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"Gotta walk through a fire for what's important..."
Raelyn Todd​


The scent of strong metals hit Raelyn rather quickly, and it came to no surprise when seeing Magneto float down the stairs. The woman fought back an inward sigh, there were no X-Men versus Brotherhood of Mutants at this given moment- simply... two groups of mutants working together for a change. If not for the circumstances, Raelyn would be grateful for this chance. Of course... the circumstances were dire, but she was hardly going to cause any grief. That wouldn't solve matters. Plus, Magneto wasn't a terrible being- if only he wasn't against humanity so much... putting it loosely, but still.

"There was a rest period," She explained when Magento brought up the news, "My phone kept alerting me with the news and..." She sighed softly whilst following after the other mutant into the living room. Her sharp hearing easily picking up the on going news coverage on the TV. Raelyn brightened when hearing how Captain America stopped mobs of both humans and/or mutants alike- from attacking. "This is just what we need right now." Raelyn hummed happily, something good for a change. Well, she thought it was good at least. Captain America calmed down what could've been a bloody, and horrific fight.

The wolf mutant paused though at Magento's words and she found herself sending him a small but reassuring smile. "I'm sure they won't, but if something were to happen, surely we can talk things out. We're all civil beings." She remarked, soon being brought back to the topic at hand.

"Yes. It's about the assassination. We both know this was a frame-up, and I'd very much like to know if there's anything I can do to help... please." Raelyn threw in, she really hoped so- she wanted to do what she could. But if she was asked to go about her normal routine, then... that would be okay. Besides, the worst Magento could say was 'no'.​
 
Matthew Michael Volt

Location: Xavier's School
Interaction: Xavier Mansion, Laboratory.

Screams.

Matthew didn't process his own movement from the bottom of the stairs to the area the cells were situated, his heart in his throat as two entirely different frames of thought played out simultaneously. The lights felt more intense, the walls almost distorting as memory threatens to overtake him. The screen flickers back to reality, repression is one hell of a drug and Matthew would abuse it to its fullest extent as his system boots back into survival settings. "Shit, what the fuck happened?" He questions harshly and slams his hand on the control panel for Envy's cell door, the edges of memory blurring things just a little more. Mystique's cell opens with the unspoken command and it would take a good deal of work to get them to shut once again. He wouldn't be apologizing for it.

No, instead he hesitates in the doorway as it processes that there was absolutely nothing he could do to help in this situation. He wasn't a doctor but that… there wasn't any coming back from that. Right? Thoughts flickered through in rapid fire. One hell of an NDA, kill switch? Blue stuff, altered twin, could it have killed her? Is she dead? Need help, need answers. "BEAST! We need you!" He shouts towards the lab itself, an underlying hiss of static to his words. Some part of him recognizes that he was just in the way and he distantly steps back from the carnage. Electricity occasionally arcs on the patches of his bare skin, the faintest hint of pixelation as he's forced to try and maintain a solid image while his panicked thoughts ran on in a frenzy.
 
'Stop overthinking this, girl. You've used Cerebro before. Of anyone on the planet, you're the most qualified to use it effectively.'

Jean tries to give herself a pep talk, out of the corner of her eyes looking towards Ororo. Her hands raise and she crowns herself with the Cerebro interface unit. The helmet slips onto her easily, settling against the back of her neck. What you hear when you first put on the helmet is your own heartbeat in your ears. The helmet was designed to minimize outside distractions, which is why the light in the room also dim as Cerebro prepares itself to be utilized.

A slow and deep breath is drawn in, and she then runs the initiation program. A moment passes, and Storm would see Jean's whole body tense up. She lurches forward, her hands gripping the edge of the console white knuckled. Jean's blood pressure and heart-rate spike. Her body tries to cope with the sudden influx of sensory inputs. She grits her teeth to fight for control, to help her calm herself. If she had time, she would have done a test run to get used to Cerebro once more. But time is one thing they have little of. Her heart begins to slow (peaking at around 132 BPM) to around 90 BPM, which is much safer. Her blood pressure is still elevated… but there's a lot going on right now and all.

"I'm okay…" she whispers through gritted teeth, to let her friend know she can continue on her quest. The hard light image of the globe is projected into the large room. The continents are scrawled along the 'surface' of that globe. Tiny red pinsized dots begin to populate the world, the mutant population now being spawned. The globe turns so now the Americas are facing Jean and Storm. And Jean continues to work to calm herself as she searches. The area over where Washington D.C. is seems to glitch a moment, and Jean whispers "Many mutants gathered… many strong emotions… we'll come back to that…" The globe now begins to spin slowly, the islands of Japan now facing the women. Dots start to populate the islands, of course more dots are shown in more densely populated provinces. Eyes closed, Jean focuses on Japan. But she switches her tactic… and she focuses on Wolverine. No… on Logan. Her mind draws on pleasant memories… her body pleasant sensations. The globe tilts upwards, and then downwards a little to focus on various places along the islands.

The image freezes, and then that part of the glowing globe begins to enlarge. To the point the only thing shown is Japan. The image moves upwards, their focus going south. Then stops on a small island in the southern quarter of Japan…

"I think…" she whispers

The image pauses, and then one island in particular begins to expand as she focuses herself. Now she feels a bead of sweat drawing down her cheek, but she stays on her work.

"I think.. yes… Shikoku…" the island she focuses on is indeed Shikoku, considered the smallest of the Japanese mainland islands. Then focusing more, it highlights what seems to be a city. Jean whispers "Cerebro.. identify please.." After a moment glowing words emerge under the image, saying

++'Zentsuji, Kagawa Prefecture, Japan'++

Jean nods as her eyes open, and the image moves towards the western part of the city. One of the red dots flicks to a blue color, and Jean leans back in the chair, motioning "There he is.. in Japan just like he said.." There is relief in Jean's voice, but she also sounds winded. "I won't go any further, all we needed to know is that he's there and not here." Now the image before them fades slowly. Jean motions to one of the small buttons on the console, the intercom "Let them know.. Logan isn't in this hemisphere. They should hear you in the lab…" After a few moments more she sits up and takes a deep breath. A hand reaches up and wipes a bead of sweat off of her cheek with the back of her hand. "Gimme a sec.. I'll get to D.C…"



And in D.C.
Captain America and the police rep talk, Cap leaning down slightly so he makes sure he hears it all. The rep motions towards the building, and then the surrounding barriers. Cap's eyes follow where he points. Cap nods, and firmly pats the man on the shoulder. "That's a good plan, Chief. I'll join your detectives." The man nods and moves off, speaking into a walkie-talkie as he does.

Cap looks along the crowds still there, just making sure no one is trying anything. The shout from a reporter catches his attention, and he looks towards him. Captain America dislikes reporters. Sometimes it feels like they twist whatever you say so it benefits a certain perspective. He strides towards the barrier, however, some of the police walking along the barrier to make sure everything is in order. And as he approaches, a few more reporters move towards John Carter, holding out mics and phones towards Cap.

"I'm speaking now not as a representative of the police or any Capitol enforcement agency. This is how I feel, no one else." He pauses, his steely gaze drifting along the reporters. "Good men and women were murdered here today. In an effort to assassinate a convicted man. There is zero justification for this kind of behavior. And everyone watching this… do not act towards another based on what happened here." He looks like he's going to continue, but he's cut off by another reporter. And not wanting to be rude and speaking over the man, he falls silent and listens. "Cap! Cap! What do you say about the reports that it was the mutant Wolverine and this is justice for mutants?"

Now Cap scowls a little, and he motions to the reporter with his finger. "When you can start that statement with 'he has been positively identified as' and not 'reports say', then I'll have a comment. As for justice… Mr. Gyrich was on his way to receiving his sentence after being found guilty by his peers. That is justice. This wasn't justice, no matter who is responsible." As he turns he says "Tell people the truth about what happened here today. Not what serves your corporations or ratings." More reporters try to yell out questions, but he keeps walking towards the main building now.
 
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The chaos unfolding before Scott as Envy's condition deteriorated rapidly, shock registered across his features, he quickly assessed the scene, his training as a leader kicking in amidst the pandemonium. "Mystique, step back from the barrier, now!" Scott commanded, his voice firm, directing her to move away from the potential danger and to prevent any further complications. He turned his attention to the control panel Matthew had slammed, noting the settings and preparing for any required overrides.

Matthew's shout for Hank was crucial, but Scott knew he needed to manage the situation on multiple fronts—not just the immediate medical emergency. "Mystique, I know it's pointless to ask if you knew what just happened. That face... Tells it all... Is there anything else you might now that could help us? Anything?" Scott's tone was urgent but controlled, trying to glean as much information as possible to prevent another such incident or understand what had been done to Envy.

Scott kept a close eye on Envy's condition, ready to assist Hank the moment he arrived. "Everyone, stay alert! We need to control the immediate area in case there's something else is about to happen!"
 
Hank Mccoy
Hearing the scream from Envy caused the scientist to rush up from his chair and rush over. Matts yell only made him speed up. However when he got to the grusly scene he paused. H..how could this happen, maybe a...kill switch from her master caused by capture. How did he not see that. Dammit. Hes got to work, sort through the shock later

He gently moved Matt further away, the lad seemed appropriately freaked out. "everyone please stay back, whoever did this mightve made it viral in nature, we need to keep away until we can get protection to analyse it" he said in a hurried but focused matter. However despite his words he got closer to the body to try to get a better view. The features where changed and all, eyes red, lips a dark blue...something cyan in some of the blood.

Hank turned around to Scott and Matt quickly. "i need some equipment, gloves, masks, stuff to gather a sample of her blood, something isnt right there, Mystique I'd recommend being careful...honestly i would say that we should get her somewhere else" he stated, he knew he should try to get everyone safe but figure it out. "What caused the reaction Scott?".​
 
Matthew Michael Volt

Location: Xavier's School Laboratory
Interaction: Scott, Hank, Mystique.

Matthew had dissociated slightly after his call for help, his mind blurring the images from now to back then and all the uncomfortable places in between. For as callous as he was in the Brotherhood, all the harm he'd caused had been carefully planned. His crimes were premeditated and he made the time to brace for the outcome. People got hurt, of course, but never died from his actions. What happened here... someone they were responsible to look after died in their care.

As Scott checks the control panel, he'll find a very long string of errors that had triggered a forced opening of the cell doors and an override of the alarms for them. Something was very clearly broken within the programming itself, possibly impressive once one got over the annoyance of it being quite frankly fucked. More than likely it was fixable by the one who broke it... If he could be convinced to even set foot in the basement again after this.

Hank could probably note his fur standing on end as he encroaches on Matt's space, or the faintly familiar look of something dangerous when cornered as Matthew registers someone too close for comfort. And as he gestures towards Matt, perhaps some base survival instinct that screamed bad idea - a warning sign, DANGER: HIGH VOLTAGE, would keep things clear. Do not touch. He tears his gaze away from the bloodied cell, belatedly realizing he was still in the way.

Hank's request for items swims in his mind for a moment before he stiffly nods and goes to grab them from the medical area of the lab. He tries to ignore the brightness of the fluorescent lights and the monitors that he could swear were displaying his panic in real time out of the corner of his eye, but looking at them straight on, they were clearly turned off. He searches through the drawers and cabinets, some distant conversation happening around him that he was the subject of but not party to playing in the corners of his mind. He collects vials and syringes... He feels a phantom pinch in his own arm as his gaze lingers on the elastic ties and the various sizes of the needles. He'd never actually been struck by lightning, but he could feel its intensity shooting up his arm. He slams the drawer shut a little harder than necessary, breaths carefully measured as his skin flickers with static once more.

His stomach twists violently and he rushes to the sink to throw up the whole two sips of coffee he'd had this morning. That's what he was forgetting in the kitchen... And he forgot to pick up another bag of coffee beans while he was out. Fuck. The idea of drinking coffee now has him heaving up nothing. It felt like an eternity but was really only a minute or two. He grips the edges of the metal sink tightly, feeling his charge starting to dissipate to a safer level. Once he was at a point where he wasn't going to really hurt himself with the water, he rinses out the sink and swishes a few mouthfuls of water around to try and get rid of the lingering ick out. He breathes out a heavy sigh once it's all said and done, his shoulders sagged in defeat. Couldn't even deal with the monster in his head, and he was really thinking of joining a fight against Apocalypse? He picks up the stuff he'd dropped in his haste, checking to make sure nothing broke but not lingering too long on it lest he take another trip down memory lane. He grabs whatever protective gear was around, gloves, goggles, splash apron and brings the whole bundle back to Hank.

"Here. I'm gonna head up and let the boss know what's going on." He says quietly, a far cry from the sarcastic bluster he'd had this morning. "I can keep an eye on Mystique if you want her out of here for the time being. I doubt Magneto will be too thrilled with the cells not working," he shrugs, working on getting his mask back into place despite it sounding more like a hollow act, "but I've hit my limit of fucks to give today." He glances at the still living Mystique, figuring it was something of an experience listening to herself kick the bucket.
 
Xavier Mansion, Laboratory...

Mystique sank back against the wall. In the times the X-Men encountered her, she had never looked so shaken. "O-okay, settle down," she demanded, despite having not quite done so herself. "Sometimes, spies on risky missions come equipped with an L-pill... You know, cyanide. But she didn't die willingly, by the sound of it, meaning her handler might've had a killswitch. Maybe those blood samples you took last night will help." It was worth nothing, prior to getting attacked, Hank had found foreign bodies in Envy's blood sample, but not hers.

As they discussed the mystery at hand, the intercom chimed, the light indicating a signal from Cerebro's chamber lighting up. "Storm to Cyclops," Ororo called, oblivious to the tragedy. "We found Logan. We were right; he is still in Japan. Jean is still using Cerebro. Continuing to monitor her."

Following behind Matt, Mystique made her way upstairs. She gave him some space and silence.


Xavier Mansion, Foyer...

"As a matter of fact, we could use your help," Magneto answered, having immediately sensed the opportunity to utilize Raelyn's keen senses. "We suspect the killer and their handlers are still in Washington; hopefully, they left behind a scent trail. The other X-Men are gathering proof in Logan's favor." He glanced to his left, noticing Matt and Mystique returning from the basement.

"Speaking of... Havoc." His eyes narrowed, brow knitting as he scrutinized Matt's expression. "What happened, and what is she doing up here?"

"Envy's dead and the cell doors broke," Mystique sighed. "Look, I'm the least of your concerns right now. I'm not going anywhere."

"Dead?" Magneto echoed in disbelief. He looked to Matt for answers, fury giving way to worry. He knew none of the residents here would slay someone in X-Men custody, regardless of how tempting it may be.
 
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Now if Jean were aware of the ensuing chaos elsewhere in the mansion, surely she would move to act to aid her fellow mutants. But as it is, she is solely focused upon the task at hand. Logan has been located, and there is no way he could have done those murders. Whatever was shown on television, it wasn't the truth. A deception. A setup. Someone trying to frame Logan for killing those people. Vestiges of a race war played at the edges of Jean's mind. Now sitting up in the chair, facing the shiny console and her eyes cast down.

Who would want to do something like this? Well… there isn't enough paper in the mansion to write down that list. There are the facts they have been presented with in this passed day or so. Apocalypse… that Mystique not from this world. A shapeshifter that they first encountered attempting to assassinate Gyrich. Did that other Mystique have a failsafe plan? Another shapeshifter? Surely not a third Mystique.
Shaking her head a little, Jean's hands move to rest on the surface of the console in front of her. She closes her green eyes slowly, and the lights in the room begin to dim. "Ororo.. I'm going to try and find something useful in D.C. But there's a lot going on there right now… but let's try anyways.."

A moment or so later, and once again holographic projection of Earth forms in the darkness before them. Jean focus first on the northern hemisphere, and then the Americas. And then up to North America. The image zooms in on the east coast, and then again towards Maryland. Red dots begin to appear all around the state. But..

A confused look draws across her features. Eyes opening slowly, she stares up at the image of the Earth. Where Washington D.C. should be… there is a gray 'bubble'. "What is.." she utters softly. The image zooms towards D.C., but she can't seem to see anything but that gray area. Looking down at the console, and then back up to the map. "Something is blocking me. Blocking… Cerebro.." she shakes her head a little once more, her tone questioning. "That gray bubble, it's covering the whole of the capitol. I can't get passed it. I've never seen anything like that so strong. It feels like it's man made… like I'm trying to look through a brick wall…" She now looks up to Ororo, her hands coming up to slip the helmet off. Setting it down gently on the console with a soft metallic clacking sound, she runs her hands through her hair and pushes herself to her feet. "Whatever is there… whoever is there… they don't want us to see. We should tell the others…"
 
"No sign, the rolling thunder stopped in cold to read..."
Raelyn Todd
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The wolf mutant couldn't help but brighten up when Magento agreed on her request to help. Perhaps it was a good thing she didn't have an actual wolf tail, Raelyn had a sneaking suspicion that it would easily give away how... well.. what was the right word? Pleased? Yes, pleased to know she could help prove Logan's innocence. To hunt down the actual killer. Raelyn paused though when her sharp hearing picked up footsteps along with the familiar scent of Matt... and, who- oh. She suppressed a growl when catching a whiff of blood, it was fresh... but upon seeing both Matt and Mystique, she breathed easier to see they weren't covered in blood.
No, the scent still lingered with them though- and... she took another subtle sniff of the air and fought back a grimace. Matt had thrown up... that explained the uneasiness coming off of him in waves.

Raelyn turned to Mystique, her soft red eyes widening in horror when hearing of the news. Someone... died? She swallowed thickly. Was that why Matt had thrown up? The wolf mutant took in shuddering breath, trying to block out the faint but still fresh scent of blood and what not. "Who died?" She wasn't familiar with this person they mentioned, but whoever Envy was... she doubted they deserved a fate such as death. It was still awful... first the assassination, now the death of someone in the X-Mansion? Now Raelyn was all the more grateful for Captain America talking down the mob on TV... this day would've ended in even more blood if not.​
 
Scott's gaze flicked briefly to Mystique as she spoke, registering her shaken state but focusing on the vital information she provided. "A killswitch..." he muttered, piecing together the implications. His mind raced, considering the ramifications—Envy's death was orchestrated, but by whom? And more importantly, why? If Envy had been equipped with such a device, it meant her handler had resources and reach far beyond their initial estimates.

"Good. The blood samples might be our best lead now," Scott agreed, his voice steady but laced with urgency. "We'll need Hank to analyze those foreign bodies immediately. Maybe they can tell us more about who's pulling the strings here."

The intercom chiming broke his train of thought, and Scott swiftly moved to the panel. Ororo's voice came through, a welcome bit of good news amid the chaos.

"Copy that, Storm," Scott responded, a brief but deep exhale of relief escaping him. "Glad to hear Logan is accounted for. Keep a close eye on Jean while she's using Cerebro, and report anything unusual immediately."

With Logan confirmed in Japan, the situation became even more complex. Whoever was responsible for the assassination had gone to great lengths to pin it on him. "At least Logan's in the clear," Scott murmured to himself, but his expression remained serious.

He turned his attention back to the group in the lab. "Let's get Hank on those blood samples, and I'll coordinate with Ororo and Jean once she's done with Cerebro. Whoever's behind this isn't just targeting Logan—they're playing a much larger game. We need to stay sharp."
 
Matthew Michael Volt

Location: Xavier Mansion Foyer
Interaction: Magneto, Raelyn, Mystique.

Magneto was right in the foyer, not quite giving Matthew the time he needed to get back together fully. He felt small under that scrutiny, every bit like that lanky teen who'd cried for help and gotten exactly what he asked for when the Brotherhood rained hell on the base he and his sister were being held at. "I'd just gotten back, heard Envy screaming while I was making my way down there. She was bleeding from her eyes, nose and mouth… Convulsions. I, uh, opened the cell, but there wasn't… It was bad." He explains, gaze flicking between the boss and Raelyn, uncertain of what to say in front of the teacher. "It wasn't Wolverine in DC either, Jean found him in Japan. I got the unedited footage, the attacker only had two metal claws on either hand. My presence went unnoticed at the news studio and their broadcasts and upcoming stories were unaffected." He shares the information, seeing as the pair had been discussing it.

His gaze flicked down to the floor, unable to continue the eye contact as Raelyn's horror at the situation processes. "The claws… They seemed familiar to me from back in my summer camp days." That was how he tended to refer to that period of his life in more polite company or anyone that he didn't particularly trust with his issues. "I need to talk with Mace, pick her brain a little bit since I'm drawing a blank on the specifics." He adds as an afterthought, brain flickering back to that first little straw that had put him off his game. His sister was the only one in the world that knew how to deal with his mess.
 
Hank Mccoy
Hank had immediately began to analyse the blood samples he cpuld gather. Using what equipment he could for safety. Risky but it felt..urgent. He was internally panicking honestly. He was on break before this afterall and when he gets back all this happened. Then again he should be used to this by now. Maybe seeing the aftermath was still...a bit much.

"id recommend we clean up what we can aswell, safely, then we need to just...im not sure" he said after a bit. He was testing and inspecting some of the blood. He heard about Logan, its good hes been cleared and all but the issue of a second version of him around is worrying.

He turned away for a minute. "id say check in with other allies and friends, who knows what might happen to them" he suggested rubbing his eyes. That was a worry, if Mystique and Logan had duplicates theres a chance others could have double gangers. Even himself, that was..a worrying thought​
 
Xavier Mansion, Cerebro...

Ororo's brow furrowed at the scan of Washington. It was one big gray area, as though someone had found a way to insulate the area against extrasensory spying. "This is the first time I have ever seen something like this. As Gambit would say, someone does not want to reveal their hand," she recalled, sharing a bit of insight. "We must rely on our training and trust our instincts in this situation."

The co-leader waited for the reinforced door to open and allowed Jean to exit first. The lab wasn't far, so it would only be a few seconds before they showed up. "Do you want me to bring word to Erik?" Ororo offered as they neared the junction in the halls. She knew of Jean's discomfort around Magneto and did what she could to ease the tension.


Xavier Mansion, Laboratory...

A second analysis of the blood sample yielded disturbing finds for Hank and Scott. The glass slide was damaged, dozens of fine chips on it. Closer inspection revealed the microscopic devices had burst, shredding previously healthy blood cells and platelets. Only a few of these nano-machines remained, emitting a flickering blue glow as if they had failed to activate.

A fresh blood sample from Envy's corpse told a similar story; these things likely caused thousands of small tears in her blood vessels. The hemorrhaging of one artery could kill a person quickly, let alone that of every artery in the body.

Thankfully, the two X-Men found their blood samples free of infection. It served to narrow down the delivery method of the nano-machines, allowing for the hypothesis that they were introduced via injection or ingestion. If there was a morbid bright side to this nightmare scenario, it was that Envy's cup and plate were in a hundred pieces each, preventing potential contamination.


Xavier Mansion, Foyer...

Mystique could see Matt was uncomfortable and drained, so she chimed in to answer questions to which he probably didn't know the full answers. "Here's the situation," she started.

"I got wrapped up in this first. My contacts tipped me off that I had visited them when I hadn't. I started tracking a copy of myself—'Envy'—all the way to the Savage Land—to the lab of one Nathaniel Essex. It seemed cut-and-dry at first; Sinister had cloned me and was using my skills for some heist... but that wasn't it. What I thought was my clone had killed him with a gun that doesn't exist in this world and escaped with a briefcase with DNA samples. Pan forward to yesterday. I found Envy trying to kill Gyrich while disguised as you, Magneto. I don't like you, but I won't see you framed."

"Likewise," Magneto retorted bluntly. "We arrested them both, resolving to get the full story. Evidently, Envy and other agents from a parallel Earth are committing acts of terrorism in Washington."

"Feels weird to say, doesn't it? If we didn't know people who could cross between Earths, I wouldn't believe it myself."

"Indeed. As for you, Havoc..." Magneto's gaze lingered on his one-time lackey. He smirked. "Consult who you must and get yourself a proper meal before we head back to Washington. Take care of yourself; that's an order."
 
Ororo's mention of Gambit brings a little smile to her lips as they proceed together along the corridor. Oh, those eyes. Oh, that smile. "I've encountered such things before… but never on that scale. I can't even imagine what it would take to pull it off." She shakes her head a little, running a hand through her thick hair. Her eyes move in the direction of the lab… and now her pace halts as they encroach upon the intersection. She squints and looks in the general direction of the lab now. One of her hands come up to rest against her temples, just 2 fingers touching. "I think I'll accompany you… I think they have a handful there already… I'd just be in the way…"

Now that she is stretching out with her senses, she is able to sense the tension from Scott and Hank. Goodness knows she's encountered those feelings enough times to recognize them. Scott would then hear a whispered echo in his mind, kind and gentle.

~~"Scott… Cyclops… I saw what happened there.."~~

By skimming over Scott's most surface thoughts, everyone knows she wouldn't go further than that without reason or permission.

~~"Logan's in Japan… Storm and I are going upstairs."~~

A pause then, and Jean looks down as she starts down the corridor once more. She's going to have to get to her room sometime to get her uniform. Not sure why she had that thought suddenly.

~~"Scott… this is bad… this is really bad…"~~

And Scott would be able to just feel the originating in Jean. Now she looks to Ororo and puts a small and fake smile upon her lips. "Let's head upstairs… they're doing a debrief, I guess. But.." another pause as they get to the elevator, the doors silently sliding open. As she steps in, Jean speaks softly. "I appreciate you trying to make it so I don't have to deal with Magneto. But.." she sighs, a sigh of defeat and or resignation. "He's the headmaster. I don't see him as the lead, though. But this.. this is big, Ororo. I don't know what's going on, but I just get this sense of… dread. So.. we have to all stick together. While he's the headmaster, we need to show that we support Magneto. Even… if I'd like to launch him into orbit." a small wry smile there. She pats Ororo's arm, nodding to her. "But thanks."

Now the door to the main room opens, and Jean is about to disembark. Just as she does… the television in the sitting room that Magneto, Matthew, Raelyn and Mystique are in suddenly has its picture changed. The television broadcast transfers to a small window in the corner, and now the main picture is of a stylized 'A', the Avengers emblem. No picture, but a voice comes over the television. "X-Men, Captain America." The star spangled hero's voice comes over the television. The Avengers and X-Men have always had a direct means of communication, and is used like this in emergency situations. "I'm in Washington D.C. I need to know Wolverine's location right now. I need total transparency from you, and I want to speak to him. Over." Even though it's really unnecessary, he still speaks as if talking over a military transmission.
 
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"Hope's running out and we haven't much time..."
Raelyn Todd



It was, unsettling to say the least. Raelyn remained quiet as she listened to Matt, her eyes widening when he explained how Logan was in Japan- not only that, he proved that the killer had two claws instead of three. This- this was excellent news-! Oh... oh, oh dear. Even though the killer wasn't Logan, someone still went through a lot of trouble to frame him... not to mention, go so far as to find someone with his mutation. Or at least come close.

Yes... it was very troubling. The wolf mutant swallowed hard, soon bringing herself out of her thoughts when hearing Mystique speak up. Surprise spread across her face when hearing such an explanation. An alternate Earth? It wasn't unheard of... but, "Why would they go to such trouble?" Raelyn couldn't help but wonder out loud. She heard the main doors open, but- the TV is what caught the black haired female's attention.

Raelyn blinked in surprise when hearing Captain America's voice, and... he was asking about Logan- oh... dear. The logical thing would be to tell him the truth... but, what if they sent out a team to capture Logan while he was in Japan? She shook her head, regardless- Logan was innocent, they could clear his name- they simply needed time...!​
 
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Scott's mind stilled as Jean's voice touched the edges of his thoughts, her presence familiar and steady even amid the chaos. He let the connection strengthen just a bit, not needing words to convey the relief he felt at hearing her voice, knowing she was all right—and knowing Logan was safe in Japan. For a brief moment, he closed his eyes, grounding himself in the calm her voice provided, even if her words carried the weight of their dire situation.

"Jean... I know. It's worse than we could have guessed." His thoughts returned to the grim scene with Envy and the layers of manipulation they were unraveling. He knew she'd feel his concern, the deep-seated worry he tried to keep hidden even from himself. But he focused his thoughts, trying to project strength and calm, both for himself and for her.

"We'll figure this out. Take a breather if you need, get your uniform. When you're ready, we'll regroup and put our heads together."

Scott opened his eyes, taking a steadying breath as he continued to survey the lab, the sharp edge of his worry tempered by Jean's presence in his mind. He sent one last thought before the connection faded, carrying with it a certainty that cut through the darkness they faced.

"We'll get through this, Jean. I'm right here with you."
Scott's gaze drifted to the large windows lining the hallway. A flurry of motion in the shrubbery outside caught his eye. The sudden burst of birds scattering from the dense foliage was almost jarring, their wings beating frantically as they took to the air, circling in disarray before dispersing into the sky. Scott narrowed his eyes, his instincts suddenly on edge. Such a flight usually meant a disturbance—a predator, a sudden movement, something out of the ordinary.

In that brief, unsettling moment, Scott's mind shifted gears. He was no longer thinking solely of distant threats or conspiracies from other dimensions; he was now alert to an immediate possibility: someone or something could be lurking just outside the mansion walls...
 
Hank Mccoy
Hank was disturbed honestly by his discovery, this wasnt a infection sure but...the fact some sick person designed chips like these was...frankly horrendous. They prepared aswell for Envy given them information, either it was programmed to detect it or they where listening in.

"Scott, luckily it isnt an infection but...they programmed these machines to do it" he stated with a concerned and disgusted voice as he got up from the computer. "ill clean up the mess later, shouldve expected this stuff when i came back but...yikes"

Hank moved towards the stairs, he wanted some damn fresh air. He never got used to this sort of violent stuff. He went up the stairs with a sigh. "how is it up here guys"​
 
Xavier Mansion, Foyer...

Members of the team gradually filtered into the mansion foyer from the lower levels. The first thing they likely saw was Magneto, dressed for battle in his white uniform. He stared sharply at the television as Captain Rogers's message reached him. "He does have a flair for the dramatic, doesn't he? Though, I'm one to talk..."

Raelyn had posed the question of 'Why'. "Why, indeed. The question of the decade. I suppose we need to figure out who is responsible for this to answer why. You X-Men have raised a veritable rogues gallery in under a decade." He was unaware that Envy had divulged clues on the mastermind already.

"Suppose, for a moment, it was Apocalypse..." Mystique chimed in, cracking a knowing smirk.

"That is an awfully specific example, Raven."

"It's one twisted matryoshka doll of a plot. I was listening to Envy the whole time. It sounds like his M.O.; make Earth's heroes, especially the X-Men, fall one way or another, then move to conquer a war-torn world. Speaking of, you'd better answer that boy scout Rogers before he knocks on your front door."

Magneto groaned under his breath. Apocalypse and Cap breathing down his neck? He didn't like it. "Fine. Do we know how to reach him?" In his short time as headmaster, he never had to contact the leader of another superhero team. He usually showed up at their headquarters when he wanted something.

Things were moving so quickly, at this point, Mystique and Erik had failed to explain to Raelyn the background. Storm circled around to the gym teacher and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Apocalypse was one of our worst foes. He claims to be the oldest mutant in the world, a warlord from ancient times. We stopped him by causing a meltdown among his Celestial technology. We don't know where that rift took him, but I worry he found his way to a parallel Earth."
 
"You summon storms and play with nature..."
Raelyn Todd




The wolf mutant was paying attention to what Magneto was saying, she was trying to... at least. Although, the fluttering of feathered wings reached her ears, and Raelyn found herself going still and slowly turning to the windows. She witnessed Scott already looking over as well.
Part of her heard Magneto and Mystique bring up someone dubbed 'Apocalypse', another part of her was quietly toeing the line between instincts and her 'human' rationality. Only when she felt someone place their hand on her shoulder, a familiar scent of summer rain hit her her too, did Raelyn snap out of it.

She looked to Storm, no longer mentally toeing the line between her instincts and 'human' rationality. She frowned in worry when learning just who this person was. Apocalypse... she secretly hoped no one named their child that, but still... to take up such a name... it brought nothing but ruin and despair. "If he truly is back, it sounds like he is taking more careful measures to ensure he brings his namesake to everyone." She regarded in worry, soon finding her attention to the window again.​
 
Quietly entering the living room/possible war room, Jean looks to each of those gathered within. Presently her green eyes would fall upon Mystique, a slight pang of resentment presenting itself to her heart. Mystique has, since the start, been a thorn in the side of the X-Men and most all things mutant related. To Jean, Mystique will sell out anyone she can to make a buck and/or to serve her self interests. And if this situation were different, she would be convinced that is what was happening.

But this situation as it stands, speaks differently.

Sitting down near Raelyn, presently adding to the narrative of who Apocalypse is. She has a sordid history with him, of course. "In the world Apocalypse envisions, the strongest survive. And the very strongest rule. And of course, it's himself he sees that the head of the table." She leans back in the armchair she is sitting upon. And has yet to notice the movement Scott apparently has. To Magneto she now addresses "There's a dedicated communicator we can use to get ahold of any of the Avengers. But.." her voice drifts off as she looks towards the carpeted floor before her. "If this is Apocalypse.. if this is the beginning of some giant scheme… " Now her eyes lift towards Scott "I mean whoever that was that murdered Gyrich, they still have to be in the vicinity, right?" She glances to Raelyn "We have a top notch tracker here…" looking back towards Scott she motions to herself "A halfway decent telepath.." she pauses then, her hand lowering. "I think if I had just murdered someone very publicly and wanted to make it seem like it was someone else.. I would be laying low until I could sneak away. There are literally thousands of people there…" she absently motions towards the television, then looking towards Magneto. "And with the Avengers showing… especially Captain America… I would think this someone would want to get to a near hidey hole and just stay there. They could still be there. And who knows what other abilities this person has. It's possible…" now she stands slowly, addressing the room as a whole "this is a situation the X-Men are specifically best to handle…"
 
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