Raven Darkholme (msmystique) wrote in academy_x, @ 2010-04-27 21:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | mystique, white queen |
Who: Raven and Emma
When: Tuesday evening
Where: Danger Room
What: Testing new rounds down at the range, and guess what? Her head plate is still broke from Weapon X (Thread Complete!)
(Warning, a tad long because I've been gone!)
Raven had been quiet lately. Perhaps...too quiet. And while it may have seemed she had been keeping much to herself, avoiding messy verbal battles with Emma and not staying long in the staff room ever since Weapon X, it may have had something to do with the fact that subconsciously...she realized something was wrong. Even if her outer concious had not yet made the connection.
She was currently down in the Danger Room, tense and needing to relieve the tension in a way that was acceptable here at the mansion. Clad in leathers and black boots, she donned ear plugs and safety glasses as she made her way to the center of the room. With several guns removed from a weapons lockers and carried over to a table that suited her needs, Raven began testing out some new ammunition she had purchased earlier. Shooting things always made her feel better. And she wanted the time to think. Picking up rifle, she gave a verbal command and dummies emerged followed by holographic 2D targets.
Raven had been a busy girl lately. She'd been making nice with Emma's little pet Regan and spitting acid at the Ice Queen of the Hellfire Club. Who had no way of knowing that "Raven Darkholme" was actually Mystique. An old attendee of the club herself, who knew quite a bit about Ms. Emma and her past dealings... Or Regan with her father complex and dangerous ambitions. Fun to play games with them...but times were getting dangerous. More so than anyone yet knew.
The rifle was loud reverberating in the empty room, and Raven's face had gone still. Focused and concentrating. When she had finished firing the rifle's ammunition she pulled back the bolt and checked that it was clear before laying it aside. Hmm. The rounds were alright but nothing to write home about. Across the room several dummies were now headless. Maybe she should look into funding that small incendiary rounds research in Washington. Raven sighed and picked up a pistol, pulling back the slide of the magazine and squaring her shoulders. Her arm blurred as she moved it up impossibly fast and began rapid firing around the room. Sensors flashed with each bulls eye.
Oh yes. Busy busy. For instance, when the children had toddled off on that museum trip and while nosey Mr. Logan had been so wonderfully indisposed with Remy on their trip, Raven had been sneaking through just about every inch of the Institute. Hidden from psychic intrusion, and infinitely stealthy. She'd hacked into private computers owned by the professors and even had managed a quick hour with Xavier's. Her military background and own personal flair with technology was backed with personal training paid for out of pocket. Hacking in had been easy. For the most part. But Raven, while able to steal blueprints of the air crafts, danger room files, and blue prints of most of the mansion, had hit an incredible defense in Xavier's systems. One that nearly threatened to sound the alarms before she'd swiftly bypassed them and exited. Some of her stolen data corrupted.
She couldn't get into Cerebro. At all. And Xavier had a special set of files marked classified. Those had been impossible too. And Mystique wanted them! It made her teeth grind that she'd been unable to get in and take what she wanted. What Magneto wanted. She despised the fact that Xavier had somehow outsmarted her unknowingly...
Raven picked up another clip and replaced her first one. Sighting down the notches of the gun, she aimed at the left target and fired off every bullet. The grouping was tight. Almost completely dead on together. She huffed and pushed up her safety glasses as she ejected the spent clip.
But moreso than her annoyance at being unable to retrieve what her new task order was, she was being stuck counseling children through that recent crisis with those soldiers who had attacked them from...what was it called again? Weapon X? She was currently running the manufacturer's serial numbers on that chip she'd dug out of the base of one their skulls. It was always nice to expand ones knowledge, even if it turned up to be mundane information.
Too bad that knowledge was now up for grabs.
Raven's body knew something was wrong. That's why she'd unconsciously stayed away from other people as much as she could. Or at least certain ones. Because during that incident, she'd been hit by an EMP grenade. And now a certain electronic device in her skull, one surgically placed to prevent telepaths from picking upon her thoughts, was currently fried.
And she had yet to learn this.
Raven fired another shot, sending the bullet home in the synthetic skull of the faceless body.
Bulls eye.