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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOmega - A night with Raine

The native shrugged in agreement with Raine's statement that it wouldn't take a great deal of effort to cause the girls to faint. Simply put, some of them were faint of heart. Crimson painted itself in her cheeks when he spoke of her being naked, obviously the statement was enough to form a few images in her head. Most men were easy; that was a fundamental rule that she needed to learn. Most didn't care what the girl wore, so long as she was good company. And as he took another gander at his dark haired date, he decided once again that she'd be just that.

“Yep, you're always good for that.” He said, grinning when she said she was happy to oblige him in his goal to make her blush. She was far easier in that aspect than some women, which made her double the amount of fun. “Actually, you were the first girl who popped in my head when I remembered that prom season was upon us.” And he'd let her make of that what she would.

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Her laughter was an easy form of music; it matched his personality perfectly. As he stepped into her room, he smiled – obviously approving her choices for the evening. “I'm pretty simple, makes me easy to please.” He remarked, taking another look with his chocolate eyes. Idly, he wondered if Cissa would make a comment about how Raine chose the wrong color, because she owned anything from candy apple red to crimson. Though, it looked good on her, and for this one night, the sun goddess would have to lend the hue to an Alpha.

Aren entered the room, restating the little nickname she had given him. His repeating it made her laugh slightly, taking a step forward in a rustle of red fabric. He complimented her on the color choice, the brunette laughing slightly when he mentioned that she normally stuck to shades of blue. Giving a small shrug as she moved over to the mirror to put one finishing coat of lip gloss on, noting his glance never leaving her as if he were trying to figure out whether he approved or not. Thankfully, he did, causing her to smile once more before grabbing the boutonniere to see that it was quite close to the red rose corsage her had for her as well. 

“Don't worry about it.” He said as she struggled to get the boutonniere pinned to his jacket. “We've got all night, so take your time.” She was nervous, that much was apparent by the gentle shake of her hand; rushing her along would likely get him pricked with the needle.

She asked if she had something in her teeth, and the size shifter only chuckled softly, shaking his head in the negative. Tilting his head as though he were contemplating something deep, he scrutinized her one last time. “Spinach, a few bugs... and what looks to be a strand of hair.” He finally said, silently comparing his prom to the one he was at now.

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The study room he'd reserved permeated with the smell of the dinner he'd prepared for their evening. While it smelled delicious to him, a part of him was regretful that he'd not been able to take her out to an actual dinner. But his family had needed the money far more than he needed to indulge on one night. “I hope it tastes as good as you think it smells then.” He commented, finding a pocket of relief when she said she didn't mind not going somewhere fancy.

The little spark plug blurted out that she loved meat – an opportunity to make an innuendo that he couldn't really pass up, and the color in her cheeks deepened again. “Maybe I should have... My studies could use a break in order to hang out with a meat lover.”

She tasted the fry bread first, and pride swelled within him as an expression of delight crossed her face. It was then that she opened up a can of worms that she might later regret – she asked about what his life was like at home. “Things are a lot less...” He tried to find a word that would finish the sentence. But really, the less summed it up. Money was always scarce, it was less hectic... “Complicated.” He decided.

“The fry bread is a tribe favorite – we all eat it with a hearty stew.” His eyes lit up when she asked if she could learn the recipe, his love for his tribe so obvious then that it was almost palpable. “We could spend a few afternoons to let you get the hang of it.” Considering it was made from scratch, it might take a while. And that was just as well for him. Talking about home made his heart sore, but he felt like everyone who didn't grow up in his sort of situation was missing a key part of life. Because there was more out there. He'd seen New York, and the hustle and bustle of a big city. He'd experienced a large school, being a part of extra curricular activities...

But they didn't understand what it meant to have pride about their history, how to live off of the land past Logan's survival classes. What it meant to go without. Or the sense of community he got from his brothers. He was a well rounded person for the struggles he'd endured as a child. A lot of the members of the teams were, but they'd not likely understand what it means to be a part of a family... Not just mother, brothers, sisters and grandparents. But a family as long standing as the Siksika people.

“When I teach you, I'll tell you stories that have been passed down from generation to generation in my tribe. But if you get me going tonight, we'll never make it to prom.”

Raphael stood, staring at his reflection in the mirror. A frown adorned his face due to the fact that he was feeling uncomfortable. That particular night had one of the biggest, life-altering events going on; prom. He'd heard stories about what went down at these gatherings of mass hormones and frankly, this made him nervous. There were so many varying factors that weren't in his favor, it wasn't even funny. Raph didn't have anyone to go with, his bike was totaled from an incident that happened earlier during the week, he felt goofy in his tuxedo and his dancing.... Heaven forbid if a girl actually wanted to dance with him. "Ay mi! This is going to be a massacre," the technopath murmured in despair. How could so much stress be caused by an event that only lasted for a few hours? It didn't matter, he couldn't back out after being so close to going. After all, prom only happens twice if you went through school normally. That was his story, but he didn't get a chance to go to his Junior Prom. Something came up, but it was no big deal. The real fun would be at this dance, wouldn't it?

It eventually became too much for the manipulator of technology to look at his reflection any longer. Turning away from the mirror, Raphael walked over to his bed and allowed himself to fall on top of it. The squeaking noise of the springs were mildly soothing, partially distracting him from his worrisome thoughts. His arms hung loosely over the sides of the bed as he gazed at the lights on the ceiling. They reminded him of what took place during the day. Around noon, Raph had been called to Scott's office. A visit to the headmaster's office was usually never a good thing, but this time, that wasn't the case. For some reason, he'd gotten assigned to the Alpha squad. That meant that he'd probably be going on more dangerous missions and actually be surrounded by the same group of faces even more so. Contact like that wasn't really the technopath's idea of fun, but who knows, face-to-face communication might actually do him some good. Though a single buzzing thought came to the forefront of his mind. Would his mom be proud of him? "I guess we'll see once I start going on mission."

Sitting up, Raphael ran his fingers through his hair before sighing and forcing himself off of the mattress. Time waited for no man and he was no exception. He walked over to his dresser, scanning the surface for anything he might need for the night. Various objects littered the smooth wooden surface as he studying each item with curious eyes. One of the first things to catch his attention were gauntlets. The energy-blasting gloves were his pride and joy, as well as his primary tool in combat. To leave it at the Academy could be a disaster, but what if he needed them? "I wouldn't want to chance it and leave it here. So that's one thing, now what else?" Reaching out, he grabbed the gauntlets, stuffed them in a duffle bag, then continued with his search for any other necessities for the night before leaving his room. Raph picked up a intricately folded piece of paper and a tin filled with mints. The paper was a note for Isabella, his new squad leader, explaining who he was and his induction to the team. Taking another shaky breath, he slung the bag over his shoulder and left his quarters.

The halls of the Academy were virtually empty, with the exception of himself and a few of the students who decided not to leave. Maybe they have the right idea? I mean it's just a glorified dance where teens lose their minds over who's screwing who behind the bleachers or who rigged the nomination for prom king and queen. But if I don't, it'll be another thing that I miss. As he marched tensely through the corridor, he could hear a series of muffled voices coming from behind the door of the music room. One said with a French accent, “Yes. I am planning on going just to see what it is all about.” A crazy thought popped into his head. What if I went with whoever's going? As much as it didn't bother him, going alone might be unnecessary if there was someone to go with. He debated on what he should do for a good five minutes, then decided he should go in. Knocking lightly, Raphael slipped into the room quietly. When he looked at the surrounding faces, he saw that there were three people present. Two of which were girls; Alex and Vee, while one was a guy; Anthony. Chuckling sheepishly, the technopath introduced himself, "Uh hi... I'm Raph. I'm sort of new to the Alphas, but that's not important. I couldn't help overhearing someone say that they were going to prom. Although this is weird, I was wondering if I could tag along or something." A number of thoughts flashed through his mind as he spoke, but one stuck out sorely: You, sir, are an idiot.




Originally Ordered Carmex: Well I hope this works.

"The term human's for me includes mutants." He said flatly. Because he didn't see mutant's as really a different species. They were just the ones who happened to get something extra. Sometimes that extra was benificial and allowed them to do amazing things and sometimes not so amazing things. To Gideon the mutant gene was the same as those with out powers who are naturally gifted in one area or another. Sure those gifts aren't generally blow up a city block or juggle tanks special. As generalized as the view may be it was still his, it wasn't one that would change they way others thought about the issue.

"I came up here because it's one place she would look if she finally wanted to talk. Your opinion on things is still clouded by what the Contessa had beaten into you." Gideon said not showing any malace in his voice when he said the womans name. Kat still wanted the X-20 from the files, but that just isn't who Gideon is anymore. It's not who he wanted to be anymore. If that was all there was for him was to be. Then the world was better off with him living out his days in some isolated part of the wilderness as far from signs of civilization as possible.

Gideon shook his head as Kat responded that what he said was cryptic. To him it was pretty straight forward. "I guess they didn't teach you as well as I had thought if that last comment was cryptic to you." The poor girl would probably never be able to have a full conversation with Beast then. He was pretty sure that's where he himself got that line. Beast loved to spout lines like that from time to time.

"I never said all of what they taught was useless. I just don't go for the kill anymore if I can help it. Other then that I still use the skills I was taught there as well as some I have picked up in my time here." Gideon wouldn't lie her being agitated was amusing since normally she spends so much time trying to get under his skin.

He remaned quiet waiting for her to say something. She compared his current life to that of playing house on television. That he only said the right things acted the right way. Kat could simply not see past that damned ideolized version of himself she built up from the files. It could even come from the fact that she had been with the Contessa herself. That was one of the few things about her time besides the pack thing that he had gotten Kat to actually share. Gideon knew that if he wasn't here at the mansion and had actually been taken back to HYDRA the Contessa would be do all she could to get the beast from the files back. Of course her methods would involve tortoure along with some other creative things she could come up with.

"Yeah but Kat here you are saying that the people here forced me to change. That isn't the case. I came here wanting to change to be more then the weapon created by HYDRA. If I hadn't wanted to I wouldn't of changed. And here you are condeming them for forceing me to when that in and of itself is what you are doing. You refuse to accept my words that I don't want to go back to what I was at HYDRA that I don't want to be that monster. But here you are everytime trying to force it on me to change me to fit this ******** ideolized vision you have in your head for how I should be and live my life. I don't get how you don't get that simple concept."

It wasn't a surprise that she eventually got the other side that he locks away out. She did know his past and could hit enough buttons to open the metaphorical cage for the beast.

After the comments about messing with him killing an afternoon and then saying he liked her presence. "You mean tolerate. That's the term you were looking for. I tolerate your presence. If I liked it our encountered wouldn't be just you coming to find me." He said honestly. Those he liked to be around he actually would go find them. Sure the HYDRA conditioning he was certain would imbue her with a natural confidence on such matters.

"There are plenty I can't kill and could very well kill me. I mean if Magneto had a mind to he could probably pull every bone from my body from a distance, leaving me a discusting pile of torn up un recognizable flesh on the ground. And that's just to name one." He just went on the idea that people just hadn't cared to really try to take him out. Well besides the demon things a few years back those just weren't smart enough to.

"Yeah but you are the one that wants that beast out when I very much don't. Which in and of itself stupid. And just like packs of wolves the Alpha only protects those it sees fit to. Not any wolf that comes along and decides they are in the pack." His comment there was clearly to her. Since it was true he hadn't decided it she was the one coming along saying they were some pack. And he knew it was only because that's what she was used to having all the other shifters around.

It seemed Kat finally got what he was saying. Granted he hadn't expected that sort of reaction from her. Any one could tell his words had actually hurt. Which he hadn't ment to but she just woudln't listen to what he was saying. She was trying to force some bond on him in all the wrong ways.

"Yeah I get your training makes you stubborn. But if you actually want my help you are going about it in all the wrong ways. And I do get that they made you a killer a 'monster' and if given they chance they would force it back on you as they would me too. All you have done really in the time you have been here is condem this place for changing me or as you see it ruining me, and then trying to get me to be the thing the files says I am." Granted Kat didn't get that Bella did accept Gideon for who he was. The songstress had seen him kill in cold blood with out so much as blinking. She never forced change on him only helped it along because she understood it was what he wanted. Kat was just to stubborn and blinded by HYDRA still to understand that fact.

Gideon said what he needed to so he didn't feel the need to go after her. If she turned back and came out on the roof again that was her choice. He would not be chasing after her.

Alpha: Playing doll for Rogue.... Then dealing with a certain blonde tk user.

Lillian smiled at Alex when she said she wasn't interrupting her chat with Aurelie. Aurelie's answer to the question wasn't lost to her it just wasn't the right one. Or well I guess one could say it wasn't a good enough one for Lillian to decide not to drag the girl along. Besides she did have a good reason to even if others would call it silly. Really it was just an excuse for more time with one of her team mates and Rogue would kill her if she didn't go to the prom, the older power mimic did go through the trouble of getting her a dress. So that left the prom as the only option.

With a finger looped firmly through a belt and beginning to tug Aurelie off the piano bench her roommate tried to interject. "No no resistance is futile. Besides she will thank me later when she ends up having a good time." Lillian said to her room mate.

"Don't worry I am sure we will find something fantastic for you to wear in your closet." She said in response to the doesn't have anything to wear comment. To Lillian it was just a silly attempt to not have to go. She flashed a bright smile to her roommate who didn't object to her taking of Aurelie. Her roomie probably saw that it would of been hopeless to attempt to stop it. "Oh we will be there."

Poor Aurelie probably thought Lillian had some crazy plan for her or something given how insistant the power mimic was on her attendence at the prom. "Aurelie if you hear from them who ever your supposed to hear from can join us there." She said as if it was nothing for someone to show up to the prom. As they made there exit with blonde TK user being dragged behind by her belt loop they passed two people in the hall to whom Lillian simply flashed a brilliant smile. There was no time for chit chat with others she still had to get Aurelie ready to go.

It was cute to Lillian how even as they neared the blonde's room that she still tried ever so heard to change her mind. Guess she didn't know just how stubborn Lillian could be. "And? I don't have to be there for the whole night." She said waving off her continued attempts to get out of it.

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Once they were in Aurelie's room Lillian went right to the closet the girl pointed out as hers. That left the TK user sitting on the bed as her clothes were rifled through to find an pleasing outfit. For now it seemed the attempts to talk her out of making her teammate go had finally ceased. She was right about the lack of the traditional formal attire in her wardrobe selection. That didn't mean she didn't have a decent selection of perfectly suitable dresses to choose from who cares if its not what others consider formal. Lillian was sure there was something in here that the girl on the bed would look stunning in.

"There are still some nice dresses in here." Lillian answered the blond in her continued attempts at getting out of it. Occationally she would pull out a dress and hold it up while picturing Aurelie in it. So far the ones she had pulled out just wouldn't do her justice. But there was bound to be one in here that would knock everyone's socks off. "Well we are going to make him realise the folly of his mistake in not taking you or at least not meeting up with you for your not prom time." She said as she pulled out another dress to hold up. Nope that wasn't it either.

Lillian laughed at the comment about not being able to get in jean shorts and a tank top. "Oh I could get them to let you in naked let alone in what you have on now sweetie." Lillian said with a wink. But given the blond's expression after the naked comment she quickly added. "Not that I am trying to make you go in your birthday suit just stating my point. Even if you would be the life of the party coming in in the Emperor's new clothes stylings."

"As I said before we don't need to be there from the beginning. The term fashionably late exists for a reason."

Lillian kept shuffling through the girls clothes when she came upon a dress. After holding up the dress and looking at Aurelie it was the perfect one. It was a short blue dress with gold embellshments on it. It was going to go fantastically with her blue eyes and blond hair.

"Oh this dress will be perfect. You are going to look amazing." She said handing it over to the TK user. "You put that on while I find you some shoes unless you know of a great pair to go with this?" Lillian was already looking around for the right accesories to go witht he outfit.

Then a comment from Aurelie that made Lillian stop and raise an eyebrow in question then she laughed. "Just because you don't dance and were raised Amish doesn't mean you can't dance." Lillian said simply and even so Lillian could probably teach her some moves out on the dance floor. Her skills may not be what they once were but Lillian had studied dance for a while once upon a time. And if that wasn't good enough she knew that a quick touch while someone was dancing would give her the skills if needed. Not that she planned on doing that in the first place. "Besides you can always follow my lead and you will do just fine." She said though Lillian got a feeling that the whole being Amish thing wasn't the full story for the don't dance comment. But given that she was forcing her to the prom thought better of trying to find out what it may of been. Besides she was doing this to become better friends with her teammate not to make her hate her.

Raine laughed when Aren assured her that he was easy to please. It was good to know that she didn't have to try so hard to impress him throughout the evening. He seemed to appreciate her color choice, despite the fact that it wasn't her normal hue, the pair exchanging flowers like proper prom dates. She fun bled a bit with his boutonniere, clearly nervous, though he was nothing but charming as he told her not to worry so much about it. As he said, they did have all night, so she took a deep breath toe ready her nerves. He seemed to keep looking at her, causing the brunette to shift nervously and ask if she had something in her teeth. Of course, he responded by listing several cliches that she shouldn't worry about, her features breaking into another smile as she rustled forwards and gave him a soft swat on the arm.

"Alright, smart aleck, point taken." Her arm linked gently through his as he let him lead her to the next stop on their Prom agenda.



Everything smelled delectable, the firefly sitting down to a nice dinner with her charming date. He asked if she was a vegetarian, which she was quick to dispel, to his apparent delight. He mentioned putting off his studies to spend time with a meat-lover, the brunette giving him a coy smirk.

"It doesn't take much to get you to slack of on schoolwork, does it?" Despite her numerous offers to tutor him, he always seemed to turn her down, though she was glad that meant the time they did get to hang with one another was spent in actual fun as opposed to sticking their noses in books and notecards. Tearing a piece of the fry bread off and popping it in her mouth she was instantly engulfed in a symphony of flavors, Raine having to ask if the recipe was something she could get from him. It was cute how proud he looked of it when she complimented him, the brunette asking about his life on the reservation.

His response seemed tentative, though he quickly launched into an explanation that the fry bread was just as popular on the reservation. He seemed glad when she asked if she could get there recipe, Raine smiling when he mentioned spending a few days together until she got the hang of the recipe.

"Sounds like heaven. Though, I am a pretty quick study. Might not take as long as you think," she responded with a soft grin, noting his slight change in demeanor. No doubt, he was going back to memories of home, which she was sure he missed dearly. She didn't get to go back and see her family as often as she liked, but truth be told, she didn't have the roots that he likely did. She was envious of his even having tales that spanned generations, smiling at the thought.

"I'd love to hear stories sometime. It has to be wonderful having such rich cultural heritage. The best I have are stories of my great great grandparents and their trips across the plains. But, as you say, different conversation for a different time - my God, this is delicious." It was strange for the firefly to interrupt herself, but upon taking a sip of the gumbo, she couldn't help herself. As if he wasn't perfect enough, let's just add amazing cook to the list. Wasn't she a lucky lady?

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Alpha: Prom
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Thomas "Transmigration" Morgan
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It had been a long while since Thomas had done anything he would consider fun. With the teachers restricting visits to the city and the recent mall disaster he had been busy doing what he could. The healing properties of his blood had been used to help heal up those wounded at the mall often enough he was too exhausted most of the time to even check to see how the wounded were. Even with one of them being a previous teammate of his. When he was requested to join the Alphas it was clear they might have need of his blood in the future so he accepted. Bella was an old acquaintance of his so Thomas was sure she wouldn't be displeased with his promotion. Though he wasn't sure if the songstress knew of his promotion yet. Either way it was time for prom and he was allowed to go alone or with someone.

Naturally he had opted to go the lone wolf route and go stag. It was the natural choice given that he had decided to fill a spot for a chaperon. His age making it far too difficult to even consider thinking the prom for him. Though now that he thought about it he had skipped out on prom before for some reason he couldn't quite remember. While he had debated not going at all it did sound like it could be at least mildly fun even if he didn't dance. Well didn't want to dance. Dancing could be too sensual for him. Though he did know how to dance oddly enough. Dancing gave him a feeling of deja vu that he once again attributed to his former life. That and the fact that when he started dancing the moves came natural as if he knew how to do it all along. Though it was a far cry from professional dancing.

Putting on the suit that had been provided for him for the event Thomas made his way to his choice of transportation which happened to be the motorcycle he owned. His helmet firmly under his arm he got on the motorcycle and placed the helmet on his head before starting it. Then seconds later he was racing towards the college which the event was being held at. His arrival some time later was a little delayed as he chose a longer route around to enjoy driving a little more. Getting off and removing the helmet he made his way inside silently slipping in and taking a seat to scan the room for anyone he might know passed a basic introduction. Bella was sure to be here somewhere. As was Narcissa though he shuddered at the thought of finding the blond.

While Thomas didn't fear her his past experiences with the woman had told him that she would be far from cordial with him and therefore he tended to avoid her. He could see a few of his old teammates from the Corsairs and Shadow walkers enjoying their night off though he didn't offer much more than a smile and a wave. Crossing his legs as he remained seated Thomas leaned back and enjoyed watching the younger people dance and have fun. To him it was almost as good as if he was out having fun as well. Especially with everything that had been going on recently. Fun was becoming an endangered species for mutants with everything that had happened. Sometimes he was amazed they could still have fun. Still he remembered how easy it was to forget everything else in the face of a big event like prom.

Letting out a slightly amused sigh as he observed Thomas stood up and slipped his hands in the pockets of his suit. With another glance around the room the healer began walking on the outskirts of the room slowly looking for any opportunity to do his thing as a chaperon. It was the least he could do really. And if he happened to run into any old friends then that was fine to.

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I will now rise from the ashes.
Don't call me pretentious.
I'm sitting here making my own rules.
And if I fall from the ceiling.
You'll be down their waiting.
And my only hope. Is falling down.
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Omega, Location: Prom
A Dance, a fight, hey it’s a show!

Kerrigan's explanation of growing up as an army brat brought a smirk to his face. The girl that he was with, had one hell of family history. He could only imagine what it would be like to have one siblings, let alone 3 older siblings. Roland grew up as an only child, as part of a criminal’s group of thugs. He was the youngest, and while they did things that could be considered family-like, he never really had anything resembling a sibling like relationship. It was a shame really, it would have been nice to have a brother or sister around. It might have made things different, perhaps better, perhaps he could have gotten out of the life earlier on.

Perhaps they could have helped protect Sonya.

The thought of siblings aside, her response to dancing the night away made him smile a bit. It was nice to know he wasn’t the only one that wanted to just cut loose and enjoy the evening without the pretense of preparing for a fight or something like that. The idea was that this night might finally be something worth enjoying. He had to laugh at her response to his statement about hand placement. He could tell that she was joking, but was under the impression that for all intents and purposes she could very much lay him out on the floor if she wanted to. Though, the fact that she was a fighter made the thought her even more intriguing to him.

“Perhaps at some point we should have a sparring session.” he said to her as they began to dance.

She slid closer to him, causing Roland’s eyes to glow even more. It frankly excited him that this beautiful, no he’d have to take that back, gorgeous woman was dancing with a beaten and scarred piece of meat that the world called Roland Chevalier. Part of him wanted to reach out, to touch her waist. But the reality is that it would very likely be like fire: beautiful but dangerous to the touch. So he relented for the moment, continuing to dance and simply enjoy the moment that was before them.

But then things just had to come from left field and screw it all up. As they continued to dance, something caught his eye on the corner of the dance floor. It seemed as if one particular couple was not feeling the magic of prom night. Apparently, it seemed that the man of the couple was trying to feel the goods, and his date was not interested in any sort. She continuously pushed his hands away. Finally he tried forcing a kiss, which was then resulted in her pushing him away and storming off. Roland continued to observe this situation, keeping decent eye contact with his beautiful date. The boy, a youth probably around Roland’s own age then proceeded to pursue her. Grabbing her by the wrist, he then proceeded to yell at her.

Looking to his date, with some regret in his eyes he said to her, “I’ll be right back.” he then walked across the dance floor and towards the squabble.

“Come on! You said you’d show me a good time!” the youth said, he was clearly a human date that the girl had brought along. Looking at the young woman, she appeared to have some signs of a physical mutation. Her eyes were a deep red, the color of blood, and she appeared to have pointed ears. Despite the appearance of this girl was quite pretty, a fair complexion accompanied her unique characteristics.

Roland’s eyes began to glow with a bit of a temper brewing, “We having a problem here?”

“Yeah, I get invited to this thing thinking I’m getting some by my boy. And then she turns out to be a total tease! What the hell is that about man?” the youth was about six foot thee, a big boy, probably a basketball player based on his height and build. His speech implied that he some kind of “street” credit to his name. The likelihood of the matter is that this guy got his “cred” from the music he listens to.

“Well from what I could tell, you tried to reach into the cookie jar thinking it was a good idea. But she wasn’t having any.” Roland stated, “Frankly, I’m shocked you didn’t get a quick hit to the family jewels there.”

The youth looked at him, “What, you think she’s in the right? I oughta kick the s**t out of you golden eyed freak. Yeah I know what you are, but I figured I might as well get some mutie strange up at the freakshow you call a school.”

Roland’s features turned from simple authority to out right fierce, “Now, I’m going to ask you very politely: leave this place, and don’t bother to come back. You don’t get to argue, you don’t get to put up a fight.”

“Who the hell are you to tell me what to do freak?” and that’s when he made his third mistake. The first was trying to take what he did not deserve from this young girl, the second was believing himself to be superior to those around him.

The third was throwing that punch.

He threw a wild haymaker, one that for someone that had no experience in dealing with fighters would only result in someone getting knocked out. But that was not going to happen right now. Roland’s instincts kicked in and the altercation was ended in about 15 seconds. The first four seconds were spent bringing his arm up to block the blow so his body stretched out. The next seven seconds were spent then proceeding to grab him by the bicep, applying bone-crushing force meant to do some serious damage. The last four seconds spent during this “altercation” were Roland’s fist smashing into his shoulder. He felt the bones crack and pop as he left a very obvious dislocation of his shoulder, and a possible minor fracture of at least his collarbone.

The pain made him let out a pain-filled groan as he got down on his knees, grasping at his shoulder with the arm that is capable of moving at the moment. He considered adding a right cross across the chin but decided against it. The guy had already been humiliated enough. He just looked over to the girl that he defended, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine.”

“You should probably go home, or at the very least try and enjoy the night with some friends. They’ll understand.” Roland said to her, waiting for one of the senior X-Men to approach. Luckily he was approached by Dr. McCoy, his face not exactly too enthused.

“Look, he can drive himself to the hospital. He’s got a dislocated shoulder, which I am responsible for.” Roland said to him, the bestial intellect looking to him with some anger in his eyes.

Emma Frost then saved the day, by coming over, discretely turning the youth catatonic, “I don’t approve of your actions, but I do appreciate the intent behind them. Now let me rewrite his memory. He had a good time, drank a little too much punch, and then fell down the stairs on his way out. It’s a simple fix really, just don’t do that again.” With that she motioned for Beast to moving the young man, who did so with some annoyance.

Frost then walked over to Roland, running a finger down his chest, “Do that again, and I’ll turn you into a three year old girl.” with that, she walked away to continue making sure the prom went off without a hitch.

Roland then made his way back to the dance floor to his waiting date, “Sorry about that. I just hate to see a woman get treated like that.”

Eli looked at Reggie with bewilderment, why would anyone want to change something that has reasonable and steady functionality? His science based mindset clicking away. It made no sense to him.

'What's with people and biting..? He asked himself as Reggie added to the list of people who claimed not to bite. Humans naturally don't bite like rabid animals, why would that be a reason to be more comfortable with them?' He mused. These people here were definitely strange.

"I know what you mean." The magnetokinetic said, relating to powers going haywire. He was always careful of not overusing his powers, that way it wouldn't lead to a 'meltdown,' for lack of better word. "But knowing and learning always secures safety. If everyone was knowledgeable in the slightest, there'd be no conflict in the world."

"Agent Provocateur? I suppose it does have a nicer ring to it, and less derogatory I suppose." He finished up. "But, in all seriousness, why go to a function just to change it? Granted I understand the concept of mischieviousness, but this function is already designed to be fun, why ruin it?" Eli asked, the confusion and misunderstanding heavy in his voice.