A Sinister Legacy [PART 2] [OPEN]

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WHO: Students and faculty of the Institute, plus some unfortunate SHIELD agents caught in the crossfire
WHAT: Sinster did something, ah... sinister... to Martha, and now the school security systems are attacking anyone and everyone that might interfere with his um... sinister... plans.
WHERE: The Institute
WHEN: STILL ON THE 25TH. TRUST US.
WARNING(S): Violence hooooo

As a reminder, there are THREE ways to be involved with this event:

1. Help the SHIELD agents on the front lawn survive against the school security systems! This will be combat heavy and will involve NPC assists from Nick Fury

2. Help protect other students, and those who can't fight, get to safe places! Not every section of the school is as automated as others and there are places that Sinister's infection of the security systems hasn't reached. This can be combat heavy or not at all, and will involve NPC assists from Storm

3. HELLIONS your girl No Girl needs help. Also the Professor and Logan. Your job is to head to the sublevels and break in to the most heavily secured area of the school and stop whatever is causing things to go haywire, and possibly stop Sinister himself from whatever he has planned. As usual, you will be assisted by Emma.

Comments

Option 1 - OTA

[theveilisin]

[His uses for protection are pretty limited - that is, he's only useful if the protection offered by others fails. Or, well, for taking hits for others. Neither prospect seems all that gainful right now, not when there are people out there getting fired at.

Heading toward the fray, he tries not to put himself in any direct lines of fire - but blind spots are pretty far between, all things considered. Meaning he has to take hits from time to time, twisting out of the way as much as possible, wincing and cursing in Volstovic. At least there isn't that big of a risk of projectiles lodging in him.

At the sight of anyone who seems to have taken damage, he'll hurry over to their side, jumping out of the way of a blast and managing somehow not to canon into whoever he's trying to assist.]

Need some help with that?

Re: Option 1 - OTA

[bluerebellion]

[One of the guns is training in on Luvander when Flik sees him and barrels his way in front of the barrel. A blue streak suddenly sending the gun spinning around as it tries to lock in on him speeding around it. He's been running at his full speed since the attack started with very few rests since the attack started. He slows down to shout to Luvander]

Get to sa...

[Slowing down to yell was a mistake, the gun locks in and a blast grazes his arm sending him spiraling to the ground, skipping and skidding across the ground and past Luvander until his momentum smashes to a halt against the bench behind him.]

[theveilisin]

[He watches the speedy display with a hint of approval; it's a really good way of using the programming to your advantage. But then, of all things, the Regina-blessed fool decides to slow down for his benefit, and Luvander is about to shout back at him to watch his own back, when the gun manages to get in a blast.

He twists around where he stands and sprints off after the other boy, hearing another blast hit just right behind him. The bench is sturdy, and just about the only cover Luvander can see, so he rolls under it and drags Flik with him, hands seeking out his face as the most obvious exposed skin, trying to get the scope of his damages.]

Hold still. I appreciates that everyone needs excitement in their lives, but I don't actually need you to make this any harder.

[bluerebellion]

[He couldn't move if he wanted to. Rolling like he did wasn't the issue. Scrapes and bruises he could deal with, it was smashing against the bench that did did the real damage. It hurt. Easily broken or cracked his ribs.]

Is bad?

[theveilisin]

Broken bones - but not anything particularly nasty.

[Cracked ribs and some other fractures are easy enough to deal with, and there's no horrible splintering or tearing of joints involved, nothing messy like that. Closing his eyes, he finds the point where the universe shifts, the one that allows him to open them once more, now being the one who has been damaged instead.

Hissing out a long string of curses in Volstovic, he leans back, borrowed bruises already fading from his face, feeling his own ribs slowly knit together and mend themselves.]

Bastion, I hate cracked ribs.

[bluerebellion]

[What the hell? Where did the pain go. He was in so much pain but all of a sudden, all of a sudden nothing. He felt...good all of a sudden. He'd med mutant healers before but nothing this quick. No sooner did he start to get back to his feet, stil crounched behind the bench, that he looked back at Luvander and saw the pain on his face.]

Thank you healer, Are you ok?

[theveilisin]

[Luvander is pretty sure that he'd been chosen for the Dragons specifically because his healing ability, when used on others, can be instantaneous. Admittedly it comes with the drawback of his own body having to deal with it, albeit briefly, but what had th'Esar cared about that? It must have counted as a very minor drawback from his perspective.

Now he smiles at the other boy, a little bit wryly, starting to ease himself up by his side.]

I'll be absolutely tickety-boo as soon as I'm done dealing with your broken ribs, my dear. [He rubs his side, still sore and a bit swollen, the actual bones are at least mostly whole again.]

[bluerebellion]

[Flik looks at him. Clearly he was still in pain. If he was trying to get somewhere a healthy Flik could get him there faster.]

Where were you trying to go? I take you there faster, yes?

[garganteren]

[The projectile passed cleanly through Eren's shoulder, moments before, and he's bleeding heavily, his shirt soaked. Another one winged him, cutting into his leg. It's painful, but he knows it won't be long before he's healed. His rebellious body always recovers from its damage.

He shakes his head, stumbling forward, toward danger instead of away from it. He'd try to wave Luvander away, but his arm doesn't work that well yet.]

No—I'm fine. Have to—keep going.

[theveilisin]

[Eren really looks like hell, and despite his words, Luvander reaches out and touches the back of his neck. Bastion, he feels like he's running three separate fevers all at once - but he can feel Eren's flesh knitting back together, healing itself.

Healing factor aside, the damn silly fool doesn't look like someone who should be left on his own right now. The next time a canon swings itself around to take aim on him, Luvander shoulders him aside for a moment to fire two bullets very neatly into its wiring. That... causes it to start firing at the same spot repeatedly, but at least it's not aiming anymore - the next shot only grazes Luvander's arm as he hastily gets out of the way.]

Could you at least try not to get hurt? You're a mess.

[garganteren]

[Eren gives a start when Luvander touches him, turning back over his shoulder to look at him.]

I'm not... worried about myself!

[Eren forces these words out as if he's been insulted, when really he's just not thinking very clearly.

Using his power so much is stressing him mentally as well as physically. He still hasn't adapted to the very idea of having a mutation, and seeing it work always alienates him—and disgusts him a little. He's also not immune to pain, even if he can keep healing, but he tries to fight through it. He doesn't know how he can die, but he's sure there's some way to kill him. But he really isn't concerned about that.]

I have to go.

Thought it was time for them to meet ^^

[littlerabbit]

[Her ankle throbs, sprained from her fall, but the pain is nothing compared to the fear that comes from not being able to move properly. Her breath is coming out in agonized pants as she tries to stand up only to sink down to the ground again with a groan.

The voice startles her and she flinches, her powers flaring and giving her a couple of seconds to move away from the possible threat. It doesn't get her very far. She stares at him, eyes wide. She doesn't trust him, and he frightens her, but she can't run away with her ankle like this and so she has no choice other than to take a leap of faith.

She opens her mouth to speak but closes it again, there's no point in even trying, not now, and manages a shaky but clear nod instead.]

Is there any other way to meet? I think not.

[theveilisin]

[There is something like a strange stitch in time, during which the girl has gone from one position to another, further away from him. Teleporter? No, a teleporter would have gotten out of here, and he's also aware that she's not the only thing that moved like that. So she must have stopped him somehow, and he's not comfortable with that thought, but... well, it's not her fault. He'll just have to be careful.

Crouching down carefully next to her, he reaches out slowly and puts his hand over hers. It's just a sprained ankle - well, a sprained ankle and a vague mass of horrible feelings, like an ache he can't place. But he can't do anything about the latter, so he simply heals what he can, barely grimacing. Something like that takes no time at all.]

You're fine now. You need to-

[And then he hears the whirr of a canon locking behind him, and has no time to think before leaning ofer her and taking the hit squarely between his shoulder blades. He manages to brace against the impact enough to not collapse over her, but he finds himself stunned, his breath knocked out of him, not eager to move as he can feel his spine righting itself and knitting back together.]