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 Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 4:02 pm
X-23 ground her teeth, trying hard not to attack this meddlesome intruder outright. He apparently was just a smart mouthed little p***k who liked to cook. She sighed mentally as she quickly weighed her options. The kitchen was well away from the entrances to the house, and as long as he stayed there and out of her way, she supposed she could leave him conscious. And she could always lock him in, just to be on the safe side. Or she could haul off and attack him, leaving yet another body to be found.
As she was measuring her options, she heard the front gate open. Her time was running out. The X-men were returning. She made her choice. Shutting the door behind her back, so that she didn't turn away from him, she let a loud sigh escape her lips and motioned towards the kitchen. "It's this way. Let me show you."
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 8:09 pm
Albel swayed from side to side carrying his battered and bruised body to the brotherhood's front door. Mumbling under his breath he attempted to juggle the tasks of opening the door and carrying a few bottles of beer. With some effort and a scene very much like an amateur juggler he managed to open the door. He stumbled inside almost tripping over some trash lying on the floor. A distant recognizable voice caught his attention, and he made his way toward the noise.
He walked down the hall hearing fire, feds, and the circus. As he entered the room he smirked, "Since when is little Tobias afraid of a few feds?; It ju-u-u-usts baffles my mind." Albel plops himself down into an open chair; and pops open one of the bottles he was carrying.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 6:02 pm
{Sorta setting up for a confrontation. X-23's sure to hear all the noise he's making.}
It had taken what had seemed like forever, but Morgan had finally made it back to the mansion. He would have been back sooner, bu he ran into traffic on the way back, no doubt due in no small part to the fact that a good chunk of the town was on fire. Now that he was away from the heat, however, his body cooled down dramatically. Odd, he thought to himself. I never felt the heat that badly before. Ah, I must just be tired.
As he pulled back in to the garage area, he noticed several other vehicles missing. One of which was Scott's cherry red convertible. It had been missing when he'd left earlier, and it still wasn't back yet. Heads were gonna roll when Scott found out about this one. But, preferring not to dwell on it, and figuring that the whole mansion would hear Scott explode when he found his car missing, he pulled his own car back into it's spot. Not a single scratch on it, which was incredibly lucky, considering what it had just been through.
It was at this point that he finally took a look at himself. He would have thought that his clothing would at least have some dirt on it, and then he remembered that weird blobby thing that had attacked him earlier. It had formed itself into the shape of his clothing, and Morgan's current geuss was that the thing had replaced his regular clothes, or at least soaked itself into them. His body, on the other hand, was still considerably grimy. "Man, I need a shower," he mumbled to himself, heading upstairs from the parking garage. The first thing he did was make a beeline straight for the boy's dormitories.
Of course, actually getting in the shower was a different story. Unfortunately, thanks to the blobular thing, removing his clothing was harder than it seemed. "Come... on!" he grunted, desperately tugging at his shirt. "I just want to take a shower!" he grumbled, trying to think of some way to removed the blob without hurting himself. At this thought, however, a ripple went through the dark colored material, and the thing withdrew itself from his clothing, leaving the considerably lighter colored material behind. Where exactly the dark-colored blob went, Morgan didn't know, but something in the back of his mind told him it was still attached to him somewhere.
"Bah, finally!" he grumbled, finally able to remove his clothing (because showering with one's clothing on was a very bad idea. As Morgan watched the water turn from clear to grey as it streamed down his body into the drain, he realized just how much dirt had attached itself to him. "Whoa. I really did need a shower," he remarked.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 6:30 pm
Jillann finished her apple and went to the main bathroom for the pills. She grabbed the pills using the provided step-stool because it was just out of range of her height. She checked the dose it said one to two. Two, she automatically decided, it was a bad enough headache, good thing the stuff was the kind that work in ten minutes. While she was in the bathroom she grabbed a brush and looked to see whose it was. It had no name and was clean so she used it anyway, she didn't have enough hair to have some one complain about short black hairs on their brush. She stumbled back in to the living room with her hair groomed but still in the clothes she fell asleep in. 'In about ten minutes I will hopefully be full of meds and I’ll be semi-normal.' She said referring to her normal which is everyone else's insanity.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 1:56 pm
Tobias snatched a bottle from Albel's load as the other mutant passed and bit off the cap. "I don't want that much attention. If it was just two or three, I'd let 'em dance with fire." Tobias looked at the still-warm but now solid chunk of glass he held in his other hand, hefted it, and lobbed it at Albel. "Catch."
"Perfect! Lemme tell you, my carbonara's to die for. Want a nacho?" Aarin released the warp slowly, taking five or six seconds; the same horrid shrieking sounded out, but noticably quieter. "So," Aarin asked, still with his rakehell grin, "how long you been an X-Man? Like takin' orders and all that jazz?"
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 4:53 pm
Kevin watched the road go by as Conner drove the van. He didn't say much the entire time, but nodded to what Conner said. Then the mansion got close and Kevin was glad. Then he said "Home sweat home."
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 7:32 pm
X-23 flinched slightly as the same noise that had occured earlier made its way through the air. It wasn't nearly as bad this time, for which she was relieved. Declining his nachos with a wave of her hand, she led him down the hall to the kitchen. On their way, he asked her a couple of questions. She glanced at him and without hesitation said, "Oh not long really. I'm still kind of new around here. And the orders are no big deal. I got used to them quickly."
She smiled inwardly. She hadn't even had to actually lie. She was new around here and she'd grown up taking orders. They came to the kitchen and she stopped. "Here it- Oh!" She stopped mid-sentence as she heard the sounds of a car pulling into the garage. "Sounds like some one's home. You go on in and start cooking. I'll go see who it is."
X-23 reluctantly left Aarin to his own devices. She didn't like leaving a liability like him around. However, it couldn't be helped, and she'd be able to deal with him if he tried anything. Right now she had more important things to worry about. At least one X-man was home, and others were on their way up the drive. There wasn't any telling when everyone would get here and find her previous victims. Then the real fun would begin. Unless of course her primary target arrived before them. Then it would be just the two of them, one on one, and she'd rid herself of him forever.
She reached the corridor that led from the garage and found only one scent-trail. Good. There would only be one to worry about for now. She inhaled the scent a little deeper in order to determine whose it was, and found that it belonged to the one called Morgan. She followed it, and found it led towards the boy's dorms. As she approached the stairs, she heard water running, and concluded that he was showering. This was going to be too easy.
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Rogue was almost home when they hit traffic. She slowed the car to a crawl, and let out an exasperated sigh. "Figures. This looks like it may take a while to get through, mates. Anyone know any detours that'll get us home faster?" Her accent was starting to fade in and out. A sure sign that the Aussie's powers were wearing off.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 7:49 pm
{Setting up for the penultimate fight (penultimate meaning just before ultimate, 'cause the ultimate fight in this case would be the one between X-23 and Logan. I think Logan should interrupt the inevitable little brawl between X-23 and Morgan about halfway through. What's your opinion, Plynx?}
"Gah, this is why I tie my hair back," Morgan grumbled, pulling yet another knot out of his hair as he attempted to wash the dirt out of it. "Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow," he said, wincing slightly as he tugged on the tangled mess attached to his head.
"Finally!" he remarked, as he removed the last large knot from his white locks. It didn't take him long afterwards to wash his hair, now that he no longer had to untangle it. Once this task was completed, he was free to step out of ths shower, and go searching around the dorms for a towel. Of course, upon thinking this, the black ooze reformed itself upon his skin (from where, he wasn't going to ask. Hopefully it was through his pores), and shaped itself into the form of a towel, wrapped firmly around his waist. "Well, that's convenient," Morgan said, slightly surprised at how useful this thing was becoming. He was still going to have Hank take a look at it later.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 12:02 am
Lizz raised an eye as Albel came shambling through the door and almost fell into the nearest chair before popping open a beer. "Look what the cat dagged. You looke like hell." She said drylyfrom her cozey spot on the couch. "Actually." She said changing her mind. "You looked like you got beaten, run over and dragged through the streets friend." She said pushing a strand of her hreen hair away from her face.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 4:56 am
Conner pushed the button on the dashboard that opened the gates and turned onto the mansion grounds, he picked the speed up on the drive and slowed as he appraoched the circle section of it. He didn't answer Kevin's comment on the way in, primarily bevause he couldn't think of anything to really say.
He stopped, switched into reverse gear and backed the van onto the lift, ready for him to fix in the morning, leaaving enough room for both he and Kevin to get out. Conner shut everything off and piled out of the van. He placed the keys back on thier ring in the keysafe and headed straight for the house, more specifically; the kitchen, he was dying for a cuppa.
He pushed the glass doors open and headed down the hall that lead to the kitchen, the only place he actually knew in the mansion and pushed the door open silently. There was a person he didn't recognise inside.
Is he a student or one of the Brotherhood? he wondered but couldn't find an answer. He reached over to the knife block and pulled out one of the steak knives and his it up his left sleeve in a loose and inconspicuous grip. He sat down at the table quietly and kept an eye on the new person.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 6:10 pm
When Albel heard the words "catch" he turned toward Tobias; just in time to see a glob of glass fly at him. Within the blink of an eye a rock in his pocket zipped out and deflected the ball. It missed his head by a few centimeters. With a leer Albel smirked, "Almost Jason but not quite...by the way remember I'm the one who gets you all the imported stuff, unless you want to drink watered down piss I suggest you think before you act."
"AND YOU!", Albel snapped, seeming to ignore her previous comment. "Why isn't the Germany San Marino game on?...Wait don't answer that just change the channel."
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 6:54 pm
Lizz raised an eye at the demand. Oh they had a live one here. "Because I've got the remote and I don't want to watch it." She said blatently amused. "Any other questions you'd like me to answer?" She said before hitting the channel guide button to see what else was on. She really could care less about what was on she was just doing it to be a jerk.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 9:38 pm
"You know I hated those movies, Albel. Jason was such a lame villain. Gimme someone I can sink my teeth into, like... I dunno. Sylar or the Event Horizon. Much more creative."
Aarin was, of course, quite aware of Connor's entrance; the nature of his power made it advantageous to have a finely-honed spatial sense. He ignored the newcomer for a moment, instead compressing the distance between himself and the fridge so he could flip the door open, grab a carton of cream, and start it scalding in a pan. Another go retrieved several eggs, which he cracked into a mixing bowl and began to beat with a fork. He didn't care that to Connor it would look as if his arm had just stretched across the room at high speed, or about the shrieking resulting from his sudden release of the warp.
Satisfied the cream was scalding properly and the eggs were well-beaten, he turned to Conner and grinned, taking off his sombrero in an elaborate bow. "Hey there," Aarin said brightly in his strong Aussie accent, "I'm kind of new here, so do me a favor and find some stuff? I need basil, olive oil, and parmesan cheese. Oh yeah, some salt and black pepper, too."
A second warping to the fridge later, Aarin was busy opening a package of bacon with a butterfly knife he'd flipped out of his kilt's sporran. "I'm Aarin, by the way."
(("Spatial sense" isn't a power in any way. Aarin's just observant and tends to know where things are around him. In other words, he doesn't stub his toes very often.))
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 7:22 pm
"Don’t you love being ignored" Jillann said slowly returning to her normal self. She was sprawled out watching glass and rock fly over her. The headache was bearable now. "I know what’s scary...Teletubies. Those things scare me they must be on crack" Jillann said joining in on the TV conversation. "What time is it I haven’t seen robot chicken in a month? It’s the best damn show ever!
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 8:54 pm
"Absolutly." Lizz said to Jillian. "Who at our ages watches Teletubies? That's like watching Barney. After five seconds you're ready to go find the person responcable for creating the show and nueter then to keep them from reproducing." She said dryly as she scanned the channels. "It's what? Just after two or so?" She said pausing to rub her eyes.
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