X-men/Marvel RP! (looking for a temporary Storm replacment)

Time skip to...?

Summer	41.7%	[ 5 ]
New Years Eve morning	33.3%	[ 4 ]
Spring	25.0%	[ 3 ]
Total Votes:			[ 12 ]

[Alara Morningstar]

((Funny part of it is, what is she gonna think when she finds out Lazuli isn't just some 17-18 year old and is actually in her mid-twenties? For now she's lucky she can be viewed as just a kid but there's a bit of a gap between her real age, where she's at mentally regardless of how naive she is, and her physical. A 18 year old flirting with Kurt is very different from a 24 year old. The key wording in there was "still".))

[Tyler Aesnland Rubyre]

Tyler couldn’t say anything after she left, the only thing he did was pull out a scalpel from his sleeve, a diamond edge he build when he was twelve, and then proceeded to cut his finger with it, as he watched the blood trickle down into the dirt below he watched his healing factor kick in, he looked up at the building and instead of following he chose a gravestone, and sat upon it balancing on it as he sighed.

Tyler depressed
“I don’t really ever want to kill anyone ever again, but I know I’m going to have to….my future my past and my present is nothing but blood.”

Tyler closed his eyes and began to meditate on the grave stone, he wondered if now would be the best time to leave or if he should stay and see if she is ok, he never really was good with women, the only women who he knew wanted him one wanted to steal his life force the other he couldn’t remember.

[Ajax [The Holy Fire]]

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James "Logan" Howlett
Wolverine


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((OOC: Alright, imma' see if i can force out an "Innocent_Lamb" sized post here.. let's see how i do..))

The outside air was clean, crisp, and the most absolute greatest temperature to be doing any type of sport since there was always that break of calm before a storm would begin to which Logan knew would come since his senses were incredibly on a high scale today. Even sitting next to the pool which he was currently at, Logan could tell the ratio of chlorine to chemicals that were put in the pool and just how much was needed to completely clean out the entire Olympic sized perimeter of the pool. Knowing him, Logan didn't just check the pool by senses, he had to dive right in and feel the imbalance of the chemicals, proving this theory as he had gotten up and removed his shirt, his boots, and his socks. Leaving the jeans on since he couldn't care less if they would get wet or not, Logan had arched his body forward so that his hands were palmed together and aimed directly at the surface of the pool. Letting momentum take care of the rest, Logan felt his body fall forward and went with the motion, his hands hitting the water first and splitting the water in front of him in half so his head could make safe contact with the water and not have to deal with the pain of a faceplant. Now fully underwater and feeling as the cold water seeped through his jeans, Logan opened his eyes underwater and began to swim from the left most side of the pool to the very end, then to the right side and finally to the beginning all over again to make a grand scale search just in case anyone left anything underwater.

As soon as his little underwater exploration was finished, Logan had resurfaced at the water covered steps that led down to the shallow end of the pool and stood up, walking out of the pool and over to where his clothes were that way he could get something dry on in the time being while he would look around. Having a bit of a struggle, but managing to get his socks on then his boots, Logan had soon slipped his shirt over his head and on his body, feeling an extra ounce of warmth warm his chest and stomach then dried his hair out his way by shaking it violently until it was all fizzled out and poofy which made him almost look like a hippie which he ended within seconds. Combing his fingers through his hair until it was straight back and mostly covering his ears, Logan didn't really worry about the appearance of his hair as much as how it would be styled which was something that he took to importance since he was known for having one hairstyle, and that one hairstyle was getting too old in his taste. He was thinking of leaving to get his haircut at one of the nearby haircut stores in town but couldn't find the inspiration to need a haircut in the first place. With nothing else to do outside and having gone through a relaxing swim in the pool, Logan wanted to go back indoors to his room but figured since he was drenched, Xavier would have a bit of a fit since it wouldn't have been the first time that Logan would have gone and done something like that before. Looking towards the direction of the woods, Logan figured that he would get drier quicker if he did a bit of running so with a slight adjustment of his jeans so they were more comfortable despite the wetness of the pants slinging to his body, Logan dropped to a three-point stance and within a 5 seconds period, began his mile run through the forest and utilized low branches as swinging obstacle course drills.

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Victor Creed
Sabretooth


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His nap was undisturbed and to that fact Victor was quite happy with what he had been given, knowing that if he were to have to share a room with someone he would be the only one getting the comfy bed on the right of the cell while the other person would be getting the same bed but on the left side. The only difference between the beds being that Victor's was then marked as his, having had his name carved on the front of the bed with his razor sharp nails that he had filed earlier till they could even tear away at metal. In his head he had already planned several ways that he could escape from this place, but there was still many rooms he hadn't explored yet, many questions he needed answered and quite a bit of answers he needed to tell Logan about recent events that led to Victor becoming seemingly more questionable about Magneto's nature. Of course with Magneto being pronounced dead as he had both heard from the news updates before he was taken here and having lived to hear the gun shot go off, Victor couldn't help but sit on the edge of the bed and contemplate who were the top possible candidates to fulfill the role of being leader of the Brotherhood since he wouldn't be able to get the part due to his absence of being held in a Steel cell away from his home at the Brotherhood Hideout. The only probable people that he could think of were Pyro which he knew couldn't possibly head a team worth a damn, Toad who would end up probably ******** up the Brotherhood more then it already was, and then there was Mystique to whom he had no doubts about at all.

Thoughts of what Mystique what do as head of The Brotherhood had begun to play out in his head which in context wasn't bad to think about, but with the factor that Mystique had a thing for him and he wasn't sure what to do about it, Victor was torn in an internal battle of whether he should trust the woman that seemingly loves him, or attempt to head the Brotherhood himself to see just how much of a better leader he could make then Magneto. Sure the thought of it was nice, but any further thoughts about the matter were at the moment put on hold with the newest addition to his cell by means of an escort, the man looking in his near late twenties, dark shadow of a recently shaven mustache and goatee and the face of someone who pretty much looked as if he were made to be an X-Men. Victor's profiling technique was most of the time used for personal reasons so that he could end up second guessing a person before he opens his mouth and in this situation, he wouldn't treat this man any different then he did the rest. It dawned on him however that if the man were locked up in this cell with him, obviously there was a cause for question that the idea that he looked like an X-Men could actually end up becoming a lie, and the man that Victor shared a cell with could end up actually being a Brotherhood member. Either way, Victor just felt a negative vibe about the person which didn't always lead to good ending if you've ever went into his dark past. Laying back down on his bed and bringing up his right knee slightly up so that it was bent comfortably, Victor had searched through his trenchcoat pockets and had found his knife, playing around with it a bit before tilting his head and asking the new intruder "So, you end up pissin' off the X-Freaks as bad as i did or is today just not your lucky day?".

[Vampi_Fang]

Ajax [The Holy Fire]

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James "Logan" Howlett
Wolverine


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((OOC: Alright, imma' see if i can force out an "Innocent_Lamb" sized post here.. let's see how i do..))

The outside air was clean, crisp, and the most absolute greatest temperature to be doing any type of sport since there was always that break of calm before a storm would begin to which Logan knew would come since his senses were incredibly on a high scale today. Even sitting next to the pool which he was currently at, Logan could tell the ratio of chlorine to chemicals that were put in the pool and just how much was needed to completely clean out the entire Olympic sized perimeter of the pool. Knowing him, Logan didn't just check the pool by senses, he had to dive right in and feel the imbalance of the chemicals, proving this theory as he had gotten up and removed his shirt, his boots, and his socks. Leaving the jeans on since he couldn't care less if they would get wet or not, Logan had arched his body forward so that his hands were palmed together and aimed directly at the surface of the pool. Letting momentum take care of the rest, Logan felt his body fall forward and went with the motion, his hands hitting the water first and splitting the water in front of him in half so his head could make safe contact with the water and not have to deal with the pain of a faceplant. Now fully underwater and feeling as the cold water seeped through his jeans, Logan opened his eyes underwater and began to swim from the left most side of the pool to the very end, then to the right side and finally to the beginning all over again to make a grand scale search just in case anyone left anything underwater.

As soon as his little underwater exploration was finished, Logan had resurfaced at the water covered steps that led down to the shallow end of the pool and stood up, walking out of the pool and over to where his clothes were that way he could get something dry on in the time being while he would look around. Having a bit of a struggle, but managing to get his socks on then his boots, Logan had soon slipped his shirt over his head and on his body, feeling an extra ounce of warmth warm his chest and stomach then dried his hair out his way by shaking it violently until it was all fizzled out and poofy which made him almost look like a hippie which he ended within seconds. Combing his fingers through his hair until it was straight back and mostly covering his ears, Logan didn't really worry about the appearance of his hair as much as how it would be styled which was something that he took to importance since he was known for having one hairstyle, and that one hairstyle was getting too old in his taste. He was thinking of leaving to get his haircut at one of the nearby haircut stores in town but couldn't find the inspiration to need a haircut in the first place. With nothing else to do outside and having gone through a relaxing swim in the pool, Logan wanted to go back indoors to his room but figured since he was drenched, Xavier would have a bit of a fit since it wouldn't have been the first time that Logan would have gone and done something like that before. Looking towards the direction of the woods, Logan figured that he would get drier quicker if he did a bit of running so with a slight adjustment of his jeans so they were more comfortable despite the wetness of the pants slinging to his body, Logan dropped to a three-point stance and within a 5 seconds period, began his mile run through the forest and utilized low branches as swinging obstacle course drills.

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Victor Creed
Sabretooth


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His nap was undisturbed and to that fact Victor was quite happy with what he had been given, knowing that if he were to have to share a room with someone he would be the only one getting the comfy bed on the right of the cell while the other person would be getting the same bed but on the left side. The only difference between the beds being that Victor's was then marked as his, having had his name carved on the front of the bed with his razor sharp nails that he had filed earlier till they could even tear away at metal. In his head he had already planned several ways that he could escape from this place, but there was still many rooms he hadn't explored yet, many questions he needed answered and quite a bit of answers he needed to tell Logan about recent events that led to Victor becoming seemingly more questionable about Magneto's nature. Of course with Magneto being pronounced dead as he had both heard from the news updates before he was taken here and having lived to hear the gun shot go off, Victor couldn't help but sit on the edge of the bed and contemplate who were the top possible candidates to fulfill the role of being leader of the Brotherhood since he wouldn't be able to get the part due to his absence of being held in a Steel cell away from his home at the Brotherhood Hideout. The only probable people that he could think of were Pyro which he knew couldn't possibly head a team worth a damn, Toad who would end up probably ******** up the Brotherhood more then it already was, and then there was Mystique to whom he had no doubts about at all.

Thoughts of what Mystique what do as head of The Brotherhood had begun to play out in his head which in context wasn't bad to think about, but with the factor that Mystique had a thing for him and he wasn't sure what to do about it, Victor was torn in an internal battle of whether he should trust the woman that seemingly loves him, or attempt to head the Brotherhood himself to see just how much of a better leader he could make then Magneto. Sure the thought of it was nice, but any further thoughts about the matter were at the moment put on hold with the newest addition to his cell by means of an escort, the man looking in his near late twenties, dark shadow of a recently shaven mustache and goatee and the face of someone who pretty much looked as if he were made to be an X-Men. Victor's profiling technique was most of the time used for personal reasons so that he could end up second guessing a person before he opens his mouth and in this situation, he wouldn't treat this man any different then he did the rest. It dawned on him however that if the man were locked up in this cell with him, obviously there was a cause for question that the idea that he looked like an X-Men could actually end up becoming a lie, and the man that Victor shared a cell with could end up actually being a Brotherhood member. Either way, Victor just felt a negative vibe about the person which didn't always lead to good ending if you've ever went into his dark past. Laying back down on his bed and bringing up his right knee slightly up so that it was bent comfortably, Victor had searched through his trenchcoat pockets and had found his knife, playing around with it a bit before tilting his head and asking the new intruder "So, you end up pissin' off the X-Freaks as bad as i did or is today just not your lucky day?".

Good work.]]

yeah I know it was obnoxious of me to quote the entire post. hahahahha]]

[Tyler Aesnland Rubyre]

Vampi_Fang

Ajax [The Holy Fire]

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James "Logan" Howlett
Wolverine


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((OOC: Alright, imma' see if i can force out an "Innocent_Lamb" sized post here.. let's see how i do..))

The outside air was clean, crisp, and the most absolute greatest temperature to be doing any type of sport since there was always that break of calm before a storm would begin to which Logan knew would come since his senses were incredibly on a high scale today. Even sitting next to the pool which he was currently at, Logan could tell the ratio of chlorine to chemicals that were put in the pool and just how much was needed to completely clean out the entire Olympic sized perimeter of the pool. Knowing him, Logan didn't just check the pool by senses, he had to dive right in and feel the imbalance of the chemicals, proving this theory as he had gotten up and removed his shirt, his boots, and his socks. Leaving the jeans on since he couldn't care less if they would get wet or not, Logan had arched his body forward so that his hands were palmed together and aimed directly at the surface of the pool. Letting momentum take care of the rest, Logan felt his body fall forward and went with the motion, his hands hitting the water first and splitting the water in front of him in half so his head could make safe contact with the water and not have to deal with the pain of a faceplant. Now fully underwater and feeling as the cold water seeped through his jeans, Logan opened his eyes underwater and began to swim from the left most side of the pool to the very end, then to the right side and finally to the beginning all over again to make a grand scale search just in case anyone left anything underwater.

As soon as his little underwater exploration was finished, Logan had resurfaced at the water covered steps that led down to the shallow end of the pool and stood up, walking out of the pool and over to where his clothes were that way he could get something dry on in the time being while he would look around. Having a bit of a struggle, but managing to get his socks on then his boots, Logan had soon slipped his shirt over his head and on his body, feeling an extra ounce of warmth warm his chest and stomach then dried his hair out his way by shaking it violently until it was all fizzled out and poofy which made him almost look like a hippie which he ended within seconds. Combing his fingers through his hair until it was straight back and mostly covering his ears, Logan didn't really worry about the appearance of his hair as much as how it would be styled which was something that he took to importance since he was known for having one hairstyle, and that one hairstyle was getting too old in his taste. He was thinking of leaving to get his haircut at one of the nearby haircut stores in town but couldn't find the inspiration to need a haircut in the first place. With nothing else to do outside and having gone through a relaxing swim in the pool, Logan wanted to go back indoors to his room but figured since he was drenched, Xavier would have a bit of a fit since it wouldn't have been the first time that Logan would have gone and done something like that before. Looking towards the direction of the woods, Logan figured that he would get drier quicker if he did a bit of running so with a slight adjustment of his jeans so they were more comfortable despite the wetness of the pants slinging to his body, Logan dropped to a three-point stance and within a 5 seconds period, began his mile run through the forest and utilized low branches as swinging obstacle course drills.

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Victor Creed
Sabretooth


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His nap was undisturbed and to that fact Victor was quite happy with what he had been given, knowing that if he were to have to share a room with someone he would be the only one getting the comfy bed on the right of the cell while the other person would be getting the same bed but on the left side. The only difference between the beds being that Victor's was then marked as his, having had his name carved on the front of the bed with his razor sharp nails that he had filed earlier till they could even tear away at metal. In his head he had already planned several ways that he could escape from this place, but there was still many rooms he hadn't explored yet, many questions he needed answered and quite a bit of answers he needed to tell Logan about recent events that led to Victor becoming seemingly more questionable about Magneto's nature. Of course with Magneto being pronounced dead as he had both heard from the news updates before he was taken here and having lived to hear the gun shot go off, Victor couldn't help but sit on the edge of the bed and contemplate who were the top possible candidates to fulfill the role of being leader of the Brotherhood since he wouldn't be able to get the part due to his absence of being held in a Steel cell away from his home at the Brotherhood Hideout. The only probable people that he could think of were Pyro which he knew couldn't possibly head a team worth a damn, Toad who would end up probably ******** up the Brotherhood more then it already was, and then there was Mystique to whom he had no doubts about at all.

Thoughts of what Mystique what do as head of The Brotherhood had begun to play out in his head which in context wasn't bad to think about, but with the factor that Mystique had a thing for him and he wasn't sure what to do about it, Victor was torn in an internal battle of whether he should trust the woman that seemingly loves him, or attempt to head the Brotherhood himself to see just how much of a better leader he could make then Magneto. Sure the thought of it was nice, but any further thoughts about the matter were at the moment put on hold with the newest addition to his cell by means of an escort, the man looking in his near late twenties, dark shadow of a recently shaven mustache and goatee and the face of someone who pretty much looked as if he were made to be an X-Men. Victor's profiling technique was most of the time used for personal reasons so that he could end up second guessing a person before he opens his mouth and in this situation, he wouldn't treat this man any different then he did the rest. It dawned on him however that if the man were locked up in this cell with him, obviously there was a cause for question that the idea that he looked like an X-Men could actually end up becoming a lie, and the man that Victor shared a cell with could end up actually being a Brotherhood member. Either way, Victor just felt a negative vibe about the person which didn't always lead to good ending if you've ever went into his dark past. Laying back down on his bed and bringing up his right knee slightly up so that it was bent comfortably, Victor had searched through his trenchcoat pockets and had found his knife, playing around with it a bit before tilting his head and asking the new intruder "So, you end up pissin' off the X-Freaks as bad as i did or is today just not your lucky day?".

Good work.]]

yeah I know it was obnoxious of me to quote the entire post. hahahahha]]

((Yeah well I'm going to Quote your Quote to be really mean))

[Vampi_Fang]

Tyler Aesnland Rubyre

Vampi_Fang

Ajax [The Holy Fire]

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James "Logan" Howlett
Wolverine


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((OOC: Alright, imma' see if i can force out an "Innocent_Lamb" sized post here.. let's see how i do..))

The outside air was clean, crisp, and the most absolute greatest temperature to be doing any type of sport since there was always that break of calm before a storm would begin to which Logan knew would come since his senses were incredibly on a high scale today. Even sitting next to the pool which he was currently at, Logan could tell the ratio of chlorine to chemicals that were put in the pool and just how much was needed to completely clean out the entire Olympic sized perimeter of the pool. Knowing him, Logan didn't just check the pool by senses, he had to dive right in and feel the imbalance of the chemicals, proving this theory as he had gotten up and removed his shirt, his boots, and his socks. Leaving the jeans on since he couldn't care less if they would get wet or not, Logan had arched his body forward so that his hands were palmed together and aimed directly at the surface of the pool. Letting momentum take care of the rest, Logan felt his body fall forward and went with the motion, his hands hitting the water first and splitting the water in front of him in half so his head could make safe contact with the water and not have to deal with the pain of a faceplant. Now fully underwater and feeling as the cold water seeped through his jeans, Logan opened his eyes underwater and began to swim from the left most side of the pool to the very end, then to the right side and finally to the beginning all over again to make a grand scale search just in case anyone left anything underwater.

As soon as his little underwater exploration was finished, Logan had resurfaced at the water covered steps that led down to the shallow end of the pool and stood up, walking out of the pool and over to where his clothes were that way he could get something dry on in the time being while he would look around. Having a bit of a struggle, but managing to get his socks on then his boots, Logan had soon slipped his shirt over his head and on his body, feeling an extra ounce of warmth warm his chest and stomach then dried his hair out his way by shaking it violently until it was all fizzled out and poofy which made him almost look like a hippie which he ended within seconds. Combing his fingers through his hair until it was straight back and mostly covering his ears, Logan didn't really worry about the appearance of his hair as much as how it would be styled which was something that he took to importance since he was known for having one hairstyle, and that one hairstyle was getting too old in his taste. He was thinking of leaving to get his haircut at one of the nearby haircut stores in town but couldn't find the inspiration to need a haircut in the first place. With nothing else to do outside and having gone through a relaxing swim in the pool, Logan wanted to go back indoors to his room but figured since he was drenched, Xavier would have a bit of a fit since it wouldn't have been the first time that Logan would have gone and done something like that before. Looking towards the direction of the woods, Logan figured that he would get drier quicker if he did a bit of running so with a slight adjustment of his jeans so they were more comfortable despite the wetness of the pants slinging to his body, Logan dropped to a three-point stance and within a 5 seconds period, began his mile run through the forest and utilized low branches as swinging obstacle course drills.

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Victor Creed
Sabretooth


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His nap was undisturbed and to that fact Victor was quite happy with what he had been given, knowing that if he were to have to share a room with someone he would be the only one getting the comfy bed on the right of the cell while the other person would be getting the same bed but on the left side. The only difference between the beds being that Victor's was then marked as his, having had his name carved on the front of the bed with his razor sharp nails that he had filed earlier till they could even tear away at metal. In his head he had already planned several ways that he could escape from this place, but there was still many rooms he hadn't explored yet, many questions he needed answered and quite a bit of answers he needed to tell Logan about recent events that led to Victor becoming seemingly more questionable about Magneto's nature. Of course with Magneto being pronounced dead as he had both heard from the news updates before he was taken here and having lived to hear the gun shot go off, Victor couldn't help but sit on the edge of the bed and contemplate who were the top possible candidates to fulfill the role of being leader of the Brotherhood since he wouldn't be able to get the part due to his absence of being held in a Steel cell away from his home at the Brotherhood Hideout. The only probable people that he could think of were Pyro which he knew couldn't possibly head a team worth a damn, Toad who would end up probably ******** up the Brotherhood more then it already was, and then there was Mystique to whom he had no doubts about at all.

Thoughts of what Mystique what do as head of The Brotherhood had begun to play out in his head which in context wasn't bad to think about, but with the factor that Mystique had a thing for him and he wasn't sure what to do about it, Victor was torn in an internal battle of whether he should trust the woman that seemingly loves him, or attempt to head the Brotherhood himself to see just how much of a better leader he could make then Magneto. Sure the thought of it was nice, but any further thoughts about the matter were at the moment put on hold with the newest addition to his cell by means of an escort, the man looking in his near late twenties, dark shadow of a recently shaven mustache and goatee and the face of someone who pretty much looked as if he were made to be an X-Men. Victor's profiling technique was most of the time used for personal reasons so that he could end up second guessing a person before he opens his mouth and in this situation, he wouldn't treat this man any different then he did the rest. It dawned on him however that if the man were locked up in this cell with him, obviously there was a cause for question that the idea that he looked like an X-Men could actually end up becoming a lie, and the man that Victor shared a cell with could end up actually being a Brotherhood member. Either way, Victor just felt a negative vibe about the person which didn't always lead to good ending if you've ever went into his dark past. Laying back down on his bed and bringing up his right knee slightly up so that it was bent comfortably, Victor had searched through his trenchcoat pockets and had found his knife, playing around with it a bit before tilting his head and asking the new intruder "So, you end up pissin' off the X-Freaks as bad as i did or is today just not your lucky day?".

Good work.]]

yeah I know it was obnoxious of me to quote the entire post. hahahahha]]

((Yeah well I'm going to Quote your Quote to be really mean))

you are just cruel...]]

[Tyler Aesnland Rubyre]

Vampi_Fang

Tyler Aesnland Rubyre

Vampi_Fang

Ajax [The Holy Fire]

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James "Logan" Howlett
Wolverine


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((OOC: Alright, imma' see if i can force out an "Innocent_Lamb" sized post here.. let's see how i do..))

The outside air was clean, crisp, and the most absolute greatest temperature to be doing any type of sport since there was always that break of calm before a storm would begin to which Logan knew would come since his senses were incredibly on a high scale today. Even sitting next to the pool which he was currently at, Logan could tell the ratio of chlorine to chemicals that were put in the pool and just how much was needed to completely clean out the entire Olympic sized perimeter of the pool. Knowing him, Logan didn't just check the pool by senses, he had to dive right in and feel the imbalance of the chemicals, proving this theory as he had gotten up and removed his shirt, his boots, and his socks. Leaving the jeans on since he couldn't care less if they would get wet or not, Logan had arched his body forward so that his hands were palmed together and aimed directly at the surface of the pool. Letting momentum take care of the rest, Logan felt his body fall forward and went with the motion, his hands hitting the water first and splitting the water in front of him in half so his head could make safe contact with the water and not have to deal with the pain of a faceplant. Now fully underwater and feeling as the cold water seeped through his jeans, Logan opened his eyes underwater and began to swim from the left most side of the pool to the very end, then to the right side and finally to the beginning all over again to make a grand scale search just in case anyone left anything underwater.

As soon as his little underwater exploration was finished, Logan had resurfaced at the water covered steps that led down to the shallow end of the pool and stood up, walking out of the pool and over to where his clothes were that way he could get something dry on in the time being while he would look around. Having a bit of a struggle, but managing to get his socks on then his boots, Logan had soon slipped his shirt over his head and on his body, feeling an extra ounce of warmth warm his chest and stomach then dried his hair out his way by shaking it violently until it was all fizzled out and poofy which made him almost look like a hippie which he ended within seconds. Combing his fingers through his hair until it was straight back and mostly covering his ears, Logan didn't really worry about the appearance of his hair as much as how it would be styled which was something that he took to importance since he was known for having one hairstyle, and that one hairstyle was getting too old in his taste. He was thinking of leaving to get his haircut at one of the nearby haircut stores in town but couldn't find the inspiration to need a haircut in the first place. With nothing else to do outside and having gone through a relaxing swim in the pool, Logan wanted to go back indoors to his room but figured since he was drenched, Xavier would have a bit of a fit since it wouldn't have been the first time that Logan would have gone and done something like that before. Looking towards the direction of the woods, Logan figured that he would get drier quicker if he did a bit of running so with a slight adjustment of his jeans so they were more comfortable despite the wetness of the pants slinging to his body, Logan dropped to a three-point stance and within a 5 seconds period, began his mile run through the forest and utilized low branches as swinging obstacle course drills.

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Victor Creed
Sabretooth


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His nap was undisturbed and to that fact Victor was quite happy with what he had been given, knowing that if he were to have to share a room with someone he would be the only one getting the comfy bed on the right of the cell while the other person would be getting the same bed but on the left side. The only difference between the beds being that Victor's was then marked as his, having had his name carved on the front of the bed with his razor sharp nails that he had filed earlier till they could even tear away at metal. In his head he had already planned several ways that he could escape from this place, but there was still many rooms he hadn't explored yet, many questions he needed answered and quite a bit of answers he needed to tell Logan about recent events that led to Victor becoming seemingly more questionable about Magneto's nature. Of course with Magneto being pronounced dead as he had both heard from the news updates before he was taken here and having lived to hear the gun shot go off, Victor couldn't help but sit on the edge of the bed and contemplate who were the top possible candidates to fulfill the role of being leader of the Brotherhood since he wouldn't be able to get the part due to his absence of being held in a Steel cell away from his home at the Brotherhood Hideout. The only probable people that he could think of were Pyro which he knew couldn't possibly head a team worth a damn, Toad who would end up probably ******** up the Brotherhood more then it already was, and then there was Mystique to whom he had no doubts about at all.

Thoughts of what Mystique what do as head of The Brotherhood had begun to play out in his head which in context wasn't bad to think about, but with the factor that Mystique had a thing for him and he wasn't sure what to do about it, Victor was torn in an internal battle of whether he should trust the woman that seemingly loves him, or attempt to head the Brotherhood himself to see just how much of a better leader he could make then Magneto. Sure the thought of it was nice, but any further thoughts about the matter were at the moment put on hold with the newest addition to his cell by means of an escort, the man looking in his near late twenties, dark shadow of a recently shaven mustache and goatee and the face of someone who pretty much looked as if he were made to be an X-Men. Victor's profiling technique was most of the time used for personal reasons so that he could end up second guessing a person before he opens his mouth and in this situation, he wouldn't treat this man any different then he did the rest. It dawned on him however that if the man were locked up in this cell with him, obviously there was a cause for question that the idea that he looked like an X-Men could actually end up becoming a lie, and the man that Victor shared a cell with could end up actually being a Brotherhood member. Either way, Victor just felt a negative vibe about the person which didn't always lead to good ending if you've ever went into his dark past. Laying back down on his bed and bringing up his right knee slightly up so that it was bent comfortably, Victor had searched through his trenchcoat pockets and had found his knife, playing around with it a bit before tilting his head and asking the new intruder "So, you end up pissin' off the X-Freaks as bad as i did or is today just not your lucky day?".

Good work.]]

yeah I know it was obnoxious of me to quote the entire post. hahahahha]]

((Yeah well I'm going to Quote your Quote to be really mean))

you are just cruel...]]

((yeah but you still love me))

[Jez Robin]

Tyler Aesnland Rubyre

Vampi_Fang

Tyler Aesnland Rubyre

Vampi_Fang

Ajax [The Holy Fire]

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James "Logan" Howlett
Wolverine


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((OOC: Alright, imma' see if i can force out an "Innocent_Lamb" sized post here.. let's see how i do..))

The outside air was clean, crisp, and the most absolute greatest temperature to be doing any type of sport since there was always that break of calm before a storm would begin to which Logan knew would come since his senses were incredibly on a high scale today. Even sitting next to the pool which he was currently at, Logan could tell the ratio of chlorine to chemicals that were put in the pool and just how much was needed to completely clean out the entire Olympic sized perimeter of the pool. Knowing him, Logan didn't just check the pool by senses, he had to dive right in and feel the imbalance of the chemicals, proving this theory as he had gotten up and removed his shirt, his boots, and his socks. Leaving the jeans on since he couldn't care less if they would get wet or not, Logan had arched his body forward so that his hands were palmed together and aimed directly at the surface of the pool. Letting momentum take care of the rest, Logan felt his body fall forward and went with the motion, his hands hitting the water first and splitting the water in front of him in half so his head could make safe contact with the water and not have to deal with the pain of a faceplant. Now fully underwater and feeling as the cold water seeped through his jeans, Logan opened his eyes underwater and began to swim from the left most side of the pool to the very end, then to the right side and finally to the beginning all over again to make a grand scale search just in case anyone left anything underwater.

As soon as his little underwater exploration was finished, Logan had resurfaced at the water covered steps that led down to the shallow end of the pool and stood up, walking out of the pool and over to where his clothes were that way he could get something dry on in the time being while he would look around. Having a bit of a struggle, but managing to get his socks on then his boots, Logan had soon slipped his shirt over his head and on his body, feeling an extra ounce of warmth warm his chest and stomach then dried his hair out his way by shaking it violently until it was all fizzled out and poofy which made him almost look like a hippie which he ended within seconds. Combing his fingers through his hair until it was straight back and mostly covering his ears, Logan didn't really worry about the appearance of his hair as much as how it would be styled which was something that he took to importance since he was known for having one hairstyle, and that one hairstyle was getting too old in his taste. He was thinking of leaving to get his haircut at one of the nearby haircut stores in town but couldn't find the inspiration to need a haircut in the first place. With nothing else to do outside and having gone through a relaxing swim in the pool, Logan wanted to go back indoors to his room but figured since he was drenched, Xavier would have a bit of a fit since it wouldn't have been the first time that Logan would have gone and done something like that before. Looking towards the direction of the woods, Logan figured that he would get drier quicker if he did a bit of running so with a slight adjustment of his jeans so they were more comfortable despite the wetness of the pants slinging to his body, Logan dropped to a three-point stance and within a 5 seconds period, began his mile run through the forest and utilized low branches as swinging obstacle course drills.

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Victor Creed
Sabretooth


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His nap was undisturbed and to that fact Victor was quite happy with what he had been given, knowing that if he were to have to share a room with someone he would be the only one getting the comfy bed on the right of the cell while the other person would be getting the same bed but on the left side. The only difference between the beds being that Victor's was then marked as his, having had his name carved on the front of the bed with his razor sharp nails that he had filed earlier till they could even tear away at metal. In his head he had already planned several ways that he could escape from this place, but there was still many rooms he hadn't explored yet, many questions he needed answered and quite a bit of answers he needed to tell Logan about recent events that led to Victor becoming seemingly more questionable about Magneto's nature. Of course with Magneto being pronounced dead as he had both heard from the news updates before he was taken here and having lived to hear the gun shot go off, Victor couldn't help but sit on the edge of the bed and contemplate who were the top possible candidates to fulfill the role of being leader of the Brotherhood since he wouldn't be able to get the part due to his absence of being held in a Steel cell away from his home at the Brotherhood Hideout. The only probable people that he could think of were Pyro which he knew couldn't possibly head a team worth a damn, Toad who would end up probably ******** up the Brotherhood more then it already was, and then there was Mystique to whom he had no doubts about at all.

Thoughts of what Mystique what do as head of The Brotherhood had begun to play out in his head which in context wasn't bad to think about, but with the factor that Mystique had a thing for him and he wasn't sure what to do about it, Victor was torn in an internal battle of whether he should trust the woman that seemingly loves him, or attempt to head the Brotherhood himself to see just how much of a better leader he could make then Magneto. Sure the thought of it was nice, but any further thoughts about the matter were at the moment put on hold with the newest addition to his cell by means of an escort, the man looking in his near late twenties, dark shadow of a recently shaven mustache and goatee and the face of someone who pretty much looked as if he were made to be an X-Men. Victor's profiling technique was most of the time used for personal reasons so that he could end up second guessing a person before he opens his mouth and in this situation, he wouldn't treat this man any different then he did the rest. It dawned on him however that if the man were locked up in this cell with him, obviously there was a cause for question that the idea that he looked like an X-Men could actually end up becoming a lie, and the man that Victor shared a cell with could end up actually being a Brotherhood member. Either way, Victor just felt a negative vibe about the person which didn't always lead to good ending if you've ever went into his dark past. Laying back down on his bed and bringing up his right knee slightly up so that it was bent comfortably, Victor had searched through his trenchcoat pockets and had found his knife, playing around with it a bit before tilting his head and asking the new intruder "So, you end up pissin' off the X-Freaks as bad as i did or is today just not your lucky day?".

Good work.]]

yeah I know it was obnoxious of me to quote the entire post. hahahahha]]

((Yeah well I'm going to Quote your Quote to be really mean))

you are just cruel...]]

((yeah but you still love me))

Cruel would be what I am doing, something to really stretch the page. Writing out bogus nothings while quote these posts, only to white text my message so you'll have to scroll over it or quote it to read what it says, by the time you are done then you'll see it really says nothing of any importance. Nothing at all, I'm just having fun being facetious. I love being me, it's devious and odd life but very fun. I like to utilize my twisted little mind doing things like this, being annoyingly obnixious just to piss ya'll off. Ya! I just posted ya'll but I'll never say it in real life because I loath southern accents, it's just wired in to me. Dunno why, just dont. It's odd.
There are many grammar erros in this, and spelling errors as you may have noticed, though I don't think you've read all the way down here have you? Wow! You have more patients than I do when it comes to reading things that have nothing to do with anything of any importance! I know, wordy and meaningless. Much like certain aspects of my life. I could go into mundane details but I don't feel like. So, whoever mad it this far just give me a hot cookie. I like cookies, like I like pineapples. Did any of you notice my pineapple posts in theOOC? I doubt it, you all would have waved at me! But none of you did so I guess you have yet to catch them. Don't matter much to me anyway, I'm used to it.

[Tyler Aesnland Rubyre]

Caesar Excelsior

Tyler Aesnland Rubyre

Vampi_Fang

Tyler Aesnland Rubyre

Vampi_Fang

Ajax [The Holy Fire]

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James "Logan" Howlett
Wolverine


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((OOC: Alright, imma' see if i can force out an "Innocent_Lamb" sized post here.. let's see how i do..))

The outside air was clean, crisp, and the most absolute greatest temperature to be doing any type of sport since there was always that break of calm before a storm would begin to which Logan knew would come since his senses were incredibly on a high scale today. Even sitting next to the pool which he was currently at, Logan could tell the ratio of chlorine to chemicals that were put in the pool and just how much was needed to completely clean out the entire Olympic sized perimeter of the pool. Knowing him, Logan didn't just check the pool by senses, he had to dive right in and feel the imbalance of the chemicals, proving this theory as he had gotten up and removed his shirt, his boots, and his socks. Leaving the jeans on since he couldn't care less if they would get wet or not, Logan had arched his body forward so that his hands were palmed together and aimed directly at the surface of the pool. Letting momentum take care of the rest, Logan felt his body fall forward and went with the motion, his hands hitting the water first and splitting the water in front of him in half so his head could make safe contact with the water and not have to deal with the pain of a faceplant. Now fully underwater and feeling as the cold water seeped through his jeans, Logan opened his eyes underwater and began to swim from the left most side of the pool to the very end, then to the right side and finally to the beginning all over again to make a grand scale search just in case anyone left anything underwater.

As soon as his little underwater exploration was finished, Logan had resurfaced at the water covered steps that led down to the shallow end of the pool and stood up, walking out of the pool and over to where his clothes were that way he could get something dry on in the time being while he would look around. Having a bit of a struggle, but managing to get his socks on then his boots, Logan had soon slipped his shirt over his head and on his body, feeling an extra ounce of warmth warm his chest and stomach then dried his hair out his way by shaking it violently until it was all fizzled out and poofy which made him almost look like a hippie which he ended within seconds. Combing his fingers through his hair until it was straight back and mostly covering his ears, Logan didn't really worry about the appearance of his hair as much as how it would be styled which was something that he took to importance since he was known for having one hairstyle, and that one hairstyle was getting too old in his taste. He was thinking of leaving to get his haircut at one of the nearby haircut stores in town but couldn't find the inspiration to need a haircut in the first place. With nothing else to do outside and having gone through a relaxing swim in the pool, Logan wanted to go back indoors to his room but figured since he was drenched, Xavier would have a bit of a fit since it wouldn't have been the first time that Logan would have gone and done something like that before. Looking towards the direction of the woods, Logan figured that he would get drier quicker if he did a bit of running so with a slight adjustment of his jeans so they were more comfortable despite the wetness of the pants slinging to his body, Logan dropped to a three-point stance and within a 5 seconds period, began his mile run through the forest and utilized low branches as swinging obstacle course drills.

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Victor Creed
Sabretooth


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His nap was undisturbed and to that fact Victor was quite happy with what he had been given, knowing that if he were to have to share a room with someone he would be the only one getting the comfy bed on the right of the cell while the other person would be getting the same bed but on the left side. The only difference between the beds being that Victor's was then marked as his, having had his name carved on the front of the bed with his razor sharp nails that he had filed earlier till they could even tear away at metal. In his head he had already planned several ways that he could escape from this place, but there was still many rooms he hadn't explored yet, many questions he needed answered and quite a bit of answers he needed to tell Logan about recent events that led to Victor becoming seemingly more questionable about Magneto's nature. Of course with Magneto being pronounced dead as he had both heard from the news updates before he was taken here and having lived to hear the gun shot go off, Victor couldn't help but sit on the edge of the bed and contemplate who were the top possible candidates to fulfill the role of being leader of the Brotherhood since he wouldn't be able to get the part due to his absence of being held in a Steel cell away from his home at the Brotherhood Hideout. The only probable people that he could think of were Pyro which he knew couldn't possibly head a team worth a damn, Toad who would end up probably ******** up the Brotherhood more then it already was, and then there was Mystique to whom he had no doubts about at all.

Thoughts of what Mystique what do as head of The Brotherhood had begun to play out in his head which in context wasn't bad to think about, but with the factor that Mystique had a thing for him and he wasn't sure what to do about it, Victor was torn in an internal battle of whether he should trust the woman that seemingly loves him, or attempt to head the Brotherhood himself to see just how much of a better leader he could make then Magneto. Sure the thought of it was nice, but any further thoughts about the matter were at the moment put on hold with the newest addition to his cell by means of an escort, the man looking in his near late twenties, dark shadow of a recently shaven mustache and goatee and the face of someone who pretty much looked as if he were made to be an X-Men. Victor's profiling technique was most of the time used for personal reasons so that he could end up second guessing a person before he opens his mouth and in this situation, he wouldn't treat this man any different then he did the rest. It dawned on him however that if the man were locked up in this cell with him, obviously there was a cause for question that the idea that he looked like an X-Men could actually end up becoming a lie, and the man that Victor shared a cell with could end up actually being a Brotherhood member. Either way, Victor just felt a negative vibe about the person which didn't always lead to good ending if you've ever went into his dark past. Laying back down on his bed and bringing up his right knee slightly up so that it was bent comfortably, Victor had searched through his trenchcoat pockets and had found his knife, playing around with it a bit before tilting his head and asking the new intruder "So, you end up pissin' off the X-Freaks as bad as i did or is today just not your lucky day?".

Good work.]]

yeah I know it was obnoxious of me to quote the entire post. hahahahha]]

((Yeah well I'm going to Quote your Quote to be really mean))

you are just cruel...]]

((yeah but you still love me))

Cruel would be what I am doing, something to really stretch the page. Writing out bogus nothings while quote these posts, only to white text my message so you'll have to scroll over it or quote it to read what it says, by the time you are done then you'll see it really says nothing of any importance. Nothing at all, I'm just having fun being facetious. I love being me, it's devious and odd life but very fun. I like to utilize my twisted little mind doing things like this, being annoyingly obnixious just to piss ya'll off. Ya! I just posted ya'll but I'll never say it in real life because I loath southern accents, it's just wired in to me. Dunno why, just dont. It's odd.
There are many grammar erros in this, and spelling errors as you may have noticed, though I don't think you've read all the way down here have you? Wow! You have more patients than I do when it comes to reading things that have nothing to do with anything of any importance! I know, wordy and meaningless. Much like certain aspects of my life. I could go into mundane details but I don't feel like. So, whoever mad it this far just give me a hot cookie. I like cookies, like I like pineapples. Did any of you notice my pineapple posts in theOOC? I doubt it, you all would have waved at me! But none of you did so I guess you have yet to catch them. Don't matter much to me anyway, I'm used to it.

Ceaser post for Bell...I need more to work with.

[Vampi_Fang]

lol you guys are such dorks...]]

[xX_Rogue-Warrioress_Xx]

((haha, nice way of stretching the page guys! XD! anyway, just here to tell y'all i won't be posting tonight or tomorow, as i will be at an anime con. I promise to provide many epic pics when i get back! see you all sunday/monday!))

[Jez Robin]

NocturnalKara

((haha, nice way of stretching the page guys! XD! anyway, just here to tell y'all i won't be posting tonight or tomorow, as i will be at an anime con. I promise to provide many epic pics when i get back! see you all sunday/monday!))

crying
[Tyler, I will...soon I hope.]

[Tyler Aesnland Rubyre]

NocturnalKara

((haha, nice way of stretching the page guys! XD! anyway, just here to tell y'all i won't be posting tonight or tomorow, as i will be at an anime con. I promise to provide many epic pics when i get back! see you all sunday/monday!))

(Kara can I have your inks?)

[alanis_liberty]

NocturnalKara

((haha, nice way of stretching the page guys! XD! anyway, just here to tell y'all i won't be posting tonight or tomorow, as i will be at an anime con. I promise to provide many epic pics when i get back! see you all sunday/monday!))

((nooooooooooooooooooooooo!! I've been in anticipation of a Tony post all dayyy!))

[Innocent Lamb]

[[Wow. You guys must have no lives. Jk, jk! I've spent my whole school holidays on Gaia so far under the pretense of "doing assignments", so I'm definately not one to talk.]]