[quote=@Prudence]
Ben, now clearly pissed off, waved his hand, and the restraints that came over his shoulders, locking him in like a sick carnival ride, popped away, creaking with clear displeasure. He heard another mutant pipe up from across the room, clearly also restrained,

[color=ed1c24]"Can't you tell? You're in some kind of Mutant training center. Kurt fucking Wagoner is like the obsessive boyfriend that can't take no. Except instead of a clingy relationship, he wants you in his speshul boy band."[/color]
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[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Ronan Carlisle[/color][/h1][/center]

	Ronan looked at the tall man speaking those awful words — the words that threw out any chance of him calming down. [color=a2d39c]"M-mutant [i]training[/i] facility?" [/color]Ronan asked, his voice noticeably increasing in pitch as he did so. Ronan hadn't been this stressed and anxious since the last time he had an attack — that was in freshman year. He began to taste a mix of bile, and stomach acid — he could feel the beginnings of vomit coming. He bent over, hands on his knees, and allowed a small amount of water and stomach acid to be expelled from his mouth. He straightened and wiped his mouth, before coughing up a storm. He felt as if his throat was closing up. Despite his lack of awareness at the moment, he couldn't help but be brought back into reality as he heard a harsh shout from one girl, and then felt some sort of explosion from a different direction. His anxiety was temporarily put on the side as he saw a few random articles of clothing land in his pile of sick. [color=a2d39c]"Umm... I-I'm sorry about the clothes."[/color] He said to the obviously disgruntled girl, with the empty backpack. 

	Ronan looked around, significantly more calm, though still obviously on the verge of an anxiety attack. He had it under control for the moment. He surveyed present company, and recognized the blue man from earlier. Ronan looked through the multitude of others who were obviously brought the same way as him, shackled or not. Expressions ranged from uncomfortable and angry, to interested or just plain bored. Ronan continued surveying the people around him, stopping when he came upon that same older man. All his anxiety returned like a brick as he came, once again, to the realization that this man was Erik Lehnsherr — this man is Magneto. 

Ronan locked eyes with the man, his heart practically beating out of his chest. This man was a murderer, and he wanted Ronan for something. [color=a2d39c]"W-what am I doing here? Why did you bring me here?! You have to let me go!"[/color] Ronan said, firing off all of this in rapid succession. 

Ronan walked right down the ramp and past the two men, barely paying the other one any mind. His only concern was Magneto, and not being there. He looked around the hangar, observing the variation of people trouncing about in the enclosure. [color=a2d39c]"This is not [i]normal[/i]"[/color]