(Everyone!) We All Fight For A Cause

[Sparrow]

Kaycee rolled her eyes and took a step closer to the outspoken girl. You honestly believe I do not know what is occurring in the laboratory? I know everything that goes on in that place, as everyone here should be aware of? She glanced around the group, and her eyes fell on Nick. Especially you Nicholas. Considering you think yourself so high in the DA's eyes, you should know who he trusts in which departments. As for the DA's plans.. She whipped her hair around and faced the majority of the congregation again. She arched one dark eyebrow importantly. Who do you think sent me here?

Jace nodded his agreement and as the group fell into understanding silence, he spoke up. Now that it is clear we are not revolting against our leader, I have something to say. He paused, unused to being watched by such a large amount of people. No doubt we have all trained for such a time as this. If you all wish to argue to one another about who is right and who is wrong, I could care less. But the DA himself wishes us to begin making our presence known among the humans and the x-men. And I will be doing that, no questions asked. If anyone feels the same way, I suggest you speak up now or not be heard at all. Considering of course, that we all belong to the same group, we shouldn't have an issue with agreeing? He phrased the last part as a question and picked at an already perfect nail, knowing fully that most eyes were still on him. But Jace was finished talking. For now.

Taki looked around wildly, looking for the voice he thought was in his head. Then with a glance down, he realized he knew the person below him. Noel? He asked cautiously, aloud. Then he understood how stupid he was being. Noel? he corrected himself in his head. I can hear you now. Um, cause they don't want to leave me alone. I think it was the DA's idea though. What about you? What the hell are YOU doing here!? They could kill you!

(OOC: Time for the X-men!!)

Sparrow unintentionally pushed past Falcon, running through the corridors like his feet were on fire. He had already shifted back into a human as he touched land and was moving as quickly as well, a human could. He threw open random doors and his voice echoed down the hallway in panic mode.
I NEED EVERY ABLE-BODIED MUTANT IN THIS PLACE IN THE MAIN LOBBY NOW!! CODE RED.. OR BLACK... OR... OR... WHATEVER!! EVERYONE GET DOWN HERE NOW!! He shouted, gasping for air as he scanned the place. Realizing Falcon was on his tail, Sparrow took charge.
Could you make sure everyone gets the message? Just make it sound dangerous, it won't matter that they don't know you. I'll be waiting in the lobby for the troops. See ya! And without waiting for an answer, Sparrow jumped on the great stair banister and slid down, all the while yelling for help.

[Noel Sanders]

NOEL

Noel crouched down under the bushes, where he was lying completely hidden from where all the Archangels were. He could only smile bitterly when he heard Taki's forceful words. Think he didn't know that? Well, the problem was he never actually anticipated they would be having a party here! Not like they would send him an invitation card telling him they were doing just that anyway, he thought to himself sarcastically.

"I was still in hiding from the corporation. I still got their missing piece with me right here, and they won't stop hunting me down until they got it so I hadn't returned to my apartment. In fact, I had been in hiding since I got away... Just never thought I would meet ALL of them here." Although it was fact, it brought back a certain sense of excitement back into his life. He had, lived like a zombie, after his twin brother had died.

But now, after so long, he actually felt... alive. It was all thanks to him, and he took a glance to Taki, who was enchained on the trees. For the first time, he gritted his teeth as he decided on a decision that would cause him a lot of grief and painful memories. "Taki, stay there. I'm going to take you off those chains."

[Sinclair]

Sinclair couldn't ignore the group any longer. He turned around to face them, watching the crowd and particularly Jace and Kaycee. He had little to say, and it seemed the seven year old at his side didn't have much to say, either.

Cymir, however, wasn't watching the people who were yelling. He was watching the little girl he'd met before. She was back? He hadn't noticed her until he'd turned and now, well, he was looking at her like he was afraid she was going to pounce on him at any second.

"If that girl comes close to us, don't let her kill me, okay?"Cymir appealed to the boy at his side, though why he was saying it wasn't clear..

Sinclair chuckled. Of all the people around them for him to worry about, he worried about the one that seemed harmless.
"Ah- the little girl? She looks older than you, but I guess you can't help love, right?"Sinclair kidded.

"I do not love her,"Cymir growled while he glared.

"Of course not."Sinclair agreed passively, still smirking in amusement."I could call her over if you want,"

Cymir's eyes widened in surprise. "No, no!"he objected quickly, but to no avail. Sinclair had it in his mind that he was going to help the little boy get the girl in due course.

Desirae was surprised to hear yelling as she peaked out of her room. Of all the people to be yelling it was Sparrow. This left no question in her mind as to what she was going to do next. She grabbed her tan canvas jacket from her bed, putting it on while she rushed out the door, then down the stairs with several others with the destination of the lobby. Instead of walking up to Sparrow, she kept her distance just wanting to know what he had to say and hoping that he didn't notice her in time to tell her she couldn't go.

[Decadence]

• PEYTON GABRIEL.
  Seemingly sweet. Seriously psychopathic.
  

Peyton remained silent as her peers spoke up, but when Kaycee threw her little fit, Peyton had to say something. She was disgusted by Kaycee's lack of self-restraint. Although the little thirteen-year-old understood what it was like to be frustrated with people, she knew better than to lash out unless it was in her best interest to do so. She knew better than to snap at others for no good reason, and Kaycee should have known better as well.

"That is enough, Miss Hunter. Need we remind you why we are here in the first place? The issue at hand is the X-Men, as you have already stated. The idea is to target them, not each other. So let us skip the 'holier --and higher ranked-- than thou' quarrels, shall we?"

Peyton was surprised to then hear Jace speaking up. He hardly ever said much.

After speaking directly to Kaycee and listening to Jace, Peyton lifted her little hand and snapped her fingers twice. A random archangel whom she'd chosen to do the heavy lifting for her that day appeared, looking rather ashamed and ego-bruised to be at the beck and call of a thirteen year old. The archangel set Peyton's stool down before moving back to his original position. Stepping onto her stool, Peyton proceeded to make her speech.

"Now that we've established that we are all aware of what is going on in the laboratory, we need to talk organization and strategy. Sins and virtues are temperamental. If the wrong sin goes to the wrong X-Man, it could result in havoc all across Bayville, and that isn't what we want. And how are we planning on getting the injections into them anyway?" Peyton awaited an answer.


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• ISABELLE AMHERST.
  A little bit eccentric.

Shut up, shut up, shut up. Isabelle stretched her warm, heavy blanket over her head and squeezed her eyes closed in attempt to block out the shouts that were coming from outside of her dorm. Being the type that preferred to sleep all day and stay up all night, she was not up for a "code red or black or whatever." What did that even mean? It was probably some bizarre X-Men thing, and she was sure that she was not needed anyway, seeing as she was so new and all. But the shouting did not cease, so with a frustrated groan, she threw her blanket off of the bed, sighed, and dragged herself out of her bed. "I'm coming, I'm coming, goodness gracious," she muttered to herself as the shouting outside continued. Grabbing a brush, she hastily dragged it through her hair before deciding that it was useless and throwing it into a loose, messy bun. "Do I have time to change?" she asked out loud, even though she knew that the people outside could not hear her. But as she grew slightly less dazed and confused, she realized that the situation did sound urgent, so she decided to hurry. Wherever she was going, she would just have to go in her All Time Low band shirt and rubber ducky sweats. Still disorientated, she completed the ridiculous outfit with a pair of fuzzy moccasins before stumbling out the door, down the hallway, and into the lobby, still sleepy-eyed. "What's going onnnnn?" she grumbled as she reached the lobby and looked around, recognizing Desirae and Sparrow as the only people she knew.

Band Tee
Ducky Sweats.

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• TRISTAN CARMICHAEL.
  Determined to avenge her death.

Tristan heard Sparrow's voice while he was just about to start up a new simulation and responded immediately. Quickly shutting off the computer, he grabbed his guitar, pulled it over his shoulder and rushed to the lobby.

"Yes, what is going on?" he asked calmly, stepping next to Isabelle. He glanced at the new girl's sleep attire and was slightly amused, though his stone cold expression did not show it.

[Coldfire]

moirae macey
THINGS HAVE CHANGED
everyone's pointing their fingers
always condemning me and nobody
knows what i believe i believe and
i’m staring down the barrel of a forty-five

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Rae silently praised the sensibility of the thirteen-year-old, no matter how creepy it was sometimes. She didn't speak up again, though. She wasn't particularly good about getting needles, though she wouldn't go so far as to say it was a phobia. She simply didn't like them, and didn't think she'd like stick a needle in anyone either. As a result, she hadn't really though much about it. She just knew they'd find a way, like they always did.

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falcon michaels
NEVER SHOULD HAVE LET GO
cause every word and every turn
and every sign points to your hurt
with every hour you're drifting
f u r t h e r a w a y

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Falcon nodded, dashing up the stairs, although, by the looks of things, Sparrow was easily yelling loud enough to get everyone's attention. He figured the best place to start would b the top floors, seeing as those on the lower floors would hear his brother's shouting, repeating the mantra of 'Emergency meeting in the foyer' as he jogged down the halls, banging on the doors of rooms.

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[Phoenix]

Matt heard the call instantly and raced down the halls and stairs to the main foyer where he heard Sparrow calling for the others. He reached the foyer shortly after Isabelle and Tristan. He nodded and came up beside them.

Hey. Whats going on? He asked, hardly out of breath considering the many flights of stairs he had just booked it down. Then again, he spend a lot of time in the Danger Room and was very much in shape.

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Oooooh. So thats what the big secret master plan is. Wilder thought to himself. By keeping his mouth shut and taking in everything everyone else said, he was able to piece things together. The Dark Angel was planning to inject X-Men with sins, he had to assume the 7 deadly sins, and now the big question was how and who.

Wilder hadn't really done much X-Men research, so he wouldn't be useful in deciding who to inject with what sin. Instead while the others contimplated this, he let his mind wander to how they could possibly get the sins injected into the others.

Nick wasn't too impressed at the thought of being told what to do by a child, but he forced himself to keep his mouth shut once again. Whatever else he thought, she was right. They couldn't afford to argue amongst themselves. They would waste precious time that they couldn't afford to lose.

Nick, unlike Wilder, had been doing his research and knew practically everything about every X-Men, and even those who seemed like potential X-Men, but were still technically on their own.

[Sparrow]

Kaycee growled under breath as Peyton corrected her, but she had enough respect for the youngster to not retort. The two were very similar in many ways as they had found out and Kaycee had grown to treat the girl as a colleague. But she wasn't happy about it and was almost thankful when Jace's hand passed by her arm in a "control yourself" gesture. Her twin and her were so in sync it was scary. Because of this, Kaycee did not speak up an answer to Peyton's question.

Jace, having spoken his piece, shut his mouth and proceeded to lightly control his sister. He had not missed Peyton's admiring glance when he was talking and realized suddenly how strange the other mutants must think it was for him to speak aloud. He caught the eye of Nick hidden in the crowd and rolled his eyes in Peyton's direction, knowing Nick must feel equally degraded from being told what to do by a child.

Taki shook his head fervently, knowing Noel could see him on the ground. If you still have that thing, you have got to get out of here. Don't worry about me. If they find me gone, I'm a goner after this. I don't want to die at their hands. My life is not in as much jeopardy if I am still in their care strange as that is. Seriously Noel, don't be a stupid hero!

As mutant upon mutant arrived in the lobby, Sparrow took a look around. Most were still in their pajamas with sleepy eyes and confused looks. Oh well, he would take what he could get. Suddenly, he spotted Desirae in the crowd, looking prepared for battle. He realized he could not tell her what to do here. He needed her. This was not the time to be a protective boyfriend, this was time to be a bold leader. No matter how much it pained him. With a shy smile at her, Sparrow raised a hand and waved it around in the air.
Listen up everybody.Sparrow called calmly as he clambered on to a sofa arm. Most everyone in the crowded lobby knew who Sparrow was and listened attentively as he spoke. That he was thankful for.
I hate to do this to you all but the Corporation mutants have assembled at the cliffs. He waited for the gasps and shrieks to settle before he continued. Everyone has 5 minutes to prepare themselves for an ambush. Its either they attack us or we surprise them. My brother Falcon and I will lead the party since we know where they are. I will give further instructions from there. Please do not try to be brave and attack without the group. They are dangerous mutants. However, we have all been preparing for this. We can do it. Sparrow's strong gaze found the eyes of everyone in the room. Go. Now. 5 minutes. Hurry. The group scattered and Sparrow jumped into the mob, searching for Desirae. When he finally found her, he grabbed her hand and spoke quietly.
Des, can I talk to you for a minute?

[Sinclair]

Sinclair couldn't justify it, but he found himself tugging the seven year old to his feet.

"Come on, we're going to go talk to the quiet one,"Sinclair explained. It wasn't much of a question.

Cymir nodded, not bothering to protest. The little boy had been through a lot at the hands of the archangels, after all. He was their kidnapped time traveler with the bracelet that tracked his every movement. Arguing wasn't exactly his best defense. Besides, as long as Sinclair had hold of him, he'd just transport the boy with him rather than evading him as he may have wanted to. He drew his gaze downward, reluctant to look up at any of the Archangels in the crowd that Sinclair was drawing him through. There were plenty of them who were anything but nice. Cymir was very reluctant to associate with anyone who wasn't kind to him, as it could be said about many people.

Sinclair stopped when he reached Jace. He didn't really want to be so close to Kaycee, but he pretty much ignored her. Besides, the adorable blue smurf girl was calling the shots now by the way it sounded. That suited Sinclair just fine.

"Hey. The DA doesn't want us to attack the X-Men, does he? Just to make our presence known, but not to fight them, right? Surely after the X-Men see our power and our cause many of them will join with us- we shouldn't harm potential members, they are mutants like us after all and they could provide useful. . ."Sinclair stopped talking, waiting for a response from the quieter one he knew to be Kaycee's brother. He didn't know much else about him, but knowing he was related to Kaycee seemed to be enough. Had Jace known why Sinclair was so concerned with not hurting the X-Men, he may have been less than kind but for now Sinclair was certain that the question would seem merely curious, perhaps even as a question asked to stress the logical and correct response to the situation and not to ensure that his own friend was safe- hopefully she'd have the common sense to avoid any confrontation the Archangels intended to start. Next time he saw her, he'd be sure to warn her at the very least.

Now that they had stopped, no less close to Peyton, Cymir's hand had shot up to Sinclair's in an attempt to get him to let go. He didn't want to be in the 'center' of the group, he didn't want the older kids to notice him. He wanted to feel useful, he wanted Sinclair to tell him to take him somewhere or to let go, not to try to keep him grounded as he seemed to be doing. Cymir liked to feel useful but he hated to feel trapped or stuck.

"Let go, now."Cymir ordered softly, trying to speak so that only Sin could hear him. But over the din of the crowd he found that he'd have to speak louder to even be heard at all, so he merely dropped his gaze and hand again only to find that Sinclair let his hand go a few seconds later, though he wasn't sure why. Cymir stayed by his side anyway just content that he knew he could get away now.

Desirae had intended to stay hidden, but there was no doubt in her mind that Sparrow saw her. Despite all the people around them, his gaze still stopped her in her tracks and made her watch him intently as though they were the only two there. Sometimes this wasn't a good thing, but for the moment it was fine. He went on to get everyone's attention which made Desirae smile to herself. Sparrow wasn't one to insist people listen to him often, it was mildly amusing to see him playing the role of leader. Despite the situation, she couldn't bring herself to be as serious as she should have been. At least, that was, until Sparrow began to explain exactly why they were gathered in the first place.

The Archangels were not people Desirae was foolish enough mess with. She was fearless, but more so in an ignorant way opposed to any sense of superiority that they needed to win such a battle. Beyond that, Desirae was terribly nervous considering the fact that it would be her first real battle. Not that she'd admit that. When the crowd began to disperse to change and prepare or whatever they intended to do with their five minutes, Desirae found herself following them automatically without much intention of doing anything. She was sure that she'd decide what her plan was in a moment, but for now she just wanted to have a second to think. When someone grabbed her hand Desirae jumped, her body momentarily shimmering as though she were about to vanish. She twirled around quickly only to find Sparrow. An immediate smile replaced her worried expression.

"Of course,"Desirae agreed softly in response to his question, opting out of saying anything more significant than that. She had too much on her mind to think of something casual to say to him, and besides, he wanted to talk to her. By the way he made it sound before, time was of the essence. The only thing Desirae could manage to think was that she really hoped he wouldn't take this time to say he didn't want her to go- that would be just as effective as forbidding her, but the simple suggestion would be a way to avoid making her angry. But he couldn't really expect her to sit back in the institute while everyone else ran around fighting, could he? She hoped he knew her better than that.

[Decadence]

"Freaken A, maynnn," Isabelle muttered quietly under her breath as she dragged her moccasin-covered feet back to her bedroom, too sleepy to remember the manners that her mother had taught her once upon a time. As she found herself back in the empty room, she jerked open each drawer one at a time in attempt to find something to wear. All she wanted to do was jump back into her bed, no matter how lumpy it was, and hide under the covers. Therefore, everything in every drawer just looked uncomfortable and unappealing. "I hate my life, it's full of strife, my wardrobe sucks, my sweats have ducks, it's too early for war, there's somebody at my DOOOOOR," she ranted randomly in a sing-song voice as if she was making up a song as she went along.

"Isabelle."

"Wha?" Disorientated, she looked up and around only to see that it was none other Tristan Carmichael at her door. She hadn't heard him say more than three words, let alone her name, since she had come to the Institute.

"It's time to leave. Let's go." Without even waiting for a response, he turned and left without her.

"Well, forget you then." Once again, her manners were forgotten when she was only about twenty-five percent awake. Looking down at her outfit, she sighed and bit her lip. Mumbling to herself now, she continued to sing randomly. "Sparrow's kinda strange, but Kaycee is really deranged, I have nothing to wear, people are starting to stare, I should probably close my door, so that I don't look like a whore..." Without paying much attention to what she was grabbing, she picked out a random pair of pants. Begrudgingly and reluctantly, she shed the warm, fuzzy, cute, comfortable sweats in favor of a ripped pair of jeans. Deciding that her All Time Low shirt would just have to do, she threw on a pair of flats and then rushed out the door to follow Tristan, not that she needed to. She knew exactly where the cliff was. The cliff was where she had first met Sinclair Gabriel, so without any further ado, she made her way to one of her favorite spots in Bayville.

[Noel Sanders]

NOEL

Noel continued to sit there, listening to the thoughts transmitted to him by Taki. Hero. He could never be the hero his brother was... He was the one that was always protected, wasn't it? He closed his eyes as he could feel his visions blurred. He felt so...

Helpless.

"I never wanted to be a hero. Why couldn't I help anyone... I want to help too... I don't want to be left alone anymore..." He reasoned with Taki. He felt... belonged when he was with Taki.


ESTHER

"Alright then, it's settled." Esther gave out a sigh as the final commands had been issued. If she had received the final package from that boy (Noel), things would have been much less difficult. She was so close in making the virus airborne and have the ability to find their perfect host. Deadly? you bet it was. But what was done, done. She shouldn't fret on it anymore.

She moved near to Kaycee with grace. She was still with her familiar face in the lab coat. In fact, she was the only one with a lab coat. She wasn't an Archangel but she was required to oversee how everything will go. And when things called for it --- interfere. That was how her master had wished, and she shall do it to full effect.

"Speaking of which, Kaycee." Her two hands within her lab pocket as she gave her a smile. "Leave the infection of the virus to me. Sometimes you will find that... 'contemporary' ways could be more effective."

[OOC: Esther is going Femme Fetales in the fight, so anyone who wants to be infected with either a sin or virtue please leave a message. XD]

[Coldfire]

verloren devereux
HE’LL BREAK YOUR HEART
he’s a good time cowboy casanova
leaning up against the record machine
he looks like a cool drink of water
but he’s candy coated misery

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Lore had sauntered down the hall in the middle of Sparrow's little speech, one eyebrow raised curiously. He wasn't one for fighting, however... He had never denied himself the entertainment of watching a fight. And perhaps he'd be useful and give them a few illusions here and there. However, he was not ruining his lovely face by actually fighting. Not ever.

He slipped down the stairs, calm amidst the panic and slight confusion, right over to the door, and walked right out, figuring he may as well get started on getting there early, so he could find a nice, hidden viewpoint to watch from. Yeah, that was a rather good idea. He smiled to himself as he began whistling, walking quickly, if only to avoid the crowd that would follow.

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falcon michaels
NEVER SHOULD HAVE LET GO
cause every word and every turn
and every sign points to your hurt
with every hour you're drifting
f u r t h e r a w a y

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Falcon, finishing up, shifted back into a kestrel and, nearly hitting a wall when turning too early on occasion, he flew back to the foyer, floating down to land on Sparrow's shoulder, waiting for the group to gather.

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--- stuck with Rae ---

[Phoenix]

Matt listened silently while Sparrow quickly described the current predicament. He was pretty much ready and dressed to go, as usual. He remained standing in spot while everyone else scattered to go prepare to head to the cliffs. Though if things were really as bad as they sounded, they would need every detail of what was happening.

He looked around to make sure nobody was paying attention and closed his eyes focusing. Cliffs. He thought and his body fell to the floor.

Matt opened his eyes and he was standing behind the treeline, just in the shadows beside the cliffs, and right beside where the Corporation lackeys were gathered. Gotta love astral projection. He thought stepping into the cover of the trees so he could listen in without being seen.

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Not all the X-Men will join up with us. In fact, I doubt many will join our cause. They knew the sides and have all picked theres, just like us. I say we just take them out. It was his first time speaking since his frustrated arrival with Wilder.

It's those who have not yet picked a side that we should be appealing to. Try and make them see and understand our cause instead of wasting our time on those goody two-shoes at the Institute.

[Sparrow]

Kaycee, already frustrated at not having her voice heard over Peyton's, whirled around in a huff at the sound of her name. After hearing Esther's plan, her eyes glinted with that familiar dangerous look. Oh yes? And what am I supposed to do? It's not like I'd be much use during a fight. She snapped at her partner.

Jace was surprised this random person had come to speak to him but was equally shocked when Nick responded for him. His new acquaintance hadn't seemed particularly thrilled by either his sister or the little girl and Jace was not expecting him to make his presence known again. And of course, Jace was looking forward to the fighting part and didn't really care about the others who hadn't the backbone to pick a side yet.. So instead, he just stayed silent, looking from Sinclair to Nick with a passive expression.

Taki rubbed his chin thoughtfully with his free hand. He could tell how pathetic Noel must feel from his telepathic voice that is. If only there was someway he could help... I know! Why don't you fight against the Corporation? That would be heroic and might actually help me out. Less of them gone, I might stand a better chance. Oh and if it is possible, during the battle I'm assuming they are planning, could you grab some of their items? Weapons, clothing, others? We might be able to take them down if I could just read their objects. Taki added with a sudden idea as he swung his legs absently.

The people rushed around in a colorful blur. Some, whose powers either got them there faster were heading out the door while others ran around the Institute in panic. Sparrow noticed his friend and soon-to-be groomsman Matt disappear in mid-air and hoped he would be okay. Actually, there were alot of people Sparrow was worried about on the battlefield, but he couldn't consider that now. He would just drive himself crazy. As for Desirae... Sparrow rubbed a hand over his face anxiously as he spoke what he had been planning to say since this had come up. No matter how much he hated himself for saying it. He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked in her eyes as he spoke with seriousness.
Des, I can't forbid you from coming with us. I wouldn't even if I could. But, whatever you choose to do... just don't worry about me ok? I will be fighting but I'm fighting for your safety. And remember, however this goes, I love you. I always will. You are the only one who holds my heart. He whispered the last part and kissed her softly. Their embrace would have been longer had Falcon not arrived just then in bird form.
Hey Falc, He acknowledged his brother with a grin at Desirae. Ready to beat some ass? He asked with a glint of excitement in his sky blue eyes. Sparrow had already decided to travel in cheetah form, but allowed Falcon to rest on him as he waited for Desirae's response.

[Sinclair]

Sinclair really didn't want to convert any X-Men, when all was said and done. To merely keep Isabelle safe was enough of a goal for him. But he nodded anyway to what Nick had said, surprised himself that Nick had spoken. He didn't know the boy well, only well enough to know that he was usually busy controlling the rather energetic Wilder. Wilder was hard to miss.

"I see your point,"he agreed with a shrug. He didn't expect an answer any different than that had he asked it in any other way or had he backtracked to save face in the situation. And he didn't want to cause a fight or undue stress to anyone. So he merely turned his attention to the little girl for the time being, hoping she had something interesting to say occupy him.

Desirae smiled, but she knew she should have been disappointed. Didn't Sparrow know her well enough to know that she would defend him just as he was defending her? If Sparrow got hurt. . .Desirae felt her breath catch at the mere thought. He was going to let her go. She had her way. Could she handle it? But she had to, so the smile stayed in place. After he kissed her, the smile came much easier.

"Of course, Sparrow,"she agreed. She didn't want him to worry about her, either, but it wasn't something she could help. Besides, he said that he was fighting for her, obviously he worried for her safety. And if she didn't worry for hers and the safety of others, she likely wouldn't have had any reason to go at all. Telling Sparrow that wouldn't change much in her favor.

"You better be careful, too, Falcon,"Desirae warned. Her voice sounded subdued, yet playful, as if this were all something to be amused by.

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be."Desirae answered Sparrow. She wasn't really going to be hurting anyone if she could help it, but she at least wanted him to know she was going to go, and that nothing would stall her progress.

{They better not kill her! XD She shall go around healing X-Men and Archangels (until they try to attack her, then she'll probably just keep Sparrow alive XDD) <33 She's too sweet and caring to chose a side.}

[Decadence]

"All right. Do what you need to, Esther," Peyton said with a nod of approval toward the woman in the white lab coat. Addressing the rest of her peers, she opened her binder to a particular page then cleared her throat and spoke once more.

"According to my research and observations..." Peyton's next words were a list of the full names of X-Men and a few lone mutants, along with which sins and virtues she believed would hinder them the most and why. Her reasonings were strategic and logical. She did not bother to explain how she got her information. Her methods were her secrets.

Concluding her spech, she added, "As soon as the X-Men are overwhelmed with the appropriate sins and virtues, they won't even stand a chance. The war will be ours. But we only get one shot at this, so let's make sure we get it right." She eyed a few of the more reckless archangels pointedly as if to issue a warning, then she climbed off of her stool and snapped twice to have it taken away, signalling that she was finished and returning to her cheerful morning flower-picking session without looking back.

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Tristan hiked ahead of the group, waiting for no one. He had been waiting, training, preparing for the day that he could do his part to fight for the X-Men's cause for a while. It had become rapidly embedded in his mind that to create peace between humans and mutants would be to avenge Olivia's death, so he let nothing deter him from doing everything in his power to work toward that goal. He did not waste his time with others; he'd lost his appetite and motivation for social life anyway. He did not get caught up in personalities. Simply put, he had become a machine, programmed precisely to put an end to the war between man and mutant. If at that moment, it meant slaughtering a few archangels in the process, then so be it. He marched forward.

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Hastily, Isabelle made her way from the Institute to the cliffs, not far behind Tristan. As she hiked up the trail, toward her destination, she wondered what exactly a corporation meeting would look like. Would they all be dressed in black robes with their faces hidden? Would they all be gathered around a fire, chanting in tongues while performing some sort of rain dance type ritual? Smirking, Isabelle turned to find someone to join her in her mockery, but there was only Tristan ahead of her, and he never ever laughed at her jokes, so she laughed to herself.

Finally, Isabelle reached the cliffs, only to find that the congregation of archangels was not half as amusing as she had hoped. From afar, they just looked like a regular group of teenagers plus maybe a child or two. She did, however, spot Matt hiding behind a row of trees, a somewhat safe distance from the archangels, which lightened her mood a bit. If she had to be wakened at this hour to fight in a bloody war that she didn't care about, at least she could fight it with a Beatles fan.

Taking her place near Matt, crouching to carefully hide her small figure behind the vegetation, Isabelle spoke in a hushed voice. "So these are all the Dark Angel's lackeys, huh?" she whispered in a slightly mocking tone. "They're not so scary. I think we can take 'em," she added jokingly with a playful wink.