xp_logs | Genosha: Savrola: Anarchy in Genosha

The mutants in the city make their way to the Citadel to strike back.

The deaths of Jobeth and Joseph on live television had touched off a firestorm, as protests and riots had paralyzed Hammer Bay. The Magistrates were out in force, but short of the whole sale slaughter of their own citizens, they couldn't hope to contain it. For now, they focused on protecting fire crews and trying to quell the worst of the effects. Anger fought disbelief at what they had presented, and had overwhelmed the state censors.

It was not a small group, but they tried to move like one, sneaking down side alleys and abandoned parks and construction sites. They pulled up on their way to the Citadel, trying to scout out the last stage of the route. They had been in touch with the other teams, and planned to come in through one of their initial staging points.

Jean-Paul flew lower than usual, dodging clotheslines and smoke as he tried to keep an eye on the area surrounding the group beneath him. Sometimes he ranged ahead, sometimes behind, but he stayed close enough to help should they meet any type of resistance or danger. His vantage gave him an unique view of the chaos sweeping through the city and he thought briefly of what he'd said to Joseph and Jobeth before the attack. Perhaps the Genoshan people were worth something, after all.

On the ground, Jean took point as she stepped over piles of broken glass and debris, sticking to the less open areas with the others. She kept a mental link open, playing telepathic switchboard should anyone need to relay anything. Rage poured from the people around them like blood from open wounds. All around them the roar of a spurned crowd ran rampant as people fought one another in the streets. Magistrate against citizen, citizen against citizen, even Magistrate against Magistrate. It seemed as if the entire nation was tearing itself apart.

The smoke-laden air was almost hard to breathe in some areas and she found herself occasionally coughing. She could not get Jobeth and Joseph out of her mind. Their last moments replayed over and over. She was able to keep that mental image to herself and not broadcast it, but the memory had settled upon her stiflingly, threatening to be more kindling for raging wildfire in her heart.

Jean glanced up at the Citadel in the distance. As one of the tallest buildings in the city it was not hard to find. She was almost happy to go back there. She had unresolved business.

Angelo's face was grim as he picked his way through the rubble - he'd appropriated what looked like it might have been part of a window frame but was now just a sturdy piece of wood, just in case trouble found him. His gaze, too, was locked on the Citadel.

Artie was in the middle of the group, where his lack of training and experience would be the least liability. He'd picked up a couple of knives and touched the one at his waist as he stepped around an overturned trash can. A mob of rioters moved in the distance, but they were headed the other way.

The world still looked strange to Sooraya. The colors were flat and dim and any sound had a weird quality to it. It all seemed strangely distant, almost as if she was watching a movie in the cinema instead of being there herself. From the corner of her eye she caught a Magistrate bearing down upon a two young men. The sense of anger it evoked in her also seemed strangely muted though. She was still moving to shift and help him though, almost automatically, when the Magistrate was jumped from behind and she was able to stay with the group.

Following the group at a low altitude as well, Sam shifted positions with Jean-Paul, alternating with the other mutant with staying close to the group and ranging outwards at times. The chaos was overwhelming, and he couldn't help but wonder how this country and its people would be able to recover from such a travesty. He couldn't worry about it for too long, however, since they had a job to do, and he had to steel himself to focus on that for now.

It was like something out of a movie, and Maddie's attention was torn in all directions wanting to stop and take it all in. But she pushed forward, propelled by the group surrounding her, toward their ultimate destination.

Nico ran. She didn't think, unless it was related to a spell and when she would have the time and energy to prepare it. It was tough, but she couldn't allow herself the luxury of sadness; she could be sad once every single person who were doing this got dealt with, but not before. The chaos invading the streets was a positive sign for them though; it meant they were finally doing something. All they had to do was keep pressing, no matter what. So she ran.

They took a moment to duck into the shadow of an empty garage as a cluster of Magistrates hit a group of protestors on the street near them. There was a long pause in silence, waiting to see if they were going to turn back towards their position, but fortunately, they just carried on. Raid sirens blared unnoted around them, as the odd convoy sped past trying to get into position ahead of the resistance army bearing down on the city.

"Looks like Jenny's army has them in a panic. Order is completely breaking down." Garrison noted, his cop training tumbling forward.

"They just found out their government is committing genocide. I'd hope it would break down." Bishop noted coldly.

Callisto seemed... well, not at home, exactly, but certainly less thrown by the current state of affairs than some might be. She'd been pulling ahead now and then, hitting higher ground, scaling walls and climbing buildings to get a better view of their surroundings before launching herself back off to join them once more at street level. She was her usual self, for the most part - silent, scowling, competent.

As John watched the chaos unfolding around them, all he could think about was wanting to get their people home. He made sure to keep an eye on the younger ones in the group as they made their way to the citadel, making sure they stayed close to avoid getting separated.

Artie found himself thinking 'We started a fucking war' and pushed the thought away. If he thought about it, he'd have to think about the ramifications of that. "We still don't know that what's coming after is going to be better than the current assholes," he said, projecting the words small and tight against the ground. "But it doesn't matter b.c we need 2 be moving."