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We are an AU MCU and X-Men site with comic influence based in current time. Thanos is gaining power and it is time for the heroes of Earth to come together with those of Asgard and Space to fight back against his threat. He already has two Infinity Stones... can they keep the others out of his hands? And what does this mysterious Victorious group want with our heroes?

'Nuff said!


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Forum Rules Future Minds of the World Event

An international STEM fair open to all comers, held on February 10th at the United Nations International School...and interrupted violently by a group calling themselves the Brotherhood of Mutants. Venue description here, IC announcement here. You must have signed up to join. Please do not start threads for these characters dated after the 10th until the event is close to completion. Follow the 3-day posting rule: when it's your turn, you have 72 hours to tag or you may be automatically skipped.

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 Gymnasium [Complete], [FMW] Open to attendees [FULL]
aka Uatu the Watcher
by Stan Lee @ Feb 10 2018, 07:01 PM
Gymnasium
February 10, 2018


Those in attendance did not receive the same notification as those on the outside. They were alerted to the assault when the alleged members of the Brotherhood stormed the facility, making use of flash bangs and tear gas in addition to their assorted powers to shock and awe the attendees into compliance. They herded stragglers into one of the four main areas, but once in the proper room, they changed tactics.

Each assailant took up a position in the middle of a group of civilians, using their powers, or the threat of the use of those powers or their weaponry, to keep them in position. With their human shields in place, they waited for the heroes to recover or to arrive to make their move. They made no speeches, gave no explanations.

In the gymnasium, demo tables were forced up against the doors and attendees pushed towards the bleachers to sit.

Character slots for this scene: 5/5
Assailants for this scene: 0/8
In addition to the abilities listed below, all assailants carry an assault rifle and wear bulletproof body armor.
  • Assailant #1: can project laser lights capable of blinding targets.
  • Assailant #2: can manipulate gravitational fields in a localized area.
  • Assailant #3: can create electric blasts.
  • Assailant #4: can emit a thin wave of radiation that causes a burning sensation of varying intensity when it makes skin contact.
  • Assailant #5: can manipulate shadows as if they were solid objects.
  • Assailant #6: can create streams of fire.
  • Assailant #7: controls a swarm of robotic flying insects.
  • Assailant #8: can emit high-powered sound waves that can cause severe pain and disorientation to the target.
First round order is first come, first serve. Afterwards please stick to the same order and post within 72 hrs of your turn. When all assailants have been dealt with, or if the location changes, please tag in @The Watcher or alert the staff in some manner to determine the next step. We highly recommend you do not put these characters in anything dated after the 10th until the event is near completion.
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by Asterous @ Feb 11 2018, 03:25 AM
It had been a spur of the moment decision to attend this thing, as well as a way to keep his skills sharp. Remy had fully intended to lighten a few pockets while here, attendees too interested in the actual projects and inventions than in the safety and security of their wallets. Counting out a wad of bills, Remy had just managed to tuck the cash away in an interior pocket of his long trench coat when the first of the flash bombs had gone off. 

Momentarily blinded, having allowed his shades to slip down a little while counting, Remy stopped where he was, one hand raised to cover his sensitive eyes from any further assaults as the sounds of screams reached his ears. Still partially blinded, the mutant felt himself being carried with the crowd, as well as the sounds of the terrified people around him, Remy could hear several other voices giving harsh orders to the crowd. When his vision fully returned to him, Remy found himself in the gymnasium, crowded near the bleachers, and forced to take a seat. 

Now on a regular day, Remy didn't take kindly to being ordered around, but this wasn't just a regular day...at least not anymore. No one seemed to be doing anything about their current situation. A few clusters of people talked in hushed tones, others openly cried or wailed, and still others looked to be in shock. Tracing the edge of a playing card in his hand, Remy considered using it against their attackers but thought better of it, his luck he would end up with every gun trailed on him. He may be able to heal, but being riddled with bullets was pushing it. So targeting the men themselves was out of the question, but a distraction? Charging the card, Remy waited until the man closest to him had turned away before tossing it overhead where it exploded, drawing the attention, and as he had predicted, guns, of most of the assailants. 

Step one, done. Step two? Was there even a step two? Remy hoped someone else with anything of use had been unlucky enough to get rounded up in here. He could really use some help here, after all, he was no hero.

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by Arya @ Feb 12 2018, 03:46 AM
Going to this event was supposed to be a stroll down memory lane. A chance for Betsy to reconnect with her days as a pilot. Even though she didn't fly the skies as a profession, she still saw herself like a pilot. She thought like a pilot and still had the creative acumen that one would associate with aircraft. The chance to see some of the latest technology in the world of aviation was, of course, an opportunity she had no reason to pass. Except now, the idea of passing this event didn't seem such an unattractive option in hindsight.

It had started with flashbangs and tear gas, and then the next thing she knew, she was being hauled somewhere while her eyes were temporarily blinded. Her telepathy made things easier, and at least told her that she wasn't alone. Whatever was happening, was on a massive scale. Massive meaning almost everyone that had attended the event.

After being vigourously "guided" towards one of the seats, Betsy opened her eyes and quickly took in the scene around her. It was quite the shock. Multiple assailants, not only armed but also possessing powers like herself. They had managed bring several of the attendees into a gymnasium while securing it. Only three words could describe this. A hostage situation.

Betsy's eyes quickly moved around in a calculating manner as she tried to get a good scope of the situation. Her mind followed that and then she felt something familiar. A mutant. Her eyes stopped on a man with a trench coat. Before she could even do anything, things happened far faster than she could follow. A deck of cards, one thrown in the air, and then an explosion. It was chaotic, but surely a distraction and window of opportunity she could use. She touched the side of her head and then she was gone. A psionic illusion rendered her invisible. Her mind then reached out to the mutant that had caused the explosion.

Your little trick there has given us an opening. She went to straight to the point, there was no time for introductions. We need to hit them hard and fast.
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by Aech @ Feb 12 2018, 10:56 AM
The Director of DARPA strolled through the fair, a mask of poised calm upon her face as she perused the array of interesting and intriguing inventions. Her security detail kept in close contact - one in front a few steps, one behind, and one at her side like a steadfast dog. She’d grown accustomed to their presence, even if she didn’t particularly care to learn anything further than their names (purely for ease of communication).

A quiet ‘clink, clink clinkclinkclink’ was the only warning she and her men received before the first flash bomb exploded in their vicinity, but it was enough for the usually blue mutant. Whirling towards her nearest human meatshield bodyguard, she was surprisingly impressed by the man’s quick reaction as she felt his arms wrap around her smaller frame in an effort to shield her from whatever danger was about to unfold.

All around them, Raven heard shrieks and grunts as the rest of those in attendance were caught unawares by the sudden disruption. The hiss of tear gas canisters filled her ears soon enough and she snarled into the inner lining of her bodyguard’s blazer in an attempt to keep the horrid stuff out of her mouth and nose at the least. Her other two guards were there in the tear-filled blink of an eye, creating a small but formidable wall around the high-ranking government official.

When the terrorists reached their area, Raven heard one of her men drop after putting an ineffective bullet into the man’s plated vest. Don’t! she commanded her remaining guards, putting a hand on each of the men’s arms to still their movements. “You’ll only be wasting your lives,” she hissed, her fingers easing one of her men’s spare pistols into her possession as they obeyed and relinquished the weapons already in their hands to the more heavily armed terrorists.

By the time they reached the nearby gymnasium with the herd of others, Raven’s eyes were itchy, but not incapable of seeing. She allowed herself a quick sweep of the room and dared to smirk as she recognized a familiar dark-spectacle wearing mutant. It wasn’t difficult to reach him, wading through the pack of frightened citizens. Ridding herself of the guards was even easier as she pointed out to some scared teenagers and informed the men to make themselves useful by offering them aid, even if it only came in the form of two large men attempting to shield them.

“I didn’t peg you for a science fan,” she purred, stopping beside the young man as he launched one of his infamous cards into the air. The distraction wasn’t overly useful for any attacks, but as all eyes in the room went up (and some bullets, too), she managed to make a quick change from her political face, to one no one else would likely recognize at first (or even second and third) glance. Thankfully, if anyone near them wasn’t distracted by the loud noises above, they likely weren’t able to see or hear anyways due to the flash bangs and tear gas.

“I hope you brought more than just the one…” she added in a hushed tone as the echoes from the gunfire died down, her voice a little more gruff now than it had been a moment before. “I’ve got a line of fire on the guy at 7 o’clock.” As if on cue, she drew the pistol she’d borrowed from her bodyguard. “They’re all wearing bulletproof vests, but their heads seem to be empty, more or less. You want the four on the left or the right?…” she grinned.

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by Jinx @ Feb 12 2018, 09:08 PM
She had on a press badge. It didn't matter that her publication was known for stretching the truth--and the occasional outright lie--she was still considered a reporter. Best case scenario, she could highlight a kid's project that might have been overshadowed by some of the others. Worst case scenario, she wrote a piece about one of the many political or other public figures present being turned into a rampaging monstrocity by spilled chemicals from a made up experiment. She hadn't expected the place to actually come under attack, but in hindsight, she really should have. A gathering of this many important people? Prime target.

As a member of the vulnerable masses present, she knew better than to stick her neck out too much. She didn't have armor or superpowers at her disposal, or even guns. She had a camera and wits, and that was about it. The flash bang left her disoriented, but she was still able and willing to comply with being ushered in a certain direction. It was only after the crowd had been gathered that she realized what had been done. They were human shields. Whoever these guys were, they didn't just expect the heroes to respond--as any reasonable being should--but it was like they wanted them to. There weren't any demands. Katy tried to piece it together. Was this Victorious? But this didn't fit their MO from the party. That had been explosions and speeches; this was different, unless they were switching it up.

Of course, being the annoyingly curious reporter she was, she came up with many questions that she wanted to get the answers to. Before she had a chance to start pushing and cause a distraction, someone beat her to the punch. An explosion rang out overhead, and Katy instinctively ducked. Even before she decided it was safe, her eyes scanned the roof, waiting for the same thing the assailants were: a sign that someone had just come smashing through the roof. There wasn't one, however. The explosion had come from inside, which alerted the "Brotherhood" that someone in there had powers or explosives on their person.

Assailant #8 responded to this by sending out sound waves with the intention of disorienting whoever was responsible; crowd control against whoever was trying to resist. Katy clutched at her ears and groaned, but it didn't last for long.

"All right, who was that?" Assailant #3 demanded.

"Who are you?" Katy fired back at her, before she could think better of it.

"Unless it was you, sit down and shut up," the assailant snarled.

"We have a right to know who you are and why you're doing this. I'm with the press. If you have a message, I can publish it for you. Just let some of these people go--" She was interrupted by a burning sensation along her skin that made her suck in her breath in pain, caused by another of the assailants.

"She said sit down and shut up."

"See...that's the problem with a girl like me. I'm just too curious for my own good. What's more...I hate being told no." Katy straightened back up, but it hurt like hell. She couldn't take a lot of this. She didn't have any special endurance or resistances. She was just a stubborn human woman putting on a brave face. If one of the harder hitting attackers decided to quiet her, she'd crumple like a paper doll. So she hoped that what she was doing would provide some kind of distraction for anyone in their crowd or on the outside to make a move. Or at least give the kids some kind of hope. Or she could have just been doing it for nothing; still, as painful as it was, it felt good to at least speak up.
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by Asterous @ Feb 16 2018, 06:23 PM
As Remy waited for someone to jump in, ready to charge a few more cards if he needed to, he felt an odd, but not completely unknown feeling in the back of his mind. Telepath. He couldn't quite pick up what was being said, just that something was trying to get through all the static he held around him. Turning, Remy scanned the crowd, hoping to pick up on who the spook was. His search was interrupted by the purr in his ear.

"What can I say, it pays well." The Cajun smirked, turning to actually face the individual, his mind taking a moment to catch up with the voice he had heard and the appearance he now saw.

Remy nearly laughed when his companion voiced her concerns over his arsenal.

"Never leave da house without a full deck or two." He grinned, fanning out three of the aforementioned cards in his hand. It wasn't as though Remy sought out violence, but it had a way of finding him. He wasn't complaining though, sometimes a little action was just what was needed. As he surveyed the possible targets, the sound of someone screaming quickly caught his attention, and left his ears ringing. Looking for the source, Remy's eyes instead found yet another young woman confronting the assailants.

Again, the feeling of someone trying to communicate telepathically, and again Remy was trying to figure out where it was coming from. The cards in his hand began to glow as they charged, and Remy's gaze locked on another woman who waved at him. Was she one of the spooks? As convenient as it may be to communicate like that, it was also freaky as hell and not to mention a little invasive.

Turning his attention back to the immediate problems at hand. If he could get his hands on any of their weapons, a piece of clothing, something, he could charge it...the only problem was getting close enough. Turning his head in the direction of Raven, Remy kept his eyes on the assailants as he gave an answer.

"I tink I'll take dese'uns." He nodded in the direction of the woman who had moments earlier been standing up to these guys. Moving through the crowd, Remy targeted two of the closest assailants. Putting himself between them and the woman, Gambit shielded her the best he could from the blasts as one hand reached into his coat to pull out his bo-staff.

"Need a hand, chérie?" He asked with a wink before turning to ram the end of his staff against the chest of the assailant behind him, having recovered from the explosive, yet looking relatively unharmed.

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@Elizabeth Braddock
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by Arya @ Feb 18 2018, 05:13 PM
Things already escalated out of control after Betsy had made contact with the first mutant she had spotted. The explosion that she thought would be a distraction was far from one, instead, it caused a retaliation from one of the assailants that made her disoriented enough to almost lose grasp of her illusion. There was also more than one mutant beyond the assailants; the trench-coated man she had already picked, and of course, two others.

Amongst the mix was also the sudden spat between one of the assailants and one of the civilians. Her bravery was admirable given the circumstances, but things went a bit on the downhill when there was the noticeable sucking of breath from her. The sound spelled pain which meant one of the assailants had used their powers on her. How many more people were they going to attack to make a point?

With the change of pace in the situation, she knew she was going to have to change her approach. Just like the words she had sent the trench-coated mutant, she had originally planned on hitting hard and fast, masking herself and sneaking up on one, or hopefully more, of the assailants and then giving them all she had. Now she was going to have to be a bit more subtle.

She dropped the illusion, layered with another one that would prevent her from just randomly appearing out of thin air, and then stood amidst the crowd like many of the scared civilians. Hopefully, the spat was distractful enough for no one to notice her. She then made contact with one of the assailants (#6) and began sending a psychic blast right through his/her skull. She didn't hold back, hoping eventual screams would turn into unconsciousness.

@Raven Darkholme

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aka Mystique
by Aech @ Feb 28 2018, 01:54 AM
“I’m sure it does…” Raven drawled, her eyes shifting down to the thief’s fingers. He was good at his craft, she knew. It was part of the reason she enjoyed having him on the team, even if she didn’t get the chance to associate with them much due to work. “There’s a good lad…” she purred, nodding to herself as her mind began to catalogue the new information.

She had eight bullets. He had somewhere between 51 and 103 cards, all of which could be used as weapons against their would-be captors. Her eyes skimmed the crowd, falling finally upon the blonde woman bantering with their assailants. Raven was far enough from the woman who seemed to be sending out some kind of invisible attack upon a large section of the crowd, and for that, she was thankful.

“Suppose that means I get this half…” Her voice was gruff now, courtesy of the new look she was sporting. As Remy began to weave his way through the crowd, Raven followed suit in the opposite direction. Most of the assailants still seemed to be mostly interested in the blonde woman who couldn’t keep her trap shut to save her life (literally). A few were skimming the crowd, but if they noticed her movements, they didn’t show it.

All for the better, she decided.

When Remy finally made his move, Raven was ready at the edge of the crowd. Lifting the handgun, she aimed at Assailant #3 and pulled the trigger. A spark of electricity sprang to life as the man saw what Raven was doing, but it was too late. The bullet slammed into his skull, and the sound of the weapon’s discharge roared throughout the large room. He dropped before the electricity could do anyone harm and she snarled with delight.

Across the room, Raven noted Remy currently engaged in melee combat with a man. He had his bo staff, she noticed as well. Good. So long as he was fully armed, she wouldn’t need to worry about the young man overly much. Sounds of pained screeches pulled Raven’s attention back to the group nearest her and she watched as one man doubled over in pain from some unseen force. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, but she wasn’t the kind of person to look a gift horse in the mouth.

While the other two remaining assailants in front of her watched the man crumple from some imaginary pain, Raven shifted her form again. Now she looked precisely like one of the men across the room sans automatic rifle as she stepped from the crowd. The man nearest her did a double-take, but the aggressive move of one of her guards as he shoved his way to the front of the crowd, pistol leveled at them, took the assailant’s attention.

Raven was on Assailant #7 in an instant. Her legs, wrapped in horrendous cargo pants, secured themselves around the man’s waist as her arms reached for his neck. Using the forward momentum, she flipped herself up higher until she was perched on his shoulders. A sickening ‘crack!’ filled the air around her as she adjusted the man’s spine in a lethal fashion, letting herself drop to the floor in her naturally azure form just in time to avoid being impaled by a shadowy stake of sorts.

“Gambit -- now is not the time to play with your food, child,” she chimed, her sultry voice lifting over the gasps shifting through the crowd of frightened captives and their angered captors. “Let us show these fools the true meaning of homosuperior...”

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by Jinx @ Mar 2 2018, 07:13 PM
A man stepped in front of her, shielding her from an explosion; was it caused by one of the attackers or by him? She wasn't sure. The lines were getting blurred and the place was starting to erupt into chaos. Her ears were ringing and her skin still tingled from where it had felt as though it were on fire previously, and she couldn't recover nearly as fast as the others around her. Gunshots rang out, and screams of pain from various locations; attacks both seen and unseen being rendered and incapacitating one assailant at a time.

"The cavalry's arrived?" she murmured, wincing from her former pain and the sounds of combat. "Or already here." No one had broken into the building, after all, so unless they teleported in, these were attendees. That some of them were armed and others able to attack using their own biologies was intimidating; and even in her disoriented state, Katy could piece that one together. Was this what they wanted? Who cared which side was causing the explosions and the gunshots if they all risked collateral damage? And even she had almost fallen into the trap of fearing both sides.

Katy glanced around. No weapons she could readily use, and clearly her wit was not enough to protect her from what these assailants could do. The best she'd done was draw some attacks, but not enough to make a difference.

Then the room started to flash blindingly. Katy winced again and looked away, but then the flashing stopped, and she happened to look over to see one assailant (#5) with her hand on another's (#1) arm. Nodding, the first one picked up his weapon and aimed it, but not at a person--at the lights overhead. Shots rang out as he destroyed lightbulb after lightbulb, dimming the room into half-darkness. Then his companion took over, bringing these shadows to life as wicked tendrils reaching out to wrap around or stab at those who dared to oppose them.

"Watch out for the...tentacles?" Katy shouted hoarsely to those involved in the fight, struggling for a moment to find an appropriate descriptor. She blamed the chaos, personally. 'Homosuperior?' she mouthed, frowning, and filing that away to investigate at a better time. For now, she grabbed a teenager to pull out of the way of an oncoming shadow construct. It smashed into the ground between them, leaving a hole in its wake.

@Quentin Quire | Assailant #5 is attacking with multiple shadow weapons, glhf~
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by Genie @ Mar 4 2018, 09:28 AM
“Well isn’t this interesting….” Quentin said to himself as he caught a slight ‘vibe’ of another telepath nearby. Not just any telepath either, though he was almost certain he’d felt this brand of psionic energy before, it was clear enough to him that whoever this psychic was she was no push over. The power behind their actions was proof enough of that, and like a moth to the proverbial flame, Quentin couldn’t help but be drawn by it. Following his instincts he slowly headed down the hall, his eyes darting from one spot to another, as he noticed the people around him, many of the attendees were frantic in their actions.

Trampling one another simply to save their own hide. It was rather disgraceful in Quentin’s opinion, which was why he felt no remorse what so ever whenever he gingerly suggested that they should run full force into a nearby wall. Knocking many of them out. It was...well it was fun to see the humans running into a wall like they were the Coyote from those old Road Runner movies. Though if memory served him well, and it always did, that Coyete always came out the better for it. He doubted the same could be said about the humans.

Stepping over the body of an unconscious and no doubt concussed young man, guy couldn’t have been much older than himself, Quentin continued to walk down the hall. Moving at his own meager pace, as the world around him seemed to explode into a cacophony of chaos, screams, and sadly death. It was enough to shake any man, thankfully Quentin wasn’t just any man. Not by a long shot, still even he had to admit this wasn’t exactly what he’d ‘signed’ up for. “Well what do we have here?” He said in a rather interested tone, as he watched the telepath uncloak herself. The only thing keeping her entirely off his radar.

“Tone it down purple haired people eater…” Quentin said making such a dated reference he’d doubt the older telepath would catch it. “That’s a powerful telepath blast there and these people aren’t really...equipted to handle...any of that. Besides.” he said with a slight shrug. “We kind of need at least one of them alive don’t you think? All this shit’s happening and we don’t know why. Not sure about you, but i hate being out of the loop.” He said with a somewhat sinister like glare in his eyes, as he narrowed his gaze on a nearby assailant.

A man who was trying to no doubt get the slip on the purple haired woman, as he took aim at her from afar. Assailant 8, crouched down behind the corner, trying to use it as cover of sorts. What he had planned was to take out Quentin and Betsy in one fail swoop. Using whatever power he had to knock them out, thankfully though Quentin was a telepath with no qualms about constantly reading the minds of those around him. He was more than able to pick the man’s thoughts, and sway his perception a bit, so that he was aiming the opposite way instead of them.

“So why don’t we try to get some answers then?” He said out loud, and though his statement came off as a question, rest assured Quentin was not asking for Betsy’s permission. Or even her opinion on the matter, he was simply stating what he was going to do. Without wasting any time, Quentin peeled back the layers of ‘guards’ the man had around his mind, stearing through them like a bull in a china shop, showing as much delicacy as well. “Well isn’t that interesting. I think you should come take a peak ‘love’. Some things here you might want to know.” He said with a shrug, as he continued to hold the man’s mind at bay with his telepathy. Forcing him not only not to notice them, but to be completely distracted from them.
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by Asterous @ Mar 4 2018, 03:08 PM
Remy could hear screams and gunshots echoing through the room, and he hoped it was more assailant screams than anyone else. Amongst all the noise, Remy heard Mystique chiding him for ‘playing with his food’, as well as her comment on homosuperiors. Oh he could show off a little alright.

It didn’t take Assailant #4 long to recover from the first hit, and soon he was coming back for more. Remy happily obliged, twirling his bo staff as the man approached, beckoning him forward. If he could get a hand on him for at least a few seconds he could charge that armor of his and well...that would be the end of at least one of them. The problem was getting a hand on him. Reaching for another card, Remy wasted no time in sending it straight at the man’s head. He heard the howl of pain as the explosion went off, the assailant clutching at his face enough that Remy couldn’t see the extent of the damage. Taking this opportunity, Remy swung his staff like a bat right into the man’s chest, bringing him down sprawled on his back. Moving fast as to get in and get out, Remy reached for the body armor. All he needed was a few brief seconds of contact. Before his fingers could brush the target, Remy felt a sharp pain on his wrist where his sleeve had exposed the skin underneath. It felt like it was burning!

Hissing in pain, Remy slammed his hand down on the man’s chest, charging the armor as quickly as he could all while his wrist, the side of his neck, and his jaw continued to burn. Satisfied with the charge, which he may have overdone a little, Remy jumped to his feet, holding his injured wrist close as he kicked the downed man a little further away from the crowd. This was not going to be pretty. Turning his back on the man, Remy got far enough away from the blast that when the man did go, he didn’t get too much stuff on him.

Collapsing his bo staff, Remy gave the area a disgusted look right before the lights started to act up and then slowly go out, each shatter preceded by a gunshot. The half darkness they were left in wasn’t dark enough that he couldn’t see. Turning to try and pinpoint the source of the gunshots, Remy was shocked by what he saw, as well as the warning called out about the new situation.

Tentacles? Moving out of the way just in time to avoid the worst from one of such things, Remy once more pulled out a handful of cards. At this rate he would be through the decks in no time.

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@Elizabeth Braddock | Notes: Assailant #4...well...he’s gone.
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by Arya @ Mar 5 2018, 11:35 PM
Betsy made sure that assailant #6 was completely down before she held back the stream of psionic energy. A quick scan of the gymnasium brought her attention to the other two mutants that were also taking down assailants like dominoes. The trenched-coated one making good use of his bo-staff and the other with a gun and ready to use it. The latter was an odd one. As a telepath, she could still recognize him with her mind, but it was pretty clear he now looked like one of the assailants. It seemed like some people were more than what they appeared.

She brushed away the thought and was just about to mentally connect with another assailant and then the lights went off, dim and almost close to dark. Except it wasn't just darkness. It was darkness being formed into strange shapes. The word tentacle from the outspoken blonde civilian seemed appropriate given how they looked. It would have been more sensible to keep her guard up with this new threat, but a familiar voice stole her attention.

Her head moved sideways as she immediately recognized the former student of Xavier's; Quentin Quire. She barely knew him on a personal level, but she remembered him well enough to be one of the most self-absorbed individuals she had ever met in her life. Perhaps on the same level as that diamond-shifting telepath.

"Quite fitting for you to re-appear in this rather dire situation," Betsy said back with a disinterested look. She wondered where he had ended up since leaving the school. Perhaps, somewhere she probably didn't want to know. He suggested keeping one of them alive, and even though Betsy wouldn't want to be on the same side of an agreement with this boy, she couldn't help but see the value in what he said.

He posed the question and before she knew it, this boy was already piledriving into the assailant's mind. Ridiculous. She shook her head at the lack of subtlety in his approach and then made a quick glance at the shadow contracts that were being made. The trench-coated man seemed to be beginning to take them on, and hopefully, that would be enough to stop any of them from reaching her--and Quentin by extension.

She looked back to Quentin suspiciously at his mention of her coming to take a peek and then she eventually decided to enter. With focus, a psionic butterfly instantly flared around her mind and then she crossed the barriers of the physical world and into the one of the cognitive. In this case, assailant 8's mind. She then began to search for the most recent memories that could at who this man was affiliated with and why...

@Raven Darkholme

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by Jinx @ Mar 12 2018, 08:40 AM
There was just no hiding her horror as one of the assailants themselves disappeared in an explosion and a hail of remains raining down on those nearest. A wave of nausea hit her at that, and Katy wished she had been looking elsewhere when it happened. Had he even known what hit him? Thankfully, it had seemed mercifully quick for the human bomb; Katy felt worse for the people nearest the splash zone, as it were.

There wasn't time to dwell on it. She didn't want to be one of the next casualties in the gymnasium, nor did she want any of those kids getting hurt in the multiple crossfires happening. The room was dim, and it was unlikely that being in the lit half of it would save anyone from the moving shadows, but it seemed the safest bet until they could get out of the gym completely. The doors were still blocked. Catching as much attention as she could from those around her, she shooed many of the teenagers to the well lit portion of the gymnasium. She grabbed one of the demo tables blocking the exit and flipped it over to provide them with some limited cover from what was happening. Maybe it wouldn't deflect bullets or the shadows, but it would shield them from the sight of the carnage, and sometimes that was enough.

She didn't know if the hallways were any safer; she couldn't hear much over the noise of the fights in the gym, and poking her head up to peek through the slim windows on the doors seemed dangerous. Katy hadn't even finished that thought before shots rang out, with the bullets impacting those same doors, not far above the heads of those taking shelter near them. She hoped she hadn't doomed the students by moving them this way.

Quentin and Betsy had committed a cardinal sin of combat: turning their backs on an active assault. The shadow tentacles moved wildly and rapidly throughout the room, with the wielder finding it difficult to pinpoint target everyone she wanted to hurt. So instead, she lashed out everywhere, trusting her allies to move out of the way. Two tentacles whipped out at Quentin and Betsy, but due to the lack of precision from controlling so many shadow weapons, one of the tentacles missed its target completely. Instead, it hit Assailant #8; and a sharpened tentacle with a maximum diameter of six inches impaled him square in the chest. Blood bubbled up in his throat, but the assailant wasn't able to react to the killing blow before the tentacle pulled back and he fell to his knees, dead from friendly fire.

@Raven Darkholme | Assailant #8 is pretty dead. Watch out, telepaths. 0:) Assailant #1 is shooting at people near the doors, and don't forget that Assailant #2 will probably be slamming people with some gravity fields.
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by Aech @ Mar 13 2018, 12:15 PM
The explosion from across the room was a surprisingly reassuring sound, especially when accompanied by quite the display of human innards bursting throughout that area. She was silently glad to have been outside the blast radius, and a tiny chuckle escaped her lips as the shrieks of frightened disgust began to echo out from that general vicinity. That was precisely what she’d been hoping to chide out of the young Brotherhood member.

Shedding the skin of an assailant, Raven allowed herself to relax for a moment in her naturally azure state. Bright red eyes flicked this way and that, assessing the situation. Some of the lights had been taken out, and with the ebony tentacles swirling about, it wasn’t hard to see why. The hentai-lover’s wet dream wasn’t her biggest threat for the time being, however. Part of her thought about alerting Quire to the situation, but the sight of purple hair gave her pause. If the shadows took out Quire, the Brotherhood would be down a powerful telepath… but if they also took out that Xavier lover…

It was a risk she was willing to take, she decided as a cacophony of gunfire roared throughout the large room. Turning her sights on the assailant with the gun, she began to move. Her bare feet smacked against the waxed floor as she charged him from the side. There was no use hiding here. The pistol in her hands barked as she sent round after round ahead of her, but none reached their mark. Instead, one of the wildly lashing tentacles absorbed the impacts, summoning a grim scowl from the blue mutant.

Something caught her eye as she continued to move, and with a graceful roll to avoid being slammed by a shadowy tentacle, she snatched the automatic rifle from where it had been dropped by one of the downed assailants. It felt comfortable in her hands, which worked quickly to ensure it was loaded and undamaged from its fall to the floor. Using the next tentacle she encountered as a springboard, Raven threw herself into the air so that she was above Assailants #1 and #5.

The next round of gunfire emanated from her own weapon as she rained down a lethal storm of bullets at the pair. She watched #1 go down, putting a stop to his attack on those by the door. Thanks to the shadows still writhing around #5, however, she guessed if she’d hit him it wasn’t lethal. She’d certainly earned his ire, though. As soon as her feet hit the ground, there were multiple tentacles lancing towards her while the rest continued their assault on the distracted telepaths.

More bullets sprang out from the barrel of her gun as she attempted to shred the shadows manifested into lethal weapons. A second gun’s fire was added to the mix, she noticed, and a quick glance to one side caused her lips to slide out into a smirk. One of her bodyguards had also snatched up a rifle from a downed assailant and between the two of them, they managed to keep the shadows at bay, though it was clear they weren’t making any progress towards hurting the mutant himself.

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@Quentin Quire
Assailant #1 is d-e-d, dead.
Assailant #5 has a minor gun wound, and his shadow tentacles are only attacking two places now: Betsy and Quentin (due to them being distracted), and Raven and her guard (due to Raven's shooting him).
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by Genie @ Mar 14 2018, 06:34 PM
“I know right!” He exclaimed in elation, his voice pitching a bit with his own excitement, as he stuffed his hands into his pant’s pocket. Walking over towards the ppurple haired telepath at what seemed like a leisurely stroll. His callous seemingly inappropriate attitude for the moment continued, as he shot a rather daring smile at the other telepath. Managing to keep his distance as he closed in on her, dropping his guard ever so slightly as he did so. “Its totally badass.” he said playfully as he shook his head, his pink locks swaying with the motion of his head.

Quentin didn’t need to be a telepath to sense the woman’s … disinterest with him. It was quite appearent in every motion she made. Her sheer gaze seemed to cry out to him in utter protest about simply being around him. And while others might of felt...offended or hurt by the reaction, Quentin seemed to thrive under it, as he continued to flash his somewhat cocky smile at the older woman. Not allowing her dislike of him bother him in the least. He had plenty of experience dealing with this kind fo situation after all.

“Hey miss uppitty...are you ‘reading’ what i’m ‘reading’....” He said as his eyes widened in a bit of shock, the man’s memory completely taking him by surprise, forcing him to drop his guard for a moment. Though a moment was more than enough, as darkened tendrils flew at them, the sheer sight of them catching him off guard, causing him to not only instantly break mental contact with his target, but he couldn’t help but stumble backwards. Stepping over his own feet, Quetin slipped backwards, barely avoiding the tendril as it shot past him, imbedding itself into the man’s chest.

Quentin watched in horror as the man dropped to his knees. Feeling his very life slipping from him, Quentin dropped to his hands and knees, unsure of how to deal with everything. This wasn’t a game...this wasn’t how it was suppose to go...people weren’t suppose to die...he thought begrudginly to himself...his sense of immortality fading, as he realized the truth of the matter .They could die...he could die….he thought as a sense of shock and fear struck through his body, causing him to shiver on the ground.

Breathing heavily...Quentin’s sense of fight or flight took over, as he forced himself off the groudn. Now wasn’t the time to freak out...he told himself as he tried to pack up his emotional backage, stuffing it in the darkess recesses of his mind, hopefully to never deal with again. Though he knew better. Continuing his heavy breathing...Quentin’s fgaze shifted around, seeing the closest assailant. Focusing his gaze on him, Quentin channeled all his fear and terror. Harnessing it as best eh could, as he lashed out at the shadow wielding assailant, blasting him with a fear induced psionic bolt.

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. Assailant 5: Quentin has attacked him with a psychic blast, but it won't kill him.

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