The Rebellion [Advanced rp, Open, Accepting]

[My Pearl Angel]

She just about killed Travis then and there, but Brynn held off just in time. She hadn't seen the swords when Rosen took them out, but apparently Travis had and it'd been bad. Still, the ghost weight and feel of the swords was almost more than she could take. She was about to open her mouth to shout him down and then storm off when she heard him pleading, almost begging, her to not to go looking for the swords. It'd almost been enough, almost. The swords were the only thing she knew. When Travis apologized and ran to the kitchen, Brynn stood a minute, contemplating what to do. She obviously was going to get her swords back, regardless of what he said or how he said it, but when she thought of it it tore at her heart in a most unnatural and sad way. She shook her head and tossed her braid so it fell straight down her back. She was getting stronger now, Travis had seen to pointing that out, and she could handle her swords again, she knew she could.
Her old self mostly back, she strode out of the Mess Hall, looking every bit as scary and intimidating as she normally did. She passed through the halls like a crimson hurricane and people nearly stumbled to get out of her way. But when she got near the Infirmary, started getting cautious. From what Travis said, Rosen wouldn't give up the swords easily either. Thankfully, overhearing from people who actually went to the infirmary, Brynn also knew that Rosen normally stashed people's personal effects somewhere around the bed they were put in. But when she thought about it, she also needed that stupid bandage off her head. It's a good excuse, but more than anything, it makes me look like an idiot! She strode in and found Rosen. "Hey Rosen," she said softly but firmly, "could you take this off? The bleeding's stopped by now." Rosen merely looked slightly surprised and then took it off, slowly unwrapping the gauze from around Brynn's head. She went back to sitting down and as Brynn took her chance to scour her bed while she pretended to make sure her hair wasn't messed up, Brynn noticed that something wasn't quite right. But she didn't know what it was and just the thought of trying to help was making Brynn feel awkward. She wasn't the kind to be all heart-to-heartish. As she nonchalantly started walking out of the infirmary, she saw her swords as she reached the bed. She tried to make it look like she wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary as she bent down and picked them up, but she doubted Rosen noticed her at all.
Cradling them to her chest, she let the door slide shut and moved quickly down the halls of the Highwind towards her room. As she passed people, she examined the swords to make sure they weren't damaged. She noticed blood on the tip of the left sword, Guardian. Guess Guardian will be resting in my room for a while, she thought ruefully as she slipped the other sword, Luminescence, into the sheath in her right shoulder. He must've freakied Travis out...poor Travis. The thought made her scowl from the guilt that was ripping through her chest, making a passing girl try to run away and trip in the attempt. Brynn ignored her.
She stopped briefly in her room, slipping Guardian under her pillow and almost laughing when she noticed how it stuck out from underneath both ends. She decided stow him under her bed instead and headed back towards the Mess Hall. I almost can't wait to see Travis's face, she mused, smirking as she approached the doors. Then Brynn began to feel a guilty again, but she shook it off and walked into the Mess like she had all the confidence in the world. She walked in right as Travis opened the door and asked if anybody wanted to start making plates. I CANNOT pass this up. She strode up to him and leaned on the counter as provocatively as possible, showing her considerable cleavage and also making Luminescence's hilt stick out over her shoulder. "I hope you're on the menu because I'm hungry for something hot." Brynn nearly burst from keeping her face straight and holding in the need to roll on the floor laughing. In the back of her mind though, she found this all kind of disturbing. What is wrong with me? I'm freakin' acting like Sin for God's sake! And why do I keep taunting and coming back to him?! On the surface, Brynn's suggestive facial expression stayed smooth as she looked up into Travis's face.


((...*stares at post* well, i haven't done anything this size on here until just now...so enjoy i guess lol))

 

[PhantasmicRose]

Logan wandered up and down the Highwind without destination, the heavy boots on his feet carrying him on their own whim. His heart was pounding in his ears and blocking easy breath in his throat. Every frantic beat echoed through his skull painfully. On occasion his clenched fists would tremble viciously with walled-in rage. He bit the inside of his lip in disgust and frustration.
Where was this stress, this rage, coming from? The question crawled up through the preoccupations of Logan’s mind and brought him to an abrupt standstill. Distantly he realized he’d ended up in Darius’ domain- the intricate depths of the engine room. Slowly, carefully, he relaxed his body and his grip, unclenching his numb fists in a sad attempt to calm himself and clear his head, but the realization of the answer to his thoughts made him groan.
Lynn. It was all that damn woman Lynn. Not even a day in yet and already his decision to spare her retched life was looking like bad judgment. He should’ve dumped her body off the ship the minute Garter had said “no deal.” Lynn was a menace. A danger. An evil, brainwashed b***h. He couldn’t fix any of his other problems right now, but he sure as hell could try to do something about this one.
Lynn. He cursed the name.
Logan turned on his heels and left the engine room, his feet still running on auto-pilot.

It wasn’t rare for Logan to lose his temper. In fact, often times it was expected and encouraged of him. You didn’t lead a ship full of hardened rebels and take on Garter on kindness and loyalty alone. Regardless, his tantrums were getting on his own nerves. For all Logan could remember, the last time he’d been so stressed and confused was when command of the Highwind had been passed onto him after his father’s untimely death.
He couldn’t help the sinking feeling in his stomach that things were only to get worse.
Jack was captured and being tortured for information, and he had a lot of it. The Highwind had been hacked, and worse, Darius was having trouble fixing it. Garter wouldn’t trade or negotiate. And of course there was dear Lynn, the X-Force soldier and wife of Cohen showering in his shower, with his soap, in his room, and sleeping on his bed, on his pillows, on his ship, and it had all been his bright idea.
Logan rubbed his temple and groaned. Maybe it was best if he just didn’t think anymore.

He’d walked quicker in his aggravation. He blinked in surprise when he realized that he was already back at his room, but he recovered quickly and unlocked the door with a set of keys procured from within the pocket of his dusty jeans. He threw open the door with the intent to once again seize Lynn by the throat and give it a good shake, but he stumbled awkwardly to a halt at the sight of a trembling figure in his bed.
All that was showing was a halo of blond hair faintly shimmering from water and sprawled across the length of a pile of pillows. His pillows. They would look almost elegant if it wasn’t for their obvious use and age. Logan had taken them some time ago from the quarters of an X-Force General, along with the rest of the bed and some other possessions. If only the other soldiers knew the luxuries they were missing out on, then maybe they wouldn’t follow quite so blindly.
Logan stepped forward from his illuminated place at the door, careful to close it quietly this time. He reached out a hand and softly pulled back the heavy blanket. His blanket. Lyn was beneath it, curled tightly around another of the pillows, her arms hugging it desperately to her chest. Logan looked down and saw that her fingers were clutching the fabric with a grip unnerving to see in someone asleep. The area around her head was wet from her showered hair. She smelled faintly of soap. His soap.
“Lyn”
It was only when her eyes shot open and darted up to meet his that he realized she’d been crying in her sleep. He remembered then why he couldn’t kill her.
Without warning Lyn sprung forward from her guarded position on the bed and tackled Logan, sending both of them crashing to the floor. Before Logan could compose himself, Lynn’s hand were groping for the knife tucked into the hemline of his pants. Logan wasn’t even sure how she knew it was there.
Just as she drew it and plunged it viciously at his chest, Logan grabbed her wrist and turned it away. The point of the knife clipped his neck before burying itself in the floor beside his head with a thud. Moving quickly and using all of his strength against the enraged woman, Logan jerked on Lynn’s arms and flipped her over. She kicked out, but Logan dodged her flying legs and scrambled on top of her. He took hold of her wrists once more and pinned them roughly above her head.
“Get off of me!” Lyn cried desperately, squirming beneath the crushing weight that held her prisoner.
“Why should I?” Logan growled as his eyes scanned for the knife. He grimaced when he saw it embedded to the hilt in the floor.
“Kaleb! Cohen! Help!”
“Kaleb?” Logan asked, suddenly confused. “Cohen?”
He looked her over slowly, and for the first time he noticed that her eyes looked glazed and lost. “Lyn, where do you think you are?”
Lyn blinked at his words, but she didn’t stop fighting him right away. Her eyes kept darting to Logan’s legs holding her down and her wrists pinned above her head by his rough hands.
“Logan?” her words were slow, slurred, but lucidity was returning to her eyes rapidly. She looked over him once more, but this time the fear in her face was replaced by annoyance and surprise.
“Get the hell off me you oaf,” she grumbled.
Logan looked Lyn over skeptically. “Are you going to try and kill me again?”
“Get off.”
Logan obliged but eyed Lyn carefully as he did so, snatching up his knife just in case as he climbed off of her.
“Who is Kaleb? A friend of yours?”
Lyn’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t answer or look at Logan. When he extended a hand to help her u she ignored it and lifted herself up shakily. She dusted herself off, looking a mixture of disgusted and distraught.
“I forgot where I was,” Lyn explained, still avoiding the question. “You scared me.”
“I just woke you up.”
“Yeah, well, here it might be alright to hover over a girl and breathe down her neck while she is sleeping, but where I come from it is a crime to even be in her room.” Logan thought he detected a look of something pass through her eyes, maybe sadness or loss or something else, but it was too fleeting for him to grasp it.
“You were crying,” Logan said calmly, touching the gash on his neck with two of his fingers. They came back stained with blood. Not much, but enough to make him vow to never let Lyn catch him off guard ever again.
Lyn frowned and mimicked his action, reaching her fingers up to drag them across her cheeks, but the tears there had long since tried into salty little tracks. Logan could still see them faintly in the dimmed lighting of the room.
When Lyn only stared at her fingers distantly Logan rubbed his hands together. He shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. It was obvious there was something unpleasant on his mind.
“Lyn…uh…” He bit his lip and paused. There was obvious struggle on his face. “Did you…were you crying because…of, uh…am I the one who made you cry?”
Lyn looked appalled and shook her head vigorously, but Logan still wasn’t sure. He suddenly felt nauseous.
“Well, I’m sorry anyway,” Logan said quietly, still fighting to apologize to the woman he constantly wanted to kill. “For everything that has happened to you today.”
Lyn looked up at him, obviously surprised, but before she could say anything Logan’s phone rang. He stared at her for a moment before turned away to stop the ringing.
“Hello?” He asked, sounding irritated. He wasn’t made at the caller so much as he was mad at himself for a large number of things. He silently hoped that whoever was on the other end wasn’t bringing him more bad news.
"Woah... you should have a better tone, Logan."
Logan chuckled and relaxed when he realized it was just Travis calling him down to dinner. He hung up the phone and turned to Lyn once more, but frowned at her blank face. It unnerved him not to know what she was thinking.
“Its time for dinner. Everyone is going to be there, so you should try to look a little happier.” As he spoke, Logan walked over to his small closet and shuffled around inside of it. Though his back was turned to her, Logan never lost sight of Lyn, just in case she decided to attack him even when she was lucid. “They’ll all be staring. It’s a pretty big event when we get a new member.”
Logan striped off his shirt, the collar of which was still wet with the blood from his neck. He rummaged through the closet a little while longer before shrugging and pulling out a random shirt. He turned back to Lyn as he pulled it over his head.
“May I?” Logan asked mockingly as he returned to Lyn’s side. His hand was outstretched as if to take hers, but in his palm were the dented handcuffs. Lyn glared at him and held out her right hand so he could snap it first around her wrist and then around his. Logan smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Shall we?”
By the time they reached the dining hall it was already filled with chatter. Logan scanned the room, taking in all the faces to make sure that everyone was there. Travis’s head was sticking out from behind the counter as he served plates with Dion not far behind him. In the opposite corner, the few children of the Highwind were huddled together over some game of cards under the guidance of Cole, who was the oldest of them. He beamed and waved to Logan when he saw him, but when his eyes fell on Lynn he looked confused. Logan subtly shook his head, and though Cole had no idea what that meant, he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut.
A hush fell over the room when its occupants noticed that the woman at Logan’s side was none they recognized. Without missing a beat, Logan smiled, waved with his free hand, and led Lyn to the front of the room. He nodded to Travis, who in turn nodded curtly and ran across the room. He came back a moment later dragging a table. Logan nodded again to him and turned to Lyn.
“Your podium awaits you, ma’am.”
Logan helped Lyn onto the table before clamoring onto himself, which was a little difficult with the handcuffs. Some conversations had picked up in the moments he was preparing, but now that Logan and Lyn towered above the others atop their makeshift stage they had everyone’s full attention.
“Good evening,” Logan greeted his crew, getting a similar greeting in response. He could feel the intensity of everyone’s gaze and the excitement in their voices. They knew something was up.
“Well, I I’ll start with the most obvious news.”Logan held up Lyn’s handcuffed hand, forcing her to wave. “This is Lyn. She is a new member of the Highwind crew. I hope you all accept her warmly and kindly. Pardon her if she doesn’t speak much, she is a little shy and has gone through a lot these past few days.”
Logan smiled widely at the warm smiles Lyn was receiving, but on the inside he was praying this didn’t backfire on him. Deciding Lyn had had enough attention, Logan waved to gather everyone again. His smile was true this time as excitement bubbled up within him. His eyes scanned through the crowd and he found Darius. He motioned for his friend to come over.
“Well, has anyone noticed lately that it’s about time we go on a raid?”


((( The last bit is realllllyyy rushed. Mom is kicking me off. Bells, I absolutely can't post anymore. Mom is yelling at me. Just have Darius explain the raid plans slightly and say they will give more details to whoever volunteers to go or whatever. UHG. THIS SUCKSSSS. )))  

[My Pearl Angel]

((rawr now that logan's introducted lyn dream needs to post for travis cuz brynn's pissed! lol))