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Alpha: Dinner With Friends

Sophia brightened as Antonio sat down, and sometime into the appetizer came Shandra and her attitude was completely chipper… Raine still hadn’t arrived, but Sophie held…Girlish thoughts about that. Similar to what she thought about Antonio and Shandra. Wouldn’t it be romantic if they found something just perfect in the store and got into a wonderful conversation about it? She liked the idea of romance too much—Liked it for others. Because it seemed to make them endlessly happy when it panned it… It wasn’t something she really saw for herself.

She just wasn’t…Good at it. Good at judging… She’d dated abit back home… But it had been a kind of date where the boy said good night at the door step with a peck on the cheek, and they held hands at lunch…Passed notes in class. It had taken a lot of her mothers harlequin novels for her to understand there was more to dating than that… Well, more to relationships to that. She never dared ask her mother anymore… But girls talked… At great length… So she knew things. Some things…

But even the littlest thing still made her blush cherry apple red.

She nibbled on this and that, the strange fruit on the appetizer platter making her eyes widen. She was 98% sure that several dark items were grilled octopus tentacles rolled to look like a cinnamon bun. At least they had something that reminded her of potato’s with cheese…Although with an odd sauce on it. She didn’t mind it—But while they waited for Raine, it was something to munch on.

She smiled when Shandra spoke, nodding her head happily. “Ah love to shop Mlle Shandra…Ah really didn’t bring any sunglasses…Or anything to dressy to wear. Ah just didn’t think we’d be doing anything other than…Laying on the beach. It sounded so good at the time… We were all so stressed out…Ah just wanted to sleep for another week…”

“Ah’m not good at thinking ahead…”, she breathed, for some reason apologetic for this. She sipped at her tea mindlessly, noting the far away look on Christian’s face for a moment. Briefly she wondered what he was thinking… Or why he had been looking in her direction, with such an expression… But for as well as she knew him… She didn’t pry when it came to his mannerisms and private thoughts. He was just…One of those people, that if he wanted her to know, he would tell her.

Her eyes caught his for a scant moment, and she smiled, trying to reassure him of whatever he might be thinking that would cause him such silence. Usually he was so alert-- A hunter. He rarely spaced out—Not like she did.

She looked at Antonio with an impressed grin as he mentioned he was a performer, her eyes going back to the man twisting and twirling among flame in the center of the out door area. “That’s amazing… What kinds of things could you do? Can you do?”

“Ah was the May Queen once back home… Ah’m not really sure how that happened…”, she blushed, “But that’s as interesting as Ah get…”

She shifted slightly... Glancing curiously at the water Shandra drank. Was she really not hungry? Sofia felt bad... If she didn't like the food, they really could go somewhere else... It wasn't a big deal.

At the beach

Forellen nodded at Petra when asked if she were French. ” Oui je suis français. J'ai habité à Paris. J'ai pu ne pas vous avoir vu modeler bien que ma mère pourrait avoir. Elle avait l'habitude d'aller chez la plupart des grands défilés de mode qui ont été tenus.” She said with a nod. Forellen had only been to one of two shows but couldn’t recall seeing Petra at any of them. Her mother would know more since she went to most of them. Forellen came out of that thoughtful pause and nodded to Maddy whom had just joined them. ”Hello.” She said and then looked at Narcissa. ”Alright.” She could work with Petra on her English easily enough they had plenty of time to work on it while on vacation. English wasn’t as hard a language to learn as some of the others she had encountered.

Forellen yelped as she got a face full of sand compliments, or nor, of Eli the words that came out of the usually delicate and refined Omega were not polite. Having sand unexpectedly flung in one’s eyes stung. Eli had serious payback on its way as soon as Forellen got her hands on him. She wouldn’t hurt him of course but he would spend the rest of the night hugging the toilet. Isabella was fast to intervene on his behalf and with some words between them Narcissa turned and swept back to the condo as Forellen shook the sand from her towel with a slight frown. A bonfire? That would be nice. ”Alright I’ll let them know!” She called back at Narcissa retreating back with a wave.

Well since both Narcissa and Kerrigan had gone off on their own separate missions that left Forellen, Petra and Maddy behind. ”So what do you ladies want to do? Like Petra mentioned we have four water guns and an ocean full of water. Let’s go enjoy ourselves shall we?” She offered with a smile.

ALHA loser.

As he was flying, dodging bystanders, Wilbur noticed that Eli had gotten ahead of him. He guessed that he was being more cautious than Eli. Fine; no more games. Wilbur picked up his speed and streamlined his body. He ducked past two or three people who were still confused from the last teenager speeding by them. One particularly large man threw Wilbur off guard. He tucked his legs up to his chest in hopes of swirling around. By chance, the guy threw himself to the ground and as Wilbur turned his head to check and see if he was alright, he saw a boy (Leion), around his age thrust himself in Wilbur’s direction.

Was this kid crazy? Wilbur stretched out and tried to spin himself in the air, out of the way, but the guy moved too fast.
He collided with the other teenager, and fell to the ground, the wind gone from his chest. He coughed up sand he swallowed on the way down. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to just stay on the ground or try and get up. He didn’t see the other guy, he might have knocked him somewhere far away. Hopefully, he was a mutant; a resilient mutant. He was the same age, so it was a possibility. If it were a human, Wilbur could’ve killed him. He became suddenly worried and scrambled to find the other kid.

“Hey!” Wilbur called, still trying to get a decent breath. “Are you alright? What the hell were you thinking with that? I could’ve killed you!” He spoke fast and in labored breaths. He helped the other guy up.

“I don’t know if we met already, but I think you’re like me.” He looked ahead to see if he could see Eli, but, the other mutant was quickly going out of view. “Ah…looks like I’m gonna lose this race.” He looked back at his roadblock. “I’m Wilbur. I fly, that’s about it. I’m an Alpha. I'm 19.” He put his hand up to his head. “I need to sit down.” He slumped to the ground face first.

“No worries, I’m still conscious, just…injured.” He almost slipped into unconsciousness, until he heard a shrill scream, and then a few angry sounding girls. His eyes opened and scanned the beach. He sat up when he saw the last bit of sand falling to the ground and Eli zipping away. He must not have saw Wilbur’s crash. The girls were his new team captain, and a few other girls, one looked particularly steamed. He stood up when one of the girls grabbed a skimboard and took off after Eli. At least he would get what he deserved.

“I almost beat him. Next time I’m not gonna pay attention. Just gonna go.” Wilbur tried not to look too upset that he lost, he couldn’t let a guy like Eli have that kind of ego boost. Wilbur would probably hear about this one forever. “Well, now that I’ve officially lost: who are you?”

It would seem that Leion guessed wrong, judging by the sudden pain of another body colliding with the left side of his ribs. Luckily he seemed to have matched the other boy's speed and prevented the worst from happening, the worst in this case being broken shards of his ribs piercing his innards, but it seemed that he had still cracked a rib. . . or three.

"I should be fine, if I rest and don't move my ribs for awhile" Leion replied to the initial quick paced question. How someone could talk that fast after a collision like that was beyond him.

He accepted the help that Wilbur, as he introduced himself, offered while speaking very fast before falling over himself. "You. . .okay?" Leion asked between a heavy fit of coughing. Wilbur replied quickly and shortly after Leion asked.

Leion laughed at the comments Wilbur was making about his own race before clutching his side and coughing again. It was then that he asked for Leion's introduction, "Well for starters, . . . that was an accident." Another bout of coughing "I'm Leion, 17, . . . an Omega, and I . . . manipulate energy" constant pain surged through his ribs, but it was his own fault and he hoped that his teammates wouldn't get the wrong idea.

"I was hoping to get out of your way, but it looks like I chose the wrong way" he made a small coughing laugh, though the Alpha seemed a bit fast paced he didn't seem like an idiot, just a bit like the type to get caught up in the moment. Hopefully he wouldn't turn out to be one of those complete group-set people, sure Leion only hung around Omegas, but that because not many of the Alphas interested him.

Omega: Accents Not Welcome

She already knew by reputation that Narcissa was not an easy leader to get along with, but she also knew that by reputation she was a leader who got the job done. Petra simply rolled her eyes when Narcissa walked away having said nothing about the deep hint that her lack of English wasn't welcome. Too bad. That was how Petra felt. She spoke how she spoke. She was only two years removed from Europe. English was her third language and it would get there.

Petra felt the disturbance in the metals in the ground under her feat as Wilbur decided to pull his stunt. Instinctively Petra willed a shield across her eyes coming from the metal necklaces she was wearing. The metal moved up her face like it were alive and blocked her face from the sand spray. As soon as it died down, she willed the metal back around her neck as if nothing had happened.

"Vell, dat was mature. Did not know Scott put... eh, children on teams," Petra said rather loudly had hoped the kid games were done when she left her team at the Institute. She also lived by code to not use her powers against other X-Men so she wasn't planning on going after the "boy" because if she started pulling metal out of the ground, objects, or pockets... things weren't going to be pretty.

Watching Narcissa walk off she looked at her two teammates, "Bad time for Ms. Frost to send us to her. New faces are last thing she vants."

She listened to Maddy and understood her meaning. She may not have spoken English perfectly, but she understood it quite well. Maybe getting back at them with practical jokes wasn't the best thing to do. She was quite annoyed now on the beach and would rather take leave.

"Vould you two like to go.. get food? My treat, yes? I am new, vould like to treat new friend.... even if would like to destroy dat boy."

Omega – New Blood

Jacen wasn’t sure how it happened, but the volleyball game seemed to die out faster than it had gotten started, which made him sad but he got over it relatively quickly. He took the momentary break in action to go back inside the house to get a snack.

The Mutant ran his fingers over the counter to a fruit bowl, plucking up an apple as he walked back out to a beach with a seemingly different mood.

“Jeezums… Gone for a second…” He muttered, walking up to Maddy and Co.. He took a bite out of the apple and looked over at the New Girl, Furrowing his eyebrows together as he swallowed. “New Recruits I take it?” He asked, his eyes looking over towards Leion’s New Friends as well. He smiled to the Russian, introducing himself. “Jacen Reilly, Omega.” He said, extending his non-appled hand for a ‘handshake’. He still hadn’t gotten the shaking part down, causing his handshakes to be rather rigid and inadvertently un-friendly.

He took another bite of the apple. He recalled that Shandra and Christian had got a few people to go to town, not necessarily at the same time, but their little section of beach seemed to be energetic enough to still be fun.

Omega:Catalina - They can run...

A look of satisfaction made it's way to her lips as Kerrigan saw the glass ball connect with the new kid's shoulder (Eli), prompting him to stop his pursuit of the now-ended race. It came just in time, as a rather strong wave managed to knock her off her board, the redhead appearing above the surface of the water in time to see a half exposed new kid standing with a "hand-gun" pointed straight at her. He was smirking, something that brought an uncharacteristic scowl to her features as she started making her way towards him, tossing wet hair over her shoulders. However, he turned and darted into the throngs of people lounging on the beach, the redhead swearing softly to herself as she pushed herself through the sand. It was clear that he underestimated her - she might have physically based powers, but she knew how to use them.

For a moment she lost sight of him, the redhead pausing in the middle of the crowd as her eyes scanned for the jerk that was going to get a much-needed talking to. Eventually, she managed to find him, talking to another new Alpha (Wilbur) and Leion. He seemed to be slightly on edge, the redhead taking advantage of the crowd to make her way around so she could approach relatively unnoticed. She wasn't necessarily going to hurt him, no matter how much Cissa might want her to, but she was going to explain a little to him about the teams and how it would work in his best interest to not do something like that again.

Unfortunately, she caught his gaze on her, the redhead silently swearing to herself that her hair made her so easy to spot. At least when she was in her full suit it was disguised by the helmet, aiding in stealth. Ducking under one beach-goer's arm, the redhead made her way towards the group of racers, adjusting her sunglasses as she closed the distance between herself and the new kid in question. Clearing her throat as she came up behind them, she placed her hand on her hips, her body weight shifting to her left leg as she looked at him with a slightly stern expression.

"Hello Leion; fresh meat," she said simply, giving her team mate a soft smile in greeting before returning to her hard expression as she looked at the new Alphas. She turned so she was directly facing the sand-thrower, realizing she was indeed slightly taller than him.

"Alright, you better listen really carefully to what I am about to say - it might just be the best advice you'll get here, and if you don’t believe me, Leion is an Omega, and can back me up on this. Us girls you sprayed with sand in your attempt at a practical joke? One of them was the Omega leader, Narcissa, and you should be glad that she let me come after you instead of insisting that she do it herself. She is not the kind of person to take something like that lightly, so I suggest you just lay low for awhile and stay off her radar. If you try something like that again, I can't promise your safety, not to mention you’re just putting Bella in the path of destruction, because she has to follow you around and clean up your messes. Got it?"

There was something in the redhead’s tone that suggested how serious she was when speaking with him, even if her gaze was obstructed by her sunglasses. True, she did not necessarily enjoy getting sand in her face and mouth, but Lord knows she had been a lot messier than this before. There was some sense of care underneath it all, not only for the new team members, who she did not want to see get fried to a crisp on their first day, but also for Cissa, who didn’t need anything like this idiot to provoke her. That would not bode well for anyone.

Omega - Nature Shopping and Building Some More

Carlos couldn't be humorous about it, but his retort even without the enthusiasm of amusement could still sound funny. At least he hoped. " Could I get one now, in exchange for not getting a scolding when I do something loco?". He watched Evie block the doorway and from his view, her curvy silhouette was hard not to admire. He stood up though so he wouldn't have to stare at her backside, or be tempted to as was the case. " And here I was hoping to fry a tarantula for your enjoyment.". Carlos forced at least abit of genuine amusement into that comment. Vermin didn't bother him. Fear factor would have a hard time cracking him. His fearless and not so squeamish natured was use to everything most others were not. Rats, Snakes, Insects, Spiders, Leeches, Some took time to get use to yes and more time for those you could roast and eat but practically any living thing that could set someone off he wasn't afraid to keep in his proximity.

For Narcissa, she hated snakes, his favorite of pets, for Bella, sure she came around to eating crickets but show her a roach and watch her screech and look for something to stand on. Still though Carlos had no clue what Evie could actually be afraid of but her preference that a spider not be on her plate was a strong a hint for him as her reacting as she would if it did. Although still picturing her on stool screaming for someone to kill a spider seemed impossible to grasp. He might have to try that for fun sometime. He dusted himself off and reached for the knife he bought. " as much as I can remember from how I saw it sure. Over dinner."

He squeezed next to her through the door way and let his arm hug her around the waist for a second or two before he stepped outside to climb the convenient coconut tree that provided decent shade. Blade in mouth he was up and down shouting to look out below as he loosed the nuts at least a good five of the, so they hit the ground. He climbed down and just let himself fall the remaining height that wouldn't injure him and stacked the coconuts next to the fire pit. He then went off into the small but thick tropical brush to find whatever he could from large leafs to more wood, and a rock. He casually collected what he could to help him as if it were a minimart.

He came back to Evie and the fire pit dragging a large palm branch with his gathered supplies on it and sat down on the long he had pushed from the beach to sit on, happy it was dry. He found a few sea shells also one of which he chipped with the knife handle. He then got a rock so he could split the hard shells open. He was working rather quickly obviously having done this before, and also moreover to him because he wanted to keep himself occupied enough to not think on his troubles. He looked back at Evie as he got the first shell off and stabbed the inner one with the knife and made a hole.

He offered it to Evie, " I'm gonna be draining most of them. If you want to try the milk though." The taste was anything but lactose, which made him wonder why most people called it milk. It was an acquired taste really. He set it down and went back to work scraping the outer layers of a stick off as well as the branches. He began thinking how silly he might look, that he was using stone age methods just to camp outside and be by himself. Not everyone could see two rocks and get a meal out of it. Then again it was dying art even amongst where he came from. Modern tradition changed hand made composite bows and arrows into more powerful compound bows with carbon fiber arrows with titanium heads. Rather then die off completely his people integrated and adapted. Which he guessed was better then what happened in the U.S.