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[worstone]

[The comm. clicks on and there’s low thumping, like someone tapping it.] This stupid thing even working? Professor Monroe. Grey? Hello?

Dammit. Last I remember… [Last John remembers, he was lying in the snow holding his head, sure the pain was going to kill him. Now he’s in some sort of containment facility with a communicator, sort of like the ones

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[missmimmi]

[Mimmi was wandering the halls, minding her own business, when she notices Mr. John.

He looks pretty lost, so Mimmi figures she should go up to him and help him out. H must be a new passenger.

She approaches quickly, smiling slightly]

Hallo.

[worstone]

[This place is far from familiar to John and he can only assume it's that facility under Alkali Lake. That means the students who were captured are trapped here somewhere. These assumptions give him all the right in the world to feel frightened and cornered, but he's working to keep that fear down.

It's only when he's startled by an unfamiliar voice and his head snaps around to see a woman approaching him at a less-than-favorable speed that his heartbeat begins racing. He only takes a very short moment to examine her before the lighter in his hand is flipped open. She must be one of Stryker's scientists and there's no way he's letting them fill him with needles and acids.]

Don't touch me!

[The poor girl never stood a chance. As he takes a few frightened steps back, John lifts a hand behind the flame of his lighter and, as though someone had fired propane through it, the fire shoots towards the woman at an alarming intensity with the intention of setting her aflame.]

[missmimmi]

[Mimmi wasn't going to. But that doesn't really matter anymore.

For a moment she was completely stunned. She wasn't expecting to be attacked, and she was ultimately unprepared for it. She saw the fire, but simply stared at it like a deer in headlights. Even if she'd processed the fact there were flames headed in her direction, she wouldn't have been fast enough to move out of the way.

She didn't completely figure out what happened until a couple seconds after it hit her, which at that point didn't matter. She was on fire and it hurt. All she managed was to flail at it in a useless attempt to smother it out and scream]

[worstone]

[Pyro's set people on fire before--some not by accident and some with the intention to harm, but her screams of pain still startle him and one hand goes to his ear as another extends in front of him. In hopes of either killing her immediately or making her pass out, he focuses on the flames, causing them to intensify in both heat and magnitude.

Then he realizes he's standing here and not running. The woman is already on fire, she won't be following him, so why hasn't he taken off yet? The voice inside him egging him on to torture her is his answer, but with the fear of being caught and the desire to get out of here deep in him, he turns immediately and darts down the hall. He blames the sudden wave of exhaustion on his recent panic.]

[worstone]

[The new presence doesn't go unnoticed and John, becoming more and more frightened and angry as he can't find any escape from this facility, shouts to him, flipping open his lighter at his side.]

Hey, stop there! Don't come near me!

[The young man can't be much younger than John himself, which makes him wary of threatening him--what if he's another mutant? But his body language, he doesn't act like a prisoner. He's not freaked out and he isn't breaking a sweat like John, something which he's attributing to his emotional status and not his immense use of his powers. He's never been exhausted by using them before, why should he now?]

[worstone]

[The disregard for his warning only makes John angrier and the flame from his lighter swishes into his open palm. He holds the fire threateningly in front of him as he glares at the other teen.]

I said stop!

[It's not necessarily that he doesn't want to hurt him ('cause he kind of does), but he wants to know what side he is on first. Surely he's too young to be one of Stryker's men, but one can't really be sure.]

[dormant_beast]

[Anna is prowling the halls, wandering without much of a destination in mind. These days it feels like shes constantly on call- waiting for something to happen, for an alarm to sound.

It seems peaceful though, especially today, and Anna has decided shes done with hiding in her room, and in general cowering behind someone else.

Its with this attitude shes moving, a sense of purpose and resolution in her head.

She can DO this.]

[worstone]

[John stumbles around a corner, placing a hand on the wall to keep himself balanced. He's covered in a layer of sweat and breathing heavily as though he's been running for miles. Thing is, he hasn't been--he's exerted himself more in Danger Room exercises than he has here. But after his fight with the other pyrokinetic, John's come to the realization that Stryker must have already done something to him, to make him weaker every time he uses his power. He's starting to feel fatigued.

But he still has enough strength to get defensive when he sees a woman coming confidently down the hall. He backpedals a few steps, on edge, and flips open his lighter. On top of his exhaustion, he's surely running out of lighter fluid.

He doesn't even shout to this one, just summons the flame from his lighter into his free hand and with a motion like throwing a baseball, tosses the ball of fire at her. Unfortunately for him, it hits the wall rather than his target.]

[dormant_beast]

[Initially, Anna moves to help the man she's just seen stumble around a corner. He looks as if he's been running from someone or something, and out of pure habit she looks over her shoulder to check for Facility members. There aren't any, of course, but when she turns back to speak to him and ask him his name, there's a giant ball of FIRE coming in her direction.

In that instant, the situation changed. Anna's thoughts immediately go to Jennifer, and the appearance the girl had. Innocence, tears, crying.

This isn't a passenger, Anna decides. It's a threat.

Instinct rules her now, and within a few sparse seconds she's shifted, and instead of a timid looking girl who had tried to feel brave, he has a large, three hundred pound angry, tiger snarling at him warningly from a few feet away.]

[worstone]

[John takes an immediate step back. She's a mutant. He just tried to attack a mutant. She must have been captured, like him, and he attacked her. Which means they're both going to be on the offensive now and that's not good. Why'd he have to miss?

Quickly, John flicks his lighter again and waves his hand, summoning more flames into his palm. He doesn't throw this ball of fire at her, though, instead he holds it in his hand, letting it intensify there. This is someone he's fairly sure he doesn't want to hurt, but she might want to hurt him, and it's his own fault.]

Don't come any closer.

spoiler: this ends poorly

[tachikhromatic]

[Musashi is making the rounds, as always. Being that it's an enormous Robin's Egg Blue tank designed after the shape of a jumping spider, they aren't particularly subtle rounds, but it stomps merrily down the hall regardless. Being that it's about eight feet tall, and wider across than it is vertically, simply passing it in the halls may prove problematic.]

dumbledore dies

[worstone]

[John has to come to a full stop when he rounds a corner and sees this giant machine. That's a problem. A hand goes to his forehead as he takes this opportunity to catch his breath.]

Holy shit...

[His first instinct is to turn back and run away again, but now he's stopped, he's struggling to catch his breath again and if he goes the way he came, he's bound to run back into someone he doesn't want to ever see again. So until he knows what to do, he just backs up a few steps, holding his hand to his head and looking absolutely exhausted. He needs to run, but he just can't...]

Well. /somebody/ dies, anyways.

[tachikhromatic]

Huh?

[Yes, the tank speaks with the high-pitched voice of a little girl, why do you ask? Musashi whirls its eye briefly at Pyro, then moves towards him in a four-point cacophony.]

Hey! You! Stop right there!

[Playing patrolling guard is fun!]

[worstone]

[If there's one thing John isn't going to fight, it's that thing. He manages to choke out a]

Hell no!

[before turning right back around and darting down the hall, hoping for a staircase. Looks like all he needed to get his second wind was to get that wave of fear sent through him. Luckily, he still has enough in him to flip open his lighter as he runs and carelessly shoot the fire back over his shoulder at the robot.]

[lamortdeshommes]

[Isabella is wandering around, arms full with fabrics and pillows from Deck 12. A few decks higher now, she smells the smell of burning flesh, something she's smelled before and could never forget. Dropping her armful of fabric, she took off towards the smell, hissing as the smell increases in intensity.

Why she's running towards the fire, she'll never know. But something tells her there may be something she can do.]

[worstone]

[Running away from said fire (or fires, to be precise), is the person who started them. Exhaustion is really hitting John hard now and he appears as though he might pass out at any given moment, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. He's never felt exhaustion like this, but he imagines it's probably what marathon runners feel like. He stops and leans his shoulder against a wall. His body seems to ache all over...

The things he's seen in this facility don't do much for him, either. That giant robot thing, the other mutants... What kind of person is this Stryker dude anyway? Turning mutants against their own kind?

However fatigued, even through the sweat dripping into his eyes, John can still make out the form of a woman coming down the hall. He gathers up what strength he has left to stand erect again and summon a flame from his lighter into his shaking hand, which he holds defensively in front of him.]

St--stop! Get away! [His shout sounds strangled, even to him.]

[lamortdeshommes]

[Isabella isn't scared of the lighter- yet. But the man holding it is clearly frightened, and a frightened human is a dangerous human. Putting her hands up in a passive defense, illustrating that she had no weapons, feet planted.]

Calm!

[She forces all of her will behind the Command, hoping that it will catch long enough for her to find out what the issue is.]

What has you so upset?