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 Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 9:58 am
Omega - War Story is My Life Story
Carlos swiped another Cicada from the skewer and served Evie another helping of fish as she seemed to be liking it. " Dancing around Bella's hearing only got so hard recently. Before sneaking up on her was just really soft steps and controlling your breathing. Now I have to step into another dimension, to get within a mile.", He thought it over what she said about her and drugs came to the singular conclusion. " I'm good, but to give you a buzz, that's more Forellen's department. Poison's don't really adapt like a virus. The only way I figure it, is to keep something airborne and you breathing it in constantly." His musing lead to ingenuity. He's never had a reason to consider poisoning others. not in a casual happy way. A formula started forming in his head, and he broke off that to listen. There were abit of his possessions that Carlos valued out of sentiment. those would be alright once dug up. But his cache of toxic terrorism would be hard to replace even over time.
" I can teleport most anywhere, but some of the plants and ingredients I had were rare. At least one is rare enough that I can only get it from one place. A vial of insect venom isn't really easy to farm. I could replace all that stuff. But alot of it was given to me by abuelo and mi madre." He stopped there as she mentioned the eel, then went on to some randomness. He was amused but failed laugh, only smirking somewhat. The last part wiped it from his face forcing him to think, but he knew what the answer was. The most significant reason he left his life behind was because of Cissa, but being here it seemed the life was less different. In a way he never really got out.
He lulled it over in his head trying to word it correctly and sighed before he spoke. " The simple answer is no. Being here I honestly can tell you the biggest difference is the weirdness of some of the fights we get into. Back in Columbia, where we lived, it was a constant three sided war. The Government, the Guerrillas, and the people. To keep themselves safe, the people started fighting like the Guerrillas, Some Guerrilla camps became more like marauders and the government just got confused which is which. The Vineyard was a neutral zone. Even the Government turned a blind eye when Bella's family started building a small private army for protection. But Raiders weren't so smart, and some just looked for trouble. Out of the People were me people. We Call ourselves Kiowa but the truth is further back."
He drank from a gord some of the fruit juice and ate another piece of fish before continuing. She didn't seem bored by his long story slash explanation and it would help pass time, and at least enlighten once person as to how he came to be. " Long story short when North America, was beginning to form into the U S of A, At least three separate tribes had groups that broke off and migrated south. They kept going getting more members from other tribes until they ended up down here. Unlike the states Columbia didn't really set up reservations, so they adapted and integrated into society. All the Different tribes became one, the old ways changed to become modern as time passed on. Some become Guerillas because of our thousand years of warring skills. Others like my mother and father just want peace among the people. My father was head of security of Bella's family estate. Since before either of us were born actually. So I grew up kinda with her as my sister. Then when I was young, My grandfather came. About eight, nine... My mother was very sad but proud my father kinda happy. I was taken to go live in the wilds, and trained to be a stalker."
He shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head getting an audible popping noise from the joints. Long story finally seeming to be about halfway. He was summarizing things of course but details wouldn't exactly be needed to understand the end result. " In Modern day a Stalker is basically an assassino. Raven's were another name. It was how I was born. I born under a certain sign and that made my life. Every year atleast we got two weeks back at home at least to be with family. The off back to the wilds to learn something. Because of the warring, pickings were many. raiders attacking innocent people were common enough, so my training was a little more hands on then you might picture. At first it was hiding, running, learning to move to "stalk". Then by fourteen, striking, and killing. Being the Prodigy that I was ten men one room, a knife, a smoke bomb, and the element of surprise. At least one scratch. Death by then didn't bother. My powers came to me before then. Some were scared of me yes, but some of the older people saw it as some sign that I was an incarnation of the Raven Death God. Raider's saw me and Bella as we were mutants. And so another Side was added to an already chaotic war."
He looked don at the fire and threw another log ontop of it to keep it going taking another drink bite of fish. " The rest is well, here I am. The life of Motega in a nutshell." He held some humor but it probably didn't sound as strong as intended. He didn't look at Evie for sometime, musing his thoughts and trying to straighten it out so he could switch subjects, or likely answer some questions however random they might be coming from Evie.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 6:51 pm
Alpha: Xavier Kiddies
"It's okay, 'los," She tilted her head towards him and put her sunglasses on top of her head now that the sun was completely gone. She accepted the fish he had given her, "I get enough buzz off adrenaline that we don't need to do any potions, poisons and virus concocting. So don't get all excited." She winked joking with him.
She listened to everything he said intently. The realization struck her and she mentioned it aloud when done, "I think this is the first time you ever told me your story in the four years that I've known you. I've read bits and pieces from student files... but we don't need to divulge that to any higher authorities... but never heard it. That's different. Then again, I think this is one of the longest conversations we've ever had."
She pulled a cicada off a skewer and tossed it in the air like it was popcorn seeing if she could catch it in her mouth. Of course, she did. Finally feeling full, she slowed down her eating and stretched out. Putting her hands behind her head she watched the fire, "Thanks for letting me stay and eat. That was ah-may-zing."
"Motega in a nutshell is a feat not possible," she suddenly wished she had a glass of wine... for pure taste of course. She smiled and poked the skewer at the fire to watch it heat up, "Now, Thorne... you can describe in a nutshell."
"Classic Xavier student tale. Parents divorced. Got my powers while in the middle of a soccer match, went into shock from the sensory overload and my mother sought out Xavier. Spent my first year failing my power classes, no control. I ended up going into self-isolation because I couldn't handle all the stimuli. By 15, had a grasp on my powers and started to train with Betsy and Logan. Mother was killed in Genosha..." She trailed off a bit still stung by that, "By 16... well, you know the rest. That's when you came to the school. Nothing crazy, nothing exciting. Just life. All the real fun started on the New Mutants anyway."
She was mostly matter-of-fact about who she was. She took the skewer out of the fire and used the blackened point to create marks on the rocks. She could hear the sound of burnt wood on rock very clearly. Something about the sound was pleasing to her ears. Looking at him through the corner of her eye she smiled, "Now that is a nutshell my dear. Want to swim?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 9:47 pm
 Alpha: Mingling with the newbiesAs soon as rum and coke was spilled Alek's senses caught guard. He perked up and looked around. He somehow had missed everyone with their drinks... wine... rum... Was that a russian accent he heard as well? That meant there was probably some sort of Vodka around. Alek had a bright smile on his face. Surely Bella would know it would just be a matter of time before the alcohol found it's way into a cup, that would some how end up in his hand. The glory of it all... Bella couldn't do anything about it. She busted him, she would have to bust the whole party. Alek planned to make sure of this. Yeah it was petty... but that's how everyone viewed him. So why try and change anymore. It didn't take long before Alek came down in the sand next to where the newest of the X-men were gathering. He had cup in hand, and he had downed another before making his way down here. He had managed to avoid Forellen while he was pouring it, chugging it, and then pouring again. Alek caught a few names. Petra, Eli... but the drunken mess here he didn't seem to have a name for. "Hey... your some of the new guys right?" Alek spoke up, not really caring if he interrupted or not. "Eli... Petra... Hoshi... Wilbur?" He pointed at the respected persons with his finger that was released from the grip of his cup. "And who might the buzzed one be?" Alek smiled knowing those feelings all to well. It was funny how alcohol worked. Sometimes it takes nothing to get you wasted, other nights you could drink all night and feel nothing. This was one of those nights... It was probably because he had been drunk earlier on in the day. " "Im Alekzander Truth." He said with a nod. The outside of his cup was obviously chilled. Frosted rather. He had no need for ice . "I can keep your drinks cold if you'd rather not water them down with ice." He looked down to his opened buttoned up tropical shirt. He had a normal evening beach look. The opened shirt, the flower trunks, and flip flops. He grabbed at the shirt pulling it over the scar that was starting to come into view. "And Im an Alpha... for now. Not sure if Ill be sticking around after this little vacation here to be honest. I dont think X-Man life is one I wish to lead anymore."
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 10:14 pm
Omega: Staring at the fire
Varian spent most of the day following Rain, twirling the little crystal that was around his neck between his thumb and index finger. It was a symbol of hope, love and family to him. To anyone else it would just be... a charm on a necklace. But thats how sentimental value worked.
He left his violin in his room. He'd probably go back and get it, to play in the moonlight that casted down onto the beach, reflecting in the water. It would only be a matter of time before the fire in those drinks worked their magic and everyone partaking would stumble off to sleep somewhere. And Varian would be there to push some of them away from the waters edge for when the tide comes in. But if you drink and fall asleep, you need to get your own sorry a** to the bed. That was not Varian's job.
Varian was just gliding around the beach effortlessly, his powers keeping him above the sand. He walked as if the ground was solid, it looked unusual, and normal all at the same time. He pretty much walked all over the place, not mingling but just being known. He avoided only one person, and never really went anywhere near him. They're were still far to many issues to be resolved between he and Carlos.
And Narcissa... they still had not been alone at all since she got back. Their had been plenty of chances but Varian just fled. He really didn't want much to do with her either. He looked down at his crystal which glittered against fire light. The crystal seemed to capture the fire and store it with in. Thats what he wanted to do with how he felt when he was around here... to have it around his neck all the time. Carry her with him... He didn't know what this feeling was. It was the same way he felt about his brother and family, but at the same time... it was different. Until he figured this out... he thought best to avoid her as well.
The complications that are life...
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 10:41 pm
ALPHA Ain't drunk yet!  Only buzzed, Wilbur grabbed for his drink, but Eli had already disposed of it. He hadn’t planned on getting smashed, although, he’d never actually been drunk before, so he wasn’t sure of his limit. The taste of the non-alcoholic beverage surprised him, like when you drink flavored water without expecting it. He wasn’t interested in it, or any other beverage anymore for that matter. Which was perfect, because an already tipsy Leion brazenly slung his arm around Leion’s shoulder, knocking his drink to the sand. Wilbur scooped the cup with his foot and tossed it like a hackey sack into his free hand. He wasn’t sure where a trash bin was, but he was not about to just leave it there. He didn’t want to be that guy that got chastised for littering. He left Leion on his shoulder, because honestly, he needed a bit of support himself.
He was a bit embarrassed when the pretty Omega with the accent came by and started talking to Eli, but he figured he didn’t look too drunk. If anything, he looked like a guy helping his drunk friend; he thought himself very chivalrous, girls like that. On Eli’s last comment, Wilbur spoke up:
“Hey, hey, I’m not drunk yet. I’m perfectly capable of handling my spiked drinks. But please,” Wilbur paused, “keep the straight vodka to yourselves.” Wilbur pantomimed puking on the sand.
Then Hoshi joined the group and apologized for being late, but it’s a beach party, late does not exist. She began going on about all of the X-Men and it was making sense, so he wasn’t too far behind.
“Gosh, they told me in the brochure I’d just be going to school with ‘occasional extracurricular activities’, you guys sound serious around here.” The part about Gideon sparked his attention. “Yeah, I kind of met him earlier today. He seemed kind of hard to peg down. Having Wolverine’s genes mixed in you one way or another would make sense. My vote’s for a different dimension.” He laughed.
Another guy came over. This one introduced himself as an Alpha, so that was good. Wilbur wanted to know everybody on his team before they got back to school.
“Yeah, I’m Wilbur, I fly.” Alek pulled his opened shirt toward his body, but Wilbur caught a glimpse of the scar he was trying to hide. He didn’t look too long, not long enough for the Alpha to notice. He looked up and smiled. “So, you know a better way to keep the drinks cold? Got a Japanese gadget or something?” It hadn’t occurred to him that Alek could be talking about his ability. Wilbur fiddled with the empty cup he had in his hand. There was still no trash can in reach.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 3:24 am
Alpha - Change of Plans... We're just gonna drink ourselves silly "Yeah, we're cool." He said smirking slightly to Petra. He laughed at Wilbur's pantomime until Petra declared they should drink up.
But yeah, he's the wind one," Eli stated pointing to Wilbur, "So, ruskeia, (I apologize if I butchered that spelling, I just typed it out phonetically) You don't mind if I call you that, do you? What part of Russia do you reside from? He said, taking in her looks. She was attractive. Not gonna lie, and the outfit, it was something about a girl wearing a guy's shirt, unless it was their boyfriend's, was attractive. And he liked Russian accents, well, light ones, hers was rather thick. But, he was enjoying the moment. Until she stated they drink more
"Hey now, I'm up for getting hammered, but in all honesty he's rocking from half a cup of rum and coke. Or Rum and... whatever. Man up with some Vodka, chasers are over there." He said pointing to a table with juices and what not. "If you're getting sh*t faced, you're going down hard. After Vodka, Yeager bombs?" Eli said with a slight smirk.
He stood there and listened as the conversation unfolded and as Hoshi explained about the present squad members at the bonfire and about Gideon. He had sensed something inside him, and she had made it clear as to what. He just stayed quiet about it though.
His moments of just staying quiet ceased as Alekzander came up to them, introducing himself. Eli nodded as he was pointed to. He let Alek continue with the introductions, and explanation to his drink. It wasn't hard to tell with a glass of no ice and heavy condensation and frost permeating from his hold on the cup. As Alek showed his scars, Eli was tempted to do the same. But the four scars on Eli's chest weren't ones he felt like opening up, or talking about their origins.
"Sir, I will take you up on that offer. HELL!, I'll be right back!" He declared, the alcohol was getting to him now. Eli always got 'great' ideas. Or at least, that's what they were in his mind. Not too sure about what others would think. Moments later, Eli returned, appearing empty handed. Until a tray made from iron particles that were scattered across the beach floated down.
Two bottles of Vodka, large ones at that. Different mixers, Yeager and a couple of energy drink were on this tray. Eli had ensured it floated in the air so no one would see him walking off with someone's stash.
"Who's up for a private party? Away from mooches," He said giving a sly look at the snatched alcohol. Then his eyes glanced to Petra, "We can stay close, I know the Omegas gotta stay close and what not, so, if your Team leader calls you guys up for something, you're not too far off? Or if you wanna keep your com open, if you can, and we can go to my secret spot up to the top of Catalina? Just us..." He paused a moment to count everyone, Hoshi, Alek, Wilbur, Himself,Petra, Leion. "Six? Yeah, the alcohol was starting to hit him, after all, he had downed to cups on his way there and back to the group.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 6:20 am
Omega-Imma tourist. The dinner was pleasant, as dinners tended to be. Antonio kept silent through most of it, only speaking if there was a question directed towards him. He needed to practice not drawing attention. He needed to learn to blend in more. Roja was good at doing that, maybe she could teach him. He would have to ask politely though, he would hate for her to get offended at what actually was a compliment. She had a way of over reacting when Antonio did things that he thought was nice. Like the time he had been complimenting the her control and the overall usefulness of her powers. He had not said anything verbally because actions spoke louder than words ever could. Shandra, however, had not appreciated him throwing a troll at her. Still silent, he followed him as they went shopping. This time it was not because he did not want to draw to much attention to himself, it was because he was more concerned with the people that seamed to be following the group. Though it was a single man at first, the group had begun to grow. He thought about telling the rest of the group about them, but there was no reason to worry them. It did not take a genius to figure out what their intentions were. Antonio could not blame them really, everything about his little group screamed tourist, and most tourists had at least some money, Antonio knew this for a fact. He had a feeling that Shandra was aware of what was going on as well, not surprising considering their similar back grounds and her attention to detail. As they walked out of the store, Antonio found himself faced with a hard decision. Shandra left the group, most likely to draw some of the thugs away. Antonio was not really worried about her. He knew very well what she could do with her powers, and he was certain that she would be safe. Perhaps it would be better if he stuck with Christian and Shopia, but if he did that, not only would they run the risk of running into more thugs, the pair of them might think he was trying to baby them. After all, fighting off street thugs while on vacation is something that every X-man must do at some point in their life. Looks like he would go with option three, drawing away his own small group. "I will catch up to you guys later, I have to go make a deposit." Antonio said these words loud enough that the thugs would be able to hear him, but not to the point where it was obvious what he was doing. Smiling Antonio turned around and began following Shandra, well at least the thugs that were following her. His ears could pick up the sound of footsteps behind him, not many, but more than one set. He wished that he could have drawn away more, but he was certain that the other two would be able to fend for themselves. When the group stopped to receive a warning from Shandra, Antonio pushed his way though the group. This was a great time for him to show off the most recent thing he had learned to do with his powers, as Shandra would be the only one who would appreciate this particular talent. His bumping into some of the thugs on his way to the red head was not due to clumsiness, quite the opposite. When the thugs tried to take out their poorly concealed guns and knives, they would find them no longer there. It was great how the human body was sensitive to the weight of objects, it was also great how the weight of an object was related to the force of gravity. What the thugs thought was a gun was just a really heavy piece of cloth, or stick, or whatever object Antonio managed to pull out of the folds of his clothes. "Excuse me" He said to his latest victim as he pushed his way out of the small crowd. "Man you walk fast. Do you remember where that nice old man said the bank was." Smiling Antonio walked closer to Shandra, whispering so that only she would be able to hear him. "How would you like to play a nice game of catch?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 1:52 pm
 Dark Walk Way - Playing Garbage Man
Without turning around she could hear the starts of angry whispers from the gang. And someone...tripping? No...it was tempting to turn around...but what fun would it be if these guys wizened up without learning their lesson first? After all, glowing green eyes usually was not the sign of the average next door neighbor. "Watch where you're going!"She heard one of the thugs almost hiss out.And then she heard a very familiar "Excuse me!". Looks like Antonio decided to join in on the fun. Shandra smiled a little at his question. It was almost amusing he felt the need to keep it up when they were in a stand off. Never mind that she wasn't facing the people...she didn't really need to.
The redhead leaned in, in a way, as Antonio brought out a whisper. Turning this into a game...those poor, poor thugs on the other end that was going to be their balls. She hadn't played a power game in a while...
"Sounds like fun," She whispered back, looking at him as she turned her head over towards her shoulder to see."Yo, girly, why don't you look this way? Might be nice to see that pretty little face of yours before it gets busted up."Shandra's eyelids slowly slipped down her eyes as she rolled them. Well, no time like the present to turn around. After all, they did ask for it. As she turned around, some of the guy's took a swearing break. Something about mutants...some of them not so clean - in more ways then one. The more they spoke, the more she just wanted to throw them to the wall. But Antonio already had something he wanted to do with them.
"Can we do this quickly...?" Shandra asked, her question towards Antonio though the apparent "leader" of this group seemed to take it otherwise."Ain't nothing going to be quick about this baby. My boys and I are going to enjoy this all night..."'He...did...not.'
Shandra clenched her jaw. In a whisper she didn't even realize had come out, she spoke. "Over my dead body."
That seemed to amuse them, and the so called "leader" reached for whatever weapon he thought he had. Only to pull out...a twig? Shandra bit her lip from laughing. Looks like she found out why Antonio had been so clumsy. And the look on the wanna-be gangster was hilarious."What the hell did you do you mutant b***h?"Shandra shrugged. She hated when people cussed uselessly, something about it not being very polite and she wasn't exactly raised to be rude. But over the years, especially since coming to the academy, she'd gotten used to it. But being used to it didn't mean she had to like it.
And so the man who'd called her a b***h was slammed into the wall. Harshly.
If Antonio wanted to do something "fun" he should probably start now...the 5 left over were charging.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 7:23 pm
Omega: I'm New, I Have an Excuse
Hm. There would be a conversation with Gideon at a later date. Right now, there was fun to be had. And she wasn't going to complain about drinking with a group of pretty decent looking X-males. If anything, she knew they would have her back when it came to any meandering locals.
"X-Men life have benefit, Alekzander," Petra said to him folding her arms since her cup was now empty, "We live for free and help save day. Personal problem follow us no matter location." She didn't know if her point came across. The fact of the matter was that she found it easier to deal with problems at the Xavier Institute. It was controlled. They had more at their fingertips that most could ever dream of.
But enough of that. Back to Eli. And Wilbur. She laughed at Wilbur's vodka comment and was able to mock herself, "In Mother Russia, you no drink vodka. Vodka drink you. And I drink yours for you. I stay standing."
"I am from St. Petersberg, Eli," She answered him and arched an eyebrow thinking she caught him giving her the once over. She didn't mind. He was attractive. Too bad he was on the other team. Now when he reappeared with more vodka, she smiled and nodded, "Now that is fun."
She waved her hand at the mention of Omega rules, "I am new. Maybe rule is lost in translation, yes? Only rule told to me was learn to... eh speak English. I go with you. You drunk. Maybe I should carry tray."
Putting a hand on the tray, the bottom pulled to her skin sticking to it. Nobody would know she had it attached to her save for maybe Eli due to his power. Instantly on touch, she knew it was iron and she could feel the pull that the magnetism had on it as well.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 10:38 pm
Alpha: Not the Police... Sophia felt something inside her shake loose, watching Narcissa move like… Well, not like she could move, that was for sure. Like a snake… Or a demon. She’d never seen the Omega leader actually fight outside of the Limbo battles… Part of her had always thought… Well, that she was all hot air when in her right mind. But it became very clear to her why the blonde was in charge, even when she was still possibly insane. If achievable, she backed further into Christian—Only moving when Narcissa came near them. Sophia was terrified of her, after watching her break a man’s arm without flinching—Honestly terrified. So terrified that she couldn’t blink when the Omega ordered them to move… It might take someone to drag her along the path and out of the way. The southern belle could only stare… Having flinched away from the palpable heat that passed from Narcissa to her friend. For a moment, she wondered if she was intending to whip them with the unending energy she always seemed to have… Sophia was more afraid of Narcissa, than she was of the thugs. She would have rather had a wrestling match with the thugs, than to have afternoon tea with the Omega leader. She didn’t know how Christian could stand to look at her. Could act like her. She’d heard the shattered bone he’d caused… She wasn’t sure how he felt about it… But at the moment, she was frightened of the both of them. Fearing that she had the potential for that kind of violence against humans herself... It could happen. She could hurt, and maim, without thought. Her fingertips were itching to press the button on her comm that was in her purse…It would send a panic to her team leader, let her know there was trouble. Isabella would know what to do…Bella was, in her opinion, the better choice as far as leaders went… Between blue and red, she was blue through and through. Maybe Bella would have been nicer… But there was no need for such senseless violence. What was the saying, that hatred only begets hatred? The Omega’s had a lot of hate and pain coming their way, if karma ran true. Normally Sophia didn’t judge…But when Raine joined the violence crew, she felt…Lost. Why didn't she feel like getting her pounds of flesh too? Reluctantly she went the way Christian led…. But only because watching the scene play out before her made her feel sick with wrongness… Maybe she really wasn’t cut out for this X-Men business after all… She understood the theory that if they struck first, and hard enough, that the men would think twice about trying again… But did that justify potential death for a crime they hadn’t gotten the chance to commit? Perhaps they deserved it from past crimes… But Sophia didn’t like being judge, jury, and executioner. This was a job for the police not the X-Men. And she was just as guilty, because she turned her back and ran, afraid.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 11:34 pm
Alpha: Contest? - At the Bonfire Isabella said nothing when Gideon… Rejected her new friend from her dance card. She gave the boy an apologetic smile and a wave… Before turning back to her boyfriend with an innocent smile, that she had long since cultivated. Once upon a time she had gotten into more trouble than one could shake a stick at with Evelyn leading the way. Luckily for her, Scott couldn’t handle crying women anymore than he could ‘handle’ Emma. So they got off the hook either between Evie’s craftiness or Bella’s kitten tears. “I don’t know what you’re talking about mi rey… I wasn’t aware there was a contest.”
She fell into step with him, more in sync than she had been with the other young man… Simply because they knew one another. Their psychic bond was…Nigh unbreakable… It was solid, something she could always hang on to. An anchor, when things became…Overwhelming. But when the situation wasn’t dire… When it was, carefree, or as carefree as the X-Men got… It was simply a comfort, a joy. A promise…
Bella twined her arms softly about his neck as they moved and smiled, an edge of mischievousness to it… “Don’t tell me you suddenly prefer blondes… I mean… I suppose I could try bleach. But first Narcissa, now Petra? You’ll make a girl wonder…”
She was, for the most part, messing with him. It was fun, considering if he pressed hard enough he could read her thoughts as easily as she breathed. Though her rarely invaded her privacy, if she didn’t wish it… There was always a lingering ghost of what the other was feeling. An imprint, of the emotions of one another… She could be miles away and feel his temper… He could be just as far, and feel that she missed him. It was convenient, and she had grown dependent on it.
Her teasing stopped though and when her super human hearing caught Eli again, trying to make a break for it with the others…”Do I really come across as that big of a stick I the mud? People keep running as far from me as the eye can see… Already, they’re planning to leave.”
She frowned, not annoyed that they wanted to ditch—Such was life. Simply concerned that they were the newer generation, and would be mostly separated from the elder members of the Junior X-Men in unfamiliar territory. That always spelled trouble. She already wasn’t keen not knowing exactly where Raine and Sophia were—Though they were more level headed than most. “I don’t know how much more clear I can get—Other than to tell them to plant their asses in the sand and to grow some roots… Leaving the group, leaving the island…. It isn’t safe.”
Her head tilt up towards them, jade eyes quiet and concerned… She didn’t want to stomp on their fun. Especially because telling someone no, often made them do what they were told not to do. Hearing Alek over with the group made her stomach lurch. Sure, the others were imbibing abit—And she was turning a blind eye because of the fact that they rarely got to have any fun that didn’t involve fighting…
But Alek was a damned alcoholic. Tried, tested, and proven. He did everything in his power to make it so that she couldn’t trust him, couldn’t try to keep him safe. He felt like he didn’t fit in? It was his own fault. He ostracized himself. He expected everyone to forget the way he treated others, simply by one good deed. It didn’t work that way. He wasn’t some kid who was just sipping at something fruity and boozy for the sheer sake of it. For novelty. He drank to escape who, and what he was. To get back at her, to let loose, for god knows what. To cope. She didn’t have a problem with him partying. But if she caught him going too far, nothing would stop her from busting his a**—Hard and fast.
Isabella was done worrying, done trying. He wanted to go back on his word and lie to her, consistently—So be it.
If she didn't fear what Narcissa would do to him at the first hint of sass... If she thought it would help him, she would transfer him to Omega.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 12:29 am
Omega: Kindness? What does that mean? - Alley Way “I said move! Are you deaf? Did I bloody damn stutter?”, Narcissa demanded to know heatedly when Christian took too long to heed her warning. He felt…Low already, on the energy she had given him. It would have been enough for him to lead himself and the baby chick towards the bonfire… It could have lit their way, if he wasn’t so wasteful. Still, she had to admire the breaking of someone’s sternum. It was artful. A dark look crossed her features as he started to take off with Sophia—And her perfectly manicured hand shot out and a small ball of pure white energy slammed into his shoulder. “Get gone, brat.”
Raine would have made a good Omega. All fierce and violent in her kitten heels. Briefly she contemplated a trade...Perhaps that new girl, Petra, would have made a better Alpha. But…Narcissa shook off the thought as the girl restrained one of the thugs in their area… Isabella wouldn’t forgive her easily for letting one of her Alpha’s kill someone, or get hurt. Or get arrested for manslaughter. Reaching out, she rest her hand on Raine’s shoulder—Unflinching as the electricity leapt towards her. Though it was a strange sensation…It wasn’t something she was used to..Eating. It didn’t seem to fill up her energy reserves like other energies did. Instead it made her feel a little…Light headed. Like she’d been holding her breath too long--- If she needed to breathe in the firs place. Her body absorbed it, as it did with most excess energies—Though for once, grudgingly. She watched the light on Raine’s skin dim. Not enough to drain Raine, but enough to get her attention as she took the man she held by the scruff and willed Raine to release him. “Go with the others. It isn’t a request—It’s an order. Don’t make me tell you twice.” Her eyes turned back to the group of men that stared at her, once Raine left. And she would leave, if she knew what was good for her. Light headed and feeling…Annoyed by these men, she felt herself slip further and further underneath a cold mask. Narcissa didn’t care what happened to them…Only that she knew she could never allow them to do it again. So each one would have to be impressed upon, the seriousness of her silent threats. It was laughable that the hundred and twenty pound blonde could keep a man twice her size down… She wasn’t any stronger than a normal girl. But pressure points were…Useful. As were broken fingers. It was hard to be a thief or a rapist without working hands. ** Sometime later Narcissa left the alley—High heels clicking on the pavement. There were a few smudges of dirt on her, and she fixed her hair as she walked. Some of them had run. But several stayed to fight the little girl. She had a three inch long gash running along the inner side of her wrist. It looked abit like she’d tried to slit her wrists. She leaned let her bleeding wrist run in the water of a fountain, her blood hot—Turning the water into mist. The knife tip had turned bright orange once it pierced her flesh. It still sliced, but the tip was warped… That is, until she took it and melted it into nothing. There were five injured men were left behind, unmoving—But very much alive. Narcissa drew her wrist from the water and let her light flare for a moment to kill any bacteria, and evaporate the remaining dried blood from her skin. Her blood clotted quickly, like cooling molten lava…But an angry red line still remained, light pulsing behind the clot—Visible. She tied a black kerchief around it to keep it hidden. It didn’t bleed anymore…But the light certainly wouldn’t look normal to a human. She healed flesh wounds quickly… But it would still take clever hiding. She followed the familiar feeling of one of her Omega’s back through the alley and followed the still going sounds of a scuffle. It brought her upon Shandra and Antonio… She was tempted to interfere as she had before. Considering they were hers, she would have been well within her rights to step in… But it was rather satisfying to watch her progeny beat the living tar out of gutter trash. She leaned against the corner of the building, watching them go down…
Christian had better hope that Sophia and Raine were both accounted for when she made it to the bonfire. He was Omega—And clearly superior to the two Alpha’s because of that fact. So he had better hope, that he manned up, and kept them out of harms way. "Hurry up!", she barked, seeing a few lights flash back on in a couple apartment windows.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 10:24 am
Omega - Bonfire - Well, I like Piña Coladas and Getting Caught In the Rain...  Maddy picked one of the alcohol bottles and shook what little was left of the liquid inside onto the bottle before winging it away. she concealed a little smirk as she looked at the sand. she didn't think that Vallon was the stuttering type, really. She nonchalantly reached across him and grabbed a candy bar out of the boys and and started to fiddle with it, tearing it open. "Nah, don't even worry about the whole Limbo thing. I'm pretty sure i missed out on some big stuff when I was out. ...And that was only a month after the put on the Omegas. Family stuff, like yours." The girl broke off a piece of the chocolate and popped it in her mouth. Well, not all of it was going to the s'mores, right? "Still, I'm at a loss as to what to say about your whole ideal with your pop. I'm done with my father. He's been done with me for two and a half years." She shook her head. "I've had daydreams about him watching my little sister like a hawk for any sign of 'abnormality'. Making sure she doesn't become a freak like her sister. Pissa..."
"Right, to the point then?" she said, changing the topic quickly and perking up. "Ah, hell... books: Shakespeare, Darwin, the occasional random sci-fi novel. I don't know, before they promoted me I was pretty much a lab rat with Dr. McCoy. I was in a bunch of his classes this year. The lab and my room were where most of my time was spent. Read a lot. Wanted to go into medicine, but I'm no healer so there's not much need for that around the mansion." She waved her hand, brushing it off as she plunged a stick through two marshmallows. "What were the others? Oh, yeah, movies... hm. I don't know, I don't watch that much television any more. The Blues Brothers, V for Vendetta... oh, Muppet Treasure Island, of course." She spun the stick around and lifted it. The bottoms were cooking too fast. She had a tendency to let things like that happen all too fast, and then they would light on fire. she didn't get how people liked eating the black, burnt bits. Jeez, women did talk a lot. "But what of you, dear boy? Do you do anything besides beating peoples brains out with padded fists? Ballet maybe? No?"She lifted the marshmallows out of the flame, they were a bit dark around the edges, but they would do for now.
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 12:42 am
Omega - Lost and... lost?
Christian got a stern warning when he lingered no more than half a second behind Sophia. She had bolted straight away when given the order. Christian began going away from the fight when he saw Raine come onto the scene and began to join in the fracas. He had maybe gotten a half stride down the road when he felt something heavy hit him in the back and he felt a dull burn. Dammit, he thought as the energy he had stored tripled in volume. It was that concentrated of a hit he took.
Lamenting the fact that his shirt was more than likely ruined, Christian began to run down the road, and maybe got twenty good yards away when he heard Raine completely unloading on a couple of thugs and all of a sudden it stopped. When the shouting stopped, all was quiet… except for the sounds of heels clipping against pavement. It seemed that orders were followed. When he heard the Alpha’s lightning bug coming up on his position, he instantly charged up an energy orb around his uninjured hand and started jogging down the road, hoping that Sophia didn’t get too far from them.
No words were exchanged between Christian and Raine while they slowed their pace down to a walk. That may increase the distance between the two and Sophie, but Christian was randomly calling out her name, hoping that she’d hear him and slow down. Or just outright stop running altogether.
The energy he had absorbed was starting to run out now; he used more than enough to light the pathway towards the other beach, the one where the bonfire was being held. But Christian had no idea how much longer they had until they got there. Not only that, he hadn’t heard sight nor sound of Sofie. As he walked further down the pathway, he thought briefly about the others still entertaining the thugs. He was sure that the three still behind him and his friends were more than likely heading on their way as well.
Shouldn’t have stopped for that second,, Christian thought to himself as the ‘lantern’ he was using started to flicker. It seemed he was running through energy rather quickly anymore. Maybe because of how intense the source energy was caused it to be used up quicker. Christian couldn’t tell, not until he was able to take in mass quantities, something he was actually a little fearful of. He kept on walking down the pathway, towards the glow in the distance that was creeping closer. At least Sophia picked the right road to go down, just the wrong time to do it.
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