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 Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 8:45 pm
Team: Omegas
Location: Armory || Central Park || Shopping Center
Thinking: Let's go to the Mall! Today!   Kerrigan had partnered with two of the newer Omega members, Christian and Charlie. They barely knew each other, but she could tell that they were a fun loving pair of boys, and she was glad to be working with them on their first big mission since being upgraded to the Omegas. Of course, the subject of reputations came up, Kerrigan smiling as Charlie insisted that he would have to see for herself when she suggested he shouldn't believe everything he hears. There was some friendly banter between them all regarding who might hold whom back, in the event of an altercation, but it was all in good fun. The reality was that none of them would have been appointed to the more active teams if they weren't ready for the challenge.
Their task was easy enough - wander the mall in search of a pair of scared teenagers and bring them in before anything unsavory happened to them. If anything, it seemed a little dull for the Omegas, who were used to the more high-combat affairs, but in some ways it was a welcome change of pace. After all, with so many new members, it would be nice to see how many of them reacted while the stakes were still, relatively, "low."
The trio moved through the portal that would serve as their transport, walking into Central Park with their target looming before them. The goal was to blend in, Omegas splitting off into their designated groups and heading towards the various entrances. Kerrigan and her wards headed towards their entrance, the subject of conversation turning to what their cover should be. Passing consideration was given to the menage a trois angle, but they quickly decided instead to go with the "gym rat" cover. It seemed to fit them all the best, admittedly. After all, the point was not to draw attention to themselves.
Once they were inside, the redhead immediately headed for the directory, followed by her companions. She rattled off a couple of stores that they might go to first, which would allow them to take in some areas of the mall inconspicuously and get to a better vantage point. Christian seemed to be on board with the plan, the redhead holding back a chuckle at his notion of how they would stumble upon the gym. "You sound like you've done this before," she joked with him, following his finger as he tried to locate the gym on the map, but failed to do so.
Charlie suggested that they start with whatever was closest, the redhead turning and giving him a soft nod. He asked if they thought there would really be a gym in the mall, expressing enthusiasm that they actually hit it up while they were here if it was possible. She grinned when he admitted that first, however, there was some shopping to do. He proposed an order for their excursion, starting with finish line, then proceeding to d**k's and finally ending up at the gym, if they could find it. It was a solid plan, she had to admit.
"Perfect. Let's get going, gentlemen. My debit card is burning a hole in my pocket." They set out towards the escalator, Kerrigan keeping in step with the two men as they headed up to the second floor. Charlie asked if she was a big runner, the redhead offering a nonchalant shrug, "I guess it depends on who you ask. I wouldn't call it a passion of mine, but it keeps my endurance up and allows me to do other things that I enjoy far more." He lamented the loss of the fresh air, commenting that now they were limited to treadmills, to which she could only release a soft sigh. "I think we all miss it. But, I'm choosing to take it as a challenge to really push my time in the gym. Nothing makes you focus more than lack of other options, I suppose." He seemed like the kind of person that would understand her sentiment, green eyes casting him a sideways glance as they approached their first stop.
"If you're ever looking for someone to work out with, just let me know. I like seeing how other people do things - I feel like it tells me a lot about them." It was an open invitation; an innocent offer. She'd offered to train with pretty much everyone in the base at one point or another - it was the nature of her power that drew her to understanding others' strengths and methods of doing things. Especially since he seemed to know what he was doing.
The group entered Finish Line, the redhead casting a searching glance through the crowds of people as they made their way through the entrance, but unfortunately coming up empty. She fought to suppress a slightly frustrated sigh, instead turning her attentions to the wall of running shoes and instinctively moving towards a pair with bright green accents. "Do you think those come in a 10?""That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me. This one's a fighter."
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 1:19 am
  Name: Narcissa "Cissa" Grace
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Columbus Circle Shopping Center 
“That she was…But I feel like it sets a bad precedent…”, Narcissa spoke lazily, British tones lilting and light. Her voice held a whimsical quality, which should tell the man beneath her how very much she wished to stay in his arms. She knew that she needed to pull away from his warmth in order to build a wall of ice and stone around her person, but the thought was unbearable. The blond goddess had always made fun of lovers that seemed completely wrapped up in one another…But if this was what it was like for everyone; she took back every scathing comment she’d ever made. “I can’t melt someone’s face off everytime we go on vacation…”
“How will I entertain you then?”, she questioned teasingly, though she soon had her answer. Leather… Imagining that was going to make it that much harder to pay attention to Frost in the near future. “…I don’t think you ever did thank me.”
“Maybe you should.”
His grin should have been outlawed on any day she had something important to attend to. Warm fingers ran down the side of his chest, as she sighed softly—Trying very hard to keep to the rigid schedule she set for herself. The bond that she’d accidentally created often led her to thinking in terms of ‘we’ instead of ‘I’. Such thoughts were dangerous, at least by her standards. Aren asked if the chit had died, and Narcissa shrugged elegantly. “One can hope. Though considering I’m not up for murder charges at the moment… I’m thinking she just turned tail and ran back to whatever trailer she slid from.”
Narcissa would never forgive her for holding a weapon towards one of her Omega’s…Especially against Aren. Especially now. The trollop was beyond lucky that her antics had taken place before she’d actually claimed the Native American as her own. If it had happened now…Jokes aside, she really would have been six feet under.
“Oh please…”, she purred after a moment, blue eyes luminous in the artificial sunlight... Only he would have the gall to bring up feeling cheated about a vacation with the X-Men that had gone awry. Honestly, she’d been recently returned from Limbo…Their little sabbatical could have gone much, much worse. “You just had another one…”
“One that I would say went…Mostly, better than the first.”
Well…Better, and worse. Her musings were abruptly cut off by his lips falling to her own—stealing her will to leave away like sand slipping through an hour glass. It was seductive enough that she had to pull away. Had to. Or else she never would.
What was worse, was that he knew it. Things could sometimes be lost in translation between them—but the bond didn’t lie. It would whisper to him exactly where she wanted to be, and what she wanted to be doing.
None of which had anything to do with Emma Frost.
The heiress all but ignored Aren when he walked into the Armory, only bothering to pay attention in order to chastise him about his clothing. She didn’t object to his placement at her side however, instead choosing to appear annoyed with his choice of thread count. It was a typical response, her scowl easily fitting the scenario. It was hard…Harder than she would have imagined possible to pretend that she hadn’t just left his arms.
It would be simpler to admit defeat and succumb to beautiful magnetic pull Aren held over her; but she couldn’t allow things to degenerate that far. The team lead for the Hellions, the baby version of the Omegas, had run through half the women on both the red and blue teams, including a dear friend. She’d never been the same, and had subsequently left the Academy. His proclivities had turned vengeful when he was denied… And Narcissa had spent many days, turning down constant advances from someone that eventually decided he was gay.
That couldn’t happen again. It shouldn’t be happening now—but she couldn’t stay away.
Perfectly done up eyes rolled when Aren offered to do a strip tease, feigning complete snobbish disinterest. She had to keep her head clear going into a mission. Big or small, she couldn’t afford to be so unsettled and emotionally distracted. She should feel nothing, not everything and then some. “Hold that thought Tiny—Let me phone your fan club. Ruthie will be so pleased.”
Narcissa settled the pairings without much difficulty, not sparing Leion and Roland another thought. No one, not in any reality, was stupid enough to cross her by deliberately compromising one of her missions. “They’ll behave.”
She silently agreed that Roland would always need some sort of supervision—but that did not mean he needed a babysitter. Her reservations with the berserker weren’t in relation to his skills; But moreso in relation to his history. Aren faulted him for knocking her unconscious. Narcissa faulted him for keeping one too many secrets.
Aren’s concerns seemed to cool when Blake and Charlotte joined Leion and Roland. With the boring brigade on their side, she highly doubted anything interesting at all would transpire between Team Lei-land. The young woman sniggered under her breath a little when Aren muttered about cowboys stealing his land, not bothering to defend the Texan. “Cowboys are always bad. Two reasons: Plaid and Brokeback Mountain.”
They passed through the portal with ease. Narcissa had been through enough of them—not even counting Limbo that it didn’t faze her anymore. The group made their way inside the shopping center from various entrances, but Narcissa lingered next to Aren—letting him lead the way. He opened doors for her, something that she had slowly grown accustomed to. As rakish as Aren could be, his mother had buried a respectful man somewhere underneath all that muscle. A small smile flickered across her aristocratic features when he followed her train of thought about dressing rooms. “You think of them correctly…”
“Everyone else is just mistaken.”, she responded teasingly, trying not to acknowledge the way he made her heart pound in her chest. His wants filtered through her and a small shiver went up her spine, causing her to turn the conversation back to the problem at hand. “Normally I’d agree with you but this is a shopping center... Shoes are found in every store.”
“We’ll need to find the right pair soon. I don’t want to be here all day.”
Despite the fact that she wrapped herself lightly around him, Aren seemed entirely distracted by the notion of the snacks. Of course he was. His stomach was an endless, bottomless pit that seemed determined to make her fat. The British woman glared at the snot nosed kid behind the counter at Auntie A’s Pretzel’s, the scent of salted grease causing her to keep her distance. “…I can’t believe you want to eat that…I can feel my pores clogging from here.”
Pausing in her complaining, she unwound herself from Aren a little bit to place his order—knowing instinctively what he wanted before the words left his mouth. He was making her hungry, and she would be damned before she ate THAT. Realizing that the cashier was simply staring at her openly, mouth breathing, she narrowed glittering sapphire eyes…He really did have a face like a stuntman’s knee. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer. Get on with it you chavvy sod--.”
The kid seemed to jump out of his skin at her choice of words, and immediately began ringing them up. She rest her head against Aren’s shoulder, a little surly. It was a common affliction that most teenage men in her presence. They all seemed to think that if they stared hard enough, God would magically grant them the ability to see through her clothing.
“—And don’t forget the extra cheese.”
Narcissa didn’t like the feeling of being hungry, and she didn’t really understand it. She wasn’t so deprived UV rays that she would feel the need to eat anything other than chocolate. Speaking of… Her gaze lingered on a chocolate covered pretzel rod. It had been way too long since she’d been in a shopping mall, if she was actually distracted by junk food.
The sun goddess ignored the order once it was placed on the counter, expecting Aren to inhale it seconds after it was in his grasp. She slipped away from him as they walked, headed towards what looked like a small Bazaar Court. There were smaller shops and plenty of places to remain obscure, from a muted coffee shop to a few old bookstores. Narcissa was a little surprised that bookstores even still existed… But each place was just as likely as any other.
She paused here and there, heading down some of the longer hallways that had less people. She couldn’t decide what made more sense, hiding in plain sight, or simply staying unseen. Narcissa wished that these kids would just let themselves be found already…A huge group of mutants roaming a mall full of MRD and flatscans couldn’t end well. The blonde lingered at a shop selling ‘authentic’ Native American objects, most of which looked like they’d been made in China… But it still made her nostalgic.
Her mind almost always swept back to the last vacation she’d been on…The darker parts of it hidden and blocked out by the feeling of being free. As much as she’d been unnerved by the pill box houses and scarcity of modern conveniences…
She missed it.
“How’s the pretzel?”, the flaxen haired woman suddenly questioned, aware that the inquiry sounded forced—Completely lame. He would note her melancholy; Feel her frustration at the situation…
This just wasn’t the time. But that was the cost of being the Red Queen—there was never any time. There was no room for compromise on personal matters, no room to figure out where the path they’d carved for themselves was leading. It was a sin with no name…
The sound of someone yelling caught her attention and she turned quickly, only to be disappointed. Just two adolescents threatening to push one another into the fountain. Sighing softly, the blonde ran a hand through her hair, brushing it back from her eyes.
“This is like looking for a needle in a haystack.”
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2015 9:56 pm
  Luke was a little startled when the Alpha leader suddenly barked out that they were ready to go. He hadn’t really been paying attention to what the others were talking about, considering he was working on his own mission problems with Alex. He hadn’t expected Isabella to sound so forceful—she’d always been so nice. Maybe there was a little more to her than good hair and kind genetics.
“If I had to guess…”, he murmured to Flairer, adjusting his gear out of habit. “I’d say it’ll be full of explosions.”
It didn’t matter that it was supposed to be search and rescue. Something in his gut told him to expect at least one fiery ball of doom. The blonde girl beside him mentioned that the Omega’s tended to do whatever they wanted, and he gave a hearty laugh. “You have no idea.”
Gracie and Daylia had taught him that. Omega’s did what they wanted, how they wanted, and only when they wanted to do it. He didn’t know if it was their psychotic team leader’s influence, or simply a stereotypical defect of belonging to the red team.
He nodded when Alex gave her opinion on their game plan, scratching his chin as he listened closely. She made a few good points that he would keep in mind. “The trees should help us out quite abit. It really doesn’t matter what kind we’re dealing with—they’re all friendly to me.”
Making sure that his partner was with him and ready to go, he headed towards the portal, sucking in a deep breath when the Alpha leader stalked through it without hesitation. “Day-yum.”
“They really don’t believe in training wheels around here do they.”
Who would have thought that they’d be willy-nilly using portals to travel? It was crazy that the X-Men had easy access to things that most scientists could only dream about. “I’m ready…Can’t be anything less than 100%.”
He really didn’t want to go through that portal. What if it closed and he lost an arm? Forcibly exhaling he glanced towards Alex and gave her a quick salute. “Here’s to seeing you on the other side.”
Stepping through in a hurry, he shielded his eyes from the sun light while they adjusted. His senses seemed to come alive when they got used to the fact that he was surrounded by greenery instead of metal and dead rock. Shrugging his shoulders, he almost felt the trees shrug with him while he flexed his mutation. Yea, that was nice. He was quiet while the others came through and only nodded his head when the Siren instructed him to keep his eyes peeled for Sentinels. He’d never come into contact with one because he'd been hidden in the Danger Room when they attacked the Academy, but if the Alpha Leader was so worried about it, it seemed best to pay attention.
Forrest took off with Flairer in tow, an army of two, while he looked for an incline that would take them to higher ground. He was hoping to get a good vantage point before the others came in contact with the enemy. “This way.”, he called in a hushed tone to Alex, sprinting up a low hill. There didn’t seem to be any Nazi Police close by, but he remained vigilant. “We need to find a place to set up.”
He stopped running when he came across a few massive oak trees. They were old, and a little cranky, but they still lowered their boughs to allow himself and Flairer an easy climb. “Let’s get up as high as we can. We should have pretty decent line of sight from here…”
“That teleporter and that foreign chick should be starting some trouble right about now. Try and keep an eye out while I take out some of their cameras.”, Luke instructed Alex, resting his DMR on a few tree branches so he could use them as a bi-pod. He heard a crash to the right, but didn’t stop looking down the scope. “See if you can tell what that was.”
“My guess is that the others are really messing up someone’s day… But we gotta be smart.”
Exhaling slowly he fired his first shot, resisting the urge to hoot in victory as he took out one of the camera’s on the perimeter of the compound. The bullets were rubber, so it didn’t destroy the electronic, but rendered it inoperable. He could see about a dozen more off hand…But he was sure there were more than that.
Pausing in firing, he fiddled with his communicator till he could reach his team leader. “Forrest to Siren…Just letting you know that Flairer and I are in a good spot. We’re your eyes in the sky…Just let me know if you need us.”
From there, he continued destroying camera’s—Using the tree to absorb the recoil. A DMR wasn’t perfect for this, but it got the job done. He wasn’t sure how Flairer felt about tree branches moving on their own, and keeping her off the ground, but he hoped she wasn’t afraid of heights.
“Don’t you worry little miss…I won’t let them drop you.”
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 1:24 pm
Aʆєxaηdra Ӎaʀiʆèηє AgηèȿCodename:Flairer ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ (()) "They are?" She asked while tilting her head. "Does that mean your power involves plant manipulation?" Maybe that had been a silly sort of question to ask. But, considering she had only met Luke, she hoped he wouldn't see her question as dumb.
Shortly after, Alex heard Bella give the go ahead to move into the portal. She looked at the swirling vortex. She couldn't stop herself from gulping at the sight. For even though this wasn't her first mission, she hadn't gone through a portal before. She figured Bella must have with how their leader so casually walked through the mass of light. Such confidence made it a bit easier to push down her apprehension about their transportation.
Hearing Luke's honest remark also helped. She found herself chuckling and smiling faintly at him. "No, not really." She replied honestly. "Might be their way of showing that training wheels are not an option on a mission." That was her guess anyway.
She nodded at Luke's answer. He did have a good point. None of them could go into such a mission without being at their best. She needed to make sure to bring her A game on, as she heard some say. Otherwise, she might end up failing her partner, and maybe even her team.
"See you." She waved a bit as she watched Luke go through the portal. His statement briefly brought back her unease about the portal. She really didn't want to find herself in some remote part of the world with no one around. Let alone have no way back to France or to the Academy. But, she had to go through the portal no matter what might happen. She didn't really have much of a choice.
Cautiously, Alex stepped through the portal. She raised her arm to shield her eyes from the sunlight. Her senses slowly adjusted to the smell of the trees, the sunlight, and the faint noises of wildlife around her. She moved her arm away from her eyes and blinked frequently to allow her eyes to better adjust. She hadn't realized just how deprived she had been of the sensory of the outside until she found herself outside once again.
She didn't speak a word as the others came through the portal. Once everyone was there, she paid attention to Siren and her instructions. She nodded and turned to face Siren. "Yes, ma'am." That was all she said before she followed after Forrest. Keeping up with him wasn't as hard as she thought it would be. She wasn't the most athletic person in the world. However, Forrest didn't run so fast that she couldn't keep up.
Alex only nodded to Luke. She didn't want to say more than need be, not when she hadn't enhanced her hearing to make sure no one was nearby. They stopped running when they encountered a few massive oak trees. She looked up at them. She couldn't help but be in awe at the size of the trees. The awe changed into surprise though at seeing the branches lower themselves.
"Alright." She held back her surprise the best she could. She hadn't seen someone able to command trees like this. She kept herself from asking more about his powers as she used the lowered branches to climb the tree.
Climbing the tree was an experience she hadn't had since she was a child. It felt nice to once again reach higher until she could see further than she could on the ground. There really was something exhilarating about the whole experience. Though, she kept her mind as calm as she could. She couldn't let herself get caught up in enjoying tree climbing again.
She positioned herself on a branch where the foliage wasn't as thick. That way, she could see better. She glanced over at Luke, watching him set up some sort of gear. She wasn't too familiar with guns to know exactly what kind he was using. She didn't dare to ask. At hearing Luke's instructions, she slowly started to enhance her sight, letting her eyes become accustomed to seeing further and taking in more than they normally did.
At hearing a crash, she turned her head in that direction. Her enhanced eyesight allowed her to see some teammates taking out some guards in a car. "You would be right. Looks like some of our team is taking out a car with some guards I am guessing." She didn't know who else could be in the car besides the very people they had to keep an eye on. "I would not be surprised if there is more of that coming."
She heard the first shot from Luke's gun. She gripped the tree branch tightly to keep herself from jumping. She guessed she could need to get quickly used to a gun firing so close to her. If she didn't, her nerves would be fried by the end of the mission.
Alex kept moving her gaze, taking note of anything and everything she could see. So far, there was no sight of the Sentinels. She could still remember how terrifying the attack had been. She could only hope they wouldn't have to deal with the giant powerful machines today. But, like Luke had said earlier, it was very possible there would be some chaos before the mission ended.
As she did so, she sometimes felt the tree branch move beneath her. Sometimes, it moved up and down. Other times, the branch moved right and left. When the movement occurred, she instinctively gripped tightly onto the branch. While heights weren’t scary to her, she didn't want to find herself falling down to the ground. She knew that would be terribly unpleasant.
Either Luke sensed her worry, or he felt like breaking the conversational silence. For whatever reason, his remark allowed her to ease her grip a bit on the branch. "I trust you. I just am not used to this. That is all." She told honestly while keeping on a look out with her enhanced vision. "This is the first time I have worked with someone with such command over plants." She remarked as she briefly glanced at Luke.
"Just as this is the first time I have been able to see what Canada looks like. Guess there is not as much moose as Lyn thought there would be." She jested briefly. Maybe the comment had been inappropriate. However, she felt a little light humor wouldn't be bad...for now anyway. ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ "We will drink our fill of Alpha
Then, of golden sunshine that spills into Alkalai Lake Facility – War Room / Outside the Prison Camp
Till our brains intertwine with Alphas, but mainly Luke-Forrest / Luke-Forrest "
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2015 3:18 pm
  “It's good to know that I am deemed important.” The blond smiled demurely, leaning in just a bit closer as she murmured in triumph. “Far more important than stinky old gym and the socks that are a product of the class.” For whatever reason, they'd been able to pick up almost where they'd left off the last time in their relationship; a part of her felt like they'd not taken a break at all. The last few weeks had been filled mostly with laughter and considerable mirth – despite the fact that they'd been trapped underground. Delivering a quick kiss, the telekinetic reminded him that they couldn't afford to be late and that they'd need to head out soon if they didn't want to miss the assignment briefing. Her fingers entwined with his own and she lead him out of the privacy of his room, and to the team meeting.
As they were briefed, she leaned back against the wall of Dom's strong chest, seeking the warmth and comfort it offered. He rested his chin atop her head as the higher-ups directives were given, and she noted the craning position it must have been for him to make the gesture, only for him to explain that it was far more romantic than the alternative. Grinning, she bent her head backwards to get an upside down look at her boyfriend's handsome features. “Then let me help.” She whispered back in the brief pauses of orders. As though she were merely the weight of a feather, she floated several inches off the floor and hovered, still happily wrapped in the length of the Slovene's arms. She returned his wink, and then allowed for a more comfortable position for her spine – that he was there was enough.
When they got their assignments, Aurie didn't bother to hide her discontent that Kat would be on the opposite team. The shapeshifter had become not only her best friend, but her security blanket in regards to the team. She'd seen so much, dealt with so much, that knowing she had her back made her feel less queasy. Ever since the mall incident, the telekinetic had lost confidence in her placement on a team. It was an easy enough segue to inform Dom that her roomie appreciated the dartboard. “She's warming up to you.” Aurie said cheerfully. At least she didn't outright hate the Omega the way she did Leo...
Her sapphire gaze drifted over to the animal mimic when the thought crossed her mind, and she idly wondered what he'd been doing to keep himself busy since his return. She'd scarcely seen him, which had been a part of the reason why she'd fallen back into her relationship with Dom. The Slovene offered something real, and they clicked on a personal level... It seemed idiotic to pass up the opportunity to date a man she had fun with and understood in exchange for uncharted territory.
“Which is promising... because she's not liked any of the other guys I've had a passing interest in.” She confided in her boyfriend with a grin. Granted, she doubted her bestie would fail to support her in any of her endeavors of the heart, but it was still nice to have progress on that end.
Once they were allowed to prepare, Aurelie bounced over to Kat with Dom in toe, greeting that the whole charade sounded like 'fun,' though the shapeshifter likely heard the small quiver she'd tried to mask in her voice. Stuff like this made her nervous.
Soon after, she apologized for being a tad tardy to the party, explaining she'd had to work out some details with Guthrie before picking up her tagalong. Kat made a quip about older men, and Aurie returned with a joke cut from the same cloth, a hand placed on Dom's chest when she said it. Her bestie asked Dom if he was sure that he didn't have an incurable disease, considering he supposedly had money, and he feigned disbelief at the conversation they were having. “Oh don't worry, sweet cheeks. I'll consider you an investment anyway.” She giggled, clearly teasing. “I mean, we're halfway through her checklist on what I need to look for in a guy. Disease often comes with age.”
Aurie couldn't help but laugh outright when Kat asked about Dom's vaccines, as though she was completely serious about giving him polio. “Oh we can't make him pigeon-toed! I won't be able to take him out in public!” She exclaimed with a laugh.
Their banter drifted back to the more somber topic – and she made it known that her goal was to stay out of the infirmary this time. Kat said she'd been in the infirmary during the time, which surprised her when the shapeshifter gave details of her own stay. “He did what?!” She said, anger instantly coloring her tone. How could anyone be so cruel on purpose? “Why on earth...?” The blond trailed off with a shake of her head. She'd not missed the little lilt that suggested the former Hydra agent might have missed him a tad, but she couldn't understand the why.
It'd been about that time that Bella and Gideon had called it quits – nearly everyone in the school spread the news about the power-couple... But she couldn't dare believe that the mean streak in Bella's ex boyfriend would break bad that quickly. He would have had to have been that way before... which meant, their team lead had willingly dated a monster.
Kat accused her of looking a little under the weather, asking her to stay home. “If I could get away with getting boy-o here his credits in gym...” She murmured, truly meaning it. The last thing she wanted to do was go into a fight without her best friend at her side. Even Leo, the other familiarity she had on the field, would be far from reach. At least Raine would be there.
The telekinetic tried to get Kat to look on the bright side – she'd been placed with a solid leader, even if the two weren't bosom buddies. She laughed when she compared the animal mimic to arsenic, brushing blond tendrils back behind her ear. “In the right amounts then. Just keep your head low.” Julian piped in here and there, his focus solely on the task they'd been given, and had seen fit to start instructing her on what he thought was the best approach, and the Italian's bite came back in her voice as she told him she'd decide what they were doing without his input.
Aurie didn't question it – she didn't know the new Alpha, but Kat's years of experience would see them through a successful mission. She did question, however... Bella's sudden interruption, where she called out the shape shifter specifically. As her best friend's knuckles whitened with the firm grip of the table's edge, Aurie stepped in, figuring it was safer for all parties involved. Plus, Katerina was her friend... if no one else would have her back, she'd cover it by herself. Were the roles reversed, her bestie would have stepped in.
She'd been careful about how she worded her response, kept the clipped, acerbic tones muted, despite her growing aggravation with people treating the Italian like a criminal instead of a part of the team. Leo walked up then, and it appeared as though he might have said something, but instead chose silence.
Sapphire eyes bore into his, as if wanting him to say something, anything that might make their leader understand how unfair the treatment was, but she'd have suffocated if she'd chosen to hold her breath waiting on the man. ”I only answered for her to assure you otherwise.” Aurie said evenly, but silently added and to keep the peace. While Aurie would never dare to think that Katerina needed actual handling, it was sometimes better to avoid a fight at all... Had her bestie turned around to answer, she doubted that they'd get to the mission on time – if at all. “And perhaps to save everyone on the team from unwanted implications, just before a mission.” Not to mention undeserved. What had Kat done to be called out? “But I apologize if you feel like that was out of line. Next time, I'll just let Kat answer for herself.” And if Bella was as smart as she thought she was, she'd recognize why that wasn't a good idea, and why exactly, she'd chosen to respond before the shapeshifter could.
She'd assured the sound manipulator that Kat was good on the field, and that she was up for the challenge, only for her to bring up how she'd be working under Leo's command. Inwardly, she winced. How could a leader who'd been on the teams as long as Bella bring herself to say exactly the wrong thing? The telekinetic gripped her roommate's shoulder and smiled, but said nothing as she promised. She did note the clunky watch on their leader's wrist, and recognized who it truly belonged to after a moment of recollection. She sighed then as she put the pieces together. No wonder she'd not really heard from Leo... And no wonder he chose not to get in the middle of a fight ready to boil over. She couldn't blame him for that.
The telekinetic blinked, and refocused on the current situation. Next time Bella wanted to lay on insinuations about the former Hydra agent, she'd let it go – as promised. But she wouldn't blame her best friend for tearing into her when it happened. Bella shooed her and Dom away, and Aurie nodded. “Good luck dear.” She said before following Dom into the portal, leaving the base far behind. Kat took the time to threaten her boyfriend should she not return intact, and Aurie grinned. “I'd rather stay out of it myself, so it looks like we're on the same side there.” Aurie said, trying for good humor, saving face so that her bestie wouldn't realize how utterly angry she'd become in two point five. “And we'll have Raine to electrocute anyone who stands in the way of our goal.”
As soon as she was out of earshot, she fumed. “I can't believe she'd be so callous as to call her out like that.” She confided in her boyfriend. “It was like she was trying to pick a fight. You saw that, right? I'm not just imagining this.” Sweeping back her hair into another ponytail, she sighed. Shaking out her nerves, she pressed forward when she heard their leader once again. Bella lead them out into the treeline, but motioned for them to stop.
She took a second to glance back at Dice, Glitter, Esben and Siege she smiled. “I feel like there's a lot more of my a** being watched than any of yours.” She quietly quipped with a wink. “I vote we switch places.”
She nodded but couldn't help herself, still aggravated about the situation back on the base. “This is where it'd be good to have Kali around.” She muttered to herself, not expecting anyone to hear her. “I know next to nothing about guns, except where the trigger is.” Where on earth would she have learned about them in her day to day life? Even as she said it though, she'd already lifted their weapons from their holsters, doing so swiftly, silently and completely undetected. With a little pressure, she bent the noses of the guns backwards, rendering them useless in her own way. The only part that scared her, was she wasn't sure whether or not they'd go off from the mishandling.
Next she pulled off their walkie talkies, even going as far as unplugging the ear pieces from the plastic cases at their side. She floated the stuff high above their heads so it'd be out of their line of sight and telekinetically tossed it to Dimitri so that he could melt it down before they noticed.
It wasn't until she tried to unzip a vest that one of the guards noticed, but Bella seemed to take care of most of the problem. It unnerved her though, how the guards simply bent to her will. Even with them being the enemy, she didn't like how easy she made that seem. Shuddering, she brought up a telekinetic shield around the people within her vicinity, the motion reflexive. It didn’t come down until the new monkey-boy and Raine knocked out what was left of the conscious guards.
“How long are they going to be out?” She asked, azure orbs eyeing them suspiciously. No doubt they wouldn’t have much time… and there wasn’t any word on those keys quite yet.
OOC: Sorry for the wait... my computer died.
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2015 7:41 pm
Roland Chevalier
Location: The Mall
Thoughts: Undercover in the Big Apple The city bustled with life, but he still couldn’t get the stink out from under his nostrils. The smell of rot, the lingering decay that slowly grew underneath this metropolis. Underneath the glitz and glamour, shrouded behind the lights and sounds there was something that just… dwelled and grew in a way that irked the Southern brute. He’d been to the North quite a few times, even had a few good fights in New York. He even remembered duking it out on the rooftop of some high-rise not too far from the Empire State Building. It wasn’t a mutant fight, just your average brawl. But then there were the brutal ones down in the underground. Hidden away in the abandoned subway sections of the city, he duked it out with mutants on several occasions. And that’s where the smell came from; the stench of the city followed him everywhere, even up to the high-rises of Manhattan. And that was what bothered him, even as they wandered about in this massive shopping mall. He viewed the crowd, focusing on who was raising suspicions or acting shady. He took note of some NYPD outside of the mall, but so far nothing that he was aware of. Blake remarked on how just three southerners wound up in the North, to which Roland chimed in, and then that brought back some memories. The smell of blood, the wail of sirens, that awful cigar laden trunk… not to mention Logan’s s**t after shave. What the hell did that Canadian slap on his face, diesel fuel? Making their way to the arcade after searching different stores, Roland was faced with something he’d never really encountered before. The closes thing the gold-eyed monster had experienced as far as games went was an old favorite, “How many bones did I just break?” It was a fun one Dominic liked to have Roland play as a child, basically he’d have him bust a guy’s leg when the debts needed to be paid and the poor ******** was welching. There was something delightfully twisted about having a child do the beating, and then predicting how many bones he just broke with a swing of a bat. Dominic was not exactly one to spring for Monopoly. So when Blake asked what kind of games they were into, Roland sheepishly replied, “Would you believe me if I told you I’ve never been to an arcade before?” He imagined that might illicit some kind of response from the others, but he might as well be honest. No sense in hiding that fact about himself. So he was tentative to his surroundings, taking in the lights and sounds of the arcade as he continued to spy about for anything out of the ordinary. No MRD in sight, but also a missing Leion, so he gently waved in his direction to follow in. Looking to Blake he nodded to notify him that there was no threats to be identified. If there were, he would make a distraction. And if there was one thing he could do well, it was make a distraction. By making himself the biggest dumb looking target he could possibly be. OOC: Any problems please let me know!
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 3:44 pm
 
“Normal.” Gracie agreed with a nod, finding the term surreal. But it really had felt like forever and a day since they’d done something team-oriented. Most of their days had been spent just existing lately.
The Georgian peach grinned at her counterpart when Lynne answered in her normal chipper tone. "Looks like dinner's on her tonight." That thought made her all the more anxious to get this mission done and over with, her mouth already watering from the promise of good eats. She opened her comm link once again. “Then hurry home, D and I are starving. Please feel free to invite Luke along for the ride.” She said, figuring that the pyro would see him long before either of the Omegas would.
Sadly, he didn’t return a message, but she shrugged. “I’m guessing he’s nervous about being all grown up and stuff.” Gracie suggested. The pair conversed about their leader instead of dwelling on their Alpha friends, both astutely aware that Narcissa looked less happy than usual. Given how much trouble several of the Omegas had found themselves in since they’d arrived in Canada, it was no surprise that the more dicey of missions went to the rivaling team. Instead of finding fault with the team as a whole though, the hex manipulator merely suggested they blame Roland for the Omega’s shortcomings. Daylia agreed, which only elicited further bouts of snickers.
“Probably not... ”
But speaking of Rollie-pollie, the dark-haired woman couldn’t help but notice how Kerri hadn’t chosen to work alongside her boyfriend. Didn’t normal couples jump at the chance to do things together? Gracie asked her partner what she thought of the situation, but she appeared confused by the placement as well. It just seemed… off, for lack of a better word. “We’ll have to ask her later.” She said, making a mental note to snag the redhead later and get all the details. “I’m sure it won’t… maybe that’s why she’s not working with him… Distractions on the field can be awful.” For her friend’s sake, she hoped that Roland still served as the good kind of distraction. “However, take a look at the new guys… I’d be hella distracted watching all of that.” She said with a grin. “I love it when we get good eye candy. Next time, I’m ordering one for myself.”
Considering her pending divorce, it felt odd to say someone was attractive, but she played it off well. She could still look, even if touching was expressly forbidden. After realizing how badly she’d botched up being married, she’d made her own set of rules regarding the opposite sex, which were to be enforced strictly.
Once the portal was opened, she followed Daylia through, who asked if anyone else got a little queasy stepping through them. Gracie admitted she felt the same with an unenthusiastic head bob as she looked behind her to see that their way home had disappeared. “Yeah… don’t feel bad. They give me the heebie jeebies if I think about it for too long.”
First thing was first, Daylia voted they “search” in the food court at the start of their mission, which only made Gracie chuckle at how strong of an iron fist the woman’s stomach had on ruling her. She joked that their friendship was going to make her atrociously fat, only for the phaser to suggest that Gracie not participate every time Daylia got hungry. Fat chance that was happening. “Just a little.” Emlen said, holding up two fingers to show how creepy it’d be were she to get some sort of satisfaction from watching other people masticate.
Everything in the food court smelled like heaven, and her partner in crime seemed to agree, asking for a guess on how many strange looks they’d get for carrying sacks of food around the mall. “Well… at least then the focus wouldn’t be on those trying to allude it.” Gracie suggested with a grin. “They’d be wondering, like I am, where on earth you put it all.”
But because they were talking about food, it was only natural to bring up Luke and Lynn…. Gracie really wanted another cook-off challenge. Daylia pointed out that if hanging out with her didn’t pack on the pounds, being around the two Alphas would most definitely pick up the slack. The hex generator pretended to pout when Daylia said that she’d be needing new pants before shaking her head. “I feel like I should just accept this fate.” She said, saddened at the mental image forming of her becoming obese. “Or become an exercise-aholic.”
Daylia marched straight to the pretzel stand, ordered her food and then dreamily mentioned a chili cheese burrito. She offered to buy her a pretzel as well, but the hex witch was already salivating at the thought of some Taco Bell. She promised to return, and did so rather speedily, the vast majority of her crunch wrap gone by the time she’d neared Daylia. It was an effort not to lick her fingers when the shell was gone, but she managed.
“Chili cheese burrito?” She asked, pulling it out of the front pocket of her hoodie. “With sour cream.” She stated, just so Daylia wouldn’t think she’d forgotten part of the order. As they walked, Gracie was at a loss on where to start… Kids weren’t exactly her forte. “Of all the places I think they would be, the food court seemed like the most obvious… and I didn’t see anything there.” She murmured, careful that no passerbys could hear her. Her partner asked if there was a movie theater inside of the mall, and she couldn’t help but shrug, and inwardly groan. If they were in the movies, it’d take forever to sneak into each and every one. And buying tickets for all of them would definitely raise suspicion. “I hope not.” She responded, crinkling her nose.
As Gracie steered Daylia into a Forever21, she mentioned that they may as well look the part, and pretend to shop. At least, this way she could justify buying the aforementioned pants. She segued back to Kerri’s situation, a little worried about their friend. “Me either…” She murmured when D said she’d not hung out with her too much of late. But her friend suggested they do a girls’ night as a way to rectify both problems - their severe lack of Kerrigan, and the redhead’s potentially troubled relationship. “That sounds like a marvelous idea. We’ll have to talk to her about it when we get back home...”
When Daylia said she’d help her pick out some clothes that accentuated her better parts Gracie turned back with a wink. “Let’s just hope that my booty is the only thing that has gotten bigger since we met.” As she walked past a few racks, she simply grabbed a hodge podge collection of things that looked intriguing and had her size listed on the hanger.
Even though they were on a mission, it felt good to be out. Since she’d come back, she’d not ventured out, out of fear that Bruce would catch up to her if she did. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gone shopping - even if this was just a ploy to check on the customers and do a quick check for the kids.
Daylia said that if she helped her find pants, then Gracie could help her find a sense of style and she laughed. “Oh you have plenty of style.” She said with a wave of her free hand, but when Daylia pointed out a shirt that had more sparkles than material, the Omega woman giggled. “That’s a bar top. It’s what you wear for your GNO when you’re hoping that you go home with someone other than the people you came with.” She said, completely serious as she told the garment’s story.
“It’s got that sense of desperation and glaringly obvious need to be noticed.” She said, grabbing a copy so that she could further pretend like she was one of those women on the shopping channel.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 4:26 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 4:39 pm
 [ ʈ | ɦ | ҿ ➸ S | i | z | e | - | S | h | i | f | t | i | n | g ]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOmega - meeting, mall
The Armory was already filled by the time he appeared in the doorway. To keep appearances, Narcissa said as little as possible about his presence - only the cheeky message on his t-shirt merited a sharp remark. He grinned, satisfied with the fact that he could still ruffle her feathers without so much as saying anything to start a play fight. "Well, see I have to save my money for the slots." He said, falling back to humor about his culture. "Thread counts aren't as important as card tables."
Narcissa of course, would know he was only playing up the stereotypes that white people thought pertained to all Natives. When she'd been on the reservation, she'd not seen any casinos along the way. He offered to do a strip tease to get rid of the shirt she thought was foul, and he could feel within their bond how hard it was for her to deny such a small thing. "Oh don't lie," He teased, chocolate eyes melting with mirth. "You know you wanna watch." He winked then, dimples in his cheeks more prominent with his smile.
She suggested that Raine would enjoy watching the show, and he wiggled an eyebrow. "You'll have to tell them no cameras allowed for the showing. Flash photography might blind me enough to misstep." He said without missing a beat, his humor ever at the ready. "And tell her to bring the baby oil." He couldn't stop himself, which only caused him to throw his head back in laughter, because he knew she wouldn’t appreciate any of his commentary.
Cissa paired the people who seemed unmotivated to declare their partners, and he eyed Leion and Roland, giving her a quizzical stare. He asked if they'd be alright on their own, unsupervised, and she seemed confident that they would follow orders as directed. He shrugged then, trusting his leader to determine the safety of the pair. It wasn't his call to question further. But Blake and Charlotte moved over to the pair in question, and any reservations he might have had settled with the other Omegas' presence. They'd keep the two in line. The size shifter murmured that cowboys must not have been so bad when they weren't wrecking native territory, and Cissa sniggered. "I figured you'd be into their assless chaps..." He mentioned off-handedly. The secret in his smile was intentional, though he doubted any of the team would catch it. To them, it’d look like the same old thing - Aren going after the ultimate tease.
As they passed through the portal Aren grimaced for a moment. “I prefer airplanes I think.” He grumbled. Honestly, he preferred cars to that, as he preferred to be the person behind the wheel. He knew they didn’t bother Narcissa, but as long as she’d been doing this song and dance, it didn’t surprise him.
The group split up, and Aren led his queen in one of the entrances, holding the door for her the way his mother would have expected. “To the dressing rooms it is then!” He lifted one finger in grandiose, only half joking; if they didn’t have responsibilities, Narcissa wouldn’t have even had the time to register what store they were in before he found the little white doored rooms. She said exactly what he was thinking, and he shrugged, his lips still upturned. “Next time, at least.”
They were using ‘shoes’ as the code word, and he nodded when she said they could be found in any store. She didn’t want to be in the mall all day, and he took a step back, feigning surprise. “Are you well?” He asked, pretending to take her temperature with the back of his hand brushing her forehead. “Open your mouth, stick out your tongue and say ‘Ah.’” He said, donning his serious face as he pointed back down to his shirt for reference.
They’d been walking toward one of the stores when the wafting scent of Auntie A’s pretzels hit him, and reminded him that he’d not yet eaten breakfast, and it was past the time for brunch at this point. Distracted by the heavenly smell, Aren was momentarily monosyllabic, as though he were more of a neanderthal than a man. He made a beeline to the stand, and glanced around while they waited. “What an odd place for a little stand to be... ” As far as he knew the food court was on the other side of the mall. But then again, this place probably made a killing simply from location.
His other half turned her nose upward to his choice of snack, and he merely did one of those I’m-a-guy shrugs and then rubbed his chin, as if modeling his flawless complexion. “No clogged pores here…” He said. She stepped back, as though the distance would keep her from being infected by his cravings, and he grinned at her from over his shoulder.
He hadn’t noticed the guy staring at her - mostly because his chocolate colored eyes kept falling back to the rotating pretzels behind the glass. His stomach growled harder. It wasn’t until she started hurling insults to the poor zit-plagued kid manning the register that he snapped out of his temporary lapse in consciousness and shook his head. The kid sped up his process then and slid a cup of cheese over. “It’ll be five dollars and sixty-two cents.”
Aren nodded and pulled out seven singles from his wallet. Large bills never burdened his billfold, but he didn’t seem embarrassed by the lack of girth in the leather. His lover reminded the clerk to give him the extra cheese, and the boy nodded stiffly before filling up another cup of cheese.
Aren nodded as he popped off the lid to the cup and dunked the bread into the liquid cheese. He licked his fingers to get the last bits of grease and salt off of them and sighed in content. “I could use another.” He said, his voice almost swooning from the satisfaction of food. He followed along next to her, his eyes focused more on their surroundings than what was for sale. He tried for a bored look, as though his girlfriend had dragged him to a shopping center against his will.
It wasn’t a hard cover to keep. Shopping hadn’t ever been a thing for him, given the lack of funds it usually made him feel insufficient. They stopped by an Indie shop that claimed to have Native American objects, and he grabbed one of the totems and shook his head. Before he could stop himself he went to the clerk, clearly disgusted. “Excuse me. This is not pikuni, no matter which way you slice it. This is fraud.”
He glanced back at Cissa and then grabbed a pen from the cup near the register’s monitor. “You see, this shape is backwards…” He instructed, drawing the actual hieroglyph for the poor clerk. “The language you’re attempting to copy, and say it says ‘good luck’ is wrong. That actually means ‘snow.’”
The native dropped the little wooden carving on the counter and pulled Narcissa back under the crook of his arm. “White people.”
On the way back out of the store, he grabbed another pretzel, and she asked how it was and he nodded enthusiastically. “Mmm” He mumbled around a wad of food in his mouth, careful not to let his lips part and give her a show and tell. Instead, he offered her an end of the knot, figuring she’d just wrinkle her nose and tell him no thanks. But hey, at least he was being polite.
Once he swallowed he sighed. “I’m never been good at metropolitan hide and seek.”
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2015 7:52 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2015 11:37 pm
#Dragonborn #TheBigBadWolf #BlondeRebellion
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 2:09 pm
  Thoughts: That face... Location: [Wandering Around / / Training Room / / War Room] With: The Team that I am attempting to get to know better. It was as if time had seemingly halted itself among the two. His question must have fallen on deaf ears or she was just into her character that it demanded everything and everyone around her be silenced like the stillness of the night. Marcel shrugged his shoulders as he paid Macabre no mind any further, though if she thought by being quiet and cold was going to relent his amusement to talk to her, that was a thought that was best to have second opinions on. He turned his brown eyes back to everything present around them, listening to his leader command him and several others to tag alongside Renaissance Man as they needed to be discrete as much as possible. As much as he knew of the intentions, needing to be quiet in order to not cause any further issues than what they would already have, a thought played into his mind about why he could not just actively engage the enemy. Granted that would be more complex than just a simple sneaking routine, but part him wanted to indulge the carnal, radical notion."Sure thing, boss"He said to both of them while mentally taking down every detail they thought to spare on the situation all while ignoring the partial amount of tension certain teammates were garnering towards each other. Surely somebody wouldn't be reckless enough to put all of their lives in danger for the sake of hatred or detest, would they? The thought of being alone before arriving at the academy had now crossed his mind once more, but he paid it no attention. He adjusted his comm accordingly and followed alongside the others as their co-leader had graciously instructed, the male deciding in this particular case that he would need the hilts and handles of his blades after all. Not the sharp and polished edges. Just the handles of which he had plenty in his stored locker in the armory.
As they had arrived, Marcel would find himself crouching under the numerous bushes near the tree as more orders were apparently given. While it probably would have been best to some to ignore the orders given to others until it came to their name, Marcel took note once again, carefully mapping out the details into his own mind just in case the unexpected had ever arisen. As he had genuinely assumed, a wild card did present itself before them and that came in the form of a jeep. Their plans for the time being, had become altered, which forced a few set of teams within their team to be created."Yay, stuck with the dark overlord supreme again!"He mused silently to Opaque.he had done before when playing the guessing game as to what her abilities pertained months ago. There was an amount of joy that he got the chance to work alongside somebody he was a bit familiar with. As time would progress, perhaps he would learn how to familiarize himself with others of their team and socialize a bit better.
He stopped speaking for a bit as he quickly took to the command. To the right, as he was told. He moved at a quick pace, barefoot with a boldness without any regards to what could be lurking around other than just the guards so as not to make any additional sound, until he found himself behind the rear of the vehicle. Listening in to his comm while also glancing over at the armed guards. He began rubbing his hands together behind the bushes as he peered out, seeing a well executed plan before it was even created as he noticed the ground was still a bit wet, perhaps from rain that fell before or melting snow, depending on the how strange the weather was in this area.
He extended his hands out partially, enough for him to manipulate the water particles rising up into the air to form clouds, but small enough so he would not be seen sticking out like a sore thumb behind his cover. He figured with about as loud as the engine was sounding and the chatter they guards were having to themselves, they would not notice the ground becoming slippery and slick. Even with their boots, he imagined them moving at a fast pace because they assumed the ground was not already wet from rain before would cause them to slip and slide from the ground becoming muddy. Yet, however, his eyes focused on a few more grander prizes as when he manipulated the water from the ground and air, he could feel numerous particles (rocks) he could not full on grasp. If he could slide them with the hydrokinesis manipulating the ground to become muddy, he could cause them to not only slip on the off chance they did get out the vehicle to engage them in case they were not careful enough, but the rocks would be an additive non-lethal matter.
He turned his attention back towards his current partner in crime. There was only so much he could do with his powers while being in stealth mode, but there was a lot more he could do without them from his training with his father."I've made the ground slippery in the event some things do not go as planned, but I want to also try and get a bit closer to take those two out before they can even utter a scream or plea for help. Do you have any recommendations on how I can get closer?"He whispered to her, knowing fully well with her power set, there was plenty she could. He liked the idea of this well planned method from their courteous leader. Regardless of how it turned out, he was still going to have a bit of fun. If on the off chance no other suggestions were provided, Marcel had yet another plan in mind that involved rendering them unconscious by having water travel up their nose to make them gag while he got closer to take them out. He would try the partial drowning route, but a part of him would feel a bit guilty if he caused them to suffer from some kind of brain damage.((Sorry for the delay. I was able to get to an Internet source. Hopefully this post isn't crap sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 8:06 pm
"They're acting like they want a riot, it's a riot I'll give them
As the sound comes higher on this violent rhythm." 
The Days blended together into grey, the longer he remained in that cell. Had it been days, weeks, months even? All he could recall were the countless hours between meals. Truthfully that was the only means he had to judge the time. Wake up in the morning, some pitiful excuse for a breakfast... some sort of protien bar, a portion of oatmeal-like slop and a canteen of water. He'd return the tray, canteen and all, else he would not receive another meal. A few hours training in solitude and another meal, A half rotten apple, slab of tough, bland meat, some sort of nutrient bar, and a second canteen. Return the tray and meditate until the next time that feeding slot opened, identical to the last. Choke down the rations and then return to his bunk.
The cell was beginning to stink... He hadn't been here the entirety of his stay among the ignorant humans who deemd themselves the solution to the Mutant affliction, the MRD. There was a very breif time he had the luxury of slightly better accomodations. He could vaguely recollect the faint glow of natural light reaching desperately for his cell from the single narrow window down the hall. The pacing of soldiers as they kept watch over their soul prisoner. Their insults and haphazard attempts to cause him harm. Of course in time he made them pay for their recklessness. A smirk played across his slender lips as he recollected the scene. His taunting words, the sound of the lock mechanism giving way to the guard's key, the cracking of his jaw as it gave way to a roundouse kick to the face. The rattle of his armor clashing against the concrete floor.... and the deafening blast of stun rifles forcing him into unconciousness. Waking in this cube of solitary confinement, collar slightly tigher around his neck. The goddamned device which kept his powers subdued enough to be considered "normal.
Krystof sat up in the makeshift cot he called his bed. A few measly boards with a single cloth draped over them, hardly a 5-star hotel's accommodations. And yet at the end of the day, he welcomed sleep like an old friend... it was the easiest way to pass his miserable hours. How the hell had he ended up in a place like this? Sure he was a Mutant... but had he deserved such treatment? One could debate over the reasoning behind his detainment, but Krystof Rykov knew it did no good. Instead he spent his hours keeping his body in perfect, combat-ready condition. Whatever workout he could do within the limited space of his quarters, he pursued until muscle failure drove him to his bunk yet again, desperate for rest and recovery. A miserable existence, but the mutant had hope for change, for a future outside of these concrete walls. His existence was defined by silence, his entire world contained within the confines of these six-by-eight walls and everything contained within. He often struggled to remind himself that there was, in fact, a world outside of all the grey concrete and electified steel. That there was a war, a battle waiting for a soldier of his talent. And the instant that someone would be so graceous as to remove the goddamned collar from his neck, he would make them pay oh-so-dearly for putting it there in the first place.
"Just hold it together..." He muttered in the silence, seated upon his cot as his eyes stared at the empty grey of the wall opposite him, "Sooner or later they'll ******** up... just be ready."
An entire compound full of soldiers... an underground prison... cameras, electrified walls, countermeasures... weapons... all for the sake of detaining a single mutant... to contain Khaos. Yeah, you could say Krystof was flattered.
( outofcontext: )
 "Go on already, hit em! You gotta be kiddin'
Wanna talk about a victim, Imma put you there with 'em!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 10:54 pm
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