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Damn, Super Ultra Mutant Phasing SWAT Assault Force! SUMPSAF, that's going to be interesting!
Once River got asked if he was alright, his eyes trailed back to the wound and further inspection would reveal that it was worse than he first expected. The shock had made him think that it was just a scratch but the amount of blood covering his once blue t-shirt made him think otherwise. Now the pain was slowly coming to sting him deeply and River clenched his teeth for a moment to deal with the pain. “Less than…sublime…” He replied, lifting his shirt slightly to see the wound. A piece of debris had made its way through the skin and punctured a hole in River’s shirt. Removing that thing would cause him to bleed out but keeping it in wasn’t very comfortable.
River turned his eyes to the others, hoping that they’d know what to do. If they couldn’t help him, at least they could try to get out of there. Dying in a museum, on a school trip, sounded a bit anti-climactic for the guy who wanted to spend every moment of every day in the danger room, honing his reflexes. Like this, he would slow them all down. If people were indeed there to kill, River would only be a burden. If they came to the museum to steal some paintings, perhaps he could just lay low long enough to eventually get out and perhaps acquire some help.
Alicia and Luna were there along with the teacher, Professor Torres. River kept close to the others but had difficulties standing up for prolonged periods of time without having to lean on something. It would be a shame to bleed on something in the museum, though. River’s breathing was slow and his heartbeat was still relatively calm, which was actually rather scary. Was he going to die? It was a deep wound but not that deep, not that serious, was it? Hopefully nothing had been punctured. “Can anyone…” He began. “See a way out…?” River had no luck in locating a good exit at the moment, hoping that the others would perhaps be more successful. How were the other students doing? Hopefully no one else had been injured in the explosions. This was such a huge disaster. A lot of the students came to Xavier’s school to avoid danger, and now they were in the middle of a disaster zone. This was bad.
River turned his eyes to the others, hoping that they’d know what to do. If they couldn’t help him, at least they could try to get out of there. Dying in a museum, on a school trip, sounded a bit anti-climactic for the guy who wanted to spend every moment of every day in the danger room, honing his reflexes. Like this, he would slow them all down. If people were indeed there to kill, River would only be a burden. If they came to the museum to steal some paintings, perhaps he could just lay low long enough to eventually get out and perhaps acquire some help.
Alicia and Luna were there along with the teacher, Professor Torres. River kept close to the others but had difficulties standing up for prolonged periods of time without having to lean on something. It would be a shame to bleed on something in the museum, though. River’s breathing was slow and his heartbeat was still relatively calm, which was actually rather scary. Was he going to die? It was a deep wound but not that deep, not that serious, was it? Hopefully nothing had been punctured. “Can anyone…” He began. “See a way out…?” River had no luck in locating a good exit at the moment, hoping that the others would perhaps be more successful. How were the other students doing? Hopefully no one else had been injured in the explosions. This was such a huge disaster. A lot of the students came to Xavier’s school to avoid danger, and now they were in the middle of a disaster zone. This was bad.
I can *Looks around repeatedly* XD
Xtreme said
It'll be soldiers wielding guns and what not but you'll get a clearer picture of that in my next post.
"When you get shot." XD
Slender, post your character here http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/32210/posts/ooc?page=2
I am tempted to make a second character but I can't play 2 at a time...
The sudden explosion pushed River down to his knee and immediate chaos was erupting all around him. Was someone going to rob the museum or were they trying to blow the place to pieces? No, if that was the case, he wouldn't be alive right now. Perhaps they had a target, and as far as River knew, Kitty was the most known figure among them. He struggled back to his feet, noticing some blood running down his side as he placed his hand over the wound. The explosion hadn't happened far off and debris had made its way towards him. Luckily it had only grazed River but the cut was bad enough to leave him wounded and bleeding. The pure shock of the event removed any pain for the moment, that would come later once he had landed in the situation. This was very bad, and he had no way of protecting himself. The biggest downside to River's power was that he needed a weapon to make full use of it, leaving him nearly useless right now. No, he was useless right now, and damaged to top it off.
River attempted to regain his composure, trying to find his classmates in the chaos. They were there, good. But what would happen now? They weren't exactly alone and the humans would blame them if they saw any power in display. Even trying to help those fools would leave the mutants in the spotlight of a police helicopter. River dropped against a wall, leaning to remove strain. Hopefully their teacher could handle things as to prevent stressed out, scared out of their minds mutants from exploding in powers. This really wasn't how this day had been pictured, and it wouldn't be nearly as bad if River had any means of protecting himself but for now, he'd just have to stay out of the way and let the others do what they could.
Without much left to do, River started towards his classmates. They needed to stick together as much as they could or more casualties were waiting around the corner.
River attempted to regain his composure, trying to find his classmates in the chaos. They were there, good. But what would happen now? They weren't exactly alone and the humans would blame them if they saw any power in display. Even trying to help those fools would leave the mutants in the spotlight of a police helicopter. River dropped against a wall, leaning to remove strain. Hopefully their teacher could handle things as to prevent stressed out, scared out of their minds mutants from exploding in powers. This really wasn't how this day had been pictured, and it wouldn't be nearly as bad if River had any means of protecting himself but for now, he'd just have to stay out of the way and let the others do what they could.
Without much left to do, River started towards his classmates. They needed to stick together as much as they could or more casualties were waiting around the corner.
Yay, stuff goin' down! ^^
A lot of people have dropped out of this RP it would seem.
We could skip to a day when things happen now that we have 50 IC posts of day one ^^
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