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 Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 3:30 pm
"I haven't been here long enough to give you an informed opinion, mate." Conner answered and grabbed another nacho. " I can tell you this though,This place is definitely one of the best places I've ever stayed without relying on the old's." He ate the nacho and washed it down with some tea, absently clocking someone else moving around in the corridors. "And I haven't been given a single order while I've been here but I doubt I'd follow it through if I was." Conner placed the cup on the table and twisted it around. "Since we're sharing I have to know, are you here as a student or are you here to cause trouble." He gripped the handle of the steak knife ready to bring it to bear if Aarin attacked.
It wasn't Conner's home yet but he would be damned if he's let anything bad happen to it. Unfortunatly for him trouble seemed to already be in full swing upstairs.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 4:19 pm
"Real black and white for you, huh, mate?" Aarin snorted. "I'm no student. Wouldn't be if ya paid me. Still don't see your big either-or, though." He made a weighing motion with his hands even as he readied himself to throw down a warp if worst came to worst. "Student... troublemaker... student... troublemaker... nope, still drawin' a blank."
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 5:23 pm
"Ok i going to order pizza for a group meal who wants what." Jillann announced sitting then standing up. "I’m at least getting cheese." She walked over to the phone and grabbing the pad of paper and wrote for one cheese pizza and what ever people wanted. She then went over to the stairs and called up "I GETTING PIZZA WHAT DO YOU GUYS WANT UP THERE!?" load enough that someone in the backyard might hear her.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 5:52 pm
Conner measured Aarin up, paying careful attention to his movements; he was getting ready just in case something happened, Conner started to do the same, focusing on the roof as his escape vector.
"Point made Aarin so i'll ask you something a little clearer. What are you doing here? Why are you here? And am I ganna have to evict you from this place." Conner leaned back on the chair, wrapped his left arm around and pulled the knife out behind his right arm so Aarin couldn't see it. He placed his feet against the edge of the table, it would move with ease when Conner powered up and kicked off of it; the overpressure that came with his abilities would see to it. Conner sniffed visibly "You might want to see to your food."
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 7:56 pm
Since re-filling her stomach seemed to win her vote over taking a shower, after finding the main hallway, Victoria bypassed the stairs to the upper levels completely and made a bee line to the kitchen. Shuffling down the preceding hall in a devil-may-care sort of fashion, she smiled and was pleased to note the scent of a fresh, currently cooking meal was wafting out from the stove and/or oven. Always being one to mooch a good-smelling meal off of someone else when the opportunity came up, she skittered across the kitchen's threshold and leaned against the door frame.
"Hell-o!" she said, smiling cheerfully at the kitchen's two occupants. Both were male, and she noted almost instantly that there seemed to be tension in the air around them both. Seeing no obvious reason as to why there would be tension in the room where something delicious was cooking, she shook her head with a sigh, crossed the kitchen without another word and ignored them for the time being. After all, there was a more important matter to tend to at that moment in time; the burning pot of cream sauce on the stove, namely.
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Meanwhile, at the complete opposite end of the X-Mansion, far away from the horrors of burning sauce, one of the X-Men's chief members, Logan aka "Wolverine", was finishing up a phone-call from the head of S.H.I.E.L.D. Apparently, as Nick Fury was kind enough to explain, one of their recent projects, X-23, his clone, had gotten loose and was on a rampage somewhere in the Bayville area. And to top things off, she was lethal, with animal-like senses and reflexes, adamantium claws, and had a one track mind that was currently set to 'Kill Logan.'
Hanging up the intercom with a heavy growl, Logan gave a quick sniff of the air around him. She was close, in the X-Mansion, from the smell of it, and seeing no reason to sit around here and wait for a confrontation, Logan popped out his adamantium claws with the familiar SHINK sound, barged through the War Room door and set out to find this girl before the situation got out of control.
((Plynx, I can modify the Logan part of this post if needed, since I'm not sure exactly what you want from him at this moment in time.))
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 8:17 pm
"Isn't it obvious?" Aarin's tone is one of sneering superiority. "I'm cooking." He moves to the stove and stirs the sauce, still keeping an eye on Conner. "And come on. If I was here to bring the house down, would I hang out and cook up a bloody meal first? And by the way..." Aarin smiles cheerfully, "I'd advise against doing the ol' classic 'kicking-push-from-table' move. You'll just hit your head on the wall, and while my carbonara's awesome, my patching broken skulls isn't so hot."
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 8:49 pm
{Just to warn ya, I'm gonna be chanelling Rock Lee for the duration of this fight. If you've watched Naruto, you know what happens when Rock Lee gets drunk.}
"You're movin' in slow motion. Kyo-kishin's strong, but nothing fancy about it," Morgan remarked about the stance that she'd just taken up. Sure, it was a basic stance, but Kyo-kishin style was all about pushing the basics to a point where you didn't need anything more. As the creator of the style himself said, "Sure, it's not fancy. But when I punch a bull, it dies."
Leaving it at that for now, he charged at the girl, weaving back in forth in a random pattern, but still making it seem as if he was going to attack from the front. At the last second, he darted towards the wall, and used it to springboard himself behind her, spinning through the air. Once he landed, he used his remaining momentum to swing his foot in a round kick towards her midsection.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 9:49 am
(Onion, the only thing I'd change would be to add in that he knows she's his clone, and the permanent bit. She's only currently out to get Logan, once she's finished with him, who knows what's next. Moren, I haven't seen more than an episode or two of Naruto, and so I'm sorry I have no idea what Rock Lee is like when drunk....)
X-23 watched passively as Morgan said something, she wasn't listening, and then charged. He was fast, but she was used to dealing with all types of fighters, so he didn't scare her. She was going to wait until he was in close and attacking, before responding, but then he veered off towards the wall. Realizing what he was doing, she whirled the opposite way and lashed out with her hand in order to both block, and hopefully catch his kick.
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Rogue was exhausted, dirty, and famished, all at the same time. She figured a bath would not only clean her, but give her enough time to be completely rid of Pyro's powers. She was ready to be herself again, not a blend of herself and a hot-headed, fire-wielding Austraillian. The part of his memories and being that she'd absorbed would always be somewhere in her mind, along with all of the others she'd touched over the years, but at least she'd be seperate from him.
She shoved open the door to the bathroom, shut it behind her, and immediately claimed the tub, by turning on the faucets. Then she removed her dirty clothes, and went to the cabinet to pull down a towel, which she proceeded to drape over her shoulder. After grabbing the soap and shampoo from under the sink, she returned to the tub and got in. The water was so warm and soothing, she was soon quite relaxed and feeling much better.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 5:48 pm
{Rock Lee Drunken Fighting Here's an AMV that someone made with footage of what Rock Lee is capable of while drunk.}
"Not quite!" Morgan remarked, as his foot made contact with her arm. She had managed to block it, but it still wouldn't help much. He used her own defensive stance, and pushed off from her block, spinning himself in the other direction and into a sweeping kick, and following up into a medium kick with the continued momentum.
The most fundamental part of Drunken Master was its element of unpredictability. Even if the opponent were to block one strike, there were a dozen more places that attacks could come from. And even an opponent's defense could be used against them, as Morgan was currently demonstrating.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 7:30 pm
{Okay, she blocked the first kick. When she did that, Morgan pushed off of her arm with his foot, and spun himself around again, this time into a trip (crouching). He kept spinning, and went into a mid-level kick as well. So there's two kicks coming. One low, and one middle.}
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 8:10 pm
The Drunken Master technique was one of X-23's least favorite techniques to have to go up against. It was quite fun to use, but it was not at all amusing to be on the receiving end. It was unpredictable, and she had to admit that she hadn't been expecting him to respond in quite this way. He'd bounced off her arm and launched dual kicks, one low, and one at mid range. That was his mistake. She wasn't so rigid and unflexible as to not be able to improv a little. So she let him sweep her feet out from under her, and fell sideways, wrapping her arm around the leg that had aimed for her middle as she fell. They were now slightly entangled, and it was just what she needed to get her close enough to use the disk. Now if only she could reach his head once they hit the floor.
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After her refreshing bath, Rogue wrapped herself in her towel and headded across the hall to her room. She reached it without incident, and locked the door once inside. She quickly put on her p-j's and brushed out her hair. She didn't care that it was only mid-afternoon and not anywhere near time for bed, she was tired and wanted to wear something comfortable. Leaving her customary gloves behind, she went in search of something to eat.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 10:15 am
Conner Kept his feet against the table as Aarin talked. He nodded a greeting to Victoria and then kept his gaze on Aarin; there was something about the Australian that irked him, beyond the casual rivalry between thier two countries.
"So why are you cooking here if you don't intend to join the student body?" He asked, keeping any hostile tone from his voice, he didn't want to get into a confrontation with Victoria in the room, not with the speed Aarin posessed; Conner had n doubt that Victoria could look after herself but he had a nasty habit of losing emotional control in fights and he doubted could garauntee her safety from him. He slid the knife back into his sleeve and slowly let the chair fall forward and put his feet back down on the floor.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 1:39 pm
Markus slammed the door shut on his car and looked at the mansion. From the messages he had gotten during his vacation this was the place that Mystique had wanted him to go to. He hopped that he wasn't in trouble for being late. He had spent about two weeks up in Val'Dor Quebec fishing so all the messages had been two weeks old and they got more irritated with each one. Damn it felt good doing virtually nothing. He tried to call her back but she wasn't answering the number she gave him. With a mental shrug he tossed his jacket over a shoulder and strolled towards the Brotherhoods mansion.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 10:18 pm
"Pfft. Have you seen the state of the Brotherhoodies' kitchen? The others don't know the difference between a stove and a spatula, and as soon as anything good goes in the fridge, one of them eats it before I can cook it." He shrugged. "I just want a good meal for a change. Don't flip out or anything."
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