All rescue vehicles have arrived on the mansion grounds where dozens of white tents have been pitched for medical aid to all. The Doc Prof will be taking care of the SEVERELY injured while others will be taken care of by the small medical team of the mansion and other healing mutants that came along on the rescue mission. The SEVERELY injured will have their own tents, while those with lesser injuries will share a tent with one other.

Now is the time to meet up when you can meet up with those you've lost due to the kidnappings.

Tricity came outside on the grounds when she heard the helicopter blades coming in the distance. She quickly radioed Johnathon who was staying up extra late to help with the medical operation when the team and escapees came back. "John, they're here. Quickly...open the gates for the trucks."

"Right-o, Miss Tipper," he replied. Tricity hooked her radio back on her hip and ordered everyone to take their positions. This included some of the older teenagers keeping watch of the sleeping children and the medical team, along with the Doc Prof, making their way out on the grounds where all the white tents had been set up for arriving party.

Tricity immediately began directing people where to go. She showed them to stretchers and wheelchairs to bring the injured to an empty tent. There were a lot of people...she hoped they had enough room for them all.

((Wow my first post since I have been out of 'Chicago' lets see how I do shall we?))

Despite the Doc Prof's wishes Emerald managed to hobble away from him long enough to avoid being taken to the medical tents. Quite frankly Emerald didn't wish to be examined by the Medical team, or anyone who was a doctor.

Old habits die hard.

Emerald tried to hold her body as erect as possible without showing much pain on her face, but it wasn't working to well. Her left ribcage had many broken bones, none punctured any organs however. Her back was also brutally burned from the electrical shock, but she hid it well with her lucky denim jacket.

But none the less she should be in one of the hospital beds getting treated for it, but she wasn't. She was to worried about everyone else.

The wolf girl followed after the stretcher that held her baby sister which was soon followed by the one that held Jamal. She stayed downwind as so not to be detected by a mutant of any kind.

Emerald watched through a small flap in the tent as her sister slowly came to only to be surrounded by doctors. She heard the fox girl's whimper of horror and was about to go in there and reassure her baby sister when Jamal beat her to it.

She watched as the boy intertwined his fingers with Ruby's as they began to put ointment on the circular wounds on Ruby's back from the wires and tubes. She looked at the couple with satisfied eyes before walking under the 'nut tree' why was it called the nut tree some might ask.

Well the answer is quite simple, it is the tree that always throws a nut at passers by, hence its name the nut tree. Or as Emerald liked to call it 'the damn rodent with attitude tree.'

Anyways, Emerald sat under the tree for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts for a moment. She had no recollection of how many scientists she killed but she knew it was allot though her mind didn't remember it she could smell dozens of different blood scents on her hands. The wolf girl recalled a conversation she had with DocProff when she had came to for the 3rd time in the van.

"Hey Doc...why am I on the floor?" Emerald asked, getting up from the van floor. She looked at her knuckles and they seemed to be slightly torn. It was indeed strange considering the last the she remembered was falling asleep.

The doc Prof looked at Emerald as if he had seen a ghost. "Oh My Emerald!" He exclaimed, looking at her knuckles. "Where have you been?"

Emerald looked at the Doc as if he was nuts. "I have been asleep this entire time, where else could I have been?" Emerald asked curiously.

The doc looked Emerald up and down, checking for any new wounds. "Don't you remember? You suddenly woke up and got out of the van and when Linda and I tried to stop you. It was like as soon as you got out of the van you disappeared." Doc explained, checking Emerald for fever.

Emerald used the door of the van to sit up and drag herself to the medical stretcher. "I don't remember any of it, I remember falling asleep and waking up." Emerald replied, with a growl as the van started to move.

DocProff looked at the wolf girl, concerned. "We may have to run some cerebral analysis on you to try to find out where you went and exactly what you did"

The wolf girl shook her head back and forth furiously, not even realized that an hour had passed with her in her trance like state. She had not yet been found by any medical workers and was ecstatic because of it.

Emerald groaned as she got up from her spot and walked across the lawn, over to the intensive care tent. She had a feeling Mike and Dar would end up there so she figured it would be best to go there.

She sat in the 'visitors chair' in the corner, trying her best to look like she was perfectly fine, despite her constant winces of pain and the fact she was biting her lip. She refused to allow any doctor to see her, no way, no how. She waited for her friends to be wheeled in, hoping they would be alright after the 'evil' doctors looked at them.

Meanwhile outside, Doc Prof ran up to Tricity and began informing her off all the injured. But he also inform her of "Mike is in a coma, Daria is hurt badly, Emerald is to but no one has been able to track her not even little Ruby has caught scent of her."

Doc said with a sigh. "Between a teleporting cat woman and a Water controlling wolf girl who both hate doctors my life becomes very interesting when they get injured." The doc chuckled lightheartedly at his own joke to lighten the morbid mood.

((So How was that as a post for the first time in a while?))

Orion's large frame stumbled towards the masion gates. He was exhausted and nearly out of his mind. When the Xmen had freed all of the other mutants they hadnt realized that Orion was being kept far under ground in a high tech prison. The riots from all that was happening up above had pulled a few of the guards away from his cell. Most remained but it was enough. Orion used this time to overthrow the control they had on his mind and then he battled his way out of the prison they had made for him. A huge gash across his back had drained him of much blood during his trip to the mansion. His face was horrible. Caked blood everywhere, gouges and bullet wounds riddled his body. Now he stood at the gate shaking and bleeding all over the green grass. His energy had left him now. He collapsed onto his knees, then passed out. His face hitting the hard ground so much so that his cheek bone dug up some of the bloodstained grass.

((looks fine Emmy))
Raphael arrived in the last of the vans to the mansion. He had ‘slept’ most of the way, only coming to only minutes before they arrived to what most of the mutants called ‘home’. He forced himself up to a sitting position looking at those around him. He recognized some of the, Skoliro, Tristan, Setsuna, Kaine, and a couple other mutants he did not know all closely packed into the back of the van. He did not know who drove the van, nor did he entirely care. He was just glad to be out of the research facility.

He pulled himself out of the van as it came to a halt and thought he was imagining things as soon as he saw the front lawn entirely covered in white tents. He stood there stunned for a moment as one of the unnamed mutants was helped out of the back of the van and pushed passed him. Were there really this many hurt? His mind felt numb at the possibility. He had thought the Whitmore attack was bad, with two or three of the students hurt or vanished, but this incident had been much, much worse than that one.

He forced himself to move forward, sluggish and heavy footfalls carrying him towards the tents. He waved off anxious helpers, muttering that he was fine. He did not need help. Others were hurt more than him, others needed their help. He felt tired and certainly needed rest, but physically he was uninjured. The work his own fast healing had done combined with the healing Tristan had provided him meant he only had to sleep off the after effects of what essentially still felt like the worse beating he had ever taken. Though sleep and rest is something he could put off for a little longer.

He made his way between the tents, looking for familiar faces. He saw the occasional person he recognized, but by and large he walked past nameless mutants who had been snatched for experimentation, just the same as he, or had participated in the rescue operation. “Go back to the vans, I’m fine… there are injured at the vans, go help them.” He waved off those who wanted to help him.

He then spotted Tricity and DocProf standing off to the side, giving what Raphael assumed was a status report of all the injured in front of the mansion. He shambled his way over to them, if anyone could tell him what was going on, and how bad things were, it would be those two.

DocProf saw him coming and broke off his joke to Tricity and jabbed a finger at Raphael, suddenly serious once more. “You young man should be in one of those tents. I do not care that you have such an advanced healing that you should likely not need it, the exhaustion in your face tells me more than enough without having to determine your injuries.”

Raphael shook his head. “I’d be taking up space needed by someone who is hurt Doc.” He looked at Tricity, then back to DocProf. “And you can’t make me do it. Miss Tipper, what’s going on and how can I help?” He may have been exhausted, but he had had rest in the back of the van, and until he collapsed again, he was going to help others.

Tricity turned to Raphael and looked him over with concer, but read in his eyes that any objection to him helping would be futile. "Well, you can help me sort out people to different tents and..." but then a familiar figure caught her eye near the gates of the entrance on the grounds. "Oh, God."

She quickly grabbed Raphael's arm and tugged it to get him to follow as she jogged over to the gates, dodging between the dozens of people. The man on the ground was unmistakably him. "Ri??" Tricity turned him onto his back and saw the horrible condition he was in. "Orion?! DOC!! Doc, we need help!!" She yelled over the noise of the other mutants, but he was already making his way over to them. "Doc, it's Orion. He's..."

"Yes, yes," he said, pulling her backward and slowly kneeling his elderly frame on the grass to look the battered man over. "We need to move him to a tent." Tricity immediately attempted to do so, but the Doc took her arm and shook his head at her. There was no way she would be able to do that, especially in her condition. The DocProf called over a few of the teen boys to help out and then nodded to Raphael to also help move Orion to a tent for treatment. "Be careful. I don't know how bad he his."

Tricity's knees were shaking slightly and she was feeling a bit queazy like she would faint. This was the time when Mike would be at her side, teasing her about the dizzy spells she would have, ending with him carrying her to the infirmary. 'Mike...I haven't seen him...,' she thought, peering over the grounds for him. "MIKE!? CASSIEL??" She made sure to watch where the others had been taking Orion as she continued searching. "CASSIEL?!" There was no sign of him. "DARIA!! DARIA!!" 'Dammit, where the hell is everyone?'

Kilala picked her head up from exhaustion and saw the dim lights of the mansion coming into view as they winded the roads. The gates opened and she immediately noticed the dozens of tents lining the lawn. 'Their response here is amazing,' she thought as the van pulled to a stop. She pushed open the doors and put one of Kaine's arms over her shoulder, wrapping hers around his waist to pull him up. "Tristan, can you give me hand?"

"Of course," he replied, hopping down and taking Kaine's other side. The X-Men was still unconscious as they moved him over the grass. They passed by Tricity, the DocProf, and Raphael who were peering over someone's body that seemed to be in very bad shape. It looked like Orion, but...

Kilala pulled back one of the tent flaps and saw it was empty. "Alright, let's put him down." There was a stretcher/bed type of thing they laid Kaine on and made sure he was secure. She pushed open the tent again and called out to any of the medical staff who was flying back and forth between mutants. "We need help here!!" She called out, hoping someone would be available.

OOC- This is when Glare will start getting involved in the mansion happenings... things that are not directly related to the Splitting the Union Plot.

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Ezekiel White lay in his bed trying to get what little sleep he could. The past few days had been exhausting, as he had been trying to adapt to the new life at the school, and trying to prepare his notes for the class he would be teaching here soon. It was really an interesting atmosphere here.

Still, there was something about this place that wasn't normal. Zeke could tell that right away when had had seen the X-Chopper like vehicle down in the sublevel of the school. There was still more going on that he wasn't aware of, and he didn't really like being left in the dark.

Suddenly, lights appeared in the distance. They started dim at first, through the window shades, and then got brighter and brighter. Within a few moments he heard the whap-whap of helicopter blades, and he could hear them getting closer as well. Getting up from his bed, he peered out the window facing the rear of the complex. Definitely helicopters, and definitely here. They had stopped right outside his window, only a few hundred feet away, and were descending.

Hurredly moving to his closet, he dressed in his normal black silk garb and grabbed a few containers of water out of his dresser. He might need them just in case. Who knew if the choppers were friendly? He was never told anything around here...

Quickly he headed out of his room, down the hall and to the rear half of the mansion. Slipping out the back door, he saw scores of people bustling here and there, to and from the choppers, and to little tents that had recently been put up. Instantly, Glare realized that this was X-Men group of some kind, they had returned from something big, and people were hurt.

His eyes dashing around, he spotted a small group of mutants to his left, and caught a glimpse of Tricity and others surrounding a body of some sort. He saw Tricity fall back a little, and realized that she was a little faint, maybe from the baby. He ran up and held her shoulder, supporting her a little. "Are you all right Miss Tricity?"

Tricity turned around to see who had been talking to her. "Oh, Zeke. Hello...yes, yes, I'm fine. Just...tired. I'm looking for a couple of people. Would you mind helping me? It's very important," she explained, keeping her watch as people quickly moved around them. "I don't believe you've met them yet, but their names are Cassiel and Daria. Cassiel is male, Caucasian, blond, tall, and usually wears shades. Daria is African American, dark hair, and has a cat like appearance with ears and a tail to match. They're both X-Men, though Daria is probably the only one in uniform since Cassiel was also taken to the facility. Oh and Cassiel also goes by Mike." She felt her head spin once more from worry and stumbled backward a bit. "Oh, I'm sorry...," she apologized, feeling slightly embarassed. "Can't work like I used to."

OOC- I'm assuming Cassiel doesn't use these forums anymore as I haven't seen a post by him in some time. So how would I go about doing something with him... is he an NPC for now?

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Zeke smiled and held her firmly so she wouldn't fall. "Yes, I'm tried too, these last few days have been... exhausting. Certainly, I'll help you look for them. I haven't seen to many X-Men, but I know the uniform, I should be able to find this Daria fairly simply. Cassiel I'm not so sure about."

He peered around but couldn't see any of them immediately. He chuckled a bit, "When this is over, you have to tell me what the heck is going on here Tricity. Meanwhile, I'll go see if I can find your friends." As she stumbled backward, he supported her a little more. He found a nearby young mutant named James and asked him to help Tricity. The boy was young, maybe sixteen, but athletic and strong. He seemed pleasant enough, and he was happy to help Tricity out.

Stepping away from the group and heading into the chaos of rushing here and there, Zeke's eyes dashed to and fro, searching for anyone matching Tricity's descriptions of the X-Men. He pushed past a few healing mutants and then heard a voice call out from a tent a few yards away. It was a girl of Asian descent, and she seemed to need some help. Grabbing one of the healing mutants on the shoulder, he motioned in the girl's direction and sent him there to the girl's aid.

Hurrying onward, he turned past another tent and rounded a corner. There, coming out of a helicopter, was an African American woman in an X-Men suit. She fit Tricity's description perfectly. Walking up to her hastily, he smiled and spoke, "Miss Daria? My name is Ezekiel White, I go by Zeke. Tricity was looking for you and sent me to find you. I'm new here, but I'm on faculty. It's nice to meet you." He held out his hand to shake hers. "Are you in need of assistance? Hurt? I can get help if you are."

Raphael took to jogging after Tricity and came to a stop after her by the gates. He looked down at Orion and caught his breath, as the short jog in the heavier body had robbed him of it. He nodded at Tricity’s orders and blew out the deep breath he had drawn in. “Go get some rest Miss Tipper.”

He watched her go off, and then pointed at a group of youths near by. “You, you, and you; come ‘ere.” He jabbed a finger at three of them. “A’ight. You, get his shoulder. You, get his other shoulder. You get his right leg, I’ll get his left.” He pointed at the young men then the appropriate parts of Orion as he gave orders. “We’re gonna be carrying him right over there, where Doc went. Lift on three. Be gentle, he could very well be hurt deeper down than what he looks. One, two, three.”

He slid his hands underneath Orion’s thigh and lifted on his own count. He moved in unison with the other young men he had enlisted to help. Into the tent they moved Orion and as gently as possible they could. He watched the other young men file out to find other things to do. He looked over at DocProf. “What can I do to help?”

DocProf set to work on Orion, letting his hands glow gold for a moment over his newest patient, and when he was finished he looked up at Raphael. “You can go inside and go to bed and see me tomorrow.”

“I ain’t doing that,” Raphael said. “I’m not hurt… I’m fine, an’ I can still help.”

“Do not argue with me on this Raphael,” DocProf said with the sort of authority that comes with age and essentially parenting more children that one could ever imagine. “You may not be hurt, and we both know why, but you were hurt. Kept up, and pushed beyond even your limits I would wager, and now you have had a precious few minutes, or maybe an hour or two, of rest since being rescued from that god forsaken facility. I do not want yet another friend collapsing. You are tired, exhausted even. Pushed beyond the limit of what anyone should be pushed. Go get some rest, and see me tomorrow.”

Raphael opened his mouth, and let it work silently for several moments as he struggled to get a word out to deny the elderly man standing before him, and found he could not. He snapped his jaws closed with a click, then opened his mouth and drew a slow breath. “A’ight Doc… I’m going to check on Miss Tricity first though. Okay? She didn’t look too hot when she walked away.”

DocProf turned back Orion and began working on him as he answered Raphael. “She has been through a lot. And she went that way.” He gestured out of the tent.

“Yeah… thanks Doc, and I’ll take your advice soon as I find ‘er. I’ma man of my word, you know that,” Raphael said, then left the doctor to his work, and disappeared outside to find Tricity again.

Having already teleported Mike to the infirmary for the Doc so that he would get there safe; she herself was unhurt. Daria's bullet wound had healed although her arm was stiff.

her cat ears twitched at him and her long tail swished behind her. She looked at him and he could tell she was just emotionally exhausted. She smiled weakly and shook his hand. "welcome to the mansion, just call me Daria, Miss is too formal."

"And don't offer her help" A dark haired woman said as she exited the copter and walked past "She wouldn't take it-unless she was passed out-too proud"

Daria rolled her eyes at Linda and watched the woman walk away. "I'm fine, thanks. But you can point me to Tricity. I don't want her to worry. This is the first mission I've ever had to really pull off as...head of the team." she said sadly thinking about Mike who would've been in charge."

(OOC: Daria, Cassiel is gonna be outside in the tents too with everyone else, though he's in his own tent or we can throw him in the tent with Orion since they are both in bad shape. The Doc Prof is currently taking care of Orion, so I guess it would make sense to have Mike there too.

Zeke and everyone else, Cassiel is going to be an NPC, but not one you can control. He's unconscious and non-responsive to anyone. The only person who can control him for any other reason will be Daria.)

Tricity leaned against James taking in a few deep breaths and wishing she wasn't feeling so bad. She smiled at James in an attempt to prove to him she was alright as she continued to scan the grounds for Daria and Mike. 'Come on, where are they? I need a status report...' But it wasn't so much the report Tricity was after as it was the knowledge both of them and everyone else was okay.

"Miss Tipper, I think you should sit down, please. I know you're looking for the other X-Men. I'll help look for them too," the young man said with concern as he continued keeping her braced against himself.

"Yes, okay. If you find the others, tell them I'm in the main tent where Orion is and all severely injured mutants should head there for the Doc Prof." Tricity linked her arm with James and he lead her to the large tent where Orion was lying down and the Doc was checking his injuries. Just as she came to the bedside, she noticed Cassiel was also lying in a bed nearby, unconscious. "Oh no..." She quickly went to Mike's side and touched him lightly, but there was no response. The only thing that kept her somewhat comforted was the pulse she felt from checking his wrist. Tricity turned to the DocProf. "Where's Daria??"

Fade made her way out of the van, nearly completely drained of her energy, but that was not going to stop her. Just because she was exhausted, she was not going to wave off an opportunity to help her fellow mansion-dwellers and well, non-mansion-dwellers. As she moved forward, she felt her knees giving way, but she grabbed onto a tent supporter in order not to fall and cause a scene, she didn't need any help, she was just wasted of energy.

After a few deep, calming breaths, she began to move her feet again, grabbing on to the closest objects when she felt as though she could not make it. Many were around, many wounded, some were fine, and some merely claimed they were fine. However, through all of the commotion, she heard a familiar voice, well, a few familiar voices.

With much effort, she made her way over to the voices, constantly blinking in order to keep herself awake and responsive. The familiar voices led her into a tent. In front of her was the Doc Prof and next to him stood Raph. Nearby was Tricity and as Fade looked at the cots, she found two badly injured men, one of which she recognized from the first time she entered the mansion. It was Cassiel. However, she did not recognize the other.

The Doc Prof was busy with the man Fade did not recognize, and she was glad that he took no noticing to her. Yes, she needed sleep, but needing and wanting are completely different, for one must want and need something in order for it to be accomplished and Fade did not want to rest. What does sleep do? It's only good when she's asleep, but the actual 'going-to-sleep' part was not fun, so she just ignored the process all-together.

Her eyes dwelled on Raph, the most familiar of those that stood in the room, yet she shook her head and clasped her eyes shut in a failed attempt to keep herself open. Never-the-less, she adverted her attention to Tricity and opened her mouth, speaking in a raspy, tired voice.

"Anything I can do? I'm all healed." She offered as she rubbed her wrist. Her eyes began to droop, but she pointed with her finger and pressed the cuticle of her pointer finger with her nail, having to go deeper than the raptor-like claws that phased right through her skin. It was an old trick that she knew of, if she pinched her cuticle hard enough so that she'd feel pain, she'd wake up, but only a little, so she attempted again on her middle finger before biting her lip and making a small gasp of pain as she released and her eyes opened wide, yet for only a second.

All of the commotion made little Millie's eyes slowly open. She rolled over, comfy in her bed, but now she was curious, and a curious girl can never sleep. So with a small huff, she threw off her covers in a small temper as her motivation of curiousity pulled her away from her warm bed. Once she threw off the covers, however, she felt an instant rush of cold and quickly jumped back under the covers, trying to ignore the commotion. However, it kept prodding at her mind and finally she slid out of her bed, literally, and pulled off her comforter.

With great effort, since the comforter was actually kinda heavy for such a little girl, she wrapped it around her Blues Clues pj's and slipped on her matching slippers, even though her pj's had feet. Her little arm reached out of the comforter and grabbed her teddy before sucking it under her sheild of warm to hold it tightly to her body.

She slowly walked down the hallway, dragging her feet until she reached the stairs, un which case, she sat down and slowly slid down the stairs. Once she hit the bottom, she pulled herself up and rubbed her hiny from the small amount of pain that the wooden stairs had left her in. Finally, she reached the door and stood on her tippy toes in order to reach the knob. After she opened the door, she walked outside and turned to close the door before she began walking again.

She didn't take but two steps before she stopped, feeling pulled back by something. Her head shot around in frustration and she found that she had shut the door on her comforter. "Let go!" She snapped at the door before she attempted to pull her comforter free, with no success. "Pleat don't eat my blanket!" She pleaded as she pushed up against the door. In anger, she slapped it and grabbed her hand in pain as her hit was hard and she suffered the consiquences.

"Owie!" Her little voice echoed in anger against the door before she grabbed onto the knob and opened it, the door released her blanket and she smirked before sticking out her tongue at the door. She turned around and left the door wide open, mad at it for trying to eat her blanket and for biting her. Her eyes widened as she saw the number of people outside.

Her little body made its way over to the tents and she saw Miss Tipper and hobbled over to her before wrapping her arms around her leg and burying her face in Tricity's leg, feeling a tad bit scared but more confused, luckily, she wasn't glowing, but unless she found out why so many people were there, she might start up. "What going on?"