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nextgenerationmarvel2015-02-04 11:11 pm
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Entry tags:
- [character] bobbi angelus,
- [character] brooke wyngarde,
- [character] dolemeck night,
- [character] doug ramsey,
- [character] fred mccoy,
- [character] ilya gavrilov,
- [character] josephine blaire-bennet,
- [character] julia sheridan,
- [character] pete eastman,
- [character] rachel grey-ramsey,
- [character] richard brooks,
- [character] rose logan,
- [character] topher summers,
- [location] xavier's mansion
Attack on Xavier's ((Open to All X-ers on Campus))
Class had only been in session for a couple days at Xavier's. Labor Day had come and gone. There were more students on campus than in previous semesters. The buzz from first day jitters had settled down. Routines were starting to be picked up. It was currently the small span of time between the end of classes for the day and the beginning of after-school activities.
A mile from the main house, a very determined man wearing purple and dark blue was setting up. He took note of various things like the range to the target, wind direction, wind velocity, air density, elevation, and the Coriolis effect. As well as the effect the window he was going to shoot through would have on his very special bullet. He peered through his scope. This would be an extremely tricky shot, but the entire operation was waiting on him to start it. He needed to take out the biggest problem on that campus. The new construction getting into his way didn't help matters.
He eventually lined up a clear shot and waited. He caught a flash of red in the window. The target must have been sitting at her desk. The sniper grinned slightly to himself. He took in a breath, let it half out, and then squeezed the trigger.
The one-of-a-kind bullet made of non-magnetic material blasted out of the barrel of the sniper rifle. His aim was dead on. He quickly tapped the signal to have the first ones launch their attack.
The walls along Graymalkin Lane were breached explosively in multiple places. Most near security nodes to delay the time the security system roused. Men and women in black tabards with white crosses poured through the openings. They ran toward the buildings and any visible muties on the grounds. They all had been itching for some action since the debacle at Veridian Dynamics. Being underground for this long made the need for mutie blood strong among the Purifiers.
A mile from the main house, a very determined man wearing purple and dark blue was setting up. He took note of various things like the range to the target, wind direction, wind velocity, air density, elevation, and the Coriolis effect. As well as the effect the window he was going to shoot through would have on his very special bullet. He peered through his scope. This would be an extremely tricky shot, but the entire operation was waiting on him to start it. He needed to take out the biggest problem on that campus. The new construction getting into his way didn't help matters.
He eventually lined up a clear shot and waited. He caught a flash of red in the window. The target must have been sitting at her desk. The sniper grinned slightly to himself. He took in a breath, let it half out, and then squeezed the trigger.
The one-of-a-kind bullet made of non-magnetic material blasted out of the barrel of the sniper rifle. His aim was dead on. He quickly tapped the signal to have the first ones launch their attack.
The walls along Graymalkin Lane were breached explosively in multiple places. Most near security nodes to delay the time the security system roused. Men and women in black tabards with white crosses poured through the openings. They ran toward the buildings and any visible muties on the grounds. They all had been itching for some action since the debacle at Veridian Dynamics. Being underground for this long made the need for mutie blood strong among the Purifiers.
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Ngukwa-Sikita looked at his fellow god with something unreadable in his expression, then turned to Dolemeck and chose not to respond to Raven. "There is nothing to forgive. There is no selfishness in your answer. There is great potential within you, Dolemeck, for a life that brings fulfillment and comfort to many. I only ask that you live up to that potential despite the pain, if you truly desire to continue living."
He turned and is gone mid-step, though Raven lingers for a moment, silently, before stepping back and fading into the shadows.
Ilya has moved from 'fear' to 'true panic' and is sobbing openly, having not seen or heard Dolemeck's brief conversation and being unable to locate a pulse on him. His body shakes with the force of his tears.
"Dolemeck, please, please, don't do this to me... wake up..."
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"I... am not pushing up daisies quite yet... so stop crying." He continued to force that smile. "I... I think I fell asleep, or I hallucinated. Whatever it was... I was seeing things. Not a bloody good sign. We have to keep waiting for help... and hope it arrives soon."
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