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

Posting from my iPad, please excuse errors and brevity.

[eileaneathompson]

The clones stopped for a moment, frozen when she landed, then they resumed their last programing, defending her teammates, defending Krista. The two more distant clones felt little from the impact, being so far distant.

"Get...to sa..." She coughed, blood coming out of her mouth. What were they doing fussing over her when they could get hurt out here? They needed to get inside, get to saftey.


After all... She was... Just a clone? Right? A small whimper escaped her as her eyes started to drift closed. Why hadn't she destroyed this clone yet? Why was she hurting so badly?

She tried to focus on one of her other clones, to try and escape the pain. The one defending Krista, the one working the shift at her job. Either one would be easier than this....

[theveilisin]

[There's too much bleeding, everywhere. He tries to pick up whatever is in her lungs, and there's blood running from his mouth, grimly being wiped away. But he can't focus too much on that, trying to get at all that blood inside her cranium.

The world spins, and he feels sick. There's too much pressure. There's blood coming out of his nose too as he tries to ease the damage into his own body instead of hers. But there is no way to do it slowly without losing consciousness first, and if he takes it all at once-

He looks up at Oulan, face paper white, shaking his head.]

I can't. Not without killing myself instead.

[He still has his hands on her, still trying to take whatever pain he can safely remove, trying to ease her suffering just a little. But she's going to die, and painfully so, and he can't stop it.

And to him, this is not the first time.]

[eileaneathompson]

Her eyes fluttered closed as she focused on the other clones, on the two she had chosen. a small groan of pain escaped along with her last breath and then... there was no more reason to worry about her bleeding. She was quite done.

Her self shoved into one of the clones, though no one could say for sure yet...which one....

(aka, I need to see how the thread with Krista goes to know where her focus would have been)

[flamingfists]

[seeing her slump down like that, seeing her dead. Seeing someone she was in charge if die because she didn't react fast enough. Something breaks, something inside her snaps and she loses it.]

Luvander. Go. Don't let this happen to anyone else.

[She starts walking towards the cannon that did this. That killed her student, her charge, her teammate. There is nothing but anger, burning white hot anger and rage. Every shot of the cannon draws blood but gives her more and more power to work with. She walks right up to it and with a primal scream tears it right out of the ground, throws it over her head into the ground and just starts pounding at it with all of her strength. Screaming with rage the entire time.]

[theveilisin]

[At first, there is no reaction, and certainly no reply to Oulan's words. He's felt it before, of course. As long as he's touching the skin of a living being, he is aware of their entire body, every single function and movement, every flaw, every ache; everything that makes it alive. And when someone dies, that feeling simply fades away, until the body he's touching is nothing but a thing, a sack of meat and flesh with as much life and agency to it as a rock. He can't feel anything.

(Had it felt like that with Yesfir? He can't remember; the blast of the grenade had knocked him out. He'd never felt her turn into a lifeless object, but did that mean there was a chance she was still alive? No. No no no no-)

He snatches his hands away from the body in front of him, shoulders shaking, trying to breathe as a part of his mind reminds him that this is probably a panic attack. He really ought to know better. Not now, not when there are... orders. That's right, orders.

He'd been given an order. He needed to carry it out. Slowly getting to his feet, Luvander simply wanders off, into the melee, where he was needed. Making sure it didn't happen again.]

Moving it inside

[flamingfists]

[it's better this way. Save as many lives as possible. Don't let anyone else die, nobody else. She drops to her knees in front of Eli's body. Tears in her eyes, her fists covered in her own blood. She picks up the body and cradles it in her arms.]

I'm not just leaving her on the lawn. Girls, you're with me, we're going inside.

Re: Moving it inside

[eileaneathompson]

One of the clones had stayed with Oulan, as per her orders, and one had followed Luvander, the rest had stayed with the rest of the team, following their last orders to protect the team.

The clones look at the dead body with a mix of confusion and sadness. They had no clue how to handle this and it confused them. They all had headaches, but they were following their orders as best they could.