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Christie had zoned out as people had entered the room, due to that she did not notice Raylan enter the room all bloody and dirty. She looked focus but she was off elsewhere, something she picked up during school so the teacher would not call on her. However, her focus did actually return when Francis began to speak up. Grace was close, something Christie noticed above everything else even bloody Raylan. He explained why people were no longer around, pressure was surely a bitch and sometimes it was too much even to those who looked or acted strongly. Robert was now the team leader, Christie was not happy or sad about it either. Maybe he could handle the pressure of handling three-four high-energy rookie mutants. However, she did not think much of it as Francis went on.

The Equalists, who the hell were the Equalists? She had never heard of them though Raylan did seem in a hurry earlier, maybe that was why he was bloody.'Holy crap he looks terrible' she thought to herself. She had seen Bloody Raylan standing there, he looked like shit and probably felt like shit as well or so she would guess. The way Francis said dealt with them hit a chord, she knew what he meant even if he was trying to hide it. If Raylan looked like shit she was sure Francis did something similar if not him one of the other members did. However, she did not think much about it as Francis went on some more. The words forbidden to leave stuck a nerve, she did not show it and it was good no mind readers were here either. "Permission," she said softly and quietly to herself. If Wolverine were here he would probably say bullshit and even challenge Francis.

Christie was not in the mood to even bother with it as he was running this show after all. Being an X-Man meant more to her anyway though she wondered if someone would challenge him. Her arms were crossed at this point as she leant back against the chair she was sitting in. More was to follow as two new students introduced themselves, they did not say very much, however. Christie soon looked over to Grace for a moment giving her a small smile as she did. The newly enforced rules might be stupid but she would not let that bother her too much even if it was to protect them. Christie soon let out a sigh, though the training part sounded fun. Hopefully, it would be something on the physical side and not on the mental side. That task earlier was a headache in itself. "You know it just occurred to me that Francis looks a lot like Tom Hiddleston. I wonder if anyone else notices that?" she thought to herself.

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"Fucking stop Frank. I'm fine." Raylan lied, pulling away Frank's grip. Raylan didn't expect for all of those people to keep fighting. He expected to fight at most two or three. But none of them stopped, none of them ran away. Raylan couldn't help but wonder why none of them were smart enough to run but they stood their ground. He had to give them credit for it.

As Raylan listened on to Frank's sermon on the mount. He didn't know if he should say the truth about Cow... Johnny. He came back but it was the second wave that got Johnny. It accounted for some of the blood on Raylan, some of the blood was his. Most of it was from end they suffered when Raylan lost his temper and no one was around stop him.

No one was their to keep him from doing g what he did. Not the Little Dove, not Frank, one one. Deep down at his core, Raylan was scared shitless over what he has done. He never lost control like that. Ever. A fight, some self abuse, even letting someone get in a few shots, Raylan was about that. But never did he want or think to do what he did. Maybe it was the luck shot that got Johnny as he trying to keep Raylan from going to far, maybe it was the celebration. Maybe Raylan was just a piece of shit. Maybe Magento was right.

Raylan looked down as Frank kept talking. He couldn't hear what Frank was saying. His words were replaced by screams. He could hear one voice more than the others. "Momma! Momma where's my arm!" The voice didn't seem to stop. It was written all over his face. He did all he could to push it from his head. It wasn't until Frank and something about not leaving that and new students that Raylan came around.

As he listen them introduce themselves. This jumping dude seemed scared. He was either the next to die or he'd out live them all in Raylan's estimations.

Then there was that other with the eyes. Loki Cage? What kinda horse shit name was that? It certainly got Raylans attention. Raylan couldn't help but give him a what the hell look. Dudes eyes looked like a cats and his nails where all sharp. Was this dude a drag queen or something? Raylan didn't even bother with a comment on that name. Really dude? Who names themselves Loki Cage?

"Not all of us need baby sitting Frank. Most of us should be fine. I doubt there's any survivors do identify any of us. Most everyone here looks like a normal human, except Tattoos and the Drag Queen over there. " Raylan said being the devil's advocate. He didn't know what happened with Frank, but he was willing to bet that no of the people he fought made it out a live.

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Grace's eyes grew wide as Raylan staggered into the room, covered in blood and gore. What the hell had happened after they sped away in the car Raylan had shoved them in. She turned her eyes back to Professor Latour and cocked her head to the side and furrowed her brow as he spoke. Equalists? What weren't they telling them. Biting her lip, she crushed the paper ball around in her pocket and tried to make sense of everything.

Latour then pointed out the two new students that Grace had spotted when she arrived. The first one introduced himself as Taylor. He seemed pretty normal. What did he say his power was again? Jumping? Then there was Loki. Grace looked closely at Loki as he stood away from the others. She noticed that his eyes had an animalistic look to them. His nails also took on a different appearance. As a whole he seemed normal, but this was just a little weird.

"What does this mean for us, Professor?" Grace piped up and squared her shoulders as people looked around, shocked. "You say that you took care of it, but are there more? How did they even know where we were?" Grace looked over at Christie and Raylan, thankful that they had all gotten out without a scratch and that Raylan had been willing to stay. Of course Grace knew that he had enjoyed the fighting because he hadn't gotten to let loose on her.

Her eyes met Raylan's. "Thanks for being a hero. I'm sure you had a blast out there, but you really do look like shit." Her comment wasn't meant to sound rude, but it was blunt. She didn't intend it in a bad way. "You should probably clean yourself up before Loki over here as an aneurysm. I think he thinks you smell bad," She said with a small smile and shoved her hands back into her pockets.

Location: basement
Interacting with: Loki @BlackPanther, Taylor @Chaotic Chao, Grace @unfallenangel, Raylan @AcerRo

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Sophie was slightly startled by Taylor smiling at her to which she awkwardly waved back slightly in response. However, she quickly turned her attention to Loki as she noticed his claw-like nails sink into one of the chairs. She cautiously approached. "Ah... uh... Are you alright...? You are kinda ripping up the sofa there..." She asked gently turning him around and made eye contact with him. Suddenly, she then understood what was wrong.... or at least, somewhat. "I think I understand... let's get you some fresh air, yeah?" Sophie grabbed the hand that was digging into the sofa and ripped it off of the chair then looked down at the torn fabric with a sigh. She would have to fix that later. She looked back at Loki and smiled softly, still holding his hand, as she led him out of the room and out into the hallway.

Meanwhile, Francis watched the two leave, giving Sophie a nod of approval as they left before returning to the class. "What does this mean for us you ask, dear Grace? It means we will have to work harder than ever before to limits unknown. It means.... that we are at war. You are right Raylan, some of us don't need babysitting. But you are certainly not one of those people. I am not doing this because I want to nor do I not trust you, but rather that I no longer have a choice! Outside of these grounds I am unable to keep all you safe! Yes I took care of those men but there are hundreds of more of them out there! Raylan I am far from babysitting because you all no longer can afford to be children! If you want to be a child or even consider being one for even a second, you and everyone you care about will die. You may not like the people you are with or know nothing about each other but now you are all family, and you are all now my children. And as a guardian, I am willing to risk my life to protect every one of you, but I won't be able to do that unless you follow my house rules. Therefore, my decision stand. Are there any more questions or objections that wish to be known?" He said with a raise of the eyebrow.

@Ace of flames01

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Loki ignored the conversation going on around him
, instead he tried to focus on their scents. He winced as a bone snapped. He winced again when he forced it to snap back. His focus was snapped to Sophie as soon as she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the hallway. Almost immediately, he crumpled. The sounds of bones snapping was loud and sickening as the snapped twice.

After several moments of this he slowly stood on shaky legs and looked at the person who rescued him. He gave a head tilt. "...thank you. Froze up a bit back there" he looked awkward and caught off guard. He blinked a bit as if trying to regain his cool. He looked down and put his hand in his pockets. He looked embarrassed...possibly ashamed...and if one looked hard enough..scared. Things he was able to hide all too easily with sunglasses and isolation. Both of which are gone now.

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Since the meeting was basically done, Taylor had walked out of the basement. He didn't feel like being near everyone else at the time, he was already sweating bullets when he was introducing himself. He walked down the hallway to the main room of the Mansion and walked the door.

He stepped out, and sat on the porch. The mansion had a very big outdoors area. It was nice to look at especially in the day, it was, well beautiful scenery to look at. Taylor smiled a little, at the scenery. He then sighed, he was a real big loner. "Hm.." He wondered to himself, what was the real reason he wanted to go to the Institute. Now to think about it, he never really cared about being a Mutant. Matter of fact, he'd rather be normal.

So why is here? Is it because his mom has been acting so bitter after his dad died? Or did he actually want to be a hero. He scratched his chin, and looked around. So they couldn't leave the Mansion. Honestly, it seemed very scary to deal with a terrorist group that wants to murder people like Taylor just because they are different.

He frowned and scratched his chin. He wanted to know what was the reason he said yes to becoming an X-Man. And another question is: Was it worth it? He may not be able to hide who he was and keep from danger. He might not be able to see his mother again. He may have just put his mother and himself in danger.

"Why am I here?" He asked himself, staring at the green grass flowing back and forth as the wind pushed it do so and listening to the songs that the birds chirp out for him to listen to.

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"Yeah I got plenty. Running and hiding ain't the answer. I'm not saying we need to kill them but we have to make it known that leaving us a lone is the wise move. I... You know what Frank, your call. You wanna hide, we'll hide. But I still gotta get right with the dude who drove them back." Raylan said point to Grace, trying to look in better condition than he was.

"Send someone with me, don't, I don't much care. But he's gotta be taken care of. I got a sneaking feeling we're gonna need his help again." Raylan braced himself against the wall and rubbed his face. "I'm going to take a shower and get cleaned up. Send one, send them all, I don't care."

It took nearly half an hour to get cleaned up. It the amount of blood and dirt was nothing less than amazing. When he looked in the mirror, he smiled. That bruise on his face seemed so small now. There were many more than just that one. As he pulled his hairline back he could a gash. One that was gonna need some attention, if he was smart he would get some stitches but it could put off for a while. With some ill placed butterfly bandages, and some clothing he was almost ready to go. He made special stop first. Johnny's room.

Raylan had more than couple of knives. Most of them where heavy duty knives for work or when the need came up. He had one that was special, one that was without a doubt a weapon. He had taken from a dumb ass who didn't know how to use. But what Johnny has, were guns. Raylan wasn't gonna last much longer in another fight. He was too tired and beat up. It didn't take long to find a gun in Johnny's room, Raylan was just happy it was semiautomatic, even though it looked to be in rough shape. Even if it didn't fire, he could still use it as a club.

Raylan shoved the handgun in back of his pants and slowly walked to the front door. He knew this was a horrible idea but he didn't have much if a choice in the matter.

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Christie soon made her way to the window that looked down into the range. She did not do much as she stood there, they needed to get better and quickly. Francis sounded more like a concerned parent, it really did remind her of Professor X. The odd mutant soon touched the window somehow not damaging it in the process. A lot was going on that she was not aware of, Grace had asked Francis a question and she got an answer back to. Raylan was even called a baby by Ghost which Christie found amusing but she did not make a face, one could not tell since she was looking into the range itself. "Can the range be used at any time or is there a schedule of some kind? Is the range actually the danger room or is it something else?" Christie asked. She was curious as she heard of the danger room but never been in it so she was not sure if she was looking at it now or if it was its own thing.

When the Meg Griffin mutant turned round some of the mutants had already gone, two of the new ones and two she had already met. Since some people were still here she did not leave, plus she did ask a question. It would be cool if she could use the danger room, various X-Men had used it and so Christie wanted to use it as well even if it was just the once. Christie eventually walked over to Grace before speaking to her. "How are you feeling Grace, I mean shit went down at the warehouse?" she asked. She would have asked earlier but after what happened today she and Grace had not seen each other until now. Grace did not have to answer that question, as long as she said something Christie would know if she was OK or not.