Welcome to Gaia! ::

Alexander William Diaz
a.k.a. Warp

“Yeah,” Blinks said in response to Shadow Walker’s question, “as you are. Well, I suppose a ‘shadow traveler’ would be more accurate for what you can do. I don’t need a medium to travel through. You know, you’re lucky; all three of us are when it comes to our powers. If we do something we don’t want to do, like end up someplace we don’t mean to we can always backtrack. Of course, some people might count us as unlucky because our powers manifested physically.” Warp raised a brow as he stole Blink’s recently buttered toast that she had just taken a bite of. He scraped off the butter: his annoyance had seemed to be simmering. Maybe it was the fact he was hungrier than he had first realized and now that he was eating he felt better, even if it was burnt toast.

Blink continued as she watched Warp eating her toast, “Of course, considering the fact that I have a job of welcoming a lot of the homo-superiors that get here and mentoring some of them, even. I’ve seen physical manifestations that a lot of people consider a lot creepier or disgusting. And, Warp’s change most people don’t even know about or notice.” She shrugged. “It’s sad but even in Genosha, even some homo-superiors feel superior to others because they look ‘normal’. Disgusting really. That might be why Warp and I became friends. He prefers girls who don’t necessarily look like any old homo-superior. I mean he probably could date any girl he wanted to in Genosha, but since he came to Genosha he’s never had more than a one night stand with any girl who hasn’t undergone some physical change because of her power. He prefers girls that a lot of people, even homo-superiors, wouldn’t prefer. You have to respect that.”

Warp glanced up and finally said, “And we were neighbors when I first got here and your job is to make new residents feel welcome.”

“And you liked my best friend who was around at my apartment a lot,” laughed Blink, “even though she wouldn’t give you the time of day for the longest time, so you were always hanging around my apartment, too. She said you were selfish and arrogant and you never do anything without expecting and aiming for something in return.”

Warp shrugged, “She was-is- right about all that, though. And she did date me for a few months a couple years later. Being someone’s rebound still counts, by the way, before you make that argument.”

Blink smiled at him slightly before returning her attention to Shadow Walker, “Anyhow, even if there are some rotten apples here, no one is ever going to do anything directly rude or mean to you. And stick with Warp and I and our crowd and they won’t bug you in private or underhandedly either. You’re lucky it was me and Warp who found you, because we’ll be good for you. And, we are examples of Genosha success stories. I used to not be able to control my teleportation, and I couldn’t take even the clothes I wore on a jump, now I have moved all of Warp’s furniture from his old apartment to this new one in one ‘jump’ and that was at least a half mile. Of course, I still occasionally wake up in a weird place-”

“That could be because you hook up with weird guys a lot,” Warp suggested as he poked his egg white, it was still somewhat runny.

“Ha. Ha,” Blink said dryly. “Anyhow... if you can teleport there you can teleport back home. Like I said, you have a power where you can back track what you do. Some people aren’t that lucky.”

Setting down his fork, Warp said, "So, anyways, Shadow Walker, if you have any questions feel free to ask either of us. Though, I'd rather if you went to me first as Blink likes to embellish her answers unnecessarily. Regardless, did you make a decision while you were sleeping last night about the Brotherhood? You know my personal opinions about the matter, but like Amp essentially told you last night, my hands are tied. If you want to join, I can't stop you."

Blink had guessed that Shadow Walker had wanted to join the Brotherhood, after all why else would Warp have taken her to see Amp? Her good humor drained completely at Warp's question to Shadow Walker. Blink, though she loved Genosha, respected Magneto, and was friends with Warp: she disagreed with the Brotherhood from day one and Magneto's plan to force homo-sapiens to tolerate homo-superiors. She had been recruited early on for the Brotherhood but refused and she would have left if Magneto had pressured her to join again. Thankfully, the matter hadn't been pushed.

Felicia Carter
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Felicia nodded as Cassie replied water to Mr. Nixon's inquery, What else is there besides water? she wondered. The fox girl had limited contact with others outside her family. It seemed amazing she was this comfortable with the new people she met. Then again she did feel like she was among her own kind and in that sense she was among family in a more extended sense.

"Well let me see, they call you Love or Heartbreaker as you put it. There seems a lot of talk about manipulating people to do what you want. "So perhaps the power of love?" she thought that sounded silly as it came out. "... or perhaps more like the power of persuasion?"

Alexander William Diaz
a.k.a. Warp

“You’re worried about protocol?” Warp asked with a short laugh. “We don’t have protocol. And Magneto has the sense to only want to hire people he thinks would be useful. He’s been hoping to recruit a teleporter for ages: he had been asking Blink to join since she first showed up at Genosha, but gave up after a while considering her opinion on the matter. Personally, if you joined, not that I want you to, you could start going on missions as soon as you could reliably teleport.”

Blink frowned before standing and said to Shadow Walker, “I don’t think you should join the Brotherhood and not for the same reasons Warp has. Don’t misinterpret what I am saying, but I think the Brotherhood are wrong. I think Magneto is wrong in this matter, especially. No one should join the Brotherhood, including Warp.”

Warp raised a brow but said nothing allowing her to continue as she turned to address him, “Don’t look at me like that. If you thought about it, you know I’m right. Forcing someone to do the right thing is just as bad as forcing someone to do the wrong thing.” Turning she walked out of the room, not bothering to hear Warp’s retort and abandoning what was left on her plate.

Warp closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “Obviously, you will need to be able to control your powers before you would be useful to the Brotherhood, but beyond that you don’t really have to do any training if you don’t want to. You’d be more than useful as an escape route. Of course, if you wanted you could train in other things like hand to hand combat and what not. I’m not the type of person to make someone do something like train all the time when I am too lazy to do it myself. And, the only reason I can do things like knife throwing is because I used to make part of my living doing things like that before I came to Genosha.” He stood and said forcing a smile. “I can swallow swords too. Of course that isn’t a useful talent to the Brotherhood. If you ask them they would probably rather I was as good of a martial artist as Amp is or something, but I’m too lazy to train enough to be more than half as good as Amp. And, I think part of Amp’s power is some increased strength and reflexes: I don’t have those luxuries.”

“Regardless, if you want to join than join. It isn’t like I can stop you and I probably wouldn’t bother if I could,” Warp said. “Though, for Blink’s benefit I will say this. Make sure this is the right decision for you. It isn’t official but the Brotherhood is sort of seen as a lifelong commitment. Someone would probably be run out of Genosha if they quit the Brotherhood.”

Felicia Carter
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" I know I'd use it to save my parents... but I'm not sure what else really?" she shrugged a little. "Perhaps I'm a little more simple in the fact that all I really care about are not designer tags but... family. As long as they are safe and happy, I'm happy."

Felicia noticed the smell of the drink Mr. Nixon was drinking. "What's that?" She wasn't sure if she liked the smell or did not like it.

Felicia Carter
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Felicia tried the food Cassandra cooked. It tasted so good that dare she'd say it was better than her mother's cooking. With gusto she dived in eating and drinking, With her mouth full "Thff if fooo food". She couldn't help herself it was days since she last had anything decent.

She swallowed and slowed down a little as Mr. Nixon told her about ... the Brotherhood. Her ears sloped down, only to wonder, "Why? Why would they do that? We're all human to start with... or... at least born to human parents in my case... why such hatred?"

Dean listened as he continued to eat. Despite his own convictions he was walking a fine grey thread between black and white. It was his responsibility to do so. The talk about parents and their mutant children triggered a few memories within him.

It was late at night, raining, the lamppost flickered. Dean stood there waiting for the mid-night bus, drenched by the rain. He had just been out with some friends. Drinking, flirting, dodging their boyfriends and kicking a** of punks who were harassing mutants. It was his usual night out. His friends have always been accepting of his powers. In fact they often asked him to create something for a move project of theirs. He enjoyed helping them with it. However the bus never came for some reason. Annoyed he walked home. It was a long walk but he didn't mind despite the pouring rain. Their home was near the forest edge. They had moved there once the found out about about his powers. To prevent accidents. Despite not liking it he understood why they did it. He liked his parents, they accepted what he could do and loved him just the same.

A car sped by with a bunch of kids his age. Around 18. Music was loud...just like the people in it. They had been drinking. Most likely because there never were cops on that road or anywhere near for that matter. He could hear one of them scream out as they sped by "Who's next?!?!" Dean shrugged it off. Drunken idiots....

After a long walk he reached his home. Something was wrong...something felt odd. From a distance he could see that the lights were on while his parents would be asleep at that time. They never stayed up late. When he got closer he saw the door barely hanging in it's slot. The front garden was a mess. Car tracks, bottles of beer, vomit. Dean ran. He feared what he thought. But everything pointed towards what he thought.

When he entered his house..what was left of his home all he saw was destruction. His father was on the floor in a puddle of blood. His body was still warm but he wasn't breathing.

"No....dad...." was all he could mutter.

He wanted to stay with his father so bad but he knew he had to look for his mother. Oh god...his mother. If his father was already dead....His heart was racing as he entered the living room. Fear and despair had a firm grip on him. Like the before the room was trashed. Lights flickered. A trail of blood was on the floor it went around the corner. Drag marks as if somebody had been dragged or...crawled! He ran towards it, stumbling over a chair. He hit the floor hard. As he was getting up he could see her....his mother laying there in the kitchen. The trail of blood ended were she lay. She was still breathing! He ran towards her.

"Mom!!" He cried out as he dropped on his knees next to her. "Nonononono don't move. Shhh don't speak." He focused his power to created the scabbard of Excalibur. It would stop her bleeding and heal her! It had to. That's why it was just as famous as the sword itself because of those powers! The bright golden light scattered as it was forming in his hands. Nothing...he tried again. Nothing. Again...nothing! Again! Nothing!! AGAIN! NOTHING!

His desperation and fear blocked his power. He couldn't do anything to save his mother. Nothing! All he could do was sit there powerless as she held his hand and looked at him with a smile on her face while the tears ran down his face.

"Please...Dean...don't..hate them. They,," his mother gasped for air as more blood came up." don't know any better....please...don't...hate.........."

Her hand fell out of his.

The rush of memories ended. His bottle of beer was crushed in his hand. He didn't feel the pain of the glass shards in his hand. His white knuckled hand. In fact he didn't seemed to have noticed at all until he wanted to take a drink out of it.

"Ah...ouch" was all he said.

Felicia Carter
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Felicia looked up as the bottle started to crack. She was startled by his delayed reaction. "Mr. Nixon? You okay?" Her eyes were filled with concern. This was a man she admired and respected why would he do something like that?

Felicia Carter
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A shudder went down Felicia's spine as she heard every shard fell into the sink. How could he not let out a peep? Doesn't it hurt? She understood his sudden reaction when he mentioned it was bad memories. She had a few of her own.

"Cassandra, where are the bandages?"