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 Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 2:38 pm
 Michael Callaway Troy chuckled as he dug into it. "Thank ya, lass. We al'ays save a few of the gators we catch fer food, though we don't clean dem ourselves," he said with a grin. "I know Bruce does, though personally I find it easier to sell them. I heard he had a rough year last year," Michael said as he took a bite of the jambalaya. "'e did, Mike; the canals he fishes are dangerous for gettin' lost, an' it is easy ta get turn'd 'round in dere. I've tried fishin' that area, an' I respect him for bein' able to get a livin' outta dem," Troy said with a laugh. "Hell, we had those three 'treeshaker' gators in one day last time... the smallest one was twelve foot three inches while the others were over thirteen," Michael said with a snort. Jacob snorted. "I remember, it was one of dem that knocked you outta the boat and damn near got ya," he said with a grin. Michael rolled his eyes before he shrugged.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 2:54 pm
 Rebecca just sat back and listened to the two of them with a smile on her face. She was glad to be able to see Michael in the presence of his friends. People often acted different when they were around close friends. She was also surprised that she felt so comfortable around them already. She raised an eyebrow slightly when Jacob mentioned the gater knocked Michael out of the boat and almost got him.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 3:01 pm
Michael Callaway Michael tilted his head before he heard the screaming roar again, accompanied this time by a metallic crash that was extremely loud. He heard Troy's wife curse as Clint stumbled into the room, staring out at the covered porch. "Some guy just flipped RJ's airboat like it was a damn toy straight into the dock where it meets the yard," Clint said in shock. Michael exhaled, the sound a low growl as his gaze shifted from Clint to Rebecca. A flicker of silver light behind his sunglasses was the only warning that his eyes had shifted from a deep emerald green to brilliant silver.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 3:15 pm
"Well damn it," Rebecca muttered as she set her bowl down. "And here I thought I was going to get to have a normal day." She had seen the silver light flicker beneath Michael's glasses and she shrugged a little. Her hair had changed a little. It had white highlights in it now. "So much for keeping secrets." She muttered as she walked purposely to the front door. Before she had even reached it, it swung open and she stepped out onto the porch. Rebecca could only hope now that these guys could keep a secret, and hopefully this wouldn't scare them bad enough to where they wouldn't want to hang out with Michael anymore. "You," she said as her voice echoed. She stared at the man who had flipped the boat. "What do you think you are doing?" Her head and tilted from side to side as she spoke.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 3:27 pm
Michael Callaway Michael sighed, doing the same as Rebecca, ignoring Troy's look of surprise and Clint's look of confusion.
"Wouldn't you like to know, weather witch?" the man hissed, his pitch black eyes flickering crimson for an instant. It was clear he was able to sense the bonded objects, at least. His hand snapped up as a fireball shot from his fingertips at Rebecca, only to be splintered by a staff as it swung around.
"You have nerve showing up here on a day that was supposed to be our day off," Michael said, ignoring Troy's sputter of surprise at the appearance of the staff as Michael planted the end of it on the wooden edging of the gravel walkway from the driveway. His dark brown hair had gained streaks of black and caramel brown as he cocked his head.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 3:32 pm
"Weather witch..like I haven't heard that one before." Rebecca sighed as she looked over her shoulder at Troy and the others. "I suggest you stay inside. This isn't going to be pretty, and I would rather none of you get hurt in the process." Her eyes had gone completely white. She winked at them as she turned and glided off the porch without moving her feet. "Now if you know what's good for you," Rebecca said as she appeared by Michael's side, "I suggest you turn around and go back to wherever you came from. Otherwise this will not be a pleasant day for you." Her head tilted to one side as the wind picked up around her.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 3:50 pm
Michael Callaway Michael shifted his gaze to Troy, whose eyes were wide at Rebecca's 'trick', before the man nodded slightly and carefully slid back into the house; he saw Jacob gripping the edge of the screen door before he suddenly darted at the man, who twisted in time to launch a chain with a harpoon blade on the end at the young gator hunter from under his jacket sleeve. Jacob skidded to a stop, staring in shock as Michael shifted at the last moment, the blade slamming into Michael's forearm and sticking out of the other side.
The man's eyes narrowed before Michael's arm shifted, gripping the chain before three narrow blades sheared through the chain in a burst of sparks. The man's eyes widened slightly as Michael jerked the blade out of his forearm with a grimace.
Michael cast aside the blade as his eyes narrowed before he brought his foot down on it. It shattered like brittle glass with a sound as if a grenade had gone off an instant before a fireball slammed into his face, sending his sunglasses flying off onto the porch where they shattered. "Now you've pissed me off... and trust me, that's one stupid move," he growled. His silver-on-black eyes were narrowed as he jerked his head towards Jacob, who looked very shocked. "Get inside!!" Michael barked. Jacob stumbled backwards and went inside as Michael retracted the claws of his left hand.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 4:17 pm
"What part of stay inside did he not understand," Rebecca growled softly as she advanced a step. "Men rarely listen Rebecca," Storm said in the back of her mind excitedly. Rebecca rolled her eyes and shrugged a little. A gust of wind blew up around them, rushing at the man who had flipped the boat. She didnt' know if it was strong enough to move him, but she wanted to get him as far from the house as possible.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 6:32 am
Michael Callaway Michael saw the man leap back to avoid Rebecca's wind blast, only to get slammed into the trees; from the sound of it, he landed in a clearing on the other side near the water.
The man rolled to his feet as he skidded backwards.
Michael tilted his head, glancing at Rebecca. "I haven't had to do this in years... but to take this guy out..." he said quietly as silvery tendrils of metal wrapped around his entire body before flaring with light to reveal a very lethal looking armor, though his hands remained normal and his head was uncovered.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 6:40 am
Rebecca stared at Michael for a moment as he changed before nodding. "We had better hurry. Don't want this guy harming these innocent people." She rose up in the air, the wind gusting around her. This day had started out so good, and now they had to reveal what they could do in order to save these people that Michael had brought her to meet. She could only hope that they weren't too frightened of them after this.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 7:00 am
Michael Callaway Michael nodded before he pushed off fluidly, leaping easily a dozen feet off the ground in a high arcing jump. He twisted as he landed amongst the trees, moving rapidly before he somersaulted, landing with a crunch a few yards from the man.
The man snorted as he shifted his weight. "Seems you are a freak, boy," the man said hoarsely with a growl; it was obvious Blackheart's influence was strong, if not dominant.
Michael cocked his head as the man spoke. "Says the guy that thinks he can intimidate people by destroying their livelihood," he said in a low growling tone; he was able to still draw upon Logan and Remy's abilities, but his own were dominant at the moment.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 7:05 am
Rebecca alighted near Michael, her arms crossed as she stared at the man."You know, I really hate that word. Freak. Very mean, very nasty." She gave a shake of her head. Most of her hair had gone completely white. Storm was coming out in her more, but Rebecca still had control. At least for now she did. "You know it wasn't really necessary to flip that man's boat."
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 7:22 am
Michael Callaway Michael shifted his shoulders as the tips of the gauntlets shifted to become half inch razor sharp claws.
The man snickered. "How else am I going to gain what I want? Now... give me the staff, cape, and gloves," he said hoarsely.
Michael's eyes narrowed as he shifted his weight as his dark gray hair gained noticeable black streaks as Logan came closer to the forefront. "Ya ain't gettin' nothin' but a beating at the end of my claws," Logan spat. It was obvious Logan heavily disliked this guy, or more precisely, the one possessing the poor sap.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 3:57 pm
Kaosujin Ryu man it has been a day..today is the first time since I left this morning that I have actually been able to sit and form a coherant reply..still at work though Storm was finally able to come forward. She glanced over at Michael. "A great pleasure to see you again Logan." She winked. Her head shook and this time Rebecca spoke. "You are going to have to fight us for what you want, and in all probability you will lose."
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 6:06 am
Michael Callaway Michael tilted his head as Logan smirked through him. "Good ta see ya again too, 'Ro," he said with a snorted chuckle before he shifted his weight as Michael spoke. "What, you aren't going to quote Wes Bently and say 'I have no soul to burn'?" he said with a slightly cocky deadpan tone, referring to the Ghost Rider movie.
The man laughed as he shifted his weight, a dark purple aura engulfing him. "Unlike you, I do not act through a host," he hissed. He snapped his arm out as a jet of flame coalesced into a glowing blade of pure energy.
Michael yawned. "Is that supposed to intimidate us? Only thing it's doing is giving me a headache... but then, I can always return the favor," he said with a deadpan tone before he vanished, pushing off at high speed before Blackheart's host shifted the blade, a shower of sparks flying as he deflected Michael's kick though when Michael twisted, the hard roundhouse kick sent him flying hard into a tree which promptly fell atop the man-demon.
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