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|Date of Scene=2020/11/22
|Date of Scene=2020/12/03
|Location=Westchester County - Melrose Clinic
|Location=Westchester County - Melrose Clinic
|Synopsis=X-men and Metaforce wage an epic battle over the mutant 'Cure'.
|Synopsis=X-men and Metaforce wage an epic battle over the mutant 'Cure'.

Latest revision as of 20:01, 4 December 2020

The Cure: Neutro-X
Date of Scene: 03 December 2020
Location: Westchester County - Melrose Clinic
Synopsis: X-men and Metaforce wage an epic battle over the mutant 'Cure'.
Cast of Characters: Pixie, Archangel, Wolverine, Cyclops, Storm, Phoenix, Beast
Tinyplot: Mutant Cure


Pixie has posed:
There have been hushed murmurings for a long time now..Nervous whispers, wary chatter among the mutant community. And finally it's here: The so-called Mutant Cure, 'Neutro-X.' And depending on who you talked to, it was either a miracle, or the beginning of the end.

Naturally this had torn the mutant community into two opposing groups, and from the looks of it, things were not gonna end peacefully.

Ground Zero was just outside a certain mutant research laboratory, a plain white building that looked surprisingly unassuming and harmless. But as we all know, looks can be deceiving. There are security guards here, doing their best to keep order in the long and growing line outside the clinic, and it's quite the line, made up of mostly mutants with a variety of debilitating mutations. One has an extremely enlarged head, one is super tiny..Another's body is covered in slime while another looks like a living skeleton and so on..

On the other side of the street is another long line of mutants, some of them yelling, some carrying signs that say things like, "Mutants don't need fixing!" and "No muzzles for mutants!" there have been no outbreaks of violence yet..But things are getting pretty heated.

It is here where Pixie teleports the team, bringing them in in a nearby spot, safe from both warring sides but with a clear view of everything. A recent Metaforce prisoner had tipped them off on Metaforces next target and this is the place. She straightens her dress, glancing around, "Soo, what now?"

Archangel has posed:
Archangel shakes a bit after arriving on scene thanks to Pixie's teleport. "Hate teleporting...prefer to fly." Warren says under his breath, and scans the scene. Flexing his wings a bit to get ready to go air borne when it was necessary. However, for right now, he stayed with the team.

"Looks like lots of emotions coming into play." That was after nodding towards the mutants arguing against this "fixing" as some of they say. "I can tell that this is going to boil over unless something is done. Are we here to be peace keepers or peace makers?"

Wolverine has posed:
"Huh."

Never the X-Men's most gifted conversationalist, Wolverine appears with Pixie in a shimmer of pink light. It actually goes surprisingly well with his bright yellow and blue uniform. Too bad he's not wearing that.

Instead, Logan is once more wearing the Wal-Mart special that is basically his Secondary Uniform. Denim, boots, wifebeater shirt, with an old brown grandpa jacket thrown over it (with the fur-lined collar, obviously).



Having none of the normal queasiness that would have accompanied a Nightcrawler teleport of any significant distance, Wolverine gets immediately into a Combat Crouch and takes up a defensive position at the front of the formation. Taking the first few hits has long been part of his job description, and occasionally he even gets to give a few hits back.

"Well hell, Half-Pint... this ain't a bad spot. I'da rather been a little closer to the lab though. All I can smell out here is Protestor BO and... Pixie Dust."

He takes a deep breath, and then spits on the ground in front of him. Possibly to get the taste of teleportation out of his mouth, or possibly just because he's gross.

Cyclops has posed:
<< We keep things frosty for now and we limit communication to Jean's telepathy. >>

Scott's voice enters everyone's mind as they link up. He's wearing traditional clothes of jeans and a solid black t-shirt wtih a ballcap upon his head. Along with the red raybans, he just looks like a normal guy.

<< If Metaforce shows up, our job is to subdue them quickly with as little damage as possible. We don't need this to be a 'thing' that the news takes off with about dangerous mutants. So, no fatal stabbing if possible, Logan. Not unless it's a life or death situation. We target their teleporter first. >>

As he folds his arms over hsi chest, he watches the lines form on either side, pressing his lips together. He takes in a deep breath, then glances over to his teammates.

<< This is a hard decision I think for anyone. Not all mutants were born to be X-Men, or be able to slip in and out of society. My big fear is a 'cure' like this will be weaponized. >>

Storm has posed:
    Storm stood in fsubdued clothing, jeans and a sweater against the cold that does not effect her and yet still looked every inch of the Wind Rider. Pale blue eyes looked at both groups and her heart ached for them. She understood the appeal of being free of that which set them apart. Not all mutations were easy to live with. Hers being one of them, should she ever lose her tightly held control.

    Glancing to Warren at his muttered comment and smiling warmly. While she agreed with Archangel, she did not voice it. Nodding to Pixie for a moment, <<Now we wait. The protests are peaceful and those chosing to seek this Cure are being allowed to.>> Ro turned to Scott for a moment.

    <<It would depend on administration of the Cure. If it's an injection, then it could become problematic. Even the best of us are not immune to a dart from long range.>> Turning her attention back to two sides.

    <<Do you wish for me to mingle among those seeking the Cure or opposing it?>>

Phoenix has posed:
There's a woman sitting across the street. Maybe she's waiting for a bus or an Uber or killing time before an appointment with her face often downturned to a phone screen. She's got shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes, jeans over black hiking-like boots, and a tan corduroy jacket with sherpa around the collar. No one even seems to be paying her any mind and seem to be walking around her without being aware of it. She's bland, average, just like any number of the other people.

Except she's not. Jean knows she'd be fairly recognizable to the locals with having lived in the area the bulk of her life and making frequent trips into town. She's also the face of the school just a few miles away. Obscurity was necessary, so a disguise and stillness set the stage with her powers subconsciously redirecting any attention paid towards her towards more interesting targets nearby. To her teammates, however, she's a quiet presence in the backs of their mind linking them all in silent communication. She's been here for a few hours now in patient reconnaissance, feeding back what she saw and heard to those listening. Patient on the outside, at least. Inside, she'd been a stage under simmer and flickering between a glow of deep red and a haze of dismayed grey. She's angry, she's sad, and she's a lot of complicated in between.

<< I feel for them, I do. But this isn't the way. So far nothing unexpected has happened, but things are coming to a head. Tempers will burst as soon as someone throws the first stone. >>

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn bites her lip and nods, dressed in a simple black mini dress and denim jacket. "Though, to be honest, I think mutants should have a right to choose, as long as it remains voluntary. The only time it becomes a problem is when it's forced on them..Maybe it'll stay this way..?"

Well, one can always hope, but in this day and age, you never know. Still, Megan narrows her eyes, peering into the crowds, flexing her wings to get ready to take flight if need be.

And she continues to keep an eye out for anything unusual..A group of four people, teenagers, are the most recent addition to the crowd of protesters, although they're not carrying fences and yelling. They're just looking around, moving around the edge of the crowd, as if searching for someone.

"Heey wait a minute, those four..I've seen them before, they were causing trouble in mutant town, attacking humans.." she frowns, "Looked like they wanted to follow Metaforce.." Even as she speaks, one of the teens, a tall, athletic red headed big steps towards the clinic and sends a plume of flames towards the alley on the side of the building. It's not very destructive, but it's certainly distracting, drawing the attention of most people. Some frightened mutants on both sides flee, while security tries to keep order.

And while that happens and attention is that way, there is an explosion coming from inside along with cries for help.

Archangel has posed:
Warren aka Archangel nods at the telepathic signls from Scott and Jean, taking an extra second to look at Jean over where she was. <<Agreed.>> He felt for them too, but that was not why they were there. Okay then. Scott had the lead of course.

Tucking his wings back inside his custom designed over coat, Warren pushes his dark sunglasses higher on his nose, to hide his eyes. Dark jeans, fancy collared shirt, and tactical boots that were, somehow, also designer boots. He topped off his look with a Metropolis Mammoths hat.

"Well, Pixie, choice is important. This, however, is no choice." Warren clenches his fists as Megan points out the four familiar figures. "There it is!" Warren's voice says, in a hushed whisper before realising he should have "tele cast" that through the link. "Ready to go."

Wolverine has posed:
"I may be a little slow in the uptake, but I'm a little confused why we ain't already shut this operation down hard."

From his position up front, Logan sniffs the air while speaking through gritted teeth, as is his custom.

He seems to find the scent that he was looking for, though it appears to be a pretty nondescript woman. You can't fool the nose though.

Issuing threats and arguing with the rest of the team in a gravelly voice is the other thing he does besides always taking the first few hits.

"Way I see it, these dweebs gotta 'cure' for our existence. Ain't no way that only gets used for the poor crippleheads that got born with their eyeballs on their nutsack. This here's a THREAT to our existence!"

Somehow, he manages to avoid popping his claws dramatically, but the coarse hairs on the back of his arms and neck are starting to raise.

"Well maybe 'I' got a cure for THEIR existence. About a foot and a half of Adamantium up their Science Holes."

His claws aren't that long.

"Or... some gurrnades... CRIPES!"

As the explosion goes off, Logan takes a step back and looks around wildly. He notes the ones that Megan pointed out, but seems mostly interested in helping whoever is blowing up the facility to finish the job.

Who knows? Maybe he'll get his chance.

Cyclops has posed:
<< Use telepathy, Pixie. >>

Scott's voice ripples across the team's as he presses his lips together tightly at the sound of explosions within the building.

<< Angel, Phoenix, Storm. You take the troublemakers that Pixie just pointed out. Do it quickly. Pixie, you are teleporting myself and Logan in that building now. If Metaforce is in there, we need to stop them before they start killing people. Soon as you subdue them, join us. I'm sure we'll have an entrance for you. >>

Giving a firm nod of his head, he turns to Pixie and clears his throat, stepping in closer to Logan.

<< Let's do this. >>

Storm has posed:
    She took a step forward in time for the teen to loose a gout of flames. Her eyes suddenly blazing in harsh white light as she holds out her hands and...nothing happens. Not immediately, yet those fine tuned to things like the weather would feel the barometer spike. After a few seconds? Humidity swamps the area, oversaturating the air with moisture enough that it's soaking through people's clothes.

    <<Fire will dampen and refuse to spread in this.>> Storm holds out a hand and a shimmering bubble forms around the red head. His flames guttering as she begins pulling oxygen from the bubble. Not enough to be dangerous, but enough that fire doesn't have fuel enough to burn. And the kid will end up winded far, far quicker than normal.

Phoenix has posed:
At the sudden eruption of fire and explosions, Jean gives a bitter hiss, "Shit!" Someone on their phone next to Jean nearby drops it in a startled jerk and a double-take in her direction at the sudden noise from someone they hadn't realized was there as the upswing in her anger distracts Jean from keeping her focus.

<< Understood. I'll try and shut them down. >> She gets up from where she was sitting and starts moving towards the group of hooligans. One hand goes out towards the next target alongside the redhead Storm is already tending to. Outside of a glow of rose-hued light around her hand, the psychic impact isn't visible, but inwardly she works at stifling the emotions and thoughts of her target. As the brain's thoughts and feeling still before going to sleep, so too does she do the same to the teenager. For now, she only targets one. It's delicate work mussing with the brain, and she's got a lot of power. She wouldn't forgive herself for accidentally getting too heavy handed and causing harm.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn glances around nervously, realizing this may have been planned..<<Potential recruits..?>> she shivers at the thought. They could have their pick of the litter here, and Megs has already seen those four in action. <<Alright..Those teens are tough but not unbeatable, earth, wind, fire, water, elemental powers..>>

And with that explosion and no Metaforce, they must be inside. She nods again to Cyclops, and once he and Logan are near enough she raises her arms. "Sihal Novarum Chinoth!" In a flash they are gone, greeted by people running panicked within, fire coming out of the walls and explosions everywhere. It's not a huge complex but big enough with two levels. Screams are focused on the upper level.

Meanwhile, Fireboy continues to blast plumes of flames around outside, chasing away security...At least until the bubble forms around his head. Eyes widen in panick, flailing as his flames quickly dissipate. Meanwhile two younger kids, a twin boy and girl step forward, holding hands and transforming into a giant 8 ft tall creature of solid rock. Each of their heavy steps sending a shudder through the ground. People outside start to scream and scatter. "Earth tremor! Ahhh!"

Archangel has posed:
<<Already on it Scott.>> Archangel smiles as he releases his wings once more. <<Goin up!>> With a flick of his will, Archangel was in the air, moving at speeds that were fast, but not crazy fast. It always hit him how exhilirating it was to fly, to feel the wind on your face, to kiss the sky. Well, maybe he should have sent that through the telepathic link...

<<I'll get a top side view here, Jean while Scott and Logan are inside.>> Maneuvering closer and getting his blades tipped in a very sleepy poison ready to fly, Archangel sends through the link, <<"Who wants the Pyro?>> A pause as Storm takes the red head. <<I'll take...>>

With Jean getting involved, Archangel watches the results, and unleashes his blades towards the targets unaffected, non lethal...for now. Not sure if they will work against the 8 ft tall rock creature, but perhaps on the fourth mutant?

Wolverine has posed:
Virtually every time that Logan wears his old grandpa jacket, he ends up being grateful he did. But this time it's really a mixed bag. The jacket isn't really protecting from the moisture so much as just... holding it all in.

Great.

The only one who hasn't been using the team's telepathy channel to voice his objections, Logan still has been picking up the conversation. And finally, he gets on board with the operation.

<<Fine by me. Soggy out here anyways. Can't smell shit.>>

He's looking at you, Storm. And now everyone is going to have to teleport back home with someone who smells like wet dog.

<<Matter of fact, I...>>

He doesn't get to finish the telepathic sentence before he's yanked away inside the building.

"CRIPES!"

A flurry of activity surrounds them, and Logan is nearly knocked over by a guy who was running that direction right before they teleported in his way.

"Guess we're done being sneaky, eh bub?"

Cyclops has posed:
<< Yeah, we're done being sneaky. Pixie, use your powers to calm everyone down so they can get out of here in an orderly fashion. Logan, use your nose and sniff them out. Keep your eyes peeled. >>

Scott moves forward through the chaos, holding his hand up to his glasses to keep them steady. They are wrap around the head types, but they should stay secure. The first thing he'll do is find a fire extinguisher so he can try and put out some of the flames as they go, at least those he can dampen.

As he spies one of the emergency exits, he lifts his glasses up as a wide arc of red lasers blast free and rips through the wall, exposing the outside world and to let the smoke travel outwards. It also serves as an escape for any of the scared humans.

"Get out of here!" He calls out, pointing to the large hole.

Phoenix has posed:
Bless the kid, they really do try and put up a struggle and takes several steps to try and join in the action. But they're junior lightweights in a professional heavyweight tag team match, and this kid drew the attention of Jean. They get to two and a half steps before they just sink bonelessly to the concrete like the last leaf of fall. Jean's still feeling magnanimous - she doesn't let the kid land face first and even glides them back and out of the way of the action.

She turns her attention then towards the rocky Wonder Twins with a darkening frown. Her outstretched hand turns to the golem to do the same trick but finds two minds instead of one. Gritting her teeth, she squares her step and prepares while Archangel flings his blades. Even if they don't do much harm, they may distract. It's that window she seeks to drop her mind into the mix and shut down the connection of one twin to the other and disrupt their joined power.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn nods, trailing in the back and focuses on the panicked people, running in a confused pattern every which way. "Okaay, here goes!" she spreads her wings, thankful that the ceilings are fairly high, and starts to sprinkle as many people as she can with soothing fairy dust..Which sends most of them to some relaxing fantasy world perhaps, full of unicorns and flower fields and waterfalls, judging by the relaxed looks on their faces.

When Cyclops blasts a hole in the wall, most civilians find their way out, moving in a more organized line by now. Who knows, perhaps to them it looks like a rainbow arch! Megan continues further in, focusing on subduing more civilians, with only a few stragglers here and there.

Fireboy grits his teeth, finding it increasingly harder to maintain his fire within the water bubble, although he does try valiantly, sending one final strong plume of fire towards Storm before collapsing completely. Jean has little trouble subduing his blue haired friend, although he struggles just a bit before he too falls asleep. And as those wing blades come flying towards the remaining teens, another girl with green hair steps forward, bringing up her arms to send a powerful gust of wind at those blades, attempting to redirect most of them back to their sender.

Which leaves the golem twins to struggle against Jean's mind-separating tactic, which causes them to struggle to stay together. The earth shaking weakens quite a bit as a result, although they seem to have fairly powerful minds that don't separate quite as quickly as perhaps hoped. This may take a bit of time..

Archangel has posed:
Pulling up and hovering after unleashing his blades, Archangel does what he was best at. Taking an "eagle eye" view of what was happening below, and providing that intel to Jean so she can spread it around. <<These aren't the big guns team. These are lightweights. I think Scott, Logan and Pixie may be heading into a trap.>>

Maneuvering slowly around the battlefield, he raises his wings, and deflects his own blades. <<A little assist.>> Ensuring no one is in any further danger, Archangel adds, <<I'll stay up here, keep an eye on things, and report if anything comes up.>> Archangel moves faster now, mostly to prevent any attacks from the ground "accidentally" hitting him.

Wolverine has posed:
Taking care to avoid doing too much sniffing until he gets clear of Pixie, Logan wordlessly gets to his assigned task. Shouldn't be too hard to find what he's looking for, the place isn't that big.

"Watch it, chuckles!" Logan shoves one of the fleeing humans out of his way, right before the guy runs straight into him. Rude, maybe, but he probably did the favor. Running into Logan is usually uncomfortable for everyone involved.

<<Smells like it's this way, stinks kinda like rotten cabbage and Isavuconazonium Sulfate...>>

Somewhere, Hank must be proud.

<<Just so's we're clear though, what're we gonna do when we find 'em? You know what my vote is...>>

Cyclops has posed:
<< That's exactly why the three of you are out there. You are /our/ big guns. >>

And obviously, team Scott is the decoy. That and Logan is pretty much immortal. Sorry, Megan. We'll honor you at your funeral before your sure to be ressurection.

As they continue to move through the building, Scott will pop a hole or two into the wall to help more people escape and to ensure the smoke is being released. As he follows after Logan, his brows are furrowed behind his goggles.

<< You do what you do best. >>

Phoenix has posed:
The wordless acknowledgement from Jean to Warren is reflexive and at ease as they fall into old and well-practiced operating patterns.

<<Warren's right. They may not be involved at all, just angry kids. Ro and I will handle these kids and get them secure then we'll be in to meet you. Stay *together*. >> There's an emphasis there at the end. She doesn't enlighten as to who that's directed towards, but everyone likely knows anyway. The name starts with an L but usually ends in swearing.

She returns her focus on the two remaining mutants outside, though the golem is two-in-one. "Sorry kids, this is gonna hurt." She whispers to herself before she brings the brunt of her power to focus on the rocky twins. The force of her power is like a guillotine, but the blade of steel is instead a line of white-hot flame in their minds to come between them and sever the connection between them. It's a precision strike as clean and swift as a surgeon's scalpel, intending to divide them as neatly and quickly as possible.

Storm has posed:
    Storm held onto the bubble of atmosphere that she was draining oxygen from. Once the fire starter dropped, she walked over and checked his pulse to make sure he was still breathing. Turning to look at the rock giant that Jean was working over and nodding her head. Taking the boy's wrist and dragging him over to his sleeping companion, relative safety.

    She turned her attention skyward to Warren and this girl who manipulates the wind. She couldn't use the wind, else she would just give the girl ammunition. Instead, she holds up her hands. "We shall see who is the better." <<Warren, do not fly close to her.>> The warning sent as she creates a void of wind around the girl. Eyes closing as she focuses on keeping every scrap of wind force redirected. Like being in a tomb where the air hasn't shifted in centuries. Breathing slowly and calmly for the effort.

Beast has posed:
On high, much highe rthan anyone else, and unseen by anyone, is a marvel of modern technology. The X-Dove, hovering silently and cloaked three ways froim sunday, keeps station on the clinic and inside, in the pilot's seat.. Doctor Hank McCoy sits, watching the screens around him as advanced sensors feed him multitudes information.. Listening to his team mates yet unusually quiet himself..

Because this matter, this protest, this DEBATE has hauinted him ever since that fateful day he was outed back in college, playing football AND interning for Brandt in the corporate sponsered lab, and he tried to cure himself.. and became the animal, The /beast/ he is today.

He can understand both sides, really.. They are a species, and to have something taken freom them, making them somewhow less then they were born is.. reprehensible.

But he also knows that the expression of the X-gene is can be a curse and, in many cases, even debilitating to some mutants.

Like Pixie, he believes in The Choice. But..."

When the attacks on the clinic, and his friends retaliation, commence, Hank sighs and breaks out of his dark thoughts. "Dove, take us down. Coordinates 135 mark 9." he orders. The plane's AI BLEEPS and the invisible vessel lowers itself until it is only 40 geet above the clinic itself.. and the bottem hatch opens.. A square in the sky appears, the only break in the cloak.. and The Beast steps out, dropping that paltry height to the roof.

Wolverine has posed:
Meanwhile... back at the mansion...

Ding!

The toaster's bell is accompanied by the pop of two toaster pastries lifting slightly into the air and then settling back down. Within seconds, a slender hand pulls them from their heat-producing cradle and sets the pastries on an obliging paper plate.

The toaster pastries are blueberry flavored.

The young man walks, paper plate in hand, back to the living room of his very bachelor-y apartment. The coffee table is littered with empty Mountain Dew bottles, but one of them is still half full.

Sitting down on the couch, the young man sprays the tops of the toaster pastries with a nearby can of whipped cream, and then lifts one up to take a big bite.

In front of him, the news station suddenly cuts to the action currently happening in Upstate New York. Looks like those mutants are at it again...

"Dude... that's intense."

He takes a bite of the toaster pastry, and frowns immediately.

"Ow! Hot! Hot!"

Small ice crystals form on his hand, as the Pop-Tart cools back down to a more manageable temperature, and he continues eating his dinner.

"Okay, this is depressing. I get it already, there's a fire."

He presses a button on the remote, and then picks up the controllor to his PS6.

Pixie has posed:
The golem twins are probably their strongest members, but even with their strong minds, they eventually crumble under Phoenix's might. As she slices through their connection, they send out an ear piercing scream if pain..The next moment, they fall to the ground as granite falls around them, two helpless kids, no more than maybe only eight or nine years in age, looking vulnerable without their amalgamation power..

Meanwhile, wind girl turns her attentions on Storm next, but what comes next is certainly unexpected. Her eyes widen as she finds herself in a total dead zone and struggles to draw whatever remaining wind she can from the air - which is just barely enough to soften a weak, shaky landing on the ground. She stumbles a bit from the landing and gasps for air, backing away from storm and her vortex. Trying to escape the dead zone, Windgirl makes one final attempt at attacking Phoenix, Storm and Beast, summoning a whirlwind of scattered bricks and rock, hurling them with a yell at all three xmen.

Meanwhile, inside, the air quickly clears of smoke and fire thanks to more holes blasted in the walls, allowing a rush of fresh air in. More people escape and whoever is left is subdued into more relaxed hallucinogenic visions as Pixie continues to quietly bring up the rear.

Logan's nose leads him up a long narrow staircase that leads to the upper floor with another long hallway lined with more office doors. More plumes of flame and diamond blades are seen sticking out of walls and the floor. More people up here flee but the scent continues nearly to the end of the hall, towards an open door where Dragonlord has about four staff cornered within a wall of flames, while Chrysalis has one doctor pinned to a wall with her blades. "Now now, hand over the 'Cure' so we can destroy it all, and we'll make your suffering quick." Dragonlord demands with an evil smirk.

Wolverine has posed:
For a guy whose mutant power is going off script, Logan is sticking fairly close to it this mission. But appearances can be deceiving, as anyone who has ever tried to pick Logan up can attest.

Literally following his nose, as well as figuratively, Logan makes his way up the staircase and down the hallway. He's going in the opposite direction of most of the panicked people, but they only slow him down a bit. He is, after all, pretty good at shoving.

<<They're up this way... guess it's time for me to go play the big ol' hero again. Must be Thursday.>>

The door is kicked open, and a short but paradoxically imposing Canadian is filling up most of the door frame. He scowls at everyone in the room in equal measure, looking almost indecisive for a second. But at least he's drawn the attention of Dragonlord and Chrysalis.

"Hey Bub... and ma'am..." He nods. Like a scowling gentleman.

"Surprise health inspection. You wouldn't have any dangerous mutant cures layin' around in here, would ya?"

Cyclops has posed:
<< Nice one. >>

Scott compliments Logan for his witty banter before he lifts up the front of his goggles, sending off a roaring blast of optics towards the Firelord in an attempt to blow him through the wall and into the next room.

<< Pixie, teleport the doctor out while they're distracted. You got this. >>

He has confidence in his team as he will let Logan do what he does best. Which is most likley put his claws into something warm and fleshy, followed by a loud scream.

<< We found Metaforce. Follow Jean's coordinates to us. We need to make this quick. Hank, we have the doctors here and Metaforce is trying to gain samples. Make sure you get your hands on it first. If anyone is going to look into this stuff, it'll be you. >>

He's a good guy, really.

Storm has posed:
    "You play with wind like a babe throwing a tantrum." Ro lifts off the ground a few feet, white hair whipping around her and eyes blazing. The whirlwind the girl summoned suddenly intensifies and the bricks and rocks become more centralized before Ro releases it and they fall into a neater pile. Her head falls back as a huge wall of air shifts.

    <<Everyone should hold on.>>

    Fire is a tricky thing and can be as fragile as it can be destructive. It needs a certain balance of oxygen, heat and fuel. The fuel is the building currently on fire and the heat already exists. The world seemed to draw it's breath as Ro builds a massive tidal wave of air above the building.

    Blazing white eyes shift slightly, looking at the girl for a moment before the rush of wind began. It was like holding onto a swing that was going way too fast. Yet, it didn't destroy anything. Nothing knocked over. The Wind Dancer weaved the gusts in a way that they didn't so much as rattle the building but threaded through everything else. The fire smothered by it.

    "Wind dances and we dance with it, child. You need not walk the path you stand on." Holding out her hand to the Windgirl.

Phoenix has posed:
As the golem collapses into the two twins, Jean's face crumples just slightly. They really are just kids. Two kids standing out here in a newly born battle zone, looking hurt and lost. More children fighting in wars. More innocence lost to ignorance. Life crushed under hate. Despite her normal control, her eyes begin to well up. But when tears spills over the edge they rolls down her cheek in a line of liquid flame that burn away the brown contacts to show the incandescent green behind it and wreath her eyes with smoke.

Her sorrow and rage spikes, and she doesn't even look at the flying debris the wind-girl flings her way. She just raises a hand and the one brick that is flying her way vaporizes back down into the dust that it was made from. She leaves the girl to Ro as the winds bow to their queen.

<< Sleep. >> Her voice, edged with a strange ethereal hiss, in the heads of the twins is as pervasive as smoke, weaving through every wrinkle and nerve as her powers make her command a reality. Who are children to resist a will like that?

Beast has posed:
Bricks.. Someone flung a BRICK at Him? And moments after landing on the roof? How RUDE! The blue ball of inhumanly limber fur and muscle twists like he is doing some masterclass 80's breakdance routine, his prehensile foot grabbing the brick that misses him before it can wiz RIGHT by and perhaps hurt some bystander further away.

Setting the brick down, and noting his comrades have much of this under control, he quickly lopes over to the roof access and opens the roof access door open ala-Jessica Jones and then starts working his way down towards the location given.

<< I am on my way, Scott. I'll be there in a minute.>> he assures his friend and then taps at his mastoid bone. "X-Dove, target all fires with AFO cannons.. fire when you deem it safe to do so."

He gets the affirmative CHEEP and above the building the invisible jet remaneuvers, scanning all sources of open fire.. and a hatch opens on the belly of the craft, revealing a three barrel rotary cannon with barrels that are, like, 5 inches across! It locks on to the nearest fire and starts spinning...

THUTTHUTTHUT!

The cannon fires bursts of three softball sized globes, using high air pressure, at each blaze.. and milliseconds before hitting they explode like a water ballon; But instead of a liquid they spread a thick cloud of dry chemical powder formulated to extinguish fires in seconds per hotspot.

Pixie has posed:
Wind girl watches, eyes widened, as Storm expertly diffuses her attack and neatly piles the bricks atop each other, then so deftly eaves more wind through the building, perfectly diffusing the rest of the flames. Her eyes well up in tears as she watches in a mixture of awe and..Something else. She could fight back, but she would lose. This woman could teach her so much more. She nods wordlessly, reaching out to grab her hand, "I'm...I'm sorry.." she sniffles.

The golem twins glance up at Jean and sob, hugging each other. In the end they're just scared kids, all of them are. But Jean's voice pulls them to sleep, and they fall into peaceful rest. The main threat is over, at least outside. Most of the mutant protesters have fled..Most. A large orb carrying the last Metaforce member, Coronis, arrives from the sky, amid a crowd of angry mutants. "Come children, the war is not over yet! We won't let these fools get away with this..But our battle is tomorrow." with a sweep of his cloak he teleports them away as quickly as he arrived.

Meanwhile, inside the building, the rest of the flames are quickly put out by more blasters. Cyclop's optic blast slams an unprepared Dragonlord in the chest and he yells as he crashes through several walls and vanishes from sight. His firewall continues to rage on, containing the three frightened nurses and an assistant, growing faster by the minute.

Chrysalis meanwhile, turns on Logan and smirks, rushing at him and unleashing a shower of diamond blades at both him and Cyclops, "Fools! They are the enemy! Why are you helping them to bring about our end?! The doctor must die for his sins!"

But even as she speaks, Pixie has already whisked the doctor away, to the safety of the rooftop where the x-jet resides. And Beast who may have a lot to say to him..

Wolverine has posed:
<<Hey Jeannie... remember that time I helped you find your phone?>>

It's a somewhat more impressive feat of detective work than it might initially sound. Left in an unlikely spot, and Jean's phone case is kind of generic.

Charging across the room much faster than his compact (we don't say stubby) form would suggest he's capable of, Logan pops his claws with an audible -SNIKT!-. But the sound of his claws popping is actually 'inaudible' to most people in the room because it's covered up by the sound of a Cyclops Optic Blast and the sound of Logan yelling like this:

"RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

But though outside he appears to be in a violent rage, Logan has enough internal calm to get a last idea out across the Psychic Hotline.

<<'Cause I'm about ta call in a favor!>>

As the rest of the flames in the building start to go out, courtesy of Beast's latest brilliant idea, Logan finds himself squaring off with Chrysalis. Whirling claws and a well-placed torso keep virtually all of the diamond blades from heading off toward the X-Men's leader, though this is a small comfort to Logan's jacket. He'll probably also need to buy a new pack of t-shirts. And... some beer.

Mostly though, he'll need some new skin.

"Yeah, probably... but I'm not religous. If I was you though, darlin', I'd start making peace with God. 'Cause you ruined my only jacket!"

Still getting his skin flayed off of him, to the point that his metallic ribcage is now showing, Logan keeps pressing forward. It's a lot harder to deflect AND press forward than it is to mindlessly charge.

Logan prefers the latter.

The fear in Chrysalis' eyes is obvious as Logan gets close enough to Chrysalis to gut her with one of his claws.

But... he doesn't do that.

Cyclops has posed:
As the doctor and Pixie blinks out, Scott has a moment of mental relief, that is before the crystal mutant starts to fire her blades across the room. He taps his optics a few times, knocking a few of them with quick, perfect strikes as he tilts his head this way and that. The air sizzles around his head with the scent of burning o-zone.

As he moves forward towards the large hole that he blasted Dragonlord through, he catches a crystal blade in the hip, causing him to stumble, followed by a huff of pain. There is a low, audible hiss from the field leader as he reaches down to tug it free, letting it clatter behind him as blood wells up into his jeans.

<< I'm hit, but still moving. I'm going after their leader. Hank, keep following our thoughts and you'll find the lab. It's over here. >>

As he steps through the hole in the wall, he leaves behind a bloodied footprint, reaching out with one hand to steady himself, the other clutching himself to keep the blood from spurting between his fingers.

Storm has posed:
    Storm takes the girl's hand and smiles warmly. "There is a better way, we will show you and your friends. Go, stand by them and keep them safe. I will deal with this." Storm is warmth personified as she sends Windgirl to her teammates. Making certain that they are in Warren's care before she turns and rises up into the air.

    Those glowing eyes focus on the orb floating in the sky and all that warmth shown for the girl seems to flee from the 'stormy' visage she wears. The clouds drifting high overhead darken several shades to iron as Storm suddenly appears in front of the orb. "You have much to answer for." The flying orb no longer moving of it's own volition or means as clouds suddenly surround Ro and the orb itself and poor Coronis inside.

    Inside the swirling orb of clouds is an absolute maelstrom. Storm's frown is a small thing, but felt like a ton of bricks being dropped. The glass seperating Coronis from Storm suddenly cracks. The sound of metal buckling and groaning sounds as Ororo increases the atmospheric pressure around the object. The glass suddenly shatters and Ro reaches in and pulls the man free. Her eyes stay on the orb as it continues to crush like a soda can until it's roughly the size of a beach ball and she lets the maelstrom go. The orb dropping to the ground and the angry mutants below.

    "Hear me. The notion of a Cure for Mutation is not one to be treated with hatred. Some of us are not given the ability to teleport, or fly, or read minds when we choose and then go back to a normal job after with none the wiser. Some of us, our mutations are painful and make living a nightmare. It should be a choice whether we accept some kind of Cure or enjoy the Mutation that we are born with. Go home. Think of the gifts you have. Families, loved ones, friends and recognize that not all of us have these blessings. Protest but do not take the choice from those who have every right to make it. Go in peace and remember that while we can be destructive forces in this world, we need not be. We show force when we must to protect those who cannot do so for themselves. Those that refuse...will face us."

Phoenix has posed:
<< That is a horrible pun. >> Jean remarks back through the group link to Logan, in that voice that is Jean but not /quite/ right with that flickering, hissing reverb.

Jean is still outside in a smoldering halo of orange-pink, but things like distance and walls are mild nuisances to someone like her. Using her connection with Logan, she not only zeroes in on their location but the point at where Logan's attentions are focus.

There. Chrysalis is point of power in her mind like a brief impression of Cerebro overlaid like an AR over the real world. Jean can feel the sharp sting of Scott's pain and her curl back in a gritted, silent snarl.

The terrorist likely has no idea what is coming when Jean hits her. On her own, Jean can hit like a wrecking ball, but with the subtle augmentation of the Phoenix bleeding through her emotions that mental fist is more like having the entire crane dropped on your head from low orbit. Jean was gentle with the kids. She is not so with Chrysalis. There is no subtle intent to sleep here, only to shut down all of her mental processes with all of the sudden brutality of an aneurysm.

Pixie has posed:
Chrysalis snarls as she rushes towards Logan, and while so,e of her blades hit their nark, it seems he's still coming. Who, or what is this guy made of? Eyes widen as she braces for impact but doesn't back down...And then she is hit by something else from an unseen yet powerful force that viciously assaults her mind. She screams, stopping to clutch her head, then stumbles unconscious to the ground..

Dragonlord stumbles to his feet and growls at Cyclops, rushing at him as he unleashes another cone of flames from his mouth, "Dieeee!" he yells.

Coronis nearly escapes, but is caught off-guard by Storm's attack, slipping in there a moment too soon. He screams out in pain as the might maelstrom batters him senseless, too quickly for him to bring up his shield. The would-be mutant recruits are released and make a run for it in the ensuing chaos. When the dust clears, Coronis lays unconscious on the ground, battered and bruised.

Pixie teleports after the Doctor, steadying him as he winces from a stray blade caught in his arm, "I got ya! Beast! We got the doctor! We should get him somewhere safe, too many protestors around.." in the distance, the wail of police sirens can be heard coming closer..

Beast has posed:
That Doctor will have to wait a few minutes, but Hank is sure that someone will keep him company (aka babysit him). Because Scott is right, they need samples .. and he is the only one who would know the best way to procure and safely transport said samples because they may require specific environments, like specific temperatures or what have you..

On the way down, Hank stops at a landing and looks down the hall.. Chrysallis's back to him as a semi-shredded Logan is entering her personal space. HE had heard more than enough and as he hangs from the roof he growls loudly, like a lion. "Do not /dare/ presume to judge anyone for their sins." he says. "You are /not/ God. Being a Mutant does not give you or ANY of us us the right to judge humanity any more than being human gives them the right to Judge us. 'Judge not lest ye be judged'. And It has not been PROVEN that thesehave 'sinned'. Not yet. The only people I have seen commiting sins here is /you/ and /yours/." he says, angrily, then starts towards the next level down and lets Logan and Scott deal with her.

Still Simmering with anger, Henry finds the lab.. THe refridgerators full of vials of 'cure'... filing cabinets and computers..

He looks at all these things and.. sighs.. "Of course, now I can't claim to be any less of a sinner. 'Thous shalt not steal..'. How many commandments will I 'bruise' before the end of the day.." he asks himself, as he starts pulling out small devices and attaching them to all the computers to copppy them to his personal database.. and then puts a bug shaped gadget in the filing cabinets, letting it crawl into them and copy THEIR contents.. and the he starts preparing actual samples to take.

Cyclops has posed:
"Not today."

That is Scott's answer to DragonLord as he reaches up to yank free his shades from his head. He opens his eyes wide and fills the entire world with 'red'. Whatever is headed towards him is pummeled without mercy, and that includes the fearless leader of Metaforce. Rarely does Cyclops let loose in such a way, but this is one of those moments that calls for it. Being hit with an optic blast of this magnitude is the same as being hit by the Juggernaut riding on top of a semi truck with the brakes cut at a few hundred miles per hour.

The back of the building blows out, leaving the room simmering and the lord of 'dragons' blacked out and laying in the middle of the parking lot. Steam hisses around the field leader's eyes as he attaches his wraparounds once more, then stumbles to his knees with a cough of blood as his clothing smolders from the other mutant's attack.

<< Dragonlord is down. I need a minute. Sixty seconds. Gather up everything we plan on taking home with us and group up on Pixie. We're out of here in five. Not a second more. >>

He's in pain and most likely Jean can feel it. Ow.

Wolverine has posed:
As the young mutant's brain turns off suddenly, what's left of Logan's body grabs her before she falls on the unforgiving linoleum, and lays her down with surprising gentleness for a guy whose ribs are all showing and whose body is gushing blood in multiple directions.

At least he's not complaining about the damp weather anymore.

<<You been watching too much Jeopardy. That ain't a pun, it's just...>>

A frown crosses his already frowning face.

"Oh. I get it. Har har."

As he stands back up, Logan kicks Chrysalis in the ribs one good time. Really hard, she's gonna have a bruise. Guess his therapy isn't quite complete.

"You okay over there Summers?" He calls over his shoulder.

"Summers? Call Pixie back. Less getsum beer..."