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

[niepokonany]

Believe me, you're preaching to the choir there.

[Feliks looks and sounds for all the world like they're talking about some small, obnoxious nuisance, but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel it -- the drive for justice, the need to protect people. He just isn't big on wearing his weaknesses on his sleeve, and it's easier not to if you pretend like nothing's a big deal.]

[Gunfire drives bullets into the dirt, sending chunks of earth flying up against the shield. Cursing a little kurwa! under his breath, Feliks pulls out... a can of coke, but in the moment before he flings it out from behind his shield at the gun, it turns into a grenade in his hand.]

GET COVER!

[The last part wasn't to Eren, but to anyone else lingering in the area.]

[garganteren]

Yeah...

[He knows Feliks doesn't mean to hurt people, but he's not the best conversationalist right now. While Feliks is throwing his grenade, Eren, though protected from the blast, gets hit in the arm by a bullet ricocheting from another angle. It passes through, but badly damages his arm. Eren recoils, knocked back. His temperature rises again, steam streaming from the wound. Being near him now is like standing too close to a fire: uncomfortable.]

I can't do enough. I can't... I have to.

[He just feels so powerless.]

[niepokonany]

[The grenade took out one gun, at least. Feliks sighs, but it's more exhausted than relieved, especially considering Eren's increasingly obvious state of distress.]

[He moves back towards where Eren was thrown, disregarding the heat even as it gets more and more uncomfortable to do so, trying to give him more thorough cover.]

Hey. None of us can alone, ok? We're up against way too much for any one person. But we can do something, and that's kind of why we've gotta work together.

...Tell me you have a healing factor.

[He'll do his best to drag Eren kicking and screaming to a medic, if not.]

[garganteren]

I told you, I have to.

[He shakes his head stubbornly. He is alone. Even if there are some people here he gets along with, they're not really people he can fight with. The way he thinks about things is too different. They're not his allies. He doesn't care what Feliks says. He knows he's not one of them. He never will be.]

It—heals.

[It. His body seems like an alien being to him sometimes. It's weird to feel distant from your own body. Now, his is doing something completely different. In addition to healing, extra tendons are starting to form on his face, standing out against his paler skin.]

[niepokonany]

[Feliks wrinkles his nose, digging in his purse for another soda can as stun darts patter against his shield. He hardly seems to notice the physical changes in Eren -- he's been fighting with the X-men too long, maybe.]

That's good, so we can have a talk about your weird body image issue later.

You can bitch about being alone, but you're not the only one out here to save people, and we can all get more done together. You know that, right?

[garganteren]

I don't need to talk about anything.

[His body image is fine!]

I didn't say you're not... You don't understand! I'm not like you!

[Sometimes he means this in the "I don't share your priorities or ideologies" way, but right now he means it in the "I'm incredibly dangerous and have accidentally killed people" way, but it's impossible to tell this from his tone, which is yelling.]

[niepokonany]

You know, as fun as it is, I actually don't have a ton of time to argue with you right now? INCOMING!

[He throws another grenade out from behind the battered shield. The patter of the darts stops -- but a moment later, something heavier hits the ground to Feliks's side. Before he can react, there's a hiss, and some sort of gas starts coming out.]

...Oh, kurwa. Really?

[He grabs the skirt attached to his uniform and rips at it until it detaches, tying it over the lower half of his face and turning it into a gas mask -- but he's already inhaled some, and for all his stubbornness, he's not a big guy. He wobbles where he's crouched, clearly dizzy all of a sudden, his uniform turning lighter and less bulletproof and the shield turning back into a table top as he struggles to stay awake.]

[garganteren]

[Eren looks for a moment, bewildered. He's never thought about whether he's immune to gas. He doesn't think so, but it's not something he's experienced before, so he backs off, out of the protection of the shield and into the line of fire. It's not that he doesn't want to help Feliks. He will, but he can't help him if he passes out. He can't help anyone if he passes out.

More bullets slam into him, and he lets out a noise. A rather loud, inhuman noise.]

[niepokonany]

[For a very long second, the only thing Feliks can think with any lucidity is oh, shit.]

[He can't get his feet under him properly, can't organize his thoughts enough to use his power, but he rallies as much as he can, clamping the fabric of his skirt over his mouth and nose as hard as he can to keep from breathing any more of the gas, trying to push away the urge to panic.]

God...

I swear to God, get back here and take cover for three seconds!

[His voice is thin and shaking, but even so, he tries to put as much almost-a-teacher-like authority into it as possible.]

[garganteren]

[Feliks is too late. Eren doesn't hear him. The pain and the strain on his body have been too great, and so much tissue regeneration hasn't made it stop, but has made his body see the need to generate more tissue, with the result being that he rapidly shoots up—

—into a 50 foot tall giant.

He lets out a deep bellow. The bullets drive into his legs. He doesn't seem to feel them.]

[niepokonany]

{Holy Christ.}

[That's... Well. That's sure a thing.]

[Feliks feels himself shake, and tells himself it's just a side effect of the gas, even though he knows it's a lie, knows that he's terrified.]

[He grows pale, but shakes sense into himself quickly. The fabric still pressed firmly over his mouth, he struggles to his feet and raises his voice.]

Eren. Eren! Can you hear me?

[garganteren]

[He lets out another loud cry as the school's security devices continue to attack him, without much effect at this point. He starts to move toward one of the turrets firing at him, then pauses when Feliks calls out to him.

He turns, focusing his gaze on Feliks, now far below him. It's impossible to know if Eren has recognized him, but he's certainly noticed him. He bellows again. His voice, ringing across the lawn, doesn't sound human at all any longer.]

I'm so sorry this ended up being so late ;;;

[niepokonany]

[That sound -- that sound is going to be in his nightmares tonight, he just knows it. And those wild eyes, and those teeth--]

[Mother of Jesus, be our protector and defender against all that is evil...]

[He draws his back straight, and forces himself to meet the titan's eyes.]

Come on... Can you hear me? Just nod if you can!

[This is either something he can work with, or he's probably going to die. Almost definitely one of those two things, he feels.]