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In X-Men: GenetiX 26 days ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
It was like something beyond Astral existence. Not a consciousness pushed through the psychic ether, but one that seemed in itself its own ether. Something Xavier understood to be exclusive to and only possible by Umbra. Different from power. . .it didn't feel attained so much as. . .defined.

Yet with an unmissable power imbued somehow in the nothingness.

Xavier knew what Umbra had thought to do.
This sick possession of Andrew's body seemed like some kind of compromise. Why. . ?

The greater magnitude of this was unknown, and unsettling. . .Charles Xavier had been in many minds. Mutant and non-mutant. Twisted ones were found in either. Vast expanses. So many one wouldn't believe if not seen, even one who could be considered a professor of such.

But this.
This held nearly no comparable feeling of "mind" at all.

Xavier likewise had ample experience with illusionist powers and this reminded him of being inserted into someone else's mindscape; created world; dimension. Yet it still didn't feel like anything previously experienced.

And for something Xavier couldn't concretely perceive, it evoked a lot of feelings within him. Like all that was absent from Umbra was finding its place in him. He almost felt masticated and swallowed by that yawning abyss. Questioning for several fractions of a second if Umbra could devour other minds, like Andrew's, merely by their critical error of treading too close to Umbra's "presence".

But no. Xavier was still himself.
Still with the feelings he had on his approach; taking precedent to all others.

If Umbra could analyze Xavier like some scan, what would now be found would be oddly focused.
As though the magnitude of Xavier's "files" couldn't be revealed without engaging with this one.

And the insight Ryder provided to the X-Men wasn't his to know.

"I trust you can comprehend me. . .The person from which you took something. Vastly more important is what you took afterward. Your reach ends here."



Cyclops didn't waste a second on the significance of Ryder's permission. He spoke into the comm., giving notable permit himself: "Logan, if you see 'em, free reign. We're coming." Already leading the way to the elevator shaft, Cyclops add of "time for a Talent Showcase," could've come off as an offhand statement to the air, though Storm and Beast understood it for the tactic command it was.

Give 'em your best whatever it was.
Beast flexed his supple body before "following" Cyclops with acrobatic maneuvers off the walls and ceiling, winding up at the shaft ahead of his leader.

He used the same to descend the shaft safely while Storm and Cyclops merely jumped, Storm deftly using her powers to slow both their descents though Cyclops could've used his optic blast; wind was less alerting.
They use humans? That was a different type of unsettling.

"Who--" the question was cut off when Ryder suddenly reacted to her mental probing; Xavier's astral form doing so, as well.

And just ahead of Ryder's warning, it would feel as though a call had just dropped in all the minds Jean was connecting -preceded by ear-splitting static, so to speak, for Cyclops alone.

He immediately knew what must've happened: 'Jean?!'

She'd felt like she'd been wading when she suddenly found the drop-off --or something that lurked there had found her, forcing her down.
Managing to surface, Jean reacted like waking from a nightmare; breath catching, eyes wide. '-I'm fine, Scott.'
In fact, reality was still settling back in for her -her physical surroundings coming back into her visual field like a mood light turning up.
'But this mind is powerful.' Great as the mind of Jean Grey was, and the one adjacent which taught her, she felt concerned.
This experience felt on a different level than even that of Ryder's mind.

'We should keep to our comms. now. Telepathy only if-

The gathered X-Men's attention suddenly went to the radios.
Afterward, Cyclops' reverted to Ryder: "I know you came here for this but if he's as willing to face you alone, it doesn't sound smart. We might have an opportunity here if he doesn't want us engaged with."

"You do not have precedent for how a face-off with him may go," Storm chimed in. "Allowing us to engage him first will not cost you anything."

SCREEEEEE---eeeeee

As one their attention turned again, this time in the direction of the next elevator shaft some distance on.

First thought was that Umbra was making his way up, except the sound had dissipated as though getting farther away.

"Wolverine." The presently missing member of their party.

"Charles' astral projection has gone as well."



Able to move in all directions and through solid matter in this form, Xavier didn't strictly require the elevator shaft to efficiently make his way down; he could travel like someone using a walk-through-walls glitch in a video game.

And he was just as determined as Ryder to have his 1-on-1 with Umbra.
Jaclyn "OfAll" Chreyz

Location: New Orleans - Botanical Gardens
Skills: Power Mimicry - Chlorokinesis


OfAll's intentions to manifest telepathy didn't pan out --in fact, it was though the thought were truly a train, going through her mind before she could catch it. She didn't even feel what she should in her body when she actually made a manifest attempt. Like only deciding to get up but not actually activating your muscles.

Alright, then I should be here, OfAll determined, as the pain in her head disappeared with the familiar warmth of Edus' magic.

She only just managed to get up when another vehicle came her way, sending her back --Whew! Too many close calls, with these past two not even from who they'd thought they'd be fighting. Then one of the entities they did made itself known --flames lashing out from Chrysi/Mary's form. OfAll felt the pain of the burning plants through her chlorokinesis.

There were a lot of moving parts in this fight, now --everything suddenly ramping up: more players -good that the numbers were on their side, evening the power balance, hopefully-- volleys from both sides, some succeeding, though it was hard to see --the visual field reduced first from the flames and smoke, then the subsequent haze from Klara's dousing of the former.

A whoosh up--Edus with his cape. This gave OfAll one idea; more mobility with the potential for offensive and defensive work.
If she could pull it off, she'd join Edus up there. Coordinated efforts from multiple angles could be the winning strategy -if the glow of portals was anything to go by, Max was already implementing an multi-angle assault, and the only gap in the magic was above.

Quickly scanning the area, OfAll looked for a specific object relating to a second idea; one which would compliment her first.

Unfortunately, she didn't find it, and running to search seemed like a foolish idea -for herself.
She had a backup in that respect, but that would come after. For now she switched her attention to manifesting. . .could second time be the charm for a sprightly mutation? . .Apparently not. OfAll felt the effort this time, yet nothing became of it. She grimaced in some distress. Chlorokinesis was feeling like a detriment now. . .If she weren't a beginner in Okichitaw she might consider getting-in close. . .Think. Think!

She was keeping a cool head, yet fast realizing she should've spent at least part of the preceding month in the Danger Room --kicking her brain more in the gear of thinking on her feet. If only she could manifest others' cerebral cortexes. Specifically her little sister's; Holo could always come up with something in a flash.

That could've been a solution right there.
Except OfAll never could manifest Holo's powers.

She kept watchful eyes on the field, hoping if nothing else her observational skills could be of service, while she kept wracking her brain; beyond just what she could manifest: What was it Chrysi had said?
Utilizing their night vision, the X-Men moved forward. Wolverine was wholly focused on getting a whiff of anyone coming near, or that they were coming up on. To varying fraction, Storm, Beast and Cyclops were partially focused on encountering someone, and partially focused on taking in what was presently around them.

Cyclops' eye in particular roved across the lab equipment housed in each room. Some seemed uniform, like the multitude of rooms were simply for executing the same procedure on multiple subjects at once. While other pieces were distinct, telling of some specialization one room had compared to another.

Papers, mostly loose as though spilled from a hastily grabbed stack, though also a couple clipboards mounted beside walls like medical charts on the end of a bed, filled in some of the details of what this floor was used for.

And it made Cyclops' insides churn with vexation.

Even without having a history himself it would've -making so free with the most innocent- but being he had once been "here" himself; a child-turned-someone's test subject. . . he had a particular sensitivity -a particular hatred towards anyone who would be party to that.

It was the same with Wolverine, minus being a child experiment. Though he could smell the fear that permeated this space when they'd first walked in. Had felt the cold splash of unwelcome, triggering familiarity; he didn't feel the need to gawk at charts and contraptions to confirm and brood over it. Only felt a doubling down of wanting to do what they came here for, and finish this place.

Suddenly everyone's attention was taken by the sound of the gunshots --followed by more.

"Shit." He'd just been turning at the scent of something coming up from a door somewhere behind them when it happened. Though following this utterance, Wolverine actually turned his attention back to the direction they'd been going; he knew what happened. Something else that didn't warrant lookin' at.

The others were just in time to see the agent suffer more intense damage to their ribs than Cyclops had previously endured.

The X-Men's leader presently stared at Ryder like 'what the Hell!?' and checked the temper that was rising--towards himself.
Ryder hadn't been craftily deceitful. She wasn't going rogue. She'd made it very clear what this mission was to her: retribution

Cyclops was evidently a fool to think otherwise; what motivation did Ryder have to go easy?
'This can't happen again, team. Let's be sure Ryder isn't left alone.' He communicated via the X-Men's private channel, with a new kind of guilt mixing in with what he was currently experiencing: it wasn't just about a body count, the lives lost, and how that would reflect on the X-Men or mutants at large. It was also about leaving Ryder open to get hurt more. 'I'm sorry, Professor.' Given the link between Ryder and Xavier, he was likely to know every instance of pain she experienced, and more than Ryder being "on the team" with them, Cyclops felt responsible for her as a fatherly proxy in Xavier's absence.

His physical absence, anyway, for he was still there astrally.

'I am sorry- his distraction was what had allowed Ryder to be caught off guard, and so he vowed as much as implied the echoed command to his X-Men: 'That will not happen again. But if it is the only thing I have over you, Ryder, it is years --experience in this world. Your retribution may only lead to a successive need as from it, more come to view you as less than a person, and something which must be put down. I implore you again, for your own sake not m--'

Jean had to interrupt Xavier: '--Guys! We might have a teleporter on our hands. I could detect Becker's signature somewhere before-' -Jean wasn't able to pinpoint him in the facility any more than she could've warned Ryder of the agent who'd come up from behind- '-now it's no where and some new one is in its place.'

Her phrasing had been coincidental; Jean couldn't know exactly "in it's place" this new signature was.

Beast turned. "Ryder, per chance could we be encountering others of your ilk? Though either lacking your will or freedom to express it?"

Cyclops tensed. The Umbra agents were one thing.
If other manipulated mutants --children had to face the same ultimatum for being sicced on Ryder.

He wanted to speak ahead of Ryder having a chance--make it very clear they, the X-Men, would be handling them if that were the case. But Cyclops held back. Just like there was no reason to think Ryder would go easy on the Umbra agents, there was no reason to think she'd extend her retribution to other experimental subjects. Acting on some knee-jerk fear she would was, to put it simply, wrong. And counter to what they represented.
Jaclyn "OfAll" Chreyz

Location: New Orleans - Botanical Gardens
Skills: Power Mimicry - Chlorokinesis


OfAll appreciated Jean's diplomatic response, not that Pietro's had her feeling on the fence -she didn't feel stupid for bringing up the avenue, though did for doing so to the others instead of directing the thought to Chrysi herself. That was like 101: always speak directly to the person.

As it was, OfAll's thought process hadn't exactly been what the others took it for. A protective being could still be malevolent--that fit the "psycho" label quite well, actually: someone with their own idea of right and wrong. Chrysi could think destroying the world was in service to Mary, for example (and happen to enjoy it). OfAll hadn't been positing Chrysi was a good thing so much as, perhaps she was a different entity than they thought -warped, sure, though not an all out, nuance-free, incarnation of evil -or at least that this situation wasn't exactly what they were taking it for.

And it wasn't. . .It seemed to click for everyone at once.

Stalling. . .

Perry seemed to take the tact of breaking whatever this stall was with action, while OfAll watchfully eyed Edus as he stepped forward in a continued attempt at reasoning. Was it pointless, or not? . .in fact, Chrysi did open up. But it came to feel like a kind of. . .sloughing off of pain, a "too little too late" last ditch effort at sharing the problem, in the course of dealing with it in a more destructive way, as Exodus came onto the scene.

OfAll had just been processing Chrysi's words, thinking back on events; what all she could be referring to, when OfAll's processing had to turn to the bus in Exodus' hands. She'd thought too late she should manifest -or should've back in the first place- Edus's protective powers, and then she could hardly think at all as her head hit the ground, rendering her state of consciousness unstable.

A vague course of action then came to her. Or perhaps the course was clear, just the windshield foggy. . .The answers were in Chrysi's mind. Guin and Annie were there, perhaps not exactly trapped. . .perhaps finding a way. . .Now with Jean. . .

. . .perhaps it was time their -rescue- crowd become a party.

After her conscious mind had caught up with her actions on the Mansion Grounds, Jean also felt a sense of renewed security in her telepathy. Her worry about doing inadvertent damage by using Cerebro had fallen away, which is how she was presently staying connected to everyone -and working with certain finesse. For the Umbra agents, Jean was operating her telepathy like an airband radio. If they made an attempt to reach her, she would receive the message. If not, nothing.

Jean was prepared to answer them whether in surrender, ahead of assault, or in repentance after the fact, if their change of mind came only then. Despite how she'd answered Cyclops, she wasn't about to let someone die in a void if there was any remorse in their souls.

For the X-Men, both the channel Ryder was a part of, and the strictly X-Men channel operating through Jean & Cyclops' personal highway, it was like being in the same room or just adjacent as others talking: hearing conversation though able to tune it out, more or less, until something was said that was obviously directed towards her--or that immediately tuned her back in.

"Dammit."
It was both said and thought once Ryder started going.

Though the X-Men, by Cyclops' own unrelenting discipline, trained until they could assess and react to things so efficiently it could all be mistaken for gut feelings, and so confidently they didn't have to think twice, knowing what a second could mean between life and death, there was something that bit next level about Ryder.

The difference between being so attuned to the rhythms of a video game you could play it blindfolded,
and having A.I. execute the perfect run.

It bothered Cyclops to see this in action, for what it could mean and what it meant now; they couldn't have stopped Ryder in the pursuit of any other result.
But the X-Men's mandate was to save everyone that they could.

The Umbra agents had, unfortunately, made their choice. And it had been an educated one.

Jean's message to them wouldn't have held any meaning had Xavier's work on their memories remained, so he had restored the Mansion event to the Umbra agents' minds ahead of the message going out. They also had to be aware of how the encounter with Ryder had ended last time.

They were beyond saving even before Ryder reacted.

Sometimes there was just no other avenue. Cyclops understood that. Loss of life was never meaningless to him but he could compartmentalize. Still, he couldn't help feeling this wasn't exactly what they'd agreed on.

"I'm taking point." He joined Ryder in the elevator, follow by the others. "They'll go down just as effectively." 'Without it having to be permanent', his tone implied. "Wolverine, take care of the roof. Storm, wind tunnel."

While Wolverine clawed the roof away, Storm started up--soon making it so everyone was suspended some ways above the elevator floor.

With no guarantee they were all lacking in the NVG department, this was so if Umbra agents were positioned right at the exit point on the level they were descending to, waiting for the precise moment they saw any body part of their intruders, they'd be waiting a little longer.
Granting Cyclops that gap of time to adjust his aim and execute--

--agents were there--

ZARK!!!!


--trick shots took care of their guns before underlining the concussive quality of Cyclops' blast.

The agents were down, though still breathing.

Storm had lessened her winds so everyone could land.

"Allow us to take care of these ahead of our procession." Beast gathered the agents back into the elevator where Storm reverted the shaft to makeshift wind tunnel. The winds would last for a while, ensuring the agents would remain suspended even once they regained consciousness.

However, ahead of their procession, another voice rang out--through the psychic link Ryder had permitted Xavier.

You yourself intimated how you are not a weapon, how you chose to be your own person long before now. Do not lose the identity you've so valiantly clung to. Do not revert to the one they tried to force upon you.

Where Ryder was a picture of apathy, Xavier was of firm care; his voice matching hers in determination, though anything but cold.
Not sharing Cyclops' compartmentalization, the pain Xavier felt at the lives taken by his own daughter, and equally at how she was made to feel it necessary, was a feeling behind the resolve in the eyes of the astral form he projected before her.
Jaclyn "OfAll" Chreyz

Location: New Orleans - Botanical Gardens
Skills: Power Mimicry - Chlorokinesis




A glance at Perry; OfAll was unconvinced they were past the words working stage. Chrysi added to this uncertainty as she proceeded to simply sit down inside the bubble Edus had erected.

Though looks can be deceiving. . .

Following a combined telepathic attempt of some sort, Guin and Annie collapsed while Rogue seemed somewhat jolted.
Chyrsi had either definitely reacted, or this was some kind of "firewall" that did the job automatically. Considering what other entity they were dealing with, that firewall could be literal. . .Which then, might not even be a Chrysi thing after all.

This situation was complex.

OfAll could see Guin and Annie's chests rising with breath, so she knew they were alive, yet if they had just been burned mentally--

Her concerned brow furrowed at Chrysi's response to her. OfAll hadn't exactly been asking for Chrysi to explain her reasonings -- more OfAll was trying to see if she understood what Chrysi was after, making this feel like a person holding someone for ransom responding to an officer's question of "is this what you're after?" with "I don't have to tell you".

Now OfAll questioned to herself: was Chrysi even after anything except, maybe, her idea of a good time?

Pietro spoke, introducing the concept of her teleporting.
Was that really another thing here?

Another idea was building in OfAll's mind. . .it was something she realized she should've asked before this point.

Edus' confident statement of what happened to Guin and Annie was both assuring and supporting to the concept of Chrysi doing more than she appeared, yet still. . .

"How much do we know about Chrysi?" OfAll addressed the X-Men at large. "Disassociated personalities typically result from trauma. Is she actually protection for Mary in some way?" A warped way, surely. Though that was the quiet part OfAll didn't say out loud. "Mary could be feeling burn-out while misconceiving she can't take a break or even let on because she's leader. I don't know what that helps here. . ." OfAll realized, her eyes falling from the others.

But if Chrysi were some way of helping Mary, then maybe. . .maybe the X-Men needed to shift their focus here.
". . .Maybe Chrysi can cope with the Phoenix better," OfAll added, almost like she was processing her thought out loud more than introducing a further one to the group, though she did raise her gaze back to them.
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