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Alpha - Winging it

Eli listened, trying not to get distracted by the breaking waves. Granted, surfing in Catalina was pretty pointless. Minimal waves, and the only good waves were on the other side of the island, but the kelp forest would always snag the fins.

Snapping back to reality, he missed half of the things Bella had said, but he got the main points, or he hoped at least.

"Well, my ankle is sore, but I'm sure that's fine. I'm always fine. And, as for normal entrances. Well, your definition of normal might just be too boring. Personally, if I could, I'd imitate Red Bull's project. Breaking the sound barrier, you know, the thinned out atmosphere and what not, break standard terminal velocity, break the sound barrier, go fast, adrenaline rush, that's all that matters... In recreation of course."

As she asked her final question he started taking off his shirt. Underneath, he was already wearing a wetsuit his shorts slid off revealing the rest of the wetsuit.

"It was pretty good, fun, had to take a detour, but all good." He said, not completely with the conversation he had started with Bella. Turning to Hoshi and Wilbur, "What's up guys? Elliot Schaffer, pleased to meet you. I'd shake your hand, but, like life, vacation is limited, best get to the fun, right?" He said, a smirk across his face. A look in his eye, that soon would be the universal sign that Eli was gonna do something he shouldn't, had an idea that was potentially dangerous. The few friends he had knew that look was a look that wasn't to be questioned, nor supported. They never ended well.

His hands dipped below the surface of the water, and he strapped his board back to his feet, and with his powers his board appeared to be floating on the surface of the water. "I'll race ya around the island?" He asked, not waiting for a response he took off, it was something he was gonna do, weather or not the race was happening.

As swells formed, he bent his knees, and shifted his weight, his arms out setting him for balance, turning sharp and getting some air off the swell. It looked a lot like wake boarding, minus the wake. A look of shear enjoyment on his face as he jetted away, as he got further and further, a thought nagged in the back of his head. 'PR? Public Relations? Man, better not be. Some people are stupid.'

Alpha: 'Five to Seven - Restaurant'

Sophia nodded as Raine went away to go find Varian, and hoped he would be in a good mood. Sometimes he ran either completely hot or completely cold—Like a broken tap. Nevertheless, she felt a faint frown cross her features when Shandra declined their invite… She always felt…Inadequate, when standing in front of any of the senior Alpha’s and Omega’s… This was no different. Had she said something wrong? “Are you sure? Ah didn’t mean to choose so fast— Even if you aren’t too terribly famished… We shouldn’t take long… We aren’t that bad of company are we?”, she questioned gently, her eyes flickering to floor, instead of Shandra’s face.

She knew that she and Antonio probably had better things to do than to baby sit them- But she genuinely wanted to…Know them, better than just as Eclipse and Gyro.

Speaking of Gyro’s, her stomach rumbled it’s protest and she winced—Blushing at the loud sound. Nodding to Christian’s assessment she smiled at Shandra and Antonio shyly, her hands folding… “We better go if we want to get a table… But if you change your mind, you should come join us… We’d be happy to have you.”

She turned and followed Christian, but not before turning back towards them… “We’ll get an extra big table—Just in case!”

Raine would catch up soon with Varian she hoped.

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At the restaurant, there was a short, perhaps five minute wait… Much less than she thought it would be. The maître d’ sat them at a decent sized table by her request. Of course, they would seem a little silly at a six person table when there were only two of them. But at the very least, one more person should be showing up… And if not, they just had more elbow room.

Sophia ordered a sweet tea with strawberries and blueberries in it—Finding that most of the normal drinks she would have ordered were abit strange. Except the coke products… She took a seat across from Christian, resting her head against the back of the chair as she watched the sun start to sink even lower… It was an awesome sight on the crystal clear water. There seemed to be some kind of show in the middle of the open area, a man with a flaming wand, spinning it rapidly… Her eyes widened with wonder as he did something strange, and then blew a plume of fire outward.

She wasn't sure if he was a mutant, or just a very cool human.

Alpha - Finding Something Fun to Do

Jack was kinda wondering why Omega eye candy was all gathering just a few feet from him. His gaze had left them for sometime knowing somehow he had been made out not that it was hard. A new addition caught his attention, at least new as far as he could remember. She looked foreign, but gorgeous. The deviant look on her face that kinda matched Narcissa's though when the blond glanced in his direction though sent some silent alarm off in the back of his mind. With that sinking in he only gave one final glance as the Volley ball game was over and stretched his arms out with a yawn as he picked himself up. Having planned to be lazy practically all of this vacation entertaining himself in other ways never really crossed his mind.

He had planned to go shopping, just not to today. Too soon, and he'd like to relax a day or two before venturing off into a town whilst unfamiliar with it's layout. He gave one final twist to stretch out his lower back and walked across the beach, Crossing the Omega girls he was gawking at without another glance, trying to avoid and reason for a confrontation. He was heading towards some rocks that the waves were crashing against. He wasn't entirely sure what he would when he got there but if all else fails and it was safe, jumping would definitely be fun.

Whoever said getting lost in thought on a beach full of mutant teenagers was a bad idea? Well maybe no one has ever said it specifically, but it just sounds like a bad idea especially when pointless testosterone was flowing through an adrenaline junkie, but hey who was Leion to suspect any pointless testosterone battles taking place?

Unbeknown to Leion on the other side of the beach two Alphas were talking before the other jetted off starting a race that may or may not end badly for someone who wasn't even participating.

It was one of those moments where everything slows down Leion's head snapped in the direction of the sounds made by fast movement, the two new Alphas, presumably as they had been waiting to talk to Bella, were flying (literally in one case) across the beach. They were moving dangerously fast and if Leion didn't move quite soon the Alpha's new Flyer would collide directly with his side, not knowing if the new guy was paying enough attention to dodge bystanders. Now if it had been one of the known Alphas or, well definitely if it had been the long unseen Reikon (Leion wasn't over the ruining of his food so long ago), Leion would have done something to make them lose the race like jumping up and forcing them down into the sand. However Leion was a sucker for wanting to have a good relationship with all the newbies, Alpha or Omega.

He only had a split second to make the decision of dodge or stay; if he stayed the guy may swerve and miss him, if he dodged and the guy swerved the he had a chance of still being hit. At the last second Leion closed his eyes and blasted himself in a direction he hoped would get him out of the collision course of Alpha Boy. . .

Omega - Waitin, Shootin' The Breeze, Reflecting


The wait wasn’t too consuming to get a table, thankfully. When the hostess took them to the rather spacious table, Christian thanked her with a nod and a smile. It was just himself, Sophia, and Antonio so far. Hopefully, within a short bit of time, Raine and Varian would be joining them. While the trio waited for the others to show up, drinks were ordered, and if Christian wasn’t underage, he probably would have had a beer. That was a small leisure that his grandfather allowed him after returning from an extended hunt. Only one or two, nothing more.

Slowly, Christian sipped at his glass of water, not flinching when he felt the increasing heat behind him. Across the table, he could see the wonderment filling Sophia’s eyes as she watched the fire dancer in the open courtyard. That was something he could never get enough of some days, and seeing the colors of the setting sun dancing in her eyes was definitely something he couldn’t and wouldn’t soon forget. Something else he never forgot was the initial meeting between himself and Sophia…


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The training session was going relatively smoothly that day. Christian was throwing himself headlong into the ‘battle’ against one of the other training squads. He’d only been a resident at the institute and felt like he had something to prove… that he needed to fit in the grand scheme of things, that despite the passive nature of his mutation, that he could still be a viable part of a team. It was just his luck that everyone on the team he was fighting against didn’t really possess an energy based ability. Thankfully, he was allowed to carry a training pistol. His team’s advisor obviously played to his individual charges’ strengths. The pistol was nothing that did too much damage, it was more akin to a lasertag gun… but it packed the punch of an annoyed hornet. Christian knew cause that’s what people on the other squads told him it was like.

Things were starting to pick up, and Christian was having to duck and dodge various objects being tossed around and evading others who were hunting him down. The simulation they were running at that particular time was a basic warehouse set up, with a virtual ton of storage containers, crates, and various other forms of cover. It was while he was avoiding one of his opponents that could turn themselves into an animal, that he made an accidental discovery.

Christian was sure he heard someone throughout the chaos that unfolded. It was when he thought that he was spotted that he stumbled upon the source. A short brunette… who seemed to not have a feeling for this simulation at all, she was kneeling and hiding behind the crates to avoid being spotted. Christian didn’t recognize her at all from his team; the different colors of their training uniforms told him all that he needed to know. Without hesitance, he drew his pistol and aimed it at her chest. Cowering and avoiding the battle or not, she was the ‘enemy’. And they were playing elimination style for this particular assignment. It was then that he hesitated briefly. He thought for a second… and one second longer… then twirled the pop gun on his finger and holstered it immediately. Then, being the kind young man that he was… he offered to help the as of yet unknown young woman to her feet. Unfortunately, with his guard down, he was tackled from behind and eliminated from the competition…

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While he was lost in thought, he found himself staring a bit at Sofie. He hoped she didn’t notice and quickly shifted his attentions elsewhere. Out of the corner of his eye, Christian looked to his left and watched the sun melting into the ocean. A smile crept over his face as he recalled that particular memory with a certain fondness. Because of that chance encounter, he forged what he thought was one of the strongest friendships he had at Xavier’s. Granted, he had friends in the school, and his teammates on the Omegas were pretty solid for the most part, the small group he had ‘grown up’ with through the training squads were that much more.

His thoughts were derailed when he heard Antonio mention that he used to be a street performer before joining the X-Men. Christian’s smile grew bigger when he heard the guy say that.

“For some reason, ’Tonio,” he said, “That don’t surprise me at all.” Christian wasn’t one to make assumptions about anyone, but he got the vibe that the Omegas resident gyrokinetic was pretty much suited for the performing arts; he just had that personality. “Can’t say much on my end,” Christian said between sips of his water. “Been huntin’ since I was a youngin’. Guess that’s why I like hangin’ around outside most of the time.”

When he finished speaking, that section's waitress came by their table and was offering to take the trio’s order, but Christian was quick to chime up, opting to wait for the others to show up. It’d be rude for the group at the table to be eating without everyone that intended to come along.

Alpha - Dancing With Disaster

Eli was lost in his own world, floating just above the white wash. He let the board skim down and hit the water as a small little after wave sprawled across the drenched sand. He kicked his shifted his back heel then as he came to the bump in the water, he shifted his heel's weight again, breaking the smooth rhythm of the wave.

A few seconds later, the other new guy, Wilbur Pulled up quickly and hollered something, which took a few seconds for him to think about what was just said, with out the wind messing with his understanding. Eli smirked, one thing he liked, was being noted for his abilities, mutant or non mutant abilities.

Eli's eyes narrowed as Wilbur pulled ahead of him. It was time to stop messing around the water. Eli pulled away and tailed behind the flier. Tailing behind Wilbur allowed for something very often seen in NASCAR. Never in his life did Eli think he'd need to thank a 'Non Athletic Sport Centered Around Rednecks.' Something he often said NASCAR stood for. But, this particular move, was drafting. And as soon as there was a clean stretch with people out of the way, he'd take it.

And that opportune moment came. A person had blasted himself out of the way. Which in turn drew attention to Eli and his competitor. People scrambled out of the way off the way. Kicking his heel back, and leaning forward He pulled right and began to use his powers fully. Pushing himself past Wilbur and hoping he wouldn't catch onto the drafting trick. "You're good too, I haven't had a good race in a long time!" He yelled, it may have been hard considering Eli was strapped to the board and if he turned to make himself more audible, it'd be the end of the race.

As they pushed further in their race. Eli spotted ahead, a group of girls, stunning beauty at that. 90% of the time, very attractive females who cloistered together were the top of the food chain in the female world. Those were girls Eli didn't like. Unknowing of who these girls were, Narcissa, Petra, Kerrigan, Forellen, and Maddy. One of which being the Omega team leader, he leaned back, dipping the edge of the board to skim the sand. As he passed them, the sand kicked up covering their towels and spraying the girls as well.

He let out a laugh as he leaned forward into his original position then looked forward, looking to find Wilbur who was either about to catch the lead or already in the lead do to Eli's little stunt he detoured himself to.

Alpha: Sound Barriers...

Bella nodded her head to Wilbur almost immediately when he glanced at her—Not wanting to give Eli a more unfair advantage. What, with his special odd water board and the head start he already had. Wilbur was already tearing after him as she spoke, “Shoo, go! Be careful!”

Isabella shook her head indulgently when the two new boys sped off. They were going to be a handful… And she didn’t mind. Introductions could wait…It was good to have some life back in the Alpha’s. So many of them had become so… Battle hardened… She hated that about herself. Hated that she brought it to the others. But knew she didn’t have choices… She wouldn’t be joining the race the two boys had, as much fun as it looked.

Her powers ensured that she broke the sound barrier effortlessly, and without thought or repercussion—If she wished, she could move faster than the eye could follow. If she raced them, using her powers, she would lap them a dozen times over—Years of experience not forgotten.

It just wouldn’t be fair.

“Boys will be boys…”, she spoke to Hoshi with a light smile, “You should join them…”

She continued making her way to the shore, murmuring a few farewells to Gideon under her breath… She knew he would hear… But she had… Problems, accepting he wanted to be alone with, and comfort the one person who continuously wanted to rip out her rib cage and wear it as a hat. Speaking of Narcissa, she glanced towards where she’d seen the aristocratic blond last—Wincing just as she saw Eli speed up and slam them with sand.

Isabella swore, creatively in spanish.

That, was exactly what she’d meant by PR—Public Relations. Well, one of the things she’d meant. Alpha’s were automatically… Lower on the food chain than Omega’s in some peoples eyes, because Isabella chose to lead with acceptance and care—And Narcissa chose an absolute cruel dictatorship. Alpha's were stereotypically the 'good' team, whereas the Omega's were the 'trouble makers'. Other than that, she was going to give a small speech on keeping their power use to a minimum in front of islanders... But now it was time for damage control.

She was out of the water, a mere blur as the water vibrated off of her form—Standing dry and apprehensive before Narcissa in an instant, protective of her new Alpha. As she was of all Alpha's. Bella let Kerrigan pass, because she knew that the red head wouldn’t permanently injure him… One good prank deserved another...

The recently liberated, formerly bat s**t crazy Omega leader wasn’t known for ‘taking a joke’. She didn't know if the Narcissa that sat on the towel was one that knew that maiming humans was a crime, or one that thought it was fun.

“He’s new. He doesn't know any better-- It's only fun.”, Isabella stated automatically, firmly, on the offensive. If she gave Narcissa an inch... The blond would take her for an unpleasant ride. "I'll handle the blue."

Omega: Red Queen - Returning Back Inside the Condo

Narcissa was supremely pleased with herself, for not having small anxiety attacks with every new individual that was added to their sun bathing entourage of sexy women. Antonio would have been overly pleased and at home with them. Sad, that he wasn't about... It was not something that would have bothered her previous to the past month of her life—She reveled in being the center of things. And while it was slowly becoming less…Horrifying… It still wasn’t the same. Much about her, wasn’t the same.

Sand splashed her in the face, in her open mouth—Stinging her eyes as her hands rose, head turning to avoid the rest of it. A snarl tore from her before she could swallow it as she wiped at her eyes… Blinking with disbelief at her attacker. For a moment, she thought Reikon was back. It was something that had his trade mark all over it… And screamed, Alpha. Stupid, inane, special—Alpha.

She spat grit out of her mouth.

She barely registered that she had new members to her own team… Let alone new ones to the Alpha’s—As insane as the last week had been. Recuperating from being tortured, driven insane, and nearly made the mistress of a demon lord with ambitions of would domination had really taken some of the initiative out of her.

But it hadn’t done a thing to change her anger.

“Handle it, or I will...”, she spoke to Kerrigan’s retreating back, feeling her eyes fill with a familiar white light in response to her emotions—She couldn’t swallow it down before it showed, the immediate area around her dimming then brightening, a sudden flare of heat exuding from her. Not enough to burn anyone near her, but noticeably different.

It didn’t help matters any that the bloody Alpha leader was suddenly in her face—As if she had been the one to do something wrong. Her anger intensified… Worsening. She recognized the way that Stone was looking at her, and the anger suddenly gave way to weariness… It was as if she were a ticking time bomb.

In a way, she supposed she was.

“Newness is no excuse for blatant rudeness and disrespect—Unless he was raised by barbarians in a backwards culture during the stone age.”, she bit out coldly, rising to her feet—Not one to let Isabella stand taller than her in any situation.

Her white eyes held not care, no sight of blue… Only heat, hellfire white. She felt her anger swell, she struck out quickly and grabbed Isabella by the upper arm and yanked her forcibly several paces away from the other Omega’s. She knew that the…Exquisite heat Isabella felt on her arm would keep her…Compliant—Unless she started with the mind tricks.

Isabella wouldn’t hurt her. She didn’t believe in it. Narcissa didn’t have any qualms and let the heat from her palm go up a notch in warning. “Control your bloody Alpha, Stone. You don’t see a single one of my Omega’s treating you like that… I don’t have the time, or the patience for another Arctic wannabe—”

“Who, by the way, is drunk, again—Passed out, on the beach. If you won’t teach them who not to screw with just because it’s bloody fun—I’ll be happy to show them the ropes. Elixir and Angel aren’t here to help them. It will be painful.”, she hissed furiously, speaking lowly enough that her Omega’s wouldn’t be able to understand what she was saying. It was…Detrimental to leading, to let the pawns hear one leader…Speak, with the other. “And you—Stay the hell out of my face. Because of you, from this point on, the Alpha’s get whatever they have coming to them.”

Narcissa didn’t care to listen to what Bella had to say—Never trusting a word that came out of her mouth. If it made her feel too agreeable, to complaint—She knew that Stone was using her powers to influence her, and she hated it. She hated the way Isabella had come up to her—Acting as if she was going to flay the kid alive.

And if that was what Isabella was going to think, then Narcissa would prove her right. She didn't care what damage she did to Isabella... She deserved it, and more, for the millions of times she'd used her powers against her. Usually to save one of her idiot children.

"I'll see all of the Omega's at the bonfire tonight-- It's on the main beach. Pass the bloody word along!", she snapped towards Forellen, Maddy, and the others still sitting. Her anger there was misplaced-- But most of them would be used to it by now.

It was nothing personal... She generally liked her Omega's. So long as they were... Hers. Her emotions were still out of whack...The grip she had on herself tenuous...Things like this pushed her back to breaking.

The sun goddess stalked from the beach, her footsteps unconsciously leaving glass imprints behind that glittered in warning. She left her things on the beach and went inside, passing the others without a thought as her eyes returned to blue—The scorching heat tucking back into her core.

Bloody, Alpha’s.