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| Topic Started: Oct 4 2010, 06:38 PM (1,384 Views) | |
| Alani Ryan | Oct 4 2010, 05:50 PM Post #1 |
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[align=center] [/align]Name: Alani Ryan Codename: Loa Goes By: Lani Power: Phasing by pulling apart the atoms that make up the person or object she is phasing through and then attempting to put them back together after she is through the object. She has trouble with the reassembly (can't do it at all yet) and tends to just destroy everything she phases through. [align=right]Who Am I?[/align] Alani is a very complex person. At the heart of it, she is a much laid back person. Losing her mother at a young age made her have a different outlook at life than most people. Instead of being concerned about everything under the sun, Alani is the exact opposite. Her goal is to get as much out of life as possible. To that end she believes worrying about anything is just a waste of time she could be using to enjoy herself. As such she has been known to be considered very adventurist in many various ways. However while she is generally very carefree, there are other aspects of her personality to take into account. Perhaps the largest is her drive. She has always been one to get what she wants no matter what. Of course this has led to her being accused of being just a tiny bit stubborn. Once she has her mind set, she is as immobile as the bones of a mountain. She is also known for being pretty blunt with her words, saying what is on her mind., being a bit of a wise ass at times. [align=right]Who You Be?[/align] When it comes to other people, Alani is not shy at all. I wouldn't say she makes friends easily, but she definitely has no trouble interacting with people. In fact people tend to gravitate to her and follow her lead. On the rare occasions she feels like taking charge that is. While not afraid of responsibility, she doesn't like it. If you are responsible for something you have to worry, and she dislikes that. Friends I need some =( Enemies I need some of these too... [align=right]The Story Right Now...[/align] Locked Out! Welcome to the girls lounge at two in the morning... the only question now is what happens when you add 1 part Lani, 1 part Skids and 1 part Melody? Hopefully good times or Lani may just zone out. [align=right]The Story Of My Past...[/align] |
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| Wolfsbane | Oct 4 2010, 06:38 PM Post #2 |
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Timeframe: September 2nd, 6 pm Kevin McTaggert had spent more or less all of his family's extended visit at Xavier's Institute in a "funk". Even when they were out on fun touristy outings, even when various students about campus would try to talk to him, any time at all, really. He was openly hostile to everyone, sighing in exasperation at any sign of contact, rolling his eyes, making it very clear that he wasn't interested in anything but being left alone. Furthermore, he had begun engaging in passive agressive attack tactics - minor ones, childish things, really - leaving trash on the floor of the entertainment room, leaving toilets unflushed, playing music loudly out of the open door of the guest bedroom he was staying in. Rahne Sinclair had had enough of her little brother's crap. It had been nearly a month since they arrived, and his attitude was only worsening. Moira, as usual, was busy delving into the scientific side of things, doing what she could to help in the laboratories in the Sub-Basement, even if it was just a matter of speaking with Dr. McCoy, conferring with him on what her projects back home were, offering any insight she could on his own, and whatnot. Rahne understood that - Moira was almost compelled in that aspect, always had been. And the chance to have a meeting of the minds with one of the sharpest minds this side of anywhere was simply too much for Moira to turn away. "Kevin," Rahne announced as she approached his guest room in the staff wing. As usual, the door was wide open, his thrashy, angry punk music that Rahne couldn't quite identify playing far too loudly, spilling out into the hallway. She winced at the sheer volume of it, grimacing slightly. "Kevin!" she reiterated, the boy clearly ignoring her as he sat on the bed, staring at the wall. Steeling herself, she strode into the room and plucked his iPod out from the speaker dock, shutting the music off. "Hey! I was listening to that!" he yelled, spinning around to face his sister. His jaw was tightly set, lips curled back enough to bare his teeth at her, hands curled into tight fists. "I know," she said, setting the iPod down on the dresser and folding her arms at her chest. "We need to talk." "No we don't," he scowled, folding his arms at his chest. "Yes, we do," Rahne said as she strode over to the door and closed it behind her. "Kevin, ye... Kevin, what's wrong wi' you?" "Nothing's wrong! God! Leave me alone!" he threw his arms up in the air in exasperation, turning his back on her again. "Something is wrong, Kevin," she sighed, shaking her head. "Yuir always angry, yuir outright rude to anyone who speaks t' ye, and now ye've been leavin' messes everywhere ye go, I'm thinkin' on purpose. And then this stuff - the noise level, it's disruptive, and you know it... Kevin, tell me what's goin' on. Ye were never this... angry back when we lived on Muir..." "Nothin's goin' on! Damn it, Rahne, I dinnae want to..." "Watch yuir language, Kevin!" "Yuir nae my MOTHER!" he punctuated "mother" with a slam of his fist against the bed. "No, but I am..." "An' yuir nae my sister either! Yuir nothing! Yuir a..." "Kevin, don't..." her voice meeked out quietly. "Yuir a filthy little whorespawn bastard castaway," Kevin said, slowly, deliberately, his mouth turning up into a cruel, dark grin. In that flash of a moment, Rahne's temper, rarely seen, got the better of her. With a snarl, she surged forward, the fur of her half-wolf form sprouting across her skin as she seized Kevin by his shirt with strong, pawlike hands and heaved him up against the wall. "How dare you?!" she roared, barely restrained fury in her eyes. She didn't like her childhood being brought up in that context, and hearing it from her brother was all the more stinging, all the more painful. "After everything I've done for you, after..." "What, yuir gonna hurt me? Gonna bite me with those big bad teeth, gonna..." "Shut up!" Rahne growled, pulling back slightly only to slam him into the wall. "I have had ENOUGH of yuir attitude, I have had enough of... of..." Her eyes widened as she pulled back, mouth hanging open slightly. "Well, go on then!" Kevin yelled, hanging impotently in her grip. "Ye've had enough of what?" "Y-yuir eyes..." Rahne stammered. "My what?" "Yuir eyes are on fire..." At that moment, a powerful explosion rocked the room, knocking power out for the entire staff wing. Every piece of glass in the room was shattered - the windows, the mirror on the dresser, a small glass of water he had sitting on the windowsill. The wall all around was marked with a dark, scorched ring, barring one single spot about thirteen inches wide near the door. Kevin McTaggert lay prone on the floor, eyes open, barely breathing - the body lay there comletely uninhabited. Rahne was gone, the only evidence of her having been there was a small dent in the wall where she had slammed Kevin, a few stray hairs scattered on the floor, and her gold crucifix, callously discarded on the floor, scalding hot to the touch. |
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| Amara Aquilla | Oct 5 2010, 08:46 AM Post #3 |
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Today was uneventful, that was for sure. Amara was having a considerably droll day, and anything that she did couldn't remedy it. In the morning she had gotten up for her morning jog, and then came back to the institute around eight o' clock in the morning to have breakfast. After breakfast, she went into town for the after noon. Nothing really happened then, quite literally, except for some shopping and other things of the sort. She didn't meet anyone important. Everything was just becoming so.. Repetitive, for the Nova Roman. This was something she could easily remedy, or at least to most people it would seem to be, Instead, everything just seems to happen again, on it's own. Now, it was around dinner time and Amara was sitting in the dining room, eating her dinner and reading a book - not at the same time of course, the dining room just seemed to be one of the calmest places in the institute, there was also the library, but she decided against reading in there. There was always at least one person in there, and eerily, tonight there wasn't anyone in the dining room other than Amara. There had to be something up, with that picture. The book that Amara was reading was written by Agatha Christie, and it was keeping Amara's attention considerably well. She was seated at the end of one of the larger tables, as she read. Sure there were a few people that came in and out of the room, but no one really stayed. Be they student, teacher, or even X-Men, they didn't stay. It was probably because, even at six o'clock, it was still a bit early for most people to be eating dinner. Or late, depending. Most normal people ate dinner anywhere ranging from 4 PM, to 9 PM. After that, Amara considered everything a midnight snack whether the people liked it or not. Finally, placing the book on the table, Amara pushed the chair back a bit and stood up, looking around at the empty dining room as she placed her hand on the novel. As Amara began to lift the novel from the table, the lights began to flicker until they suddenly went out. Given the reputation of some of the students at the institute - such as Speed, DJ, and others she was sure - Amara instinctively thought it was one of them messing with her. You really couldn't blame the girl. "All right, come out!" The blond snapped, looking around at the near pitch blackness. "I know you're there!" Amara figured that some one had purposely pulled the breaker for the kitchen and dining room area, and had sent someone as a scout to watch her. Or something. She didn't know just quite how wrong she was. Amara looked towards the door way, and listened. She could hear almost every foot step that was made... Was it truly only this area that had been shut off? Evidence says that it isn't. "Oh dear..." Amara said, finally coming to the realization that the electricity wasn't coming back. At least, not yet. The generators hadn't kicked in yet, but she was sure that they would soon. Slowly, Amara's arm began to glow and the sleeve of her shirt burned off entirely and the area around her was lit. Her arm was now in it's own little version of her magma form, and that was only because she was being cautious... And she needed to see, of course. Placing the book back on the table, Amara held her hand a bit outwards, her palm facing towards the archway. It seemed that the entire institute was black.. What had happened? Was there a black out, or something? No, that wouldn't be dangerous enough. And with the institute - nothing is as simple as one may wish it to be. Though, thinking back a bit, Amara had heard an explosion not too long ago. Shortly before the electricity had went out... It sounded like it was coming from the staff, and family rooms. Amara blinked a bit. "I.. Think I'll go see if everything is okay." She said, there was obviously no one around her. She knew that nobody would hear her... And she knew that her destination was the staff rooms, to figure out just what was going on. About thirty minutes later, Amara had navigated her way around the institute and to the staff rooms. Though, it seemed as normal as it possibly could be. Though, at a time like this, that was suspicious as well. As Amara reached the family rooms, she noticed one of the doors was flung open. "That is Kevin's room.." She mumbled to herself as she approached the bedroom, the door was appropriately flung open like Kevin almost always had it, he only ever closed it if he was asleep or if he was out of room, peering inside, though, Amara noticed the young boy lying on the ground - nearly catatonic. "Meus Deus!" the Nova Roman screamed, in her native language of Latin as she quickly ran up to the boy and allowed her left arm to return to being, well, human, as she sat beside the near lifeless corpse, picking Kevin up into her arms. "Kevin!" Was all that she really could get out, his eyes were dilated, and his breathing was shallow. "No.. you CANNOT die!" Amara snapped, loud enough that it caused the entire area to echo with her voice. Looking around at the room, Amara did notice, however, that Rahne's rosary was on the ground - as well as red fur. "....Rahne, what did you do?" |
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| Warpath | Oct 5 2010, 10:55 PM Post #4 |
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Danger Room session complete. Until next time Mr. Proudstar. "Yeah, yeah you big bucket of bolts. You almost got me this time," James rubbed the bruise on his thigh where he'd been hit pretty hard by one of the automated machines that the training room had surprised him with. He walked out of the room chuckling, before taking the elevator up to the main floors of the mansion. James was looking forward to a long hot shower and whatever was being cooked for supper. He had just gotten back to his room when an explosion rocked the entire wing and James was thrown off his feet. He rose unsteadily to his feet and looked around, confused. The power had gone out, at least in this part of the Institute and the back up power wasn't kicking in for some reason. The explosion hadn't been that far away. James crept out into the hallway and slinked closer to the epicenter of the blast. Were they under attack? Had some unforeseen enemy penetrated the mansion's defenses? He finally made his way to the room Kevin had been staying in and found Amara clutching the body of the young teenage mutant. "No, not dead." Warpath assured her from the doorway, scanning the room warily to see that whatever had caused the disturbance wasn't sticking around to ambush them. He could hear the light, rasping breathing coming from the unconscious boy with his enhanced hearing. Satisfied, that they whatever had done this had left, James knelt next to Amara, touching her lightly on the shoulder and taking the limp form from her arms. He straightened up and his voice took on an authoritative tone. "But we need to get him help fast. Find a telepath. We'll need Hank and Avery in the infirmary. Scott needs to be notified immediately and so does Dr. McTaggert." He gently walked out the door, making sure not to bump the boy's head. "I'll get him to the infirmary. We can figure out what the hell happened after we make sure he's okay." |
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| Jack Russell | Oct 6 2010, 02:28 AM Post #5 |
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Reaching inside the dryer to fetch a stuck sock, Jack inhaled the fresh scent of his newly laundered clothing, although they had been washed without dyes or perfumes--they smelled clean--which was really all he could ask for as a guy. Half of his cotton pants and shirts were neatly folded into his basket, and the rest were clumped into a pile of static. And as he crouched on the balls of his feet to scoop the rest of the clothing into the crook of his arm, Jack felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up in alarm. Startled, he reeled back and snapped his body around, inhaling sharply. Curiously, he cocked his head as he found nothing. Just as his nerves began to settle, an explosion rocked the wing, hard enough that Jack slammed his head into the rim of the dryer while the lights flickered out. What the fuck was that?! Forgetting his clothes and throwing them on top of the machine, the blue-eyed shapeshifter darted from the laundry room in complete darkness, shifting as he went, his eyes adjusting so he could see perfectly. His claws were surely ripping off the varnish from the beautiful floors, surely shredding any carpets he tread across, but that was hardly Jack's concern as he bounded down the hallway. Then he scented it: trepidation, disorder, and hot metal. He did not have to venture far down the hall of the staff wing, skidding to a halt as he saw Warpath emerging from a guest room, holding the limp body of Kevin. "What is it?" he gasped, his voice throated and growling. He sniffed again as his eyes went dark in terror. "Rahne. Where's Rahne?!" Jack nearly barreled past both X-Men at the scene, his eyes darting around pleadingly as he found nothing--even her scent was fading. But she was here, she had been here, and Jack jerked around, craning his neck and inhaling rapidly. He stumbled across Rahne's rosary, the tips scorching his thick footpads. Quietly, he picked it up, tender with the piece of jewelry despite his large fingers and talons. His blood rushed and boiled all at once, trying to quell the panic gripping his heart. |
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| Clarice Ferguson | Oct 7 2010, 03:17 AM Post #6 |
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Breathing with great focus, Clarice stared at the white depths of the canvas in front her eyes. There were no classes or special events happening on this day, resulting in it becoming her painting day. Slouching on the black stool in front of the plain, white paper before her, she heard a slight rumble. Not only did she hear it, but she also felt it. Reaching for her belly with her hand, she knew that without food, she would die a slow death; of starvation. Rubbing her belly some more, she finally had the motivation to get up and get some food from the kitchen. That is what she deserved for being so interested in painting, but being too lazy to walk downstairs for some necessary nutrition. When she satt up, she noticed that it was eight-thirty. Usually, she eats breakfast at maybe six or seven in the morning. This explains her dire hunger. Not having the patience to walk there, she had taken advantage of her mutant ability of teleporting. With a wave of her hand, a pink portal appeared in front of her, glowing and sparkling like the stars. One step, two step, she entered the portal; in which it vanished with a blink. Almost a second later, she exited the same portal into the kitchen. Seeing Amara eating breakfast, she simply waved. Clarice did not know Amara too well, but she did remember meeting her on Rahne's birthday. She seemed pretty nice. Grabbing a red apple off of the fruit basket in the center of a table, taking a large bite of it, then creating another portal to return to her room upstairs. Once there, she finished the apple, once again, staring at a blank, white sheet of paper. This was one of the few times where she had no idea of what to paint. Looking to her right, she saw the painting of her Bahamas` home hanging by a nail on the wall. She smiled as the sweet memories filled her thoughts; but she quickly turned away as she imagined the painting burning. Not having the want to paint anymore, she walked over to her bed; lifelessly jumping on top of it. On her nightstand, she grabbed a random novel by an author that she did not know of. The sound of a beeping alarm had awaken her, when she realized that it was now five-thirty in the evening; the novel still lying open in her palms. Did I sleep for that long? Clarice did not really care as there was nothing going on that day, it could be her lazy day now, not her painting day. Having a more than enough rest, she quickly jumped out of bed and walked over to her closet. Finding her orange sweatshirt, she pulled it over her head, and a random thought bounced into her mind. Why did I set my alarm for now? Thinking about it for a few moments, she finally remembered that she was supposed to help Rahne today. Actually, Clarice wanted to know more about Kevin, wanting to get to know him better. Now that she started to become more social, why were the people she always wanted to know more the obscure types? Walking through the hallways, she entered the staff wing of the mansion. Almost near Rahne's room, if that is where she was at the moment, the hallway lights suddenly flickered, then completely went out. "Hello?" She was definitely not the one to embrace the darkness, as she was afraid that something terrible would happen to her when she couldn't see her surroundings. In a matter of seconds, everything started to shake as she stumbled into a standing vase. Without a doubt, it knocked over and broke into pieces. "Oh my gosh!" The lights flickered back on as she saw the broken vase on the hallway grounds, and a bloody cut on her hand. At least it was not too deep, but that did not mean that it still had slight pain. Covering her wound with her other hand, she quickly walked, ran, over to the nearest room with the door open. She remembered that Rahne told her that Kevin was staying in this room. Oh, what a coincidence, she thought. However, Warpath had suddenly walked out holding a lifeless Kevin. She also noticed that Jack had rushed to the room. Putting her hand to her forehead to try and think, she forgot about the bloody hands. Curiously, and afraid, Clarice's heart started to pump faster. When she could finally see inside of the room, she saw a worried Amara and a panicked Jack. When Warpath stated that he was going to take him to the infirmary, she stumbled across her words a bit, "Uh... I... I could teleport you there...?" Which she stated rather quickly and nervously. So many questions had impacted her mind all at the same time. Where was Rahne? What happened to Kevin? What was up with the whole lights and rumbling? She wanted to know all of the answers, but at the same time, she was scared of what the outcome would be. |
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| Yantra | Oct 8 2010, 04:07 AM Post #7 |
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It should’ve been against the law to be so bored. In his month at Xavier’s Keren had made a few acquaintances that had the potential becoming friends. But Keren, ever the social maven, wasn’t talking to any of them. At least, not beyond quick vignettes in the hallways. Keren convinced himself that if he was scarce he would appear less clingy and needy, and as a result the friendships would develop better. This meant a lot of lonely days however, and lonesome meant bored. “Even I don’t know where you get these brilliant ideas.” Said Mal, agitatedly shifting from foot to foot. “Even when your roommate asks if you want to hang out…you say no. It isn’t considered ‘clingy’ when you are invited Keren.” Obviously Keren wasn’t the only one feeling a bit stir crazy. “I just didn’t feel like going…” his voice trailed off, and Mal knew exactly why. On his very first day at Xavier’s Keren had a bit off an accident/panic attack. He’d hoped that the “one day you will look back and laugh” stage would occur sooner than later. But, a month had passed and he was still immensely embarrassed. “To tired…” he added feebly. “Honestly I don’t understand why you even bother lying. Now get up, we can at least go for a walk or something.” Begrudgingly, Keren relented. He decided a run would be better than a walk, so he put on some trainers and grabbed his ipod. As usual, the run was absolutely scenic. It was always nice to expel energy amongst the trees and waterfall. Going around the campus for the third time, Keren stumbled as the ground shook. “What in hell…?” he said as terrible crashing noises obscured his music. Above him, Mal was already flying to investigate. Broken glass lay on the grass as dust wafted out of the window. Immediately Keren thought it was a power mishap, but he didn’t think students lived in this part of the building. He looked up, shielding his eyes from the sun and remembered that this section housed the Staff rooms. Through the window he could hear confused and terrified shouting. Keren was unsure of what was happening, but whatever it was it wasn’t a mere power mishap. ------ Mal flew up to the open window and peered in on the scene. At once, her silver eyes looked down about the lifeless body on the floor. It was the rude teenager, Kevin, they’d met previously.”Not dead.” someone was saying ”Rahne, where is Rahne?”. It was utter chaos within the destroyed room. As Mal watched the scene unfold she couldn't help but think…What has that boy done?” |
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| Wolverine(Matt) | Oct 9 2010, 09:03 PM Post #8 |
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“C'mon Foley! You can hit harder'n that!” Josh threw a fist at the side of Wolverine's head, only to have it intercepted by the feral's forearm and batted away. Logan's other hand immediately shot out and slapped the boy across the head with an open palm had enough to make his skull ring, more than likely. His black hair went flying in every direction as the kid's head bounced to the side on his shoulders. The kid's mouth twisted in a frown as he took another shot, jabbing directly at the older man's face and following it up with a hook aimed at his ribs. In one fluid motion, Logan had the wrist belonging to the second attack in a lock, Josh's shoulder gripped tight as he was bent over backwards... on the verge of falling on his ass as Wolverine held him firmly in place. The look on his face showed him that he was at the edge of his pain tolerance. “Worse'n usual, kid.” He let go, and Josh fell to the mat, still staring up at the ceiling. Wolverine walked away from him, “We're done.” “What,” Josh asked, sitting up as he rubbed the side of his head, “We've only been at it twenty minutes. I'm barely breaking a sweat.” “No. I mean I'm done wastin my time on you.” Without waiting for a reply, Logan walked off the mat, snatching the flannel shirt he had shed off a random stool and slipping it on, not bothering to button it up over his A-shirt. He heard Josh scrambling off the mat to follow him, “What? Wait.” Logan didn't slow down, walking through the automatic doors of the gym with grim determination as Josh rushed to catch up with him. “Why,” Josh asked at his side. “'Cause yer gettin worse,” he gruffed back. “That's why you're training me,” Josh retorted. “I stopped trainin you weeks ago.” “Huh?” He activated the elevator and waited for it to show up whirling to face him, “Yer full of anger, kid. I get it, but you ain't the first teenager who feels like he's misunderstood. You ain't the first kid who's had his family not give a rat's ass. You're walkin around here with a chip on yer shoulder. Don't always act like it, but it's there. And don't tell me it ain't,” he cut Josh off as the kid opened his mouth, likely to protest. “Christ. You ask me to train you, then you turn around and act like yer the only law in this place by beating Keller. Then you come down here askin to fight, and you're worse than when we first started. You'd be off the team completely, but that ain't my call.” The elevator opened and he walked in, Josh on his heels, “Isn't it a bit hypocritical for you –” “We ain't talkin 'bout me,” Logan snapped. “You act like yer the first person the world's ever taken a dump on. How 'bout you grow the fuck up and decide whether you wanna spend more time in the sandbox or whether you wanna do somethin real. You got bigger problems to face than Keller. Till you figure that out, I'm wastin my time with you.” The elevator doors opened and Logan stepped out in the hallway, just in time to see the lights flicker and die. He halted, looking up at the ceiling, waiting for the generators to come back on. His extra sensitive hearing picked up on commotion; Wolverine looked over his shoulder, “I don't want you outta my sight. Come with me.” The pair ran down the hallway, Josh confused and Logan increasingly alarmed. They both came to a halt when they saw Proudstar bringing out the McTaggart kid in his arms – a very limp kid. He stepped aside to let the big man pass, “Scott's out. On a recruitment trip with Jean. Josh, go to the infirmary with them. You,” he said, pointing to Keren, “Go make sure Moira knows.” Josh took off, following James as they started to toward the infirmary. Logan stepped into the room and looked around, already sniffing the area. It was a goddamn mess. He glanced from Amara to Blink to Jack, crouching beside the latter and taking in the sight of the cross, “Rahne?” He glanced back up at the two girls, “You see what happened?” |
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| Jeb Guthrie | Oct 9 2010, 10:37 PM Post #9 |
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Looking for cats was a lot harder than you might expect. Jeb had spent the last several hours roaming the campus searching for a feral cat he had seen a few nights previous. He had planned on catching the scruffy animal and letting it loose in Jay's new room. It was simply too good to be true, Jeb was absolutely ecstatic he didn't need to share a room with his older brother anymore. Finally he could do what he wanted in the room and not have to worry about Jay breathing over his shoulder and watching what he did. Last thing he needed was his older brother snitching on him to all the administration. Best of all, no feathers. So what better way to celebrate than stick the mangy animal into Jay's room to attack the boy or at least cover the room in a nice coating of fur. Unfortunately his plans didn't really pan out the way he had hoped and couldn't find the animal anywhere. He had tried checking by the lake, and the stables, the boat house, everywhere, and not a sign of the feline. After about three hours or searching, Jeb had pretty much come to the conclusion that he would not be finding the animal and decided to give up and head back to the mansion for food. Turkey, pizza or egg rolls, one of the toughest decisions Jeb had to deal with. As he walked back towards the school he inwardly debated, listing both the pros and cons of each food. He had gotten back to his hallway when the lights went out, the sound of a crash reverberating through the empty hallways. Startled, he jumped back, thrown off by the strange happening. "What the hell-" He cut himself off, unsure exactly how to react. Turning around several times, looking around for someone to come up to him and tell him what was wrong, but the only other person was another student who seemed just as confused as he was. "What was that?" "Ah, have no clue." "Well, what should we do?" "Uh" He paused not quite sure what to tell the startled student. "Ah'ma go find a teacher 'r somthin'" He couldn't see how she replied, but assumed she had gone off in the other direction, perhaps to do the same. True to his word he turned and trotted off down the hall towards the source of the sound in search of anyone in authority. Slowing when he found a growing crowd outside that visiting kid's room. Continuing forward, stopping next to Keren, who had apparently also just walked over. "Hey man what's up with the lights? What's goin' down?" Jeb tried to get a look into the room, but several people obscured the view. The only thing he could make out was the shattered window. "Aw cripes, someone blow a gasket?" |
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| Amara Aquilla | Oct 10 2010, 03:29 AM Post #10 |
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"No. Not Dead. A voice beckoned fro the doorway, Amara knew that the boy wasn't dead - at least not yet. However, it seemed that he was lifeless none the less. The child was only fourteen. There had to be something they could do to stop it, right? Amara was sure there was, and Warpath had a very valid point. They needed to get him help - fast. Quickly getting to her feet, the blond nodded her head. "..Of course." She whispered in a gentle tone. The boy seemed to be stable enough, but there was no telling whether or not the harshly breathing body would even last it through a few more hours - let alone the night. If Amara's suspicions were true, then she didn't know what to think. Her idea of Rahne Sinclair, the feral mutant that nearly the entire school had known to love, would be proven to be more than meets the eyes. Sure, she was a feral. She probably gave in to desire, Amara didn't doubt it. Ferals do that from time to time, she was sure that the eldest X-man that she knew of - Wolverine - even gave into desire some times. It was instinct. But that wasn't the point, Kevin was supposed to be her brother.. And if she did what Amara thought she did... Well, Amara didn't quite know any longer. Amara glanced back towards the door when she noticed that someone - no, something - else was entering. Though, either something or someone would have sufficed. The institutes other lupine mutant, Jack Russel, had just entered the scene and lifted Rahne's rosary off the ground. "She was here," Amara said, looking towards the mutant, "but I am not sure of how long ago. I'm not sure if she is connected to Kevin's... State." Amara said. She wasn't sure if what she said would upset Jack in any way, shape, or form.. But it was worth it. He seemed just as worried, or as suspicious, as anyone else in the room. Though, Amara heard another voice outside in the hall way. Stammering very fast, and nervous. The voice was familiar. It was Clarice "Blink" Ferguson.. And she was just out in the hallway. It was odd that so far, more than half of the people that had greeted Moira, Kevin, and Miles in the foyer of the institute nearly a month ago, had gathered here. Maybe a coincidence...? Probably. Amara glanced towards the floor as she heard a dripping noise. She blinked her eyes and looked back up to the purpleish pink girl, and stepped a bit closer. "Are you hurt?" Amara asked. It was blatantly obvious that she was, but Amara still had to ask none the less. Though, before Amara could hear Clarice answer, another figure entered the room. It was surprisingly getting crowded, though Amara understood. A situation like this was bound to be dangerous, and Amara figured that she knew what they would find at the center of it all. She did keep in mind that Kevin was a suspected mutant, and that possession was a possibility. But at this point - and through irrational thinking - Amara didn't think that was the case. Though, she didn't rule it out entirely. She just didn't think that was it. Looking towards Wolverine as he asked if either of the two saw something, Amara quickly shook her head. "No. I did not, and I was the first one here. All I'd seen was red fur.. That rosary, and Kevin comatose on the floor." Amara informed. She sighed a bit. She wanted to know what was going on. |
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| Yantra | Oct 10 2010, 06:17 AM Post #11 |
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Viewing the devastation through Mal’s eyes, Keren ran into the school. He was silently scolding Mal for thinking such bad thoughts about a boy who is clearly in trouble. On Rahne’s birthday, Keren was treated to an impromptu meet and greet with her and her family. Mal voiced her opinion of the moody teenager that same day…She didn’t like him. Kevin wasn’t the most fun to be around Keren had to admit. On the handful of run-ins he shared with the boy, his behavior was positively detestable. Still, he didn’t think it anything but teenage angst. Mal, however, thought him more sinister. She was currently ranting into Keren’s mind as he ran up the steps two by two, but Keren told her to be quiet. Ignoring her raving, he arrived on the correct floor to find Jeb Guthrie approaching from the opposite direction. "Hey man what's up with the lights? What's goin' down?" Keren hadn’t realized that the lights had failed, there were on when he entered the building… Just how bad was the explosion? “I honestly don’t know, but something is wrong with Rahne’s younger brother. Have you seen her around?” Jeb was craning for a better view, but the room was packed with people. “Yea the room is total...” “You!” came a gruff voice. Keren looked up to see Mr. Logan, one of the more frightening teachers at Xavier’s, pointing straight at him. Jumping a little Keren glanced behind him to be sure the teacher was addressing him. When he found no one, he replied: “Uh, yessir?” “Go make sure Moira knows.” Keren blinked a nodded. He wasn’t exactly sure where the Doc was but, never wanting to disappoint, he dashed down the hallway once again. As he made his way down the hall one of the other residents, James his name was, was carrying the unconscious body to the infirmary. The most obvious plan of action was to follow them to the lower levels; it was common knowledge that the famous Dr. McTaggart spent most of her time there. He ran the whole way there, dodging confused students. Most of the people he passed weren’t even that concerned, these things happen in a school full of mutant children. But the site of Kevin’s lifeless body shocked most. In the elevator Keren couldn’t keep still. “Rahne is usually the first person on the scene, where could she be.” He said aloud, remembering all the times he’d bumped into her during his stay. He was hoping she was on campus, even if he’d been certain Dr. McTaggart was in the labs, he wasn’t too keen on being the one to tell her. “I doubt she is here. You’re just going to have to bear it.” Said Mal sternly. The elevator opened and Keren wasn’t too sure as to where to go. The only place he’d been to down her was the Danger Room, and he clearly had no clearance for any of the rooms here. He sighed and looked to Mal…this was going to be awkward. ------- Mal took off of Keren’s shoulder and flew into the first door. She went this way and that trying to find something lab-like. As she flew, her tether to Keren began to tighten, but he ran back and forth along with her to give the bird some slack. As she ghosted through a room that brought the ‘Justice Friends’ cartoons to mind, Mal felt Keren give himself an inner facepalm. Apparently the doors were labeled. Following his direction, Mal flew into the door marked “Laboratory”. Immediately she saw Dr. McTaggart huddled over a telescope, concentrating fully on the slide. Stealing her reserve, Mal shivered and rippled into corporeality. She cleared her throat to announce her presence and said, rather hesitantly. “Excuse me ma’am, your son Kevin is unconscious. You should come with us to the infirmary now.” |
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| Wolfsbane | Oct 10 2010, 07:08 AM Post #12 |
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The pale green glow of the holographic projector illuminated Moira McTaggert's face as she stood and stared at the two swirling DNA helixes simulated in front of her, clipboard and pen in hand (and yes, Moira was aware that pen and paper was a very antiquated way of taking notes, but she found it preferable - it was how she learned back in school, it was how she worked now). Much of the work of mapping out mutations, of figuring out exactly where, at their basest root, superhuman abilities sprung from, was difficult to start. It depended heavily on sheer persistence at the beginning - combing through every link in the chain to find the variations. And the variations were usually very subtle. It was rare that a mutated gene looked vastly different from a non-mutated one, much in a way how human beings and chimpanzees were approximately ninety nine percent identical when it came down to the genetics. So what was that one thing, that one single aspect, that made it different? Where was it? The other problem, of course, being that each mutant was unique, each mutant was independently different from each other - so the variations were different. There was no one single constant, but there may have been a trend, a tendency. If Moira could find it, if she could uncover it, it would be revolutionary in the study of... "Oh! I'm sorry, I dinnae hear ye come in, what can-" she started, staring at the ephemeral bird wide-eyed, the geneticist in her immediately trying to catalogue what this creature was. The most logical assumption was that it was the telepathic avatar of one of the students, but it didn't seem to be speaking into her mind, so... her train of thought, however, was interrupted at the bird's statement of the purpose of its visit. "What? What do ye mean, 'he's unconcious'? Has he been hurt? What happened?" she tossed her clipboard aside, letting it clatter noisily on the tabletop beside her as she rushed out the automatic sliding doors. Her mind raced faster than her feet as she ran to the infirmary. Even though the odds were good that the in-house staff would have it well in hand, she couldn't help but go over the possibilities. Heartrate monitor, emergency oxygen in case he was having trouble breathing. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe he was just severely dehydrated from not drinking or eating enough and would need an IV. Yes, maybe that was it. |
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| Warpath | Oct 14 2010, 12:54 AM Post #13 |
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Crossing into the hallway James nearly ran into Wolverine heading a crowd of people who had come to investigate. That was the thing James loved about Xavier's. Anywhere else in the world, if there had been an explosion, people would have been running in the opposite direction. At Xavier's they ran toward the trouble. It was a testament to the kind of values that were instilled at the Institute. Everyone wanted to be a hero. James took in Wolverine's news with a scowl. Damn. What terrible timing. Nodding to Foley, he sat off at a brisk trot with the young X-Man in tow. He didn't want to move too fast and hurt the boy worse than what he was but at the same time he had the feeling that urgency was definitely needed. "Don't suppose you've had any luck getting those healing powers back, huh?" He said with a sidelong glance at Josh. "Could sure come in handy about now." They reached the infirmary and James gently laid him down on one of the beds. Straightening up, he clapped Josh on the back. "I'm letting you take over here, bud, at least until our resident medical professionals get down here. I'm thinking my talents can be better used elsewhere." Quickly making his way out of the infirmary, James decided to act on a hunch. He never thought of himself as much of a thinker, but he was a gifted tracker, probably the best one at the institute if you didn't count the ferals. And a lot of tracking came to adding up pieces of the puzzle. While this one seemed pretty complicated on the outside, when James eliminated the variables and focused in on the facts it became a lot simpler. Fact 1 - Something violent had happened in that room. Fact 2- Kevin was hurt and Rahne was missing. Fact 3 - People had arrived on the scene pretty quickly and no one had seen anyone leave or running from the room. Fact 4 - The window was busted open. All that added up to the fact that whatever or whoever was still standing at the end of the disturbance had gone out the window. So instead of returning up to Kevin's room James made his way out a side door in the mansion to the grounds. He reached his destination under the room full of people buzzing and talking excitedly. James shook his head. Somebody needed to step up and take charge. Tell the people who couldn't help to get lost. That many people could trample any shred of evidence that could lead them to the perpetrator of the incident. James began to walk in a circle underneath the window, scanning the ground for some clues. Had Rahne been abducted by whatever had attacked the Mansion? She had definitely been there. Stopping suddenly, James swore. He dropped to his knees and traced the outline of tracks that could only belong to one person. Whatever had happened up there, Rahne had left on her own accord. James followed the tracks all the way to the edge of the woods. Should he follow? He hesitated slightly, and doubled back to the Mansion. It wasn't smart to go this alone. At the very least he needed to let the others know what he had found. Not having Scott around to bark orders complicated things as well. "Logan!" James called up to the window. "You're gonna need to get down here." As an afterthought he added, "And bring Jack too." If anyone deserved to know what he had found it was Jack. Plus he could use the man's tracking ability. The two of them could cover more ground together than he could alone. |
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| Elixir | Oct 16 2010, 05:13 PM Post #14 |
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“Yeah. No. Sorry,” Josh replied to Warpath's query about whether the healing aspect of his abilities were going to suddenly kick back to life in the face of their current predicament. He recalled a time where he wished more than anything to have offensive abilities like Jason or Billy or Bobby. Some of them could smack down evil-doers with a minor glance, yet Elixir had always felt incredibly inadequate in Danger Room simulations because all he could do was heal. Now he would give just about anything to have his golden skin back. He trotted along in James' wake silently, mentally kicking himself for his inability to access those beautiful gifts, wondering what was wrong with Kevin. When they finally made it to the infirmary, there was barely anyone there aside from a skeleton crew. One nurse was fixing a cast on an eleven year-old girl. The only other infirmary staffer bustled up to the bed Warpath had laid the kid on. “Let's get the monitor on him,” Josh said as he bent over the body. Though he didn't have the gift to heal, countless hours spent in the infirmary made Josh feel in his element. Warpath said he would leave everything in Foley's hands and took off before Josh could get in a word to the large man. He'd wished Proudstar had stayed, though he didn't have a clue why. Turning back to Kevin, Josh ripped open his shirt as the male nurse hooked nodes up to the machine and began to attach them to the patient. Elixir's blue eyes scanned the body looking for any outward signs of injury... there had been some sort of explosion, yet not a burn or bruise marred McTaggart's skin. Strange. Though Josh couldn't heal, he'd learned that he still had the ability to delve into bodies and determine the cause of illnesses. He hesitated as the nurse continued, his ebony hands hovering over Kevin's chest... the boy didn't seem to be breathing. The male nurse had noticed and was already taking steps to rectify the situation. The best thing Josh could do was to use his abilities to determine what had happened to Moira's son. He closed his eyes as he placed his hands on McTaggart's cool skin, listening to what the body told him. Immediately his eyes flew open, hands jumping back as if he'd been burned – he didn't like what he'd just 'heard'. “What the...” |
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| Wolverine(Matt) | Oct 16 2010, 05:14 PM Post #15 |
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Logan growled deep in his throat, lip curling at the lack of answers. One kid completely out of it, one teacher disappeared, a small-scale explosion of unknown origin... and a smell he couldn't quite put his finger on. What the fuck? “Jack,” Wolverine said without even looking at his fellow feral, “I need you to keep it together. Yer no good to me or Rahne if you lose it.” With that, he stood up from his crouch, sniffing the air as his eyes wandered the room taking in every detail. There were a few shards from the blown out window... Logan walked over to it, placing one hand on each side of the frame as he peered out. A small group of people were gathered around the immediate area underneath the broken sill... he'd have to question any of them whether they saw anything or not. Likely, they'd all simply heard the noise and collected to see what the commotion was about. Fuckin useless... He turned back around, and made his way toward the center of the room, elbowing and shouldering by whoever the hell was in his way. His eyes were narrowed in frustration... he could smell the faint remains of hot metal, yet nothing appeared to be burned or even scorched. Logan's eyes fell on the rosary beads in Jack's hand... and he crouched beside his lupine friend, fingers brushing a few of the gold beads that dangled from a half-wolf hand. They were warm... not scalding, but warm enough... He looked over his shoulder at the dent in the wall he'd spied almost as soon as he entered the room. “Dammit,” he muttered. All these kids in here made it next to impossible to tell how many people had originally been in the room when the explosion had taken place. If they hadn't been in here, Wolverine might have been able to tell whether or not there had been a third person in here... someone who had exited through the window with Rahne. Damn kids... why couldn't they leave well enough alone? He ran over to the window, looking around for any trace he could see from there, but it was pointless... he turned back to the room. “Alright,” he growled, “I want everyone except Jack to clear out. You ain't doin anybody any good. Go study or whatever the hell you kids do.” "Logan! You're gonna need to get down here." Proudstar's voice carried through the window he'd just looked through a few moments ago; good man. "And bring Jack too." “You,” he said to the newly-arrived Jeb Guthrie, “clear all the kids out of the hall and tell 'em to stay away or they'll have Saturday detentions with me for a month. Then go down to the infirmary and get checked out.” He didn't feel right about whatever that smell was. “You,” he pointed at Blink, “I want you to go round up all those people outside. Ask 'em if they say anything. Any who did, have 'em sent to the infirmary. The rest, tell them to move on. Got it?” He didn't wait for a reply as he strode toward the door, pausing long enough to cast Jack a glance over his shoulder, “Hear that? Proudstar's found somethin. You wanna sit there and cry or you wanna help us find Rahne?” “Magma, yer with me,” he said as he stepped into the hall. Some form of energy was used and as the old adage went, fight fire with fire. He thought it was a stupid saying, but eh... Wolverine hurried down the hallways, brushing past students and teachers alike and hurried down the stairs, hurtling out the front door and trusting that the pair that he had told to come with him were on his heels. Outside, he jogged up to Warpath, “What'd ya find?” |
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