Ruby

Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters

And in record time for me, not just Karerra: I'm withdrawing from the game.

Good luck folks!

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At the moment my unofficial count has us heading to Option 2.

Questions, reservations about it? Toss 'em at me.

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Cold said
If there is a reboot I may pick a different House though... maybe.

We figured some might. So no problem if you do.

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Sixsmith said
Writing this post whilst my allergies are literally kicking my ass right now is making me want to grab a tub of ice cream and cry while I stuff my face.Fooooooox... I feel your pain. @_@ I literally had to cry myself to sleep because the pressure from my sinuses was drilling into my skull worse than a damn migraine and what more, my right nose was congested and leaking profusely. I had to use toilet paper because apparently we don't use tissues in this house. The Sudafed I took literally did nothing for me...EDIT: There we go. Got a Marlowe post up!He's a mess.

Nice post!

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It felt like falling. Like finding out the Devil really existed by stumbling onto the Prince of Darkness' doorstep; with the nightmares that followed. During the few hours she was disconnected from conciousness, Karerra saw the world burn in her dreams. A demon pale and blue came from black clouds, the Four Horsemen of the world's end following fast behind, death following behind them. Fear overwhelmed her, the panic of the end of days confronting what little humanity was left to her. Karerra heard herself scream...but this time it wasn't out of pain or fear.

It was out of rage. A scream so loud and with so much force it was as if her entire body shook to it's core in the world of dreams. When her eyes snapped open, there was only silence at first. A lingering listen, and only the soft sounds of breathing found her. A quick look this and that and Karerra realized where she was, and who was sleeping; the two girls were leaned upon each other and sleeping soundly. Sneaking off the bed and out of the room without a sound was tricky, but after a minute of slow, careful, movements Karerra had achieved just that.

Maybe Spencer and Mila wanted answers? Maybe they did. Maybe they didn't. It didn't matter--they were children, and Karerra wasn't about to endanger them further unless she needed to. Just outside the girl's room, Karerra tripped on her own foot and fell to her knees. Her limbs felt as if they were thrice as heavy as they should be; her head was a migraine that felt as if it were literally splitting her brain in two a microcentimeter at a time. Slowly, yes, but surely her head would explode from the pressure eventually.

But it wouldn't, and Karerra knew better. Her mind reached out, brain waves turning into electrical signals through the power of mutation and willpower. "Cerebro? Are you alright?"

But there was no answer. The Gucci brand leather jacket was ripped from her body and tossed behind her, Karerra's temper getting the better her, but providing the energy to climb to her feet and continue moving. A quick inspection of her appearance found spats of blood on the white silk sleeveless top. She would have to change, but spatters of blood could wait too. Immediately she went to work multitasking; half her mind working with Cerebro, the other half guiding her burnt out body back to the basement.

Many hours and more had passed by the time Cerebro finally came back to her. She was still wearing blood splattered clothing, and still not caring, her hair swept behind her head and tied up in a messy, quick, ponytail. In a tech lab that said it belonged to one 'H. McCoy' Karerra found enough tools to pop the panels open on Cerebro's control panel and do some wire splicing and simple sodering.

It was enough, finally. "Hello, Karerra."

Just the sound of the A.I.'s voice made her smile, and lean back against the Control Panel in weary joy. "Welcome back, Cerebro. Did you lose readings from just before you shut off?"

"No."

She could chase him, or it, then. It was suicidal, but somehow that sounded like the only option to Karerra. "What was it that hit us?"

"According to my sensors, Karerra, it was a mutant with previously unseen power levels."

"Previously unseen? What's that mean?"

"My databases have no record of a mutant as powerful as the one encountered before my system failure."

...suicide it was, then. For a minute, Karerra actually tried to talk herself out of it. Of course, she failed. "Did you get a chance to geotag the source of the feedback? Of the mutant?"

"Analysis was incomplete upon critical failure, though simulations suggest the source of the feedback came from Egypt."

"...like...martial law, violence in the streets, military in charge of the government Egypt?"

"That is correct, Karerra."

Just once, Karerra wanted to see something evil and bad hiding in a happy place. Like DisneyWorld. Why couldn't this bad super mutant be hiding out in DisneyWorld? Or Malibu?...but Egypt? "Thanks, Cerebro. Seems I need to find one of my passports."

"The Hangar Bay houses several personal hypersonic stealth turbo-jet aircraft, Karerra."

"I'll need to learn how to fly a jet plane, then." Even as she said it, Karerra began scouring the Air Force and Navy databases for flight training information. Within an hour she would know enough to fly one of the jets. "Are they fueled and functioning?"

"I will begin fueling one of them now, Karerra."

"Thanks, Cerebro. I'll be back." Now was the time to change, to put her rented McLaren in the Mansion's garage. And maybe say goodbye to the X-Mansion, not even twenty-four hours after she'd arrived. "A new personal record for leaving a place, Christina."

Now that was something to be proud of.

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I'm not slavishly anything. ><

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Versus The Dead said
So is this roleplay still closed or is it accepting new recruits now?

Appears as if it is.

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El_Tigre said
Lovely post Ruby! :) We can definitely work out a collab in our titanpad :) though we would have to wait for Violet to get back on lol

Cool! Just PM me the link whenever. <3

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There go, Tigre and Violet. Let me know if either one of you wants to collab a response, or just do it the ol' fashioned way.

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"Hello."

Curiously, the young woman's head tilted just-so to the right, her dark eyes watching the door intently. Karerra felt the structure's computer system; it's security system was one of the most impressive she'd ever seen. You could repel a small army with the weapons concealed around this Mansion. That in and of itself was interesting. But it wasn't nearly as exciting as the hints the system gave her, the little clips of unsecure information, digital 'garbage' that no human mind was going to even consider. But Karerra considered them, and they showed her this mansion was hiding something.

Mischief sparked in the woman's eyes, as her head turned this way and that, her body taking a few steps back to get a fuller view of the mansion in question. "What's your name?" After a few moments the Mansion responded the only way it could; by unlocking the front door. From the door to stealing a quick glance of the mansion's front face, Karerra found herself smirking as she shouldered through the door, the orange-red candy coated McLaren P1 behind her holding her luggage in it's trunk, luggage she figured she'd leave there until she had a room.

The easy rolling beat-boxing of The Pharcyde's song "Runnin'" drifting through the entirity of the mansion as she walked in, the back of her mind reconfiguring the Mansion's PA system to play the retro hip-hop as her real focus remained on everything the system was trying to keep hidden and locked away from her. Her high glossed pink lips pressed together as a low whistle began to mimic the sounds of the hip-hop beat, as her mind began to mix her own vision with the closed circuit cameras and motion detectors all over the Mansion as part of the afore mentioned security system.

There weren't many students left in the big house; a quick flip through recent wifi traffic let her know where most the Mansion staff was, as well as a large group of students. There was a rather amusing moment between two female students. Maybe I ought to start there. After, of course. Karerra was photoshoot fresh; between the black jeans, white silk sleeveless top under a tight black jacket and the purple Jordans she wore, everything was Gucci save the Jordans, pink diamond studs in her ears matching the pink diamond crusted watch on her right wrist. Drug dealer chic.

It wasn't but a minute before Karerra uncovered a secret door disguised as a book shelf on the first floor revealing stairs that descended to a basement. The staircase was metallic in nature, and once the door opened came alive in accent lighting. Karerra smiled with her high-glossed lips, a small whistle following the smile. "Fancy--still don't want to tell me your name?"

But still the system didn't respond, something holding it back, something ensuring it's silence. A large steel encircled "X" meet her at the foot of the stairs, shortly after she passed by a 'Danger Room' labeled door. A quick scan of Xavier's systems and Karerra knew all she ever needed to know about the Danger Room; namely, it was something she could have a lot of fun with. Fun that would have to wait, as she walked past it, her eyes and mind focused on her true mark: the room at the end of the hall.

At first, the door didn't want to open. There was no power routed to the room, leaving the door dead and lifeless. A quick snap of her fingers, and electric power was routing itself to the room that had been on lockdown since shortly after the fall of Charles Xavier. When the door opened and she walked in, Karerra found herself lost in darkness once the door she walked through closed. A half minute and lights started to come on, a gentle female voice coming from speakers to greet her.

"Hello, Professor Xavier."

Oh, this just got better. She wasn't Xavier, but it wasn't the computer's fault for not knowing that; it's what Karerra had told the computer to believe. There were only two names on the "Root Access" list; Charles Xavier, and Jean Grey. Karerra simply picked the top name. Speaking of names... Now was the time to ask; now that Karerra had gotten through each layer of the Mansion's 'onion' router to reach the secret Xavier's system had tried to hide.

This room was no more than a metallic platform stretching into the middle of a room the size of a small cave. There were sensors fixed around the round walls of the room, and a small console with something set upon it. Something round and metallic...a helmet? Taking the helmet in her hands, Karerra's eyes snapped back up to the dim light of the cavernous room, feeling as if she was finally in the right place to get an answer to her question.

"What's your name?"

"I am Cerebro, Professor."

"What do you do, Cerebro?"

"When connected to your telepathic mutation my systems will scan the world for all mutant lifesigns with an estimated accuracy of 98.6477777%."

"Wow," Karerra was left blinking in half-caught amazement. "When was the last time you were activated?"

"Eleven hours before your recorded time of death, Professor."

That was sad. Without him, they shut you down and locked you away? "...thanks, Cerebro. Run start-up diagnostics and system maintenance protocols. I'll be back to continue this later, I want you at full strength when I get back."

"Good-bye, Professor."

The dead man's super mutant hunting computer saying farewell to said dead man sent chills down her spine. She locked the door to Cerebro, intent to return and see what she could do for the forgotten Cerebro. First, however, there was the matter of tending to her physical needs. A room first among them. For that Karerra returned to the first floor and made her way to the cafeteria, to find the two girls she'd seen using the Mansion's security system before she chased down the mystery in Xavier's system.

A sharp whistle cut through the air of the Cafeteria with the sudden sharpness of a whip crack as she approached the two girls. "Hey!" That would interrupt whatever personal moment they were, clearly, having. Not that Karerra felt bad for interrupting them--sista hadda getta room, afterall. Only when close enough to speak at a normal volume did Karerra continue, "Hi, I'm new. Is there a free room in the girl's wing?"