[center] Spencer | Mila | Karerra[/center]

Spencer couldn’t recall the last time she’d been intoxicated, but perhaps this was what it felt like. It was exhilarating, so much so that Spencer didn’t want it to end. The kiss alone had left her feeling as though she were on cloud nine for everything around her came to a halt when her body was pressed against Mila’s. And her lips – oh, God, her lips mesmerized her. She wondered that had it not been for Mila pulling away if she’d drown in that kiss. It’d be a death so beautiful. 

The girl was in such a trance, she hadn’t even come to acknowledge they’d reached the cafeteria until a voice behind them spoke. Glimpsing over her shoulder, she saw another girl about the age of her, if only a few years older, with brilliant blue eyes and crimson cheeks. The way she moved was so facile, coming about them so directly. 

Her words echoed through Spencer’s mind, articulating that she was both new and in search of a room. Had she not been assigned one? If that were the case, there was a good chance it would happen sometime soon, leaving her without one for the time being. 

“They’ll assign you a room,” she informed the girl. “But everyone is at Ronnie’s as of right now.” 

"Thanks, Spencer."

Mila blinked curiously, looking back and forth between the two. "Uh... Do you two... know each other?" She asked a bit confused.

Spencer narrowed her eyes at the other girl, an abrupt flush of bewilderment and pure rage surging through her veins. “No,” she told Mila. “We don’t.” 

Dropping Mila’s hand from her grasp, she neared the girl with her jaw set. “How did you know my name?” 

"Have you ever heard of 'metadata'? Of governments hardwiring backdoors into every possible information database they can get their hands on?" When Karerra smiled, there was suddenly something sharper than mischief on her pretty glossed lips. Her arms crossed carefully over her chest, her saucer sized eyes narrowing, darting this way and that to ensure no one else was listening.

As if there was a secret to tell, hints of wild jasmine giving life to the air directly around Karerra as she leaned in to whisper just loud enough for both girls to hear. Her eyes locked onto Spencer's eyes. Onto Spencer's soul. "Can you imagine what SHIELD knows about you? Anti-Mutant extremists, a modern mix of the KKK and al-Qaeda, have pictures of you at work. Do you know how intensely just how many sets of eyes are always watching these grounds? From the satellites to the server rooms to the Cloud--I am all seeing, I am all knowing, I am God of any electrical system; and honey you cannot imagine the connections that run through your life, through any person's life, on any given day. Oh I know your names."

Her body leaned back, a soft, frustrated, sigh escaping her lips and nose as her eyes looked away from Spencer, from Mila after a quick hard look. "I could find a secret super mutant hunting computer in the basement, but I couldn't find a modern room assignment list" Oh the pain of ironies. "The last one I found was a stupid simple Excel file created by a 'B. Drake' in Xavier's files, and that was dated back almost a decade ago now."

When her eyes came back to the girls they were softer, as if the black truths of the world had ran off her back like rain now. "I can room with the boys if the girl wing is full? I really don't give a shit." Cold, and creating distance.

Mila became a little nervous as Spencer released her hand and went to confront the girl who knew her name. Her eye twitched nervously, knowing this wasn't going to go in a positive direction with the girls response. Mila walked up to Spencer's side, retaking her hand in her own and giving it an affectionate squeeze; reminder her Mila was there for her and not to worry.

"That's interesting. So, I take it your power is technological based?" She asked, her tone sweet and kind. Trying to diffuse the situation with kindness. "I knew someone like that a long time ago. It was new to him so he couldn't really do much other than check his facebook." She laughed, hoping her little joke helped. 

A near silent escaped lips that were otherwise tightly pressed together until she couldn't help herself on the question about her powers. "No, they're wood based."

“Watch it,” Spencer barked, her posture stiffening. She hadn’t realized before how she towered over both the girl and Mila, a good three or four inches held in her favor. She began to coil her open hand into a fist, suddenly drawn to the very idea of beating her down after replying to Mila so sardonically. 

“It seems we’re of no use to you, then,” she said bitterly. “You’ll have to wait for Professor Pryde to return to the school or go to Ronnie’s and talk to her there.” 

She was in no mood to even act as though she even tolerated this girl’s presence any longer. Claiming that she was a nuisance would be more than an understatement – and whether it was done so on her part intentionally or otherwise, Spencer wanted nothing more than to leave before this led to something she’d regret in a few hours. 

Mila smiled, looking up at Spencer. Though she didn't like the high strung energy in the air she had to admit.... she loved she was so defensive of Mila. She gently caressed the free hand along her arm that she held the hand of. "Calm now, Spence. No need to get worried." She cooed sweetly, trying to ease her temper.

She looked back to the girl. "So, since you already know us. What is your name?" She asked sweetly, a smile to match the warm honeyed tone. 

"Karerra."

"It's nice to meet you Karerra, and welcome to Xaviers. Is there anything information you are in need of? Or have you already gained what information you might need?" 

"Yeah, I'm good. Probably head back to the basement now. Nice meeting you both," her head nodded just slightly so, Karerra's lips smirking.

[i]Basement?[/i] Spencer thought. 

Spencer eyed the girl, watching intently as she swayed backward, readying herself to head off in the other direction. Surely this girl – Karerra as she’d called herself – didn’t believe that there was a basement at the institute. And on the off chance that there even was one, it hadn’t been on the school’s layout of the campus, which would make it off-limits to anyone who wasn’t authorized. 

“What basement?” she finally inquired. 

Karerra found her smirk receding as her eyes once more found Spencer's, her lips moving to speak--but not to Spencer. "Cerebro, is there a basement?"

Echoing from the PA system speakers in the Cafeteria came the soothing, deep, feminine voice Xavier and Magneto had given Cerebro early in 'her' development. [i]"The basement of the Mansion is hidden under dozens of meter thick steel reinforced concrete and supported on a large steel spring support base designed to survive even a direct nuclear attack. Stations within the basement include the Hangar, the Danger Room, Research and Medical Labs, my chamber, and the X-Men's War Room."[/i]

"Thanks, Cerebro." Then, finally, Karerra spoke directly to Spencer. "That's the mutant hunting super computer in the basement, Cerebro."

Obviously.

Spencer expected an explanation from that of Karerra, but instead, she found herself surrounded by the sound of a woman’s voice at every angle, answering the very question that she’d asked precisely and candidly. She looked to Karerra aand cocked her head ever so slightly, her lips composing into a grin. As to how she’d gotten such information, Spencer hadn’t a single clue, but she had her attention, and for whatever the reason may be, Spencer wanted to see what the basement had to offer. 

“Alright, I’ll bite,” she decided. “Care if we tag along?” 

Mila nodded. "Yes! That all sounds incredibly interesting!" She chirped up eagerly.

"Follow me." Karerra turned on her heel, and started moving, never once looking back to ensure they followed or not. The bookshelf in the library hissed as hydraulic engines slid it out of place before retracting it into the floor below, revealing the steep metallic staircase that immendiately lit up as soon as it's entrance was revealed. At the bottom she was greeted by the same symbol of the X-Men as before, a monument to ghosts. 

Just as before Karerra walked down the hall, ignoring off branches and doorways until she arrived to the door at the very end, which opened only after scanning her and reading what Karerra told it to read. [i]"Hello, Professor Xavier."[/i]

"It thinks I'm Xavier. Right now, it's the only way I can access it's full systems. It's powered by Xavier's telepathy, but I have a theory my technopathy will work, plugging Cerebro directly into the entire planet's networks."

Mila looked around in wonderment at all the secret rooms and reinforced hallway. This was all so... crazy. Though in truth it was the Xavier's Academy. She really shouldn't be so surprised. "That is... very impressive, Karerra..." She admitted. She wasn't joking about the weak technopath she knew. She had no idea they had this sort of capability; especially against such an advanced system.

Spencer found it a tad bit odd that the system thought Karerra to be Professor Xavier. She hadn’t known much about the man prior to arriving here, but supposedly, he’d been a very powerful mutant with abilities unlike any other. The fact that she was able to trick the computers into believing that she, in fact, was Xavier, puzzled her. 

Her plans, however, were a different story. She didn’t quite understand what Karerra really thought she would achieve, but surveying the likes of the basement brought her to the conclusion that there were many factors at which she didn’t know. Information that Karerra probably did. After all, she was probably the first student here who’d discovered the basement in years and she'd only just arrived. 

“By doing that, what’ll happen?” Spencer asked quizzically. 

Her eyes focused on the control panel she stepped up to, Karerra gave the only answer she could; the one that scared even her. "I don't know."

For the first time in so long she couldn't remember, Karerra felt so nervous she found her hands...trembling. "Here goes nothing." There was nothing casual about her tone of voice. Even if those behind her didn't quite understand the challenge in what she was about to do, she did. And even Karerra couldn't have understood the danger in what she was about to do. "Stand back. Cerebro, start up diagnostics and maintenance protocols ran?"

[i]"Yes, Professor. I am at full operational capacities."[/i]

For some reason, it made Karerra smile. "That a girl. Wish me luck."

[i]"Good luck, Professor."[/i]

A few quick breaths, a few quick moments to psych herself into the action, and her trembling hands were reaching for the helmet that attached to the console with three metallic cables at least three inches thick each. After a noiseless, mouthed, prayer the helmet was lowered onto her head. Instantly, the room darkened to black, a rush of energy moving through her body like an electric storm as light slowly crept into the room in the shape of clouds of grey. Shadows began to develop, moving through the haze like wraiths caught in a haunting--but no sooner did a shadow appear than it's image sharpen into shapes; a man there, a woman there, a child over there. Through the fog shapes turned into people, the machine starting to cut from one to another so fast that it became impossible for a human to keep up with.

Cerebro and Karerra were moving at speeds most organics simply could not match. "Something's wrong. Found something...I don't know."

Half a heart beat after she said it, the room darkened once more. And then Karerra screamed high and sudden, sparks flying from the control console and the metallic alloy paneling of the round shaped chamber. For a beat, Karerra thought she heard the world crack. She didn't, instead hearing a voice that sounded like hellfire and granite grinding together.

[b]"Who?! Who dares disturb my slumber?! Who dares disturb -- APOCALYPSE?!"[/b]

Another scream came out of Karerra; louder, and desperate as another wave of sparks flew after the control console exploded, loosing Karerra from Cerebro's helmet and sending her body flying back upon the walkway--the machine going dark as the chamber it was housed in. She flew almost all the way back to the two girls. Karerra tried to speak; nothing came but a cough of blood. Feral and seeming half-mad the latina growled, gritting her teeth and trying to force her body up--to stand on her knees, to claw her way back to standing.

But her body betrayed her, and Karerra's body fell where limp and flat as conciousness was robbed from her by the trauma of the feedback and the subsequent explosion. A moment later and red emergency lights came on along the sides of the pathway, only enough power in Cerebro to half open the door.

Spencer hadn’t digested the full extent of what had just occurred, but at the end of it, Karerra was sprawled on the ground, unconscious and spewing blood. Rushing forward, Spencer crouched to her knees and felt for a pulse, relieved to find that she was still alive. With her mind now blanking on ideas of what she was to do, Spencer scooped Karerra from the ground, and bolted for the exit. “Mila, let’s go.” 

She didn’t feel welcome here, nor was she keen on staying. Spencer went in the general direction at which they’d came from and veered for the girl’s dormitory. She thought to bring her to the infirmary, but the school was practically empty at this point – all faculty and students now at Ronnie’s having the time of their lives as Spencer was on the verge of breaking down. 

Hauling her way up two flights of stairs with Karerra still in her arms, she headed down the corridor of empty rooms to where her dormitory was, fumbling to unlock it as she realized she didn’t possess her key. “Fuck,” she hissed, grabbing the handle of the door, watching halfheartedly as ice branched off, caking the lock until it was nothing more than ice. Jerking it every which way, the piece finally smashed under her pull, allowing her to kick the door open with great force. 

Easing Karerra on her bed, she stormed for the restroom, pulling a hand cloth from the folded pile of towels and running hot water over it. Rolling it as best to her ability, she placed it on the girl’s forehead and collapsed next to where the girl laid, uncertain of what her next move would be. 

“Did you hear what it said?” she whispered. “The voice – it said something about apocalypse.” 

She shouldn’t have permitted Karerra to go any further than giving them a tour of the alleged basement. She shouldn’t have let her do whatever it was she was planning to do. In a matter of seconds, the air had thinned and the lights had flickered to nothing but shadowed darkness, all under the power of that damn machine. If Spencer remembered correctly, even Karerra hadn’t been fully aware of all that it could do. 

And yet, Spencer had foolishly let her tamper with it anyway. 

Mila panted a bit as she stood in the center of the room, regaining her breath from running all the way to Spencer's room. She knew Spencer was freaking out, she needed to be there for her, she needed to make sure to keep her calm. They wouldn't be able to solve anything with all this tension. 

Mila went over to Spencer, crawling down to straddle Spencer's lap softly she took her cheeks in her hand and brought he face to look into Mila's eyes.

"It's going to be okay, Sweetie. When miss Pryde gets back we will explain what happened and we will figure out what to do. For right now we just need to remain calm and make sure Karerra is okay." She spoke in a slow, calm tone. Placing a tender kiss to her lips in an attempt to reassure Spencer. 

Mila then crawled off Spencer's lap and moved on her knees over to Karerra's side on the bed. Taking the damp cloth off her head and using it to wipe off the blood on her lips. Her free hand gently checking for a pulse. It was normal. It was safe to assume no threatening damage was done to the girl, just the whole experience must have taken a lot out of her. She needed rest.

Mila spun around and sat beside Spencer on the floor, resting her back against the bed. She then leaned over, resting her head on Spencer's shoulder in an attempt to relax. 

[i]Today had gotten crazy....[/i]