Millie looked up at the new man. Why were so many people there? And why did she have to keep repeating her name? However, it was polite to thank him, so she did with a simple "Thank you." Then she took a sigh before saying her name. "My name it Millie, or Night Light, or Firefly, you can call me any of them."

She huffed at the crumpled up comforter and kicked it away from her feet, just in case it changed it's mind. "Now you tay right there." She pointed at it and spoke in a stern voice, just like how her dad would say to her. "You're in time out, Mitter!"

((ooc-sorry I've been gone so long...hope i can catch up))

Skoliro climbed out of the back of the van last. He had refused help when the unconscious one had arrived and later dozed off. Looking around he realized ho many people had been captured. There were tents every where prepared for them. There was a feel of organized chaos that he liked. Quickly he glanced down just before he stepped on what looked something like a bent needle and syringe.

Tricity frowned to hear about Mike's condition, but it was a lot better than being dead. Tricity picked Millie up from the floor and gave a nod to Zeke so he would take her. "Millie, Zeke and Raphael are going to help you back upstairs to bed and make sure your comforter behaves properly, ok?" She gave the little girl a kiss on the top of her head and held her hand out to Zeke's, letting Raphael be the one to take the Millie's comforter. "Now, you let them take you back upstairs, alright? They'll keep you safe. You don't have to worry about what's going on down here. We're just helping a few sick mutants get better just like in the infirmary."

Tricity trusted the two men to keep Millie safe and away from all the commotion. She pulled the envelope from her back pocket, wondering how in the world it got there when she was always in motion.

Dearest Head Mistress D. Rose Tipper,

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Dr. Justin Waylans. We have a great vested interest in the success of the mutant program you have continued the legacy of the development of at Charles Xavier’s “sister” Mutant Academy. We are also very interested in filling a professorship or mentoring vacancy at the academy that you may currently have as a result of circumstances and events surrounding our blessed mutant community in the world today. As far as qualifications are concerned, we have quite a bit of educational experience including a Doctorate degree from Oxford University in the United Kingdom in Cultural Anthropology, though we must admit we are a much more practical person than the degree may insinuate although, we could make one heck of a museum curator! But we digress. Through our years of traveling the globe we have come to understand dimensions of the “human and mutant problem” as the lovely world media stage likes to call it, that some may not be aware of. We would like to humbly extend and offer to share this tremendous blessing of knowledge, wisdom, and understanding with yourself and the family you have surrounded yourself with at the school. We feel that the nature of this information is indeed extremely time sensitive. Hence, measures were taken to ensure this particular parcel was delivered with the utmost expediency. We can be contacted at anytime via cellular phone by dialing 11.14.0.23.20.8.25.19.5.12.6. An odd combination, but consider it international. Many a fable has been told about you in the “underground” and your fearless and noble leadership capability. We are highly anticipatory of a meeting and at possibly and interview to assist your efforts in any way we can. We are quite confident that your works and, in particular, the fruit of your loins will yield the cornerstone of something truly beautiful for humans and mutants alike, in the future. Time is of the essence. Time is always against us. Peace Be Unto You.

Thank You Most Graciously For Your Time and Consideration,

Dr. Justin Waylans

Tricity's eyebrow raised at the most unusual message. 'Who in the heck where these people?' she wondered, slowly pocketing the letter. Suddenly, the noise of the emergency at hand began to rise again and she brought her attention back to the immediate problems here. She sadly walked over to Orion and took his hands. The medical team had managed to clean him up better and she wondered when they would be able to speak to one another again.

"Careful, man," Wire said to the bat looking, young man. "Many of those stupid syringes were transferred from that facility to here. I still had one stuck in my back and didn't even know it til we pulled up onto the grounds." He gave a slight smile to him and shook away a bit of the after effects from the liquid in the syringes that was still slowly wearing on him. But of course, thanks to Daria and her anti-dote given to them all before arriving at the base, he wasn't feeling as horrible had he not taken it. Speaking of her, Wire needed to find Daria and see how she was holding up.

"So, are you alright?" He asked, looking at the mutant's wings. "I'm sorry, I forgot your name."

((I appologize for it being so short.... I'm working on my final news story for the semester, and the creative juices just ain't flowing))

Raphael watched the little girl tumble as she shuffled and got her legs caught up in the comforter, then turned his head to Zeke as the man appeared out of apparently nowhere to offer Millie a hand up. He must have been more tired than he had realized to have not noticed the man come around behind him. He listened to the short conversation, then to Tricity as she commented about him and Zeke keeping her safe.

He certainly did not feel capable of protecting someone at the moment, but did as he saw implied as Tricity offered Millie’s hand to Zeke, and scooped up the comforter. “Come along Lil One,” he treated the title almost like another name for the little girl as he moved over towards the tent flap and held it open for Zeke and her. “Let’s get her back to bed… shall we… Zeke, was it?”

Zeke chuckled a little as the girl continued to display her anger towards the matress, in a funny sort of way. "All right Millie, time for bed." Zeke spoke with a gleam in his eye as he let his mind wander back to his childhood. It had been tough days, but at least he had been happy, then atleast.

He looked up to Tricity and nodded then watched as she opened the letter. She looked a little perplexed by the contents, but Zeke wasn't about to start prying into her affairs. He had problems of his own after all. He saw her start to walk towards a large mutant on the ground, and then figured he should probably start moving himself.

He turned to the mutant beside him. "Yes, the name is Zeke. Let's go Millie." He reached out and grabbed her hand. They had to get this little girl away from all this commotion and back to the rest she needed at such a young age.

Suddenly, something felt terribly wrong. The instant his hand grasped hers, his world started to blur. The faces and tent around him started to spin rapidly, and the voices seemed distant, yet louder than before. He felt very dizzy and disollusioned, and very sick. A feeling started to creep up his throat as the voices grew louder and louder. The world started to spin faster and faster and faster. Suddenly, in a climaxing moment a face appeared, but for instant.

With a slight cry, Zeke released Millie's hand, and it all ended. The matter had taken only about three seconds, but it had seemed like an eternity to his mind. His breathing was now heavy and gasping. Slowing his breathing, he looked at the little girl and stared. That was bizzare to be sure.

Then closing his eyes, he reached out and grabbed her hand once more. Wincing his eyes opened, he realized that this time everything was normal. It was okay. Turning to Millie he smiled and said, "I'm all right, let's go." He then led her out of the tent, following the one called Deltoid.

What in the heck just happened? Played through his mind over and over again...

Millie looked up at the two men with a frown on her face as Tricity told her they were going to take her to bed. When Zeke grabbed her hand and began to look funny, Millie looked up at him with a weird face as she squished it together in confusion. When he let go for a moment, she thought about just running around, sleep was not going good for her and she was not going back to sleep just so she could have another nightmare and have Merlin, in an attempt to help her, blind everyone. However, he grabbed her hand again and reassured her that he was ok.

"You looked funny." She giggled, immediately forgetting her plan. "Are you hungry? Tometime, my tummy talk to me, and I look funny, it not talking to me now. I dunno, lemme check." She attempted to lean her head down to hear her tummy, but of course, she failed and just sighed and replied. "Nope."

Yet now she began to think about sleep again. "NO! I don't wanna leep! If I leep! I get cared! Real cared! I don't like leep and I don't like dark. Dark don't like me neiver. Merlin don't like me leeping neiver, den he hat to make me all lighted toe I not cared anymore. But everybody elt think that Merlin make me too much lighted, they cover their eye, like I poked them!" She stomped her foot in frustration. However, she walked with the two, complaining the whole way until she huffed and turned her head towards a tree, pretty bored with looking at the tents. A familiar shape was able to be seen under the tree and two words were squealed from Millie's lips in excitement: "MAMMY EMMY!"

She wiggled and twisted as she attempted to get free from Zeke's hand, even though she knew he wasn't holding on too tight and he wasn't hurting her, she just wanted to get Emerald's attention as she shouted at the top of her lungs. "MAMMY EMMY! I FINDED YOU! Let go! I wanna tea Mammy Emmy! Pleat? I haven't teen her in dayt! I wanna tea her! I promit I will leep after that! Pinky promit with carrot and...um...applet on top!"

((yea Im back!)

Emerald's ear's perked up immediately when she heard Millie calling for her. She had been caught earlier by one of the doctors and they had bandaged up her entire torso due to the burns from the Electricity attack and the broken ribs. She did however, manage to escape from when they mentioned 'bed rest' because despite the fact they had bandaged her up and made her feel a hell of allot better;

She still hated doctors.

Em walked over to where Millie was, a smile spreading across her face. She bent down and ruffled the child's hair, tail wagging back and forth playfully. "Hey Firefly! Have you been good while iv been gone?" the she wolf asked, not even noticing the other two men there.

All she cared about at the moment was making sure Millie was OK and then going to find Daria.

Eaen stood a short distance from the gate of the school pacing back and forth. He had only been there a few minutes, and he was having some minor issues with building up enough courage to actually go up to the gate and find out about his new home.

<"Duuudddeee... you're seriously bringing me down... Can we just go inside? There's girls to meet!">

Sighing, Eaen flicked his hand in the air, as if Miguel was someone he could actually wave away once Eaen was done listening to him. He waited a few more moments, becoming increasingly interested in his shoes, before he took a deep breath. He reached a hand up and brushed some stray hairs out of his eyes, and then took a few steps towards the school.

'I guess it's now or never...'

<"Or in your case, now or later!">

Eaen raised an eyebrow at Miguel's last comment. 'Do you want to go inside or not?'

<"Actually cuz. I'm thinking not.">

Before Eaen had a chance to get annoyed at Miguel for switching opinions so quickly, he saw what he had failed to notice earlier. Past the gates, the grounds of the mansion were bustling with activity, there were tents set up, and it seemed like people were recieving medical care.

<"What gave it away? Was it the bandages or are you psychic too?">

'Shut up.' Eaen again tried to wave Miguel away as he made his way past the gate onto the busy mansion grounds. He moved gracefully past people of all ages and sizes, some with bandages, some without, until he nearly bumped into a girl with a blanket, escorted by two men.

Normally, Eaen wouldn't have had that issue, as he spent his entire childhood dodging things, and weaving in and out of people in small areas, but Miguel was having bit of a tirade with all of the women he was interested, and quite frankly, Eaen was busy trying to block him out.

Eaen turned bright red, and let out a small, I'm sorry to the girl, and her three older companions, Miguel pointing out the third to Eaen.

He then moved a little further into the grounds before he realized he had absoluetely no idea where he was going. 'Ummm....'

<"Yeah. Um. Is right. How about finding this Tricity chick?">

'Can't you show a little respect? She's going to give us a place to stay... Well, if she doesn't get a chance to talk to you that is.'

<"Pleeeeeassse, the women love me! I'm absoluetely irresistable! And dude, I put up with you going out with all those guys, you should at least let me get a little bit of....">

"SHUT UP!"

Eaen froze where he stood, as it sunk in that he actually screamed that last part. Out loud, and not in his head. While he despretely wished that his power was to turn invisible, he just leaned up against a nearby tree, and decided to wait it out, and see what happens.

<"Smoooooth Eaen. Real Smooth.">

'Shut up.'

Tricity was in need of some air after being next to Orion and Mike's unconscious bodies for a while. She stepped out of the tent and noticed most of the injured mutants had been taken to a tent and given a proper medical attention. It was nice to be out in the cooler air and she took a few deep breaths, nodding to those that acknowledged her presense as they walked passed.

She pulled the mysterious envelope from her back pocket and read the contents again, completely baffled, but very curious nonetheless. Just as she pulled the letter up to read, Tricity noticed an unfamiliar young man standing near a tree. She crossed the lawn and approached the guest who seemed a bit lost and possibly dazed? "Um, hello." She began looking over his body and face to find injuries, but it seemed he must not have been one of the hostages at the facility. "Can I help you somehow? Were you at the military base too?"

Eaen's face went a shade redder than it already was as Tricity apporached him.

<"Military base? Where did you bring us?">

'I don't know anything about a military base... will you shut up and let me talk?'

"Um, no, I wasn't at... um, the military base. I was actually coming here because ahh... I'm a mutant, and I kind of just let myself in, and I saw the commotion and I..." Eaen paused for a second to collect his thoughts, but then again, with a prescence like Miguel, there's no time for collecting.

<"Dude, stop sounding like a spaz and just tell her about how we're here to stay.">

"Will you please be quiet?" Eaen muttered, again switching into real speech as opposed to inside his head. When he realized his mistake he smiled lightly. "I'm sorry, I wasn't talking to you, I was um... talking to myself."

<"Do you think she knows about our situation?">

'I dunno, she probably doesn't get a case file about every teen who comes in here... I probably just seem like I'm insane.'

Eaen tried to smile again. "Sorry, let me start over. My name's Eaen, and I recieved an invitation to come here from Professor Xavier. Um, and that I needed to speak to a woman named Tricity about staying here and such. Would you happen to know her, or is this a bad time?" He motioned to all of the tents and injured mutants before turning back to Tricity.

"I know I'm a stranger, but if there's anything I can do to help before meeting Tricity, I'll like to lend a hand."

<"Lend a hand? How about find out what the hell is happening before you start offering our assistance?">

'Shut up.'

Tricity was reading the young man's face, seeing he was somewhat flustered and nervous. It happened to most of the mutants who came here to the mansion. She smiled at him and began to offer her hand until she realized it was blood stained. "Sorry about that...I'm Tricity, it's nice to meet you, Eaen. It sucks you're coming on such a horrible night. We're kind of having an emergency situation, but no worries. You're more than welcome to stay, but I have to ask you a couple questions."

She motioned for him to follow her across the grounds and to the front steps of the mansion. She didn't want to have to shout over the noise of the happenings on the lawn. "First, I need to know everything you know about your mutation and then if it's dangerous to yourself or anyone else. It's a procedural question to ensure we keep all residents here as safe as possible."

Eaen followed Tricity across the lawn and took a second to wonder how he would start telling the story about his powers.

"Well," Eaen started, "I used to be able to sense people's emotions, and when I looked on wikipedia about it, I read that that's called being an Empath. I could also draw people kind of out of their body for a while and bring them into mine... It was kind of weird, and I never really got the chance to get the hang of it, because pretty soon after I found about it I umm... kind of had a situation I guess..." Eaen stopped speaking for a second to make sure Miguel was going to behave himself.

<"Hm? Oh, don't worry about me. I love this story, it makes me look like a martyr!">

Eaen sighed, he couldn't really say anything against that. Plus, he still felt guilty about what happened. So he continued with his story. "I kind of drew my cousin into my body on accident and um... he kind of... got shot. While I had him in me and then when we both realized what had happened, he tried to struggle for power over my mind, I guess I kind of freaked... and... actually, I don't know what I did." Eaen finished quietly.

"I threw up a barrier kind of. I haven't been able to sense anyone's emotions since. The only thing I do now is sometimes when mutants get to close to me they get a jump start or something. I dunno. It's only happened a couple times, I don't know too many mutants..."

Eaen sighed. "Sooooo, that's who I was talking to earlier. My cousin."

<"Okay, he "Kind of got shot??" How does someone "kind of" get shot? Tell her my name too by the way. I'm not going to just be known as your cousin.">

'oh, sorry...'

"My cousin's name is Miguel by the way. He uh... wanted to be introduced."

Eaen looked off into the distance before he remembered the next part. "Oh, and um... I don't really think I'm a danger to anyone... Miguel has calmed down a lot and he only gains control when I'm really freaking out. He has telekinetic abilities and they're kind of strong... but..." Eaen stopped lamely. He didn't want to state that Miguel could be sadistic, mainly because he can hear most of his thoughts, he hoped that Tricity would somehow pick up on it on her own.

'That's it. We're getting kicked out.'

Tired and still monitoring her laptop for anything unusual Daria glanced where Mike was laying, fearing the worse. Unable to contain her feelings she grabbed his hand and knelt by his bedside in tears.

"Mike." she began, whispering in his ear though she knew he couldn't hear her. "I know you're going to say it wasn't my fault, and I know you're probably just glad I'm safe but..I'm sorry, Mike. I'm sorry I left you. I know it wasn't my idea but...I shouldn't have done it. I could've stayed-I could've fought. I'm sorry, Mike, I'm really sorry." She sniffled, her tail waving in the air.

"I...I found the ring, too. I wasn't snooping or anything..I just..I found it by accident. Well...maybe not complete accident. I got a little nosey. I mean...you never hide things from me." she paused and then continued. "I...I miss you Mike. I really miss you. This wasn't supposed to happen this way. We were supposed to be together forever...we...were supposed to raise a family...you were the one, Mike. We both know it, you were made for me." her passion overcame her and she buried her head in the sheets.

After a while a hand Landed on her shoulder. It was Sarah.

"hey," Daria said wiping her eyes and smearing her liner. "Hey, big girl. What's up?"

"Are you okay?" Sarah asked. She didn't seem too fazed by Mike's state.

"I'm fine..are you."
"Yeah. I like him better this way, he can't tease me." sarah joked.

"You know, Sarah, It's okay to be hurt and scared..."

"Maybe. But Mike is going to be alright. He's alive and he'll wake up. I saw it in a vision."

Daria smiled at Sarah and decided not to reply.

Skoliro nodded to the mutant that came up behind him.

Thanks.
Yeah, just a couple cuts on my wings, but I'll survive.

At that he stretched, wings and all; he had been cramped when he was in the van. One of the scabs that were already starting to form cracked and the cut slowly started to ooze blood once more.

It's Skoliro.

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