THE XAVIER INSTITUTE OF HIGHER LEARNING

Mission Log #19

>>AT ATTENTION<<
<Rusty> @@
<Rogue> @@
<Sydney> @@
<Alex> @@
<Scott> ..I love how I managed to write out the sim but forgot the brief.. but I think everyone was here last week anyway and remembers what happened?
<Rogue> we're headed to... britain?
<Alex> Scott got plastered, then glared evily at Alex because he got plastered as well and Scott was just jealous that Alex did it better?
<Scott> You can't tell when Scott glares because you can't see his eyes.. or eyebrows behind the visor
<Alex> After three months, Alex can tell heh
<Rogue> It's the jaw twitch thing ::nods:: ^^;
<Alex> Scott clenches his jaw, and probably other things, and he has this sort of.. nostril flare
<Scott> I don't do any of those things. 
<Scott> okay anyway
>>SIM START<<
LOCATION> BRADDOCK MANOR, U.K.
SCENE> THE X-MEN HAVE BEEN LET IN BY ONE OF THE BRADDOCK EMPLOYEES, EMMA COLLINS. SHE HAS LED THEM INTO A ROOM, WHERE THEY WAIT FOR JAMES BRADDOCK TO ARRIVE. 
SCENE CONT>THE SITTING ROOM ITSELF IS BEAUTIFUL, OLD WOODEN FLOORS, AS WELL AS ART TAKEN FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD (ITALY, FRANCE, SPAIN, AND MORE). A GRAND PIANO RESIDES IN THE CORNER. ABOVE THE MANTLE SITS A FAMILY PORTRAIT OF THE BRADDOCK FAMILY. THIS ROOM DOESN’T LOOK LIKE IT’S USED VERY MUCH.
<Rogue> ::standing a bit awkwardly, fingers laced together as if she's afraid to touch anything::
<Emma> ::smiles at the group:: Please, sit. I shall get Dr. Braddock. 
<Angel> ::appraises the art, trying to tell if they're copies or originals::
<Alex> ::lightly rubs his forehead through his mask:: ((Why can't a nice place like this stop swaying?))
<Scott> ..::sits down very gently, looks towards the other::
<Rogue> ::moves to stand a bit closer to a chair, but doesn't sit, looking around the room in quick glances::
<Alex> ::initially decides to stand, then slightly grimaces as he struggles to stand still and walks over to a couch and sits on the arm of it::
<Scott> It's quiet.
<Rusty> ::leans against the door frame:: ((I feel out of place, and under dressed))
<Sydney> ::There's a dark look on her face, though she wears sunglasses.::
<Rogue> ::glances towards Sydney for a moment:: ..
<Scott> ::looks over at Alex:: How're you feeling?
<Alex> ::raises a brow at Scott nonchalantly:: I'm fine, how're you handling yourself.. bro?
<Rusty> ::slowly moves to a chair and sits down:: 
ACTION> THE CAN HEAR FOOTSTEPS COMING THEIR WAY
<Scott> Usually it goes in one way, then makes a U-turn and I'm fine after that. No headaches afterward ((..except the ones I always have)). Alex, You need to st.. ::stands::
<Rogue> ::turns back to face the door::
ACTION> A TALL, DARK HAIRED MAN, WITH A MEDIUM BUILD ENTERS. ONE CAN TELL THAT THIS MAN KNOWS HOW TO COMMAND A ROOM.
<Sydney> ::Doesn't stand, in fact she doesn't even bother to ackowledge the gentlemen.::
<Alex> ::glances toward the footsteps, trying to look serious and ready to go:: ((I won't be shown up by him))
<Scott> ..::walks over towards Dr. Braddock, holds his hand out:: Dr. Braddock I presume?
<Dr. Braddock> ::slight nod, shakes Scott's hand:: Indeed. Thanks for coming on such short notice.. Are you the one I spoke to on the phone?
<Scott> ::shakes his head, no:: No, you spoke to Warren over there. ::motions towards Angel::
<Alex> ::sits in the couch, leaning to Syd, whispering:: Hey Syd, everything all right?
<Sydney> ::Glances to Alex.:: Yeah, I'm fine, I just don't want to be here...
<Alex> ::jerks his thumb toward the door:: Want to go try and find someplace where people dressed like us'd fit in? ::grins:: It could be fun, going off of your uniform..
<Scott> Sir.. Some of us were a little curious as to some aspects of the disappearance. 
<Dr. Braddock> Of course, but please sit down ::motions for him to sit back down and takes a seat himself::
<Sydney> ::Looks over to Scott and Braddock.:: Guess it couldn't hurt.
<Scott> ::takes a seat:: What was she doing in London?
<Dr. Braddock> Betsy's known all over Europe as one of the best martial artists. I've had her studying with several different instructors for a while now.. ::thinks:: Since she was about 6.
<Rogue> ((That's kinda twisted...))
<Dr. Braddock> ::slight frown:: I was supposed to go down there and watch.. but I had something to do yesterday. She told me she was fine alone.. she wasn't.
<Alex> ((Now, if only we knew just where we were, and if there was anything around..)) So when do you want to head out? ::still listening to Scott and Braddock, of course::
<Sydney> When ever get we can give the slip...
<Rusty> ::tries to remain alert and awake:: ((I wanted to see Big Ben..))
<Scott> ::looks over at Rogue then back to Alex:: Just a few more questions. ::back to Dr. Braddock:: Is there anyone that you would suspect of kidnapping her? Any of the other competitors perhaps?
<Dr. Braddock> No.. I don't think so. Elizabeth never mentioned anything like that to us. We've spoken to her like every day.. but.. 
<Angel> ::stands behind scott, arms folded over his chest intentionally puffing up and blustering his wings occasionally::
<Alex> ::makes as if he's about to throw up:: ..oh god.. ::stands, sending a glance to Syd before making for a hallway::
<Sydney> I'll be right back. ::Says in a low tone.:: Someone should make sure he'll be okay or doesn't make a mess. ::Gets up and follows Alex.::
<Dr. Braddock> It's possible.. ::looks at Alex, shakes his head and points out towards the hall:: It's the 4th door on the right.
<Rusty> ::snores softly::
<Scott> ::rubs the back of his neck, blushes slightly:: I'm really sorry sir..
<Rogue> ::frowns slightly, gaze focused on the hardwood floor near her toes::
<Alex> ::once he's out of sight and far enough away, straightens up and glances to the room they were just in::
<Dr. Braddock> ((..what type of organization is Charles running?)) Don't worry about it. ::looks up at Angel:: ..You look awfully familiar.
<Angel> ::quirks his brow at syd and alex:: ((It's unprofessional and juvenile...)) You shouldn't have to apologize for them, Cyclops--you shouldn't have to.
<Dr. Braddock> ::Thinks to himself, furrows his brow:: Warren.. Worthington?
<Rogue> ::quick glance from Angel to Braddock to Scott:: ((Is he supposed to know things like that?))
<Rusty> ::snorts loudly and mutters:: no not that one...
<Angel> ::blinks, taken aback, jaw hangs open:: 
<Sydney> ::Follows after the younger Summer brother.:: Shoulda got Rusty but, I couldn't.
<Rogue> ::mutters:: Fat lotta good the masks do. ::knocks the chair Rusty's in with her foot to jostle it::
<Dr. Braddock> ::smiles:: Of course.. I knew it. Your father and I were old friends. I remember when you were just a little boy.
<Alex> ::shrugs:: He's new, he can handle this for a few more days before he'll need a break from it all.. shall we find an exit? ::gestures at her to lead:: ((..wow, that's.. ..some costume..))
<Rusty> ::snaps awake:: I'll take Movies for 500, Alex.. ::looks around the room:: ((... where am I? .. oh, yeah...))
<Rogue> ::looks at Rusty:: ... 
<Scott> ..::rubs his face, looking annoyed, looks back to the hallway, lowly:: ...I wonder if he's alright.
<Angel> ::nods:: Can we get back to the business at hand, sir? And when I'm wearing this, call me--Angel.
<Rusty> ::quietly:; sorry... ::sinks into the chair, face matching his hair::
<Dr. Braddock> Of course. We will have to catch up later.. on better terms, son. Is that enough information?
<Scott> ::nods, looks back at Angel:: We should probably check out that tournament for anything..
<Rogue> ::glances at Scott, then the door:: 
<Scott> ::rubs the back of his neck:
<Sydney> ::Nods, moving swiftly down the hall.::
<Emma Collins> ::walks towards Alex and Sydney, head on:: Excuse me, are you two lost?
<Alex> ::finds himself watching Syd rather than where they're going and covers his eyes for a second before looking up at Emma::
<Rusty> ::looks at Rogue, then Scott, then Braddock, then Rogue again:: ((this is like an old spy novel... find the clues, save the girl... cool)) 
<Scott> ::Stands up:: Thank you for your time, Doctor.
<Dr. Braddock> No, thank you. ::stands as well::
<Rogue> ::shifts her weight to the other foot:: ..
<Angel> Don't worry, some of us actually care about the job we do. 
<Scott> If you find any new information, please be sure to contact us. ::hands him a piece of paper with a phone number on us, nods as he looks to the others:: 
<Alex> ::looks to Emma:: Yes, it would seem that we are.. ::inward wince:: ((why's she talking so loud?)) Do you know where the kitchen is? We were told to fetch some food for their little.. meeting.
Emma> It's back down the way you came past the sitting room. 
<Angel> ::whispers:: You want me to round up the prodigal brother?
<Sydney> ::Nods.:: We'd appericate that.
<Scott> ::yawns..:: Go ahead.
<Rusty> ::slowly stands, leaning against the chair for support:: ((I need some coffee or dew.. something)) I'm real sorry about falling asleep
<Rogue> ((He musta really messed himself up to be sick, still...)) ::grimaces::
<Angel> ::heads down the hall syd and alex disappeared to::
Dr. Braddock> ((..all these kids look run down)) I'm sure you can find your way out? I'm going to check to see if anyone has come back with anything ::nods to the group, as he makes his exit::
<Alex> ::sighs then glances to Syd before smiling to Emma:: ..Thanks.. let's head back then, Syd.. ::turns the way they came::
<Rogue> ((Maybe Ah should...)) ::frowns slightly, looking over at Scott once Braddock leaves:: Ah'm kinda worried about Sydney... ::voice low::
<Scott> ::looks back at Rogue:: huh?
<Rusty> ::walks over to the mantle and looks at the picture::
ACTION> ALEX AND SYDNEY RUN INTO ANGEL
<Angel> ::stands in alex and syd's path, arms folded over his chest, glower apparent on what of his features are visible:: 
<Rogue> ::absently rubs at one wrist, frowning:: She... kinda has a nasty cut... From tools in the garage, Ah think?
<Rusty> ((is this what a family looks like?)) ::stares at the faces for a while before turning around and walking towards scott and rogue::
<Sydney> ::Brushes by Angel with out saying a word, her held high as she acts like he's just an orinment that happens to be in her way.::
<Angel> ::grabs syd's arm as she walks past:: 
<Scott> ::furrows his brow, motions for her and Rusty to follow:: Where at?
<Sydney> Let go. ::Monotone voice.::
<Rogue> Her wrist... it's bandaged... ::slightly nervous look:: Don't tell her Ah said anything... it just...
<Rusty> ::follows:: can we stop for coffee?
* FireSoul is now known as Tabitha
<Rusty> huh? someone cut their wrist?
<Alex> ::looks at Angel and raises a brow at him when Syd passes, and walks to catch up with her::
<Scott> ..I'll have to talk to her about it.. not now though.
<Scott> And the Professor.. if she did it..
<Angel> ::eyes alex:: Do you have anything to say for yourself? ::holds onto syd, not roughly but firmly enough to keep her from easily wrenching out of his grip::
<Rusty> ((I wonder if they mean Sydney or Kathrine..)) 
<Rogue> ..how is it we're supposed to find this missing girl? 
<Rusty> we need to talk to people and find clues, don't we?
<Scott> We're going to the martial arts tournament to gather some information. There has to be a connection there.
<Rogue> Last time Ah checked, we ain't none of us detectives. ::frowns around the room:: Isn't this guy rich enough to hire one?
<Alex> ::looks at Angel:: I say.. that I'm feeling better now.. ::smiles:: Thanks, Syd..
<Sydney> Your welcome Alex. ::Warm tone.::
<Rusty> I've read books.. maybe that will help. ::looks at them nervously::
<Scott> ::smiles at Rusty... fades:: What's taking them so long?>
<Angel> Don't bullshit me. What were you two up to, stealing the man's silverware? A quick fuck in the master bedroom maybe? ::lets go of syd's arm, giving her a look of disdain:: Get your acts together. ::looks at alex:: You're better than this. ::turns his back on the both of them and heads back to the others::
<Alex> ::calls after Angel:: Thanks for the suggestions, Warren, we'll have to remember that for later. All we were doing was getting a breather, but we don't have to explain ourselves to you.
<Rusty> maybe we shoudl meet them in the hall
<Angel> ::keeps walking, doesn't look back:: No--you don't. 
<Sydney> ::Looks utterly furrious.:: That... pompous son of a bitch... the HELL do you get off like that about me!?
<Rogue> Ah dunno... maybe he's still throwin' up? ::shrugs, brow furrowed::
<Scott> ::checks his watch, looks at Angel:: Where are they?
<Sydney> ::Starts to storm after Angel, her glasses off and her eyes narrowed to mere slits, if looks could only kill.::
<Rusty> perhaps we should stop for coffee and some mylanta
<Rogue> ..Mylanta? ::weird look at Rusty::
<Rusty> for Alex's stomach ::nods::
<Rogue> ::snorts:: Water'd probably do him better. ::looks up at Angel's approach<<?>>::
<Alex> ::hurries after Syd, not trying to stop her at all::
<Rusty> ::looks down:; I could stand to use some as well
<Scott> ::nods slightly, yawns:: .. ::raises an eyebrow as he hears the footsteps quickly approaching::
<Scott> ::sees Perse and Havok approaching:: Alright, let's go. ::motions for them to follow back out::
<Sydney> The ONLY time I was touched sexually was when I was molested at the Mental Hopsital! You fucking aplogize to me right NOW!
<Rogue> ::looks from Angel to Syd, eyes going wide:: ...
<Rusty> ::blinks:: ((...))
<Scott> ..::slight whimper, looks to the sky:: ((I swear I'll go to church again if you stop punishing me like this..)) ::turns around:: Persephone, please. Can we deal with this later? We have more important things to do.
<Alex> ::rubs his forehead:: Scott, call back your winged rat before Syd hurts him..
<Rogue> ::backs up a step, away from the others::
<Rusty> ::whispers to Rogue:: I think the lack of sleep is getting to everyone. 
<Scott> ::facial twitch:: I don't need this right now..
<Angel> ::blinks:: ... I'm sorry--you were abused. ::said sincerely, though it is obviously not what was demanded:: 
<Rogue> ::practically holding her breath, arms folded over her stomach, side-glances at Rusty:: ..
<Scott> ::face drops, looks at Sydney:: -- ::sucks in breath::
<Sydney> Important... of course. ::Her eyes just narrow at Angel and then back at Scott.:: Let's pick up the girl. 
<Scott> ::..waits for the group to pass, lowly to Sydney:: I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I'm tired and not thinking straight.. Why didn't you tell anyone?
<Sydney> Because... because... I didn't know how.
<Rogue> ::takes a hesitant step after the others, then hurries to follow, head down:: ((...Ah hate fighting...))
<Angel> ((That's the professor's problem... he just doesn't know when to throw back the little fish.)) 
<Rusty> ::looks at Sydney for a moment, then back to the floor:: ((how could someone do that? that's terrible..)) 
<Scott> You sure picked a way to...
<Alex> ::walks to Syd and puts a hand lightly on her arm:: Come on, Syd.. let's wait in the jet..
<Sydney> I won't be implied as a whore. ::Shoots a cold look at Angel.::
<Rusty> ::trails along with the others, getting a very good view of the exquisite tiling and carpets::
<Angel> ::haughty grin at syd in return:: 
<Rusty> ::glances over to Rogue:: are you ok?
<Rogue> ah'm fine ::murmured::
<Scott> ::waits for everyone to pass before he slumps his shoulders and sighs:: 
>>SCENE CHANGE<<
SCENE> THE GROUP OF X-MEN (AFTER A SMALL SHOPPING TRIP TO BETTER FIT IN [KITTY AND TABITHA HAD MUCH FUN ON THAT]) HAVE BEEN AT MOLINA GYMNASIUM FOR THE FINALS OF THE MIXED MARTIAL ARTS TOURNAMENT. THE SMALL CROWD OF PEOPLE HAVE BEEN ABUZZ WITH WHETHER OR NOT FINALIST ELIZABETH BRADDOCK WOULD SHOW UP, AS SHE MISSED HER MORNING CALL TIME. HOWEVER IT HAS BEEN RUMORED THAT SHE HAS BEEN SIGHTED THIS MORNING.
<omit both kitty and tabitha since neither showed.. heh I thought they were gonna be here>>
<Scott> ::takes a seat in the bleachers a little lower towards the action.. so that he can better pick up any gossip from the people down on the floor::
<Rusty> ::sits up near the top, watching the gym floor for anything unusual::
<Sydney> ::Sits up properly on a bleacher wearing a white sweater top and mars black jeans and ankle length boots, a look of fierce anger still on her face.::
<Rogue> ::wearing a dark green hooded sweatshirt with the hood up and a headband holding her white streak out of her face, and the sleeves pulled somewhat over her hands to hide her uniform gloves... sitting back in a mostly deserted area of the bleachers::
<Rusty> ::wearing a nice looking blue long-sleeve button up shirt, and black jeans, a brownish colored bomber jacket laying next to him:: ((I hope she looks like the painting, it will make things easier))
<Alex> ::heads towards the bleachers away from where Scott is, wearing a black pair of PVC pants with black, studded strips looping around the pants, an ankle-length silver pvc jacket worn over a simple white fishnet shirt::
<Scott> ::tugs as his boots, leans over towards someone:: Who was Braddock supposed to face in the finals?
<Alex> ::takes a seat toward the bottom, in plain and obvious sight, not bothering to wear his containment suit as he's in a grr mood::
<Rusty> ::looks at the back of Sydney's head:: ((I hope she's ok.. saying that out loud for the world to hear.. I don't think I like the guy with wings)) ::sips a cup of coffee:: 
Woman> ::sips what looks to be a chilled coffee drink, raises her eyesbrows, stops:: Oh, she's.. ::stands up and looks over.. points:: Over there.
SCENE> ELIZABETH’S OPPONENT, A BEAUTIFUL, DARK HAIRED YOUNG GREEK WOMAN, BY THE NAME OF ELEKTRA NATCHIOS SITS CROSSLEGGED, HER BAG IN FRONT OF HER, AWAY FROM THE MADNESS, MEDITATING.
<Elektra> ((I wanted to prove myself to him. To beat the best. It’s a shame she’s not here, I would have enjoyed sparring her.)) ::changes her position, stretches::
Woman> ::continues:: Her names Elektra Natchios. She's supposed to be really good.
<Rusty> ::stands up and walks down a few rows, taking a seat just behind and to the left of Syd:: how are you feeling?
<Rogue> ::watches the crowd idly from her vantage point, scuffing a foot against the floorboard::
<Scott> ::nods, slight headcock as she stretches:: Ahh.. ::looks over at Alex::
<Angel> ::shares rogue's vantage point, because it is a good one:: What did you think--about what happened back at the Braddock residence?
<Rogue> ::sideways look at him:: Ah was sorta gonna ask you that..
<Angel> ::chuckles:: 
<Sydney> ((I will not tolerate this anymore... I'm sick of this. Everyone's problems before mine. I suppose I could deal with that but what has this damned 'lets protect people' gotten us, anyway?))
<Rogue> Ah just.. wondered what started all of that...
<Angel> Well? I did ask first.
<Scott> Thank you. ::moves down towards Alex and sits next to him:: You feeling better?
<Rogue> .. ::small frown:: Ah don't know what to think... Ah didn't hear it all... 
<Rusty> if you'd rather be alone, I won't take offense
<Alex> ::busy watching Elektra, not even knowing who she is:: I don't feel sick anymore, but I still feel like turning your little bit.. friend into a roasted chicken
<Sydney> Mad as hell.
<Scott> Alex. ::looks over at him:: You have to understand where he's coming from. You embarassed us over there. Those things don't just reflect on you, they reflect on all of us
<Elektra> ::breathes in and out, smile creeps over her face::
<Rusty> ::nods:: But... what exactly are you mad about? ::looks down at the gym floor again:: are you mad at him, or mad about getting mad at him?
<Rogue> ::looks at Angel again, expression somewhat troubled::
ACTION> ELEKTRA SENSES SOMEONE APPROACHING. PART OF THE CROWD SEES HER APPROACH AS WELL AND START CLAPPING
<Elektra> She’s here. ::stands::
<Alex> ::turns his head slowly and methodically, to eye Scott, then slowly turns to look back at Elektra:: The Professor says I have some issues to work through, but otherwise I'm fine.. ::shakes his head:: we just needed a breather.. we're not used to this like you are.. what are we doing this all for?
<Scott> We're doing this for us and those like us.
<Angel> I don't like Sydney. I've never tried to hide that--even if I am skilled at hiding it. And Alex-- ::stops when the applause starts::
<Scott> Let me know if you guys need a breather, it's much easier on me than you acting like you're going to throw up and-- huh?
<Announcer> Well it would seem that Miss Braddock decided to finally show up, fashionably late of course. We shall continue on with the finals in a few moments.
<Alex> ::follows everyone's gaze:: We haven't done shit but train, since I've moved in..
<Rogue> ::puzzled glance:: Why don't you like her? She seems nice... Ah don't think Ah've ever seen her get mad be-- ::ignores the clapping, but stops at the announcer's words:: ...Did he just say..
<Scott> ..::furrows his brow:: ..She's here.. but? ::confused look on his face::
<Scott> ::looks back at Alex..:: 
<Rusty> ::listens for a reply, but watches the gym floor upon hearing the announcer:: ((this is very odd..))
<Angel> Hmm. ::pensive look, activates his com knowing in the crowd is too focused on the ladies to notice him:: Scott, you think this could be some sort of ruse to lure us into a trap? 
<Sydney> He first accused us of stealing the man’s stuff then he accused us of going off to have sex. I have never broken any rules or laws in this house, well I painted in the library once. I only had one body friend and we never really kissed, kiss. ::She trails off.:: Then the look he gave me.... he turned to Alex saying he was better than ‘this’. I presume I was ‘this’. 
<Scott> +com+ I have no idea...
<Scott> +com+ It's possible.. Be ready for anything, guys.
<Rusty> I see.. well, screw his opinion... ::sits up:: just ignore him, he doesn't seem like a very nice person anyway. ::pauses:: painted the library?
<Sydney> I paint. 
<Scott> ::looks over to Alex:: I'm sorry.. I'll try to give you guys some more time to yourselves.. But you have to understand that I'm doing this so that you guys don't get yourselves killed.
<Rogue> ::scrunches down in her seat slightly:: ...
<Announcer> And the moment we have all been waiting for. Over the past week, hundreds of people have gathered her in Molina Gymnasium, trying to prove that they are the best. We have come down to two, very determined young women. Elektra Natchios and Elizabeth Braddock are both looking to win their first major tournament, Let’s wish them both a good match.
<Alex> ::eyes Scott:: We're not going to kill ourselves if you're not there to properly show us how to go to the bathroom then watch over us when we do it.
<Rusty> I'd like to see some of your paintings, when we get back.. if thats ok? ::gazes around the crowd::
<Scott> ::claps, looks at him, deadpan:: ...You take a piss in front of 25 foot tall robots?
<Rogue> ..Maybe the girl just snuck away for a break before the tournament? ::looks at Angel and shrugs slightly::
<Alex> ::looks at Braddock to see what the big fuss was about, anyways::
ACTION> THE TWO COMPETITORS MEET AND SHAKE HANDS.. BEFORE MOVING TOWARDS THE AREA WHERE THEIR MATCH IS GOING TO BEGIN
<Elizabeth> ::looks to the judges on the sidelines, bows to them::
<Elektra> ::turns and bows to the judges too.. shoots a glance at Betsy again::
<Angel> ::mutters absently:: A quick fuck in the master bedroom maybe? 
<Rogue> ::blinks rapidly, darting a look at Angel, utterly confused:: ..Wha?
<Elizabeth> ::bows to Elektra, nods to her, stoicly::
<Elektra> ::bows to Betsy, looks at her for a minute, furrows her brow:: ((There is something..))
<Lead Judge> If the two competitors would please take their positions.
ACTION> ELEKTRA AND ELIZABETH GET INTO POSITION, BOW TO EACH OTHER AGAIN AND GET INTO READY POSITIONS… AN OFFICIAL TELLS THEM TO BEGIN.
<Angel> Oh, I was just thinking aloud. 
<Rusty> ((That Elektra girl is hot... I guess the Braddock girl isn't bad either...)) do you ever paint the ocean?
<Rogue> ::expression gets even more confused:: ...
<Elizabeth> ::narrows her eyes as she throws a medium punch at Elektra, and quickly begins to move, throwing attack after attack… backs off suddenly, smiles at her::
<Elektra> ::block, parry, parry, tries to dodge attacks, getting hit:: ((Uh, I didn’t think she was this..)) ::looks a little baffled:: ((She’s backing off?))
<Angel> ... You said, "maybe the girl just snuck away for a break." That's what I said to Alex and Sydney, before--part of what I said before. 
Head Judge> ::looks to the others a bit confused, scratches his head::
<Scott> ::looks over to Alex, smirks:: You like what you see I take it?
<Rogue> ::looks back toward the fight as it starts:: ... ::impressed look:: ((Wow.. they're fast..)) ::looks back to Angel, frowning again:: But why'd you say that? Ah thought she was helping Alex cuz he was sick....
<Angel> ::watching the match absently, mind somewhere else:: Something's... wrong. 
<Elizabeth> ::smiles at Elektra, quickly goes gravefaced::
ACTION> THE TWO START TO CIRCLE EACH OTHER FOR A MINUTE, EYEING EACH OTHER UP.
<Alex> ::shifts in his seat:: ..something's not right..
<Sydney> Sometimes, if I feel really sad.
<Scott> huh. ::looks back to the two::
<Rusty> ::watches the fight below:: what do you paint when you're mad?
<Rogue> ...So how do they tell who wins? They gotta knock each other out or somethin'?
ACTION> ELIZABETH AND ELEKTRA START TO GO AT IT AGAIN. THE FIGHT GOES BACK AND FORTH FOR A LITTLE BIT, BEFORE ELEKTRA STARTS TO TAKE OVER. A BUZZER SOUNDS FOR THEM TO STOP, BUT BOTH WOMEN CONTINUE.
ACTION> THE CROWD SEEMS TO BE CONFUSED AS WELL, THEY START TO BUZZ AS WELL... TALKING ABOUT THE MATCH
<Angel> +com+ Scott, what do you want to do? 
<Rogue> ::watches the match, puzzled, not having seen a normal one to compare it with::
<Scott> ::stands up, moves a little closer down to the floor:: +com+ We can't make too big of a scene right now, so just hold off until I tell you..
<Alex> Tell him to sit still, this isn't our deal.. ::under his breath:: ..the case isn't our deal, either.. unless one turns green and tries to take over the gym..
<Elizabeth> ::aims a kick at Elektra’s gut, connecting::
<Elektra> uff! ::doubles over:: 
<Rogue> ::winces sympathetically, watching::
<Sydney> I haven't painted while mad... in a long time.
<Elizabeth> ::kicks at Elektra while she’s down, continues to wail on her, stops for a second:: Got a better idea..
<Angel> +com+ Scott, she's killing her!
<Elizabeth> ::walks over to the sideline, opens her bag and pulls out two sais, walks back to Elektra:: Your weapon weapon of choice, right Elektra?
<Rogue> ... ::wide-eyes at the fight:: ((That doesn't look right...)) ::half-stands to see better::
<Rusty> it sounds like it might be relaxing ::raises an eyebrow:: this fight doesn't feel right
<Scott> +com+ Let's go. ::starts to make his way onto the floor::
<Alex> ::stands and makes his way to the fight::
<Elizabeth> ::walks to Elektra and puts the sai to her chin, brings her head up gently with it, as she pulls hard on her hair:: Trained by the ever elusive Stick? I thought he was one of the best. You are just as pathetic as he is.
ACTION> SECURITY (AND WHOEVER ELSE) TRIES TO INTERFERE BUT ELIZABETH LET'S GO OF ELEKTRA'S HAIR, THROWS HER HAND UP AND THEY ARE STOPPED IN THEIR TRACKS
<Elektra> Really? ::takes that minimal distraction and quickly trips Elizabeth and runs over to her sideline area and grabs her sais, twirls them in the air and slowly moves towards Elizabeth:: Would you like to see just how pathetic I am? ::clenches her jaw::
<Rusty> ::stands up:: don't worry Sydney, I think you're alright ::makes his way downwards towards the others:: ((this is insane! but, kinda cool...))
<Angel> ::being near the top, goes up, to the bathroom to change into some more conspicuous not being nearly as eager as the other apparently are to make a scene unmasked::
ACTION> THOSE MEMBERS OF SECURITY NOT BEING STUCK, START USHERING PEOPLE OUT
<Rogue> ::watches Angel go:: ... ::makes for the steps down, edging past a few clusters of people, trying to avoid any security guards::
<Scott> ((Telepath...)) ::tries to fight the telepathic "freeze":: 
<Elizabeth> I thought you would never ask. ::picks up her speed and slows back down as she meets Elektra, stabs at Elektra:: 
<Sydney> ::Stands up, eyes slightly narrowing at Elizabeth.:: ((I wonder...))
ACTION> THE TWO START ENGAGING IN WHAT CAN ONLY BE DESCRIBED AS POETRY IN MOTION. DESPITE THE DEADLINESS OF THEIR “DANCE,” THEY MOVE SO GRACEFULLY. THEY PARRY, BLOCK, STAB, SLICE AT EACH OTHER, SWEAT BEGINNING TO TRICKLE DOWN THEIR BODIES.
<Rogue> ::once on the floor, shoves past a few people that don't seem to be moving:: Scott? ::puzzled look at him, gaze darting towards the fighting girls::
<Alex> ::reaches into pocket and slips on his mask, hurrying to the fight:: ((..it's just about the same outfit, anyways..))
<Elektra> ::blocks one of Elizabeth's slashes, twirls around and elbows her in the face, grins::
<Rusty> ::stands up on the last row of bleachers, watching the fight:: ((What's wrong with Scott?))
ACTION> AS ELIZABETH IS KNOCKED IN THE FACE, ALL SECURITY GUARDS AND SCOTT ARE RELEASED FROM THE TELEPATHIC HOLD
<Elizabeth> ::stumbles back, as she starts to parry blows by the now attacking Elektra, hisses:: bitch!
<Angel> ::dramatically kicks open the bathroom door, in uniform once again, looks back and forth at the swarming crowd likely panicking now then down to the battlefield:: ((Why are the hot ones always homicidal?)) ::leaps onto a guardrail and then flies down to the arena floor:: 
<Scott> ::having been fighting so hard, falls to the floor::
<Rogue> ::starting to reach for his elbow, pulls her hand back quickly:: What's wrong?!
<Scott> She put a mind whammy on me. ::tries to pick himself up, switching his glasses for his visor::
<Rogue> ::stares at the fighting pair:: Why are they trying to kill each other?
<Rusty> ((I feel so useless.. I'm only good if they want me to hug someone and fry them...)) ::stares at Elektra:: 
<Angel> ::lands nearby to rogue:: I don't know, but they look damn good doing it.
<Scott> ..No clue. ::starts moving closer to the action:: 
<Scott> <Elektra> AHHH!!!! ::sends a powerful blow at Elizabeth::
<Rogue> We have to stop them, right? ::moves closer as well, although she looks nervous, and starts looking around for something to hold as a weapon::
<Elizabeth> ::quickly knocks the sai out of Elektra's hand, before it impales her.::

ACTION> THE SAI GOES FLYING TOWARDS THE GROUP APPROACHING THEM (SCOTT, ROGUE, ALEX, ANGEL)
<Scott> Down! ::tries to move and blast the sai away::
<Rusty> ::tries to stop from drooling:: oh.. um.. ::looks around to see no one:: ((whew)) 
<Rogue> ::startled blink, freezes::
ACTION> THE GIRLS ARE PUMPED UP ON ADRENALINE, AND ARE FIGHTING THE UNSEEN GHOSTS, THEY ARE SLOWED, BUT NOT STOPPED
<Alex> ..::moves to tackle Rogue out of the way without thinking::
ACTION> THE SAI MANAGES TO CATCH ROGUE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF HER CHEST, WHILE ALEX TACKLES HER DOWN
<Rusty> ((I can't just stand here...)) ::goes over to help usher out the remaining people and any security guards who wet themselves::
<Angel> ::flies up, moving into a position over braddock's head::
<Scott> Fuckfuckfuckfuck Rogue! I can't believe I fucking missed.. ::moves over to check on her.. looks frantic::
<Elizabeth> ::sees an opening, stabs Elektra in the gut with a sai::
<Elektra> UGH! ::grabs her side and falls to the ground::
<Alex> ::eyes Scott:: GOAFTERHERYOUDUMBASS,ICAN'TATTACKTHEM,YOUCAN!
<Rogue> ::startled look, flounders away from Alex and pushes herself to a sitting position:: ..
<Rusty> oh my god... ::pushes his way into the lobby:: medic! I need a medic!
<Sydney> ::Squeezes her eyes, putting all the focus on keeping Elizabeth from moving.::
<Elizabeth> ::gets really close to Elektra and whispers into her ear:: Say goodbye to Stick for us. ::moves in for the killing blow::
<Elektra> ::closes her eyes and concentrates.. opens up a mindlink with Elizabeth::
<Angel> ::tries to drop down onto braddock's shoulders and wring his legs round under her arms::
<Scott> ::turns his head back to the two.. jaw clenched.. hand on visor::
<Elizabeth> ::stops, feeling the mindlink opened:: ..wha? 
<Elektra> ::coughs, still holding her side and manages a grin.. projects the pain she’s feeling (and then some) into Elizabeth’s head:: 
ACTION> ELIZABETH CLUTCHES HER SIDE IN PAIN AS ANGEL WRING HIS LEGS AROUND HER
<Alex> ::gets up off of Rogue:: ..sorry..
<Rogue> ::..gingerly takes the handle of the sai and shakes the tip free of her sweatshirt:: ... ::looks at Alex blankly::
<Elektra> ::gasps.. looks about ready to pass out.. opens her eyes for a second before closing them again:: UNNHH! ::focuses on Betsy's mind::
<Angel> ::beats his wings powerfully, trying to lift braddock into the air while holding her with his legs::
ACTION> ELIZABETH SLUMPS IN WARREN'S LEG LOCK.. SHE SLIDES OUT, AND TO THE FLOOR
<Angel> ::couldn't have been that high, so doesn't worry about it, as he looks down at braddock:: Uh, most people--hold on. ((Dr. Braddock would kill me if I broke his daughter.))
<Scott> ::puts his hand down.. looks towards elektra:: ((Two of them..?)) ::worried look towards Rogue.. raises an eyebrow as she pulls out the sai:: ..what in the?
<ending soon...>>
<Rogue> ::absently touches at the point of impact with her free hand:: ((Ah'm... not even bleeding..))
<Rusty> ::tries to find the medics:: ((they must have all run away.. what is this?!)) ::runs back inside the gym::
<Alex> ::lets his coat slip down over his hand, then offers it to her:: ..Are.. you all right?
<Elektra> ::passes out, after the strain of everything::
<Sydney> ::Sits coldly down on the bleacher.::
>>SIM END<<