xavier_institute_logs | The Ashes of the Phoenix [OPEN]

WHO: John Sublime, "No Girl", the U-Men, and their unfortunate target... The Insitute
WHAT: Sublime's U-Men attack the school. They're aiming for the sublevels. Stop them at all costs!
WHERE: Throughout campus
WHEN: Past midnight, Wednesday-Thursday
WARNING(S): Gonna get violent.

The time was now. The media attention over his followers actions was too much. And after all, Xavier's little henchmen in London had figured it out. He was sure of it. There was no more time to bide. No more room for hesitation. It was act now, or the revolution would end in a prison cell, festering away in the disgusting care of this unclean world. Sublime couldn't stomach it. Couldn't fathom it. And whatever god help those who stood in the way of him and his dream of Homo Perfectus.

"All units are in place," Sublime whispered, peering out over the immaculate green, covered in moonlight, staring a drilling, piercing hole into the mansion. "Martha... it's your turn now," another whisper, as the floating apparatus before him, holding a strange glowing orb, began to shine even more brightly.

Just like that, the security systems failed. And just like that, Charles Xavier gasped and sent out a short, psychic burst to all X-Men, perhaps to everyone in the school, before he was overwhelmed and silenced, collapsing from his bed to the floor, stunned into sleep by a psychic force even he was not prepared for.

"This is it, Martha... our dream... U-Men! Bring me the Ashes of the Phoenix!" And like that, dozens of the men from the blurred video that Glamour and Spy had managed to obtain swarmed the ground, organic and mechanical, using a plethora of stolen mutant powers, attacked.

[[ This is it! Our first major action post, and in X-Men tradition, it's a direct attack on campus. Feel free to start your own threads. The U-Men will be NPC'd by the mods. Their ultimate goal is the filed away genetic samples of Jean Grey in the sublevels. They must be stopped, before someone uses them to integrate Jean's powers into a U-Man. ]]

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He hadn't really been paying attention to Zian until they got there; he's used to working with another person, but Elizabeth always managed to swallow her fear even when she wasn't yet used to his killing sprees. He forgot how lucky he was to have someone like her on hand.

"You alright?" He mumbles as he makes their lives easier and just takes off his vest and shirt. Well, easy for Zian. Booker has to deal with getting his shirt collar and scarf back on once they're done. "You look, uh... pale."

Most of the wounds have exit holes, but the one in his shoulder does not. And now that he thinks about it, it still does ache. He's just a bit overly used to being shot at.

"I'm good. I'm good," he signed nervously, trying to shake away the dreadful feeling and just focus on what he needed to do. Screams of dying U-Men were still quite loud in his pointed ears. "I just haven't seen such... violence."

There's a brief pause as he checks on the bullet wound in the shoulder, more concerned about that than any of the other wounds. "Alright. You can move the arm, so it's not lodged in a joint. Since we're in a bit of a pickle here, I'm going to just heal you up and we'll deal with removing the bullet later."

His orange eyes fixes on Booker's face for a moment, slightly more serious. "This... this will hurt a lot more. Try to not scream." With those amazingly comforting words, he pokes the janitor with a healing charge. While the touch for the nose bleed had been a bit of a simple static shock... this was more of an actual electrical jolt.

"You get used to it... a little sooner than anyone likes." He glances at his skyhook; it's supposed to be a mode of transportation, but he's lost track of how much time he's spent cleaning blood out of the damn thing.

Past that he responds with grunts, losing track of the conversation and half-listening until he hears 'try not to scream'. "Wait what-"

Oookay that hurts a lot more than he expected. He tries not to scream, but it gets ripped out of him. And once the jolt has left his system he leans against the wall, panting. "...Try not to scream, huh?" Well, he's not unused to the feeling. It's just been a long time since he was in Columbia, and it takes things like this to remind him how much shit he's survived.

"Sorry, sorry!" Zian signs quickly, looking quite apologetic as he pats Booker's arm. "I know it's painful, that's the sucky part of my power - but it won't hurt you any further, it's just hurts." Still, his power made it worth it, because the wounds closed within seconds.

"How is that? Can you continue?" The medic wanted to take a look at Xavier now, but he was not about to leave his buddy exposed and alone in this chaos.

Booker moves a hand over his chest, taking a few deep breaths to get himself under control and being very pleased to find there are no bullet holes anymore. Although... it brings the issue of having to be cut open later to get that last bullet out. Oh well.

"Nothing I can't shake off." He winces as he tries to flex his affected arm and decides to just be gentle with it. And then he goes to get his shirt and vest back on. The process of which makes him deeply consider switching to modern dress. "Need a break to rest the shield anyway... might as well take it outside of Xavier's door, make sure no one gets to him."

The medic breathes a sigh of relief, glad to see that things healed up like it should, and then gives Booker a shaky smile. "I'm glad you're alright. Thank you for taking me here... I really appreciate it." He would never have been able to even leave the hallway if it wasn't for the janitor. Honestly, it made him consider taking some combat classes just to not be completely useless.

He looks around, making sure they were alone. "I'll look in with the professor. Take your time." Zian smiles again under the mask, before heading to Xavier's room.

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