Panic at Home

[astonishing_xmods]

WHO: Those left behind: Viti, Melinda, Guardian Dragons, X-Force, Team 3, Martha, Emma
WHAT: Defend McCoy’s lab, aid McCoy in any way possible
WHERE: District X
WHEN: Shortly after the recovery team’s departure; early evening
WARNING(S): Violence, mentions of medical procedures

"...confirmed reports of uncontrollable fires, electrical surges, and other instances of apparent uncontrolled mutant powers coming from District X, the largest concentration of the afflicted in the city..."

"...a tragic event where a busy intersection collapsed into a massive sinkhole, swallowing dozens of cars. A known mutant was spotted near the scene; we will keep you updated as the situation unfolds..."

It was barely hours since the Blackbird had left, hours, and in came thundering the next crisis. A critically ill mutant’s power had not only hastened the illness, but raged out of control—killing innocent bystanders in the process.

Protesters had sprouted up since the virus had been found—human and mutant, sometimes even both in the same crowd, demanding that the infected be shipped out, sent away, put anywhere but here. Now, they were quickly galvanizing into riots, and worse...

Get to the District. Secure McCoy’s lab, protect the sick there. Control the damage.

And see if the reports of Sinister’s soldiers in the crowds are true.

Comments

[tiamaris]

"Elastic... wouldn't rip?" he asked, confused by that. "The edges of my scales are SHARP. And when I become a dragon......" he trailed off with that one.

[knighterrantofthedragon]

"Well, I'm certain we'd need something a little more cunningly designed than simply 'a loose sweater,' but I'm confident that, with the Institute's connections, we can make better arrangements than we have so far. They do, after all, have some experience with such things. Ideally, we'd want something fire-proof, as well, no? ......as to the full transformation... well. We'll see what we can do, but let's take it one step at a time."

Alric glanced off briefly toward the growing din of unrest, before looking back to Tiamaris.

"For now, however, our safety--and that of those we may encounter, as well as the fulfillment of our mission--must take priority. Until you've been better equipped, however, I'll see to it that you're reimbursed for any clothing damaged on account of what I ask of you, I assure you of that."

[tiamaris]

"It shouldn't have to come out of your money either," he said as he took his between form, scales overlapping each other, shredding his clothes to bits. Soon he stood there looking like a broad shouldered warrior in antique full body scale mail armor. His eyes were dark orange as he glared outward, hoping he would freak out people enough to make them think twice about rushing the group.

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Alric laughed a little, shaking his head.

"...I assure you, my friend, assisting you with the maintenance of a reasonable wardrobe will be no burden. We'll be fortunate indeed, if that's the more pressing concern you have, tonight."

[tiamaris]

He hesitated, then nodded. "I doubt it will be the worst we face. I still..." he hesitated. If he started being a drain on his friend, would he still have the friend after a while?

He said nothing more, though his eyes were a bit darker.

[knighterrantofthedragon]

He reached over and rested a hand on Tiamaris's shoulder for a moment.

"...we will be all right. One way or another."

[tiamaris]

"Perhaps." He would do everything he could to make sure Alric was all right, at least. No matter the cost.