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 Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 5:41 pm
 LOCATION: DORM HALLS > ROOM > SIM // COMPANY: FARREN, BLAKE // THOUGHTS: JELLY? // MUSIC: BLOODY MARY // CLOTHES: XX
This is a fight to the d e a t h,xxxxxxxx
Our holy war,xx
A new romance,xxxxxxxxxxx
A trojan whorexxxxx
We will, we will, we will rise again
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This is a f i g h t for the day,xxxxx
Night,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Black and whitexxxxxxxx
A victory dance,xxxxxx
A burning riotxxxxxxxxxxxx
We will, we will, we will r i s e again
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2017 7:50 am
  
The tension in the air felt like a thick fog when Katerina shifted back to herself. Though most might have allowed their gaze to wander elsewhere, she didn’t. It was a small, subtle way to show the Italian she accepted her. All of her. Aurelie’s features pinched ever so slightly when she voiced her regret regarding Leonardo, but Kat managed to pull a smile out of her anyway. “Women might be a better idea... ” She said, mildly amused as she shared a joke with her friend. “Between Dom and Rossi… It’s obvious that my taste in men has gotten no better since coming here.”
She hadn’t expected Kat to fall right back into the hostility, and she flinched at how quickly things went downhill. Tensing, the would-be ballerina found herself caught between the proverbial rock and a hard place. She definitely didn’t approve of the ex-hydra agent’s actions, but pulling her off would be a betrayal. Whispering this to Bella, the Alpha lead seemed to understand that doing so would only make things worse. Nervously, she glanced over at Roland and watched the tick in his jawline, but he too hesitated.
“Prove to me that you aren’t pathetic.” And in that moment, Bella flipped the tables, landing Kat on her back. “This can’t go on…” She said to no one in particular.
Bella stood up, and Aurelie knelt down beside her friend as Roland started issuing his own threats. A warning flashed in her eyes as she glanced up at him. Facing hostility with more violence would only feed this sort of behavior. If he thought he was helping - he wasn’t. Reacting that way would only ever make it worse. Had he learned nothing from Xavier’s philosophies? Thankfully, the hispanic seemed to know the same thing and kindly asked him to back off.
Tugging at her best friend’s wrist, she gently tried to pull her out of the storm of emotions, bring her back down to the fun-loving, kittenish girl she had been just ten minutes before. Rolling her eyes at the accusation that he was in love with Bella too, a touch of bitterness unrelated to the Omega giant filled her. The sound manipulator denied it, but Aurelie couldn’t help but wonder, given how strong his response was.
“I wouldn’t be surprised.” She whispered to her bestie with a small laugh to mask the envy it drudged up. It didn’t even make sense; she had Dominik when Leo had Bella… Why did it even matter? What sort of person was she, to have someone in her life and not want the same for the animal mimic? Closing her eyes, long eyelashes swept over her cheeks as she tried to forget how selfish she was.
Quietly coaxing her best friend to let the fight go for another day, she locked her arm within Kat’s. Her voice warm, she asked the Italian what she would rather do since training had gone awry, and she let a small laugh escape her at the woman’s response. “You’re incorrigible.”
Kat hurled one more line toward the Alpha leader, and Aurelie shook her head, a small smirk touching her lips. “You’re going to work yourself up again, dear.” Leaving the Italian’s side for a moment, she gathered their things off the bench and whispered to Bella once more. “She is just lost and was never taught to have a moral compass. If I can help her see… and people -” Her sapphire eyes touched on the still seething Roland with a little concern. With the intensity of his reaction, a part of her wondered if he was just as much of a monster on the inside as everyone thought Kat was. But who would save him? “Will stop reacting to her violence with anything other than patience…” The hope in her voice seemed to fill the room even though her voice never rose above her secretive whisper.
“She is worth knowing.” Winning a spot in the spy’s heart had been her greatest achievement. Not because it was hard-won, because it hadn’t been. But because that bond would last a lifetime.
Linking back up with Kat, she carried their bags with an invisible force behind them. Looking over her friend, her mouth tugged downward with a frown, her beautiful features a mix of concerned and sympathizing, as if forgetting entirely that the shape shifter had started it. “Let’s get you some saltine crackers and go from there.”
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iPixie Bunni Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 5:44 pm
"LIkewise," he stated in regards to having the pleasure of meeting the figure before him. Given how nine times out of ten he preferred seclusion, it was great to interact with someone else for the time being. He extended a hand to shake the others, seemingly minding his manners.
"All it takes is just a spark with jokes, I'm told," he continued. "Then from there, the Alphas light everything up like the Fourth of July."
Given most of his events with that team, that was hardly far from the truth. There was the one outing at the mall to the prom that mostly went wrong the next day because some cranky republican -He would call this man that even if it wasn't his actual political stance no matter what- decided it was a good idea to make giant robots and have them fly out to capture mutants. How could one forget raiding said base in the middle the night too? Nothing perhaps topped it off more than them pulling a rescue for detained mutants, which culminated in him finding himself surrounded by a woman who wanted to practically kill their team leader. Kudos to her if she ever succeeded or something happened to her in a strange series of turnabouts. But who was it he could mostly say was the catalyst for these source of problems? Modestly so, the Alphas.
He walked over to the bench and racks, where the guns and other equipment lay, Marcel reaching for a set of goggles and some protective headsets, that of which he didn't wear right away. He just let them rest around his neck, rather, while the goggles, he just kept in his hands until he was curious enough to see how they exactly would look on him. It would have to wait though. He was in learning phase and that required him to reach into his gray cargo pants for a small notebook he carried around as well as a pen, Marcel ready to take notes from Cameron.
Apparently just asking him if he was proficient with a gun as all it took, sort of like the spark jest he made not too long ago. He watched the male disassemble and reassemble the gun he had before him in what Marcel could surmise as a possible record time. That itself was complete with the male grinning from ear to ear. After that was said and done, Cameron began to explain the process, affirming that it was indeed fit for a pistol, but a 9mm to be exact. Still, from the method of which he explained it, Marcel wouldn't be able to exactly see how it would affect a gun from it's infrastructure unless he or Beast intentionally sought to make the experimental round faulty. Clearly, they didn't, but perhaps he could do that for later, anyways. It was interesting however to just hear the male speak of this particular subject, which reminded him of his days back in Texas, but not in a good way given the chase from the proverbial rednecks who hid their hatred for mutants as opposed to a particular ethnic background. Funny how memory worked at times. Still, he chuckled a bit at the figure when Cameron tried to figure out what kind of Laser Tag was being played.
"This game of tag was a bit different," he explained. "It involved cyber constructs of civilians and enemies with everyone being able to form their guns in the matter of their comfort. I guess for some reason, I prefer a pistol even though I've hardly touched one. It even had two teams complete with their powersets, one of which I sort of pissed off and almost made Hell on Earth."
Oh, that was in reference to Cameron's leader, but the gist at the end of the day was that this was the moment he was seeking. He would practically get to see something he made fire off on one of the various dummies rigged around the range. "Of course, I have no qualms in letting you have all the fun."
He knew just the basics about firing the gun. He thought about flicking the safeties off, but he couldn't resist in just this one instance letting an opportunity slide. He turned the gun upside down, letting his pinky rest around the trigger. "What if I intend to shoot like this, though? I've been told that it's a popular craze to some anime and if I'm lucky enough, then I'm guaranteed to shoot twice more effectively than Stormtroopers."
He moved the gun back into a proper firing position, paying attention to what Cameron said before. His brown eyes aimed down the sights a bit, the male not wanting to test his luck by trying to aim for the face of the figure itself, rather the more broader area which happened to be the chest. The hammer was clicked back and after thoroughly thinking it over, he squeezed the trigger with his index finger, the hammer to the gun going forth.
The bullet soared through the air, the trajectory perhaps flawed, but the intended mark striking near the abdominal region all the same. The bullet itself didn't pierce through the cushioned frame of the dummy, rather the head itself shattered. As the influx of oxygen surged forth, the chemical reaction itself was triggered. The result was not just instant, but when the liquid had begun to spread as a result of the shatter, the chemicals expanded outward, creating a gelatinous form complete with a frosted over edge.
"Whoa..." He simply stated in a bit of awe before removing his goggles. He went out to the dummy itself, sort of wanting to see the effects a little up close. They were hardly large than what he thought, sure enough, but that was to be expected given the size of the bullets themselves. Still, the end results were very much the same. The torso was completely encased in a freezing slowing agent he had made of his grand design.
"There was a slight delay," he simply stated. "But, this is actually rather cool to look at."
He lightly poked at the frozen over material, his finger causing parts of it to jiggle as a result.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2017 11:53 pm
Is there any just cause for feeling like this?
On the surface I'm a name on a list.
I try to be discreet but then blow it again.
Code Name: Siren
Team: Alpha
Location: Gym To X-Jet
Ability: Sound Manipulation
Thinking: .......... █║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║   Isabella couldn’t help but wonder if Aurelie was biting off more problems than she could chew. Katerina was dangerous and damaged in the worst of ways. She claimed that Katerina was worth knowing, and for the life of her, the songstress tried to commit her sincerity to memory. She wanted to believe that Aurelie could bring the former HYDRA agent to a tolerable level of insanity. The Siren wished, for Aurelie, that her friend could be saved, but she still had her doubts. The Academy had taught her a long time ago that wishes were meant for dreams. Dreams, didn’t come true.
“Be careful.”, she murmured to the blonde telekinetic, her words inaudible, should Roland or Christian care to try and listen in. Both men seemed to be in their own little worlds. “I have been and will be patient with her. But I won’t allow her to harm anyone. Not me, not herself, or anyone else. Sacrificing the comfort and safety of an innocent person to provide a physical outlet for her anger is wrong. I will do my best for her…But I won’t enable her.”
Roland was still vibrating with anger when her attention fell to him. He seemed to outwardly agree with her request but she couldn’t be sure that he would be able to find his center again. He lied to her, something that she didn’t need super-human hearing to ascertain, but she let it go. The much taller man wasn’t hers to govern. Instead, she gave him a bare smile, and he lumbered off wordlessly to the sand bags.
“Well…Let’s get to it.”, she spoke to Christian as she reached back to tighten her ponytail. Her shoulder screamed in protest but she forced herself through the motions. She had to appear strong. Especially, it front of Omega’s. “We can pick right up where we left off.”
Isabella kept her promise to Christian and guided him happily through several simple machine sets before they called it quits. She laughed quietly when he proclaimed to be starving and easily let the werewolf barrel off to wherever he wanted to be. Nice guy. For an Omega.
Part of her wanted to check on Roland before she left but her better instincts told her to leave him be. Katerina seemed to have gotten under his skin most of all. It would take time to get her out of his system and out of his head. Soon enough, the encounter would be little more than a bad dream.
As her hand rest on the door she overheard some of the conversation between Alexander and Chi-Chi. Her overly sensitive ears picked up the voices that threaded through the rhythmic punches that Roland threw with absolute ease. There it was again. Hidden between the sweet and awkward edges of puppy love. The particular argument that always lingered in the back of her mind. Chi-Chi reminded her of herself from years ago. The girl that had ideals, friends, and hope to keep her mission alive. Alexander reminded her of what was left after so many battles and so much unwanted bitterness. Darkness.
Green eyes flickered back to Roland before she left. His anger made it hard for her to look at him. She heard it, breathed it, and felt it in every swing. She could hear loose grains of sand hitting the floor. The bag wouldn’t last much longer.
Her gaze turned away. Perhaps Katerina was right about one thing. Perhaps, they were all monsters.
--TIME SKIP--
Feel free to assume it is now after dinner time. Early evening.
Several hours later found the Alpha Leader seated in full uniform on the X-Jet. Her team was with her, along with Cyclops, and Ororo. Emerald eyes seemed dark and glimmerless behind her thin domino mask. She couldn’t believe that the day had changed so rapidly. One moment, she was resting after a stressful morning, and the next, she was being summoned to the War Room. The words that left her former mentor chilled her to the bone. She’d never seen his expression so pinched. She was surprised that his teeth hadn’t broken from how hard they’d been clenched together.
“We’re going to war.”
That singular phrase would haunt her dreams for weeks to come. She missed Leo, intensely, in moments like these. He always knew what to do. What to say. His calm would soothe over her nerves and leave her feeling confident and whole. Instead she focused on her team. On what they might face. The possibility of going home, of the targets being removed from their backs, was breathtaking. It was freedom. It was everything.
S.H.I.E.L.D. hadn’t been able to give the X-Men much. The Sentinels were clever, and growing artificially smarter, with every system they consumed. The X-Men had been split into several teams to attack several different sites at the same time. According to the data that Forge had poured over with Dr. McCoy they needed to find the main mind that controlled all of the other Sentinels. It was called Master Mold. It had taken Senator Kelly and it was the reason for all of this madness. It had to be destroyed.
The last thing that Fury had mentioned to Cyclops was that the Sentinels were evolving. They no longer targeted active mutants. They were also targeting innocent humans with certain genetic markers that had the potential of someday, generations from now, birthing a child with an x-gene. Things had gone from bad to worse in the span of a month. It was a slaughter that would only get worse. The Sentinels were only targeting America for now. When they tried to force their way into other countries… Even more people would die.
Isabella couldn’t think of all the families that were being ripped apart while they flew in stealth granted safety above their heads. All she could make was the silent promise that they would end this nightmare once and for all. Master Mold was the key. If it was destroyed—The Sentinels would cease to function.
She looked to her left and offered the newer Alpha beside her what she hoped was a comforting smile. Finn had arrived around the same time as Alexander but the Australian born man had been a little distant recently. Elixir said that he had been sick and feeling under the weather off and on. She didn’t know the details but aside from checking in on him to ensure he was doing all right she didn’t much pry. She did feel a certain level of concern. The sound user didn't want to overtax the man so soon after recovery. Finn insisted that he was fine and that he wanted to come along though...In the end she was a little reluctant, but eventually agreed.
Bella really hoped that this mission would restore everyone’s faith in what the X-Men were capable of. Both sides of the fence needed to be reminded. The good, and the bad. “How are you doing?”, she questioned the dark haired man kindly, voice soft, among the sounds of the thrusters and the murmuring of other Alpha’s.
“The flight would be three times as long if we were traveling commercially. Sometimes the movement and velocity of the X-Jets can make people nauseous…”, she trailed off, ignoring the sound of someone retching in the background. It was unpleasant but it was hardly a shocker. Some people just got nervous and didn’t like heights. They had every right to be nervous. Most of the mission was blind. They just had one true goal. Destroy Master Mold and his production facility.
Scott was flying and Ororo was his co-pilot. Occasionally she would stand up and check on everyone. Those that didn’t know the endlessly kind weather witch might not appreciate it but Isabella did. They were lucky to have her when the X-Men were spread so thin. Ororo was a woman she had often looked up to growing up. She was a force of nature in the most literal sense. Her gaze flickered toward other Alpha’s that she could see. A few of them had never seen a fight like this before. Some of them were born for battles like this.
Either way, it wouldn’t be long now. Soon they’d be setting down just outside of their target area. The situation was a powder keg that was just waiting to blow. The machines had all the cards. The only saving grace they had was that S.H.I.E.L.D. had promised to deactivate the bombs in the collars of the mutants being held in pens. Mutants were being held in the same areas. All of them were victims. Despite their sad story, they still came last, on the mission agenda. The priority was Master Mold.
The Omega’s would be landing on the opposite side of the facility. Cyclops thought it would be best for her to wait until the red team struck first. Isabella agreed. This way, everyone would be ready. As ready as they could be.
"Here we go...", she murmured, perhaps too quiet for anyone to hear, but it would be impossible not to see the change in her. Her typically soft edges became sharper and her usually bright eyes seemed to shut down. Isabella all but died to pave the way for the Siren to arrive. That was the superhero her friends needed. Not the girl, not the flighty artist, not their friend and occasional frenemy.
They needed the woman that could make the hard choices without hesitation and the one that would fight no regardless of the personal cost. Isabella, hated, that woman. She didn't recognize herself--But that was how it had to be. "Make sure you have everything you need...", she spoke to her team, her words carrying to everyone's ears as if she were standing right beside them.
"Take a few moments to breathe. It may seem overwhelming ...But we can do this. We have the Omega's and the Professors. We have each other. Fight hard, look out for each other, and we'll be on our way home before you know it."
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Loving by proxy, no give and all take.
I should have walked away.
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2017 12:01 am
▆▆▆▆▆▆ ▆▆▆▆▆▆ ▆▆▆▆▆▆ ▰ ▱ ▰ ▱ ▰ ▱ ⇡⇡ βehind these Ҫ A S T L E Шalls... IT'S SO EMPTY LIVING BEHIND THESE CASTLE WALLS IT'S SO EMPTY LIVING BEHIND THESE CASTLE WALLS IT'S SO EMPTY LIVING BEHIND THESE CASTLE WALLS XXXXXXXXX ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ ⋱⋱ On top of the world is ß E A U T I F U L ⇣ ⇣ but ☼ there's no place to fall ▱ ▰ ▱ ▰ ▱
◆ Team: Omega
◆ Codename: Solaris
◆ Location: X-Jet
Narcissa wiggled her feet in Felix’s lap and made sure that he had to readjust so that her wicked heels wouldn’t dig into him through his speed suit. His discomfort was balm to her generally pissy mood. The dark haired speedster sat across the aisle from her in the X-Jet while the seat beside her had been claimed early on by Aren. “You’re the one who asked for a party. Don’t look like such a surly prat.”, she drawled lazily to Felix, British tones completely lacking in the sympathy department. It would be impossible for most to tell how the Red Queen truly felt about their newest mission. Her eyes were empty. There was no mocking laughter, no light, no dark and scathing sense of humor.
She leaned on the armrest closest to Aren and let a wayward hand wind in loose golden hair. Her posture seemed casual. As if she were reclining in a private jet that she owned while waiting for the inflight movie to start. Everything else about her appeared rigid and inhospitable.
The leader of the Omega’s wasn’t troubled, per say, but working with S.H.I.E.L.D. left bad taste in her mouth. Stone had seemed relieved at the offer to take care of the Sentinel threat in exchange for the freedom and security of their kind. She believed that the clandestine government organization would uphold their end of the bargain. Narcissa was not so trusting. She was preparing to fight both the Sentinels, S.H.I.E.L.D, Human’s First, the MRD and any other entity that the humans could throw at them once they served their purpose as lapdogs.
Being topside with Blake earlier in the day had left her feeling stronger—but not strong enough. Fully recharging after being underground for months would take days of unadulterated exposure to sunlight. Not hours. To that end there was an Academy issue pistol secured in a holster on her right hip. It was a rare sight, to see Narcissa with any weapon, considering she generally thought herself to be most lethal one. “…At least the Alpha’s are on their own jet. It’d be a shame for our transport to go down in a burning ball of flame before we even saw the front.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you have some serious anger issues?”
Narcissa turned frostbitten eyes to Bobby Drake that lingered a little too long for his liking. Even though the leader of the Omega’s was several years his junior, and he could probably, maybe, live through one of her legendary outbursts he shifted uncomfortably. Some people, especially the entitled, had a way of making others feel two inches tall without saying a word. Narcissa was one of those people. All he could do to try and maintain his dignity was to hold her gaze. To remain unmoved. He wouldn’t back down from a mean girl when he’d been doing the super hero thing since he’d been old enough to shave. “I’m just saying…You can come off a little… Hostile. Sometimes. Hasn’t Emma talked to you about that?”
The blonde woman blinked after a moment and finally pulled her eyes away from the by-day public accountant. She could feel Drake begin to relax and she let her head roll back to rest against the seat. His propensity to act a like a little boy and bring up ‘mother says’ astounded her. “We’ve discussed it at great length. What you call anger issues we’ve decided to call leadership skills.”
“And besides…I’m not angry, Frosty.”, her blood red lips fell into a vixen smile as her voice dripped with condescending venom. It was hot enough to burn. “Not yet.”
Drake sighed and shook his head; but left well enough alone. This was not a debate he wanted to have before going in to a real fight. In some ways he envied her. Narcissa got whatever she wanted by basically saying ‘YOLO’ while strolling around in a cute uniform while waving around some flashy lights. Not everyone had it that easy. He would have much rather gone along with the Alpha’s or one of the other teams but at least he hadn’t had to spend the last four hours in a jet with Kitty. She was his favorite ex-girlfriend—but still his ex-girlfriend.
Narcissa went back to ignoring Iceman when he remained quiet. If he wasn’t going to annoy her, she felt that her thoughts, and her time, could be better spent elsewhere. S.H.I.E.L.D. had basically admitted to losing control of their mechanical monsters. In the last twenty-four hours or so they’d been mostly inactive aside from invading homes and either incinerating or incarcerating innocent people. Once again Narcissa found herself in an opposite mindset. S.H.I.E.L.D. welcomed the reprieve. They thought it was time that they could take advantage of to somehow pull their heads above water.
The Red Queen was very shrewd. Fury, Summers, and anyone else that thought the Sentinels were just kicking back and oiling their joints were insane. If they didn’t want to engage now, for whatever reason, it was because they had something much worse planned for later.
At the very least, the X-Men, and S.H.I.E.L.D. planned to hit on all fronts. They were broken up into dozens of teams and would each hit a different stronghold. No one knew for sure where the source of all their problems was hiding. This Master Mold, with the stupidest name ever, could be at any of the locations. No one, not even Forge, or the various technopaths they worked with, could pinpoint the origin of the hive mind the Sentinels shared.
Flying back to upstate New York brought back memories. They’d destroyed a production facility in that area before. Narcissa was skeptical that Master Mold would hide in the same place…But they could get lucky. Their orders were simple enough. Search and destroy. Release any prisoners along the way. The blonde goddess could get behind that. If they were looking for wholesale destruction her Omega’s were definitely the right choice.
Sooner than later she could feel the air pressure change in her ears. They were landing. Her legs swung out of Felix’s lap and she righted herself. There was a little turbulence but nothing she couldn’t handle.
“If anyone is having second thoughts…”, she called out loudly enough that all of the Omega’s would be able to hear, “Now would be the time to admit you’re in the wrong line of work. Once you leave the jet there’s no way back. You won’t be safe. Not till the job is done.”
Eventually she unhooked her restraints and stood up. It was a rare instance in which Emma actually accompanied them on a mission. She’d traded places with Jean, who had opted to remain back in Sanctuary, in order to ready the second front. The more powerful mutants had been split among different teams accordingly. The hatch beneath the jet dropped down and the sun goddess headed down the ramp without hesitation. At most, she moved her hand up, and triggered the placement of her face mask. It was black with sharp points at the top that strongly resembled a crown. It seemed creepy, almost ghostly, when her eyes lit up behind it.
The production facility they’d arrived at was a multi-leveled sprawling architectural nightmare in the middle of a pretty rural area. It looked like some kid had gotten crazy with the Legos. There were floodlights ahead but not much in the way of other buildings—Just flatland, grass, and trees. It really looked like the Sentinels had been making their own adjustments. The doorways and ceilings were higher to allow giant robots to pass through unhindered. It was built up instead of out with dozens of docking platforms. There were said to be no humans walking around freely. They were locked inside electrified cages in various points around the compound. The Sentinels kept their prisoners from ‘damaging themselves and the planet’ by forcing them into the hard labor. The weak were thinned by the sheer stress of it. Only the physically strong would be able to survive.
“Those guards are most definitely not human.”, came Emma’s voice from somewhere behind her. Narcissa turned and followed her gaze. The White Queen was right. There were ‘people’ at the entrances and exits and even more patrolling the area. But they weren’t people at all. They were just smaller, more slender, robots. There was no pull for Narcissa. Nothing that signified they had the right kind of energy for her to absorb. “When we attack one we attack them all.”
“It just makes it that much easier.”, Narcissa responded coldly after a moment. “We won’t have to hunt them. And we won’t have to be careful. If we lure enough outside of the facility on our side the Alpha’s will pinch them from the other. We’ll crush them in the middle.”
If their jet had landed she knew that the Alpha’s had also landed on the other side. Emma and Bobby seemed like unlikely partners for anything but in Narcissa’s experience they worked quite well together. It was strange, but it worked. She waited for all of the Omega’s to get a good view of what they were taking on. There were more active Sentinels at this location that they’d ever fought before. The blonde hadn’t forgotten that the last skirmish had left her in a coma. It wouldn’t be like that this time. She was ready, this time.
“Well…Let’s go say hello.”, Iceman intoned after a moment of silence. He was feeling antsy and quickly created a path of ice that he slid expertly across. He froze the side of the metal fence that was closest to them and froze the smaller mental guards with it.
That was when the alarms started going off. Also, when turrets came out of the ground.
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XXXXXXX IF I SHOULD TUMBLE; IF I SHOULD FALL; WILL ANYONE HEAR ME
XXXXXXX IF I SHOULD TUMBLE; IF I SHOULD FALL; WILL ANYONE HEAR ME
XXXXXXX IF I SHOULD TUMBLE; IF I SHOULD FALL; WILL ANYONE HEAR ME NO BODY KNOWS I'M ALL ALONE
LIVING IN THIS CASTLE MADE OF STONE
I'M TRAPPED INSIDE IT ALL
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 11:47 am
 [ ʈ | ɦ | ҿ ➸ S | i | z | e | - | S | h | i | f | t | i | n | g ]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOmega - Sim Room, New York
Aren snorted at Alex’s suggestion. “I feel like I’d actually do better with a little less popularity.” He said, only thinking of the women who stalked him… “I should introduce the fan club to Roland… if anyone can teach them not to like me, it’s him.” He said with a small chuckle, not at all bothered that he and his old roommate rarely saw eye to eye.
“Yeah… chokecherries. They’re really bitter uncooked.” The native stuck out his tongue, shuddering from the taste that still sat with him from the far-off memory. “They kinda look like grapes, only they aren’t on a vine. It’s more like a really short tree.”
Talking to Alex about his home felt therapeutic, mostly because she genuinely seemed interested in his backwoods sort of lifestyle. Grinning, he called himself a nuisance about his tribe pride, sticking out his chest as a way to show it. “I don’t think so… I’m the first like me in three generations for my home.” Napi had blessed him with gifts to take him from the mountains temporarily… The old man seemed to have a way about him to have at least one member of every generation learn the ways of the white folk. “I’m not sure a lot of us would broadcast it. Many feel bitter about how our life is…” Those were the ones who went down the rabbit hole of gambling. “We grow up poor in the eyes away from our land. But financial hardships aren’t everything. We are more blessed, I believe, because it teaches us to be self-reliant.”
They fell into a conversation about Narcissa, and Aren’s take on the woman was wholly different than what most might think. Granted, he was admittedly biased by the amount of time they spent sneaking around into closets for an afternoon delight.
He spoke of the hatred in the world, delving into a philosophical state. “Humans, I would guess are creatures of habit… and therefore fear the unknown and the different. But instead of learning and embracing it, we tend to step back into a hole and bury ourselves in.”
The size shifter voiced his own dreams then… a simple life. A home, a wife and children. The tribe gathered around as he passed down the stories of their people. It was all he ever wanted. “Sheltered, huh?” His grin brought dimples to his cheeks. “I never did ask where you grew up… but what do you mean by experiencing the world? Niagra falls in a barrel?”
Looking over her once, he shook his head. “Nope. You’ll have lots of babies too.” She mentioned getting a tan, and he outright laughed when she held her arm against his for comparison. “Yeah… you’re almost an albino, my friend.” Not that she’d get a whole lot of sun living here, a mile beneath the surface in a place covered in permafrost.
“You might just want to start with a tanning bed first.”
Time Skip
“Has anyone ever told you that you have some serious anger issues?”
The native coughed over unbidden laughter at Bobby’s words, his chocolate eyes focused on the window next to him as he tried very hard to contain any more guffaws that struggled to be free as they had a very short discussion. The iceman wisely decided to cut it short, and Aren relaxed a little, though Narcissa’s underlying suspicion gnawed at his insides as they flew. “Something tells me, he was a tiny bit afraid of you there.” He teased, trying to ease the tension for both of them. An impossible task when all he wanted to do was pull her into his lap.
Her heels rested on top of Felix's legs across the aisle and Aren leaned forward so that he could see the speedster. "Hot blond's legs in your lap... I'd say that was a party... wouldn't you?"
Turbulence rocked the plane, but Aren appeared unbothered until they started landing. He stretched then, uncurling with the grace of a lion. “If anyone is having second thoughts…”, she called out loudly enough that all of the Omega’s would be able to hear, “Now would be the time to admit you’re in the wrong line of work. Once you leave the jet there’s no way back. You won’t be safe. Not till the job is done.”
War.
He blinked away his own feelings, telling himself that this was a necessary evil. To protect those like him who didn’t have the luxury of a place in Xavier’s school. Swallowing, a deluge of emotions mixed within him - uncertainty, worry, sadness… People would die from this. There was no going back. Glancing over at Narcissa, he knew she’d recognize what he didn’t say.
He was in the wrong line of work. He had just been telling Alex that this wasn’t the life he wanted. But he followed Narcissa down the ramp, his own mask materializing into a depiction of an eagle, crowned with golden feathers. He listened, on edge. Falling in toe with Bobby, Aren readied his bow, some of his arrows were now tipped with devices that could short-circuit electronics, others sharp enough to cut through flesh and bone like it was butter. He had opted for that instead of a firearm because he had so little training with a real gun. Only with Narcissa’s recommendation had they allowed the extra piece of artillery.
They moved forward; alarms went off, and Aren fired his first shot.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 1:05 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2017 1:21 pm
Aʆєxaηdra Ӎaʀiʆèηє AgηèȿCodename:Flairer ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ (()) Well, this was one way to see the sun again. She just wished it was under better circumstances. To think that they would be thrusted onto a mission where they purposefully went after the very machines that drove them underground. She still remembered the panic and helplessness of being around a Sentinel. They would be facing many more than a few now. Would they actually be able to succeed in stopping the Sentinels?
She swallowed as she glanced about the plane. The expressions of the others felt unreadable in her current state of mind. Her hands gripped tightly onto her seat belt while peaking at Aurelie out of the corner of her eye. Aurelie happened to be someone she knew from about the time she first became part of the Alphas. Sitting by someone she knew eased her tension a bit. But, not by much.
Her mind still swirled with how they could be easily killed or imprisoned. The Sentinels were not something to mess with at all. It probably didn’t help she didn’t know how useful she would be in a full-on battle like that. Even with trying to improve her fighting capabilities, a little basic self-defense would not be enough against machines taller than a lot of buildings. She once again felt completely helpless. And this time, she was walking right into the electrified cage.
Bella spoke to them as if she was sitting right next to her. But, Alex knew she wasn’t to her right or left. Aurelie happened to be on her right and someone else on her left. The convenience of sound manipulation she supposed. She looked down at her feet and tried to focus on the moving of her feet from left to right in a synced manner. What could she possibly need? Maybe that wasn’t the right question. What could she possibly need and use?
Once the jet landed, she took off the seat belt with trembling hands and stood up from her seat. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked over at Aurelie. “Sorry I…wish I was better at hiding it.” She frowned while gripping at the arm sleeves of her uniform. “I trust that we will do our best. That you and the others will be able to do something against the Sentinels….” She trailed off while turning her head to look at the place outside the jet. The base of the Sentinels, feeling like some impenetrable stronghold to her.
“But, I still feel helpless…and worried.” She said softly. Just so no one else but Aurelie could hear her. “I hate to be a burden. I just feel though that it will be better if I stay with someone, like you. I do not trust I will be useful on my own.” She started to take deep breaths to calm her racing heart. The sound of turrets firing caused her to tense up and let out a bit of a squeak. “Because I think I will honestly panic otherwise.” Alex muttered. She didn’t think the day would ever come where fighting would be second nature to her. And she wasn’t sure she ever wished for that day to come.
“Lead the way?” Alex asked with a bit of waver to her tone. If she didn’t move out there now, she knew she would give into her flight response and run away. ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ "We will drink our fill of Alpha
Then, of golden sunshine that spills into Alpha side of the fight
Till our brains intertwine with Aurelie"
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2017 4:15 pm
  XX【 】 Name: Alexander "Lex" Magnus XX【 】 Codename: Wraith XX【 】 Team Affiliation: Alpha XX【 】 Location: Battle site XX【 】 Actions: Adopted Wraith persona fully, exited plane, walked toward site. Used powers to eliminate two sentinels through twin eye-stabs Wraith had an emotionally eventful day, having woken to train himself to the utmost limits of what he could pull off. It was the only thing he knew to do. Sure, he read and kept trying to learn about the world and how to survive in it. Sure he was being careful to maintain his health both mental and physical in this elaborate tomb. Above all that, he was hungry for a chance to prove he was more than camoflauge. Wraith was a person that needed to prove himself as dependable and powerful. Perhaps it was overcompensation for his lack of a flashy power. His abilities were limited, as they were shadows. Even with the ability to make a few solid bits, he was faced with the real issue of being seen as back-row material. That would never do. It was strange in that nobody had really shown interest in what he wanted since coming to the institute. Yes, they made sure to cater as much as they could to his distinct desires such as what clothes he liked or what foods they might procure for him. Nobody bullied him or made him feel like he didn’t belong. Beyond that, nobody had actually asked where his heart lies. At least, until he was stunned in the gym. She was so beautiful . . . Chi Chi had approached him for his skills, and the two seemed at a loss for words. It was all going so smoothly until she brought up her plans. The one with a codename of Oni wanted to be a hero to all. Wraith’s enraptured state cracked at that. He still saw her as amazing and beautiful- but now a bit naïve. He knew that they were going to be hated and persecuted by humans, so why bother being a hero and hated. He told her unironically that he would rather be the monster.
Hours later, Wraith sat silently on a very sophisticated plane. It wasn’t his first time in the air, but it was his first mission with the jet. Before, he had produced cover for a caravan when the mansion was destroyed. His ability to create shadows and cover were ideal for getting non-combatants out of harm’s way. Perhaps that was why he currently sat on the Alpha jet. He was a power they saw as something to work with others instead of something overwhelming and dangerous. Paladin was powerful and Omega. Oni was Omega. In his heart, the hunger to prove himself and need to be seen as something less comforting drove him to want to be on the opposite team. The choice was not his. Thus, he sat on this plane and evaluated the situation in his mind. Wraith was fairly intelligent, and thus understood what he was told. The Sentinels, humanity’s primary weapon against mutants, had learned that humans weren’t worth saving. As the progenitors of their own betters, the humans were deemed just as dangerous as mutants. Sentinels had begun to take all homonids and put them to hard labor. There had been casualties.
Wraith held his newly acquired mask in his hands. It was simple, like his uniform. Black with accents of a smoky gray. It wasn’t designed to filter air, add any advantage, or anything practical. It was psychological. Putting it on gave him a new face. It gave him the final piece to leave his birthname behind. Wearing it will complete the transformation into Wraith for him. He was yearning to wear it. In his mind he was preparing himself. This was no training sim. This wasn’t them running for their lives in the middle of the night. He sat with his eyes closed, a band of shadows across his eyes to blot out the light. He couldn’t isolate himself fully, but the darkness helped. His head was slightly tilted downward as he sat and just focused on the moment. Mutants needed to be rescued. That was all the motivation he needed. There was some poetic justice in that they needed mutants to help rescue people- including humans, from their own Sentinels. Why call upon the institute? Because even with their advancements, those in charge had to recognize that on some level . . . mutants were still superior. Leading this flight was the pair of icons known as Cyclops and Storm. Undoubtedly some of the most famous and powerful members of the X-men. Impressing them would go a long way to being treated as a valued soldier. An asset. He didn’t see Storm look over the compliment of the plane. He did hear Siren speak up, though. Behind the band of shadows, Wraith’s features bunched up. He wasn’t looking for this to be over quickly.
Within his heart, it felt like a petrification of his empathy. He remembered the looks and whispers of people as he worked his way toward the institute. He remembered the prejudice and hatred just because mutants dared to live. He remembered the open arms that were extended when he found a home for the gifted, and how at ease that made him. He remembered that safety being stolen away by Sentinels. He already had all that he needed. Wraith was no warmonger- but he would not fail this test. He would not fail his people. The moment he felt the plane touch down, he knew it was time. The shadows that were around his eyes expanded like a bubble to encompass his face as he put on the mask without seeing it. It fit him snugly but comfortably, covering his nose, mouth, cheeks, and jawline. His shadow evaporated as he opened his eyes with a steeled look of determination. The plane was filled with various murmurs. Some were confident and ready. Some were meek and concerned. He was neither of these things. Instead, he calmly walked down the gangway and left the plane. He felt himself emulate the visionary Magneto. Part of what made him so impressive was his presence. His abilities did not require his limbs. He could calmly walk and the metal about that one would bend to his will. Wraith emulated that with a calm and determined walk forward. He spoke calmly and in normal tone- but it was hollow to a degree thanks to the mask’s resonance. Like cupping a hand over your mouth, it made him sound slightly different. “Time to be monsters.”
The idea was a pincer attack. The omega team would come in storming thunder on the far side, and draw as much fire as they could. This was their function. No restraint, no tact. They were as subtle as a wrecking ball- but thankfully just as effective. Alphas were to be the far less obvious threat. As the team began to make their way toward the base, they would be inevitably found. Members like Cyclops and Storm could not be subtle. Wraith? He chose not to be. His advantage was that his attacks didn’t leave an obvious trail back to him. Wearing dark clothes at a time when the light was failing meant he was likely to go unnoticed longer. Still. He identified two sentinels that were making their way along a patrol route. Much of their forces were moving away from their side of the field. A skeleton crew required an appropriate attack. Wraith’s eyes narrowed in both concentration and anger as he saw the sentinels moving normally. As the two walked away from each other, they lost sight of their counterpart. That was the time. Two identical shadows appeared. One behind each of them. A mass of shadows came up and over their heads while gaining definition. Each one became the skull of a saber-toothed tiger. The iconic long dagger-like fangs poised perfectly for a precision strike.
Wraith could not make much material solid. Much of his constructs were insubstantial- but the teeth could be. His ability to make shadows was without limit, but his ability to make physical ones was sorely so. As such, he attacked in turns. The Sentinel on his right was bitten first as the saberteeth were made solid like blades. His constructs were only as powerful as he was- but a knife did far more damage than a brick at the same speed. He didn’t punch out the eyes of the sentinel, he pierced them and dug deep into the robot’s head. As it tried to send out a warning it only could gurgle as its brain was pierced twice and then left to short. The moment that first Sentinel failed, he let go of the skull and focused on the second. Repeating that action was simple to him. Wraith coldly ended two sentinels while calmly walking. He didn’t bother to see if he was ahead of the Alphas or walking at their side. He didn’t care. There were more. Like his secret hero, he calmly walked forward with no outward indication as to what he was doing other than the writhing darkness that just ended two targets. Wraith would not hide or fail. He would show these things what it means to be afraid of the dark.
What is a monster? It is a powerful being that opposes you; something to be afraid of.
What is a monster on your side? A hero.
 
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2017 1:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2017 8:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 1:43 am
Roland Anton Chevalier
Location: Ground Zero
Thoughts: Finally… Roland sat in the jet, mentally readying himself for what was coming. He had gotten most of the rage he had in his system from earlier out into the bag, but now he had a new well of anger he was tapping into. The fact that those idiots were now begging for help from the very people they thought to hunt with these machines was hilarious. It was a twisted sense of irony, the fact that they cried for help after all the rhetoric. They thought these things would protect them, they seemed to forget that mutants were born from humans. ******** idiots, their blind ignorance to the fact that mutants are still homo sapiens. For all their concern about genetics, these morons seem to forget about basic biology and taxonomy. Homo sapiens superior is still a homnid.He sat there, fully restrained and taking deep breaths. He let the air flow into his lungs as they flew in the air. He ignored the dumb dialogue going on with Cissa, Felix, and the others choosing to focus internally. He kept his thoughts on the task at hand, crystalline clear on the reality of the task at hand. They got a simple set of orders: Burn the ******** to the ground, pull out any captives as they can. His fingers danced along the armrests, his eyes were closed, he was contemplating the situation. How it had all gone to s**t, forcing them out of their homes and into that bunker. And now apparently it would be all reversed, they’d be allowed to go home again if they did this one thing. Mop up the mess that they created. Yeah, sure, that’ll solve the issue. And he’ll get a medal from the president. He sat there, going through the motions in his head. The actions that his brain needed to do what needed to be done. He soon got out of his head, the plane preparing to touch down. He heard Narcissa make a ridiculous statement about being in the wrong line of work if they were no longer comfortable with the coming violence. Then again, it was Narcissa, she was known for being quite ridiculous. You don’t become the head of a team of intense group like this without being a tad insane. He got himself out of the seat, making his way slowly behind Iceman and Emma Frost. That was certainly a sight, The White Queen on the front lines. But no matter, the big man stepped out of the plane, taking in the sight before him. The facility that they were targeting was monstrosity of of a place, not something a human mind would conceive of. He took note of the fenced in areas around the facility, knowing that they were electrified and housing humans that the artificial intelligence they created deemed a threat. Irony, thy name is robotic genocide. His attention was soon drawn to the sight of the “guards”, or rather the automatons designed to protect the facility from outside interference. They were improving already, and fast. Though he had one question. Why the humanoid designs? he thought to himself. Sure the initial design by the human engineers makes sense, but an artificial intelligence designed to build more of that model, given its progression, it should be improving on their designs. And as far as mobility goes, and specific purposes, humans kind of suck in terms of a design. The only possible explanations for the continuation of this particular design roll down to a glitch in their programming or a desire to act as a pacifier for their prisoners. He watched as Iceman froze a part of the fencing, Roland opting to climb over the fence with quick ease. He felt the armor slide over his body as he put himself into position to fight. Soon the sound of an alarm blared, and turrets rose from the ground. The ground was pretty flat, so there wasn’t much in the way of cover. Looking to his right he saw one of the newcomers laying down some fire, hitting a few targets. Not a bad shot he thought to himself. Charging forward he saw a few robotic guards heading towards him. Taking his comm, he reached out to the marksman “Aero, right? This is Paladin, I got three bogeys coming my direction, fast. Any chance you can knock one of them off?” he requested. Fire support, and clear communication would be vital in this situation. No doubt about it. OOC: Lemme know of any problems!
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 8:30 pm
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She had come to the gym for a simple workout, but she never thought her heart could go through this much exercise. She was a happy idiot who had found someone like her in this cold prison of a new home. Someone strong and different, who liked her for her. Lex had listened to her babble with a smile, even when she went on to talk about being a hero. At first, she didn't notice when his expression changed. Not until he spoke about humans not needing heroes. And suddenly, the world was all seriousness again.
He had done well to illustrate his past, every time one of his shadows dispersed it made her jump slightly, thinking of all the people lost. She could hear the pain in his voice as he told her what had happened from a personal view. She had only learned of their history through the books and records, human-biased TV and news, and the small things people were willing to bring up via conversations. She desperately wanted to know what they went through, to connect. To no longer be an outsider but a family member.
She was not blind to what was going on. She knew the world had gone to s**t a long time ago when she was first cast into it. Growing up happened way too early for her and she saw the world exactly for what it was. A place where the weak are left to die and the different get publicly executed. That world had no remorse. That world had no hope. That life was crap. Now she just wanted to have something to hold onto. Something that could fix the little, broken things she gripped onto to keep herself still sane.
He reached out to her, and for the first time in a long time, she didn't flinch away. The light touch of his fingers on her cheek instantly made her skin heat up. Beautiful. There he was again, calling such sweet names she didn't deserve. His touch brought a slight curl to the corners of her mouth and made her heart thump loudly in her chest. That was, until his lips formed one of the few words she absolutely despised. Monster.
Lex's face suddenly softened, as he pulled his hand away and apologized. It wasn't his fault. She liked being around him. He was determined and said what came to his mind, even if it may come off as bold or forward. She was falling way too fast for him, like a jumper without a parachute. An adrenaline rush and someone who gave her a lot of joy, yes, but he was not a monster.
"... Don't ... say that. You don't know what it's like." Her voice sounded more like a barely audible whimper, shaking as she looked at the ground and held back her tears. He didn't know her past, no one did. Only those who had been monsters in the past knew why it was so terrible to fall down that path. That's why it made her so angry that he could possibly even think of himself in that way. She clenched her fists, her body shaking as she tried to fight back the intense rage she had at him. But she just couldn't hold it back, as she yelled at him with teary eyes, "YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A MONSTER!!"
It happened too fast for her to stop. As she yelled, her body reacted before she could, her features changing and warping, her eyes black as the night and her mouth slightly stretched and full of fangs, like a creature from the deep sea. She caught on to her transformation, realizing too late what she had done, as she stepped back and covered her face with her hands. When she pulled them away again, her features were back to normal, but her eyes were streaming with tears. This was the face of a real monster. He had seen her. The real her. The true monster.
In a flight of panic, she cried out, “I… I’m sorry!!” Before disappearing in another puff of smoke and warping away and out of the room, before she could ruin things any further.
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Since the events that had happened this morning, Chi-Chi was back to the same way she was when she first arrived at the Academy. Quiet and lost in her own thoughts, preferring to observe rather than interact. She had stuck to keeping away from everyone since this morning, avoiding Lex more than anyone else. She tried to evaluate and pull apart the tangled mess that was her emotions, but every time she thought about it made it worse. She liked him. He made her feel so much joy, but she was also still mad at him, his words from this morning still jabbing at her heart as they repeated over and over in her brain. But at the same time, she was angrier at herself. So close to building something close to a normal relationship with someone, and she had gone and ruined it again. For this being a new start, she was really having some bad luck with making friends.
She stuck towards the back of the jet, staying close to the bay doors for when they would land. It gave her a great view of the rest of Team Omega, watching their faces. Some of them she recognized. Some she had yet to meet. But all of them were dressed to fight and well prepared, while she looked more like she was about to go to an evening yoga class. Her leather jacket, gun straps, and utility belt seemed like the only gear on her person, besides the very obvious rifle on her back. She played with her hunting knife between her fingers, spinning it over and over as she wracked her brain.
The jet's turbulence shook her out of her mind, making her jump up out of her seat. She was on edge, she'd admit that. She just wanted to focus on the mission now.
She reached up and held onto one of the handle loops, staying standing as she looked at the bay door intently. Soon, it would open, and they would be out in the fray of battle. Not some practice simulation. Real enemies that really wanted to kill you. As if she had known what was going through Chi-Chi's mind, Narcissa spoke up. “If anyone is having second thoughts, now would be the time to admit you’re in the wrong line of work. Once you leave the jet there’s no way back. You won’t be safe. Not till the job is done.” She had made it loud and clear. It was time to put the schoolyard BS aside and focus on the mission at hand. There were lives at stake, and that was what mattered. It was time to be a soldier.
As they landed, and everyone started to get ready, she bent down and took off her shoes, setting them under the bench and stretching out the muscles in her legs and bare feet. The floor of the jet was cold and hard, but she didn’t feel like ruining a perfectly good pair of shoes once she turned. Reaching into her jacket pocket, she put on her muzzle, noticing a few others who had masks as well. Aero made a comment about being in the cool kids club, and she couldn't help but chuckle at him, "You don't need a mask to be cool, Cameron!"
They hit the ground with one final jolt, and the door opened. She threw off her jacket and ran out into the open with everyone else, feeling the rush of cold air. Some were already out in the field, taking out bogeys fairly quickly. The others were all focusing their attention on the robots, but when the alarms went off, she could hear the sounds of metal gears and machinery moving, as turrets slowly rose from the ground.
Now wasn't the time to be shy. It was time to fight.
In barely a moment, she disappeared from the ranks of those still close to the jet, wisps of smoke flitting around between people as they ran. She reappeared near one of the closest turrets. And quickly shot a few rounds into the weaker back of the machinery, destroying the wiring inside and shutting it down. Her focus was on clearing a path, as quickly as possible. No one needed to die in this fight.
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 11:46 pm
With: Team Alpha Where: Sentinel Base Wearing: Mission Apparel Finn’s eyes leveled with the other X-men seated around him. Intently but subtly, the Australian searched their faces and body language for signs of fear, stress, and the overall discomfort that he felt. Quite quickly, Finn’s search succeeded. Out in the roster he spotted furrowing brows, heads in hands and laps, even jitters running through legs and fingers. Some of the more confident veterans returned his eye contact with a nod of reassurance. Others averted their gaze or didn’t catch his at all. ”Guess it should be expected,” he muttered lightly, ”there’s so much at stake.” He could still remember the wicked stir in the bunker when word had spread about the X-men’s decision to move. At first there was eagerness to finally escape the iron bubble, but as time winded down the excitement died into anxieties.
As his eyes caught Bella’s, his posture softened on cue. He couldn’t place it, but something about her presence and confidence was comforting to him amidst the scare. ”I’ll live, Love,” he replied with a warm smile. While Finn was one of the newer members, he knew that when it was “go-time” the butterflies always find their exit. ”You might have to hold my hand and walk me through it though,” Finn teased with a joking wink, ”Search and rescue is a far cry from this.”
Finn shot a look over his shoulder once the sound of someone retching had filled the jet. Instinctively he popped a brow and made a jovial face at the other members around him including his leader. It roused some laughs and eased some spirits, but tension was still high. ”We used to fly helicopters into the storms in Australia to save fishermen,” Finn shrugged and laughed, ”this is much better than swaying in those little birds. Back then you’d think they’d have to send a rescue crew for the rescue crew.” He placed his hand onto the shoulder of the kid next to him and gave a squeeze of confidence. It was a small gesture but from experience he knew it could mean a difference mentally. That reassurance of having someone with you, especially someone older, can be very supporting.
When Storm gave a check into the cabin, Finn reclined back into his seat and gave her a nod of understanding. It wouldn’t be long until the Alphas landed. It wouldn’t be long until they faced the dreaded and fatal Sentinels who had forever been an oppressive weapon against their kind. He knew the game-plan well, but the idea of going in with a lack of intel was something he had openly disagreed with before. ”It feels wrong to go in blind like this,” he whispered lowly, so lowly that no one else could hear him aside the Alpha team’s leader. Finn wasn’t sure how much Bella agreed with his statement, but he was certain that they both knew it was much too late now.
When it was time to drop, Finn began a final pat down of his equipment. He had, like in the coast guards, put in practice in memorizing the location of everything. The margin for error was small, and time was hardly going to be afforded to the X-men this time. While some of the X-men had long been accustomed to their gear, this would be the first time Finn had officially used his. The suit, while tailored like a wet suit, had received additional padding and reinforcements where it could be afforded. Overall, Finn found the suit to fit better than expected. He even enjoyed the black color choice, although the teal trim along the arms was an unnecessary touch that he’d have to take up with Hank someday.
As the jet came to a stop, a hissing of air came to fruition at the exit latch. To Finn’s dislike, he found that many had eagerly rushed out and engaged the front line directly and separately without much organization. The Australian observed the construction of a shadowy sabre-toothed tiger dismantle two Sentinels effortlessly in the wake of Wraith’s march. He was committing to an onslaught – a bulldozing of all things in his way, and Finn could only curse under his breath. ”God damn it.” Though the mutant was more than capable of pushing onward himself, Finn knew that the others would be left without Wraith’s help when they’d sorely need it.
At the sound of a blaring emergency alarm, Finn assumed that the Omegas had done their job of engaging the enemy and drawing the bulk of Sentinels to their end. It was up to the Alphas now to hold their end of the partnership and make it in time to the real fight. Swallowing hard, Finn trotted down the ramp with the remaining members of team Alpha. His boots beating hard against the steel decline as he committed to a quick analysis of the field in front of him. The large and complex manufacturing plant had been massively upgraded with security measures. Aside from the metal guards the size of the building itself, there were also turrets raised from the ground and poised to fire at the group of mutants.
”s**t,” Finn grunted before diving in front of a young girl to shield her from the incoming fire. Immediately, he could feel a barrage of metal shards rain into his back. The initial shock of bullets wrestled the Australian’s breath away, but he was sure the damage would be minimal aside from some shallow wounds. Taking a few seconds to collect himself, Finn finally cried out a command, ”Storm, we need fog! We need some cover!”
ooc: It's been a while, so I'm a little rusty; sorry for the delay : ). Also, if anyone wants to slide their character into the role of the kid on the jet or girl being shielded, feel free!
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2017 1:15 am
Name: Dimitri Otengam. Codename: Playboy. Location: X-Jet On the surface the tuxedo wearing Alpha kept his normal pre mission demeanor. He relaxed on the Jet ride perpendicular to the seats with his legs crossed and his hands comfortably behind his next a seat away from the telekinetic and the sense adapter. In his view he was checked out the squad only once and see where their heads were at. When professor Munroe and Isabella did the same he responded with a small smile and a thumbs up gesture.
If anybody looked past his front as he did, Dimitri gave himself a satisfactory grade for keeping a cool head. The subtle micro-pumps the ball of his foot was giving off the jet floor implied he was anxious. "Hold the slide lock..." He had thanked Cameron back at the gun range beforehand. "And c**k back the slide..." He was remembering how smooth it felt when he did it and his words because he was just bound to run into one of those guns today. Aside from the weaponry techniques he was running off the more, unsafe combos and flight patterns in his head.
Dimitri was going to need them for the people that weren't going to just open the door for them. They weren't just asking this time around. Instead, they were begging him.The sentinels were one thing. Dimitri had a hatred for them that burned with a force hotter than he could ever create when he heard that all bets were off with the sentinels. Each time they went into combat with them the positive element as much as it stung to even think was they left humans alone.
That wasn't the case anymore.And when he found about their creator-their true creator, he cross linked that with their other fans and how they were playing a role. Would the program really be finished if they got to this Master Mold? Would SHIELD hold up the end of the bargain at the end of the mission?
He looked down and shook his head as if someone asked him that question aloud. Otengam couldn't have been the only one who thought otherwise. Then there were the professors obviously. To the new members on the team it signaled that their odds of victory were stacked ever so much in their favor. But it just steered Dimitri towards the direction that things were going to change after this. And the more he was thinking of the alternatives the opposite had could have conjured up he softly murmured a clue to what he was thinking. "Even then I don't even know..."
Then he looked back up, averting eye contact from a few people and spoke to Alex and Aurelie "I hope its a sunny day..." he made a quick glance over to Professor Munroe and touched his forefinger with his thumb. "With just the right amount of clouds, not the ominous ones either. "
The Jet's descent coming to a halt told the team it was time to show what the Alphas were capable of in a few moments. He looked at the core of his palm and heard Isabella's words before they would step foot and she would become Siren. "Of course." he said, then a smirk came on his face. "So long as I call the killing shot on Master Play-Doh."
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