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Now… seeing Matthew is actually okay, she lets out a soft sigh of relief. She smiles a little as he seems to solidify, as he seems to be very okay. And it's then she recalls… he can move through electrical currents, right? Is that what he did, is that why he said he didn't feel like taking the stairs? Now as Matthew seems to have found his query, Jean's eyes move towards Hank and Scott. Her wry little smile widening a bit. It lightens her heart to see the friends together once more.

Now she did, of course, hear Magneto's little comment towards her. But it doesn't anger her. She knows he is just getting snarky with her. She knows there is no malice behind his words. Just as there was no genuine malice behind her own words. But when Matthew pitches in, she looks to him with a raised eyebrow. Now she can't exactly read Matthew's face. She can't exactly tell if he's joking. Her features shift into a more neutral gaze, her eyes watching his. But after a few tense moments… she sees his posture relax and he laughs at himself. She smirks and rolls her eyes, shaking her head. She is so relieved he was joking. She truly didn't want something bad to start.

So she then leans on the counter, her hands on either side of her slim form. She speaks in a casual tone, watching Matthew. "I do truly appreciate you not holding that stuff against me. But since you brought it up…" Now Jean goes into her theatrics. She vaguely lifts a hand and looks at her own painted fingernails as she speaks in a neutral tone, almost haughty tone. "Five tons you say? And that was when I was just a little upset. And that was without me even thinking about it. I didn't even realize the damage." she then looks to him as her hand lowers to the counter once more, her tone seeming serious. "Just think about what I could do intentionally with that… the property damage ooooor the collateral human damage, hm?" She pauses, and looks away from him, seeming to not really care now. "And keep in mind.. this was my home waaaay before it was yours."

Now… Scott, Hank and Ororo would clearly know she is joking. She would never speak in such a fasion to anyone ever. Ivan… she isn't sure. Matthew, she isn't sure. So she does flash a sly little smile to Ivan, to make sure he knows she is messing around. But as for Matthew… she looks towards the coffee maker seems to have ire with… Matthew would hear her soft echoed whisper in his mind.

++I am so just joking with you, Matthew. But since we don't know one another well enough.. I just want to make sure you know that. Despite our history, you are welcome here wholeheartedly. Whatever happened before… well that was before, okay?++

Her voice would fade from his mind, and she just nods to him with a gentle smile. No one else would know she just communicated with Matthew, so the nod seems oddly out of place perhaps. She blinks and reaches into the handbag hanging off of her shoulder, digging a moment for her phone. She unlocks it with face recognition, and reads the news update she is being alerted about.

Leaning on the counter, her features start to take a more serious feel. Her other hand comes up and she starts to scroll… a look of increasing worry there. She looks towards Scott pointedly, and then back to her phone as she pushes herself from the counter. "DC is in lockdown…" her gaze moves towards the living room, and she says in a soft tone "Something's happened.." her tone is actually more of a dazed feel. Almost absently she walks from the kitchen and into the living room, her gaze moving towards the television Magneto is watching. She kind of just stops near the armchair, staring at the screen.


An The image comes onto the television, a news organization logo. And followed by the image switching to a female broadcaster. The look upon her features are of concern. The kind of look one gets when they are exposed to something that offends or frightens them to the core.

"Welcome to the top of the hour. We're following multiple stories this hour, but here is the top headline. A massacre. That is how the scene is described at the Central Detention Facility in Washington D.C., less than 10 minutes from Capitol Hill. 11 Capitol Police officers are dead, and the convicted Henry Gyrich. For more we go to John Carter at the scene. John?"

The picture switches to a man standing in front of what is clearly a crime scene. Police tape and barriers keeping people out. Multiple police cars with lights flashing as well as 5 ambulances. And also a myriad of onlookers, trying to get a look. Towards the back of the scene, 2 sheet covered bodies with blood soaking through those sheets. This is live, so they can't edit this part. Rather, they don't want to. Shock news sells.

"Trish thank you. I'm here in front of the Central Detention Facility, and as you implied Trish people are calling this a savage attack. Sources with knowledge of what happened say that Henry Gyrich was assassinated while being transferred from his holding cell here at this Facility. He had been convicted for the attempted murder of the mutant activist Charles Xavier" odd he left the 'professor' title out of there "and today he was to be transported back to court. But that never happened."

The screen switches to a map of the roads of Washington D.C., a red line traversing a path from the Facility to the courthouse. "As you see on this graph, the route had been planned out. Protests along the route had been anticipated. But no one thought someone would get into the facility itself." Trish is shown once more, a look of concern on her features as she nods "John, do we have any suspects? What do we know about the fatalities, if anything?" The picture goes back to the live shot, and he is seen nodding a few times before he speaks. "We seem to know precisely what happened. A leaked video shows the security feed… but we can not independently verify every detail. A source close to the investigation has told us on the condition of anonymity. And a warning to our viewers.. what you are about to see is very graphic and very violent. We've blurred as much as we can while maintaining the spirit of the video. Aside from that, this video has not been edited or doctored in any way."

The screen goes to a low quality video from above what seems to be a large mostly empty garage. A van is seen there, 2 armored officers get into the cab. Behind the van 7 armored men are seen escorting Gyrich towards the van. He is handcuffed, his feet also shackled. He is wearing a protective vest. They move as a group towards the van.. then stop at one. One of the men in the lead reaches up to his helmet, seeming to converse with someone. John's voice comes on at this point "As you can see there are the police officers escorting Gyrich. One of them gets a call, and we believe he is being informed of what you saw behind. The murder of 2 of the guards at a back entrance to this facility." He goes quiet and now that man motions to the others, and they all draws their weapons. 3 of them have assault rifles, the other 4 with large pistols. They go into a defensive formation, backs to one another and surrounding Gyrich. From the bottom of the scene a blur of motion, and one of the men falls… into pieces. Sliced in 2 halves. The men in the cab jump out as the other officers are attacked. Gyrich is pushed out of the way and falls to the ground, trying to scoot away as best he can. The officers fire towards the assailant, but they all seem to miss. No.. no they do hit their mark. But that doesn't seem to be effective. Another man falls, his chest rupturing blood and organs. And then another. One of the officers, a female, is stabbed in the back and slumps back. Only to be caught by the assailant who only now slows enough to be identified. Another officer shoots towards the assailant, but he uses the officer as a shield. The assailant reaches out and flips her pistol out of her hand and fires once, the other officer's head jerking back and he falls. Another 20 seconds and now all of the officers are dead in a mess of blood and organs. Guns sliced cleanly through. And now the assailant stalks towards Gyrich. The video has no sound, but its obvious he's screaming for mercy. We now get our best look at the assailant as he stands over Gyrich.



Small in stature. Pointed mask and boots. 3 claws extended from the back of his hands.



Before Gyrich realizes the other has moved… his head rolls away from his body. The assailant looks over his shoulder… and then in the direction of the camera, staring at it hard and long with an angry scowl and gritted teeth… and he then moves towards the darkness as lights are seen approaching.

"As clearly we can see, Trish, the attacker has been identified as the mutant known only as Wolverine. A known member of the underground militia unit the X-Men. The blades on his hands were able to rend flesh, the concrete and armor. There is speculation that this attack was a statement by the X-Men after the assault on Charles Xavier." a pause "Back to you, Trish."

The picture goes back to Trish Tilby, who seems to have to gather her thoughts before speaking. "John Carter at the scene. Washington D.C. is now in lockdown as the manhunt for Wolverine is underway. Schools have closed, Capitol police have locked down all federal buildings. Roads have been closed. We must stress.. if you see the mutant Wolverine, do not approach him. He is to be considered armed and extremely dangerous. Call the FBI or the capitol police immediately after you seek proper shelter."


Jean just stares at the screen as it goes to commercial, and she then just slumps back into the chair. Her features are pale as she stares at the screen, not even seeming to be in the room at the moment…
 
Matthew Michael Volt


Location: Xavier's School
Interaction: Kitchen Crew -> Living Room

Matthew was keenly aware of Ivan slinking into the room, leaving him be. He figured they had a not a morning person truce going on, but the hiss he gets from him pops that little bubble. He sizes up the decaffeinated wizard in a clear 'are we really doing this' sort of look, one brow quirked up in question. "You're right, I could have gotten this done earlier. I just got too distracted figuring out which maid outfit I should order. Way too many options these days." He murmurs back with a biting sarcasm. Humor could be seen behind his electric blue eyes. Yes, this sucked, but the disgruntled wizard was near peak entertainment for the walking bug zapper.

Jean's thoughts on her crater and the further implication of what her powers could do didn't really phase Matt. What might be out of the question for the X-men wasn't exactly out of line for the Brotherhood, as long as it was aimed the right way. However, Jean's telepathic message causes Matt's expression to close off entirely. Flickers of various images pertaining to caution and warning signs plastered over the surface of his mind, a violent crackle of static running just below that gets hushed down when the intruder is recognized. The surface of his mind settled into a black screen, the edges fraying with tv static. Text flickers across, backspacing and rewriting almost instantly until it settles on a message.

++ I figured you were playing around. You've got some dark humor, I think we might stand a chance at getting along. Thanks for the welcome, but I'd appreciate sticking to spoken word if you catch my drift? My headspace can be a not so friendly place for telepaths. ++


He simply nods back to Jean at the conclusion of their mental communication. Finally, the coffee maker began to spit out the life blood and he claims his mug. His phone sounds off with boss music from Doom Eternal just as Jean checks her phone. He answers the phone without a second thought, voice one of pure concern. "Hey Mace, everything alright?" A frown crosses his face as he sets down his coffee and trails after Jean, needing to see the news for himself. His voice lowers to a softer whisper as the broadcast airs, his stomach twisting in a way it hadn't in years. This was bad. "Listen to me, I'm not there. We aren't there. I gotta go. Keep your head up, pay attention, stay safe." After hanging up the phone and stuffing it back in his pocket, his gaze flicks to the X-men in the room.

His mind flickers through all the possibilities as he tries to figure out rationale for it all. "When's the last time anyone's heard from Wolverine?" He asks calmly, though his eyes are stormy. His fists were balled up at his sides, a little flash of blue electricity arcing between his knuckles. "Cuz he's either out of his damn mind, or there's a double of him running around too. Envy was in DC for a reason, maybe that was the failsafe."

There was no doubt in his mind that people would be gunning for them all after this...
 
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Hank Mccoy
Hank looked at Scott warmly giving the fellow og xman a smile. "well im a lpt more blue than before, literally heh" he joked back giving him a pat on the shoulder. Truly he was nervous about their views on his..further mutation. He knew internally that they wouldnt mind but still, irs hard to control thoughts sometimes. "well its been interesting, sone tension but i havent been here too long, i was called up yesterday, i just hope everything calms after a while".

Hank saw Jeans concerned expression and followed her towards the living room. As he watched the footage Hank looked disturbed, hurt and confused. That couldnt be their Wolverine, it couldnt be. He had always been aggressive but doing this was...wrong feeling. "i havent seen him in a while but...this feels off..i um..should we ask Envy about a double" he muttered out seemingly shocked.​
 
Scott gave a sympathetic nod as Hank shared his updates and concerns, his eyes reflecting a mix of respect and worry for his long-standing friend and colleague. "Why so blue, Hank?" Scott jests to alleviate Hank's awkwardness regarding his new mutation, he then shifts his tone to somberness "It's a lot to adjust to, Hank. But if anyone can handle it, it's you. And you won't be alone either," Scott affirmed, offering a supportive smile despite the complex feelings swirling around the changes at the mansion. "If it's any consolation, Hank. I think you look pretty damn cool," Scott pats Hank on the back with warm smile.

As the group moved towards the living room, Scott's focus sharpened when he saw the footage that had disturbed Jean and now Hank. His brow furrowed deeply as he watched, trying to piece together the implications. Wolverine's actions, as depicted, were indeed troubling and out of character for the man they knew.

"That does seem unlike Logan...Well, he's the mostly likely X-Man I know who would do something like this, but not so blatantly and especially not while representing the X-Men," Scott commented gravely, his tone reflecting his concern. "A double, or perhaps some sort of manipulation, might explain it. It's disturbing, but we need to consider all possibilities. Envy might have insights we don't."

Scott paused, his tactical mind working through the scenario. "We should definitely talk to Envy. And perhaps it's time we start gathering more information about any recent activities involving Logan. Something is definitely amiss here, and we need to get to the bottom of it quickly." His voice carried a decisive edge, signaling his readiness to take the necessary steps to uncover the truth behind Wolverine's alarming behavior. If it even was Wolverine.
 
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Ororo poured herself some coffee as she listened to the lot having some innocent fun catching up. "Go easy on him, Jean," she chuckled after her soul sister teased Matt. The brief silence between the two was clearly a moment of telepathic communication. It was something that happened often with telepaths like Jean, Charles, and Betsy—entire conversations held without so much as a word uttered. Storm had become quite proficient at reading expressions in moments like these. "Well, if Jean accepts you, then I have no qualms. If we haven't welcomed you before, Matt, then... welcome to the team." With that, she raised her cup to toast their former adversary.

"Imagine my shock when we heard Hank yell and found him like this in the lab," Ororo added between sips. "We hardly recognized him at first. I nearly made his fur stand on end. Speaking of which..." She motioned with her eyes at the singed lock of fur. "What happened to you?"

Her questioning was cut short as the others heard the breaking news story. Ororo filed into the living room with the others. Her jaw dropped at the headline: "GYRICH ASSASSINATED IN D.C. PRISON". As the CCTV footage rolled, her quivering fingers let the ceramic cup slip from her hands and shatter on the floor. The two remaining ounces of coffee splattered across the hardwood, stopping just short of the area rug.

Magneto bore a grim expression as he rewound the freshly recorded newscast. "Logan should still be laying low in Japan... Something is not right about this. Perhaps the unblurred footage would give us more information," he told the X-Men. "Let's question Envy and suit up. We have a killer to find."
 
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Jean remains sitting in that chair, as unmoving as a statue. Her big green eyes stare with disbelief towards the television screen. The hosts of the show now turn to a security consultant, an expert, about what they just saw. How it happened. What could be the repercussions.

Someone asks about Wolverine…
Envy…
Recent activities…
A mug shatters on the floor…

But Jean seems to hear none of it. She is just staring at the television. No.. no now she is staring past it. It's Magneto's voice that draws her out of her shocked daydream, those eyes blinking and she sits up in her chair. Now her mind starts to recall everything from the last minute or so, catching her up with the room and all.

"No… no no that wasn't Logan…" she says softly, her voice trembling. The redhead pushes herself up out of the chair, staring at the carpeted floor as she continues. "I know how he moves… that wasn't him.." She shakes her head quickly as she frowns. The possible consequences of this is… unimaginable. Whoever that was…. "Whatever that was, they wanted us to see what happened. The whole world to see. The authorities won't just be hunting Logan…" now her deadly serious gaze moves between those surrounding her in the room "They're going to be hunting us. And real soon… the authorities and civilians will be hunting mutants. Using this as an excuse…"

A slow and deep breath is drawn in to calm herself, her cheeks and nose starting to get red. "You boys talk to Envy and the other Mystique. I won't be much good there… their minds are to slippery for me to really get a good look. So I'm gonna do my thing…" Now she turns without asking for permission or consultation "I'm gonna find Logan with cerebro. And then find who did this." She strides towards the hidden elevator in the room, her hands shaking now.
 
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Scott's expression hardened as he listened to Jean, the gravity of the situation settling over him like a dense fog. His strategic mind quickly pieced together the potential fallout from the assassination, his thoughts aligning with Jean's. He stood up, his posture resolute, as he prepared to take action.

As Jean announced her intention to use Cerebro, Scott nodded in firm agreement. "That's a good call, Jean. Find Logan and get to the bottom of this. We'll handle things here and start with Envy and Mystique. We need all the pieces of this puzzle, and we need them fast. Let us know immediately if you find anything—anything at all." His tone conveyed not just a strategic directive but also personal concern, a reminder of the stakes at hand for each of them personally.

Turning back to Magneto and the rest of the team, Scott's eyes were sharp, his next steps clear. "We need to coordinate our efforts efficiently. Magneto, we'll need full access to whatever resources we can muster. This isn't just about protecting one of our own now; it's about safeguarding our future." His voice was firm, indicative of his leadership qualities stepping to the forefront, ready to navigate the storm that was surely coming their way.
 
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Matthew Michael Volt


Location: Xavier's School
Interaction: Living Room

After his attempt at being civil last night, Matthew really wasn't feeling it when it came to chatting with the Mystiques. That would no doubt end poorly if he were involved and he recognized that fact for what it was. What happened, it threatened the safety of his sister. The safety of the fist full of people he truly gave a shit about. He wasn't going to jeopardize it further with losing his cool.

Jean's words get his attention. Using the grump as a scapegoat, that just seemed like a good idea on how to get a pissed off rabid midget after you. Matthew had pulled some dumb stuff over the years, but a move like that? Yeah, no.

"I'll track down the unedited footage." Matthew says with a small nod. At least they were saying the quiet part out loud, no shadow of doubt in what they were up against. His phone is out, already referencing the monster that was the New York City power grid and the location Channel Seven broadcasted from. "News station is going to be a lot easier to break into than a jail this time of day." He quips dryly, masking his worries with his usual smart mouthing bluster.

"Anyone need anything else while I'm out?" While his question was open to the room, his eyes were locked on Magneto. He was the shot caller in the room and Matt trusted his input above all else.
 
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Hank Mccoy
Hank was in thought as the people around him planned stuff out, he needed to get information on this. If Logan has a double, its possible there would be even more. Which depending on who itd be...could be disastrous. He watched Jean begin to leave for Cerebro. It was a good idea, though he for sure wasn't thinking right.
"Be careful Jean, we dont know if some sort of..backlash could occur, Envy's been modified, we don't know what these doubles could do" he warned out of concern.

He began to head towards the lab again, grabbing a few bits of food, it might help to get Envy to talk if he brought the food he promised the two. He was going slower than normal however. A mixture of stress and pain made it difficult.
"sorry you guys didnt get to settle, its kind of chaotic as you can tell" he said towards the other mutants as he moved towards the stairs.​
 
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Magneto turned to Matt, who was leaving to steal footage from the news station. He drew in a breath and was about to give an order, but paused and exhaled in frustration. "Do not disrupt their broadcasts, no matter what. The timing would make it too easy to implicate us all in sabotage." He was no terrorist anymore; brazen moves to curb the flow of information, no matter how damaging, were not his to make.

He then took flight, levitating a foot off the ground. His robe hung limp around him, the fabric not woven with metal fibers like his imposing cape. "Jean, take someone with you. Cerebro is not to be used without someone monitoring you," he ordered before floating upstairs.

"Allow me. The user should be comfortable with the person supervising," Ororo reminded him before joining Jean with a reassuring nod. "Shall we?"

"Scott, you have access to all resources the mansion can offer, including communications with other teams and reserve members. I trust you remember all the codes and frequencies." After a quick nod, the acting headmaster disappeared into his quarters, likely to prepare for the mission at hand. He left it up to the team to decide who would question Envy herself.
 
Without even realizing she is doing it, Jean stops when she hears Scott's voice. Standing still she looks over her shoulder towards him. She clenches her hands into loose fists to help stop them trembling. A small nod is given in understanding, her gaze lingering upon him. And as the others begin to share input, she turns fully to face the room. Her arms wrap loosely about her midsection, the look of concern very evident upon her features.
Out of the corner of her eyes does she looks towards Hank, nodding to him. "I'll be careful, Hank. Now that I know there could be some kind of trap out there.. well I'll be able to see it coming this time." Probably. Hopefully.
But when Magneto speaks up, she seems suddenly less… willing… to be cooperative. She truly doesn't want to be that person. Who has a negative reaction every time she hears a particular person's voice. Sooner or later she's going to have to come to terms with Magneto not just being here at the School… but part of the team. Whatever team that might be at the moment. Despite all of that crap, she nods to him a little. But she does smile as Ororo volunteers. 'Shall we?' Ororo asks, and Jean responds promptly "Surely." She starts to turn once more from the room, addressing everyone "Good luck, boys. We'll let you know if we come across anything."
And into the hidden elevator she moves, waiting for Ororo. And on the way to the lower levels, she speaks in a soft and hesitant tone to her. Her arms still wrapped around her midsection. "We… really don't think that was really Logan, right?"
 
As Jean and Ororo moved towards the elevator, Scott turned to the rest of the team, shifting into his role as a coordinator. "Let's stay sharp and be ready for any call to action. Hank, Matthew, keep an eye out for any anomalies with Envy or the footage. We need to piece this together fast and accurately."

Watching the elevator doors close behind Jean and Ororo, Scott felt the familiar surge of determination mixed with anxiety. The situation was fraught with uncertainty, but his resolve was clear. He turned to the remaining X-Men, ready to direct their next moves.

"Let's get to work. Time is of the essence, and every moment counts. We have roles to play, and we need to play them well. Stay in communication, and let's be as thorough as possible. We can't afford any mistakes." His voice was commanding yet composed, ready to guide his team through whatever challenges lay ahead.
 
Matthew Michael Volt


Location: Xavier's School
Interaction: Living Room -> NYC -> Basement

Matthew's eyes narrowed slightly as he considers that little silence from Magneto, and knowing that there was something else he wanted to say left an itch under his skin. His head tilts to the side at the reminders to be thorough, to do his job right... Once again some faint sparks arced across his knuckles. Yeah, this was going to take some getting used to. "Understood." He says with a small nod. His gaze flicks over those remaining in the room, still a little uncertain about them, but... The past was in the past. Magneto would never turn away an X-men, and the fact that these people came back to do what's right... Going against his instincts left him feeling more unsettled than usual.

His form falls apart into a static cloud that quickly slips off into a nearby outlet.

You would think that this method of travel was something vaguely fluid in nature, but that simply isn't how electricity works. All those little pixel pieces of Havoc move with the electrical current within the wire. AKA, getting bumped along by electrons vibing out around at 90% the speed of light as they passed along the atoms in the wire. At some point his brain matter must have taken one too many bumps along the way, because this was still preferable to navigating the stairs at the ass crack of dawn. Time is a strange concept when venturing a more significant distance at that sort of speed, experienced at half the rate as the rest of the world and calling for some heavier processing power to keep his wits about him. Despite a number of near misses Havoc encountered as he launched through the substations, he was bearing down on the massive power draw that was New York City. So as Matthew emerges for air at the electrical substation that served the Rockefeller Plaza, perhaps it's a bit more clear why he is the way he is - a bit of a mess. After taking a few short seconds he gathers himself and dives back into the network.

The next time he resurfaces, it's in a maintenance closet. He takes a minute to get settled into his skin, before stealing a pair of the blue maintenance coveralls and tying back his hair to hide it under the borrowed cap. He rounds up a couple cleaning items onto a cart and slips out of the room, taking the leisurely pace of someone who really doesn't care much about their job. Head low, cap hiding his features from the security cameras.

There was something fun about being functionally invisible. Idly passing by people so wrapped up in their own little worlds, uncaring to those outside them. No one even made eye contact with the intruder. There were a few options to try out in this Easter egg hunt. Obviously there was the file storage floor, but that had security and Havoc wasn't keen on leaving a trace. There was a risk of burning the film and destroying the data in transit if he tried taking the hard copy, let alone the chances of someone discovering the theft would skyrocket. No, this definitely called for his personal touch.

A wet floor sign is placed outside the door to the editors room and he enters.

He spots his target, a younger editor that was clicking away in a frenzy, obviously behind on a deadline. Headphones were in, completely oblivious to the world around him. Havoc ambled along behind him, glancing at the news piece. Some pretentious story looking at the protests that were surrounding the trial. His hand brushes against the tower of the guy's computer as he passes. He goes to an empty workstation and begins wiping it down. His hand brushes against the computer and it comes to life as he cleans the workspace. The screen stays off, but the information flickers through his mind. Once he's into the network, weaving his way through the sign in and security credentials after sneaking a peek at the poor editor's keystrokes, he sees how they have their files laid out and gets to work.

What he finds… Well, it was blurred out for a reason. That gore would be an uninvited guest in his brain for a couple nights at least. But he forces himself to focus on the details. Only two claws were doing damage. Only two slashes with each move. Magneto might have done a number on Wolverine with purging the adamantium, but there were only two metal claws in action where there should have been three… if they were dealing with a double that didn't get the whole metal extraction from Magneto.

But… This was bringing up something plastered in warning signs. His stomach was churning. He didn't want to remember. The images flickered through with the grace of a derailing train. Bare feet on a cold metal floor, sensors stuck all over a shaved head as he worked his magic. The final death throes of the Weapons Plus program, gone through so many iterations that it was cannibalizing anything it had left, different project branches hacking and counter hacking to try and beat each other. Two claws.

He forces himself to stay in motion. Deep breaths, fight back those spots at the edges. He got what he came for… and a little more than he bargained for. Thanks brain. He goes through the motions of cleaning the room, though he isn't mentally there for it at all. The little cart squeaks along as he takes it and exits the room. Disgust finally works through to the surface.

These people were the worst, manipulating and misleading the public into a frenzy. Good thing he had the hall to himself this time as he made his way back to the maintenance room. "… Should just burn it all down." He mumbles under his breath. None would be the wiser... But he had his orders. There would be no disruption, no trace to point back to the X-men.

He takes off his disguise - as funny as it would be to just leave it in Ivan's room to fuck with the wizard, he shouldn't…

Two hours after he originally left the mansion, Matthew ambles through the mansion's front gate with a brown paper bag that sloshed like a suspiciously large bottle of cheap rum tucked under his arm and an alibi and sleep aid secured just in case.

He stashes the bottle up in his room, feeling like he was forgetting something in the kitchen but he wasn't putting booze in a child accessible area so he didn't know what it could be.

And that was where the fun stopped.

His steps are slow and hesitant as he goes down to the basement, where he figured the bulk of the team would be. This shouldn't be bothering him. Hell, he made it down here how many times last night? He presses on, burying his discomfort deep. "I'm back. Don't have many solid answers, but it looks like the angry midget's in the clear for this one."
 
Xavier Mansion, Cerebro Corridor...

Ororo quickly cleaned up the coffee spill with a napkin as the group discussed their next move. She was ready to board the elevator by the time Scott was finished with their game plan. She spoke after the doors closed and the elevator jolted into motion. "Have faith, Jean. I know Logan is innocent, but we have to prove it..."

The doors slid open, revealing the well-lit metallic corridor. At the end of the hall was a round door, reminiscent of that of a bank vault. Magneto had used his technological expertise to add his and Jean's biometric profiles to the door's security system, allowing her to use the retinal scanner in the center with ease.

"... And rest assured, we will get our proof," Storm added, casting her gaze upon the door.



Xavier Mansion, Laboratory...

Mystique and Envy had not moved from their cells, the force field having made sure of that. One could hear one of the Ravens—Envy, presumably—speaking of the bleak world from whence she came. "... You can only run for so long, finding temporary safe spaces... until there are no safe spaces left."

Mystique stood and rolled her eyes as the men entered. "Finally, someone else for her to regale with these stories. I've heard more than I could ever want to know about her reality," she complained in a low tone, rubbing her temples.

"Ah, Cyclops," Envy identified the team leader. "Are you here to lead this Earth's war effort, as well?" Though her speech was ever-cryptic, one could glean that the Scott Summers of her world had also challenged Apocalypse's rule... but to what ends?
 
Ororo's reassurance was a welcome respite from the darker thoughts that had crept into her mind. But that horrid video continues to replay itself in her mind, over and over it goes. Her eyes stare straight ahead of them as the elevator doors slide silently open. Eyes are then cast downwards as together they exit the elevator and without even thinking Jean makes an immediate left turn. Like when your body just seems to know where to go while your brain is on autopilot.

8ddc5f30cc6c3135b13e09876ced56c9.jpgNow along the sterile and cold metallic corridor do they proceed, Jean's eyes only lifting towards that imposing door. The pacing of her stride slows a few steps, allowing Storm to get ahead of her for those few steps. Hesitation. Of all of the places that has brought back wonderful memories in these passed few days, that door is perhaps one of the most potent. All of the times she and Charles came down here by themselves for training using the miraculous technology of Cerebro, the small talks they would have while repairing or refining the whole of the system. Jean's anxiousness to try it herself, Charles' warnings about her not being ready at the time. That did change over time, but it took years. Charles was, of course, the premiere expert in the usage of Cerebro. Charles and Hank were the preeminent ones in regards to it's upkeep. And maybe Magento also. Jean knew a bit about the mechanics and engineering of the machine, she could hold her own in a conversation about it. But now.. she was here without Charles as a safety net.

Looking to Ororo then with her last words, a soft sigh escapes Jean's lips and she looks back to the door. It's as if Storm's words were a subtle command to get on with it.

'Stop hesitating. 'This isn't about you and your petty fears, dumb girl. Logan could be in danger… from the government and humans... and from mutants that would think Logan went to far. I love Logan… we all do… even when he's being a jerkoff…'

"They we'll get our proof. Right now." Now she steps up to the door, activating it's automatic defensive measures. They would hear a subtle clack sound from the door as it activates an additional locking mechanism. The scanner embedded in the door itself activates, Jean leaning towards the sensor a little. A ray of gentle blue light extends from the sensor and locks onto Jean's eye. The door uses face matching technology to know where the person's eyes are to scan. The sensor beam slims and focuses itself more intently on her eye, reading the unique information found. Not only are the eyes the windows to the soul (and in Scott's case weapons of mass destruction), but the patterns of blood vessels are unique to each being. And never change from the day you are born until the day you die. The beam abruptly cuts off and Jean stands, blinking a few times. A soft voice seems to come from all around her and Ororo. A warm female voice, meant to be pleasant and soothing.

86e510a917217f75926002877d90308e.jpg++'Welcome back Ms. Grey. It has been 8 months and 4 days since your last visit. Shall I activate user 3 parameters for the Cerebro system?'++
As the voice continues, heard from the immense door a series of 4 clicks and a soft hissing sound. The gear ring around the sensor turns, and the door opens slowly. The doors separate almost ominously, a dimly lit area seen passed those doors. Before the doors are completely opened Jean's foot is within the doorway heading into the darkness. "That would be brilliant, thank you."

++'But of course. Have a nice day.' ++

Glancing over her shoulder to Ororo now Jean proceeds down the long ramp-way. Lights along edges of ramp flicker on as she proceeds. The vast room remains still dimply lit, barely giving any clues as to just how vast it is. Her eyes lock onto the console at the end of the ramp, and she steels herself. A comfortable looking metal chair swings gently out from under the console, and the helmet apparatus of Cerebro rests upon the console itself. Her pace now would slow as she gets within reach of the console, and both hands gently pick up the helmet. 2 cables from the helmet dangle loosely down, connecting to the console. 4 small monitors flicker to life on the console, along with a few glowing buttons that are flush with the console top itself. Out of the corner of her eyes does she look towards Ororo, and she starts to sit down in the chair. "Okay… you be my anchor here in the real world. If it looks like my life is in danger…" she motions to one of the small monitors, which shows her vitals transmitted through the helmet. But while she holds the helmet, it doesn't show anything yet. "then wake me up." She rolls her eyes a little with a grin "So to speak." She then looks ahead, hefting the helmet in her hands. "Here we go…"
 
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"I spoke to God today, and she said that she's ashamed..."
Raelyn Todd




She loved her job, she loved being able to let the next generation of mutants simply be... kids. Letting them have fun in the P.E. class she ran along with the other facility members, letting them know that their powers were only a part of them, they didn't need to forget about the rest. Of course, even the wolf mutant who enjoyed having fun with others, needed a break to herself once and a while. Raelyn was grateful for this moment of break between a few periods. It allowed the black haired woman to breathe and figure out a new idea or two for class.
Her phone kept buzzing though with the latest news.
Raelyn had long since disabled the 'ping' noises that alerted her of any breaking news- the noise more annoying than anything.
But that was beside the point.

Raelyn fought back a growing growl when her phone kept buzzing. The wolf mutant had put it aside when hearing the good news of Gyrich being found guilty on all counts. The man would never harm another person ever again, a wonderful thing to be grateful for!
She thought so at least. Raelyn finally caved with annoyed grumble, and flipped her phone over after turning on the screen. Her brown eyes quickly widening in shock when reading the news. "No..." She breathed out in shock. Gyrich was found dead- murdered.
By Wolverine the video showed.


Fake. This had to be a fake. Logan was many things- but she knew her colleague and friend wouldn't dare do such a thing! Which meant someone went through an awful lot of trouble to paint out Logan to be a killer towards a man found guilty. Raelyn sighed softly and looked down at her lesson plans, she tried and tried to keep it all neat like the others. It never seemed to work out though.
She hoped her students would forgive her- but, she had a good man's name to clear! Putting her phone in her pocket, Raelyn left her room-soon allowing her sense of smell to allow her to find one of her friends.

Surely they were already aware of this, and if so... she hoped to be allowed to try and help. If not... it'd be okay! Raelyn would still gladly stay behind to guard the students and the mansion from anymore trouble.​
 
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Hank Mccoy
Hank smiled a hit at Jeans reassurance at her own safety. He was glad to hear that honestly. He went down the stairs to the lab, the trays of food still being held. "ill try my best Scott, hopefully this goes well" he said with a nervous chuckle. He wished his reunion with the team was in less dire circumstances.

He fully enteted the lab as he heard Mystique's comment and chuckled. He held the trays of food up. "well its useful information but i guess you two are hungry" he said sliding the tray into Mystique's holding cell then Envy's. It was less likely to result in an incident..plus he felt bad that they might be hungry. He had weakened a part of the forcefield briefly to do this.

Ge sat back down at his computer, Scott was a better talker than he was so he focused on the research into the two's differences. Itd be helpful to be able to identify the differences,might be shared with other copies afterall. Especially if theyre dealing with more than a Mystique and Wolverine.​
 
Scott stepped into the laboratory with a focused demeanor, his eyes swiftly assessing the situation before settling on Envy and Mystique. The tension was palpable, yet Scott's presence seemed to momentarily steady the air, a testament to his leadership and the respect he commanded even in the most strained circumstances.

He listened carefully to Envy's cryptic words, the hint of shared history—or at least its alternative possibility—drawing a brief, thoughtful frown. He cleared his throat, addressing her with a calm authority that underlined the urgency of their situation.

"I'm here to get a bigger picture what's happening now, Envy. This Earth, our reality, needs clarity about the events that have unfolded," Scott said, his voice even but firm. "Any information you can provide about doubles, about your reality's tactics, could be crucial. We're not just fighting a public relations battle; we're trying to prevent a crisis that could escalate. And once it does, we're bound to suffer for it first. before anyone else"

Scott then turned slightly to include Mystique in the conversation, acknowledging her fatigue with Envy's stories but understanding their potential significance. "And Mystique, your insights are just as invaluable. Give how much you tend to put your hands in everything... We need to piece together these narratives to see the full picture. Whatever your counterpart has shared could provide us with the missing links we need to resolve this without further harm to anyone."

His gaze shifted back to Envy, his eyes sharp with a strategic calculation. "You mentioned running, safe spaces, and wars. How does that connect to what's happening now? Are we dealing with an orchestrated attempt by Apocalypse to destabilize our world using doubles?"

Scott's approach was direct, seeking to cut through the ambiguity and extract actionable intelligence. His stance was firm, prepared to pivot the conversation as needed to extract the most critical information that could aid them in navigating the looming threat, but a thought came to him. "What if Apocalypse isn't trying to destabilze our world... yet. But rather destroy the X-Men's image? It'd be too perfect of a plan. Why fight us directly now when he can frame one of our own and tip the entire nation against us? We're few in number now and it might be a matter of time before..."
@Goonfire
 
Hello again, mighty True Believers!
Now we'd like to take all of you on a little side narrative to the story we have so far! Don't worry, it does mesh into the story we all love here! Maybe just a little something for your entertainment!
Enjoy!



The focus of our tale is a young man with the name of Maxillian Rhiley. He and his family call Oak Bluffs home, in Martha's Vineyard. A very nice neighborhood. As such, Max (as he prefers to be called) has never wanted for anything. Despite that, he still holds a regular part time job while he goes to high school. He is 17, and was brought up with a healthy respect for labor and the rewards of a good day's work. His parents are a part of many charitable organizations. The organizations they support focus mostly on the homeless, LGBT+ and mutant communities.
But Max doesn't share their views.

He and his friends have their own feelings about certain groups of people. Or so called people. One of Max's best friends was seriously injured by a mutant. Now.. the incident actually had nothing to do with the mutant's powers (her mutation is that she has scaly skin and dark eyes). His friend was bullying the young mutant girl… and she finally fought back. He didn't know she was trained to defend herself, and defend herself she did. She put Max's friend in the hospital. He healed, though. But the indignation was still there. And this incident cemented Max's loathing of mutants. He and his little gang sees them all as a danger to normal people. To humans.

Now look towards the days of the trial of Henry Gyrich. Groups were gathering to protest. And people going to protest the protesters. Mutant rights groups, white supremacy groups, pro-human groups… a potential powder keg. But nothing happened during the trial, save for a few small skirmishes that were quickly dissipated. Max and his friends attended the protests in the last few days of the trial, right up to the verdict.
Now come the day of the sentencing. Even more freaks showed up, just as they had heard. The online forums were crammed with information on what sort of groups would be there, intentions, who could be trusted and not. Max and his friends decided they needed to be there. To represent humans. To make sure those muties behaved themselves.

So here we are. Big day. The sentencing of one Henry Gyrich. Max and his pals stand amongst a group of men and women who seemed very serious about being there. Many of those around them were white nationalists… Max didn't know that but it would bring a smile to his lips if he did. As the early morning continued, the crowds got bigger and louder. Effigies of mutants were hung from ropes. Mutants attending wanted to really show these humans what they should be afraid of. For some of them, that was what they wanted. In this gathering of opposing ideals and viewpoints, there were many that just wanted to prove they were the stronger. Prove they weren't afraid of the other side. And the whole time Max stood in the crowd, he was surveying those within the pro-mutant ranks. One of his friends standing in front of him has a backpack on, one filled with a few baseball sized rocks. That's all clever boys like Max and his pals would need to take out a freak.

Now word starts to spread in the crowd that the National Guard of the District of Columbia had arrived and were starting to separate the larger groups into smaller, more manageable groups. Not impeding anyone, just redirecting some of the crowds in an attempt to make things a bit more safe. But tension was thick in the air. All there would have to be is a little… push.

Notifications on many phones go off almost at the same time there in the plaza where the groups are protesting. And those crowds get noticibly more quiet as the news is shared among all of them. Gyrich had just been murdered. Murdered by mutant. Those gathered around Max begin to murmur about how cowardly it was. How it was a declaration. A declaration of war from those freaks. Anger builds. Rage. And amongst the pro-mutant groups… anger builds. Rage. Things were about to get bad. The humans wanted to fight. Many of the mutants were now straight up scared. Being threatened by many of the groups they are surrounded by. Most here, though, have no want for a fight. To take out the growing aggression towards the other side. But that won't stop the others.

Someone in the pro-mutant group screams loudly, heard above the others. Those around him suddenly move away from him in fear. His hands are now surrounded by red flames, and his eyes have those same flames in them. He starts to move forward through the crowd, the crowd parting for fear of being burnt. The young man with the flames for hands screams at the anti-mutant groups. Daring them to try anything. And someone does. Max reaches into his friend's backpack discretely and pulls out one of the rocks they had brought. Again, about the size of a baseball. Having had enough of these freaks, he hurls the rock towards the pro-mutant crowd.

Fortunately it doesn't hit its intended target.

artbucks-asset.jpgAs the rock was thrown, it would seem that nothing would be able to stop it from hitting one of the pro-mutant protestors. And perhaps started a war. But midflight the rock is caught by an outstretched hand that seemed to come out of nowhere. Gloved red hand, grasping the rock. From under the mask, piercing blue eyes stare right into Max's eyes. Later Max would swear the man before him was staring straight into his soul. Everyone seems to freeze as they realize what just happened. And one of the anti-mutant group shouts suddenly "Yeah! Go Cap!" The Star Spangled Avenger looks in the direction of the voice, and then back to Max. Now from Captain America, the burning mutant shouts. "They threw the first stone! I'm gonna finish this now!" He is angry, the young mutant. He is frustrated. He is… scared. Still staring at Max, Captain America raises his hand with the rock and flexes that hand. The rock cracks… and then splits into 5 pieces. Cap then turns, motioning to the burning mutant and speaks in a stern… yet tender… tone. "Stand down, son. Please, there's no reason for more blood to be spilled here today." The burning mutant, his eyes meets Cap's. He is stared down… absolute resolution in Captain America's eyes. Not fear. Or anger. Or judgement. There is something there that the mutant can't identify, because he has never been looked at with it before. Kindness. The burning mutant just nods a little, the flames along his body extinguishing. Cap nods to him, and utters a soft "Thank you."
A shout from behind Max "You're sposed to be on our side, Captain America! On Human's side!" Now Captain America turns again, addressing the crowd with a commanding tone. "The only side I'm on is the side of truth. Of justice. And justice is blind as to who it serves. So" He now turns a little, standing directly between the two rowdy groups as he continues. "If you want to carry on, then I WILL put you down. Don't make me have to." He looks along the crowd… the crowd almost seeming enthralled with the man before them. His shield glistens in the warm rays of the sun, as if truly acting as a beacon for all.

No one speaks, or steps out of line. Those with no intention of harming others are in near awe of Captain America. Of the living legend. And those that truly DO want to harm those standing across from them (both physically and intellectually), they say nothing out of fear. Fear of Captain America's righteous wrath.

He nods and motions to them all "Thank you. Now, I need to ask you all to disperse. Let the police and National Guard perform their duties. I can't force you, but I am asking you." Everyone has a different reason for doing so, but much of those gathered now begin to funnel away from their spots. Some out of respect for the Captain, some knowing there won't be anymore action… and others because they are afraid the other Avengers will show and make things even more difficult. Some linger, of course. Some taking pictures of Captain America as he watches the crowds, just to ensure no one tries to harm another. Seeing how peacefully that ended (which he is thankful for), a National Guard commander now comes up to him to explain the situation.


And as for Max…
His friends had already taken off. But Max was left just standing there. As Captain America speaks to the commander, he notices Max just standing there. Their eyes meet, and immediately Max looks away and starts to move. He heads towards the entrance he had come in, his gaze averted downwards. Cap watches the boy, silently hoping he'll be okay. The odds are good in that regard, really. Max gets a cab for the long drive home, not wanting to ride along with his friends. 'Friends'… He decides when he gets home he's going to unsubscribe from all of the sites he and his friends frequent. The ones that told him how evil mutants are. How being ready to fight is the only way someone like him will survive in this world. He's seen another side, now. There was always the chance his life would never be the same after he came to this event. For good or bad.

But now… it's all up to him…
 
Xavier Mansion, Cerebro...

Storm took in the sight of Cerebro once more; it was one she had not seen in months. Though the Professor had helped condition others' minds against telepathic probing and manipulation, her mind was nowhere near qualified to use the device. She nodded at Jean's request, to be her anchor. The door slowly closed behind them, ensuring they would not be interrupted.

Cerebro was a powerful device that demanded much of the user. There were only four mutants in the universe qualified to use it, and now one of them has seated herself before it. Ororo leaned forward, one hand resting on the back of the chair, the other on the edge of the console. Her gaze flickered between the vitals monitor and Jean's face. At times, one could simply be overwhelmed by the sheer volume of sensory information with which they were bombarded.

As the program started, a hologram of Earth formed in the center of the spherical room. With mental commands, Jean was able to peer closer and search anywhere on Earth... but there were two places relevant to her search: Japan and Washington, D.C. Though the team knew where he supposedly went, he never disclosed what city, prefecture, or even on which island he'd be staying. The man was resolute that he didn't want to be bothered, but when framed for a crime, someone seeking him was inevitable.



Xavier Mansion, Laboratory...

"Well, this weirdness was bound to happen... Me, being useful to you," said Mystique in between bites of food. She nodded to Hank; it was good. "Information is a valuable thing, Summers. So let's make a deal. You let me out of this cell, and I do what I do best: provide intel. And before you say anything snarky... I already saw what you did to her, and I won't have what she's having." She remembered last night, the sight of Hank and Matt dragging in a frazzled, bruised Envy.

"One thing leads to another," Envy retorted to Scott's theories. "Doubles and defamation are only the start. A war breaks out, and before you know it, men like Magneto do the work for Him—culling the weak, destabilizing governments, securing His rise to power. My Earth... was the testbed, X-Men. Yours... Urgh..."

She paused for a moment, rubbing her temples. Blood trickled from her nose onto her upper lip, except... Among the red, there was a cyan glimmer. Her yellow eyes turned a fiery red and her lips dark blue. Matching lines spread from the corners of her mouth and up her cheeks.

Envy wiped her nose, at first unaware of what was happening. Upon seeing the glowing blood, her face creased with terror. "No... They know...! Ahab! Ah... Ah—Aaaaahhhh!" Her panic was short-lived as she fell back, shattering the plate and spattering her breakfast across the cell. She convulsed violently on the floor, blood running from every orifice on her face.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

Her bloodcurdling cry faded, her body falling limp.

Mystique's jaw had dropped. Though she couldn't see what was happening right next door, she knew by the screams it was horrible. The odor of blood reached her nose. "What... the hell... was that?" she sputtered.

And so, this was the grisly scene to which Matt would return...



Xavier Mansion, Foyer...

As luck might have it, Raelyn and the headmaster found one another, both having just missed Matt and unaware of the chaos unfolding beneath their feet. He floated down the stairs, white cape billowing behind him. He seemed lost in thought at first. "Ah, Raelyn." He immediately noted her expression and her hand clutching the phone. "I take it you saw the news if you're not with your class right now." He motioned for her to join him in the living room. The television was still on, still on channel 7. A different anchor was regurgitating what was already known about the assassination, but after a moment, she paused.

"I'm getting word now, through our sources on the ground, that national hero and Avengers leader Captain America has shown up in front of the Courthouse in Washington, and is calling for the mobs of protesters to disperse. We go live once again to our news correspondent, John Carter. John?"

The display shifted over to the familiar reporter who had been in D.C. for multiple days, covering the series of groundbreaking verdicts and protests. "Diane, thank you. As you can see, the crowd here is nearly gone, but just a moment ago, we were on the verge of having war in the streets of our nation's capital as both sides stood at the ready. If you can see over my shoulder here, Diane, we have superhero Captain America talking to Capital police as they organize efforts to peacefully disperse the protestors. We're going to attempt to get a statement from him regarding the potential violence among protesters."

The reporter stepped closer to the barriers in the streets, the cameraman following closely. "Captain America! Cap! Do you have any statements you'd like to make for the millions of Americans who are watching this all unfold?"

Magneto scowled as he watched. "Captain Rogers... Hopefully he and his friends won't put up resistance during our mission soon. Anyway, did you have something you wished to talk about?"
 
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