A long line stood outside of a dark Grey building, filled with people of all shapes and sizes. Men and women alike were in this line, holding all sorts of papers and applications. However it didn't look as if they were applying for any kind of job they looked far to...distant? Awkward?

Terrified?

They had good reason, today was the day of reckoning, the Mutant Registration Bill had been passed and this first group of Mutants had come voulentary...well most of them. The rest had been dragged here by the Stalker Bots, forced to register under gunpoint.

The process was very long and dragged out, First they had to state their name as well as thier ability in front of the Registration woman who pointed you ether left or right, one side for males and the other for Females.

From there the date of birth was asked as well as very personal questions such as questions about spouses. Then a blood samples was ether taken, but if the mutant hesitated their arm was pinned to the table and the blood extracted by force. A picture was taken, finger prints as wells as retinal scans. This is all while various workers gestured at the mutants rudely, telling them seemingly lies about what would happen to them or their friends they came in with?

But where they lies.

Finally they had to get the Bracelets shackled onto their wrists. They get read their rights such as if they used their powers outside the designated areas or their homes that the bracelet would dig its prods into their wrists and cause mass Electricity to course through them. Then the local authorities or the stalker bots would be alerted and the mutant would be 'relocated.'

Suddenly, a new shipment of mutants where forcibly dragged into the registration line, now it was their turn to be registered and branded for the same persecution that the mutants before them got.

((Okay If you want to post do not make a Huge scene with everyone around you dying because you are trying to escape without alerting me or Fade so we can approve it. Because we proably wont you can fight but the Stalkers will be holding you at gunpoint so I wouldnt suggest it to be wise. Everyone is going to have to register but this is just the first post so if you dont post here and this gets locked try the second one. But I do need alot of people to post here to see if this works. So Have at it.))

(Sign up here first... Registration List)

Hank shuffled dejectedly into line as he was pulled up. He cast his third eye about absent mindedly to see the various armed guards about the place. Upon reaching the desk he gave his name and told them that his third eye could see in infrared. After that he was directed off to the left.

What followed was a painful experience of being questioned and culminated in a bracelet along with a warning of “use your power and get zapped, then abducted.” This presented him with a problem. “Umm…” he said hesitantly, “my power is on all the time, I can’t turn it off. What does that mean?”

Back at Mondragon labs Hunter watched a blip on a screen. The screen displayed a map of New York and the blip was Hank. Hank worked as a janitor in a remote office of one of the companies that Hunter owned in a very indirect manner. Without his knowledge Hank was now part of a plan Hunter had just put in motion.

Hank had a tracking device implanted in him, though he was unaware of that. Hunter intended to have Hank break the new rule to see what happened to the naughty mutants. While this probably wouldn’t be fun for Hank, it would be very useful for Hunter.

"As long as you dont use it to its full extent you should be fine." The person behind the desk replied with much exasperation in her voice

Hank was now terrified. Those machines where a frightening enough sight on there own as they backed up the humans and kept the mutant in line. He watched as one of the mutants moved forward, and his third eye vaguely saw something between him and the humans.

The something turned out to be another of those monsters, who attacked him and issued a warning, and then went back to being invisible. Nervously he scanned the room with his third eye, found the vague image and kept and eye on it as he moved over towards the exit. Right now he just wanted to go home and get away from these monsters.

Many eyes were trained on registration area, mutant and human alike, but a pair a crimson eyes looked on from high above. Perched on one of the higher buildings five blocks away, Kaz looked down on the spectacle through special binoculars. Not only could he zoom in close enough to read the little badges the human enforcers were wearing, it also recorded everything it viewed, but what made these so nice, while viewing in the normal spectrum, at the same time it recorded in ultraviolet and infrared, as well as other modes to be analyzed at a later time.

The human enforcers barely warranted concern in Kaz's mind, <But those, things...What the hell are they? Who created them?> More of these thoughts poured into his mind as he watched. One of the mutants seemed to try and make a break for it. It looked for a moment he 'might' make it, when all at once one of those metal enforcer things appeared from no where and scared the man half to death. Just as soon as it appeared it disappeared. Kaz held the binoculars in their same place as he moved his head to look around and down at the scene with his own eyes.

While he did this he picked out three human enforcers. He began to look and watch the three through the binoculars for a little over 10minutes. Once he was sure they weren't moving anywhere, he reached into his boot and grabbed three curved knives. He loved these knives, when thrown, they didn't move in a straight line, but moved in a circular way to their target. He looked around the air checking flags, <The air's calm, all I have to worry about are the damned birds.> He turned off the binoculars and took aim. With a quick flick of his wrist and snap of his arm, the three knives took flight. End over end they flew, making a wide circle around the buildings. Their paths straighten as they make their final decent. Seemingly at once each knife embeds their blade deep into each of the enforcer's necks, and each fall to the side, towards Kaz.

Kaz knew he was on target and would make the hit and wasn't around to see what happened next.

ooc: i'm gonna wait till someone decides to start things in the mansion but I wanted to say kudos to the awesome posting!

Ted shuffled out of the armoured truck. He had been off looking around New York, and thought that with his hat on none of the cops would recognise him. Turns out he was wrong. A cop had just happened to see under the hat, and recognised him on sight. What are the odds? Next thing Ted knows, the cop has his gun out, and soon Ted is handcuffed and shoved into a vehicle. He hadn't tried to fight back, as that would only make it worse. He just had to hope that they somehow wouldn't throw him in jail. The scene he had been thrust into was so much worse.

Just a line of fellow mutants, all lined up to be 'registered'. He had heard about the registration bill, the mansion had been buzzing with it. He had had his hands handcuffed behind his back, but after being transferred to the armoured truck with the robots, they had taken them off. It's not like they were necessary. Now Ted was in the line of mutants, and being lead toward the table. He saw a mutant try to run, but hit... something. The something turned out to be an invisible robot. They've got stealth? I thought that was just in Star Trek. Then three of the cops dropped. Not on pupose, like someone was waving a gun at them, but like someone had hit them over the back of the head.

There was quite a commotion among the other cops, but the robots kept the line moving. Ted was soon at the table, where a lady asked him for his name and ability. "I'm Ted Thorn. I'm a werewolf. But not like fantasy werewolves, where a full moon triggers their transformation. Instead, i transform whenever I feel pain. But I've learnt complete control over the werewolf form, though." The woman wrote it down, and pointed off to the side. Ted was then forced to answer several rather personal questions, and then to give a blood sample and fingerprints. He was worried that the needle from the blood sample would make him transform, and tried to tell the guys doing it, but they just pinned his arm down, and he didn't bother struggling.

Fortunately, it wasn't enough to make him transform. With a sigh of relief, he went through all the rest of it, giving all his finger prints. He briefly wondered if they changed when he transformed, but under all the fur, it didn't really matter. He then got a bracelet attached to his wrist, and was told that if he used his powers, then it would electrify him. "Um, if you electrify me, that'll just make it worse. My power responds to pain; giving more would just make it last longer. You really want to do that?"

The man gave him a glance. "Don't worry. The shocks from that thing could take down an elephant."

"Oh." Then someone sat at a computer gestured to the man who had spoken. "Hey boss, check this out." The other guy went over. Ted couldn't see properly, but that sure looked like a criminal record on the screen. And that picture sure looked like him. "Oh. Yeah. That. i really should have seen that coming, huh?" The other guy either didn't see the humour, or didn't even have a sense of humour. Ted guessed both.

Michael awoke painfully in what looked like the back of a van. His entire body still hurt, something that he had never experienced before in his life. The sensation was so overwhelming that he just lay there for several minutes, paralysed by it. After a while he pulled himself to gather and pushed the now diminishing pain aside.

He tried to sit up, only to find his hands bound behind his back. Rolling onto his side he managed to work himself into a seating position. Looking around in the gloom he saw several members of the Mansion. Raina, Nika, the new guy Ben and a few others.

“Anyone else awake?” he called out, hoping someone would respond. He had no idea where they were going, but whatever happened he promised himself to do his best to look out for everyone and keep them as safe as possible.

Ben slowly came back to conhinses...it was dark...and bumpy...and it was cold...metal? Ben sat up but laid back down as his head swam...it must have been from those tranq's...ben slowly sat up and noticed that those dumb comps didn't even take the darts out..even if a few had fallen out already. "Ye-ah...im awake and alive...somwhat." Ben said as he began to yank a dart out...but instantly winced from the pain and pulled it out slowly. "Oh frack...t-this is registration isn't it..." Ben said as his vision started to clear. "m-mitch?..they got you too huh?...did you get anyone out?....sorry i went down so easly.."

Pain. That was an understatement. Raina had never hurt so much in her life. Her eyes were crusted over with blood and she didn't even bother trying to open them. Her hair- now a sickly green- was matted to her bleeding forhead. In her mouth was the metalic taste of blood, and her writsts ached from the shackles holding them behind her back.

Her ribs felt like they'd been kicked a good few times, and her legs were positvely black and blue. Breathing hurt- not just her chest, but her throat that felt like it'd been scraped out with sandpaper. Her jaw felt like it had been dislocated and snapped back in, and she was sure that however she landed shed most defeninetly sprained her leg- at the very least.

She knew they were moving, and the cold steel underneath her back told her she was most likely just thrown into the back of some vehicle. But that was about as much sense as Raina could make. The deep oblivian of a black out was coaxing her back, and when she realised the darts were still protruding from her chest she welcomed it.

She didn't want to think of it- didn't want to know. She wouldn't allow herself to think of Rupert. She wouldn't. The dark took her back as the van came through gates.

ooc: I'm gonna lengthen out Raina's experieinces over a few posts, but feel free to wake up in the van next to her if you feel like it.

“Anyone else awake?” Michael called out

Deathstar lay in a fetal position in the corner of the van , barely concious and disoriented she faintly calls out for anyone near her. ".....Anyone there!" she mutters as she slowly sits up, "what the..." she says with weak voice as she gazes around the van not recognizing where she was located. Her eyes catches some of members of the mansion inside the van but was puzzled about why they were here, "What are you guys doing here? she asks the others while taking the darts out her arm, she was caught in another location and wanted to know how the others got captured.

She let out a breathly grunt as she takes out another dart from her shoulder. She wasn't bloody or badly injured, but blunt force to her head temporarily knocked her unconcious. She lays her back against the van as she lifts her hand to touch her aching head, regaining her memory, she grunts once more as she accidently touches a injured part of her head.

Naomi was crying softly in the corner of the van. Well, not really crying, more convulsing. Her face was resting on her knees, which she was hugging. She seemed to have run out of tears. Other than a few bruises from rough handling, and a tranq shot for good measure, she was fine. The phycological damage however seemed to have effected her badly. In fact, the mental scares she had gained where probably worse than most would realise.

When Michael checked to see if everyone was ok, Naomi forced herself to lift her face, and wipe away the moisture from around her eyes with shaky hands.

"I'm alive."

It was all she could say. Her voice was quite and unsteady. She was afaid that if she tried to say much more, her voice would break. She looked around at everyone else. They all seemed to be in worse condition than her, except for Michael, but she was sure he was probably not doing to well on the inside either. She found some comfort in knowing that she was with familiar people. She wouldn't be going through the rest of this alone. She was glad.

She felt the truck losing momentum, and she looked around wearily. Through a pane of glass and wire mesh, she could see the grey building. Looking at it made her heart seem to sink, like the very wieght of the building was pressing down on her. Then, she saw something very strange. something flew through her line of sight, like a bird or a frisby of some kind. There was comotion outside, but Naomi didn't bother to think about it. She just sat, wondering what would happen next, and hoping more than anything that they didn't send her back to Shanghia.

Ben Deathstar and Naomi all called back. Michael didn’t know how Deathstar had gotten captured, he hadn’t seen her at the mansion. Naomi must have been caught while trying to run. Ben got caught by being stupid and standing and fighting against superior foes. Michael knew that by staying and fighting he would get caught, but he would have slowed them down enough for others to get away. If Ben had run with the rest he would have improved their chances, maybe gotten some out. But this wasn’t the time to bring that up, everyone needed encouragement right now, not an argument. It wasn’t an appropriate time to say he didn’t like being called Mitch either.

Raina was unresponsive and in a bad way, but at least she was still breathing. Deathstar seemed to have her hands free, unlike the rest of them, so he asked, “Deathstar, could you check on Raina, make sure she’s going to be ok?” Looking around he didn’t see Ruby or Emerald, and felt better for knowing that they had escaped. He felt the van slowing down and moved towards the door. “I go first, and whatever happens, we support each other.”

Ted heard another van pull up. How many mutants had been captured? He sighed, at least the guys at the mansion were safe. Weren't they? Before he could think about it further, he was roughly hauled into a room with a bunch of other mutants. He looked around in confusion as the door slammed shut. "What's going on?" The other mutants looked up at him. One, who seemed to oldest, and had tentacles instead of arms, looked up at him. "We're the ones who don't get to go back to our lives. I'd heard about some sort of camp they got set up, where they send the mutants that they don't want on the street even with the bracelets. None of us know for usre, we just got ta wait and see." Ted sighed. What was going on? There were no windows, the room was lit by a single light bulb dangling from the ceiling. "So we just wait? How long?"

"None of us know for sure, but we think that they'll send us off somewhere when the other mutants stop registering." More Ted-sighs. He sat down against a wall, next to a pretty girl that looked about the same age as him. "Hey, I'm Ted, what's your name?" She looked up at him, "I'm Natalie. So you're a mutant too? What's your curse?" Ted would normally point out that nothing is a complete curse; the whole 'silver lining' thing, but at the moment, it didn't seem the greatest idea. "I'm a werewolf. How about you?"

"I used to have wings, but they were ripped off by some thugs a few days ago. They were so pretty, like a fairie..." She broke down into sobbing. Ted put her arm around her comfortingly. "It'll be ok, don't worry. We're not going to be in here much longer. Alright?" She leant against him, and continued to cry. Ted had no idea what he was going to do; for all he knew, they were all going to be executed just for being mutants.

The bus pulled into a nearby parking lot and opened its doors so they could all pile out. Tricity jogged down the stairs and filed the children into a pile around her. "Ok... We're going to head inside now and everyone is going to be on their best behavior, right?" There were lots of solemn nods returned to her and she gave a confident smile back to them to keep them less afraid. Frankly she wasn't sure how this registration crap would be. When she was forced to be registered before, it was a lot messier after several mutants suddenly rebelled. The government had decided against the act once before, but now it was being put back into effect.

Tricity was completely against the whole thing, but because the school is obviously known for their 'special talents', her hands were practically tied. She didn't want any problems and she didn't want anyone looking for problems. Many of the others said they would go on their own time to get registered and some flat out said no. She couldn't tell them what to do... It would make her a hypocrit. At least if she made the younger ones go, they wouldn't be harmed if someone came to the mansion and forced them to get registered.

The kids grabbed hands and they started heading across the busy New York traffic and up to the building where dozens of mutants were outside waiting to head in. Tricity took a deep breath and smiled at the kids again seeing their nervousness as their big eyes scanned the scene. "It'll be ok..." She recognized several faces of those who had passed through the mansion a couple times when needing a place to stay. Some were so obviously mutants, their mutations were seen with the naked eye. Others, like herself, looked 'normal' like any other human walking the street. The line began to move and so did they... God, she hated this...