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Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters

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Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters

"C'mon, Professor Torres! You got this!" A young man with red hair cheered along with a few other students as the woman feigned going left before spinning and whisking past her dark haired opponent. With little effort she sank the orange ball into the net from the three point line. "And that is just how I do." The fifteen or so kids went wild, tackling their buddy and harassing him about having been beat by an older woman before quickly assuring Art that they meant nothing by it. She shooed them away, smiling as they headed off to the kitchen. She made her own way to the locker rooms where she had left her phone, checking it for messages. Nope. None. She wasn't sure why she had a phone. She only really had about seven friends and they all slept down the hall from her. Her human friends from her days as a teen, waitressing in the Bronx, all thought she was dead. 

She sighed and pushed her fingers through her now vividly blue and purple waves of hair, turning in front of the mirror to flex and marvel at her toned muscles. Staying fit was hard work. She was chubby once. Never again. The feeling of getting lightheaded every other time she stood was something she couldn't handle. Plus her tattoos didn't look good stretched out. She ran her fingers along them, tilting her head as she envisioned more ink covering the remaining spots of exposed, scarred flesh. Her scars weren't all gruesome. Most just looked like she'd been attacked by some kind of animal with claws or a knife and a few burns. But she didn't like looking at them. The tattoos and scars were all visible in her sports bra and sweats. She had smacked a boy earlier for commenting on the scar taking up her back.

All this thought of scars was depressing her so she resigned to simply go back and play more ball. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and pursed her lips as if to kiss the mirror. But she didn't. Obviously. That's crazy. She just adjusted her shoes, which were as colorfully creative as she was, and headed back out. The sight of Freddie dribbling the ball brought a faint smile to her face and she quickly moved to lean against the bleachers. "Well, well. What's going on here?"

"I was going to run naked through the quad but I settled for a quick game of free throws" Freddie bounced the ball off of the ground and back into the palms of his hands. "I wouldn't mind a little one to one though, you're certainly dressed for it Nia." He threw the ball over to his gorgeous friend and smiled. "What do you say, a quick game of Horse?" It was something they had done for years when they were students. Midnight games of basketball, fueled by liquor stolen from Logan's drinks cabinet that often resulted in either a temper tantrum or sex, sometimes both. "It'll be just like the old days."

"In other words, you're looking to get down and dirty on the court and in my sheets." She gave him a grin as she caught the ball with ease only to toss it off to the side without a second glance. The sound of the net swishing as it met the ball was followed by the sound of the ball bouncing off of the floor several times. "I should warn you that my aim is a lot better than it used to be." But that's what happens when you remember that you were once a highly trained assassin.

Picking the ball off the floor after it had rolled to his feet, Freddie grinned at his old friend. "Remember, I have a heart condition. You'll have to take it easy on me, on the court and in the sheets" He winked before he began to dribble the ball. "The whole all ages night was a good idea, Nia" He said as she moved to position to guard him. "The kids will love it and so will the teachers. Even now you still surprise me" He took a step back and launched the basketball high into the air for an easy 3 point shot, "We can skip all this and go straight to the bedroom if you want?" He laughed.

"I'm full of great ideas. Why are you so surprised that I'd suggest a night filled with singing, gaming, movies, and snacks? I might be getting old but I'm still a kid at heart." The mixed young woman grinned as she fetched the ball and made another shot, though she missed. "H." Glowing hands snatched up the ball and tossed it to Freddie as she moved closer to him as well. "Depends... What do you want, mi amor?" Her smile was softer as she stood inches away from him. Despite the bag of cats in her head he seemed to make her feel normal.

"What do I want? ... All of it, give me all of it and give me it now." Freddie pulled a spin move and hit another basket. "I want it all and I want it with you, always have." He telekinetically pulled the ball into his hands and tossed back over to Nia. "Seeing you like this...when we were kids we were both in a dark place, hell we both still are but now, that darkness seems a little brighter and ain't because of your powers." He began to guard her again as she set off on her next turn. "It's up to you really Nia, what do you want....?"

Nìa caught the ball and threw it again, missing as Freddie smacked it before it had gotten an inch from her hands. "O." She kicked the ball away and grabbed Freddie by his shoulders and pulled him closer. "What I want? I want us to be us again! I want to pretend that I'm not a psycho assassin serial killer. That I'm just a teacher. But I can't. And it pisses me the fuck off." Like many of their basketball court conversations, this one escalated quickly as her grip on his shoulders tightened. "I want the good days back."

"The good old days are gone, it ain't never gonna be like it was but that doesn't matter. You know why? Because we're different people now and we can be better than we were before." Freddie raised his hands and placed then on Nia's soft neck. "We can be better."

Armonía closed her eyes, the game forgotten as her arms slid and draped over Freddie, leaning against him. "Jeez. It hasn't even been a week and I'm already spazzing out." She smiled lightly and placed her head against his chest with a light sigh.

"Guess that makes two of us." He kissed the top of her head lightly ad simply held Nia in the middle of the court for a few moments of blissful silence. "Come on girl, let's get out of here."

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Armonía had prepared herself for the night by arming herself with her favorite body pillow, iPad, phone, and laptop. She had her favorite blue fleece blanket matching her hair wrapped around her Hello Kitty pajamas as she watched everyone file in. She had worked hard to turn the large club into a place fit for children. She had a lot of help from students too, especially in preparing the snacks. She had a falling out with Kitty earlier after snapping on the Head Mistress for feeling she was overstepping her authority and undermining Art's own authority as the appointed X-Men leader. While she did find that the test at the museum was fun and insightful she wasn't pleased that Kitty hadn't discussed it with her. She hadn't spoken with her old friend since, burying herself in the work of preparing a relaxing evening.

And relaxed she was. She found herself a nice dark corner where several older students surrounded her as she inked them. A few had asked for X-Men tattoos but she had denied them. She compared it to a civilian getting the Marine Devil Dog on them. They didn't earn it. She did fear that she'd be stuck giving tramp stamps, butterflies, and kanji marks on people all night. But teaching was her thing now and teach she did. As she leaned against Robert Yancy's back with her inky gloves she finished shading his tattoo. It was another of her famed 3D tattoos, his skin appearing to be ripped open on the right side of his chest while a snarling wolf seemed to trying to break free. He could shift into various canine forms and she was giving him all the information she knew about shapeshifting mutants, speaking with bravado and enthralling her audience.

As her hand cramped up from doing so many tattoos so quickly she took a break and sent them away. Guarding her tattoo station she flexed her hand and curled up with a paperback novel. Of Mice and Men was one of her favorites and it still managed to make her cry.

Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters

X and I are working on a collab. It'd be done sooner if the site wasn't acting so wonky.

Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters

Still here, obvi.

I'll be posting tomorrow.

X, collab? Or nah?

Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters

I'll be on silent for the weekend. A friend of mine and my husband's old war friend recently passed and we will be in mourning.

Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters

Freddie's group met up in the WWII exhibits with Armonía's group while Daisy's should be on the way from the Ancient Egypt exhibit. Six will post for Marlowe and lead his students there as well.

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Fairy Tail. Yes. Oh, dear. Yes.

Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters

Armonía

This particular museum wasn't exactly her favorite, as Art preferred art museums, obviously. But history was as important as art. She was silent on the bus ride there, sitting with Freddie and holding his hand as she drowned out chatter with Deadmau5 blaring in her ears. It wasn't until he gave her hand a squeeze that she realized they'd arrived. There weren't that many students, the trip being an optional choice. Out of their nearly one thousand students not even twenty wished to attend. She cut Kitty a side look when the Head Mistress announced they'd be breaking into groups, a light frown on her face. Why? They were hardly enough to fill a small classroom. It seemed silly to her but she complied anyways and dragged her group to the WWII section where she quizzed everyone in her group lazily. She wasn't exactly enthusiastic as she looked over everything. She zoned out, her vision blurry as the thought of war forced to remember again her own past war and the war she waged on herself now. She was soon tore from her thoughts by the shaking and loud boom of an explosion. Her ears were still ringing as she immediately threw herself over a young girl who had separated from her elder sister to listen to Art speak.

As she stood back up her anger boiled and bubbled at W's words until it was visible. At first when her glow surfaced it was dark red, revealing her scathing anger and frustration. A hard and thin layer of light solidified over her form and provided a body shield for her, eliminating the need for her to flinch against flying rubble or squint to avoid getting the settling dust and debris in her eyes. The child she was shielding had been snatched away by her sister who was afraid, now seeing that she was in the company of mutants. Art managed to keep her cool enough that her glow dimmed, watching as her students made an exit for the civilians while fighting back against the soldiers that had materialized through the walls. Whether they were humans who hated mutants or Uncle Tom mutants, she didn't care. They were going to die. Bullets smashed against the light coating her, not even cracking it as they clattered to the ground in failed attempts on her life. She'd jump into the fray soon enough but she figured that now was as good a time as any, if not the best, to scout X-Men potential in the students.

Luna was an absolute beast and Art was looking forward to seeing her in the Danger Room. It hadn't been a favored place of hers until she was chosen to lead the new X-Men. As a student, she was hardly there. Her first session had lead to twenty-four of her classmates with various broken bones, third degree burns, and four of them comatose. She wasn't allowed to fight other students after that. She would fight with Logan instead and even then, she was hardly there. After her memory was altered she was never there again. But, not many were. After one's first session they were only ever allowed back again if they had been chosen to train as X-Men. And there weren't many added to the team. Charles always stated that he wanted a team - Not an army. The young mixed Professor intended on honoring his wish by remaining extremely selective with the X-Men recruits. Only they would be taught advanced combat, learning to amplify and apply their powers in ways they'd never imagined. Why? Because she wasn't going to recruit people she didn't trust and she wasn't going to have vigilantes in their midst. Funny though, seeing as the X-Men themselves were vigilantes to the government.

But...  It was good to see how they coped in a true dangerous setting. River didn't seem to be quite as battle savvy. She knew he was good with firearms. She slipped away, though hardly far, watching as the three worked as a team to save the civilians as well as each other. Luna used her strength to pry open a steel door. Impressive. Alicia seemed more of a support type. But she could well enough hold her own against humans. River having a weapon now showed her his potential and she silently made note of the actions from them all. River, though, she could see would need a hell of a lot of condition training. One wound, not even from a bullet, was starting to slow him down. Weak..., she thought to herself before cringing. The darkness in her was rising. But she wasn't going to force it down this time. It was hardly a good time for any meditation or yoga anyways.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped out into the line of fire and gave a sharp and high pitched whistle to draw attention to her. The humans were gone. It was only her, her students, and the soldiers now. They came for death and they would have it. Letting herself be taken over by the warrior in her, the hidden beast, she began to frown. Her face contorted and an expression of rage took over. Concentrating, she could feel every individual photon of light in the room trying to gravitate towards her, almost as if desiring to mesh with her being. She pushed them away and instead coated her students in light. "Now, we fight." While she would have loved to make each of the soldiers suffer for hurting her students, destroying a museum, putting innocent lives in danger, and simply being fucking idiots, she knew she had to end it quickly. They had to find the others. She walked through the rain of bullets as more soldiers came, counting out thirty-five. "How about we even out the playing field," she sneered as hands of light materialized and began to snatched and toss away the guns of the soldiers. "Guns are for the weak anyways," she scoffed. Gone was the usual kindness, love, and gentleness in her voice. it was replaced by all of the sass, attitude, and scathing hatred and superiority possessed by her alter ego.

No sooner had his gun been taken away did a soldier run at her and grab her by the shoulders. He was met with the heel of her palm connecting heavily with his nose, effectively breaking it and pushing him away as she delivered three quick blows to his chest with her elbow, pushing him further away and probably cracking a few ribs with the sheer force before lifting her leg high and kicking him in the stomach, sending him to the ground. Another came behind her and attempted to attack with kicks but she dodged them all. As he was in a squat position she used it to her advantage, stepping up onto his thigh with her left and bring her right knee to his neck while driving her knuckles into his face. He fell and another came, throwing a punch. She grabbed him by the wrist as she sidestepped it and pulled him in, grabbing his shoulder and began rapidly kicking him in the stomach while forcing him to bend and meet her foot. He strained to breathe as she released him only to deliver a spinning kick to his sternum. The wave of soldiers continued, two charging her at once. She grabbed one and bent him over, driving her knees into his ribs twice before kicking out backwards at the one who had come from behind, returning soon enough to slam her elbow into the side of the other's face, snapping his neck as he fell to the ground.

She would not be stopped, swatting away the soldiers like flies. Limbs were broken, ribs were cracked, skulls were smashed, and necks were snapped as she fought. It took all of her will power not to rip out their organs and bones to beat them with. It took even more will not to simply blast holes through their heads. She stuck to hand to hand combat, outmatching all that approached her even when they charged her in waves. "Faster! We need to find the others!" She barked the order at the students as she gouged a woman's eyes out before pushing the screaming human away from her in disgust, stepping on the head of a man who had grabbed at her leg, driving her heel through his temple with a few stomps that didn't end until he was merely convulsing. Truly, no fucks were given this day as she quite literally roared, her muscles flexing as her hands curled into fists and colored lights flashed around her. Her blue hair and tan complexion were stained with blood, much like the rest of her body and clothes. She wasn't exactly drenched in it though. She wiped away the blood from her tattoos and grimaced as she turned to watch her students finish off their fights.

She would not aid them for now.

Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters

It'd be a lot less stressful in posting if everyone would be patient. Between the Memorial Day weekend, some having finals, work, and others planning summer vacation everyone seems to have varying availability. We all need to be considerate of those who can't currently donate as much time to posting instead of trying to zoom ahead. Lyric, if you want you can go ahead and have your character get separated from her group to join in with another. I'll be posting by the end of the night and I can have Art come across her.