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 Heroic Memorial, Calling all NCXS staff!
Magneto
 Posted: Mar 8 2015, 05:25 PM
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All Hail the House of M


March 5, 2013 (2:10pm)

Parliament Hill, holding a grandiose building arranged in a fashion to overlook the deciduous trees and the blue water that surrounded its borders. People walked to and fro across its paved streets, their feet tapping against the bricks with every passing step. The Centennial Flame, a circular fountain that lay in front of the Mackenzie Tower had several commoners sitting on its lip, relishing in knowing spring was around the corner.

Erik stuffed his hands in his coat and continued onward, beyond the Centennial Flame and toward a glass fixture located against a barrier that looked upon the city of Ottawa. Hundreds of people gathered around its base, but none lingered on the fixture. Instead, they continued downward, most wearing a red, maple leaf pin on their clothing.

Erik stopped at the Canadian Police Memorium, glancing at the names of the fallen police officers that died on duty. Each glass block was a single police officer, twenty-eight in all, with chilled fingerprints on their glass and some a set of lips from a passing widow.

Magneto followed the rest, ignoring the cold wind.

Another wall was next to the police memorium, more glass laced with marble. The crowd had gathered around its wall and was flashing pictures. Today was a memorial to the other fallen sort--the kind that died saving lives despite being hated. Nobody at the school had known about it, until the Stepford Cuckoos had discovered today was its unveiling.

"A memorial to fallen superheroes," Erik finally said as he waited for the others he brought to gather around him. "We may never see the day the U.S. builds one of these." His tone was bit with venom, and much to his surprise, the wall was becoming even more crowded. All these people were here to see the names of fallen superheroes? Some wore the face paint of red and white. Others waved a flag.

Saint Elmo, Alexander Thorne, Roger Bochs, Kyle Gibney, Rutherford Princeton, Louis Sadley Jr., Amelia Weatherly, Zuzha Yu, Lillian Crawley-Jeffries... Some were mutants. Some weren't. The organization they were from was labeled at the very top of the memorial.

Alpha Flight.

"This is a first in its history. A memorial created to remember fallen heroes with mutants upon its ranks. No one here brings pitchforks or fire. They wish only to see it and perhaps give thanks to the sacrifice these heroes brought." He gazed upon the names, recognizing a few, not knowing others, before he turned around the best he could given the group of people every where. "Your assignment is to proceed within the crowd and ask the people about any name you see on the list. See what they tell you--stories they know, memories they saw first hand--then report your findings to any teacher of your choosing. You have thirty minutes to do what's needed, starting now."

He nodded and turned back around. He was close enough to the wall and reached out to touch a name. Kyle Gibney. A name he recognized when he crawled through left over records in the Weapon X facility where they now stay. Perhaps not a hero, but he was apart of a heroic team, and deserved to be on the list with the others.
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 Posted: Mar 8 2015, 06:04 PM
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Emma brought up the rear of their little group, gliding along as though an honored guest, not an extraneous participant. Despite her arrogance regarding the details behind her situation, she wasn't going to press her luck. She was dressed in a simple pair of jeans. Soft, white ankle boots made little sound at her footfalls. A silvery/white sweater was hidden behind her white pea-coat. Her long blonde locks were tied into a simple ponytail. No fur, actual denim and no exposed skin. She was positively virginal. The transition back to her classic white wasn't a subtle one. Overnight, she had embraced her past in a literal sense.

The ever watchful Emma Frost was a bit distracted this day. Despite all of the commotion and the importance of this day, her focus wasn't on the memorial or even the multitude of people. Her concentration was divided elsewhere. Eyes squinted slightly and her fingertips pressed against her temple. For outsiders, it looked like she might be nursing a headache. For those that knew her, or perhaps knew of telepaths in general, it looked like she was using her powers.

The truth was a combination of both. For the past few days a migraine had made her all but bed ridden. Yesterday it was slightly improved and she felt a few steps above death itself. Today was even better still. Now, an added symptom was a buzzing in the back of her head. Subtle at their facilities and growing more intense the closer to the city they drew. Despite knowing what the origins of the buzzing were, it didn't make the annoyance or the pain easier to bare. Was she complaining? Of course not. She would be stupid to complain of such a bounty.

Emma stayed in the rear, listening as Erik outlined the students' objectives. After they dispersed, she walked up to the wall, hand falling to her side, fingers curling and uncurling. Blue eyes roamed over each name. Even she could feel the significance in this moment. Despite the familiarity of the bees in the back of her head, she did nothing to focus that feeling or concentrate on it. Unless she wanted her skull split in two, she was going to let them continue to beat their rhythm on the inside of her skull.

"This was a good idea. It is important for them to see society becoming more progressive and understanding."
Angel [Teen]
 Posted: Mar 13 2015, 06:25 PM
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He was healed, or as healed as he could be after his stint at their school's surroundings. With his wings bandaged tight against his back to make him appear normal, Warren wore a light weight coat, a pair of jeans, and never bothered to brush his hair. Not that it mattered. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his coat as his eyes swept his surroundings. He wasn't familiar with this place. He knew they were in Canada, but a sign he read a few feet back mentioned Parliament Hill. Why were they around a place that screamed law makers? One false move and everyone around here would be screaming mutants were coming to attack.

Angel frowned. Maybe this time was different. Where he came from, mutants were still... monsters. Now they seemed more common after the Phoenix fiasco, with a polarizing opinion on acceptance and not. He wished his wings would flatten tighter.

He was shoved more than once. He glared at the people, but all of them were too busy peering ahead. Magneto cleaved them a path toward the front, and finally Angel saw what the point of the field trip was. A memorial.

Warren listened to Erik's words over the crowd, flicking his glance to the memorial then to the people. He was right. No one seemed to even try to desecrate the monument. Light bulbs flashing, strange, rectangular doodads being raised--tablets, Warren remembered. He shook his head. Modern terms for technology was going to be the death of him yet.

"Your assignment is to proceed within the crowd and ask the people about any name you see on the list. See what they tell you--stories they know, memories they saw first hand--then report your findings to any teacher of your choosing. You have thirty minutes to do what's needed, starting now."

Angel pushed himself toward the front and eyeballed the names. None of them looked familiar to him, not that they should. He wasn't sure what Alpha Flight was, but ascertained they were a superhero group of sorts with government connections if the memorial placement was any indication. Taking a name and twisting around, he flashed a smile to Eva, frowned at Alan, then moved deeper into the crowd.

He came across an elderly gentleman who seemed contented to stand toward the back. He seemed nice enough, so he was the one Angel approached. "Excuse me," he said, flashing a smile, "could you tell me who Rutherford Princeton was?"

The man flashed him a look and sneered. "An asshole." Angel took a step back, surprised by the reaction. "When he was a police officer, he had to choose between my mom or the drug dealers. Guess who he let die before my eyes?" The fire in the man's vision was filled with heat. "To think they made a memorial with his name on it. Do you see a memorial for the people he let die? How about all the people Alpha Flight ended up killing while trying to save others?" A wad of spit flew at Angel's feet. Warren swallowed and nodded.

"Sorry. I didn't know. Excuse me."

He twisted around until he found Eva again, flushed with embarrassment and worry. "I'm starting to think not everyone is here to memorialize Alpha Flight. More like biding their time in hopes of spitting on it."
Tempus
 Posted: Mar 17 2015, 11:28 PM
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Eva Bell liked to pretend that she was too grown up to be excited about something like field trips, but that was pretty much a lie. Besides, field trips with /this/ school were probably way more intense than anything she might have done at home. She wondered if maybe this was like a mission or whatever, but without the dire circumstances? It wasn't like this way her first foray outside of school grounds, or its surrounding area. They had been to several places since she was taken into the school. This wasn't like those times though. There wasn't time to just look around and take in those new places. And she hadn't studied many faces either. If you've seen one unhappy-to-see-mutants face, you've seen them all. This was supposed to be a proper field trip though. They were...ah...actually, Eva wasn't entirely sure. The destination was either meant to be a surprise, or that was information that had been shared and it went in and out of her ears in all the excitement. The latter was highly probable.

Magneto and the Frost lady were heading up the trip. Actually, it seemed that they were heading up everything now. Mr. Summers, Cyclops, had gone away somewhere with little no explanation. This was fairly typical stuff actually, X-Men and non-X-Men, or whatever iteration of whichever faction. However, for Tempus, it left her feeling rather bereft. Mr. Summers was the one to bring her in. He hadn't been the only staff member there in Australia of course, but she felt like he was the ringleader. He /had/ been the ringleader. When she'd come to the school, he had the explanations. When training first started, he had been running the training. When sleepless nights popped up for reasons she wouldn't fess up to, he was in the kitchen during her allegedly innocent midnight snack runs. And now, suddenly, he was gone. Mr. Summers was gone and two staff members she wasn't quite used to dealing with on a regular basis were in charge. The Aussie teen didn't realize how much time she /didn't/ spend around the others until now. It was ludicrous, as it wasn't like they stayed away from the school for random and extended periods. It was just...how she felt. It was how things were.

I guess that all changes now. Eva could roll with changes, really! Just..this was just a very large change and she hadn't had proper time to brace herself. Tempus guessed life was like that, but she really preferred some sort of warning. She wondered why he left so suddenly, with so little warning or explanation. I guess that's the great things about being an adult, the girl concluded in a somewhat dark fashion, you don't have to explain things if you don't want to. You just do it.

The somber thought temporarily robbed Eva of her previous enthusiasm, quieting her as they walked along towards their destination. From glancing around, it seemed that this was a giant memorial. The girl was drawing a giant blank on what this was supposed to be accomplishing. Maybe this wasn't really a field trip, but she couldn't think of what else they could be masquerading this as either. There was a crowd gathered near one particular area, cameras out and everything. Her curiosity was piqued, but Eva was still wallowing a little too. She falling behind just a little, not enough to be last, but not leading the pack anymore either. They stopped and Eva guessed this was it. They brought us here to look at a giant grave? Memorial, but still. What on Earth were they supposed to be doing here?

"A memorial to fallen superheroes," meaning mutants, "We may never see the day the U.S. builds one of these." Magneto sounded just a pinch displeased about that. Maybe he knew some people that deserved a memorial; people who'd never get one. So far, all this trip was really reminding her of how disconnected she still felt. This should move her? Scare her? Until a year or so ago, Eva had been human too. Part of her mind still viewed things from that perspective. But she wasn't human now, maybe never had been? She should be empathizing with these names right? She should be upset like Magneto was about this sort of thing not being done everywhere. Being fair, she did think it was jacked up that some places wouldn't build something like this out of sheer prejudice. That was just Tempus being Tempus though. In general, she disliked prejudice. Even before her power break out - "manifestation" the staff said it was termed - Eva hadn't hated mutants. How could she? Mutants weren't really a thing up until a while ago. What she had heard, from older people, hadn't been particularly flattering, but Eva was hardly one to base her conclusions based on others. Especially if they were others who were so blindly hateful. Crikey, get a hobby.

Alpha Flight.

That's what it said at the top. "This is a first in its history. A memorial created to remember fallen heroes with mutants upon its ranks. No one here brings pitchforks or fire. They wish only to see it and perhaps give thanks to the sacrifice these heroes brought." People did that? Then again, that's not really so hard to believe. People had been doing stuff like that since...forever. Always one group towards the other, the apparent majority against the superficially different minority. And then that minority wasn't so minor anymore. Eva wondered if mutants had even been the majority. if maybe they were on their way towards being the majority again. They had an assignment. This was going to be one of those educational trips. They had to wander up to strangers and ask about one of the names there, see how they felt. That sounded like a terrible idea right off the bat and Tempus' expression as Magneto dismissed them reflected that.

Eva was moving around pretty well lately, not hobbling about nearly as badly as she had been when first patched up. Angel, also somewhere in the crowd she guessed, also seemed to be doing better. He'd been injured worse than her, so him moving about with.../relative/ ease was impressive to her. Tempus couldn't see where Prometheus had gone. He was somewhat shy, in her head, so the teen wondered if he'd do the assignment seriously or just conjure an answer. Who knows, maybe he could glean the feelings off one of these people without saying a word to them. His power could do that right? Eh.. Tempus still somewhat misrepresented Prom's ability, but felt somewhat confident that he could BS an answer to the assignment. Eva, of course, had no problem wandering out to ask, but was still kind of conflicted over her feelings towards mutants. Seriously, this was a big deal right? She should feel like this was a big deal. Magneto said this was like the only place with it. I guess it's just hard to look at it the way people who knew what they were the whole time. She stared at the names, petite frame making it easy to squeeze through, but twinges from her leg telling her to shove off with any fancy leg- or footwork.

Wondering if she was the only one who didn't recognize the names, or team name, Eva picked one at random. Angel was the first to move off, smiling towards her, but frowning at someone else. She turned and, wouldn't you know it, Alan was there. Why Warren and Alan didn't get along was a mystery to Eva. Tempus felt like she would know if some huge blow out had occurred. Ever since the outdoor incident, the two clashed. If they were cats, they'd hiss at one another on sight. Dogs? Growling and edging. Boys. Ever the mystery.

Eva ended up approaching a girl her age, figuring she was more likely to get a straight answer from a younger person. Unless they're too young to know these people? How long ago did they die again? The girl had a camera out, but was apparently taking selfies. Boom - photobomb.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, couldn't resist. You here on a field trip too?" Because she clearly wasn't around for something serious.

Pause. Study picture. "Cool hair." Fellow commiserating partner located, the girl happily chattered away with Tempus. No, she wasn't here on a field trip; the girl came with her parents. All the fuss was lost on the girl. She was actually wondering why her dad bothered at all. Her mom couldn't stand mutants, but her dad only had decent things to say. She, Shelley was her name, was fairly neutral. It wasn't something she felt like would be a big deal, or something she'd have to deal with personally. Even with the seeming return of mutants, when they'd been thought wiped away or whatever, Shelley wasn't moved. Big whoop. She had school and a life to live. Mutants weren't exactly jacking that up for her right now.

"So I guess asking if you know who Zuzha Yu is would be a waste?"

"Pretty much." Shelley perked up. "But my dad might know!"

Lucky break, Dad did know. Kind of. He said Zuzha Yu - a lady - wasn't one of the big names in the group, but she was hard to miss. Blue hair, facial tattoos or whatever, some on her arms too. He'd seen her do good things, no matter how some might spin it. She was a hero like any other name up there. He went over some other names, but didn't know all of them. Eva listened carefully. Mom wasn't so polite in her opinion, as she cut in the conversation. Shelley, thoroughly embarrassed by the mini-argument, could only wave as Eva edged away. Yeah, that was an awkward moment of which the Aussie wanted no part!

Eva opted to just look around and see what was to be seen when Warren approached. He seemed uneasy. "I'm starting to think not everyone is here to memorialize Alpha Flight. More like biding their time in hopes of spitting on it."

Tempus scratched her head, looking over the crowd with new eyes. She thought of Shelley's mom. "Yeah, I got the sense that not everyone is here to stare in awe. Some are staring in disbelief." Then came thoughts of Shelley's dad. "But some are here for the right reasons." Or nicer ones anyway. "You..you don't think anyone will /do/ anything, do you?" Like start a riot.
Magneto
 Posted: Apr 7 2015, 05:18 PM
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"This was a good idea. It is important for them to see society becoming more progressive and understanding."

Erik watched the students fan out and disappear into the crowd. He didn't expect them to act like children, and as such, didn't treat them like they were. No one would be hovering over their shoulders, making sure they did as he requested. No silent guardian would be watching from the background to make sure they didn't get into trouble.

Erik's attention glanced at Frost. How could such an intelligent woman be so naive? Or was she putting on a front for nearby students?

"Don't be naive, Emma. We both know what's to come."

Yes the crowd was being appreciative and keeping their distance from the memorial, but when would the underlying truth come out? Heroes killed people. Destroyed things. Could warp reality, erase memories, explode buildings, and raise oceans. Humanity wouldn't let this memorial come about unchallenged, especially considering recent events. The world had just survived another Phoenix attack, and now, realities were shifting before them. Who else were they to blame except the heroes that could become so villainous in a split second?

A thread of curiosity jumped toward the students. He wondered if they began to notice the truth behind this crowd. Even Magneto could feel the hate festering behind the walls of barely contained obedience.

"We should leave this crowd before we're recognized." Erik moved to stand away from the front-lines, keeping his head down and fedora on his head. Slowly a trickle of music seemed to escape the packed bodies and caress his ears with a soothing tune. Strings. A quartet. No. Only one person. A violin. A very skilled violin player at that. He had to give credit to the cities panhandlers. This would be the perfect place to gather money--creating a tune of ease and softness to aide in the memorial's debut.

Then he saw it. A man had sneaked up behind a child, a gloved hand gripping the child's mouth and tearing him away from his parents. The two adults were too busy taking pictures of the memorial than to notice the child being dragged away. No one paid attention to the attack. It was silent. Calculated. So minute Erik wouldn't have noticed it himself unless he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings. "Emma," Erik hissed, grabbing her arm and directing her to the man who was taking the child. "Follow him." Safety clips were mysteriously slithering out of Erik's pockets as they swirled close to him, obscured by the folds of his jacket.
Emma Frost (3)
 Posted: Apr 25 2015, 12:30 PM
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Everyone regarded telepathy differently. Some were more accurate than others. A prevalent train of thought was that thoughts could be read very much like a computer screen. Word followed word followed word. They were clear, like reading a story. Emma never really understood why people thought that way. If anyone actually thought about how they think, she just knew that they would know differently. It was simple, really. Maybe thoughts were more like a computer screen when you were concentrating, or reading a book or writing something. Any other time thoughts jumped around from one moment to another like lightening. Emotions made them indecipherable sometimes. Trains of thought were often interrupted and tangled, like thread left in a bag unbound. Part of how one became overwhelmed was when you tried to actually tried to listen to someone else's mental garbage.

I have no idea if I want to see that movie. Can you imagine being in a party that crazy? When was the last time I had a beer? Oh my god I forgot to clean up that broken glass in the driveway. The neighbor kids are going to slice their foot open and then I'll be -that- neighbor. Doesn't matter that I don't have kids. Ugh. Kids. What do you want to bet that Kelly will be pregnant within the year. I do not want to be around her when she's pregnant. She's intolerable enough when she doesn't think she has an excuse. Poor Brett. Man he's so hot. When was the last time I had sex...

Garbage. "Reading someone's mind" wasn't really reading at all. Most of the time you had to wait for whatever key word it was that you were looking for and then "persuade" them to keep that train of thought without really influencing what it was they were going to think about. It wasn't always easy. In fact, it didn't really work most of the time when you first learning how to do things.

Emma rubbed her temples again and sighed. It was going to be a bitch exercising those muscles again. However, she wasn't going to complain. She would take a lifetime of awkward transitions if it meant she could keep her powers. She was distracted and she knew it. The buzzing in her head wasn't going away anytime soon. Despite knowing the trip was going to be beneficial for them, it didn't mean that she had to like it. Flipping her blond hair over her shoulder, she scanned the crowd around them again. Lashes lowered over her eyes.

The music went barely noticed as did his acidic comment. He would never change his views on humanity. Emma wasn't in the middle of the field. She didn't know that he was wrong and she hoped he wasn't right. Just the fact that the memorial was erected at all said something. She had no doubt that their honor would remain untarnished like so many other memorials out there. However, it was a start and she was okay with that. Then, Erik grabbed her arm she looked up sharply, an angry retort on her pretty features. Her head was a fog over her mind, the music part of the background noise she was trying to ignore. As his words fell over her ears, she relaxed, slipping into that deadly grace of a warrior on the edge of battle. Interestingly enough, no one else was privy to the music playing in their ears.

She nodded once and started towards them. She knew that she couldn't shift into her diamond form and remain anonymous but that was hardly part of her worry. The part of her that was deadly didn't need diamond skin. Despite the emergency of the situation, for all outward appearances she looked unhurried. There was nothing that attracted attention more than someone who looked like they unnecessarily needed to be somewhere. They disappeared around the side of a building and Emma followed, glancing back once to see if Erik was following her. She assumed that he would stay to keep an eye on the students.

By the time that Erik got caught up, Emma was no where in sight. The alley between the two buildings was broken by two doors, one on each side (although they were separated by 5-6 feet and not directly across from each other. Smaller, one of the buildings ended before the other. Erik, catching a glimpse of clothing and hair disappearing behind the smaller building, charged ahead. As he passed the second door on the right, something whacked him hard on the head as he passed by.
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"I don't know," Angel answered Eva. That was a loaded question. Where he came from, he was sure they'd do something. A memorial for a bunch of human rejects? They'd crack the stone then castrate the man who made it. But now? Warren really didn't know. Acceptance seemed to be in more abundance, but on the flip side, so did the hate. "Let's look at the facts I guess," Warren frowned. "The only people we've met are the people that hate the memorial. It's a small sample size, but does this place feel right to you?" Warren couldn't answer his own question. He wasn't sure what right felt like, but he did know something was brewing. Hatred could only boil so long before it spilled over.

"We got what we needed. Let's find the professors." Squeezing his way back through the crowd where he last saw Ms. Frost and Mr. Lensherr, Warren paused at the memorial. A man was using charcoal to rub a name on a piece of paper, only when he lifted the paper, a decal was left behind. Frowning at the symbol, the first defilement of the memorial had started and Warren began to inch away. He turned around, only to run into a woman. Warren apologized, then realized the woman never budged. No give. No push. No imbalance. Nothing. Warren turned his head to look at her again, and caught a tattoo on the girl's neck.

It was the same symbol as the decal.

He moved to find Eva again. "Do you see the profs?" He ached to lift into the air and search from above, but even he knew that was off the table. "I'm heading back to the fountain to see if they're waiting outside of the crowd." Warren knew Eva was a big girl. She could keep searching in the crowd or come with him. Either way, Warren shoved his way through the crowd before he began to hear the shouts. People yelling about the decal, whether in agreement or hate, Warren didn't know. He reached the fountain.

A man holding a tablet was sitting at the edge of the running water. The man's eyes glanced up at him, opened wide in surprise, then shoved his tablet into his coat and walked away.

"Weirdo," Warren muttered to himself, despite feeling the chill run up his spine.

He knew now something didn't feel right.
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 Posted: May 24 2015, 03:46 PM
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As time passed, Eva was starting to think that maybe /she/ wasn't the jinx around here. She was starting to think that it was the campus, or the team as a whole. Maybe the lot of them were jinxes to themselves. It was the only reason that came to mind when pondering why something had to go wrong every time they went out. Missions were one thing, but a normal excursion? Trips into the woods? Every time they left the grounds for something not mission-related, something bad happened. It was like some higher power was trying to kill the vibe or something; it was annoying. Or maybe it's a mutant power. They had enemies right? If one of them could, like, curse them or something, or cause bad luck, that could explain it right? Hah, that's silly. How do you control luck?

The girl would be intrigued (or horrified) by the mutant Domino, no doubt.

Anyway, the cause of this conclusion was a series of events that left Eva thinking they should have just stayed at home or maybe tried their luck at a theme park or something. The time tripper had a bad feeling about things, after leaving the little family she'd spoken to behind. Parental arguments were always awkward. Well, watching them was. Eva had never experienced such a thing, being the product of a single parent household. Or if she had, she had chosen to block it from her memory. "The only people we've met are the people that hate the memorial. It's a small sample size, but does this place feel right to you?"

"None of the places we've ever been felt 'right'," the girl said flippantly. "Seriously mate, I'm just waiting for something to happen." That was bad wasn't it? You could jinx yourself that way, self-fulfilling prophecy and all that. She should be more optimistic, and she was. Kind of. "Not that I /want/ anything to happen, but..." The girl shrugged here. Sometimes people mistakenly thought her thrill-seeking behavior meant she anticipated crap hitting the fan, but that wasn't true. Would she get an adrenaline rush? Probably, but that also had a healthy dose of wariness in there. No one /wants/ anything bad to happen, or they shouldn't. Unless they were the instigators, of course, then all bets were off most likely. Or rather you'd still hoped nothing happened, in that you wanted nothing to foil your devious plans and-- Wow, focus problems.

Angel suggested that, since they were done with the assignment, they should find their teachers. Eva hoped they weren't coming back too soon, but surely that wasn't something that was meant to take forever to do.. Eva didn't notice the things Warren spotted, she was just looking around for their chaperons. That ended up being more difficult than finding someone to talk to, and it seemed that Warren couldn't spot them either. "I'm too short, so I can't see over anyone," the girl replied. "But it doesn't look like they stayed where we left them. Do you think this some sort of test?" Maybe they were seeing if anyone panicked or did anything the teachers wouldn't like just because they didn't seem to be around. Or they got bored and went to look closer. Teachers could get bored too right?

"I'm heading back to the fountain to see if they're waiting outside of the crowd."

"Eh? Okay." Eva proceeded to exactly where the teachers had been at the beginning, trying to see if any clues had been left behind or something. That would lend itself well to her test theory, but there was nothing there. Or rather, there was nothing that jumped out at her as a sign that their absence was purposeful. It never crossed the teen's mind that something untoward might have happened to either adult. That just wasn't a thought that occurred to the girl. Sure, sometimes she worried on active missions, but even that was very slight. As she'd never witnessed any of them be injured, they had gained a sort of immortality/invulnerable status Tempus' young mind. While logic and intellect obviously indicated that this was a possibility that she should give thought to, it'd probably take seeing something in person in order to get them down from that particular pedestal.
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All Hail the House of M


The paper clip that traveled around the folds of his coat unbent into a straight line and snapped in pieces. Fragments of metal slithered up the fabric of his sleeves like worms until he had one piece in each hand. In an instant, they were gone, weaving through the crowd like an annoying fly, a black bur leaving behind a hiss of air until they landed on two people in particular--Eva and Warren. He had them tagged now, able to sense them from a distance if he focused his power long enough. Letting that be enough, Erik slipped toward Emma's last known location after she surged forward to follow the child's abductor.

Then she was gone.

People continued to swell around him, less dense than near the monument. He hoped to catch sight of a blonde hair, blue eyes, even familiar clothing, but there was nothing. It was the one time he wished he had enough power to reach out and sense her personal magnetic field, but those times were past, and now he had to rely on his own physicality. He pushed his way forward, closer to the governmental buildings, stopping at the lip of an alley and glanced back to the crowd. He still sensed those bits of paperclips. The students were okay. Good. He glanced down the alley, and caught sight of blonde hair at the other end.

Striding forward, he passed the first door on his left, ignoring the closed in feeling of the buildings on each side of him. A dumpster--cleaner than those found in New York City's alleys--had its owner imprinted on the front. As he passed it, he spied a symbol on the backside, a decal of sorts. Frowning with his brow, he moved to reach Emma, only to hear a creak, a footstep, a grunt, then a flash of white. He stumbled forward, grabbed his head, then collapsed, slowly feeling his body being dragged on the pavement before things went black.

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His head hurt. Pounding. He moved and winced. He was on cool, cement floor, stained with a string of saliva that pooled in his mouth and sat stagnant around his cheek. He spit it out, leaving behind a strand of blood as he wiped his lips clean. He winced again. He must have split his lip when he fell on the pavement. Pushing himself to his knees, the world spun around him, forcing him to lean against the nearby wall.

More cement. How fitting.

Darkness wrapped around him with a sliver of light below a closed door. His aged eyes swept to the handle and noticed it missing. Electronic, then? A sliding door? He raised his hand to touch it and groaned. A throb of pain ran down his head and through his neck. Remaining still until the paint abated, he felt a warm body near him. "It appears we have friends already," he whispered, recognizing Emma's perfume. "How should we send them a proper thank you gift for being so accommodating?"
Angel [Teen]
 Posted: Oct 21 2015, 06:49 PM
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Nerves were spiking along Warren's skin. The sense of unease, tiny hairs on end, the persistent feeling of being watched, all the signs of something wrong were screaming at him to get away. Was he going to? Not a chance. Being a hero was embedded into his body like the wings that grew from his back. Both past, present, and future knew saving people was the right thing to do, and right now, Warren's instincts were telling him something bad was definitely going to happen.

It was then the blue light pulsed.

The circle of light cut through the crowd like an expanding buzz saw, passing through every living being through the area. Cries of surprise rang out. Mutterings of camera flashes echoed. Before Warren could blink away the dark spots in his eyes, people collapsed. Children and the elderly first, laying on the ground in a pile of limbs, coats, and scarves. Then the adults that fell to their knees, eyes rolling into the back of their head before their cheeks bounced along the pavement. Finally the younger generation piled to the ground, still and broken like limp statues.

Several people still stood. Some frozen in shock. Others scanning the area with militant precision.

The lady he ran into glanced around with a cutting gaze. The man that left the decal on the monument shifted his coat around him. Several others he hadn't noticed before combed through the crowd with baggy coats. The woman tilted her head, cracked her neck, then commanded with a baritone voice: "Kill them."

The first gunshot rang out and Warren was in the air. His mind was running, looking for the professors, assessing where Eva was, then narrowing in on the woman. Another gunshot fired and Angel dove. Wings tight against his body. Fists extended. Eyes glaring. If the woman gave the order, she was the target.

She would be the first to go down.
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Tempus had actually come pretty close to thinking that maybe, just maybe, she was being a little paranoid. Was it really so hard to believe that all she had to worry about was completing an assignment to the teachers' satisfaction? It wasn't so long ago that that really was all she'd had to worry about. Hah, look at me pretending to be so experienced. You'd think she had been at this thing forever or something. Now whether that 'thing' was being a mutant or being a mutant student at Xavier's was a different story. Then again, the two fell into the same timeline didn't they? She'd become a student soon after finding out that she was a mutant. It was still so weird though, the timing. It wasn't like she hadn't been in scary or stressful situations before. There were quite a few close calls and scrapes where something like freezing freaking time or something would have been /great/. Would have been perfect for some non-life-threatening close calls too. Like sneaking out of the house. I can't even do that stuff now. And if she hadn't perfected what little she did know with actual training...how long would it have taken her to make any progress on her own? I might have even been too afraid to use it or practice... That was just based on how freaked out she'd been the first time her powers decided to pop out....and months after that. Being honest, she was still a little freaked out. Tempus couldn't say whether being around others like her helped or made her more uncertain. Everyone else seemed to be adjusting so well one way or another. Was she the only one who thought about these things? Warren and Alan sure seemed okay. Well, not with each other, but okay otherwise.

Eva wandered around, looking for their teachers, completely oblivious to being tagged with what was essentially a GPS chip...just one that only Magneto could use. That might have comforted her, as it meant that he was around and at least well enough to do that. Conversely, with the paranoia that she was slowing winning again, it might have made her wonder why he felt the need to do that. After all, the students hadn't ventured beyond any expected areas. The teachers were the ones who'd disappeared. It wasn't important though, as Eva had no idea she'd been marked. The mostly-dark-haired teen continued to walk along, grumbling to herself. She'd read that, when lost, you should try to stay where you were until someone reaches you. That was more of a survival tip than anything, but maybe it would work here. Surely they wouldn't do something like leave without her. They'd have to come out eventually. Eva didn't have an ingrained sense of heroism. Right now, she just wanted to leave.

Then came the light. Tempus didn't know what the heck had happened, but somewhere on the inside, her paranoia was performing a compilation of end zone dances. Eva yelped in surprise, but nothing else happened - not to her anyway. CRIKEY! What's happening? Why are people passing out? It was happening in waves; people were simply collapsing left and right. She rushed over to someone, the girl from earlier. No response. Frantic searching unearthed a pulse, and Eva breathed a sigh of relief. Temporary relief because that still didn't explain what was going on. Looking around, she saw that Warren and Alan were okay. No sight of the teachers...were they somewhere on the ground too!? When a gunshot sounded, Tempus naturally panicked. A dome of blue covered the area, leaving a sighing Eva near it. She'd been near the edge of everything, seeing if the teachers were just chatting each up as they waited. Good on her for it, as it meant she was the odd one out. It'd really be nice to freeze /only/ the people responsible for freaking me out. Sadly, she was hardly there yet. At the very least, the girl would capitalize on the accidental trigger of her powers and look around. That's what Mr. Cyclops said. Try to turn every power mishap to her advantage. The second silent piece of advice was to pretend nothing had gone wrong. Let that be the story and stick to it.

With that in mind, the teen looked around and tried to pick out the problems. It wasn't hard. Yeah, their teachers were still nowhere in sight, but the bad guys were. Or she assumed they were bad guys. Whatever happened, it wasn't supposed to affect mutants..and whoever had set this up. So aside from the other students here, did that mean some others here were innocent bystanders who happened to be mutants? Not that she had pegged a way to hurt anyone physically with her powers or anything, but she could do some damage in hand-to-hand....one-on-one. She spotted Warren diving for..someone. It figured that he would take in the situation and immediately act. He'd probably been ready for it even before it had happened. The girl sighed mentally. She'd get to a level like that one day too. In any case, she had a feel for what to do. Or a guess. The Australian mutant then focused on unfreezing. When time resumed, the girl simply acted like nothing had happened. As time picked back up, no hiccups or dramatic pauses to give it away, Tempus popped up from where she'd presumably hit the ground. Not knowing what else to do, she engaged one mystery figure in a hand-to-hand fight. If she could get whatever weaponry the person had, that could help her too.
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Emma answered by pounding on the door. A clear dent formed alongside the barrier, and for the first time in a long time, Erik witnessed the ferocity that lurked behind a layer of pomp. Emma's diamond skin glittered like a freshly cut jewel from the light underneath the door. She punched again, denting the door further, and Erik waited, winced from pain, and waited some more. Emma stopped, shifted back to normal, flung her hair over her shoulder, then kicked the door down. "I see what Scott sees in you now," Erik said, breezing by her and walking over the door as if he owned the place.

His boots thudded down an empty hall. Linoleum flooring stretched further alongside a plethora of closed, wooden doors with plaques next to them. An office building, he suspected. He didn't read the names, knowing he wouldn't know them anyways. Magneto's left finger twinged, sensing the metal around him. Curious, that. What was the point of capturing both Emma and himself only to not render them mute with their abilities? "Can you sense anything?" Erik asked, still striding forward with purpose. Despite her powers in flux, Emma flickered a hand toward the only double doors in the hallway.

"I suppose its time to thank them for their hospitality." What would Scott have done? Walked out without as much as a fight, find the students, and leave? No, not Erik. Magneto wanted answers, and the only way to find answers was to fight for them. He placed his hands on the doorknobs, pushed open the doors, and paused.

"We're be--Pzzt--ttacked!"

"We're gonna die. WE'RE--Pzzt--DIE!"

"P-Plea--Pzzt--daughter! I have a daug--Pzzt!"

A large conglomeration of people sat, staring at the projector shining on the screen in front of them. Their mouths were gaping open. Their eyes wide. Lips quivering. On the large movie screen were mutants--students that were attacking humans. A stray feather fell from Angel's wings as he slammed into a woman. Blue energy fizzled and popped before Tempus attacked someone. Bodies of all kinds lay around their feet.

"The chaos is spreading," someone in a black pant suit said as the image stopped. "Mutants are outside of our door as we speak. I fear, ladies and gentlemen, Parliament Hill is going to become the next spot of mutant corruption. What will happen to us then? Will we be erased from reality and replaced with zombies? Be mind-wiped and forced into slavery for an Egyptian God? Mutants are causing places to change, and here they are, harbingers of doom, ready to consume us all."

On the man's chest was a ruby red pin in the shape of the decal he saw on the dumpster. Some how, Erik found the decal... familiar.

"Fall to your knees, bow your heads," the man said, "and let us pray."

When everyone fell to their knees, men in crimson cloaks remained still, staring at Emma and Erik. They aimed their weapons then fired.
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Instinct bred into muscles over a lifetime caused her to act without needing the backup of thought. In fact, her mind was busy processing the scene while her body was reacting to the threat. Roughly pushing against Erik so that her body shielded his from the clear threat in front of them, she was in her diamond form before scarcely a breath left her lips. Gunshots rang out loud and clear, the bullets pinging harmlessly along her hardened body. Gunshots inspire chaos. The people in the room who hadn't seen their entry, were all now very aware.

Eventually, they realized their efforts were futile. Emma's head tilted, statuesque eyes peering at the bullets around them. They were black, not silver. Not metal? "You can thank me for saving your life later." Hard to tell if her words were serious or sarcastic.

They needed to shut this down. The damage may already be done. Despite the fact that a warring instinct within her was to head back to the students, she didn't. This was one of those times when they were going to have to make their own decisions and live with them. Emma took a step forward, losing her diamond form as they tried to reload. Nothing like losing the training wheels all at once. She pushed through that fog that lingered along the edges of her mind, using her sight to help her focus on the two in front of her. Would she get to them before they had their weapons back up? Fingertips to temples, she gritted her teeth as pain blossomed along her vision. The guns fell from their hands as they collapsed, crying out with their hands on their head. Eventually, they blacked out from the pain. She wished she felt sorry at all for the lack of finesse in her technique.

Behind them, people were shuffling toward a door at the back, sounds of stressed voices raising higher and higher. My god, they had staged this. Who the hell were these people? Snippets of thoughts were dancing too fast to grasp. "They can't leave..." This was clearly a command to Erik to do what he did best. Slowly, widening out in a circle, two and three people at a time, they started to drop as Emma tried to wipe their thoughts and knock them out.

This was too much. Far too much for her to be doing so soon. At some point, her vision started to blot out, the nerve in the back of her ocular muscles pulsing hard enough to override all else. What was going on outside? Despite the fact that they hadn't brought the students here to test them, they were going through one of the most important kinds. She couldn't dwell on the irritation of having them put into situations that might set them up for failure. What good would that do? All she could do is focus on the present. The pain, the vulnerable minds in front of her and know that the trade-off would be worth it.
Angel [Teen]
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He attacked. It was a survival instinct. Maybe others would run before they slammed fist first into a woman who discharged the whatever-it-was-field, but not Warren. Not this Warren. He was a hero in every sense of the word: fighting for hope, independence, and justice. He wasn't stupid enough to fight for "peace." Fighting didn't bring peace, but he was fighting for a dream that some day, peace was made possible.

A shame everyone around him saw him as the villain.

He crumpled against the woman who went flying with a shriek. His observant eyes noticed something fall from her jacket--dollars, maybe. The Canadian kind. He was too busy pushing himself up from the ground with a deep groan echoing his thoughts. Not his, surprisingly. An elderly man who was sprawled on the pavement, twitching as if in some deep sleep. Warren frowned, stood up, flared his wings, and... paused.

Not everyone was asleep. Several people milled around the outskirts. Some yelling, some gaping, some falling to the ground in despair. Others carried cellphones, cameras, iPads, the kind of technology that yelled to Warren something was wrong. Something was seriously wrong. The two people who had the most to lose if found in Canada suddenly went missing before the cameras appeared? Maybe he was thinking too much. Maybe he wasn't thinking enough. Either way, he passed a sour look to one of the cellphone members and walked to the woman who he flung against the memorial.

He didn't hear her back crack when she struck the stone. It didn't break, but it looked to him she wasn't keen in moving. He bent down to check on her, only to yelp and jump back when sparks streaked down her hair like live wires. She was a mutant. Electric-based? A living EMP bomb? He didn't know the scientific reasoning behind why everyone except mutants collapsed, but...

"Kill 'em!"

Huh? Warren glanced around. Those that were still standing were cheering and chanting, "Kill 'em! Muties rule!" Angel flinched when the next gunshot went off and a sickening crunch of bone and flesh followed.
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One unfortunate bit to all of this was that, even if Tempus knew that she was being played right now, there was nothing she could really do. At best, she could shout - in some random direction - that it was a lie and a trick. She could shout that people had randomly started dropping to the ground. She could try to explain that this had just been an innocent field trip. They had only come to see the memorial and then these people had come, trying to add to that memorial. The talkative Aussie could do all of those things and hope her words reached the captive audience being manipulated against them. They wouldn't, of course, as that would require Tempus to be aware of just how badly they were being used at the moment. And she didn't know, wouldn't know until it was simply too late to matter. Really, it was too late right now, so it was more like she wouldn't know until much later than too late.

Eva wasn't a violent person; she wasn't even mean (depending on who you asked). This was self-defense. She didn't know what had happened to the people on the ground. They had just dropped. They're not dead right? She hadn't thought they were. Wasn't that guy there twitching? She could have sworn she saw chests moving on some of them. Of course, that didn't mean that /everyone/ was okay. It didn't even mean that the people who didn't appear to be dead weren't dieing right now. This was just supposed to be a field trip. How did this happen? Did the people attacking know that they'd be here? Lucky guess? Or maybe they would have caused a scene regardless and they were just that unlucky. Tempus had a pretty solid record for misfortunate falling upon her whenever she left the school's base. Why should a sanctioned field trip, with adults and everything, be any different. And speaking of, where the heck were the teachers??

She faced off with a man now, nervously grasping a weapon. Hers, not the one she'd 'borrowed' from a downed opponent. Magneto had given it to her. It wasn't just an ordinary weapon though, and she felt uncertain using it. The girl felt uneasy with whatever weapon though, as both would certainly do more than knock someone out. These weapons could kill. ..she'd never had to do that before. On missions, Tempus was usually kept safe, paired with another would had offensive abilities. Either that, or she was kept out of the combat zone entirely. It always fell to someone else, if lethal force was necessary. There was no one around to do that now. The teachers were gone, and the other students had problems of their own. If it came down to it...the blood would be on her hands this time.

Tempus had tried asking who they were, why they were doing this, but got no reply. She knew he could understand; he responded to the warning his buddy had given - in U.S. English - just a moment ago. It hadn't helped. His buddy was on the ground now; not dead, but not getting up. Gunfire to the legs courtesy of her 'borrowed' weapon. It hadn't had much ammo in it, fun surprise, so she didn't have enough to get the bigger guy down and keep him there. She'd only managed to get him in one leg, which had slowed him, but not stopped him like his friend. Of course, maybe if she'd had better aim...*cough* So why not slow them down so she could hit them? Moving was unhelpful if moving in slow motion. Well, funny that. She hadn't been able to do much of that slow motion stuff since the first few times. Even after Magneto scared the living crap out of her with that impromptu lesson, it remained difficult. Tempus certainly couldn't see it happening with so much demanding her attention at the same time. She was faster than this guy, but his strength was obvious. If he managed to grab her or something, maybe hit her with a projectile, she was in BIG trouble. Tempus wasn't sure if she could call up a bubble that fast at this range on a moving target. "Just..just stay back! Stay back or you go down like your mate here, yeah?" He appeared unimpressed, and Tempus gripped the dagger Magneto had gifted her even tighter. Even if meant to compliment her powers, channel or conduit or something he'd said, it was still obviously capable of stabbing. Hurting. Ki--

"Kill 'em!"

"No!" Tempus began to look around wildly for whoever was in danger of being finished off, ready to try and freeze the area. Well, clearly these people were trying to hurt them, but why did anyone feel the need to cheer these people on to ki--

"Kill 'em! Muties rule!" Wait...was /she/ being cheered on? The others with the school looked equally confused. They were being cheered on? The students? To kill? What is this? A gladiator arena now? Rather than advance on the handicapped man while she had something of an advantage, Tempus began to back away, despite the chants to do otherwise. Would the crowd turn against her if she didn't kill this guy? Some of them did look disappointed. Christ, were they /recording/ this? If Tempus had the power, she might have broken each and every device. She already felt half-sick having shot at someone, blood staining her clothes since she'd been somewhat close to the first guy. How could she follow through and try to kill this other guy? Who are these people?? Gunfire rang out again, clearly hitting a target, and Eva could only stare in shock. Wait, she hadn't..
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