Roland Chevalier Location: Medical Thoughts: Deathwishes and Rebellion, a cocktail for disaster
Kerrigan took his explanation, his moment of vulnerability really, better than he’d expected. Frankly he was still having trouble figuring out the whole “I can be open with you with my feelings” part of being in a relationship. Most situations he’s been in usually involved a sense of hierarchy. An order of placement between people. Dom, his initial meetings with Xavier, his status as an Omega. It was always a master and subordinate type of deal. It was slightly different with Sonya, however the two of them barely were able to let that develop. Kerrigan though, it felt different. It felt, as if they were on an equal plane.
When they weren’t dealing with the team dynamics of course. She brought up how she couldn’t let him slide if he decided to bite back. Which in his mind, he was pretty much completely justified in doing so. His fingers and wrist cracked as he tensed his hand into a fist. “We’ll worry about that when the time comes.” He said to her, taking her hand into his, gently kissing her hand, “Besides, we both know that I have a deathwish.” The past few weeks by himself had given him some clarity of thought. He was away from the insanity, away from Aren, Narcissa, and everything else that had just gotten into his life. It gave him time to think, to collect himself on just how much he’d screwed things up.
It was going to be rough, but at this point he needed to work his way out of the mess he got himself into. It would take time, but perhaps he’d at least get the majority of the Omegas to not hate him. But right now, he was going to just go with the flow, and deal with things as they came. However, should someone try to start unnecessary violence, he’d defend himself. Of course he imagined Aren and him would likely come to blows, but he was settled with that reality.
Cabin fever was going to be a b***h indeed.
Entering the Med Bay, he got himself checked out by Elixir who was so kind as to provide some information of the injuries he sustained on site “To be fair, for someone with so many prior factures and this much scar tissue, this is practically nothing.” he replied to Kerrigan’s assurances that he wouldn’t be in the Med Bay too often. However Roland shot Elixir a look of contempt, he hadn’t really shared exactly what lead to all his injuries to her, and he wasn’t exactly too keen on having the gold-skinned healer go into detail on that. His eyes burned a bit, after what happened he did not want to give her one more reason to worry about him. She then requested that he show her where the dorms were. He acquiesced, and lead her to the dorm floors.
“I’m on the lowest floor, it’s a tad quieter down there. Gave me some room to think.” he stated as he lead her to the dorm floors, his answer in truth to his desire to keep to himself at this point. Though with the recent arrival of students and teammates, that was going to die off quite quickly. Though at least Kerrigan was around to help deal with the bullshit.
Pointing in the direction, off to a corner on the less active floor. There was a bit of luggage and people, but not as much of a hustle and bustle. Not a lot of people were keen on being further beneath the earth than they already were. But for the golden-eyed warrior, the solitude called to him. Being deeper down underground the floor was slightly warmer than further above, which being by his lonesome was great since he could sleep with minimal sheets. He enjoyed the warmth, it reminded him of New Orleans. Only thing missing was the smell of humidity and vomit, mixed with the sounds of stupid drunk tourists trying to make their way out of Bourbon Street.
Making his way up, he said to her, “If you need any help with your bags, let me know. I got nothing to do now that you’re all here. The work I did do I finished a while back anyway. So please, feel free to use me how you see fit.” He offered not out of any sort of manly pride, he offered because he wanted to. Right now he’d do anything for her.
And some of that he may not enjoy, but he’ll suck it up if he has to.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 9:36 pm
Name: Leonardo Rossi Team: Alphas Location: Base One Small Step... Honestly, he was surprised he was saying all of this, that these words were coming from his own mouth. And yet, here he was, presumably turning a new leaf. Maybe it was the exhaustion getting to him, or perhaps he was genuinely tired of all the violence and killing he'd seen over the years. Either way, there was some sort of comfort rising in his chest, as if he could finally take full breaths for the first time in months.
She didn't have much to say as he spoke, and he was somewhat grateful for that. He just needed to explain things, and be done with it. Discussing the intricacies of his moral views and how he viewed himself in the past wasn't exactly on his to-do list for today. The only thing she said was that she would only see him as how he was now, which had been his end goal.
When he had continued to turn the mirror upon himself and didn't have some very pleasant things to say, Bella had reacted by inching closer to him. Instinct had him tense very slightly, his over-analytical mind considering moving in the opposite direction. Then again, this room was very small, and it would be rude to deny her this now. They were on their way to rebuilding their friendship, and backing away when she wanted to comfort him wouldn't help things.
Granted, when she did embrace him, Leo couldn't help but feel very… uncomfortable. His chest started to tighten once again, full breaths would not come. Many sought out others to comfort them when they were emotionally distressed; Leo wasn't exactly one of those people. He liked to keep people at a distance, work things out in his head for himself. Even now, he wasn't so keen to let Bella in so easily. Not finding the strength physically or emotionally to raise his arms and return the embrace, he just stood there rather awkwardly, accepting, but not giving back.
He nodded his head a little when she said that war was about death. "There will be a time when going to the edge in order to protect our friends and family is necessary, but we can't use that to justify everything we do. And we can't just block ourselves off from the emotional toll it has on us. It's supposed to hurt; it's supposed to make us feel a little bit wrong. But I know that time can heal a lot of things, and something like that will eventually go away."
Leo paused before saying, "We don't have to be cold-hearted bastards to do what we do."
That's what he hoped Bella understood. Just being a emotionless shell that did 'whatever it takes' in the name of protecting and defending wasn’t what he was implying. It was good to have those emotions – it made them human. He was asking her to shoulder the emotional turmoil that came with doing something like that – to be strong. Just hollowing oneself out in order to avoid feeling bad about it would just lead them down a path where eventually they start killing indiscriminately and saying it was all justified. It wasn't. There were only a few times where taking someone out was necessary and just, but most importantly, it had to mean something. It had to be the only way to get other people out of harm's way. Maybe there was an alternative…
Or maybe Magneto had escaped one too many times because the X-Men wanted to comfortably sleep at night.
Bella agreed in his promise to find a better way through this mess, one that wasn't paved with the blood of too many people. That was the first big step that he had been looking for, that he was leading her in the right direction. "I think the first thing we need to do is just listen. Start listening to Scott and Xavier and the others here. Maybe they actually have something to teach us."
"Before that though," Leo stepped back, out of Bella's embrace. "I really need to freshen up." As much as he liked the genuine back-and-forth they were having, he desperately needed some time to himself, as well as get himself cleaned and shaved. He needed time to think, and now that he was finally someplace safe, he could do that.
“Except most of us can actually manage to live in peace under one roof,” she responded. Drama was bound to happen and the likelihood of it happening drastically increased when a horde of young mutants lived together under one roof. Like Orchid said, it was just the natural way of things. And now that she thought about it, even she was an active participant of some mid-air drama during the trip there. She wasn’t proud of her actions but compared to what those two men were doing in the hallway, her drama with Aspen was far less intense. Though the thought crossed her mind, she never actually tossed the redhead out of the plane. In fact, she never even laid a finger on the girl.
“Men are barbarians,”she muttered softly. And women were evil. Having gone to an all female private boarding school, Magda knew very well how absolutely demonic some girls could be. Finding someone normal and sane to spend time with was very difficult.
Orchid was cool. And when Orchid suggested a housewarming party with booze, Magda surprisingly agreed to it. Alcohol was a beverage she normally avoided. The taste was always horrible, it went down like liquid fire, and the woozy aftereffects wasn’t something she enjoyed. Magda liked being aware and not being able to think straight was a scary feeling. But if she was to live underground with all of those people, she might as well drink something to decrease her awareness. But not too much. She wouldn’t want to wake up topless in someone else’s room.
“So are we really having a party? As in one of those loud ones with a bunch of people and tons of bad choices?” She’d never been to a party like that. Actually, she’d never been to any party aside from those massive family holiday gatherings. But she’d seen parties on television and in movies and they always had loud music, lots of people, and an overabundance of red Solo cups. “Are we even allowed to do that here?” She asked. It seemed like something the higher-ups would frown upon.
And then Orchid mentioned weed.
Magda’s eyes grew wide as she stared at Orchid, momentarily incapable of forming words. First there was alcohol and now weed. The housewarming party Orchid was thinking of throwing was probably going to be on the scale of one of those movie parties. Magda wasn’t sure how she felt about that. It could certainly be exciting but how were they supposed hold a party of that magnitude without alerting the leaders?
“Booze and weed, huh? Cool plan,” She said nonchalantly. Perhaps living here wouldn’t be so terrible after all. “Might as well. We’re underground in a frozen wasteland. Fun activities are severely limited.”
But rooming with Orchid would surely result in some sort of excitement. The girl seemed fun and she certainly had a bunch of borderline unlawful, potentially dangerous activities in mind. She watched the girl plop down on her bed and declare that the room was fine without even looking around. It was as if the layout of the room didn’t even interest her. She simply took a drag of her cigarette and released the smoke through her nostrils. Briefly, Magda wondered whether they were even allowed to smoke in their rooms. At her old school, smoking was strictly prohibited and the consequences were harsh for those who were caught smoking. But this wasn’t her old school. This was a school for mutants and currently they were underground in Canada.
Besides, based on all her suggestions, Orchid hardly seemed like the type to care about what was and wasn’t allowed.
Magda watched her new roommate unpack her ashtray and Bourbon. She glanced at her own duffle bag in disgust and said, “Well, I know what I don’t want to do. I don’t want to unpack. Not until I absolutely have to.” She was probably just going to dump it all on her bed and leave it there for a few days or until she ran out of sleeping room. To neatly fold her clothes and stuff them away into drawers wasn’t a task she was ever able to keep up with.
“Are you hungry? We can eat. Or we can explore this dungeon. Or we can go do that thing you said. Test out our uniforms. I am curious to see what they look like.” Magda bounced out of bed and gently tugged at Orchid’s arm, silently begging her to get out of bed so they could do something. She then went over to the door, swung it open, and promptly walked out into the hall. Sitting still wasn’t something she was capable of.
“You lead? It's not like I know where I'm going. I feel like I need a GPS just to get around this place.”
Developing a new uniform for the X-Men was easier than it sounded. Having been commissioned by the Headmaster and more pressingly the Headmistress, it definitely added to the challenge. The specifications that Dr. McCoy had been given were more than what most scientists could handle. As it stood, it really was more than he could deal with while revamping the old Weapon X Facility. He’d sought out assistance in the form of Reed Richards, Mr. Fantastic, whose mind for the sciences was magnificently more astute than his own. One of the trickiest things of all was finding a physical activation sequence that made sense for immediately donning the uniform. If it was made too simply, the teams would accidentally slip into their fighting suits at, more than likely, the most inopportune of times.
This was a pursuit that had occupied most of his time since he’d completed work on the new base of operations. These new uniforms would be more durable than those the X-Men had used in the past. He would be utilizing Reed Richards’ famed unstable molecules to make a unique suit for all of them. Each power had it’s own needs, and every mutant was different. It was fortuitous that he kept DNA samples of each member of the former Academy at the ready.
Hanging upside down looking at a formula, the blue furry man suddenly flipped in midair and landed back on his feet. “Eureka! This should have the desired effect...”, he muttered to himself, pushing his glasses up his nose. Granted, they still needed to do quite a bit of testing. Trying to fit the uniforms on dummies wouldn’t suffice forever--The best results would only be yielded with live subjects. Some of the students wouldn’t take well to being told they were going to be effectively experimented on... Some might even turn violent at the prospect-- So he would ask first for volunteers.
Nonetheless, he still debated on the proper motion to begin the process. It sounded unnecessary, but Scott had stressed more than once that this needed to be something that wouldn’t be used in casual interaction. The whole point was to be able to move between a battle ready state, and civilian within moments. Their identities were never completely safe, but were a little more secure with an implementation of a mask. It would deny the Sentinels instant facial recognition, considering they were all considered fugitives at this point.
He held a conference call with Reed to discuss some of the finer details of UMF, as well as his sub-space pocket technology. They could really be programed however they needed… It was just getting the uniforms to obey once the pocket was opened. Reed suggested a ‘Shoulder to the Wheel’ sequence and Hank mulled it over while adding the last few students DNA sequences to the equation. Once he was satisfied that it would work smoothly, he brought up his comm to make an announcement. “Hello everyone, this is Dr. McCoy speaking...I hope that your recent travels were made safely and without difficulty. I have a surprise for all of you in regards to the portability if your uniforms, but I will need a few volunteers to join me in the lab in approximately twenty minutes.”
“More details can be given upon arrival. Please and thank you in advance.”
Beast stared at his comm for a long moment, hoping that he might have piqued someone’s interest. He wasn’t entirely sure how to relate to the younger generation these days, especially since a dear friend had dreadfully referred to him as ‘old’ on his last birthday. Purposeful or not, he’d started reading up on things that young people enjoyed. Twitter and YouTube Celebrities..How alarming...Ten minutes into his research had left his head was spinning. [Cookie called Angel OLD. Now she cries and debates on retirement…] So hopefully...hopefully he was merely ‘well learned’ and still young enough at heart to understand the teenage human condition.
Dr. McCoy got about to tinkering with the schematics until his guinea pigs volunteers arrived, forcing the thought of being halfway to death out of his head. Youth was a gift of nature; But age was clearly a work of art. He double and triple checked his formula and notes, making little notations as needed.
The last thing he needed was to temporarily turn a student a rather vivid shade of purple… Again…
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**ANYONE IS WELCOME TO VOLUNTEER OR IGNORE - IF YOU DO NOT ATTEND IT WILL BE ASSUMED THAT YOUR CHARACTER HAS BEEN FITTED FOR A NEW UNIFORM AT A LATER DATE DURING THE SOON TO COME TIME SKIP**
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About an twenty minutes later the volunteers he’d requested started flooding into the lab and Dr. McCoy looked them all over with a reassuring smile, eyes kind, and not at all showing signs of crows feet. “Thank you all for joining me; Your efforts are most appreciated. Our goal today is to make sure that you can transition seamlessly between being battle ready, and donning casual attire. With tensions rising...This small amount of cover can be invaluable when you need to blend in immediately.”
“When you normally put on your uniform, you must actually take the time to either dress or undress. We will eliminate that process and make it so that your uniform is always with you and available instantly. Each of you will be assigned a personal ‘sub-space’ or ‘extra-dimensional’ storage pocket. They are tethered to the material world by your energy signature, and all operate on their own frequency. Your uniforms will be stored in a liquid state in in the personal void that my colleague Reed Richards has created for each of you. To activate these uniforms, you need only make a fist and press the radial side of your thumb against your opposite shoulder--Like so.”, Beast demonstrated the correct motion, the effect almost instantaneous.
Something black and almost metallic slid over his body, causing his clothing to evaporate as it went. Modesty was preserved due to the fact that at no point was any skin or fur, as it were, left uncovered. A dark strip crossed over his eyes before suddenly hardening, forming a very durable, yet flexible uniform. He bore a silver “X” on his chest. “These suits are made of unstable molecules, synched with your DNA. They will adapt to anything your mutation can throw at them. They will provide a degree of durability that that you’ve not had before, and a sense of flexibility that was previously restricted. They are literally designed to protect you...Hence the addition of a mask. Yours will differ from mine in personal preference from your last uniform. The coloring of the “X” will match that of your assigned team.”
“Any clothing or non-living items you are holding at the time of activation will be dissolved by the UMF [Unstable Molecule Fabric] sweeping over your person, and stored in your sub-space pocket. When you want to return to civilian clothing, merely repeat the motion…”, the Professor did so, and his clothing reappeared just as easily as his uniform had. “And just like that you’re ready to slip right back into society.”
“The uniforms have been programmed to deflect the Sentinels sensors to keep them from recognizing you--However, this is not a complete failsafe, so do not unnecessairly test it.”, he finished off, seeming quite pleased with his own handiwork.
“Now, who would like to go first?” Dr. McCoy asked with a smile partially showing his pointed teeth. He was excited to see the outcome of this new undertaking. This was the ‘fitting’ portion of his experiment… It had taken him three tries to get his uniform on correctly while the UMF centered itself. Backwards, upside down, holes… It had been a mess. It was best to get them all situated early, so they didn’t experience problems on the field.
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Former Omega Ability: Psychic Laceration Location: Aurie and Kat's Closet?
For as elegant as Katerina's appearance was, the look seemed a deception when her features twisted into a rather unsavory glare at the man holding the bra in the hallway. Dominik's skin may have lost some of its color under its weight, were it not for his being so used to such looks from Narcissa...albeit those usually weren't spent on him specifically. Nervous, and wanting to pacify her somehow, the man mumbled something about returning the garment to its owner, the brunette wordlessly striding into Aurelie's room in response. Great.. The Slovenian bade his nerves away, exhaling the quiet confidence he typically exuded, and trailed into the room behind her. He encountered Raine first, their eyes meeting for the briefest moment before the woman, no doubt privy to the tension between he and his ex-girlfriend. She let out a perplexed noise and went out the door. He could feel her stare digging into his back as she went, fidgeting to shake it away; 'These women are going to ******** murder me...'
Dominik didn't allow the thought to grace his features, preferring to keep his expression lax and well-humored as he held the bra out in Aurie's direction. 'You've a runaway', he'd said, meaning to return it, but a blur of a man intercepted the movement. Felix wasn't familiar to Dom, whose brows knitted as he snatched the garment from the Slovene's hands, spouting this and that about being Aurelie's boyfriend. He'd never been called a 'lech' before, and the accusation caused his eyebrows to crawl ever higher towards his scalp, ”Right. So sorry about that.” The response fell incredulously and rather devoid of any apology at all.
If Katerina's initial reaction to Dominik spelled distaste for him, the look she cast Felix spoke of a hatred much deeper, and suddenly Dom didn't feel like least favored person in the room. Aurelie's face reddened to portray her embarrassment, all but promising that Felix most definitely was not her boyfriend. The Slovene's lips tugged into his trademark lopsided grin as the two woman chastised him,Aurelie calling Felix's member is little 'Winky' producing a light chuckle from him. She warned that Dominik would cut him, the Slovenian nodding curtly in response, tilting his head to look at the man as he made to leave the room, ”He will,” Dom affirmed, playfully referring to himself in the third person, ”He'll slice little Winky right off, if you're not careful.”
With Felix gone, Dominik again became the odd one out in the group, his eyes falling casually to the bra as Kat instructed Aurie to burn it. He let the girls fret over the garment without offering an opinion, attention perking when Katerina set her eyes on him again. She barely suppressed a growl when introducing herself, and again Dominik's eyebrows rose, olive eyes intrigued. ”Dominik.” He answered carefully, noting the change in eye color. That in itself wasn't shocking; a lot of mutants on base were prone to little changes like that...the shifting bit he wasn't exactly expecting, though. He'd never met a shape shifter before; the little brunettes' form twisted into something animal-like, the woman promising to eat him if he hurt Aurie, and Dominik believed her. Lips twitched regardless, the beginnings of a witty remark blooming on them, but the severity of Aurelie's stare quelled it well enough. Right, then. No jokes.
”Duly noted.”
The panther stalked towards Aurelie in the center of the room, resting beside her feet, and Dominik found himself meeting the beautiful blonde's gaze as she scratched her friend behind the ear. He'd guessed right that she still wasn't pleased at him, and couldn't fault her for it. Rather, the man sighed and ran a hand over his scalp; a half-hearted attempt to tame the long strands of hair which liked to slip over his eyes, thinking absently that it might be time for a haircut. Aurelie captured the better part of his attention though, Dominik donning an apologetic countenance when she stated he'd done all the harm he could to her already. She lithely moved to get on with her unpacking, the whirlwind of clothing starting up again, and he just managed to swing his form around an oncoming sweater.
He'd regretted leaving her the way he had since moments after doing it, and suppressed a frown at the memory. The act had been random, sudden; he'd panicked at the mere thought of having deeper feelings for her, recluse that he was, and simply blurted it out--- mid-makeout, because he was an absolute idiot.
”You know,” He started, side-stepping a flying sock, ”I really have been meaning to talk to you for a while now...uh, about that.” Olive eyes went to find Kat again; it felt kind of awkward, having this conversation in front of her. Given her threats to eat him, though, he rather doubted she'd be willing to give them a moment of privacy; asking would probably only incite her to maul him to death...so he only conjured an awkward half-smile at her instead, shrugging, ”I owe you an apology...” The sincerity of it shone clearly in his eyes; he'd missed her company over the last few months...the time they'd spent bonding in the infirmary had allotted him a relationship he'd never quite had with anyone before. Truly, the only a few people knew as much about him as Aurelie did. What little he did share about himself, he didn't impart on many; only a special few, and perhaps none so personally as Aurelie, with whom he'd recounted his hospital experiences while she'd nursed a head injury of her own.
Dom's shoulders pulled upward again, lips tugging into a handsome grin,
”As I'm sure you've noticed, I'm kind of an idiot.”
Beast's announcement sounded over his comm, though the Slovenian man wasn't entirely interested in the offer, especially given current circumstances.
Narcissa grumbled bitterly about “Aren-Lytes” the whole way from the hangar to the scene of the fight, left hand resting naturally on the curve of her hip. From there, to see Emma… She honestly couldn’t be bothered to make much conversation. There was too much running through her head to put to actual words, not when she felt like the walls were closing in, and the ceiling was coming down.
The sun goddess really didn’t like to be underground. Aren had requested that she breathe…But she didn’t know how. To take the sun away from her was to deny a human food and water. Anticipating starvation made her wonder exactly what kind of arrangements had been made.
Likely, the X-Men had simply moved a compact UV Unit to her quarters—But it wasn’t the same. Diet versus regular.
Leion disappeared into Emma’s office, and she couldn’t help but sink into the natives arms, uncharacteristically curling into his embrace. The blonde heiress always told herself to keep her distance so that perhaps their link might diminish and he could live his life… But she selfishly folded. The mantra of ‘One last time’ had become commonplace when her feet and heart kept taking her back to him every night…
He should have shoved her away, not pulled her closer. Had he no sense at all? Her lips brushed delicately against his collar bone while she mentally scolded her lover, all the while nestling against him. They fit together so perfectly, the sensation almost caused her to forget about the fight in the hall. “Let’s be realistic…”
“Roland is Roland…Which means, he’s going to tick you off again. Take a rain check and save the violence for later. I’m sure you’ll find use for it…”
Narcissa swallowed a grimace when Aren peeled away from her, cold eyes finding themselves landing on Frost’s equally chilly countenance. The White Queen didn’t do much to hide her disapproval, but surprisingly refrained from commentary. Though that could have been because she’d given Narcissa orders to let the Shadow King possess her. It had been the only way to stall while waiting for back up… But it was still in the very moral grey.
Hearing about what had happened to Leion made her stomach twist. She couldn’t let the occupants of the room see, and merely nodded in acceptance. She’d known Leion for quite some time. Even though this was essentially the same boy, it wasn’t. Not really.
She was disturbed enough that even Aren couldn’t distract her, though she snorted at his ‘hung like a horse’ comment. She would save an actual response for that later. No way he was escaping that.
Leion seemed to be in a hurry to get away from them, or perhaps really wanted some time to sort out his thoughts. She couldn’t say that she blamed him, all things considered. Narcissa wished that she had the empathy to try and connect with this new Omega… But in that moment, she really didn’t. It was too numbing to think that the Leion she’d known was dead and gone in the blink of an eye…
There had been no chance to save him, keep him safe. He’d been rendered a statistic.
Aren pointed her dorm out to her and she sighed in relief. She wanted to get out of the buzzing hallway as quickly as possible. There were too many people around that made it feel even smaller, despite its obvious size. Pausing at a room next to her own that hadn’t been claimed yet, she pulled out a tube of lipstick from her wristlet. It was ‘Delicious Devil’ from Dolce and Gabbana—One of her favorites for obvious reasons. Scrawling ‘Kerri’ on the door, she figured that he ginger sister would take a hint.
Normally she would have simply defaulted to rooming with the striking amazon… But her current partner left much to be desired. Moreover, she felt it detrimental to insert herself into a potentially private setting with a man who viewed her as his dead girlfriend… Who happened to be dating her best friend.
Capping her lipstick she turned to head into her dorm, resting her hand on the scanner to register it—Even though it already bore her name. Aren announced himself and she swallowed a faint smirk as she eyed her new room. It was full of boxes, and a telltale silver machine that hummed quietly in the corner.
“Who’s there?”, she questioned lazily in response, letting her white cloak slide down her shoulders—The fabric pooling on the floor, forgotten. Intelligent eyes flickered towards the window, finding that the obvious hologram brought her no pleasure. Her body told her that the light wasn’t real.
Narcissa tossed her wristlet on top of one of the boxes, reaching up to run a hand through her white gold hair—A long suffering sigh escaping her. “It took long enough…I could have been here an hour ago.”
An announcement poured through their comms about new uniforms and the sun goddess removed the troublesome device from her wrist, sending it to the same box her wristlet lay on. A uniform fitting could wait until she wasn’t ready to murder someone.
In the subsequent silence of her dorm room it was impossible to forget the golden threads that synced them so completely together. She followed the shining lines back to Aren, strand by strand, savoring the feeling of his heartbeat echoing in her chest. It was wrong… So wrong to give in. She should have been stronger…Should have fought it harder; But it wasn’t a fight she wanted to win. Slow footsteps led her back to the team member that she should honestly be avoiding—lithe arms twining slowly about his neck. Did he know he was the only thing that left her feeling whole?
Surprisingly gentle fingers slid into his hair, guiding his gaze back down from the ceiling. She loved his eyes…Especially when they were looking at her. “…You’re only gone for seconds…”
“And I feel like you’ve been gone a year.”, the normally heartless woman murmured, letting her free hand run against his cheek—Touch a little warmer than most. Narcissa knew she should pull away… But she could already feel her aura blooming to life, coming alive and calling for him. Her heart broke at the thought of sending him away. She was sure he could feel what she felt, but she uttered it regardless. “I’ve missed you.”
Leaning up on her tiptoes she brushed her lips against his, the sensation completely deleting all rational thought. Every fear of being underground, Leion, the fight in the hall, the Sentinels that chased them—Every unpleasant thought was washed away.
She didn’t bother pulling away, her tone velvet and silk against his lips, “Stay.”
‘One last time…’
FYI this post is full of FLUFF - Especially considering the time skip that is coming. Sorry ahead of time.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 1:16 pm
A brow rose as Gracie said she'd be right there with D. "Well, at least I'll have someone fun with me if it should happen." She said as she cracked into another smile. "And lord knows I will need fun." It made Daylia feel much better being in the under ground when she had people she liked along side for the ride. Though she hoped that these close quarters wouldn't make for any fights between friends.
Luke and Lyn met up with the pair of Omegas soon enough. She would be that Luke hadn't expected the exchange in a million years. She looked towards Gracie as she mentioned Kerri, saying that she was the nicest of the bunch. "Hey, I resent that remark." Daylia said as she placed a hand on her hip. "I swear, you threaten someone's junk one time and people label you crazy. Well, it doesn't count if he deserved it." She made pouty face at her fellow Omega, but of course couldn't keep it there for long.
"Good, else we wouldn't be able to have all this cooped up fun together." Though as the conversation moved, it came back to Daylia being bad. "Oh yeah, totally worse than someone who would toast you like a marshmallow if you so much as looked at her wrong." Though as Gracie went on about their leader, Daylia couldn't help but give her a giggle-snort. She could try to paint the lead Omega in whatever light she wanted, she simply assumed the two Alphas would make up their own minds soon enough. Of course that wasn't to say that D didn't like her leader in the least.
Though as Lyn made the comparison about Alpha's being all fun and cheery, Daylia couldn't help but burst her bubble slightly. "Don't forget the air heads." She said with a sly grin. Though of course she didn't mean Lyn personally, not when Alex had come to mind so quickly. The plane ride had certainly been educating for that young girl.
"Also, my job, is going to be something you'll just have to figure out yourself." Daylia said with another shrug. Not that she actually had a 'job'. But being somewhat scary was fun.
Their attention spun from topic to topic. "Hey, he survived against Samuel L. Jackson. If that doesn't say something, I don't know what will." She said throwing up her hands. "And if it does turn into a horror movie, it's ever man for themselves. I'm out." She said allowing her power to kick in. Like ink spreading on paper the colors of her background began to take over her skin, effectively camouflaging her with her surroundings. "I aint no hero." Though as soon as she 'disappeared', she reappeared, allowing the non natural colors to flee from her skin. It was a joke of course, she would never leave Gracie behind.
Luke seemed to be happy that he wasn't the only black guy on the Alphas. She eyed Lyn for a moment. "Isn't it tsunami or something?" She asked, trying to help refresh the redheads memory. "And we'll see about you proving me wrong about the downers." She said as she folded her arms over her chest.
Though as she made a quip about them not belonging on a team, she threw up her hands again. "I guess no one can take a joke anymore." She said as both Lyn and Gracie chastised her. "Sheesh."
They had reached the kitchen soon enough. "Maybe we should have made a detour to the teens dorms. Ya know, just for funzies." Daylia said to her fellow Omega. She gave a half shrug as she watched Luke and Lyn set off to work almost instantly. At least there was no worry that they would go hungry. Soon she joined them, gathering the other ingredients for her simple peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
"Strawberry jelly is just not meant for peanut butter." She said, her face contorted into disgust. "Toast, sure, but not this fine creation." She motioned to the pile of bred sitting on the plate with the butter knife. She finished the three sandwiches quickly, sliding one to Gracie and setting one aside for Lyn.
Esben joined them soon, prompting Daylia to introduce the group to him. She eyed Luke for a moment. "Really? I thought you would have felt like a pimp being surrounded by all women." She shrugged. "But hey, if men are your thing, far be it for me to judge." She teased. She couldn't help it, even if the joke may have been in bad form. The Alpha didn't do much to deter D from wanting to have fun with him, or at least at his expense.
She shook her head at the only other Omega in the room. "I doubt the water would run hot enough to was it all away." She sighed. Though of course it wasn't a serious thought, but it was of course fun to joke about. She then eyed Esben again. It was obvious he hadn't been around long either. "Not because of that. It's the Alpha Omega ratio."
"How about an elephant? Those out of season?" Daylia asked as her whale idea was shot down by more than one person. She almost asked about monkeys, but figured that joke would also be in poor taste.
She shook her head again towards Gracie as she rattled off what they should make. "Anything, so long as it's tasty. I'm not quite as picky." And for the most part, it was true. She eyed the plate Luke placed down in front of them. The look on her face questioned the dish. She looked to Gracie for a moment, questioning her silently. "We shall see."
Before Daylia could take her first bite, another man joined them, seeming out of no where too. She watched him, wondering what exactly he was doing. As he dropped him com into the glass of water she shook her head. "Hey." She said simply before returning her attention from Julian to the food, using a fork to cut off a piece of what Luke had given them.
She placed the morsel in her mouth and chewed. It was different, not bad, but different. "It's okay..." She said with a shrug, realizing now she would make a terrible judge. Though that wouldn't stop her. She accepted the bowl Lyn sat down for them soon after. Again, she gave the new dish an inquisitive look as she used her spoon to stir the contents. What was with all the veggie dishes? Esben was quick to give off his own impression of the dishes, causing Daylia to raise a brow in his direction. With a shrug, she took in a spoonful of the soup. "This is good. But where is the meat?" She inquired. Veggies were fine, but she always preferred her red meats, nearly raw if it was acceptable.
Gabriel Byrne Location: The Dorm Thoughts: Well, time to get my “room” situated
Kat spared no expense at making Gabriel’s momentary lapse of judgment bite him in the a**. She remarked that she didn’t turn into her roommate that often, to which he twitched for a moment. He seemed to forget that she could shapeshift into other people, evidenced by his surprise when she shifted into an Omega in order to screw around a bit. She remarked later that she needed her catnip, and mascara. Sometimes he wondered about women and just how in the world they worked in this world. Seriously they were quite confusing creatures, something that he likely would never come to understand within his timeline.
However, it could never hurt to try.
Waiting for her to finish he answered succinctly to her remarks on the male gender and their supposed “slowness”, “I’ve found that people, in general, are slow and indecisive. I’m guilty of it, just as any other person will be at one point in their lives. Indecision, doubt, they’re flaws that ultimately make us… tragically human.” He took pause, realizing that he managed to say a series of complete sentences, thoughtful ones as well, and wasn’t having a panic attack at the thought of it all.
Making it up to the floor they needed, he left the girls to their devices as he got his own things in order. Opening his case, he began to remove some tool bags when he heard someone refer to him as “spaz” only to see an Omega male (Felix) holding what appeared to be an article of women’s clothing.
He responded quietly, “Yo’ creep.” as he pulled out a case for one of his firearms, a shotgun. Opening the case. He admired the firearm for a moment, before closing it back up. He next pulled out another of his laptops, a Toughbook that kept most of his more encrypted information in. When the Omega (Felix) left, he turned to the girls as he unloaded one of his ballistics cameras, designed to capture a bullet at 1800 frames per second.
“If you’d like I can set one of these up outside your door, link it to a live feed. He’s quite fast on his feet, this might slow things down a bit.” he offered, the sight of yet another (Dom} male prompted him to add a bit more, “Or perhaps I should sit outside your door with a rifle in my lap. That might send the message across a bit better.”
Katerina introduced herself to the man, making it very clear she meant business when it came to protecting her roommate. Animal instincts like hers, it made sense. Though he’d offer to be of service should they need it, he wasn’t going to try and outshine Kat in being territorial. Hell he wasn’t going to be up here that often if he had his druthers.
“Name’s Gabriel, pleasure.” he offered to the gent, right as he pulled his sidearm out of his holster and unloaded the clip. He switched out the clip of armor-piercing rounds, and switched it out for rubber bullets. While on that plane he was not about to go up against a surprise attack from Sentinels without a means to protect himself and the others. And as much as he loved ripping them apart with his abilities, they left him too drained to do anything else.
So he relied on what he was good at. Making bullets to rip right through them.
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Mutation: Geokinesis Alpha Location: New Facility - Alkalai Lake (Hallways to Lab)
Both she and Blake agreed that Leion had been acting strangely, though it was hard for the girl to keep a straight face the longer their southern gentlemen kept running his mouth. She joked that it was hard to pay attention to him when he spoke the way he did, the boy returning the compliment with a smile and adorable chuckle. "Oh, I never overestimate ranch men. You underestimate how sexy a tall cowboy with good manners and a chiseled jawline can be. You call me Darlin' and I'll lose whatever article of clothing you want me to," she joked, her grin playful as they walked with linked arms. He promised to provide her with some entertainment, causing her eyebrow to raise slightly. When she pushed him further, however, he suggested that maybe they should do a training session to get their pent up aggression out.
"Let's get our new friend Alex here situated, and we can see where the afternoon takes us," she responded, turning to the blonde with a small smile as they made it to the elevator.
Dimitri joined them in waiting for the elevator, brown eyes regarding him, and his earbuds, coolly while carrying on her conversation with Alex and Blake. The brunette pressed the tiny blonde for details of the flight over, an attempt to get a preview of some of the latest gossip before it became public knowledge, but the girl insisted that it had been relatively boring. The geokinetic's sarcasm must have gone over the girl's head, as her suggestion that they bring in less boring mutants to teach the boring ones to lighten up a little bit, and her smile, left the brunette with nothing but a blank expression. It was then that the magmakinetic chimed in, claiming his preference for a road trip and assuring her that he would be left standing if boredom started killing them off one by one. She couldn't help herself, eyes rolling towards the surface as she snorted back a laugh.
"Furiously masturbating all day because there aren't anymore townies for you to hook up with doesn't count as lack of boredom. It's a condition. One you should really speak with someone about," she snapped back at him, her playful grin turning wicked for the briefest moment before turning her attentions back to the others Alphas. The topic of conversation turned to certain "assets" that had been alluded to on the plane, both Blake and herself trying to point out to the girl that she wasn't exempt in the "assets" department (despite her staunch assertion otherwise).
Feigning offense when Blake motioned towards them to reaffirm his choice of more delicate words earlier, the brunette couldn't help but laugh slightly. "And he even refers to me as a lady. This, Otengam is the way into a lady's heart. Cute accent and chivalry. And those cheekbones don't hurt either." True, their competition was fierce with the Gauge twins throwing those things around like water balloons, but there were all types of men in the world. As was proved by Blake's stated preference for a handful or less, and Dimitri's comments on her own rack. And then her a**.
"Fine? Runner-up? Man, Otengam, you sure know how to make a girl's heart flutter. Now it's clear how you manage to get so much booty." The sarcasm in her voice was palpable, grin never leaving her countenance. He was too much fun to play with, and he always walked right into it. She'd be betraying her very self if she didn't give him a hard time at every opportunity. Tara was never lacking in the confidence department, and if he thought she needed him to reaffirm that she was hot, he didn't know her at all.
When Alex asked if being underground was as terrible as some of them were anticipating it to be, she and Blake did their best to reassure the girl that it was bearable. At the very least, the country bumpkin offered her an option for if she started to feel stir crazy. He was a much better welcome wagon that she could ever hope to be, that was becoming abundantly clear.
The elevator arrived at their destination, doors parting to let the small group off onto one of the dormitory floors. She explained the arrangement to the blonde, encouraging her to take one of the rooms next to one of the newer guys, all of which seemed pretty cute from their profiles. Once again, the blonde blushed, questioning whether the boys would even want to talk to her. Blake assured her that someone would want to come along and corrupt her, the brunette rounding on the small girl and sighing in slight exasperation.
"Oh good God. Honey, you're blonde, you've got a cute figure, and you're single. Most boys here will want to talk to you. And even if they don't, who gives a ********? If you want to get to know them, there's nothing wrong with sticking that chest out a little bit and striking up a conversation yourself. You know what, we're going to work on this, because the whole doe eyes thing is starting to wear on me. Go pick a room." She stepped out of the girl's path and dismissed her with a wave of her hand, turning to see Dimitri walking down the hallway and claiming a room relatively quickly. Some might have thought her too harsh with the girl, but someone needed to help her find some confidence around here. If that person had to be Tara, she'd take it on with open arms. In times like these, they needed to nut up and be ready for anything.
Dimitri returned, asking them where the gym and danger room were located, which almost made her roll her eyes again.
He was so predictable.
Alex rejoined them, asking about her bags and whether they would know where to send them. The brunette was glad that Blake was still there to reassure the girl that everything would get to the right place, the boy then turning and giving Dimitri some general directions to the danger room. She caught his glance to her - he was going to make her show him around on her own.
"So much for chivalry," she muttered, low enough that only he would be able to hear, before turning and motioning for the magmakinetic to follow her. Beast's announcement came through the comms, asking for volunteers to test out some new uniforms, the brunette tossing her hair over her shoulder as she turned back to her makeshift group. "Well, kids, this has been a blast. But I'm going to head down there to check out the new uniforms. You're free to join me, if you'd like. I might need someone to help me with a zipper or something," she joked, giving the boys a soft wink before turning and walking back towards the elevator.
-------- Time Skip --------
Brown eyes wandered to the other recruits who had volunteered for Beast's little experiment, the group standing quietly in the Lab while the furry blue scientist explained the logic and technology behind their new uniforms. It was a neat idea, her eyebrows raising to indicate how impressed she was when the uniform slid over his body, replacing his clothing with nothing more than a simple hand gesture.
That would certainly come in handy, given how little warning they seemed to have lately when things went to s**t. He asked for who would like to go first, the geokinetic glancing around before stepping forward, "Oh, why the hell not."
Breaking away from the group, the brunette walked confidently up to their resident furball, flashing him a small smile. "Excellent, excellent. Now, just put this here, and remember the motion I showed you." Brown eyes moved from the blue man down to her hand as he made his way over to the other volunteers who were stepping up after her to get them settled. Exhaling sharply, Tara pressed the radial side of her thumb to her opposite shoulder, as he had demonstrated, the feeling of the materials sliding over her flesh and replacing her "civilian" clothes rather interesting. When the process was complete, the brunette looked down at herself, quirking an eyebrow slightly.
"You know, Doc, there are easier ways to see a girl in her birthday suit," she muttered, large gashes in the uniform exposing significant parts of her legs, midriff and arms. She had a feeling he would have flushed if his skin tone were capable of really showing such a thing, the man calling for her to return to her normal clothing and try again.
"I mean, don't get me wrong - It's edgy and all. I'm just not sure it really blocks that much of my mutant signature, or really prevents much damage," she joked, giving a small twirl. A catcall from one of the volunteers earned a jesting smile in his direction, her right hand flipping him the bird as she pressed her left fist's thumb against her shoulder to return to her regular clothing. If at first you don't succeed...
Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 8:08 pm
Name: Raine "Glitter" Burke Team: Alphas Power: Creation and Manipulation of Electricity Location: Hallways --> Dorm
Raine fell into step behind Aurelie, Gabe and Kat, the small group making their way into their new home with one goal in mind - finding suitable accomodations to make their time underground worthwhile. Their resident shapeshifter made a pit stop along the way, causing trouble as she was wont to do, only to return to the group and suggest to the firefly that the guy they'd passed had a cute friend with him. The girl smiled at her fellow brunette's wink, sheeks flushing a soft shade of pink at the insinuation.
"He was cute, I'll give you that," she responded, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she pulled her oversized sweater tighter around her body. She commented on men's slowness and indecisiveness, and even know Raine knew that she wasn't the target of the girl's advice, she found it strangely pertinent to everything that had been going on, or not going on, between her and Felix. Few people really knew about that, and she tried to keep it that way. From the outside, it looked like she was just one of his poor victims - those that knew her well enough might be able to see the real reasons behind her frustration.
Gabriel had a response to the girl's comment, claiming that those were trains of human nature at large, not necessarily the male species alone. "I'm pretty sure that's the most consecutive words I've ever heard you speak," she said with a slight tone of surprise, a playful smile on her face indicating that she wasn't saying it to be mean to, or make fun of, him. If anything it was a vast improvement - maybe his short time with the girls had already started having an effect on him in some small way.
The group stopped momentarily to figure out where they needed to go to find the dorms, the elevator stolen and forcing them to take the stairs down. The shapeshifter assured her that four floors was nothing when they were going down, the firefly nodding in agreement, "I wager it also helps that we aren't shuffling multiple bags each." Aurelie flashed her a grin as well, agreeing with the shapeshifter, but going a step further to offer her services if any of them got tired. Talk about generosity.
Before long, they were amidst the chaos of people picking rooms, Aurelie and Kat were quick to pick a room, Raine standing back as the telekinetic went to work unpacking her things in a whirlwind. A literal telekinetic whirlwind. It was hard not to stare at the girl as she worked - the brunette chuckling when the blonde turned to her and reassured her that she would be over to help her unpack before too long.
"Oh, it's ok. I prefer to do it the old-fashioned way," she responded with a gracious smile, turning to see Felix stroll into the room and a renegade bra snapped up by Dominik. She was sure that the shock on her face came through despite her best intentions, the firefly knowing enough about what had gone on with Aurelie and Dom through the Academy rumor mill. He walked straight up to the girl's room, the brunette lingering for a moment to see if her presence was needed, but given the look that came over the shapeshifter's face at the sight of the boy, she knew that their blonde was in good hands. Plus, she'd only be a few doors away if, for some strange reason, her services were needed. The real nail in the coffin was the tense feeling in her stomach when Felix pretended to be Aurelie's boyfriend - she knew they weren't really together, but she couldn't help but feel the coals of jealousy smoldering in the pits of her stomach.
As she so often did, the brunette swallowed the angry butterflies, backing away before she either caught too much of the speedster's attention or gave away the fact that she wanted his attention.
She chose a room not too far away from her friends, taking a few trips to the luggage pile to pull out her things and get them to the right place. Now, it was time to start the unpacking process. Fishing her iPod out of her bag and setting it up to fill the room with classical music, the brunette exhaled slowly, taking a moment to let the symphony wash over her. It was calming - she needed calm.
Moving her cello into the corner, the brunette stepped backwards to turn around, only to inhale sharply when she felt a tap on her rear and a soft voice thanking the universe that he wasn't gay. Next thing she knew, she was falling, hands grasping desparately around for something to steady herself. It wasn't until he had stopped her with a firm grip on her shoulders that she even realized it was Felix, hazel eyes widening as she tried desparately to think of something to say to him. The boy spoke first, asking if anyone had ever told her she was sexy when she unpacked. And then he kissed her.
It took a second or two for her brain to register and comprehend what was going on, eyes fluttering closed as her lips parted to return the kiss. As randomly as it had happened, it was over, her cheeks flooding red as he released her to fall the rest of the way to the ground. He offered his help if she needed it before exiting the room, leaving the brunette sitting in the middle of her floor.
"They're not boxes," she managed to squeak out as he disappeared through the doorframe, fingers rising to gently brush against her still moist lips. He never once looked back.
Finally, the girl collected herself off the floor once more, taking a step towards the door to track him down again, only to decide differently and retreat further into her room. It was a dance she repeated several times, finally flopping into a sitting position on the unmade bed and staring blankly ahead. She wasn't sure how long she'd been there before Beast's voice resounded over the comms, asking for volunteers to head to the lab to test out some new contraption that they had come up with.
"Get ahold of yourself Raine," she muttered to herself, clearing her throat and trying to force reliving the moment in her mind. Grabbing ahold of the bag on her desk rather forcefully, a few books spilled out onto the floor, the brunette stooping to pick them up only to stamp her foot in frustration. "It's like he thinks this is some sort of game or something. And now he's got me talking to myself!"
Turning sharply, she tossed her books over onto the bed, charging from the room and turning in the direction she'd seen him head when he left. His room was nearby, the firefly almost turning around once more before spinning in a full circle and walking straight up to the door. Knuckles rapped against the door a few times before she cleared her throat, "Hey, I need to talk to you. Can I come in? Please?" It was more of a statement than a question, her hand finding the small of her waist as she stood expectantly.
xxIt was honestly a trying time as the hot-headed blonde exercised every bit of willpower she had to refrain from rolling her eyes at the teleporter again. She was going to get dizzy if she didn’t stop. He acted like a complete moron. At least she hoped he was acting. And he was so ******** ridiculous. Why did she even let him talk to her? Maybe she needed to reevaluate what she was doing with her life… He had to know she was being sarcastic as she ‘agreed’ that he was wherever he needed to be when he needed to be there. She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt on that one. The more he played dumb, the more she started to think he wasn’t acting. Though he did seem to like theatrics, so who knew? She didn’t have the energy or care enough to spend her time trying to figure him out.
He continued to play the ignorant fool as Peyton assured the man that her imitation was delusional. And then introduced himself to the girl. A waste of breath, in the gymnast’s opinion. Of course, his eccentric personality took the other girl by surprise, to which she questioned his seriousness. In response, both Peyton and Julian confirmed in the affirmative. It was probably the closest to ‘teamwork’ they would ever get. She tolerated the teleporter, but only barely. And she could only take so much of him before she wanted to strangle him.
And something about him not being upset as she and her copy made fun of him annoyed her even more than when he tried to piss her off. By the time he slipped in another ‘ma’am’ it would almost a relief to hear it. She didn’t give it much of a reaction this time, letting it slide right by without a word. That didn’t mean she was going to forget about it. Instead she picked on something else. “Do you even have any fire? You’re too agreeable.” She spat out, irritation lingering in her tone.
When she questioned which blonde he was referring to, because any ‘fun’ he wanted to have wouldn’t be with her, he pretended he had been talking about himself. At least, she was sure he was lying. She was sure he’d meant her. But she soon changed the subject. As the shapeshifter departed and they exchanged last words, Peyton needed clarification on exactly how stupid Julian was. When he told her he had assumed that it was a shapeshifter, her glare softened. But only slightly. “At least you’re not completely braindead…” She spoke under her breath, more to herself than to him. She wasn’t sure she liked his acting. It was hard to know when he was for real, and when he wasn’t…
“Sometimes I wonder why I even let you stick around.” This time she spoke clearly to him. Thoughtfully trying to figure out if he really did anything but irritate her. And for that matter, why did he stick around? She hadn’t made a habit of being nice to him, to say the least. Maybe he liked a little abuse now and then.
Aspen reunited with her, and was she glad to have someone she actually liked around. Immediately, her redheaded friend seemed apt to dislike the man. He hadn’t even opened his obnoxious mouth before Aspen had taken offense to him. He offered to take their bags, to which the redhead stubbornly declined. And when Julian apologized, the girl wouldn’t accept it either. She mentioned that nobody was simply kind for no reason, which set Julian off on a long winded lesson on the subject. Meanwhile, all Peyton wanted was to get their luggage to their room and settle into their new home. Her patience was wearing thin, and she assured Aspen that she knew she could carry all of their bags and that it didn’t mean Julian couldn’t. And what she hadn’t expected was Julian to be the next person to speak against it.
‘No’? Had he just told her ‘no’? It left her feeling… confused? Now he had some nerve? Not before when she’d wanted him to? It took her a moment to recover from the initial surprise.
At the very least, Aspen had handed her bag over so that Peyton could wheel it behind her. She had absolutely no doubt that Aspen could handle it, but she didn’t make slaves out of her friends. Julian then offered to show them to their room and considering she was ready to be in her new room, the blonde had told him yes. She knew Aspen wasn’t happy about it, but once they were in their room, they could get rid of him.
When he took them by the shoulder and they teleported out of the hangar, Peyton had honestly expected to be in the dormitories. But that definitely hadn’t been where he had taken them. They were in a ******** shower, her blood was already starting to boil, so turning the water on and and teleporting away without Aspen had possibly earned him a death sentence. This time he had taken her to the dormitories, and she immediately turned on him with every intention of asking him what the ******** his problem was. But with a quick ‘apology’ he was suddenly gone again.
Unsure of where he had gone, she turned to her com to chew him out. “Julian!” Those in the halls would be able to hear her shouting into the device. “What the ******** is wrong with you?!? Julian???” He was ignoring her, which only pissed her off more. “You’re lucky you ran away when you did! I BETTER NEVER SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN!!!” The rage boiled over and she gave a sharp kick to her bag, watching it topple over before storming off down the hall. She had to go get Aspen, wherever she was… “Aspen,” though her fury wasn’t aimed at her friend, her voice may have made it seem it was as she contacted her via com device “Where are you?”
Those she passed were met with a glare. However, when she spotted Kerrigan and Roland in her path. If she hadn’t been angry enough, the sight of that ******** giant was enough to spur her on. She wanted to hurt someone. Julian, Roland, she just needed an outlet.
Without word or warning, a quick but deep inhale of air filled her lungs before she forced it all back out. ‘Hurricane force’ was probably a bit of an exaggeration this time, but only a bit. The gust she sent crashing toward the redhead and her less than impressive boyfriend was more than enough to blow a person over, and she didn’t care if Kerrigan got caught in it along with the the guy.
Peyton really had nothing against the girl, but if she was really dating Roland, of all people, maybe there was something wrong with her. A mental handicap, maybe? She was an idiot.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 6:33 pm
"Naturally." Gracie agreed with her friend, when she said she'd at least have fun with her around. Bobbing her head in a nod, she couldn't help but think Daylia had read her mind. "Oh trust me... me too." She hadn't really shared with too many people what had brought her back to the X-men, but she could have guessed that the rumors had flown about the academy with very little encouragement from her. The hex queen came back to hide during her divorce; it was a classy sort of story.
They were soon met by Lyn and Luke - new Alpha blood, who asked to tag along to find the kitchen. They started out on their search after the fhaux-redhead bribed one of the younger boys to take her bags to her room. The male offered advice of where not to go, but it only opened up a can of worms that he surely regretted opening.
Luke's aversion to Justin Beiber was adorable, plain and simple. As Lynette said she had just gotten out of the phase, he quickly apologized, as though he'd offended them. Instead, Gracie had decided that teasing him was the better option. Her hazel eyes sparkled with mirth when she assured him that they wouldn't leave him to the pre-pubescent girls, but he caught on quickly that she might have designs to do just that. He said something about it, and she corrected the assumption - claiming she'd be the one behind the video camera so they could put it up on Youtube. The new alpha took the teasing in stride though, and she laughed for his benefit, so that he'd know that she was only joking. At least, for now.
She winked at him after saying she was only joking, and she snickered when he seemed to have lost his train of thought. Had she done that? The expression on her face was coquettish, coy. "Oh don't worry... I'll protect you." The dark-haired woman said, a glimmer of humor never leaving her countenance.
Lyn made the observation that the Alphas were fun and cheery and Daylia corrected her before she could stop herself, reminding her not to forget the airheads on the alphas... "Or the damaged goods." The hex generator added with a grin. Of course she wouldn't mention names, but a few people's names came to mind. Granted, the Omegas had a few of their own, but far less than the blue and black. "Though I don't want a lemon, thanks."
The guy in their group did seem happy about not being the only black guy on their teams, but neither Lyn or herself could recall the guy's codename name. Gracie had never even spoken to him, but knew he existed. The pyrokinetic excitedly remembered his first name and she snapped in agreement. "That's right... Marcel."
Being newly promoted, Luke was essentially a virgin to the team rivalry, and the hex manipulator took the time to explain the Omega complexities to him, going as far as to inform him of the most approachable woman on the team. An eyebrow quirked upwards, elongating her dainty features for a moment when he said he didn't like crazy. "You do realize... where you are, right?" The X-men bred crazy. It was the only way you survived.
Daylia feigned offense to the claim that Kerri was undoubtedly the most sane of the Omega women, and Gracie nearly snorted as the molecular manipulator tried to defend herself, though even D's pout cracked into a smile seconds after. "I feel like you forgot batshit as your adjective for the type of crazy." She informed her friend, the glib clearly said with no malice behind it. "But being crazy isn't a bad thing... look where being somewhat sane landed our red-headed friend." The woman pointed out, clearly referring to the whole Roland situation. Obviously, she still hadn't gotten over his ignoring her earlier.
The girls debated over middle or low class, and where they belonged - the plant whisperer decided to end his part, stating they all belonged in the upper. Grinning, Emlen took a small bow. "Why, thank you good sir." She said in her most aristocratic voice.
Something was said about beauty sleep, and Emlen joked about resembling Medusa if she didn't get enough rest. She glared at the man in the group, as though he'd freeze from meeting her gaze. A smile slowly came into his features, and remarked that she should try being bald some time. "Oh no." She said, grabbing a handful of glossy tresses. "While it takes time to tame in the mornings, I love my hair."
No conversation between mixed teams would ever be complete without someone mentioning Narcissa. While Daylia and Gracie did tell the truth to the newly promoted Alphas, their intention had never been to strike fear in their hearts.
"I'm sure she makes killer s'mores." The small observation about Narcissa after Daylia's marshmallow remark was completely necessary so that the Alphas would understand that while their leader did have quite the infamous reputation... her team remained fond of her. Frankly, Gracie appreciated the blunt way the human sun operated. You always knew where you stood with her - plus, her threats often sounded humorous to anyone not being berated.
Luke made a reference to Resident Evil, and admittedly the Georgia peach hadn't seen it to understand what he meant, but when he said that he thought the Omega queen was going to kill them all, she simply shook her head with a series of giggles. "She's not quite that extreme." Gracie assured him. "Just don't engage until you've seen her a few times. The best kind of Alpha to her, is a silent one. It shows you have some sense about you not to bother her."
They shifted the topic to movies when Luke made a comment about token black guys always being the first to die in horror flicks. Daylia came up with a few examples of black men who'd survived, but he seemed unconvinced. However, the phaser said if the academy turned into a horror flick, she was ditching them all. "Except me." Gracie informed Luke and Lyn... because it didn't really need to be said between the two Omegas.
"But I'll just point at any attackers... give them a bad run of luck and they'll leave us well enough alone." She bent her index fingers up and down a few times, careful to not actually point at anything, lest she do damage to their new home.
Lyn added in a virgin bit from the stereotypes of movies, and Gracie shook her head... "I'm dead too then." She said, not sounding at all disappointed that she'd be one of the people not to survive. However, that flushed color was too good to not make a comment on. "Lynette wins. She'll dig us all nice big graves."
Daylia jested about them not belonging on a team, and Gracie shook her head, patting her friend on the shoulder to indicate she was alright. "I only mean of course.... they are Alphas... while they are new, they might start becoming... soft and get their feelings hurt." She said, grinning back at the two in question. The southern belle offered them a wink, so that they could infer that she was only joking. Mostly. Some of the Alphas were overly sensitive.
Lyn threatened to give the ill-mannered Omegas bad servings and Gracie chuckled. "But then I'll just steal the whole thing..." She threatened back, humor lilting her voice.
As they continued their search for the kitchen, each one of the group mentioned what sounded good to them, and Gracie settled on red velvet cake. Luke agreed, and she grinned. "Doesn't it, though?" Now she'd just need to convince someone to make it for her.
Time skip to the kitchen….
When they got to the kitchen, D's devious side surfaced once again, mentioning the teen dorms. "Maybe... but I sadly don't have my camera for those sorts of shenanigans." Perhaps Daylia and she fed off each other's energies a little too well... A very small part, a sliver really, of her conscience bade her to take it easy on the new guy... But the majority of it won over - he left himself open for it; it'd be a crime not to tease him.
Luke and Lyn set to work on their masterpieces, while D argued about the uses of strawberry jelly and how it didn't belong on peanut butter. "Oh but grape sometimes tastes a little too sugary and less like fruit." Gracie offered, grabbing the sandwich as soon as it was done.
A boy who resembled more of a monkey than a man waltzed into their powwow then, and Luke welcomed him, happy not to be the only man. D said he should have felt like a pimp, and Gracie's lips buzzed with an "mmmhmmm" to support her thought. "I mean, after all... now you might have to share." She teased.
D did point out that the Omegas were vastly out-numbered then, and the dark-haired woman asked how many showers they'd need to go through before Cissa wouldn't smell the Alphas on them. She snickered at D's response, lips pulling back into one of her award-winning smiles. "Yep.. we'll have to burn these clothes. "
Esben seemed confused, thinking only of women to men and asked about how the pair was outnumbered. Gracie didn't bother to answer, too focused on the fact that the monkey was eating an apple instead of a banana. She nudged the molecular manipulator with her elbow and tilted her chin subtly toward the guy. "I thought monkeys..." She trailed off, figuring that Daylia could fill in the blanks. He wasn't fulfilling primate dietary needs.
King Kong seemed interested in her and D's exchange more than watching his teammates cook, and took their conversation literally, sniffing the air in confusion when they spoke about showers. Reminding herself it was rude not to speak to him, she sighed before answering. "Our leader... it's sort of an inside joke." She said, doing her best not to make any curious George or Abu jokes in his presence. Honestly, she wasn't sure how long she could keep herself from them.
Her Omega friend stated she was hungry enough to eat a whale, but a few of the people in the kitchen shot that idea down. At the thought of an elephant, Gracie crinkled her nose, her features more like a pixie's than she realized when she called on that expression. "I thought they were good for ivory... I think they'd be a little tough to eat..."
Luke's appetizer was done first, and D eyed it suspiciously, glancing to her as if to ask if the hex generator thought it safe. "Fried green tomatoes?" She asked rhetorically when he insisted they try. She didn't even hesitate to cut a slice; southern comfort food was a favorite of hers. "Why Luke you know a Georgia girl's palette well." The srirache sauce added a unique flavor, but she still nearly drooled. It'd been a long time since she'd let herself eat fried foods.
Lyn wasn't far behind him, and set down a few bowls of vegetable soup. Gracie savored the flavors of the seasoning through the broth, and murmured a "mmm" for the girl's benefit.
Esben rattled on with his own opinions of the food, but Gracie focused more on watching the two move about, still nibbling at the tomatoes. "At this point, I might just enslave you both to cook for me full time. My scores are pretty close in ranking." She stated, reverting back to the first class accent she'd put on when they were still searching for the kitchen.
Giving them two posh claps, she made the sound to indicate she was waiting.. even if admittedly she would probably be too full for dessert later on.
Another guy appeared then (Julian), almost out of thin air and told them not to mind his presence there. Gracie exchanged a look with her fellow Omega, and then shrugged when he dropped his comm device into the cup of water. It bubbled from sounds emitting from the speaker part, but Gracie merely grinned as she took another bite, not bothering to try and distinguish what was being said through the muffled sounds. Silently, she gave him props; that was a very effective way to drown out screeching. "Make someone angry, did you?" She asked, curiosity riddling her features.
The announcement rattled through their comms then, telling them about their new uniforms. She sighed, and wriggled on the bar stool she had been perched upon. The food smelled too good to leave, but it was new clothes... and Gracie was a woman. "You guys at a stopping point to leave your dishes long enough to be fitted?" She asked, having no clue as to what they were actually doing. "I don't think it'll take long."
Of course, he understood that she couldn't play favorites when it came to her treatment of the Omegas, particularly when there was intra-team conflict. Insisting that it was a bridge they would cross when they came to it, he brought her hand up to his lips for a light kiss, not intimidated in the slightest by her comment that wanting to be with her put a target on his back. A smile flickered at the corners of her lips, her free hand moving up to brush a few loose pieces of hair from her forehead. It was probably the best it was going to get for now. All she could hope was that something would get through to him - whether it was his feelings for her or something within himself, the redhead prayed he did his best to stay out of trouble. Things were hard enough without the Omegas tearing into each other within five minutes of arriving at the new base.
The pair arrived at the Infirmary, Roland heading off to get checked out by Elixir. She joked about how often he had been in the med bay since he arrived at the new base, chuckling softly when he tried to reassure her that this was nothing for as many prior injuries as he had in the past. She didn't miss the look that her beau gave the healer, choosing instead to leave it for the time being. Kerrigan often subscribed to the policy that people would share with her when they wanted her to know things - that was probably one of the reasons that she managed to stay relatively drama-free. Admittedly, that record was become less and less stellar the longer she found herself around the Academy.
When he was all patched up, Kerrigan and Roland headed back into the hallways, the redhead requesting that he show her where the dormitories were so that she could claim her room. Of course, she wanted to know where his room was, the boy responding that he was on the lowest floor where it was a little quieter.
"That sounds kind of nice. Though I doubt there will be many quiet places around here with the last of us arriving to the base." He lead her down to the dormitory floors, pointing towards a stack of luggage but relatively less activity than some of the other floors. It was cute that he offered to help with her luggage, citing the fact that he didn't have anything to do now that the rest of the students had arrived at the base. It was sweet of him to offer - it was part of being in a relationship, right?
A grin overtook her features as she turned to him, leaning into him slightly. "Use you, huh?" Before the redhead could lean in for the kiss, however, the sound of an approaching figure caught her attention, just in time for Peyton to release a blast of near hurricane-force winds towards them. She had only a split second to respond, attempting to shove Roland back into the wall for support before she felt her feet leave the ground, body blown backwards into the opposite wall rather hard. Kerrigan landed in a heap, wincing slightly as she jumped back to her feet, "Peyton!"
Placing herself between the girl and whatever her destination was, the redhead facial expression was nothing short of livid as she glanced over to Roland to make sure that he was alright. True, it wasn't like the situation was life or death, but it was still far from pleasant.
"What the ******** is your problem," she started, rubbing her shoulder where she'd made contact with the wall. All this Omega violence was going to have to stop - if someone didn't get killed, Cissa was going to fry them all alive for making her look like she didn't have control of her team. That was something she didn't want to see. "I don't care where you're coming from or what you're stalking away from, but you cannot use your powers on people of your own team like that. This whole intra-team violence thing has to stop. You've earned yourself a week of extra DR sessions, supervised by me. Get that temper of yours under control."
Already, the redhead was preparing herself for another assault, though at least this time she would be ready for it. Brushing past the girl as she passed, not trying to stop her again, the redhead called out after the retreating blonde, "8 pm, Peyton. You don't want to stand me up, I promise." Making her way over to Roland again, the redhead tried to make sense of her wind-blasted hair, which had been knocked out of the bun she had it pulled back in.
"Jesus, I thought this place was supposed to make us safer," she muttered, reaching him and sliding a hand up his harm to his shoulder. "You good? Man, Cissa is going to be so pissed when she hears we have another loose cannon on the team..."
Beast's announcement rang through the comms, asking for volunteers to come to the Lab for a fitting of their new uniforms. It was an intriguing notion, to say the least, but she still needed to figure out where her new dorm was going to be. While it was tempting to pick one that was closer to Roland she knew in her heart that if she wasn't near Cissa as well, she might as well sign her own death certificate. It would behoove her to at least look to see where her blonde bestie had settled down before she made any decisions on room placement. Besides, chances here she had about as much choice in the matter as she did eating her vegetables as a child. It was all an illusion of choice.
"Let's go check out the other dorm floors. I have a feeling we'll see my name already scrawled on a door near our fearless leader." Her hand closed with his once more, green eyes searching him one more time to make sure that Peyton's little outburst hadn't caused more damage to him. Either he was a magnet for trouble, or she was - neither was a very comforting notion.
"That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me. This one's a fighter."
Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 8:23 pm
The Omegas:His room |929|
"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."
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The comment that he’d made about tornados not being a natural occurrence indoors and Aurelie responded by pointing out that a woman’s closet looked like a tornado struck it when looking for an outfit. “Sounds like you should find a better way of looking then. We are incognito blondie, you should act like it.” The man delivered dryly.
Seeing Dominik brought out his mischievous side. Taking the bra from the slovene and berating the man, his response lacked any apologetic tone to it whatsoever. “You should be.” Aurelie almost seemed in a trance as she breathed out a response. Clearly Felix had caught her all kinds of off guard. A skill he had perfected to an artform. “Relax it’s handled now honey buns.” The speedster responded offhandedly. The situation was too amusing and the only one who didn’t look confused was Katerina. She was giving him the usual look of hatred.
Mentioning her lingerie box seemed to spark some life back into the telekinetic and she rallied. “Really? I would think naughtiness was the best reason for seeing it. You should get your priorities straight blondie.” She asked if they were at the stage where they could use pet names in front of people and Felix smirked. Relishing in the challenge. “Of course bright eyes.” She fought back admirably, but Aurelie opened up the wrong joke book.
“That’s your nickname for it dear. Just like I call your woohoo the honey pot. Embarrass me darling? Why should it embarrass me that you gave it a nickname? Besides everything looks small going into the grandest of canyons.” She really shouldn’t have went there. Felix vocabulary of words for the female fun parts was so large he could probably make a book.
Aurelie seemed to be afraid that Dominik would cut him, a sentiment that the slovene shared. Going so far as to mention cutting “little winky off”. “While I’m flattered you were thinking about little winky enough to mention him by name, I’d like to see you try Adolf.” Of course, Felix knew the man wasn’t german, but he had to put effort forth to show how much the speedster didn’t care about the man to bother learning anything about him. It was exhausting work.
Katerina had some choice words for him as he left and the speedster looked over his shoulder with a grin. “You paint such a pretty picture really, but good luck with that sweetheart.” He had no doubt that Katerina would have no problems carrying out her threats, but the speedster liked to live dangerously. If it got him killed one of these day, at least he died doing what he loved right? It was the same attitude he carried into any conversation or interaction with Cissa.
If there wasn’t any fun to be had, what really was the point? It wasn’t his fault if everyone took him more seriously than they should have. It certainly wasn’t in him to change to please anyone.
Gabriel responded to his comment by calling him a creep and Felix chuckled. “It’s always so cute when the Alpha speds think they’re people too. It was a nice try, but leave the comebacks to the professionals kid. That was just pitiful.” While he might have missed the rest of the conversation having ducked into Raine’s room by then, surely there would have been more said if Felix had remained. Causing trouble and grief was what he did best. It’s not like the man actually cared if everyone hated him.
Raine gave a very satisfactory response to his antics. Her hands flailing around to try and grab something to stop herself from falling. The firefly’s eyes widening to comedic proportions at the sight of the speedster and clearly attempting to articulate a response. Of course Felix cut her off with words and a kiss before she could. The kiss itself was very hot to be sure. She returned the kiss, and what could have been a very nice moment, was of course ruined somewhat by the man.
After a few moments spent kissing, Felix simply dropped the woman. Honestly, he was surprised she hadn’t shocked him. Raine’s face was so red, Felix thought she might have an aneurism. Leaving her with a few parting words, the speedster left and headed to his newly claimed room. After that, Felix remained on his bed and wondered how long it would take Raine to find her way to his door.
Apparently the answer to that question was longer than expected. Felix could almost see the woman comically reaching for her door to leave only to stop herself midway. Clearly she repeated this several times in his mindseye. How long it took exactly was unimportant to the speedster, he could be patient when the need for it was called. Beast called for volunteers at some point. Felix was tempted to go, but just as he was about to give up hope, a knock on his door resounded throughout the room.
Raine’s voice sounded after and the man smirked. Walking to the door, he opened it and quickly pulled the woman inside by Raine’s wrist before pushing her against the door. “It sure took you long enough.” Pressing a kiss to the woman’s lips, this was a long time in coming. Picking her up as they kissed with her still pressed against the door he smirked into her lips. “Still need to talk?” He asked dryly as they headed for the bed.
Looked like they would be busy for awhile at least. Probably best for everyone really.
(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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"Truth be told I miss you. 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."
Kerrigan took his explanation, his moment of vulnerability really, better than he’d expected. Frankly he was still having trouble figuring out the whole “I can be open with you with my feelings” part of being in a relationship. Most situations he’s been in usually involved a sense of hierarchy. An order of placement between people. Dom, his initial meetings with Xavier, his status as an Omega. It was always a master and subordinate type of deal. It was slightly different with Sonya, however the two of them barely were able to let that develop. Kerrigan though, it felt different. It felt, as if they were on an equal plane.
Kat spared no expense at making Gabriel’s momentary lapse of judgment bite him in the a**. She remarked that she didn’t turn into her roommate that often, to which he twitched for a moment. He seemed to forget that she could shapeshift into other people, evidenced by his surprise when she shifted into an Omega in order to screw around a bit. She remarked later that she needed her catnip, and mascara. Sometimes he wondered about women and just how in the world they worked in this world. Seriously they were quite confusing creatures, something that he likely would never come to understand within his timeline. 
