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Megan was hip deep, so to speak, in her pizza so when Lorelle came over and introduced herself to the group the best she could get out of Megan was a muffled grunt and a nod as the clawed mutant quickly swallowed what she had in her mouth and set her slice of pizza down. ”Hello.” She said finally snagging one of her napkins and wiping some of the grease off the tips of her claws before snagging a fry or two from her pile of them and munching those down her mouth still burning from the hot sauce she had dumped on her pizza. She glanced at Christian when he mentioned his abilities and his use of guns. ”As long as you have a license for that weapon sir and you’re not legally blind.” A career as a DJ? Megan didn’t get it for about a second. Then she got it and laughed. ”Scratching records has a whole new meaning when I’m doing the scratching.” She said and fished up her pizza to start finishing it. Did Megan bite? No but she could scratch like nothing else and she would have said that but she felt the jokes may be wearing a touch thin so she took another bite of her pizza to keep that to herself.

When Jacen came over Megan waved her free hand before taking the final bite of her pizza and quietly mourning it’s loss. Pizza was the magical food group. ”Ello!” She said after swallowing. Well she had her fries left and with that she dumped the remainder of her hot sauce on them and snagged a few.

When Kerrigan asked what they were going to be doing later on she shrugged. ”not much really. I have to file my nails is about all.” Besides filing down her nails since they had a training session in the planning. The last thing she wanted to happen during that training mission was to have a nail snap off. First off it was painful and secondly it was kind of embarrassing after all she was expected to keep herself ready to move in case of an emergency of a surprise training session. ”Why did you want to do something?” She asked.

Gideon just listened to the stream of words coming out of her mouth. Years of being together had given him a good grasp on the Spanish language. Sure before they met he had a passable understanding enough to get by if needed. Nope now he knew all the words she was spouting out. He just let her rant say anything she needed he could respond when she seemed more inclined to actually listen. She could hit him all she wanted he didn't mind it better her get some frustration out on him then the possible alternative. Then Narcissa's comment came over his comm and he just rolled his eyes and ignored it. He didn't stop her for fear of Bella getting hurt nor Cissa. No it was to prevent harm to those near by never mind the destruction of the library and probably all rooms connecting to it.

He knew when her questioning went from Spanish back to English her temper was slowly ever so slowly edging away. Well at least enough to probably listen to what he had to say. "I didn't prevent you from going in there to defend her." He said flat out. "Yes I heard what she said. That's how I knew to stop you outside the library." He said as they got closer to the lake.

He ignored the bit about her not getting into trouble thing. He knew very well that she had Summers wrapped all around her little finger. "I know you can. And honestly you could beat her in a fight when your head is on straight."

He was so glad she didn't run off when he put her down and let her go. He couldn't stop her at that point if she did. Then she of course threw them both being killers as a reason for their understanding. And it really wasn't the honestly he was sure the only reason she didn't out right hate him like others was thanks to what happened in Avalon. He could feel his own temper rising while no matter how mad he got he would never harm her. She was the only one who could make him blow his top and not get harmed in any way. "The fact that we both have taken life are lethal or any of that doesn't even have an effect on this right here right now. I tried to help her back in Catalina to maybe let go of some of that hate. It obviously didn't work." He said honestly he truly didn't understand what it was with Cissa hell he didn't even know really what started it all between Bella his love and the blond omega leader.

"You know what your right go. Have your confrontation with Cissa. I won't stop you." He said now turning his back to her. He couldn't stop her now even if he wanted to. "You have the ability to beat her. There really isn't a doubt in my mind about that. So go fight. Just be willing to deal with the repercussions of what happens. Never mind that the library contained more then just Cissa in it. But who cares about the collateral damage that would be done. The others that will be hurt or killed thanks to a stray power blast from you or Cissa." He said angrily.

He sighed heavily calming himself down after his out burst. "I didn't stop you to protect either you or Cissa from physical harm. I love you mi reina but I know you can hold your own. I just didn't want you to confront her all pissed off. How would you feel if after putting her in her place to learn that other students were hurt or worse thanks to the brawl between you and Cissa?" His hair clung to his face till he bowed his head slightly to look at the ground as water poured all around and dripped from his soaked form. "If you really need to fight her get her to met you down in the danger room. And you two can go at it till one or neither of you can stand. There at least no matter how intense it gets only that room and yourselves will come to harm."

Gideon knew taking a life was not an easy thing. He was unfortunately used to it. But what others didn't know was that the ones inadvertently hurt because of your actions hurt worse. And Gideon didn't hurt anyone in the New York nor Genosha attacks years ago. But his last mission for Hydra was the one that sent Magneto over the edge which brought about the New York disaster and the retaliation on Genosha. That fact is only known to those that happened to be there when Hydra showed up years ago in an attempt to reclaim him. Which as far as current team set ups was really only Bella on the Alpha's, along with Cissa, Kerrigan and Lillian on the Omega's. Other then that it wasn't put into record nor was it spoken of really since which he was thankful for. The whole having to calm her down was odd normally it was her calming him down to prevent him from hurting someone not the other way around.

Omega, Location: Kitchen
Gathering of the minds

"Well I've only seen it once, and this was a telekinetic so it may be a little different." he started, sharing his idea for Eli's defense "But the guy was able to lift and manipulate a circular shield about the size of a large platter in a highly defensive manner all around his body. I had to break the shield before I could get any closer to him." that was one hell of a fight, Roland would attempt a slash he'd block, a thrust would be met with his arm being smacked down, and a charge would result in being bashed along side the head. Hell of a fight, and Roland ended it the best way he could: smashed the shield and went straight in for the kill.

"I don't exactly know if you have any weight limitations, but if you could start practicing using a piece of metal, or even a metal rod, you can have a piece of armor you yourself wouldn't even have to touch."

When he then asked to hear Roland's theory on acupuncture, he was more than ready to explain, "Well, acupuncture is an ancient art going back thousands of years involving the manipulation of pressure points and nerve endings. On humans it's been shown to help with a variety of ailments, and even induce calm in some depending on which points are accessed." continuing, "My theory is, while these effects happen to humans: who can say the same thing can happen for mutants? Some have completely different chemical or neurological make up that can make the results that much more interesting. A manipulator of electricity is most likely going to use his or her nervous system as a way to generate and harness the power they have. I believe that it may be possible to increase and heighten the strength and level of control one can have over their abilities, possibly unlocking aspects of their powers they didn't even think of before."

It seemed a little of the mad-science type, but Roland thought this over a million times, "I've been doing the research into the subject, only thing I haven't done is physically do acupuncture on a mutant. Partially because I'm afraid of what might happen. If I overclocked someone's ability with no way to bring in the reins, things wouldn't end to well. I hope to be able to conduct an experiment under Dr. McCoy's watchful eye, with him able to intervene if something goes wrong." Hopefully this was good enough of a theory, after all the guy stated he was more of a physics person, which is interesting in and that of itself.

Hopefully this idea would work, the idea of increasing someone's power levels, and even control over their powers could prove invaluable for inexperienced mutants.

Omega - Cafeteria - Actually Hanging Out With Omegas? And Enjoying It? Has The World Ended?

Christian scooted over slightly when the newest of the new call-ups, Lorelle, took a seat at the table. She remarked back at his poor attempt at a joke, that she would bite back hard as well. "Aww... that's a shame," he fired off rather quickly with a chuckle soon following. He wasn't a stranger to being bitten, the oddly misshapen and discolored scar on his left hand being a glaring testament to that.

As he was taking a drink from his last juice bottle, he saw Jacen walking towards their table, joining the Omega menagerie. "Hey, what's goin' on? Haven't seen you in a minute," Christian said, referring to Jacen's surprise appearance in the kitchen while the Northwesterner was finishing his breakfast.

All in all, it was good to have this downtime with the teammates both new and old. Kicking back, Christian folded his hands behind his head and just stretched out, taking care to not accidentally kick anyone in the process. "Pleasure to meet ya, Lorelle," he said to the newest of the group after she'd spoken up and introduced herself.

While he was kicked back, he noticed Kerri wink his direction yet again. "What's the matter? Got somethin' in your eye, ma'am?" A grin crept over his face, hoping to show his senior on the team that he was just taking a miniscule jab at her. "Think I got some Visine up in my room... if'n you need it."

Still grinning like a goof, his attentions were diverted towards Megan who'd spoke up briefly in the midst of her pizza scarfing session. "Yessum," Christian replied, "Licensed since thirteen, card-carrying member of the NRA, and I can assure ya, I ain't blind at all." He had a hearty laugh though when she quipped back at his joke. It was a good thing to know that despite what limitations they had with their abilities, the could still have a sense of humor about it.

Lorelle was the first to speak up when Kerri asked what it was the others had in store for the rest of the day, mentioning she was planning on going to the mall. When he heard that, his mind wandered to what it was he had seen on the television earlier, thinking about all the political pundits stirring up random anti-mutant rhetoric. The fact that there were a gaggle of protestors shown all over the news and the proverbial 'torch-bearing mob' being featured did nothing to ease whatever worries were on his mind.

Christian couldn't help but to feel a tiny bit uneasy about Lorelle wanting to go to the mall, but he hesitated in speaking up. All he could do was shift his eyes over towards Kerri, hoping that that she'd pick up the hint. When the all of the new recruits were gone, he'd definitely have to inform her of what he saw on the television, especially if some of the newest of the 'flock' were wanting to go out by their lonesome. As it stood, he himself was hesitant to leave the school grounds and only would if he absolutely had to. Right now, he had no reason to leave.

"I've got nothin' on the docket today," Christian said, answering Kerri's question, "Unless y'all don't mind me gettin' a bit of target practice done in the Danger Room." His gaze didn't wander too far from Kerri's and even with his hands behind his head, he managed a very small shrug. The past couple of weeks had been relatively quiet for him, mostly cause he hadn't seen hide nor hair of Sophia around the grounds at all. Christian knew why though, the poor girl was completely shaken to her core after the excursion in the Nightmare world and wanted to go home for a bit. He couldn't blame her in the slightest for that; some days he wanted to go home himself to reconnect with his family, to recharge his batteries. In the back of his mind though, he knew he couldn't for some reason. He felt somewhat obligated to stick around the institute. He'd no doubt kick himself rather hard in the a** if a situation had arisen and he was stuck on the Left Coast with his family.

"Or, if any of y'all need help movin' stuff, I'm a decent excuse for a pack mule." Christian's gaze darted away from Kerri's and around the group of new recruits and even Daylia and Jacen. If they needed it, he'd help. If not, he'd catch an oh so glorious nap.

As Raine's song ended, she jumped slightly at the sound of quiet applause. It was almost as if she forgot that there were other people in the room, Raine's cheeks turning a light shade of pink a she saw it was coming from Robert. He asked if she ever thought of playing professionally, a laugh escaping her. She shook her head, brunette hair covering her blush as she rested her head against the neck of her instrument.

"Oh, heavens no. I'm nowhere near good enough to play professionally, but thank you. That's the sweetest thing I've heard in a long time," she said with another soft laugh, giving him a bright smile. Considering how the day had turned out in the library, she was glad that she was in good company who didn't think she was the scum of the earth for no apparent reason. At least the new Alphas seemed nice enough - they would all get along very well. Not that getting along was ever a problem for the Alphas. At least since she had been at the Academy, there were hardly any problems involving Alpha-on-Alpha violence. That had to say something about the teams, as if there wasn't enough to indicate that they were drastically different from the Omegas.

"So, Rob. Do you play an instrument? Or, I guess what I'm asking is what you do for fun. You know, hobby wise." God, she was coming off as inarticulate. But, she was curious as to what his talents were, since they all had at least one. And considering no one else seemed shy about showing off their musical talent in this setting, but he had not yet taken part, she was willing to venture a guess that music was not one of his hobbies. At least not in the same way.

Aurelie Nissleyxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx [Team: Alpha ]
xxxxxxxxxxx | Telekinetic | Mall, with Leo | Lady Gaga's Monsterball sounds appropriate right now. |



xxxxxx Aurelie's eyebrows raised a notch when Leo made himself sound self-assured. “Oh really now, I'd venture to guess you're one of those guys that's always right then?” She asked, teasing. Like him, her cerulean eyes followed to the group of jerks, the smile Leo had brought quickly pulling downward, marring any happy expression that would have otherwise been there. “Freakish?” She bit back angrily, though it was still just a rolling thunder... quiet out of necessity.

She stopped eating entirely as she watched, in horror how the scene would unfold. The rambunctious group of boys seemed hell bent on making the poetic boy miserable, making jibes at his expense, picking on him.. in a way that reminded Aurelie of the stereotypical, schoolyard bully out for your lunch money. As they continued, that thought was only confirmed. Leo stood as they tore the book from the boy's hands, and she was quick to follow, not about to watch someone be so harshly criticized in a public forum.

It was too late by the time they had sauntered over to the group to stop the inevitable. Selfishly, for their own kicks... they'd outted the boy as a mutant. Stirring up trouble for no reason other than their ignorant prejudice. Silently Aurelie cursed the boys, hoping well and good that Karma would come to bite them in the a** – sooner rather than later. She praised the boy for defending himself, when he was so outnumbered, and obviously not made for fighting.

The ringleader swung, no doubt able to deliver a blow that could break the boy's jaw, but Leo's hand grappled at his wrist before the fist collided with Aquaboy's face. He did a solid move, slamming the guy's face against his knee; the crunch of cartilage enough that under any other circumstance, she might have been sick. He took out the next one with the same amount of ease, a note that didn't go unappreciated from the telekinetic's viewpoint.

But the winning ended there, Aurelie's azure eyes falling to the crowd when the two pumped up for a riot. You've... got to be kidding me. As the others in the busy mall started to circle them, Aurelie manifested a telekinetic shield. “Leo... We're going to have issues pretty soon.” Obvious, yes... but she backed up towards the boy, picking up his book and handing it back to him.

“I'll have you know...” Aurelie glared, mouth set with her ire when she looked at the two that were rallying for support. “That most women like a guy sensitive enough to appreciate poetry.” True. Because Mister Machos tended to have skulls filled with rocks. And... guys that had a sense for artistic appreciation were often more compatible for women, including herself – her short list of boyfriends had all been into the arts – students like her at Julliard.

With that, Aurelie turned on her comm, linking herself to Bella. “Sometimes... going in pairs isn't enough. Leo and I are at the mall... and by the looks of things... we are going to need some help.” She'd explain the entire situation when the others got here. If they came.

With a wave of her hand, she pushed the pair of boys further so that they'd reach the end of it with ease. She twisted them upright when they were about to crash, holding a finger to her temple to force her concentration.

People were stirring, their eyes darting back between Leo and Aquaboy, and herself. “They're monsters!” One of the original gang members spoke up, a finger in the air. The word made her cringe visibly... if only for a second before her eyes narrowed to nothing but slits. “We're the monsters?” She repeated disgustedly. “WHen it was you and your neanderthals that caused this mess. Picking on someone because he wasn't on par with your sense of fashion, because you had reason to suspect... that he was what you so affectionately call a 'mutie.'” Her fury only caused her voice to raise a little, the tone of her words crisp, cool.

“He wasn't bothering you.” So who was the monster now? Those just trying to survive... with a mutation none of them asked for, or the belligerent jerks that judged them for that which they couldn't control.

Even as she said that though, someone came from behind her, grasping her squarely at her shoulders, pulling her hands behind her back. “Seems you're causing a scene, missy.” He said, pulling on her, backing her away from what was fast becoming a swarm of angry, prejudiced people.

On one hand, she should have been grateful... the guy was separating her from the mob. On the other hand... she was pretty sure she was getting arrested, and there were several other cops ready to do the same thing to Leo and the poetry kid. She wasn't the bad guy here... those guys were. “They started it. If you're going to arrest me... then they need the same treatment done unto them.” She said flatly, not resisting because it'd just look worse for the mutant world if she did.

“They're just protecting the human race from creeps like you.” He snarled, happy to leave the gang of douchebags alone. “You don't belong amongst society; I hope you rot.” A good cop would have stopped the man who had approached. A good cop would have protected a girl, even if she was in trouble. No scratch that... a good person would have done so. But the world as it was didn't hold too many good people any more.

And so she could only brace herself before a hard fist collided with her jaw – it'd definitely bruise later. “Take that, freak.” The good thing was, with the nature of Aurelie's powers, she didn't need control of her hands... and the guy sailed back into a wall, crashing with a resounding thud before he fell limp on the floor.

“Take that... a*****e.” She countered, her tone just a tad malicious now.

Slowly, the blond closed her eyes, focusing now on creating a shield, so that no more attackers could get to her. “You going to take to the holding area, or not... because I'd rather not have a hundred assault charges on my record for defending myself.”

He snorted, but adhered to her words, leading her from the fight for now... jostling her around without care that the angle which her arms were in hurt, and that people just didn't bend that way. “Bella... I hope you get here soon...”

Leo and the poetry boy weren't here yet... which made her hope that they'd at least gotten past the crowd. Here was hoping.

Omega – Cafeteria – Looking for trouble

The girl with claws for hands said hello, and Jacen waved back. cocking his to one side as he examined the new omega’s mutation. It made him realize how there were pretty much no students on the junior teams with blatantly obvious mutations. Yet another unimportant oddity of this school he noticed. “’Ello’ to you too.” He said, smiling warmly as Megan inhaled her food. Nice to see a Mainlander who would eat more than a salad.

“I’m stealthy like that.” He said in response to Kerri, the actual seriousness of the statement made him chuckle. Jacen hopped onto the bench, sitting Indian-style (No offense intended Aren) while Christian and Daylia managed to voice their own greetings before answering Kerrigan’s query into their schedules.

“Moving? Sleeping? That doesn’t sound like much fun.” He said, a frown forming at the idea of boring activities. Granted, rest and relaxation never stayed boring here. “Odd things at the mall? That sounds fun.” He said, perking up at Daylia’s comment on strangeness occurring there. He waved to the newnew omega, Lorelle.

“Oh yea, I’m Jacen Reilly by the way. Kraken in the field.” He said to all gathered.

Feigning bewilderment at his best friend, the Slovene angled his face leftward, brows rising a touch…before inevitably, a playfully sardonic lilt took hold of his lips, ”You never asked. Dealers don’t usually give their drugs out for free, you know.” Huh, Dorrito dealer; seemed an appropriate title.

Set phasers to Narcissa again—what the hell was a ponce, anyway? Deductive reasoning managed to supplement the lack of knowledge, and Dom narrowed his eyes at her in jest, ”And it’s that or losing my foot, right?” He forced a sigh, acting for a moment like he was actually weighing the options, before the scarecrow subject came to light again…and in a way that would have had him choking on his coffee, had he had any handy. Eyes widening, the Slovene settled for choked laughter instead…but there it was again anyway; a little tinge of rouge.

Which sobered when she spilled the word ‘eunich’ into the conversation, ”Jezus Krist-Uh…yeah…I’ll pass on that one, thanks.” Another sigh, coupled with man’s olive eyes rolling heavenward for a moment when she moved the hair from his eyes, ”True—although you didn’t manage to rattle the brain that, according to Oz, I wasn’t even supposed to have.”

Being able to joke about it may well have been a sign of improvement at least. Needless to say, the last few weeks had found him in considerably low spirits, likely all too noticeable to those who cared to know him well enough to see past the stoic guises. Gasper had been on his a**—calling doctors he’d not seen in years, refilling multiple prescriptions which he had no real need for. No, his seizure disorder hadn’t sparked into life again. He’d not really expected it to…and he’d told him just that…

-His godfather had delivered a few meds meant to stave it off regardless. Damnit.

A chuckle caught in the Slovene’s throat when Narcissa spoke to Lillian through her comm, the young man’s eyes lightly rolling skyward for a moment, ”I hope you’re planning on excluding me from those activities—last I checked, it’d not be the good sort of threesome.”

”Very damn distracting, thanks.” He’d been going for a deadpan look at the woman, sure he’d keep the look level despite their proximity…but her use of name Sacagawea sort of killed all latter intentions, forcing the blonde’s expression to dissolve into one slightly more mirthful. For Aren, the look became a touch more abashed, ”What? You won’t teach me how to grow my own corn now? Well damn…” A pause, wherein the mutant flashed a toothy smile—kind of a rarity from him, but the scenario merited it, ”See? I at least paid some attention in my U.S. History class…proof that I don’t fail at everything.” ‘Some’ being the key word, of course.

Cissa Finally opted to use a real chair, Dom letting out a small sigh of relief when she scooted away—all below his waist safe again. Granted, the algebra book wasn’t a very satisfactory replacement; his countenance spoke as such when he stared down at its cover…thinking with dread about all the neglected pages chalked with formulas which lay beneath its surface. Her final threat was a good push, to boot. Dominik switched his gaze between his two companions and sighed, ”Fine. You win.” Opening the book and grabbing a pencil, the Slovene finally gave way to a look of genuine discontent, ”Happy now?”

Someone should be, at least.

((OOC: Sorry this is so short and crappy D: ))