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Academy X Mod Journal ([info]romyno) wrote in [info]academy_x,
@ 2010-04-12 09:39:00

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Entry tags:angel, avalanche, banshee, beast, boom boom, callisto, cannonball, chamber, cloak, copycat, dagger, darkstar, gambit, hellion, husk, icarus, lady mastermind, mercury, mirage, mystique, nightcrawler, northstar, pixie, plot!weapon x, professor x, psylocke, pyro, quicksilver, rogue, scarlet witch, shadowcat, siryn, skin, wind dancer, wither, wolfsbane, x 23

Who: Everyone!
When: Late Monday night, after curfew
Where: All over the mansion
What: Weapon X attack!
Notes: This is a bit long but please read all of it so everyone is on the same page. This thread will run like the field trip thread and you can also make separate threads if you want to. The attack will end with Weapon X eventually retreating, there will be another post for that later. Have fun :D



The soldiers had their orders. And while some thought the sheer number of the attack force to be rather ridiculous for a school, none would ever question their orders. Doing so never ended well. The Weapon X operatives had arrived on the mansion grounds mere minutes earlier, debriefed well before bypassing the security systems and the gates. They had already separated into their groups, most of them not expecting to see any action. It should have been a quick in and out job.

Vanessa Carylsle, pale-skinned and blonde-haired, led a small group of the top soldiers, taking them around to one of the small back doors that led in near the kitchen. She wrapped her arms tightly around her torso as one of the men picked the lock. They'd already hacked in, taken down all the security systems. They knew the mansion inside and out, every nook and cranny, every security measure. The door pushed open silently, and the group met the darkness of a school well after curfew, silent and empty. She knew students would be out after curfew, crammed in the Rec Room trying to avoid detection, visiting one another's rooms, getting ready to sneak out. She just hoped luck stayed with them. The former student led them past the kitchen, through the cafeteria (hearing a phantom crowd, remembering the laughter, the food fights, the arguments, the deep conversations, the scrambling to student for exams - she had to choke back a sigh), up the stairs, skipping the one that always creaked. As she headed the team, her mind swam with thoughts. They had brought so many soldiers! At least two per student and staff member. Even the dark-haired killing machine, the girl cloned from Logan, the most lethal weapon they had. Why would they bring her to a school full of children? Why so many soldiers? She prayed no one would see them, that they would grab Professor Xavier, find Cerebro, and make it out of there before anyone was the wiser. If not... She shuddered to think of the consequences.


The soldiers had their orders. Some found them strange, one or two might have considered them disturbing. But more of them looked forward to the chance to use their skills, stretch their legs, so to speak. They hoped something would go wrong, so they could have some fun. Some were armed with guns, some with tranquilizers, many of them had brought their own supplies, too: tasers, army knives, a night stick or two. They were prepared, the ones not charged with the stealth of a kidnapping waiting outside with baited breath, surrounding the mansion. They were to subdue the students and the staff that got in their way, to tranquilize anyone who interrupted - but they were to use lethal force on any threats. And a school full of mutants? The threats just ran rampant.


They were up the stairs. Vanessa led them past the student dormitories, to the staff suites. As they rounded on the hallway, she almost let out a sigh of relief. So far, so good. They had brought all that backup for nothing. They were so close, and with the security out of commission, who would get in their way? Logan might track them down later, but they would be long gone. She nodded down the hall, indicating a door on the other end of the hall. She should have brought them up the elevator, but feared it would alert someone to hear the mechanics of the elevator whirring. Slow but steady. They started down the hall, so close to their objective.


But so, so far. They made it only several steps down the hall when one of the doors opened. A lean redheaded man, clad only in green boxers, stepped out into the hall. Sean Cassidy craved a cup of coffee. And the craving had come at just the right time. The alert Irishman tensed the moment he walked into the hall, saw the shapes, let his eyes adjust to the darkness and even recognized one of the intruders. Oh hell. CHARLES. SAINTS ALIVE, CHARLES, GET UP. WE'RE UNDER ATTACK. He focused his thoughts on his old friend, well used to doing so after so many years. And he wasn't about to just leave it at a mental warning for the professor. His mouth opened at the same time, and a wordless scream left his lips - it served the dual purpose of alerting every staff member of the danger and pushed back the intruders with its psionic force. He turned, ran to Xavier's room.


Charles was startled awake by Sean's panicked thoughts. He instantly reached out telepathically. He saw for a moment what Sean saw, then tried to reach out to see into the minds of the people Banshee saw. He could see nothing. Xavier instantly sat up, pulling himself into his wheelchair. Not good. He couldn't sense any of the people he knew were in the hall. His eyebrows furrowed, knowing Sean would be with him in a moment. Everyone, wake immediately. We are under attack, soldiers in the staff hallway. There may be others. They are telepathically shielded. Protect the students and yourselves and evacuate them immediately. We do not know the extent of this attack yet, so be careful. He projected as calmly as he could - but he feared for the safety of all his students and all his staff. He never imagined something like this would happen.


Sean burst into the room. "Ye're first, Charles," he said, grabbing the wheelchair's handles. He sped into the hall. Xavier caught a glimpse of the attackers, tried to reach out to them mentally once more - but they were thoroughly shielded, every one of them. He frowned. He had to start the students' evacuations, he couldn't dwell on his inability to break past the impressive mental shields. Students, this is Xavier. I ask each and every one of you to follow the directions of the staff members who are about to find you without question and evacuate to the lower levels of the mansion as calmly and quickly as possible. Do not rush, do not get rambunctious and loud. Do as they ask, now. The now came out more forcefully than he meant.


The wheelchair sped into the elevator. Sean opened his mouth for one last scream, almost forcing the soldiers down the stairs. He slammed his hand into correct level number, and the doors closed. Xavier leaned his forehead into his hand, trying to keep track of the staff and students.


The soldier behind Vanessa frowned. He lifted his hand to his headset, clicking it on. "We've been compromised. Move in. Cut the power now." He wanted Xavier - and cutting the power gave them the powerful telepath caught in a solid metal cage. "Now!" he reiterated needlessly, just as their hacker forced his way into the right part of the system, cutting the power.


The power went out; the soldiers went in.


They had their orders.



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[info]du_nord
2010-04-14 04:06 am UTC (link)
Under different circumstances, jumping out a window enveloped in an attractive guy's wings would have been pleasantly invigorating. Just now, though, Jean-Paul didn't have any thoughts to spare to be pleased over the situation; there were men with guns pointed at him, and he wasn't going to stay to find out whether they were about to fire bullets or tranquilizer darts. He took off, outpacing Warren quickly as he darted into the sky, hopefully out of the range of bullets, and hovered there, hoping to see what was going on from this distance.

What he could see was not good. The school was dark from the loss of power, but there were lights down below around the mansion. Soldiers scurrying around, armed with guns. Flames coming from somewhere in the boys' dormitory. Shouting, screaming, gunshots. From the sky, it looked like an all-out siege -- so many soldiers! The teachers and students who were fighting back were clearly causing damage to the force, but even so, there were a lot of them left. JP glanced over at Warren, flashing back over to the winged boy to confer with him. "We must 'elp," he said with conviction: after all, they were here in training to become X-Men, or something of the sort, and this was just the sort of situation that called for teamwork. "I 'ave no powers of attack, but I 'ave the speed. Per'aps I will distract the soldiers, and you will 'ave the chance to do what you can." He wasn't sure exactly what Warren could do, but together, maybe they could at least draw the soldiers' attention away from more vulnerable targets on the ground.

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[info]angelonhigh
2010-04-14 10:54 am UTC (link)
While Warren could reach incredible speeds after he was already in the air, it usually involved diving of some kind. When he had no air to spare as it were during take-off, he was far slower. So he was right behind Jean-Paul, much slower and wings flapping harder. He could hear radios and see the flash of lights and laser sights zipping around as soldiers outside began to converge toward their position. Warren tried to distract himself with the sky, as if concentrating on it would get him up there faster. It was hard to make out where Jean-Paul went, only spotting the boy eventually from his movement.

Puffing his wings into his best, unsteady hovering pattern, Warren listened to Jean-Paul. "I'm not any good either, unless we can get the drop on them. I'll try to follow close and use you as a distraction." At this rate, with nothing on his person to drop and do damaged, he'd have to dive-bomb the soldiers himself. Hopefully momentum would make him stronger than whatever body armor they're wearing. He scanned for a smaller concentration of soldiers they could possibly pick off. "It looks like they're mostly around the campus. Let's start around the dorms and pick them off." It seemed like there were less soldiers there, at least for now. Plus that fire had Warren worried that someone might be trapped and he intended to check. Saving people from fires is the situation where the metaphoric hero bug bit Warren for the first time.

Without waiting for confirmation, he angled himself horizontal and then spread his wings. He began to fall and then tucked them back, soaring toward the dormitories.

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[info]du_nord
2010-04-14 05:23 pm UTC (link)
Jean-Paul nodded, his eyes trained on the dorms. It was a suitable plan, and he could already see how he could draw a group of soldiers away from the other students. Warren dove, folding his wings like a bird, and JP spared half a second to admire the grace of that movement before following. He took up the classic "flying superhero" position -- body straight as an arrow, one leg slightly bent at the knee, his arms stretched out to give him better balance -- and followed Warren, flashing past him in an instant to swoop down on one clustered group of soldiers who looked as though they were about to head into the dormitories. He flew past them, going slow enough that they could get a good look at him, but hopefully not slow enough that they could shoot him. Hopefully.

He heard shouts as he rose up again, which told him that the soldiers had seen him, and gunshots, which told him to get the hell out of there. Much as he wanted to be of use in this fight, JP was more in the business of saving his own skin, and he accelerated, flashing higher up so fast he was nothing but a blur to the men on the ground. He turned around to look, hoping Warren had managed to do something while the soldiers had been watching him.

The bullet that split the air going past him nearly made Jean-Paul fall from the sky in shock. He was still in range, apparently, and the guns were still pointed at him. Reacting out of instinct, and not knowing exactly why he did it, JP brought his hands together in front of him and pushed outward with his kinetic energy. He definitely wasn't expecting the blast that followed, a bright white light splitting the darkness and a roaring noise like an explosion shattering the quiet even at this height. Since he wasn't prepared for it, the force of the concussive blast sent him tumbling backwards, end over end, at the same moment he realized that Warren had been down there somewhere.

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[info]angelonhigh
2010-04-14 07:48 pm UTC (link)
Warren Worthington's muscles in his arms tightened as Jean-Paul dove past, expecting the motion but still tense at the action because of how nervous he was in the back of his head. He had fought others in simulations before and one-on-one, but never in reality with such odds stacked against him. Even with 50-some students and faculty members with mutant powers, it still felt like they were outnumbered. Especially when he considered that he and Jean-Paul had little to offer in the way of offense.

While the men were distracted, Warren did his best to ignore the fire for a moment. He wanted to rush to there and check to see if anyone needed a rescue so bad, but Jean-Paul was already in trouble with all the soldiers firing. Taking a deep breath, Warren tensed up his whole body, spread out his fisted arms, and divebombed. He flew into a grouping of three soldiers like they were bowling pins, his momentum luckily giving him enough force to knock them over. He could hear their weapons dropping and bouncing, as well as their bodies. Warren pulled his now aching body up hard, utilizing what was left of his momentum to arch back into the air and get away from the remaining soldiers. Their attention was now turning from JP back to them, and he couldn't have that. His arms were so sore and Warren panicked on what to do next. He had hoped his shoulders would take the brunt of it, but one of his arms had gotten a soldier in the helmet and it felt like he might have fractured it.

Angel had been soaring to catch up to Jean-Paul's position when the other boy unleashed hisw first ever kinetic blast. The blinding light immediately caught Warren's attention, horrified from not know what was going on. Then as if a sonic boom had arrived, Warren felt his entirely body being slammed into. Blinded and overriden with pain, Warren's consciousness buckled. He lost control of his wings and was pushed with the blast back down. Warren eventually smacked into the ground by the basketball court and pool, skidding briefly before bouncing and ultimately dropping into the pool with an ungraceful splash.

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[info]du_nord
2010-04-15 04:30 am UTC (link)
It took a moment for Jean-Paul to find his equilibrium again in midair, and even when the ringing in his ears had faded enough to let him think, the confusion of what in the world had just happened left his mind spinning. It was very lucky for him that he'd spent long enough training with Guardian that maintaining his flight was an automatic reaction to stress and confusion, or he would have followed Warren in bouncing all over the lawn, he was that distracted by the thought that he had somehow caused that -- explosion, or whatever it was.

He would have spent more time mulling over this strange and rather alarming new manifestation of his powers, but that flash of white had him swooping down to find out what had happened to Warren. "Tabarnac," he mouthed at the sight of those gorgeous white wings protruding from the pool -- if he'd gone and drowned this boy, he was really going to be in trouble, what with the army of lawyers he was sure the Worthingtons had on a leash. JP was there in less than an instant, skimming low over the water to grab Warren under his arms and hoist the surprisingly light young man in a fireman's rescue, getting wet himself in the process but not caring about that. He couldn't tell whether the other boy was wounded, stunned, unconscious, and he couldn't stop to find out. He just held onto him and flew up, out of range again. There was a certain amount of pleasure in the sight of the crater his unintentional blast had created, and the sight of the soldiers scattered like so many pushed-over dominoes, and if he hadn't been more concerned with getting himself and Warren to safety before their luck ran out entirely, he would have spent more time wondering whether the men were knocked out or... something else.

But at the moment, he was more concerned with getting Warren and himself to a safe place. The school was definitely not that place, not with the armed soldiers outside, and so he went the other direction. Warren wasn't difficult to carry, as light as he was, and it was without much difficulty that Jean-Paul landed lightly on the far shore of the lake and lowered the winged boy to the ground, resting him on his side in the classic recovery position he remembered from his elementary first aid course. He knelt down beside Warren, tapping at his cheek cautiously. "Warren," he said quietly, hoping that he hadn't accidentally maimed the younger man or scrambled his brain or something. "You are alive?" Warren was definitely very wet, and very half-naked, and the less-family-appropriate side of JP approved of both of these developments, but that sort of appreciation would definitely have to wait.

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[info]angelonhigh
2010-04-15 09:34 pm UTC (link)
Despite the fall he had taken and the fact he was half a minute from drowning, Warren was still conscious and able to move. He knew he could move because he could feel the pain shooting through his body everytime he thought about it. Mostly he was sore, except for his arms which he was now frantically worrying might be horribly messed up. Warren could be a little vain and wasn't up for any part of his body looking less than perfect, let alone the pain that came with it.

When Jean-Paul scooped him up, he went limp and let the boy carry him off. It hurt to fight it. His wings appeared to be working and feeling just fine, but he didn't trust himself to concentrate enough to be able to fly in a straight line let alone escape the soldiers. As he was laid on the ground on the other side of the lake, Warren rolled onto his back and stared up into the night sky. The cheek had stirred him and caused him to open his eyes from the dizzying escape. Warren hated to fly when it wasn't under his control, though he did appreciate the save. "Hnnn. I-I'm fine," Warren lied, trying to shake the flashing lights he saw in the dark every time he closed his eyes. His night vision was completely compromised too. He was mostly stunned and he'd live.

"...run, Jean-Paul. Do whatever you need to do. I'll ...hn... I'll manage." Warren knew the property of Xavier's better than anyone, if only because he could see the big picture of it from flying into the sky for so many years here. He knew perfectly well how to navigate around the lakeside even in the dark to get back to the school, or which ways had paths that would take him away from the property and into the neighboring residences or agriculture land.

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[info]du_nord
2010-04-16 02:26 am UTC (link)
So the handsome boy was alive, and even able to move and speak. That was a big relief, though JP would never have admitted it. He just shook his head, running his eyes over Warren (only to make sure that he was really all right, he swore, not because the winged boy was adorable when he was all dazed like this). "You will stay still," he informed Warren: not a request, not even an order, just informing him of what would happen, with all the arrogance that implied. "I do not know if per'aps you 'ave the..." He paused, searching for the word 'concussion' in English. "The commotion of the brain, yes? You will rest until I return." He nodded firmly, glancing back over the lake toward the school. Jean-Paul wanted to be there, where he could be of use, but he felt a responsibility to be sure that Warren was all right.

At the least, he could make him a little more comfortable. JP shrugged out of his shirt, damp from carrying a wet Warren, but drier than Warren was, anyway, and it would be of use as a very small blanket or perhaps a pillow. "There," he said, offering the fabric to him. "You will be all right until I come back?" He looked over at the school again, impatient to be off. There was a sense of guilt for causing such injury to Warren even if he still had no idea how he'd done it, but he was choosing not to focus on that right now. There would be time for guilt later -- maybe.

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[info]angelonhigh
2010-04-16 02:47 am UTC (link)
Warren normally wasn't one for taking orders, especially from relative strangers. However, not only was he in no position to argue but he actually agreed with much of what Jean-Paul instructed. Warren wasn't up for going anywhere and swallowed hard to save his energy and stop him from speaking more than he needed to. "Maybe. We'll find out. Just stay safe, okay? Help the others." Warren had to insist on that. He wasn't sure if JP was on of the students that had a more altruistic streak in them or not.

Pausing to examine what it was that JP was doing, Warren reluctantly reached up to take the other boy's shirt. Laying on the ground didn't bother him too much so he'd likely use it as a blanket. A part of him would like to deliberately use it as a towel since he was still dripping with water, but that seemed rude. While he couldn't recall the exact details of the shirt, from the fabric Warren was sure it wasn't something he couldn't replace or find a better garment to give back to JP as thanks if he did ruin the shirt. "I'll have to be," Warren decided about JP's last question. "Go." He was insistent. Warren would be fine. Protect the others!

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[info]du_nord
2010-04-16 09:35 pm UTC (link)
It was a good thing that Warren wasn't in any shape to protest Jean-Paul ordering him around, because if he'd had to repeat himself he would have gotten much ruder about it. "Yes," JP agreed, and patted Warren's shoulder encouragingly. "I will go. You will stay here, and I will return." He fixed the other boy with a stern look. "No moving, d'accord?"

He didn't wait for a response; Jean-Paul was not a patient person. With one last glance to make sure Warren was as comfortable as he could get, he stood and rose into the air gracefully and blurred away over the lake, heading back to the school. He really wasn't an altruist, didn't believe in doing anything for no reason, but there were people in this school he might work with in the future, maybe even in the coveted spots with the X-Men. That was enough motivation for him to want to be of use in this battle, and even the shock of discovering a new side to his mutation didn't allow him to let go of the feeling of responsibility.

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