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 Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 1:52 pm
 Michael Callaway Michael cocked his head with a faint half smirk flashing over his face that was all Logan as he clenched one hand. "Oh... I intend to have more'n a word with him," he muttered in a low voice. His hand clenched and unclenched as if not really noticing what he was doing.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 2:48 pm
 Rebecca nodded. "As would I." Angie looked between the two of them. "I will track him." She said as she stood up straighter. She placed a hand on Rebecca's shoulder. "Just be careful, yes? He is quick, agile and willing to do anything." She stepped back and looked at Michael. "Keep her out of trouble." She smirked at them before disappearing into a nearby alley. When she came back out, she was riding a sleek bike and she took off past them. Rebecca watched Angie disappear down the street. "Well...I guess that is that." She turned to look at Michael. "She will call us when she finds him."
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 6:09 am
Michael Callaway Michael shifted his weight, thoughtfully. He shrugged at Angie's words about keeping Rebecca out of trouble. He tilted his head slightly as he shifted his weight fractionally before he glanced up at the darkening clouds. He glanced at the satchel hanging off of the bike and blinked, catching the spicy scent of gator jambalaya. "Huh.... seems someone back at the house was able to slip us some of the food before we left," he said quietly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 7:28 am
Rebecca watched Angie disappear down the street and then turned back to Michael. Why was everyone so sure she couldn't take care of herself? She snorted slightly and then she caught scent of the food as Michael spoke. She smiled slightly. "You have some good friends Michael. They are really good people to not have run screaming from us." Rebecca walked back over to the bike and got on behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I think...I just want to go home right now."
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 7:42 am
Michael Callaway Michael nodded though he cocked his head when he heard a truck coming up behind them and saw a young blond woman climbing out of the vehicle. "They're used to off-the-wall situations," he said quietly. He wasn't surprised that she wanted to go back to her home; she was probably exhausted and hungry to boot; he'd found that using the abilities they now had extensively tended to take a lot of caloric energy; the advantage was, though, they could eat a lot more food and not gain weight.Alede OOC: Adding the character mentioned in this post as a profile now.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 8:52 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 12:27 pm
"Well I am still glad they are so thoughtful." Rebecca looked over to the young woman who had stepped out of the truck. Her head tilted to the side as she studied the pretty blond. There was something different about her. "Michael...would you care to stay at my place again," Rebecca asked as she looked back to him. "You can crash there. It is the least I can do for you since you brought me here to my parent's."
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 12:44 pm
Michael Callaway Michael tilted his head as he glanced behind him at Rebecca. "Fine with me; the apartment is somewhat battered, considering the reason I was out the other night is 'cause some idiot broke in," he said with a shrug. He recognized the bomber jacket the blond wore and suspected Rebecca did, but cocked his head as he half turned as he shifted the bike, his hand snapping out to the side as a bullet slammed into it in a burst of sparks. His face didn't even change expression as he shook his hand, a soft ping following as the bullet fell harmlessly to the street. "You idiots again... I warned you about showing up and trying to steal from me," he said as he half turned. "Now... the warnings end," he growled as he shifted from straddling the bike to a full leap up and over the handlebars of the bike fluidly in one movement.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 12:47 pm
 Karyn Gardner Karyn blinked as the young man the redheaded girl called Michael spoke to a quartet of obvious hoodlums before leaping at them. She was startled that he'd blocked a bullet in flight with his bare hand and wasn't bleeding for it. Unconsciously, she started hovering a couple of feet off of the ground as her aquamarine-teal eyes narrowed. She shifted subtly in the air as a voice whispered in her mind. "Logan," she whispered softly, recognizing the annoyed tone of voice and fluidity of attacking movements as he landed feet from the hoodlums and simply twisted, kicking one with a mule kick that sent him into a trash can several yards behind the guy before he caught a chain in one hand and jerked the hoodlum close before headbutting him with a crunch that sent him senseless to the ground, moaning. She saw one hoodlum jerk out a Bowie knife that Michael deflected with one hand, gripping the guy's forearm before tapping a nerve cluster that made the knife drop to the ground before his foot flicked out, kicking it into the curb where it stuck in the mortar as he twisted, throwing the disarmed hoodlum into the other hard enough to send both groaning to the ground.Character Theme
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 3:48 pm
Rebecca had indeed recognized the jacket that the blond wore. Storm had as well. "Well looks like another old friend has come around." Storm said thoughtfully. Rebecca just nodded as she watched Michael take the guys out. It just seemed that the two of them could not get a break. She got off the bike, floating just several feet above the ground. The wind had picked up a little as her eyes narrowed. It didn't seem that Michael needed any help, but it didn't do any harm to prepare.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 3:55 pm
Michael Callaway Michael grunted softly as a gunshot rang out, the bullet ricocheting off of his forehead before he unsheathed his claws on his right hand, shearing through the cylinder and barrel of the revolver before he kicked the guy in the chest. "Try that again, and I may aim for more than the gun, bub," he snarled, his voice mainly Logan's rather than his own. The man hastily nodded before scrambling towards the alley where he disappeared. "Damn, that stung like hell," he grumbled, feeling Logan's anger recede as he felt the bleeding wound heal over, though it stung like needles. "Let's get out of here while we can... before more idiots show up," he said wryly, his tone half sarcastic. "Ya comin'?" he said dryly to Karyn, who nodded.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 4:11 pm
Rebecca had wanted to look at he wound in Michael's head, but she knew it would be healed soon enough. And he seemed okay anyway. She got back on the bike behind him, wrapping her arms around him. She looked over her shoulder at the young woman and smiled a little. "Just follow us. We are going to my place."
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 6:59 am
Michael Callaway"The only limits are the ones you have are the ones you set yourself." Michael shifted on the bike as he started it with a flick of his foot, wincing slightly as the bullet ricocheting off his skull had given him a severe headache though he hadn't said anything about it. He gritted his teeth as he pulled away, the vibration of the engine making his headache worse as he kept going towards Rebecca's home, reaching it after several minutes. He saw the blond with the reddish gold streak land at the doorstep as they pulled up and he dismounted the bike.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 7:12 am
When they reached her home, Rebecca got off the bike, shaking her head from side to side. She looked over her shoulder as the girl landed near them, a small smile on her face as she heard Storm muttering in the back of her mind. "Come in, both of you." She hurried up the porch and unlocked the door. She pushed it open and motioned for them to enter.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 7:25 am
Karyn Gardner Karyn grinned as she shifted, her eye color deepening as Rogue's strong accent slipped out of her mouth. "Thanks, 'Ro; good ta see ya again, sugah," she said with amusement as she walked into the house, her eyes flickering around as Rogue scanned the home and liked it; it was warm and homey, but the feminine touch was subtle and not overwhelming. "Nice place ya got. Seems lahk the ol' team seems ta be gettin' back togetha... Ah already know Logan's in yer frien'," she said thoughtfully as she leaned against the support next to the minibar.Character Theme
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