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 Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 1:28 pm
((Plynx. I edited my Logan post to reflect your corrections, but did you want him to show up now, or after the X-23/Moren duel?))
Returning Conner's nod of greeting with one of her own, upon reaching it, Victoria pulled open the door to the refrigerator with a bit of a snap. Holding it in the 'open' position with one hand, she placed the other hand on her hip as she gazed inside. Her plan for the moment was to find something decent to nibble on or drink while the pasta carbonara was still cooking. Save for a half-gallon of milk, there was hardly anything of interest in the refrigerator side of the fridge, so after swearing under her breath for an instant, she let the door fall shut again.
"Chill out, both of you," she said, yanking open the freezer and peering inside. Although she had not made eye contact, she had been listening in on the conversation since before she even entered the kitchen. From what she was able to deduce, the unnamed boy-cook was allied with the enemy and Conner seemed pretty set on sending him packing. Or the Med Ward, whichever came first.
"If the Aussie's pulling cook duty," she explained, frowning at the air chips that filled the freezer. "Then let him be, regardless of affiliation. If this pasta cabonara is, in fact, as good as it smell, then he'll be worth keepin' around. Besides, we can simply kick his a** if he tries anything funny. Sound fair?"
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Meanwhile, at the opposite end of town, just after Marcus pulled up and started toward the Brotherhood mansion, another vehicle, driven by a teen, did the same. The car, or more specifically, the jeep, sputtered to a premature halt at the far end of the driveway, which in turn caused the vehicle's only occupant to curse loudly under his breath. A few attempts to re-start the car did nothing, and the persistent swearing did not help things either. By the time Lance Alvers, aka "Avalanche" had hopped out of jeep and started toward the Brotherhood mansion, both him and the jeep were fuming heavily.
By the time Lance reached the front door and slammed it into an 'open' position, the ground within a 10 yard radius was trembling slightly. Slamming the door shut behind him, he entered the house with a bit of an exasperated sigh as he realized he was not the only one home. He was suprised at this, to be honest. After hearing school was 'officially' out, he had gotten himself together and skipped out of this hell-hole before anyone else could miss him. The only reason he was back so early, (or at all, for that matter) was because of car trouble. He would have swung by the X-Mansion and commandeered Scott's convertible just to toast his cheese, but it was gone by the time he got their, surprisingly.
Deciding to skip out on introductions, Lance scooted by the packed living room without words or eye contact and headed straight for the fridge in the hopes of finding something cold and beer-like to drink.
((He's back!!!!))
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 2:33 pm
Lizz changed her mind about the TV and tossed the Remote to nearest person and got up to walk into the kitchen and grab a drink before going out to the pool. She felt the shaking and saw Lance come stalking in. Man, oh man did he look riled up. Stifling a bored yawn she followed him into the kitchen. "Long time no see. Welcome back partner." She said simply as she grabbed a glass out of the cabinet to grab some water.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 5:44 pm
By now, Lance had calmed down slightly and was mid-beer grabbing motion when he heard a feminine voice from somewhere in the vicinity. He paused for a second and, after bracing himself slightly, peaked around the door of the fridge to see who it was. Luckily, it was not Valerie, which he had to admit, feared it was at first, but it wasn't, thank god. It was only Lizz, who, from what he remembered, was probably one of the least annoying of his Brotherhood comrades.
"It's only been half a day," he shrugged, turning back to the fridge and reach for that amber bottle in the far corner. Grabbing it with one, partially gloved hand, he pulled it out, snapped off the cap, closed the fridge door and took a swig, all in one fluid motion. His day was starting to pick up, finally.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 5:51 pm
(WOOT! I've been declaired the least annoying by Lance! <3 )
"Seems like an eternaty." She said with a shrug taking a gulp of water. "God I'm so bored right now. Gotta go do something...anything..." She said with a sigh. "My mind is wound up to do something but there taint nothing worth doing." She admitted watching him. "We seemed to have picked up a few more people. One might have a dominance issue...he was here for less then five minutes before he tried to take control of the TV...not that the TV is a huge battle field or that I actually gave a flaming rats rear end about what was on it's the principle of the matter." She said shaking her head.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 6:43 pm
Leaning against the counter, Lance nodding politely as Lizz ranted briefly about being bored. She was too. Things were boring around here, even more so then when school was in session. At least there, back in the halls of Bayville High, they had their laughs and good times. And by 'good times' Lance meant tripping up the X-Men just for kicks, of course.
"Eh. Something'll come up," he shrugged nonchalantly. It was not until he took another swig of his beverage that the last bit of Lizz' speech sank in, at which point he nearly choked.
"What?" he snapped, eyeing Lizz carefully. "Did you just say there have been more recruits since yesterday?"
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 6:48 pm
"Awesome, can't wait." She said with a nod as she leaned against the kitchen counter. "Yea, we picked up two guys in the parlor. Their names escape me at the moment." She said nodding. "I think Mystique rounded them up but they're only just got here now so they missed out on the hwole space adventure."
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 7:12 pm
"Great," he grumbled, grip tightening on the half-empty glass bottle ever so slightly.
The thought of having even more comrades to share a mansion was not a pleasant one. It meant that there were now that many more people to piss him off on a day to day basis. Scowling a bit as he took another swig, Lance was going to make a comment about how Mystique managed to get new recruits, but decided against. He had assumed that since Mystique was not around following the Asteroid M incident to scold them for anything, that she was dead, but come to think of it, he could not be so sure. Mystique was one deeply twisted lady; who knows what tricks she had planted up her sleeve.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 7:30 pm
{Plynx and I were thinking that Logan would arrive to intterupt the fight before anyone was declared the clear winner. Morgan and X-23 were going to fight to a stalemate, and then Logan would show up.}
Morgan was stunned for a split second as she grabbed onto his leg following his mid-range kick. The two of them were now tangle on the floor, her arm wrapped around his leg. Warning bells went off in his head as he caught a metallic glint in her hand, and he scrambled to get his other leg in a position to disarm her. "Aw, and here I thought we were fightin' unarmed!" he said, in a mock-whine.
"Well, you're not getting me!" he growled, kicking his free leg at the hand holding the metal. With any luck, he'd send the piece skittering across the floor, and out of reach of both of them. If not, then it might still give him a chance to get back to his feet, or at least follow through into another flurry of attacks. Either way, he was going to try to turn whatever outcome occured to his own advantage.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 12:43 am
"Ok, ok I yield." Conner relented and threw is hands up in a mock surrender, making sure the knife was still hidden. He got up from the table and leaned next to the knife block and slyly slotted the serrated blade back into it. "I don't suppose there's any parmesan cheese in the cupboards somewhere, goes great wi' pasta." He asked.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 4:01 am
After having been in the company of trees that beat her up practically most of the afternoon Valerie slowly made her way back to the Brotherhood House in the style of a person who had just trecked throught a desert nonstop for a few days, her hair was full of leaves and Mizu had given her a good soaking for no apparent reason. Dramatically dragging herself along the blonde wailed slightly as she made it to the front door of the 'Mansion'
"Home...trees....no more....climbing!"
Valerie muttered loudly falling down in a puddle of water and drama. Mizu popped out from the top of the teens leaf filled hair and folded his arms. He then proceeded to clap slowly and looked down at his friend.
"You know...actresses cant compare to you....you should get paid for that...I mean...you only fell out of a tree a few times....it hardly calls for a drama queen response!"
He grinned evilly down to the girl who held up a hand with a two fingered reply
"Get bent!"
She howled before dragging herself up in a lanky fashion and pushed open the door, and then proceeded to fall over again sending Mizu on a short trip to the ground with a splash!
((oh god that felt good!))
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 10:03 am
Markus raised an eye as Valerie passed by him. She was soaking wet and covered in leaves. Apparently she had a bad encounter with a tree. He watched her exchange with the strange blue creature that seemed to emerge from inside her and proceeded to tease her. "Hem." He said after she had fallen over a secodn time. He offered her a hand. "Help you up?" Her offered politly.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 2:36 pm
(jillann is going to oder pizza.....)
"Well hello Mr. Sunshine" Jillann joked as Lance stormed in looking royally pissed. "What kind of pizza do you want? I'm going to order some." She had a good chunk of money and wanted to treat everyone, at least everyone that was here. She wasn't sure if everyone was here, nor did she care.
(i tried to make it long as i could cosidering jillanns only axkin one thing)
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 11:12 pm
(In other words, Onion, just bring Logan close anytime you're ready. 23 will hear/smell him coming, and will sprint off leaving a very confused Morgan behind her.)
Before X-23 could move her hand towards Morgan's head, he somehow spotted the neuro-disk in her hand. She was clutching it tightly to her chest, and it was a good thing too, because Morgan sent his foot streight into her hand. He had good enough aim that the didn't impale his foot on her hand claws, but the only thing his kick managed to do was knock 23 in line with himself, and royally tick her off. She wished not for the first time that the neuro-disks could be effective anywhere on the body, and not just the head and neck area. As it was, 23 disengaged her arm from his leg and sprang up, landing so that one foot was on the floor by his head, and the other was at the base of his throat. "Don't move." she growled, as her right toe claw emerged to p***k his neck.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 5:15 am
A blade pressed to his neck, and all Morgan did was smirk. On might think he'd gone mad. Of course, he hadn't, but grinning when someone had a rather sharp claw to your neck was sure to unnerve people.
"Careful with that. You could put an eye out," he remarked, still smirking. "And you don't know me very well, do you?" he said. With another devilish grin, a ripple of force energy, pushed itself outwards from his body; a personal forcefield bubble, projected from himself, and existing for just long enough to push back anyone who got too close.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 8:27 am
X-23 had just been about to drop the neuro-disk onto Morgan's forhead, when something that looked like a forcefield appeared under her foot. It quickly moved away from him, forcefully pushing her foot upward, and causing her to stumble slightly to the side, and away from him. 'Great.... So that's his power. Forcefields. Just my luck.' she thought as she reclaimed her balance. Now how am I supposed to knock him out?'
Before Morgan had time to get up, she re-sheathed her toe claw, stepped forward with her left foot, and swung her right foot streight at his face. Maybe she could get him down for the count the old-fashioned way.
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