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 Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2012 11:41 am
As a response, Mouring Dove giggled uncontrollably. "As if my mind's not already mashed potatoes!!" She'd finally cought her breath, and wiped away a bit of wetness in her eye- but she still chuckled a little. "I mean- do you know who Iive with? How can anyone be anything but 'mashed potatoes' in such an environment! Hah! Do you think you're trying to scare me? I've been more afraid of puppies!" Then she grew somewhat serious. "No really- puppies can be scary sometimes! My chuwawa can scrare of a rotweiler! She did it once! I put the video on youtube!" She decided to put the story aside- no one really cared about her puppy, Squrriel, anyway.. "As for who sent me- I really don't know. You see- I stage it like that in case some paranoid telepath-" She spat the word like poisen.. "wants to know who my clients are. This way- I don't lie! All I can say is he's rich, he's a dude- maybe-, he hates you, and he owns a black hood." She made a display of thinking about the subject.. "That only narrows it too.. Oh I'd say.. Every guy you've ever met!" She laughed again. "As if you couldn't figure it out on your own! And here I thought you were supposed to be smart!" She began reading again.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 5:49 pm
♔ Emma Frost ♔
"I just break minds."
Emma smirked. This girl sure was cheeky. But Emma had ways of dealing with disobedient children. In fact, Emma was employing a tactic at this very moment. What this girl perceived as reality, was in fact all a mere illusion. The girl was still unconscious, and Emma had taken her mind into the astral plane. The astral plane was a place where people with telepathic abilities could go to, by using their abilities. A dangerous place, inhabited by a disgusting creature known as the Shadow King, you would need to be trained, before going there. Just in case. Luckily, Emma was one of the most well trained, and experienced telepaths on the face of the earth. Emma could shape localised parts of the astral plane, and in this case made it look like the brig. Storms mind had been taken there as well, as she had her own history with the Shadow King from her childhood.
"You do realise, eventually I will get the dirty little secrets out of your brain, dont you? Emma spoke. Standing up, and walking away from the girl over to Storm, she spoke again. "You're playing on MY terms now, girl. A fight you can not win using weapons and strategy. Well... Not your strategy anyway. She warned. Dove would not know that her mind was on another realm of existence, as long as Emma didn't want her to know. But Emma was very curious. This girl must of known the mansion would be well guarded, yet she still came to the place alone without as much as a single defence except for her weapons. Had the girl another reason for coming to mansion? A second agenda? Having enough of the astral plane, fearing the Shadow King may show his ugly head sooner or later, Emma's mind departed the place, pulling the girl and Storms mind back into their bodies.
Back on the bodily plane of existence, Dove was still laying on the floor in the cell, where Storm had placed her, Storm still sitting in her chair and Emma just walking through the door. "it's amazing how time moves so slow in the Astral plane, don't you agree Ororo?" Emma said smiling. She walked over to Storms side, and stood, facing the cell. Altogether there where five cells in the brig, with Dove place in the furtherest one. "She's a cheeky sod, isn't she? Anyway, that little thing just there is something I like to call Psychic Detention. Used it on The Cuckoos, when they had that whole ... Thing... With the Phoenix Force.
Anyway , our guest should be waking up any time... Now", And as she said that, Emma's eyes glowed with white psionic energy, and she allowed Dove to awaken, this time for real.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 6:31 pm
Dove gasped. Hey what would you do if you suddenly got a splitting headache? "Aww.." She rubbed her head. "So THAT explains why my head still heard the voices of Mighty Mouse and Bea Arthur trying to convince me that the moon really is made of cheese!" She smiled in revarie. "Man, I haven't heard him since I still thought mankind could get along without trying to kill each other!" She stood up by pushing her self off the ground with one arm. She knocked on her head. "Yep- I definatly have a headache! Thank you cruel reality!" She said happily. Then turned to Frost. "Now, to continue our previous one-sided conversation! Lady, If you wanted to know my 'dirty little secrets'- I'll tell you my dirty little secrets!" She began counting on her fingers. "In elementry school I blew up the chemistry lab because the teacher said i was dumb, I hate the color pink, I'm allergic to parsnips, I'm deathly afraid of baby pandas, and secretly I always wanted- and still do- to be a Power Ranger!" She walked to the edge of the cell and held the bars. "But I really don't know anymore about this guy then I've already told you! It's agaisnt my code as a mercenary to ask questions about my employers." Her eyes were sincere, dispite her tone..
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 7:39 am
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♔ Emma Frost ♔
"I just break minds."
Emma watched Dove closely, as she proceeded to get up from the floor. Emma noted that the girl was clearly crazy, like her father. Probably not as crazy, but crazy is crazy. Emma raised her eyebrow in confusion as the girl went on about Bea Arthur, Pandas and power rangers. She started talking to Storm telepathically again. What on Earth is she talking about? she asked. Emma moved a bit of hair out of her face, and walked back over to the cell. "Fine, I believe that you know nothing of the man who sent you here. But I still believe there is more to you than this mercenary business... Why dont we take a little tour" and as she said her last words, her eyes glowed white, and she dived into Doves deepest memories. Looking for the memory of her in counter with The man who hired her to kill Emma, she was hoping that she would recognise the voice.
She found what she was looking for, Doves memory of being hired. Emma noted down the voice of the man, and uploaded it to cerebra. As the thoughts of the voice uploaded into the machine, it began searching the globe for a match, mutant and human alike. Emma's business with the girl was finished, but she found herself curious. She wanted to know the story of this girl, and how such a young girl could fall into such a dreadful occupation (regardless of who her father was). Emma's mind slowly crept back Doves past. Some things Emma wished she could unsee, and some things made her feel sorry for the girl.
Watching Doves memories of the years before her role as a mercenary, she was reminded of herself, as Emma had a similar story to Dove. Emma too had seen someone she love be killed in front of her, while she was trying to make a life for herself. And when Emma uncovered Doves purpose, she again was reminded of herself. Dove killed truly evil people, so that no one would fall victim to them. Emma had done this A few years earlier when she killed her own sister, Adrienne, who killed one of Emma's students. And when Emma took her students to Canada, and tool away their free will so that they would be safe. But just like that was wrong, was it wrong for Dove to kill the people? Did that make her just as bad as they are? Emma wondered this.
Leaving Doves mind, Emma stared at the girl. Feeling sorry for her,NAND wanting to give her a better life than this bloody life as a killer, she spoke "How would you like a chance at redemption? A chance to b a normal girl, in this school. I am offering you a chance to be a student here and if you have any common sense, which I doubt you do, you will accept it" she said, standing with her arms folded, and head slightly raised.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 5:51 pm
Mourning Dove mentally writhered in agony as Frost brought up the memory of her lost love. She hated that. It's why she feared telepaths, she never told anyone that- not even her father had known about.. She still couldn't bring herself to say the boy's name, no less think it. She hoped her mask would hid the tear that sliped past, she hated that. Crying made her look weak- she wasn't weak. Not since that day.. so very long ago... She was mad. Not at Emma- not directly anyway- but at herself, for not being able to do anything to defend the only man she ever really loved.. She struggled not to let it show, so she laughed. It was a fake laugh, something more of anger and hatred then of her usuall silliness. "Now why'd you have to bring that up? Huh? Now I'm gonna have to go home and stuff my face with chocolate while watching Golden Girls!" She said this before Frost's question. Once she heard that, her jaw dropped. Her first mental reaction was. Wha? Me? In a school? Didn't that turn out like really bad for me the first time? I haven't been to school since I was 8!! But out loud she just croosed her arms. "Seriously? You're inviteing the girl who was hired to kill you to come to your school? Are you joking? Am I being Punk'd ? Where's the camra?" She put her hand to her brow and made a motion of looking around for hidden camras. "Where's Ashton Kutcher? Is he hiding behind the fake tree again?" This poor child had a habit of dealing with all of her troublesome emotions by craking lame jokes. Secretly, she really did want a place to belong- She'd just never abmitt it. (Note, the allusions to Bea Arthur come from the link below. If you watch the episode where "Deadpool" goes to the DC-verse, there's the allusion to Golden Girls. It's also in the second episode- "Mr. Deadpool goes to Mutant Town". I barley know who Bea Arthur is, and frankly I've never seen Golden Girls. I don't even know what it is! rofl http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL6624435483FCAF86&feature=plcpI tell you this, because I can't take credit for it- it all goes to mgalusic ! And also explains why I may dump on Ryan Reynolds in the near future! rofl )
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 3:40 pm
♔ Emma Frost ♔
"I just break minds."
Emma was no fool. Her powers over the mind allowed her to see through Doves masquerade. But no matter how much Emma enjoyed public humiliation, she would not out the girls true feelings. she ignored the girls smart remarks, and instead moved onto the next topic. Sometimes Emma needed to resort to deceitful and secretive ways, and now was going to be one of them. Using her powers, she made Storm think she was watching Emma and Dove talk about enrolling at the school.
"You have a good point. But while I was rummaging around inside your mind I left a few little surprises that I can activate at any time I see fit. You see Mourning Dove, I have use for a girl of your... Talents. A skilled mercenary that is. So wether you like it or not you will become a student here at Xaviers, although lacking a proper childhood and school education I doubt I need to persuade you to enroll," she turned her back on Dove, and looked at the wall, all the while keeping the telepathic illusion going on Storm. "The mutant race is a dying species, girl. And I need an assassin, to help me ensure it's survival. There are too many threats in this world against us. That's where you come in. While you keep up appearances as a student here, I will begin to train you mentally and physically. And you will become my perfect killing machine."
Emma laughed. She turned to face Dove once more. She walked to the cell, and opened it allowing the girl to walk out. "I get the feeling that you would welcome the training and a chance to kill all the 'corrupt evil' you can get your hands on, so I doubt there will be any resistance from you. BUT if there is, be warned that I have left a small keepsake in your mind. And of you even think about crossing me, or telling anyone about this, said keepsake will cause your mind to shut down faster than you can take a last breathe" Emma's eyes showed she was not bluffing, she was serious. "So Dove, how do you feel about what I've just said" Emma smirked. "Youve just become the XMen's newest secret assassin.".
She looked over to Storm in the corner of her eyes, who had no clue that any of this just happened. In her mind, she had just watched Dove accept to be a student at the School. Emma still smirking.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 1:47 pm
(Sorry I won't be on much, my computer crashed and I'm at the library right now!) Dove smiled sweetly, but with a sarcastic tone. "Persistent little b'itch, aren't you?" She laughed and flipped her braid off her shoulder- all in an attempt to keep her dignity. "I guess I don't have much of option to say 'no', not that was gonna.." The last part was mumbled incoherently, and said to the side. She grew somewhat stern. "Fine, but some ground rules; I don't wear pink, harm people that I owe favors to- at least until I don't owe them anymore- and you might wanna keep me away from people who have a problem with 'unusual tactics'. Just sayin' " She shrugged. The crossed her arms. "And just to warn you, I have a reputation of not always getting along with high powers of authority." She smirked. After that there was a touch of sadness in her eyes. "The only other thing is a favor, I'm trying to build a reputation for myself here.." Her voice grew soft, and for once she felt her age. "Please don't tell anyone what you found in my mind, I still haven't gotten over that yet.."
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 8:14 am
♔ Emma Frost ♔
"I just break minds."
Emma simply ignored the insult. She had been called much worse. She listened to Doves grounds rules, and they where acceptable. "Yes yes, fine. Your terms are acceptable. And I have a feeling you'll have no problem getting along with me, I have a way to bend disrespectful brats to my will," she laughed, and turned to the door. "Consider it our little secret, darling. Now if you will excuse me, I have some important issues to attend with" and she walked out, towards the elevator to meet with TJ upstairs. Dove was now free to settle into a dorm, with the guidance of Storm of course
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 9:14 am
 Theresa Maeve Rourke Cassidy
AKA
Siryn As she was left in a cell by someone she couldn't quite recognise, but realised that it wasn't Outlaw anyway, Siryn regained conciousness. She was in one of the detention cells in the X-mansion's basement - just great! "Hello, is anyone there!?! Ye had better tell me why I've been locked up in here or I'll have to batter all of ye!"Siryn was losing her temper now, the fire in her veins bubbling up... It wasn't going to be pretty for anyone if she couldn't be abated soon.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 1:38 pm
(OH MY FREAKING GOD I FOUND TIME TO GET TO THE LIBRARY!!!) For a long while Mourning Dove just kinda stood there. She crossed her arms and bended her spine so she could concentrate most of her weight on her left leg. "Great, now what do I do.." She muttered. She was rather lost in thought and relishing over the thoughts of which pranks she could pull on whom, excluding Frost of coarse. As mentioned before, she never really liked messing with telepaths... At this thought she mentally shivered.. Then a voice boomed from across the room. She thought she vaguely recognized it.. Like from a dream or something.. When she couldn't place it's owner, she looked in the direction of where it had come from. She instantly paled. The blood drained from her face- making her already pale completion even whiter, and almost the same shade as her half- mask. What blood remained ran cold, and she couldn't feel her fingers. She suddenly grew very lightheaded. Why might I ask? Well, what you do if you thought you saw a ghost? The voice belonged to Theresa Cassidy, otherwise known as Siryn. Now, what most people don't know about Deadpool is that he once had a love- affair with this strikingly beautiful Irish woman. It was a modern version of the Beauty and the Beast my friends! It really was! Love was in full bloom! The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and all the neighborhood kids ran for their lives! *romantic sigh* Until the day came when Terry disappeared, never to be seen or heard from again- or so we thought... Needless to say, little Charlie Wilson is Deadpool's biological daughter.. So who would her dear mother be? Now you know why Mourning Dove is so pale. And now you'll understand why this little girl had hoped her mother was dead- because that's the only excuse for abandoning her frail little infant body on Wade Wilson's doorstep on Christmas Eve.. Now Charlie just hoped that Siryn wouldn't recocgnize her.. She really didn't know what she would do if she did. But I, the narrator, should probably warn Storm that it might result in a cat-fight. Me-Ow!
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 4:53 pm
Theresa Maeve Rourke Cassidy
AKA
Siryn Siryn was sitting on the floor in her cell, a little dazed and confused still...When someone came into her sights. She didn't really recognise them, but she recognised the outfit they wore - that was deadpool's outfit! Well, it was blue; but still the same design. Siryn just sat staring for a minute, her eyes turning to glass as a film of liquid coated them, threatening to burst and cascade down her face at any moment, a lump of steel in her throat pushing up against her neck, willing her to let go... "What has he turned you into..." was all she could choke out before a waterfall ensued from her eyes. She didn't move, didn't sob - she just sat there and let her soul pour from her eyes, staring emptily at the girl standing before her. She felt hollow inside, stopped fighting against the constraints that held her in here - she was afraid of what might happen if she were to be let out into the hall... She just slumped to the floor then, red hair splayed like phoenix feathers across the floor, cloaking her head and hiding her shame from prying eyes. She could no longer see anything that was going on, nor did she care - she'd rather stay locked in her cell forever than face what was standing outside it...
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 1:37 pm
(Actually her out fit is blue where his is black, and white where his is red. So it's mostly white- but no big deal, I just wanted to point that out! I made a couple of drawings.. But I still have to get them digitized..) Charlie clenched her fists. Suddenly she had the undying urge to blow something up. She jerked her head to the ground and refused to look up. Her eyes were shut tight, but a fat tear welled down her right cheek anyway. She had every reason to hate this woman for what she'd done. After keeping her secret for so long- Charlie had even gone to the lengths of masking her appearance so people wouldn't recognize the similarities! The high cheek bones, the bright green eyes, the pale pinkish skin, the voluminous hair, the full lips- all perfectly hidden so people wouldn't know her relations to this woman! In fact, aside from the fact that her hair was black and she had her father's chin- Charlie looked exactly like Siryn! When she heard what was said, she considered not answering... But somehow she felt she had to say something.. This was the first time she'd met the woman since her birth.. But, still full of anger, all she could say was through a snarled hiss. And once hearing her voice, one could note the slight Canadian twinge in some of her words, a somewhat strong New Yorker dialect, and a well repressed Irish accent.. "..Since when have you cared what I am?.." The words were forced. It seemed like any moment they could grew blades and pierce all who heard them.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 3:44 pm
Theresa Maeve Rourke Cassidy
AKA
Siryn Those words cut through Siryn like a knife, filling her heart with rage and sorrow simultaneously; when has she not cared about her daughter is the better question. It wasn't her fault that she had to abandon her daughter and it also wasn't her fault that she couldn't get back in touch with her; Wade had an awful habit of disappearing when he wanted to... "What do you know about me, or my feelings...? If you really wanted to know about me you should've asked your dad - but I doubt he'd be forthcoming with information considering he forgets what he's doing half the bleedin' time!"She spat the words out as she was rising from the floor to stand facing out of the prison that she stood within; she could visibly see through the glass that her daughter whose name she didn't even know (it was left to Wade...oh god...) refused to even look at her. She couldn't help it, but as Siryn was speaking the words, her voice rose in temper, cracking the glass halfway up from the floor, almost shattering it. She was shaking with rage and adrenaline from the situation, beads of sweat trickling down the side of her face and dampening her hair 'til it was lank against her back (a full skin-tight leather jumpsuit never helped either). Her stare upon the girl was fierce, almost maniacal - she dared her to speak against her.
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