#phasing through things going invisible and causing utter havoc

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FOR ADALINDA THIS TRIP WAS ABOUT THE CLOSEST THING to letting a child roam around a candy store freely. Politics was their domain, a game where words are used for arsenal. And it’s no secret that American representatives rarely present the concerns of the people they govern accurately but, on the issue of the future of mutant kind, the general consensus seems to agree, save for a few progressive areas. It’s the same hate speech humans have been spewing out against each other for years, long before they were even away mutants existed, even when they viewed a specific mutant as a god. History serves it’s testaments, Hitler in Germany, America during the Vietnam and Cold Wars, Syria in 1496, Turkey in what began in 1914 and took nearly ten years to put to an end. Now however, they were going to sit part in the debate. An actual witness to what one day be recorded as history, and although she isn’t worried about the fate of mutants in the slightest, she questions Charles’ decision on attending. Surely he, Erik, and a good portion of the other staff would be recognized amongst the crowd — at least Erik didn’t seem to be wearing his damned tin can hat. But, at the end of the day they were watching over a group of kids, some who feel targeted, afraid, victimized. Others who want to upset the established order, to prove to humans they are not anything they’ve ever encountered — and so what security precautions had been taken for this trip ? THAT’S WHEN SHE FEELS IT. Something comes across their senses, where the light hums and the shadows flicker. It’s a movement so quick and violent like a foreshadowing omen. A VEIL SOMEWHERE HAS SHIFTED.

The only thing she has time to do is spare a glance outside the window and try to phase their body into what looks like a ghost of black air. In the few seconds that follow the sound metal tearing apart and the wailing of everyone else on the bus pierces through their ear drums. She’s too focused on trying to hear what’s going on to actually feel the bus turning over into the grass. Once her gray eyes flutter open they reveal a world of black and white, there’s a sharp pain that aches across her body. The world slowly comes back to colour as she notices the blood seeping out of her. ❝ Bokkelul ! ❞ she hisses through her white teeth. At best their collarbone is just bruised at  and at worst well, she never really did think much of pain, not after what her father did to her all those years ago. ❝ Eriadon ! ❞ The sound of their voice is raspier — if she hadn’t gone back for the damned notebook  . . .  Adrenaline pushes aside whatever feelings of pain their body makes reference to and they begin to assess the chaos around them. Farther away from them everyone else is strewn about here and there, while the scattered remains of what once were buses lie across the road. At the moment she’s lying under the shade of a tree. The tree she saw before the bus was ripped apart, with a large amount of shade to take cover under — it dawns on her that she's teleported again. It's a fairly new power Adalinda has developed, they're no where near adept with it as they are the other applications of their powers. It's a lot more trickier too, there has to already be a shadow in existence to teleport, with enough space for her own frame to fit. But it seems sometime within the crash Adalinda was able to make it out of there before it’s final collision. Whoever did this was going to have to try a lot harder than that to kill them all. There's a shift in their essence just as there was in the balance. It’s tipped and darker now, laced with viperous ferocity. Their bloodstream ready and singing for a fight. It’s been a while since they’ve felt this way, so willing to through away the docile facade they camouflage themselves behind. Now every atom of their existence screamed to wreak utter havoc.  ❝ Only COWARDS hide behind trees and fight. ❞ The statement isn’t directed at anyone specifically partly because they can’t tell who is who at the moment. But whomever is listening would have been able to hear the sheet acidity in their tone of voice. She faces the trees in front of her, to the side there are mutants scattered across the field without any distinction if a person was a victim or assailant. Because the school was always always getting new students, it was next to impossible to get to know every single person quick enough. Whoever attacked them could easily sneak their way back to the school if they wanted to. Light begins to flicker explosively at the tips of her fingers. ❛ I hope the people behind this have faith in a God or whatever divinity because today, right now, if Eriadon is hurt in anyway, their petty systems of belief will fail them all — TELL ME . . . ARE YOUR GODS MERCIFUL ? BECAUSE I AM NOT. ❜ She projects the last part loudest in her mind just in the very likely case a telepath is listening. Her feet are quick to hit the ground, gaining momentum with each step.  Like a dart through the air she conceals herself in the natural darkness of the trees. The moss that feeds off the bark of it, the termites that eat it from the inside out. In the trees ahead they can spot the auras of people running and she continues to make way deeper into the dense forest after them, not bothering to check if anyone is following the same idea. From what she saw they all personnel was caught up with making  sure everyone is safe, and it makes her heart ping a little at not searching for Eriadon idea, but he of all people would understand why she’s doing this. It was obvious that this wasn’t just some random attack, this was planned. Someone within the school walls was conspiring against them all. They had an obligation to Eriadon, themself, to every other mutant in those buses. She had to catch at least one of the assailants for interrogation, or make them pay. And Adalinda sure as hell wasn't going to wait around for other's to come to the same conclusion. The scent of oak trees takes the air and she notices that some are running on the ground a few yards ahead of her. They shoot off sharp bolts of light in the direction they seem to be running and at the tree branches above. A couple fall but are quick to gather themselves back up and run again. Another makes a sickening snap sound as their body hits the ground. Adalinda begins to sneer and feels a distinct kind of savagery crawl all over their skin, it sends away whatever last bit of pain her collarbone gives of. The trees continue to whip by as she continues to chase after the remaining few. Her mind drifts to one of the last thoughts they had before the attack. Charles should have seen this coming ! Did he think that every person in his was was as innocent as he thought, or did he just believe he could change them all ? He appears seemingly willing to let his capacity for empathy to cost for the lives of innocents, but in reality Adalinda knows if he knew such a thing would have happened, the Professor would have done anything to stop it. However, right now she couldn’t care less about whatever emotional feelings he had right now. Her hand sends out an array of light beams trying to cover more ground, catching one of them in the ankles. Something, or rather, someone collides at her side making her yell out in pain, their eyes quick to seal shut in pain and a blinding ray of light rips out their center. The wail of her known attacker sounds in the distance, she can't tell if they're dead or badly injured as spots of blackness reemerge to cloud their vision. Adalinda brings herself up on her elbows to see no one around her. Quickly she brings a palm up to her wound and begins to cauterize it with her own light, adding another scar to match the one on her back, this time of their own volition. She picks up her body again and renders herself invisible from anyone that might be lurking by. Faintly the voices of the group can be heard a ways away.  ❝ Go now ! ❞ One of them screamed, they seemed to be carrying the boy she’d injured. ❝ YOU'RE ALL COWARDS ! You seek to murder your own people ! Have you forgotten that the humans already seek to rid themselves of us as well, including you ? ❞ Her statement is a challenge at their cause, which to them seems hollow and a waste of time. Xavier already housed both sides of the argument, peace and war with humans under one campus. Of what belief were these people that they didn't fall under either one of those two categories ? The charge seems to have given a few of them pause, and that's all she needs. In that split second of shadows rip out of the ground below and grab the three opposers and she carves the X-Men symbol on their necks before dropping two from a height that knocks them unconscious. The last one, a teleporter she witnessed jumping in and out of space above in the trees, she brings them in closer to relay a message ❝ Tell whomever sent you here that next time it will be them, and that they won't walk out of it alive. Let the bodies mark that this is NOT an empty threat and I deal only in ABSOLUTES. ❞ Then they drop them too to the ground and make their way back to the school bus. The full extent of their wound slowly washing over them. She phases out of invisibility and slowly makes her way into the crowd, face bloodied and battered.