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Capture the Flag, Mutant Style.

Posted by mutant_race on 2006.02.18 at 21:01
"Alright, everybody- listen up!" Scott called from where he stood on the edge of the forest, arms crossed. The students had gathered around him, some whispering their team plans quietly to one another. They had been divided into red and blue teams, each wearing an arm band or pinnie, and were huddled impatiently around their teacher.

Mark had been instructed to stay in the gazebo, and leave his camera on a table nearby. There would be lots to film, later. Now, Scott, Hank and Ororo were standing side by side at the edge of the playing field, and Warren was no where to be seen yet.

"The usual rules, I hope I don't have to explain them again. Hank and Warren will be your referees- so watch what you do. Even if you can't see them, they may be watching you! Ms. Munroe has hidden both of the flags, so there can be no accusations of cheating on that front! You have-" Scott looked at his watch. "Fivety-seven minutes left. On my mark- Referees ready?" Scott glanced at Warren, who nodded, and then cast a glance upwards, towards something Mark couldn't see, and smirked to himself.

"Alright- Ready: Three...Two..One, Go!" The students sprang into action, some of them immediately running back on their own side, carefully guarding against any intruders. One student leapt into the trees with inhuman grace, hitting the top branches in seconds. Another, a tall blonde boy, stepped back, and with a wide, smirking grin, cast his hands out in front of him and sent a blasting beam of ice across their half of the border between the two sides, and created a long ramp over it. Another student, carrying a skateboard, immediately headed for the ramp and skidded up it and over, clearing a good few seconds of air before landing and ducking around the trees to get across the opponent's side. He seemed to get nearly three quarters of the way there, when the girl Mark had seen earlier materialized from behind a tree and tagged him, taking them both into a sliding roll.

Scott smiled proudly, loosely crossing his arms over his chest and walking back to sit beside Mark in the gazebo. As his back was turned, another student on the playing field, with a lighter in his hand not visible from where Mark was sitting, started to melt to ice path blocking most of his team's path with a river of fire that he sent in rivulets across the ice in one long stream that was carefully controlled enough not to burn anything around it. A set of fireworks went up one one side, and the boy making the fire stopped, and ran back across his side at the defensive signal.

Taking his seat in the fold-out chair beside Mark, he cast a glance at the filmmaker, watching him carefully from behind his red glasses.


pan_left at 2006-02-19 02:37 (UTC) (Link)
"This is amazing!" Mark exclaimed, nearly unable to capture everything with his own eyes. At least on film he could have reviewed the action later, but they'd insisted he didn't film. "I mean what I great way to explore your abilities..." He watched as the boy who had made the ice bridge, stretched his hand out and froze the fire boy's hand..or atleast, something in his hand. Less than a second later, two loud whistles sounded off.

"Bobby. No inhibiting John's power source. 5 minute penalty!" Hank, who Mark had noticed right away looked like a slightly more menacing Cookie Monster, called and "Bobby" headed out to sit by the gazebo.
wingdndangerous at 2006-02-19 05:41 (UTC) (Link)
Another whistle went off, but from where Mark couldn't tell. A few seconds later, a large boy, easily over 6 feet tall, who looked like he was covered in metal, strode from the forest. The metal was slowly changing as he walked, fading into human skin as he approached the gazebo.

A few seconds later, although Mark clearly hadn't look up in a while, a figure burst from the surrounding trees to the sky above. Mark only noticed because of the shower of leaves that erupted with them- the figure having descended into the trees in order to deliver the penalty.

Now, having spotted and assigned Piotr his penalty, Warren had flown back upwards, and for the first time since they parted inside, Mark saw him.

The inherited billionare was hovering above the trees, a whistle loosely clenched between his teeth, ready to assign any other penalties he spotted. The boggling thing was that he was doing so with enormous white wings. Mark had seen the pictures, but they looked insignificant in comparison to what he now saw. The powerful muscles were flapping casually, keeping Worthington steadily a good ten feet or so up from the canopy of the low forest as he scanned the students below him with sharpened vision. Blonde hair whipping slightly in the light breeze, that was more present in the air he floated in than on the ground, Warren looked surprisingly like...well, an angel, for all the irony Mark would later appreciate, and the sight was stunning.

Jean had once noted that Warren looked most beautiful when his wings were spread- a sentiment Ororo had immediately agreed with. Even the males of the Mansion had to appreciate the equisite grace Warren displayed when he was in the air. For all the business-like show he put on, and for however natural he made it seem, none of it could compare to the utter relaxation and content present in the young man's face as he flew suspended above the Mansion grounds, watching the younger students in their game freely. And indeed, Warren was content, fulfilled, even, as he dove to the side, cutting the air with a swift motion of his wings to move his patrol across the playing area.

pan_left at 2006-02-19 17:05 (UTC) (Link)
"I---this is amazing, I mean even a regular school isn't like this." He smiled widely. "There are people I know who would have stayed in High School longer if they'd had a learning environment like this." Mark said, as "Booby" was released back into the game.

Mark turned to Scott, slightly still half-watching the action in front of him, "So what do you do here?" he asked, curiously. Scott's mutation had yet to become apparent, but Mark figured that like everyone else he had to have one.
mutant_race at 2006-02-19 17:21 (UTC) (Link)
Scott shifted in his chair, and signalled for Piotr to re-join the game as well. Piotr ran quickly back to the forest in heavy strides, dutifully starting at the back border of his side, just like Bobby had.

"I teach Physics, Mechanics, most of their Training, some of the general sciences... And most of the disciplinary control of the school. I'm the Professor's big bad, if you will." With another military-esque hand gesture, he signalled another student back into the game.

"I've been here for a while- Jean, Warren, Hank, Ororo and I were the first students." He pointed to the large blue ref who was darting around trees with surprising agility.

"That's Hank- Ororo has white hair, you met her earlier. Jean..." He paused, and had Mark been able to see his eyes they would have glazed over slightly. There was a few seconds of silence, then Scott smiled at something unheard and looked back at Mark. "Jean's on her way."
pan_left at 2006-02-19 17:30 (UTC) (Link)
Mark knew that look well. It was the look that Angel use to get when the clock in the loft would tick past 5 and Collins last class of the day would finish. Roger had always associated that look with a need to screw like rabbits, but Mark prefered to think of it as the look of true love, of the person who completes you being returned to you. The only difference was that all of Summers' facial expressions were in his cheekbones and eyebrowline.

"So you sort of keep it in the family?" Mark asked. He knew from Collins that there weren't many opportunities for Mutants to rise in the workforce, especially with physical deformities, but many of the students he had seen could easily have passed off as everday teenagers.
mutant_race at 2006-02-19 18:00 (UTC) (Link)
"Those of us who have stayed have chosen to do so because we want to continue providing the opportunity we got to other teenagers." Scott answered, as if it was an incredibly simple concept (which it was, to anyone who remotely related with it).

"There is no other place like this, and they need a safehaven to explore their mutations, or else they'll just surpress them. Doing that is not only dangerous to their self-esteem, but can cause them or others physical damage. And sometimes it's harder to surpress than others." It was said with a vague hint of familiarity, but Scott clearly kept himself well guarded and impersonal about the issue.

Scott glanced at his watch again, then looked back at the playing field. He wasn't surprised that neither team had found the other's flag yet- they were probably still finding their own to guard it.
pan_left at 2006-02-19 18:18 (UTC) (Link)
"They all look pretty controlled." Mark says, looking back out onto the field. "Especially the older ones, they really now how to use it to their advantage." The boy who controls fire, sends a few sparks to burn an iceblock that has formed around a few of the younger students who seem to be in the middle of a planning session. Out of no where, there's a blur of dust and when it settles, Mark sees that both the fire boy and the boy with the slicked blonde hair are tussling on the ground for something. Immeadiatly, two whistles blow and a large storm cloud appears overhead.
mutant_race at 2006-02-19 20:15 (UTC) (Link)
Scott jumped up to better see what was going on, and Warren circled overhead suddenly. At the appearance of the storm cloud, the students all seemed to pause, knowing the game was on time out. Scott hesitated momentarily, watching Hank pull the two boys apart, hands half clenched and at the ready, and Mark noticed that his right hand kept hovering upwards towards his head.

Hank was there in a split second, grabbing the back of Pietro and John's collars and hauling them up. John's lighter dropped between them, and they both squirmed forwards to get it. Hank lifted them slightly higher, off the ground.

"Enough!" He boomed. "I have assigned one penatly this game for inhibiting another student's powers, I should not have to do it again!" The other students were frozen in guilty shock, casting glances between eachother. John was glaring at Pietro fiercely.

"We'd never have these rules in battle," Pietro countered, speaking so fast Mark almost missed it. At that, Scott walked off the gazebo, pausing at the bottom of the stairs in preparation. The storm cloud was clearing slightly, and Warren was coming to land beside Hank, wings folding behind him.

In a sudden, untraceable blur of movement, the blonde boy in Hank's grasp twisted and writhed out of it, kicking himself over the large blue arm faster than Hank could adjust his grip. Scott's hand flew to his sunglasses, in an imopssibly accurate and instant calculation involving where Pietro had looked shortly before he freed himself and the logical path for him to take. The corner of his sunglasses was pulled down, and a brilliant red streak shot out instantly, obviously not created behind the glasses so much as restrained by them.

A clump of dirt and grass shot straight up under the impact of the red beam, and the silvery blur that had been moving was interrupted as the ground under his feet exploded. Pietro slowed as he fell backwards, but he never hit the ground. As he arched backwards, he stopped at the peak of his movement, frozen in position with a confused look on his face. Scott had replaced the sunglasses the second after the red beam had emitted, and was stalking slowly but angrily towards Pietro. A woman seemed to materialize beside him, walking up from across the grounds where she had approached unnoticed.
pan_left at 2006-02-19 20:27 (UTC) (Link)
Mark swallowed slightly, taken by the woman's internal (and external) beauty as well as the sheer amount of excitement that had just occured. "Mark Cohen." he said, a little stunned, wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans before reaching up to shake her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Dr. Grey, I've read some of your essays."

The game behind them had taken on a different tone. The girl who'd been sitting next to Pietro was taking on a new vengence as she tried to remove as many players from the game and into the jail zone as possible. Not to be outdone, "John" and the girl who had phased through the tree had ganged up to try and stop her. Although it was not readily apparent how their powers would work together, it seemed that they knew what to do. They beckoned for another girl, who was wearing long white gloves. She dutifully removed her gloves and for the breifest of seconds touched both students who shuddered. Then, gloves still removed, she nodded to "John" who started a fire, which she controlled as it snaked around the girl and phased in and out of the trees so she was literally stuck where she stood.
mutant_race at 2006-02-19 21:26 (UTC) (Link)
The girl looked incredibly annoyed, and decided to wait momentarily until she could think of a better plan. As she did, the girl who had been plotting with John snuck in a long path around until she was behind her. Kitty phased through the fence of fire, solidfying just behind Wanda and touching her shoulder with a smug grin.

"Gotcha." She crowed, and Wanda growled, but dutifully let Kitty phase her back through the fire and headed for the jail on the other side. Almost instantly, though, a young boy dropped from the tree above Kitty, hanging from the branches by his knees as he tapped her on the head.

"Got you back," he countered, and Kitty grumbled something incoherant as she jogged towards the appropriate jail.

A tall boy on the same side as John and Kitty was slowly creeping across the border, farther into the forest than everyone else. Jamie paused a few feet in, closing his eyes in concentration. Suddenly, he multiplied, with close to twenty identical boys standing around him. They spread out, each creeping through the trees until they reached nearly halfway across. A few younger students spotted some of them and ran forwards to tag them, only to have their hand pass right through the fakes. The real one was lost admist his doubles to the observers, as they all slowly progressed, fading as they were 'caught' by other students.

Bobby and Piotr had gathered a few students on their side, and were quietly plotting something in a small group protected by an ice barrier. Mark saw a boy with no mouth erecting a sheild of glowing energy in front of a few of the dopplegangers creeping across the field. He didn't call out, but another boy, smaller, and with glasses, turned around as if he'd been called from where he was perched in a tree. In a flash of light, he started appearing in front of any dopplegagner of Jamie he could see to tag them.

Something near the small boy with glasses caught Mark's eye, and he saw a dark, furry shape crawling silently through the forest, yellow eyes locked on the students around it as it crawled towards the huddled group of kids in the team's jail.

pan_left at 2006-02-19 21:34 (UTC) (Link)
"Umm..." Mark started, having seen what looked like a large wolf enter the premises. "I think you should call off the game." He watched as the wolf creeped closer to the smaller students in the jail and one of the smaller one reach out to touch its snout.

"WATCH OUT!" he yelled, racing out of the gazebo to save the children, not realizing that if this was a real threat these kids were more likely to be able to help themselves.
mutant_race at 2006-02-19 21:44 (UTC) (Link)
Before Mark could even hope of reaching it, the wolf stepped over the boundary of the jail, and instantly changed into a young girl.

"Jailbreak!" She screamed proudly, and her team mates whooped. The group of them raced immediately back to their side, one girl letting a few handfuls of brightly coloured balls, about the size of golf balls, drop on her way back. When she got to the other side, she huddled with the girl who Mark had seen in the gazebo shouting loudly. She was wearing bright yellow, her hair tied in pigtails with various coloured ribbons. A tall, tanned boy with dark shoulder length hair joined them, and they quietly chatted behind a tree for a few minutes. Splitting off, they tried to find each of their team members and whisper something to them.
mutant_race at 2006-02-19 21:46 (UTC) (Link)
"Mark-" Scott called as the filmmaker charged down the steps. He sighed to himself, watching Rahne transform and free her team, and gave Jean an amused look. She returned it with a smile, and called down to Mark.

"That's Rahne. She's one of our newer students." Scott dropped his hand from Jean's waist to entwine their fingers, and she cast a sideways glance up at him that made him stiffen slightly. As Jean looked back down at Mark with kind amusement, Scott clenched his jaw in discomfort, clearly trying not to react to something.
pan_left at 2006-02-19 22:01 (UTC) (Link)
Mark grinned sheepishly and headed back up to the gazebo, behind him, he heard several loud pops and a couple of groans. Turning around he noted that the ground around the jail was now burnt.

The other team was also trying to pass a message along, this one passed by the blonde boy and the boy on the skateboard.

Looking back up at Jean and Scott, he noticed that Scott was having quite the time with something. "Um...how much longer does this game go for?"
mutant_race at 2006-02-19 22:04 (UTC) (Link)
Scott seemed to physically try and shake something off, then looked at Mark, and glanced at his watch.

"32 minutes." He replied shortly, then cast what could barely be described as a pleading look at his wife- most of it was covered by his glasses. She smiled softly, and squeezed his hand.

mutant_race at 2006-02-19 22:50 (UTC) (Link)
Bobby's team sprang into action first, setting up their defenses a few seconds before the other team sprang into action. Above them, Warren could see the whole layout of the children through the trees, and noted that John's team seemed to be moving into a steady offensive move to counter.

Bobby cast another thick wall of ice across the border, and the kid on the skateboard was shooting long spikes in as it froze, reinforcing it strongly. One thin boy, sitting on the shoulders of the hulking boy who had turned into metal again, had his brow furrowed in concentration, and Mark noticed the forest on their side start to grow denser- as if more trees were materializing out of nowhere. The taller kid with no mouth was setting up what looked like pink bubbles in various places, presumably to keep peopple from getting through them. Their half of the field looked like a mine field of various defenses.

The other team suddenly sprang into action, the girl with the white gloves and John directing a beam of fire at the centre of the wall. A boy in a red shirt grabbed the wolf-girl and started at the centre in a charging run from a good twenty feet back. As he approached, a glow started eminating around the two of them, Rahne tucked against the boy's chest as he jumped, the light around them propelling them forwards and through the remainders of the ice wall with crashing force.

Meanwhile, a boy holding an oval-shaped surf board had his hands outstretched towards the wall, and a small wormhole of swirling blue and purple light was appearing behind the wall where Sam and Rahne were charging towards. As soon as they broke through, he mounted his board in a swift running jump, and as Sam let go of Rahne and rolled out of the way, Rahne transformed to land on all fours, then leapt into the air and changed back. Davis caught her, holding them both on his board as they entered the wormhole. Jubilee and Tabby ran forwards, sending showers of fireworks and small explosions to distract the other team, who was instinctually scanning for the opening end of Davis' wormhole. A dozen dopplegangers ran through them to add to the confusion, Jamie hidden amoung them. John looked at Rogue, and with a smirk, held out both his hands, and a flock of flaming birds erupted from his lighter, circling amidst the trees in yet another distraction.

The long-haired tanned boy Mark had seen plotting earlier was standing just inside the hole in the ice wall, hands oustretched. The ground on the opposing side shifted and rose in a mound, causing a few students to jump to the side or get caught and roll down the new rocking hill of dirt. The wormhole appeared on the other side, and Rahne and Davis tumbled forwards. Rahne was on four paws when she hit the ground, and took off at a galloping run. Davis landedin a tumble, and was immediately tagged as the small boy in glasses appeared in front of him in a flash and touched his shoulder.

Kitty too had taken off at a run, in constant phase as she sprinted directly through the madness in the same direction as Rahne. A small explosion went off a littel farther into the forest, marking the flag- Tabby had spotted it in jail, and set a small timed bomb on her way out. Rahne and Kitty headed towards it, a few firery birds guiding the way. The rest of their team was trying to guard against the blue spheres of hexing energy sent by Wanda and Evan's stakeboard attack towards their own flag, backed by Bobby. Sam, Davis and Jamie had been caught, and were waiting impatiently in the opposing jail.
mutant_race at 2006-02-19 22:50 (UTC) (Link)

Dennis appeared in front of Rahne, hand outstretched, but she bounded up and pushed off the tree beside her, jumping over his head. Kitty phased through him without missing a beat, and saw Rahne trying to dodge the increasing amount of trees appearing in front of her. Kitty called to her, and Rahne slowed down just enough to let Kitty put a hand on her and phase them through the thick line of oaks that were blocking their path, unsure of which ones were real. Rahne stopped in front of the tree Tabby had marked, looking frantically for opposing team members. Kitty quickly scrambled through it to the orange hoop in the ground on the other side, and grabbed the flag in its centre. Dennis appeared directly in front of her, and she dropped the flag as he tagged her, but Rahne grabbed it and set off at another run just as he spotted her. Fireworks started going off behind Rahne's tail, firebirds at her front as she ran twistingly back to her own side. A few students made unsuccessful dives for her as she ran, but now she could see the wall of ice again. Just as she reached it, it froze over again, and Bobby smirked at her from where he had retreated to his own side. She growled, and dropped the flag as Paige tagged her.

Rahne's team let out a loud, frusterated roar- they could now see the outline of the orange flag on the other side of the ice, and Evan had found their own flag before he got tagged by Rogue. John immediately set to melting the ice, but Bobby was reinforcing it instantaneously. Lance moved aside, opening a whole in the ground that created a mound almost the size of the wall. He started to clamber over, but meanwhile, Tabby was conversing with a quiet boy who had been defending their side only by tagging people. He nodded in agreement to whatever her plan was, and she knelt down at the base of the ice, carefully lining up a large ball of light. It exploded, creating a hole a few centimeters across in the bottom. Andrew, the quiet boy, immediately dropped in front of it, peering in with one eye and extending a hand. The flag quivered, then jerked forwards through the hole into his hand. Andrew stood, beaming, the flag held aloft. Warren and Hank's whistles went off stimulatenously, and the rest of Andrew's team cheered loudly.
pan_left at 2006-02-19 23:09 (UTC) (Link)
"Game Over!" Hank called, as he ushered the students towards the gazebo. Mark shook his head a few times trying to understand what had taken back so suddenly.

As the droves of children headed towards them, he tried to link each kid with a mutation. There were so many varied ones that he was having a hard time keeping track. Several students seemed to be blessed with the ability to create pyrotechnics while others seemed to be able to manipulate the world around them.

"That was amazing!" Mark cried as the children moved close enough to hear him. "If I could film something like that for the documentary---" he trailed off and smiled sheepishly. "I mean--that's something people should see..."

All the children stared at him for a second and then all began to chatter amongst themselves. Teams disipated and they moved to stand around the gazebo with thier friends.
mutant_race at 2006-02-19 23:15 (UTC) (Link)
Scott and Jean seemed to be having a silent exchange while Mark praised the kids and through the last few moment of the game, then Scott broke free and walked to address the kids as Jean walked over to Mark.

"I have the feeling you'll be the soure of gossip around here for a while." She said quietly, watching Scott gather the kids and give them a congratulatory speech. Warren flew over, his shadow falling over Mark and Jean for a few seconds before he landed noiselessly beside them.

"What did you think?" He asked Mark a little apprehensively, wings pulsating outwards slightly at his hidden excitement.
pan_left at 2006-02-19 23:26 (UTC) (Link)
"It was...quite the experience." Mark said, laughing. He had the urge to reach out and touch the wings, to feel if they're real.

"Um--should I be formally introduced?" Mark asked, shifting from foot to foot. The kids were all starting to eye him, and he wasn't sure whether he should consider them a threat or if they should consider him a threat. He gave some of the younger ones a quick wave. One of the little boys stuck his tounge out and Mark was only mildly surprised to find that it was blue and forked.

"Artie!" Hank exclaimed, picking him up and swinging him around once. "Stop showing off."
wingdndangerous at 2006-02-19 23:36 (UTC) (Link)
"Yes, of course-" Warren said with another laugh. He walked over to the kids, and Jean gestured for Mark to follow.

"As I'm sure most of you have figured out..." Warren addressed the students with a coy smile. A few of the young girls giggled as his wings flexed to enunciate his words, arms crossed over his bare chest. "This is Mark Cohen, our new documentarian." He turned slightly to the side to hold a hand out at Mark.

"He'll be staying with us for a little while, and he may be filming some things. If you're not comfortable being filmed," Warren cautioned, although the excited whispers that broke out made it doubtful, "tell one of your teachers- especially Scott or myself, and we'll ensure you aren't. Please be nice to Mark," He gave them all a mock glare, causing smiles amidst some of the older students. "He may not be used to some of the things you can do." As if to prove his point, a loud bang went off in the back, causing a few kids to jump, and the younger ones squealed. Tabby was smirking, her arms crossed, and Wanda and Lance wore similar expressions on either side of her. Warren's wings oustretched with a slightly annoyed 'fwomph', signalling for silence. Mark felt a breeze as one wing extended behind him, then retracted.

"I trust you'll all be able to behave yourselves," Warren finished, and cast a glance at Scott, who nodded.

"I think everyone is expected in their next classes in-" He looked at his watch. The game had finished a few minutes early. "Seventeen minutes. I don't want to hear any disruptions until then." The kids dispersed, a few of them lurking to look at Mark inquisitively.
mutant_race at 2006-02-20 04:59 (UTC) (Link)
She made a face at him, but turned to go and help, he face cracking into the ghost of a smile.

"I'm Tabby." She said, pausing as she passed Mark. "If you need anything, or if anyone is bothering you, come find me and I'll deal with it." And with that, she was off, headed down the path, clearing bits of debris by setting off a row of tiny bombs in her wake.
wingdndangerous at 2006-02-20 12:08 (UTC) (Link)
Warren turned to Mark as well, the tips of his wings curling upwards and outwards in the semblance of a smile. He cast a glance at the field, where a few students had been recruited to clean up, including Andrew, who was gently floating rocks and things back to their places. Looking back at the filmmaker, Warren gave him a reserved, but clearly proud and easy, smile.

"Welcome to Mutant High."
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