Ira climbed in through the hole he'd made in the wall. He looked around and found himself in what appeared to be a supply cabinet, now with rubble on the floor near the hole. His metal feet clanked on the floor and he stood up and walked to the door and opened it, peeking out. He saw a long corridor stretching both ways, with other corridors branching off. The walls were spotted with doors placed at regular intervals down the corridors. After that quick check to see if anyone was there Ira slipped out the door and clanked as quietly as he could down to the right.
Some soldiers heard his footsteps and and headed for him, charging up a branching corridor towards him. Ira stopped when he heard their footsteps and waited for them. They turned the corner and aimed their guns at him and fired. Bullets ricocheted off his body and through the corridors, echoing throughout the building. Ira ran at them and they retreated hesitantly until he reached one and clobbered them. The clobbered one went crashing down like a tree, and the others turned and ran after realising that their bullets didn't do **** to this guy (Ira). Ira stood and watched them run away, and when they were out of sight he closed his eyes and concentrated. The dents and holes that the bullets had made in his metal body began to close up and seal.
When his body was repaired he opened his eyes and hastely moved off down a different corridor. Ira stopped at each door he went past to peer inside. In most he saw small rooms with figures sitting in a corner, or leaning against a wall, or in some cases just lying face down on the floor. After finding many of these "holding cells" Ira came across a room with surgical equipment and a vat of molten metal of some kind. He tried the door and found it to be locked, so he kicked it in and entered.

((ooc; Ty for modding my char Setsuna! I am back now though and can take over from here.))

Tristan could feel that Raphael's weight was unnatural and wondered what could be. They needed to set him against the wall every now and then because of it. While Setsuna and Tristan were in good shape, neither was nearly strong enough to lift Raphael and their own and together it wasn't much easier. 'Next time we stop to take a break I will see if I can't accelerate his healing. I don't see any glaringly obvious wounds on him so he must have some healing factor himself,' Tristan thought to himself as he noticed that the power to the facility was on the fritz, disengaging the Electric Walls and causing the lights to dim every now and then.

As he pushed away from the wall, Tristan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach and chest and rolled with the impacts of what he thought were bullets as he hit the floor. He heard Setsuna call out to him asking if he was okay. "Yea...you?" Tristan answered as he pulled the darts out of him and concentrated on the wounds they left. Tristan Heard Setsuna answer that she was all right but that Raphael was out cold. 'Damn, we could actually use this guy about right now. That or that Daria chick, she mentioned something about being able to teleport.' A moment later a commanding voiced boomed down the hallway loud enough for them to hear, "I TOLD YOU IDIOTS THAT THE DARTS DON'T WORK. USE FULL FORCE!!" After that Tristan heard the sounds of guns being loaded, and so he reached for his own as he began to think about what they could do to get out of this situation.

"Aight," Tristan said quietly as he laid his guns down next to Raphael. "I am going to try and accelerate this guys healing. He seems to possess a small healing factor owing to the fact that I see no wounds on him, not even the hole from the dart you just pulled out. Healing him however doesn't guarantee that it will pull him back to consciousness. His body has probably had about enough pain for one lifetime and is using the unconsciousness as a way to evade, and let him heal from, that pain. If he doesn't wake up we will be in quite a pickle. My suggestion if Raphael comes to is that we get him and you out of here. I will distract to give you some time to accomplish that. My suggestion if he doesn't is that we find a safe room for him, a closet or an empty room, and put him in there. After that we find Daria asap and get her back here so that she can teleport him out. Sound good?"

Tristan finally finished speaking and pushed up the sleeves of his jacket. As he waited for Setsuna to answer he checked Raphael's pulse, noticing that while it was slow it was still beating strongly. 'Bugger at least has a strong will to live, just wish he was freaking awake, Tristan thought to himself as he held his hands over Raphael's chest. His hands began to glow gold as the healing power began to work. All the minor tissue tears and surface abrasion were healed and Tristan could sense Raphael's body becoming whole once again. Tristan lowered his hand and checked Raphael's pulse again. It was unchanged however, meaning that while when Raphael woke up he would feel a lot better, it didn't seem like it would be any time soon. "No dice. His body is healed now but he is still unconscious. Guess what ever they put him through must have literally been a living hell. So what now?" Tristan asked as he grabed his guns and moved to the corner near the hallway where the men were. He could still hear them loading their guns and so risked a chance to peak around the corner. There were several of them, too many to try and get an accurate count as they weer milling about and checking and rechecking weapons in the small hallway anyways. Tristan pulled his head back around the corner and looked at Setsuna wondering what she was thinking and trying to figure out the next best move.

Desiree cocked an eyebrow at the strange girl and growled but Riruki made sure she didn't go after her.

She nodded at Skoliro.

"We're X-men, so we have to go check for the other captives and help free them."

"DOn't worry tho, darling." Desiree grinned. "If you need help there's a teleporting kitty near by who can get you to an emergency van."

Indeed Daria was close by, within ear shot and Desiree smelled her but did nothing. The two girls disappeared down the hall.

Skoliro nodded back.

I should be OK.

He glanced at the body, it had lost its appeal, the color from the face had drained. Looking around he noticed how many wounded there were. He would be able to find some easy prey for now, but later maybe he would go out to hunt some one stronger.Bowing he requested.

Now, M'ladys, if you would excuse me.

Turning he left the cage, and located the easiest prey. There was a man on the ground, obviously just about died. He took advantage of this and pounced on him, pinning him to the ground. That was pointless though; as soon as he landed the man died of shock.

Oh dear, I was hoping it would be harder then that.

He shrugged and swung his head down, pushing his long fangs into the mans throat. Draining him almost dry he drank for quite awhile. Then he with-drew his fangs and looked up. Noticing then that he was right in front of his cage, the mutants could have been watching. He didn't like when others saw him feed, they usually avoided him from there-on-out.Standing he glanced at them then looked at his feet, realizing that there was blood on his lips. He wiped his mouth, hoping they hadn't noticed.

Ira clumped into the room and took a quick glance around at the equipment inside. After taking into account what was here he came to the conclusion that someone had had their body and or bones laced with whatever this metal was. He'd come to this conclusion because he'd heard about this sort of thing being done before. If that was what had happened then this metal had to be the fabled adamantium.
He walked over to the heated vat and stared in at its contents, his metallic face lit up with the glow coming out of the vat.

Atticus stood into the lift laughing to himself at the jaz music playing in the lift. As it came to a stop he stepped out and was opposite a room which had had its door kicked down looking at the back of the metal man it bmust have been the mutant from earlier

"Hey you over here" kaine said "We need to free some more prisoners dont stand about follow me"

Kaine had seen him. How annoying.
"Yea i know, I'll get to it in a minute, just leave me to this for a bit."

Ira picked the door up and shut it, fixing it. Then he looked about the vat of adamantium and located its power source and unplugged it. The glow began to fade as it cooled down.
Once it had become completely solid again, Ira placed his metal hands on it and concentrated hard, initiating his power. The 'indestructable' adamantium responded to his effort and began to ooze up his arms and slowly across his entire metal body, except for his feet at this stage. As the adamantium became part of his body, the old metal oozed out from his feet. This process was a swap from his old body into a new adamantium body.
It took about a minute and a half, and when he was done, the adamantium vat was about half empty, and the floor was coated in a layer of metal.
His body hardened and the metal stopped oozing around. He flexed his arms and legs and torso, testing it out. It still worked perfectly, but he felt a lot more powerful.

Eleki was siting in her cell when she began to hear footsteps, they weren't the usual guard footsteps, and they weren't those of the people who checked up on her from time to time. Her powers were weak, but she could just sense people passing by, people opening cells around her. "Hello?" she called out, uncertain as to whether these beings were friend or foe.

Ira broke the door down again for no particular reason and exited the room that he'd found the adamantium in. He walked down the corridor past the cells but stopped when he heard a small voice from one. He doubled back to the cell he'd heard it from and peered in through the small window in the door. He saw a small figure sitting inside looking up at him.

He smiled and slapped the door in a downward motion, completely wrecking it with one blow. The door crumpled and split onto the floor. He smiled at the female then walked off.

Raphael thumped to the ground producing metallic clanks as each individual portion of his body met solid ground. He remained unconscious though. He was tired, and sore, and still injured. And his body knew this, and it also knew that he healed faster while in a state of rest, even if it were involuntary.

It was this that Raphael had wanted to avoid. He wanted to remain conscious, especially since he had just been released… and knew that his nearly 250 pound body would be quite the burden for Kilala and Tristan. His body, however, would just not cooperate, and forced him to lapse into unconsciousness as Kilala and Tristan carried him from the lab he had spent the past several days in.

It was a lucky boon that Tristan helped his own advanced healing along. He began to come to, coughing and catching only the last couple words from Tristan. He opened his eyes and let his head roll from side to side and take in that he was no longer in the lab. “It depends…” He muttered his response to Tristan.

The first thing he noticed, outside of the change in his surroundings, was his body no longer ached. He still felt heavy, and tired. But at least he no longer ached from head to toe, which was an improvement. He still felt fatigued though, but he could handle that. He forced himself up slowly, waving off a helping hand. It was something he needed to do himself, even if it left him slightly out of breath.

“What’s our situation?” He asked breathlessly. He did not expect a positive answer, given that they were huddled in a hallway with footsteps approaching. He forced himself from a sitting position to a crouch. He knew at least part of what they had done to him… and trusted that the silvery metal substance he had witnessed them bonding to his skeleton, and the plates they had put in were at minimal bullet resistant. In truth, he had become next to impervious to bullets, at least when it would come to fatalities.

“If those are soldiers coming… Get behind me T.K.…” at least he thought that was how Kilala had introduced the man who was with them. “I’m… The doc working on me mentioned some kind of military program… I’m sure what they bonded to me….” He stopped a moment to catch his breath. The fatigue and extra weight of his body would take time to get used to. “I’m sure whatever they stuck in me is at least partly bullet proof… and besides…. My natural healing combined with whatever helped me along more… I’ll provide cover… I trust you can use that proficiently?” He pointed at the gun.

Kaine jogged along the corridor checking the windows of the doors checking for any captured mutants finding none he ran round the corner and striate into a group of soldiers. Kaine hit the ground with a FUD trying to Scrabble back up to his feet.

The other soldiers reached for there M4 that were dangling around there necks. Kaine managed to get to his feet and began to run but not before he had been hit. A surge of pain ran from his shoulder throughout his body.Blood splattered onto the ground the pain made Kaine fall to his knees helpless Kaine shouted "Help me please" in a sob of despair as the 4 guards surrounded him.

Each guard pointed a gun at Kaine's head. Then it happened Kaine's eyes went completely black and the shadows spread down the rest of his body then through his body and down the corridor until every thing was black except the other guards. Kaine rose from the ground his face changing to hatred.
The guards looked terrified as they looked at Kaine. One guard shouted "fire"and four bullets came at Kaine from different angles

Kaine's voice sounded strange almost as if he was posed "Your in my realm now and here I make the rules" A pair of black wings spread from Kaine's back they were translucent and made of shadow.

A guard stuttered out "wh-wh-who are you y-y-y-your not the same person we just shoot"

"I am the one who lies within and from beneath you it devours" And with those words the ground came up and swallowed the four guards.

Kaine's wings disappeared and the corridor returned to its normal color Kaine fell out of the air and landed on his face unconscious in the corridor the wound on his shoulder leaking blood onto the floor

Ira walked calmly down the corridor, whistling happy to himself. This new adamantium body was incredible, he felt worlds more powerful. The screams echoed through this floor of the building followed by the clatter of guns falling to the floor. Ira smiled at the sounds of terror.
Now that he had what he'd come for, it was time him to go. He stopped suddenly, considering something. Ahead of him in this corridor were many, many doors, and he assumed that almost all of them opened into cells which had occupants. He removed a piece of his metal body from his arm and reshaped it into a coin.
"Heads I bust some of them out, tails they get stuffed"
He flipped the coin. It spun up through the air, then tumbled down, slowly. He watched it as it fell -

heads,
tails,
heads,
tails,
heads,
tails...

Ding... the coin bounced up from the ground, then came down again and spun around when it hit the floor. When it came to a stop, Ira bent down to look carefully at it.
It was heads. He scooped it up and slapped it on his arm where it melted into place.


Ira started whistling again and began to zig zag through the corridor, smashing down the doors on both sides of the room, which fell to the floor in the cell with a crash that startled the occupants. The ones who were awake and drugfree enough to get up poked their heads out of the cracked doorways to see what was going on. Ira lunged from one side of the corridor to the other, filling the air with the sound of metal crashing into metal and wood and lino. In his mind Ira laughed maniacally with the joy of knowing that these fresh escapees were completely susceptible to the soldiers' tranquilizers - and bullets. With growing glee he imagined the piles of bodies, both dead and unconcious, that would likely result from this.
He reached the last door in the corridor and smashed it down with extra gusto. The door was torn from its hinges and hit the ground so hard it bounced twice. There was a small, young man cowering quietly in the corner, and it got Ira's attention. He did not know why, but he walked over to the young man and gently picked him up, holding him under one of his big metal arms.
Then Ira walked out of the cell, and down the corridor. He headed straight for the wall at the end. The young man, around his teenage years, lay quietly in his grasp and waited patiently as Ira raised his other arm and punched straight into the wall. With his fist still inside it he twisted and ripped a large hole out. It wasn't quite big enough so he lashed out at it with his foot, stomping and kicking it wider. On the other side of the hole was another wall. In between the walls were pipes. Ira raised a forearm in front of him and walked sideways through that next layer, rubble falling behind him. He stumbled out onto the grass outside, and set the young man down.



The young man looked to be about fifteen, with short scruffy hair. He was roughly 4 foot 3, dressed in grey shorts and t-shirt. His skin was a pale white and shone curiously in the light of the moon and flashes of the gunfire in front of the adjacent side of the facility building.
Ira stared at him and wondered why on earth he'd helped this boy.
"Take me away from here, into the city" said the strange boy. Without stopping to consider this, Ira obediantly picked him up and walked off the facility property and into the city, his adamantium body glistening in the same combination of dim light, that the boy's face had shone in. Soon he had put the sounds of battle far behind them, and Ira looked up to find himself in front of an abondoned building, with the boy in his arms.

Daria, too was searching the basement floors for anyone who was left behind.

Soon, her fatigue and pain in her arm caused spots to form in her eyes and she had to teleport back to the Emergency vehicle.

The doc smirked when she appeared and sat on a cot. Her arm extended she looked at him expectantly.

"IS everyone out?" he asked as he healed her arm.

"Almost everyone. I"ll go back soon. I need to rest."

"I could have told you that." the doc laughed. Daria watched her wound close up and laid down on a cot. Soon Linda entered, limping and a bit bruised. She sat down on the edge of the cot where Daria was lying. Riruki and Desiree entered after her.


"Hey, Kid. How's the arm holding up?"

"Just got it fixed." Daria said irritably, obviously in need of a cat nap.

Linda grinned. "I haven't had this much fun in a long time."

Daria rolled onto her back.
"I bet. Well, while you're here, how about you explain this whole relationship to Fusionist?" she asked, her eyes boring into the woman. Linda nervously looked from Emerald to Daria.

((tag emmy))

"No dice. His body is healed now but he is still unconscious. Guess what ever they put him through must have literally been a living hell. So what now?" Tristan asked Kilala as she took her katana out and heard the soldiers coming closer.

"Well, we can't leave him alone somewhere. It's too risky," Kilala whispered. "Maybe...maybe I can use my forcefield and..." but she couldn't think of anything logical.

Suddenly, Raphael spoke and nearly gave her a heart attack. The healing must have helped. When he was filled in of their impending confrontation, Raphael suggested using his body as a shield.

"NO WAY!" Kilala protested. "We can't rely on the experiments. What if you get hurt? And T.K.'s gun isn't going to hold off their firepower."

Tristan was a bit startled when Raphael came to so suddenly. He had assumed that whatever was holding Raphael's mind in unconsciousness would take longer than a few moments to come back from. He had obviously underestimated Raphael's own advanced healing. When Raphael mention using his body as a shield Tristan was about to answer that he would advise against it when Setsuna beat him to it. "While I do not doubt that your body has been changed to be able to absorb, even deflect, the bullets, I would advise against such an action. And as for being proficient with the use of my pistols, well lets just say that a I can shoot a quarter sized hole in a target at a hundred yards," Tristan said as he checked his own weapons and then looked back at Raphael and Setsuna.

"Let me at this point suggest that I provide a distraction. Since you are now awake Raphael, Setsuna could help you walk out of here and find Daria. When you do find her and you get outta here tell her that I will be making my way back to where she teleported us in. I can find my way back there easy enough. Well, if anyone had a better idea I am all ears for it. I don't think we are going to get much longer to discuss this." As Tristan finished speaking the sound of boots tramping down the hallway could be heard. Tristan glanced around the corner and sure enough, the soldiers that had been at the end of the hallway were now making there way down it, searching for Setsuna, Raphael, and himself.