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Adelaide DuBois

Emotion is messy, contradictory... and true.

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a character in “X-Men: No Man Left Behind”, as played by RubyBlue

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【More Than Just A Pretty Face...】
“The truth is rarely pure and never simple”




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Full Name
Adelaide Mathilde DuBois

Nicknames
Addie, Ads, Mattie

Birthday
April 14th

Age
16

Ethnicity
American/Spanish/French

Gender
Female

Sexual Orientation
Bisexual

Hometown
Paris, France



【Be On The Lookout For...】
“Pessimist: One who, when he has the choice of two evils, chooses both.”




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Height☜ 5'7"

Weight☜ 125 lbs

Eye Color☜ Blue

Hair
Blonde and long. Naturally wavy, Adelaide likes to straighten it occasionally.

Body Type
Adelaide is slightly above average in height and naturally thin, possessing long arms, legs and a short torso her body resembles that of a dancer. Her figure is a bit under developed but she doesn't see anything wrong witht hat considering she's only just sixteen and there's still plenty of time to grow.

Special Markings
Adelaide has a few scars picked up from her time on the street.A long jagged one beneath her left shoulder blade from a knife in the back after a theft gone wrong.

One across her left ear from a fall when she was four years old. Rebellious even then, Adelaide fell through a glass table that she'd been told to keep off of. Luckily her only injury was a few minor cuts and a clean slice through her ear. If you ask Adelaide she'd say the most painful part was the stitches.

One large and web like, still healing wound on her lower abdomen from a gunshot wound received during the raid of the hideout she shared with Jamal and the rest of her gang.

Extras
Tail? Animal ears? Wings?



【Behind The Mechanics】
“I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.”




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Likes
+ Being barefoot
+ Being Left alone
+ People who are even keeled emotionally. Depressed or manic people are exhausting to be around.
+ Sweets
+ Small animals, not like bunnies or kitties. More like snakes and lizards and fish.
+ Baking
+ Things that are new
+ People who don't expect anything from her
+ Traveling, usually backpacking or by train
+ Intelligent conversation
+ Word and logic games
+ Waking up early and staying up late

Dislikes
+ Overly sweet people
+ Sour foods
+ Being expected to act a certain way because of her mutation.
+ Being talked to like a child. She might be one but she's lived the life of an adult for the last six years. Patronizing her won't get you anywhere.
+ Having to abide by someone else's rules.
+ Sad movies and romantic comedies
+ Talk Radio
+ Cold weather


Habits
Adelaide is a smoker and has been for the past four years. She hasn't had any parental or authority to figure to keep her from it and if you ask her all the people she knew back home smoked so it's no big deal.

Continuously counts her steps and avoids cracks in the pavement.Something that she's just always done out of habit or stress or superstition. Adelaide isn't usually aware she's even doing it.

Adelaide is a habitual flirt, treading lightly into Lolita-esque territory. She'll flirt and use her mutant ability to manipulate people into doing and giving her what she wants. She doesn't always tend to be age appropriate in these endeavours but she has also never gotten physical with anyone.

Fears
Humans. Adelaide's adoptive, human parents kicked her out to fend for herself when she manifested her mutation and when she was finally getting ahead, going somewhere... here came the humans to rip it out from underneath her. Not to mention shoot her in the stomach while they were at it.

Being emotionally vulnerable to anyone. She's the one with the control over people's emotions, the ability to bend or manipulate them any way she chose. Not the other way around. It terrifies Adelaide to think of herself at the mercy of anyone else's emotions, something she hopefully doesn't have to worry about.

Aspirations
Adelaide wants to see more of the world. having only lived in and around Paris she feels like the world just got a bit bigger since her move to the U.S.Hopefully, once everything was safe again for people like her, she could find her way to the other continents.

After she's had her fill of traveling Adelaide dreams of once again going back home and seeing her adoptive parents once again. Just one little visit would be all it took...

Secrets

+ The mutants Manuel Alfonso Rodrigo de la Rocha and Cordelia Frost, two of the most powerful empaths ever known are her true parents. After a brief affair the two had during a summer in Europe, Cordelia fell pregnant and knowing how her strict and cruel family would react stayed in Paris until the birth of her daughter who she promptly gave up for adoption.
+ Is a pretty regular shoplifter. Adelaide sees something she likes and takes it and will often use her power to make people look the other way while she does as she pleases.

Disabilities

Has been diagnosed with Conduct Disorder, the precursor to Antisocial Personality Disorder. Basically Adelaide is what most people would call a budding sociopath. Someone who is impulsive, reckless and has no no remorse for any of her actions. Always quick with an excuse and ready to blame someone else she's not above using any type of manipulation to get what she wants.

Also had quite the substance abuse problem back home, having been quite strung out on the designer drug Kick before the vents of M-Day. Currently Adelaide is sober but not through any real want. She got shot and sent to America, there really hadn't been a whole lot of time to establish a connection yet.

Personality

Adelaide DuBois is always a tiny bit sarcastic, on edge and dismissive. It's a defense mechanism that's she's cultivated over the years in order to protect herself. Having only been ten years old when she was thrown out into the streets, Adelaide learned quite quickly that showing any weakness to anyone was a quick way to end up taken advantage of. She's quick to zone in on other's people's emotional weaknesses and exploiting them to her own gain without any qualms. She feels no guilt or shame for the things she's done or has had to do in the past to get by. Adelaide did what she had to do to survive and she used the skill set nature provided her which was to lie, cheat and steal.

The parisienne tends to rely on a Lolita-esque image. Heart-shaped glasses, lollipops and bare feet and the young blonde is always operating under a shroud of mystery, never revealing much about herself or making up complete lies to amuse herself. Not always sullen and somber, Adelaide can be quick to laugh and spout off a joke sometimes at another person's expense. She can be deceptively charming, naive and innocent, knowing that it serves her purpose to be seen as a nice, normal sixteen year old girl.




【Armed And Dangerous...】
“Persuasion is often more effectual than force.”




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Mutant Alias
Persuasion

Mutation
Empath - The ability to read, project and manipulate the emotions of others.Something she inherited from both of her parents.

Mutation Capabilities

Adelaide is capable of reading other people's emotions and manipulate them as she chooses.

+ Able to plant emotional states into other people's minds. For example: Causing a person to think they're deaf, blind, old, young.
+ Can alter their perceptions to make a person believe they're conversing with someone other than Adelaide.
+ Can psionically sense the emotions of others and control one emotion at a time, affecting many targets in the same area during that time or controlling the emotional states of multiple victims one at a time.
+ She can change the amount of control she has over others, such as a slight emotional push or complete emotionless autons who listen to her every wish.
+ Is adept at being able to tell if another is lying by sensing their emotions. It is extremely hard to fool Adelaide who is quite skilled at seeing through deception and through to the real emotion behind any situation.


Skills

+ Is an adequate cook and loves to bake. It's the one of the many domestic skill she enjoys.
+ Adelaide is a skilled thief. Preferring to shoplift she has also picked pockets and participated in several muggings. Girl's gotta eat, right?
+ Master manipulator
+ Quite skilled with knives, her preferred way of defending herself. Finding guns to be a bit scary and complicated for her tastes.
+ Excellent seamstress/designer. Adelaide has always loved making her own clothes and coming up with her own style, partly due to neccessity considering she's been on her own for the last six years.Though she's been homeless and squatted in all manners of places she's always managed to look clean and presentable.
+ Loves to sing and though a bit on the weak and thin side, the soprano has a surprisingly pretty voice.
+ Is fluent in both English and French and has a general understanding of some German.

Equipment

+ A pair of small, quite sharp knives she nicked from a passing acquaintance.
+ Sewing kit
+ Locket engraved with the intials of her birth mother C.H.F.
+ A small collection of designer sunglasses, scarves and bags. Mostly stolen.

Weaknesses

+ She is continuously bombarded by the emotions of the people around her, and must fasten on a single, strong emotion to protect herself from being overwhelmed.
+ Hates to accept help and thinks it makes her look weak. Is especially wounded right now since she's recovering froma gunshot and in the care of the school whether she likes it or not.
+ Isn't very strong physically, though she tries and makes up for it with her speed. Adelaide would be soundly defeated in a fight by anyone who had any real training.
+ Is incapable of trusting anyone even those who legitimately want to help the young mutant.



【A Glimpse Into The Past...】
“Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.”




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History
Adelaide was the product of an intense, short-lived affair between Emma Frost's younger sister Cordelia, and Emma's former student Manuel de la Rocha. Both were empaths and bonded over it, traveling to Europe together for a summer they parted ways in the fall and soon after Cordelia realized she was pregnant. Knowing how her family would react she decided to remain in France under false pretenses until her child was born and then place it up for adoption. Cordelia might have been a lot of things but she knew that the last thing she wanted for her child was to be a Frost, a curse that she didn't wish upon the innocent life growing inside of her.

Going through a reputable agency, Cordelia found a lovely young couple who desperately wanted a child of their own. After several months of getting to know her baby's future parents, Cordelia finally went into labor giving birth to a tiny, healthy, blue eyed baby girl. Having held her infant daughter only one time, Cordelia signed the papers thrust in front of her and left the hospital, never looking back.

She was named Adelaide Mathilde and was doted upon by both of her parents, given anything and everything she could ever ask for. Her mother treated her as if she were a doll, buying her massive amounts of clothes and accessories and to most it seemed as if Adelaide had quite the privileged life. Which she did until her mutation manifested.

Being the daughter of two powerful empaths it was a pretty sure bet that Adelaide would have a mutation of some sort and it was revealed when she was nearly ten years old that she was afflicted with the same ability. Empathy. Adelaide was constantly bombarded by the emotions of everyone who surrounded her and not knowing what was happening, the child felt like she was losing her mind. It wasn't until she was in school and the mass of emotions became too much for Adelaide to bear that she realized she could gain control of them. Shutting everyone's emotions down simultaneously she effectively made the school a group of emotionless zombies. Which caused quite the scene when parents started arriving to find their children and their teachers drooling and wandering around aimlessly. When asked why she did it Adelaide could only say that all she wanted was some peace and serenity.

Her parents were horrified. Their sweet darling doll of a daughter was a mutant...a freak that could read their emotions and control them. Their paranoia, fear and anger was palpable and Adelaide was pretty sure there was going to be a change on the home front. They'd send her away to boarding school and never let her come home for holidays. It was just a bit more drastic than that. Physically thrown from the only home she'd known in her ten years, Adelaide was suddenly thrust into adulthood. No longer able to trust most adults or humans, she refused to go to anyone for help.

The determined young girl began to test the limits of her mutation, using it to survive in her day to day life as a homeless orphan. She had food, clothes and was usually warm and dry. After gaining a bit of a reputation as a pickpocket she was "adopted" into a local gang of mutants where she met Jamal. At thirteen she'd finally found a place to call home, a family of sorts. They all pitched in and pulled their weight and so what if the things they did were slightly illegal...no one got hurt...not until the riots started.

Adelaide was asleep when they broke into the hideout. The shouts and screams of her friends reverberating through the mostly empty warehouse. Onto her feet immediately she instinctually began to run for an exit, confused as to what was happening. It was then she heard the gunfire and smelled smoke. Someone had set fire to their home, which would go up like a tinderbox, not to mention they were gunning them down as if they were at war.

Adelaide was being overwhelmed by the plethora of emotions washing over her. Pain and fear, not to mention a sick excitement. Feeling nauseous she fell to her knees and retched, climbing shakily back to her feet she began to scramble down the stairs momentarily catching sight of Jamal, a sliver of hope beginning to take shape as she caught sight of her friend. That's when she felt her abdomen explode in pain. Tumbling the rest of the way down the stairs, the confused sixteen year old touched her stomach and pulled back a bloody hand. Before she could make heads or tails of what happened to her she was in Jamal's arms being carried to safety. Together they watched the warehouse burn and their friends along with it.

After patching Adelaide's wound up as best they could they set off together in search of actual medical care, knowing that Addie was slowly bleeding out. Finally finding a hospital who would treat Adelaide the authorities informed the pair that they were soon to board a plane set for America. Apparently there were only a few mutants left in the world and for their own safety they were being sent to the States. Something Adelaide wanted no part of but since she was technically a minor she had no say and since Jamal was more than ready to get out of Europe she decided to follow along meekly for now. Most likely biding her time to make a break for it.



【Just A Little Extra...】
“ I am the only person in the world I should like to know thoroughly.”




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*All Optional*
Theme Song☜ The Abandoned Hospital Ship - The Flaming Lips
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Family
Adoptive Mother - Helene DuBois
Adoptive Father - Rene DuBois
Birth Mother - Cordelia Frost
Birth Father - Manuel de la Rocha
Aunt - Emma Frost
Uncle - Christian Frost

Fashion
The fashionable mutant hails from the fashion capital of the world and is very aware of trends, labels and what looks good on her. Always daring you'll rarely see her in the same thing twice.

Thoughts on Humans
Adelaide has had enough of humanity for a lifetime. After manifesting her mutation she was put on the streets and eventually hunted down and shot because of it. All because humans were scared of what they didn't understand.

So begins...

Adelaide DuBois's Story

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Adelaide woke up with a start, still not use to waking up in a nice, soft bed everyday. The sixteen year old hadn't had a normal bed in six years and while it was infinitely more comfortable here in this mansion, Adelaide could admit to herself that she missed Paris terribly. That was where she was born and who she found exactly who she was and what she was capable of. Capable of getting gut shot. That's what you're capable of. She thought disgustedly, feeling the slight pull of the stitches holding her still healing wound closed as she stretched and rolled out of bed. Grumbling to herself in what sounded like french she quietly padded to the closet and slipped into a lacy white shift that fell to just above her knees. Running a quick brush through her long, wavy blonde hair she smiled sardonically at her reflection and left the room assigned to her.

Having only spent two weeks here and the first few days of that convalescing, Addie was still trying to find her way around the school. School...they'd all ready told her that she'd have to start attending classes like the rest of the kids here and after having put up quite the fight she was officially registered. Something Jamal thought was hilarious and also good for her. To which she had to remind him that just because he was older didn't mean he knew what was best for. The empath was quite prickly when it came to people trying to encroach on her independence, something which was happening more often than not since she'd arrived in the States.

As she wandered near the kitchen hallway, Adelaide could feel a plethora of emotions pulsating. Uncertainty, fear, joy, and tenderness and at this time in the morning she'd rather not have to deal with it all. Instead decided to take a tour of the grounds, sliding on her oversized sunglasses she stepped out into the sun. basking for a moment in the warm rays, she tripped lightly down the stairs. Taking care to avoid straining the tender area of her abdomen she walked slowly and methodically, blissful with the fact that she was far enough from anyone to let her guard down for a moment.

Kicking her barefeet through the grass she took no real notice of her surroundings until she was accosted by the feeling of tension, wariness and concern. Taking a moment to concentrate she followed the waves of emotion to Joe Rogers, someone she'd only known through sight from her short time at the school. Quietly she watched him manipulate what seemed to be a mass of blue energy, intrigued Adelaide wandered closer. She could feel his uncertainty and his resolve and it made her curious. Most people didn't feel like this, they felt scared sure. Scared for themselves. This man was scared for everyone else.

"So what exactly do you call that kind of power? Looks very hands on. I'm Adelaide." Adelaide introduced herself, a slight french accent tinging her words. Pushing her sunglasses on top of her head she moved closer to the man. Coming to a stop in front of him she observed him coolly, her blue eyes attempting to catch his. "You seem...tense. I thought we were supposed to be safe here, is there anything we should know?" Adelaide asked directly, concerned that this place was not the safe haven they promised in France. This was just their way of getting rid of mutants they no longer wanted in their country.

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Joe looked at the young girl with surprise. Her intuition was strikingly on point. Perhaps that was her mutation, perhaps his habit of worrying was written all over his face and she was merely observing his concern. Either way it would do her no good to worry her further with the truth. Joe was about to spout out some half hearted response about how it was nothing but then his eyes caught Adelaide's and he could see that an answer like that would simply not cut it. The way she eyed him was with a maturity twice her age. Joe was almost taken aback by it. Rogers took a second to sigh and formulate a more fitting answer before responding.

"There's a lot of bad people out there Adelaide, people who'd like nothing better to come into this place and hurt the students and teachers here all because of their hatred and ignorance..."

Joe said, the disgust for the people who would actually do that dripping from his words. Joe then turned to look into Adelaide's bright blue eyes.

"But that's not going to happen, not as long as I'm here. I promise."

His words were filled with determination and a fire of a soldiers heart. He meant every word and Adelaide could feel that. There was a brief pause between the two before Joe spoke again, this time with a considerably lightened mood.

"As for this..."

Joe said with a quick reflex of his fist causing a small bit of blueish white smokey light to ebb and flow out of his grip.

"This is the distortion of the biotic fields around my body. I can generate these fields that let me do all kinds of things, you're right though. It is pretty hands on. I'm Joe by the way, Joseph Rogers."

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“Strange – That's usually Zee's effect on people.” She gave a light giggle and ran her fingers through her colorful, yet mostly pink hair. “I'm fine. I feel great. Just a few aches here and there. Little case of the jelly legs. But its normal. Give me another hour or so and I'll be right as rain.” She spoke nonchalantly, almost cheery as she swung her feet back and forth. While this had only happened once before, she remembered the “quick” recovery and didn't think too much of it. The first time had done it was an attempt to make it from her S.H.I.E.L.D. training to her Microbiology class on time. She had traveled at the speed of light and was there before anyone even noticed she had left. But she materialized naked in her dorm room and didn't wake up for a whole week.

“Ah, shit. I need to call daddy. Sorry, Ric! You can check my pulse and stuff later, kay?” She nearly punched herself in the face for not making a call to her dad her first priority. He was probably having a heart attack right about now! She slid down from the cot and gave Ulric a tight hug before moving to Caelan, leaning up on her tiptoes and kissing his nose before dashing out the door. She gave several smiles and waves on her way down the halls to her office.

Closing the door behind her, she pulled out her phone and called up her father. She sat in her “Big Boss” chair and spun around, waiting for him to pick up. She didn't bother putting him on speaker phone as she sat down her iPhone in her lap. It took three rings before he picked up the phone. “Cat?! Is that you? Are you alright? Her father's voice was frantic – Jeez, he was worse than Tulio. She sighed and smiled softly. “Yeah, daddy. I'm alright. Just a headache and the jelly legs. That's it. I just wanted to call and let you know that I'm doing fine.” She could hear her father sighing in relief, but knew that he was still worried.

“Good. I'm sorry I couldn't be there to watch over you – But I had some business to take care of. The others are with me. Sweetheart...A Bill is being pushed. One that will require every mutant, every super human, every single person that seems just a little bit more than human to register with the United States Government. They will have to give up their names, addresses, information on their family, their capabilities, occupation. Just...everything. There's talk of using them for testing and...God. But its against Constitutional Rights, so it won't pass. Though, I want you guys to be extra safe just in case – These guys don't plan on playing fair.”

Cat had stopped spinning in her chair.

In the kitchen, Lina smiled as her friends filed in one after the other, offering waves and soft hellos. Seeing Tulio come in, she gave only a simple nod. There was absolutely nothing in her body language – not even a single, miniscule, out of place twitch – that would denote the secret she was harboring. She went about as she did every other time she saw him, though she admittedly had to force her heart not to race. It was then that her crappy phone finally received the text message that Benjamin had sent, a light smile crossing her lips as her thumbs moved slowly across the keys to reply.

\\Burn. Burn the house. On hands and knees. Coughing. Out we will crawl. Captured. Tagged and bagged. Chained. Pain. Thus marks the fall of all mutant kind. Our beacon of hope. Our light. Snuffed out. Taken away. Leaving us all alone. No hope. No life.//

Lina was about to hit send, but her phone clattered to the floor and her eyes began to glow. Her tone was dark, her face contorting into a look of grim disdain. The vision she saw was not a pretty one. Everyone seemed happy at first, but then men in black suits came. They surrounded their home and set it to fire. They threw grenades and shot most people that tried to run away. Crosses were being put up. More people nailed to them. Tulio and....Why were Tulio, Julio, and Cat leaving? No. They weren't leaving. They were being taken away. By...Thor? And a woman. She didn't know the woman. And...Fen. He was leaving, too. A grey Lycan walking alongside Loki. Why were they being taken away?! They were needed here! Lina called out after them, running across the lawn. But she cried out in pain as she felt a sharp pain in her chest. Then sticky warmth...Everything went blurry. Fire, people running, screaming. Her father and Caelan running for her. Captured. Then it all went dark.

As the glow in her eyes receded, she crumpled to the floor. “We have to go. Now...Before they come.” She had curled into the fetal position, shaking her head and grasping her hair as though she were about to pull it out. She could soon feel her brother's strong arms wrap around her. Caelan had left after speaking with Ulric, having asked him to check on Cat anyways. He didn't know what she saw, but he didn't like the way it sounded. “Tulio, I need you to get the rest of the team and have everyone pack up in a calm and collected manner. Tell them that we're moving out soon. To get the children away from the freaks at the gate.” He gave the man a nod before heading towards Cat's office. It could take a while to figure out where they were going and how they would get there unnoticed, but surely Cat had a few tricks up her sleeves.


All Tulio had heard was the sound of something hit the floor, and instantly some off feelings started to brew - somewhat like his tea (bad time for jokes, but he has to make a few sometime). Tulio turned around, his eyes widening as he realized it was Orfy that had dropped the phone. She looked in pain for a few seconds, and then literally fell to the floor. Tulio dropped the tea bag instantly and nearly ran to her when he heard her speak in a low tone and Caelan suddenly appeared. Tulio hadn't a clue where the man had come from, but was actually quite relieved: while Tulio could merely put off that he was just running to a friend, he didn't want to take any chances with their secrets coming loose. Tulio blinked once more, his eyes falling back to their original position as Caelan told him to collect the rest of the team and get everyone out of the mansion.

While Tulio normally didn't like taking orders from Caelan, he instantly relented and nodded: right now wasn't the time for petty emotional values to get in the way. Tulio walked towards them as Caelan raced out the door with his sister, with Tulio noticing that nobody had grabbed her phone. Feeling the need to make sure he returned it, he bent down to pick it up, and as luck would have it the screen was still bright with life and facing up, allowing Tulio to read what she was about to text to Benjamin. Burn the house? The.... fall of mutant kind? Tulio almost stopped reading right there, he was almost sick. Tulio, now having seen all of Orfy's memories and entirety, knew that she had this Chronovision mutation, which Tulio roughly guessed meant something to do with seeing into time. If that was the case, what was she talking about? Tulio's grip on the phone became taught, before shoving it into his pocket to stand.

He scanned the entire room, his dark eyes scanning each and every person in the room. Only instead of cloudy, distant thoughts that usually glittered his eyes, they were clear: still dark, but strict and a little authoritative. Now was the time for action, and Tulio was not going to let this place burn because some worthless humans were jealous. "You heard the man. Begin preparations for mass evacuation of the students and staff - keep the younger children under the pretense that this is a drill to avoid having panic spread amongst them. That is the last thing we need now." It was as if Tulio had become an entirely different man.

Gone was the distant thoughts, the wispy soft voice, the quiet mannerisms: when it came to game day, Tulio became a hardened, disciplined man. Sure he was serious most of the time, but when it came to missions and possible attacks? Tulio became uncaring for nonsense and excuses. "Julio, George, Alexandra, meet me in Cat's office in 5 minutes after establishing the protocol and procedures to the rest of the staff to execute. Any other X-Men you find, send them there." He scanned the rest, and without another word swiftly moved out the door towards where he had guessed where the rest of the team was: huddled around Ulric's office. He had a hunch that Caelan would be taking Orfy to see Cat, so he decided that it would be the most logical to send the X-men to the Head Mistresses office, as it would make things easier when everyone was together

Nearing the medical room where Ulric was usually found, Tulio spotted Zalika and Eric in some form of conversation. Hating to interrupt but knowing that he had to, Tulio spoke in the same straight, low voice and in Ulric's direction so he could hear it. "Ulric, set in motion the evacuation protocol for the sick - drill today." Tulio knew that Ulric would understand what he meant by stating it was a drill. In a lower voice, he spoke to the married duo. Probable attack on the Academy. Team's forming up in Cataleia's office in 5 - help Ulric if you so wish and inform him."

Knowing that Zalika wasn't really one for being all soft and stuff, he made it at least sound optional to help out Ulric so that Tulio didn't get his head bitten off. Tulio knew of Zalika's powers - and Eric's mutation was seriously no laughing matter - so he didn't like offending an asset of the team. Besides, offending people wasn't what he did.

With that, Tulio continued on towards the classrooms, assisting in the evacuation wherever he could. When those 5 minutes are to be up, he would move back to Cat's office, but for now, he acts.

Ulric smiles warmly at Cat's jest, certainly glad that the headmistress is up and about once more. It will save him plenty of trouble, as Zee tends to do a little bit less damage when Cat is there to take care of students that might otherwise turn towards the more vicious woman. Perhaps the difference is not too significant, but enough that he can expect to have a slightly more peaceful time than he has had for the past two weeks. Then again, with the escalating hostilities towards Mutants, something only increased within the past fortnight, this will be only a shred of respite from the tensions constantly weighing down on everyone.

Being a pacifist, he very much dislikes the idea of the pressure prompting actions which may lead to a full out war, and is optimistic enough to hope that such an outcome might be avoided. He was raised among humans just as much as mutants, after all, and knows that not all humans are as malicious as those who stand outside the institute gates, screaming dreadful profanities at frightened youths, who already have enough to deal with as they try to manage the development of their abilities.

Not all of them were born to mutant parents, as he was, or even to parents who are supportive of who they are. In fact, several of them have to keep their identities a secret from their own family members, or were cast out by those who they are bound to by blood, sneered at and viewed as freaks among their kin. The idea of such treatment mortifies Ulric, as though he is ashamed on behalf of a people that he doesn't actually belong to. That has always been his personality, though.

"I'm sure you will be, but I'm obligated to check over your vitals anyway. Humor me?" Ulric asks, turning towards his desk to get out a sphygmomanometer and a stethoscope. Of course, before he can so much as reach them, Cat releases a swear and a spoken realization of her need to call her father. "Well, can I just-" but before he can finish the sentence, Cat has given him a quick embrace, kissed Caelan on the nose, and disappeared down the hallway. Although he releases a sigh in response to all of this, Ulric can not grudge her a call to her father, being one himself. But now is not the time for him to dwell on his own daughter- those thoughts he generally tries to reserve for when he is alone, and no one can see him worry.

"Can you follow her and make sure that she doesn't collapse on the way there, please?" the doctor turns towards Caelan, crossing his mind and offering a gentle smile to pair with the request, though he knows that the man is unlikely to have any problems with chasing after Cat--he seems to be constantly doing it, after all. As expected, the elder Howlett sibling takes off almost immediately, following the woman down the hallway. Watching him go, Ulric rubs the back of his neck and releases a small yawn. There doesn't seem to be any business for him to deal with, and thus the man sits down in his chair and leans back, staring through the window and up at the infinite blue sky. He is fortunate to have a view of the back of the institute, and therefore doesn't have even the slightest view of the protestors.

All the same, he is not allowed even the smallest moment of peace. Although neither had intended for it to happen, Orfelina's sudden vision, with its great strength, glimmers through Ulric's mind. Of course, given that it hadn't been intentional, he feels the vision rather than sees it, and is suddenly overcome with an immense pain that makes him visibly flinch. What was that? he wonders, immediately concerned that someone near by is in pain. The doctor is already walking towards the door when Tulio comes into view and addresses him. Immediately understanding, Ulric nods and walks further into his office. There are two doors in his office; one door is to exit into the hallway, and the other is into the larger clinic. His own office has a cot for immediate treatment, but those who are terminally ill, don't want him to treat them (a case for some of the more stubborn patients), or have some other reason to stay longer than they otherwise would, are in the clinic through that door.

For the moment, there are only a few people in the room, and he is able to organize and evacuate them. One remains, a resting patient who had gone through a somewhat taxing treatment after being assualted and nearly killed by the mob. The patient has a mutation that is rather harmless, being a healer as Ulric is, though her mutation is peculiar in that she takes on the pain of other people, relieving others at her own cost. She is an empath on top of this, a skill that Ulric has always found to be rather lonely. The doctor goes and wakes her up instructing the young girl, for she is only ten years old, that there is a drill. "Come on, there's an evacuation drill," he tells her, but the girl only blinks at him drowsily and turns back over to fall asleep once more. He simply scoops her up in his arms, then, and walks out to where Zee and Eric are.

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Roll back a few minutes and switch the scene to the kitchen, where Alex is smiling, not minding the growing number of people inside the kitchen, for it is large enough to fit them all with ease. When she sees her friend take out her archaic phone, the young woman grins teasingly. "You really should upgrade, Lina- that thing is practically a-" her sentence goes unfinished, for the light-hearted mood vanishes the moment that her friend drops the cellular device to the ground, causing it to slide away from her a few inches. The smile on her face fades until only a small remnant of it, forced into place, lingers. "Lina-" she begins again, extending a hand towards her friend to grab her on the shoulder. The hand misses as Orfelina shrinks down into a fetal position, pulling desperately at her vividly red hair as though trying to pull something out of her mind.

Alex falls onto her right knee beside the girl, but it is Caelan that wraps an arm around his younger sister, seeming to appear out of absolutely nowhere. He speaks with a clear and authoritative voice, his serious expression removing memories of the man who had only a while ago stuck his middle finger out at her for joking about him being kicked out from the sickroom. Needless to say, Alex is frightened, and she can feel goosebumps rising on her arms. The young woman rubs her right forearm to make them go away before turning her attention to Tulio.

The tone in his voice is equally as startling as Caelan had been, for it shifts from quiet and vague to clear cut and forceful. Giving him her attention seems natural, as he immediately steps into the position of giving orders. Alex nods in response, the smiles from earlier having left completely in order to make room for an expression to better reflect the sudden gravity of the situation. After he has left the room, she turns towards George and Julio, trying to offer a slight smile, though it seems completely out of place in this situation. "I'll get the kids from the younger classes," she informs them, knowing that she will be able to keep up the facade of a drill rather well. Besides, many of the younger students know her well, because she likes to tinker and make toys for them all. After speaking, she gives the reassuring smile once more before exiting the room as well.

It is a brisk walk to reach the younger wings, but feels like miles until she reaches the part of the school. The young woman stops in each class to inform the teachers of the situation and relay Tulio's instructions. Her next stop is the dormitories, in case any students are still in their rooms at the moment. Her thoughts dance between the children, Orfelina, and the situation in its entirety. Five minutes. . .just one more dorm to check, though, Alex tells herself, having gathered a duck line of younger students that follow behind her, some complaining and some deathly silent. Finding no one in the last rooms, she leads the group that she has built up, composed of perhaps six children, towards the other classrooms so that they can regroup with their schoolmates before she goes to Cat's office.




As the Headmistress was informed in detail of her beloved friend's vision, she had waited for her team to gather. Things seemed to be going rather smoothly at first. They had plans to head for the Avengers' Tower because it was nearby and they were allies and family with government pull and popularity amongst American citizens that they might never achieve. Everyone had packed what was most important to them. All that was left was the clearing of the house. Cataleia had found herself in full uniform for the first time in a while, thinking that her colorful hair went quite well with it. She cleared her throat before addressing the school.

“I know that you've all been told that this is a drill, but its not. I'm not going to lie to you. There are people coming for us.” She paused and rolled her eyes at the shouts of lying and betrayal and false hope before closing her eyes and shouting loud enough that every window rattled. “Enough! Not once did we ever say that our walls were impenetrable. Not once did we say that as long as you're here, nobody would ever bother you. We gave no false hope at all. What we gave was a promise. A promise that as long as a single one of us is breathing, we will still fight this war. A promise that as long as we can still fight, we will defend you. A promise that we would never abandon you.”

Some had piped down while others grumbled. There were a few children crying and many people left. They simply pushed their way rudely past the crowd, elbowed the X-Men out of their way, and left. Cataleia didn't stop them. If they didn't want to stay, she wasn't going to hold them prisoner. As soon as the door closed behind them, Lina fell to the floor. “They're here!” It was a blur of movement as the X-Men (plus one or two guests) put the house on lock down and stood their ground outside and watched as their exterminators rolled in. Tanks, SUVs, jets, and helicopters coming upon their lawn with men and women ready to gun them down.




That battle was their first since the war began.




But not their last.







The numbers have dwindled down to quite a pathetic number as compared to before. The battle was a short one, but hard fought. It was neither a win nor a loss that Cataleia lead to them, but perhaps a draw. Deadman would call it a win because none of their enemies walked away alive. But, the mutants that Xavier's once house...well. They were divided. As the battle began, many ran outside in hopes to help. They had no experience and were quickly gunned down. Then you had those who thought to escape from the back. They ran and nobody has heard from them. All in all, few mutants left Xavier's that morning. At least compared to the amount there was before.

Raver, Nexus, Prodigal, Hurricane, Tarot, Techna, Deadman, Red Son, Masquerade, Prism, Wonderland, Oz, Paragon, Wraith, Seraph, Fen, Druid, Rewind, Persuasion, Xerox, Yin, and Yang as well as about seven others. They were the ones that stuck together. They were the ones that made it out and had found themselves in the bayou country. Those without vehicles being shoved into the extras of Cataleia and Orfelina's. Cat thought they everyone who could drive should drive. She didn't want everyone piled into the “X-Calade” for fear of being caught. Everyone in their own individual vehicles would be easier for splitting up. They didn't travel completely together, everyone taking different routes so that they didn't appear suspicious.

The Avengers' Tower was out of the question. Nobody could know where they were. They played it safe and assumed that their lines were tapped as well as those of the Avengers and the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. It was presumed by the public that they were all dead. But Stryker knew better – He investigated the scene himself and he saw that there were few bodies, none of them being who he wanted them to be. He saw many cars missing and many things from the house. Sad part for him is that he had no idea where they would head.






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“Uncle Remy! Look!”

Lina hopped off of her Big Dog Pit Bull, pulling out of her pocket what looked to be a used .45 round. “Can you believe it?!” The gypsy girl looked as though they had just arrived at the Carnival – Not once had she ever shown this much joy in front of anyone at Xavier's. Why was she so happy as she parked her motorcycle and put it up on its kickstand? Maybe because she saved the life of one of her best friends who happened to be her secret lover. Maybe because she got shot in the face for him. Maybe because she got shot in the face saving him and the bullet was simply pushed out of her body and not even a scar was left. She had a headache, which her brother assure her that getting shot in the head anywhere was something you never get used to, but other than that she was perfectly fine.

She threw her arms around the neck of a rugged-looking man who had the same eyes as one of Julio's.

“Lookit dat, cherie! You gon' be like yo' pop and big brother after all, eh? Good fo' you. I'ma gon' go 'head and find somethin' to put a real small hole in it and we gon' string it up into a necklace like yo' daddy and brother got.” The man wrapped her up in a large hug and spun her around before looking around some.

“Oh! Don't worry – Everyone else is coming. They're fine.”

She had noticed the look of worry in his eyes and immediately knew he was looking to see where everyone else was. Fortunately, she would stop every now and again so that she could use her ability to check the present and check on her friends. They were all fine and on their way. She was still shivering with excitement, bouncing in her godfather's arms before noticing his house, her jaw dropping. Xavier's was larger, but she didn't think that he actually bought a mansion. She thought he was exaggerating. “Holy shit. You really did buy a mansion.” Remy only laughed, though he had a bit of a prideful gleam in his eyes.

Lina, strangely, could not bring herself to be worried or even a bit depressed over the battle at Xavier's. She was still focusing on the fact that she took a shot to the face and lived and also the fact that those closest to her were still alive. Even her father was on his way to Gambit's! She had caught him on the road on the way there and he said he just needed to make a pit stop first. She felt invincible. Unstoppable. She vowed that with her new power, she would make sure that she would never give up the fight. No more sitting on the sidelines!

She pulled out a cigarette and her father's lighter, taking a deep drag and exhaling with a faint smile. The humans wanted war? They got it.







[OOC: I will get up Cat's, Julio's, Caelan's, Zee's, Markus', Brian's, Sophia's, and Skylar's by this weekend (: If you want to collab with me, just give me a holler and let me know. I will also be finishing Caelan's CS as well as working on the other four!]



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Adelaide looked up at the man who'd called himself Joseph Rogers and saw him for the first time truly. A look of confusion crossed her elfin face as she tilted her golden blonde head and smiled cooly at him. "Thanks for telling the truth. I would've known either way but I must say it's refreshing." Letting her sunglasses slip back over her large eyes she let a true grin cross her face at the explanation of his mutation. Adelaide had always harbored envy for mutants whose powers were obviously powerful, something explosive that they could defend themselves with. All she had was the gift of reading emotions and if she was real calm and collected she could control them. The young girl could barely remember the last time she felt calm or even slightly collected.

"It's nice to meet you Joe, I think you might be the first person here who has actually talked to me like an adult. I appreciate that." The young parisienne finished as she watched the man control the bluish white energy with a small flick of his hand. Bending down she began to pluck at the small white flowers that dotted the lawn, deftly taking the small flowers and swiftly chaining them together. "They're going to make me start classes soon, you don't happen to be a teacher or anything?" She wondered aloud, thinking it might not be too bad to be stuck in a classroom with someone like Joe. He made her feel safe and she hadn't had that since she was ten years old.

With a sudden gasp she lurched forward violently, the stitches holding her still healing abdomen together tearing as a wave of emotions hurtled down upon her. Adelaide was never quite prepared for this kind of thing and to be honest she could go her whole life without feeling it again, but it did make for an excellent warning signal. "It's just like before." She gasped as she grabbed her middle and climbed to her feet, head whipping about in all directions, trying to pinpoint where the enemy was coming from. "They're coming, Joe. They're here." She managed to say more calmly than she felt before she bolted away like a frightened rabbit.

For a moment the emotions ran rampant through her and it felt as if they would tear her apart before Adelaide settled on a thread of determination and was able to to work her way back to the school, to be evacuated once again. She thought they'd be safe, that's what they said in paris and it had been a lie. Addie had known then that it was a lie but had decided to bathe in the comfort of the words for as long as she could. Now that was all over.

Finding herself face to face with a squadron of unmarked soldiers she froze like a deer in headlights before regaining what little composure she had left. Using her gift to persuade them to see each other as the enemy she watched passively as they massacred each other before escaping into a vehicle with a few others who weren't readily recognizable. Addie didn't know where Jamal was but could only hope that they'd both been as lucky as they were in Paris.

Arriving in Louisiana in a dark mood, Adelaide carefully extracted herself from the car she'd spent way too much time in in the last couple of days. Sore and tired, Adelaide warily wandered away from the majority of the group. Intent on finding a moment's worth of tranquility and perhaps a friendly face, Adelaide took a seat on the veranda and waited to be told what to do. Something she was still having difficulty getting use to.


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Anastasia grinned to herself as she waited for George to acknowledge her properly as he usually did, he was just a bit absent-minded perhaps. Some might see it as Anastasia not being important enough to actually register on his radar where she saw it as she was so memorable that it was impossible to imagine the mansion without her presence. Reaching out to take hold of his hand in hers she squeezed softly before tucking her hands back beneath her legs. "An omelet sounds perfect, actually." She replied, Anastasia might have just eaten but her metabolism worked at such a high rate that she was usually consuming one food or another. Why not let her ex-teacher make her second breakfast?

"No, you haven't missed me. I just got back this morning. Technically I'm just supposed to be coming back home but you know us S.H.I.E.L.D., we're never off duty." The tall brunette answered, she knew the reason she was back in the states and not in Russia. They could say it was for her own safety all they wanted but Ana was certain that the fact she was one of their best agents and quite lethal in her own right played quite the part in her assignment here. Things weren't going to remain calm for long and when it finally did boil over, she'd be here. Defending her home and keeping the rest safe. Just like she'd always been taught to.

It was then that the chaos began, first in the kitchen. Orfelina passed out, or fainted and Caelan was back within seconds. Seeing the siblings Ana instantly went in search of her own brother, Eric, knowing that Orfy was safe with Caelan and the rest. Entering into one of the main hallways she was met almost immediately with rapid gunfire catching a bullet to the right
shoulder which was quickly taken care of by her rapid regenerative abilities. Still hurt like hell though. Cursing silently to herself she morphed into a copy of the enemy knowing that it'd be much easier to slip in among them and scatter them to pieces that way. Ana was half-afraid that she'd be mistaken for an enemy combatant but took the pains to mentally blast the fact that she in fact was Anastasia McCoy and not a mutant hunter. Quite the opposite of how she usually worked.

Slipping into their ranks, Anastasia quietly and efficiently took out as many of the intruders as she could. A flash of a knife here, a dropped grenade there, rapid blasts of gunfire filled the air and once again, not for the last time that day, Ana was hit. Growing fatigued she worked her way towards Cat's office, knowing that's where they'd regroup and plan any strategy. Masquerade knew in her heart that the estate was lost, that they'd have to move on if they wanted to keep the ones who were still alive safe.

Covered in dirt and blood, though with no visible wounds Anastasia returned to her normal appearance and listened as Cat gave instructions. Acting like the good little soldier she was, Anastasia grabbed a jeep and filled it with whoever was standing. She hadn't found Eric or Markus and she didn't know if they were alive or dead. It was times like this she wished for telepathy, just so she could reach out and find them if they were still there. Slipping into a cold silence she made her way to Louisiana, to Remy's house, one of her father's oldest friends. Perhaps there she'd find her family and if not...then she'd start planning her attack.

Pulling up to the mansion that was to be their safe haven for now, Ana smiled to herself when she saw she wasn't the first one to arrive. There were others, and that gave her hope. Hopping out of the jeep she began to look around for a familiar face, or at least someone who looked like they knew what was going on. Noticing Ulric stationary in a car she gave him a half-hearted wave, unsure if he was capable of actually having any sort of conversation yet. Moving on, she slowly crept into the house and began to explore. Something Ana had never been shy about doing. Someone had to secure the premises, who better than Masquerade?

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As he left the medical ward, he pulled Zee aside into the corner by the main staircase. He maneuvered her so he was back against the wall and she was in front of him, giving her the edge and advantage. He and Zee were connected on a level a lot deeper than most couples he had seen, so even the slightest indication of body movement was essentially a statement to one another. He sort of just stared at her a for a few seconds. Not judging stare, or one of anger, more like a stare a man gives his wife when it has been over two weeks since they had really seen or spent any time with one another. Though his eyes were sad, he gave her a smile, and but his hand against her face, caressing it with his thumb. He let out a short chuckle, his eyes tearing up. "What am I going to do with you?" he gave another little chortle, before he sucked his tears back in before they had a chance to fall.

The past two weeks had been hard on both of them. Though, Eric get feeling like, through the way Zee was acting, like she was the one who lost her father and sister, not him. She had locked herself away even from him. In all honesty, the reason he hadn't spoken for so long, was because he is not as strong as he has to be all the time. Eric had to be strong, growing up raising his family, keeping tabs on his wife and facing a slew of adversary one would expect to receive if you were viewed as the Son of Magneto. But, with the death and disappearances of his closest relatives, and then to have his wife just completely shut him out. He could barely take it, but he didn't know how to tell Zee.

It was obvious she was hurting, about a lot of things. And now this whole thing with pushing one o the students off the roof. It was obvious she was not in a good place. Eric wanted to so desperately be there for her, but, he felt like his mind and heart were tearing each other apart. So, he just stood, there, looking into those deep cat eyes, trying to figure someway out of helping her.

For one of the first times in his life, Eric didn't have a next step. He had a final goal, but right now......he was lost, and it was his job to guide. Meaning he would fail everyone who relied on him, who was thankfully a small amount of people, but still.

His train of thought was derailed by Cat yelling for a meeting in her office. Eric simply sighed a very frustrated sigh and just stared off towards where she went. He looked back to his wife and gave her a look that essentially said, "Now What?"

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The moment things began to escalate, what with the sound s of fire, Lina's visions and all other matter of mayhem, the first thing Eric did was turn and gave Zee a passionate kiss, the like of which he hadn't given her in almost a month. When he released it, he looked to her. "Get as many out as you can. I won't be far behind...I'm never far behind." He gave her a weak smile and flew off towards the back of the Mansion.

He went sailing to the top floor of the dormitories and began searching through the mass amounts of kids for a specific kid. "Icarus! Icarus! He called out for one of his best students. He always trusted him to do a job and do it right, no matter what. "Professor!" Eric turned to see an attractive young man with brown hair and red wings on his back. Eric ran over to him. "Icarus, I want you to get the youngest kids you can find and take the School bus we have in the garage and take the back exit into the city. The bus has no markings so there should be no reason they make a target of it. Do you understand?" Icarus gave him a thousand yard stare for about 2 seconds, then shook his head and nodded heavily. Eric nodded back. "I'll cover you. He then turned and ran to his room.

With a flick of his wrist, a complicated mechanism activated and a wall peeled away several levels of surface revealing a secret room. The room was pure metal and in the center was a suit of white armor. He raised both of his hands, and the suit floated of its post and flew directly towards him. The metal of the suit seems to congeal around him and merge with his very flesh, then form around him. He was then wearing his white armor that he had been preparing for a day such as this. Eric turned and blew out his own window with a magnetic blast and flew out into the fray.

The battle was raging and Prodigal decided to keep his position in the air. Hopefully the soldiers with artillery would see him as a threat and attack him. He just wanted to let as many of his kind escape as possible. He saw several of his compatriots thick in the mire of battle and he quickly shielded as many as possible by strengthening their own personal magnetic field. It should've helped absorb a good amount of damage done to them and help to curve bullets away from them. He doubted any of them even realized what he had did.

His plan worked, as soon he felt the dense metals of 50 caliber shells start to rain at him. The bullets simply stopped about 10 feet from him and froze. Eric began to meld the bullets together and made what looked like a very long and thin lance. He then set it flying into a tank. Prodigal made a gesture with his hands and the lance expanded rapidly and caused the tank to be ripped apart. "To quote a great man, 'Humans and their guns.'" he said to himself. it was true, they had no real way of hurting him. He could deflect anything they threw at him, even if he wasn't paying attention.

After who knew how long of a fight, he turned and saw the school bus driving out the back int the city streets, away from the melee. Prodigal heaved a sigh of relief. Icarus had done his job. He was about to turn his attention back to the fight, when he heard an explosion. He swiftly turned and looked and saw the bus had come under fire! From what he could make out from this distance, the bus was swerving away from a smoking crater. It seemed the Purifiers had set up rocket unties in the city in case of escape through that way.

Eyes wide, he flew as fast as he could towards the bus to try and help them at all costs. There were children on that bus. he couldn't even begin to understand how anyone could knowingly try and kill a child!

He got right behind the bus just as it apparently got hit with razor wire, decimating the tires. The bus began to skid and looked to flip, in fact it began to. Just as it lifted off the ground and began to flip, Prodigal reached out his hands and caught the bus in his magnetic grip. He breathed a sigh of relief......just a bit too soon. He heard the sound of several rpg's being launched towards him and the bus. He felt out there metal and when they got closer to the bus, he managed to catch them as well.

Once again, he breathed easy.

That is, until he heard a deep thud in the distance. He felt a very large piece of metal heading towards the bus at a blinding speed. He tried his hardest to focus on it, but the constant flames still erupting from the rpg's meant he had to keep concentrating to hold them back, and if he tried to drop the bus, the kids could get seriously injured. He had to focus!

He concentrated as hard as he could on the projectile, and just before it hit.......he caught it. It hovered just above the bus. It was an incredibly large missile. He felt as good as he could holding back missiles still trying to blow up a school bus filled with children dangling in the air. He began to focus each individual thing so he could deal with them one at a time, trying not to stress his powers.

He was about to set the bus down, when he heard a distinct, ting noise from just behind him and getting closer. He looked down and to his right just in time to see an unpinned grenade roll right underneath the bus and missiles. His eyes went wide and he attempted to try and contain the blast, but not even a moment later, it exploded.

Prodigal was flung backward from the force of the explosion, his own personal magnetic field shielding him from most of the blast. As Eric began to come to and his vision stopped swirling, he gazed upon the carnage before........the carnage he could've prevented. He saw the bits of child that now lay scattered around the street. But above all of the ringing in his ears, he could hear the cries of joy from the Purifiers.........

Eric was not a violent or angry man. He always kept his cool and was always a fan of diplomacy.........Eric snapped.

"NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Eric screamed at the top of his lungs, the metal in his suit seeming to leak and slowly form itself over his own skin. Soon, he blacked out.

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Eric awoke to find himself listing lazily through the air over what looked like a swamp of some kind. It was very beautiful. It made him feel nice and safe. It caused something warm in his chest to spread, even if only for a brief moment. He looked up and saw that the sun was out. It's shine was not as warm as usual, but still, it felt nice.

Eric soon began to wonder why he was here.......or how he got here. And why did he feel so sticky? And why were his hands gripped so hard. He just shrugged mentally and figured he would find out later. For now, he would just enjoy his flight.

What Eric didn't know, was that he was coated from head to toe in an incredibly thick film of blood. So much so, that is one would look at him from a slight distance, he would almost look just like his father in his red outfit. hell, he was pretty much the spitting image of his dad when he was his age, right down to the grey eyes. Gripped in his hands were a couple dozen Purifier banners, the white cross on a field of black. Representing their close minded black and white way of thinking.

Eric soon spotted what looked like a Mansion. He was feeling tired so he decided to descend towards it.

He landed about 30 feet away from the front porch. When he landed, for some reason, his legs didn't want to work, so he immediately fell to his knees.

"That's weird, why don't my legs work? Ive walked before, haven't I? Oh well, I guess I'll just wait for.......something."

Eric then preceded to kneel there in front of the Mansion with a stare a thousand miles long.

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Adelaide swung her long tan legs lightly as she stared out at everyone through the thick curtain of her blonde hair. She could honestly say she'd never felt so alone, a foreign land and not a friendly face in sight. All she had to say for herself was that she was alive, she'd made it out of this battle unscathed at least. Adelaide had been prepared this time, never able to truly trust that she'd ever be safe again after the massacre in Paris.

Hoping that Jamal would show his stupid face so she could stop worrying so much, Adelaide hoped to blend into the background until she knew whether he was amongst the living. It was hard for her to remain out there, her nerves were rattled and so were everyone elses and they scraped against the empath's psyche like nails on a chalkboard. Their fear and confusion made her sick, Adelaide had enough of it on her own without having to take on these people's...these practical stranger's emotions. Some of them thought that she'd be different, kind and sweet...what their idea of empathy was. Yet to her it was like an open wound that everyone poured salt into.

Tugging lightly at her now blood-caked dress she grimaced to herself. It was her own blood, still warm and the sixteen year old knew that she'd have to have it sewn up all over again. And people wondered why the young blonde was always sullen or surly. Addie was always getting shot at and then hastily patched together like a ragdoll. Any other pincushion had to feel the same.
Sensing something that was completely different than the rest of the group's psyche she looked up with interest and confusion as the red figure floated gently to the ground in front of her, perhaps thirty feet away. The figure was a void, perhaps in shock or perhaps capable of blocking her powers. Curiosity was something that had always plagued Addie and feeling no immediate threat from the kneeling man she slowly approached him as one would a wounded animal.

"Everything is okay, you're fine." She said softly to him, unsure if her persuasion would even work on him as she came to a stop in front of the man. A man she recognized faintly as Eric Lensherr Jr., the smell of coagulating blood that covered him was overwhelming and slightly nauseating. Crouching down on her knees in front of Prodigal she did her best to meet his gaze, to do her best to gauge what was going on within him.

"I think we need help over here." Adelaide called loudly over her shoulder before turning her attention back to the man who was currently staring through her as if she weren't even there. He was strangely fascinating, a macabre super hero brought to life. Whatever he'd done, or been through it had apparently been quite the destructive scene for him to be as covered in blood as he was and Adelaide wanted to know what it was.

"What happened to you, Eric? Who does this blood belong to?" She asked softly before others could arrive, her voice exuding comfort and warmth. The empath didn't know if he'd feel it or not but it couldn't hurt. Reaching out a small hand to touch the tips of her fingers to the thick blood that encased Prodigal she stopped short of actually touching him. "Tell me it's human and not mutant." Adelaide finished, her hatred for humanity shining through brightly for a moment.

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Zee's display on the battlefield was more a show of guns than it was powers. But, that was the usual for her as she ran through the battlefield, firing round after round until she had no bullets left. It was then that she resorted to more savage means of fighting, gracefully sprinting about and tackling her foes to the ground before using her claw like nails to pierce their chests and their hearts. She could feel the power of Bast surging through her as she found herself snapping the neck of a woman aiming for Ulric from afar. But the battle was over rather sooner than expected, leaving her heaving breaths on the battlefield, as covered in blood as most others.

While Cat spoke of taking separate vehicles to avoid suspicion, she had already decided her vehicle of choice. She knew every other person was probably going to opt for taking one of their motorcycles. Way to help out with passengers and carry-on luggage. She frowned as she watched everyone leave the garage, peeling out. She especially frowned at Castellano who loaded into a car with Kid Cap. Tulio seemed too frazzled by something else to much care enough to attack the mafioso. Which really piqued the African cat woman's interest. Who did Tulio care for enough that he wouldn't even attempt to harass enemy number one for such actions? She would investigate later.

Not really.

She didn't care.

Instead of loading up into one of the remaining cars, she took her sweet time jogging back to the mansion. She also took her sweet time scouring every corner of the home for anything that they might need later or things that they probably wouldn't need, but didn't need enemies to find. Like Danger. Cat had probably forgotten all about the fact that Danger was an actual person-thing. But Zee collected her as she collected all of the school's information onto one of Lina's devices before giving everything a good charge of lighting.

She had everything she needed and it wasn't much, but it was all loaded into the Black Beauty – She renamed the jet and felt she had the right to since she was pretty much the only one who flew it. She was soon taking to the skies and on her way to New Orleans. She would be the first one there, of course. Even if she did leave an hour and a half after everyone else. Remy's house wasn't that hard to find after she left the jet in the warehouse where Remy kept his trove of stolen goods. It was a mere twenty blocks away, so she hoofed it the rest of the way. She greeted Remy with a “hey” before ditching him for the backyard where she found a nice pecan tree with a few low branches.

The sun would be coming up in about five hours and the others would start arriving. She didn't bother with a bath because she was too exhausted. So, she simply took perch on a low branch instead and curled her tail around her body and passed out. What woke her was the snap of a twig causing her ears to jerk up and her body to stiffen. Her eyes shot open and she gingerly sniffed the air. Oh. It was just Anastasia. She gave a nod to her in-law before heading past her, not speaking a word. She was on good terms with Ana and all of her other in-laws. They held an air of regality that was much like her own. They knew what they wanted and they never slacked off. And their family values were enviable. They stuck together.

Sure, many of them were terrorists. But they only wanted what was best for mutants. Sighing, she simply made her way around to the front of the house where she assumed everyone was to be arriving soon. She watched as few people passed by her. There weren't many – Maybe twenty or twenty one of them that left Xavier's. She sighed and ambled her way past Lina and Tulio lacking her usual grace and poise. She normally carried the air of a predator and a princess rolled into one. Now she just looked...defeated. She sidled up next to Remy, both of them silent as they watched everyone slowly arrive. Zalika herself was doing a head count. Erik was missing...Joe and Tommy were missing...Markus was missing...

She frowned deeply until she heard a call for help from the house. Remy seemed to know what was on her mind and gave a light smile. “You go on 'head and see what dey need, cherie. Ah'll keep watch for the others.” He was concerned as she was, though mostly for his son...Julio hadn't shown up yet and he could be a bit reckless sometimes and he wasn't previously exposed firsthand to the harsh ways of some humans. Zalika gave a silent nod and turned to head back up towards the house, trying to be quick but not really trying too hard.

That is until she saw her husband kneeling on the ground and as covered in blood as she was.

She was quicker then and was soon at his side, kneeling next to he and the Empath. She was gentle as she took his face into her hands and turned it towards her own. “My liefde, wat het met jou gebeur? Is jy orraait? Het jy sien Markus? Praat asseblief met my.” Her thick African accent rolled from her tongue smoothly as she spoke in her native tongue in a much more gentle tone than she had ever used with anyone. But, that was generally her tone when she spoke to her husband anyways. It still never failed to surprise most students that she was capable of such gentility.

She pushed back some of her snow white hair that was tinted red with dried blood, trying her best to get him to lock eyes with her and establish that he was at least some form of okay. Her ears were a tad drooping and her tail had curled around her leg as it did when she was anxious.




OOC: Translation - My love, what has happened to you? Are you alright? Did you see Markus? Please speak to me.


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Fen wasn't quite sure what was happening, all he knew was that he was afraid. There had been a commotion, Something to do with Orfelina and he was no longer holding Julio's hand. It was times like these when Fen's animal instincts overrode his human and it was either fight or flight. So the boy ran. He could hear what he thought was gunfire, people screaming and crying. He could smell smoke, gunpowder and blood and it terrified him. Beginning to hyperventilate he ran for the freedom of outdoors, an unwise move as people who fled were being mowed down by a hail of bullets. He could hear the announcements coming through but he couldn't listen. Terror had taken hold of him.

Before he could reach the door he found himself cornered by men with guns, men who were enjoying themselves. The werewolf could smell their sick happiness all over them and wasn't surprised when they shot him. Taking a few rounds to the torso would generally incapacitate most people, lucky for Fen he wasn't most people. His wounds began to heal themselves as his body began to push the bullets out of his body. Covered in his own blood he merely looked at them silently as they raised their guns yet again. The only difference was instead of a skinny scared boy standing in front of them there was a nine foot werewolf coming right at them.

In a panic the group of men unloaded on Fen but it was as if their bullets were pebbles, bouncing off of his thick hide and ricocheting back at them. Before the men could turn to run or contemplate what was happening Fen was upon them. He'd let the wolf take control and the wolf wanted these men dead, they were just like all the rest. All they wanted to do was to hurt anyone who was different and they didn't even have the decency to be ashamed. After ripping out the last man's throat Fen howled wildly and made for the outdoors where once again bullets didn't matter. The giant savage wolf tore through the ranks of men, ripping, shredding and devouring anyone who he saw as an enemy. He'd nearly killed Anastasia McCoy, lucky for her his sense of smell was uncanny.

When he finally came back to his senses and the red receded from his vision he sniffed out the rest of the survivors. Still in his lupine form, he listened alertly, capable of understanding even while transformed and licked the few, rapidly healing wounds he'd acquired. Fen was glad to see that most of his friends had made it, he had no idea where Julio was but Fen knew that the younger boy was powerful in his own right and could take care of himself.

Shifting back into his human form, he hastily grabbed a pair of pants and jumped into the vehicle driven by Masquerade. Covered in blood, frightened and sick at what had happened he barely remembered the trip to Louisiana. This may or may not have anything to do with the fact that Adelaide was also a passenger in the vehicle and may or may not have tampered with his emotions to give herself some peace.

As soon as they arrived the occupants of the jeep went their separate way. Ana inside, Addie the porch and Fen went in search of Julio. Instead he found Ulric sitting alone in a car. Fen was aware that Julio was great friends with Ulric and when Fen couldn't find his friend he was usually somewhere around Ulric.

Knocking gently on the window that separated the two men, Fen asked the blond man. "Have you seen Julio. He might be lost." Straightening himself he stepped back from the car and looked around, inhaling the air and wishing he hadn't been such a coward. He should have stayed with his friends and protected them. Instead he'd just become a dumb animal again just like he always did.

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As Eric sat there dazed and confused, he felt like something was happening. He wasn't sure what, but he felt like some outside force was influencing his body. He could barely hear something, it sounded very distant. It took him a couple of hours....or maybe seconds.....what was the difference between the two, again? Anyway, he realized that the force was someone trying to talk to him. His eyes focused on a very sweet looking young girl, you couldn't be more than 16 or 17 years old. He recognized her. He had immediately detected her French accent, and the next words that came out of his mouth responded to it.

"Oh, vous êtes Adelaide, non? Id vous savez qu'il ya une chanson avec votre nom chanté par Frank Sinatra? Vous devriez l'écouter." he said rather hazily to her.

It was only a matter of moments until he heard another voice that he recognized right away. It was his wife. So she was here too? That was fantastic, he was so relieved!

.....Why was he relieved? Why wouldn't she be safe? And what the hell is that constant ringing noise!?!?

When she spoke to him, his mind immediately transferred to Afrikaans. "Daar is jy, my liefde.....Ek het julle vandag hoe baie ek lief vir jou? Want ek doen, so baie..." His voice trailed stopped. Then moments later, a large burst of what would feel like hot wind shot off from him, enough to blow both girls hair wild.

Small dings and pings could be heard hitting the ground as what looked like mashed shells, needles and shrapnel fell from his person. He immediately turned away from both women and vomited. Memories of the nights events suddenly flashed back into his mind and it was too much for him. He was just glad he was wearing this helmet so Adelaide wouldn't be able to feel what he was.

After a few moments of breathing and spitting, he turned back to both of them. "I'm fine, I'm fine. None of the blood is mine. It's...." He glanced over t Adelaide, remembering her question. "It's the blood of the Purifiers, that's what Stryker is calling his group. I think......I think I stormed one of their bases....and... He looked down at himself and released the banners in his hands. Their bloodstained banners went flying into the wind. He felt a little sick. Hell, he felt dirty and wrong, not just because of the blood, but a deeper feeling. He hadn't killed in self defense.......he had killed in vengeance.

He turned and vomited once again. "The kids......they killed the kids. All of them. 3rd through 7th. Malik, Jordan, Nyxy, Maria, Jean-Luc.......Katelyn. All of them...it happened inches away from me. I couldn't stop it. As he spoke, his voice sound deep and tired and hoarse, but no tears formed and his voice did not waiver.

He was tired, he couldn't talk any more. He looked at his wife sympathetically. "Katjie, my legs don't seem to be working correctly.....would you mind" He asked as he grabbed her hand in his.


(OOC: French:Oh, you're Adelaide, right? Id you know there is a song with your name sung by Frank Sinatra? You should listen to it. Afrikaans: There you are, my love.....have I told you today how much I love you? Because I do, so very much.../ Kitten)

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The gentle sound of rapping against the window beside his head manages to snap Ulric, to some degree, out of his sulking, and his head jerks up quickly to look at the person responsible for the tapping. Of course, he knew who it was without looking, able to feel the familiar mind of Fen before the young man had even made a noise, but his telepathic sensitivities are kind of pushed to the back of his mind at the moment. It occurs to him, looking at the boy, how utterly useless he is being at the moment. After all, plenty still require healing, as the group had left before he could see to everyone, and yet here he is, the school doctor, just sitting in a van with his head in his hands. Having a small crisis won't help anyone, idiot, he tells himself rather harshly, but it seems to be somewhat effective, giving him a justification to push back thoughts of what has transpired, at least temporarily, and focus only on the current situation. It will be good for him to make himself busy, anyway, and there is probably plenty for him to do at the moment, given the state of the team.

The doctor rolls down the window to better catch Fen's words, which are a simple inquiry after the location of Julio. The two, Julio and Fen, seem to be very good friends, from what Ulric has seen, and he is glad for this, because it should make transitioning easier for Fen. "No, I haven't, I'm sorry," Ulric responds regretfully, opening the car door and stepping out into the fresh air, only then realizing how stuffy and overheated it had been in the car. It's still rather hot outside, of course, and his long-sleeved, button-up shirt doesn't help, but there is the slightest of breezes, and it is very refreshing to him- a literal breath of fresh air. "I can help you look-" his words go unfinished as he hears a shout in the distance, bringing attention to a need for help. It comes from Adelaide, a young empath, who is standing besides a kneeling Eric. Zee is soon by his side as well, and Ulric pushes up the sleeves of his shirt, looking over at Fen apologetically.

"Actually, sorry, I'll have to help look for him later, I think. There are people I need to see to. I'm sure you'll find him, though," he tries to comfort the boy, certain that Julio made it out of the attack alive, before sprinting over towards Zee, Adelaide, and Eric. He is at their sides in seconds, noticing the thick layer of blood on Eric and immediately thinking of that which stains his own before taking off his dress shirt and dropping it in disgust, leaving a plain undershirt on, as it lacks the same signs of filth.

"Are you okay? Let me examine you," this is less of a request and more of an instruction, because even with the every-intimidating Zee right there, Ulric is the doctor in this group, and when someone needs his aid, he is the one in charge, and isn't afraid of slight hostilities. This is why he seems to lack the normal qualms he would have with interrupting the group."Is it your leg?" Ulric reaches over and presses his hand against Eric's legs to assess the damage, seeing as they seem to have failed him for the moment. While part of his mind focuses on examining Eric's injuries, the other remembers that George had required medical assistance when they left, and that this probably hasn't changed yet.

"Have you seen George?" he asks.

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Caelan showed no signs of clemency on the battlefield. It wasn't in his nature. He was three times as barbarous as everyone else put together, growing empowered (literally) from the death all around him. He got a rush of adrenaline with each life taken and twice the adrenaline when he took a life with his own hands. The astonishment showed in the faces of his adversaries as he would command the cadavers around him to rise and fight for the mutants. Eyes were wide in incredulity as comrades missing heads and limbs would open gunfire upon them. Somewhere along the battlefield his shirt had been torn off. How movie cliché is that? It didn't bother him, though. Though, what did bother him was when his dog tags were yanked from around his neck. That pushed him over the edge and he went completely berserk, quite literally rending apart those that stood before him.

He turned his head at one point, catching sight of his sister falling quickly to the ground. Dropping like a brick. He was running towards her in an instant, registering Tulio destroying the man that had killed his sister. Before he arrived at her side, he skidded to a halt and watched as she slowly began to rise. As Tulio tended to her, he could feel a bullet drill into the side of his own head and he fell. For only a minute he blacked out, but he was soon back on his feet and pulling a heart out of a man. Deadman was an absolute savage when in battle and he never held back. He was now rushing on adrenaline, rage, the will to survive, and the energy from the death all around him. But it was soon all over and he was standing with taut muscles, sweating and covered in blood. The only thing he had noticed on the battlefield was his sister – She had gone into a savage rage that was trademark Howlett. He was proud of her, but he would have to question her later about a suspicion that he had for a while now. But right now wasn't the best time.

Instead, he made his way inside with the others and could feel the rage build in him all over again. There were a few dead bodies of both mutants and Stryker's soldiers littering the foyer and he could smell the death coming from other areas of the house. A small child piped up and explained slowly and tearfully that while they waited for the X-Men to come back and aid them, many had run out the back of the house and hadn't been heard from. Only a few minutes later did the enemies burst in through windows and doors. Few of them hid while the others either fought or ran. Some were killed. Others were captured. Others managed to get away. Caelan opened his arms for an eight year old boy and his twin sister as they rushed to him in tears. He shushed them lightly and soothingly, picking them up and hoisting them onto his shoulders. It was then that he watched, unable to process what was happening, as Thomas Castellano moved quickly and kissed Cataleia with passion that made him want to retch.

He could not bring himself to so much as look at Cataleia as everyone headed out to the garage to load up everyone for the trip to New Orleans. He put Skylar and Sophia in the vehicle with Ulric and Alex, taking his bike. With his current rage build up, he didn't want to risk hurting them if he swerved off road, nor did he want them to see him if he had to pull over and pulverize something. Which he did a few times. His knuckles were white as he rode on, gripping the handlebars as tightly as he possibly could. Had his sister, Alex, Tony, and his father not built a sturdier bike the handlebars would have broken. He had no need to stop at all – His bike was self-powered by some shit that his sister, Alex, and Tony had tried to explain to him but he couldn't keep up with. The scene kept playing over in his mind and he only grew angrier and angrier with each passing moment.




Upon arrival to Remy's house, Caelan saw just how few there were. He looked to the ground and saw the bloody footprints that tracked towards the house through the dirt and grass. Remy was relaxing nearby a tree while beyond him Caelan could see Zalika and Adelaide kneeling before a bloodied Erik Junior. Off to the side he could see Fen tapping on Ulric's window asking about Julio. That worried him a bit – Julio had never been put in a battle situation other than the Danger Room simulations. Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, he turned off his bike and parked it. Running his fingers through his hair, he trudged across the lawn He paused by Zee, Junior, and Adelaide. “You three should get inside – I'll go see if I can round up a couple of medics and have everyone taken care of.” He placed a hand on Zee and Adelaide's shoulders for a few moments, giving them both a reassuring squeeze before turning to head inside. He was greeted by Skylar and Sophia who tackled him with all their might. He didn't budge but he did give a weak smile, feigning elation. He picked them both up once more and made his way into the living room where about seven new faces sat. “You two go wash up and get some sleep. I'll do the same and we can grab some dinner later, alright?” He kissed them both on their forehead and sat them down, sending them off up the stairs.

He wasn't far behind them, only pausing to stand before those in the living room area. Or what he assumed was the living room. “Any of you healers or just regular medics?” He knew Skylar could heal, but he was young and untrained. He didn't want to risk something backfiring. It was then that George walked in through the door. “He's outside. Looks a bit shaken up, so you might want to give him a few moments to collect himself.” Ulric's pacifist nature wasn't the world's biggest secret, so the necromancer could only assume that he wasn't feeling too well after being surrounded by so much death and possibly bringing some death of his own. The man needed a bit of space.

He then turned his attention to a young woman that had stood with a raised hand. He recognized her faintly as a mute. So, he didn't really know her name. He gave a nod cleared his throat. “Everyone needs to get some rest and wash up before we have dinner. But wash up first. Also, since you are a healer, I need to ask that you go to Doctor Ulric and Doctor Lensherr – The female one - and the three of you please check on everyone and treat the injured from the most serious to the least. Please.” He spoke softly and ran his fingers through his hair. The woman gave a nod and made her way past both he and George quickly to do what was asked of her.

Caelan could only give George a pat on his shoulder before heading upstairs behind the others. He simply wandered the halls before picking a room, closing and locking the door behind him. Lo and behold, who would he find lying in the bed? None other but Cataleia-Bibiana. It was then that he had noticed that he hadn't seen Joe or Thomas since arriving at Gambit's...And they were the first to leave Xavier's. He worried a bit about Joe, but he couldn't honestly say that he would give a damn if Tommy didn't show up at all. Ever. He wanted to be mad at Cat. He really did. But with everything, he couldn't. Even the first time Tommy had stolen her from him didn't make him mad at her – It made him mad at the mafioso. It displeased him to see Cataleia in pain – And while he couldn't blame the physical injuries on Tommy, he could certainly blame him for the emotional pain.

“Kit-Cat. Hey.” He shook her gently, speaking in a firm yet gentle tone. She stirred a bit under the blankets and sheets atop her before blinking rapidly, slowly gathering herself to wake up. As her brown eyes opened she was accosted by the sight of Caelan. He didn't look as mad as she thought he would. His strong features were pulled into an expression of concern and she soon felt his rough hands brushing against her face and she closed her eyes once more, tilting her head into his now-open palm. “I'm so sorry.” Her voice was flaccid as a single tear rolled down her face that he quickly wiped away with his thumb while shushing her.

“We'll talk about it later. Right now, we should shower. We're fucking filthy.” He gave a light and charming smile before picking up his smiling lover out of bed, carrying her to the bathroom attached to the room. What happened within...Well. The sounds coming from within would suggest that they were kissing, making love, and making up.