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 Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 1:52 am
╳ Codename: Aegis ╳ Team: Omega ╳ Location: Range ╳ Thinking: Well there goes the 50m target╳ "Well, so much for the 50 meter shot." Michael said as the target withered and burned. He thought about what she said, realizing that yes, she was right. His mindset, one typically taken by all soldiers once they transition out of a military environment, is a some sort of superiority, That wasn't right. Where was the humility? The Servitude, the humbleness? The respect, especially for a superior? It clearly left his mind, and whatever the hell he was thinking, was not right on his part, and he knew that.
"I'd like to formally apologize for my behavior." Michael began as he got down in the prone shooting position and began to fire away.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 3:04 am
  Name: Narcissa Grace Lucania-Stone [No relation, to Any Alpha's]
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Range
Temperament: Moderate
She let her hands slip behind her waist as she moved, fingers lacing together. The position, and the white gown suggested older a stance that belonged to older times—Or in Narcissa’s case, someone born into bureaucracy. Her posture was always perfect, head always held high. No matter the situation.
He seemed to think things over and subsequently apologized…To which she rolled her eyes. He promptly dropped down and began shooting again, to which she made a face as the gun went off. Considering the fragile, expensive material of her dress—She waited for him to pause, before she bent down and took a silent seat on his back.
Narcissa hated being ignored.
Once again she plucked away his Ear-Pro—Something by this point, he should have seen coming. “Apology not accepted.”
“I prefer my men to have a little fire…It makes things interesting.”, she spoke lightly, amicably, as if she wasn’t using him as a throne. He wouldn’t be the first or the last Omega to serve in that position. He may want to get used to it. “And I also wasn’t done…”
“Tell me about our lovely Elizabeth.”, Narcissa commanded, tone firm. Some might have thought she was joking…But she truly wished to know. She had files on them both…But as par usual, parts of them were redacted to protect the team members privacy. She needed all of the details to make an informed decision about his position on her squad….Was the child prone to illness? Would he be called from the field? From training? “Then—Tell me about you. I don’t like guessing.”
Funny, because she had a viable business in keeping people guessing… And business was good.
"Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire."
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 3:20 am
╳ Codename: Aegis ╳ Team: Omega ╳ Location: Range ╳ Thinking: Midget on my back╳ A slight smirk crept through his serious expression from his apology as Cissa challenged him to shoot further targets. Training wheels? "Yeah, training wheels were taken off about 3 years ago. 75 meters is a good distance for fast action combat, especially with simple iron sights. But hey, whatever."
"Well, fire on the field can burn team mates. Gotta earn a place on the team I guess, fit in, know where I'm needed, know where I'll succeed. It's gonna suck to be benched, but hell, I'm getting allowance to spend time with my daughter and s**t bag around." Michael responded to her fire statement.
"And what do you want to know about Beth? She's 4 years old, she takes after me when it comes to tigers, favorite animal. She likes climbing trees, dressing up barbie, having tea parties, playing baseball, shooting her .22 rifle, going on adventures. She isn't too fond of carrots, onions, mushrooms or potatoes. Or chicken. I mean, what specifics are you looking for, I'm no mind reader. And as for myself, raised by my mother with the help of my Grandfather, parents were divorced, no psychological issues, got a woman pregnant, had Beth. My mom took care of Beth while I went away with the military, and have a nice amount saved up right now in the bank. I mean, that's the basics. This isn't for like, a blind date or anything, is it?" He asked questionably.
She may have wanted to know specifics, but for Michael, learning about him would take time by simply being around him and getting to know him, not by asking for a simple run down, because when the conversation is done, Michael would remember one more thing that he forgot.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 4:04 am
Name: Narcissa Grace Lucania-Stone [No relation, to Any Alpha's]
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Range
Temperament: Moderate “Whatever, indeed.”, she commented back, her cold tone heavy with a natural British accent. Her eyelashes batted easily enough, the action a reflex, though he couldn’t see it. “Around here…Overkill is a requirement.”
“Think of your strengths. Visualize the best that you can do—Now take a moment of silence to feel annoyed...Because I’ll need you to be ten times better.”
No, she didn’t ask for much. Not at all. But Michael would soon learn that was all part of her charm…The demand that others stretch their limits until they broke the barrier. She reasoned that if her Omega’s could survive her, they could survive the world that sought to mind ******** them six ways from Sunday. “Fire on the field might cause a few measly burns… But they’re worth it if something invaluable comes from the ashes.”
“Being benched isn’t so awful…And odds are, you’ll have company.”
Narcissa didn’t play games when it came to filling positions on the Omega’s. The only solid position they were missing was a mutant medic…Many of them, including herself, knew basic field medicine. It was a required course at the Academy. But it would be beneficial to have a downgraded version of Elixir.
Unfortunately, healers were hard to come by.
“Spend…As much time with her as you can. While you can.”
While the sun goddess had every intention of keeping Michael on the bench as long as she could—For the sake of his little girl…Eventually, she would likely have to bend for some reason or another. There was a war coming… They would need every able bodied Junior X-Men member available just to hold back the tide.
“You’re doing fine. Just keep talking. It’s my job to know everything about you. And therefore—As much as I can learn about your daughter. On the subject of tea parties… I have afternoon tea everyday at 1PM. She’s welcome to join me.”, she spoke back teasingly, breaking down his verbal diarrhea into workable parts. Not to mention that the sunspot had a definitive weakness for small children… “The fact that you mentioned no psychological issues though…”
“It does leave a girl wondering.”
She chucked when he asked if the questioning was for a blind date, a silvery laugh leaving her. Despite her amusement, her response was deadpan. “Not at all, Mr. Brusch. If that were the case—I’m your companion for the evening…And since you’ve already met me, we certainly can’t call it blind.”
It was clear by her tone that she was teasing him—But he couldn’t say he didn’t have it coming.
"Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire."
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 9:43 pm
╳ Codename: Aegis ╳ Team: Omega ╳ Location: --- ╳ Thinking: ---╳ It didn't really bother him, or annoy him as Cissa may have expected... or hoped. Michael had a knack for exhausting himself til he couldn't give anymore. He once received the 'Puke and Run' award for pushing himself during one of his Physical Fitness tests in the military. Threw up and sprayed his commander a bit. But that may very well be a story for another time.
Michael shifted a little, propping himself enough to grab the EarPro and put it back in, there was something he clicked on either piece and shifted back to his normal position. "You know, contrary to popular belief, I can still hear you with these in. Fantastic American Ingenuity. Absorbs most of the sound given off by the rifle. Cover your ears." He gave her a second before taking aim and shooting his rifle. He then shifted, or attempted to, and missed his second target. She may be tiny and light, but none the less, the tiny wench that sat on his back was of every assistance to the miss that just occurred. Whether or not he'd missed the 250m target or not was unknown, but at least if he did miss it, he'd be able to accurately register his mistakes.
"Well, isn't that stereotypical, crumpets too? She enjoys having biscuits and Cadbury Eggs with her tea. Although, I can't promise you she particularly enjoys English tea, she's only had it once, and she often prefers Asian teas. And the company of Hobbes and her other dolls." Michael stated. When he mentioned biscuits, he meant how they mean biscuits in England, the lightly sugared soft fluffy cookie that somehow has a crunch to it. And, he wondered if the Americanized Brit, regardless of her accent, knew what Cadbury Eggs were. "And what do you mean by leaves a girl wondering?" Michael asked confused, wondering about what? And what was it that would even make them wonder to begin with?
"Whatever," Michael uttered again, this time not giving a warning before shooting. He shot his first target accurately, and shifted his body, practicing shooting with someone sitting on his back. His second target was the 25M target, which he manged to hit, barely, but still managed. "I like tapioca pudding, and Asian food. I love to cook. My best dishes are sauteed mushrooms, kabobs, bacon wrapped Mignon, a variety of breakfast dishes, spaghetti and meat sauce, burgers, and well, the list goes on, but I love to cook. My daughter is my pride and joy, I've been to two other continents outside of North America, and I have never once caught an STD. The one time I got a woman pregnant was one of the few times I used a condom, but I don't regret it. Only regret I have is that Beth's mom doesn't want anything to do with Beth. I have the most random assed vocabulary and an eloquent way of insulting people, and most vivid way of threatening people by means of non lethal matters. As for my daughter, if you want to know anything else about her, you'll have to take that matter up with her. To strangers, she's entitled to all the Privacy that I have." Michael stated, obviously indicating that when it came time to her being able to date or socialize with boys. He'd be very prying and protective of her.
"So what about you iddy biddy? Being the new guy and all, not knowing anyone, I've reported to my direct lead, only issue is, in a new environment you don't really trust anyone around you. Mainly because you don't know who they are or what they're like. Care to help?" He asked, turning the subject to her now.
"Cover your ears." He said, giving her the warning he was going to shoot. Which this time he only took one shot, at the 300m target. To Cissa, even with the lights on the range at that distance for a human without the ability to see in the dark, wouldn't even be able to fathom taking aim at a target that far as the darkness encroached over it and half the range for that matter.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 3:49 am
Name: Narcissa Grace Lucania-Stone [No relation, to Any Alpha's]
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Range
Temperament: Moderate Narcissa didn’t rightly care one way or the other what Michael thought about his new position on the team as a chair. Though a few wayward jokes that ran through her mind about being other house bound items, such as a bicycle or a door knob… But she couldn’t see such barbs going anywhere that could be remotely considered productive. He shifted, and she readjusted herself—draping her lace and silk gown carefully. Though she frowned when he snatched back the EarPro.
She didn’t like the feeling of being ignored….Even though he could still hear her with the gun-geek crap in his ears… It gave her the same impression of ear muffs, which could be summed up with ‘I’m not listening.’ She frowned as she stared at the back of his head, debating on snatching them away again. But before she finished the thought, he was already taking aim again.
At his notion, she did cover her ears…Though she couldn’t say that it did a whole load of good. Guns were loud…Especially when the rest of the world seemed asleep or dead.
For the sake of the Academy, she hoped sleeping off drunk prom night was the appropriate answer. “I don’t like them.”, she responded simply as he missed, a small smirk crossing her features.
Her fault or not, she’d take silent credit for the distraction.
The sun goddess missed his sarcasm at first, wrinkling her nose at the clearly stupid question. What else did one eat with tea? Crumpets, biscuits, preferably of the chocolate variety… “Of course I like crumpets…Did we forget which country I’m from?”
“You know, God Save the Queen and all that?”
“And just because Cadbury sounds like poetry doesn’t mean the Brit’s make it. You can thank Hershey for that in the states, love.”, Narcissa corrected absentmindedly…Unaware of her rather unhealthy love of all things chocolate. It was no small wonder that she wasn’t the size of a house, considering her diet consisted mostly of sunlight, and the previously mentioned sugary substance. “Besides…Everyone loves my tea. It’s not that cheap…English bloody breakfast piss-poison you people try to pass off as drinkable…”
“And if our princess doesn’t…Then rest assured, I’ve something she’ll adore.”
The sun goddess seemed very confident that she would find something the little girl enjoyed… And that at some point, the child would indeed have tea with her. It was her usual ego inserting itself…Despite her emotional hang-ups, she was very good at reading people. Usually, she knew exactly what to do and say to elicit the desired response… It was one thing, out of many, that made her efficient and calculated on the field.
Her enemies might as well be singing their life’s history to her in the first two seconds of their inevitable monologue.
“I mean… It leaves a girl wondering why you felt the need to point that out specifically… Are you sure there’s no psychosis I should know about?”
That was an unfair question, considering that at any given time the sun goddess had at least two other personalities in her head battling that didn’t much like sharing space with each other. But that was neither here nor there. Her sanity had always been questionable…
The Red Queen tensed when he shot the gun without warning, and in-between fires smacked him upside the head for the infraction. “Rude…Learn some manners.”
He then proceeded to spill guts without prejudice. There was one thing about her new Omega that amused her…He sure didn’t hold anything back. She detested most of the food he mentioned…Meats were offensive to her. The taste was too strong, texture too strange. Tapioca pudding made her think of maggots in vanilla pudding…Mushrooms were fungus, and she wasn’t entirely familiar with a ‘ka-boob’. Spaghetti looked like worms. “Why?”
She paused, and then thought to clarify—Only picking through the important pieces of his verbal diarrhea. It was like he hemorrhaged from the mouth…”Why does Elisabeth’s mother want nothing to do with her?”
Elizabeth’s name likely had a ‘z’ in it… But her accent butchered it just slightly and it came out with an ‘s’.
Her head tilted next…Confused. “And what makes you think you have any privacy?”
That was legit in her eyes. Did any of the Omega’s have that? Not a chance.
“Not to mention that –I- insult people eloquently… You’re a crass, dirty yank.”,
She didn’t understand the words ‘iddy biddy’. They simply didn’t compute, and she therefore ignored it. He turned the subject to her person and she fell silent…Unsure of what to say about herself. How to give him the bare minimum…Her life wasn’t so easily summed up with witty retorts. “My name is Narcissa Grace Stone-Lucania.”
And then she paused, covering her ears as he took another shot. Her ability granted her many things, but low light vision wasn’t included. She would never be able to tell whether he missed or hit in the darkness, at that distance.
After a moment she frowned, scrounging up another piece of information. Facts that were readily accessible from her file. “My code name is Solaris. I lead team Omega. I’m a five foot something, blonde, diamond heiress…My eyes are blue.”
“White, when I’m angry.”
Or having a happy…But that wasn’t something he needed to know.
“I retain dual citizenship between the United States and Great Britain.”, she trailed off lightly, resting her hand in the grass beside him as she leaned back, getting comfortable. "What you see, is what you get." "Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire."
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 7:49 pm
╳ Codename: Aegis ╳ Team: Omega ╳ Location: Firing Range ╳ Thinking: I feel like I'm back in Basic Training╳ "Well I'm glad you like crumpets." Michael said laughingly, she obviously hadn't gotten the joke. "And of course I know you're from England. There's no forgetting. I mean, after all, I do believe that the organization I belonged to prior to us, prevented your country from speaking German... twice." Michael said. He laid the rifle down, ejection port facing up and the bolt locked back. He laughed as she did her little 'God Save the Queen' bit and furthered on about American chocolates, to which he realized his mishap, he always had gotten Cadbury chocolates and Kinder Eggs confused. But he didn't feel that there was any point in trying to correct himself, she'd simply just point out that he was a nit wit that couldn't tell the difference between "proper" and "dirty yank" chocolates.
"I'm sure everyone loves your tea, expensive teas are always nice, Dragon Phoenix Pearl tea is quite delicious. Beth's favorite." He said, adding on to the short list of 'random facts' that Cissa requested him to spill. He tilted his head slightly to look her in the eyes, or at least let her know she was being stared at if she wasn't looking at him. "My princess." He stated, letting her know that he had full authority over her, and that he wouldn't, even if she didn't intend to, or may have intended to, undermine his parental control. He wasn't a strict father, but when time came, he would bring down the hammer of justice on her, theoretically speaking of course.
As she continued to spout on, responding to his questions, he had shrugged his shoulders asking further into his psychosis, "I don't know. From all my sessions and evaluations, I check out fine. And I didn't specifically point it out, I just picked something random to tell you." He said, and when she pointed out that he should 'learn some manners', he shrugged at her again, if she didn't like it, don't sit on him while he was handling a weapon, even though now it was put in the V-Notch stake.
As she prodded and poked more into his private life, she touched a very sensitive topic. Beth's mother. Without warning, or even giving her the slightest answer he started standing up, turning himself sideways, to where, if she was prepared enough, she could catch herself and land without ruining her dress, if she didn't, well, hopefully her cleaners could get the dirt out. He continued to rise and ignored her question. "Me not answering that question makes me know I have privacy. And if you try to pry anything out of Beth, I don't want you to even consider looking at her, or even returning Hobbes to her in case she lost him, you can give it to someone else to hand to her." He said in a tone that seemed as if the air itself began to chill.
He moved his way to his rifle bag and unzipped a side pouch on it, pulling out an HK .45 pistol and three magazines. He loaded the first one and cocked the slide back and released it. He took grip of the pistol aimed down site and fired three consecutive shots at the 25m target. The shot group wasn't as tight as the rifle groups, but that would be given for anyone using a pistol.
"Remember, England fabricated the Zimmerman telegraph in order to get America into the fight during World War One, because you needed us. Don't be a poppycock abou' it, I can be as Crass as I want." He said, the last line in the best English accent he could, which was fairly decent provided he had spent some time in England and Australia. He fired off the rest of the shots in the magazine, after the last shot, his hand was already reaching for another magazine, he released the magazine in the pistol, and caught it as he was bringing the other one down, and slid the loaded magazine into the grip and continued to fire. These rounds were easily much louder than the rifle a second ago.
"Too afraid to tell me more than what the Dosier provided?" Michael ask, his tone still somewhat cold from her last question. He saw through her guise of trying to remain top dog all knowing she devil of the team. Her name went perfectly well with her personality, and Michael felt that he could easily like her, and hate her at the same time. Easily a bipolar friendship could come of the two.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 12:49 am
Name: Narcissa Grace Lucania-Stone [No relation, to Any Alpha's]
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Range
Temperament: Moderate “You should like them too. They’re delicious.”, she deadpanned coldly, tossing lengths of glittering golden hair over her shoulder. He was laughing, and she didn’t quite understand why. Probably a nasty case of PTSD…Experienced military personnel or not, she was starting to wonder if he really did need a psych evaluation. She tilted her head as he took a shot at her home country, feeling annoyance bubble up from beneath her breast bone. Artfully she swallowed it. “Of course your organization would assist the greatest country in the world. It’s their duty, considering they sprung from her colonies. Children should take care of their elders.”
Of course, she referred to her country as female. Was there ever any doubt?
She watched with mild interest while he played with his gun. The sun goddess knew the basics from the weapons courses she’d stupidly taken the year prior. Small hand guns were easy enough to take apart and reassemble—To reload, take aim and fire. But she’d never graduated to rifles. If she were being honest, she’d nearly failed auto body out of sheer refusal to touch anything that remotely looked like it had grease or oil on it.
He had to have known that she would file away any information he leaked on himself or his daughter. It wasn’t out of any malicious intent…Simply that she took it all in like a sponge. It was one of her many positive qualities, depending on what side of the fence you were on. “Of course…”, she responded, tone patronizing as he reiterated exactly who’s child they were discussing.
The soldier really hadn’t been paying attention if he thought she would deliberately insert herself into a childs life in an effort to usurp him. Her sole purpose for benching him directly conflicted in that.
“Human psychologists often miss the obvious.”, she responded lightly when he mentioned that he’d checked out fine. That was an easy truth…She’d seen a dozen medical professionals as a girl that had proclaimed her well adjusted despite her illness. It had taken a few telepaths to realize that there were certain tendencies of a sociopath lingering in her subconscious. “Sometimes it takes a little cheating.”
Ah, the joys of telepathic counseling.
She hadn’t expected him to react to sensitively to the question about the mother of his child. He suddenly moved, and she just barely caught herself as he moved and stood—She scowled, annoyed. Not that he hadn’t answered her, but because he seemed to be incredibly bi-polar. What had she said?
“Privacy is a luxury Michael—Not a right.”, she responded immediately, eyeing him carefully, as if trying to figure out a particularly difficult jigsaw puzzle. The Red Queen was genuinely confused. “Why would I ask Elisabeth about that?”
It would hurt her, she assumed. Narcissa was violent with a touch of megalomania…But it was clear she had a soft spot for children. Small, fragile creatures that couldn’t defend themselves. The notion offended what few sensibilities she had.
He brought up the Zimmerman telegraph, and while she had no idea what that was, she rolled her eyes as her arms crossed. “I hardly think it’s my fault that your country is so gullible…”
His accent was awful. But she declined to comment, choosing to think that he thought himself humorous. He kept firing the damn pistol, and eventually her annoyance developed enough that she stepped directly into his line of fire. God, it was loud. Why did he do this to pass the time? Her ears rang enough that she touched her temple, warding off a headache. No doubt he could still shoot around her…But it was a little more difficult as she came closer, expression firm—Unchanging.
Her head tilted when he asked if she was frightened, and a slow smirk crawled across aristocratic features. “All that matters is what the dossier provided. What would you have me say?”
The smirk faded when she remembered why they’d stood in the first place, blue eyes flickering. There was something hidden within crystalline depths that would be hard to see…An honest question, brought on by confusion. Her arms wrapped around her stomach for a moment, seeming to remember something that drew a well of sadness through her. The minute emotion was wiped away just as quickly as it had come…'Why would a mother not want her child?'
Throughout everything she’d seen in her life…The woman was still emotionally stunted. Fighting for so long had hardened her in ways that were hard to explain. She didn’t believe in love, except that of family. And even that she found trite—Considering the state of her own. Or lack thereof. The sun goddess couldn’t accept the notion of a terrible parent. Good parenting was in direct correlation to the survival of the species. She would have made a terrible social services worker. Narcissa tried to think of reasons why she would abandon her offspring, and had a hard time coming up with them. She knew it happened...Knew the generic reasons the world gave for giving up on their responsibilities...She just couldn't personally fathom how. It made her re-evaluate the exact reasons for her new charge being there. Protection was all that filtered through her mind..Keeping the child safe. “Is Elisabeth's mother a danger to her?”
Michael would soon come to realize that there was more to know about Narcissa from what she didn't say--Than what words could ever hope to express. All he had to do was listen hard enough.
"Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire."
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 1:52 am
╳ Codename: Aegis ╳ Team: Omega ╳ Location: Shooting Range ╳ Thinking: No means no.╳ Michael smirked; his team leader was obviously one into chocolates, and by the coolness of her tone, very much so. She continued on and proclaimed England as the greatest country in the world. He scoffed at that claim. "England isn't the greatest country and you don't have the statistics to prove it. And no, I'm not like most soldiers, America isn't the greatest country either. There is no 'greatest' country, simply, great. Where others are great in some aspects, another country takes greatness over it in another."
As she advanced, it didn't phase him all that much, given the fact he's had to shoot past his own squad mates sometimes while he was moving, they were moving, and his target was moving all in a crossing overlap. As he spent the last round he ejected the magazine and moved over to his rifle bag and sat down cross legged, leaning forward so his butt wouldn't be on the dirt. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out a small cloth bag, about the size of one of those women's over-sized wallets. He opened it and pulled out a bottle of weapons CLP (Cleaner, Lubricant, Preservative), Cotten swabs, and pipe cleaners. He stripped down his hand gun and began cleaning the parts.
"I've had four, psych evaluations. I told them everything, minus the fact that I'm a mutant. All that came up is that apparently for some of my time in live combat is blacked out, apparently they were quite gruesome incidents. The squad I was assigned to told me the scenes were horrific, couldn't tell you what happened, but I was involved, and I guess barely came out alive. My brain's 'natural defense system' apparently." He said while wiping the CLP off his hands. Something that Cissa wouldn't go near, as it was much like grease from food, you could wipe and wipe, but you'll never truly get it all off until a thorough washing.
He ignored his Leader's statement about Privacy and luxury. Clearly the English in her got the best of her. Last he checked, privacy was a civil right that belonged to every American citizen. But as that thought crossed his mind, it irked him. Even as it should be a civil right, it wasn't practiced in order to 'defend' the country against mutants. Which lead to his only statement on the subject, "So, my privacy isn't important to someone I'm to be trusting just like privacy should be entitled to us even though we're U.S. citizens, but because we're branded 'mutants' we lose that? Didn't think you'd stoop that low Princess Comrade." He said, adding in the communist pun and poke at her arrogance.
He finished cleaning his pistol, black carbon residue from the powder was all over the cotton swabs and pipe cleaners and his fingers. He reassembled it and placed the firearm back where it belonged. She may have wondered how he could find peace in this. It was something that was in his mind fun, entertaining (with proper ear protection) and a way to maintain his abilities; after all his mutant ability wasn't offensive or defensive.
As he started stripping his rifle down, she asked again about Beth's mom. He slid the bolt carrier case into the receiver and put the pin back in and stood up grabbing several more magazines. Sure, she may have been curious, but, "Clearly you're dumb to the subject or hint, you may not care for my privacy, but I'd like to kindly ask you to f*ck off on that subject," the photokinetic's voice rising, the anger clear and the scowl growing on his face, "but we don't ever talk about that subject, period." It hurt him inside. It wasn't only that she tried aborting Beth or preventing the godsend that he called his daughter, but on top of that, she was the only woman that Michael could say he's truly ever loved, and it was sensitive to both heart and mind for him. Sure it was 4 years ago, but it ultimately destroyed him inside having to pick between the two things he loved most, but his flesh and blood was more important than someone so self centered.
He walked past Cissa and past the firing line and switched the rifle to burst and fired away, aiming center mass and gripping tight, he didn't care if the spread on the targets were close, just as long as they hit the target.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 8:01 am
Name: Narcissa Grace Lucania-Stone [No relation, to Any Alpha's]
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Range
Temperament: Moderate If only Michael knew how addicted to chocolate she was. If she deigned to eat, seven eights of her diet consisted of the sugary substance. He scoffed at her claim on England, and she merely grinned in response. She knew, of course, that her home had it’s faults and failures in history…But every country did. In her eyes, it was still the greatest. There was very little he could say that would alter that perception. “That’s the same idea that children’s sports teams have these days… No matter who wins—All participants receive a trophy. It teaches them to be complacent with losing.”
She didn’t figure that he would pause when she came closer. An excellent enough marksmen wouldn’t be terribly phased, nor would someone that spent an exceedingly large amount of time in live combat….Though someone with any form of moral compass might have paused, or removed the gun from a supposed civilians form. It was simply one more thing to make mental note of…Keeping in mind, that he’d witnessed something so traumatic he’d blacked most of it out.
She knew what that felt like.
Narcissa stayed back when he brought out what looked like cleaning solution, hands locking behind her hips as a light breeze tousled her golden tresses. Patience was not her virtue, and he was stretching what little she had quite thin. He heard only what he wanted to hear.
“Telling versus seeing is still a different process. You should still likely meet with Rachel Summers… Repressed memories can be…Troublesome.”
“She’s the least…”, Narcissa trailed off, biting her tongue on the word psychotic as she tried to think of a proper substitute. “Invasive.”
Not to say that she liked the red head… But the younger woman was far more tolerable than Jean and Emma any day. At least she had a sense of humor.
“Stop looking for a fight Michael…I’m the wrong person to have one with. I don’t want to completely clip your wings—So I’d rather you not force my hand.”, the sun goddess spoke quietly, coldly at the tail end of his communist joke. “I never said that your privacy wasn’t important. Merely the simple fact that regardless our entitlements… Privacy is luxury.”
Cute, that he still believed human law applied. Xavier liked to pretend that it did… But she knew the truth. How many times had they taken lives inadvertently? How many times had they broken an entering? Occasionally hacked into military databases? It was only important that the public see them as god fearing pacifistic angels.
“Trust is not yet on the table. You don’t know me from Paris Hilton…That will come with time.”, Narcissa continued on, tone strangely confident. Strangely enough…This was not the first recruit she’d had similar conversation with. They all burned red hot…Her Omega’s all carried a similar fire. Some managed to hide it better than others, shielding it was a lackadaisical attitude witty jokes…But they tended to be obstinate and strong willed. At times, stubborn as all hell.
“I understand the sentiment, Mr. Brusch. It is only a matter of whether I choose to accept it or not. Clearly…you didn’t hear my question. I’m not fishing for your heartache—I asked if the woman could be a danger to someone currently living under this roof.”, Narcissa reiterated a second time, voice calm, despite the rising anger she heard from him. She remembered the words…’Nothing to do with her’…Did that really mean nothing? Or was it something, and she couldn’t read the lines because she didn’t know Michael well enough to judge.
She thought she’d done…Fairly well at keeping her abhorrence for child abandonment to herself. Absentmindedly, she wondered what exactly gave her away. It was one of the most…Touchy subjects one could broach with her. She would have liked to understand for her own sake...Though it wasn’t necessary. For someone that couldn’t reproduce… It disgusted her to see people throwing away something she wanted most—Simply because it didn’t suit their fancy.
Every time he walked past her, she grew closer and closer to taking a shot at his firearm. All results would be unpleasant for the new Omega— and that stilled her hand. Instead she sighed, agitation causing her to twirl a long golden tendril of hair around her pointer finger.
“You never answered my question about the dossier. What would you have me say?”
If he asked the right question…She’d give an answer.
"Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire."
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 11:51 pm
╳ Codename: Aegis ╳ Team: Omega ╳ Location: Firing Range ╳ Thinking: Nicotine.╳ "And that's the problem with the little sh*ts these days, it makes them think they're entitled to stuff when they grow up." Michael commented about the children being passed trophies. His goal was to have Beth understand, that in life, she's going to have to earn the things she wants past a certain age, so he wasn't going to let her fall into the trap of the feeling of entitlement.
"Well, if they're repressed, they're repressed, sh*t happens. If my body blacked me out for that situation, then so be it. It just means instinctively I survive by reflex and second nature, so I don't want try to jeopardize that with an active conscience about it." Michael stated, just a guess, he wasn't for certain if being aware of the things he does when he blacks out would cause him to ever second guess in the event he did black out. But who knows.
Michael finished firing at the target and ejected the magazine. Most of his annoyance left with the rounds that bore through the target. He quickly disassembled the rifle and slipped it into the bag. As the photokinetic pulled his hand out of the bag, a small green was in his grasp. He sat back down, not really caring this time if he got dirt on his backside or not, and opened the box. He flicked the box upward knelt his head down and pulled a cigarette out with his lips, and gracefully in a fluid motion, his other hand reached into the box lit the little menthol cancer stick and took a deep breath.
"No, she isn't a danger to Beth. She willfully handed over full custody. She would have aborted Beth if we hadn't contracted her out of paying child support. She want's nothing to do with ou-." He caught himself from finishing 'our,' he hated referring to the fact that she could even consider Beth's mother actually that, a mother. "My daughter." The annoyance was clearly there, radiating from Michael as he talked about the subject, and by the way he'd take in a deep drag of the cigarette and slowly let the smoke out as he spoke.
"Well, what have you done? X-men wise, with missions and stuff, how do I know I can trust you, that kidna stuff." Michael asked, his voice seemingly cool, with a harsh tone to it, coming from the effects of speaking with smoke in his lungs. "Not that I don't, I entitle everyone to a particular amount of trust when I first meet them, clearly you can be trusted to an extent that you're given the right to lead. For example, when we would get a new First Sergeant, or Captain, they weren't forced to tell us about themselves, but they did anyway, their history in the field of work we did, what they did before, that kind of stuff, so they could gain the trust of completely new faces, even though now it's different, I'm the newbie. So maybe, would it be easier if I gave more than my dossier? And yes, I've read my reports on me that you guys have. Some of it's doctored up, for obvious reasons." He said, he left it to her whether to think it was in relation to only a couple of people in the military knowing he was actually a mutant, or the things he knew from being in the military. Or maybe just a combination of both. But on that note, he wouldn't tell.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2012 12:40 am
Name: Narcissa Grace Lucania-Stone [No relation, to Any Alpha's]
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Range
Temperament: Moderate She didn’t respond when he referred to children as little shits, her expression blank. The lack of a retort made it clear that her point had been made, despite any initial misconception. The sun goddess could be terribly analytical from time to time, despite the fact that she was rather passionate about most things. “If those repressed memories come out in a fight and jeopardize my team…I’ll kill you.”
There was no humor in her tone…No sign that she was exaggerating. It was for the simple fact that she’d warned him to get help—And he’d blatantly refused. Were she more considerate of the feelings and perceptive of emotions…She might have said ‘take it from someone who knows’.
“Memories like that happen for a reason. It denotes that something is wrong. Ignoring the signs won’t do you, or your daughter any favors.”
She seemed patient as he shot off his latest round, arms raising over her head for a moment as she stretched, soaking up the light from the moon. It wasn’t long before her index finger found its way to her hair again, returning to the absent-minded twirl.
It wasn’t until he lit a cigarette that she wrinkled her nose. She didn’t really care that cigarettes were supposedly bad…She just didn’t like the smell. There were other things she didn’t like about them, but it was usually from tasting them second hand… And that wasn’t a conversation she was having. “Smoking is prohibited on school grounds.”
Of course it was. But every day, anyone could see Logan talking around a cigar. Students snuck them here or there. As if they really thought they were getting away with something. It wasn’t hard for her to snatch the cigarette away from him as she walked by, short enough that he was easily level with her hand. “And I hate the smell.”
Menthol especially, reminded her of an ex she couldn’t seem to get rid of.
The cigarette lit up in her hand, burning from filter to cherry in a second. She released it and it fell away in ash. Hearing that Beth’s mother wasn’t actually a danger she nodded her head. That was comforting at least. Especially since the girl seemed to have a Father that cared so deeply.
His question caught her a little off guard. Her accomplishments were no secret in mutant circles. She’d pissed off more than a few villains, Nathaniel Essex among them. “I’m not sure how to explain my time with the X-Men to you. I’ve attacked this facility and destroyed it… I’ve defended it and restored it.”
“I’ve gone against genetically enhanced mutants, government jockeys, flesh eating demons, and just about anything you can think of…When I attack…I aim to win.”
“On the off chance that I lose…I always finish the job. My team works as a unit…I’ve taken every class possible in tactics…But I still prefer my own battle plans because everything is subject to change.” Her head tilted curiously, unsure if that was entirely the answer the was looking for.
"Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire."
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