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 Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 11:12 am
Colossus looked at the girl who had approached him. "You don't need to be shy. We are all comrades here." The Russian giant put the dished down and wiped his hands using a wash cloth. "Tell me, why are you shy? We are among other mutants." He asked, clearly confused as to how anyone could be so shy. Was it because the red headed amazon was new to the institute? The gentle Russian giant shook her hand, with a firm grip. "Caitlin, you would be correct. I am part of xmen." He said, smiling. "Have you spoken to the others yet? The professsor?" He asked, curiously. Skuld HJG I apologize if my posts are short, I'm still trying to get back into this character.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2016 11:52 am
 Shaking the Russian's hand, Caitlin shyly nodded, "Yes, I've met the Professor... Actually tried to defend him from some armored manic, before I got knocked unconscious." The amazon-like teen blushed in embarrassment, "Sorry... I was told Rogue followed up, after I went down. And... yeah, I'm still getting used to the whole mutant ... thing. And in case you're wondering.... I wasn't always this size. Before they experimented on me, I was five foot nothing and ninety pounds soaking wet..."
"I also heard that Rogue took a horrid beating from I.O. I hope she's going to be alright," Colossus would realize that Rogue was still in the infirmary recovering from the wounds -- specifically being shelled with depleted uranium rounds and a powerful alien-tech powered uni-beam from Iron Monger. Looking for a change of subject, Caitlin saw Piotr's easel, palette and paints. Caitlin's green eyes widened, when she looked back at Colossus, "Oh! Are you an artist? What sort of medium do you use? While I have no talent in painting, I've always appreciated the arts. I enjoyed touring the Guggenheim in Manhattan."
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2016 1:38 pm
Piotr listened as the younger mutant explained the situation with a fellow x-men, Rogue. It had turned out there was a battle between 'armored maniac' as the heard Caitlin say it. He was never informed of any threat, he suspected the rest of the x-men could handle it, but apparently they could not. "So what did this.. maniac look like, hm?" He asked, before he noticed a change of subject went to art. "Yes, I am an artists. I use different oils on a canvas." He explained with a grin across his face. "It is always nice to see someone who appreciates the arts as I do. Tell me, would you like if I showed you a few of the paintings I've made over the years?" The gentle Russian once again asked with a grin.
As the two were busy chatting, he couldn't help but wonder why wasn't he called into battle when his team needed him. Surely it was because they didn't want to disturb him as he was helping some of the other members clean up the mansion. Piotr still wasn't sure. "You said Rogue was in the infirmary, yes?" He asked, after an awkward silence.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2016 6:24 pm
Caitlin shrugs, "About the armored guy... I think he was some kind of mercenary that I.O. had hired, but the guy disappeared. The way his armor looked, it looked like he walked off the set of a Star Wars movie. He reminded me of ... Boba Fett, but different. And as far as looking through you painting... I would love to." The statuesque redhead blushed slightly, smiling back at the kind Russian.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 8:06 pm
 Vektor
Samantha Crawford │ Metahuman │ Sixteen Years Old │ Single
[Enter from the Marvel Universe, or at least a Marvel Universe]
'I hope I know what I'm getting into here,' thought Samantha Crawford as she walked up Graymalkin Lane. It felt as though it had taken an inordinate amount of time to arrive here, even though it wasn't all that long of a ride on the Greyhound down from Albany. Thankfully, her arrival in Westchester was a lot less ... potentially eventful than her layover in Albany.
A couple rather greasy-looking individuals were giving her rather lascivious looks at the bus station almost as soon as she climbed down from the Greyhound, and she knew one of the TSA goons tried sending a picture of her off to see if she was on any Missing Persons database. The sex traders wound up tripping over their own shoes as they tried to intercept her, the government thug got a negative on his electronic inquiry, and Samantha had been able to walk over to a nearby diner and get a hot meal and a little peace before catching the next bus to Westchester.
Wearing a long leather coat, form-fitting jeans, white tank top, a pair of Gargoyle sunglasses and a Seattle Seahawks hat, the green-eyed blonde looked like just about like any other teenage girl, which explained the attention she managed to draw. With the cylindrical bag slung over her shoulder, she definitely looked the part of a runaway, and thus prey to the sort of monsters whom lurked in such places as bus stations. Not that the government thugs were much better.
She didn't need to pull the phone from her pocket to consult it for directions to her destination, she could 'see' the GPS map display in her mind, nor did she need to actually hear Siri's voice, not when her I-Phone spoke to her without sound. Looking at the castle-like mansion, Samantha mused, 'I guess it's a little late to have second thoughts.' the teenager walked up the driveway, and when she reached the door, Samantha pressed the doorbell. 'I really hope I know what I'm getting into here.'
OOC: Open for Interaction
OOC: I'm imagining the X-Mansion from the movie series
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2016 7:43 am
Rogue  It had only been a few minutes since Marie had dressed and checked herself out of the infirmary. She did make sure that she left a note for either Beast or Nightshade, depending on whichever doctor would find it. Rogue did make a point of stating that she had no intention of leaving the school grounds -- she needed to walk a bit. The Mississippi native had put on jeans that hugged her hips comfortably, a Xavier sweat shirt, her bomber jacket (which was the only part of her usual costume that had survived Iron Monger's assault), and some slip-on 'penny loafers' which actually felt .... good on her feet. Rogue had thought to herself as she gingerly walked up to the elevator, Ah think mah feet are de only part of meh that ain't sore. Oh well, might as well get some solid food...No sooner had Rogue arrived on the first floor and exited the elevator, had the X-Man heard the doorbell ring. Huh... Ah guess a lot more of de school got fixed. De speedster twins worked fast from what the Prof, told meh. ... Didn't hear about any visitors, might as well see who it is. Rogue mused as she approached the grand carved oak door. Opening the grand door, Rogue found a blonde teenager looking up at her from under her Seahawks ballcap. The girl was a few inches shorter than Rogue and seemed a bit nervous to her. The leather trenchcoat got Marie's attention -- reminding her of Gambit a little bit. Secretly hoping that this girl was nothing like her former love interest, Rogue did note the cylindrical bag. The girl was obviously by herself. After looking the girl over with her green eyes, Rogue spoke with a soft voice, "Hello. How might Ah help you?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 9:46 am
Vektor
Samantha Crawford │ Metahuman │ Sixteen Years Old │ Single
As the front door opened, Samantha became aware of a young woman, whom was a bit taller than she with long dark brown hair and a white stripe through the middle of it. Wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, she didn't appear to be any different from anyone else. Of course, Sam wasn't sure what she was expecting here, but then, all of this metahuman stuff was uncharted territory for her. She knew she needed help, and, from her internet research, this seemed to be her best shot. It was then she 'heard' her phone's notification that the Seahawks just traded one of their veterans players for a number of draft picks; her eyes widened behind her Gargoyle shades, taking on that unfocused look of someone whose attention was drifting elsewhere.
Forcing herself to focus on the here and now, and ignoring the attendant exhortation from DraftKings.com, she replied, a bit distractedly, "Um, yeah. Uh, hi, I'm Sam ... Sam Crawford, I sent an e-mail to your Headmaster about coming here ... so, I guess ... I need to see an admissions officer ..." As she said that, she glanced behind her, as she heard a particularly loud bit of electronic noise. She'd seen a drone flying around as she walked toward the school. It was probably somebody's toy from a hobby store, and this was a well-to-do neighborhood, but one never knew these days.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 9:55 pm
Rogue Rogue smirked at the distracted teen in front of her. Almost chuckling from the reaction, Rogue guided Samantha into the mansion, "Ah think we can accommodate ya. Follow meh, an Ah'll take you to da Professor. Anyway, Ah'm called Rogue, kinda a nickname.... Ah know dat may sound a bit odd. Anyway, Ah'm guessin dat you're from around Seattle, judgin from your hat."
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2016 7:45 pm
Vektor
Samantha Crawford │ Metahuman │ Sixteen Years Old │ Single
Entering the house, Samantha realized the 'noise' wasn't from outside, but inside. If somebody was outside with an RFID reader she doubted they would have picked up so much as a loose byte. In here, it was like being at a rock concert only she could hear. "Naw, not odd at all," she commented on the subject of Rogue's nickname, wincing at the electronic noise she was being subjected to. "Knew a kid at school they called 'Turbo', but that was because he liked to street race."
When her hat was mentioned, it started lifting itself off of her head, and Sam hastily grabbed it before her guide noticed its odd behavior, she hoped, and stuffed it into a pocket of her bag. "One of the suburbs actually. Dad took me to a couple Seahawks games so I'm kinda a fan now. How 'bout you? Louisiana, I'm guessing ... so Saints fan?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 1:04 pm
Rogue  "Ah'm originally from Mississippi, but Ah do root for da Saints. Dey always play jazz down dere," Rogue responded whilst opening the office door. Behind his grand cherry wood desk, Professor Charles Xavier smiled warmly politely motioning for the blonde to come in a sit in one of the chairs in front of him, "Ah, Samantha Crawford I presume? Please, come sit down. I trust you've had a pleasant journey here from the great Northwest."
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2016 4:13 pm
Vektor
Samantha Crawford │ Metahuman │ Sixteen Years Old │ Single
Samantha felt safer now she was inside the house, as she was sure somebody's drone had followed her from the air. She hoped it was just some dude doing a little cyber-age girl watching, but in this day and age one could never be entirely sure what was going on. "Never a Saints girl myself, but I always thought Drew Brees was a good QB; better than ours," she said, warming up immediately to Rogue, and if nothing else, talking about football was better than discussing her reasons for traveling roughly three thousand miles. She'd likely be doing that soon enough with the Headmaster of the school. "Gotta like a team whom arrives to 'When the Saints Come Marching In'."
As they walked along, she gained an impression of somebody in the household playing 'World of Warships' having just sank somebody else's Japanese battleship and racking up a nice score into the bargain.
When she stepped into the office, and was greeted by the Headmaster, she tried to smile cheerfully, despite the blinding headache she was suffering from the amount of electronic chatter taking place in the house. "Yes, sir," she said politely. "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice. You look just like the picture on the dust cover of your book."
She felt her coat start to lift itself from her shoulders, and she quickly moved to finish pulling it off herself, hoping the Professor hadn't noticed her telekinetic abilities brief manifestation, just as she hoped he didn't notice the borderline migraine headache she was getting. "The trip had its moments, sir," she added. "I'm pretty sure a couple guys were trying to grab me at the bus station in Albany."
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2016 11:01 pm
Rogue "I'm glad that you made it to us in one piece," the Professor's concern showed in his face and his voice, "Do you have any idea, if these men attempted to follow you, Miss Crawford?"Rogue's green eyes narrowed at the mention of thugs at the bus station, "Prof, its possible dat dis could be men payin attention for mutants comin here. It could even be not directly related to us. Dey maybe out lookin for girls travelin alone, if ya get mah meanin. Either way, dis needs ta be looked into. Sam, can ya recall anythin specific about dese gents?"Graydon Ironshield Sorry for the long wait. My brain finally got working.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2016 10:30 am
Vektor
Samantha Crawford │ Metahuman │ Sixteen Years Old │ Single
"Oh, they tried following me when I got out of the station, Professor," said Samantha. "I was going over to the diner across the street when they came after me. Once I was sure it was me they were following, I kinda made sure they fell over onto each on the sidewalk. Managed to get a good pic of them stored on my phone while I was at it."
She didn't mention she managed this feat by staring hard at her pursuers briefly and communicating what she saw to her phone in the same fashion she could hear what Siri told her in her mind. There were some aspects of her metahuman abilities she could manage to keep control of ... barely. It was all she could do sometimes to keep the manifestations under control, and this was why she'd traveled three thousand miles. Listening to what Rogue suggested worried Samantha, though. 'What the heck's going on here?' she wondered. "Why would somebody have men stationed at a bus station in Albany looking for metahumans coming here?"
OOC: Apologies for the delay, the holiday week stole my energies and my writing mojo.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2016 10:20 pm
Rogue "Prof., Ah'll go check dis out. See if Ah can spy dese 'gentlemen,'" Rogue spoke waiting for permission. Charles Xavier nodded, "Yes Rogue. I suggest you take someone with you. Meanwhile, we can have someone forward this picture to the authorities to find out who they are. What do you say, Miss Crawford?"Graydon Ironshield Understand about holidays....
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2016 8:50 pm
Vektor
Samantha Crawford │ Metahuman │ Sixteen Years Old │ Single
"Well, I can have the pictures in your inbox ... um, right now," answered Samantha, pausing a moment, as she managed to focus her thoughts long enough to transfer the picture file from her phone's memory to the internet, before forwarding it to the school's e-mail system.
She winced as a stab of real pain caught her at a point seemingly between her eyes. The teenager was unaccustomed to actual utilizing her abilities so often, but then she'd only been meta-active for a few days. "Are you suggesting I go with her, Professor?" As she spoke, a few of the small objects in the office started to rattle, as he problematic telekinetic abilities started manifesting on their own. It was getting harder for her to keep her little problem under wraps.
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