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 Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 6:55 am
 Dimitri gave nods through each of Forge's main points explaining that the feature Dimitri brought up was something they did not have to worry about. In addition, it was also good to know just in case they ran into a specific metal manipulator during their mission. If there was no hardware on the collars that allowed remote detonation, then that option was out of their hands as well along with the wardens. "Appreciate it Forge."
Raine's answer caused Dimitri to run his fingers through his hair in mild disappointment. Dimitri knew Raine had more hours clocked in on the team than he did; meeting her for the first time at catalina. So how could this happen? "Oh jeez. Who's responsible for setting up the.....never mind, forget I asked that." he suggested before offering a solution to this problem. "Guess we'll just have to put on a show to where they'll beg to have us watch em again won't we?"
"Heh, you may have to say goodbye to that comfort zone." D recommended with zero seriousness, before her man chimed in talking about watching his. "Wait...he's with us now?" Dimitri asked, peering through the joke to see the implication Dom brought up. His question was answered by his leader not to long after. There was time to go into detail as to why Dom decided to go to where the grass was truly greener. But for now, another body wasn't a bad thing to have.
"In that case, I'll try a bit harder to watch yours...you do have tough competition you know.."
As for their competition as a group, the question was...what competition? "Hell yeah we got this! "Dimitri stated, spreading his arms in confidence. "We're the Alphas, B. If anything this will probably be a warm-up mission to the warm up to the big s**t."
The five minute window they were offered to stock up on weapons from the infirmary was declined by Dimtri. Although the idea of using some new toys to use on the MRD's out of the bat, he was confident in his growth of versatility of his powers from his training. Not to mention his powers by default steamrolled through any defense the MRD could possess.; instead it was spent talking to his group members, shooting the s**t, etc.
As soon as they had gotten the word that they were heading out, Dimitri followed suit, but not before showing off his new gear. "Now be honest ya'll...on a scale from one to awesome.." His right hand formed a fist with an open thumb that pressed soft, yet firm against his developed shoulders. Instanly, the new Alpha armor began to flow over Dimitri's body.
Instead of the default gear they had been a dust collector, it took a more simple but sophisticated look. It was a sleek, black tuxedo with a white dress shirt underneath, gloves for his manicured hands, and dress pants that matched the top. The black on top, white on bottom formal wear shoes that replaced his original shoes was much more comfortable; designed to where they looked nearly identical to dress shoes. But the icing on the cake belonged to two perks Dimitri asked the Professor.
One was the Symbol that he asked to be on the side of the shoes and on the left breast of his gear. The second was displayed seconds after his Alpha armor was on, where he took out his midnight black oakley shades resting in his collar and placed them on in a smooth manner.
"This s**t look good don't it? The Alpha's just got some more style points baby."
He Proceeded through Eden's portal into the real world, back into their world, with real sunlight and imagery. Dimitri looked up toward the heavens and inhaled a good amount of air before taking of his shades, giving a mighty exhale with a shake of excitement at the end. "Just being back on the surface....you get that tingly feeling inside ya know?"
Putting his X-shades back on, he split with Bella and advanced through their mission with his given orders. "You got it Si(Cy)." When their group reached their first MRD squad, their plan was executed with zero mistakes. With Siren's hypnotic suggestion taking effect into the squad, Allegra had tapped into her telekinetic abilities and one by one, denude the MRD of their precious, expensive equipment.
"Well you're a woman, so it makes sense." he teased at a low volume. "Just don't aim it at us. These things called bullets also fly out of them at fast speeds when you press on that trigger." Because it was intelligent from the Playboy to poke fun at a telekinetic that could unleash havoc with their guns in a single thought right?
With their equipment suspended in animation, Dimitri concentrated barely as he dipped into his mutation ability. He pointed his left index and middle finger, where multiple marble sized balls of lava shot out like pellets from a BB gun, sticking to and melting the equipment with ease. "We're good. Thanks."
At least, for the majority of the first plan. Then it went to better when the team sprung into action, successfully taking down the members of the squad that were still kicking. "Nice." he told Glitter and Wu, impressed by their short display of power, more so from the green member. From there, they had to go back on the defensive. "Lead the way."
The Playboy moved into the treeline once more, where they would post until the jumper and the shapeshifter was finished with their section of the mission. "And be back in time to go shopping, have free samples and eat cinnabons with the Omegas...assuming they have that here.." (i'd like to know as well if I missed anything.)
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 6:41 pm
  『 L o c a t i o n ↙ ↙ 』xxx『 T h o u g h t s ↙ ↙ 』xxx『 O O C ↙ ↙ 』
[ With Omegas ] xxxx[MRD's. Of course it wouldn't be easy] xxxx[ and action!] xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
When Narcissa instructed them to choose their own pairs, Blake’s crystalline eyes scanned the room, watching as several of the team members jumped at the opportunity to work with their friends. He had no obvious preference of the lot of mutants. Most of his time since he’d returned to being on a team at all had been spent with the rivaling team, and it made him realize he ought to get to know the people he was supposed to work with a little better in the future. One of the newer recruits to the team seemed to be having the same problem deciding as he, and the Texan donned a charming grin and asked if she’d mind him tagging alongside her. She returned his Southern hospitality with a bit of her own, and they soon fell into an easy conversation about the good ole days, and their ma’s sweet tea.
“Well who would I be to refuse a pretty lady’s request for my company?” He drawled back at her with a lopsided grin when she offered to make him a pitcher of her own sometime. “Especially if there is going to be some refreshments involved. I’d like to say I’d personally cook something special for the occasion, but I’m afraid that’s never been my forte.”
Because they were going out into the public, Blake turned his image inducer on, and transformed into a brunette. Charlotte pretended to be upsett for a moment, and the cowboy teased her, promising not to tell anyone about her preference for blondes. She assured him that it wasn’t a secret to begin with, and the ghost of his original smile appeared in his new features. “Well then, I’ll be sure to inform all of the dark-haired guys that your heart is set on something they can’t offer.” He shot back, matching her devious expression with one of his own. “Just to save you the trouble of breaking their hearts.”
Once everyone else had grouped up, Blake suggested that Roland and Leion come with them - thankfully his fiery-haired partner agreed to the decision, seeing the very sound reasoning behind it. Just after they became a quartet, Narcissa issued the order for them to move out. Blake pulled out his cell phone and texted the Alpha leader, asking if she was free for dinner after the mission. They had a lot to catch up on, and he felt a little guilty for not telling her last night when he’d finally gotten in. Bella responded almost immediately after, which caused a twinkle to form in his eye - his affection more obvious in that moment than what he intended for it to be. Sounds good. Care to make a wager on what team will get back first? ; ) With that, he turned on the message forwarding to his comm and left his phone on the table.
When they teleported to the mall, Blake couldn’t help but offer one of his cards to the only lady in their group; after all, they were in a shopping center, had to pretend to be just a normal group of friends perusing the stores, and he had more money put back than he’d ever be able to spend. Charlotte had been good enough to agree to work with him and have two extra, the least he could do was offer a little retribution.
As they headed into mall, the trio shared their common backgrounds, and Blake casually asked how all of them had ended up so far noth. Roland said something about the path that had led him North hadn’t been the best laid plan, and the Texan nodded, a twinkle in his eye. “But one taken with a glass of whiskey, I take it?” He suggested as an addition to his his comrade’s sentence.
At first, Blake thought that going to one of the upstairs stores would be agood place to start - they’d have a higher vantage point to scan the crowds. There was a bedding shop with glass walls there, it’d be a good place to scope out the more likely areas. He explained to them that they merely needed to pick things out here, and they’d order it online once they got hom. Charlotte murmured that he seemed pretty practiced in these sorts of things, and he grinned. “My mama loves shopping… but not everything will always fit in the car… so about halfway through the mall, we switch to picking out things to order from catalogues later.”
As they meandered through the center, an idea struck him, and he asked if anyone would mind a detour to the arcade for a little bit. He offered to get the lady a teddy bear if the store had it as a prize, and her remark elicited a chuckle. “Well with all due respect ma’am, I’m from Texas… that tends to be our whole state’s motto.” He returned back to her, humor lacing his tone.
Trying for a bit of casual conversation, Blake shoved his hands in his pockets and asked what kind of games they were into, only for Roland to admit he’d never been to a game store. Charlotte noted that he looked more like the die-hard gym type over a gamer, and Blake shrugged. “Well, it’s never too late to convert someone to the fun of gaming.” He said, all but dragging the pair of them in.
The red-head made a few suggestions on what to start Roland out on, and Blake caught the cues - expertly given. He’d give her props for that when they were able to speak more freely. “Skee-ball will always be a crowd favorite.” Blake commented, pulling out some cash from his wallet and handed it to Charlotte. It’d be easier to make friends with the kids if they were here, if they had something to help their cover. Something in his gut told him they were in here somewhere, so he started setting up the way he would if he were on his own.
It was far easier to cover the bases with two other people along for the ride - Roland he asked to camp at the door and watch for MRD’s, claiming he should be looking for “Levi” to let him know that they’d taken a break in shopping. The Tennessee princess got the cash exchanged for game tokens, and seemed to spot the two teens they’d been looking for across the room. When she waved, Blake nodded. He followed her over to the Wynters to stand in line. Discreetly, he hit his comm device at his wrist, pretending to fiddle with the watch. “This darned thing… I can’t ever figure out how to turn the alarm off of it.” With that, Roland and Narcissa’s comms would give a little buzz to let them know that the kids had been found.
“I don’t think I know that one.” He said with a smile - what sharp eyes his partner had for this sort of thing. In the future, he might ask her to come along when he was asked to talk to another mutant about coming to the academy. “You’ll have to teach me how to play…” He said, just after she’d asked Veronica if it was alright for them to play after.
He leaned over the back of the chair, pretending to be interested in Charles’ playing as well. He seemed to be pretty good, taking out the Zagorian forces with relative ease. “Hey you’re pretty good at that.” Blake’s southern accent was still thick. “I think I should let him play against you, darlin’... He’ll be far better competition.”
When Charles’ game ended, Blake tried for another charming smile as he started to move to get up from the seat. “Oh, please stay and play with my gal here… She’ll only pulverize me within ten seconds - it wouldn’t even be worth putting the coins in the machine.” He said with a wave of his hand. “It’ll be my treat to see you both have fun.” He leaned over and plugged some coins back into the game, getting close enough to inconspicuously speak to them.
“Don’t be alarmed,” And of course, no matter how you open up, the same shock always took over their expressions. It was the one part that was the most dangerous… if they didn’t take him well, they could shut down, but he continued, hoping they’d not make any sudden movements, lest they attract unwanted attention from the people they were actually hiding from. “We’d like to help you both get out of here undetected, and have a team of people like you, like us, waiting to do so.” Blake pressed start on the game, and nodded toward the screen, silently asking them to look ahead while he spoke. It’d throw anyone searching the room off for a bit. “We’re from a school that protects people who are born special… we teach people how to use their gifts, how to control them.”
Charles nodded to his sister, but she seemed less convinced, so Blake sighed, understanding all too well why she’d be hesitant to trust the first pair of strangers that approached them. “We’re on your side - all of us have been in your shoes at one time or another, and it’s scary. You’re smart to be weary, heck, I’d be downright afraid of everything with a shadow in your situation.” He complimented, still touting all the charisma he normally gave off. “After what you’ve been through, you should be. But if we were one of the bad guys, we’d have announced your hiding spot to the others already, and wouldn’t have bothered trying to get you to sneak out from under their noses. ”
Charles’ hand shook just a little, but it didn’t seem to throw off his aim - this guy made sense to him. “Sis… we’re sitting ducks here.” He sounded terrified, but pleaded for her to listen to the guy who’d paid for their last game. “Either we try to get out of here with them, or someone else finds us.”
She heaved a sigh of her own, and her shoulders sagged in defeat. Either way they looked at it, they were trapped - no one could hope to hide in the mall forever… What these pair of strangers were offering, was a chance, and her brother wanted to take it. “Fine. But don’t expect us just to enroll into this campy school of yours.”
Blake let out a breath of relief, and glanced back at Charlotte. “We just want you safe… you can decide whether or not you want to seek the school’s protection later. Once we get you out of here as we’ve promised.”
Finding the kids and convincing them to come along was only half the battle. Now the real trouble was about to start - how were they going to get them out of here, without being noticed? He made a small notion toward the game, as if asking Charlotte to get a game over in the near future. “How about after this game, we all go grab some lunch, and you can give me a few pointers on these shooter games?” Blake suggested, already forming an extraction plan in his head. “We can come back after and try again.”
As they walked out into the better lit area, Blake smiled at Roland. “We’ve picked up a few skilled gamers that are going to teach me how to be a better shot.” He introduced with a small laugh. “No sign of Levi, I take it? Must be some girl.” He shook his head incredulously, wondering why the blond hadn’t ever come through the portal. “I hope she’ll give him a ride home.”
It didn’t take them long to get to the food court, where Blake picked up a couple of pizzas to go for the group, with the intention of having lunch as soon as they got out of the doors. Unsure of what the kids would like, he got one with cheese, one with veggies, and the classic sausage and pepperoni. “Ready?” He asked with his usual charm, holding the pizzas at his chest.
The exit was in sight, the green lettering attached to the ceiling promised the kids’ freedom, and molecular manipulator started to relax as they drew closer, relieved that the mission looked as though it’d go on without a hitch. But someone’s purse beeped as they passed them, and the woman’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head. Damn it. Blake groaned inwardly, his jaw set in frustration. In seconds, there was a walkie talkie in her hand, and she was screaming into it, alerting her squad she’d found them. “I REPEAT! THEY ARE IN THE FOOD COURT!”
“Paladin, Skadi... get the kids to safety. The exit should be where we left it. Protect them at all costs” Blake instructed - the last part more for Roland, as a request to see Charlotte safe as well. He pushed them toward the door, and fell the right mindset for a warzone. With the touch of a button at his wrist, he made a broadcast to the rest of the Omegas. “Paladin and Skadi have the kids. MRD’s are on the alert, attempting to circumvent their escape in the food court. I’ll need help to keep them off their backs.”
The screeching woman slapped a pair of cuffs on Blake’s wrist, snarling that she’d get a mutant, one way or another and he merely grinned at her, doing what he could to distract her from the fleeing teens. The metal touching his skin left him feeling lighter for some reason, and he realized what was happening almost a little too late. “If you say so.” He said, allowing her to pull him a few feet before he dissipated into a molecular cloud, and reassembled in front of her. It was harder than normal to do so, and he faked making it look easy. Had they been on any longer, he might not have been able to escape at all. “But you’ll have to try a little harder than that.” Blake taunted, hoping the rest of the team would get here in a hurry.
The woman nearly lost her mind at his freedom. "What in the tarnation?!" Her tech must have been faulty - that should have negated his X-gene while he wore it.
He sent out another transmission then, feeling the need to warn the team of the potential danger. "They've got power-nulling cuffs, so be careful." She shot at him with a dart, and he barely managed to dodge it, falling back to his cloud state. The dart hit someone behind him, and the person instantly fell to the floor - serving as collateral damage in the fight to bring down a mutant.
Blake re-formed behind her, and touched her shoulders, adhering her shoes to the ground. "I think you should just... stick around." He instructed, searching the crowd. Surely some of the Omegas would be showing up right about now.
OOC: *I had to retcon a little bit, and assume that Leion never walked through the portal, but Blake would use his supposed presence as an excuse for Roland to keep an eye out.
Let me know if anything needs changed.
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Sing This Corrosion To Me
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2015 4:50 pm
  Tell me would you kill to save a life?
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTell me would you kill to prove you're right?Alpha ✖ Prison ✖ Costumexxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Katerina did not seem to take kindly to Julian's words, and that suited the thief absolutely fine. They did not have to necessarily like each other to get the job done. Julian typically worked alone, but throughout his career he'd still had to deal with people he did not particularly like, and who did not particularly like him. Fences were not exactly known for their wholesome and kind nature. As long as they did the job, he did not care. Hopefully the woman felt the same way, and wouldn't try to kill him along the way. He supposed he would cross that bridge when he came to it, but it probably did not need to be said that teleporters had a nasty habit of not dying when one wanted them to. ”i will get us where we need to go. I can promise you that, child,” he said in a dismissive tone toward the girl. He commented her on her inconsistent choices in nicknames for him, and she snapped back immediately, to which he could not help but be amused. This would be an interesting assignment indeed. ”Whatever you say, dear,” he responded in a tone that evoked a disinterested father dismissing something ridiculous their toddler said.
Not much longer after that, they were in the field, stepping through Manifold's portal and into the cold open wilderness air. He did not let much more than a moment pass before he grabbed Katerina and teleported her into the facility. When they arrived, they both immediately went about neutralizing any enemies in the room with relative ease. The guards posed no resistance to his tricks, and Katerina had no trouble with the warden. After restraining the guards, he turned to watch her as she shapeshifted into the form of the warden. The process did not look or sound pleasant, but he was the farthest thing from the squeamish type. When she was done, and she was a perfect replica of the man lying on the floor, he could not help but smirk beneath his mask. ”A mild improvement,” he said, sardonically. She moved on to search the man on the floor for the items they were looking for, and he did so with the guards he's taken out as well. He found two more sets of keys in the shirt pockets of the guards, including keys for the collars. ”I've found a few,” he informed Katerina.
She explained to him what he already gathered from a few glances of the office's map. The map wasn't too different from the one they'd had before outside of a few details. But a few minor details made all the difference between teleporting into an open space and fusing oneself with a wall. Or so he assumed. He'd heard as much, anyway. He did not plan on screwing up badly enough to find out, in any case. He eyed the map for a while before Katerina caught his attention, telling him where to move the unconscious guards. He nodded in approval. ”Good idea,” he said as he grabbed both his fallen guards by the shirt collars and dragged them to where the shapeshifter pointed out as a good place to keep the bodies from being spotted by the camera. He ducked down to pick up his cane from the floor. He then turned his attention toward the keys in his hand, and back to Katerina. ”I am going to give these to our fearless leader. You should go to the medical bay. I will meet you there.” Without giving her a chance to respond, he disappeared in a puff of black smoke.
When he blinked back into existence, he appeared at the location where they had come through Manifold's portal. From there it was just a matter of tracking the team down the path they were supposed to follow. With all the unconscious bodies on the ground, it wasn't very difficult. After a few more of his jumps, he found the group together, and immediately approached Bella. The masked man gave her one of the sets of keys, including one of the collar keys. ”Good luck,” he said before once more disappearing. He kept teleporting his way around the compound, stopping for a second each time just above the treeline just to get a view of the area, just so he could judge his jumps accurately. After several jumps, he finally made his way to the other side of the compound, near the area where Leo's group was. He saw that they were engaging some guards in a jeep. He thought about helping them, but he still had things he needed to do inside the prison. Intead he sprinted through the trees, as quietly as he could, until he caught sight of Leonardo himself. He reached the animal mimic with a jump, landing right beside him. ”You will need these,” he said in a voice just barely above a whisper, tossing another set of keys toward the man. Once he was sure he had them, Julian disappeared once more.
This time he reappeared within the office where he'd left Katerina. He stopped by merely to check if she was still there, and when he saw that she wasn't, he took a look at the map on the wall again. Again he disappeared into a puff of smoke, this time he reentered reality within the medical bay. He was hoping he would pop in quietly, or that Kat would have arrived already and taken care of any staff in here. Sadly, such was not the case, as he just so happened to land directly in front of a guard making his way out of the room. ”I'm terribly sorry to disturb you, sir. Is this not the way to the country club?” He blinked out of existence just as the guard's billy club was about to strike him, reappearing behind the man. ”I've been working on my golf swing all week,” he said as he swung his cane in a low sweep, striking at the back of both of the guard's knees. As the guard fell to the floor, Julian threw his right foot out in a vicious punt toward his jaw. If that did not knock the guard out, the fall would.
By then, he saw two more guards coming at him, tasers drawn. As they fired the darts at him, he let himself fall fall forward, both his arms spread straight outward. Before he could fall on his face, he vanished once more. This time he reappeared several feet in the air, behind both men. He came crashing down on both men, forearms crashing down on the backs of their heads and sending them falling foreward in a flying double clothesline where gravity did all the work. When their heads hit the ground as hard is they did, it was pretty clear they would not be moving for a while. He stood up, spotting some movement out of the corner of his eye. He teleported directly toward perpetrator, appearing directly in front of him. It seemed this guard was not taking any chances and chose to cut and run, likely planning to call for backup along the way. Instead he ran into Julian's heel, as the thief met the man with a roundhouse kick to the sternum. The man fell backward into one of the nearby hospital beds, and Julian wasted no time in restraining one of the guard's wrists to the side of the bed. The guard almost came to once, but a gloved fist from Julian took care of that.
Once he had this guard's other hand cuffed to the bed's side rail, he went ahead and worked on doing the same thing to the other guards. He noted that the medical bay currently had no patients, and it was protected by only those four guards. There was also no actual medical staff, at least not in this particular area, at the moment. He did not know much about doctors, but didn't they usually stick around to work on paperwork and the like? Something about this whole place did not feel right. This was all going too easily, and that unnerved Julian more than anything. Hopefully Katerina would get here soon and they could get this thing over with.
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Let it all Burnxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
This Hurricane's chasing us all Undergroundxxx
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 2:33 am
  Name: Narcissa "Cissa" Grace
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Columbus Circle Shopping Center
If Solaris would have had the presence of mind to pitch a fit, she probably would have. The last time she came in contact with Sentinels... It hadn't been pretty. She'd woken up from a coma, trapped in what might as well have been a coffin for God and Queen knew how long. Aren had nearly had his hands burned off... Things were just going to get worse from here on out.
Large metal boots crashed down first through the skylight, sending huge hunks of glass to the floor. They shattered, the giant metal robot causing the everyday flat scan to scream louder--If it were possible.
"Surrender. Resistance is futile."
"I've heard that before...", she growled out through clenched teeth, while she waited for a few other Sentinel's to drop from the sky. She didn't hear anymore thrusters, but she couldn't honestly trust her ears. Just because they weren't all on top of them, didn't mean they hadn't landed close by. "Omega's....We have a least one Sentinel on the premises. Stay alert, and do your best to stay out of it's reach..."
The Sentinel moved, each step crushing the floor and tearing off parts of the ceiling. It was ironic that the machine sent to stop them seemed far more apt at property damage, than it did arresting them. Still, at the very least, Blake had his distraction.
Somehow, she didn't think this was what he'd had in mind.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 1:43 pm
 
Daylia couldn't help but grin at Gracie. They would have some wonderful snacks when they got back thanks to Lynn, and maybe even Luke. "Ohh, I can't wait." She said in a sing song voice. There wasn't much in this world that could actually make her much happier than food, but the fact that someone with skills was preparing it made her even more happy. "I hope we can get all this over with quickly then." And that nothing happened to her new friends.
Though when Luke hadn't responded to Gracie, the dark haired woman seemed to think it had to do with nerves. "Maybe. Hopefully he didn't actually take my joking around to heart." She would feel bad if he had, but sometimes she just couldn't help herself. Quickly though, they averted their attention back to the meeting at hand, or at least as much attention as the pair could muster between snickers about fellow team mates. The both agreed to blame this on Roland, which D had assumed wasn't too far from the truth.
The team was instructed to split up into groups, and while D didn't seem that it needed to be said, her and Gracie were paired. Her eyes swept the room, watching the others who grouped up, but redirected her eyes as Gracie pointed out Kerri, and her strange choice in partners. "Yeah." Daylia said with a small nod. "Its just a little strange." She said with a slight shrug. "You would assume he would be jealous as hell with those boys escorting her." Then again, maybe he was, and maybe he was just trying to behave.
She couldn't help but giggle at her partners appreciation of the newbie's good looks. Daylia tilted her head slightly taking the boys in once again. "Yeah, I guess I could see where that could be distracting." She couldn't help but giggle again. "I didn't know we had the option to order them. Is there an option to make them not think with their junk?" After all, they didn't exactly need any more testosterone filled a** hats running around. There were too many as it was.
It wasn't much longer before everyone was set to go, and the portal was opened up for them. In their groups they made their way though. Once on the other side, Daylia couldn't help but share how thoughts of the portals. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate their power, because she did. It was amazing what someone could do. It was just, they seemed to make her slightly uneasy when going through them. She was glad when Gracie spoke up, assuring her she wasn't the only one who felt that way. "I'm just glad to hear I'm not the only one. Not that I don't appreciate what they do." She said, just in case someone were listening, she didn't want to offend them.
It had been, what felt like, forever since D had gotten some food that hadn't been prepared in the underground. That meant no take out, no pre made pizza, or cheap Chinese food. It made her all too happy that they were getting a chance to now. Gracie joked with her about the possibility of gaining weight if she kept up with the faux redhead, causing her to joke back as well. "Just a little? Girl, I'm pretty sure there is a whole kink about people watching others eat. It's creepy."
She let Gracie tug her to the food court, and Daylia couldn't help but remark at how everything smelled so good. She knew she wanted a pretzel the most, but it was hard for her not to be tempted by everything they offered. She joked about bringing back bags of food with her. She couldn't help the laugh that followed as Gracie mentioned they would all be wondering where she put the food. "I assume I put it the same place everyone else does... You know unless I'm special and have seven stomachs or something." She said with a slight shrug. "That would actually be kinda cool actually."
Though as they continued on about food, Luke and Lynn were brought back up. Of course if Gracie didn't gain the weight from hanging out with D, it would come from the two cooking Alphas. She giggled once again, as Gracie said that she should just give in. "It's always much easier to just give in." She said with a sigh, though as the other woman brought up exercise she couldn't help but frown. "Ew, that doesn't sound fun at all."
She made her way to the pretzels and soon after Gracie departed for the Taco Bell stand. D couldn't help but request a chili cheese burrito as the dark haired woman went off. Gracie soon returned, her own food half gone. "Jeeze, I thought i was the only one who scarfed down food like that." She joked as she took her burrito from the woman, stuffing it into her own pocket for the time being, or at least until she finished her cinnamon sugar pretzel. "Thank you."
They began their trek through the mall. They spoke about where to check for the kids in hushed tones, hoping that no one would hear them. "Yeah, neither did I." Despite her cravings, Daylia still knew why there were there. She threw out another option, a movie theater. It was dark, and most of them had a lot of screening rooms. It might be easy for them to hide there, but a pain for them to search, unless D used her powers. "Me too, but it would be easy to hide there." She said. They were supposed to avoid using their gifts as all cost, unless of course things got hairy.
Gracie pulled Daylia into a Forever21, a store she hadn't been too familiar with. She was rather enjoying this assignment. She almost felt like a regular teen. The conversation they rounded back to helped as well. Boy drama, hanging out with friends. What could get more normal than that. She felt bad that she hadn't spent much time with Kerri in the recent weeks, but she always felt like a bother or a third wheel if she tried. She was glad when Gracie agreed about a girls' night. "Hell yeah. Oh, and hey, we can even invite the cooks too... We can just pretend Luke is a woman for the night. After all, what's a girls' night without food?" It was inevitable that she would bring up food once again. Maybe if things went good, and Kerri was for it, they could to the girls' night tonight.
"Isn't it supposed to be greens that make your booty bigger? Not junk food?" She said as she tilted her head, a small smile playing over her features. It was rare that she would eat greens. And while she agreed to help Gracie pick out good clothes, she wanted the same help in finding her own style. The hex witch waved it away though, claiming that the faux redhead had style. "Yeah, if you say so." She said with a roll of her eyes.
She couldn't help but hold up the first strange article of clothing she had come across, and inquiring about it. She giggled at the description that her partner rattled off. She looked to the garment again, her face saying everything that needed to be said as she hung it back up. "Yeah, that's not the top for me." She said giggling at Gracie's impression of someone on the shopping channel. She moved to a new rack, one that would let her see out the front door to those who passed in front of the store. "I just don't see anything that screams me." She said with a slight frown.
It wasn't long though before their coms went off. It was a muffled sound, but it was enough to know that something was up. She turned, making eye contact with Gracie. "Looks like we're going to have to press pause on this." She said lowly before tugging on Gracie's hoodie. She had barely caught Cissa's announcement to suit up before an alarm type noise sounded off near the front door.
"There are more in here!" A voice said, alerting two more people to the store. Confusion ran through the room, causing most of the attendants to focus to the people at the entrance.
Daylia switched gears then, taking advantage of the confusion, moving away from the entrance to the dressing rooms. "You've got to be shitting me." Daylia said as she pulled her partner in crime into one of the stalls. What was the point in switching to uniforms now? Everyone had seen them. "Uniform time." She said before turning away from the other woman so that she could dress herself without revealing too much.
Once both women were dressed, which was no easy task with two people stuffed into one dressing room, Daylia found herself looking to Gracie. "Please tell me you have a plan, because all I can keep thinking of is 'wing it.'" She said lowly as she peeked though the crack in the door, watching as the three people, two men one woman, made their way towards the back, scanning each person in the store.
Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Kitchen ----> On Mission
Ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ: Foodddddd ----> Are we allowed to shop? I mean, it'll look strange if we don't...
Ｗｉｔｈ: Gracie, Luke, Lyn, Esben, Julian. ----> Gracie
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 4:49 pm
Roland Chevalier
Location: New York
Thoughts: And now for a moment violence…  Entering the shopping mall at Columbus Circle the golden-eyed beast of a man move his way through the crowds. Blake and Charlotte were good partners to work with during this endeavor out into the world. The crowds all around him seeming to be ignorant of others around him. They were all secreted within their own little worlds, their artificial life-support keeping them “connected”. Smart-phones, iPods, iPads, all these devices that strangely connected them to people yet isolated them still. And it was these people that were somehow adamant about mutants. He was no fool, he saw the things that people wrote online. About the destruction of mutants being vital for the safety of the human race. How “Hating mutants isn’t wrong, its values.” All of it all a steaming pile of nonsense coming from people who were somehow authorities on this subject. He even saw some of the other side, those that felt that mutants were the ones to take over, that humanity was on the cusp of extinction and that homo superior was the death knell. At this point he just took in a deep breath and put it all aside. These people were debating over airwaves and electronic signals. And they were huddled away in these bubbles of wifi and 3G signals. He didn’t hate these people, he pitied them as they seemed to not understand. That their ignorance was born from the society they had come to be used to. But his thoughts digressed from the task at hand, finding the kids and getting them out of there. Winding up at an arcade, both of them noting on his refusal to elaborate on his background, one remark sounding like Blake was offering the man a drink to tell it over. Chuckling to himself he then mentioned he’d never been inside an arcade, to which both of his teammates made remarks. Charlotte referring to him as a gym type, and Blake saying he was a potential convert. He moved about to keep an eye out for “Levi”, of course the real person to spot was MRD soldiers. Which he at the moment did not spot, granted they would stick out like sore thumbs in this massive crowd. Before he could report back he saw that the happy couple had managed to locate the siblings. He smiled warmly at the two of them, “The name’s Roland, pleasure.” He followed from behind, waiting for Blake to grab some pizza for the kids. It was then that he heard it, the bellowing of an official. MRD. Blake called out, requesting that he and Charlotte get the kids out. Roland had another idea, as he grabbed his communicator. “Skadi, get the kids ahead. I’m going to tie these guys up, buy some time. I’ll catch up.” He turned to face the soldiers that had formed around him, rifles trained on him. So now we’re going to have some fun. he thought to himself as he lunged forward at the first soldier, he opened fire but he diverted the shot pressing the barrel up towards the ceiling. The shots rang wild, scaring folks. His armor slowly slithered over his body as the grip on the man’s arms strengthened, leading to him throwing him into one of his compatriots. By the time his powers fully manifested he was already on his second opponent. He could feel the bones cracking as he launched devastating blows upon his shoulder and face, crumpling to the floor as two more assailants attempted to rush him. Blocking one blow he threw himself backwards into his other attacker. He was really, really enjoying himself right now. He needed to vent some aggression, and these guys were giving him the outlet he needed. The men down, he proceeded to make a dead sprint towards Skadi and the objective. He heard from Blake that they had power dampener cuffs, which he carefully avoided. He was like a freight train, shoulder checking MRD officers before they could bother to react. He finally made his way to the two of them and Charlotte, nearly shooting past them. With a bit of a grin, his eyes bright with excitement, “So I miss anything? How are these two holding up?”OOC: Any problems please let me know!
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 7:02 pm
  The gym rat angle was probably the most sound idea the trio had, even if the other 'friendly' suggestion sounded like a winner. Kerrigan and Charlie were more than fine with the angle, and if Kerrigan's own reputation was to be believed, she was a bit of an athlete herself. The gym should have been an obvious choice from the get go, honestly. Well, maybe the arcades could have been a hit as well. The wolf would have loved to try his hand at Time Crisis after such a long time.
Kerrigan took the initiative and located the nearest directory, tracing them a possible route to follow. Charlie seemed to remember why they were here in the first place and took a moment to scan the crowds around them, leaving Christian out of productive things to do for their group. He opted for taking a quick look around as well, but brought his attention back to Kerrigan when she spoke up again, listing off a few stores that they could stop by on the way to their gym spot. Christian gave his own expertise on the subject: wannabe Balboas and late New Years' Resolution keepers would make the gym easy to find if the directory wasn't as helpful. He just didn't know if it would be the smell of sweat and spandex or the sound of cheap 80's workout music that he'd pick up on first. "Unfortunately, it's pretty hard to keep my senses from picking up on smells or sounds that are pretty shitty. It won't take long to find, I bet."
Charlie simplified their plan by simply seeing what stores where close so they could go moving faster. He noted that need for shoes. Christian lifted his left foot off the ground and looked at the sole. "I could always go barefoot." he added, before shrugging and following Kerrigan and Charlie as their route was planned out: Finish Line, Dicks', gym.
Charlie kept the conversation going, asking if Kerri was big on running. They shared a little bonding moment over their love of the outdoors (air) and excercising, leaving Christian to allow them their little moment. While he had interests in excercising as well, Charlie was definitely the more physically fit of the two. The Omega tended to not take the gym as seriously only in that he was already granted great strength and endurance thanks to his mutation. Not counting the recent sessions with Katerina (which captured his interests not totally involving exercising...), Christian would only go if his instincts and animal side got rowdy and he needed to burn off energy in a contained area.
"10 bucks says she'll kick your a**." he said to Charlie, looking away innocently when she invited his friend to work out with her.
It didn't take long to find Finish Line, and not much longer for them to start looking for their gear. Kerrigan wasted no time in grabbing a pair of green running shoes and asking her group's opinions on them. "If they don't, they have a small selection." he said simply, walking up to the wall of shoes himself and running his eyes over the selection. There was a nice pair of orange ones that looked comfortable, but the price made him cringe. Nike was horribly overpriced sometimes.
"They have New Balance? That's a good brand." he asked to no one in particular, eyes searching for the familiar N logo, and grabbing the first pair he saw. The blue/white design wasn't his thing, but the support on the heel was good, and the price was well within his range.
Before he could really go into much of a shopping spree, his group's communicators went off, Blake's voice signaling that their mission hit the high point: the kids had been found, but so had the bad guys. Christian reached for his pocket, pretending to look for his phone. "Holy s**t, I gotta change that ringtone." he said a little too loud, trying to catch Kerrigan and Charlie's eyes as he walked over to the entrance. He dropped the shoe in his hand onto the floor clumsily, inadvertently catching attention when trying to be discrete. Cissa's voice quietly came through a little later, telling them it was time: suit up, food court, make a distraction. Christian was surprised the kids were found so fast.
"Gotta change that text notification too. Heh." he said, hoping his acting was at least enough to keep wandering eyes away from the commotion the trio had brought through their communicators. Kerrigan and Charlie would join him outside the store, hopefully without any MRD grunts hiding in plain sight spotting them.
"Bathrooms?" he asked to his group, not waiting for a proper reply before he strode over to an alley that led to some bathrooms and a water fountain. He darted into the men's bathroom and found their first empty stall he could find, locking the stall door and taking a breather. The smell of public bathroom made he recline a bit, but he quickly regain composure and assumed the practiced posture Beast had shown them to suit up. Like it was supposed to, Christian's civilian clothing was replaced by a dark 'spandex' suit that covered his legs and torso, leaving his arms exposed. A domino-esque mask covered his face as well, but in the event he transformed, it would slink back to his neck and act as a collar. His feet remained barefoot.
He opened the door to his stall, but stopped when he realized that he was now barefoot in a public bathroom. "Don't let me change in bathroom next time." he said aloud, hoping Charlie would catch his note, before striding out. He passed a bystander, but gave him a shrug in explanation.
Once out of the bathroom, his comm went off again, Blake's voice once again letting him know that power nullification cuffs were in use. Christian wondered if they would still work on wrists/ankles that were too big to fit on, already imagining how they would look on his enormous wolf frame.
Narcissa's voice rang in again to give them a heads up on their situation: a Sentinel was confirmed in the action. Christian put his hands on his hips, letting the information sink in. He turned over to Charlie, giving him a raised eyebrow. "So, here's our excitement. Can we call this tempting fate?" he said, the humor in his voice gone. He knew very well how dire the situation just got. Giant werewolf or not, he was not about to go clawed toe to machine toe with a mutant killing robot. He turned to Kerrigan, who had emerged in her uniform as well. "I don't suppose you saw the way to the food court in that directory back then?" he asked her, turned to look back into the crowd within the main hall of the mall and spotting a few bystanders looking at them with curious gazes. How many of these people would be undercover MRD?
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 8:07 pm
 LOCATION: MALL // COMPANY: MALL GOERS, MRD // THOUGHTS: GOOD TO BE BACK, BABY // MUSIC: X
This is a fight to the d e a t h,xxxxxxxx
Our holy war,xx
A new romance,xxxxxxxxxxx
A trojan whorexxxxx
We will, we will, we will rise again
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This is a f i g h t for the day,xxxxx
Night,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Black and whitexxxxxxxx
A victory dance,xxxxxx
A burning riotxxxxxxxxxxxx
We will, we will, we will r i s e again
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 7:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2015 11:23 am
 [ ʈ | ɦ | ҿ ➸ S | i | z | e | - | S | h | i | f | t | i | n | g ]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOmega - mall
A wry grin lifted Aren’s features at Narcissa’s smug remark about his preferences in travel - the light in his chocolate eyes stating all too clearly that he was thinking the same thing as her. Granted, when he’d first voiced his opinion - he’d meant it. Portals just felt… unnatural. “Far more time to stop and smell the roses..” He murmured quietly, though his tone was still colored with innuendo that matched her own.
It proved difficult to get off that train of thought for the two of them, as his lover mentioned dressing rooms shortly after, and he called for a raincheck - a little put out that they actually had to focus on the assignment, instead of giving into their inhibitions for another last time.
He stared out into the crowd, apprehensive. Before he’d left the reservation, the native had never known enemies, had never faced an unknown threat as dangerous as a seemingly friendly face. The war between mutants and humans had disillusioned him a bit, and being here to rescue two scared mutants only reminded him of how awful the outside world could be. Were it not for the woman next to him and the countless friends he’d made in coming to the academy, he’d have already retracted back into the mountains where it was safe. Acceptance there simply existed - it need not be given.
They kept their conversation light, though Cissa’s disinterest in shopping left Aren staring at her quizzically, stopping in his pace to check her forehead for clamminess. She assured him that she was fine - the stores in this mall simply sucked. She spouted off a few names, and Aren’s expression would have told her that she may as well have spoken greek to him. He offered to ‘check’ her out, pointing down to the message lettered on his shirt, only for her to roll her eyes at the insinuation. “I promise it won’t hurt a bit.” He teased with a wink.
As they passed a pretzel stand on the corner of one of the corridors, Aren halted in his tracks once again, his mouth already watering from the wafting scent. He’d mentioned that it was an odd placement for the food stand, and Narcissa didn’t seem to understand why. “All of these places around here are clothing stores - most won’t let you carry food and drink in, out of fear that you’ll wipe your grimy fingers on their merchandise.” Plus the food court was on the other side of the mall…
Cissa accused him of clogging his pores, and he merely rubbed his free hand down his jawline, feeling for any abnormalities before assuring her that she needn’t worry about his face becoming covered in zits. When she suggested he’d die of a heart attack from eating all of his junk food, he merely flexed one arm and grinned. “I’m healthy as an ox.”
He paid for his snack, ignoring for the most part that the kid behind the counter had been staring, gaped mouthed at his would-be girlfriend, and focused on the buttery, salty bread he’d bought to sustain his hunger. He savored it, closing his eyes as he took another bite, only vaguely hearing Narcissa call him awful. “Am not.” He said around a mouth full of food. Normally he’d have had a little more manners to not talk while chewing, but she’d basically asked for it.
Despite her pouting - which he found cute instead of disheartening - Aren continued to chow down, but did continue to move again. He followed her into a knick-knack store, not really giving much thought to the items for sale until he came across supposedly authentic native carvings. He bullied the clerk about the false advertisement for a few moments, and then returned to his lover’s arms, and pulled her out of the shop. “A bit.” He said, frowning as he shook his head in disdain. “Those aren’t even remotely right… the carvings look like a caveman did them.” And as they’d discussed before, he was a few steps up from that.
He finished his pretzel in short order, and then muttered that urban hide and seek wasn’t his sort of game to play. She agreed, adding that the whole assignment was beneath their qualifications. Honestly, he hoped it’d stay that way. The last thing he wanted for the day was another fight against bigoted humans. They walked for a bit, only for Cissa to stop and use him as a shield. Instinctively, he pulled her near his chest and backed up against a wall, making it look like a private moment between lovers, instead of her checking her messages. Public affection made people uncomfortable - hopefully they’d look away.
She said to suit up, and Aren backed into an alcove to don his own uniform. The mask that appeared over his face depicted an eagle, carved and painted in a way that his tribe would appreciate. The size shifter glanced in the direction that Narcissa was watching in, noting the differences in people scattering. Some were darting toward the exit, and others were running headlong to the food court. She marked them as MRD’s, but he had to hope a few of them were just good people, wanting to stop the violence. After all, not everyone was bad - as proven by the Boston marathon. Then again, innocents would only make this next part harder… The dichotomy of what he hoped for caused an internal struggle, but he swallowed it for another time.
He did a once over on Narcissa and grinned, though she’d only be able to feel it through the threads that bound them together, as his face was mostly covered. “Leather just keeps coming up as a conversation point for us.”
They rushed to the scene, dodging in and out of the masses, only to be greeted by a sentinel. How had they been able to make one so fast, after they’d destroyed their warehouse? “Napi…” He grumbled, clearly dismayed. This was precisely what he’d been hoping to avoid.
Felix’s good-natured humor was a welcome relief when he slid in with a little bit of flare. “And here I thought that things were too slow paced before. Now we can amp it up.” Aren blinked, and Felix was gone again, no doubt to try and take down the Sentinel.
“There’s more of them!” He heard a frizzy haired, wild-eyed woman scream. Her suit already looked dishevelled, and Aren couldn’t help but tilt his head as he looked at Blake. “Did you decide for an afternoon delight with Nutso here before calling us?” He asked, tipping his head in the woman’s direction. She seriously looked like she’d gotten dressed in a hurry.
There was another person there - not in uniform, but fighting off her own MRD. "Who's the blondie?" He wondered aloud, watching as she sent people flying with some sort of pulse.
Several others swarmed in on him as he was working another angle of distraction, and he swatted them away, as if telling them they needed to relax... “Ladies, ladies… there’s plenty of me to go around.” He said, doubling in size just before one of them was able to slap some cuffs on his wrist. He reached up to the ceiling then and grabbed a flag, tearing it from its post with little resistance. Kneeling down, he chuckled as one of them tried a taser. After the agony he’d gone through in their last mission, it felt like a bee sting. A minor irritation.
Quickly, he took the over-sized flag in his hand and twisted it into a makeshift rope, using it to tie two of the MRD’s together. He then picked them up, grew about six feet more and hung them to the post that had been used for the flag. “Don’t worry. I’m sure your friends will get you down later.” He assured them.
In the midst of this, he was hoping someone else would deal with the sentinel. Without someone tearing into it’s chest plate, his mutation wasn’t going to be able to help a whole lot. The sentinel’s robotic voice boomed, and Aren turned to look at the mutant hunter.
“Halt. Resistance is futile.”
By the little beeping light, he had a feeling it was about to shoot something at him. “If I shrink will it still have its tracker on me?” He asked no one in particular.
[ N | a | t | i | v | e ] ▂▂▂▂▂▂ ▂▂ ▂▂▂▂xxxxxxxxxxxx  
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2015 1:00 pm
 
While Luke had denied being her personal cook - for reasons related to slavery - Gracie made her resolve with Daylia; they would get him to cook for them on a frequent basis. And she wasn’t above bribing to get what she wanted. Lynn had already agreed to dinner when they got back, to which both Daylia and Emlen were looking forward to. The dark-haired woman bobbed her head in agreement when D said they needed to get their assignments over quickly.
“There are certainly pros if we’re successful in a timely fashion.” She concurred with a grin, pulling back her hair into a messy ponytail while they waited for the rest of the team to decide who they wanted to work with. Kerri’s choice caught their attention - both of them thought it strange that she chose two new hotties on the Omegas instead of her own boyfriend.
Daylia mentioned jealousy, and Gracie looked the pair of guys up and down again. “I mean, Roland isn’t hard to look at, but damn. There’s two of them to none of him.” She grinned then, offhandedly saying that she wanted to order herself a pair next time. “Oh, honey… There’s always an option… But most of the ones in the catalogue are in there because they are damaged goods.” AKA, always thinking with their nether region, or not at all. Gracie sighed then, letting out a low whistle. “It’s a shame that saying about how guys are like parking spots is true.” She didn’t bother to take her gaze off the pair of them, figuring they were too oblivious to notice. “All the good ones are taken… the rest are handicapped or small.” The way she was scrutinizing the new Omegas, it wouldn’t be hard for Daylia to figure out that she was trying to figure out which category either of them belonged to.
Soon after, the whole team headed through the portal, and her partner in crime made an opinion about their method of travel. Gracie agreed with her about the feeling they left her with when she crossed over - and a part of her was always apprehensive about the other side not being where they’d intended.
When they entered the mall, the first thing was first - food. One, because Daylia let her stomach rule her, and two, it was populated enough for the teens to find cover in the crowd. As the phaser mentioned all the food she wanted, Gracie couldn’t help but inform her that their friendship was most assuredly going to turn her into a cow. D told her she didn’t have to try and keep up with her, but simply watching someone eat and getting pleasure out of it proved a little too weird for the Georgia belle. “Yeah.” Gracie said with another nod of her head. “I’ll just have to settle with going to the gym more often, or upping my pants size.”
It didn’t take long for them to get to the food court, where Daylia ordered a pretzel and offered to get her one, but she opted for bad American-Mexican food; Daylia half-joked about taking a massive amount of food back with her, and Gracie carried it on, stating that everyone on the base would be wondering just how she managed to pull it off. “I’ve not ruled out that possibility yet.” She teased. Daylia had been the one to suggest it this time, but it wasn’t the first instance that Gracie had wondered if the woman really did have multiple stomachs to process all that food. “Secondary mutations happen on occasion.”
By the time she returned to her friend, most of her crunch wrap was gone, and D didn’t fail to notice. Handing her the burrito she’d picked up for her friend, Gracie threw her head back and closed her eyes, as though she were in sheer ecstasy. “So gooooooood.”
After devouring their lunch and turning up no leads in the food court, they moved on, deliberating amongst themselves where the kids were likely to be. Her fellow Omega suggested the movie theater, and Gracie groaned inwardly at the thought. Checking them would prove to be a pain in the a**, if they wanted to remain unnoticed. “True.” It would be really easy to hide in one. Most places didn’t go through and check for ticket stubs anymore.
She pulled D into a Forever21 - one of the first stores they came across - and kept up their cover, while still having an actual conversation with her friend. They rounded back on the subject of Kerri, and her potential boy troubles, and both decided a girl’s night was in order. “I wonder if Luke would let us put him in pink for the occasion.” She wondered with a mischievous grin.
“Greens?” Gracie questioned, hoping there was no truth to that statement. Outside of really unhealthily prepared collard greens, she didn’t eat them all that frequently. “Dear God, I hope not. It’d better be good food that puts all the junk in this trunk.”
She grabbed a few pairs of pants for herself, and then started shopping for her friend as well, picking up different tops for her to try. She insisted that Daylia was stylish, but her friend didn’t seem to agree - though she at least had enough sense not to want the more-sequins-than-cloth shirt she’d come across. Daylia frowned as she looked over the store’s wares, stating that she didn’t think any of the stuff screamed she should wear it. “Nonsense.” Gracie assured her, shoving a whole pile of clothes she’d seemingly grabbed with superspeed. “Try these. Over the shoulder tops… embroidered tanks, and I love layering.” She said, picking up a clouded transparent shirt. “You need a black tank under it.”
Though they were having fun, pretending to be normal girls, it wasn’t long before their comms vibrated. Her lips fell into a pout, and she shook her head, hazel eyes clearly not amused. The least they could have done is wait until they’d checked out… Her features mottled with exasperation shortly after, as an alarm went off in the store, and someone exclaimed that there were more inside the premises. Damn it.
The pair ducked into one of the dressing rooms and Gracie nodded with D’s sentiment. It took a moment for Gracie to remember the precise motion required to switch into her uniform, so she imagined she looked silly as she waved one hand in the air in random directions, all while trying not to smack her friend in the face. When the uniform finally appeared, she sighed. “About freaking time.”
Daylia peeked through the little slots in the white door to their changing closet, and asked for a plan that was a little better than simply “winging it.” Gracie sniggered then, her ivory half-mask making the expression more ominous than playful as she’d intended. “Well... ” She started, canvassing the layout of the room then. It was inconvenient that there were a limited number of exits. “We can try take the people out, one by one and make our way to the obvious exit.” Where they’d be faced with innumerable MRDs. “Or if you can phase us out behind this wall, there’s a good chance that a break room for the employees exists…” And then they’d only have to deal with whatever employees were currently off the clock. “We make our way out behind the scenes to get to the food court.”
Reflexively, she cringed when it sounded like the mall’s ceiling was caving in, and Narcissa’s message came through - they had at least one sentinels to deal with as well. “They should be focused enough on what’s going on out there that they won’t be searching too hard in the employee only area.” She suggested. Of course, it’d take longer this way, but they’d likely face less opposition.
“Your choice. Short route, or the long route?”
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2015 7:32 pm
Former Omega
Ability: Psychic Laceration
Location: War room---> Outside prison camp
Currently:My name's Paul and this is between y'all. 
”Very important.” The Slovenian attested with a nod, features scrunching slightly when she mentioned gym socks, only to soften again as the blonde finished the thought with a kiss. The movement proved too brief for his liking, and he glanced at Aurelie in thoughtful repose, somewhat hesitant, as though being on the field again had suddenly lost its importance to him in lieu of other things. The telekinetic twined her fingers through his to urge him along, and Dominik relented with a grin, allowing her to lead him from his room.
They arrived at the meeting, and as Bella briefed them the blonde took refuge against her boyfriend's chest, soft flaxen hair spilling prettily over his shirt. Dominik moved to place his chin atop her head, the positioning a little awkward on his part but far more romantic than placing an elbow there--- an act which better accounted for their difference in height. Aurelie smiled, offering to help, and floated off the ground to meet him as though she were weightless, making the embrace more comfortable for them both. An amused sparkle caught the Slovene's hazel eyes, conveying the laughter he'd not make audible while Bella spoke. The two exchanged a playful wink before turning attentions back to their assignment, Dominik gently and briefly kissing the back of her head before fully turning histhoughts back to Bella.
Aurie was quick to scope out her best friend among the crowd. Dom passively followed her lead, shelving the feeling that he was entirely out of place amongst this new team. Hazel eyes found the shapeshifter in their approach; a grin cracked over his features when Aurelie assured him that she was starting to like him, ”Glad to hear it.”
Not that he was entirely convinced. Rather, there remained a certain nagging suspicion that his own photo had a home on the dartboard too, or would eventually.
”...Are they still around?” The question wasn't framed so much to probe at Aurelie's past relationships--- he really thought Kat might have killed them, and that was information worth knowing given his current status as the telekinetic's boyfriend. Dom's lips tugged upward with the question, of course, to indicate that he was only joking--- kind of.
They reached Kat, who'd taken to scanning maps and bickering here and there with Julian. Anger radiated from the shifter so starkly that one might almost claim to feel the temperature around them rise by a few degrees. Aurelie didn't seem deterred by this--- the blonde instantly saw through Katerina's rough exterior in a way Dom was certain no one else could. She seemed to find the good in every life she touched; it remained one of his favorite qualities in her.
...He wasn't exactly built from sunshine and daisies himself, after all.
Dominik kept his silence for a time, content to let the girls chat amongst each other-- even when the subject turned to him he only initially cracked a smirk at them, eyes marked with disbelief at the way the topic turned. As Aurelie still held his hand, he took to playing his fingers idly over her palm, shrugging casually, ”He might...” The Slovenian trailed off innocently, well aware that she'd probably been snooping; by looks alone it was hard to tell Dominik had as much money to his name as he did. The young man had an everlasting penchant for wearing t-shirts bought from Target...band shirts at his fanciest, and all of a vintage variety. He didn't exactly exude the usual aura of a trust fund baby.
The Italian didn’t want to let go of the idea that Dominik should eventually succumb to some variety of fatal disease--- which wasn’t surprising, although her polio suggestion proved…creative. Brows knitted as Aurelie laughed that he at least shouldn’t be made pigeon-toed, the mental image not an attractive one; he nodded in agreement, ”It wouldn’t be a good look for me.”
”Sorry to disappoint you Kat, but vaccinating children is popular in Slovenia too.” A playfully wry smirk punctuated the statement, the accent which always threaded Dominik’s words becoming somehow more noticeable when he listed his native country.
”—But I do smoke, so don’t lose hope.”
The Slovenian fell silent as the conversation segued, expression losing its humor but acquiring no stronger emotion to replace it until they touched on Aurie’s previous trip to the infirmary. He pressed her hand tighter within his own, promising the telekinetic’s best friend that his aim was to keep her from paying any visits there again, and meaning it.
As for the gym debacle—Guthrie just needed to give up. Allowing him leave to assist on a mission with the Alphas seemed a good sign of that happening, finally.
In his silence Dominik took the position, seemingly, of a sentry; still and stalwart, but studious, listening even as his thoughts occasionally drifted elsewhere. His mannerisms grew no less terse when Bella approached, the psychic cutter offering a sincere, if emotionless, acknowledgement to her welcome. The tension between she and Katerina was lucid almost immediately. Dom paid it little mind--- not his business, after all…and that remained his position on the matter until the Alpha leader offered a clipped response to Aurelie, a single brow arching as he immediately felt his girlfriend’s hand tense in his.
Aurelie trusted Katerina, which was all the evidence Dominik needed to do the same; Bella might have her reservations, but as thorny as the shape-shifter often seemed, he’d not surmised her to be any more volatile or dangerous than some of the Omegas. Team differences, indeed…
The sound manipulater departed from them, Dominik quick to offer up her photo for Kat’s dartboard. She responded darkly, those sentiments doing little to rattle him; ”Maybe make some adjustments then; a mustache? A nice goatee? A few dicks here and there, for aesthetic value. Practice makes perfect, anyway.” That was a close to urging the woman against actually outright shooting Bella that he’d get; Dom didn’t know the woman, had little to hold against her, but sensitivity wasn’t his forte.
Kat cautioned them one final time to be careful, aiming a few additional threats towards Dominik about keeping Aurelie safe; he accepted them readily…all tension between the two aside, their goals for keeping the telekinetic in one piece were entirely on point. As they moved away from the Italian and towards the portal, Aurelie allowed herself to be openly livid over her exchange with Bella. He couldn’t help the way the corner of his mouth turned upward at her outburst, subtly amused at seeing her so angry; that didn’t happen often.
”…You’re cute when you’re angry, by the way…” It couldn’t be helped; he had to say it, and pulled her closer in a half hug in an attempt to placate her as his expression simultaneously lost some of its humor, ”---But you’re also not wrong.”
”…It might not be too late to jump ship and head to the mall with Omegas.” The suggestion was a light-hearted one, but not completely insincere.
They moved through the portal and entered into the tree-line, the group of Alphas dividing as instructed. When they stopped, Aurie threw a glance back their way and smiled, words aimed at himself, Siege and Glitter. The Slovenian’s sights trailed intentionally over his girlfriend’s form in response, lips curving, ”I’m good right here, thanks.”
Glitter and Wukong took to silencing any guards in their way, and Dice moved to the parameter with Siege as instructed. The latter was quick to take charge without giving the Omega much opportunity to land a word in edgewise, pushing a pair of binoculars towards him and dubbing him his spotter; Dice lent him a sideways glance as he adjusted the binoculars to his face, expression even as when he finally got a moment to speak, ”Aye aye, Captain.” The statement fell from him with an obvious note of sarcasm even as the mutant acquiesced to the task. Given the nature of his own ability, Dice had little issue with judging distance or taking aim against something— but he didn’t say so aloud, silently scanning the area through the scope of the binoculars instead.
He remained at the ready, alert to his task save for taking a spare moment to glance at Allegra when their leader complimented her efforts, wondering how the telekinetic would take it, given the tension between them.
Damn shame it was too late to make a break for the mall...
((OOC: Let me know if I missed anything!))
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2015 9:15 pm
  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtear me into s h r e d s
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xCharlie had certainly heard of Kerrigan’s reputation, and he was glad to be teamed up with her for this mission. She seemed fit, capable. It was just too bad their mission description sounded not-so-action-packed. Look for a couple of runaways, and get them out of here. But they were on the run, so who knew? He would have liked something more combat oriented, but maybe this was good for his first mission as an Omega. Then again, Charlie had always been more the type to dive in head first then test the water.
Once they’d been transported to New York, they made their way for the mall. Christian seemed slightly bummed that they hadn’t used his menage a trois cover idea, but the point was to be inconspicuous. And for that, a few friends who were into fitness would probably come off as a little more ‘natural.’ They didn’t want to be different or interesting, they wanted to blend in. His werewolf companion seemed to understand at least, and their cover was decided.
While Kerrigan checked the directory, Charlie and Christian looked around the crowd in search of the teenagers. But no luck.
The redhead listed off some stores and Christian mentioned a gym. All good options. The two joked about finding the gym and he gave a nod as Christian commented on his senses. “Yep. Never doubt the nose.” He stated almost matter-of-factly to Kerrigan. His friend’s senses had failed to disappoint so far, and Charlie was willing to keep trusting them. He gave their group an order in which they should hit the stores. Somebody had to make a decision or they could stand around all day.
First and foremost was a need for some shoes, as Kerrigan had mentioned needing some new running shoes. She grinned when he’d mentioned it and he gave a soft smile in response. Then Christian stated that he could go barefoot, almost as if he were protesting their choice in destination. Charlie paused. “Christian, come on,” he stepped over and lightly grabbed Kerrigan’s shoulder, his other hand directing his friend’s attention to the redhead. “We’re not going to deprive the lady of a good pair of running shoes.” he joked in a comically serious manner. Their first destination was not up for discussion. But it didn’t take long for his face to crack into a low chuckle, if there was any doubt.
He asked Kerrigan if she was a big runner. And while he had been hoping to find someone else who enjoyed running like he did, her answer didn’t sound so enthusiastic. Still, it didn’t disappoint. Maybe she didn’t like running as much as him, but she obviously had an interest in fitness. “And what other things are those?” He had to ask. She couldn’t say something like that in a conversation about fitness and not tell him what is was she really enjoyed. They’d lucked out in teaming up with Kerrigan. Or at least Charlie had, Christian had become pretty quiet when they started talking about fitness. Charlie had tried to convince his friend to work out with him, but the werewolf had never shown much interest in working out. At least not until Katerina…
He was a little hurt that Christian didn’t work out with him. He understood - Katerina was attractive and interesting. And he was glad that his friend was forging new friendships (or maybe more?). But still, he could spend some time in the gym with his best bud every now and then, couldn’t he? He’d never seemed too interested in fitness, but it looked like he was interested enough in Katerina to get at least a little into it. Well, at least there was someone that could whip him into shape. Maybe he would even start to enjoy it and then he would keep Charlie company in the gym.
After mentioning that he missed being able to exercise outside, Kerrigan let him know that he wasn’t alone in missing the fresh air. But she was looking at the bright side of it all. It was a challenge to her - something the Arizona native could understand - and it forced her to focus in the gym. He’d never had too much trouble focusing in the gym, but he could understand what she was saying. “You’re right. And I definitely have been spending more time in the gym now than I used to.” There wasn’t a whole lot to do underground. For someone who would never be caught lounging around the house, he was having trouble keeping himself occupied. Camping, snowboarding, hiking, whatever it was he was a very active person. And the time he would have spent on fun adventures and activities didn’t have a good substitute when he was stuck underground in Canada. The best he could do was put in some more time at the gym. “Maybe we can get some off campus time every now and then to blow off some steam though...”
She let him know that she was around if she needed a workout bud and he gave her a friendly smile. If his best friend wasn’t going to workout with him, maybe he needed to make another friend. Before he could respond though, Christian threw out a challenge. He may have been playing innocent, but Charlie knew his friend well enough to know exactly what he was doing. “You’re betting against me?” He questioned, a touch of surprise in his tone, at the fact that his best friend didn’t have his back.
“Alright, you’re on.” It didn’t take long for him to change gears and accept with a shake of his head. “You know I can’t turn down a challenge like that.”
He looked to Kerrigan with a grin and a shrug “Looks like you’ll be getting to know more about me after all.” He stated, referring to her previous comment. It was a very matter of fact statement, however friendly it may have been. Christian had issued the challenge, and now Charlie had to see how he stacked up next to the fabled Kerrigan. She couldn’t say ‘no.’ He hadn’t given her the option.
He doubted she would have any problems with that though. She’d already mentioned that she was willing to work out with him if he wanted some company. And after her previous statement about motivating herself with challenges, it sounded like they might have had a little in common. If nothing else, it would be a good workout. For both of them, he hoped.
When they walked into Finish Line, Charlie’s eyes casually drifted around the store while following behind the other two. Nobody really stood out to him, and he didn’t see the teens. They ventured a little farther into the store but still nothing. Kerrigan drew his gaze when she questioned the shoe sizes. “Couldn’t hurt to ask.” he mentioned with a shrug, taking a look at the shoes she’s picked out. “Nice choice.” He gave a small nod with a subtle smirk of approval.
Christian gave his own comment on the matter, and started to check out the selection in his own size. They weren’t here to shop. They all knew that, but poking their heads in stores to take a look around would be a little suspicious. They had to at least play it off a little. Still, Charlie was already starting to feel anxious to move on to their next spot. He lingered near the end of the racks, his gaze occasionally scanning the doorway, just in case the teens popped in.
Not too long in and one of their teammates broadcast a message that the siblings had been found, and there was some action in the food court. Christian tried to play it off as a ringtone and Charlie’s brows rose at his friend, biting back a grin at the werewolf’s improv. Watching him then try to slip discreetly out of the store - but instead dropping a shoe and only drawing attention to himself - he sighed and glanced over at the redhead, an amused grin in response to his friend as he gave a subtle nod toward the door. Though he was sure she’d already been on her way out as well.
“Sorry to break it you you, bud, but you’re not the best at flying under the radar.” He joked when he met Christian outside of the store. Even when he wasn’t a werewolf. But they were out and on their way. That was what mattered. And now they had a new objective - suit up, create a distraction in the food court. Per Narcissa. Christian suggested heading to the bathrooms to change and Charlie gave a nod in agreeance.
The trio made their way to the bathrooms, splitting up there as Kerrigan headed into the women’s bathroom and Charlie and Christian slipped into the men’s.
His friend quickly claimed a stall and Charlie checked for any company they might have. It looked like they were alone, for the moment. He decided to risk someone walking in on him mid-change and made a fist to press into his shoulder. His civilian clothes were replaced with a rather generic uniform, donning a red ‘X’ for the Omegas. Lucky enough, no one had wandered in while they were in the bathroom.
He watched Christian walk out of the stall and stop dead when he realized his feet were touching the filthiest part of the bathroom. A comment about not letting him change in a bathroom again drew a chuckle out of Charlie as they exited to meet up with their third wheel and head off. “Try to remember not to suggest it then.” he told him with a smile that immediately faded when he saw Kerrigan in her uniform for the first time. He couldn’t find the words at first, but stared for… well, what some people would consider ‘uncomfortably long.’
“Alright, how do I get one of those?” he finally asked, a finger circling around in the air as if to draw a circle around her uniform. It was ridiculously awesome. Not to mention it looked way more durable than his uniform, and didn’t look like it restricted movement too much. He was envious, and if he could get one for himself he was going it.
Their comms went off again, this time to inform them that a sentinel had joined in on the excitement. Christian asked if they should consider it tempting fate, in an unusually serious tone. He pat his friend on the back. ”Haven’t you always wanted to fight a giant robot?” His tone was optimistic, playful even. He’d always been one to go with the flow, if life threw them a crazy giant robot to fight, he would fight it. He didn’t know how, but he’d figure something out when he got there. Not to mention, while his question had been meant as a joke, he was a little… excited.
As he’d mentioned earlier, he couldn’t turn down a good challenge....
The trio started to move, Christian asking Kerrigan if she’d seen where the food court was on the directory. “I would’ve thought you’d sniffed it out already.” He had the nose, after all.
But it looked like it wouldn’t be so hard to find their destination. Panic was beginning to overtake the mall. Civilians tried to get to the exits, the MRD became easy to spot as they went against the crowd. “I’d say it’s that way.” He said with a nod in the direction he was directing them in. And if the people scurrying out weren’t a big enough clue, the giant robot stomping around could be heard from their position.
They started making their way quickly through the crowd, but were about to run into trouble. Intercepted by a few MRD. As soon as he saw them, he stopped and put his hands up in the air - if only to give himself a second to figure a way through them. There were a few of them blocking their way, with what he assumed were tranq guns pointing straight at them. He’d been a little ahead of the other two, he had an idea of where they were but didn’t look back to confirm.
He shrugged, his eyes focused intently on one of them. Itchy trigger finger? “Is there a problem?” he asked. They were plenty obvious in their uniforms, so there was no pretending they were mistaken. They were told not to move, but Charlie had already done so. He saw it before it happened, as he suddenly charged the MRD in the middle. He’d already known that he would be shot at - he’d sensed it - and he’d even purposely drawn the guy’s aim to the side to give himself a better position after dodging the shot.
He got in close and kicked one of his legs out from under him, throwing him off balance and attempting to knock him down on the ground with another kick to the side. He expected his partners to jump into action to help. There were more than one, after all. As he was about to connect with his second kick, he saw that trigger finger ready to go again as the guy tried to get him in front of his gun. He abandoned the kick in the interest of not getting tranq'd.
“Hey, Feral,” He called out to Christian instinctively bringing his hands up to block as his opponent recovered. “Weren’t you worried you wouldn’t get to use your ability?” he asked in a jovial tone. The rush was immediate. He was excited. It seemed inappropriate, but he couldn’t help it. Even if he got a little roughed up.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2015 6:28 am
  
Katerina sighed when Dominik shot down her wonderfully inventive idea of polio, turning her gaze back toward the maps on the table. Of course she’d done her homework on Aurelie’s new pet…What kind of friend, what kind of spy would she be if she didn’t? The auburn haired shape shifter rest most of her weight on her hands, a dry chuckle breaking the silence when Dom told her not to lose hope. “Cancer can be a slow and tedious process…”
“To that end I’ve just realized the perfect manner in which you should pass on.”, she murmured after a moment, her tones ever-tinged with the Italian accent she’d been born with. She could forcibly drop it when the situation demanded, but she didn’t see the point in removing something she rather enjoyed. Her gaze flickered up from the table, gun metal blue eyes finding her target. Target, being synonymous with Aurelie’s boyfriend. “And… I can make it look like an accident.”
Katerina fell silent when Aurelie reacted to her words about Gideon, expression becoming pensive. She could feel that the telekinetic was only reacting with concern and protectiveness on her behalf… But she didn’t understand. Not of any fault of her own; Katerina deliberately kept her in the dark on the most gruesome parts of her past. Her eyes softened as she broke the surface of her thoughts, becoming affectionate in a way that only the telekinetic would recognize. Aurelie was the only person she felt the need to explain anything to. “X-21 and I are the same, la mia ballerina…Though if I were in his shoes, I’d have done much worse...”
Not for the first time she was reminded that she came from a very different world than most of the X-Men. Especially when compared to those in the Junior Justice brigade. Aurelie was an entirely new category, a bright eyed bunny snuggling trustingly beside a hungry fox.
“I shouldn’t have crossed into his territory unannounced. We’d never met, but he knew who I was through reputation…I could have been there on orders to take him home by force, to take him out, or just to take away everything he cared for so he could suffer for going AWOL…”, Katerina trailed off quietly, not really minding if Dominik overheard. Some people knew she was an EX-Hydra soldier, and some didn’t. All things considered, she didn’t really care one way other the other. “It sounds cruel, but in all honesty, he hesitated.”
“I never will.”
That was why she could never forgive Gideon. He’d gone soft, and twice betrayed everything he was for a woman that didn’t deserve him. The wolverine clone should have killed her on sight. If one of the Viper’s minions ever came near to Aurelie—No matter the reason, they’d be dead before they could wonder why. For the most part they were mindless and brainwashed. There was no reasoning with a HYDRA agent. There was only kill, or be killed.
Isabella breezed through, and Aurelie puffed up like a brassed off tabby cat. At least, that was her impression, despite the fact that the telekinetic tried to keep her temper under wraps. It was rare that the Amish girl let anything get under her skin… But hating Isabella Stone was just one more thing for them to bond over. It took everything Katerina had not to either eat the Alpha leader’s face off simply for breathing, or to fake a few tears to see how her friend would react.
Decisions, decisions.
Unfortunately that choice was dashed away, and they were left to talk of pictures and target practice. Blue eyes focused on Dominik when he mentioned drawing a few penises on Stone’s photograph, gaze vindictive, though curious... It switched to Aurelie and smirk slid across her features. “…Are you sure he isn’t gay?”
They said their goodbyes, and she was left to do her work with Junior in relative peace. She itched at not being able to stay near Aurie, but it was temporarily out of her hands. The Ex-HYDRA agent was starting to settle into the mentality of someone that was about to do something potentially dangerous. Her irritation simmered to a quiet as she fell back on her training, merely leaving the War Room when appropriate. The portal was disorientating, but nothing Katerina hadn’t seen before. Stone issued and order, and Junior teleported them before she had the chance to roll her eyes.
Taking out the minimum security in the office was such an easy task that the youngest of HYDRA recruits could have done it. How exactly were these government dogs hoping to contain a facility full of mutants with such weaklings in charge? She smirked soundlessly at Junior when he stated that her appearance as the Warden was an improvement, refusing to dignify it with a response. They searched the bodies of their opponents and came up with a few useful items, keys and a security clearance to traverse the prison without being stopped. She also found that these guards were equipped with tranquilizing ammo, not live bullets. The Warden’s laptop had been crushed in the skirmish.
”I know.”, she returned in the deep baritone tone of the Warden, when Junior approved of her idea of moving the guards.
It was always a little odd when she took the form of a man…Not physically, but it took a moment for her mind to settle. She was taller, stronger, and heavier. Katerina had to compensate for the fact that she wasn’t as fast as she usually was, and that she couldn’t escape nearly as quickly. “The sooner they get the keys the better.”
“I—“, it didn’t matter what she was going to say after that, because Eidolon was gone in a puff of black smoke. He was useful, that was for sure. But damned annoying. Sighing she forced herself to walk like a male, keenly aware of the subtle differences. Men tended to take larger strides and walk with their legs further apart. Most, especially those in a place of power, tended to keep their movements straight and linear. Women typically moved more gracefully, more fluid.
Katerina couldn’t picture anyone calling this particular man ‘graceful’. He certainly hadn’t been when she’d dropped him on his head.
As Eidolon had suggested, she used the Warden’s security clearance and the updated map to find the Medical Bay. No one stopped her, and she merely nodded to any officers she passed in the halls. Their ordinance was standard. She couldn’t tell what kind of bullets were in their guns…And she didn’t intend on finding out.
The Medical Bay wasn’t too far away from the Warden’s Office, but an entire floor down. What made her a little leery was the fact that the large sterile room was eerily quiet from the outside. Though that was easily explained once she caught sight of Eidolon. “Nice.”, she commented off handedly, a little put out that he had beat her to the punch. Ever wary of their surroundings, she took in the room with a critical eye, as always, looking for a camera. “There.”, Kali pointed out towards the southern half of the room…”Pile them up in the blind spot.”
It wasn’t a perfect fix, especially not if they’d already been seen, but she was counting on the fact that the alarm hadn’t sounded yet. If there were any response times to consider, an entire security team should have burst in with guns blazing about the same time she’d arrived.
Despite the fact that it was a good thing, the lack of a response made Katerina feel uneasy…Hadn’t Stone warned them that they’d likely be testing on mutants? High security? There was little to no evidence of it…No scent of bleach or antiseptic; No mutants in cages. Her gaze fell to an active terminal and she made her way over, stepping over one of the downed officers.
The young woman, or old man, depending on the point of view—pulled out a small thumb drive that Forge had provided. It would allow him remote access to the MRD’s network so that he could frag the necessary files. The less the MRD knew about the mutants they were going to free, the better. She plugged it in and left it be, trusting that Forge could handle it from there. As she prepared to leave the room she took notice of some of the large flat screens on the walls. They were sectioned off, full of vitals and what looked to be brain scans for about fifty different patients. Something about it seemed off, but one of the few things Katerina lacked knowledge in, was medical. Break a bone, sure. Read a scan? Not likely.
“Look at these…”, Katerina spoke gruffly, beady brown eyes trained on the display. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was definitely something that kept her attention. As a former spy, it was her job to see things that others wouldn’t… Why did this elude her? “Different names, different height, different weight…”
“Their vitals…They’re all the same. Across the board. Blood pressure, respiratory rate, temperature…”, as far as Katerina knew, again, with her very limited experience with medical issues…That wasn’t possible. Not by a long shot. Were they ‘cooking the books’ for some reason? Shaking her head, she pulled away from the screens and turned towards Julian, expression a little darker than it should have been. “I already set up the terminal… Take us to the holding cells.”
Katerina waited patiently for Eidolon to teleport them, preparing for the impending sense of weightlessness and nausea. In the blink of an eye they were standing in the correct location, directly behind two officers. Katerina glanced at Julian, and nodded her head, signaling that they each take one quietly. “Gentleman.”, Katerina spoke as she cleared her throat, waiting until the man on the left turned around, only to crack him in the jaw with a solid right hook. The Warden wasn’t in the best shape of his life… But with her knowledge, and his strength, it wasn’t hard to put the guard down and out.
The holding area gave her the same uneasy feeling as before. The cells looked empty, and entirely unused. “What the hell…”
“I know that most of the prisioners are in the yard… But it doesn’t look like a hundred mutants have been living here.”, she continued on, her pace quickening as she moved down the long hall. Keen eyes saw that one of force fields were active, a male imprisoned inside. The name near the door stated ‘Krystov Rykov’. Katerina was silent as she approached the cell, doing her best to assess the man entrapped. He would most definitely not be pleased to see the face of his head jailer. Katerina could only hope he’d take them seriously. If she were in his place, she’d be mightily suspicious. Kali pressed the intercom to get his attention, making sure that he was looking in her direction. “Good afternoon Mr. Rykov...”
Slowly, Katerina shifted back to her normal form—Bones crunching and making the most unsettling of noises. Her shift back was much quicker than her initial turn. It was always easier to become her normal state, than it was to become something different. Instead of wearing a suit, she wore her proper uniform—complete with a plain black mask covering most of her features. Auburn hair flowed back into a severe ponytail like water, her stance filled with confidence. Her voice was smooth and feminine, a stark contrast to what it had been moments before. “I know that it’s going to be hard to believe, but we don’t have much time—so I’ll be blunt. We’re here to retrieve all of the mutants sequestered at this location. We won’t force you to leave if you wish to remain in custody, but if you’d like your freedom…”
Katerina swiped the security clearance card from the Warden and the force field deactivated, the defenses around the cell quieting. Two fingers held up another key that would remove Rykov’s collar safely.
“Now is the time.”
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