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Freya smiled but it vanished quickly when she saw the look on Regina's face. She walked up to Porter and looked at him very carefully, avoiding eye contact of course. After a while, she sighed.

"Considering you have a girlfriend who is new to all this love thing, I think I'll go soft on you pretty boy," she said. "From today until the sunset of the day after tomorrow, you'll be my slave. After that, you'll be free to run back into her arms and do all those dirty things you have in mind for her."

"Freya will you STOP saying that kind of thing in front of people?!" yelled Wanda from the other side of the court. The spirits vanished immediately after the game was won so she was alone on her side.

"Don't mind her. She's a bit stressed about the upcoming match. Not that I blame her if we go after Pietro," Freya told them as if she was whispering.

"I heard that!"

"Don't look so gloomy. I mean, yes it's bad to lose but your only mistake was to take this game too seriously. I was having fun even though we were losing at the beginning."

Bad winners would say such things to rub it in but for Freya, winning or losing in a game wasn't that important. She told them those things sincerely and it was hard to believe otherwise.

OOC: Before you go any further Psylight, Freya and Wanda are not part of the brotherhood but from a neutral third faction. And they all played with the risk of slavery over their heads. wink

I know. Any mutant not from tne Institute immediately gets branded as part of the Brotherhood, because in her case, she doesn't know any better. And yeah, I know they all played with slavery over their heads, She was just focusing on Porter's loss, rather than anyone else's. ^_^

Regina shrugged at the comment then blushed with an embarrassed look. "Heyyyy.... He's not... er... uh...." she stammered, unsure of what to say to that. Her first kiss from him was more than she had really expected. Heated and heavy, no other physical action but it wowed her in more ways than one.

She coughed to gather her thoughts and nodded. "I know you'll do nothing to him that would uh... be bad. You said so yourself so it doesn't worry me. Good game."

Gen sighed, she was hoping they could win. "Yeah. Good game..." she muttered, looking at the sand. She felt bruised and battered from the brutality of using powers during the game. She looked over to the match that Teagan was part of and went to watch her to see how they faired. ~we sould play a fun game... without powers later.~ she thought.

"You guys?," Jacen quipped, "I do believe the one time we did fight side by side, we kinda did lose, eh?" Quickly, he took a sip of his bottle before getting slapped rather hard on his uninjured shoulder. Unfortunately, Porter was chosen as the 'slave' so quickly, that there wasn't enough time to patch up his shoulder properly.

He looked at it, the thin layer of dermabond just barely covering the wound. Leave it, he thought as he got hit with a wave of rather...odd emotions. There were alot of heavy consciences because of the outcome. Jacen rather expected to get hurt again out there, and he did readily accept Freya's apology. The more he started to feel, instinctively, he started to funnel it through himself.

Straining for a moment, Jacen slowly stood to his feet as he used his abilities to directly strengthen him, though only temporarily. With a grunt, he shifted his weight to his right leg, and looked at everyone on the court before helping Penance to her feet.

"Good game," Jacen said loudly to everyone, "Seriously. Everyone of us played our asses off." With that, he turned around and started to walk away. When he was about only three steps from where he stood, he almost instantly fell pale. Another ten steps, and around a bush later, there was a loud cough followed by a rather chunky splash. Either from blood loss throughout the day, or the time in the ocean, or the fact his wounds may be infected.

"Sure you'll be able to make the walk to the house?," he heard the blonde say as he headed up the hill.

"Ha! Lady, try trudging through a blizzard with broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, abrasions, and lacerations....then we can talk, cool?," Jacen said rather rudely as he went along on his way. His first, and only stop was to his room. He needed rest.

"One can only hope." Kim replied, appreciative of the friendly greeting. She averted her eyes to the young man and smiled towards him. She was happy for the most part, that things did not get out of hand as she had feared they might, and in any case, having surveyed the combatants, she didn't recognise a single one of them to be anyone who can block mental attacks, so dampening their spirits, so to speak, would have been a cakewalk.

She took his hand and shook it lightly, then leant into him and spoke quietly. "If you need a lawyer to get out of this at any time, call me. I'm very persuasive." and she stood back, still holding his hand and grinning. "Until then, it was a pleasure, kaki te ano."

The subconscious twitch in his gaze gave away the fact that he didn't have a clue what she just, but she chose not to indulge his curiosity. Anyone with half a brain would realise her half-diluted accent was from New Zealand, and the only two languages primarily spoken were English and Maori. She'd leave it up to his imagination what she just said. In reality, it was simply, "fare well."

With the action over, Kim was at odds as to what her new plan was. She didn't feel like lounging around now, even though lounging around and sunbathing was one of her favourite passtimes. Many a time, inhabitants of the mansion would catch her lazily draped across the couch like some discarded jacket, watching reruns of The Simpsons with a small bowl of popcorn. Kim considered following the others back to the institute to ensure all was well. She'd watched more than enough "Sports fans gone wild" episodes to know that adrenaline turned nasty when combined with a depressing loss.

She wrestled with the idea in her head. She'd come out here with the intention of lounging, could she just throw that plan out the window out of concern for a simple lost game? She was already in her bikini...

Sighing and arching her head back, she begrudgingly sifted her toes through the sand as she walked in the direction of the others. She was tanned enough anyway. Couldn't losing her light-olive complexion with blonde hair, she'd look like those Ganguro girls you see all the time in Tokyo. As she walked she wondered of the state of Jacen, who for various reasons seemed more painful than disappointed. He hobbled along with Penny. Though she make a big deal out of these things, he certainly looked banged up after a game of voleyball. She decided to see if he was fit to move.

"Sure you'll be able to make the walk to the house?"

His answer was needlessly self-absorbed and extremely unjustified. So much so that she actually stopped walking and cocked her head to the side, if as much to say "What did I do to deserve that?" When she did start walking again, she shook her head lightly, and stayed indignantly quiet. She'd thought about spreading a little happiness throughout the others, but that idea crashed and burned upon remarks like that. Let them stew in their own foul juices.

When she got inside after a short hike, she kicked off her shoes and walked dismissively into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing a soda. As she meandered towards the lounge, she cracked the can open and stopped ********!" she exclaimed with disgust, holding up her hand and admiring her broken middle fingernail. Sighing yet again, she continued towards the couch, slid like an amoeba over the back and came to rest in a position that made her slim, beautiful body look like someone had spilled meat tenderiser on her and left her limp and lifeless. Fishing the remote from deep within the cushions, she aimed and clicked it on the TV, in more of a foul mood than she was before.

"Ungrateful little so-and-so's... What did I do to deserve such treatment?"

Flicking through channels, it was obvious she wasn't watching anything, just thinking herself in a frenzy. "All I did was stand there and watch and suddenly it's open season on poor little Kim, great..."

She sighed with a mouthful of cushion. "Maybe I'm just too old to fit into their little groups anymore. I guess I'm really a teacher now."

Porter frowned feeling bad for the way Kim was welcomed by some of the team. Although, he understood the hostility, he wasn't treated very well when he first took over the Green team as their counselor and teacher. It took him months to gain their trust and even Evelyn had a hard time trusting his word. At least now, with some of them he was allowed to fit in as much as their 'chaperone' could fit in.

How were things going to work when they got back to the Institute? A good majority of the X-Men team were still his students. The leaders of the team were no longer his responsibility. I guess this was going to be a grand Xavier experiment. See if his students really could run a team. Porter's job was still the same, make sure the kids are protected and they learn to protect themselves.

He walked onto the back patio of the beach house and poured Freya and Wanda a drink just to be nice... and having a sinking feeling that a drink request would be coming sometime soon amongst other things. He wasn't sure he felt about the entire thing. It was a bit awkward to him having to do the bidding of another undoubtably attractive girl. Not that he thought anything would happen bad. It was just a strange situtation all around for him. It literally had been years since he had any female around him for more than an hour at best.