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My hearts longs for some peace!

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Alex couldn't help but chuckle as well. She did know how lucky she was to have the ability she had. It was easily hidden behind the image of a sickly girl. One whose ability could be attributed to having sensitive senses. However, that didn't stop her from thinking Reggie's ability to be something worthwhile. "True, but then you would have to deal with hearing things you kind of wish you hadn't." While the tone had been joking, there had been a bit of seriousness to it. Even though her hearing was nothing like sound manipulators, the enhanced hearing could pick up things from a good distance. Thus, she knew what it was like to ease drop on accident. Not a pleasant experience.

Her eyes watched as Reggie had gone over to a car. The French girl couldn't help but feel amazement at how quickly the girl turned into steel. Once Reggie had finished, she nodded and started to follow her. "I guess you can make yourself into a literal man of steel! Well...woman of steel in your case..." The sensory adaptor hadn't meant to be offensive. It was post to be a funny reference to Superman, but instead turned out corny. "Just forget I said that." Her voice sounded soft as she spotted two men rushing towards Reggie.

Admittedly, Alex felt a bit helpless as she watched the woman of steel fight off the two men. A small bit of pity went through her as she heard the sound of bone cracking. I'm glad I have never had to deal with broken bones before. That is one perk of being babied due to having a weak immune system. You don't get into situations where you could break a bone. From Reggie's voice, she could tell the girl felt a bit guilty for breaking the man's jaw. I guess that is something some have to watch out for when using their power.

The girl caught up to Reggie as they started heading to the mall once more. "I'm sure he will be alright. After all, a bone can easily mend itself." She bite her lip slightly, hope she hadn't made Reggie feel even more guilty. However, Alex knew this was no time to be focusing on pep talks. That was shown easily as Reggie kept getting hit the further they got into the mall. Do Americans not get the whole, you probably should not do that after seeing someone else get hurt? The girl could feel fear try to creep its way in as people tried attacking her as well. But luckily, they seemed less in number than people attacking Reggie. Maybe they think I am too frail to be a mutant?

At one point, the French girl had felt someone trying to pull her away. It took a bit of struggle to get out of the woman's grasp. Luckily, the woman didn't try again as Reggie had finished breaking up another fight. "Guess having a frail appearance does come in handy huh?" A small joking smile appeared on her lips. That will not work for appearing intimidating. I probably look a tiny white mouse in a field full of snakes. Reggie's comment about seeing anything odd made her close her eyes for a second. After a tiny bit, her eyes opened. They didn't appear different, but her sight now could see through the mob better than it could without the enhancement.

"Give me a second." Her head started to turn, taking in anything odd that she might find through the chaotic mob. She noticed one group that contained a muscular man(Dimitri), a black haired girl(Bianca), and three children. "I see a group over there that looks like they might need assistance protecting those children." The eighteen year pointed in the group’s direction. Then, Alex moved her head again, seeing two men bullying a multi-colored haired girl a little beyond the fountain. Her enhanced eyes could see the glitter as clear as day. "Seems there are two guys bullying on a girl just a little beyond the fountain. Her power seems to have something to do with glitter." Then, her blue-green eyes looked at the scene closer to the fountain.

This group involved a auburn haired woman(Bella), a dark haired man(Leo), and a spider-women who appeared extremely angry. "Over there by the fountain is another group. Seems two people, a man and female, are dealing with an angry spider-woman. I say they might need assistance as quickly as possible." Since Alex hadn't been there for the meeting earlier, she had no idea the two people were mutants or Alphas for that matter. Before returning her eyes back to normal, she had noticed a blond haired girl(Aurelie) standing with a Yankee hat on her head. Does she need help? The French girl couldn't tell, and decided that would be unnecessary detail to mention.

It took a few moments for Alex to make her vision go back to normal. Thus, she hadn't seen Eli waving at them. However, she had heard his voice through the comm. A small giggle couldn't help but leave her lips. The poor dear! I cannot help but feel sorry for his stroke of luck. Her eyes had opened just in time to see Reggie tugged slightly. The girl tilted her head as she noticed Eli nearby. "Eli! Over here!" She waved to him with a grin on her face. "Though, got to ask Eli. Do you always find yourself at the scene of the crime?" The teasing tone showed she only wanted to mess with Eli. "After all, must be bad getting blamed for doors falling off their hinges." She assumed from his comm that it had probably had come off its hinges or something like that. "But enough about that, shall we go help them while we still have the means to do so?" Her finger pointed to the woman's(Bella's) group with a curious tilt of her head.

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"We will drink our fill of Alpha
Then, of golden sunshine that spills into the mall
Till our brains intertwine with Reggie and Eli"

Letting out a sigh at Alex's statement, Eli shook his head slightly. "Not really, it was all an accident, I swear!" Why was it Eli always got into trouble? And it was never with the enemy either. Well, you could call Narcissa and her clique of falsely proclaimed 'queens.' But that was a different story.

"It looks like they can handle their own, It's Siren we're talking about after all. She can cover her own." He said, scanning the chaos around them. What should they do? Yet, it seemed everyone was holding their own, and most of the innocent bystanders. Maybe going to assist Bella and her group would be best. Eli wasn't that great of a tactician anyway, so their assistance could potentially be needed.

"Alright then, let's go." He said starting towards Bella. "And sorry for scaring you Flintlock, I'm Elliot, I go by Eli, and in the field I'm called Rail Gun." He stated in their movement. He truly didn't intend to even move her an inch, he just wanted to add that slight little tug, nothing more than that.

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




Narcissa was many things… An heiress, a hot blond, and perhaps most importantly—A fighter. She could shop with an efficiency and skill that could make most teenage girls sigh in envy… But that was all part of the persona that she gave people around her… Very, very few people would ever figure out that there was more to her than a cruel, cold, materialistic b***h. Flirting and flouncing were simply the ways of an air head… And to maintain a certain level of shock value—She worked the life of a mean girl, to it’s utmost.

But the place that she so clearly thrived was in the middle of a fight…Big or small, it seemed that with every scrimmage, the frivolous pieces of her fell away. Of course, her cruelty remained… That was too deeply ingrained to lose completely. As did her wondrous mood swings… But she gave her all, when it came to leading the Omega’s. She took her position as the Red Queen very seriously.

She had a tendency of…Perhaps not always making the morally correct choice…But she would make the best choices for her team, given the information she had to work with at the time. Nevertheless, as she avoided gunfire with a stealth that her spoiled rich girl attitude would have never supported, she watched her team—Especially the new members…Evaluating how they fought. How they responded to their environment, and to each other.

It would give her a good idea what they would need to work on for a real training session.

She did notice that one of her Omega’s was missing…Daylia. She hadn’t seen the girl much since their Halloween town episode… But to be fair, the girl had been turned into a fat clown with a tear away face on a unicycle.

Narcissa couldn’t quite blame her, if that was the reason for her absence.

Orchid tossed a swift barb out about the men in the area, and their lack of imagination—And the sun goddess found her self smirking as she watched the girl pick up guns with her -hair-. Holding guns…With her -hair-. Now that was imaginative… “Don’t point that out Covet—You might start giving them ideas.”

“And we all know what happens when men start thinking.”

Her words were, for the most part—In jest. Though her tone was plenty serious enough, that anyone near her would have been left guessing. Was Narcissa Grace really a sexist feminist? The answer to that was no…But…The Red Queen liked to allow her teammates to come to their own conclusions.

Especially, about her.

It made it just that much more fun later on.

She listened to the conversations going on over the comm’s—The offers of assistance from Roland, the notifications going across her own comm about her teams damage ratio’s… Normally she kept strict track of them. But this was a game, something that should be a fun game… So she did her best to ignore it as shots tore up the brick above her head.

Damn these holograms had terrible aim.

And speaking of terrible aim—Her eyes caught sight of Kraken shooting a soldier… Or rather missing, at point blank range. If it were…Anyone else… Anyone else at all that had been on her team as long as he had— She would have likely come down on them. Hard. But as odd as his methods were…The squid-man seemed to get the job done…Even now, hitting the enemy with the gun, since apparently firing it was a bad plan. And that was good enough. Anything, that got the job done. That kept them alive.

In Narcissa’s eyes… Half of her team was green. More than half. Even if they’d been through a mission or two… They were all still young blood to her, simply biding their time to a terrible mistake.

She was at least, mollified that most of them seemed to have good instincts.

Knoxx asked for the cover Paladin had offered, and Sidetrack let off an energy blast not far away…She hadn’t so much as seen the light it caused—But felt it. Energy of all kinds called to her. Her eyes sweep the rooftops for Psyche… Knowing that the girl tended to go towards higher ground. She wasn’t able to find her, before needing to move again—Staying in one place too long made her an open target.

She heard Christian’s warning about a sniper, and she shook her head…Of course, there would be a sniper in a generic laser tag session. The danger room really had some issues it needed to work out with itself.

Hearing Dice’s reply about her uniform, her eyes rolled heavenward as her wrist twisted around and low grade ball of light percolated in her palm. Choosing her target wisely, she let her ability fly… And almost as if she’d used a laser sight, it moved with precision, slamming once again, into the chest of the hologram…Turning him to dust… “I’m sorry Dice—Couldn’t hear you over being shot at.”

“You said you have a fetish for whips and chains? I’ll be sure to let everyone know.”

It was nigh impossible for her not to pick on the Slovenian…He was just too easy. Though he didn’t often offer his emotions and thoughts for easy reading…Narcissa could tell all the same that her teasing succeeded with it’s intent. The sun goddess chuckled aloud, hearing Aren’s response from beside her, the tree that the hid behind literally being eaten alive by green flashes of light that cracked through the air, whistling as they came closer.

“Are you saying that Dice prefers men?”, she questioned casually, again, forming another ball of light in her hand… In a game like this, she would only ever use the lowest grade version of her power… Which was still enough to hurt like hell, if someone got tagged with one of her shots.

He mentioned that she was indeed, hot in leather—And her smirk said everything. “Told you so.”

And she had, while drugged on Catalina.

“It’s part of my strategy. Targets are much easier to hit if they’re standing still drooling-- Close your eyes.”, she teased and ordered of the native—Nodding her head towards a building off to the side. She released a flash of light, enough to blind their attackers and then nudged Aren in the right direction. “You can open them.”

Once in the cover of a building, things got trickier… Narcissa switched to the single gun she’d picked up. The last thing she wanted to do was bring the simulated building down on their heads by firing off her ability willy nilly… Only to watch Aren try to nail Dom with a shot in the back as he went to assist Knoxx. She shook her head, and her thoughts returned back to the sim as she lead her way into the building… Gun extended as she opened doors with her boot.

A guard came around the corner, and she fired a single shot in the middle of his forehead—Sending him to dust with the others. “… I can’t say how much I enjoy fighting against glorified dust bunnies.”

“But I’ll bloody take this sim over looking like a pumpkin got it on with a demon zombie…”, she trailed off…Heading up a set of dilapidated stairs. She walked carefully, staying close to the wall. Her own damage ratio had gone down some—Likely from when they’d been shot at outside…But she often used the damage ratio as a life bar for herself… She’d keep moving, until it ran out.

Exactly as if they were on a real mission. Keep fighting, or die trying.
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Omega, Location: Danger Room
Ace huh?

"Paladin in the field Ace." He replied back to Lorelle, rubbing his shoulder after he finished reloading, still taking an interest in her eyes. They were as different as Roland's were at the given moment. When she made a note of there being more on the roof he raised an eyebrow, "I'm gonna guess extra sensory adaptation?", he'd been around Logan enough to understand that concept. The guy could smell out a beer in the fridge from the otherside of the building, and that was after he had a cigar or two.

Rave arrived a moment after, saying that we'd missed several targets approaching from our entrance, "Appreciate the assistance Rave, and not a bad idea about watching the stairs." Roland knew well enough that despite his absence from his first experience on the team, he still held seniority and that would only prove to be a problem if Roland ordered him to do something. So for the time being, he was simply going to ask him or perhaps call out to someone like him or Christian or Narcissa to see if they approved of his idea.

Come to think of it, where the hell was their golden avatar of doom? Not that he missed her, he just wondered where his boss was in all of this. Solaris seemed to be one that after all the experiences he could imagine she'd gone through, something like this would be great for her to unwind. At least that's what he thought, for all he knew she could be up in the control room laughing her golden little head off. She seemed to be the type that enjoyed the suffering of others.

"Think we should set up a barricade or something?" he asked Rave, the idea coming to him as he realized the stairs could be a nice funnel point, "We make it harder for them to come in here, we can pick them off as they come. If you guys got any ideas, please feel free to share, I'm simply throwing that one out there." The hotel beds and furniture could be useful to set up a block on the stairs, leave someone like Rave there who was a good shot, Roland could watch the other side of the hall for anyone else and Ace could chill in the middle and give them reports on enemy numbers approaching. The only draw back is that they could be trapped there. However, if they got more people, especially someone who could provide a quick getaway that would also be very useful. He just hoped something like that came along, and soon.

Omega - DR - Charlies? In the trees?

From the position he was huddled at, Christian couldn’t get a good bead on where the sniper fire was coming from. He knew it was in the building dead ahead, but he wasn’t sure exactly where the foe was positioned. Even with his infinite patience, he couldn’t help but to take a few pot shots at encroaching guardsmen as they marched absently down the street. A shot in the shoulder, another in a guard’s chest, and one that seemed to blow through another’s face and three were down in a matter of moments. It was a shame for him that his having fun was making him a sitting duck.

He heard a large caliber round be fired and heard it carom off of a chunk of concrete that sat next to him. The guy got a little too close for comfort, but that shot gave him a good idea of where the enemy fire was coming from. Tracing an invisible line from the crater to the building, Christian surmised that the opposing sniper was not on the rooftop, yet was nestled safely in one of the upper floor’s windows. That was going to make things a tad more difficult still, though the fact that he was using a hunting rifle against something that seemed to be used against armored foes wasn’t lost upon him.

One or two hits from that, and I’m toast, he thought as he heard Paladin’s voice over the comm stating he was laying down some suppressive fire. It worked in drawing out the sniper, but by the curses that were coming over the comm, Christian knew that there was some sacrifice that was made. His eyes didn’t miss the muzzle flash and almost instantly, Christian adjusted his aim by a centimeter and fired off one shot before wasting half a second to pull the bolt back and slam it into position. Catching the glint of a bit of light as the sniper readjusted his aim towards the prone Omega, Christian fired off one final shot… a shot that hit its mark; the sight of a falling guardsman from a fifth story window telling him all he needed to know.

“Sniper’s down,” he drawled into his comm as he took a few more potshots at some more advancing guards, “But there seems to be a lot goin’ on at street level. Assistance not necessary.” Christian could tell that most everyone had made their way into any of the buildings that were littered throughout this simulation, but he had no want to do that. He preferred open area combat, the only time he fought in close quarters was during the Limbo debacle. That showed him enough that his weapon of choice wasn’t quite as efficient fighting in that environment. One last shot was taken from his rifle and he immediately ducked down behind his cover of rubble and began to reload his gun. Luckily, when he grabbed the rifle, he was in a sound enough mind to grab a few clips to sustain whatever offense or defense was needed. But a few clips weren’t going to be enough.

Slamming more ammo into the feed, Christian popped up on one knee from his position and began to volley shots off with the encroaching guards. A few of their’s hit the mark, slamming Christian hard in his shoulder twice and another that just grazed by his ear. He saw the damage meter on his comm ratchet down pretty rapidly after taking the two shots in the shoulder, but he wasn’t out. Not yet. In an effort to conserve bullets, Christian clenched his right fist and leveled it at a group of four guards who were rushing at him. A deep blue light shone around him momentarily as he ripped off a concussive blast, a blast that sent the guards falling around like so many bowling pins. By his estimation, he had only a couple more energy blasts left to unleash, again conservation was going to have to be his game.

“C’mon you bastards,” Christian grumbled through whatever pain it was he was ‘feeling’. Every time he saw guards coming at him, he’d fire off a shot, taking out at least one of them. But this was a failing attempt. The knowledge that he needed to get indoors wasn’t lost upon him at all, and the round that hit him in the hand, taking his damage meter down even further told him all he needed to know. He needed to get out of the open area.

In a dead-on sprint, Christian ran across the street dodging gunfire and slammed his shoulder hard into the door, knocking the thing wide open. He didn’t waste time shutting it behind him, all he knew was that he needed to hide out for a moment, to regain his bearings. In the midst of all the chaos, he was able to take a knee and catch his breath before trying to decide what to do now. He had cover, but he did see a staircase on the other side of the room. Go upstairs or hold the position down here… he was lost on what to do… that was until he figured it best to try and keep things suppressed on the ground level. Crawling towards the nearest window, Christian saw it was already broken out. A good thing that he didn’t have to do it himself and give away his position again… not that darting across the street and into the building didn’t do a good enough job of that.