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“Me too.” She said with an approving nod in regards to Daylia’s costume. Both seemed a little spooked by one of the new guy’s costume. While the Georgia belle couldn’t quite put her finger on it, the mounds of flesh just made her skin crawl, albeit it a nice makeup job.

Peering about the room, hazel eyes scrutinized every new-looking person, comparing them to their new gold standard. Offering to essentially give out participant ribbons to costume rankings for creativity, Gracie giggled when her bestie said that the guy with the Resident Evil costume was to receive no points, ever. “Easy call to make.” She agreed, one brow perked as she made another sidelong glance at Darius. “So far, your previous statement holds true.” She said, still sounding skeptical as she motioned for him to turn. The Pharaoh continued to be a good sport, humoring her request -- almost relishing in the attention he received from the pair of girls.

The hex witch emphasized the need to check out his assets, and Daylia, God love her, ran with it, mentioning the need to flip quarters off of his glutes. “Exactly.” Her series of giggles matched the wolfish girl next to her.

Pressing a hand to her lips, her features transformed into something quizzical and contemplative, and when Darius raised his arms as if to ask what she thought, a smirk played at the corner of her lips. “Not bad.” She said, downplaying the hotness scale. But damn…. He had been blessed. Thankfully the darkened room hid any tinge creeping into her cheeks as she admitted that to herself, but she tore her eyes away all the same, instead honing in on where Daylia pointed at a man in a red spandex suit for The Flash. Unfortunately, Quintin wasn’t new… but the costume he chose he did fill out nicely. “He’s ruggedly good looking.” She said, bumping her partner in crime with her hip as a way to pull her out of her disappointment.

“James is with a new person…” She said, nodding in the direction of June and their resident telekinetic. “Sadly just a girl. So I guess we’ll let Darius judge her, because I believe he’ll claim expertise.” Mischief made its home in her countenance as she zeroed in on the blond next to the newbie’s very ironic costume. No... wait... there was a guy too. "Who's that?" She asked, unable to tell from the back of his head. Not that she dwelled on it for long, because the virokinetic's costume usurped all of her attention. “June. God I love that girl so much. And even more after that.”

“Well, Mister Super Tall is new.” Not a bad build either, but she couldn’t glean much in the way of his looks because of his costume. “I hope those bolts are fake.” A few minutes into comparing notes on the party’s attendees, she offered the nice drink of water next to her a finger sandwich while automatically just handing one to D.

The molecular manipulator posed a question for their new friend, and Gracie couldn’t stop herself from quipping that the ship had long since sailed in regards to them holding back. After all, they’d just blatantly ogled him while he posed for it. Laughing, their shared humor set hazel orbs ablaze with mirth when Daylia admitted it was usually always too late when it came to them. “Pretty much.”

Being new, Darius rightly asked if there was anyone he should know about, and the pair tried to determine what gossip to dish. Daylia was clinical in her answer, and the hex witch’s shoulders rolled with a very casual shrug. “Trying to catch you up on half the drama this place has seen might take all night.” She admitted, not really wanting to delve into heavier topics while they were still looking to have a good time. Her bestie cited boredom, but with whatever June had just poured into the punch, it practically guaranteed a good time. Announcing her departure, she cast a coy smile in his direction, long eyelashes sweeping over her cheeks with a wink at his line about watching her walk away.

Pouring three drinks, she noted the assembly hovering around the tables and noted several unfamiliar faces. Beaming at them, she chose not to say anything beyond her one word greeting. Everyone seemed too engrossed in their own little world to take note of little Red to try and engage her any further, and she was fine with that.

Sauntering back to her preferred company, she passed out the red solo cups as Darius celebrated the alcohol. Tipping her own drink in his direction, Gracie tilted the cup, trying to avoid any liquid hitting her tongue -- anticipating that the jungle juice would likely taste like garbage.

Daylia suggested they scare someone after they polished off some alcohol, and their male counterpart started suggesting a few people, ending with the reasoning that Blake drinking water was reason enough to scare him. “Oh, that’s because he got into so much trouble last time he drank, that he hasn’t partied in a year.” Talk about a bad break up. In her eyes, he still seemed like he was mourning the loss of Kerri. Dumbass. Kerri was a catch; he couldn’t have done better.

Daylia called him a stiff and huffed at him blowing stuff up. “Not nearly as subtle… or useful, in my opinion. Half the school can blow stuff up… Myself included.” Being invisible, passing unseen? Much cooler.

“You wouldn’t know it…” Gracie remarked, shaking her head as she braved another swallow of the death punch. “But he actually used to prank people pretty frequently…” Her lips took on a sour pout as she remembered on particular instance where she and he had a war in their youth. “I pointed at him, hijinx ensued… and the next opportunity he got, I was stuck on a branch in a tree for an hour.”

Had he not come to release her with food in hand, anger and the need for revenge might have colored her tone. “As for the people at the table… not even a single one of them realized I said hello, so I’d say they are easy marks.”

Inspiration struck her best friend, and she disappeared. Scanning the room carefully, she nearly missed the cheeseball splattering on the back of Felix’s head. Burying her face behind the rim of her cup, she fought the urge to snort and give away Daylia’s trick. “Perfect target. This one approves.” She said between breaths, trying to contain her giggles so no one would look their way and suspect them.

“No doubt he’ll immediately think Kerri’s trying to get back at him for the Kool-Aid incident earlier…” Oh, this had so much potential to get good.







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Gabe Byrne
Location: Party
Thoughts: Life’s a party you know...

Gabe took in the Spider-Queen with a new eye, appreciating the curves as they clung tightly to her makeshift dress. She remarked that it had taken hours for her to make the dress, Gabe quickly thinking to himself And only a few seconds to toss aside on the floor. When he finally got to his senses, his own flirtatious behavior began to arise within him. For once, the lean built gunman had a good line. Alice quickly countered saying the last thing he needed was her with a loaded weapon, to which he quickly replied, “Well go on ahead miss, feel free to try and beat me on the draw and see what happens.” his voice still playful in tone. His hands were spread, palms wide open in a joking go on ahead motion.

When she walked away, he walked over to the bar, taking in the snacks and drinks. Gabe downed some punch when he asked a couple of other partygoers about their night. Kerri said it had been going alright, Quintin as well, both of them asked him about how he was doing. They both seemed to notice his change in cadence, to which he answered simply.

“Oh just had a good day, is all.” his voice oozed confidence, deep to an almost baritone level. This was the young man at his most calm, his most collected, his most confident. Pulling out a bullet from his belt, he twirled it around in his fingers, much like someone would with a coin, before following up “And as for the Spider-Queen,I can’t honestly say. Now it’s all a matter of who winds up in who’s web…” the glint in his eye was still there, his entire presence gave the impression that he was an almost completely different person.

All a matter of perspective for Gabe.

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XXXXWhere: Halloween Party City, baby
XXXXXXWhat: Buzzing pretty hard, fetching snacks, socializing
XXXXXXXXWho: Farren, Connor, Alice
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Flirty banter and looks aside, Chuck couldn't help but feel quite charmed by Farren. For what it was worth, Chuck enjoyed a woman who could go tit for tat and keep him on his toes. Someone not afraid to pull their punches once in a while, someone who would expect the same from the long-haired Hawaiian. Someone like.... wait, no. We're mad at her right now, remember. Still, as the booze flowed through his system he felt the effect beginning to take hold as he found the bottle of whiskey once in his hand suddenly being held out in front of his face by the female. Either she was clever, or he was drunker than he thought.

"Consolation prize?! Damn..." Chuck let a soft laugh escape him before turning toward Connor "Never once thought I'd be a participation trophy." He chuckled again, eyes scrolling back over to the grinning Farren as she carried on in the same fashion he had teasingly, the grievances of modern dating and the trivialities of the opposite sex. "Well, let's just agree to disagree." He settled with another chuckle and lifted his left hand for a high-five, as he was prone to do.

And so the Show-and-Tell commenced. Connor's power already demonstrated for the woman, now she took her turn to show off. As she seemed to vanish in an obscure blur, Chuck jumped slightly, surprised by the sudden disappearance, and jumped once more with her return, holding her empty glass. Chuck was confused, until he glanced about the room, expecting some sort of revelation, and finding Felix soaked in punch. Chuck let a hearty laugh escape him, thoroughly entertained by the display, and genuinely impressed. What the two of them took as something kinetic, Chuck saw as speed and craftiness.

Still, as his eyes flashed back in Felix's direction to see his reaction to the dousing, his gaze was hijacked by a certain spider queen. Far more terrifying than usual, Chuck knew how to tell when the woman was beyond pissed. What had started out as the conversation had turned into some game between the two of them. While he had seen her all over Gabe moments ago, only to be scowling at him now with her fangs and spider hair, and dark eyes... goddammit... He missed something, clearly.

The snacks.

Chuck rolled his eyes at his own folly, wincing to himself as he recalled the reason he'd come to this side of the room in the first place. He turned toward the table, eying several bowls of candy and refreshments. his nimble fingers fished through the bowl, picking out select gems from the pot as Connor and Farren conversed about her powers and what they should have been called, not to mention how to use them, Chuck tucked a few candies into his Thriller Jacket pocket, and finally scooped some punch from the more tolerable bowl into the larges cup he could find, knowing full well he might be wearing it in a few moments.

"Well, you two... The queen looks hangry so I better bring her a snack." Gesturing toward Alice with the cup in one hand, Chuck nodded his farewell toward Connor before turning toward Farren "I'll catch up with ya'll later." with that final comment, he carefully paved his way through the crowd toward Blake and Alice, slowly as the crowd grew wilder by the moment. Finally, he made his approach, holding out the cup to the wickedly seductive and equally terrifying Spider queen.

"My Queen, I come bearing gifts." He voiced in a cheesy accent, bowing slightly before acknowledging her conversational partner. "Sup Blake..."

As Alice would take the cup, his hand would fish through his pocket before plucking a handful of small pink candies wrapped in plastic, holding them out for her enjoyment with a smile, a goofy "I know I ******** up but so did you" smile. This was the part where she would let him have it, and he was ready. He wouldn't have it any other way.


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On your feet you feel the beat
It goes straight to your spine
Shake your head
You must be dead
If it don't make you fly.

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Absanthe

Norse Princess

Ruined Horizon

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xxxxxxxxxxLocation: Party /// Company: Marcel, Alex
Alex seemed like he understood what August was trying to do, at least a little, and he had to admit that it was interesting to witness. The roommate seemed to take his side in the idea of him being one of the less threatening people at the party. Which, perhaps it was true, but August knew where to draw a line when he had to. However, he could be just as much trouble as Felix, one way or another.

He explained what his silly little phrases meant, and like a keyword that ignited all the little communication neuron’s in Marcel’s drunk brain, the mutant fired off. August shook his head, laughing softly, knowing that this could get dangerous fast if Marcel was going at a steady rate of three drinks in ten minutes.

“Different kind of drinkin’, darlin’. This kind’ll hurt ya in the morning.” And just like a determined toddler after a cookie tray, Marcel was back to the table to fill his cup for the third time. August decided that he would slow down and keep his head clear for the sake of both of them. Alex was free of Marcel’s hold and went to his normal, observing default. Marcel was gone and back to the table.

He looked to Alex when he commented on this being a sign of what was yet to come and he shrugged his shoulders. As if the roommate jinxed it, Marcel was fired up. The talk of tricks and fancy drove the drunk mutant on again, spurring him into wanting to show off. August was quickly learning that he would have to watch what he said. Marcel pointed at the sprinkler system and August groaned. “Maybe that ain’t such a good idea.” August filled his cup out of stress as he listened to the mutant’s idea. He slammed back the drink and tossed the cup into the trash that had been placed near the table.

“And just how you plannin’ to get all that water out of here without drenching the party?” Keep him talking. Just talking. Splashing around was good, here just was not the good place to do it. “Rather go to the pool than try to not drench a party.” August was ready for anything at this point, but if he could keep Marcel from trying to unleash hundreds of gallons of water onto the party, he would consider that his best option.

He looked at Marcel, relaxing into an easy smile. “C’mon. I wanna see something bigger than just playing with the sprinklers. Let’s go for a swim.” He was willing to ditch the party, sacrifice the makeup and effort if he saved the event for everyone else involved. He held his hand out to Marcel, waiting for his answer.

Hell, at this point, August would let him lift the whole damn ocean. There were so many ways that this could go wrong. No telling how being drunk would affect Marcel’s control over his abilities. Sure, he had the confidence, but that didn’t always equal into flawless execution. August could only do so much to help with his own ability, but with the growing numbing buzz in his head, he knew that he wouldn’t have perfect control either.



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XX【 】Name: Alexander "Lex" Magnus
XX【 】Codename: Wraith
XX【 】Team Affiliation: n/a
XX【 】Location: Halloween Party
XX【 】With: August and Marcel
XX【 】Actions: Attempting to get Marcel out with August
XX【 】Costume: Plague doctor

Wraith almost reflexively went to stop Marcel but was just a hair too late. Had he decided to use his powers, he could have easily held his roommate back from the drink table, but when the hydrokinetic came back he thought perhaps one more wouldn’t kill him. Then again, he was feeling a little fuzzy as well. Having had some of the drink he was not immune to the effects. The only saving grace was that Wraith had but a fraction of what either August or Marcel did. That meant his head was likely to stay clearer for longer. The downside was that he recognized just how bad an idea it was for the party to have sprinklers going off. August started in with talking and diversion. Quick to capitalize on that, Wraith piped in. “Yeah, why worry about getting everybody wet when we can get you to the pool and have a lot more to work with already. Dripping it through the roof is a pain.” Sometimes the best kind of reasoning is appealing to what they wanted. Marcel in this state seemed to want to show off. Appealing to that was the best idea floating about, and was pushed a bit harder. Then the idea of going for a swim came up. There was doubt in that, but still it got the pair . . . or perhaps trio, out of this situation. Too many would raise a stink at being drenched. Worse yet, if this was the fate of the party, Wraith wasn’t sure he wanted to be around when this many mutants lost control. It could easily become bedlam. He shot a concerned look to August, but didn’t argue. Instead, he tried to help the most inebriated to his feet.

Half walking, half dragging his roommate, he tried to make it to the door. The environment was not helping, as the punch was still readily available and the mood of the room could turn. It was a tactic he used many times on his way to the institute. Having to all but backpack it across the countryside, Wraith had seen far too many innocent situations turn bad to want to see it again. Still fuzzy, he was concerned on what might happen. Paranoia was a hell of a drug. The insistent movement was not meant to be violent in the slightest way, but to get Marcel moving. He could only hope that August would help. ”C’mon, buddy. I wanna see waterworks like only you can. Maybe make a floating bubble of water in the air for him to swim in- like in all the movies!” It was lame, but all he could think of. The trick was to keep Marcel excited for the prospect of going to the pool. Something to keep him from wanting to stay in the throbbing music and available alcohol. It seemed his choice in costume was appropriate after all. A doctor, trying to do right by people. Marcel was going to go down one of two paths . . . he was either going to sober up, or pass out at this rate. In either case, the party might not be what was best for him. Still convinced that August was safe, Wraith didn’t bother to keep that one at arm’s length. Instead, he welcomed the company. ”You know you wanna show them abs off, right?” It was half encouragement to play along and half compliment. Playing off the idea that some romance was possible, surely that guy was wanting to show off a little.

OOC: sorry for the crap post. Writers block and physical ailments are interfereing.

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Dimples prominent with his lopsided grin, the Texan countered Luci’s down-playing her strengths with a few kind words. Though her ability wasn’t all that convenient, it was impressive, even if it wasn’t one that would have adoring fans asking for an encore as they showered her with roses. “Flowers die anyway.” She said, just a touch of bitterness flavoring her tone. Not to be deterred from his good spirits, his smile only widened at that. “Now, where were you last time I had a girlfriend who expected a dozen roses after every perceived slip-up?” He joked, cerulean eyes glimmering with enough humor to swallow any sort of dejection she might have felt. “Because that kind of logic would have gone a long way in saving a relationship or two.” Offering his expertise in formal wear, he tied the bow around her neck with deft fingers, careful not to linger and make her nervous. She quipped about how missing Boy Scouts as a kid served her purposes well enough, and Blake failed at stopping his own history bring a bite to his declarations. “Oh, see… they couldn’t afford to have their prodigal son embarrassed… what would the tabloids think?” Pretending to be aghast for a moment, he rolled his eyes just after, making it clear what he thought of their farse. “They just couldn’t stand for me not to look perfect all the time.” No doubt the public eyes still believed that his cavalier lifestyle with women, horses, and brandy was all that encapsulated the life of Blake Tanner. He could only ever be skin-deep.

Letting his hands fall away, he shrugged in response to her thank you before pulling out a few tricks he’d dug out of his roommate’s old magician kit. “Don’t even worry about it,” He replied when she mentioned keeping some money back in case his former roommate ever came to collect his stuff. “If he was worried about it, he’d have gotten all of it four years ago.” Plus, he’d not allow her to spend her limited funds on something he had offered. “Besides doll, I was the one who lent it to you, so I’d be responsible for that tab.”

She motioned for them to head out, and he obliged, content to lead the way as she studied the instructions for her props. As they entered, he pulled off the bubble glass helmet and glanced around, eyes averting as soon as he spotted his ex girlfriend. Luci excused herself to get a drink, and the mentor in him couldn’t stop from giving her a bit of advice in regards to the refreshments.

“No doubt.” He called out when she mentioned the irony of the poison generator getting alcohol poisoning. “But I’d make sure you got back to your room alright, with two aspirin and several bottles of water.” He might have mentioned delivering room service, but it felt too close to flirting when she was still essentially his responsibility. As another man approached her, Blake relaxed a bit… just in time for Alice to interrupt any drivel playing in his mind.


“Diamonds, huh?” He asked, flashing a smile as he pretended such demands were outrageous. “That’s a steep price to pay when you’re a guy…” As if letting her in on a secret, he covered one side of his mouth with his hand and continued in a mock whisper. “Us guys are pretty dumb sometimes; say things that we shouldn’t before we think about it…” Especially him.

A touch embittered by his parent’s method of ‘parenting’ his mouth set into a thin line as he ventured to guess how Boy Scouts would have gone, had he been given the opportunity to be a somewhat normal kid in his youth. Luci’s words touched him, and a grateful expression graced his features, his lighting up with her statement. “I sure appreciate that.” He said, the profound shock that someone might just accept him at all coloring his tone. “But I suppose I’ll have to continue pretending to be perfect at this point. Can’t ruin my street cred this late in the game.” The Texan joked.

Luci mentioned keeping money back in case his old roommate came to collect his things, and the southern gentleman would hear none of it -- insisting that in the unlikely case that his friend returned, he’d be the one to offer a new magic set. Considering he was the one to loan it out her, he was more than happy to assume responsibility for it.

Once they got to the party, Luci slid from his arm to get a drink, and he relaxed a bit when a new student approached her. Hopefully, an evening mingling with other misfits would make her realize what he’d been telling her all along; she belonged here.

Staring around the party, the cowboy took note of the attendees, his eyes lingering on Kerri for perhaps a few seconds too long, but he tore his gaze away when Alice came up to distract him. Nodding to her, Blake took a sip of his water before teasing her about scaring Gabe.

Felix came up from behind him, inquiring about who they were scaring, only to get distracted by Alice’s ensemble, and then he seemed to draw some inspiration for his next prank. Not willing to put himself in the line of fire after her chilly exchange with him earlier, he shrugged. “She always did look good in purple…” He said, imagining what blue-raspberry coloring the woman’s fiery locks indigo.

Something whacked him on the back of the head, and Felix once again switched agendas before asking who they should scare. A wry grin pulled at his mouth, and Blake took stock of Felix’s potential victims. He had started to say that there were plenty of new bloods to initiate, but he fell silent when a splash trickled down Felix’s habit. Biting back laughter, Blake couldn’t contain a few snickers that slipped out. “Well I guess that’s decided then.” He said, motioning toward Farren.

Turning his focus back on Alice, he asked about her “date,” the blond’s expression immediately got sour. “Eh, I think I just gave you unrealistic expectations of gentlemanlike behavior.” He teased, dimples deepening. “I’m sure he’s just being flirty though, doll.”

Alice lifted up her sleeve to reveal an inhibitor, and one eyebrow rose high in his features. “Might be merited at this point.” He said with a chuckle as he re-capped his water. But before he could say any more, Chuck left her roommate and approached them with the promised snacks in hand. “Maybe hold off on that for a bit.” He said with a wink.

Lifting his chin as a way of greeting to Alice’s squeeze, he glanced between his current company. “I’ll go distract Sully while you get yourself out of hot water, I think.” He said to Chuck, wondering if the speedster would take the opportunity to get her back for her previous prank.

Sauntering up to Farren and Connor, he grinned at his best friend’s roommate. “Sully, I see. I think your outfit potentially awakened some sort of fur fetish in Chuck.” He teased before glancing over at Connor and offering him a hand to shake. “Blake Tanner. I haven’t seen you around here. Nice to meet you.”







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In their search for new students to compare their arm candy to, Daylia pointed out Quintin, only to realize a few moments later that he wasn’t new at all. "He is, I’m not dismissing that… But not new, so not what I’m supposed to be looking for."

Her eyes followed Gracie's words to James and the woman he was with. Another frown crossed her face as her partner in crime stated the obvious. She gave a half shrug. So far they were coming up with squat, one new creepy guy and a new girl. Halloween was really not the right time to try this."Hah, is that a nun costume? ******** perfect." She said with a giggle. The thing that seemed to make it even funnier was the consideration of the woman's powers.

Again Daylia followed Gracie’s gestures towards the next person. Her head tilted as she took in his looks. "Not bad, not bad. And gross, I hope so too." She said as she shook her head. However, as she continued to look, a frown crossed her face. "You know, I almost feel like he’s too tall. At least for me." She shrugged. Plus there seemed to be the hint of gray in his beard, making her wonder just how old the man was.

Daylia ate her sandwich, and between bites, she gave the new kid on the block the rundown of a few of the students there. However, she stopped after a few, finding it incredibly boring. "Yeah, and it makes me feel like a creep or a professor." She said, agreeing with Gracie. A heartbeat later, Daylia pointed out her obvious feeling of boredom. Gracie, being the best friend a girl could ever have, excused herself to get some of the June tainted punch.

Hopefully, it was only tainted with booze and nothing else.

As Gracie sautered away, Darius stuck up a conversation with her. Of course not till after the comment about getting to watch her best friend walk away. She couldn’t fault him for that. "Yep, she’s pretty much family to me at this point." A grin crossed her face as he mentioned that he was down if the pair needed any muscle. ""Well, if that time ever comes I will let you know.

Having answered his question, she turned it back on him, asking about any people he may have left behind. "Yeah, that's what I hear." She said solemnly. Of course, she hadn’t had that kind of experience, not here anyway. Lots of students seemed to stay at the school well past their high school years. It was nice not to have to uproot to have to take college courses. "Team? What kind of team were you on?" She asked, assuming it was a sports team of some sort. She didn’t just want to assume though. "Yeah." She said with a soft nod. "Well, here people tend to get close, so here's hoping you make some new, good friends." She added in an attempt to lighten the mood a little.

Darius changed the topic, this time attempting to guess what her power actually was. Surprisingly he hit the nail on the head, with both parts of her powers. She laughed as he called her lucky. "Yeah, lucky, sure." She ran down some of the technical stuff of her powers without even thinking. Most would find it boring, but he seemed to be paying attention at least. "Yeah, it can be cool, till I overdo it. That's when the dizzy spells and nausea come into play." She laughed again. He had seen her earlier, so she could assume he would put two and two together.

She shook her head, the smile still playing over her lips. "Nope, all I gotta do is stand over his shoulders like a creep." He claimed to be slightly jealous of her gifts to which she shook her head again. "Nah, I wouldn’t be, there are too many other powers to be jealous of." Like Blakes ability to blow things up, or James’ ability to move s**t with his mind.

Again she flipped the question on him, knowing that she would probably get some cheeky answer from the way she had asked. "Oh yeah, I’m sure you are." She said, a hint of sarcasm to her voice. A brow rose as he talked about his powers. He almost seemed to hesitate. She nodded along as he continued. "Oh, there is a professor like that around here too." Her head tilted as he mentioned having been shot, and even taking the time to point out the old wounds. "Oh wow, that’s pretty nifty. Regenerative powers are pretty nice to have in my book. Shame about having been shot though. That is not a fun experience."

Daylia gladly accepted the cup Gracie held out for her before taking a large sip. Booze was sure to lighten the mood, and hopefully, cure some of her boredom. They tried their hand at picking out a target to scare. Darius pointed out Blake, and Daylia shot it down, citing her feelings on the man. "Well, I can’t say I feel sorry for him." She said lowly. She still hadn’t quite forgiven him for what he had done to Kerri.

She huffed about his powers, which happened to be one of the reasons she didn’t want to target him. Darius seemed to agree with her thought process. "No, maybe not. But let's face it, sometimes you just need to blow something up." She said before taking another big swig of her drink. The drink was terrible, but she could feel her cheeks getting slightly warmer. That meant that it was starting to work.

Gracie told them a story of how they used to prank one another, and how Blake has stuck her to a tree branch. "Oh my god, I’m actually shocked he’s still alive with a stunt like that." D would have probably killed him had it been her. But then again, getting stuck inside something was one of her biggest fears.

Hmm, they could work."" However Kerri was out of the question. She would surely be able to catch on before D actually managed to do anything. However before they could put a plan together for anyone at the refreshments and food area, she caught the sight of Felix entering the party.

Mischief played over her features as she told the two she would be right back. She turned on the power of invisibility as she made her way to the food area. It took her a moment, but she did manage to find one of the cheese balls with the most left and lobbed it at the speedsters head. Hopefully, he would assume one of the people around her would get the blame. At least that was the plan. Or maybe he would blame Farren, the woman who had doused him with her drink.

She quickly returned to her company and dropped her invisibility. "Oh, I figured you would approve, but I'm glad I got the stamp." They had been talking s**t about the guy earlier for a reason. Or two.

Daylia nodded earnestly, causing the world to spin around her for a moment. "Those were my hoped exactly." She said between quiet giggles. It was going to be fun, or at least that’s what they were hoping for.

"Shhh, keep your voice down." She said as she put a finger in front of her mouth. "The whole point is to not get caught." She said with a stifled giggle. She looked back to Felix for a moment, before returning them to Darius. "He’s just a speedster p***k, someone else who gets his kicks by pranking people."

His next question was about the Kool-Aid incident, and Daylia nodded before going into details. "Turns out he stuck a bunch of red Kool-aid into the shower heads in the girls area. He managed to catch poor Kerry there," She said, pointing out the redhead in question, "with one of them." Again she grinned as he said he was going to love this place. "And to think that you haven’t even experienced the half of it yet."



Location:❀Halloween party
With:❀Gracie, Darius
Thoughts:❀Meh

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