Rules Are Meant To Be Broken (open)

[axelle rosa]

Axelle Rosa was normally very good. She did her homework, worked hard, was polite to everyone, and of course never broke the rules which had been set. All that being said, she didn't exactly know what had possessed her to sneak out of the school, despite the Headmaster's rules, and the Danger Room sessions she'd get if she got caught. Were Saul here, he'd probably tease her, calling her out on trying to be a rebel.

But that wasn't exactly what she was trying to do. No, Axelle was curious about the world she had found herself in. And it wasn't exactly easy to get a teacher to escort anyone into the world outside of the school. Everyone was busy with their own lives and struggles, so the only way she could see the grand state of New York was to break a few rules. Or at least bend them a bit.

Grey eyes scanned the area she had wandered into. It was...quaint in her mind, with all the shops. It wasn't grand, not like Paris was, or like New York was said to be. But it was by no means an empty wasteland, and so she was happy. Axelle paused for a moment, looking up at a sign dictating one place as the Grind Stone Café. She smiled slightly, remembering the name being thrown around a lot by the students and staff.

<<This could be fun,>> Axelle thought to herself as she slowly began to walk around the town center, pausing to look in windows at the various items the stores were displaying. <<It is quite pretty here, at night. There is a sort of excitement in the air, or perhaps it is just me.>> She giggled quietly, bending over to touch the petal of a potted flower. Mums. She had always loved mums.

Axelle straightened, looking around her with a carefree smile.

[cole mercer]

Rules were meant to be broken right? Well Cole thought so he also spent most of his time on the roof, that was why a girl leaving the academy by foot caught his eye. He grabbed his mask and coat, taking off after her. This chick could get hurt out there. Like Atta.....he wouldn't let that happen not to anyone else. Those machines would pay for it, this way he could say he was helping another student not being reckless. Logan may not kill him for that right?

Well whatever the case he was following this girl to keep her safe. Humans were dangerous building macbines to attack mutants? Hatred, fear, Atta had told him to be careful. That these things were dangerous machines. Machines capable of surviving Atta's power but Cole wouldn't be so easy he would beat these machines. He followed the young girl using his power to move up to the roof. Following her quietly as he noticed who she was.

Albino, she was a student, a few grades below but he was more experienced in using his powers he was in more advanced classes. He had been almost to his senior year in high school. His powers were mastered essentially but not all were as lucky as him. That was when he saw them. Big group of people who looked intent on hurting mutants. They were after the girl their hateful chants echoing towards her. His mask was on and he was moving towards her. His hand grabbing steel marbles from the pouch as he watched the group approach the young girl what was her name? Cole couldn't remember, but he knew she was a student and the people in that group didn't seem to care if she was a mutant or not. She was an albino and apparently that meant mutant now. Racist little....

Cole calmed himself and soon took up position. He heard them yelling at the girl.

"Look everyone another mutie"

"What if she isn't one?"

"Who cares still a freak"

The man said raising a small 9mm. Cole sprung into action using his powers to lighten the fall he then fired a marble at the gun leaving a massive hole in it. There he stood horned gas mask, coat with a slingshot on his back. The people froze as he spoke.

"run..."

The mutant haters muttered curses and ran. That display of power did the trick he waited for them to get further away and then turned taking off his mask. Showing who he was hoping she recognized him.

"you ok? Guessing you didn't know not a lot of people like anything mutant related here. So recognize me yet? "

He spoke with a friendly tone and a big goofy smile. Trying to seem inviting, friendly, familiar.

[axelle rosa]

It was the sound of voices behind her drew her attention from the quiet center. She turned, her smile falling from her lips as she saw the group approaching her. A shiver ran through her as she heard them call her out as a mutant. Axelle stumbled backwards, eyes searching for a plant she could use as a weapon. They landed on the mums she had just passed, before darting back towards the group. She stepped forward, and plucked one with a long stem. She moved to snap her arm out, transforming the mum into a whip, and a weapon against them, only to freeze as she saw it. The gun.

And then she was back in Paris, watching a stranger murder her brother. She could almost feel his blood between her fingers as she tried to slow the bleeding. The flower slipped from her fingers as she stared at the gun. Would she go the same way Saul did? She swallowed drily, resignation settling in. There was no one around to stop it, and she doubted that even with her powers she'd be able to stop the attacks which were bound to come once she showed that she was a chlorokinetic. She lifted her hands in a show of surrender, eyes widening as she noticed an approaching masked figure. The figure threw something at the gun, blowing a hole in the side of it. The anti-mutant group scattered with a single word from the masked guy.

"Who are you?" Axelle asked, unsure of whether to thank him or run away. After a moment he took off his mask, revealing shock of silver hair. She blinked a few times, recognizing the boy from the Institute. Had he followed her? It didn't matter if he had, she still owed him her thanks. Although she was blanking on his name. Smiling, she nodded at him. "Oui I am fine. Thank you for saving me. You go to the school."

He looked like he had walked straight out of a video game, but it worked for him. Axelle wondered if he'd be insulted if she dubbed him Riku or Dante. She was much better with nicknames than with real names after all.

[cole mercer]

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Cole watched the men run away and even how her powers worked, she used plants and could modify them from the looks of it. But before she could do anything the man had pulled the gun and she seemed to freeze. Maybe she had some kind of trauma, maybe she just didn't like guns, not that anyone really did especially if you were a mutant, he knew there was something up with this girl. Then he had sprung into action, the landing went well, he had used his velocity manipulation to stop the impact of his fall. It was another nifty thing he could use his power for. He then fired the marble with precision and damn good precision if he did say so himself. He had stopped them dead in their tracks and the group scattered in fear.

Part of him regretted having to resort to fear to make them react, but he had no choice, it didn't help mutants look any better but these weren't normal people these were evil people, these were bigots, racists, people fearing that which they didn't understand. He remembered the words of his professors, always telling him not to fault those who simply didn't understand. He didn't like it, they were evil in his eyes, hating people for being born differently than them. The phrase "History Repeats itself" came to mind, how many times in history had this happened, people judged by their appearances, religion, and even the way they were born. It was a constant struggle the world faced so very often.

The girl was innocent, she didn't recognize him at first either but then again his silver hair was a dead give away to who he was. She had asked who he was and then realized who he was. She was ok that was what he needed to know. She was safe, the teachers would be angry, he had broken the curfew before though, many times, him and Atta had probably broken more rules than they cared to remember. Collectively leaving on a regular basis for them to train. He was proud to say Atta had a good grasp on what she was doing now.

That didn't stop whatever monstrosity attacked her not too long ago. He was angry, angry at the people who built those machines, the people who supported them, how no one stood up and said anything, how when they defended themselves they were vilified for it. His parents had always taught him to be understanding, caring, to never judge anyone on their appearance or anything of the sort. Bigots, the lot of em', he quickly snapped to and smiled extending his hand to the fellow student.

[color=CED8F6][b] “Cole Mercer, well or as some people around here started calling me Slingshot. I guess you really don't know much about this city huh? It isn't safe to leave the academy alone, especially at night.” [/b][/color]

When she took his hand he would help her to his feet and keep up that smile.

[color=CED8F6][b] "But tell ya what, you looked like you want to explore the city so how about I guide you?"[/b][/color]

Cole wouldn't let her just wander around alone, that was unsafe, especially in light of recent events. Did part of him hope that those machines would show up? Of course he was itching for some payback, Atta was his friend, his first friend, his closest friend. Cole believed in understanding and forgiveness, but he also believed in justice, and those machines were evil, he hoped they showed, it would give him exactly what he wanted.


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[b][color=CED8F6]TAG:Axelle[/color][/b]
[b][color=CED8F6]WEARING: Slingshot attire[/color][/b]
[b][color=CED8F6]NOTES: WHOOT COLE STUFF[/color][/b]
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[axelle rosa]

Axelle stared up at the boy as he offered a hand to her, introducing himself as Cole Mercer. Her smile stretched as she heard it, thinking about his name, <<Mercer...like mercy. Or mercenary. Both would be accurate, it seems.>> With a name to the familiar face, Axelle found herself much more comfortable around him. Not wanting to be at his feet when she introduced herself, she took his hand, and got on her own two feet.

"Oui, Slingshot does seem to be fitting. I am Axelle Rosa." Grey eyes scanned the center warily, before landing back on Cole. Sheepish, and attempting to cover up the fact that she was still scared, she shrugged slightly, "I do not know much about America at all. I am not from 'ere. But I will take your advice, Cole."

She turned to head back to the school, biting down on her lip. She was bête comme ses piedo. Une completement debilee. She should have known better than to have gone out. Cole's voice cut through her mental scolding, offering to show her around town. Axelle's eyes lit up as she spun around to face him, smiling once again.

"Merci, Cole. Merci!" She threaded her fingers together, and planned to follow him once he began to lead the way, struggling not to hug him. Even though physical affection was a staple in day-to-day interactions in her country, most of what she had seen the other students do was limited in that area. She doubted that Cole would take very kindly to her tackling him in a hug. He might react to things in the same way that Sascha did.

Axelle frowned as the image of the other albino came to her mind. While she and Sascha were not extremely close by any means, she still considered him a friend. The news that he had been attacked had horrified her. Despite his brash personality, he was still a nice person. He hadn't deserved what had happened to him. But there was something she was forgetting.

Someone to be exact. Every time she had seen Cole around the Institute, there had been a girl with him. A very pretty girl, whom Axelle was positive would knock her out if the French girl ever told her so. And, unless she was horribly mistaken, that girl was also attacked by machines. How was Cole dealing with that if it really was his friend?

Axelle tossed a concerned look Cole's way, wondering if she should voice her thoughts. Deciding against it, as she could be wrong, but no matter what it'd be uncomfortable. She didn't want to push someone away so soon. But thinking of the attacks made her wonder: what if there were machines out there tonight? And if they showed up, should she try to fight them?

The answer was yes. After what they did, she had to fight. They hurt people, someone she knew, and that wasn't alright. If the machines showed up, she would have to be ready. Spotting another flower bed, Axelle made her way towards it, plucking two flowers from it. Closing her grey eyes, she focused on the stems, forcing them to wrap around her left wrist like bracelets. There. That way if she needed a weapon, she'd have them on hand.

((Post is sucky. Carry on.))

[cole mercer]

Cole was not the type to reject physical interaction, hell he had been the first person Atta had touched in some time. He felt it was a necessary part of being human was to crave physical interaction with others. Some had not felt the same, he had spent weeks with Atta ((and after several shocks)) before she even let him hug her. Then again they had become inseparable as of late. He hadn't left her side after she was hospitalized,he had also spent his nights out hoping for one of those walking toasters to attack him so he could turn it into scrap and have a new trophy to show Atta. However he wasn't looking for a fight now, no now he was looking out for a younger student.

He had no idea she was of some French heritage, either that or she was unable to resist using the accent. He saw her restraint and the concern. The rumors around the academy were what made him bust through several orderlies to get to Atta. If he had heard them then surely others had, Atta was ok though, shaken up but after he had shown up and refused to leave without her she had perked up and shown that fire he liked so much. The thought of Atta combined with the look of concern on the young Axelle's face told him she probably had too. But Cole just smiled and spoke.

"Gonna guess you heard about Atta....shes ok now so don't worry. Plus those walking scrap heaps won't survive against me. I guess we should get moving."

He said he soon motioned for her to get on his back and hoped she would know to hold on tight as he soon was launched in to the air using his power to lessen the impact of each landing as to make it seem like nothing more than another normal step. Landing on a nearby rooftop and soon he was moving to the next one with ease, granted he had spent a year ((and several weeks on crutches)) perfecting this skill. He soon stopped on one particularly tall building that had an amazing view of the city. He then let her down from his back and smiled a big dorky smile.

"well I guess now as good a time as any to explain my power is velocity manipulation. I can use it to throw stuff at people or to leap around, or even lessen the speed and force of anything I touch and vice versa. Makes getting around easier but uh. Heres a view you should see."

He said with a grin as he motioned to the view of the city several stories below them still a light with life.