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

[jolie_aile]

[...well, it wasn't particularly pretty to her, but a voice she recognized had answered. And the tree...squid thing wasn't lunching this way specifically, so at least she didn't have to worry about that quite yet.

Whatever Flandre's answer would have been was interrupted by the turret swinging around unexpectedly and smacking her face into the metal. It wasn't that bad of an injury--but it was profoundly irritating enough to warrant a snarl in reply.

Enough waiting.

Flandre's claws sprang free of the metal with one hand, only to reach up and sink into the top panel of the gun instead. She wrenched her arm backwards--and pulled away the metal with a horrible shriek, peeling the armor away like it was foil. The damage didn't slow the turret down--it couldn't feel pain, of course--so she still had work to do. The rifle barrel itself was exposed now, along with coolant tubes and wiring. The barrel was warm to the touch, but no longer burned. Flandre's claws came down on it next, first crumpling the barrel to prevent it from firing cleanly--then tearing the wiring out entirely, cutting out its targeting system. They still sparked when she grabbed them, like a bundle of brightly colored nerves.]

[monstrueuse]

[She wouldn't attack the lovely Flandre, her countrywoman!

Nonetheless, she didn't help, either, not immediately, watching Flandre act as if she were at a play and Flandre was the protagonist. She clapped her hands.]

Well done, bravo! Let me see what I can do.

[Gilberte herself didn't move. She seemed peculiarly unconcerned about her own welfare. Her monster, however, shot across the lawn, moving much faster than something of that size should be able to move. Moving in ways it shouldn't seemed to be a specialty of that thing. Its tentacles shot out to grapple with a turret, limbs as strong as steel. There was nothing organized about the way it was moving. It was an onslaught, but when sparks flew, the thing didn't seem to notice.

It's so nice to think what else she could do, if she was permitted. She could make an army out of trees, out of humans, out of everything.]