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Montferer - Maestro Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 8:02 am
~::Richard Simmons::~   --The Shadowing Doppleganger--~Nightmare~ [[Every little thing we say, you say
Every little thing we do, you do
Every little thing we be, you be
But you don't see the things we see
-Copy Cats: DM && Prince Po]]  Standing there, Richard felt as though they all had been plotting something against him. His eyes widened as Skylar mentioned Richard buying them pizza. Pizza? Looking over at Gambit, then back at Skylar, Richard groaned and his lips curled downward into a disappointed frown; they had made a bet, and Richard had walked in at the last moment, thus, losing him the bet.
Rolling his eyes, he pulled off his glove, a suddenly devious smirk plastered on his lips as he advanced towards Skylar, ready to chase after her with his threatening power-copying abilities. His weren't as damage-inflicting as Rogue's were, but if he prolonged contact, he could have absorbed just enough to overwhelm the other person, probably causing them to become dizzy, or the sort.
As he dashed towards Skylar though, he saw a bit of movement past Gambit shoulder, and a man making in a picnic basket, so while his attention was averted, he managed to trip and fall over a small difference in the metal floor, causing him to fall forward onto his torso. Grunting, Nightmare's blue eyes flickered yellow with the cat-like pupils, similar to those whose power he had managed to adapt; Nightcrawler. The curls of shadows fanned out once it pressed against the ground and soon thinned out.
Reappearing, as he always did after use of this mutant ability, Richard stood towering over Kuriigu while he was sitting, though, when the pale man might have stood to his full height, in turn, he would definitely tower over Richard. Smirking, Richard leaned forward and peered into the basket and quirked his eyebrow at Kuriigu in question. Then, as if to clarify, he pointed to the basket and then back at Skylar and Remy. Jean Grey's energy was still pouring out from him, though, the lot he had stored hadn't depleted yet. And when it did, he would know.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 7:47 pm
((Short post, sorry. Couldn't think of much to do.))
The man was sitting completely unaware of his surroundings up until the point that Nightmare teleported over to him. As he felt the gaze of the boy creeping over his skin, Kuriigu reached in to the basket and retrieved another sandwich, offering it to the boy. He wasn't used to people approaching him, and as such, quickly scarfed down the rest of his sandwich to avoid an unecessarily messy situation.
"Hungry? I can get as many of these as I want, y'know." He held the sandwich out, using his free hand to sip his latte, which was cooling off very quickly. Listening to the echoes of the others' voices, he raised a finger and flickered slightly, suddenly holding several ingredients and a cardboard box. In the same instant the picnic disappeared, the basket becoming a small rope and the latte sitting on the ground. He retrieved the blanket and put it up to his arm, his sleeve reappearing in its place. "You know, with your abilities you should learn to control different kinds of energies. For example, the mental energies pouring out of you right now would best be channeled in to reading my mind and determining which kinds of pizza I'm going to meet, and which kinds are needed by your friends over there."
Spreading the various powders and things out in to the cardboard box, he then began drawing a picture of a pizza in a pizza box. He paused briefly to sip his latte, the drink starting to steam once it hit his hand. When the picture was sufficiently detailed, he drew a circle around the box with his charcoal and looked up at the boy, looking expectant.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 7:31 pm
Remy Etienne LeBeau
a.k.a.
Gambit
  When the machinery stopped so did Gambit. His assassin instincts to destroy and kill switched off as the danger room robot eyes faded. The session was over. Already? Then Smithy explained the conundrum and Gambit's pretty little head was put t rest. The Professor was back, which meant he might actually finally get some sleep, after pizza of course, and since Richard had come in before the session was over, he'd be paying. Thus the school's golden rule declared, any bets in the Danger Room are made to join by those who bet before the session concludes. Therefore Richard rightfully had to pay, whether he wanted to or not.
The Ragin' Cajun stepped forward a few steps toward Skylar and away from where he had come to the realization the Danger Room was no longer dangerous. "I think it's clear that Richard lost and should have to pay for some pizza." "You know you are right ma belle. Le jeune homme pays." Remy let a cunning smile burst across his face to eliminate any of the last remnants of refusing to pay from Richard's mind. Being extremely charming was always a fun thing to be. It could mean sleeping with whoever you want, or maybe just moving to the front of the line at an amusement park. The first more than the latter. Definitely more than the the latter.
Either way, Gambit and Skylar were getting pizza, preferably of the shrimp and pineapple persuasion. Growing up in south Louisiana, New Orleans to be specific, gives one a taste for seafood that one will find hard to break. Unless that one is allergic to the food of course. Then said one, could easily resist. Gambit stepped forth and tapped the guy on the shoulder, even though he was in mid conversation with a guy Gambit had never seen around before, but he hadn't really been around lately. " My stomach is a rumbling mon amis. Hope you brought yourself some swag."
[My god I suck, but at least I posted.]
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 9:49 am
ⓢⓚⓨⓛⓐⓡ ⓚⓘⓡⓚ   ❝The important thing is this:
to be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are;
for what we could become.❞
-charles dubois ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● 
Skylar couldn't help but smile at the two. Even though the danger room session had been cut short, she had had a good time with the two and was feeling just a little bit more confident with her powers and skills. Even though she had messed up royally by letting herself become distracted, she was bent on having a good time. After all she didn’t have to pay for pizza this time around. She would have to personally thank Richard for his late appearance. One of her first Danger Room sessions, she had to pay for pizza, and thanks to the fact that their were about ten of them, she had been broke ten times over. She still owed Kurt about ten bucks. Thankfully he wasn’t one to remember those kinds of things.
The Danger Room was a mess. That was some that would be expected after a session, but even though the time was cut short, it was in more disarray than usual. In the walls were gaping holes where the zappers had been. They were replaced with new ones. Forge knew to make hundreds of replacements so that their would be more for the next batch. Skylar had asked on several occasions if she could help him with building new machines and programming, but he always declined saying that it was cheating if she knew what she was up against. Too bad for him her technopathy let her feel every kind of electronic device in the area and how it worked. Now that she had gotten away with checking out Cerebro, maybe she could take a peek inside. Just by being in the room, she understood how it worked, but she wanted to see with her own eyes. Knowing wasn’t enough for her, she needed to see things to feel like she truly knew it. Before she knew it, the whole place was clean and ready for the next group of students to use it. Hopefully Smithy would be back in time.
As the two were talking to the stranger, Skylar stood back. She needed to go talk to the professor for a moment about, well, her problem. For all she knew Hank could have already told him, but she wanted to do this personally. This was her personal problem that she needed to handle on her own. The school didn’t need to know, not even her close friends. Maybe this would come back to haunt her. For right now, she didn’t think about that. Waving to the two, she announced her departure. “Richard, Gambit, I am going to go see the professor for a few mintues. Wait for me ok?” Running out the door, she headed up to her dorm to get changed so that she would at least look presentable to the old man.
-to xavier's office-
●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Back and forth the s t r u g g l e consumes us all t r y i n g to keep a l e v e l head. In the most u n s e t t l i n g of times, t o d a y I've become the b u l l.
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Contraband lollipop Captain
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Montferer - Maestro Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 8:45 pm
~::Richard Simmons::~--The Shadowing Doppleganger--~Nightmare~ [[Every little thing we say, you say
Every little thing we do, you do
Every little thing we be, you be
But you don't see the things we see
-Copy Cats: DM && Prince Po]] Tapping his chin with his finger, Richard listened to the elder student, taking his suggestion into account. As he stood there, he focuses just long enough to grab the kind of pizza that Skylar had been craving, and almost always got. His peach eyelids fluttered open, though, his thoughts having been temporarily scrambled before he was able to forward them to Kuriigu.
-"H-Huh?"- Richard listened to Gambit, his green eyes washing over the elder male. The X-Men member stood before him, warning him of his preparations. If need be, Richard could always just teleport to the pizza parlor, or teleport with them, but Skylar had darted off. Waving past Gambit to watch her run off, he looked back up at the male. His dark irises slightly intimidated Night, though, with the energies currently flowing from him, he couldn't exactly pinpoint Remy and his eyes as the main source for his fear. Turning back around to Kuriigu, he watched the charcoal leave behind an outline of a pizza box, and almost instantaneously, he had a pizza box in his hand. But what would it taste like? Having been drawn by charcoal and all. If the male had eaten things from the picnic basket, which also randomly appeared and vanished, then it had to be... well, edible, right?
Richard turned, his black Danger Room suit squeaking as the leather with teal streaks about it, the "X-Men" symbol missing from his chest, only because he wasn't part of the actual X-Men team just yet, rubbed against itself. He easily retrieved the type of pizza Skylar wished for, pepperoni with extra mushrooms, and looked up to Remy, requesting permission to penetrate his mind, only because he didn't find it suiting for him to say anything. Or anytime for that matter. Though he didn't really get the "ok" from Gambit, he had managed to get the Cajun's pizza request, cringing slightly. He was from the state he was in, and seafood with pineapples was a foreign entity to him.
With a sour expression on his face, he quickly shook his head and forwarded the thoughts to Kuriigu, Jean's energy slowly draining his as he softly fell to his knees, a bit exhausted. The short Danger Room Session had done more damage than training. Both to him and itself. Richard's eyelids slowly opened to watch Kuriigu fabricate the pizza. As he would do so, though, he would watch in wonder.
Oh, and as for what pizza Richard wanted, he wasn't really hungry. Just a bit tired. Well, he was hungry, he just didn't want to eat pizza for the time being. Maybe he'd get some of Skylar's pepperoni and pick off the mushrooms while stealing a shrimp from Gambit while he wasn't looking.
A gust of wind shot up from below Richard, and his hair kicked up slightly, Jean's energy having finally depleted, and Richard kneeling there, on the floor. He looked up at the windows of the Danger Room, a few more students approaching to have their shift, only, Smithy wasn't back yet. And no one else was on shift to take over the Danger Room. Looked like they would have to wait.
Besides, Skylar had told them to wait there anyway. Looking over his shoulder, Richard involuntarily lifted his eyebrows as he looked up at the Raging Cajun, casually standing there, awaiting his food. Richard smiled weakly and pointed over to Kuriigu who was still drawing. It wouldn't take him every long, though.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 10:54 am
Nodding as he received the necessary information telepathically, Kuriigu flickered again and returned with actual pizza boxes this time, and shrimp. The process for creating dead organisms was rather tedious, and he hadn't expected such an outlandish request to be made. Seriously, pineapple and shrimp? Shrugging this thought out of his mind, Kuriigu drew a few more pizzas and spread out the various elemental powders carefully in each pizza box, making sure that the things that would potentially explode if they came in to contact with something else, didn't. Several tedious minutes later Kuriigu touched the images with his forefinger, the dust that was sitting in the boxes swirling amongst itself to create the required pizzas, the shrimp going on with the pineapples last.
"Well, then, here are your pizzas sir." Kuriigu said, a spark arcing from his fingers to each, the pizzas suddenly steaming afterward. "Bon appetit. It should taste heavenly, if you were wondering. I have just a bit of experience with food."
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 3:22 pm
Remy Etienne LeBeau
a.k.a.
Gambit
This guy had some fancy powers. Creating pizzas with dust and magic? Why this guy must have a mutation close to Scarlet Witch. Maybe he's a Wizard or something? Remy laughed at the thought of seeing this guy in a pointy wizard hat with a long gnarled staff like those from a certain franchise often thought of as nerdy. His laughter, like his earlier footsteps resounded off the metal walls, ending up slightly distorted by its echoer.
Speaking of echos, on his last reconnaissance mission, Gambit had gotten news of a quickly shining member of the Brotherhood who could morph sound. His informants had called her Sound Witch, the name Magneto had apparently deemed her. Gambit could hardly think of all the possibilities of using that.He could listen in on the girl's locker room conversations. He could win even more card games. He might even be able to even better, though he really is already the best, at sneaking around and thieving. Then as the thoughts died down he realized he was glad for his kinetic abilities and really wouldn't trade them for anything. Except maybe that pizza in Richard's hands.
Skylar had told Richard and him to wait until she got back to grub it up, but she was taking a while. " How mad do you think Skylar would be if we ate before she returned from her little j'ai ne sai qua wit' the Professor?" His face was looking into Richard's green eyes, but showed a charming facade that could allure many people easily.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 1:24 am
~::Richard Simmons::~--The Shadowing Doppleganger--~Nightmare~ [[Every little thing we say, you say
Every little thing we do, you do
Every little thing we be, you be
But you don't see the things we see
-Copy Cats: DM && Prince Po]] Biting his lower lip as his mouth slightly watered from the aroma of the pizzas, Richard craned his neck in efforts to pull his attention from the pizzas and Kuriigu over to Gambit. Giving an unsure shrug of his shoulders, he communicated that he knew he was hungry, and that it would not be okay for them to eat without Skylar, but that they could have eaten it anyway. It would have gotten cold by the time she got back anyway.
His green eyes slowly rolled from up and behind, then back to Kuriigu, who held the pizza boxes before him, up to Richard and Remy in offering. -"Richard."- The boy introduced himself, still intrigued by the man's powers. If he had managed to absorb them, would he be able to control and use them properly? Unsure of the answer to that, he pulled his glove from his hands in efforts to cheat and catch a peak of what some of Kuriigu's powers included. If he wasn't a telepath, of course, then he would not have known this at all, and would have shook Richard's hand in pure innocence.
But then there were the stray powers of Jean Grey still dancing about. The telepathy still connected to Richard's mind managed to worm itself into both the minds of Remy and Kuriigu, giving away Richard's intention of the handshake, though, Richard remained clueless and without words.
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Montferer - Maestro Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 9:17 am
Kuriigu was feeling rather intrigued by all of the commotion suddenly centering around him, and had to take a few seconds to adjust. He handed the boxes over to Richard, as he seemed to almost feel tortured at this point, and noted that Gambit seemed to be very interested in the well-being of his pizza. Almost murderous, in fact, when it came to making sure that he were to eat it without any significant disruptions. When offered a hand by the Cajun he took it, shaking it with an uncertain look about him.
"Guten Tag, mein Freund," he said, his hand retreating from the encounter. "I am Senka, better known as Kuriigu, I suppose. If we're talking code names, I'd be the Black Savior." He looked the man up and down, though without actually moving his head. The motion would be useless anyways, as he was still wearing his blindfold. "I'm not sure that I want to know about the 'Groin Chiloin' comment, monsieur Remy." He blinked a few times as the man seemingly went from his calm demeanor, to hysterics, and then back to a sort of deceptive feeling.
Having now been offered a hand by boy named Richard, Kuriigu turned back just in time to receive a telepathic warning against touching this youth.
"As I have just stated, Kuriigu." He said, smiling slightly. "You're about to get extremely tired, extremely quickly, mein Freund." His smile widened as he shook the boys hand, transferring over his powers of Energy Creation. "Whatever you do, don't move for a few minutes. You might end up in Canada, or perhaps the antarctic. If you want to access them, do so in the smallest amounts possible. Have fun, kiddo!"
As the powers transferred, Kuriigu seemed to grow more and more energetic, noting the drain that the powers had on him, even with his extreme appetite and stamina.
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