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As soon as all of the attacking soldiers were slain, Fay's brain reverted to it's usual chemistry, and mere seconds later, Fay was on her knees, throwing up behind a wall. She's just taken the lives of three men, but although this was upsetting her, she couldn't cry. She was trying to. She wanted to. But she couldn't cry. Maybe seeing so much death in the past had hardened her emotionally, but she'd always tried to save them. She'd never killed them herself, on purpose.

"Killing will get easier now that you've done it for the first time." spoke the voice in her head.

"It was easy. That's the worst part. Maybe it was what you did to me, but even though it's worn off, I know I could do that again, and that scares me. Murder shouldn't be easy."

"You are going to have to do a lot of things you do not want to in the coming days and months. Many more people will perish, some by your hand, and I will not alter your brain next time. This may not be what you want me to say to you, but it is what you need to hear. I have never been a sugar-coater."

"Thanks for the rallying talk," Fay thought back sarcastically, before she stood up and approached the rest of the chosen. As she did, she looked around and assessed the scene. Quoris was right, of course, and so was Fay. She had seen so much death that the bodies she had killed did not stir emotion from her. Besides, the soldiers were here to kill them. If anybody should feel guilty for the widowed wives and orphaned children, it was the soldiers. They chose this path. They chose to face danger. They chose to fight. The Chosen of the Legionnaires did not.

"Does anybody need medical attention?" she asked aloud.


Molly inwardly wished that new people wouldn't keep showing up. Just a tiny gap. That's all she asked for. Just a tiny gap to let her actually have a conversation, or leave, instead of being trapped in and endless cycle of handshakes and new names. It was just like when the not-yet-Runaways used to be forced to hangout during what she later discovered were ritual sacrifices carried out by The Pride. She quickly abandoned this train of thought because thinking about her parents, and about Alex, would make her melancholy. That wouldn't be a great first impression.

Molly shook Diego's hand, smiled, and introduced herself in a friendly manner, though the enthusiasm was wearing off. That's when Reese spoke up. She didn't show any reaction to seeing the helmet, but the moment he mentioned Nova Corps, her eyes lit up and her whole demeanor changed. "Ooh! I've heard of the Nova Corps! I had a friend called Xavin who had dealings and negotiations with them a lot before she came to Earth. She used to tell us the stories. She was Skrull royal family so was a diplomat a lot. If you know where she is now, please let me know."

Stop it, Molly. Don't get Melancholy. I know you miss her, but stay happy. Tell them all how you ended up here.

"I used to be in a team called The Runaways a few years back. We weren't strictly a hero team, but we did do hero stuff on occasion. We were really just a group of friends. We didn't even all have powers. Anyway, we all went our separate ways a few years ago, and I've been bouncing from foster home to foster home, whist trying to catch up with school. Then I get a call from Tony Stark a few days ago, and now I'm an freakin' Avenger!...Kind of. I'm a mutant, and as I think everyone but Diego has seen, my power is super strength. I'm also invulnerable. At least, as far as it's ever been tested."

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Alright. In the process of going back to college.


Heidi no longer needed to take classes. You couldn't really spend a year teaching a mutant who could teach herself the entire curriculum to an A+ standard in one day. That said, she would be bored without the daily structure, so was currently sitting in a History class. History as actually a rather interesting subject for Heidi, because every lesson, every textbook, every different source taught something brand new that you wouldn't find in all your previous sources. She could actually learn new things by attending the class, that she couldn't learn from finding academic textbooks and getting through them all in one night, which had been her method for passing most of her other classes on the second day, choosing to instead devote the time she'd spend 'learning' instead reading or skipping class entirely to work on her...secret project.

This History class also had the distinction of actually being for her age group, which was preferable to the embarrassment of sitting with children 18 or older, though this class also had it's downsides. Heidi was seen as a smartass and a teacher's pet, and all manner of things which the other kids labelled her in an attempt to spin their jealousy into something that she was doing and that was her fault. This, coupled with Heidi's hearing impairment, and also her difficulty in having conversations without getting overwhelmed, meant that she didn't have any friends in this class. Of course, she had difficulty making friends in general, but she found that older students would often put energy into becoming Heidi's friend, and being rewarded with Heidi's eventual ability to relax around them and say the first thing she thinks.

Heidi was interrupted by a thought entering her head, telling her that she will be called out of the class by Jean Grey, and to start preparing and packing away her books now, which she promptly did without question, running through the likelihood of every conceivable reason she would be called away by a teacher. She knew she wasn't in trouble. It was very likely to be because of how difficult she was to teach, or maybe they had found out about her little 'secret project'. After all, it wasn't exactly on the curriculum to build a combat exoskeleton in your dorm room but Heidi had dreams of joining the X-Men, and she wasn't exactly going to be called upon if she couldn't go toe-to-toe with the Brotherhood in a fight.

Wasn't she?

Before Heidi knew it, she blinked, and she was standing in the courtyard. Jean had collected her from class, walked with her, and the two had engaged in light conversation before Jean dropped her off and went to collect more students. Heidi, looking back on the memories of what she'd been doing whilst she was on auto-pilot and it's amazing how much easier she found talking when she wasn't thinking about it. Maybe this is how she should talk to people from now on, though she would prefer more control over what she was saying than that. Heidi noticed that there were three other girls there. All older than her. Non of whom she'd ever spoken to properly, though she knew the names, ages and mutant abilities of each. She paid attention to the student roster. She liked knowing who she was in school with, and what they could do.


Eilidh yelled out in pain as her side was pierced, but all this really did was make her angrier. She turned round with surprising agility for a horse yet still far more awkward and cumbersome than the gladiator. She grimaced and nodded at George's redundant advice but didn't have the energy or time to retort.

Bast chose to assist at this moment, which she actually appreciated, especially as he did so without interfering too much. All he did was buy her a few seconds, and cut down the gladiator's manoeuvring distance. "Thank you for the assistance!" She called back, as she charged again, but this time, just before she reached him, she stopped dead, hoping that in his mind he had already made his move, and would begin to make it, allowing her to see where he was going to attempt to position himself. Then, with a sudden and surprising burst of speed, she seemed to shoot forward without moving her hooves, and sliced up with a swing more powerful than all but the strongest humans were capable of. She was hoping to catch his weapon, which if he was taken off guard, he would likely use to defend himself, and if she caught his weapon and lifted it, she would then slice down at his unguarded body.

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Maeda Hitomi



"Sure," Hitomi replied, smiling at nodding at Tomoe. "Let's head back to the room. If they are planning anything, there's not much I can do right now. I'll always be able to step in later, when there's more concrete evidence to use. But for now, let's go back and chill."

As the two were making their way back to the room, with Hitomi draping one arm over Tomoe's shoulder like a big sister, Action landed in front of them in a striking, bad-ass pose. Tomoe would notice Hitomi blushing a little and muttering "He's so cool..." to herself. Oh dear. She's got it bad.

"Well," replied Hitomi, impressively keeping her cool in regards to outward appearence, "There's a little sort of competition to determine the fate of an idea called 'The Komei Collective'. It's basically like a practice agency, with students from all the different classes playing the roles that they'd be likely to play in a real agency when they graduate. It's a fantastic idea in theory, but...I'm worried that the class 1B clique are going to try and use it as a power grab and I don't want this idea to become a political tactic. Enough about that. What have you been up to?"

@liferusher@Conscripts






Mako Akane


Mako began to listen to Jean's story with interest. This was her first glimpses into who this man actually was, that she'd ever heard before. When he mentioned that he got married, she started to feel a new, strong surge of regret that she ran away all those years ago, but that feeling dulled when Jean didn't go into detail about what happened next. He didn't have to. As she read his eyes and his mannerisms, his silence told her all she needed to know. She did want to know what his connection to Miss Beaumont was, but she wasn't going to pry. He hadn't gone into detail for a reason. Now that she knew a bit more, she wanted to swing it back around to flirting. She was much more comfortable being coy than she was being honest and open. Not that she had any qualms about spilling her guts, but the more Jean did not, the more curious she became, and it was rather torturous.

"You know, I'd like to have kids one day. But I'm thirty-eight," Mako sighed with a sly smile. "The clock's ticking."

Mako's buzzer chose this perfectly ironic moment to then start going off, causaing Mako to stiffen, blush and visibly die inside. "Ah...that's my time up. I need to head back to the Academy now..."

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Molly was still ogling the hall like a fangirl when a red-haired woman emerged and she quickly snapped out of it and tried to look chill. This wasn't a fellow teen. This was a woman. Early to mid 20's at an estimate. Holly suddenly became worried about the possibility that even though she was much older now, she was going to be the baby of the group all over again. Just great...at least people treat 17 year olds a lot more seriously than 12 year olds. Maybe? Hopefully. Despite this, she smiled and nodded at this woman, before the elevator opened and a girl who's age seemed a little closer to Molly's emerged, explained that she needed to go dump her bags and left again.

"Makes sense, makes sense," Molly replied to Kate, even though Kate was long gone and Molly was essentially talking to herself. She turned back to the redhead, approached her and offered her hand. "What's up? My name's Molly Hayes. I have super strength. Look forward to working with you."

The other girl came back shortly afterward, and introduced herself, offering her own hand for Molly to shake. Molly put down her three heavy-looking suitcases before shaking her hand, and Kate would notice that her glowing violet eyes turned to an ordinary-looking green and stopped glowing when she did this. "Sorry. Super strength. Can't be too careful. I'm Molly. Hi! There's no furniture in the rooms, you say? You mean, like a hostel?" The tall girl looked a little dejected and downcast at this. "Man, I just came from a hostel!"

That's when another boy approached them, voicing similar concerns about the lack of furniture that had been reported, an introduced himself as Reece. As Molly shook his hand, she muttered "I'm not gonna remember all these names..." before introcusing herself out loud as "Molly. Molly Hayes." She didn't notice Miles enter the building behind her. Or maybe she did but subconsciously wanted a break from all the handshaking and barrage of new names to remember.

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