thethirdspecies: (plotting)
John Sublime / The U-Men ([personal profile] thethirdspecies) wrote in [community profile] xavier_institute_logs2014-10-15 05:22 pm

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. ]]
presto_turn: (Wild ♬ Surveying the field)

[personal profile] presto_turn 2014-10-21 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm telling you, I'll - "

The scene that followed would have been incomprehensible had Shindou not been keyed into what Tenma was able to see. Snakes slithering out of nowhere, wrapping around the U-Man and threatening to find their way inside his cover...while, through his own eyes, there was only a disarmed, masked figure flailing around, then turning tail to run.

Shindou let loose a heavy sigh of relief, as he found that he could wrench himself back to his feet, then. Shifting the weapon he'd taken hold of into his off-hand and pointing it towards the ground, he held his other hand out towards Tenma.

"You did it." Relief had his voice shuddering, threatening to cloud up from the way his throat tightened. "Thank goodness."
soccerwhisperer: (soccer is surely...)

[personal profile] soccerwhisperer 2014-10-21 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Clasping Shindou's hand, Tenma pulled the older boy into a brief hug.

"What were you thinking?" he choked in Japanese. That had been too close for comfort. Not just the U-Man bearing down on them with his stolen gravity powers, but Shindou's finger near the trigger. "I couldn't let him call your bluff!"

He released Shindou from the hug but kept his hands on his shoulders. He was breathing more evenly now, calmed from feelings of relief around him. "Let's... find someone now."
presto_turn: (Pensive ♬ Playing at adulthood)

[personal profile] presto_turn 2014-10-22 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
"I was hoping that would be enough to stop him."

The threat, that was, not the need to fire if pressed. Shindou didn't want to think further than necessary about the latter, right now. Could he have brought himself to fire? And what did that say about him, either way?

"He could have hurt you. Or one of the others," he breathed, clasping Tenma close for just a second longer. "I thought..."

That, if nothing else, he ought to have been able to protect his friend.

"Never mind. You're right, let's get everyone moving."

He hefted the submachine gun in both arms now, moving out towards the foyer's exit.