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Erik Lensherr ([info]augur) wrote in [info]x_emplary,
@ 2008-02-18 10:22:00

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Entry tags:alex summers, erik lensherr, gloria munoz, jean grey, jubilation lee, keniuchio harada, kevin ford, kurt wagner, melody jacobs, monet st croix, rahne sinclair, remy lebeau, scott summers, shiro yoshida, sun tao-yu, the stepford triplets, wanda maximoff

We Shall Not Be Moved. [open to Brotherhood and X-Men]
It was by nobody's standards an ideal day to hold a protest. The weather was overcast-- rain was definitely on the horizon, and while the streets had been closed by the local council in order to let the protest march peacefully and safely up the street, by standing in the middle of the road in a thunderstorm the marchers truly were trying their luck. None of the weather forecasts had predicted lightning, but every single one of those forecasters knew that the weather could turn on you as quickly as a wild animal, that trying to predict it was a fickle art, and while you could monitor trends, you could never be one hundred percent sure of what was to come.

It was the only legitimate form of fortune telling out there, but it would not take a climatologist or a psychic to predict that trouble was looming on the horizon today.

The protest was walking down Waterbury St towards Cromwell High School. The roads were cleared ahead of the march, and leading the pack was one of the higher members of the Friends of Humanity, a society dedicated to the continued preservation of human superiority. Their aim was not, as their signs preaching Safe Schools declared, to keep society safe, but to keep society pure of the unpredictable, the unknown, the new.

Half a block in front of the protest, a man rose slowly up through the bitumen. He was dressed very nicely in a suit and tie, with his black leather shoes polished enough for them to shine. Erik had always had a flair for the dramatic. Perhaps it was because his home life was so terribly unassuming, and the nature of his powers was made more for stealth and secrecy than for theatrics, but whenever he had the attention of a crowd he certainly came into himself. The protest slowed down to a stop, moving no closer towards the terrorist.

"Surely you would have learnt by now." He said loudly, projecting his voice in a very theatrical manner. He would've been at home reading the bard. "Cromwell High School have made the right decision. I suggest you disperse now, while you're still well enough to take your children to school tomorrow morning, or you can stay and suffer the consequences."

For several seconds, the march stayed immobile, as his message was murmured and carried down through the crowd so everyone could hear what he had said. But they were not the kind who idly accepted and yielded to threats, even when it would've been the sensible course of action. Instead, they slowly began to march towards Erik once more.

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[info]lupine
2008-02-18 02:44 am UTC (link)
Flying to Connecticut was not a show of laziness on his part, no. It was more a necessity thing, or at least that's what Scott was telling himself. It was a twenty minute flight or a two hour car ride and when forced to choose between the two, Scott chose flying. Besides, he liked flying. Found it relaxing, even, and he was of the opinion that it was important to be relaxed before heading into a potential battle.

Potential. Scott was nothing if not an optimist. He was hoping that Erik would choose this time to simply be all talk and no action. The chances of that happening were slim, but again, Scott was an optimist.

"How to get down…" Scott muttered to himself as he looked down at the jet's controls. Radar (not to mention his own eyes and knowledge of the area) didn't show many places appropriate for landing. There was a freeway and a patch of woods around the school and small town, but none of those were actually clear enough for landing an entire jet. It looked as if completely ruining the school's football field and track were going to be unavoidable.

He turned to look at Alex in the copilot's seat. "Initiate landing," he said, steering a sharp right towards the football field. They slipped down through the clouds, quickly losing altitude above the school. There was no way that those below could miss their approach.

They were on the ground about five minutes later and Scott was quick to cut the engines and lower the ramp to allow his team out. Both he and Xavier had delivered a plan of attack back at the mansion and there was little time to repeat it now. "Do not engage Eirk Lensherr," was the only thing he repeated loudly and firmly to the leather and Kevlar clad mutants before he began the process of shifting forms.

He would be the last one off of the Blackbird, which was fine. He trusted the team and they had their instructions. Protect the FOH members who couldn't protect themselves, along with the students, police officers, and bystanders who might be hurt in the fallout. They were to try and avoid seriously maiming any Brotherhood members, though in the end, protection was the most important thing.

Scott eventually padded down the ramp, landing on the ground of the field just in time to watch Monet look around and say, "Oh look. Nothing left for me to do here…"

It was possible they'd mussed the football field beyond all repair, but that was besides the point. Scott pushed past the team and started running towards the front of the school.

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[info]timetogo
2008-02-18 07:51 am UTC (link)
Aside from the fact that things were bound to get dirty again, Shiro was also worried about the obvious rain that was going to come down at them. It wasn't that he was afraid of getting his kevlar wet (one with a relatively deep V-shaped collar with the vertex almost right on his heart), it was that fireworks and rain never blended well. Sure his fireworks were superior and nice, but it was still the fact that when doused, pyrotechnics like his did not fare very well.

He hopped off the ramp as soon as he was only two paces away from the sad football field and glanced behind him to try and look for Jubilee who was his partner in crime in case things too out of hand. But instead of the English accent, an older voice came to his ears.

"Don't fret, Shiro."

Glancing towards the brunette, Shiro found Wanda smiling at him...and not with one that mocked his disposition or his record for running, but one that was well...a nice smile. He tried one himself, "I'm not fretting."

Wanda glanced behind her (her kevlar suit's zipper could be raised all the way to the top of her turtle neck but she likes to breathe and so the zipper would be found deep into her shapely breasts but she didn't have cup sizes that spilt on tight clothes), then said, "It'll be okay, I think. We're all here for you."

"What would you do if you met your father, though?"

"Hmm...what would I do?" Wanda turned now to Shiro who slid his glasses off the slit of a pocket on his breast and wore it on his eyes, "I wonder," was all she'd said.

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[info]laminar
2008-02-18 12:32 pm UTC (link)
Jubilee was doing up the last clasp on her glove as she approached her teammates already on solid ground. She knew what her job was - evacuate people in danger, which may or may not include the affluent Mr Yoshida, excuse, Kamuro. Teleportation was so handy for a quick getaway.

"I have your back," she said as she demonstrated, jabbing Shiro gently in the shoulder. "And you had better cover my ass." She made a face at Wanda too, the unspoken here being what was public knowledge, that fireworks man? Was a bit of a wuss.

Following Scott into what would be the center of the fray, Jubilee hung to the back a little, on the defensive. It said a lot that the leather of her uniform no longer squeaked or chaffed when she moved - the frequency of these sort of missions were not high, but they were strenuous, and the X-Men certainly got their money's worth with the clothes they wore. Jubilee's was modified so that the Kevlar was only concentrated in certain areas, to suit her frame and strength level. Sure she ran a risk of amputation, but really, who didn't these days?

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[info]shinemystar
2008-02-18 01:04 pm UTC (link)
Wanda gave a wider smile at that, "I told him not to fret."

"I'm not fretting," and if Shiro had been any younger, he would have surely pouted or made it known that he was displeased. "I've gotten better since I started joining you in some missions, okay?"

"That's all right, Kamuro," said Wanda with an encouraging shrug; using his codename also was somehow to get her in gear with this campaign. "You have two girls watching your back, what's there to worry about?" and when the poor Japanese man just sighed and followed behind Jubilee, Wanda gave a little giggle before turning back to look for her brother.

Where was her precious dragonfly? If Jubilee had Shiro to look after, she would have Pietro to keep safe...

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[info]underthesun
2008-02-18 08:03 am UTC (link)
Kevin frowned when he found that the protest had continued their advancement, pushing himself from his crouched position and watching them move like an army of ants from where he stood. Wind bellowed and whistled through his ears and it was a particularly cool day, then.

A fine day for the protesters to pick.

But the way things went, he doubted he could attack the ground that the protest marched on now, seeing as even that would come as an offensive to Erik. So the best plan to be useful now was to focus on the X-Men whose arrival...

Had come just when he was about to ask his closest brother where they were. His eyes followed them where their jet flew and knew that it was going to be his job (or at least had taken it to himself) to make sure they made as little mess as they could.

But flying there all on his lonesome was going to be one of (and had been) the worst mistakes he'll ever be entitled to -- and so he turned to his fellow nearest to him and called, "The other party's here. Care to join me in the welcome?"

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[info]electrum
2008-02-19 03:37 am UTC (link)
Popular belief would suggest that the oncoming weather conditions would hinder Melody’s abilities. Rain and electricity didn’t exactly mix very well, but it was rare that pure water actually made it down to their level, and so, full of tiny little conductors, it wasn’t exactly beneficial, but it wasn’t anything that she was going to worry about today. She’d been standing by, waiting the inevitable arrival of the X-men. Her abilities were more appropriate for dealing with them today, than pursuing any of the protesters. Erik said he didn’t want any of them hurt and, well, she was too offensive to do anything but stand there and tell them to back off, or maybe run around them really fast. It wasn’t very helpful.

She watched the jet go overhead, and then left the bricks she’d been leaning on to find a more appropriate position for interception. Rahne and the Hive freaks were already engaged, as was Remy. The protesters had already assembled themselves into a mob, and as much as Melody wanted to interfere, she knew it wasn’t a good idea, and she didn’t even want to deal with Erik being cross with her later. She tried intermixing with the bystanders, watching the crowd and the perimeter, making sure none of her teammates were getting snuck up on or double teamed by the X-men. She was just in earshot when she heard Kevin’s call for a partner, giving a sharp nod toward the rest of the oncoming team. Jogging a bit closer (she’d save her sprints for when she needed them) she raised a brow and glanced back over to where the so-called heroes were marching onto the scene. “Any bright ideas?”

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[info]underthesun
2008-02-19 04:06 am UTC (link)
He'd hopped off his roof and descended down to Melody's level, air current burning under his sole until they'd meet tiles to land on (he found a clean spot somewhere in the corner). "Not much, just the basic 'attack while you can'," shared Kevin as he turned towards the crowd and watched the mayhem. The Harbinger had done a good job stunning the protest and now the Hive were doing the thing of confusion. He was confident that they could take them on on their own.

"No doubt the X-Men are going to try and join the crowd while they can -- if we attack now, the X-Men will be split in two and our half of them won't easily take on the surprise," eyes now turned to Melody, "I'm going to attack from the top." and with this, he looked up and started his flight, the surrounding air burning at his command.

And when he was high enough (to the height where he was almost neighbors with the fireworks), Kevin spun and flame surrounded his body as he started towards the direction he'd seen the jet fly to. In a blink of his eyes, he would find red-shaded figures moving behind the school; the jet's thermal signature was all too familiar to him, too.

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[info]harbinger
2008-02-18 12:48 pm UTC (link)
Her flight could be as smooth as a seagull in graceful glide or as sudden as an eagle swiftly latching on a scurrying prey. Rahne flew in the latter manner as she dove into the crowd like a falling missile. Perhaps it was in that sense that the crowd moved back when she landed, and more so when she brandished two short swords from behind and pointed them against the people approaching Erik, daring them to step closer.

Indeed, wherever Erik and his brotherhood were, there was Harbinger. She was an embodiment, a declaration of the Brotherhood's own will and spirit. She was already a staple face amongst the F.O.H. or the X-Men but it did not at all mean that she could be so predictable or more easily brushed off in each time. Every siege, every conquest she promises to present something new, something even more vicious.

Because in her eyes those protestors were not people, or say, mere power-less homo sapiens. They were Obstacles and she yearned only to rid of them.

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[info]thehive
2008-02-19 01:28 am UTC (link)
A small, unofficial fan club had begun to develop among the duplicates. They were interrupted in their work just in time to watch Rahne swoop in from above.

One of the duplicates snapped her fingers. The two split. Protesters might be able to find one or two, but until the numbers became much larger, would not notice the amount of pretty blonde girls infiltrating their crowd.

It took a good two minutes before the girls cleared the adoration from their eyes and continued to multiply. It wouldn't be long before their numbers became obvious.

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[info]levistrauss
2008-02-19 02:00 am UTC (link)
Her grass-roots effort to get the protest to disband was not being so successful. All she'd managed was to extract a few sympathetic worried looks and nods from the others, but they seemed determined to soldier on and to defend their right to free speech. Jean was all for free speech, but when your safety was threatened, you really did have to think twice about what you were saying.

Nevertheless, she pushed on forward with the crowd. If she could not get them to leave, she would protect them from the inside. She kept her eye peeled, and it didn't take a genius to notice the subtle infiltration of the small blonde women. Sure, the first few of them might've been twins, or triplets, or maybe even quads, but it was tacky to dress alike, and no woman could possibly pump out twenty identical children. That was impossible.

She buried herself amongst the throng, and thanks to the preoccupation of the crowd, distracted by the dive-bombing angel and the odd way the ground was shaking, so she was able to shift her form from the stocky woman of before to the petite blonde woman who were slowly filling the crowd.

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[info]thehive
2008-02-19 02:14 am UTC (link)
One of the duplicates caught a glance at Jean, who now looked identical to them, and smiled to her secretively. The paranoid might suspect that the multiplying blonde women had a way of telling each other apart, but the smile lasted only seconds before the members of the Hive went about through the crowd.

And it wasn't long before the rest of the crowd began to notice too. The angel was out of arms reach, the trembling ground terrifying. But an army of small, blonde girls? They were now a target for paranoid, hate-filled and terrified humans.

The protesters threw the first blow. Or blows.

It was The Hive's plan from the start. Mob the innocent looking girls, and the Brotherhood would have the moral authority to keep the fight going by defending one of their own.

Mobs were so easy to manipulate. The Stepfords were prepared for losses on their side and did little to defend themselves as some of the protesters began to kick them, using their signs as make-shift clubs. One or two were already on the ground, bleeding.

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[info]shattering
2008-02-18 10:32 pm UTC (link)
In her opinion? This was the best way to start off a day. A little prayer, a little food, a little drizzle, and a little ass-kicking. All before going to work that evening. "We should have more days like these," she said to her teammates as they headed towards. She was pretty sure their esteemed team leader growled in her direction, but she didn't care. Really, they all should have been happy that she was in such a pleasant mood for this mission and talking to them in more than one word replies to begin with.

Her job here was less about using her powers and more about using honed self defense skills to keep the members of the Brotherhood away from the FOH and the bystanders. Her powers were too destructive to use full on in a residential situation such as this. She'd destroy something, the team would be slaughtered in the news, someone would try to sue... yes, Monet had been there before.

When she rushed into the fray she did try to keep the instructions she'd been given in mind. No powers, no powers, no powers, no powers--

The earth shook when she noticed a male Brotherhood member advancing towards the crowds of protesters. Instinct took over as she pointed her hands towards the street in front of him and dragged the ground upwards, creating a rather large crack in the sidewalk and street that separated him from them.

Monet didn't bother looking at the rest of the team. Plenty of time to be yelled at later. She ran after Erik's man.

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[info]shadowthief
2008-02-18 11:09 pm UTC (link)
Remy was in his half-shadow form. He wasn't quite a complete wisp of a shadow, but he was still solid enough to be upright. Being outdoors, he had nothing but the ground to stick his shadowy figure to. Plus, he'd be stepped on in a large crowd.

He had been lurking along the outskirts, watching the crowd. Other members of the Brotherhood were advancing towards the protesters. Remy glanced across the street, checked the traffic and started to move towards the protest. A few people on the fringe saw him - a dark black figure with no features walking towards them.

But as he strode towards the crowd, the ground began to move under him. He stopped, turning to look back over his shoulder. As soon as he saw the girl running towards him, he dropped down into a full shadow on the ground and slid quickly across the street to the protection of a tree's shadow.

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[info]shattering
2008-02-19 01:10 am UTC (link)
She had to start reading the briefings. Or even listening to Scott before running into things. Likely she wouldn't have been surprised when the man she was rushing at turned into... was it smoke? Fog? Mist? Shadow? Invisible? She couldn't tell. And then he pretty much disappeared from her vision.

She so should have listened.

Monet thrust her hands out in front of her and started shaking things up. "Come out, come out where ever you are..."

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[info]shadowthief
2008-02-19 02:02 am UTC (link)
Protesters had started moving the opposite direction of the crack that had formed in the street. A few were shouting that the ground had moved - others continued their protest.

In shadow form, Remy slid up the side of the tree, still hidden on the dark side of the tree. The X-girl seemed to be using her power with her hands, making the ground shake. He needed to follow Erik's instructions - to stop her. Shooting down from the tree, he dodged between people mingling along the street, and crossed over behind the girl.

He was back in human form in a flash. From behind the girl, he wrapped her in hug, pinning her arms to her side.

"Hey, girl. Knock it off. You wanna go hurtin' somebody?" Remy hissed in her ear.

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[info]electrum
2008-02-19 05:13 am UTC (link)
Agreeing with Kevin’s battle plan, Melody watched him fly off for a moment before she looked back the group of opposing mutants. If he was going by air, she, with no other choice, really, was staying on terra firma, and that was okay with her. Mel had been with the Brotherhood for a quite a while, so this whole mutant versus mutant thing wasn’t new to her at all. Each time they met, she found new things to be aware of, whether it was new members, or finding new ways to use her own abilities against the usual cast. When she noticed an opening in their formation, she immediately took action. Revving herself up a bit, she buzzed her way to the group of X-Men that had yet to make their way to the protesting crowd. She sped a around them a few times, hoping to stir up a little confusion before stopping at the head of the group. She didn’t want to use up all of her juice just yet. They knew what she was capable of, so there was no need for her to be flashy about her intentions. There was no cocky smirk, no shit talking or general taunting. Her abilities spoke for themselves, and all that stuff just wasn’t her style. If they were going to make their move, they might as well do it now.

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[info]lornas
2008-02-19 05:23 pm UTC (link)
Lorna, as a part of the group who hadn't taken part in the action thus far, was trying to keep her very... Well, aggressive powers at bay. So long as she wasn't using her powers, she wasn't burning people or running the risk of killing. So as far as Lorna was concerned, standing back was a good idea.

Melody's approach, however, broke Lorna's state of apprehension. If the other girl was asking for it, well, Lorna wasn't going to deny her a one-on-one. The electric energy radiating off Melody prickled at Lorna's skin, as if she had just walked across a carpet in socks and was touching a door knob. With such electric powers, she didn't know what the consequences of her microwave radiation would be in response to the other girl's. Oh well, time for a test.

Firing up, Lorna superheated the air around her. Maybe it would scare the other girl before she had to risk burning her. Lorna didn't know her -- she didn't know her life story, if she had bad intentions or if she'd just fallen into Eric's trap like so many others. How could you hurt someone you didn't know anything about? Lorna would only take a defensive position, and keep to that, before the other girl started her offensive. Flames licked at the air around her, and she glowed red to the eye.

"Why hello there." Smirk.

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[info]underthesun
2008-02-20 06:13 am UTC (link)
Perhaps it was much to Melody's luck or advantage that the Brotherhood also had their own fiery mutant to put into the game.

From his flight, Kevin fell with some impact onto the sad football field, flaring with the sun's flame and burning a spot on the grasses as he stared hard onto the X-Men he and Electrode have pinned. There was a particular brunette there that had been dashing towards him when he was on his way to landing but had stopped when he'd reached ground. He turned to her with stoic eyes, "We can't let you do this."

The brunette would take on a stance and she would glow, but no words came from her. Clearly she was tensed.

Moving his eyesight from her, Kevin now found that burning woman who faced Melody -- and if he was just putting his powers at such a high level, it wasn't really known. But he wasn't about to let this one be an obstacle to Melody.

Feet levitated off the ground and he spun his way towards the brunette blocking his way who had cried and thrown herself to the soil.

The only warning that the burning woman would probably hear was a 'Wildfire, behind you!!' as The Sun literally burned towards her and grabbed her and hoisted her up to flight with him.

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[info]cattales
2008-02-19 06:28 am UTC (link)
When Scott had shifted, Sun was already in his cat form. If their goal was crowd protection, this one was, strangely, the most effective. He slipped into the crowd easily, searching for the children - not many, since it wasn't a school day - who'd been swept up into the protest with their parents. Children liked cats. Cats were cute, and fuzzy, and harmless. And children were easily distracted.

It wasn't hard to get a pair of little girls - and their parents, who were torn between the increasingly-unruly protest and their children - to follow him to the edges of the crowd, away from the X-men.

As soon as he'd broken free of the crowd with his newfound friends, he turned tail and darted back in, knowing that soon (or maybe 'now') this type of crowd dispersal would be too slow and that'd he'd likely end up having to be a bit more showy.

Less cute, more claws.

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[info]backfire
2008-02-19 06:48 am UTC (link)
Kurt Wagner took in the rapidly escalating scene with quiet anxiety. No one in their proper mind was ever "pro-war," but sometimes violence was the only way to protect yourself and your rights. The Friends of Humanity wanted Kurt and his kind dead. Segregated, at the vary least. So it was that he took his position at Augur's side.

Despite Remy and Monet's infighting, the protester's had been slowed considerably. Rahne was a beautifully terrifying sight; who wouldn't hesitate when facing an angel? Anna and the Stepfords were causing chaos right in the heart of the mob. It was plain to see the march's organization falling apart, but that meant it was only just getting dangerous.

Power tingled deep inside Kurt's gut. He'd stored up quite a bit of energy over the days leading up today, mostly from the electrical outlets in the Brotherhood's hideout. Coupled with the general excitement of the moment, it felt like he was going to pop if he didn't release it soon.

Pointing with two fingers, he begun spraying the as yet slowly advancing crowd with maroon blasts of concussive force, keeping it to a level akin to a riot cop's beanbags or rubber bullets. They'd be bruised, but live.

Out of the corner of his eye, Kurt saw Kevin and Melody take off in the direction of the X-Men's damn jet. It was tempting to follow the energy casters he'd be able to feed off of, but Xavier's kids were secondary. It was a point of mutant pride that the protesters never reach school grounds.

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[info]lupine
2008-02-19 03:53 pm UTC (link)
His team had some work to do when they got back from this, Scott was deciding as he watched the battle. Monet was destroying the street and sidewalks going after an opponent she had no business facing, it looked like Shiro was up against two though Scott had lost track of that fight... the only thing he could tell for sure was that he couldn't smell blood yet.

He'd been doing the same thing as Sun, drawing people away using the spectacle of simply being a wolf. Children pointed and grabbed their parents to drag them to follow. It worked... until he heard someone mention calling the appropriate people about a possibly rabid wolf running around the streets. Scott turned, pushing back through the crowd and intending to go back into main fray. It wasn't long before he felt a sharp punching feeling in the side of his flank and when he looked in the direction it had come from, he knew where it was time to go next.

Scott growled as he ran towards the brotherhood member, using powerful hind legs to jump up on the man.

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[info]harbinger
2008-02-19 04:50 pm UTC (link)
They were instructed to attack the leader, but the leader was nowhere to be seen. Harbinger took upon locating the person amidst the commotion. Finding Kurt in Erik's side, Rahne found it safe to launch herself up in the air as her keen eyes sorted through the confusion for her target.

Seeing the 'giant bird' up in the air, the protestors thought they could derive amusement by hitting her while in flight. Rahne dodged, and the next thing the protestors knew the blunt ends of Rahne's bladed weapons had struck their jaws.

When Rahne soared up to the air anew, she found the wolf X-Man charging forth. She dove to him and once he would leap up to air, she would pick him up like a rabbit caught in talons, and fling him past to the other side of the street.

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[info]timetogo
2008-02-19 09:08 am UTC (link)
"Get away!" was his cry to the people he went against as he slipped in between bodies and bent to however he must bend while keeping a constant watch behind him and half-wishing his half-cousin would follow him. Perks of being knowledgable on the ways of escaping was that these things were quite natural to him.

And perks of being with the X-Men long enough was that Shiro had finally managed to find a little of that confidence and courage he needed to survive these campaigns. As soon as barren concrete came before, sparkles fizzled into existence once more and he spun to meet Kenuichio -- head turning to his sides in search of the discolored boy.

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[info]bonesetter
2008-02-19 09:49 am UTC (link)
Despite himself, Kenuichio flinched when Shiro attacked (barely attacked, why was he scared again?), throwing his hands up in front of his face and taking a hasty step back as light exploded in front of him. Instinct started to press new bone spars from his shoulders and back in a porcupine-like defense mechanism that he barely managed to stop. If Shiro had really meant to hurt him, he wouldn't have stopped right in front of Ken, and he wouldn't have let Ken have a chance to rub at his eyes and clear his vision before following through.

Shiro was, in a word, gone.

Going, rather.

It wasn't too hard to follow him, since the crowd was easily persuaded to stay out of his way now that his peculiar skin and hair color were revealed. He probably should've gone back to look for the leaders of this protest now that his opponent had fled, but Ken decided to take Erik's instruction to stop the X-men as his primary objective at the moment.

Kenuichio made it through the crowd seconds after Shiro had reached his destination, and found the other man already waiting. "Pretty lights," he commented. With his right hand, he reached for a small spar that was poking through the skin of his wrist, running parallel to his thumb, and pulled. When he yanked a little too quickly, a little too strongly, he had to bite his lip to keep from wincing, but then he had a weapon in hand: a rough, jagged knife of bone.

"I'm not going to kill you. If you want to run again, you can." If you're a coward, was the unspoken addition.

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[info]timetogo
2008-02-19 09:58 am UTC (link)
Shiro, in particular, eyed that bone knife his half-cousin held for a weapon and if Kenuichio winced, so did he. Why did he have to put himself up with knives today? It wasn't like he made any effort to even ask his father to have him take kendo classes, after all.

"I've had my days of running," was Shiro's response as he pushed with his adrenaline so that his plasmoids reacted more furiously. "And besides, why should I be scared of my own blood?" or partly, at least -- that was the after thought. A grunt escaped the older man as he shoved his right palm to the air and sent a beam of rainbow plasmoid streaks soaring towards Kenuichio. His left hand still had its mini firework display in case he missed and the boy lunged.

He was always an easy prey for those things -- but this time, he's counting on his hours in the danger room to save his arm.

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