Welcome to Gaia! ::

Alex nodded towards John as he 'understood' and snapped his fingures, which immediatly sent the stone animals outside. Looking towards Noko he didn't show anysign that he was sorry.

"Last I checked it was rude to leave a team-mate behind twice. I could handle the first time, seeing as I passed out behind a tree in the tropical forest we were at. But when you invite someone to Arizona, you should at least make sure you leave with him. Now. I have one question for you Noko, and as to you John. Why do you call youself a 'team'? Teams stick with each other, help each other. When I needed you guys most, you weren't there. You have no idea what I have been through since you left me in Arizona...."

Alex took a deep breath and started walking towards the door but stopped just outside and leaned on the glass, waiting.

John stopped and looked at Olivander. "Well we would've taken you but there was only one small problem; I never knew where you were. And as for leaving the team behind, sevral of us have gone to take care of personal matters. Me and Noko got married, while Pietro and his sister have left to go find their father. And if you must know we've already sent someone to go round up the team. You see now that the house is rebuilt we can all live in it again. So yes, this team seperated for a while, but now that the house is up I'm calling everyone that I can find back. now if you'll excuse us, me and Noko have got to do some shopping."

She watched him ride away on the horse and knew somehow hed be back." He knows where teh house is. If he wants to come home he will. " She said turning to john. " Now lets get back to what we were doing to make it home. " She said looking at a leather couch." I think this with red walls" She said with a grin

ooc: this is too weird. I'm going to have to stop reading noko and cloud posts because marital bliss doesn't fit in with the xmen evo story... least not the one i'm used to. O.o

“******** KIDS!” Henderson shouted, finding himself as one of the many guards patrolling the grounds of Area 51 after Eric’s escape. This was an embarrassment of the highest order. Even if some nutcase had been able to get by the facility’s private security forces in the past, they’d still have to deal with the miles of flat, exposed dry lake bed before storming a base with better defenses than most of the Pentagon. And yet, here was one mutant who was able to make the entire base look like fools, and the guards knew who’d be blamed.

The sound of gunfire suddenly echoed throughout the halls. The guard smiled, hoping someone had found a stray or two to help blow things over, at least for those lucky enough to be on the scene. Unfortunately for him, his smile dropped to a look of abject horror as he rounded the corner, finding a single soldier standing with something of a warped posture as the bullet-ridden bodies of his former colleagues surrounded him on the floor.

Almost the moment he was discovered, the man dropped his gun and looked around. “Wh…what happened he--oh sweet Christ… what have I…” he stammered, which was all he could finish before Henderson began to scream.

“You murdering son of a b***h!!!” he snarled as he raised his gun, giving the soldier no time to protest before he joined the corpses that littered the grounds. Henderson was a man prone to anger, but never to such a level of violence before. The act of killing a man before he had a chance to defend himself struck him not with shock, but some sort of sick satisfaction. He’d just been angrier than he’d ever been in his life, the action seemed so justified, so right… so… intoxicating…

“My god what happened back here?” asked a man in a lab coat emerging behind Henderson, accompanied by a few very shocked interns. A sick smile curled upon Henderson’s face, soon accented by a laugh that could be heard over the gunfire that soon claimed the innocent lives of those who dared approach the now crazed soldier. He began racing through the halls with almost superhuman speeds, kicking down the doors and filling them with gunfire, mowing down anything that moved, and even some things that didn’t.

He didn’t know, nor could he comprehend at that point that the same thing was happening all over the base. Soldiers driven to bloodlust over the smallest infractions. Scientists driven mad, one of them taking an axe to a reactor core, poisoning himself and anyone unlucky enough not to make it out of the sealed room in time with lethal doses of radiation. Security forces aimlessly driving around the base, crashing into cliffs, running down those still trying to get away.

When Eric destroyed the locking systems in the facility, there was one thing he hadn’t counted on. Not every mutant locked inside that base was held there unjustly. He couldn’t have known about the mutant now prowling the base, casual in her sadism, rendering whatever manner of humiliating death she felt good about at that moment upon those who imprisoned her.

Her lips curled into a gentle smile, her face still shrouded in darkness. It was as if stretching her muscles as her telepathy worked to destroy any mind on the base that hadn’t yet been killed or twisted into one emotional extreme or the other. And this was just one of her abilities.

“Charles,” she whispered. “When my fun is complete here, we have so much to catch up on…”

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Pietro came to a stop in Rachel, Nevada, a few miles away from the base, the dust storm kicked up by his mach speed race across the country quite a majesty to behold. Luckily, whatever force allowed him to survive at extreme speeds appeared to spread to whoever he touched, so Wanda found herself quite unscathed as well.

“Well sis, we’re here. Wanna grab a bite to eat before dad gets here?”

OOC: Don't worry Ginko, just because Pyro's married doesn't mean he won't still blow up a few people. The only reason why he's not doing anything now is because I haven't found a reason for him to do so. That, and the fact that he's got to set up the Brotherhood mansion again. We need a plot here. I haven't had him blow up anything in a good while... I'll probably have him blow up something just for the hell of it if we can't come up with something. twisted

Jamie was sitting in his tree when he heard a yell. He snapped out of his thoughts and jumped from the tree and took off towards the sound. He had made it a couple dozen feet before he started to feel his injuries from the previous fight and sprawled on the ground. Jamie sat up slowly and spat out some dirt, before pulling himself too his feet. He started to walk towards where he thought the sound was from, and finaly made it, clutching his stomach. "What's wrong?" He said as he burst through the bushes into a circle of kids. Well, maybe kids wasn't right, seeing as he was only fourteen himself.