xmutanthigh | [OPEN POST] SNEAKY X-MEN TEAM

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[OPEN POST] SNEAKY X-MEN TEAM

Characters: Bobby, Kitty, Julian, anyone feasible.
Setting: Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, Awesometown.
Content: EPIC.
Status: OPEN AND READY.

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IMPORTANT NOTE: REFER HERE before jumping in.

SECOND IMPORTANT NOTE: It's been nearly a day since John has disappeared, along with Logan. There are whispers and rumors floating around school that John has left for the Brotherhood again and Logan has followed to skewer him. ~~Some people say they ran away together to fall in love and join the circus though.~~ Keep it in mind!

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Got it. [She glances over, gesturing and sending the rod flying.

The ease with how Lorna dispatched with both Laura and Josh has unnerved her, to say the least. Scaffolding's already gone flying despite her best attempts to counter it. Almost flying straight into her if there hadn't been a hurried attempt to block it. She sends half of the scaffolding back below to try and resupport the hanger substructure and uses the other half against Lorna despite the futility of the matter.] Why does everyone always have to wreck the mansion?

[Lorna puzzles at the amount of resistance Rogue puts up, it's much harder than it ought to be to rip the metal free from the foundations of the campus. She smiles, cocks her head to one side.]

You're more of a challenge than you look. [A chuckle, realization. Polaris slows her assault on Rogue to float closer to her, their banter suddenly more intimate for the lack of distance.] You weren't just Wolverine's little friend, were you? He trained you, didn't he? [Polaris stops an incoming rod from impaling her through the abdomen.] Must hurt, knowing I ripped the metal from his bones, knowing I watched Wither turn him to dust.

[Her face contorts with anger at Polaris's taunts, a scream of rage ripped from her. She focuses her anger into another wave of hurtling rods. One flies straight into Rogue's hand and she almost smiles as she hefts it before swinging it straight at Lorna as if it were a katana.]

[Lorna catches the wild swing with her fist, trying to make it look easier than it actually is. She shoves the metal back, using only her strength, not wanting to be cowed by this insignificant thief of a mutant. Lorna raises her boot, her heel connecting with Rogue's gut, sending her reeling backward.]

Don't worry, you'll join him soon enough.

[Lorna pulls back, almost reeling, gaining altitude at a ridiculous clip. The very earth beneath her shudders and something deep within the bowels of the Mansion groans, the walls and gardens and walkways all tremoring as Polaris commands them to surrender any and all alloys to her will. Even from a distance, her eyes glow with power as if her sole purpose is to come and undo everything that the X-Men, Charles Xavier, Rogue herself has worked to build.]

No.

[Rogue doesn't even think as she reaches deeper to bring forth more of the psyche. She needs more of its power, more of its control. There's no way she can stop Lorna as Rogue; she needs to become Magneto. The psyche doesn't quite have complete control but it's more than she's ever tried to channel from a psyche ever before.

It doesn't matter. She has no choice anymore.

Rogue shoots higher into the air, drawing level with Polaris again. She reaches out with the now more than ever amplified powers, trying to counter the destruction Lorna's attempting. The entire earth continues to tremble, the metal beneath torn between two opposing commands. Her eyes are glowing with power again and it's started to spread to her hands, the iron rods before just floating around her without any real focused thought. The air itself is buzzing.]

[Lorna cries out as the metals in the earth itself being to shudder under their opposing forces. Their struggle turns primal as Lorna faces the closest approximation to her father she's yet to encounter since his disappearance. Her rage is paramount, the sheer nerve, that Rogue dares to turn her Father's power against her.

Part of the supports of the east wing of the mansion break free, hovering behind Lorna, waiting for her will the shape them, mold them into projectile death. They wait, held at bay by Rogue's will, but each broad strut, each flat sheet of metal bursts into a thousand shards of razor threat at the ready.]

[The strain is taking its toll on both of them, Rogue particularly so. These aren't her powers which most definitely leaves Polaris with the upper hand. The thousand metal shards are worrying her and she focuses what attention she can upon them, trying to flip them around so they'll become a danger to Lorna instead.

The psyche's thoughts and memories are easier access now and she latches on to them, trying to find something that could shake the other mutant's focus, make her sloppy.] Destroying the mansion isn't going to make your father love you, Polaris.

[Lorna seethes at Rogue's taunt, her concentration so fixed on the other girl the Forge sees an opening. He volleys the gas bomb into the air, calling for Rogue to shield her eyes.

Unfortunately for him, Lorna lets a spray of sharp, pointy things loose in Forge's direction. He has to dive and duck for cover to avoid imminent death, but a few strike home, one lodging in his shoulder, another sinking into his abdomen, deep, but just under the angle of his ribs so his internal organs are more or less protected form it. He hopes.

[Rogue just manages to turn away thanks to his warning, moving higher into the air to avoid the gas and subsequently having a prime view of Forge getting hit.] Forge! You okay? [She doesn't wait for an answer, doesn't have time to wait for an answer as Lorna turns her anger back to Rogue. Apparently her previous taunt had worked a little too well and now Rogue's starting to panic a little as she hurries to block an oncoming storm of more metal beams. She's very much on the defensive which is not where she wants to be whatsoever.]

Fine! [Forge lies, he's clearly not fine, the wince on his face as he rips the rod from his shoulder a testament to this. He thinks better of removing the one form his abdomen, the risk of bleeding out very real.

Close to him, he spots Josh's baseball bat, grabs it and splits it in two, the wood splintering into sharp, jagged ends. He sets to work inlaying it with synthetic wiring and a contact-based taser mechanism. He thinks there's enough power to it to incapacitate a person, but getting close enough to Lorna might be a problem. She's now levitating 4x4s and riding mowers above her head which she's ripped from the machine shed, hurling them at Rogue in rapid succession.]

[It's a struggle to keep up. Lorna's had years of practice with these powers. Rogue's avoided them. She goes deeper into the psyche, calling up all the power she can possibly find as another unsettling possibility comes to mind... the possibility of what she might have to do.

She blocks the incoming masses of metal, sending them hurtling right back at Polaris as fast as she can manage. A few of the beams are held back until Rogue judges she has enough and sends them flying at breakneck speed at Polaris from all different angles, hoping that at least one will break through.]

[One beam clips Lorna's shoulder, sending her reeling backward in space. She halts herself, rising again, pulling the eaves from the mansion, sending it to make motions to coil around Rogue like some hideous aluminum boa constrictor.]

I you'd just hold still for a moment, we could hurry this up so you can die already.

Sorry, I don't kill that easy. [Rogue grits her teeth as she shoots higher into the air, trying to avoid the snake-like metal structure. She's almost done because she can't keep fighting a battle on this playing field. Her gloves come off, fluttering to earth unnoticed as she creates a distraction with another beam. It takes just enough of Polaris's attention for Rogue to zoom in, bare hands reaching for the other mutant's face. Skin meets skin and the drain of both powers and life starts. Metal slams to the ground as both women fall closer to the earth, Lorna struggling to get free.] Sorry, sugah. [Rogue releases her, having taken enough to render the woman unconscious but not kill her.

And then she feels it again. That horrible horrible sensation of overloading and too many powers fighting for dominance in her drained and exhausted body. This is not going to be good.]

[Forge's eyes widen as Rogue unleashes her true power, Lorna's limp, unconscious body falling to the earth. There is a tremor of power in the air as she struggles for control. Forge looks at the shoddy, fast rig thing in his hand and wonders if it's going to work at all, if it'll hurt Rogue so much that even Josh might not be able to repair her.

It gives him enough pause to call out to her, hoping she can gain control]

Rogue! The fight's over girl, come back down!

[Rogue's still high up in the air, fighting the psyches within her mind. There's a scream of pain as the new Lorna psyche struggles against her.

She's probably not going to get control back any time soon.]

[Well. That was successful. Can't blame the guy for trying though. He shrugs, nothing for it, and launches his fly-by-night Rogue-stopper into the air. He closes his eyes, waits.]

Sorry, girl.

[It connects successfully, the jagged splinter edges of the wood making contact with enough force to drive deep into Rogue's upper back. He hears her cry out, watches her convulse as the charge takes hold. He darts out quickly as she begins to fall, just barely positioning himself in time to catch her.

She's sweating, panting, questionably conscious. He pushes her hair back from her face with his synthetic hand, cupping her cheek as he supports her limp neck.]

Come on, Rogue. Come on back.

[Her entire body hurts but it's Rogue who's in control of it and not another pissed off version of Polaris.] It's me, Forge. [All of her sessions gone wrong with Logan have taught her that that assurance needs to be the first thing out of her mouth, mostly so she doesn't get skewered or shot again.] Thanks. [It's a few long moments before she tries to get to her feet, gratefully accepting Forge's help. A quick glance around confirms that Polaris unconscious on the ground not too far away. She opens her mouth to make a comment about it when she tries to move a bit too fast, putting a bit too much strain on a spot where Polaris had hit her with some support beams.] I really need to stop making a habit out of this.

[Forge isn't going to give her an option, he's got his arm around her, his fingers pausing to check on the wound on her back for a second before taking a more supportive hold of her.]

You could always take up biting your nails. Might be a little less wear and tear on you, long term. [He gives her a gentle, friendly jostle.] You won't get to save the day nearly as much, though.

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