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Hello yes I am dying and college is a very hard thing.

Im trying really hard to balance workloads and stuff right now, so I am trying to see what I can do, but in the worst case scenario where I can't hold the commitment I used to I'll let you guys know. ;___; again, Im very sorry for being so off the grid and the like.
*dies*

I... started college and oh lord I have been tanked with workloads for this program. I am so sorry for the inactivity, and Im trying to see if in some way I can continue to stay on here and balance my workload as it comes. If I do have to drop out because of it, I'll let you guys know ;__;
Maxi had, of course, heeded the mission call and got all the details. A pretty simple information gathering mission that he could be fairly lazy on and keep to himself for. He didn’t need any weapons- his mind would suffice in defending himself of any potential danger around him. His med bot could be seen as fairly suspicious, however, so he left it behind. Everyone else had left the ship before him; Maxi trailed behind last, looking around and taking in the sights as Stryker led them to the rendezvous point.

He didn’t head in off the bat; he spent some time looking around the vicinity, allowing the rest to trickle in first before he finally joined them. It looked as if more or less everyone had paired off and began to chat with the occupants in the bar- he took this as a queue to observe to spare himself from having to talk. Though, he did have to get a drink; he didn’t want to drink it, but he had to at least look natural.

A few moments later, Maxi was settled in near the back of the bar, a rather light drink in one hand that he really didn’t plan to drink. His eyes scanned over every inch of the bar behind his glasses, his perceptive power slowly turning on as he willed it to to detect any potential fatal danger that could occur. After a moment, he received Strykers instructions; observe and analyze while there was a distraction. Luckily enough, he was in a fairly good position to do so already; so he focused more on listening in to the people around him, remembering the faces, identifying the guards, and other social based interactions going on.
It was bad. Everything was bad and awful and going way too fast for her to process, despite the fact that she had mentally prepared for it prior. For a second the world had cut out, leaving her suspended in silence and worry before mental flashes of the combat going on entered her mind. She didn’t know what to do, nor did she have the training to think and act as quickly as the others. She only managed to regain her mental balance when a map of the surroundings were projected in her mind, along with instructions on what to do. Quicksand the floor. Yeah… she could do that. Shouldn’t be hard.

The world laid out in front of her, bonny focused her mind. She could change what she wanted here, and she wanted to make the ground around the guards unstable and quicksand-y so that they couldn’t follow them. She focused on each step the soldiers were taking, imagining their feet sinking into the ground instead of making contact and allowing them to continue walking. Sink… sink…

After a few seconds of focus, Bonny got what she wanted- well, more or less. Instead of stepping onto hard ground to continue the advance, the enemies moving forward began to get caught in ground that was once stable. Legs began to sink down into the ground, similar to quicksand, though the ground where the guards weren’t stepping seemed perfectly fine to walk on. Bonny kept her focus on her task, keeping it so that the people now trapped in the floor wouldn’t have an easy way out.

“... This’ll do?” she asked, once she felt she had a good grip on the situation.
The moralistic tension was thick enough to be cut with a knife, and deep down Bonny was relieved she could stay silent without any serious negative side effects. The previously discussed road to pacifism was more or less upheld, and the death count was minimal. It was hard to say after what she saw that no one here deserved severe consequences, but her, being on literally her first day on life or death missions, really wasn’t prepared to be involved in dealing out a life or death punishment. She watched from the mental view she was given as Heidi rummaged through the desk, pulling out files and messing with the computer. Getting evidence of what was happening and exposing this person to face the music seemed like a nice plan to her.

Heidi brought up a very valid point that Bonny had neglected to consider the entire time- those kids. They were locked up, tortured, and put through heck and back. Of course they’d lash out at the first granted opportunity. She cringed internally at the realization that the odds of someone not getting killed (on either side) were slim. All she could do was try to make sure the team she came in with wasn’t the ones that got killed in the violence to come. She definitely didn’t like it, but it wasn’t like she could mind control everyone in the building to not fight (as much as she wished she could do so).

Someone (wait, who was that?) opened the closed cement door that once sealed the exit, and bonny mentally prepared herself for what would happen. She'd back everyone up and prevent casualties to the best of her abilities.
ah boy, the week right before moving into college. I'm going to try to get a post up soon, but things have been a little hectic x-x
Id be fine with that! Im going to be starting college in a week, though, so this week Im prepping all my stuff and I may be a little silent. ;w;''
... shouldn't there be a window in which characters can do something to stop that death from happening? Bonny is in a position where she potentially could and definitely would try to stop the murder (or at least delay his death until she wakes up), since I'd imagine doing all those actions (moving, latching on, and draining blood) would take enough time for her to mentally react before he dies. From "Cable's giant, chiseled, cyborg arms.".
Bonny did not get involved in all of the punching and fighting. While the rest seemed rather skilled at fighting and dispatching enemies, Bonny… well, was not. When guards were visible down the hall, she intentionally hung back and let someone else engage in combat, trying not to look at all. It was kind of odd, being the only one without some form of combat skill, but in the end things worked out just fine.

She poked her head into the room last, slipping inside once everything was in the clear. Only one person was in the room, and they looked pretty important. Booker acted quickly to prevent any backup being called (with a rather cool looking mutation to boot), and it was hardly any time before the target was immobilized and caught. Nice, things were going pretty smooth already. She heard Emma speak before feeling the telepath wrap her arms around her, and Bonny gave a simple nod in understanding before everything went black.

The world spun back into focus in an unknown amount of time, and for a second Bonny thought that she had woken up again. It took the wall closing up on its own to show that she was, in fact, dreaming- to her, it simply felt like she was observing the room from where she was. She chalked up her ability to see the events around her to Emmas telepathy, and left it at that.

Although she couldn’t chime into the conversation at that point, she listened to the best of her ability. Up until Cable mentioned “When this man dies”. Bonny looked around the dreamscape she was in, trying to find Emma before just giving up and speaking to the air. Maybe she’d hear her. “Uh, did I hear that right? ‘When this man dies’? I thought we were on a ‘no murder spree’ here. Like, none.” The worst they’d done was just beat up a few people, right…? They weren’t- heck, she wasn’t going to have blood on her hands from involvement.

My post is kind of bad but I did my best. I need to figure out what to do with this science nerd; he hasn't got many interactions chalked up to him, heck.
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