Be an intruder there in? {SITE WIDE PLOT EVENT!}

To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause.

Hamlet's words mocked the sleep deprived--nay the sleep evaded Charlotte Black. Her pale green eyes stared out the window that she had opened hours before. The night air was cool and brisk, but offered her no more sleep than it had before it was let in, ah well at least she could enjoy her conscious entrapment of her mind. Although, the sleep she desired was not the sort that Hamlet would have prescribed, well not in this Soliloquy anyway, his was the more permanent kind that held the plaguing fears of what lied beyond. Although, Charlotte thought, when death did come for her, she shant give it the satisfaction of her fear. She had decided that a long time ago.

The moonlight came in through her window at an angle casting long shadows across the floor and Charlie stretched to put her toes in a small strip that shone on the end of her bed, as if she where trying to touch it. With a sigh she lay back flat on the bed and watched the ceiling.

There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.

She continued the soliloquy in her head

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of .....

She had forgotten. She blinked. She just couldn't remember the remaining lines, so many times she had read this and committed it to memory but now, in the still of the night, the words would not come back to her. With a sigh she gingerly rose from her bed, she would have to go look it up.

The school had with in it's walls and excellent library, with mazes of book shelves with stairs leading up, down, ladders going up the walls, banisters leading down, it was Charlotte's favorite place. It contained every book you could think of, and on rainy days she could read for hours.
Silently she made her way across the room to her door. Turning the handle she expected to be greeted with the silence of a dark hall way but instead her eyes met an unfamiliar figure.

They locked eyes for only a moment, in an instant the man's hand went to his hip, but Charlie was an instant quicker. In a flash her arm went across her body in a defensive move, sending a wave of pure white energy at the man's chest and sent him backwards into the wall behind him. He collapsed unconscious without a single word. Charlotte's heart began to race as she stood frozen, scanning the man's body.

He was dressed all in black, a flexible canvas material, equipped with combat boots and what seemed to be only a hand gun with a string of ammunition around his waist. Charlie took a tentative step forward to inspect closer and her heart sank, he had a walkie-talkie, that meant more where on their way. She was about to immediately set into action, but something else caught her eye. The ammunition belt didn't contain bullets, but darts, they where tranquilizer guns. Quickly looking around her Charlotte grabbed the gun from it's holster and shot the man in the arm for good measure, and then put it in her pajama pant's waist band just in case. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath, and when she opened them they had almost gone entirely white, she knew a battle was eminent and that they where going to have to fight for their lives just to get out of here.

With a bitter smile Charlotte remembered the last few lines of her soliloquy

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.

Let the games Begin.

Vader had never been a heavy sleeper, (unless her sleep was medically induced, but no one really counted that anyway) she woke up when there was a shift in air pressure, a light was turned on, or when something moved. So when something moved past her door and happened to trip hit the one spot in the floor that tended to creak somewhat loudly, Vader woke up, alert. He head was flooded with thoughts instantaneously, which left her a bit disoriented. There were not typical mutant thoughts so Vader dug a bit deeper and realized that whoever it was in the hallway was definitely not a mutant, and was definitely not here on a friendly visit. Upon discovering this woman’s thoughts, Vader froze, realizing that the woman probably was either very unintelligent or had some way to defend herself from psychics peering into her brain.

Vader slowly eased herself out of her bed, hoping that she wouldn’t make a sound, and that if she did, the woman in the hallway wouldn’t hear it. As soon as she was at her door Vader paused, diving deep into the woman’s brain, scrabbling to get control over her. She heard a gasp on the other side of her door and knew that the woman could feel her inside her head. As she got control over the woman Vader opened her door, she noticed that there was a tranquilizer gun in the woman’s hand and immediately came up with a plan. Vader smiled sweetly as the woman’s eyes reeled back and forth in fear as her gun arm went towards her other arm. Vader paused for what she hoped was an agonizing moment for the woman, as the cool barrel of the tranquilizer gun was touching the uncovered flesh of her right arm. Vader made her pull the trigger and the woman collapsed at her feet.

She pulled the gun from the woman’s hand and took the belt full of tranquilizer filled shots that the gun used as ammunition. It wouldn’t hurt to use their own weapons against them. Vader then realized that she was probably one of the only mutants up, and that the others would be in danger if they didn’t wake up now. Vader was getting a bit better at blocking out people’s thoughts, but it had always been easier for her to get into people’s head than to stay out of them. She tried to reach as many mutants as she could. It hurt, a dull pain was starting to pulse behind her eyes. She’d probably gotten into the minds of at least half of the mutants, the noise she heard in her head made her want to go insane, the thoughts of so many students in her head, all at once. She must have unknowingly and unintentionally blocked some people’s thoughts when she was walking the streets of whatever city she visited because she’d only felt like this a few times. Vader took a deep breath. OI, WAKE UP! Vader shouted in the minds of her peers. The Institute is being attacked, men and women with guns are in the building. This is not a drill. Vader said calmly, though she didn’t feel very calm. Adrenaline rushed through her bloodstream. She heard thoughts of irritation to down right anger, then there was worry. Good. Vader thought after she had receded from their minds. They are awake. Now to Aiden’s room.

The strawberry blonde mutant ran as silently and as quickly as possible down the hallway, making a sharp right turn, then stopped. She slid a little bit and then backed up against a door, waiting for the man walking down the hallway to turn onto the hallway where she was. He didn’t see her immediately, but as soon as he did, he jumped in surprise. Vader shot him with the tranquilizer gun, it wasn’t exactly where she had been aiming, but it had done the job. The man collapsed with a thud. A door opened across from her, revealing a mutant that Vader vaguely remembered. “Good. Someone actually listened. Take the gun and the shots. You’ll need them eventually.” She said, then darted down the hallway, she turned left, ran towards the middle of the hallway and then stopped at the door which she thought to be Aiden’s. She knocked, when no one replied, she opened it, it was Aiden’s room. Vader tried to shake him awake, but he didn’t budge. “Aiden.” She hissed. “Aiden get up. Now!” She heard him mumble something, but then he rolled over and went back to sleep. Vader tried to shake him again, but to no avail. “Sorry.” She whispered before slapping his face as quietly as she could. “Aiden! You have to get up!” She whispered again, hoping that the slap had done it’s job and cursing the fact that she couldn't get into his mind easily.

OI! WAKE UP! The Institute is being attacked, men and women with guns are in the building. This is not a drill!

The mental shout dragged Angel straight out of his sleep. He was a light sleeper as it was - he didn't need someone shouting in his head. Jumping out of his bed, he got dressed as quickly and quietly as possible, slipping on his black t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms. He slipped his wings through the slits in his t-shirt, ready to fly at a moment's notice.

Angel felt a feeling he didn't usually feel - anger. How dare these people attack his home, and his kind?! They were going to regret it, that was for sure. Finally, he'd get to put his powers to use to help fight against inustice and to protect those he cared about. It was time now to see if all the training he had done would pay off. He crept to his door and slowly opened it, looking up and down the corridor before he stepped out. Slinking down the corridor, he peeked around the corner and saw someone dressed all in black, but wearing a balaclava and what looked to be a kevlar vest. A walkie talkie was attatched to the person, and he held a tranquiliser gun in his hand.

Angel stepped out and faced the guy, glaring at him. Small flames grew and died all over him from his anger as he stared down this intruder.

"Get away from my home!" He said to the guy, voice quivering with rage. Focusing on his abilities, Angel felt air gatehr round him and hurled a huge blast of it at the guy, knocking him off his feet and sending him down the hallway. Running up to the stunned intruder, Angel punched him in the head, knocking him out cold. He took the tranquiliser gun and darts and clipped them onto him, just in case he ran out of energy later.

Tonight was going to be a long night, he could tell.

((Would I be ok to post here as Lucien as well?))

Kazuo hadn't been at the institute for long. Only a short while to be honest but it had helped him a great deal. For instance he learned that keeping his body moving while he took in energy made it move around his body becoming more powerful on the way. He had become more accurate and he had gotten past the death of his grandfather, the only man who accepted him for who he was. He had been killed by mutant haters and now there were people like that here inside the school. Kazuo had heard the call and even though he was new, he had to help. He had the power to even if it would black out the entire building. Of course blacking out a building of this size would probably kill him. He couldn't hold on to much power yet although he figured it would increase as he trained his ability. Before he came here he hid it as much as he could but here he could use it. And now he had to use it against someone. Could he do that? Kazuo didn't know for sure if he had the heart for it. He had to have the heart for it or it would be his death. Kill or be killed, an easy choice in his opinion.

Kazuo got out of his bed and reached for his sword. His weapon of choice even above his powers. Or maybe more clearly, in combination with his powers. The stainless steel sword was used to channel his powers and it made him a very deadly fighter if he would learn how to control it. Last time he tried it nearly fried him and he was pretty much resistant to burning. Kazuo strapped the sword to his back for now. He would use it as a last resort but not while his powers were enough.

He walked to the door of his room, he had to know what was out there before he did something stupid. Looking around the corner he saw two guys with guns. Around there belt there were darts, text book tranquillizers. Kazuo knew all about those. The beautiful thing was that they were all carrying electric equipment. Radio's and night vision goggles. If he were to be captured or encountered a big group he could make these devices overload. It wouldn't kill them but keep them busy for a while. Now though Kazuo focused on the nearest electric connection and started sapping energy. He felt power flow through him as the electricity was sapped in him. With a smile on his face he walked into the hallway.

“Oi, baka!” He screamed at the two men. They turned around and tried to raise their guns at him but before they had the chance to pull the trigger Kazuo put his hands in front of him and unleashed the energy towards them. Both of them were his by the full wave of electricity which would kill them at this quantity. They both screamed in pain as they fell back. He collected their guns and darts for later. His father had taught him how to shoot so he could have become one of the men doing this. It used to be his life's goal now he couldn't imagine it. Walking around the corner he saw another mutant, he hadn't seen the guy before. He saw he had knocked out a few, or killed them, it didn't make a difference to Kazuo. “Doing well for yourself ey?” He said to the guy. “Need some help?" He asked as he let sparks of electricity dance over his fingers.

As Ben sat in his bed, looking up at the ceiling he simply placed both of his hands behind his head, feet stretched out, he relaxed, most of his energy had returned and for now he was content with his health, a feeling that was far from common in the boy, though a feeling that refreshed him, a felling that he liked, he felt like he could just about anything, though he was logical and knew that was far from the truth, but he didn’t care. As he was about to drift to sleep a noise passed through his mind, a noise that most definitely scared him, but when he realised the voice was that of Vader’s, he grumbled, that was until he heard what she had to say.

Despite this announcement, he simply did things at a slow pace, but he was quicker than usual, he reached for some clothes, fighting these guys in his boxer shorts...it was a big no no. His feet started to speed up as he heard noise from the corridors, and as he opened the door he saw one of them, a man, and tall but his gun was loaded with tranquilizer darts, this was what annoyed the boy the most, they were here to take people away, he had the power that would protect the younger, and weaker mutants, his movement was now quick, the door opening being quiet, he focused his energy into the palm of his hand, a bubble formed and then he released it, it slammed into the man, who was completely taken by surprise, and flipped in mid air and slammed against the wall, knocked out completely, Ben flinched for a second before casually turning the corner to see a mutant, of around his age punch one of the figures in the face, an action which Ben creased his brow at though didn’t bother to question, as he saw another mutant go up to him Ben simply creased his brow and turned his head to the other end of the corridor.

The next one came from around the corner, his gun aimed, and he fired, Ben moved his hands in front of his face, and another force field engulfed hum, spreading out along the corridor, about a metre away from , the tranquilizer dart slammed into it, and sizzled in mid air, then Ben aimed the Force Field down the corridor, and it funnelled its way down the corridor, almost like water in a canyon, and then slammed the man against the wall, but he wasn’t out, yet at least, and Ben bit his lip, he wasn’t expecting the man to withstand such a blast, they were usual enough to knock someone out, but Ben turned his head to the other guys, “Hey, one of you think you can take him down?” he simply moved to one side and pointed at the guy who was grumbling and reaching for his gun on the floor.

Ben couldn’t keep this up for too long, he just hoped that none of them saw that it was taking his energy up, slowly but it was going. His hands reached into his pocket,, yes, it was still there, a chocolate bar, something that brought back that energy, almost instantly, though that was only for if he lost too much energy, for now he was okay, but the man was now back up on his feet, and was ready to fire, this was certainly going to be eventful. Ben prepared himself hands ready to create another force field, though this time it would purely be a defensive one, one that only covered one side of his body, the bit that his hands were in front of.

((Guys just think of Protego in the Harry Potter movie for what that last one will look like and the big ones are basically Protego Maxima, so the massive shield around Hogwarts in the movie, but much smaller and covering the area Ben stands in.. >.>))

Liam had just arrived at the Institute that morning, and was not quite sure how to feel about the whole situation. He had unpacked what was left of his possessions, and was praying to the makeshift altar he had crafted for himself on top of his dresser.
"God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.
Amen."

At the "Amen", a voice rang in Liam's head: "OI, WAKE UP! The Institute is being attacked, men and women with guns are in the building. This is not a drill."
Liam's Bible thumped to the floor, and his heart seemed to leap out of his chest. He definitely didn't know how to control his powers yet, or even if he could. When he heard footsteps outside of his door, he froze. These people definitely had it out for the mutants, but Liam didn't know what he could do about it. He wasn't exactly sure if he was even going to stay at the Institute. The only thing he knew for certain was that he didn't want to open the door. He hoped that someone would take care of the person that was standing right outside his door, or if they were a mutant, come help him figure out what to do.

((Luke, feel free to post as Lucien!!))

Aiden, weak and tired had arrived back at his home early in the morning - around three actually, after a strenuous journey. He wasn't sure how long he had been gone, but it was long enough to be out of the loop. Since he had arrived at the school, he had only disappeared once, but he had remembered how different returning had been. By now, he expected his fellow classmates to be used to it, but it was still no excuse. Would his old friends even remember him? More importantly, did Wren even remember him? On his little 'vacation' to 2078, the two people that refused to leave his mind were Wren and Vader. But at any rate, the reason why the trip was so hard on him was that it was the first time he had managed to travel away from Vader's timeline. He didn't like it, but it was still practice. And along the trip, he had a lot of time to figure other things out, like more powers. It had been a mistake actually when he first paused time, but it had helped him realize: his real power wasn't time travel, he could actually wield time. It was very hard, and drained him of so much energy, but practice made perfect right?

After getting back to the school, he collapsed on his bed falling to sleep upon inpact, he had gotten little sleep on the streets - that was no surprise, and he had every intention to sleep in and skip school the next day. Who would know he had returned anyway? Well... besides his roomate that was. It seemed like the second his head his his pillow, he was being shaken awake, scratch that, slapped awake. A series of things rushed through his head, how long had he been asleep? Who knew he was here? ...and wasn't afraid to slap him? And was there possibly a situation urgent enough for such extremities?

He heard Vader's voice filtering through his stupor, that made sense. She could probably hear his roommate's thoughts that he was back and had come to see him. Oh come on now. Slaps over hugs? That's nice. Turning over to his stomach, he heard more cries of outrage. "Fine, fine!" He yelled and pulled the pillow off his head which he had magically managed to place there. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Good to see you too. Now, want to ex-" but he had no need to finish. Words were spilling out of Vader's mouth. Someone screamed from the courtyard below. Something was certainly not right. "Nice welcome home present." He mused, then nodding towards Vader's gun, "where can I find one of those?"