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 Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2014 10:42 pm
Name: Raine "Glitter" Burke
Team: Alphas
Power: Creation and Manipulation of Electricity
Location: Jet --> New Base Hallways  Gabriel seemed relieved at their acceptance of his request, though immediately he apologized for not including Katerina in the request. She didn't think that the girl would take it personally, but her silence was unnerving - if she had been in his shoes, she probably would have started spouting apologies too. Raine turned to Kat as the feline beauty corrected her, the brunette smirking - down was going to take some getting used to when they were already on the ground floor. She let the girl pull ahead of them, leading the way for their little band with their luggage floating effortlessly behind them. It was one way to enter the new base - at the last they turned a few heads. As they made their way through the hallway, the firefly watched as Kat confronted someone she didn't recognize, with a sort of familiarity that made her wonder if she had met the boy before. She challenged him to a game of tag, the group leaving him behind with a perplexed look on his face. It was only a minute or two before they were on their way once more, the brunette making it a point to not look back - it would ruin the look of the whole group if she didn't at least attempt to exude the same confidence as her companions. She kind of envied them. The shapeshifter's comment about being pretty girls with super powers made her laugh at least, Raine quickly finding herself enjoying Kat's company. Apparently, even being hot with powers didn't hold the elevator for them, Raine running a hand back through her hair when it was announced they were taking the stairs. " It's only 4 floors, how bad can it be?" Hazel eyes cast sideways to Gabriel, Aurelie asking if he needed any help with the bags that he was attempting to carry for the girls. The boy kindly declined, specifying that his role in their merry band was pack mule, and he was used to such a station. Thankfully, her dread was unwarranted, the group arriving at the proper floor through Katerina's leadership to a little block of rooms that still had some openings. The two bombshells eyed a jack and jill set up, Raine wishing she had the telekinetic's powers as things started zipping into their places. " That has to come in so handy," she muttered, the brunette turning her sights on one of the empty rooms that had been mentioned before. Aurelie offered to help them once she was finished, the firefly offering her a grateful smile. " That sounds awesome, thanks. Admittedly, it'll take me a lot longer than 15 minutes to unpack," she responded with a laugh, turning to Gabe and motioning for him to follow her so that the ladies could get settled into their new home. Before she got too far, however, Dominik approached the room, holding one of Aurei bras. " Oh," was all she managed to get out before he boy tried to get the girl's attention, holding out the bra with a grin. It felt like prying to linger, but she was plugged into the academy gossip network enough to know that the interaction may very well be unwelcome on the blonde's part. Gabriel stole her attentions by asking her which room she preferred, with the caveat that he likely wouldn't be there much. Picking out one of her bags and her cello case in the pile that now sat on the floor, she tucked a few sun-kissed curls behind her ear. " I really don't care either. I guess I'll take that one," she stated with a shrug, offering him a small smile as she made her way towards the door she'd indicated. She case a glance towards Aurelie's room, trying to ascertain whether any intervention aside from Kat was needed. She wasn't sure what she would do, should said intervention be needed, but it felt right to look. Friends looked after each other. Disappearing into her new room, the brunette tossed her bag on the bed, returning to the pile to bring the last two back with her. The heaviest one, containing all her books, was placed gently on the desk, for fear of harming them, while the girl turned back to review her new surroundings. It was weird not having a roommate anymore - not necessarily unwelcome, but weird. At least she took some comfort in the fact that friends were only a door or two away. The first thing she fished out was her iPad, setting it up on the desk and turning on some classical music to assist with the unpacking process that was about to begin. And, like almost everything else in her life, Raine had a process. It was dangerously close to becoming a science. Humming along to the melody of Bach as the phrases swelled and receded, the firefly carefully moved her cello to the corner before handing the multiple hanging organizers she brought for the closet, ensuring that everything would have it's proper place.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 7:55 am
Team: Omegas
Location: Jet --> Halls --> Infirmary
Thinking: Pleading   Kerrigan and Roland passed some time in the hallways together in silence, the redhead finally speaking up about what happened and pleading with him to start trusting his teammates more. She was patient while he explained himself, green eyes searching over him before she slipped her hand into his, delicately lacing their fingers together. Her request that he work on trusting his teammates didn't fall on deaf ears, for which she was grateful, casing him a small smile at his self deprecating admission. He asked her not to make him promise to let this thing with Leion go. Her gaze rounded on him, releasing a soft sigh.
"I won't make you promise. But, I'm asking. At the end of the day, I'm with you. But, I'm also in the chain of command - I know you know I can't let retaliation amongst the Omegas slide. I can't protect you from Narcissa. If anything, you have more of a target on your back now than ever before." It was true - the blonde rivaled most fathers in the standards she'd set for Kerrigan's dating life. "You know, it's dangerous to want to be with me," she joked, a grin overtaking her features despite the seriousness of the statement. If he hadn't figured it out by now, he would. They always did. And then they left, for one reason or another.
The pair left their conversation, Kerrigan attempting to lighten the mood as they continued through the hallways. She asked him how he'd been keeping busy in their new underground home since he'd been here, an eyebrow raising at his answer. There was something a little unsettling about the idea of "ethically unsound" practices taking place here before they moved in. "Well, that sounds....terrifying," she joked, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a soft laugh.
"At least you've been keeping yourself busy. Nothing worse than idle hands to make you realize that you've been sent to a giant underground beehive to hide out until the buzz surface-side dies down. I have a feeling we're going to be dealing with some real cabin fever around here relatively soon." And that would mean more work for her, if she was really being honest with herself. Sometimes, it was a real pain to have such a level head. She always found herself smack dab in the middle of situations she'd rather just avoid. Omegas were known for their tempers, however, and it would be easier, and ultimately more preferable for everyone involved, if Kerrigan ran interference instead of the short blonde alternative.
They arrived at the infirmary, Kerrigan smiling at Elixir as she stepped aside to let the mutant do his work. She asked just how often he'd been visiting since he'd arrived at the new base, chuckling at the man's response. "Scrapes and bruises, huh? Those boxes of files must have been real mofos," she retorted, stretching her arms over her head. Roland smiled at her while they waiting for the healer to finish his diagnosis, the redhead jumping slightly when the ice pack slapped over his knee.
"Thanks for the bedside manner, Elixir. I promise, you'll be seeing less of him now that I'm here." She gave the X-Man a pleasant wave as he released them, her beau giving her a kiss on the cheek before leading her back out into the hallways and asking where she wanted to go next.
"As much as I want to say the gym or training rooms, I still need to claim a room. No doubt the prize ones are already taken - Cissa may have saved me one if she's already finished up with Leion, but who knows. Care to show me to the dorms? Make sure to point yours out on the way." She always liked to know where those closest to her were located, in case of an emergency. Preparedness was one of the reasons she'd done so well in the Academy, despite all of the attacks they'd endured. Their new home was meant to be more secure, true, but she'd learned never to trust it. Trouble would find them eventually - it always did."That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me. This one's a fighter."
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 9:40 am
  Mutation: Geokinesis
Alpha
Location: New Facility - Alkalai Lake Tara smiled at Alex as the girl lowered her hand, seeming a little surprised that the brunette knew who she was. This was was far too timid - she needed to toughen up or this place would eat her up alive. The blonde fell into step behind her as the earth mover made her way towards the elevator, though before they got too far, Blake joined them. She was more than glad for the male company - the country bumpkin was cute and not altogether unbearable to be around. He'd do until they could find someone better. " Oh, you know I love that southern charm," she joked with him as she disregarding any notions of personal space and linked their arms, the boy agreeing to escort them through the halls. He acknowledged Alex with an award-winning smile, glad that she didn't have to go through another round of introductions for the girl's sake. Linking her other arm with Alex, the girl asked if she was ok, drawing a blank stare from the brunette. " Yea," she said simply, turning her attentions back to Blake to compliment him on his handling of the fight between Leion and Roland, but also to voice her grievance at his breaking it up. He was just as surprised as most of them that the blonde boy was the instigator of the assault, to which the brunette could only give a small nod. " Well, just goes to show you that it's the quiet ones you have to watch out for. Never know when they are going to snap. But I'm glad someone appreciates my humor around here. It's just such a rough crowd." He attempted to redeem himself by saying he would have let the fight continue were it not for his fear of the Omega leader, with whom he was in a constant state of trouble given his friendship with the Alpha leader. One day, she would be able to piece that rivalry's history together. One day. She did get a little glimpse into his history with Bella, heather fields deepening his accent in the most adorable way possible. " Huh? I'm sorry, that accent and that smile made me tune out for a second," she joked, raising an eyebrow as he promised her that they would find a way to keep her entertained, even if it meant paying people off. " What kind of entertainment did you have in mind, Jethro?" Giving him a little wink, she turned to Alex once more. While they waited for the elevator to arrive, she pressed the blonde for gossip from the flight. The girl chuckled, though her answer left something to be desired. "Assets" was hardly descriptive, and spitballs were so elementary school. " Well, that sounds....incredibly boring. I'm not sure what I've done in my life to be surrounded by the most boring mutants on the entire planet, but I better start repenting. Boring and uneventful is going to kill us around here." If she asked for elaboration on the "assets" that were the topic of conversation, she had a feeling the blonde would blow a gasket. She was already blushing too furiously at the very insinuation of inappropriate conversation. Those that didn't think Tara had a conscience should be around to witness this moment - she wasn't going to press the girl any further. Blake, on the other hand, went so far as to point out that the blonde had assets like the rest of them, the brunette turning her gaze down the girl's figure before giving a small shrug. " You know, he's not wrong. I mean, it's hard to compete with the boob twins around here, but some guys like that whole...sweet and innocent thing." The blonde quickly changed the subject once the group was inside the elevator, asking about the base and whether it was as bad as they were dreading. Blake tried to assure her that the base was bigger than it seemed, and the fact that they spared no expense on making it habitable made it feel more like a home than anything. At the very least, he assured her that they would be back outside soon enough. Trouble never left them alone for long, and eventually the Alphas would be needed. " You'll get used to it after awhile. Unless you really stop to think about it, the windows have all are all rigged to make it look like we're still a part of the world." He suggested that they could use the simulation room to get some sunshine if they wanted, which wasn't really a bad idea as far as ideas went. At least they could pretend - Tara was constantly reminded on the fact that she was surrounded by earth. She could constantly feel it, pressing all around her. Tricking her brain would only do so much. The elevator came to a halt, signaling their arrival to their destination. The brunette motioned for the blonde to go ahead, following her out of the elevator ahead of their male companion. No doubt, he would insist - it's what a cowboy would do. " So, Alex, you just need to claim a room. It's first come, first serve, co-ed, so jump on the one you want before all the good ones are gone. I think there's one there, right next door to one of the new cuties." She gave the girl a wink, clearly teasing her. It was fun to get a rise out of her - maybe this wouldn't be as boring as she thought.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 5:47 pm
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WE BOW TO NONE. WE STAND AS ONE.  Truth be told, these new X-Men digs weren't too completely terrible. Sure, it was underground. And sure, it had that sensation of previously being a giant torture chamber. But with a few decorations here and there, it could almost be livable... for people of a much lower class than Orchid. That was as good as one could hope for given their current situation. Still, she'd rather be out there in the field hunting down their prey and making the humans pay for their attacks on the mutant community. But at least for now they were out of their reach. Unless Canada suddenly adopted the Mutant Registration Act in some form as well and allowed the Sentinels to run roughshod over the North as they did in the United Stattes, they were safely out of their jurisdiction. She doubted such would be the case, given Canada's stereotypical lack of aggression, but one never knew. It would be just like the US to bully their policies into action all the way up here.
Things would be so much easier if she just ran the world.
She looked at Magda with a cocked brow as they passed by the commotion with Roland and Leion on one of the upper floors. She shrugged. ”It wouldn't be the X-Men if we weren't eventually trying to kill each other. It's just the natural way of things.” Seriously, why couldn't these idiots save their hilariously romantic combat for the bedroom? Or at least use that aggression to fight back against their oppressors? ”Don't worry. They'll kiss and make-up, have a bunch of ugly babies, one of them will die and then come back to life all evil and stuff and try to destroy us all until we kick them into being on our side again, and eventually there'll be a clone saga somewhere in there. You know, business as usual.” Really, the last thing she wanted to deal with was more inter-team drama, so she avoided it like it was the plague. She most definitely did not want to be drawn into it, and when it came to X-Men quarrels she knew these things tended to draw in people like moths to a flame. All she wanted was to put her things down in her room, have a few drinks, and maybe lay down for a bit.
As they waited for the elevator to arrive, Orchid had the bright idea to throw a housewarming party or something of the sort. Something which would give her a flimsy excuse to get completely wasted and possibly make a few decisions she would regret in her next day's sobriety. ”We might as well,” she added with a shrug. She smirked at the notion that alcohol seemed to help people maintain their sanity. ”Or help lose it even further. Either way, better than anything we've got going on at the moment.” It seemed that many fellow X-Men seemed to share in her love of the sauce. Though, personally she felt it was really the only way to survive the every day insanity of everyday life as a mutant. The promise of a cold drink at the end of the day kept people from blowing their brains out. Most of the weaker children here would have PTSD by the time they even reached adulthood. It was either alcohol or therapy after that, and one of those was cheaper and ultimately more fun. ”We could always check to see if one of the stoner kids had any weed on them. I could probably flash one of them to get it for free.”
As they made their way to the girls' dorm, she allowed Magda to have a pick of the room they would be sleeping in. Really, she did not care where they slept; all this place promised was that whatever room they picked would surely be a two star hotel experience at the very best. She offered a smile to Magda when she stated that allowing her to pick was a brave choice. ”Well I'm on this team, so clearly I have a death wish.” Magda picked a room, and she nonchalantly made her way in alongside the girl. She dropped her belongings unceremoniously to the floor beside the bed that Magda hadn't picked. She then turned around a simply let herself fall backwards onto the bed. ”Looks fine,” she said to the girl without even looking. She laid the back of her head on the palms of her hands and crossed her legs. She took a drag of her cigarette, letting out most of the clove-flavored smoke escape through her nostrils.
She didn't stay in her laying position for long, as soon she was seated up and fumbling through on of her bags, as if looking for something specific. Eventually she found it, and place her ashtray on a night stand beside her bed, dropping what was left of the cigarette into it. Magda then asked her what was on the agenda, and Orchid simply shrugged. She fumbled around in her bag again, and after a few moments produced a half-full bottle of the same bourbon they'd been drinking on the flight. ”I have no real plans. If you wanna do something, feel free to suggest.” She placed the bottle a few inched from her ashtray. ”I think Cissa wanted a few of us to go to Beast and Forge's lab to go test out the new uniforms. I dunno, something about dimensions and pocket universes, and... truth be told I only paid attention to about half of it. But if you wanna go do that, we can.”
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 5:51 pm
  Tell me would you kill to save a life?
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Julian did not miss the sarcasm that erupted from Peyton when he'd mentioned how he was wherever he needed to be whenever he needed to be there. It was an over-the-top statement, to be sure, but given his power it was not necessarily untrue. One simply needed to give him a location, and he could be there in the blink of an eye. ”I am glad you agree,” he said with his smirk still perfectly in tact. He feigned ignorance of her sarcasm, but he knew she'd see right through it. He certainly did not miss the glare that she shot him when he'd said the word “ma'am” yet again, despite her wishes. It would be difficult to miss something from someone that was about as subtle as a a zeppelin explosion. It was a simple thing to push the buttons of someone that was angry as constantly as Peyton, but it was another thing entirely to push her buttons in a way the she could not tell how to immediately react to him and not alienate himself from her. That was not to say that she was easy to manipulate. She was definitely not stupid, just not as complicated as others. He liked simplicity.
The second Peyton, naturally, claimed that the original never spoke of her and that she was the prettier one. He failed to see how that was the case. A copy was rarely ever as good as the original. Sure, she looked the part, but she certainly lacked the mannerisms and small things that made the real Peyton special to him in her own unique way. This doppelganger could portray her own version of Peyton, but that wasn't the one he'd invested so much time with. Counterfeits were simply never the same product, and definitely not better. He'd rather truly see who this one was underneath the facade, but then with his own history with masks, he could not fault her for her mysteries. The real Peyton reassured him that the second was certainly delusional, and that she wasn't exactly all there. He suspected the opposite to be true, but he allowed the real Peyton this. ”I see,” he said, pausing to in mock consideration of her words, as well as sympathy. ”I am very sorry. It must be a difficult thing for your family to have to deal with.”
He apologized for any distress he may have caused, and followed that up with an introduction to the shapeshifter. In this generation of lost manners and pleasantries, it was no surprise to the thief that she seemed more disgusted and surprised by his antics than pleased. While he wasn't very old, there was little doubt that he was certainly born in the wrong age. All the things he loved seemed to be dead and gone. The shapeshifter asked Peyton if he was for real, and he answered for the blone. ”Deathly,” he said, a hint of malice in his tone. Peyton then answered her doppelganger, reassured her that he was a flamboyant old geezer, to which he could only smile. He asked her if he truly looked so old, and she responded that he looked like an old gimp. He shrugged. If that was the way he came across to others, it could not be helped. Sure, he could change his look and mannerisms, but where was the fun in that? He would just have to be the resident old man, even though he was only twenty. He could live that.
Besides, he liked being the beneficiary of lowered expectations. And he had no problem stating as such. No one expected a man who walked with a cane or spoke in such an old fashioned way to be able to do much. Perhaps if they did not see him as an old man, then maybe a time traveller from an age past where such things were commonplace, and they would assume that he did not have the grit of a modern gentleman. If only they knew. But he was fine with them not knowing about him, or expecting much from him. Early on in his training with the Hand as a ninja, he'd learned that these things were the best for a ninja; and while he was certainly no longer an assassin, there were some things that were just universal. ”If that is how you wish to see me, ma'am, then I have little desire to contradict you.” Peyton joined in in such mocking, but he did not mind. A lesser, more insecure, man would defend himself against such accusations. He was confident enough in himself that he did not feel a need to.
The shifter and her friend walked away then, while Peyton told her to keep walking. The shifter left with the final word, causing Peyton to role her eyes. All he did was smirk at her, as per usual. She chastised him, letting him know that he better have been talking about himself, and that if he was expecting any fun with her he would be leaving disappointed. ”Who else would I possibly be referring to but myself, little wolf?” He had no ulterior motives with his words initially, but why not dash her assumptions? She chided him for possibly thinking the shifter was actually her sister, asking him for clarification. ”I just assumed from the start she was a shapeshifter, really. Nothing new for people like us.” He shrugged casually. Shapeshifting seemed to be one of the more common powers in this world full of superpowered individuals, especially with mutants. By this point it very rarely actually surprised him to see people use such an ability. And while they were within the X-Men, they were at least safe from one of the malicious ones. He was sure the resident psychics would scan for any of the evil ones, if not now, then later. She informed him that her only sister was eleven, and that she did not look so much like her. ”I see.” He wondered if this little sister was anything like Peyton, attitude-wise. He did not think the world could take more than one of her.
He did not seem to be able to win over this Aspen girl. He wondered what he did to gain her ire so completely. But he supposed some battles simply were not worth fighting, so he would not bother to continue trying. He'd simply act the way he always did, and not pay any mind to the girl's rudeness. Aspen rejected his apologies, and scoffed at his idea that he wanted to be kind, stating that he clearly had to have some kind of ulterior motive. He shrugged. He wondered just what experiences the girl had had in her life to have such a foul attitude toward someone as well-meaning as him. ”Perhaps you are right, Aspen. Epicurus argued that all human behavior is motived by the seeking of pleasure. This goes along with the view of philosophical egoism, that holds that true altruism is impossible because even such actions bring some intrinsic reward to the actor. In this sense, we are both correct. I have a reason to be kind to you, and that reason is because it makes me happy to be kind to you. It is my pleasure.” He doubted that would convince her, but at this point he did not care. Peyton at least tried to keep the peace, and offered the opinion that since he offered, he probably should. ”No, Peyton. If Miss Aspen wishes to take her and your bags, then I shall not argue. She can take them herself.” Julian was always a gentleman, but he was not going to allow this child to walk all over him for it.
”Perhaps,” he said to the girl with the red hair. He placed his cane under one of his arm pits, and placed each hand on which of the women's shoulders was toward him. Within seconds the three of them had vanished within a puff of smoke. At the very last possible second, however, he got a very, very mean idea. They blinked out of existence, and reappeared within... a shower? Specifically, the shower in the boys' locker room in the seventh sublevel. Without a moment's hesitation, he let go of Aspen and reached toward one of the shower dials, turning it to cold as swiftly as he could, and quickly disappearing out of sight with Peyton in tow. As soon as they reappeared within the girls' dormitory, he let go of Peyton. He offered her a smug smile. ”I'm sorry. I honestly could not resist.” He blinked out existence again, this time reappearing in the kitchen. ”Don't mind me,” he said to those already there. He reached into one of the cupboards and grabbed a glass. He went to the refrigerator and filled the glass with some water. He drank a small sip, before removing his communicator and dropping it inside the three quarters-full glass. He knew the water would not damage it, but the water would at least silence the anger that was sure to blow up on the comm from his two previous companions.
The Englishman looked up toward the others and smiled at them innocently, setting his cane beside him. ”Why, hello there.”
((OOC: Permission given for Julian's teleportation hijinks.))
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 4:57 am
  
★ At this Location: Hallways, then Kitchen
★ Thinking About: I always wanted to be on Iron Chef...
★ While on Team: Alpha
The idea of having a cooking competition was thrown into the air, and Lyn could feel the excitement welling inside her. There wasn't enough agreement among the group the guarantee that it would happen, of course, but Lyn still gave Luke a fierce look. Don't chicken out on me, her eyes seemed to say, before they returned to their innocent happiness. Her switch for excitement was easy to flip, and Lord help any person that got into her sights. Luke make a comment about the Omegas being...Omegas, and Lyn came in with a quick save. "Yeah, but that means the Alphas are full of sweethearts and joy. I'm proof of that, and anyone who says otherwise can bite a fat lemon!" she proclaimed, biting into her knuckle for emphasis.
The group made their way towards the kitchen, doubts about making it there in one piece. Luke recalled the famous trope about black men being the first to perish in such situations, and Lyn suppressed a giggle. "Well, if we're digging into tropes, that means the virgin also lives to the end of the movie." she said, feeling her face flush a bit after such a word uttered. However, she gave no indication as to who the virgin was, despite the redness in her eyes continuing to spread. An educated guess wouldn't be too inaccurate at this point.
Gracie tried to lighten Luke's mood by pointing out that there was another person on the Alphas with a dark complexion. "Marcel! Water guy! I forget his codename, but his name is definitely Marcel!" she said, feeling helpful for remembering one of her teammate's name.
Luke explained his trek into the third floor Bieber fest that he came across, and how he managed to escape with his life. He hoped the women would avoid the floor too, as he thought them high class. Daylia and Gracie played modesty well, but Lyn milked the compliment for all that it was worth. The other two girls seemed to agree with her, Gracie even complimenting her cheekbones. Daylia made a quip about 'uppers being downers', but Lyn just stuck her tongue out playfully. "Well, I suppose I must prove stereotypes wrong, m'lady? I have my wondrous southern charm to work with, after all." she said to them, her voice also falling into a pompous upper class accent. He broke into giggles again, not being able to hold the stoic demeanor most upper class seemed to be born with.
For the briefest of moments, there seemed to be a slight tension between Luke and Daylia, brought on by discussions about belonging on a team. Gracie was quick to mediate any potential issues, but an asking look to Lyn caught the redhead's eye. "Bad manners get bad servings!" she tried, not knowing if her words worked. They seemed to, as the group went back to their idle chatter of food and continued their journey.
They found their way, and Luke and Lyn definitely needed to give Daylia credit for her totally not random leading. They went to work with their own prizes, Lyn digging for something sweet: talk of cupcakes and pie gave her quite the sweet appetite herself.
The illusive cooking competition reared it's head again, Lyn's head slowly rising to meet Luke's. It seemed it was finally set to go down. "To the deeeeath!" she uttered out, before taking a bite of an apple she found (no candy for her). Esben's inclusion into the group meant another judge for them. No problem: it just meant more portions. Luke, however, did have a bit of a headstart on the cooking, so Lyn swiftly dashed to her cooking spot once she realized they had already started. She pulled out vegetables and a pot with a broth onto the stove, rushing to try and match Luke's pace. She decided on a small veggie soup as the opening dish for her meal, sprinkled with bread flakes and some spices. Another man (Julian) popped into existence somewhere in the kitchen, but Lyn couldn't give a proper greeting. "Hi, grab a seat if you want! A little occupied at the moment, unfortunately." He excused himself before grabbing some water, taking a sip, and dousing his communicator into the glass. Weirdoooo
She finished her opening dish a little after Luke did. "Nothing fancy here! Just a simple vegetable soup with sprinkled cheese and spices! Gotta get you ready for the main course!" she said as she distributed the plates to her judges. There was some left over for Gentleman Poof if he was interested.
She went back into cooking the main course, thinking of something with a kick. Ribs sounds good...
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 5:47 am
  The swift departure from Leo, Bella, and Esben led Christian, Charlotte, and Charlie to continue their own deliveries, Charlotte more than happy to lend them a hand. Christian nor Charlie were gonna argue with her decision. Buxom help was more than welcome, it certainly would help them finish so they can...do whatever it was they were gonna do. He never actually figured out what he was gonna do once he finished up this task thrust upon he and (to an extent) Charlie.
He gave his thanks to Charlotte, and asked for Charlie's advice concerning the battlefield they were gonna enter. The encounter with the mysterious Katerina gave him pause, and a challenge: to find her sometime later. Quite the invitation really, but she delivered more like a game. Her scent was difficult to place, but she was able to figure out his true nature easily. Clearly, this did require further investigation. When he had the time, of course: he wasn't about to leave his post and leave Charlie with Charlotte, despite how much of a good hook up that sounded for Charlie. The brief exchange was just that, brief. Katerina left his presence just as fast as she came in, and Christian had little to solve this little mystery. Of course, Charlie and Charlotte did have a little say to the experience, evident by the grin on his friend's face and the coy remark from their newest friend. Charlie joked that the girl was definitely legal, to which Charlotte affirmed and the werewolf gave a slight huff. "I hope so, or the genepool she came from was awfully gifted to her puberty. For my sake, I hope it isn't the genepool case." he said, shaking his head.
"Well, the reward is at the end of another maze I have to navigate through, but I'll take it...that sounded less creepy in my head." he said to Charlie, catching his unthought train of words. Yes, he was still a little off guard by the encounter, so he'd probably need to get his bearings back. The girls' team affiliation was brought into question, and the pair's eyes were turned to Charlotte, who stated that Katerina was on the Alphas. Damn. Charlie brought Charlotte into the spotlight and asked her own team affiliation, to which she answered Omegas with a nod. Nice.
Charlotte gave her codename to the boys, and turned the light to them. "Well, Bella gave us a small intro, but I'm Christian, Feral on the field, and this is-" he said, pointing a thumb to Charlie, assuming that his friend would take the cue to say his own name. "We're on the Omegas as well. Glad to meet ya, Skadi. Charlotte. Charlie #2. Whichever sounds good for you." he said, giving options as to what she'd rather be called.
The elevators didn't take long to reach, and already Christian was at work trying to think up an effective scare method for any overly excited Beliebers. He settled on an uninterested look as he passed out bags to the tweens, making sure he made as little contact with the tainted objects as possible. "If I was a Bieb-thing, I'd expect Charlie here to put me out of my misery. Preferably with a shot of Jagermeister or something." he uttered lowly, keeping eye contact to a bare minimum with the kids. "Besides, if any of these kids do get a little excitable...I know a few tricks to scare em off." he warned his pals, flashing them a wicked grin. His canines looked larger than they usually were, a hint to his mutancy. One of the tweens took notice, backing away slowly once she retrieved her sleeping bag.
Of course, he wouldn't really hurt any of the kids: just a transformation would be enough to get any would be appreciators from being too thorough in their thanks. It was hard to approach a 10 foot werewolf easily without some type of assurance, he figured. Of course, that would mean removing his hoodie, lest it rip in his transformation. Doing so might remind some of these tweens that puberty was something they were certainly going though, with the proper reactions.
Okay, that sounded a bit creepy.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 8:04 pm
 The Omegas: His room |872|"If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well.
Then he's a fool, you're just as well, hope it gives you hell.
I hope it gives you hell.
Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself.
Yeah, where did it all go wrong?
But the list goes on and on." ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
Felix had been following along with Aurelie and Raine since the jet ride. An odd comment here and there. Mostly, however, he was taking in the scenery of their new prison home. It was times like these that made Felix want to leave. Trapped underground with no fresh air and only the x-men to keep him company because it was “dangerous” outside? The x-men were too soft to do what needed to be done. Maybe the brotherhood had the right idea, maybe they didn’t, but at least they were fighting instead of hiding.
The speedster would give anything to be able to just fight the good fight. To do anything besides taking the wait and see approach. All this goodness and cowardice was making him sick. Felix knew when to run from a fight, and this wasn’t it as far as he was concerned. They should be doing literally anything else. Granted he couldn’t claim to know what the higher ups were thinking, but currently Felix wasn’t willing to give them much confidence or the benefit of the doubt.
They were locking him up in the middle of nowhere underground. His youth years had taught him to hate anything confining. It was driving him ******** nuts and he’d only been on base for a few minutes.
Internal conflict was hidden behind the usual facade of indifference. Though, those who knew him best might take his mostly silence as a sign that he was doing some heavy thinking. Granted, he wasn’t sure present company could say they knew him that well, most of his time spent with them was spent teasing.
Arriving at Aurie’s door was enough to bring him out of his internal thought process, the blonde’s tornado of clothing was enough to snap him out of it. “Tornado’s usually happen outdoors, fyi, way to keep your ability concealed.” The man joked to her dryly. Felix’s attention went to Dom as he was arriving, and seeing the offered bra and words, a devious idea appeared in the speedster’s mind.
Appearing next to Dom in the blink of an eye, he grabbed the bra out of his hands with a look of incredulity. “How dare you grab my girlfriends undergarments, how dare you go through her secret lingerie box you lech!” Walking over to Aurelie, or rather stopping over there as if in anger, he handed the woman the bra. “The nerve of some people…”, wrapping an arm around Aurie’s shoulder quickly and giving her a kiss on the cheek before the telekinetic had much time to process or react, he turned so only she could see his face and winked.
“So where’s this box anyway?” He whispered in a low enough voice that only she would hear. Then walking back towards the door, he paused at Dom and glanced back at her. “I’ll let you get back to handling this fool honey. Give me a call if you gives you trouble. Kiss kiss and all that.” Then with a peace sign, the man was in the hallway with a pleased look on his face.
Spotting Raine enter a door not far ahead, the speedster made a beeline for the door. Passing Gabriel, he patted the man on the shoulder. “Yo’ spaz.” Was the only words offered as he entered Raine’s room right after she fished out her ipod. Watching her for a moment with a pleased look, he walked up behind her quietly so that the next time she backed up she would bump into him. “It’s times like these that make me glad I’m not gay.” He spoke in her ear while tapping the woman lightly on her butt to make the woman back into him.
Or at least she would have, had he not stepped to the side and held out his right foot. She tripped over his foot and watching her fall, he gave it just enough time so Raine might believe Felix was going to let her fall. Grabbing both the woman’s shoulders and catching the firefly, the Speedster glanced down into her eyes. “Anybody ever tell you, you’re very sexy while unpacking boxes?” With that said, he closed the space between them and planted a kiss on her lips. It wasn’t a super long kiss, but it was enough to hopefully get the woman to drop her guard.
After a few long moments, Felix let go of her and let the woman fall back the last couple of inches to the ground. It wouldn’t hurt her, but after the kiss it would likely be jolting. “I’ll let you unpack now. Let me know if you need help.” The man said heading for the door with a smirk. Because yes, she would be able to focus now.
With that the man left her room too, feeling beyond pleased with himself. Finding a nearby empty dorm, the speedster disappeared inside having claimed it for himself and after a couple quick trips, had all his stuff in the room still boxed up. Jumping to the bed and laying down, he interlocked his fingers behind his head and crossed both ankles in relaxation. This was either going to be amusing or beyond boring. It was oftentimes hard to say.
(OOC: PM me if I missed something. Disclaimer: Felix is an a*****e, and his views do not necessarily coincide with those of Master Cliff Fate. Except when it comes to those damn homo sapiens. The bastards...)
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And truth be told I'm lying.
When you see my face.
Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.
When you walk my way.
Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell."
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 7:51 am
  
Katerina narrowed her eyes a little when she realized Aurelie was giggling at her reaction to Felix. The shape shifter thought the man overbearing and rude. She outright ignored him as best she could hoping that if she failed to acknowledge him directly, he’d zip about like the fly on the wall he tended to be.
Annoying.
Gabriel was soft. Like a man made of marshmallow and held together with toothpicks. Katerina remained in his vicinity for this exact reason. She trusted nothing at face value and prided herself on reading people to make correct assumptions. It was an easy skill to recall, having lived as one of H.Y.D.R.A’s chief assassins got the better part of her life. If she didn’t know people, if she couldn’t predict their actions—That was the easiest way to wind up with a knife in her back. Gabriel was a picture book in a world full of long winded Bibles. There was no surprise, no question—Just simple fact.
The shape shifter rolled her eyes heavenward when Aurie and Raine felt the need to include her on their little socializing event. Gabriel seemed to realize his mistake in wording and she sighed when he apologized, the explanation wholly unnecessary. Gun metal blue eyes drifted lazily towards Aurelie. “Why does everyone always assume we’re the same person?”
“I don’t become you THAT often.”
It didn’t surprise her that Aurelie backed her up in her little ruse with Peyton and Julian. Unlike most goody-two shoe Alpha’s, the blonde bombshell actually had a sense of humor. It was one of the many reasons the former H.Y.D.R.A. agent adored her implicitly. She had become close to family, the only family Katerina could speak of. The telekinetic told her she was horrible when she insulted Julian’s equipment and the Peyton double winked saucily, not denying a word of it.
“They better turn up.”, Katerina corrected coolly in regards to their missing luggage. The Italian woman did not dress cheaply, nor did she wear mass produced clothing from department stores. There were suitcases of things from Aurelie’s sister that she hadn’t even worn yet. It wasn’t a conceited tendency, but a learned habit. Italy didn’t have the space to build places like WalMart, Bloomingdale’s, and Macy’s. Small, locally owned shops provided what most people needed—Quality items at a fair price. She shopped in small boutiques or occasionally deigned to order items offline under a pseudonym. The internet was a diabolical information gathering whore that pandered to the government. While she didn’t fear big brother, she wouldn’t make it THAT easy for S.H.I.E.L.D. to find her. Hiding in plain sight was something she excelled at. Her voice was filled with a petulance when she tugged on Aurie’s arm, a playful tantrum in her step. “I need my catnip. And my mascara—Mio Dio.”
“He had a cute friend…”, the shape shifter commented to Raine when she returned to the group, batting feathery eyelashes at her while she winked. “I’d much rather be trapped down here with that, than topside with robots of mass destruction.”
The wolf in the hall had put an end to her teasing lamenting about their luggage. Blue eyes had zoned in on Christian like some kind of tracking system, easily distinguishing who was the animal of the group. Sure…She could have told him she was a panwere, but that took all the fun out of it. It was far more entertaining to leave him guessing about her origins until he took the time to figure it out. Her grin matched that of Aurelie when she returned back to the blondes’ side, wrapping their arms together again. “Patience, mia bella.” [My pretty.]
The almost wistful notion in her tone hadn’t gone unnoticed.
“Men are slow, silly, indecisive creatures. He’ll notice in time, if he hasn’t already, with or without you spelling it out for him. You don’t need my confidence. You, as you are, are more than enough.”, Katerina explained for the hundredth time, glancing over towards Gabriel. She thought of excluding him from her claim to be polite, but instead tossed him a sassy smirk to cement it in--Daring him to disagree with her. He most definitely fell into the same category.
The shifter knew well of her best friends mooning over Leonardo Rossi. Eavesdropping aside, they shared most things. While she hadn’t really explained to the young woman how she knew Rossi, or when their paths had crossed—The telekinetic did know they had a rich history that wasn’t always friendly. (Or ever, friendly.) While she couldn’t say she approved of Aurelie choosing a rejected government dog, she wouldn’t discourage her from what made her happy. “Seguire il vostro cuore…” [Follow your heart…]
Aurelie didn’t speak Italian, but she had heard the phrase from Kat enough times during girly pillow fight parties to know what it meant. It said something about the depth of their friendship that Katerina would encourage the telekinetic to go after someone that she fantasized about pushing off of an exceedingly high roof on the regular.
She cuddled into Aurelie’s side for good measure, while she offered to help Gabriel with their bags, making sure to distract her from her Rossi-related woes. Of course the weapons platform declined...That would admit weakness in front of the women-folk. Ah, unknowing manly-pride.
Her roomie all but promised that they would be able to find some way to make unpacking entertaining and the small brunette grinned slowly, twirling a long lock of dark hair around her finger. “I already have—because I’m not ‘unpacking’. I’m playing tag.”
With a wolf.
The telekinetic suggested that pretty girls could likely get someone to do all the heavy lifting for them, but Aurelie was the only one who knew how she liked her things. She'd just end up asking the telekinetic to re-organize it anyway. “We could sway them easily enough—But I wouldn’t trust any of the brain trusts here not to walk away with a pair of panties in their pocket.”
“They key is to remember that no one is ‘helping’ me. They are ‘impressing’ me. There is a significant difference.”, she murmured to Aurelie quietly, keeping it so that Gabriel didn’t overhear. It may or may not be the case…But she had a gut feeling that told her the truth. The shifter grew quiet as they headed down the stairs, thinking rather critically about Aurelie’s request for a lesson in getting what she wanted. “You’ll learn soon enough.”
Katerina took issue with Aurelie taking notes and queues from her playbook. She didn’t want the blonde to follow in her footsteps. She was pure and sweet—ever kind and respectful, reasonable to a fault.
The size shifter got what she wanted because she manipulated everyone she came across, usually within three words or less. She didn’t want her to be that way. She was willing to teach her basics to help her feel more secure…But there was a definite line drawn in the sand, an idea of what would be ‘going too far’ for the telekinetic.
“Four floors is nothing going down.” Kat responded airily, thinking back to training when she’d been young. Running up and down flights of stairs had always been part of it. Running till her feet and legs were numb—Till her lungs gave out.
Then getting back up and doing it again. The consequences of not finishing her regiment were worse than the muscle cramps and being short of breath.
Aurelie agreed with her room choices and Kat bounced up to the one that would be ‘hers’, registering Aurelie’s palm until she could figure out how to get them both assigned to the scanner. Kat remained in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a smirk, prepared to watch Aurie do her thing. “I’d offer to help but… “
“It’s much more fun to watch you work.”
Not mentioning that Kat would only get in the way. Her pride wouldn’t allow her to admit that.
A bra seemed to escape Aurelie’s whirlwind and whizzed by her face, something the shape shifter didn’t fret. The telekinetic would likely realize it in short order and call it back. That is, she would have, if a tall dark haired boy wouldn’t have caught it. He stared at it, and she stared at him, gun metal blue eyes slowly narrowing. Why did every male in the X-Men have brain damage?
It was the telltale accent and Raine’s lingering that made her suspect his identity. It was sweet of the eletrocutioner to think she needed back up in dismissing someone, but it wasn’t necessary. Her arms crossed over her chest while her gaze turned in a fierce glare—clearly displeased. Her lips parted as he brushed past her to speak to Aurelie, a threat lingering in the back of her throat, when a sudden blur cut her off.
Son of a b***h.
How in the seven hells did Felix find them so quickly? She might not have known who the creeping pervert was for sure, but the speedster was a chronic pain in the a**. He did his little dance routine, kissing Aurie’s cheek, called her his girlfriend…. Mio Dio. Katerina threw her face in her hands, swallowing a scream. THIS was exactly what she’d been referring to.
Felix was creepier than a homeless man on a street corner outside of a school house with his baby maker hanging out, flopping in the midday breeze.
“Enter my rooms uninvited again and I’ll claw you up so badly Elixir won’t be able to fix you. Expect to defecate sideways—Into a bag—For the rest of your life.”, she threatened through clenched teeth as he sped out, glancing back towards the bra that he’d man handled. She shook her head slowly, what a sad loss. Felix’s touch had made the garment completely unwearable.
“Burn –that-.” She pointed to the offending object, hard blue eyes rounding on Dom. It seemed that she might rip him a new one, just as she had Felix, but she remained silent for a moment, trying to ascertain that he was exactly who she suspected. Giving Aurie a sideways glance her nose crinkled, remembering that Felix had kissed her. “And wash your face off.”
“….I don’t think we’ve met.”, she trailed off, not bothering to offer her hand in greeting. Honestly…If it was Dominik—she had decent enough reason to hate him if Aurelie wished it. Glancing at her blonde bestie she swallowed a snarl when she introduced herself. He was a mutant, clearly, but she didn’t care what his ability was. Aurelie was always her priority. “I’m Katerina.”
“…And if you hurt her…”, she began, feeling her organs begin to twist while she prepared to shift, blue eyes turning a reflective yellow gold. “I’m going to eat you.”
"Slowly."
From there black fur rolled over her body like liquid, ears sliding up the side of her head as bones audibly crunched and re-shaped themselves. By the time she dropped to all fours, padded paws hit the carpet, and a fully formed black panther stalked up to Aurelie and took a seat by her feet. The shifter was clearly sick of dealing with ignorant humans, and had chosen a form that caused most to keep their distance.
A low growl echoed through her feline body, eyes lingering on Dominik.
Hungry.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 6:58 am
 "Awww c'mon D, that's my teammate you're talking about." Unlike Alex, Dimitri knew playful sneak dissing when he saw it(or heard it). But Otengam still had the back of his Alpha peers, glancing towards her with a hint of a smile at the end of his next choice of words just to prove his point. "Even so, her smile can make up for her innocence." Like the dirty thirty for instance.
"Hooking up with a thirty year old in the bathroom with the lights off." he said casually, just to see her, or anyone else's response that might have heard him. After a few seconds or so he spilled the beans "It's a thirty pack of beer. A dirty thirty."
And speaking of alcohol, it seems that he caught Daylia's attention. And most likely her liver. The playboy shot her a smile back. "I usually charge, cash only for me to be people's best friends." he playfully warned before rising his brows to her with another smirk.. "But I can make exceptions in this case."
Dimitri was glad to hear that soon they were going to touch ground. The sooner they got off ground the sooner Dimitri could check out the new spot, more importantly find a good room. When they finally did, Dimitri walked off the jet with 2 nike duffle bags on his broad shoulders, eyes stuck on the winter like atmosphere that welcomed them. He had gotten used to the snow from being in NY so long, but he was still a Cali boy at heart. But even though it was beautiful, the temperature however was another thing.
"s**t it's cold." he murmured, before using his powers to turn his internal temperature dial up a few numbers; feeling the warmth once more. "Alright, No more shrinkage." the Alpha murmured again.
He followed suit behind Daylia and Gauge, who could feel the heat radiating from her while he was scrolling for the next song to listen to on his IPod. Obviously she had used the same technique Dimitri had used and vice versa. One point for the hotheads of the group, another point because they were on the Alpha's. And one more point for s**t already going down before he even got a chance to drop his things.
Dimtiri only got a little piece of the action, witnessing the breakup between Leion and Roland from the Omega leader along with a bit of word implying from Jinx that it was Roland's fault. He didn't know what started it but Dimitri was probably by himself when he had the Paladin's back. They haven't got a chance to talk much but they were still boys. "Roland wouldn't just start s**t out of nowhere, with his own teammate at that."he told D and Gracie.
Dimitri may have looked like he was in need of a dunce cap, but he still remembered when the two met back at the Halloween Havoc where the Paladin helped the crippled playboy. And there was evidence at the prom, where Roland dropped the kid trying to get lucky the wrong way, after telling him politely to leave. If they ever talked about it one on one he was sure Roland's actions were justified, or maybe he would just find out from someone else.
He turned his volume up just a bit to drown out the Omega leader's threats, since they were played out already, and refocused his priority back on finding him room. "Guess I'm outtie for now. Cya'll." he told the Omega girls, heading in the direction Tara was leading the team. He was alongside Alex and Blake, and from waiting on the elevator to the ride their conversation was already worth jumping into. Like how Leion was the one who started it in the first place. Dimitri took out his earphones for now.
Tara asked about the plane trip and really, what was there to tell? "Alex has a point. " he admitted. "I would have been down for a road trip personally." Tara would have a point as well when it came to the lack of fun killing them off like flies. Only that didn't apply to the magmakinetic.
"And I'll probably be the only one standing. C'mon T it's me we're talking about..." The Alphas were going to get out soon, cause like always s**t was hitting the fan. And if the opportunity presented itself, he would be coming back with...offerings that required his drinking age.
Or assets, which was what was being thrown around for some strange reason instead of the other term. "Blake, we're on the Alphas, not in Catholic school. And we're on an elevator. We can say Breasts here." he assured him with a friendly pat on the back. For example...
"Your breasts are fine Tara." he told the geokinetic flat out(even though she knew that) when she mentioned that the Gauge twins were winning in the Bust department. "You along with other chicks can still win in the a** department though...or be runner-ups. We're all witnesses" he suggested with a jest expression.
Once they exited the elevators, they were off to find a new spot to call their room. It was indeed first come first serve like Tara said. While Alex may or may not pair up next to one of the many new people Dimitri hasn't met yet, The Alpha strolled down the hallway, looking on both sides to see which was taken; at the same time surprised at the tech installed. "Regular doors couldn't be fit on the list to make it seem like we're not underground?" he said to noone in particular.
He stopped when he saw a room in the mid-section of the hallway that hasn't been taken, nor the ones next by him. That meant whoever his neighbors were going to be were left in the dark. It was more nervous, and fun that way. Dimitri assumed that they would all look the same inside, but placing was more on the top of the list. "Eh, what the hell..." He participated in the procedure to claim this room his, before it was official.
Dimitri Otengam.
"Now that we've taken care of that..." In one motion he moved the straps of his duffle bags to his hands and tossed them into the room, not caring to look in it too much. The Alpha could play interior decorator later, or pay someone to do it for him. There were still places of this underground spot to explore. "Can someone be my chaperone again and show me where the gym and danger room is?" he announced. He was sure the kitchen was packed with all sorts of good s**t, but if they had enough to deck out the entrance to their rooms, surely Dimitri had new toys to play with during his training sessions right?(if I missed anything let me know.)
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 4:19 pm
Aʆєxaηdra Ӎaʀiʆèηє AgηèȿCodename:Flairer ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ Tara and Blake’s conversation about a person named Leion kind of went over her head. She didn’t know Leion personally, and hadn’t seen the fight for herself. All she could pick up was the fact that Leion apparently was the instigator of the fight. Based on how Tara and Blake were acting though, Leion seemed like the least likely person to start a fight. Alex wondered what had set the quiet male off? Though, she wasn’t sure it was any of her business to ask, and kept that ling of questioning to herself.
Right after she explained her opinion on the flight, Dimitri showed up to join them. His comment made her wonder what a road trip version of their trip would have been like. With all of those people and what antics occurred on the plane, Alex wasn’t so sure she wanted to know. Then again, a road trip did sound more fun than an airplane fight…Guess she could find out how it would actually go another time.
Admittedly, she couldn’t decide whether or not to find Tara’s comment amusing or odd. Her face showed it in the way she struggled to force back a smile. “Well, maybe you can find what non-boring mutants are around here and teach the boring ones how to not be boring? I mean, not to say repenting would not work in your favor…but I think repenting will just leave you more bored.” She ended up smiling by the end of it. But, whether or not Tara took it seriously was another story.
Alex huffed and found the flush returning to her cheeks at Blake’s comment. Luckily for her, her cheeks decided not to get warmer at him pointing out the obvious. “Yes, I do realize that. But, I am still not used to people bluntly talking about…breasts…let alone all the different names for that body part.” Alex admitted with a bit of reluctance. “I mean…I rarely saw that kind of boldness back home. Are all people here so bold?” She could not help but ask. Maybe it was just an American thing for all she knew.
Dimitri got on Blake for the use of the word assets. “Um…it is my fault he used that.” She tried to come to Blake’s aid. “I decided not to use the word…breasts…and so he used the word assets too I guess.” Her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. She hadn’t meant for her simply being polite and modest to get Blake teased. Whoops.
She looked over at Tara and blinked at her statement. “Are you talking about uh…Lynette and her twin?” She wasn’t sure if it was right of her to point out, indirectly, that Lynette and her twin likely did have the bigger um…chests of everyone here. But, since Lynette did not seem to mind, Alex hoped her pointing out her opinion wouldn’t backfire on her. “Yes, I suppose that everyone does have different tastes.” She bit her lower lip, trying to think if she would even want such interest.
At Dimitri’s comment, she flustered again and huffed. “Not sure staring at people’s butts is going to help much. At least you would be a bit closer to their face if you stared at their c-chests.” She wasn’t sure she wanted to know how people perceived her butt. She leaned towards not wanting to know personally. “But, as said, guess everyone has different tastes for a reason.”
But, her mind did not linger on that long with her own change of topic. She listened to Blake as he explained to her that the base wasn’t as bad as some people made it out to be. Alex frowned briefly at hearing the idea of going back out there. She knew he was speaking the truth, but the truth wasn’t always so pleasant. However, the frown went away at Blake’s light-hearted tone and found herself smiling at the image he painted of quickly retreating forms and artificial suns.
Before Alex could respond, Tara added in her own input about the windows. She wasn’t sure if she had caught a glimpse of the windows yet. However, she did find herself curious how these windows worked, and what images appeared on them. “Well, I cannot say I wish to find out for myself how cold it is out there. Not with my brief encounter with it in the hanger.” She smiled more and faintly chuckled. “But, I may have to try that field idea some time, in case I really come to miss the sun.”
As they entered the elevator, Alex furrowed her eyebrows. “Though…the windows…you say they are rigged to make us still feel like we are a part of the world. Does that mean the windows depict anything about outside, or just the forests that I believe are around here?” She asked while tilting her head. She kind of liked the idea of seeing if the windows might depict the beach or just the ocean in general. Either of those two places sounded like a wonderful contrast to the cold tundra outside.
Once the elevator came to the halt, she walked ahead due to Tara’s motion. She glanced about to see rooms with scanners in front of them. She looked up to see some names above some of the doors already. It was odd to her to see the computerized names and the scanners. Yet, Alex also couldn’t help but find the setup to be interesting and fascinating. Though, Tara’s comment suddenly brought her back to reality with slightly reddened cheeks.
“Um…new…cuties?” It wasn’t like she could tell based off the names who might be appealing to look at here. “N-not sure if they would wish to talk to me.” She knew she wasn’t the most interesting person around here. Not with mutants with much more out-there powers and people with pasts full of constant intrigue, with neither category fitting her at all. “Though, thank you for the explanation!” She smiled politely and glanced at Blake and Dimitri. “Best of luck on finding a good room.”
She figured it was only best to wish them luck. With her wish of good luck, she walked towards the doors and glanced at the names. She couldn’t tell if any popped to mind right then as familiar. But, Alex did find herself kind of curious about the room Tara had pointed out. With a deep breath, she peaked inside to see the room looked rather nice. It was small and had everything she needed, which wasn’t much. She decided it wouldn’t be a bad idea to go with the room…even if she wasn’t sure what might happen as a result.
Alex made sure to place her hand on the scanner and wait for her name to pop up above the door before moving her hand away. Though, at that moment, a realization hit her. She had it to where her bags were supposed to be sent to her room. She had just chosen her room though…oh dear! “Um…” She glanced back, hoping Tara, Dimitri, and Blake were still around. “I am guessing whoever is delivering the bags is going to know where my room is…right?” She swallowed as she hoped she hadn’t just screwed herself over!
At hearing Dimitri’s own request, Alex really felt lost. She wished to help him. But, she had gotten here the same time he did. Plus, her mind was more worried about her luggage ending up in the wrong room. “Um…I do not think I would be a good guide….sorry.” She told honestly as she fidgeted with her hands. ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ "We will drink our fill of Alpha
Then, of golden sunshine that spills into Alkalai Lake Base
Till our brains intertwine with Tara, Blake, and Dimitri"
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 6:56 pm
 [ ʈ | ɦ | ҿ ➸ S | i | z | e | - | S | h | i | f | t | i | n | g ]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOmega - Hallway, Emma Frost's office, Hallway, Narcissa's room
Watching her attempt to resist caused amusement to bubble within him; his pleasure with the circumstances warmed his insides thoroughly, as though he'd been out in the midst of a blizzard just moments before. Each moment she took to count, only deepened his mirth; that he had such a stalwart effect on her banished any chill that had gripped at his bones, and brought him a fire he'd never before imagined. They both stilled as Gabriel approached, both wary with his presence. But before long, their banter picked up as though it'd never ceased.
His tongue made a "tsk" noise against his teeth when Narcissa stated that "pale faces" never learn. Grinning he couldn't help adding his own line, his tone sober as he delivered it. "I would be better off trying to teach an old dog something new... It's good to hear you admit it though... Can I get that in writing?"
At the thought of home, the longing in his heart played as easily on his emotions as Beethoven had his beloved piano. Narcissa's dainty fainters drew circles within his palm - the sensation enough of a distraction that he temporarily brushed aside his feelings of Montana and set into teasing her once again. She merely responded with the typical, ambivalent woman's equivalent to "I'm not really listening to anything you have to say about this" remark, but a brazen grin overtook his countenance, tipping one side of his mouth higher than the other in the handsomest of fashions. Despite what she said, he knew otherwise. Even her sassy smirk gave way to her intentions, the expression challenging him to demonstrate otherwise. " Do you want me to prove it?" He whispered in her ear, his tone several octaves deeper than it had been just seconds earlier.
She quoted a song as a retort to him asking her if she'd seen his prowess, and then asked her if she could deny that he was aesthetically pleasing enough to go into Hollywood and make a killing as a Native American commodity. The size shifter shrugged at her commenting that showbiz was overrated, the motion fluid and graceful. "To one who has the limelight constantly, I can see your point of view." Narcissa had the means to feed several third world countries for the rest of her life and still live comfortably; he knew realistically that she wouldn't understand the dream so many less fortunate people had of making it big - to her it was something that could be taken for granted. She wouldn't be able to fathom those ideals any more than a person like himself could understand the unwelcome scrutiny being in the public eye brought.
"My fan club would get its own website." He stated, the smirk playing with his lips intentionally foppish, as if those hoards of girls were all that he thought of. For the time being, hr chose to ignore the sneer and the green feelings that emanated through her. "They'll call themselves Aren-lytes." He continued, his underlying feelings serving as a reminder that she needn't worry about other women through their bond.
As soon as the plane landed, chocolate eyes glanced over to his favorite blond, checking to see if she'd left her heart in the sky. "Ki'somma... breathe." He murmured, his voice partially muting the doors closing over their heads, effectively locking them into their underground hideout.
If Narcissa had wanted time to regain her bearings, the team members weren't having any of that idea. Almost as soon as they landed, Roland and Leion started a brawl... Aren decided that Leion had been slipped something, and made a few cracks at the man's expense, never one to leave his sense of humor far behind.
Once they broke up the fight, the team dispersed as the red queen commanded. Much as the native wanted to wash his hands of the entire situation and get onto more pleasant things, he and Cissa escorted the blond to Emma's for a mental check up.
They closed the door to Emma's office just after Leion stepped into it, and the pair found each other's embrace nearly instantly. He wanted her there, her head resting against his chest while his arms wrapped around her tiny frame. He felt at home then, for the first time since they'd left Graymalkin Lane. At the mention of Roland, she seemed agreeable to his joking. "I could...." He murmured, sounding tempted.
He pulled away, the feeling leaving him barren, just before the door opened. The timing had been right, but idly the Native wondered how long they could keep up this charade. It felt wrong to deny something that was so engrained into them.
Emma took little time to explain the situation, and Aren quickly informed this supposedly "new" Leion that he was the better man. The blond man mentioned something about his version of an Aaron being an empathetic centaur and he scoffed. "Exactly why I'm better. I don't have to actually be a horse to be hung like one." Honestly though, he couldn't care less... the native wasn't sold on the idea of alternate realities and the people in them. No person, other than himself... was Aren Aquene.
Quickly, they left to escort the Omega to his new dorm room. The size shifter tilted his head toward the corner room that had Narcissa's name on it, subtly motioning her to get there - he'd be soon to follow. As he passed a random room, he put his palm to it... So far, the other side was empty, though he did not care who occupied the other space... it wasn't as though he spent a great deal of time in his room anyway. "See ya." He said to Leion, ducking into the room to drop off his bags.
Clandestinely, his chocolate-imbued gaze peeked around for prying eyes when he re-entered the hallway. Quickly, he dipped behind Narcissa's door and shut it as he stepped over the threshold. "Knock knock." He said a tad more wolfish than he'd been going for as he stalked into her room.
He sighed, taking a moment to stare at the ceiling before he took in the sight of her perfection. Alone at last. "I told you it wouldn't be long."
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iPixie Bunni Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 1:46 pm
  
The telekinetic gave Kat a shimmering smile when she asked why people got them confused. "I think it's the baby blues?" She guessed, tilting her head to one side as she contemplated. Glancing over at Gabriel, she gave him a quizzical look, her expression bidding him to give his input. "Right?" Tossing a curtain of blond hair over one shoulder she turned to face her roomie. "But you know, two blonds are enough for a party..." She doubted many people on their team found the antics near as much fun as they did... but Katerina made being on the team a little easier.
When she'd transferred from her last team, she'd worried she wouldn't mesh well with the already established members, fretted over the idea of not having anyone who'd understand her oddities... Kat took them all in without much of a thought - though she had asked why there were so many buttons decorating her side of the room when she'd first moved in.
Peyton certainly did not deal well with Katerina claiming to be her twin, and made a few snappy remarks in that regard. She'd missed Aurelie's quip, but the telekinetic didn't care enough to repeat it. Julian reminded her too much of a dog told to heel, and didn't appear to have the capacity to keep up. Poor chap. Luckily he didn't have to, as they soon parted ways with the Omegas they'd run into.
"We'll get it all unpacked soon." She assured her friend with a giggle when she mentioned catnip. "I even packed the balls of yarn on top." Kat as a kitten, was absolutely the most adorable thing ever.
As the group marched on, they passed a pair of good looking boys, and Kat honed in on one, with enough confidence to be mistaken for the Queen of England. Aurelie didn't even try to conceal her envy on how easily the brunette went for what she liked, and made a notion of enlisting the Italian for help in that department. Obviously, her best friend knew exactly which tall drink of man she'd been referring to, and bade her to be patient. Nervously, the blond rubbed the back of her head, her expression clear to the fact that she didn't fully believe what Katerina had said. "It'd help a bit if he ever even decided to come back..." She muttered so that only her roomie could hear, her mind replaying his goodbye for what must have been the billionth time.
Lamenting silently, the would-be ballerina berated herself for not planting one on him then. Maybe if she had, he might have come back in a bit more of a hurry. Or at least she hoped... In his absence she'd gone from one end of the spectrum to the other, unable to decide whether or not she stood a chance at vying for his attention.
Kat told her once more to follow her heart, which garnered a sigh. "If only it were so easy as that..." As a distraction, she offered to help lighten Gabe's load, but he declined.
She promised Kat that they'd make the unpacking fun somehow, and Kat's grin elicited a snicker. "He seemed intrigued by the idea." The telekinetic commented with a nod. "I would guess he'll find his way to you in the next hour."
At the thought of one of the boys trying to run out of their rooms with panties, Aurelie did her utmost not to snort from the derisive laugh that overcame her. "I don't know of anyone that..." She fought to find the right word, particularly careful with Gabe so close, just in case the thought had crossed his mind. "Foolish on the teams..." Already, she was envisioning Kat shifting into a saber-toothed tiger mid jump. "The result wouldn't be pretty."
Bobbing her head along to ensure Kat she was paying attention, sapphire eyes trailed back to Gabe and decided her observation applied to him. Wordlessly, she gave him kudos for reaching for what she considered to be a ten. What the Italian said made sense... She grinned when Kat said that Aurelie would pick up on it soon enough. "Maybe." The telekinetic murmured, knowing how difficult it would be to overcome her Amish background. Even after several years away, most of the old-fashioned views remained.
"Not bad at all." Aurelie flashed a grin in Raine's direction at the top of the stairs. "Going down is far easier than up... but if anyone gets tired... just let me know." She offered, looking to Gabe more than Raine. The way she fluttered her eyelashes might have been enough to make him balk at his knees, but if she knew that, she didn't let on about it. "Besides... it keeps our legs toned. I need that seeing how I don't dance as often as I used to." Or at all. She'd not braved putting on her slippers again... and had been tempted to leave them at the Institute. But just as they'd been leaving her room for the last time, she grabbed the box and carried it close to her chest.
They bounced down the four flights of stairs as though it were nothing. Kat's history, what Aurie knew of it... had been harsh, and often she'd been mistreated. Most of the time she didn't ask, out of respect for her friend. Only occasionally did she try and fish out details - most of them revolving around a dark-haired boy they both knew.
Kat chose their rooms, and she made a remark that she'd help unpack. As she was saying it was more fun to watch the telekinetic create a hurricane of clothes, Aurelie gave the thought a dismissive wave. "It'll be faster this way at least," She said with a mischievous grin.
Raine had muttered that the telekinesis had to come in handy for times like these, and the former Amish girl cheesed. "I'll help you in just a few, darlin'." She promised before she disappeared into the room that had been designated as her and Kat's closet. Raine seemed grateful, stating it'd take her more than the fifteen minutes Aurelie said it'd take her. "Then I'll be there to bring up the rear shortly." She called back.
Immediately all of their bags unzipped simultaneously and clothes poured out of them, spilling into the air. She stood in the center, directing shirts and pants this way and that. Unfortunately, one of the bras escaped her notice for a brief second, and launched itself just outside the room at a very inopportune time. While she did not know exactly what had flown out, she felt her hold on it be lifted as someone grabbed the garment and exclaimed loudly. Must have hit them.
The blond wouldn't have known it was Dom from the within the room had it not been for his favorite curse sounding through the air. There was no mistaking that for anyone else on base. Instantly, the myriad of clothes came to a halt and she subtly peeked out of the room to see a rather annoyed Kat staring at a blushing Dom... Rather than speak to him, she pushed past the distraction and continued to work, as though he didn't exist.
That was, until he stepped into the room, exuding far more confidence than he had two seconds ago. Runaway? "Oh hi." She greeted her ex boyfriend rather awkwardly, blue eyes falling on what he held within his grasp rather than his face. Really? It had to be that one... No doubt he'd recognized it and her misery doubled.
They'd not spoken since he'd randomly broken up with her, stating they should be friends - mid-makeout. For all that she liked the man, she'd never understand his reasoning. It'd left her confidence shaken, as though she were such a bad partner he couldn't take it anymore. She'd spoken to Felix about it a little, but more so with Leo. The latter she knew wouldn't poke fun at her insecurities.
Taking a step towards him, she'd been ready to lift it from his hands when a blur whizzed by and gave her cause to stop talking. Felix introduced himself to the room by joking to Aurie about causing storms inside. "Oh but a woman's closet often looks like a tornado struck it when she starts looking for the perfect outfit. It's only fitting I cause one putting everything up."
His joke was followed by belittling the Slovene for mishandling her lingerie only a moment later. Her eyes widened when 'girlfriend' fell out of his mouth, incredulity laced within her features. Did he really just say that? He snatched the bra from Dom and stalked over to a mollified Aurelie, who's blush exceeded a scarlet hue from the tips of her ears down into her chest. Her face burned enough she was surprised when the speedster stole a kiss on her cheek and didn't flinch from how feverish she must have felt. He had her so flustered she'd forgotten to put up her shields... No point in having them now.
"Yes... the nerve." She repeated mutedly, as though she were under some sort of trance. She had to be dead by now. Right? This was one of those moments where she wished she had the ability to disappear from view. God.... he was winning. Where she'd held her own on the plane, his surprise attack had decimated her defenses.
Something within her sparked when he asked about the lingerie box, reminding her to fight fire with fire. "Put up so naughty boys like you can't get an undeserving peek." Aurelie stated airily, shelving her embarrassment to deal with later. Right now she had a pest problem.
"Are we at that stage, where we can use pet-names in front of everyone, snookums?" She asked, using the most embarrassing name she could think of on the fly. "Because if we are... I might accidentally let slip your name for your little knob. I just need clarification... I'd loathe to embarrass you about little Winky."
He instructed to let him know if Dom caused her anymore problems, and Aurelie folded her arms over her chest, striking a sassier pose than she'd intended. Secretly, she was alright with Felix's gesture... after all he knew how frustrated she was with the suspended Omega; she appreciated the backup, even if it wasn't entirely needed.
But to keep up with their banter, she schooled her features into something serious. "He'll cut you, you know..." She warned, her face entirely stern as she enlisted the Slovene's help without asking. Had she more time to reflect on the decision, she might have realized she, when pushed.... could be a little more like Kat than she realized. For the first conversation they'd shared since she'd walked out of his room, she felt it was mostly going her way.
Had she noticed Kat's exasperation through the whole fiasco, Aurelie might have laughed and had a retort a little sooner. As it was, she felt like she'd appeared dumb-struck for too long. She snickered when the former H.Y.D.R.A. agent explained he'd defecate sideways. "I think it can be saved... it'll just need a thorough washing." The telekinetic observed, staring down at the bra in question, unsure if she was actually offended. Considering they wouldn't be able to shop any time soon... she was hesitant to throw it away regardless.
She did rub her cheek though, still flabbergasted that Felix had snuck one in on her. "At least it wasn't slobbery." The woman muttered, remembering the accusation she'd made on the plane.
Her roomie turned her attentions to the remaining man in their quarters and suppressed a snarl and introduced herself. The tiny brunette threatened to eat him if he hurt her, and Aurelie's gaze told him not to find it funny. She meant every word. "I doubt he'll do that much, Kat.. no worries. All the harm between the two of us has already been done." Reaching down, she scratched the panther behind her ears, though her eyes never left him.
At least now she had said it. Even if the Slovene could be a little thick sometimes, it wouldn't take a genius to guess she still wasn't happy with him. "You might want to duck... I've a lot of unpacking to do." With that, she didn't even try to miss him when one of her sweaters picked back up to full speed.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 12:34 pm
Esben Mateus Ness 
Where: New Base
Company: Himself, Luke, Lyn, Daylia, Gracie, and Julian poofing in out of nowhere
Thoughts: Ooooooh, Food!
It was hard to find anything to eat when you were on the streets alone. Thankfully his natural simian agility and quick wit were able to get him out of many a sticky situation when he did resort to stealing from market stalls or break into quickie marts to grab a few bites to eat. So when food was offered to him, the Simian like mutant cannot say no to the offer. The people he was associating with at the moment also didn't seem to mind his "unusual" features, although he did notice one of them did her best to not stare at his tail. Although he secretly hated the extra appendage, even contemplating cutting it off when he was at his most depressed, he ultimately realized the tail came in very handy when in a pinch.
Daylia, the woman with the peanut butter covered knife and fire engine red hair, introduced the rest of the kitchen gang to him after he said his name, noting that she was starting to get outnumbered. He curiously tilted his head and asked, "Why is that? If it's by gender ratio, there are still 4 women here and only myself and Luke," he then smiled at each of them before he took a bite of the apple he had in his hand. That also revealed the fact that his canines were slightly elongated and likely really sharp. Sitting down in the nearest empty chair, he savored the tangy taste of the green fruit as he listened to everyone else talk about what they were cooking and other things.
Gracie mentioned Narcissa and the fact that she would have to shower before talking to her and Esben didn't hesitate to ask, "Who is she? And why would you need a shower?" taking a slight whiff at the air, Esben's expression became slightly confused as he continued his thought, "I don't smell anything bad, and I'm not so much of an ape as to not know what a shower is."
The first competitor of this cook off stepped up and offered his first course. To the former street rat (errrrr, street monkey in this case), he had absolutely no idea what in the world this food was. He knew his way around the kitchen for the most part, and he did have a very sophisticated palate, but he had no words to describe what Luke cooked. In a good way of course. Esben wasted no time in eating the first course Luke gave and smiled, "This is delicious. Not a lot of grease remaining, and the tomatoes and bacon puree made a wonderful combination. How long have you been cooking?"
Esben was so focused on the food that he didn't hear Gentleman Poof until he mentioned to don't mind him. Esben looked to his left and was almost so spooked by their new guest that if there was a chandelier above them, he would of jumped for it. He did however give him a wave before Lynette gave out her first course: a vegetable soup with cheese and spices. Esben grabbed a spoon and started sampling it, savoring the soup before he gave his answer, "This is also quite delicious. There is just the right amount of spices in the soup to not overpower it, and the cheese was a fun little addition to the ensemble. Simple, yet elegant."
With both first courses done, Esben awaited their second courses with much enthusiasm, although he did his best to stay as still as possible so as to not bounce all over the kitchen. Hank has helped him attempt to control his more primal instincts and to keep as much of his humanity as he can. But that primal urge to just run around was strong at times, and he had issues sitting still. Most doctors would say he has ADHD.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 9:05 pm
  『 L o c a t i o n ↙ ↙ 』xxx『 T h o u g h t s ↙ ↙ 』xxx『 O O C ↙ ↙ 』
[ Hallways ] xxxx[ Back to Campus ] xxxx[ bleh bad post] xxxxxxxxxxxxxx With little else to do, Blake followed the Alpha group shortly after the Omegas involved in the riot dispersed. He greeted Tara and Alex, casting the pair of ladies one of his swoon-worthy smiles, he chuckled when the geokinetic informed him that she appreciated his southern charm. "I'd be much obliged not to deny you the pleasure of my company." He drawled out, clearly joking.
The dark-haired beauty mentioned the fight they'd just abandoned, and both agreed that Leion had behaved strangely... neither had a viable guess as to what had started the brawl. "I never really thought about him breaking bad with someone..." He said, his accent just a little thicker when he said "bad." "The quiet ones are always the people to watch... they don't make enough noise for you to notice them, what makes them tick... and then it's always too late when they finally tell you."
"You and Aren both had a tough audience today," He noted, shaking his head. "It's a shame the drama pulled a Moby d**k and swallowed your quips whole."
She expressed her disappointment that he'd not allowed it to go on longer, and he regrettably admitted he didn't want to be blamed for field-restricting injuries. Narcissa seemed to want a reason to hate him, as if she waited with a bated breath for him to slip up. Had she found out he'd stood by and spectated, he had no doubt she'd fault him for the entire brawl. Briefly, he gave the pair of ladies some insight as to why the Omega queen cared very little for his existence.
Tara tossed a compliment his way, and his smile widened enough to flash a set of pearly white teeth. "You're too kind." He accepted her appraisal with a chuckle before continuing. "And perhaps overestimating a simple ranch man for something far more exotic." Blake appeared humble then, only deepening the stereotype of Southern charm without actually trying. In his eyes, the ranch aspect of his life remained the most important part.
He shrugged when she asked what sort of entertainment; he'd not actually thought that far ahead. "We could do a training session in the gym... get that pent-up aggression out." The cowboy suggested, recalling how swiftly she'd pulled a knife out earlier. In his opinion, she could probably use to let off some steam.
As they walked towards the elevator, the dark-haired Alpha struck up a conversation with Alexandra, asking primarily about her plane over. She said it'd been uneventful, which inspired little but a string of complaints about the mutants they were surrounded by being boring. Alex blushed profusely at repeating the bits about boobs.
The geokinetic agreed with him when he crossed the line of comfort for the blond, rather than letting the conversation die. Unable to stop himself at her line about the ginger twins, Blake snorted. "No comment." He said, throwing his hands in the air, as if someone had just called a hand check. He couldn't deny that many men would fixate on a foot below their eyes, but it didn't appeal to him personally. "But... more than a handful seems like a waste to me..."
Alex flushed, crimson swirling in her cheeks when he pointed out her own anatomy. "Aren't you French?" He asked, confused. The French had been the ones to voice concerns about America's prudish behavior when Clinton had been impeached. Had she grown up in a convent or something? A day in Paris would have informed her that people could be brazen. "You know... the people who have a high population of nudist colonies?"
Dimitri joined them at the elevator, and piped up to when he'd said 'assets,' informing him that they weren't in Catholic School. Alex corrected him about his misinterpretation, and the cowboy merely grinned. "It was more comfortable for our polite company." He said, motioning a hand toward the two women with them. "A gentleman does what he can do to make a lady more comfortable, even if he's wont to tease her in the process."
The other man assured Tara she needn't worry about the size of her chest so much with an a** like hers and Blake tried to stay quiet, reminding himself that the man was half-joking. Or at least he hoped he was. "And some men even go for a gal with some personality." He added glibly, his southern drawl dragging the vowels out harmoniously.
Tara exploited the other girl's shyness, winking as she told her get a room next to a cute boy. Alex seemed hesitant, stating that she wasn't sure if someone would want to talk to her. "As innocent as you are, someone will want to come along and corrupt you." He assured her with a grin. She wished them luck in finding their own rooms, and he simply nodded. His room had been picked out for ages. She turned back, concerned about her bags. "Don't worry... once you register yourself your bags will find you soon enough."
Dimitri didn't seem to like the hand scanners for the doors to the rooms. Glancing at the hollograms they'd used to make windows, he was surprised by the man's commentary. He shrugged in response, apathetic to the man's displeasure. "Scanners are easier to use for assignments like this, rather than having someone write out room listings... With so many rooms, it'd be difficult to keep track someone down if necessary - especially since we're all choosing on our own."
He asked for an escort to the gym or danger room and Blake looked to Tara, not wanting to make that trip just yet. He'd already done a session earlier that morning. "Take the elevator down to the seventh floor... it's on the left, and then make another left."
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