Messengers. Six of them. Yet the were fully suited with a complete supply of weapons strapped to their waists and backs, and arrived in a heavy armored technological Humvee toting a heavy artillery machine gun atop it. They stepped into the soft manicured lawn, disregarding the stone pathway that lead to the mansions entrance, and marched right up to the heavy front doors. The assumed leader face mask raised, carried a folder in his hand. His other gave the door 5 heavy knocks.

On his first day back to the mansion after over a year of busting heads and justice through intimidation and violence, it was only fitting that the MRA would be announced and set into action. That was a few days ago. He found out while he was filling out leasing info to get a room in the dorms. Luckily, there was a room available in the staff quarters, and he was allowed to stay there even though he wasn't staff. He was sort of like staff at one time, being allowed to train students with the development of their abilities in the Danger Room off the record. That was a long time ago, though. For now, he would stay away from any type of staff responsibilities and just try to re-adjust to the Mansion's way of life. First thing was first: time for a morning jog.

As he put his shoes on, he couldn't help but feel the pit of dispair in his gut roll around a bit. Partly, he blamed himself for this whole MRA business. Although he saw what he had done in the past as bringing justice to those who needed it, his actions were vile and horrible in the public eye and had greatly attributed to the whole mutant hating thing the humans were so into these days. With a sigh, he tried to think of something different. He tried to think of what he would have to eat before his jog. A banana. Yeah, that'll be good for now.

After snatching a banana from the kitchen, he made his way toward the front door, remembering his old routine of stretching just outside the door, eating the banana on the way to the street, tossing the peel into that same old trash bin just outside the gate, and then jogging down his favorite path through Bayville. With his mind successfully diverted from self-loathing, he actually had a smile on his face.

That smile quickly changed into a confused grimace when he heard those forceful knocks on the door. With a mouth full of banana, he opened the door to see who it was, prepared to turn away a salesman or something like that. Unfortunately, salesmen didn't carry guns and gear like these serious gentlemen did. There was a sudden urge to power up and mow the lawn with the gun toting jerks... but he fought it. Instead of shouting, punching, and kicking, he greeted them politely.

"Good morning gentlemen, I believe you missed the sign at the gate. Weapons are prohibited on the campus. Please go drop 'em off elsewhere and come on back. Breakfast is being served. Blueberry pancakes, I think. Y'all might even make it in time, eh?"

That sinking feeling had returned, but instead of turning into self-loathing, it turned more into anger. He had to struggle with himself to keep his power from slipping from his control, but he managed it well. Right now, his primary objective was to keep these men out of the mansion and to get them away before too many students caught sight of their guns.

She was working when the knocks came surprised she'd stood dressed in old jeans with bleach stains and and old T shirt a bandanna held her hair out of her face, pulling off her gloves she made her way to the front hall only to spot one of the newcomers from answering the door. She wasn't sure who he was but it seemed a couple people recognized him apparently he'd been here before and for some reason had returned, it made her smile to think she wasn't' the only one who'd grown to think of this as 'home' instead or work or school.

his tone was polite but the word weapon got her attention and as she drew closer she suppressed a gasp, the man looked like something out of a holocaust film. She shifted 'Ah Waffles." she said not sure what else to day "I made waffles with blueberries... On of the little ones wanted them I thought it would be nice." she said looking at the men shifting she managed a smile welcoming polite these men needed to think mutants where not harmful or dangerous

"Yes if you like I can arrange some for you and your men." she said warmly forcing back the fear Bishop had once said in her position she had to look out for these students even if she was just a cook. "And coffee to if you like I'm sure making these round must be tiring." she said warmly polite proper, for once she could put Jason to good use, his attitude toward her had shaped her with perfect manners. her posture was good even in the old cloths she wore for cleaning she looked respectable, though she didn't realize that part.

Blink knew she hadn’t been the most social being around the mansion; oh sure, she had gone out to have a good time, but at the school? No, she had been keeping to her self. Knowing that she would have to break out of her shell of weariness of saying the wrong thing, she decided for the first time, she would join them for the communal breakfast. It wasn’t a large first step, but it was still a step.

Dressing in her usual uniform, she debated with herself about bringing her quiver of javelins, but finally strapped it to her back. If she was going to put her self into an uncomfortable situation, she was at least going to keep something familiar with her. If nothing else, it was something she recognized, with its familiar weight against her.

It only took her a few minutes to make her way through the winding halls to the stairs that led to the main floor; she had just begun her walk to the kitchen when a set of violent knocks rang out. Not knowing if there was someone to get it, she headed toward the door. Sure, she probably wasn’t the best person to answer, pink skin and all, but she could be polite just like anyone else. She stopped just inside the entry way, as it seemed someone had already answered it; from her place, Blink couldn’t really see through the door, but she could hear clearly enough. What she heard set her on edge.

Weapons? Who is stupid enough to come here armed? She didn’t like any of the answers she could come up with, especially with the recent news of mutant registration. For her, it had been like a slap in the face. The ease at which the registration could be turned into mutant hunting was too hauntingly familiar, and she refused to be a prisoner again. She shook her head to draw herself from her memories and edged closer, just in case something went wrong.

The leader stone gazed deep into the mutant's eyes for a long, hard moment, enough time for one of the younger agents behind him to roll his eyes an mumble under his breath "Dumbass muties..."

Finally, the man in charge spoke. "Sir, you're clearly ill-informed of the happenings in your state and country." he folded his hands behind his back in a mock parade rest and took a deep breath before staring enthusiastically, militaristic at the man. "For the more ignorant indivduals...'

Another soldier snickered.

"...The Cortex Corporation has established authorization by the government to carry weaponry where, we see fit, especially, but not limited to, areas where hostile... individuals... may or may not reside. If, sir, that is still not plain enough for you to understand. It means that we the Cortex Corporation, are the law, and can carry weapons wherever we damn please. Would you tell an officer to disarm himself before walking on your grounds? He didn't allow time for an answer. "I didn't think so. Sir, I highly recommend that you thoroughly read through the contents of this statement. The law requires that this school, and thus everyone residing within it, register in accordance with the Mutant Registration Act within the week or we will be forced to take action." He shoved the folder towards the mutant.

One of the young, dumber soldiers behind his captain eyed the black man with a sly smile, and made a play gun with his hand, and moved his thumb, signifying a shot it him, making a small missile sound effect to accompany it. His buddy nearby nudged him and laughed, the others (save for the leader) quietly joining in.

Oooh, the urges... Those violent urges. This was all he needed right now. Being the man that he was, Chris was all about giving respect where it was due, therefore, he felt that people should respect him as equally as he respected them, no matter who was in the right. This situation went against that principal so darned much that Chris almost cracked. Almost. The banana in his hand was mush by the time the folder was shoved to him. He half-listened to the leader's babbling about his authority, his gun, blah-blah-blah, but was more focused on the dumb soldier behind him.

"Is that so," Chris said, his words steamrolled by the rest of what the leader had to say. Not like he was paying all that much attention to the masked man and his little proclamation folder or whatever. Taking the folder, Chris returned his eyes to the leader, matching the coldness in his stare, cold enough to make an ice cube shiver. "Guess that means y'all ain't stayin' for breakfast, eh buddy? I'll have your share of waffle, then."

Noticing the soldier in back do his little mock gun with his hand, sound effects included, Chris mimiced him with his own gun-finger... but with his came a jolt of energy that was strong enough to rattle a man's brains to mush before he even hit the ground. The soldiers then opened fire on him, called for backup, stormed the mansion, and took everyone prisoner....

....And then Chris snapped out of his little fantasy, ignored the dumb soldier, and regained his cold stare into the leader's eyes. He let those eyes burn into his head. He'd remember them... "I'll be lookin' for you if... no, when you come back. Don't you dare punk out, either."

With words exchanged, respect denied, proclamation delivered, and manhood challenged, Chris stepped back inside, reaching to move Ella safely away from the door, and then slammed it hard enough to scare a chicken into full flight. "Nuthin' to see here," he said over his shoulder to whoever was in earshot as he stormed off toward the Headmaster's office.

Ella smiled lightly shifting forward "That's true I'm sure or you wouldn't be here but I'm sure a man of your experience would hardly say a child is dangerous would you?" she said it was a veiled flattering tone she'd perfected to ease Jason's tempers it flowed like water easy and pure, inside she feared, what would they do, temper was rolling off this new man in waves the tension of his body everything had her on alert. she knew these signs maybe what had happened could be of use to her after all. after the man explained the position of his company she smiled

"We do know sir and we'll be sure to do what we can we'd hate to cause any trouble, our first priority is the safety and comfort of our students just as your is the comfort of the citizens, all citizens am I right?" she said warmly "It's a pleasure to meet someone who takes his job so seriously I'm sure with men like you around working on enforcement we'll reach a peaceful niche in no time." she said warmly casting the mock gun soldier a warm smile.

"Since your not staying I'd like to thank you for taking the time to ensure we received this information, it's gracious of you please ensure to extend thanks to your company from us for your hard work." she said warmly "Have a pleasant day gentlemen and please keep off the grass when you leave." The other man said his piece but before she could say anything else she was pulled back and the door was slammed

"That... wasn't a good idea." she said weakly "We have students to consider the best course of action right now is to not rile anyone up." she implored "it's not pleasant to swallow your pride I'm sure But there's more then you at stake if they decided to invaded this school because they feel it's a threat." she said in a soft reasonable tone "I'm sorry berating you we haven't been properly introduced, I'm Ella." she said before he stormed off letting out a long shaking breath

Blink felt a familiar rage rising in her; it had served her well in battle to fuel her adrenaline, but always failed her when it came to thinking things through. For a hired gunman (at least as far as she was concerned), he wasn’t smart enough to realize just how dangerous it was to insult mutants like that. Of course, he could have been trying to start a fight so they had a reason to use those guns of theirs. Either way it didn’t matter. She would not register with anyone; she would not make it easy for them to hunt her down.

She heard, more than saw, the soldier make a threat against them and only just managed to stop her self from grabbing one of her javelins. Right now, things were to tense for her to be showing an active move toward an attack, but that did not stop her from quietly stating her opinion of the ‘people’ who stood outside.

“One portal… just one portal and they are on the moon and out of our hair,” she muttered darkly. She almost chuckled at her fellow mutant’s response to the leader’s remarks, but kept it to herself; a grim look of satisfaction spread across her face as he slammed the door shut. She ignored his comment about nothing to see, and silently watched him walk away, ignoring the other girl’s introduction. Carefully, she stepped into view.

“Hello, Ms Ella. I’m Blink,” slowly the anger was leaving, and worry was filling the void it left behind. They needed a plan or at the very least, a consensus. If the school and its students registered, excuses would be made to arrest them. If they didn’t register there would certainly be a raid. People could die either way.

“Would it be wise to go after him?”

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~Exit the Ccorp.~

The sound of Ella's voice, as calm and serene as it was, was enough to set him off balance. So much, in fact, that he almost stumbled. Straightening his posture, he considered what she said, not yet ready to turn around and face her and the other young lady. He had to fix his face first. He couldn't let them see the same fury in his eyes that he had directed at the CCorp gunmen. It took a few seconds until he regained a much calmer expression, one that was more apologetic than anything.

"I guess you're right, Ms. Ella," he said, scratching his head idly and glancing at his shoes. "Only, its not quite pride. Its just that... I've seen this mansion blown to bits, right before my eyes..." It was true. And afterwards, he was trucked off to some location in Arizona with a few of his friends and treated worst than a stray dog in an overpopulated kennel. He wouldn't dare speak of that, though. Not here, not now. "When someone makes a threat to our folks like that I just get all... angry-like. Well anyway, I'm Chris. Nice to meet'cha."

With a nod for each of the ladies, he finally regained his composure. "I best be getting these papers to the staff. S'cuse me, y'all." With that, he politely excused himself and started to walk away.