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 Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 2:52 pm
➔ Armory
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 9:55 pm
  
★ At this Location: Kitchen, then War Room after time skip
★ Thinking About: I may have lost the cooking battle, but I will win this war of rescues!
★ While on Team: Alpha
The cooking competition in the kitchen proved to be a great distraction for Lyn, even if the friendly match put her against a newer Alpha, Luke. The addition of Esben and Julian did not deter her progress, it simply meant there were more people to try her food. Julian, however, both declined a seat and a sample of the foods cooked, so she supposed it would mean she wouldn't have to worry as much about cooking something someone wouldn't like. The first dish she produced for the judges did come a little after Luke's, but her pace was something she didn't intend to match. It was the quality of the food they were making, of course, that mattered more.
The judges all seemed content with the opening dish, though Daylia did note that there was a lack of meat in the dishes. "Oh, there's meat coming up! Just wanted to get your appetites worked for it, you know? Chef tactics!" she explained, only turning her head slightly to address Daylia before returning to her cooking. Gracie made a comment about taking on both Luke and Lyn as her own personal chefs, something that made Lyn smile, but didn't turn around. "Greedy!"
Lyn had put some thought into the second dish, Daylia's comment about meat giving her a note to ponder. Seasoned oven-roasted chicken seemed like a nice dish. It wasn't complex by any means, so she didn't have to worry about screwing up. Once she got herself going into it, she tried to tune out Luke's movements, attempting to ignore her competitor's methods and dish so that she wouldn't to slow down and take a peek.
Despite not wanting to try and match Luke's pace in cooking, the announcement that came through their comms for fitting of their new uniforms came through, and Lyn pouted at the news. Her dish needed a little more work before she was done, but it was mostly just presentation stuff. She'd have to rush to make sure they had some of her dish before they left. The chicken had a little more to go before it finished cooking in the oven, so it was only a matter of placing the chicken on the respective plates, adding parsley as a garnish and making sure all the pieces were sliced and seasoned just right. Gracie's words, asking if their competition could be put on hold to go in for fitting of new uniforms, made her slump just a little in her spot. “Well...I guess I needed more time...unless you guys want chicken that's 4 minutes short of proper cooking time. Spare me, Luke!” she said aloud, bringing a spare pan up to face as a shield against the imaginary death Luke would impose on her, for the loss in the cooking competition. “I demand a rematch in the future! But until then...you mind if I have one of your sandwiches? They look pretty good...”
-------------------Blazing Fast Time Skip-----------------------
In the one month that passed, Lyn did her best to be the best social butterfly Charlotte wanted her to be. The Alphas were full of the friendly sort of people, despite a few demure ducks, and fewer rude rabbits. Gracie and Daylia were good company to run into time and time again, and she would have liked them being on the Alphas with her, but the Omegas were lucky to have sweet gals like them. Her charm and friendliness, magically infectious as they were, made it easy to befriend those who could stand her aura of happiness (which could sometimes more closely resemble a raging fire of emotion).
However, Lyn's permanent room was shared with her adoring and personal idol, Charlotte. It did not take much thought for the younger twin to choose her sister as her roommate, Lyn stating it would be “just like old times!”. Charlotte was most likely the only person who knew how to handle Lyn when sharing a room with her. And it wasn't like she'd be stuck with her all day: Charlotte would find brief recesses from her energetic sister every once in a while to visit another Alpha that she became fast friends with, Aspen. Aspen's craving for adventure melded well with Lyn's bubbly nature, something the pyro was thankful for since she liked spending time with the fellow Alpha. Lyn was not stranger to sometimes spending free time with her new Alpha friend in her room...much to the dismay of Aspen's roommate, Peyton. The Omega wasn't the easiest person to approach, and there were times when Peyton was nearly driven up a wall by the dynamic duo's antics. Still, she never really kicked Lyn out either, even when Lyn insisted on sleeping over in her room. Lyn could tell she was rubbing off on Peyton, and eventually, the three of them would be hot trio of the base.
But, despite how well she meshed with Aspen, Lyn's affections were spent on her loving elder twin. She could spare a night with her Alpha bestie, but would find her way back to her own room to shower her sister in sisterly affection that had built up since their day long separation. In fact, presently, the only person she could she herself rooming with was Charlotte. Hence, why she felt a pillow hitting her early this morning, eliciting a grumpy groan from the groggy twin. She sat up, hair disheveled from constant nuzzling into her pillow, giving her elder sister a pout. Charlotte waking her was necessary, since no communicator could do what her sister could do easier. Still she was able to get the tail end of the information coming from her team leader, so as Charlotte moved around to get herself ready (the Omegas were told not to be in uniform), Lyn smacked her lips in an effort to get herself awake, taking longer to get herself moving. By the time she started pulling on her uniform, Charlotte was already making her out of their room, but not before she left some parting words to Lyn. Although still fighting the crumbs of sleep from her eyes, Lyn responded with a genuine smile. “Have fun doing...whatever you're doing. We'll swap stories when we get back, promise!”
Clad in her uniform, Lyn bounced into the War Room with pep back into her step, little to no evidence that she had been asleep not too long ago. Except the yawn the escaped her just now. Well, it was a close enough effort.
She listened as the situation was explained by both her team leader and Scott Summers, Lyn rubbing her hands together to warm herself up (a small flame engulfed her hands). Lyn was, by nature, against hurting people with her powers, so the intention of this mission being rescue, with lethal force only necessary for self defense, was a boon to her. She nodded at her instructions, looking around the room to familiarize herself with those she'd be going with. If her memory was to be trusted, it was: Marcel, Bianca, Thomas, Leonardo, Tara, Kat, Aspen, and Julian. If she wanted to be professional, she'd have remembered them by codename, but she was still a ways away from settling into a combat mindset. Still, she knew some of these people quite well, including her current Alpha sleepover buddy, Aspen.
She might have walked up to Aspen to get some friendly chatter out, but Lyn caught the look on her face. It was...unlike what she was used to seeing on her face. Up until now, Lyn had grown accustomed to the cheer, but mission-mode Aspen looked so...different. The pyro couldn't bring herself to come up to her now, lest she break whatever mindset Aspen might be trying to lock herself. Instead, she focused back on her hands and molded the fire around them into different sizes, limbering up her pyrokinesis. Bella had given them a few minutes until they headed out, so she decided to play the good solider route, and spend this time preparing herself, rather than chatting it up. Despite that being what she wanted to do.
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2014 6:01 am
  Name: Narcissa "Cissa" Grace
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Central Park--->Columbus Circle Shopping Center 
She could feel the size shifter smile, rather than see it, the subtle sense of awareness causing her breath to catch momentarily in her throat. The sun goddess still wasn’t used to feeling phantom emotions that she could scarcely recognize. Trying to separate what came from Aren and what stemmed from herself was getting more and more difficult… Warm fingertips ran down the length of his arm, trying to soothe away anything that irritated him. “It matters little…If he hasn’t learned…He will.”, Narcissa responded coolly, her tone ambiguous.
The blond bombshell had mixed feelings when it came to Roland. There was the need to teach him, to push him to do better, to force him to excel… But there was also another layer of consciousness that threaded through her sense of responsibility. It wasn’t fear… But it was enough that it caused her to keep her best friend at arm’s length.
Emma’s intrusion caused Narcissa’s expression to harden, blue eyes growing cold as ice. The story that she wove about the Leion shaped doppelganger that stood not three feet from her didn’t do a thing to improve her mood. If anything her countenance grew darker, lips pressing into a thin line. She wanted to break something… Burn something—but neither urge had any outlet.
For a moment it seemed as if something horrible would escape her…But just as quickly she turned to stone. Compartmentalization was a necessity. Just as she’d done time and time again, she locked everything away that she couldn’t deal with in that moment. Narcissa hid the hurt and disbelief in the recesses of her mind, refusing to let it touch her heart. She would be perfection… Not a flaw in sight.
They all found their quarters easily enough, and it wasn’t long before she found herself at the mercy of one of her team members. Narcissa couldn’t fully sort through all the reasons their growing relationship was wrong—Nor could she bring herself to stay away. Aren had become the center of her universe without warning… How did one suddenly cope with a revelation like that? Especially not when she’d been determined to avoid any kind of silly, girlish dreaming. Relationships were for people who had the time to make them work. She didn’t have that luxury.
Narcissa feared she wouldn’t be able to effectively manage the Omega’s and protect them; Not if she was overly concerned with Aren. More than anything, she needed to keep him safe.
The wolfish response that he delivered caused her reservations to melt, her body returning to his arms faster than her mind could accept the muted warning. One last time… One last time… They couldn’t keep doing this. It wasn’t fair to either of them. It couldn’t continue... Even though it felt like forever, it simply wasn’t meant to be. Naki had told her plainly…
They were from two different worlds. Oil and water. Eventually Aren would return home to the reservation where he belonged. It was a peaceful place that she’d already marred and scorched with the removal of the Shadow King. His home had forgiven her that, had thanked her for that, but she couldn’t help but feel a tangible amount of guilt. This was the third time the creature had run through her ranks… He might not have followed them; But their paths seemed destined to cross. She was a danger to him, and everyone else.
If only Aren didn’t erase her apprehensions and worries with something as small as a smile…She might have been able to hold on. He made her feel precious, light headed, as if everything was exactly how it should be. He let her forget the rest of the world, and as she accepted that gift, she also tried to remind herself that what they had couldn’t last...
Sooner or later he would disappear to a place she couldn’t follow.
She laughed when Aren suggested that they skip the meeting, allowing him to pull her close, as he had what felt like a thousand times before. Narcissa didn’t bother moving right away, cheek resting softly against his chest. “It won’t be your line if I get bloody demerits for being late…”
Narcissa could picture it now; something most horrible for punishment. Like cleaning, or worse, cooking. Worse than THAT….Alpha-Sitting. Being forced to watch Alpha training sessions for ‘educational’ purposes was quite possibly the most grueling form of punishment she could imagine.
They kissed… And no matter how many times it happened, it always felt like the first. Stars fell, crashing hopelessly into the sea—Or at least they would have, had she not pulled away. His voice cracked, and she exhaled slowly, trying to remember why she couldn’t simply do as he bid her. It took every ounce of self-control not to slip back in bed… “Please see my previous sentence about demerits.”
“She’s in a mood… You don’t want to see a sudden gender separation in the dorms any more than I do.”, Narcissa slipped away after that, gracefully pulling herself into a standing position. She hurried out the door after that, feeling her knees grow a little weak when he metaphysically called to her… That was cheating. And cruel. Raising her comm to her lips she switched to his line and snarled out one word. “a*****e.”
She tried to put her usual vehemence behind the word, but it was weak. To her horror the insult almost sounded like a cheeky little pet name.
Her eyes rolled at the notion of a ‘pet name’ and she cringed. She had never been one to call her S.O. ‘muffin’. God and Queen, please strike her dead long before that happened.
Felix’s response caused her to sigh heavily as she walked briskly through the halls, expensive heels clicking on the flooring. “You’re a bloody idiot.”
Some of her frustration with Felix might have been colored by her current agitation with her inability to separate herself from the deliciously rumpled man she’d woken up next to… But that was neither here nor there. Felix was an idiot, though prior experience had told her he was an occasionally likable idiot.
If only he didn’t hang around pond scum known as Ruthie for extended periods of time. Once again she was left wondering why all of her Omega males seemed to find kryptonite in the Alpha women. Was it the damsel in distress scenario that appealed to them?
Pigs, the lot of them.
Once she got to the Armory she dutifully listened to Emma and gave the Omega’s the basic details. The flaxen haired brit watched them scurry about and match up like eleven year olds in primary education, fighting the urge to bark out orders. They were taking too long. Her critical eye noted that some also acted like animals at the watering hole. Some sought out powerful partners, others sought out the pretty ones. Feeling Aren at her side, she had to stifle the urge to let her fingertips brush against his. The lack of contact left her feeling unsettled. Cold, for lack of a better word.
She didn’t like to be cold.
Blue eyes were pale and chilled as they swept over the man, a muted look of irritation on her features. If was as if it were the first time she’d seen him that morning, a single eyebrow raising at the quote on his shirt. “Really, Aquene?”
Honestly, she could care less what the block lettering spelled out—But she had serious doubts about the thread count.
It was clear that the garment belonged on the floor.
Glaring pointedly at the Native American, an expression she was known for, she ignored him entirely as she turned to observe the rest of her team. There were plenty of things to be mindful of and exploit as soon as humanly possible… Roland standing separately from Kerrigan; Leion 2.0 standing off to the side… Felix pairing up with Peyton…
Kerrigan’s choices didn’t surprise her entirely; Infact, she gave the trio a nod of approval. Their collective blood was so fresh that she could nearly smell ‘newbie’ all over them. Her ginger snap second in command could easily show them the ropes and keep them out of trouble—Saving her the headache.
Absently she noted that Blake had returned, pairing with Charlotte… Of course, he went with the most well-endowed doe in the area. Clearly, her opinion of him wasn’t very high. That brought her back to her initial thought….Why wasn’t he an Alpha yet? Emma had mentioned that he’d requested a transfer back when they’d first arrived. Everything about him screamed white hat blue blood.
Narcissa didn’t need any more cowboys—She needed soldiers.
And apparently Indians, but that was beside the point.
It was impossible not to have seen Dominik on the base in the past month… And impossible for her NOT to know he was cleared to travel with the Alpha’s for a mission. It was going to take her weeks to power wash the scent of do-gooder off of him. His habitual placement with one of the blonde pups on the team was bad enough… But finding out last, was the absolute worst. Guthrie had informed Frost, who had promptly televised the decision directly into her cranium.
Cowboys, and newbies, and turncoats—‘Oh my’. Bloody wonderful.
After a few minutes the leader of the Omega’s began to get impatient. She waited for no one—Not even for pairings for a rescue operation. It was THEIR fault they were relegated to this type of mission in the first place. “Enough. These kids could be dead by the time you lot decide to hold hands with.”
Pointing at Magda and Orchid, having heard Anima’s question, she ended the question with an order. “The two of you are together.”
Her eyes also found Daylia and Emlen and she nodded towards the two of them, pointing with two fingers. They’d been pretty chummy, so she couldn’t see any protests out of them. “Pair up.”
“Leion and Roland—I don’t really think I have to explain. Spank your inner moppets, make out, whatever you have to do to get over yourselves. Work it out and work together, or you’ll be spending so much time with one another in the Danger Room that people will think you’ve both died.”, Narcissa ordered, blue eyes flashing white for a moment as she sealed the command. Any criticisms would be met on deaf ears, considering she was already waltzing towards Gateway.
Though, anyone stupid enough to criticize her choices out loud would do well to pick up a gun from one of the racks, load it, and shoot themselves. It would be less painful.
Narcissa didn’t particularly like the wrinkled tiny man, but he was their Taxi service to and from safe haven. Even the Red Queen wasn’t stupid enough to piss off someone that could drop her in Antarctica on a whim.
“We’re ready when you are.”, she spoke plainly, elegant fingers resting delicately on curving hips. “I don’t expect this to take long… Be ready for our return.”
Where Narcissa seemed like she might have been full of herself… This was a joke. Considering all they’d done and accomplished without the Senior X-Men micro managing their activities—It was an insult.
Gateway nodded at the fiery blond woman before him an opened a portal with a mere thought. Without waiting, she walked through, finding herself in an empty area of Central Park. The weather was fair, though there was a bite in the air that suggested snow might appear in the next few weeks or so. Some of the Omega’s might have brought a light jacket, but for Narcissa there really wasn’t any need.
Looking down at the grass she quickly walked out of it, finding a patch of sidewalk. Thankfully the ground was hard enough that she hadn’t sunk, but she wasn’t going to dirty up a pair of heels when she didn’t have to. It was a senseless crime of fashion to have muddy pumps. Looking around for anyone that might see them, it seemed that the chill kept too many people from being in the park. As her team exited the portal, she nodded towards the Columbus Circle Shopping Center.
She knew of it, but she’d never shopped there—It was about as trendy as her grandmothers closet. “Everyone split between the four entrances and two side exits. We meet back here in two hours—with our mission complete. Failure is not an option. Comm’s on silent, abilities only if there’s no other way.”, she spoke quietly, just loudly enough for her team to hear.
“As far as the rest of the world knows you’re happy shoppers… Play the part. Don’t stand out.”, she finished off, putting her arm smoothly through Aren’s. She had spent quite abit of time playing the dumb blonde trophy in her earlier years… This wouldn’t be any different. Just laugh when needed, flip her hair over her shoulder... Easy.
From there she turned towards the main gate—Trusting her team to spread out and begin their search. It shouldn’t be difficult, not while Emma was always watching security feed, trying to pick up their trail.
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2014 7:45 pm
Team: Omegas
Location: Armory || Central Park || Shopping Center
Thinking: Let's go to the Mall! Today!   Arriving at the armory, she smiled at those she knew, and took her place to listen to the mission that Emma laid before them. Given some of their previous missions, this one didn't seem too difficult, but she knew if she said it out loud it would only be inviting disaster. So, she kept quiet as they were instructed to pick teams, eyes initially flitting to Roland before searching through the crowds for who could use her help the most. It was a slightly difficult decision, but one she knew she needed to make as second-in-command of the Omegas.
As everyone started to break up into their small groups, Kerrigan eyes two of their newer recruits - a couple of guy best friends she'd seen around their training sessions. She smiled as she approached them to see if they minded her tagging along with them. Charlie was the first to welcome her, adding the caveat that she shouldn't slow them down. She knew that he was just joking around with her - at least she certainly hoped that was the case. His smile provided the confirmation she needed. "I'll do my best," she responded with a soft laugh as she took Christian's offered hand when he echoed her invitation to join them.
While her attention had wandered to some of the other groups forming, it was drawn back to her new group members when Charlie asked if she thought she would be able to keep up. It was always an awkward question for her to answer - on the one hand she was proud of her reputation as a fighter on the team, but on the other hand, she didn't want to come off as cocky.
"I think we'll be fine. If worse comes to worse, I'll protect you. I have a feeling you both aren't excluded from the gossip mill that is this Academy - reputations precede virtually everyone around here," she responded, tongue-in-cheek. So far, she was enjoying her group choice. The redhead smiled over to Cissa when she felt the girl's eyes on her, knowing that she would approve of the choice.
"What about you two? What makes you think you won't be the ones to slow me down?" From what she'd read in their filed, she really didn't think it would be a problem - they were green, true, but they wouldn't have been placed on the Omegas unless someone thought that they had the potential to succeed. By the end of today, Kerrigan would know just how much potential they really had.
It only took another minute or two for the blonde to distribute the remaining bodies into groups to her liking. Those that were new to the team would quickly learn - Omegas were expected to make decisions quickly or have the decision made for you. True, it wasn't exactly the kind of mission they were used to running, but lives were at stake, and that meant that there wasn't time for the traditional team-picking "dodgeball" style.
Gateway arrived to ferry them to their destination, opening a portal for them to pass through. Their leader lost no time in pushing ahead, the rest of the Omegas funneling in behind her as they arrived at Central Park. Kerrigan was glad that she'd worn a simple leather jacket - she envied her blonde best friend in that department. It was a nice day, however, and for that she was grateful.
Following her leader's gaze over to the shopping center, the redhead made sure to stick with her group as they surveyed the Shopping Center from afar, listening to Cissa instructions. Always the dutiful team member, the redhead switched her comm off at the girl's instruction, again thankful that she was able to blend in so easily when it came to these "incognito" missions.
She turned her attentions to her partners once more as they headed towards one of the entrances to the mall, putting on a joking smile, "Alright, so we need a sweet cover. I'm open to suggestions.""That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me. This one's a fighter."
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 8:27 pm
Esben Mateus Ness 
Where: New Base
Company: Alphas
Thoughts: First mission, here we go
Esben was a bit impatient for more food. Going hungry for sometimes days at a time meant that he wouldn't pass up nearly any chance to get even a small bit of food into his stomach. At the same time though, Hank McCoy's advice about not letting his impatience or animal instincts take over ran through his head and he reigned himself as much as possible as he sniffed at the many smells of the second course.
He did catch Lynette mentioning something about monkeys, but he didn't pay it any mind, mostly because she had trailed off afterwards. There were many things she could of been about to mention, anything from his looks to the fact he wasn't eating a banana. Truth is, he hated bananas because of the fact he was always taunted in school by the kids about it. Let's just say being forced down and having one banana after another stuffed down your face is not the best way to get him to like the fruit.
The more he heard about the Omega squad's leader, the more he understood why she had such a bad reputation. And the more he wanted to stay away from her. Singed fur is never a good smell, even if she isn't using fire to burn. Still, all the Omegas weren't as bad as she seemed to be, so even though they joked about being punished for associating themselves with the Alphas, he would consider them to at least be acquaintances. Maybe even friends if he was lucky.
-Let's do the Time Warp todaaaaay-
Esben was silent throughout the meeting. In truth, it was because this was the first meeting he had ever been on, and actually the first mission he has ever partaken in. Scott had briefed them about what the main objective was, and it sounded exciting. Go behind enemy lines, free prisoners, kick a** if necessary. It sounded like one of those action movies he used to watch with his Sensei back in California. And he was struggling a little bit to keep his focus on Scott talking. Go in, free the prisoners, and get out. Sounds simple. But anything can go wrong, as it usually does. It happened in action movies and it happens in real life. Everyone here had that happened before in their lives.
The floor was handed over to Isabella, and she embellished on what the plan was to get into the facility. He was excited to hear that he was being in the same group with her. Although he barely knew who was who, he in theory should be able to work well with them. The mentioning of an armory didn't matter to him. He had no training in handling firearms, and he was quite capable of holding his own in a fight. All he really needed was his staff, a telescopic titanium allow pole that he carried on his belt. Although he was still practicing with it, he knew how to use it and wasn't going to leave it here.
But if any Sentinels showed up, he's practically useless except as a distraction. He hoped it didn't come to that at all. Isabella gave them ten minutes before they would be ready to go. Esben took this time to get himself warmed up for the missions. Which in his case was stretching and other warm up exercises. Nobody wants to cramp up while running for their life. Or kicking someone in the face.
He was in the middle of pushups when he heard the called that they will be leaving in five minutes and he caught sight of Lynette sitting by herself, molding fire in her palms. In the month that he had gotten familiar with the Alphas, he always found Lynette to be quite the chatterbox, so seeing her calmly preparing for the upcoming missions was a complete 180 from what he was used to, He took this time to see what's up, flipping from doing pushups to standing as he walked over to her.
The simian mutant now stood next to her and leaned forward a bit, tilting his head to one side and raising an eyebrow in confusion before cracking a small grin, enough to show his pointed canines, "Well this is so unlike you Lyn," he finally said, "Everything okay?"
He may have a jovial air to him right now, but Esben was honestly a bit concerned. Was she feeling nervous? Contemplating what to do in certain situations? Was she scared? Whatever it was, at least someone was here to hear her out.
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2014 7:55 pm
Name: Leonardo Rossi
Team: Alphas
Location: War Room
Tread Lightly The songstress made a snarky remark about which one of them should concerned about wardrobe at a time like this. Leo couldn't help but smirk a little; that was the difference between him and a lot of other mutants – and the X-Men in general, really. "Of course I care – just in a different way."
He was always concerned about what he was wearing, and more importantly, if it was functional; aesthetics be damned. Even while not on a mission, he made sure that whatever he was wearing was combat-ready, in a sense. For far too long he had to be ready for anything, at a moment's notice. If he couldn't run a mile or take down a giant robot in whatever he was wearing, he was wearing the wrong clothes. That was one of the reasons why he didn't understand why women wore heels. They made absolutely no sense.
Their new uniforms were no different. Convenient to change into? Yes. Practical? Perhaps not so much. Being able to change in and out of the uniform would be useful perhaps for an urban environment, but anything other than that? Not to mention that facial recognition was getting more and more advanced – the domino masks wouldn't be able to hide their identities for long.
He gave a sigh that was perhaps a bit too heavy when Bella said that he was allowed to change out his uniform if he wasn't happy with it. "Why didn't you say so?" Now he was seriously considering going to change. They were about to leave though, so he wasn't sure if he'd have time to. Maybe if he rushed…
The concern as to whether or not the collars had the capacity to detonate remotely was explained away by Forge, who assured them that there was no way they could do that. Honestly, Leonardo was surprised at this. If he was thinking from their perspective, a fail-safe should have been installed. If one of them escaped… what was the most efficient way of dealing with it? He hated to think that way, but it was his best way of understanding the enemy. At least it was something they didn't have to deal with, but having to get the key would be troublesome, that's for sure.
His thoughts were knocked a bit out of place when he was bumped into Kat. He didn't need to have super-sharp ears to hear her comment – she made sure that he heard it. It took him a moment to process what she had said before he realized what the malicious shapeshifter meant by it. She used to be a spy, just like him. She would be able to see things that normal people wouldn't. With reflexes that seemed inhuman, Leo's hand forcefully gripped Kat's arm, trying to be as subtle as he could.
Leo's face was calm, yet his grip told a different story. It was iron-clad, there to accentuate the point he was about to make. Cool blue eyes stared into her gunmetal sapphire, pausing to make sure he had her attention. The temptation to crush her arm right then and there was tantalizing, but he once again had to remind himself of a certain blond that occupied the same room as them. Honestly, if it wasn't for Aurelie, they would have gotten into a fight by now. Or at the very least, Leo would have taken her down to the basement and questioned her harshly.
There was also the promise he made to Bella though – no more being the old Leo. The Leo that would have tossed a black hood over Kat's head, drugged her up, and chained her to a floor weeks ago.
"Tread lightly," was all he said, giving her a little nod before letting go of her arm. Before his reactions to her had been little more than just brushing them off, but now his intent was clear – I've got my eyes on you, Force.
Since they still had a little bit of time left, Leo slipped out of the room for a moment and switched back to his usual uniform. He didn't take his time like normal – he only checked everything twice.
When he came back into the room, he could see that Bella was eyeing Katerina, as if she was going to speak to her. The body language was there, as was the intent in her eyes. He was shaking his head at her, as if trying to tell her to stay out of conflict with the former Hydra agent, but the words were already coming out of her mouth by then.
Luckily, Kat was usually predictable in these types of situations. There would be a snarky comment, nothing serious. Probably something demeaning to Leo so she wouldn't have to admit inferiority in any way, shape, or form. It would definitely be a cold day in hell when Katerina finally dropped that cynical narcissism she had. Then again, it was probably drilled into her head as a kid – never accept failure, much less when someone is better than you at something.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 5:49 pm
L e i o nxxA. E v a n s ΩMEGα, LѺDεSTAℜ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇xxx Location: Armory
Thoughts: Know those feels  He really should have seen this coming, that damn woman was too observant of his behavior. She'd clearly noticed that Roland was the person he stayed farthest away from during training and meetings. Sure this world's Roland didn't seem like such a bad guy, but if he had to spend that much time with a guy he'd rather them not be straight. He said nothing but nodded at her declaration of Roland being his partner on the mission. Before he went through the portal, he stepped over to his partner and looked to the side "Look, I- I need to apologize for- about my first day here." He had been meaning to apologize when he had found out his mistake, but he had been too embarrassed to approach, though with them needing to remain undercover he didn't want to have any tension between them because he couldn't think things through.
After dealing with that he walked through the portal and into a large park in New York, he pulled up the hood of the admittedly light hoodie he had grabbed. He didn't get cold easily but too long out here and he may not need to pretend to be a happy shopper and buy some overpriced gloves. Though it was quite likely that he and Roland would more pull off surly guys who didn't want to be together, he wasn't sure what they'd be pretending to be to come off as two guys shopping happily together while not looking happy. He turned and waited for the burly man to follow through the portal to discuss their cover.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: Sun Nov 02, 2014 2:09 am
 
"Hell, we’re all damaged good here pretty much." Daylia said as she tossed a glance to Gracie. "That’s pretty much what makes up the X-Men." A small smile crossed her face. She had heard something about Gracie’s predicament, and although Daylia couldn’t say she had been through something like it, maybe knowing she wasn’t the only damaged one around could help.
Though as Luke seemed to question Gracie, D couldn’t help but speak up again in an attempt to have Gracie avoid her own issues. "Ya know, the death of half your family, being experimented on, being force out of your own home. s**t like that. It takes a toll on some people. Damages them in a way." Most of them had their own sad story to tell.
Though as the conversation turned towards the men of color on base Daylia couldn’t help but snap her fingers at Lyn. "That’s it!" Gracie had confirmed it as well. "Gotta’ be." Of course Daylia was actually pretty terrible with names, but hey it at least sounded close to her.
She nodded with Gracie as she pointed out what sanity got them. "Yeah, maybe if she threatened to cut ‘it’ off as he slept for doing stupid s**t, she wouldn’t be dealing with the head ache now." Why was that always her go to? Oh, because it was the man’s pride and joy, and what better way to hurt him than there? Another smiled crossed her lips as she thought about it. "Ya know, maybe I should do it for her, on the down low of course. Hell, I might even be able to get past that pesky armor." Of course she was only half joking, knowing that if he was any real threat to the redhead the sun queen would take care of him.
"Pretty much." Daylia said, agreeing with Luke. It was always good to air on the side of caution when dealing with the ‘red queen’ as he had called her. "Except you left out fiery. She can melt your skin clean off."
Daylia simply gave Gracie yet another grin, this one agreeing with her. It would be in bad form to leave a friend behind. But then again, it was all a bluff anyway. Hell, a killer would have to be out of their minds if they wanted to attack anyone here. She looked to Lyn for a moment before laughing. "Poor virgins. They get the raw end of the deal. They have to deal with clean up and living with the fact that they saw someone murder their friends." She paused for a moment. "That would suck."
"Hey, I’ve had food poisoning before. It’s not that bad." Daylia said with a shrug, of course the ‘not that bad’ was a bluff. "You get to stay in bed for a few days and skip out on classes." She flashed him a toothy smile.
------ Kitchen ------
The food competition was well underway, and Daylia couldn’t help but watch the two competitors. She was left to wonder what they thought about her eating habits. She was waiting on food to be cooked as she was enjoying a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The only thing that made her feel better was the fact Gracie and Lyn had accepted one as well, though with strawberry jelly. Something Daylia and Gracie argued about. "See, that’s how I feel about strawberry."
She watched as another man came in, of course he was more money than man. Luke seemed happy to have another man, but of course Daylia couldn’t help but poke more fun at him. He ignored the comment, and she couldn’t help but feel she may have struck another nerve. She gave a shrug, figuring it was best to toughen him up now.
Again Daylia wondered about food, asking about some exotic animals. "Honey, I don’t think women, or at least this woman, are meant to be understood by men." Men are far too simple most days. She added silently, holding back her thoughts from the rest of the group.
She shrugged in Gracie’s direction as she said the elephant might be tough. "Then make jerky out of it. I’m not that picky." She gave a slight chuckle. Of course she would never actually be serious about eating those animals.
Daylia couldn’t help but point out the imbalance in the room now having gotten Esben’s name and team. She gave Gracie a frown. "But I love these sweat pants." She whined, though the whine was cut off when Gracie elbowed her, nodding towards Esben. She couldn’t help but tilt her head to the side. "Me too… I don’t think I used them all…" She gave a half shrug before returning attention back to the cook off.
Lyn had served her soup and Luke his fried green tomatoes. They were decent, not something Daylia would immediately order out anywhere, but decent. Though Gracie seemed to be in love, and Esben liked it as well. Maybe Daylia was a little more picky than she had thought? She couldn’t help the request for meat.
Julian poofed in then, making the group grow yet again. He seemed strange, and was of course another newish face around the base. The Wizard of Oz quote echoed through her head, ’My, people come and go so quickly around here.’
"Meatttttt" Daylia whined as Lyn promised it would be coming. She couldn’t wait to see what that dish would be.
Luke had finished with his second dish then, sliding it to them. He rattled off the list of ingredients. "Aww, Luke, how did you ever know I liked my steak cooked that way?" She asked before taking a bite, and reveling in the meaty goodness that was to be had.
Gracie spoke then, asking if it was a good stopping point. Daylia shook her head, cheeks stuffed with the meaty goodness. "I don’t want to leave the fooooddddd." She whined after choking down the bite she had. Lyn had said that her dish still needed a little time, and of course Daylia could give it to her, after all she didn’t want to eat raw meat.
Daylia gave a rough sigh as she slid off the stool. "I know this new suit is just going to give me a wedgie." She said as she pouted. Though after a moment she snatched up what was left of her sandwich. "And I’m taking this with me." She added defiantly.
------ Time Skip ------
Daylia couldn't help the groan that escaped her lips as she rolled over in her bed. She heard the announcement sound from the com on her wrist. Mission day. It had been a month or so since the move, and Daylia still didn't feel like she was settled in. She stretched before getting up to change out of her pajamas. Civilian clothes. Why did she have to say the word 'civilian'? Why couldn't it just be 'street clothes'? It made her feel alienated from the rest of the world, making her wonder if it was ever possible for her to fit back in.
She moved quickly, not wishing to be late, and chose a black t-shirt and a pair of dark denim jeans before pairing it with a pair of black sneakers. It pained her to leave her flip flops, but considering it was a mission of sorts... A blown out shoe from running was not something that she needed. On her way out she also grabbed a zip up hoodie and slung it over her arm.
Daylia arrived to the armory shortly before the meeting began, her blue gray orbs searching out Gracie instantly. The two had become buds, sharing in each other’s misery of being stuck underground. Of course she had spotted a few others in her search, like Kerri, Roland, Aren but they all seemed to be otherwise occupied. "Hey." Daylia started shortly, her voice a whisper. "I miss much yet? Or just the icy glares because we can't teleport?" It was probably unwise to make the joke, but she just couldn't help herself.
Her eyes went to the front of the room as the mission details were dished out. She watched the pictures and listened to the story. She couldn't help the small pang she felt. Everything had been taken from them, much like the rest of the people here in the underground base. So they were to try and persuade these kids to come with them? Wasn't this more of an Alpha thing? Her eyes went around the room, taking in some of their big hitters. Yeah, this seemed more like an Alpha thing.
Daylia didn't even think it needed to be stated that her and Gracie would be a pair. A brow rose in Cissa's direction as she pointed them out. Apparently other people had taken note of them hanging together."'Kay" Daylia said simply. She couldn't help but wonder how Cissa would handle the two kids. There was only one real way she could see it going 'Get in the jet now. I mean now.' and of course finished with some threat of being cooked alive.
It wasn't much longer before the portal was opened and everyone began to file though. There was a n** in the air on the other side of the portal, causing Daylia to throw her jacket on. She took a moment to look around as the last minute orders were dished out. A small sigh passed her lips, as once again she began to miss her second home, the home they had to flee so everyone could remain safe.
With hands in her pockets she turned to Gracie and flashed her a smile. "I want a pretzel." They were supposed to blend in after all, and what better way to blend in than get something from the food court, or shop?
Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Kitchen ----> On Mission
Ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ: Foodddddd ----> Are we allowed to shop? I mean, it'll look strange if we don't...
Ｗｉｔｈ: Gracie, Luke, Lyn, Esben, Julian. ----> Gracie
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)( I'm sorry if it feels choppy, I was trying to cut down on the post for the time skip... I feel like I did a horrid job. If you feel like I missed something important, please let me know. )(
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 7:18 pm
 
A smile wormed its way into her features when Daylia stated that most of the team members were damaged in one way or another, just after Luke had asked what she meant by that. "I beg your pardon miss." She teased, unable to fully pretend as though she were offended. "I am perfectly undamaged..." A snicker simultaneously twined with her words. "I prefer the term 'gently used.' I refuse to be placed on the reject shelf and sold at a discounted rate." Only Daylia would have a hope in understanding what she meant about her own past, despite the rumors, she'd been pretty quiet about her own troubles. A few years ago, she'd been on the teams and had made a promising member; she had fought to retain that image. "But on your team, Luke... there are a number of spazzes. You'll see soon enough as a lot of them like to air out their dirty laundry."
Her redheaded friend went on to explain some of the troubles and Gracie shrugged. "You also have bad breakups between team members, fights like the one today... People who are too shy to even whisper their name.... Those are the ones I worry about, because obviously they are a little too delicate to be fighting the good fight on a team without being crushed."
The conversation shifted toward Luke being a minority and everyone struggled to remember the other guy's name. Given that he was on the Alphas, Gracie hadn't paid much attention. "It hardly seems fair though. Why do they get two token black guys? Isabella's hogging them." Her mouth formed a frown as she looked Luke up and down then, contemplating their options.. "I think Cissa would take him." She observed with a tilt of her head.
Luke had mentioned shaving her head, and Gracie felt the color drain from her face at the thought as she clutched her precious locks. He seemed shocked at how strong a reaction she'd given, and as he did his best to cover his tracks, an impish grin took hold of her expression. "Mmkay." She said in so saccharine a tone the poor boy might have gotten whiplash. No doubt he couldn't have been used to the mood swings that came with hanging with them. "D... he thinks my hair is pretty." She murmured, doing her best to sound as if she swooned. Poor, poor guy. He made things too easy for the vixen to poke at him.
Daylia had feigned offense when Gracie informed Luke and Lyn that Kerri was probably the safest of the Omega women. Of all of them, she seemed the most down to earth, put together member of the team. But after the hex manipulator pointed out where being nice had landed her, Daylia fell back to wanting her insanity. "She's too nice for that... plus you know... she might still have use for him having it." Wrinkling her nose, she made it obvious she didn't approve.
Both of the Omegas informed their new acquaintances that it would be best for them to avoid Narcissa, as it was the safest practice for Alphas. She only tolerated those who had proven useful; neither of these two had been given the chance. "Or burn a hole completely through it."
Sympathetically, the dark haired beauty nodded along to her friend's observation. "Agreed. Don't put me down for that role." She said as a response to the virgins in their conversation. "Granted..." Gracie trailed off then, a grin following directly after, stating what she didn't have to.
They talked more about food, and she nearly snorted when D said that food poisoning wasn't so bad. "I don't remember bed.... I spent forty-eight hours worshipping the porcelain gods." Normally dainty features contorted into something akin to distaste as she recalled the last time her intestinal fortitude failed her.
------ Kitchen ------
"Strawberries are great, D... just wait... I'll convert you." She said, taking a more than modest bite of her own sandwich. "Grape doesn't even taste like grapes..." If this was the most serious argument they ever had, their friendship would last forever.
Another guy came in while the competition was well under way, but neither Lynette or Luke seemed to let another portion to serve slow them down. Gracie made a motion about the kid's tail when his back was turned, and the molecular manipulator seemingly agreed with her. Even among mutants, there were weirdos. Prehensile tails with fur definitely constituted as off the charts in odd.
"Oh Daylia, sweetie... you're like a lot of our team... no one - regardless of gender - is supposed to understand you. Except me of course, but that should go without saying." She flipped a curtain of dark hair up playfully then, striking a sassy pose to accompany the point she was making. Daylia said she could eat a whole elephant with as hungry as she was, but Gracie didn't find anything found on a safari appealing to her pallet. "Eh... I think I could probably try jerky." She deliberated after a moment. "But that would take too long."
Esben was sadly another Alpha to the room, and Emlen jokingly feared that Narcissa would choke on the smell of the team when they saw her next. Somehow, she always knew when one of her team had been consorting with the enemy. They decided they'd need to burn their clothes later, and Daylia lamented the loss of her sweats. "We'll order you new ones."
It was about that time that the appetizers for round one were done, and Gracie loved the flavors of each. She leaned more toward the tomatoes though, recalling fond memories of home as she nibbled on them. "Tastes like Georgia." She said, letting the vegetables melt in her mouth as Julian popped into the kitchen out of thin air. Gracie nodded appreciatively, but her attention was soon snagged by laughing at her friend's request for some protein. Both Luke and Lyn offered the newcomer a seat at their proverbial table, but he politely declined, claiming he needed to watch his figure. "Oh hell... I just figure, eat what I want, do extra Pilates later." She said with a grin.
She'd asked if he'd made someone angry, which really stood as a rhetorical question,, given how he'd purposefully dropped his comm into a glass of water. "I'm good at those." The Georgia belle remarked. "Loaded always produces the most interesting answers. So I'll assume by the bubbling water that someone's yelling at you... the question is, is it deserved?" With a cocked eyebrow, she raised a glass to her lips and waited for the story.
Luke slid some steak to them, but Gracie rounded back to the appetizer to finish it off while Daylia dug in. "Everything's delish so far." She encouraged, her accent elongating the r's in her words.
As she bit into the main course, she threatened to steal Luke and Lyn from the Alphas just to have him be her personal cook. "I can pay well." She promised with a wink. "Greedy? Perhaps... One of you'll just need to free your schedule to be at my beck and call for when I want some southern comfort foods." The hex generator stated loftily.
An announcement sounded then, informing the students that new suits were in order, and that Beast was waiting for them for fittings. Deciding team stuff ranked higher than a friendly competition, she asked if it was a good time to break. "I am going to need to digest some of this to have room for the next course anyway." She said with a smile, snickering when Daylia mentioned getting a wedgie. "Only you would think of that at a time like this."
"And don't worry, Lyn dear.... I'll want to see this competition to the end. We'll come back once we get fitted. After all, I've not gotten my red velvet cupcakes yet."
------ Time Skip ------
Time had passed rather quickly, and the longer she stayed underground, the more secure, the more like herself she felt. She'd integrated herself back into the ranks of a team more fluidly. Here, underground, he surely wouldn't be able to reach her thoughts, color her opinions or call her back. Here, she felt at home... unlike many of the others. This said, she missed being able to go shopping or going to a movie. On numerous occasions, she'd set Luke to the task of preparing her and Daylia popcorn to emulate the real deal... because despite what the boxes said, it tasted nothing like the cinema. In return, he'd been invited to their scary movie nights. Thus far, she'd not given up on making him an Omega.
Going back out into the world caused a twitter of trepidation when she awoke; it'd make her vulnerable again, in a way that she was unsure if Emma's lessons had properly prepared her for. Not for the first time, she wished she'd had a few more sessions with the Headmistress.
Sighing as she glanced at the full length mirror that hung on her closet door, Emlen smoothed the black babydoll top for a final time. She looked like a normal college student, skinny jeans painted on and disappearing into some black uggs. While it wasn't her normal style, it'd at least keep her warm. Making sure not to be late, she grabbed a matching clutch and headed to the rendezvous point. She listened carefully as their task was explained - Narcissa's aggravation with the situation obvious when she addressed the team.
As Daylia made her way into the room, Gracie waved her over. "Just Cissa's frustration that the Alphas got the cooler assignment." She whispered back. Narcissa officially paired them together, and she linked arms with her partner. "Right." With that, she followed Daylia through the portal, sucking in a breath of air when the chill hit her.
The first thing D mentioned when they adjusted to the new environment caused mirth to spread through her. "Always food with you." She giggled, shaking her head incredulously. "If I keep up with your eating habits for long, I'm going to get fat." She joked, already pulling her along to the food court.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 7:32 pm
Roland Chevalier
Location: Gateway/NYC
Thoughts: What is this a buddy-cop movie? The brute stood off in the corner, not paying much mind to most other than Kerrigan. He smiled gently at the redhead, being careful not to give too much away to the rest of the team. This was mission time, something his redheaded beauty was a big part of. She was the right-hand woman of Omega team, of all things that needed to happen was to see the second-in-command getting cozy with the self-titled "a*****e" of the team. He knew where he stood at this point, and while he himself didn't care too much, he cared because of her. She was probably the best thing in his life, for whatever reason she found in him that made him worthwhile. The questioning as to why she was with him gnawed away at him with ravenous curiosity. But he refused to let that insecurity get the best of him. Not right now. He needed to be focused on the mission: finding these mutant siblings and bring them to the bunker. He stood there calmly, waiting to see just who in the world he was going to be assigned with. And speak of the goddamn devil… Of course he was going to be partnered with Leion, the ******** nut. The guy tackles him, a month later he’s being paired with him. His assailant stammered out an apology, to which he had to smirk. “Relax, I’m over it. Besides, I wouldn’t know where to hide your body.” He let the guy think on that, if he was actually serious. Before stepping into the portal, he walked over to Kerrigan, gently kissing her across the cheek. “Good luck.” he said to her gently, giving the men in her group a once over. They’re new, she’ll take care of them he thought to himself. He walked through the portal, stepping out into Columbus Circle with his partner. “So what’d you have in mind for a cover? I can speak a few languages, go with the whole foreign exchange student kind of deal. Your call.” he said to his partner, unzipping his jacket to let the cool air flow through him. It felt nice, the material in his shirt breathed beautifully.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 9:02 pm
  armory/central park ✖ watch your step↴xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
omegaxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxPeyton’s redheaded roommate found some humor in their comm messages, and the blonde smirked after hearing the girl comment on the Alphas being boring and suggesting they have some fun. “Well, we need someone to kick around.” she replied. They were all pretty pathetic, Aspen being an exception of course. She doubted her friend would think she was lumping her in with the rest of the Alphas. While Aspen maybe wore the same blue as the rest of them, she had the advantage of being in Peyton’s good graces, and therefore could do no wrong in the blonde’s eyes. It was just a shame that a certain buffoon hadn’t been assigned to the blue team. Maybe they could trade him for Aspen?
The redhead did her morning meditation and had some breakfast while Peyton got ready - Hair, make-up, and lastly… the outfit. She’d decided on what to wear just in time for Aspen to offer her half and apple and an animal cracker. It brought an adoring smile to the blonde’s face and she happily took them from the girl. It was probably a good idea to have some nourishment before a mission.“Thanks, you’re the best.” she stated definitively. Of everyone on base, Aspen was easily her closest friend, and possibly the only person that the gymnast fully trusted. There were others who she really had no reason to distrust, but when push came to shove, Aspen was the only one that she knew would have her back without a doubt.
As they left their room, Peyton couldn’t help voicing her thoughts, “This might be a good opportunity to make Julian pay.” she suggested to her friend. The teleported wasn’t on good terms with either of them at the moment, and since they weren’t on the same team there were no times that they were forced to be around each other - so that she could scream at him… or slap him. Honestly she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do to him at this point. Over time, her fury had dulled to a lot of anger, but she was definitely still angry at him. He’d made himself scarce since intentionally pissing them off. He knew exactly what he was doing.
The time came for them to each meet with their own team. Peyton wished her friend good luck with that before they parted ways. It was clear enough that Aspen didn’t care much for her team, she didn’t make a secret of it.
Being one of the first to arrive, Peyton had watched the others filter into the space. The mission was explained and they were told to pair up. She looked around to see what her options were. Nothing too appealing. She couldn’t help noticing how Roland and Kerrigan failed to team up. She really hoped it was because their relationship was falling apart, and not some other stupid reason. Though she hadn’t gotten over the redhead’s interference, and the punishment she’d been slapped with, Kerrigan was still way too good for the big oaf. Nobody deserved to be with that. The only possible exception was Tara, she doubted the geokinetic cared what she slept with anyway.
Earthy gaze had fallen on two of the newcomers to the team, a duo of attractive men. But before she could decide whether or not she really wanted to team up with them, she noticed none other than Kerrigan beelining for them. And before she could even turn her stare to the others left without partners, an arm draped over her shoulders.
Irritation began bubbling when she saw who it was attached to. Who else but the obnoxious speedster? His claim that the two boys she had been watching didn’t seem like ‘her type,’ was met with a roll of the eyes. ’ “Oh yeah? And what would you know about my type?” Her gaze fell on his face with an utterly unimpressed expression when he decided that they would be mission buddies since she ‘loved him so much.’
She had been about to spit an insult at him and walk away when he mentioned her run-in with Roland. “Next time I’ll make sure his girlfriend isn’t there to protect him. He really deserved more than he got.” It was the answer he was given when he asked if she would do it again. While she didn’t necessarily think he was expecting an actual answer to it, she felt it deserved one. And since she couldn’t stand the guy, she would be happy to blow him around. The greatest part was that the “tough guy” hadn’t so much as told her to stop it. He’d clearly been her target, his girlfriend had taken the brunt of the blow, threatened them, and she’d even taken digs at their relationship. And Roland didn’t even have the spine to confront her. What a ******** coward.
Felix offering help, though…? Was he really that big of a fan, or was this just going to be another way to get under her skin? She was skeptical, but they did seem to have this in common - they both hated Roland. She decided to keep an open mind about it for now. “I suppose we can work together for one mission…” she agreed hesitantly. Beside that, Narcissa had already gone around and paired up the stragglers. Hopefully she wouldn’t end up regretting this.
The next thing he said - whispered really - intrigued her. “You think so?” she questioned curiously. She had no idea what he had in mind, how they could be useful to each other.
“You’re going to have to prove it to me.”
As the portal opened and the others stepped through, Peyton found herself still irritated in the fact that she had to peruse a mall with Felix of all people. True, it could have been worse, but he was still obnoxious. Her interest in his prior statements was the only reason she would put up with him at all.
They walked through the portal and found themselves in Central Park. Narcissa acknowledged the team once more, they were to split between the exits, and not fail. Divide and conquer. No comms, no abilities if it could be helped, and play the part of happy shoppers.
Peyton turned to her partner for the mission “You better keep me happy, Felix. I’m a terrible actress.” the slightest hint of a smirk seasoned her features before she turned to lead them to one of the mall’s entrances.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 9:40 pm
  In a fantasy setting, it can be considered a good idea to NOT wake the sleeping werewolf by throwing a shoe at it, lest one risk a dangerous situation. Charlie would not find himself in such a dangerous situation, for not only was Christian especially lenient on his Arizona friend, but he wasn't a bad morning wolf in the first place. The only negative response he would give to the action would be a loud snort, wiping his chin and mouth for any traces of drool he might have let loose in his sleep (thankfully, he was particularly dry this morning). He still let out a yawn that would be more fitting a wild animal, stretching his back and core to limber up correctly. The lightheaded feeling that ensued shortly after would not discourage him from doing it again the next morning.
Out of the pair, his friend was definitely faster when it came to getting ready. Christian would have been content to simply walk out of the room in his sleeping attire and hair still sticking out, but he was undergoing a program to try and avoid this desire by some of his friends. So, as Charlie was nearing his the end of his 'getting ready' routine, Christian started his. It would have been that much slower due to his sleepiness, if the Alpha's Katerina hadn't rang in to remind the wolf not to screw up in today's mission. Her presence in the past month had more than just a simple passing “hello”. She had her designs, which always seemed to be more than she would let on. There was a mutual interest, of course, but to what it actually was, Christian couldn't give an clear answer. There was a back and forth testing between the two shifters, two animals caught in a staredown and unsure of what the other would do other than to circle each other.
Whatever this thing they had going on, it had the effect of speeding him through his morning routine with Kat's words. He gave Charlie a shrug as fitted his shirt on his torso, hoping that would suffice as his explanation for his quickened pace.
It worked for the most part, as they found themselves in the armory much faster than Christian's late awakening previously alluded to. Big-Boss-Woman Emma gave them a rundown of the mission, and the pair skipped looking for new people as they absorbed the info and understood what it meant: no transforming for Christian, and little challenge for Charlie. They both remedied each other's worries with some words, before Christian looked around for a potential third member for their group. While they would be fine by themselves, their job was to look around for these children, so more eyes meant better chances. Charlie seemed to have the same idea, as he gave a wave to Charlotte. Her mutation was vision based, so having someone like her in the group would only be a boon, though the same could be said to any other group she joined. She seemed like she caught the eye of Blake, another Omega, though, and the two west coasters returned to their small search.
Though, it would only last a few more seconds before their task was taken care of for them: Kerrigan, one of the more experienced members of the Omegas, approached them and offered to join them. Charlie was quick to welcome her to the group with a quick joke, and in effort to outdo his friend in some unspoken and undeclared battle of showing each other up, Christian one upped him by offering a handshake to their new recruit. Charlie, probably the more socially refined of the two, continued the banter by playfully asking if Kerrigan is she could keep up with the two. Matching the skills that she likely built up from experience, she retorted that she'd be fine, and that she'd likely protect them should things go south. She referenced that reputation was quite a persistent thing around the base, and it was true: Kerrigan was consistently reliable, formidable, and talented. It was very likely she'd be leading their group at this point. As if to affirm this, she gave a look over to the Omega leader, Narcissa, who looked back at the redhead. She was on familiar terms with the reputed Cissa, which was a testament of her achievements. Charlie and Christian's greenness could not be more clear unless a can of it was doused on them.
Kerrigan turned the question to them, testing their potential with her inquiry. The werewolf crossed his arms at the question, giving a small shrug. “Eh, I would say we could show you on the field, but this mission is asking us to keep our claws retracted, so...” he said to the redhead, ignoring the urge to flat out say 'I'm a werewolf'.
Their ride to the mall arrived, and it didn't take long for the trio to make their way through. Christian didn't really have experience with New York, so this mission could function well as a tourist guide while he kept an eye out for some terrified mutants. Blending in wouldn't be a problem, considering the casual attire he picked out consisted of a plain white shirt, blue denim jacket and ash pants. It almost looked greaser, he just needed slicked back hair and somebody to call Ponyboy. He turned his communicator off at Cissa's word, Kerrigan asking for suggestion about a cover.
He took a look at his group members, and took a quick look around him. He new that he and Charlie would athletically inclined, and Kerrigan likely had combat experience under her belt. That gave him a few ideas.
“Well, I'm pretty sure a mall like this should have an indoor gym or something. We aren't perfectly dressed for a workout, but that's nothing a little shopping wouldn't fix. Or, we could go for the ménage à trois route. Either way is fine with me.”
Obviously, he was more leaning towards the gym buddies cover, but if their female group member was all for the second cover, he wouldn't complain about it.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 12:59 am
  
Katerina released the trigger on the comm unit as she made her way towards the War Room. It was a curious title for a meeting area, considering the X-Men wouldn’t know a war if it bit them in the a**… But these were also the people that believed in sparing their enemies. If she could bring herself to pretend that these weren’t the people hiding her from HYDRA, it would almost be cute.
Like a little girl wearing her mother’s pearls and lipstick.
If she would have gotten up a little earlier she might have taken it upon herself to give Christian a personal wake up call. It involved ice, water, and yelling. The voice of the man in question poured through her com, a little gruff, like he’d just woken up, and she felt a little smile begin to form at the kiss of her mouth. “It could never amount to nothing, mia lupo…”
She wanted to say something more, but her voice caught in her throat. She found that she didn’t like the werewolf facing the outside world without her. He was capable enough, but he was still too soft on the inside. Humanity was a horror show that she wasn’t sure he’d seen. Not with the X-Men protecting them. Christian was one of the few things that made their stay in this underground Alcatraz tolerable… If it wouldn’t have meant leaving Aurelie, she might have followed the Omega’s.
Not that she was spying. Because, as a former spy, that couldn’t possibly be anything she might do… Nope. Not at all. Pressing the button to respond on her comm, she gave the werewolf a pleasant parting gift. “You hit like a girl. Never be afraid to use someone else as a meat shield. Like Felix.”
There. That expressed the appropriate amount of concern without seeming like she cared.
Once their assignments were provided by the Alpha Leader, Katerina could barely contain a dark need to claw something, or someone, sideways. She didn’t think twice when she slammed into Rossi, his rather solid frame a mere inconvenience. The dark haired woman felt him move in response, but only fell still when his hand wrapped tightly around her arm. If she would have kept walking at the pace she’d originally intended, he could have easily pulled her arm out of socket. Subtle as he was, there was a familiar pull and strain of tendons that caused her to involuntarily tense.
This wasn’t the first time they’d come into contact with one another, though all things considered, it was usually far more violent. The former SHIELD agent might have looked like a boy scout, but that was all part of a terribly convincing mirage. He was a machine and a savage creature. He had claws as sharp as she did. In the past few years since they’d first crossed paths, Rossi had quite possibly bled her more frequently than some of her HYDRA instructors. The memories that returned from his proximity only fed her anger, turning her emotions into something unnamable.
Steel blue eyes eventually turned towards him with a lethality he might find familiar. Her gaze was angry, filled with intent so fierce that it seemed she might shift then and there. So many parts of her wanted to see so many pieces of him all over the floor. He warned her to ‘tread lightly’ and she stepped closer, deliberately breaking into his personal space. She didn’t like him near her, and she could imagine he felt much the same way. “Tread lightly…. Or what?”, Katerina all but snarled, forcefully pulling herself out of his grasp the moment she felt his grip loosen.
“What exactly are you going to do about it?”, the shape shifter snapped back vindictively, judgmental gaze sweeping over him with disdain. She preferred the SHIELD agent that would have tortured her for hours on end over this. He was pathetic, and wasted in the X-Men. Cruel eyes shifted lazily towards Isabella as she backed away, lovely features softening as her eyes rounded with feigned innocence. “Let me guess…”
“…You’ll have her do it for you?”, Katerina winked as she turned back towards the maps, her expression far from friendly. Rossi was stupid, but not so thick that he wouldn’t hear the threat in her tone. Part of her hoped that he sent his new squeeze to give her a good, stern talking to… The shape shifter wouldn’t hesitate in tearing her apart.
The Ex-HYDRA agent actually smelled Aurelie before she saw her. Not by any creepy shape shifter means, but simply because she spent so much time curled up as a kitten in the woman’s arms. Her perfume was light, but it had a calming effect…Aurelie wouldn’t want her to kill Rossi. Not after she’d been so worried. She didn’t bother to look up when the blond elbowed her, keeping her eyes on the maps. Small hands rest some distance apart as she gripped the metal edge of the table. Her stance could have been considered lazy or playful, were in not for her knuckles turning white.
Aurelie apologized for being late and Katerina sighed softly, unable to hold on to her anger when the telekinetic was doing her best to sooth it away. “It’s all right… Though what did I tell you about spending so much time with older men?”
“People will start to talk.”, she responded coolly, slowly pulling away from the outdated mess they were supposed to run a successful operation from. Her eyes were still hard when they drifted from Aurie to Dom, though her gaze wasn’t necessarily vengeful. Just upset.
She didn’t like that they weren’t working together. Katerina couldn’t promise that she’d re-join Rossi’s side of the field when all was said and done… “Don’t do anything silly.”
Silly was synonymous with being a martyr. Aurelie seemed to have an innate need to protect others… Katerina worried that it was going to cost the blonde ballerina more than she was willing to pay. The shape shifter couldn’t allow that. Isabella’s idiotic orders be damned.
Nodding her head towards Dom, she decided to give him a little incentive. “If anything happens to her… I’ll eat you.”
She smiled a little after that, though it might not have necessarily been a comforting sight. The notion of ‘eating him’ had become a long standing threat. Aurelie might not have liked her protective notions, convinced that she could take care of herself, but she would simply need to deal with it. If Kat couldn’t be there, Aurie was the closest she had to family… Someone had to be.
Her assigned partner, Julian, was relegated to the background of her thoughts until he began to make commentary on their intel—Drawing her attention away from her people. She didn’t particularly like that, but reached out for her best friend, stealing the hand that Dominik didn’t already occupy.
He was lucky she deigned to share Aurelie with him in the first place.
“I assumed we’d be going to the Warden’s office first regardless... It’s best to take absolute control of a facility when all the worker bee’s think you’re the Queen.”, she returned to the teleporter, a little confused as to why he was pointing out the obvious. Did he think her daft? Katerina paused when the masked man mentioned not being able to speak for her skill, eyes darkening at the insinuation. Part of her anger returned and her stance changed as she felt one of her many beasts claw at the base of her spine. The bigger cats that she normally turned into wanted to use the teleporter as a scratching post. “Oh…I think I might be able to hold my own. As a big strong man, you can definitely hold the door open for me.”
“Though considering your role in this is the taxi service... I’m just hoping you can keep up—”
There would have been more to her insult were it not for Isabella interrupting. It took her a long moment to respond, part of her debating on telling the team leader exactly what she thought. That this mission was going to fail? That she was a plague among men? That the lot of them would be better off without her constantly screwing things up? All of it seemed appropriate. Exhaling slowly, using Aurelie as an anchor, she tried to swallow her vehemence.
“Junior and I are about to walk into an assignment mostly blind. So yes—Your interruption is most definitely a problem. It’s not like we could wind up stuck in a wall or anything. Other than that…”, Katerina pushed out between clenched teeth, words filled with enough vitriol that each one would sting. There were few people she disliked in the room as much as she disliked Isabella Stone. “…Happy to comply.”
Compliance. It was a default response from HYDRA training. Katerina went back to looking over the map for their few remaining minutes, completely ignoring the team leader. She was too annoyed to look at Rossi or Stone, let alone converse with them. Julian really shouldn’t take her distaste personal… She really didn’t like many people. He'd just been unlucky enough to rub her the wrong way the moment they'd stepped off the plane.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2014 4:39 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 would have never suspected that the Omega queen's touch would unsettle the most ardent of his emotions; his escalating annoyance with Roland seemed a small matter when the warmth from silken fingertips spread over his limbs, enrapturing so deeply within his heart that separating what was his own feeling and what was his lover's became a troublesome task. “Treating a woman with respect isn't something you should have to learn.” He said, the growl that had once called home to his voice seemingly tamed. He stood firm on his prior remarks regarding Narcissa's best friend's relationship – Roland's own opinions on the matter of little consequence to the size shifter. “If he doesn't have the sense for even that, he's more of a savage than I am.” With that statement came one of his crooked grins that always graced his features when he played on the stereotypes of his own culture.
Emma called them into the office shortly after, and Cissa's shock at Leion's predicament spread through him as fast as wildfire, but it dissipated shortly thereafter. It took what Aren felt was an act of Napi to keep him from grasping the blond's hand in an effort to steady her. The news came as a surprise blow, though the native had not known Leion all that well, that he was dead chilled the blood in his veins. It seemed unreal that one of them was gone, and then absurdly replaced with an exact replica.
He made a few jokes to lighten the atmosphere, but the newish Omega didn't seem to get them – it was a disappointing fact that his good humor had been wasted on the unappreciative today. Soon after, they set out to choose their rooms, which took little time at all. Aren wasted no time moseying to his leader's quarters once he laid a hand to one of the scanners, from there he disappeared behind the door – determined to erase the little creases of worry that had etched around Narcissa's eyes, to make her forget the horrors she had come to know and let her remember the throws of love.
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A team meeting admittedly placed last on the list of things that the native wanted to do, no matter how much logic the British beauty supplied. He pulled her close, strong arms making a case, all but begging her to stay nestled there. A slow, crooked grin spread across his face when his lover mentioned demerits – consequences seemed so far beneath them that he scarcely cared about the rest of the world. “Ask Emma for a vacation.” He said cheekily, as if they'd not just had a recent break.
“I'll do your chores.” The size shifter promised, making a final appeal with a velvet kiss. It nearly stole her resolve along with her breath, but impending doom, and the call of her duty as the Omega lead pulled her back to an unfriendly reality.
He shrugged at the mention of gender separation, the motion lazy. “Even if she made that rule... none of us would follow it.” He challenged, pulling at the silvery threads of their metaphysical link as a last ditch effort when she disappeared out into the hallway. The bite to her voice caused a laugh that sounded more like a growl to emanate back on their channel. “You say that as if you care.” He teased, while begrudgingly rising from the bed for the aforementioned shower.
He'd be joining the rest of the Omegas soon enough.
t i m e s k i p < <
To keep appearances, Aren arrived tardy – barely catching Emma's details for their assignment. He hung in the door, chocolate eyes focused on what was to come. When it was clear that they were to choose who they wanted to work with, he silently stalked his way up to his other half and gave her a nudge, only for her to zero in on his graphic tee. Cheesing, he stifled a laugh. ”Need me to take a look?” He asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“...Or if you really hate this shirt, I can take it off.” He whispered, as if their game of cat and mouse hadn't ended with him finally catching his prey. To bystanders, none should have noticed a difference in their behavior.
With a shrug, he dug his hands into his pockets, watching the others pair up. That Roland didn't try to pair with his girlfriend caused Aren to do a double take... Idly, he wondered how long they would last if neither seemed interested in working together. He instead paired with the new-perhaps improved Leion. “I have to ask if they'll be okay unsupervised.” He murmured to no one in particular. Obviously the pair's brawl had not yet been forgotten.
They passed through the portal, and Cissa barked out orders before slipping her arm in his, making a point to tell the team it was an act, even if the two of them knew differently.”Shall we?” He asked, pulling the door open for her.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 2:11 pm
  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtear me into s h r e d s
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xAs the rest of the team paired up for their mission, Charlie and Christian stood idly by, casually glancing over their teammates to see if they could add another to their group but silently already teamed up. They had been good friends long enough that they didn’t need to have a discussion to figure things like this out. They would have been happy to take Charlotte in as well, if she hadn’t been intercepted by another Omega before she’d made it to them.
But that didn’t mean they were going to miss out on having a third teammate. Kerrigan approached them to ask if they minded teaming up with her. Neither of them did, and they didn’t miss a beat in welcoming her to their little group. Always the friendly pair, Christian shook her hand, while Charlie wasted no time in breaking the ice - making a joke about her slowing them down. She took it in good nature thankfully, it was basically required to be able to take a joke when spending time with the boys. They did tend to horse around with each other a lot, so a stick in the mud might not enjoy their company so much.
She assured that she would do her best not to slow them down, and Charlie followed up to question whether or not she thought she could keep up. The redhead’s answer started off sounding a little modest, but quickly turned on its head when she stated that she would protect them if worse were to come to worse. A soft grin overtook him at the woman’s assurance as she continued on to mention reputations. “Oh yeah, we’ve heard a bit. Seems like a lot of Omegas have some sort of reputation. Can’t say they’re all good...” He noted. Though the Alphas weren’t forgotten, it seemed it was Omegas that tended to cause a fuss more often than not. He’d heard about some of his teammates fighting amongst each other in the relatively short time they had been underground. Strong personalities, he supposed.
But Kerrigan’s reputation was far from bad. Whereas he’d made a mental note to steer clear of some of his teammates when possible, he’d heard nothing but good things about Kerrigan. She was in good with their team leader as well, and it seemed the little blond approved of their group.
He grinned again as she returned the question, asking if they thought it wouldn’t be them to cause a hold up. Christian again expressed his disappointment in not being able to use his ability this mission, mentioning they could have shown her how capable they were. “Don’t worry about us, we might be new here but we’ve got some tricks up our sleeves.” He didn’t bother mentioning his athleticism, or physical prowess. He was fit, body trained, and it showed. Even with a shirt and jacket on he didn’t think his form was totally lost. If anyone was going to slow them down, it wouldn’t be him.
Gateway opened a portal that would take them directly to New York, an impressive feat. He could safely say that he hadn’t travelled by portal before, and he was looking forward to changing that. Something new, something interesting. He was all for it. And it beat the hell out of flying or driving. As everyone began to head out their team lagged behind for a moment.
“Boyfriend, I take it?” he questioned after one of the other Omegas gave the redhead a little smooch. “Why didn’t you two team up?” Maybe they weren’t allowed for some reason. But if someone thought they couldn’t work together, why were they on the same team? Maybe it was none of his business, but he was curious and asking couldn’t hurt. The worse she could do was not answer. And they’d just met Kerrigan, so they would be able to learn more about her with any response she gave.
They didn’t linger long though, and as they passed through the portal to Central Park, Charlie stuffed his hands into his pockets. He listened to Narcissa as she gave a few final instructions, and then the group disbursed to get to work. He turned off his comm as instructed, looking to his two teammates as their next order of business came up.
Kerrigan was the first to bring up their need of some kind of cover, but it was Christian to throw out the first ideas. He suggested they look around for a gym or fitness center or… a ménage à trois? His brow furrowed slightly at the suggestion. “I’m gonna vote for the gym rat angle.” He wasn’t even sure how to act like a ménage à trois at a mall. Fitness, on the other hand, was something he knew. Hazel stare turned to the redhead, expectant for her opinion on the matter as they neared the mall’s entrance. If she really wanted to go the other route with their cover then he supposed he’d suck it up and go with it, but had a feeling his werewolf companion - though he had suggested it in the first place - would be happier with the ‘just friends’ cover as well.
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