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 Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 3:39 pm
Kaosujin Ryu lmao...that one I put up isn't so bad...you sould see some of the other ones I've had...I have woken up a few times going..WTF?!  Rebecca smiled and nodded to each of them as Michael said all of their names. She studied each of them in turn and decided she liked what she saw. They all looked like decent men. She would have to be around them more to say for sure. But she was usually a pretty good judge of character. "It is a pleasure to meet all of you," she said as her gaze went to each of them again.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 3:47 pm
 Michael Callaway Michael saw a tall blond walk out of the house before he grinned and leaped off the porch, running at him before tackling him to the ground. "Damn, Jacob... either you been wearing weights or somethin', brotha...." Michael grunted as the crew cut blond ruffled his hair playfully. "Nothin' you ain't eaten," he shot back as he got up before noticing Rebecca with an appreciative whistle. "Damn, are you a model?" Jacob said thoughtfully. "Private Investigator, actually, but she'd probably more than hold her own with any model out there," Michael said as he snapped his hips and landed on the balls of his feet from his back. Alede OOC: That's why I never fall asleep listening to classical music; the one time that happened to me... if Freddy Krueger had seen those dreams, even he would have fled in fear.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 5:34 pm
Rebecca blushed and laughed as she shook her head. Those two sure knew how to give out the compliments that would make any girl happy. "No, not a model. I don't have the patience for all the makeup and dress up. Give me pair of ripped jeans and t-shirt any day." She wondered if any of Michael's friends knew about his, ah, special talents.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 11:06 am
Michael Callaway Michael chuckled before he frowned slightly, his gaze shifting out to the bayou. Since he had slid sunglasses on, none of the gator hunters knew about the change to his eyes nor did they know of his 'unique' talents he now had. "You sense that?" he thought. Logan growled "Seems like someone found somethin' they shouldn't 'ave," he muttered as the water surged in waves, almost washing over the dock as the boats rocked dangerously; he knew it wasn't Ororo or Rebecca doing that. He heard a screaming laugh that made his blood run cold; he saw several of the seasoned hunters flinch, including RJ, Clint, who had just come out on the porch, andTroy himself.
Logan snarled in his mind, obviously recognizing the laugh. "Blackheart," he snarled. "Thor bound tha 'ne down in Hell, di'n he?" Remy said warily. "Obviously some poor soul found the seal and broke it, releasing Blackheart who likely possessed the fool," Michael thought grimly. He sensed Logan's nod; obviously the experienced semi-feral mutant agreed with his thoughts. "Mebee we should hang inside, yah?" Troy said slowly, his normally jovial tone sounding slightly frightened which said a lot for the experienced gator hunter who faced down twelve to fifteen foot gators at less than two feet from him on a regular basis.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 11:15 am
Rebecca's eyes narrowed as she watched the water. She hadn't shown any sign that the screaming laugh had bothered her. Her head tilted to the side slightly, and she was about to say something to Michael when Troy spoke. She looked around at the others and saw the hunters were uneasy. She blinked a little and nodded slowly. "Yes, inside may be best," Rebecca gently touched Michael on the arm. "Come on..let's go inside."
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 11:22 am
Michael Callaway Michael nodded slightly. "If it heads this way..." he said quietly, silently telling her that they may have no choice but to reveal what they were able to do in order to protect themselves and the others. He wasn't sure if it was a good thing or bad thing that things were starting to get very.... strange, in the normal sense of the word. He half turned towards the house, catching the fragrant but spicy scent of the jambalaya simmering inside. He could feel his mouth starting to water from the scent of the food inside.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 11:33 am
"I know," Rebecca said softly. She knew what Michael meant. They would need to do all they could to make sure these people stayed safe. Even if that meant revealing their powers. She didn't like it, but if it had to be done, it had to be done. She followed Michael into the house, taking a deep breath of the scents within. Her mouth began to water and she smiled. She hadn't smelled anything so good since she had moved out of her parents house.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 11:48 am
Michael Callaway Michael tilted his head, not all that surprised at the comfortable way the house was set up. He let his gaze scan around slowly, his stance relaxed yet tensed at the same time, almost like a coiled spring.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 11:59 am
"Your home is nice," Rebecca said as she looked around the place. It had a wonderful, homey feeling, and it radiated from all over the house. There were very few who could manage that with their homes. "I don't like what went on out there," Storm said softly. Me either, Rebecca replied.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 12:15 pm
Michael Callaway Troy grinned, though his eyes unconsciously darted towards the door and outside. "Thank ya, chéri," he said with amusement. He cocked his head slightly, noticing both Michael and Rebecca seemed slightly tense, as if something were bothering them. "Wha's wrong with'cha? Yer tenser than a bowstring," he said carefully, a faint smile flickering over his face. "Let's just say that Rebecca and I have had it rough lately," Michael said wryly, half joking.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 12:19 pm
"Ha, you call that rough," Rebecca teased. "Guns pointed at our heads, knives thrown at us...that's a normal day in my life." She downplayed it, making it seem like that was all that was bothering them. She flicked a strand of hair from her face. She let herself relax a little bit so that she didn't seem so tense.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 12:45 pm
Michael Callaway Troy blinked, but shrugged as he seemed to dismiss the idea. "Better'n gators tryin' ta bite ou' legs off," he murmured as he stood, lobbing a couple of bowls towards Michael as he scooped one up himself, as did several of the others. "Liz weren' feelin' too well, so she didn' come, sadly," he said conversationally. Michael sighed, then snorted. "I'm pretty sure 'Becca and Liz would have gotten along quite well, since they both excel in what most could refer to as 'male dominated' jobs... to me, well, I don't give a damn who dominates the job; what matters is who works the hardest and shows what they're made of," he said wryly, offhandedly complimenting Rebecca.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 12:57 pm
Alede "Hmm, surrounded by so many men! You should be getting your freak on!" Storm sang in the back of her head. Rebecca just smiled as she took one of the bowls from Michael. "If I could kick your a** right now..I so would," Rebecca shot back at the other woman. She had no idea what had gotten into her lately. She shoved back Storm's retort to the back of her mind, blocking out the words. Rebecca was just glad she had managed to keep her face neutral. Because she had really wanted to snarl at Storm.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 2:02 pm
Michael Callaway Troy chuckled at Michael's words, amused by them. "Ain' tha' tha truth," he agreed. Michael shrugged as he got a couple of scoops of the spicy jambalaya and scooped up a small layer of shredded cheddar cheese to put on top of it. He exhaled slowly before inhaling. "Yer friend has good taste in food," Remy commented in his mind though Michael for the most part ignored the Cajun mutant's words as he took a bite of it, feeling a chill shoot down his spine before he cocked his head and spat out the shell casing of a nine millimeter bullet into his hand before he clenched it in his hand. He could feel the cold chill gathering in his palm before it receded with a slight itch. The truth was, if he was in direct contact with any metal, he could manipulate the nanites in his body to consume it and convert it into more adamantium-vibranium nanites for use.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 2:14 pm
Alede Rebecca scooped up her own jambalaya, put some cheese over the top and took a bite. She closed her eyes briefly before opening them again. "Hmm, this is really good." She smiled at Troy as she took another bite. It was the best she had, had since she had her mother's jambalaya.
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