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{More plotness, this time on the Winner's end.}

"Ugh... I feel like I just went ten rounds with Logan..." Morgan mumbled, stumbling to his feet. It was then that he remembered the fight with Lance, and the large orb and subsequent mass of tendrils.

He shot to his feet, and reached for his belt, only to find that all of his gear had been removed. He looked around, and found himself in a small, sparsely decorated room. "What the-?"

"Hmmm... It seems I underestimated your healing potential. You're awake much earlier than I anticipated. Very good."

"Who said that? Show yourself!!" Morgan called out, every muscle in his body tensing.

"Calm yourself. I'm not going to harm you. What use would there be in attacking one of my elite?"

"Who's there?" Morgan said through clenched teeth, relaxing by less than a hair.

"You may call me Magneto. You are currently residing in my humble abode of Avalon. The other elite shall be awakening shortly," the voice said, though where it was coming from, Morgan couldn't really tell.

"What do you mean, "the other elite"?"

"Why, the others who passed my little test, of course. Did you think that attack earlier was random? Unfortunately, my underlings are not intelligent enough for that. Which is why I put forth the test in the first place," Magneto replied.

"So, that whole fight? The Brotherhood attacking the mansion and trying to kill us? It was all some sort of TEST?!" Morgan said, feeling the anger bubble up inside him.

"Indeed. And you passed with flying colors. Most impressive, I must say. You dealt with all of your opponents with minimal effort. I feel obliged to commend you on your success."

At this point, Morgan's left eye began twitching. Everything that he'd gone through up until this point had been nothing more than a sick game?

"That's it. I'm going to find you, and I'm going to kick your a**!!" Morgan shouted at the voice that he'd been conversing with. He raised both his arms, pointed his palms at the door, and began battering at it with the toughest field he could muster. Within a few seconds of smashing, the door was knocked from it's hinges, and Morgan stormed out into the hallway.

"You always did know how to make a racket," said another voice, this time from behind Morgan.

"What the hell are you ta- Raze?!" Morgan said as he turned around, a look of shock replacing the expression of anger on his face.

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Conner fell into step behind Victoria, he had already gotten lost once inside this household and didn't want a repeat of it.

"So this hanger." He asked the group "Just where is it? I didn't see any building outside I could recognise as one." He had watched the mansion from various view points and had only seen two buildings on the grounds. "And what exactly does it hold? A little two prop?" he asked.

Zion eyes fluttered open slowly then when she relized when she was out of the ball she shot up from her laying position and looked around confused. "Where the hell am I!?" She snarled standing up and spotting Magneto. Flames appeared in her right hand as she fought the urge to burn the place to the ground.

She stood there as she thought about her last fight. She felt bad now for attacking someone who considered her a friend and didn't know if Kidd would ever forgive her but at that moment in time Zion and Kidd were enemies. Thiat may have ended their friendship but she knew that her teammates were her friends, atleast she hoped some were.

Oh good he's awake and alive and in rare form. "Nice to see you too." She said dryly. She refraimed from poking him. she wanted to but decided not to. "That depends on what you refer to with the word that." She said. "If it was checking for pulse it's because you were sprawled out on the grownd looking like you got run over by a truck and I wanted to know if I needed a black dress for your funeral." She paused. "Mystique is here trying to recruit the X-men to help us with something. I didn't catch all the details about it but I'm willing to bet it has something to do with why I haven't found Zion and Damian yet."

Lance simply shrugged off the first part of what Lizz said. For him, responding with a 'thanks' or even a 'whatever' comment would only be giving into the fact that he was beaten in a fair fight by an X-Man. So what if it were true? He rather put off that harsh, egotistic reality for another day. Another life time even.

"Mystique? Recruiting the X-Men?"

Even Lance couldn't ignore it when Lizz spouted that bit of information. Not only did that mean Mystique was a loser, much like himself and Lizz, but she must really be desperate if she's willing to ask the X-Men for assistance. Whatever she was up to, he was sure it had to do with today's 'test' as she called it. Missing out would probably be a bad idea.

"Let's see what the hell's goin' on then," he said, nodding to Lizz as he started toward the remains of the X-Mansion. If he had learned on things since joining the Brotherhood, it was that missing out on whatever Mystique had planned was normally a very bad idea.

Zion looked curiously at the teen. He reminded her of an anime character from a show she watched, Sasuke was the characters name. The kid had the red eyes and the hair, all he needed was the goofy outfit and the headband. "You've got a point yet you still came out." She watched him reach into his pocket then his expression changed quickly. "Missing something?" She asked with a tilt of her head and an arch of her eyebrow.

Dairus attempted to kick his way out, but stopped when he hurt his foot. 'Damn it what else can go wrong!' he though lying back and waiting till the orb to stop. He sat up just as the orb deposited him hard on the ground "ow, damn it!" he said as he got up and looked around "what the hell is going on?........."

(sorry for the short ness got to go to bed for work stare )

Damion arched his eyebrows at Carlos before looking away and no longer paying any atention at all to him. A shadowporter? What a lame gift He thought with a smile that looked ever so innocent. No wonder he never grouped up with the Brotherhood. He shrugged off Zion's and completely ignored Carlos's existence. Anyone who could make puns that bad did not deserve his atention. But then, now that he thought about it all of the X-moron's puns were hprribly sad. All throuhg the battle he had seen one terrifying event after enother but the thing that had bothered him the most was how week their sence of humor was. "They took my damn knife." He said looking around for someone who looked imortant enough to jump satisfactualy.