Mutant High Issue 1: The house that Xavier Built
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Relique du Madde
Adventurer
Miranda walked over towards Temperance's bed then gingerly grabbed the chart from where it hung. "To be honest, I'm not too sure what exactly happened myself, but I do know the gists of it. We were attacked. We got our butts kicked. Pyro and I went to save you guys from the danger room, he melted the floor, we fell, then I began to pass out from exhaustion."
She handed Temperance the chart. "Now, whether you guys were knocked out because of that psychic cyborg did something or from my powers malfunctioning when I was slipping in and out of consciousness is a mystery to me."
She glanced towards Eric. "Actually, I've been here since I literally vanished from Los Angeles. That guy's Xian.. I'm actually not sure of what he does, I briefly met him right before the attack started."
OoC Clarification: Since Miranda was fatigued when she and Pyro originally fell into the room, I'm going to say that she was so out of it that she didn't notice that the danger room was trashed and thus misinterpreted what happened to the trainee squad. I'm pretty sure that the Pyro and others who entered the room would be able to give a better explanation of what happened.
She handed Temperance the chart. "Now, whether you guys were knocked out because of that psychic cyborg did something or from my powers malfunctioning when I was slipping in and out of consciousness is a mystery to me."
She glanced towards Eric. "Actually, I've been here since I literally vanished from Los Angeles. That guy's Xian.. I'm actually not sure of what he does, I briefly met him right before the attack started."
OoC Clarification: Since Miranda was fatigued when she and Pyro originally fell into the room, I'm going to say that she was so out of it that she didn't notice that the danger room was trashed and thus misinterpreted what happened to the trainee squad. I'm pretty sure that the Pyro and others who entered the room would be able to give a better explanation of what happened.
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Alchemist had been one of the luckiest involved in the battle of the lawn. Physically, he had escaped any real damage, and be it through luck, distance, some innate defense, or just plain apathy on the part of their opponent, he had been spared all but a blinding headache as a result of that last psychic blow.
He'd spent the next hours helping the wounded, getting them to the infirmary. Never one for hospitals, he'd left as soon as that much was all settled. He was not idle of course, instead setting about repairing some of the 'other' mental damage of the attack.
The cosmetic damages to the building and the lawn were indeed easily repaired, his body on autopilot. He stood almost perfectly still as sidewalks knitted themselves back together, walls rebuilt, a picture in one hand guiding his reconstruction efforts.
The grass was another matter, the scorched bits disintigrated instead, made into little artistic patterns of raised or colored earth.
The danger room too recieved such treatment. While of course it was impossible for him to repair without knowledge of its mechanics, the cosmetic damages, bent and burned metal, shattered glass and the like, were easily repaired. Indeed, by the time temperance and Eric were waking, the physical signs of the attack were almost non-existant. While life was far from usual, at least they could pretend.
Still, through it all, Alchemist was quiet, more reserved and thoughtful than he'd ever been during his years at the school. He, like Miranda attributed much of this to his own concieved failure. Priding himself for years on his mutant power, on the strength of it, his inability to defeat that boy, indeed that fact that a full on strike had barely inconvenienced him, left Alchemist shaken and for the first time, uncertain.
Putting the finishing touches on the little 'false' danger room, He settled back against one of the walls, crafting himself an uncomfortable little seat. Uncomfortable or not, he was asleep in moments.
He'd spent the next hours helping the wounded, getting them to the infirmary. Never one for hospitals, he'd left as soon as that much was all settled. He was not idle of course, instead setting about repairing some of the 'other' mental damage of the attack.
The cosmetic damages to the building and the lawn were indeed easily repaired, his body on autopilot. He stood almost perfectly still as sidewalks knitted themselves back together, walls rebuilt, a picture in one hand guiding his reconstruction efforts.
The grass was another matter, the scorched bits disintigrated instead, made into little artistic patterns of raised or colored earth.
The danger room too recieved such treatment. While of course it was impossible for him to repair without knowledge of its mechanics, the cosmetic damages, bent and burned metal, shattered glass and the like, were easily repaired. Indeed, by the time temperance and Eric were waking, the physical signs of the attack were almost non-existant. While life was far from usual, at least they could pretend.
Still, through it all, Alchemist was quiet, more reserved and thoughtful than he'd ever been during his years at the school. He, like Miranda attributed much of this to his own concieved failure. Priding himself for years on his mutant power, on the strength of it, his inability to defeat that boy, indeed that fact that a full on strike had barely inconvenienced him, left Alchemist shaken and for the first time, uncertain.
Putting the finishing touches on the little 'false' danger room, He settled back against one of the walls, crafting himself an uncomfortable little seat. Uncomfortable or not, he was asleep in moments.
ShaggySpellsword
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"I was on the lawn with Professor Summers. We didn't get all that badly beaten. By my count, we drove off the guy responsible and he didn't look too pleased about it. Now it's just a matter of figuring out who he was, who he works for, and what us little guys can do to stop him."
Xian looks around the room for a few seconds and then says,
"We are in the infirmiry guys. Maybe we should let these people rest in quiet and go somewhere else...anyone else hungry? Cafeteria?"
Xian looks around the room for a few seconds and then says,
"We are in the infirmiry guys. Maybe we should let these people rest in quiet and go somewhere else...anyone else hungry? Cafeteria?"
Victim
First Post
Temper studies her chart (Medicine + 4; Knowledge: Life sciences +5; trained in both)
"I suppose that's one way of looking at things," she comments, glancing towards the beds occupied by comatose students and teachers. Considering all the stuff that happened inside, why assume that the cyborg attacking the front gate was alone? It seems like a perfect feint to me.
"I'm pretty much always hungry, but I'd prefer to get some fresh air first," she says, swinging her feet around and attempting to stand.
ShaggySpellsword said:
"I suppose that's one way of looking at things," she comments, glancing towards the beds occupied by comatose students and teachers. Considering all the stuff that happened inside, why assume that the cyborg attacking the front gate was alone? It seems like a perfect feint to me.
"I'm pretty much always hungry, but I'd prefer to get some fresh air first," she says, swinging her feet around and attempting to stand.
Relique du Madde
Adventurer
Miranda lightly bit her lip as she heard Xian's story since it wouldn't make sense if the cyborg kid decided to target the group in the danger room as it fled. That meant that if she wasn't responsible for what happened to training squad, then someone or something else was. However, she was still troubled by the fact that neither Temperance or Eric knew what happened to them.
If anything, Miranda was willing to bet that the Danger Room's computer system might have recorded what happened within its session logs, that is assuming that the system wasn't damaged or compromised. Unfortunately, considering what happened, she had a feeling that it was unlikely that any student would even be able to access the data; meaning that she, like the rest of the students, will be kept in the dark on much of the details until the next day's assembly.
Miranda glanced from Xian to Kenny's comatose body as Temperance spoke. "I'll see you guy's there in a little bit..." She blushed then hesitantly added, "I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to see how Pyro's doing... we sort of parted ways when people began to arrive in the Danger Room."
Without warning, Miranda's body reverted back to its non-corporeal ghost form, causing her to vanish from view. She then closed her eyes as she willed her body to float upwards until she was high enough above the building to see the entire school grounds.
If Pyro just happened to be wondering in the open, she knew would be able to recognize his life-force almost immediately, so as long as he wasn't in a large crowd. If he wasn't wandering the campus grounds, then she would check some of the more likely places around the school before buzzing past the boy's dorms and then heading towards the cafeteria.
Who knows, maybe she might see something interesting.
If anything, Miranda was willing to bet that the Danger Room's computer system might have recorded what happened within its session logs, that is assuming that the system wasn't damaged or compromised. Unfortunately, considering what happened, she had a feeling that it was unlikely that any student would even be able to access the data; meaning that she, like the rest of the students, will be kept in the dark on much of the details until the next day's assembly.
Miranda glanced from Xian to Kenny's comatose body as Temperance spoke. "I'll see you guy's there in a little bit..." She blushed then hesitantly added, "I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to see how Pyro's doing... we sort of parted ways when people began to arrive in the Danger Room."
Without warning, Miranda's body reverted back to its non-corporeal ghost form, causing her to vanish from view. She then closed her eyes as she willed her body to float upwards until she was high enough above the building to see the entire school grounds.
If Pyro just happened to be wondering in the open, she knew would be able to recognize his life-force almost immediately, so as long as he wasn't in a large crowd. If he wasn't wandering the campus grounds, then she would check some of the more likely places around the school before buzzing past the boy's dorms and then heading towards the cafeteria.
Who knows, maybe she might see something interesting.
Fangor the Fierce
First Post
Spike's lunch had gone from bad to worse. He shakes his head, knowing that it would take a little while longer to heal from that damned attack. He gather's his aching head, as he scans the area. It would seem that whatever happened is over, at least for now, as the others are still alive and moving in groups to wherever. Spike simply gets pissed, as he hears the others talking around him. He knows of a few of them, but like Wolverine, Spike was more of a loner.
"Yeah, your talking is giving me a headache..." he says, seeing the others note that the infirmary was not an ideal place to hold such discussions.
"Food sounds good though..." he says, getting up slowly, and ignoring any more aid from the infirmary. "There's the benches outside the cafeteria to eat outside as well. Food and fresh air, best of both worlds."
"Yeah, your talking is giving me a headache..." he says, seeing the others note that the infirmary was not an ideal place to hold such discussions.
"Food sounds good though..." he says, getting up slowly, and ignoring any more aid from the infirmary. "There's the benches outside the cafeteria to eat outside as well. Food and fresh air, best of both worlds."
Victim
First Post
Interesting. Invisibility? Teleport? Something really weird? There are so many interesting things here. "Well, I'm sorry..." she replies to Spike, leaving an opening for him to supply a name. Endure.
"Let's go then." She'll leave the infirmary, taking her chart and a pen (assuming one is nearby) with her. (Note that I don't think she's been the infirmary before, so she'll check things out to find the way.)
"Let's go then." She'll leave the infirmary, taking her chart and a pen (assuming one is nearby) with her. (Note that I don't think she's been the infirmary before, so she'll check things out to find the way.)
Fangor the Fierce
First Post
"Name's Spike. And you are?" he asks, ready to move along with the others, if only to get out of this infirmary. He always disliked these kinds of places. Bad memories...
