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 Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 2:24 am
ONE MONTH LATER [OOC: Keep in mind that you are welcome to back post and finish any interactions you were working on--There are definitely some I'm looking forward to... But we need to carry on. Just separate your old post from your new post with a "timeskip" note--Just like we usually do. Ask if you have questions.]
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 2:37 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 4:36 am
 "A condition huh?..I assume you found that out the hard way and came to terms with it when your fingers began to callus?" The Alpha countered, returning a grin of his own. And already, shots were being fired; friendly fire to be specific and ones Dimitri didn't mind returning at all. "Hopefully you didn't have to wait long for the Vet. Usually places like those prefer you call ahead of time."
The Flairer admitted to throwing the word around in the first place, relieving some of the pressure off of Tanner. And it turned out that he wasn't as innocent as the Flairer. Instead he was just trying to set the atmosphere he had set up for him, and raised a point about gentlemen-ism. "Too bad a lot of them fight over last place, But I feel you on that." he replied.
Tara then added a few more points on how to be the kind of guy women were more prone to flock to. "Well he does has me beat in the accent department." The Cali boy admitted. Accents did indeed raise a point or so in the women Dimitri would lay eyes on. "And I am so a gentleman...There's so many doors I've yet to open for you" Dimitri corrected. He was just kind of the nice, a*****e type of Gentlemen.. "....But clearly he was talking to Alex." he noted with a lighthearted smirk when she mentioned winning a key to a woman's heart.
"Attraction draws you in, the personality keeps you there." Dimitri added As much fun as breasts and a** were, personalities were the foundation of women. When that starts to crumble, so does the entire structure, regardless of shape. That's what Dimitri liked about Tara besides..various areas of her body; her personality, and the way they could take dish at each other knowing it was all fun and games. Hopefully Tanner would realize that based on their tones and facial images.
"Agreed, but I don't stare I glance. Make sure everything's all there." He assured Alex when it came to badonkadonks. Maybe a long glance at times, but it was all for a good cause. That's how he came to the assumption(sort of) of Tara's breasts and a**, something she didn't quite agree on. "I aim to please.. "But when you're not wearing your hippy dresses I kind of like we can set up for a re-evaluation." he flirtatiously offered with the 50/50 praise/insult on her style of clothing, as if the Alpha himself could talk about style.
Once outside of the elevator, Alex showed a decrease in confidence after Tara recommended getting a room next to one of the new guys on the team; followed by Kiernan keeping it honest with her, harsh or not. So Dimitri tried to do what he could to alleviate her problem. "Try the Lounge. It's right by the food and people here like food."
He gave her his thanks on finding a good room, leaving the guess on who his neighbors were going to be in the air. The Alpha expressed his dislike for the new system for the rooms, to which Tanner explained that in the end it was an easier process. "Yeah that makes sense. Guess I'm catching homesick fever a bit quicker than I thought. At least we have the scenery." he said, referring to the windows on their new base. It was similar to back home where they were off the radar for a while even though they were on it technically. The windows would replicate the appearance of the outside and portray it to the students.
Now situated, it was time to check out the rest of the goodies, starting with the playground, aka the Gym and Danger Room. Out of the three, Dimitri was out of luck for two of them. Alex was in the same boat as Otengam; the location was unknown to her as well. "You won't know unless you try. If not, at least we'll be lost together." As for Tannger, the Omega simply gave him the directions for it, saving time to which Dimitri gave a "Thanks." to. Not exactly what he requested, but at least he knew the way. "See, we already know the way. That's half the battle." he assured her. " The other's simply going to it." he told Flairer Besides, Dimitri had guessed Blake's intentions and decided to let him do his thing.
That was until the person who he wanted to show him stepped up to the plate and requested to follow her. That went well didn't it. Plus if Alex joined them the chaperone would look just a bit more legimate. "Thank yoou." he sang as he followed the Geokinetic. "You should get paid for doing this. Remind me to leave you a tip?"
Before they got into the flow of walking, or even making it close to another level however, they were greeted by Mr McCoy via comlink; speaking about the new uniforms and portability? Dimitri heard the announcement and immediately brushed the idea off, even with his fellow teammate taking up the offer to meet the Beast. His present uniform that he never wore was back in NY and unless Beast had made augmentations that suited Dimitri's powers, most likely it was going to be another uniform that would be toast in seconds. And he would rather waste his clothing than theirs.
T/S
"Since it was by the Sim room and the gym, why not right?" he thought as he walked inside of the lab. In the timeframe Professor McCoy gave them before he would began, Dimitri had found the Gym/Sim room thanks to Tara and wandered around the rest of the remaining sections of the level granted to him. It had just so happened that this was the same floor Professor Hank's lab was. It couldn't hurt to check it out right? The magma kinetic considered himself open minded most times so he watched with one hand in his pocket with the rest of the students that had showed up.
The professor started off the meeting as any other with thanking them for their time. From there he spoke about the uniforms and the intro had already caused Dimitri's bronze eyes to narrow just the slightest in curiosity; even more so as McCoy went on. "A Pocket Dimension..." Being a avid gamer, Dimitri had heard that term in different games that took place in the future. Ergo he was understanding the gist of what the professor was trying to tell them. Which was rare considering the degree of knowledge they possessed.
The ability to have their uniform at will was awesome to say the least. Dimitri watched with amazement as the Professor gave a simple demonstration of the new clothing. From the hours of constructions, the mistakes of procedures and slight mistakes in formulas and variables that would set them back more than forward, Mr. Richards and Mr. McCoy had delivered a marvelous, sick a** gift for the teams.
But when Beast continued about the information on the new suits, that was what had sparked Dimitri's full interest.
Due to his powers, Dimitri always burn through the clothing that he wore whenever he used his powers. Even the slightest display of power close to his clothing would cause it to ignite into flames. As a result he resorted to cheap clothing whenever he was out on the field or little clothing as possible. But with this new suit, he didn't have to worry about that anymore. According to Beast, each suit was designed specifically for an individual's powers and could handle any intensity the owner placed upon it. In addition, they would keep them off of the radar from Sentinel's. An extraordinary creation, but Dimitri was more focused on the former than the latter of the perks
"Anything I can throw at it?" he wondered. His training regimens increased his skill in his powers, along with a new threshold the temperature of his lava could reach. If what Beast said was correct, then perhaps this new suit would not be buried beneath layers of dust. The Playboy originally thought this endeavor to be a waste of time. Now...
"I'll represent for the fellas."
He offered himself up to be the 2nd test subject moments after Tara had took the first spot. "I mean, after Halloween what could possibly go wrong?" he asked with a playful shrug as he went up. His face revealed small hints of a small laugh from Tara's comments as he took a thumb and lined it up with his opposite shoulder. "Here goes..." And with a soft touch, A dark blue color swarmed around his body from different points of origin; his tanktop, music and sweatpants took on the properties of liquid and quickly entered the evaporation stage. The transformation was complete with the X logo being branded on the uniform.B
It took at most a second to reveal Dimitri's default uniform but with new tricks. "Whoa..." Simply being in it he could tell that the characteristics that the professor explained were implemented. He had felt almost another layer on him as if he wore 2 outfits, and with a few stretches, noticed that the flexibility he had was not hindered like it was in certain clothes he had while on the field. It had saved him the trouble of going to forge on his own to request a custom uniform. So what was the verdict in the end? He gave his thanks to Beast, and told to give his thanks to Reed as well.
"Canada's just receive a full dosage of badass from the X-men everybody." [OOC: Rest of time skip is coming...Was working on post when time skip happened.]T/S II
It has been a month since the X-men had moved underground into their new home, designed with technology to make it appear as if they were back in the normal world and not above a desolate icy desert. Since then they had no chance of going up to the surface, for even the slightest attempt of exposure could cost more than just punishment from the leaders. But luckily he was slowly getting used to his new home day by day. He would have introduced himself to the fresh meat on the team, checked out the rest of the entire place, hang out in the game room, and finish off with training in the gym before heading to bed. Despite being around family however he did not liked being cooped up. How long unitl they were going to see sunlight again and people? His distaste was more sour since the person he was looking for was right in his neighborhood.
Brazil, Pre-Timeskip to Alkali
"Four of them attacked us that day. A necromancer, A hydrokinetic, a chi energy manipulator...and a Tiger." Dimitri answered with bottled up rage in his tone. "And you're going to tell me where the other three are, because unlike the first time, I don't give a s**t about the surroundings. I'll have no problem tearing down this house along with you in it.
Oliver's talents was the latter Dimitri revealed, having the power to transform into a Tiger. The powers were near similar to A lycan: increased speed, stamina, strength, endurance. But what seperated Oliver's talent apart was that he kept his intelligence in his form, a feat not many Animal shifters could harness completely. The second ability was only seen by the vampric kind in being able to turn humans, or mutants into his kind with just a bite.
"Easy there..." Glance calmly suggested, placing a hand of comfort on the Playboy's shoulder.
"I can't blame you for feeling that way...If it wasn't for us, your life would have been much better I assume." told the playboy before throwing him the information that he wanted "Whirlpool aka Brendan Young, the sorcerer Preist aka Seara Husk, Padawan, aka Fox White and myself, Zoan aka Oliver Revilo."
"Where are they now Oliver?" Glance asked, taking temporary control of the conversation.
"If you're looking for vengeance, you're halfway there. Whirlpool took his own life shortly after, unable to bear with the guilt. And Serra was murdered two months ago. All there is left is me and Fox."
"And where is Fox?"
"She went up north back home....to Canada."
In that month, Dimitri had spent the majority of it training. increasing the intensity and the versatility of his exercises, rarely taking any days off. Three days would be practicing Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and Muay Thai with training dummies or opponents the danger room cooked up for him under supervision. Of the two styles, he was advancing more in his striking. Another 3 were days that he would work on his powers from incorporating it into his martial arts, manifesting objects, flight exercises, etc. In doing so he discovered new techniques with his powers, new methods on conserving energy while manifesting the goal he desired. The last day Dimitri would either take a break or perform anything from the past 6 days, switching up the regimen anytime he wished.
He would also incorporate treadmill exercises, training in gymnastics with his leotard, and swimming exercises in the pool before of after his workouts. With his motivation being his soon to be confrontation with Fox and finding more about his sister, Dimitri's intensity was on another echelon he had not reached before. He also strived to become one of the most hard working Alpha's in the Gym/training room behind closed doors and a more lethal(in a good way) mutant overall.
But Dimitri was still human, and until he learned how to somehow heal himself using his powers, he would face the same detriments of sometimes pushing oneself too hard. There were sessions where he had to cut it short from being on the brink of blacking out, sessions where the soreness from before began to build up. Vomiting was also something the Playboy experienced a few times from overdoing it. He trained alone and tried his best to hide these moments of breakdown from everyone, from fear of cutting him off from his sessions.
All that sweat and pain in the last month was about to be paid off. The Alpha stood in T-shirt and t trackpants in the front row of the War Room with his arms crossed, listening to the information Scott gave them before he handed things over to Bella. It was another break, enter and escape session like before, only the collars designed to detonate with just the slightest hint of removal made it more dangerous. Plus the information given to Dimitri designed scenarios in his head he wanted to address. "What are the chances the warden or so have a device that can detonate all of the collars at once? As a last resort?" he wondered.
Portions of the plan were laid out to specific members. Forrest and Flairer had the skies, while Kali and Eidolon were to sneak in first become the welcoming party. The playboy had no problem working close with Siren, along with Siege seeing as how he worked with them on their last mission. The last three wasn't so much that he didn't want to work with them, it was just that with Raine, most times she worked with Leo, Wukong was green, and Aurelie he was convinced the last few pieces of dialogue was asking each other how their days were during their last mission. But just in case... "Tell me this isn't the first time we're watching each other's backs this close.." he pleaded lightheartedly to Allegra and Raine.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 6:52 am
  Name: Narcissa "Cissa" Grace
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Underground Facility - Armory 
The blonde goddess evaluated herself in the floor length mirror, raising silken hair high on her head to analyze her silhouette. Was it just her, or did this UMF gear make her look fat? Frowning at her reflection she sighed and sneered at it before detransforming. She took delicate footsteps as she wove around several boxes of unpacked shoes, thin ankles a little unsteady. Narcissa was trying her best to be quiet enough that she wouldn’t wake the sleeping man-shaped form hidden in her blankets. Considering the fact that once he fell asleep, he slept like a log, it was unlikely… But something in her liked his peaceful expression when he slept.
Guilt didn’t strike her so deeply then.
Her closet was over packed to the max. It was larger than most, but it could still barely hold most of what she’d brought with her. At least she had another armoire on the way; Emma had promised. Living under ground like this… It might as well have been like living in Eastern Europe.
Tragic, absolutely tragic. She was made to be under an open sky…Not buried underground.
Emma had mentioned to wear civilian clothing to start this mission and she finally paused on red and black MiuMiu minidress, tugging it from the dress bag without thought. Emma had warned her to dress casually… Cocktail dresses were casual, weren’t they? Despite the fact that she’d needed a little more privacy as of late, this was just one more reason she missed having Kerrigan as a roommate. As fashion challenged as she was, it was still nice to have someone to bounce ideas off of.
It wasn’t as if she could go back on that decision either. As long as her best friend and one of her more troubled subordinates were entangled, the sun goddess had to keep her distance. Roland might not have been a child that would break at the memory…But it felt cruel. To dangle something that closely mirrored something he’d once loved in front of him while he was clearly trying to move on was cruel.
It was clear that her connection to Aren was making her indulgent.
The sunlit blonde set the lace touched dress down on the couch, before turning to select a pair of shoes. Blood red Louboutin pumps would do nicely. Taking a last glance back at Measure, or Tiny, depending on who you spoke to, she slipped into the bathroom to take a shower. She still hadn’t figured out exactly what they were doing together… But judging by the fact that he’d spent nearly every night in her quarters since they’d arrived—‘One last time’ really stood for ‘One more time.’
Not long before they were supposed to meet Emma and the rest of the Omega’s she sat on the edge of her bed and brushed gentle fingertips over Aren’s arm, trying to rouse him. “You’ve got to get up, love.”
“If you’re late I’ll have to punish you… And not in a way you’d enjoy.”, the sun goddess teased, though entirely serious as she leaned down to brush her lips against his forehead. For this exact reason she waited to put on lipstick until she was walking out the door, or else he ended up wearing it.
There was something so alluring about being around him that she was tempted to ask Emma to send one of the other teams. But they’d had a little over a month in peace…She needed to get outside, or else she was going to go stir crazy. The UV Unit was enough to sustain her… But it just wasn’t the same. Her lips unconsciously fell into a smile when she saw Aren stirring, and everything about the day seemed just that much better. His eyes were a flawless shade of brown that always made her melt. He was either the very worst, or the very best distraction. The young woman let herself fall gently against his bare chest, ear pressed against him as she curled close, savoring the sound of his beating heart. “You make this very hard.”
Narcissa straightened up after a few moments and pressed a warm kiss against her lovers lips, forced to dig deep to remember her duties. He was so warm and perfect, when this base was constantly freezing cold. “I’ve got to go—Emma will throw a fit if I’m not there soon. Get up, get a shower, and don’t forget that we’re in civilian gear today.”
She literally had to pry herself away from Aren, every fiber of her being insisting that she was doing something very wrong. Anything that pulled her away from him felt inherently evil and the end result made her want to scream. Narcissa didn’t turn back as she slipped out of her bedroom door, attaching her comm to her wrist. The sight of him all disheveled as he rolled out of bed would have been her undoing. She was a strong woman… But no one could resist that. No one was that strong.
Or perhaps she was just that weak.
~Rise and shine Omega’s—It’s mission day. Get to the Armory on time, and in civilian clothing. Don’t ******** it up.~, she sent lazily over her comm channel, twirling a long length of platinum blonde hair around her finger as she waltzed into the correct area. She knew she was later than Emma wanted her to be, but still far earlier than everyone else.
“You’re late Miss Lucania.”, Frost chimed in with a knowing smirk, standing stock still with her hands on her hips. “Perhaps I should get you a new alarm clock as well.”
“Perhaps you should.”, the Red Queen responded without missing a beat, tones colder than the arctic in an ice storm.There was something unsettling about Emma standing near a rack of neatly ordered rifles and ammunition not far away. Eyeing the weaponry that surrounded them, Narcissa decided that Emma simply had a knack for tempting fate. “Why did the Alpha’s get the War Room?”
“Because the Headmaster wanted to impress the need of non-lethal force. I won’t waste my breath.”, Emma deadpanned, as if Narcissa had asked the stupidest question in the world. Considering Omega history and the current roster, it only made sense that she wouldn’t worry about such trivial things. Her Omega team knew better that to aggravate a situation in such a manner, especially after she’d begun doling out punishment like it was candy.
“…Fair enough...”, Narcissa responded, deigning not to ask any more questions unless necessary before her team arrived. The mission seemed easy enough, but if she’d learned anything at all in her time with the X-Men, nothing was ever easy.
Once her team arrived, Emma turned on the two flat screen monitors towards the far blank wall of the large room and began to explain. “Today your mission is simple. Cerebro has led us to two young mutants in the New York City area that have been running from Sentinels and the MRD. They’ve been lucky so far, but we’d like to extract them and get them out of the area.”
A picture of a boy in his mid-teen years popped up on the screen, the photo a little grainy. It looked like it had come from a security feed. A girl popped up around the same age on the second screen, clearly taken from the same medium. They both looked frightened and a little too thin.
Narcissa had seen a family resemblance the first time she’d seen the photographs, and stood near the White Queen soundlessly. She couldn’t imagine these two on their own, running from huge pieces of tech that seemed capable of finding you anywhere you ran. Even before Emma had shared the details, she’d sensed a sad story coming.
“They are twins—Brother and sister. Charles and Veronica Wynters.”, Emma finished off in a clipped tone, agitation seeping from every syllable. “From what we can glean they were recently orphaned when their family home was destroyed in a raid. Their parents resisted in handing their children to the MRD and a Sentinel ensured that they paid the price when they fought back. We’ve contacted their legal guardian who has consented to our intervention. The twins refuse to come to their Aunts home for fear that the rest of their family will suffer the same fate as their patents…”
“All of you would do well to remember that once a Sentinel’s primary directive of subdue and capture are unattainable—They move to their secondary protocol of destroy.”
“It’s likely been smart of them to stay away, though no doubt difficult... It seems that the pair have been hiding out of sight, choosing public, often indoor places to make it harder for both the MRD and the Sentinels to find them. We have been tracking them as best we can this morning, and have confirmed that they are currently hiding near central park in Columbus Circle shopping center. When you approach them, you’ll have to be gentle… It should be easy for you to understand that they’d be easily frightened.”, the woman finished up, ice cold gaze lingering on each Omega present. It was a silent warning that they do her bidding the way she wanted or suffer the consequences.
Narcissa sighed while Emma tried to level each of her subordinates with a glare. Didn’t she know that was mostly useless? They were so used to her dirty looks at this point that Emma’s were nothing special. “Due to the nature of this mission we will start in civilian clothing. We can switch to uniforms if we run into any trouble with the Mutant Response Division or Sentinels…If they see individuals in uniform approaching, they’ll be gone before we get near them.”
“Since we’ll be going to a shopping center we’ll need to stay in small groups. The lowest number in a group is two—The highest is four. You can pair off with individuals of your own choosing…However, no one is to be alone at any time. Absorb any stragglers into these groups, or I’ll reassign everyone. We will stay in touch via our communicators.”, the sun goddess informed plainly, feeling a little bit resigned. She’d already figured out the caveat that Emma hadn’t mentioned…This was the X-Men equivalent to sensitivity training. With all of the inner-squabbling that had been running through the Omega’s as of late, it was a logical assumption.
It annoyed her. The Omega’s were a far more cohesive team than the Alpha’s could ever hope to be. Her teeth ground together…They were being punished because SOME Omega’s couldn’t keep their bloody damn hands off of each other.
“We’ll leave as soon as Gateway is ready. You have a few minutes to figure out your groups, so do it quickly.”
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 10:43 am
L e i o nxxA. E v a n s ΩMEGα, LѺDεSTAℜ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇xxx Location: Armory
Thoughts: Know those feels  Leion had awoken early, though honestly it had been the first time in months that he'd even gotten a sound few hours of sleep; he had awoken half expecting to see others preparing for an attack. He was starting to become accustomed to this place and the people here, though he still mainly avoided the others unless necessary, like today. He got in a decent breakfast and a light workout and was just emerging from the shower when Narcissa's voice came out of his comm. His chest started tightening with nervousness as he dressed in clothing left behind by the Leion of this world, it was slightly too small for him but the undercover uniform was at least fitted to him.
Leion arrived as Narcissa and Mrs. Frost seemed to be ending a conversation. He took a spot near a wall without looking at Narcissa, his pose showed his nervousness and insecurity as his eyes took to an iridescent green. As soon as the last of the Omegas stepped through the door Mrs. Frost started on the briefing: two young mutants who were stuck in the situation he himself had been stuck in only a month ago. He felt a pang of grief inside him as the images were displayed, it reminded him of how many of his friends had looked. Their job was to rescue them and apparently it was preferred that they avoid attacking the Sentinels.
He was determined to help these two escape that. Until it was announced that they were going to have to stay in groups, Great because there's no way I won't look suspicious sticking around these people he thought immediately. He glanced around the room uneasy, after his incident on the first day it was unlikely anyone would offer to be part of a group with him, but he didn't want to be stuck with her because no-one would pick the newbie. . . He put his hand over his mouth and discreetly bit the skin between his thumb and forefinger, a nervous habit to distract himself as he tried to think.L o s t i n s i d e y o u r m i n d p a n i c a n d p a i nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2014 10:19 am
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xCharlotte commented on Charlie’s positive attitude and he gave a small shrug in response. “No use letting life bum you out. There’s always a silver lining.” He stated. Some people let every little inconvenience ruin an otherwise perfectly good day. Charlie was more apt to roll with the punches and make the best of whatever situation he was in. That wasn’t to say he thought everything was beautiful and perfect and never got down, but he tried not to let the little things get to him. He had little control over anything but his attitude. Why would he want one little problem to ruin his day? He would save his sour spirits for bigger things.
His friend was disappointed that they wouldn’t be getting on the good side of any legal ladies while making their deliveries. It wasn’t something he should be upset over as, like he had told the werewolf, there would be plenty more bags to deliver. And if those all belonged to tweens too, then Charlie would make it his personal mission to find Christian a girl to get chummy with. While he was good at looking on the bright side, his friend maybe needed a little help sometimes. And Charlie was more than happy to give him some.
They parted ways with the others to set out on their own adventure with an added addition to their team. They happily incorporated Charlotte into their chore - the more the merrier. Plus, with an extra set of hands they would be able to finish sooner and move on to other things. Exploring their new home? Checking out the gym? Unpacking? There was plenty to do, and plenty that Charlie wanted to do. But they couldn’t quit halfway through their assigned task.
He smiled when Charlotte assured them that she would protect them. Though their entire conversation was basically a joke about tweens, it did somehow make him feel safer. He really liked her confidence. “It’s good to know someone’s got our backs.”
Soon after, Katerina had borrowed Christian’s attention. And Charlie and Charlotte both had their comments on the matter. Charlotte confirmed that the woman was indeed legal.She’d seemed to take quite an interest in Christian, even started a game with him, and they would likely be seeing each other around. Christian made a strange metaphor about Katerina being his reward. A slightly questioning look met his friend but he seemed to catch his comment at the end.
The subject of teams came up, Katerina was an Alpha. Too bad… Charlotte, on the other hand, was an Omega - their teammate. Christian informed her that they were both Omegas as well and gave an introduction, leaving it to Charlie to introduce himself. “Charlie.” he stated simply “Codename: Lucky.”
“Skadi’s an interesting pick. Where’d that come from?” He had no idea what it meant. But if she’d chosen it, it must’ve meant something.
As they made their way to the elevators, Charlotte commented on whether or not Christian was a Belieber, and warned him about letting the tweens find out that he wasn’t. Charlie grinned at the idea. The grin remained when the werewolf mentioned that he hoped Charlie would put him out of his misery if he were a Belieber. “I’d figure something out. Anything for you, bud.” he assured, patting his friend on the shoulder.
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xIn the last month, the two had settled into their new home. Rooming together, of course, Charlie had had to lay down some ground rules. Basically for Christian to keep his fur from clogging the bathroom drains, and not to clip his claws in the room. They got along well enough that nothing was that big of a deal, but he could make such a mess with his nail clippings, and his fur got everywhere… It was just nice not to have those sort of messes.
Charlie had been up bright and early in preparation of their mission. He had breakfast, but hadn’t gone for his usual workout - he needed to save his muscles today - just a little cardio and some stretching to wake himself up. He was fresh out of the shower, half dressed and brushing his teeth when Narcissa’s voice called for the team’s presence in the armory.
Leaving the bathroom, he saw that his roommate was still fast asleep. “Christian,” he’d hoped it would be that simple to rouse him. But he didn’t even budge. “Get up, it’s time to go.” He spoke a little louder this time, tossing a shoe at his friend that he’d seen while searching for his shirt. Hopefully that would do it. Upsetting their team leader by showing up late didn’t seem like a very good idea. She had the power to make them miserable, after all. Christian would have to get ready quickly...
Once in the armory, the blonde telepath explained their mission. Search and rescue? When the grainy pictures of the twins were shown on screen, Charlie’s eyes studied them carefully. Two teenagers on the run from sentinels and the MRD. It was terrible. But hopefully they could help, find them and get them to safety. It could be interesting. Especially if the kids’ pursuers showed up. She mentioned that they were thought to be in a shopping center too, so crowded. That would definitely pose a challenge.
The rest was mostly ‘don’t scare them.’ They were to blend in and approach as friendly faces. Charlie gave his roommate a sideways glance, a small smile tugging at his lips. He would have to keep the fangs under wraps for this mission. But they were both pretty good at being friendly. Hopefully the kids weren’t too skittish, but if they were on the run from people trying to capture - or kill - them, he doubted they would trust anyone so easily.
Narcissa announced that they would need to form small groups. Obviously, Charlie and Christian would pair up. They tended to stick together. He didn’t even ask, just assumed. “It’s not as exciting as I was expecting.” He commented lowly to the werewolf with a small shrug. He didn’t want to hope the bad guys would show up though. Perhaps a bit of an adrenaline junkie, this seemed relatively mundane. “Well I guess if it’ll help those two, we can take it easy for once.” While his slight disappointment was notable, his tone carried a positive note as well.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 8:41 pm
Roland Chevalier
Location: Hallway/Armory
Thoughts: Chaining up the demons/Mission Prep  Kerrigan fortunately did not inquire into his past injuries, what he’d gone through before he’d even arrived at the mansion in the first place. Beast had performed the initial examination himself, amazed how the body of someone so young had experienced so much physical trauma. Beast had been considering presenting the medical information to a journal, a testament to humankind’s endurance. Emma put the kibosh on that, though the good doctor does use his medical files as a reference for some of the more severe injuries. When he told him about the ways he’d been treating himself, he utilized the knowledge into developing more efficient methods of treatment. She remarked on his choice of living situation, pointing out that things may not be so quiet now that they were all there, to which he replied with a smile “I’ll make sure it stays quiet down here.” Admittedly he had an advantage, he was big, had a known mutation for physical confrontation, and he apparently had a reputation as someone not necessarily to mess with. The grin on her face and her somewhat joking tone, made him appreciate the situation that much more. However, just when he was going to have a good moment with the woman he cared about, someone just had to come along and ******** it all up. A strong wind came about, Kerrigan attempted to push him back into a wall, but it wasn’t enough, as he was sent backwards a bit. He curled himself up, and let the burst of air take him. He was used to strong winds like this, he grew up with Katrina and Ike. This was close to that. Turns out the culprit behind this was none other than Peyton. God knows what the hell crawled up her a**, but the incident caused him to get angry. His eyes burned in a rage, and for a moment he got a flash of red in his vision. Before he was able to even consider doing anything, Kerrigan stepped up and read her the riot act. To which he was relieved. Had he had the opportunity, it would have been… violent to say the least. He was already a tad livid over Leion tackling him to the goddamn ground. So he was about a pin p***k to put him over the edge. Kerri lamented about how they were supposed to be safer, and she checked on him to see if he was alright, “I’m alright, lived through Katrina. Hurricane winds are rough.” he offered a wink, his eyes dying down a bit, “Besides, maybe Cissa will do something about yet another outburst this time.” To which he decided to ignore Beast’s request for test subjects for his latest little project. He was not in the mood for dealing with anybody else right now. He followed the redhead off to the other floors, away from Peyton and away from his desire to vent his anger. One Month LaterWaking up that morning was a pleasant experience. Kerrigan was curled up in bed beside him, her fiery red hair splayed out across the white sheets. Slowly rising out of bed, his eyes kindled with a bit of warmth, his face softened into a gentle warm smile. He gave her a gentle kiss across her forehead and got out of the bed. He went over to his personal coffee maker, a Keurig, and poured out a cup. He put the cup near the bed, gently wafting the aroma towards her sleeping face. Then he made his way back to his room. He made a habit of leaving before anyone else was awake. The fact that they were together wasn't much of a secret, but he didn't want to make things awkward by doing a walk of shame, or as how he put it once, a "stride of pride". Returning to his solitude, he gently turned on the shower, letting the warmth and steam overtake him. After he got out, his comm went off, an announcement from Narcissa about a new mission, civilian clothes only. He threw on a pair of jeans, a shirt, and a jacket. He threw on a pair of sneakers, comfy ones to say the least. He then made his way to the meeting place. The Armory was the choice meeting center, to which he arrived seeing Emma, Narcissa, and Leion there already. He kept to himself sitting off to the side, he’d rather not cause any problems then there already were. They were then given mission, a set of twins that needed an exfil out of New York City. Legal guardian was aware of the intervention and approved it. They were assigned to be stuck in small groups between 2-4. He didn’t bother requesting to be with anybody. Frankly he’d rather not be with anybody, but he knew that the situation wasn’t going to happen. And he didn't want to jump right in with Kerrigan and anybody she chose to work with, didn't want to stir any more controversy. He’ll wait until someone requested he be with them, or till Narcissa assigned him. He wasn’t about to make any more problems, so he preferred to just say nothing at this point. OOC: Holy s**t snacks its been a while! Sorry for the delay, let me know if I missed anything!
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2014 4:37 am
  Luke eyed Gracie curiously as she mentioned that there were damaged goods on the Alpha’s. What exactly did that mean? He knew that some of the people on the teams were not sporting a full deck, but he’d honestly heard that the Omega’s were the head cases. With a resigned expression, he asked the hex manipulator what she was talking about. He wasn’t sure that he wanted the answer. “What do you mean by… Damaged goods?”
A little voice in the back of his mind demanded to know exactly what kind of funny farm he’d signed up with, but he ignored it. He already knew that life with the X-Men was one heck of a roller coaster. It was quite the learning experience. Lyn’s exclamation that Alpha’s were sweethearts and full of joy made his eyebrows crawl up his forehead. What exactly had they fed this big breasted woman on the X-Jet? Sugar? Packs, and packs of sugar?
Or was she like this naturally? He’d heard that there were two of them… He could only imagine what it would be like to have both Gauge sisters in a room at the same time.
Scratching that thought from his mind, because it was dangerously close to sounding like a cheesy porno, he cleared his throat and focused on something else. Daylia was next on his radar, and for all of her angry faces, her personality was easier to stomach than Lyn’s. It wasn’t that he found Lyn unappealing… She was just hard on his senses. Daylia’s threat of returning to the pre-teen dorms made his teeth clench, causing something in the left side of his jaw to twitch.
Daylia was a bad, bad, travel agent.
Gracie glared at him when he mentioned shaving her head bald, and for a moment he almost tripped over his own feet. How could she be so nice and so mean at the same time? “I won’t come near you with scissors…Scouts honor. It’s nice hair. Really shiny. Just stop glaring at me.”
Was it an Omega trait to be bipolar? Or did he just bring that out in these women? He couldn’t be sure, and it made him a little nervous. Daylia mentioned that no one could take a joke, and he merely grinned back at her, trying to ignore the sore spot she’d unintentionally jabbed. He could be on a team… He could be as good an Alpha as any of the current members.
Probably better, from the way Daylia and Gracie made them sound like total retards.
Also, Lyn. He pictured her on 5th Ave… Not in a fire fight.(Funny, cause she was a pyro.)
“To the death.”, he agreed with Lynette as he flipped a dish towel over his shoulder. Once they started cooking, for some reason, Lyn’s seemingly jumpy attention span made him worry that she would accidentally set something on fire. He kept an eye on her out of sheer habit, though it wasn’t like the view was all that bad. He’d endured far worse, than hanging out with a few pretty ladies…
Though he couldn’t say his palms didn’t get a little sweaty out of nervousness. He hoped he did a good job hiding it. He tuned most of the female-chatter out while he worked, only jumping in to the conversation when something caught his attention. Just like any other poor sap in the facility, the name ‘Narcissa’ made him instantly curious. Everyone talked about her like she was the spawn of the devil. The Anti-Christ. “So…”, he trailed off, glancing toward Daylia with a faint smile. “What you mean to say is that if I keep my mouth shut in front of her, I won’t die an early painful death?”
“It’s good advice. I’ll do my best… But you shouldn’t make fun of the people cooking your food…”, he went on, tone friendly, clearly showing that he was trying to joke back with her to make up for earlier, “It’s a good way to wind up spending the next two days on the toilet with food poisoning.”
He laughed when they talked about eating endangered species. “Whale and elephant…Women. The crazy things you eat… I’ll never understand you.”
Esben entered the scene and he relaxed a little bit, grateful to have another male to even the odds. The newcomer also seemed to enjoy the dish that Luke put down, and the plant manipulator gave a friendly grin. "Thanks man."
Gracie seemed to enjoy it too—But Daylia was a carnivore. No surprise, from the big bad wolf teeth she looked like she might eat him with. She needed her pound of flesh, and he would deliver. His gaze turned to the hex manipulator when she mentioned stealing him to be her personal chef. “I cook as often as I can, and I’ve learned from growing difference spices which taste good and which don’t.”
“It’s pretty much trial and error.”
Luke paused when a man appeared out of nowhere, blinking once or twice. Okaaaay. Feeling a little more pressure with an added guest he added another plate to the table, assuming that he might be hungry as well. He was a strange one, destroying his communicator. He couldn’t imagine Miss Frost would be happy about that. “Take a load off.”
For Daylia’s meat eating palate he put his steak and cheese, herb stuffed chicken into the pan to sear it when an announcement came across their comm’s about a uniform fitting. Well, at least all their comm’s that weren’t waterlogged in Davey Jones Locker. It was interesting that they were getting uniforms so soon, but he couldn’t leave the chicken or it might burn. Who knew how long a fitting could take?
“My main course will be up in a few minutes.”, Luke announced, just to let Lyn know he would begin plating soon. The plant manipulator grabbed some bread and began to toast sandwich sized slices for the chicken to go on. He added a simple garnish before setting it plate by plate neatly on the table in front of them. “An herb chicken sandwich stuffed with cheese and steak—Bread is lightly grilled. Daylia…Your chicken is cooked, but the steak is medium rare. Everyone else is medium well.”
From there he just waited to see who would win.
Taka taka taka taka time skip to the War Room….
Luke stood in the back of the War Room while he watched Headmaster Face Cannon explained the situation. He found himself slowly becoming horrified at the thought of these mutant retention centers. Had these humans no regard for history? Didn’t they know what happened when one set of people locked up another set and treated them poorly for differences in their genes? He’d learned about it in the fifth grade… Had they all forgotten?
As his frustration mounted he could feel the plant-life from his quarters start nagging at him in the back of his mind. “Would you all just shut it?”, he whispered without thinking about it, placing a hand on his temple to try and rub the voices away. The plants could be such chatty-Kathy’s that he occasionally wished for a weedwacker. Briefly he looked around, hoping that no one had heard him talk to himself.
Especially not Headmaster Face Cannon.
The Alpha Leader took the stage next, and her plans seemed to be well thought out. Honestly, she looked a little too girly to be able to strategize about anything other than nail-polish and nice shoes. He'd heard through the grapevine she was pretty awesome, but she seemed like she couldn't hurt a fly. He was also the new guy. Who was he to question it? He was a little surprised that she called his name before some of the others and he stood at attention. Her tone certainly made it sound like she was in charge. “Yes ma’am.”, he accepted his orders with a straightened spine, and a sense of purpose.
Luke would show Isabella that she’d made a good choice.
He waited until she was done speaking before turning to head for the Armory to gather the supplies the Siren had suggested. An Alpha, Dimitri, asked a good question about the collars—But he wanted to get his gear before they ran out of time. The bigwigs would figure that out. Avoiding the Omega meeting that looked like it was about to start, he briefly looked around for Daylia and Gracie. He hoped their mission went well, but he was a little intimidated by the two blonde women that seemed to be running the show. For some reason, he was struck by the notion that they were meaner than hell. He signed out a M39-EMR semi-auto marksman rifle with anti-sentinel rounds and rubber bullets. Once he returned to the War Room he began to look for his partner on this mission. He’d seen her around a few times, he thought. “How to find her…”
There were so many people in the room that it made him feel cramped. It was difficult. He headed back to the main table to view the blueprint for the near Nazi facility, not wanting to waste time. After he was done, by process of elimination, he thought he might have found the right blonde girl. “Alexandra?”
“Flairer—I mean?”, he corrected himself with a sheepish look, doing his best to remember that they were to use code names on assignments. Any little bit to keep their identities secret helped. “I’m not sure if we’ve met…So many new faces. I’m Luke.”, he offered her his hand to shake, giving her a reassuring smile.
“Forrest on the field… We should look the maps over before we go to try and find a few good vantage points. Come tell me what you think…”, Luke explained, tilting his head back towards the blueprints that he’d paused in looking at.
“Is there anything you need from the Armory? If so, be quiet… There’s some heavy Omega stuff going down in there.”
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 ooc: I hope that this is o.k. - i got a little confused in the before time skip posts. thank you ladies and men
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2014 7:15 pm
Aʆєxaηdra Ӎaʀiʆèηє AgηèȿCodename:Flairer ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ ((Hope this is alright. Might add more to pre-time skip response if requested.)) Alex flustered a bit at the comments given to her after she admitted to her hesitation about rooming where Tara suggested. While she wasn’t entirely sure what Tara meant by her doey eyed look, she did appreciate all three showing such kindness in their own ways. She just never had really tried to find someone before. So, she really couldn’t be sure if she ever came across someone’s radar so to speak. Maybe she had just been oblivious? Who knows.
“Uh, I will? And…thanks?” She first said to Tara before looking at Blake. “Well, I am hoping that corruption you are speaking about is not a bad thing…” Usually, corruption was associated with bad or evil. She figured he didn’t mean it that way. What way though, she couldn’t figure out in that moment. Then, she looked over at Dimitri. “Yes, I am sure a lot of people will gravitate where there is food, even uh…cute boys.” Alex flustered at her own words.
She decided that she could at least try to see what would happen if she roomed where Tara suggested. Taking a chance in this case wouldn’t hurt right? Though, once she picked her room, Alex realized she wasn’t sure how her bags would be able to get to her room. Luckily, Blake reassured her that her bags would be brought to her room. “That is good. I am glad.”
“That is true. I might try to explore some of the base in a bit.” She said in response to Dimitri’s reply. She listened to Blake’s answer to Dimitri about how to get to the gym and danger room. She smiled at Dimitri at his comment. “Yes, you are right. Though, getting lost has a habit of becoming your situation even with directions.” She remarked with faint jesting. “Let us hope that does not happen to you.” It didn’t look like it would with Tara agreeing to guide Dimitri to those locations. That was good at that.
It was then that Alex heard Beast’s announcement through her comm. With Blake’s reassurance that the bags would be brought to her room, she felt it wouldn’t be so bad to join in on the uniform antics. Might as well put in a productive use of her time right? “I will be coming along with you two. Would be nice to more familiar with the base after all.” She stopped herself from asking if it was okay since that was obvious. Otherwise, Tara wouldn’t have said it that way she did…hopefully. Besides, might as well get the uniform over with too.
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When she arrived with the other volunteers at the uniform fitting, Beast soon went into how the new uniforms worked. The whole process sounded really interesting. The demonstration made her curiosity even more peaked on trying these uniforms out herself! Though, she decided to wait just a little bit to see how the first batch of volunteers did with the uniforms. Tara ended up being the first to volunteer followed by Dimitri.
She flushed a bit at how Tara’s uniform didn’t go exactly right. At least Tara seemed able to brush it off and even enjoy the mess up. Dimitri, on the other hand, appeared to have a better experience. She chuckled at Dimitri’s remark. “I will go now.” She told Beast before stepping forward and she positioned her thumb and hovered it over her opposite shoulder (After she got ready of course). She took a deep breath. “Here goes nothing.” She whispered to herself and then repeated the motion Beast showed them.
Alex watched in wonder as the uniform slipped easily over her body. She honestly felt like she was in those science-fiction movies she sometimes had seen on TV! Who knew that such a gadget was possible? Alex marveled at her uniform and turned from side to side to look at herself. “Wow! This really is amazing!” She couldn’t help but say with a grin on her face. “You two came up with something quite…cool!” Alex commented to Beast.
After her comment, she looked towards Tara and Dimitri. “So, looks like…score 2 for uniforms and score 1 for…no uniforms?” She didn’t really know how to phrase how she and Dimitri had a successful first attempt while Tara did not. That was the closest she could get to making a joke. “Let us see which side gets a point next.”
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It had been a month since she and the others had moved into the Alkalai Lake Facility. In the meantime, Alex did her best to get adjusted to living underground. With the hologram windows, she sometimes was able to trick herself into thinking she wasn’t living so many feet below the surface. But, the trick only worked so long before she remembered that wasn’t the case. But, over the course of the month, it became easier for her to live in a place very unfamiliar to her. Time was really her friend in that regard.
But, even if she didn’t wish to be finding herself leaving the base due to a mission, Alex did appreciate the idea of getting out into the world again. She definitely didn’t want to spend the rest of her life living like a mole. Thus, Alex listened quietly and patiently to Scott. The mission reminded her a bit of the last one she had been on before they all moved to the Alkalai Lake Facility. She guessed, because of that, that this might not be the last time they would have to rescue fellow mutants from captivity.
After Scott spoke what he wished to speak, Bella took the stage. Alex listened once more in a quiet and patient manner. Though, when she heard her own name, she found herself fidgeting with the hair a bit. “Yes ma’am.” She spoke softly. She didn’t want to interrupt Bella’s speech when she wasn’t done. Yet, she wanted Bella to know she had heard her loud and clear. The fact she had was a problem.
She suddenly felt like she had a lot on her shoulders. If she wasn’t able sort through all the sights and sounds correctly, she could throw the fellow teammate off. If she threw the teammate off just a little, then that could result in them not being effective enough and failing the team. She realized she could go on and on about how a lot could be riding on her shoulders right now. However, Alex knew her nerves would not help her at all. She needed to get herself calmed down.
Once Bella finished, Alex looked from side to side. She debated if there was anything she would even need from the armory. She didn’t really know how to wield any of the weapons. She preferred to only use self-defense when necessary. The idea of learning how to wield a weapon didn’t sit well with her. She wondered if maybe she shouldn’t have just gotten over that. Because of her own worries though, she completely missed Dimitri’s question. A question she wouldn’t mind answered herself.
As she fidgeted with her hair still, Alex moved herself out of the way so as to not get herself in the way of others. In doing so, she had put herself in the sight of Luke without realizing she had. For that reason, Alex almost jumped at hearing her name. Luckily though, she kept her cool and simply turned her head towards the person calling her by her full first name. Something that wasn’t too common after she gave her preference for Alex over Alexandra.
“Yes, that would be me.” She did her best to smile in a friendly manner at the male. “Alex for future reference though.” She told him kindly, not wanting to come off as offended by him not knowing. She furrowed her eyebrows as he mentioned not being sure if they had met. “I do not think so…” Alex said more to herself than to Luke. At hearing his name though, she gripped the offered hand and shook it. “Nice to meet you.”
She let go of his hand while he suggested what they should be doing. She nodded at that and moved closer to the blueprints to get a better look. The blueprints weren’t hard to understand at all. But, Alex wouldn’t call herself a strategist. She felt someone else might be able to pick possible vantage points better than her. However, it did make sense for her and Luke to pick them over others who weren’t going to be involved in their part of the mission. She just hoped she picked right.
His question distracted her from her worries, causing her to raise an eyebrow. “Heavy Omega stuff?” She asked out loud. “Are they fighting each other again?” She still remembered how the rumor mill eventually gave her an idea of the fight that occurred on the first day they arrived here. The fight between Leion and Roland. Two people she wasn’t too familiar with. Probably because both of them were Omegas. “But um, I do not need anything. Thanks for asking.”
With that settled, Alex turned her gaze back towards the blueprints. She furrowed her eyebrows and raised her hand slightly. “Hmmmm.” Tentatively, she slowly pointed to a couple of spots, wanting to make sure he could follow where she was pointing. “I think those spots could be good. Maybe we can even use the trees for both cover and higher ground if need be?” She suggested to Luke. Though, he was very much welcome to suggest something better. “That is my two cents.” ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ "We will drink our fill of Alpha
Then, of golden sunshine that spills into Alkalai Lake Facility – War Room
Till our brains intertwine with Alphas, but mainly Luke/Forrest "
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2014 11:28 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2014 1:31 pm
☣ ☣ ☣ ... My daily chicken soup for the soul ...
This. Means. War. ☣ ☣ ☣ ... Where I'm consuming it ...
Middle of No Where, aka Canada ☣ ☣ ☣   Under normal circumstances, Aspen would have rationalized the teleporter's act as childish and petty and gone about her life not fretting over his annoying but harmless prank. However, she had already disliked the man and the fact he had gone out of his way not only to port her somewhere across the base from where she was supposed to be, he had done so inside a shower, even turning the water on. And it had been in the boy's locker room of all ******** places. Needless to say, her attempt to explain to those who had been there in the showers when she arrived, that a teleporter had transferred her there hadn't gone over well at all.
While she realized that her explanation, to the average person, would likely seem a tall tale it still annoyed her that the people there weren't willing to hear her out despite her sincerity. Instead of wasting her time trying to justify her presence there, she ended up asking one of the men for his bottle of shampoo and condition, her expression and tone so severe that he dared not challenge her. She figured that if she was already soaked and in the shower, that she'd might as well make the best of her time and get her shower out of the way in order to move onto other things once she was finished.
Once completing the process of showering, Aspen marched through the lot of them, not bothering to be embarrassed despite the fact she knew it would be socially acceptable and expected to be such. Her choice to shower among them with zero shame whatsoever already spoke to the boundless lengths of her apathy over the matter. She had done nothing wrong so there was no reason for her to fret over this. However, she had now obtained a new goal: getting the porter back at all costs. Just because the situation hadn't embarrassed her didn't mean that hadn't been his intent and she was now hell-bent on returning the gesture. Tunnel vision had set in and the angered kinetic absorptionist had eyes for only Julian. She wasn't about to forget this and certainly wasn't going to let it go.
After the shower fiasco, Aspen had been forced to gather her bearings as to where the ******** she'd been ported on base. Unsurprisingly, she was pretty much on the opposite side of it, as far away from her quarters as possible. She growled inwardly with contempt for the porter. At the very least he hadn't ported her in the middle of butt ******** no where in the wilderness where finding her way back would have been exponentially harder than merely navigating the base on her own.
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Initially, the difference between the nature of the comm pages puzzled Aspen, causing the red head to frown in her state of perplexion. However, once Peyton's own comm's page concluded, she burst into a fit of laughter over how simple yet ridiculous it sounded in comparison to the one she'd received moments before. "Why are my pages so boring and professional?" She asked her super breathed companion from her sprawled out position on the bed, head hanging over the edge, hands on her chest as she stared from her upside down position across the room at Peyton. "Alphas are no ******** fun. I wish they would lighten up and make an interesting announcement with some humor every once in a while. I bet our mission will be just as bland as what we stand for."
Her two cents rendered, the half Russian girl suddenly roused herself from her position on the bed. She performed a backwards somersault that transitioned her to a standing position in order to begin her preparations for the day. Unlike Peyton, she had not been told to wear civilian clothing so her outfit choice for the day was simple, not that it wouldn't have been otherwise - Peyton had always enjoyed playing dress up with Aspen when given the opportunity so it was rare she ever had to choose an outfit for herself. Even then, the kinetic absorptionist had no qualms when it came to that as she would just choose what was quickest and most convenient for her to wear.
While Peyton fretted over her outfit, Aspen began her morning ritual of a five minute meditation followed by some stretches that quickly evolved into aerial kicks and flips in order to loosen herself up for the day. Lastly, she consumed the last of the animal crackers, three apples and entire box of cinnamon toast crunch she had pillaged from the kitchen's stores the previous evening and gulped down a glass of orange juice. She knew the crackers and cereal weren't the healthiest of breakfasts but she'd needed something fast and efficient to attempt to sate her appetite. She had managed to make a small dent but her stomach was soon rumbling again afterwards. Rarely did Aspen eat enough to consider herself full, otherwise the kitchen would be stripped bare.
She had been generous enough, however, to leave one animal cracker for Peyton as well as she'd even spared half an apple for her room mate. The fact she had gone out of her way to do so at all was enough to show the lengths of appreciation Aspen held for her closest, if not only friend on base. "I saved you some," Aspen offered Peyton the single animal cracker and half apple she'd saved specifically for her room mate with an overly friendly and proud grin. She had remembered to share, sharing was viewed as a good thing and as such she was proud of her accomplishment.
Unfortunately, their time together soon drew to a close as they were expected to report for their own individual team missions. Aspen somberly made her way to the meeting point just in time to hear Scott say his entire piece and hand the reins over to Bella. In all honesty, Aspen spent so little of her time with the alphas that she hardly knew them save for familiar faces and if she was lucky she'd remember some names. She expected the case to be the same on the flip side as well, that most wouldn't recall her name right off the bat either.
She tried her best to be attentive and listen to every word they had to say but her boundless energy made that a more than difficult feat. The fact she had managed to stand still throughout the course of the briefing without fiddling had been an accomplishment in itself. Fact of the matter was she simply had too much energy always and was always itching to unload it on something or someone. The someone, however, seemed it wasn't going to happen as they were ordered to use non-lethal methods on this mission, not to mention it was a stealth mission.
Aspen sighed. The last kind of mission she felt like going on at the moment was a stealth mission. She would much rather run into the conflict head on and wipe everything and everyone out. Tactically she knew it was an utterly retarded plan but her mutation was generally her saving grace when it came to poor decision making. Of course, she was more than familiar with stealth assignments, after all, her dark past had reeked of them. Perhaps that was why she didn't particularly care to revisit it or apply the skills that reminded her of times that were best left where they belonged.
It seemed, however, that she would have little choice in the matter as they were infiltrating an entire base of operations where innocents could and would be killed if she ******** up. She acknowledged and understood the gravity of the situation and realized there was no room for error or playful risk taking. She had to adopt her former persona and act accordingly, otherwise the mission would be jeopardized, not to mention the lives of everyone on it.
Her expression became solemn and apathetic as she entered a mindset she tried to avoid. It was the clinical, detached mindset of her former self. While it may have seemed counter productive to do such since her former persona cared for nothing but itself, it also hated to fail the task it had been assigned. She knew without a doubt entering this state of mind would highly increase her chances of succeeding in the mission based on the sole fact her former self had been a perfectionist to her very core. Her life had depended on it in a past she still hadn't fully escaped.
The kinetic absorptionist quietly fell into line, expression as cold as her past was dark. Indifference had overtaken her features. Her eyes had glassed over, becoming ever watchful and alert for the slightest sign of movement and peeled for the slightest of potentially hidden details. Her strides were methodic, each the exact same as the previous, never out of sync, one never longer than the other. The half Russian carried herself with a intensity and grace that was inhuman. She had entered her former self with the intent of completing a mission: there was now no other goal in sight until she completed the objective at hand successfully. She was Macabre for a reason.
Feel it ... breathe it ... believe it ... ... And you'll be ...  ☣ Ⱥ§ρєȠ ☣... Walking on air ... Go fly ... so high ...
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 9:33 pm
Name: Leonardo Rossi
Team: Alphas
Location: Alkali Lake Base
A Man Does What He Must The past month had been… therapeutic, to say the least. Being underground surrounded by the strong, concrete walls of the old Weapon X facility were instrumental to putting his mind at ease. A few people that had come to visit his room insisted that he put some sort of decoration up, but Leo would have none of it. Pictures, posters, any sort of trinkets or knick-knacks would only distract him. He needed the plain, cool grey walls so he could be a blank slate.
He started to shower and shave more often, getting rid of the scruff that had helped conceal his identity for a short time. A healthier diet and a little bit of exercise had become part of his daily routine again, with runs and swims like he used to take back at the X-Mansion, only using a treadmill and pool instead of an overgrown trail and lake. He'd lost a little bit of weight during his time away, but he had easily put it back on within two weeks.
As his body became healthier, so did his outlook. Before he had been so concerned with saving the world his way, and on his time table. Now though, he knew that with the X-Men, he was at least doing something, albeit on a slower time table than how he was used to things. However, the time in-between assignments and missions allowed him to the things he was supposed to as a twenty-year-old, smile, laugh, enjoy life. There wasn't constant training, ways to make himself into a sharper, more refined weapon; only the peaceful serenity of living in a rather isolated place.
Today though, peace would have to be put on hold. As he stood in the briefing room, he couldn't help but shift uncomfortable because of the new uniform he was wearing. Honestly, he didn't like the new uniforms they were assigned… at all. Apparently the purpose was so that they could easily switch in and out of their outfits and blend in easier with the civilian population… but Leo couldn't think of a conceivable scenario where that would be needed. If they needed to blend in to begin with, then why not start out wearing civilian clothes in the first place? He understood the need for some of the other mutants to have specialized suits so that they could use their abilities to their maximum, but for someone like Leo who needed Kevlar and an ample amount of pockets, he didn’t like the idea. Plus, the time he took to put on his gear and double-check it allowed him to go over things in his head and allowed him to calm the pre-mission jitters he usually got, despite his field experience.
In order to distract himself, to looked over to Bella, who seemed even more nervous than usual when it came to missions. Discretely, he slid his hand into hers, giving her a reassuring squeeze. He remained stoic as she addressed him, knowing that he couldn't give anything away in front of the other Alphas, with a few of them specifically in mind. Leo would be lying if he said that his feelings about Bella weren't mixed. For the longest time, Bella had been his team leader, and thinking about anything else was fleeting. However, now that it was moving into something more, Leo still wasn't exactly sure how to feel. Did it feel good? Of course it did. But these romantic feelings were new and a bit awkward – he needed more time to get used to them.
At the mention to the new addition to their uniforms, Leo scoffed slightly and said in a voice that only she could hear, "Don't get me started on those things…" A part of him wanted to get started on it, but he knew it was best if he was just a good X-Man and took what they gave him. Beast was a much smarter man than he was, and there had to be a reason behind these new uniforms… even if Leo couldn't see it at first.
As the mission details were being dished out, Leo went over each detail in his head as he rubbed the inside of his right palm with his left thumb, eventually switching hands. The team would be split up, and as he listened to who would take the right side of the field with Bella, he had to use process of elimination to figure out who would be on his side: Tsunami, Opaque, Landslide, Blaze, Morgan, Macabre, and eventually Eidolon and Kali. He made mental notes to keep Landslide and Kali close, since he knew he could count on the former, and to keep an eye on the latter. Glitter and Allegra wouldn't be on his side of the field – Damn. Of all of the Alphas, he hoped he would work with them the most each time they went out on a mission. Not only did he know them better than many of the other Alphas, but he also knew how their powers worked and how to best utilize them in the field in conjunction with his.
They were doing this during the day, which bothered him. Night gave them a better chance of pulling this off more covertly and without too much incident. Guards could see further, and security cameras had a greater range, not to mention the fact that the facility might be more lax in the middle of the night when the guards were either too tired or too bored to notice anything unusual. Speed would have to be key during the operation – if things got too hectic, the guards might start pulling prisoners into various parts of the facility and lock it down, holding them hostage. Or worst yet, start executing them – then they would have a real problem on their hands.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 6:15 pm
 [ ʈ | ɦ | ҿ ➸ S | i | z | e | - | S | h | i | f | t | i | n | g ]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOmega - Hallway, Emma Frost's office, Hallway, Narcissa's room
The native's grin spread across his face when Narcissa explained to him that Roland would likely stir his ire at a later date. The sensation of being so angry, so frustrated, so beyond exasperated felt new to him; his family life had been peaceful - fist fights with his brothers a rare occasion, and he had never been one to throw the first punch. However, the way his roommate neglected the crucial details about the women in his life washed a protective anger through him, and he'd been ready to pounce more than once. "True." He said, chocolate eyes glimmering with mirth instead of reflecting his hatred for violence. It still left him reeling how vehemently he'd wanted to throw down with the man a few weeks ago. He scarcely felt it now, when the woman in his arms relaxed him so. "Though I should hope he's learned his lesson."
To pull himself from her embrace was as difficult as pulling two high powered magnets from one another; it left his bones aching from the struggle of what he needed and what was good for them. As the door opened to allow them entry, Aren ignored the disdain that marked their mentor's countenance, he'd said little over the matters since they'd returned to New York.... but using a student as cannon fodder had earned her very little in the brownie points section.
She invited the pair to sit as she explained what had happened to Leion, and to break the tension, Aren had made a joke - expressing that this dimension's version of himself was better than any he'd met in a different life. Secretly, he'd meant it, but the delivery had missed Alter-boy anyway. The size shifter then explained that being a horse wasn't nearly as impressive as being hung like one, but the blond had little to say over the matter. Obviously, this version of their teammate's sense of humor left a lot to be desired.
Departing shortly after, they got blondie settled in his new room, and Aren barely considered which he should claim as his own. He pressed his palm to a scanner almost randomly before chasing Narcissa's tail into her's.
"Someone... hungry." Aren responded wolfishly, letting himself in with the last word.
Normally, the announcement about new uniforms would have sent the native toward the gathering - size shifting often came with problems of that nature - but he had more important matters to attend. He watched almost insatiably as the small blond stalked her way back to him, arms wrapping about his neck with a warmth that banished all the shadows within him. It proved more and more difficult, every day every time they said it was the last time to pull away, to deny himself of the heaven she brought him.
Dimples formed around his seemingly carefree smile and he nodded as though he were serious to how long he'd been gone. "I'd miss me too." He joked, unable to help himself. She needed to smile, to laugh- to breathe. Being underground had shaken her, and instinctively he reached to correct her hurts. Her lips brushed his, and she uttered the one word he needed to hear more than any other; it was the request he'd never be able to deny. Shortly after, reason ceased to exist for all they needed was the rest of the world to be forgotten.
time skip
The native's sleep often found him dead to everyone else, especially in the warmth of his lover's bed. He stirred when fiery fingertips danced along his arm, but all that escaped partially parted lips could be summed up as a groan instead of the joke about him needing his "man-beauty sleep." The sun goddess mentioned punishment, and Aren waved an arm in the air, as if to tell her to leave without him. Peering out into the room with one eye, he shook his head before using his free arm to snag the woman by the hip and pull her against him. "We should skip." He muttered, a soft laugh vibrating through his chest when she said he made things hard. "That's my line." He stated, face sober as he delivered the jibe.
She shared a heated kiss with him, and for a moment he thought she'd forgotten about her duties, only for her to remember too soon. "Let her throw a fit." He stated, voice cracking. But she left, instructing him to get out of bed and shower. It took him several minutes to regain his thought process to even consider her orders. He pulled on their invisible tethers, playing with the strings to test her will, each time he mentally plucked one begged her to come back... he'd not been done with her yet.
Aren had been late to the meeting, and ended up standing in the door jamb, arms folded across his graphic tee, blocking the lettering "I'm not a doctor, but I'll take a look" at his chest. He didn't move until Narcissa explained they'd be choosing their own teams; his feet moved him across the room, next to her side without any thought. Of course he'd be with her, and whoever she tolerated.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 8:07 pm
  Thoughts: That face... Location: [Wandering Around / / Training Room / / War Room] With: The Team that I am attempting to get to know better.
The door kicked open as Marcel’s foot began to lower itself. Letting out a soft sigh to himself, he began to drag his bags into whatever room he was lucky enough to pick out for himself and as luck would have it, his roommate apparently was not situated, giving him the option of choosing which side would belong to him. It was not like such a matter truly mattered anyways when one roomed with someone barely there -at least to his knowledge, though he was certain things were bound to eventually change- and even then, Marcel could find no pleasures in staying in such a confined place as this room more or less than he would in finding entertainment in the underground facility. With that in mind, he would situate himself with immediate haste and then find something productive to do that usually tended to include the words “I, Myself and Me.” It would only be when he got bored of himself that he would seek the company of his peers. Even then, he would have to look at the invisible group line that separated them ever so slightly. If luck had it, maybe he could get away with pulling some kind of trolling stunt that gradually built itself up over time and for that, he would need victims.
A smile formed across his face as he closed the door behind him. Opening the bags he brought in, he pulled out a pencil and a notebook along with a diary that he decided to dub his personal Black Book; not one to take a personal note of who to take vengeance out on, but to keep his own personal thoughts and reflect on what kind of state of mood he was generally in. In a sense, maybe it was one of his own places he could seldomly escape to when his current world was in a bit of shambles. With that, he began to write down the current details, going straight from the trip there all the way down to the fight that apparently broke out, all of which the cunning mastermind was clever enough to record with his phone crafted under the guise of him listening to music and partially hidden under the long sleeves he tended to wear that almost covered the hands.
Within an hour of jotting down his own personal reflections while listening to those who were musically talented and challenged from the current era of music on Pandora, the black book fell back inside the bag with a plop against his other belongings as he stared at the red notebook. Now it was time to craft some clever words in hopes they would create the brilliant but dim scenery he would now have to live in for who knows how long. In order for him to do so, he needed to get some fresh air and hopefully not gag on the dust particles certain to enter their way into his lungs with each passing second. He slipped into his shoes once more, tearing a few sheets of paper and folding them perfectly into a square, sliding a pen under his sleeve and the paper underneath another.
Marcel trotted out the comfort of his room, his lip curving a bit as he stared at the hallways. It was time to put his mind to some good use. He was no Chiropractor or Architect, but he had Math and pairing that up with some of his other talents, he was pretty sure he make a nifty map for just the fun of it. He had a lot of things to do and though people may find it boring, it kept him out of sight and for the most part, out of harm. What possible danger could he get into? He was certain if his mouth was kept shut, for the most part, no one would want to possibly sear him for dinner. With that, he traced the hallways, using the pen to examine the lines that formed against the walls and ceilings, etching small slants here and there to list off the rooms and other areas of interest. When he found himself done with the floor, he began to piece together from assumption alone that the other floors in terms of dorms were the exact similar, thus allowing him to possibly craft together the third, fourth, and fifth floors without him possibly ever needing to check them out.
Marcel found himself back out towards the main lobby of their new humble, yet decadent, abode. The pen drew along the edges of the college ruled paper as the male found himself sitting, but that was for brief delight as the busybody was up again and back on his way. He walked down the halls, stopping every so often for him to etch together his makeshift map. When his little personal tour was concluded, the male found himself in the Instrument room, tampering around with the Brass Instruments which was where he had heard such an announcement of Beast looking for test subjects. Joy came at last in the hopes that he would get to scour every inch of the laboratory. He simply placed the Trumpet in his hand down and scurried off like a rat in the night scouring for food.
=============== ENTER SOME ARCHAIC WITTY RESPONSE TO SAY I AM SKIPPING TIME ==============
Within the month of being in the land of Canada, Marcel found himself well accustomed to everything with no longer a need to read the map and find a possible escape route the moment something major went down and their powers were otherwise ineffective. The hydrokinetic also began to toy around with his newly acquired suit, the likes of which seemed to enthuse him very greatly. It was study in the least, not at all tight in restricting the swift movement required to attack with well-aimed precision, but decent enough to protect him from certain forms of danger. The month was dedicated to letting his body get accustomed to it in any way possible.
The sounds of cracking and loud clashes among the training room were heard as Marcel ran through one final course for the morning. The two wooden Kodachi he carved for training spun wildly to meet every curve and turn his body would allow when spinning gracefully through the air, his free-running having improved a bit to where he was capable of slicing some of the hard rubber bullets being launched at him. The key to it was precision which took more focus than his mind would typically allow. In some blind spots to him, he would have to improvise with skills his father could not teach him, skills that lied in his mutation alone. Upon landing down on the ground, he quickly rolled towards a form of defense among the makeshift dummies he sliced through on his way over to escape the occasional bullets being hurled his way.
The sound of water swirling together from the thin particles within the air came together as it surrounded a training dummy’s head. Watching as it began to float around in the air, Marcel’s eyes focused on the head inside as the water began to spin at different angles almost like a drill. He had done this technique before, but hurling a small chunk of ice through pressure was different than attempting to shave wood with pressurized water and then hurl it outwards. Still, he had to craft his skills one way or another and what better a way to do so while training. As he focused harder, the small amount of water began to move violently around as it changed shape from encircling the head to something more elliptical. He smiled a bit as he got up from his little hiding and shelter hole, hefting the object with him as he launched it outwards towards the remaining three dolls almost aligned within the same distance.
It was a fruitful endeavor as he realized what he was capable of if he trained more. The dolls had a nice drilled hole within their bodies, but he simply would not be able to fully enjoy the chance as his comm began to buzz off. He simply trailed off the field, making a small water shield around his left side to soften the impact of the rubber bullets being hefted his way. Just because they were not lethal did not mean they were soft. He refused to have a welt-ridden face if there was a mission to be had. It would make him look either like a joke or something frightening.
A shower and a meal later, Marcel arrived in the War Room, clad in something black for the occasion as no specifics of what to wear was given about the assignment. Among his fellow teammates, he only recognized a few faces, which was odd considering they were on the same team. With him being an introvert, the male simply refused to make conversation with them unless he knew them, but that did not mean he was not one to try. His last set of endeavors had allowed him to perhaps scar Bianca for life about this thoughts of her abilities and a few mingling words with the current flame-retardant mutant who surprisingly lasted longer than the last two? At any case, he did not know them too well and simply thought to resolve that.“Soo…..”his voice simply echoed as if to ponder a question. He glanced at those he had to work with, “work” being the keyword as he did not know their skills, especially the bright face that would apparently join alongside them at some eventual point. The same could be said about him with them as other than codenames, there was a long drawn blank. “I hope it's alright if I play the guessing game…” he was mainly referring to the three he had yet to meet or occasionally encounter, his gaze turning to the one that was mainly bearing an icy glare to her stature as she seemed otherwise stoic in appearance and ghastly beyond repair. He thought he was the occasional brooding type. “Might you be Macabre?”
Whereas others probably would have been a bit backed off by the appearance, Marcel simply knew no better. He was the one that asked a lot of obvious questions surrounding the mystery’s social life above ground. Below ground, he knew nothing but the rats and with friends like them as a kid, who needed enemies? Still the need to brighten someone’s day was better than not attempting at all, even if they were of the short, dark and brooding variety. He would not leave her alone until she responded either, the thought of poking her cheeks crossing his mind as the socially awkward being merely raised a hand. Since the mission called for stealth and non-lethal force, he naught but time at this current moment as they were given ten minutes. In short, he had chosen someone to bother and it was her, perhaps some hidden agenda lying underneath.(( I probably just written a long overdue heap of crap lol, but hopefully it's sensible ))
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 4:48 am
  
Katerina sighed dramatically when Aurelie offered up her theory as to why people got them confused. Of course the blonde was polite about it, but the shape shifter had been raised in Rome, and therefore knew the truth.
The answer was surprisingly simple—Obvious, really.
American’s were idiots.
The small brunette woman hung off of Aurelie’s arm like a graceful accessory, the action as easy and normal as breathing. The telekinetic had become her human, in short order, and nothing would change that. Aurelie was the only family Katerina had to claim, or wanted to claim. She was honest, understanding, and good…Everything that she wasn’t. Katerina’s expression fell into a soft petulance at the notion of unpacking her own things. That was one thing she missed from being in Madam Hydra’s service. Once she’d been pulled from the packs and placed in the woman’s direct care, there was never a shortage on blindly loyal hired help. When she spoke, people listened, or they suffered. “Not soon enough…”
She did seem to pepper up a little at the realization that some of her favorite toys were easily accessible, and her expression smoothed. Her clear unhappiness with the newest cage the X-Men had created for them evaporated at the scent of a wolf, the following interaction leaving her with considerably brightened spirits.
Katerina chuckled lightly when Raine admitted that the boys they’d passed were cute, a delicate hand running through highlighted waves as she glanced over her shoulder. “If you’re in the market, I’d go shopping soon. As a connoisseur of sexy things… I don’t think either of them will be free for long.”
Her words to Aurelie seemed to have caught the attention of the others, though she didn’t mind. She was opinionated, and if anyone dared challenge that… It was their funeral. Listening to Gabriel speak for a moment, she felt irritation well up inside of her—Before she latched onto the phrase ‘in general’. Surely, he didn’t mean to include her in that weaker race he’d just described. She waved her hand dismissively. “There’s nothing tragic about being human, unless you refuse to accept what you are. Men are over-grown children, Gabriel. End of story.”
The young woman’s accent always turned Gabriel’s name into Gabrielle, though she didn’t mean to. Katerina would be hard to push from this point of view, a clipped finality suggesting that she not be argued with. Madam Hydra had drilled the uses of men into her head at the youngest possible age. Leverage and reproduction. Nothing more, nothing less.
Katerina watched Aurelie’s expressions change, knowing them well enough that they might as well have been her own. Her whispered doubts ruffled her feathers, causing the shifter to tug the ballerina closer, despite the fact that she was several inches shorter. “Stop it, mia bella.”
“I’m the pessimistic one and I don’t remember giving you permission to change. I unfortunately know Rossi a little better than I’d actually care to…”, she trailed off lowly, choosing her words with her friends temperament in mind. The wrong phrasing might set her telekinetic on edge far more than silence might have. Katerina didn’t at all fear Rossi dying in the chaos outside. Despite what she claimed, the government dog wasn’t a weakling. What Aurelie didn’t realize was that if anyone was going to kill Leonardo Rossi, it would be her. Until then, he would live a long, unhappy life. ”Trust me when I say that he’ll return, perhaps fashionably late…But he has a habit of appearing in the most inopportune moments. He’s a stubborn woman-child with a laundry list of complexes… But he’s at least…Passable, on the field.”
“If he doesn’t come back soon, you and I will escape, hunt him down—And drag him back with his tail between his legs.”, the shape shifter promised, hoping to draw a smile to Aurelie’s features. The thought of someone dragging Rossi anywhere, unless unconscious and illegally medicated, was laughable.
And now, it was also tempting.
“I am excellent at finding people that don’t want to be found.”
One day the shape shifter would inevitably show the telekinetic that it was that easy to want, take, and have anything she desired. But the process would be slow, and incomplete. Training Aurelie as she had been trained… They wouldn’t be friends anymore. The telekinetic would hate her, she was sure of it.
No one seemed to realize that their time was borrowed; Days numbered. So why wait? The X-Men were better than Hydra in some ways, and worse in others. Yet both sides had them doing incredibly dangerous things… They wouldn’t always get lucky. The subject changed and she moved with it, giving the young woman at her side a touch of peace. At the mention of Christian, piercing gun metal blue eyes flickered. “Oh… He’ll find me.”
“Wolves can’t resist a challenge; I’m just not sure how difficult I want to make it for him.”
Katerina raised a refined brow at Aurelie when she mentioned that she couldn’t imagine anyone foolish enough to steal their lingerie. She could name at least three potential panty-sniffers off the top of her head, Felix among them. “It wouldn’t be pretty… But X-Men are generally lacking in the brains department.”
That was the truth. If she were still under HYDRA’s command, she’d have killed at least half of them months ago. Morons, truly and completely.
She was quiet as they descended the staircase, hand sliding along the railing. The usually talkative woman was temporarily distracted by memories… Nightmares, if she was being more accurate. Her desire to hit something as hard as she could was hard to ignore. Katerina knew why her best friend respected her privacy, unless it came to Rossi. She did her best to answer her… But there were some things she couldn’t know. Aurelie wanted more information on a man that she’d studied in order to find out how to kill…
The Italian woman would do anything she could for the ballerina—But none of her experiences with him would help her capture his heart. Not in a million years.
Katerina stood with her face in her hands, swallowing the urge to take vengeance on Dominic and Felix out of sheer frustration. The taunting that involved the speedsters less than impressive equipment was the icing on a very disgusting cake. Gabriel chimed in after a moment, mentioning sitting outside their quarters with a rifle like an overprotective father, and she sighed. The notion of security was there…Sweet, if she really thought about it. Most just failed to realize that she was usually the most dangerous thing in the room—Mostly by her own doing. Katerina enjoyed letting others things she was soft and sweet until it suited her. Blue eyes flickered from Felix to Gabriel and she purred, batting dark lashes that were sure to give the weapons platform a heart attack.
“Dearest Papà—I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Aurie and I are all grown up…”, she drew a silhouette about her body with her hands for emphasis, deliberately rounding on every curve. “You’re a little too late to try and chase off the boys and bounce us on your knee…”
“Just leave the rifle by the door.”, she finished, imagining point blanking the speedster with a bit of joy. He could run as fast as he wanted, as long as he wanted, but he couldn’t avoid bullets he didn’t know were coming. One shot to the kneecap, and he was grounded. She would make him pay for his comments, both towards Aurelie, and Gabriel.
Felix wished her luck on ripping him to pieces and she smirked slowly, turning away from the Omega, as if she couldn’t stand the sight. Her back towards him, even he would figure out sooner or later that he was dismissed. “I don’t need luck, little fool. Just time.”
Katerina eyed Aurelie when she actually considered KEEPING the bra Felix had manhandled, a long suffering sigh escaping her lips. “If you wind up with some flesh eating disease—Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m not sure we can have sleep overs until you’ve showered.”
She was half teasing, half not.
Once Felix was gone…That only left the Slovenian to deal with. Shifting was easy enough. Large animals that belonged in the wild tended to make humans nervous, and she could only confirm by the telltale scent of sweat and fear. Dominik seemed amused by something, and the gold eyes of the panther dared him to speak out of turn. It took her a moment to take control of the animal brain, and for a long moment, he did look like dinner. His only saving grace was that she didn’t really want blood on her carpet. Emma and Scott would surely have something to say about that. Aurelie seemed to think that he’d already done all he could to her, and the big cat gave an almost derisive growl. Harm was a matter of perspective… Men could always cause more of it; Especially when the tears had already dried.
Aurelie distracted her suddenly by scratching her behind the ears, and she reflexively cuddled up under the woman’s hand, seeming a little less threatening as her rope like tail curled neatly around her oversized paws. Her presence might have made the Slovenian’s apology a little awkward, but she would only leave when the blonde telekinetic asked her to. His comfort wasn’t her concern. She wasn’t the type of friend that left when an ex-a*****e showed up simply because it was ‘uncomfortable’.
The blonde woman continued with re-arranging their clothing, and Katerina had to suppress the urge to snatch pieces out of the air. Even distracted, if Dominik came too close— He would find himself on the receiving end of a stern warning.
How was it that Aurelie attracted all the one star men? A SHIELD agent that was MIA, who, for all intents and purposes was a douchebag, the Slovenian who was a self-admitted idiot, and a creepy speedster. What next?
Katerina was running late. She’d had an early breakfast with Aurelie, but her uniform had been acting strangely. It seemed capable of giving her greater range when it came to mimicking items that her victims were wearing, but the mask didn’t transmute. Most of the time, it fell off. She suspected that it wasn’t the correct mask… But Dr. McCoy should be able to clear that up, considering he actually seemed to know what he was talking about.
As much as the giant robots didn’t concern her, HYDRA did. She still had a few contacts left, though she hadn’t reached out to any of them since they’d left Greymalkin Lane. Word on the street was that they were still looking for her. Tearing through every registered safe house, every associate she’d ever come to for shelter after an assignment. They could protect themselves…They knew the risks—But it still bothered her.
HYDRA didn’t know she’d taken asylum with the X-Men, and neither did SHIELD. A mask wasn’t a cure-all…But it was another layer of security she wouldn’t complain about. Not ruining her clothes in some shifts was also a bonus. Walking through the halls in her black gear, she’d pulled her hair up into a severe bun high on her head. Part of her wondered what kind of missions they’d be sent out on... Part of her didn’t care.
She’d been cooped up for long enough.
Glancing towards her comm she sighed after a moment, before switching to Christian. From what she understood the Omega’s were going out too. He was a little more skilled now, than he had been three weeks ago… But she still wasn’t satisfied. He had a long way to go before he could dispatch enemies in his human form, half as well as his werewolf identity.
“Mio lupo…”, she purred through the device, pausing for a moment as she brushed by someone on her way into the War Room. Her words were simple, something he would understand. “Don’t screw it up.”
Her barb translated roughly to ’be careful’.
Keen eyes paused on the back of Isabella’s head, a little surprised that she’d be in the back of the group. An attention whore like that never stayed out of the lime light for long… Was she sick? A gleeful thought ran through her at the notion of the harpy being demoted, but it was unlikely. Scott Summers’ golden child could do no wrong. An equally familiar dark head made her scowl. Rossi had been around for a little while, but for some reason she’d barely seen or heard from him. Which meant Aurelie would have likely had a similar experience, considering how often they were around each other. Speaking of… where the hell was Aurelie?
Summers finished up his boring diatribe, calling Stone to the front—which made Katerina roll her eyes. Now that was more normal. It was curious though, that the woman seemed to hesitate, almost pulled back by her left shoulder. Gunmetal blue eyes followed the line of her arm in the dim lighting and was a little surprised to see it connected to none other than Leonardo Rossi.
Her eyes went flat. That HAD to be a joke. Friends held hands all the time…In secret…In the back of team meetings… Right…
She was stunned enough that she forgot her mission to find Aurelie for a moment, only remembering what Stone had done to the weapon known as X-20. She’d taken something perfect and dangerous, and turned it into a milksop. She’d effortlessly broken the creature that everyone feared so thoroughly, so severely, that he’d disappeared. Despite Aurelie’s current situation, Katerina knew that the telekinetic would be crushed if the animal mimic followed suit.
This concern was not to be confused with mercy for his person. Rossi deserved a lot of things…But not the vapid b***h that was Isabella Stone. Perhaps the government dog was bored and found use of her for what little value she had… But that was wishful thinking. The Rossi that she knew didn’t have it in him.
Or did he?
Hearing her name called she felt her blood burn at being paired with Julian, and not Aurelie. Everyone knew they did everything together. If she were being fair, she could have seen the logic in pairing her with the teleporter… But Katerina wasn’t fair, and didn’t intend to be. In her mind Isabella couldn’t possibly have any unselfish, mission related reasons, for keeping her from her telekinetic. Swallowing a snarl, her eyes darted around the crowd when they broke, her irritation close to boiling over.
Heading towards the maps in the center of the room she deliberately let her shoulder roughly knock into Rossi as she passed by, taking out her vehemence on a familiar source. “I never thought you one for slumming it.”
She left it at that, resting both of her hands on the metal table as she viewed what looked like outdated maps, trying not to fume. She wanted to see her best friend before they left, but she only had ten minutes to memorize as much as she could. Julian would find her, she was sure.
Her eyes crossed the table, landing once more on Isabella’s back. Everything bad that had happened to her since arriving to the X-Men was HER fault. She didn't deserve to exist, let alone be happy. It was getting harder and harder not to claw her throat out in her sleep.
‘b***h.’
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