities when they were discovered, and he was always judicious when it came to either praise or criticism. If anything, the Russian helping Christian ease out of the culture shock of being so far away from home gave the younger mutant a healthy dose of respect for his former instructor.

“Dunno ‘bout that, Mr. Rasputin,” Christian said quietly. Yes, the lad knew he froze when it came to the bear charging him, but honestly what other choice was there. He had no time to fish through the snow to find his weapon, and being that low to the ground only exposed his head and neck to the beast’s gaping maw. Either way, without his weapon, he had no real chance for survival. “Startin’ to think maybe… I’m not ready to do this yet.” As he said that, he began to feel a well of anger start to bubble in his gut.

Piotr couldn’t help but to let out a booming laugh and slap Christian hard on the left shoulder. Something that caused Christian’s eyes to widen with surprise as pain shot through his body… but he wouldn’t outright show it if at all possible. “Please, call me Piotr. Or Peter,” Colossus spoke, “You’ve earned that right.”

“Earned that right, how?,” Christian snapped back, his angry response something that startled even him. “By bein’ left to bleed out on that damned mall floor? By bein’ a complete waste to everyone else that was left in that damn place? I almost died out there, Pete.” While the kid spoke, he rubbed his left shoulder gingerly, trying to ease the pain from being slapped so unexpectedly hard. “Somethin’ I’m not quite sure you get. I know I was literally a moment away from takin’ that last breath, from doin’ nothing more than stuffin’ a coffin.” The anger he felt was beginning to etch some rather hideous lines in his face as he spoke, he could feel them forming, and he just began to march out of the room. Not before he could deftly dismantle his piece and leave the disassembled firearm on the Danger Room floor. All he could offer was a quick thanks for allowing him to at least try… Christian completely ignorant to the knowing look of complete understanding his former teacher wore on his face.



Some time had passed and Christian had finally emerged from the basement levels to join the regular populous that seemed to swarm like locusts in a field. It was odd that things just seemed to be at the status quo at the Institute, even despite the events of the past month. He had even taken the time to watch the news during his convalescence as was well aware of the passing of the Mutant Registration Act, something that made his stomach turn. It wasn’t the fact that they would have to register with the government, but rather the fact that after quelling the riots in the mall and the Omegas literally risking their own necks to save that braying a** Senator Kelly, that career bureaucrat had the stones to still push anti-mutant legislation through Congress.

With slightly bruised knuckles on his right hand after punching a random locker before changing into his street clothes which consisted of a pair of jeans, a Jimi Hendrix zip-up hoodie with a black tee underneath, and a pair of steel-toed boots, Christian couldn’t help but to meander throughout the halls. He needed to quash that well of anger that seemed to reside within him now. He didn’t want any of his teammates, any of his friends to see him like this. He couldn’t let them see that. He couldn’t let them see that he was indeed rattled straight to his core when it concerned everything. So, he just put on a goofy, fake crooked smile on his face and did his best to greet any and every one of his friends, both Alpha and Omega.

As he waltzed through the halls, amongst all of the underclassmen’s chatter about prom upcoming, Christian could somewhat feel himself being drawn somewhere. The farther he walked, the more he could hear something being played… an instrument? And the farther he went down that hall, the less and less the crowds were in number allowing the deep resonance of a stringed instrument to easily hit his ears. Shortly thereafter, he found the source; the Alpha’s leader, Isabella was playing cello. (He only knew what the instrument was after Raine had schooled him about it years ago.) She had company with her, a girl he had recognized from the incident at the mall but someone he had not formally been introduced to yet (Bianca). Leaning against the doorframe and knowing full well that his presence was already known, Christian just took a moment to listen to the music, hoping it would let the anger he felt go from boiling to simmering. Lucky for him, it did just that… and before he left the girls to whatever it was they were going to get into, he said a very quiet ‘Thanks for visitin’, aimed directly at Isabella.

She’d been one of the very few to have visited Christian while he was laid up, and with the fortuitous grace of her mutant abilities, she was able to grant him the boon of sleep where his body and mind would not allow it. Considering all he had gone through, that rest was well needed and well deserved. But for now, he was content in just offering a quick, yet gracious thanks before heading off on his way. Where he was heading, he had not the slightest clue himself, his only want was to relax and potentially get rid of a majority of this damnable anger.

ƈσđεŋąɱε: Flintlocke
ℓσƈąŧïσŋ: Room - Then wondering the grounds around near the lake. Maybe going for a jog.
þσщεŗ: Molecular Mimicry.
ŧɧσųɠɧŧş: Jesus! It's been weeks and I'm still steel! Oh look, new kids.... I remember when I was a new kid.

Reggie woke up with a jolt, groaning as she covered her eyes to block out the light shining from her window. She looked at her skin, examining it closely. She had been made of steel for far too long. There was still just the slightest tint of grey there, just under the skin. If anyone looked closesly enough, she would probably look a tad sickly. And to the touch, her skin wasn't soft like flesh, but a tiny bit firm. She hoped no one looked closely enough or touched her. It had been awhile, too, and she was still like this. She figured she would be back to normal in a few days. Hopefully. She rolled out of the bed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, getting up with a sigh and heading into the bathroom. She washed her hair (which was almost like those little tinsels you put on Christmas trees) in the shower and got, most of the water just kinda rolled off her like it would a car. She dried off the little she needed to and dressed, heading out of the bathroom and into the hall.

She twisted her hands together in apprehension as she thought about the recent MRA. It was... Troublesome, to say the least. So far, her own guardian, her Aunt, hadn't shown up to take her to get registered, and she really hoped that the woman didn't. So what if she was breaking the law? She wasn't going to be registered like some animal. Reggie strongly believed that the mutants should be treated as equals to the humans. She wanted that for the world, but she didn't think it would happen anytime soon. Especially with Magneto and his cronies giving all mutants a bad rep. She figured that it was his fault that the MRA had even come into effect. If he hadn't have exploded the way he did and tried to radiate everyone, things might have been a little better. Not much, but a little.

Her eyes went wide as she had a sudden revelation. Perhaps the radiation was what was making it so difficult for her to change back to flesh. Maybe it was screwing with her X-gene and making it.... She didn't know, stronger. More prominent. It may make her gene take over the human gene, and in turn the molecules and..... She shook her head, getting those thoughts out of it. Don't question, Reggie, just go with he flow.

As she headed out of the school she scowled to herself as she caught snatches of conversations where one of the most prominent words was "prom". It was an understatement to say that Reggie didn't like organized dances where you had to dress up. She would be just as happy to go in jeans and a t-shirt, instead of some frilly, long skirted dress. She figured if she was going to go, she would be in, as she said, jeans and a t-shirt. She wouldn't even have a date. Another thing Reggie despised, the whole "I'v got to have a date to prom!" outlook of every almost every high schooler in the world. It was ridiculous, the length of which people would go to get a date when they would just walk in together, then ditch them for someone more attractive. It made her want to puke, the way they went into a frenzy for dates like piranha.

Once again, she shook the thought off as she headed out of the school to wander the grounds, not really planning to do anything in particular. There was nothing that she wanted to do today. The past few weeks, as she'd been waiting for her skin to recover, she'd been careful not to use her powers and to wear gloves and such so that they wouldn't activate randomly. She wasn't sure if using them would help or hinder, so she hadn't, just in case. After a few minutes of aimless walking she broke out into a light jog, the movement of her legs and arms felt nice. Physical activity had always calmed her nerves and lifted her spirit. She went down the path, through the garden, and out again, running without much thought to her location. After awhile she neared the lake and charged down a hill, feet light and nearly silent on the green grass. Despite her slightly metallic condition, it didn't weigh on her too much. When she got down to the edge of the water she looked out for a bit, then began to jog along the shore.

The weeks since the incident at the mall had been good to Raine, allowing her to semi-get her life back together. She'd caught up on most of her assignments for the most part, and spent a bit of time in the Infirmary with Christian as he recovered. Of course, she helped him with some of his own work so that he didn't fall too far behind - it seemed like the least she could do considering the fact he'd almost died. She was always willing to do anything for her friends - besides, it was a good way to get the male perspective on some things going on with her personal life. With talk of prom, which as a girl she could not help but be excited about, Raine could only hope that someone would ask her sooner rather than later. Who that person would be, she had no idea, but she had a few ideas as to who she wanted it to be - all in due time.

Snapping her book shut on her bed, the brunette ran her fingers back through her hair, tousling it about slightly. Swinging her booted legs over the edge of her bed, she began to gather her things into her bag, deciding that a change of scenery would help her get in the mood to start her biology report. Moving over to the mirror to reapply her lip gloss, she did a quick turn around. When one was gunning for a choice prom date, it was best to look good all the time - no one needed to know that she had also already worn all her casual clothes and was a little too lazy to do laundry at this point in the week. Except, of course, her roommate - she missed Sophie, but Hoshi seemed alright? Granted, they hadn't spent too much time together, but she didn't have a reason to dislike her.

It didn't take long for her to head out towards the library, smiling at those she passed that she knew. As she passed by the lounge, she saw Aren heading out to talk to Cissa as the girl made her way through the grounds. She felt a twinge at the corners of her lips as she tried not to frown - everyone seemed so drawn to her, and yet she was possibly the most unlikeable person she had ever met in her life. Still, no one could deny that she was intelligent and beautiful - at this age, that was all it took to get some male attention. Raine was too busy between classes, team building and missions with the Alphas and all her other extracurriculars to do much of anything else. At least the closer she got to the library, and the farther she got from view from the Omega leader, she felt her spirits lightening slightly. Of course, upon entering the library and seeing the librarians behind the information desk casting dirty looks toward one patron in particular, she couldn't help but smile.

Felix was always such a trouble maker.

Taking a wide arc around the library, hoping to go unnoticed, she snuck up behind him, electricity glittering over her skin toward her finger, which gently came against the back of his neck. The shock wouldn't be too bad - just enough to hopefully startle his feet off the table. Either way, she couldn't help but release a little giggle, rounding the table and leaning against it with a hand on her hip.

"Look at you, being the bad boy of the library. You better watch it - those librarians are quiet, but stealthy. They'll get you when you least expect it."

Despite having several weeks to get her life back in order, Tara had done little more than start shopping for prom dresses online, catch up on her television shows and hang out with her friends. She was still behind in her classwork, though she was close to getting one of her classmates to write both her biology report and her World Cultures paper. It was amazing what a low cut shirt and a few flutters of the eyelashes could get her, and Tara was used to getting her way when it came to those kinds of things. For those reasons, she could hardly contain her excitement when she found out that her step-brother was going to be attending classes there. Of course, his way of orchestrating the reunion could have been more thought out - now that she had been training with her powers more, he should probably be a bit more worried about what she'd do to him. Still, at the end of the day she wouldn't be able to hurt him - her stepmom wouldn't be too thrilled with that, and the last thing she needed was to have her dad picking sides that were not in her favor. Not only could he be pretty cool to be around, but anytime she needed something she could usually talk him into helping her out. In this kind of environment, that kind of consistency could be quite an asset.

Still, they hadn't seen too much of each other since they were in the same place - as of right now, that suited her just fine. She didn't want him to think that she was too excited. Her bag slung over her shoulder, the brunette made her way through the hallways, a group of girls from her statistics class crowded around her talking about their hopes for Prom. Of course she was planning on going, but as to who she wanted to ask her, or what she was wearing at this point, she had no idea. She'd make that decision when it was necessary, but for now it was much more fun to see the carnage around her. Some were happy, some were nervous, some were just downright brokenhearted as they saw their hopeful dates making plans with others. It likely made her a bad person that she would take such morbid pleasure in it - she really didn't care.

"I'll see you guys later," she said simply, breaking away from the group as they started to coordinate colors so that she could make her way outside. As soon as she felt the sun on her face, she smiled, tilting her sun-kissed visage upwards slightly as a breeze washed over her, causing the navy blue skirt of her sundress to flutter. This was certainly more her element, and it looked like she wasn't the only one that thought spending time outdoors was a great idea. There was no where in particular for her to be, and so her steps took her innocently towards the lake. The brunette was quick to move out of the way as Reggie jogged by, giving her a smile and a wave as she passed before continuing on her way. As she passed by the den, she saw a familiar outline through the window, her lips twisting in a sideways grin.

A flutter if her fingers lifted a small clump of dirt from the ground, sending it flying towards the window to catch Dorian's attention. It would likely be difficult to startle him, but it at least gave her some sense of strange satisfaction. He was on her turf now, both literally and figuratively. It was all in good fun.

Continuing on her way, Tara eventually ended up at the lake, smiling at Leonardo. She could tell that something was troubling him, but she wasn't sure that she knew him well enough to just outright ask him about it. If he was anything like the rest of the students, it was likely something to do with the pending registration movement. The tension was certainly palpable, though Tara had to admit that she wasn't as worried about it as she probably should be. Of course, if they got their hands on Magneto, the apparent start of all this mess, she'd gladly show him just how much his dragging them into this kind of mess pissed her off.

Clearing her throat so that she didn't startle him, the brunette put on a small smile, arms crossing over her stomach as she moved to stand next to him, looking out over the water of the lake.

"Hey, DeVito. Glad to see you're alive. You know, even though we run in slightly different circles, I'd have thought we'd have run into each other by chance. I'm starting to get the feeling that you're avoiding me."

Hearing only one true note









Oh the body swayed to music

"Are you lost in your lies?
Do you tell yourself, 'I don't realize.'
Your crusade's a disguise.
Replaced freedom with fear,
You trade money for lives.
I'm aware of what you've done."

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Felix doing his best to wipe the amusement from his face he spared another glance towards the librarians before returning his gaze to his book. It was funny how mad they could get over something so simple. Clearly they were all way too uptight about their whole job and took themselves way too seriously. Typical librarian really, he found it quite amusing that even the librarians in a mutant school were no different. At least as far as he could tell.

He thought he heard the faint noise of someone sneaking up behind him, but just as he was about to turn around and look, he found out that it was much too late to not be caught by surprise. A finger touched his neck gently and shocked him enough that indeed his feet were taken off the table as he turned around. Of course he knew who it was before she came into sight. There weren't too many people who would have shocked him in such a playful way.

Giving Raine a look of disapproval he returned to his position and then just as a way to say 'nice try' put his feet back on the table. Her words were met with a shrug of sorts as he removed his eyes from her form before they lingered too long and returned to his book. "I think if I can survive an encounter with Magneto the librarians will be a piece of cake. Besides they are likely secretly crushing anyway. It seems to be going around a lot lately."

A glance towards her would tell her he was probably joking though as it was with him at times it could be hard to tell. He wasn't always so obvious with his jokes. Then, as if seeing her for the first time a quizzical look appeared on his face. "You know I am getting a very strong sense of deja vu right now. Do I know you? I feel like we might have been introduced before on this very spot. In this very library. We must have dated in a past life or something like that. Odd."

Holding out his hand he cleared his throat not quite able to stop the smirk from appearing on his face. "Felix Anderson a pleasure to meet you. Raine right? Wow how did I already know your name?" Removing his hand before she could shake he wasn't going to risk another 'playful' shock from Raine because he was being himself. Clearing his throat he returned to his book. "By the way I was promoted to the Omegas. I am not sure I should be talking to an Alpha anymore. I hear they have some kind of contagious disease."

Another glance would tell her he was indeed joking as he didn't want her to get upset as he gestured to a chair near him. "Please do have a seat so we can catch up brownie. How have you been? Well? Horrible? I did hear the Alphas were subjected to radiation. You aren't going to randomly grow a second head are you? Because as much as I enjoy looking at the first at times having to look at two of you will just be overkill." Giving a small smirk afterwards he waited for Raine's response. "You are way too fun to tease. Just thought I should let you know."

OOC: A blah post, but oh well.

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"I see pain, I see need,
I see liars and thieves,
Abused power with greed.
I had hope, I believed,
But I'm beginning to think that I've been deceived.
You will pay for what you've done."

Let your life be your dream.
xxxxxxxxxxxxIntegrity. Honesty.



xxx Codename: Sωanη
xxx Location: Courtyard

A single sheet of paper, folded neatly into a flower lazily rocked back and forth on a subtle breeze, and out of the view of it's creator. Holly watched with a distant gaze as the single sheet disappear; her mind racing beneath her collected facade. She'd always needed t keep her hand busy when she was worried, and anyone that knew her would be able too see clear through her shell.

I would seem that she wasn't the only one stuck thinking about the bill, though. The entire school seemed on edge. Just this morning, Emma Frost had briefed her on having become a member of the Junior X-Men's Omega team, and also seemed on edge. She never once broke her calm exterior but her body language, her facial expressions, and even her tone had all given clear cut hints that her mind wasn't with Holly.

Her grandfather was frantic over the bill; both petrified and livid. Like she was sure many other mutant parents had, he'd also tried to talk Holly into coming home. She saw where the man came from, and was truly tempted to do so, but knew the academy was where she was safest. She'd made sure he know too, and in the end, it was decided that she'd remain as she was. He'd also assured her that, whether or not she signed, she'd always be welcome home; fugitive or not. The conversation was undoubtedly the deepest one they'd ever had, and the teenage girl had spent the rest of the night crying.

The tiniest smile made it's way to her lips – she knew she had a great excuse to worry, but also knew it did her little good. She'd resolved to herself long ago to resisting registration with all she could muster. She decided that she wouldn't sign away her rights away to the government, to matter how harsh the penalty. She wouldn't be a lab-rat submit to cruel experimentation, and she refused to let anyone lock her away for crimes she hadn't even committed. If that made her a criminal, so be it – she'd still have her pride left. She knew where she stood, and so did Scott and Emma. At this point, all she could do was wait.

Having finished another flower as she was off in her own thought she held it high and let it go into the wind, watching as it blew away. Squinting as it made it's way off, she could only hope that things would go for the best. If all went for the best, she'd remain free, just as that wind that had carried away her flower.