<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s480x480/e35/c0.0.1079.1079/13391218_258924467796706_446677241_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MzI4MzU0OTk1MjYwMzkzMQ%3D%3D.2.c)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Downtown, besiged library<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Salem Summers | Cyclops, James Howlett | Old Man Logan, Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Davi Alleyne | Prodigy, Doctor Nemesis, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat, Jonothon Starsmore | Chamber<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Following orders and trying not to lose her lunch.<br/><hr/><br/>Blackout was nervous as she sat in the helicopter.  This was the first time that she'd actually been on a mission after years of training with Bishop, Logan, and everyone else.  It wasn't a combat mission, for which she was thankful for, but the fact remained that she was on a mission and there was no doubt that it could turn deadly in a heartbeat.  Hopefully, it wouldn't, but if it did, then Blackout wasn't a hundred percent sure that she would actually be able to kill someone.  Looking around at the rest of the crew, she was a bit heartened to know that at least a couple of them didn't have that same concern and would definitely aid her if it came to that.  But she was silently hoping that it wouldn't come to that and knew that, on paper, the plan was to make sure that it didn't happen.<br/><br/>For her first mission, Blackout had actually decided to mimic Kitty's outfit and found that it was a bit uncomfortable to be wearing for the first time.  But it was leather, so she supposed that she should've expected that and knew that it would eventually get comfortable if she went on enough missions and wore it enough.  Just the thought of more missions made her stomach churn a little bit as she took a deep breath.  She hoped that no one else noticed just how nervous she was as she listened to Logan give assignments.  Shielding was something she could do and do well.  It was one of the first things that had been drilled into her when it had been sorted out that her powers weren't as offensive as they were defensive and she took pride in how strong she could make them.<br/><br/>As they landed, she looked around and smiled slightly.  It was late in the evening and darkness was coming, shadows heavy and thick, giving her the material she needed to make plenty of powerful shields, among other things.  Hearing her orders coming from Logan, she nodded and quickly moved to follow Cyclops.  The girl may have only been a couple years older than Blackout, but she had been training for a lot longer and in more of a leadership role, so Blackout had no problems with following her and listening to her orders.  It was only a short walk to the command tent and Blackout stood silently outside of it, ignoring the looks that she got.  She pretended it was just because of her outfit and her blue hair and not the fact that she was a mutant and this whole issue had been sparked as a result of anti-mutant sentiment.  She found herself playing with a small ball of shadow in her hands to keep herself busy and not focused on her stomach and how uncomfortable she felt.<br/><br/>This feeling persisted even when Cyclops rejoined her and Blackout heard the report that was being sent back to Logan.  Cooperation was a good thing.  They needed to have that, otherwise this was going to be a real mess.  Following Cyclops, Blackout hesitated half a step when she realized that they were headed towards the mob.  But she quickly steeled herself and her face hardened when she was told to get on her game face.  She heard the next report and was a bit surprised.  They were going to be apprehending people?  That was a bit of a surprise to her.<strong>"You sure about this one, Cy?"</strong>she asked just loud enough for the other mutant to hear her,<strong>"There's alot of them out there.  Perhaps we should rejoin Logan and go from there?"</strong>Despite her protests on their current course of action, Blackout stuck with Cyclops, not willing to bail out on her team member despite the fact that she didn't like this at all.<br/><br/>As they drew closer and closer to the mob, she saw eyes start to land on them and the anger that had been directed at the police or the building that housed the protesters, started to shift towards them.  Taking another deep breath, she fought back the urge to vomit as her nerves threatened to get the best of her.  Instead, she focused on the ball of shadow and she'd been toying with and allowed it to shift.  It thinned out, turning into almost a disc that was about an inch thick and ran from her fingertips to her elbow, almost like a shield.  And that's exactly what it was.  She'd formed a shield, one that she could direct where ever she needed it to go and make it larger or smaller depending on what they needed.<strong>"Got your back, Cy,"</strong>she said,<strong>"Just tell me what you want me to do."</strong>