#wicked;e

[xxxxxnxmseulgi]

y’all i cant keep up with shit whats even going on anymore

anyway 

she forces a beam of magical energy up, straight up, bursting through the ceiling above her and sending debris hailing down around her as the majority of the second floor crumbles above her. (expect holes to jump over ~) 

[xxxxxnxmseulgi]

Fast. The witch and her familiar was certainly talented to make it up this far and to destroy the path for their peers behind — perhaps the late Xavier would simply be pleased enough to sit back and watch them finish, but was she? Never. Extending her influence over the young mutant’s mind, she maneuvers her to send a blast the animal’s way, knocking him clean out the side of the building before a few tweaks to the simulation opens up a hole on the ground beneath the witch’s ( and the few floors under that also ), casting her body straight back to the first.

Joohyun - because really, it could only be Joohyun - lets out a wail that pierces Seulgi’s ears just momentarily, has her dropping to her knees and extending a bubble of energy around her, hands clasping tight over her ears. She feels Jongin shift, snake scales smooth against her skin as she catches her breath- the ache of it down to her bones rattles and shakes the girl in her skin, unsteady and erratic. He’s a comfort on her shoulders - for a moment- and she thinks they’ve got this in the bag. 

But of course that would be too easy. 

Suddenly he’s gone, slammed out the side and crashing through the glass, an the vitriolic blonde swears beneath her breath. “Low blow bitch!” she snaps, because that wasn’t something she did on her own volition, and she resents the woman for manipulating her own hands to cause that kind of harm. Its easy, though, he flies in a hundred forms. He’ll be fine. Whats less easy is what comes neck. 

Suddenly she plummets, for the second time today, dropping fast, fast, faster until she is submerged and sinking. The world is a wash of blue around her, water in her ears and her nose and her mouth until she pushes up, standing in water chest deep, her shirt plastered to her skin and fuck she wouldn’t have worn white if they’d told her. Its hardly something to worry about now- she glances around the room, feline eyes darting quick over her surroundings. Debris is everywhere, dust clouding the air, the stairs a wreck, Joohyun’s screams still echoing quiet around them in a grating, aching noise that sets her teeth on edge. 

The idea that comes to her is simple- a beacon. She extends her hand to face the ceiling, palm up, and breathes, does her best to ignore the water rushing around her as she forces a beam of magical energy up, straight up, bursting through the ceiling above her and sending debris hailing down around her as the majority of the second floor crumbles above her.

[xxxxxnxmseulgi]

simulation. kji.

His objective was simple enough, if not a little cruel to all the bright, young faces just waiting to prove themselves. But, it was important still to provide them with challenges, and this was what left the headmaster in the precarious position of sabotaging his own students. Staring down at the young woman who had, miraculously enough, managed to make it out of the deathtrap that was the basement, Cyclops murmured a short apology and set off his trap.

As soon as she entered the room, a rope hidden in the ankle-high depths was tripped, snapping around her leg before dragging her upward and upside down. There, he only stood long enough to ensure that she wouldn’t be in mortal danger dangling from the chandelier before he departed.

Danger Room simulations were, as far as Seulgi was concerned, the only decent thing about the school. And the scale of this one? Beautiful. Finally, something that provided her with a chance to put her actual skills to work - thank god. It was infinitely better than sitting through sex education or being told to run laps or whatever the fuck else they found so compelling. The basement was flooding rapid in the midst of the simulation, water rippling and eddying around her feet, surging forward to knock her off balance- but one could never underestimate a witch.

With a hint of invisibility drawn over herself in an apt glamour for the moment, she decided to get a little theatrical with it. The magic that welled in her surged just as furiously as the waters creeping ever higher around her, first ensconcing herself in a field of it, rippling with a sort of repellent energy that sparkled faintly in the dim light. She breathed - as she'd been learning, meditative and in counts of seven to clear her mind - and extended her hands. Energy - magic - burst forth in waves, water displaced in its wake, twisting and shifting until two parallel walls extended to either side of her, a damp strip of flooring exposed by the undulating walls of water to either side, held back by the glimmering sheets of magic that poured forth from her.

It gave her just enough time to sprint to the stairs and up, the water collapsing back into place with a roar as she dropped the spell, for lack of a better name. Her head spun just slightly but more importantly, more worryingly, a sense of power and strength stoked fiery in her chest. The combination of soaring hormones and dizzied senses meant it was all too easy for the staff to sabotage her, a step too early and with too little care leaving the world tilting on its axis.

The surprise, the rush of blood to her head, the twist of her heart in her chest left her breathless and gasping. It took a moment to reorient herself in the room, to realize she was dangling from the opulent and unnecessary chandelier, and it left her swearing rather colorfully for a girl of such a delicate appearance, perhaps. There were a few options now, of course. The easiest would be to simply slice the rope, but there was hardly enough water at the bottom to provide a proper cushion. The fair haired girl let her eyes slide closed to save herself a modicum of dizziness, her heart racing in her chest and  her head starting to throb with the surge of blood to her face, flushing her cheeks.

It didn't take too terribly long to determine her best-case-scenario, eyes flickering open to glance over the floor beneath her before she brought her hands up to cup them around her mouth. If the boy had a modicum of sense (and she prayed that he did, or might have if she believed in things like that) he would be something with spectacular hearing and wouldn't've just flown his way up to the top already. So, helpfully, she started screaming. Not the panicked screams of a girl strung up from a chandelier, but the repetition of a single name.

"KIM MOTHER FUCKING JONGIN!"