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Not knowing what to else to say or to do for that matter, Victoria simply stood there, face set like concrete. More then anything she just wanting to reach out and strangle the girl with her bare hands and it took every fiber of her being to refrain from doing so. Just let me at her, just let me at the freakin' b***h so I can be sure she stays dead this time!! Any second she was about to burst and then no one in this kitchen would be safe. Playing that some one or something would happen she settled for biting her lip.

After a few moments of unerving silence, her lips close to the bleeding point, a soft knock came floated from the front door. Now was her chance to get out of her before a murder rap was hanging over her. Thinking that it might be John, she carefully sidestepping across the kitchen, leaving the two cousin to gawk at each other, and made her way into the living room. She took a deep breath, as annoying as the silence was eased her nerves a bit...a very small bit. Remembering why she was out here in the first place she stepped briskly across the living and stopped in front of the rotted front door. She opened it quickly, expecting to see the familer phychotic grin of John, but instead she saw....

"You!" she scowled, raising her eyebrows at the X-boy known as Raze standing on the porch. She truely couldn't believe it her luck. First Sonya comes back from the dead and now, another one of the X-loser shows up on her door step. What, was today, National Piss Victoria off day or what? She took another deep breath before responding, after all, he was doing anything wrong...yet.

"So," she said, her voice came in a very mocking tone, "what do want?"

((( ........ twisted .........)))

"Some greeting you've got there," Raze said, cokcing an eyebrow. "I'm here because anyplace is more interesting than hanging out with the X-Geeks. They really don't know how to chill, do they?" Raze said, smirking. He pushed his shades a bit higher up his nose. "Nice pad you got here. A bit of a fixer-upper, though," he said, never once forgetting his "I'm not arrogant, I'm just better than you" attitude. Fixer-upper was an understatement. And from the faint smells that were wafting out of the front door, he could tell that their fridge had long since given up the ghost.

Of course, it wasn't enough to drown out the smell of the chinese takeout that was also wafting out of the front door.

"Uh, hey. It's Kris, the guy you met at the mall under...difficult cirmustances." The almost undetectable sound of him slapping his own forehead can by vaugely heard. "...Anyway, I'm just calling to see how you are doing now." He pauses for a moment, his mind racing to think of something else to say. "This isn't a bad time, is it?" He really didn't feel like being a pain, so he might as well know, so he can appologize.
As he waits for a reply, his focus shifts back to what he's working on, cutting up a bamboo root. It has taken some time to find one, and he wanted to prepare it correctly. Forming a gel knife, that he runs under hot water to kill any germs, he begins to cut it up carefully, the sound barely audible over the phone.

"...Hmm....well, it would ruin my image as an evil teacher, but it would give me a wonderful excuse to give a really hard mid-term and something easy fro the final, you make a wonderfuly compelling case, I'll do it." It would be really easy, his class was around then, and he didn't feel like teaching, and they probably wouldn't want to be learning. Best of all, he had a bus driver who owed him.
"Though I have to ask, why the generosity? I know one isn't supposed to look a gift horse in the mouth but I have to wonder." He was talking too much, he needed to cut up the green onions. "My first guess woulld have to be my wonderful personality." His jaw drops and the sound of another forehead smack can be heard as he prays she didn't hear that.

Ali chuckles as the man seems to be alost of words. SHe knew he wanted to, and she also was able to tell he didnt even know who she was. She wonders if he will really show up. "Well dont forget. You may need to call me, becasue my gaurds may not let you in, but I will try to tell them to... but they are very stubborn like al men..." She realized she had managed to babble a samll bit.

To her men were stubborn people you couldnt live with or without. Her father had forbidden music for the most of her child hood. It took many years for her grandmother to convience him, although they both knew she was still listening away at school.

"Well see you their tomorro then."
She closes teh cellphone in a hurry.


The dark figure, fleeing police who had caught a glimpse of her, has died her hair black, added a blonde streak and adapted a pair of glass lensed glasses. She goes to the only place she wil be protected form the police. She flies over a large mansion. She descends, un reconizable. She has also adapted the name Haily, a new identy to use till the trouble starts. She knows once her powers are seen some will know who she is.

She lands on the front stoop of the mansion. Immediatly, her vibratic powers, sheild her mind with an invisable sheild made of sound. Keeping t his up will limit her speaking, here she would try her hand at being autistic.

She pulls up tears of pain and sorrow, somthing that wasnt hard, all she thought about was her mother. SHe bangs on the door, loudly, hoping someone will come to her "rescue."

{Copy and paste, dude. Copy and paste.

And by that I mean that every few seconds as you're writing your post, select it all, and copy it. If Gaia eats your post, you can paste it into another reply form.}

((eh, it's not a big deal, i posted again with what I was going to say. THe only real problem is it just puts me in a petulant mood, which tends to lead to violence through shovels. >>))

Leaning on his sword, sweat falling from his face, breathing heavily, he pushes himself to stand, deforming the sword. He'd trained for a long time, without, with the exception of the sword, powers, and he was tierd. He'd pushed his limits a bit farther, so he has a tierd smile as he showers and dragons himself to bed, falling on the matress, sleep beconing. As he begins to doze off, he wonders what tomorrow will bring, but he checks himself. Tomorrow will bring whatever, he just needs to be ready for what he must face.
Perhaps he can make one of his students do it instead....