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Team: Alpha's Winter Wolf
Location: Library with the other Alphas trying not to get himself roasted



Looking up at the girl who had just walked into the library as she quickly went to the bookshelf. He kept watching out of the corner of his eye as she then came up to the table him and the other two Alpha's were at and smiling he nodded his dark eyes lighting up slightly at the prospect of having another Alpha to talk to. "Aye of course Tsukino I have problems with you sitting here." He opened his arms to include the others sitting around him. "It's clear that your not an Omega by the way you quickly tucked your tail between your legs and hid." He chuckled low and yet hearty.

Moving his feet he dropped to floor with a decent thunk as the chair feet hit the ground and using his foot he pushed the chair across from him out for Tsukino to sit. "Please join us lass." He spoke confident in his own accent he liked it people in this country knew it was him when he spoke it also kept him closer to his family. He moved his hand gesturing to the chair he had just kicked out as even more invitation for her to join.

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Maddy mentioned making knives, and Aren shook his head... “I hadn't, but I do now..” Turning to Dom, Aren grinned. “ Remind me not to turn my back on her.” He said in a stage whisper, teasing his teammate with his usual good nature. “And... we'll have to use some cut resistant material to hold her long enough to make our getaway.”

The young man's eyebrows perked upwards when Raine said she required a good reason to tag along, a quiet chuckle emanating from deep within the cavities of his chest. “You'll be with the awesome duo of a Slovene and Native American, is that not reason enough?” Aren jibed, dimples appearing on either side of his lopsided grin.

He didn't miss the grimace Raine gave him when Narcissa's voice rang through his comm, scolding him for failing his class. Really, he didn't understand why they couldn't get along – the size shifter left it well enough alone. Conflicts between women were vicious, and getting caught in the crossfire was akin to being struck by a black mamba. Instead, he sank back into his chair, discouraged by the heaping amount of work he had ahead of him to manage a passing grade. The alpha girl sidled into one of the chairs next to him, offering to tutor him. “I'd be grateful to have someone as pretty as you help me out, but I'd feel guilty if I didn't get you something in exchange.” Of course, it'd not be money... but he'd certainly scrounge something together for the girl if she worked a miracle on his report card.

Ki'somma's voice sounded again, going back with her usual banter with him, and he laughed out as he held his comm up to reply just after her “date” remark. “Why are all the blonds in this school such a tease?” Aren asked, mirth laden in his voice so heavily that Cissa would be quick to catch it. “Besides... I don't know about Dom... but two women to one man is much sexier than two men to one woman.”

He'd somehow managed to get it said before she rolled in, the rhythmic clacking of her pumps doing well to announce her nearing the library before he could see her. And her remark as she entered, was clearly to cause Raine and any other accompanying Alphas to scatter like cockroaches exposed to light. “Ki'somma... when you're with a native, you'll find it doesn't matter what team... someone is liable to give it up for free. Minus you, who requires retribution in the form of a passing grade in the most useless of all the classes in this mansion.” The remark was clearly made in jest, one that he figured her twisted sense of humor might enjoy.

A few more students piled into the room, and Aren lifted his chin in they typical greeting way. “Nice to meet you, Varis. Name's Aren, and this is Dom.” He said, pointing a thumb towards his Slovene comrade. Rob too, came in, but at first said nothing in the way of introductions.

She decided, apparently... to pick on Dom depositing herself into his lap to chide him about his failing grades. “Blackmail?” Aren repeated, in line with Dom's sentiments, slightly miffed that she seemed to still be pissed about it.. “ Who would be stupid enough to do that?” And the fact that she'd called one of her own an idiot... clearly whoever it was needed to be dealt with. Lending his gaze to the ceiling, the native strategically placed where all the dumpsters that they could deposit said Omega into. Teach him/her a lesson. But he was distracted from the line of thoughts when she ended her commentary full circle – back onto making a remark against Raine. “Ki'somma you told us to pass... what's the harm in co-mingling if it gets you what you want?” He countered.

But then the corner of his mouth pulled back into a sinful grin as a new revelation hit him. “Unless, of course.... you're offering to place yourself as my tutor instead.” Something told him that he'd get a lot of whaps to the head if it came to that. Every time he got an answer wrong, he'd get another knot to his skull. Raine wouldn't go for electric-shock therapy, would she?

“And apathy, when it comes to anything Scooter has to say, or the American government is a given with my nature Ki'somma... you should know that by now.” Because, it was. One, he couldn't stand Scott's holier than thou complex... and the native had absolutely no interest in the inner workings of the American government. None.

Aren's amusement to Dom's near panic at the thought of Cissa making her way towards them was lucid, and he made no attempt to hide the laughter that found its way into the air. Being that the man had just seconds ago been ready to abandon him with the tedium of his studies, he couldn't help but find a small amount satisfaction that now Dom too, would be grounded to the library until he caught up. “You weren't either... and as for the loaning me money... you'd have been like a loan shark anyways.” He retorted, pretending to be cross for just a brief moment.

One of the new alphas (Robert) rose to Raine's defense, and Aren couldn't find the words to say. Again with the whole being bit by a viper thing... Plus, Cissa wouldn't want to be handled; it'd only piss her off more, and an unhappy Cissa did not for an easy life make.

He stayed quiet, watching Dom fluster through poor excuses as to why he was failing, happy to be out of the hot seat in this instance. Rather... happy to not be the hot seat in this instance. And again lost himself to a snigger when Cissa was called a tease for the second time in less than ten minutes.

But all of that ceased when Aren's ears caught wind of what was being said in the other group. Didn't they know? Hadn't they been warned?

Number one rule on the teams? No matter which color you sported?

Don't. Piss. Off. Narcissa. “Solaris”. Stone.

Ever. Unless... you had this sick desire to be roasted in a way no dissimilar to a marshmallow dipped in kerosene and then tossed into the camp fire.

He tensed, though not visibly... hoping to Napi that she'd not do anything rash. Aren turned, letting his chocolate eyes widen to Raine, indicating that she needed to usher the new Alphas to safety... and teach them very quickly... that when you play in fire one of two things happens:
1) you pee yourself.
2) You get burned.

Or option three... both happen simultaneously.

“Ki'somma...” It was the only word he could get out, anything beyond that, and she'd take it as a way to temper her.... And now, given her explosive mood... not at all a good idea.




OOC:

Team: Alpha's Winter Wolf
Location: Library with the other Alphas



Smiling his eyes light up at the fact Tsukino had blatantly asked his powers he pushed back slightly and put his arms under the tables pulling the air out of the air and coating his right hand in ice. He raised his hand up and put it on the table out of view of the Omegas as he moved his hand the ice cracked and creaked. "I am an ice user." He spoke quietly and in hushed tones his smile just as big as when he started.

Varis allowed the ice to melt and then wiped it up quickly as he did. "I can't much with it yet but what I can do is useful." He shrugged and put his hands behind his head as he pushed back up and put his feet back up on the table. He watched Tsukino and the others he was sure they had an idea as to what his basic powers were. His eyes kept darting around the room a habit his father got him into when he thought he would be a member of the IRA and was training him for that along with his mother's training.

Name: Leonardo "Renaissance Man" Rossi
Team: Alphas
Location: Music room with Aurelie
Eh... Now What?

Leonardo wasn’t very sensitive about the physical therapy sessions; he’d been through them before. When he was in his superpower part of his basic training so the scientists and Portman could gauge just what his limits were, they had sliced off his finger to see if it would grow back with the regenerative abilities of a salamander. It did… but it wasn’t recommended to trial again. Leo doubted that many others went through rehab for lost limbs in order to grow them back; Aurelie probably though that he had severely broken his wrist. That was Leo’s first taste as to what sort of monster Portman was. Luckily Leo didn’t have to use a salamander too many times after that, and he hoped it would stay that way.

Aurelie asked how many other students were injured while they were on their last escapade. Leonardo had to think about that for a moment. As far as he knew, he was the only one who was at least seriously injured during the Halloween town incident. Tara had been falling apart and Christian was missing his head, but that was probably reversed as they made it back to the real world. “I think I was the only one who required physical therapy,” he finally answered. “I mean, a lot of people were injured; it’s how it is while on the teams. Granted, we were all in different forms from our original selves…” Leonardo was a bit reluctant to reveal the next part, “for instance I was turned into a vampire… pretty much the only reason why my wrist was spared. That, and Lillian.” Now that he thought about it, he had never properly thanked the brunette mimic since they returned to the mansion. He made a mental note to do that later.

Then the inquiry arose of just how many times he had mimicked the certain property of enhanced hearing, Leonardo realized something. He knew what her power was… but he didn’t think that he told her what his was. Looks like she figured it out herself though. “I didn’t mention that I’m an animal mimic, did I?” Leonardo asked, raising an eyebrow. “But yeah, I’ve mimicked a moth a few times in terms of hearing. Mostly to listen in on people’s conversations… you know, for intelligence gathering and such. I really applaud Bella for the amount of control she has over her ability… I was just glad I could turn mine off when I switch to another ability. It’s like… blasting your iPod in your ears with six different songs playing at the same time… even if the conversations are in the next building.” He hoped his simile comparison worked; usually he was adept at explaining things in terms of an imaginary example.

After Leo inquired about Aurelie’s past, she didn’t seem too troubled to explain it. So she was Amish, emphasis on the was. Leonardo hadn’t really known any Amish people, but he had helped break up a Mormon polygamist cult once… which was sort of close, right? No technology, no racy clothing, no contact with the outside world? He knew that the same traits ran rampant in some Mormon communities, as well as some secluded Jewish settlements (he saw an episode of Law and Order SVU), but most notably the Amish. It seemed that she had left a while ago and lived with her sister in New York who had also abandoned the simple life of the Amish. Leonardo totally missed the mention of dance and the significance of it; he thought most musically inclined individuals were able to dance as well, so he paid no mind to it.

He was getting ready to ask her if she ever thought about going back… but then again, she left for a reason, didn’t she? Just like how Leo left SHIELD, he knew he would never go back as long as that monster would be his leader. Leonardo had always dreamt of retiring to some quiet small town when he was old and world-weary, but he had never envisioned an Amish community. After a moment of thought, he completely discounted the idea of retiring in the land of the Amish. He wouldn’t be able to conform to their standards of clothing and rituals… because he obviously had no idea what in blazes rumspringa was. Maybe he would go back to Montana… of course, this would be after he served his country until he like sixty or something.

Now Leonardo struggled as to what they could talk about. They had already stated their hobbies and interests, as well as open up about their pasts a little. What else was there, though? Leonardo had hardly had a legitimate conversation with another human being in what seemed like years. Sure, he joked around with his SHIELD buddies, but that was different. Would it be wise to end the conversation here and go their separate ways? No… things were going well at this stage. “So… do you want to go do something?” Leo asked, trying his best not to let on that he was slightly bored. “Do you need help moving in to your room? Or maybe we could go somewhere? I’ve been cooped up in the mansion for awhile… it grows on you, you know?” These were all merely suggestions; Leonardo made sure to say them with such a tone that he was open to anything Aurelie might come up with.

Alpha's, the winning team. Got Game?

First it was basketball, then it was tennis. There had to be some sports his geokinetic friend played. Maybe she was tomboy in her early ages and played football. Dimitri figured that since she could play with the earth that she would have a deeper connection with mother nature. At least, when it came to sports anyway. The playboy was going to find out what sort of sport she played one way or another. Dimitri smiled a bit when he saw Tara's reaction to his false date comment. There was no self worth issues inside of Dimitir's chiseled body. Just days when he felt like crap. What came next, Dimitri had to hold back his laughter to say it perfectly. Not because it was hillarious but it was stupid; stupid funny that was.

"Oh-ho i get it; deep rooted, cause of roots, you control the earth, mother nature, I got you." he joked.

If Tara didn't ditch him after his stupid joke they the two would make it to the game room. It if made her feel better, Dimitri would allow her to make a stupid joke about his powers. All it had to do was make him giggle at least. If she could make him laugh(she was doing a good job so far), then he was alright with that. Near the seat she took he took a good look at the shelves for any games that ignited his interest. The one that he really wanted to see Tara work at was a game that she was probably familiar with. It was one of those games where two people who bordered on decent talent could both play and have fun. Not to mention it was also a good game to play with girls. A little dose of overexaggeration here and there and that had potential to make a fun night for both the guy and the girl. All one needed was some rhythm. The game's initials was all that needed to be heard.

D.D.R

He would have to bury his desire to play Dance dance Revolution with Tara, unless she had the good foot and wanted to see Dimitri in action outside of his bedroom. From her choices, two of those games he was a bit familar with than the rest. Two of those games he could see the game getting dirty depending on their minds. Strip poker was one thing because Dimitri was watching a girl strip for him. But when he was playing scrabble with a girl, points went out the window and words describing what they wanted to do with each other's bodies began to show up. Urbandictionary had them, so they counted as words right? Of course they did!

"With monopoly, id be here for days, but i wouldn't mind with the company that i have. But a little poker never killed anyone." Dimitri told her as he grabbed the deck of cards and placed them on the table.

"What are we playing for?" he asked.

Omega - Cafeteria: Good company, trying to ease fears


Getting comfy in the chair he picked out took no time at all. It took him more time to pry open the magazine in his hands than to fully relax. That was how overcome with fatigue he was. Tired as though he may have been, Christian did not miss the nods of acknowledgment both of the new Omegas (Orchid and Megan) had leveled his way. His ears picked up on the fact that they were formulating plans for lunch, something that made him feel slightly sick to his stomach; the breakfast he had eaten was huge and he was quite certain he could not fathom to try and eat anything until dinner that night.

To his delight, the first article that he stumbled upon in the magazine he picked up featured a rather elegant looking shotgun. A Mossberg .12 gauge, pump action complete with pistol grip, to be precise. If he had the money and the clearance from the senior staff, he would most assuredly have one in his grubby little mitts. The rest of the magazine he poured over was much of the same; guns he'd love to at least try firing once to say that he did... and the realization that he would never have the clearance necessary. Of course he did realize that if he did have full clearance to use a Barret .50 cal sniper rifle then s**t had most assuredly hit the fan.

He wasn't oblivious to Megan's offer to join them in their lunch excursion, but he just knew he wouldn't be eating. And he didn't want people feeling off-put by his current lack of hunger. Before he had the chance to graciously decline Megan's offer, Kerri had to go and extend the same invite.

"When in Rome, right?", he said while stretching out a bit. Standing to his feet, he rolled up the magazine in his hands and stuffed it in his back pocket, hoping the lounge wouldn't care if he took for future reference. "And it looks like the chuck wagon's rollin' without us," Christian said, watching Kerri lead the way to the cafeteria. Naturally, even when it concerned walking the halls, Christian found himself lingering to the back of the pack. In the midst of all the small talk going on during the trek to the cafeteria, Christian did at least take care to formally introduce himself to both Orchid and Megan.

When they had gotten to the cafeteria, Christian found himself in line to get something to drink at the very least. And after being herded like farm animals to the trough, he had two containers of apple juice in his paws and was looking for the small group he'd accompanied there. When he approached the table where the three Omega females were sitting, he could only look at Kerri incredulously as she seemed to be enjoying her pizza lunch a little too much.

"So...to get on your good side, all someone's gotta do is bring you pizza? I'll keep that in mind," Christian quipped, a small grin forming as he found himself a place to sit and took it. "And don't worry 'bout me eatin'. Had a huge breakfast."

While he sat there, he heard Kerri lift whatever moratorium there was placed on questions pertaining to the Omegas. And as he sat there, he wondered what it was Kerri meant about him helping to clue both Orchid and Megan in about the Omega's true angle. To his chagrin, there was nothing much he could add; even though he had been involved in a couple field missions and the debacle on Catalina, he was still relatively green. Sometimes he even wondered what the Omega's true intent was on any given day... aside from raising a bit of Hell.

Christian cracked open one of the juices sitting in front of him and took a rather copious drink before focusing his attentions on Megan briefly. Those... claws on her hands were definitely something that only a blind man could miss, and if he was any sort of dubious fellow, he'd have laughed at the sight of the girl trying to eat her lunch. The table was quiet however, that was until Megan decided to open the floor and ask the first question. Inquiring about Cissa she was, and Christian was somewhat hesitant to say anything.

What they say about first impressions was true and when he'd first met the Omegas leader, she had gotten one of his good friends caught in her crossfire. And she didn't care in the slightest. That did too much to sour his disposition concerning the woman, despite the fact that she had saved his hide back on Catalina. And helped him survive in that Nightmare dreamworld.

"Cissa?," Christian said calmly, thinking about what it was he was trying to say. "Naw. She ain't THAT bad. I look at it like this." He paused mid-sentence to wet his palette with some juice before continuing. "She's just a momma bear lookin' to protect her cubs... all while she's got a nest full of angry hornets jammed up her butt."