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OOC: First, you should post your bio to the Bios thread so we all know who your character is. Second, you can bring your character into the game. If your character is gonig to Xavier's, we have NPCs there. Or you can try to have your character jump into the fight going on now. That's your call. Third, this thread here is the RP thread so we try to keep OOC to a minimum. Harry's Hideaway is kind of our OOC thread. I'll be online most of the afternoon so you can PM me if you need help. Oh and welcome smile

"s**t, what are you made out of? Pure evil?," Scion's opponent said as she stumbled back holding her arm. He had connected. One point for him.

"That, I suppose, is the long and short of it," replied the young man as he lunged at her again, blade crashing against blade. She was good. Real good. He would have to remember to commend her on her skills next time they met. He had fought against alot of other mutants and won. He had even bested some of Magneto's fiercest followers. Single-handedly. But this girl was something of an anamoly.

Still, they kept on fighting even as a van pulled up to the scene only to be promptly destroyed in the melee. He heard his opponent say something sarcastic like, which Jacen, in turn, struck. Without effort, she blocked his shot and started to fight back more fiercely. Feeling brave, Jacen withdrew his sword and started to toy with the girl. Strike after strike missed, as Jacen dodged the sword slashes. On one thrust, she managed to barely cut his side, although the pain did much to confuse him on the severity of the wound.

As he was hunched over, he could feel pure rage starting to flow to him again. It was Wanda. She was free and on the warpath. Jacen smiled, while looking at the dirt at his feet. He needed a moment to attack. And that moment came when his opponent went for an overhead slash. Instantly, Jacen strengthened himself once more and threw a heavy shoulder into the girl's midsection, knocking her on her a**.

"That's what you get for being dishonorable and trying to strike me while I'm down," Scion chided as he withdrew his sword and held it at her throat. "Now get up so we can finish this!!"

Slowly, she stood up to her feet holding her sword out for yet another round of combat. Jacen casually glanced at her arm and noticed it was healing up. This...may prove more difficult that I imagined...., he thought as they continued. Suddenly, that blonde girl from the other day stepped in, slicing wildly with something.

"YOU!!!," Scion yelled as he grew angry that someone had interrupted their duel.

"Sorry, we have to cut and run," the smaller blonde girl said to him as she started to lead her friend away from the fray.

Jacen growled as he could no longer contain his rage. With one step, he leapt at the duo as they were leaving, though he was met with something....out of the ordinary. The blonde just stuck her arm out, which somehow looked as it it were bladed. Jacen stopped immediately in his tracks when the point was just a centimeter away from his Adam's apple.

"I said we have to run," the girl admonished. "Now stand down."

Jacen just stared hard in the girl's eyes. The kind of stare that would kill an elephant from a thousand yards away. The kind of stare that would freeze the blood of a certain mister Charles Manson. As he looked straight at her, he didn't know how to explain it, but it felt like he knew her. There was something familiar about her face. He couldn't place it, but he honestly felt like he should know her. Reluctantly, Jacen made his blade dissipate.

"Have it your way," Jacen said as he took a step back for his own saftey, "Though next time.....if you interrupt my fight, it shall be your head resting squarely on a pigpole." He clutched his side as he let himself power down. Maybe this was a good time to regroup, he wasn't sure. Though he was sure of one thing. The next time he met that girl in combat, either of them, he wouldn't hold anything back at all.

OOC: Well it seems that both the Brotherhood and X-Men will be ending up in the Savage Land. Moren, whenever you can, have your buddies come in and take us out... weird mutant powers, sleeping gas... whatever. Everybody seems to be in the same place so now is good.

IC:

Penny hoped they met again. She had made a dishonorable move which did go against her own principles. The heat of the moment got to her as it usually did.

There was mad choas about them still. The van was up in flames. Jean Grey had been struck in the head by a brick so she was down for the count. Kurt and Kitty were nowhere to be seen, they had taken civillians out of the danger area. Suddently, a twelve foot wall of flames shot up from where fireboy and another girl were with Morgan.

Penny turned around for a moment, "Hey, I'm not that dishonorable. What is the name of my opponent?"

He powered down, clenched his jaw, and said, "Scion."

She nodded sheathing her sword, "Penance. Now let's get Morgan."

Anna looked at Scion dangerously, but when she saw him look towards her face as though deep in thought, she felt somewhat confused. It was like he was trying to analyze her or something. She blinked and broke their gaze, then turned with Penance and started moving away.

She hadn't taken more than 3 steps when a strange mechanical prong rose from the ground not far from her, and isuddenly she felt somewhat hollow, like she'd just been hit with some kind of aerial wave. She didn't have much time to worry about that, though, as the moment she went to ask what was going on, a painful stab in the side of her neck knocked her too her knees and took the wind out of her.

As a reaction, she leapt to her feet. It felt like an enormous bee had just stung her in the neck, she fumbled with clumsy fingers to find a small metal object in her neck, but that was all the time she had, as the moment she found it, her eyes drained of colour and she met the ground.

OOC: So much to catch up on.

Thanks chuck... stare xp
BIC:

Victor, after all the confusion of the X-Men and their headquarters. Trying to absorb and process all the information got into the... X-Van anyway after the others. Right... And I'm doing this because... It's a way to change my life. To survive and maybe do things I actually enjoy doing again. An opportunity like this will never come again. He went along with the ride and once on arrival, they got attacked. "Holy-!" He yellrf as a woot, fireball came zooming across the air. Not knowing how his power will be of any use, he called out. "Students of the Institude! Get over here. NOW!" Not knowing who's who seriously but repeating after a friendly command, he did what his mind can connect with, mobile phones.

As his mind linked with them all in the area where the students are in Victor's sight, every cell phone began to ring at the same time. There... Not much but it's a start. He grumbled abit as he looked around. "Who's who!?" Still not sure who's who that he came with in the Van, Anna, Jean, someone, someone... All the new information was trying to overload Victor's mental system as his brain tried to catch up with all the new information. "Okay, which students are we after?" He asked the others as he maintained his connection over the cell phone, letting them ring and ring as they dialed their own number continuously. Althought Victor had a cellphone that he picked up off the floor in his hand to use that as a focus, his main focus was on getting the students he and the others were sent to pick up.

Suddenly shuddering, Victor dropped the cell in his hand before clutching his head between his hands. His brain finally absorbing and processed all the information but the connect that he had with the cellphone was the last distraction. As Victor didn't drop his connection with the cells, his mind overloaded as a pulse of energy travelled to all the cellphone linked through the sub-space connection. The pulse of energy was enough to make the cellphones explode with a 'pop'. The explosions aren't large, but clearly audiable even through the noise from everywhere. "Oh no..."

Victor quickly let go of the cell-connection as he feels so surprised. My head will have a headache for hours... As soon as he thought that, a headache came. Bleh... He looked on, trying to stay calm without showing too much as he let his hands drop to his sides.

Jacen nodded in agreement to his adversary, the one called Penance. She was right, they would meet again, although it'd be under different circumstances.

"Let's get Morgan," she had said to her friend.

Get him out of here before Pyro chars his flesh. Good idea., Jacen thought as he looked out at his teammates. Pyro and Wanda were firmly against the weather witch hoverring high above them. Pietro was still tending to the stragglers, and where was Jacen? Holding his side in a moderate degree of pain.

"That's gonna smart later," Jacen said, resolving to clean out then soak in the tub back at the Brotherhood hovel. Hobbling slightly, he started to walk towards his friends, thinking they should start to regroup and head out. Then he saw Wanda's blonde friend hit the dirt rather abruptly. "The ********?!?!?," Jacen exclaimed as he saw Pyro, then Wanda, and Penance's friend all hit the ground.

Suddenly, he heard Penance's voice loud and clear. "RUN!!"

He tried. Damn, did he try to get away. Then there was a huge plume of gas that rolled in like a fog. Using a bit of quick thinking, Jacen grabbed up the soaked shirt hanging out of his back pocket and wrapped it hastily around his face to filter out the harmful gas.

We've still one standing, sir.

Keep him alive, soldier.

Jacen didn't like the sound of that. But he couldn't see anything. Suddenly, he heard a clank, like metal hitting metal. Granted, he could barely move, but he was going to try and fight anyways. As fast as he could, he tried to fire a blast of energy but to no avail. That pissed him off. The soldier got in closer with a taser in his hand. Conciously, Jacen tried to throw the soldiers into riotous frenzy. Not that he cared about the others, but it was his duty to watch over them. Must be out of options...., Jacen thought as the soldier got within striking distance of him, And I'm powerless....come on....think back to your combat training....

The soldier went to zap Jacen with his taser, but was met with a firm grip on his wrist. With as smooth a motion as he could muster, he had the soldier's arm wrapped around his own throat with Jacen's arm grapevined around his head. A modified chokehold. While applying pressure, Jacen kicked the soldier's knees out from under him, sending him to the ground, forcing him to choke himself out essentially. The soldier though was smart, and ripped away Jacen's makeshift gasmask.

"Stand....back....," Jacen said groggily as he started to grind the heel of his hand into the soldier's vertebrae, "Your friend...will....AHH!!!"

There was a sharp pain in his neck and his back. Two of the group snuck in behind him and took him out effortlessly.

You ok, soldier?, one of the men asked.

Yes I am, thank you sir, the lower ranking soldier asked.

Alright, everyone, the man in charge said to everyone in his squad, Round up the prisoners, and prepare them for transport. Move out, squad!

And they did just that, prepping all the unconcious mutants by binding and putting them into the equivalent of cages. Then, almost as soon as they had arrived on the scene, the only reminder of what just happened were one empty gas canister, charred grass, a big mud puddle, and a few destroyed vehicles.

Her head felt so heavy when the gas started wearing off. Of course, she didn't want to make it obvious to whoever the hell it was that she was starting to wake up. Not that she felt she could do much. The first thing she noticed was that her mutant abilities had not returned. Penny still felt like half of herself. There was a heavy collar around her neck. She assumed it was either a shock collar to keep them under control or it was the culprit to her abilities being masked.

She slightly opened her eyes to see what was around. Cages, they were all caged like animals. Not everybody was there, though. She immediately saw that Kitty, Rogue, Kurt, and Ororo were not there. Did they escape or were they not even wanted? Everybody else from the fight were on the floor of their cages or slumped over. Some seemed like they were starting to wake up.

Were they on a plane? Were they on a truck? The ride seemed too smooth to be a truck. Her weapons were gone. So was her jacket.

"Sir, some of them are waking." One of the operatives said over walkie talky.

Another mist of gas filtered through the room.

"Well, that's one way to keep us quiet," Penny thought to herself and fell back into her state of blackness.

OOC: Guys....I may or may not be around alot for the next few weeks. My mom went in for her surgery today and...well...... I just may not be around for awhile. If you have to, NPC Jacen. I don't care.

IC:"Sir, some of them are waking," Jacen had heard someone say as he was waking from his forced slumber.

True, some of them were waking. At least the ones with some testicular fortitude. When Jacen felt sufficient enough to move, he couldn't. Apparently, their captors took it upon themselves to chain Jacen's arms to each side of his cage. "Ugh..my.....," Jacen stammered as he got sick right at his feet.

Nausea always followed anesthetic. He knew that, but was surprised that he had hurled as much as he did. As he looked around, he noticed someone else was stirring. Penance, as she identified herself as, was starting to wake up. He was about to say something when yet another gas cloud hit and started to roll through the cages. His adversary was now knocked out yet again.

Not good, he thought as he quickly held his breath. The strain on his lungs was nearly unbearable, but he had to do this. He didn't want to get knocked out again. One minute had passed and the gas was still rolling in. Jacen nearly choked, but held it back. He didn't want to alert everyone. Just when he thought he was going to have to succumb to another forced sleep, the gas dissipated and Jacen exhaled heavily.

Bide your time, Jacen, he told himself, Feign sleep, but keep your ears open. Then he heard footsteps.

Sir, one of the guards said rather loudly, This one got sick in his cage.

Well, when we hit the destination, rub his nose in it. Like the dog he is.

Like a dog...., Jacen repeated in his mind, Take away these inhibitors and shackles....I'll show you who the dogs are. Silently, he hung there, pretending to be out cold. He needed to garner information. And from the looks of everyone caught and unconcious, they were going to need all the info they could get.