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”They all learn eventually,” the hair manipulator responded without missing a beat. She laughed alongside the floramancer, the sound infinitely sweeter than her intentions. If there was one thing that could be said about her, it was that she knew just how to drag people down to her level; this was a fact she was indeed very proud of. But if she was eventually going to rule the world as its mutant overlord and have fun doing so, she may as well recruit minions allies early on in her youth while she still had a beautiful face and an alluring smile. Moot point, however, considering she’ll always be beautiful. ”I was born bad, personally. No intention of changing that either,” she said with another playful wink.

”I’m here to help, especially when it comes to things like that,” she responded, returning her impish grin. Orchid did not mind the rumors circulating about them. If anything she, alongside her floramantic friend, encouraged them. Imitations is the sincerest form of flattery, but just below that in second place would be gossip. It meant people are thinking about you all day, every day, and Orchid loved the idea of being stuck in other people’s heads; it meant she was doing her job right. ”Once we’re done we can go and search for it. Let’s just hope Forge gives us some good news we can celebrate.”

”Would be awesome, now that I think about it. But still, not all twins have to be perfectly identical.” Orchid smiled as the floramancer erupted into laughter. She was always happy to bring a smile to the girl, being of such a similar mind to hers. It certainly made their being roommates infinitely easier; her previous roommate was simply much too boring with a giant stick up her a** (and not in the fun way) for her tastes. Farren was fun, and tended not to object to her views and actions all the time. She was much hotter too, and that was a huge bonus. ”We can always say our mother was banging the gardener as well as the hairdresser.” She offered her another wink. ”Daddy was impotent.”

”No worries, dear. Like I said, later means bigger audience. And if anything I’ve got my own ride anyway.” She neared the girl, turning her head down to the map she held. She listened intently to her words and nodded along. ”Right, then let’s get to it, shall we?” She playfully hooked her right arm around Farren’s left, letting the floramancer lead the way. Unfortunately, their first stop at the computer lab was unsuccessful, and Forge was nowhere to be found. ”s**t. I guess nerd heaven it is!” she said with a light laugh.

As soon as they entered Forge’s office, Orchid broke off from Farren to go look at all the fancy gadgets that were lying around on various tables spread throughout the room. Her eyes glossed over what looked like a cart for transporting boxes, only it was filled with various large things that she could only make guesses at what they could do. ”Ooooh, shiny,” she said with a voice imitating a curious little girl who wandered off from her parents at the mall. She picked up what looked like a rather large futuristic pistol that made her thin fingers look like twigs in comparison. It looked to be off. She pointed it at Farren playfully, and made a motion as if pretending to fire it. ”Zap! You are now officially Klingon chow. How does it feel?” She gave her a warm laugh and a wink, placing the gun back on the cart. Forge was not in there either, but she could hear some noises she could only describe as tech-y from a small room branching out of the office. She whistled out loud in the tune to Lassie to call the Native American out. Hopefully he’d have some answers for her friend.

Kerrigan Schwartz
Codename: Knoxx
Team: Omega
Location: Frontier University
Current Thoughts: I guess I should have seen this one coming...

Her mentioning some of her background seemed to amuse him in some inward way, though Roland said nothing aloud to indicate what he was thinking. Instead, the pair headed for the dance floor, Kerrigan easily falling into step with the music as her date did the same. She managed to one again make him smile, which only elicited a like response from her. He commented on his hand placement, to which she was quick to retort, the exchange lightening the mood considerably between them.

Roland suggested that the pair have a sparring session, which of course brought a smile to Kerrigan's lips. She trained on a borderline obsessive schedule, so she was always looking for someone that would be a good challenge to her abilities. Drawing a little closer to him as her body moved in time with the beat, she hoped that he would take that as an invitation to engage with her, but he remained respectful. It was cute, though she had a sneaking suspicion that fear of their team leader may have something to do with his ever present manners throughout the evening. Nevertheless, he was impressing her, but just as she was about say something, his attention shifted to a couple she didn't recognize, quarreling to the side of the room.

Before she could even react, her date excused himself, albeit with a slightly apologetic look, before heading over towards the confrontation. The redhead released a sigh, green eyes darting around the room until they caught sight of Cissa and Felix on the dance floor before she then turned her attentions towards the chaperones, to see where they were in relation to the squabble. She caught sight of Hank McCoy, who already seemed to be en route before the sound of the verbal argument erupted into a fist fight. Immediately, the redhead turned her sights to the floor, knowing that this was not going to end well, even though she had no doubts that Roland would be the victor. Her heels clicked against the dance floor as she started to make her way over to her date, seeing him being scolded by Emma Frost in traditional sensual fashion. That woman was unnerving, to say the least. But at least, all things considered, it was a quick blip on the night's radar. If she said she hadn't expected something like that to happen, she would be lying, though she was hoping it would wait until a little later in the evening.

Roland made his way back to her, apologizing for what happened, which Kerrigan was quick to wave off. Of course, Cissa appeared moment's later, whacking him upside the back of his head for trying to be a hero when things were already messed up. Of course, the redhead had to bite back a laugh at seeing her best friend, granted a little taller in spike heels, hopping to do her damage, though she dared not make a sound of amusement. That would only get her a whack as well, which no doubt would cause her to lose her composure.

As always, Cissa explained that their situations as more than it seemed, and they had to be careful not to let anything about this night seem out of the ordinary for fear of triggering another episode like the mall. None of them needed that to happen. And so, when glacier eyes flickered over to her, she instantly recognized the silent demand they expected of her, to which she responded with a curt nod. There was no arguing it - she was officially Roland's keeper for the evening, which meant that she had to keep him entertained so that another episode like what had just transpired didn't mar the rest of the evening.

"Good going, now I get to play nanny," she muttered (just loud enough where he would be able to hear her), her own hand thwacking against the back of his head when the Omega leader turned to go back to the rest of her evening. Draping her arm through his own, she gently pulled him back towards the dance floor, her hand slipping into his as she raised his arm to twirl her around once with a chuckle.

"Now that we've gotten the obligatory skirmish out of the way, I believe this is where we left off," she said with an amused smile, coming to face him once again as her body resumed dancing like nothing had happened. Again, this was a night for fun and enjoyment - she wasn't about to let some punk derail the evening when it felt like it had just started.

“We are homo-superior…Or did you miss that memo?”, her italian tones dragged coldly, as if she were running them through gravel. Where he gave her flat, monotone responses…She let him feel her displeasure. She’d been trained to wear faces…Her own personality was a mystery to her. But she could draw from the others, to display proper emotions at the correct time. Though her logic didn’t always mesh with what was accepted in normal society.

Kat sneered coolly, gunmetal blue eyes seeming almost lifeless…Robotic, cruel, as he assaulted her opinion…Telling her that she was still under the yoke of the Contessa. He insisted on being cruel to her… She only returned the favor. “She doesn’t want to talk to you. You and I both saw her drive through the gates.”

“The Contessa is long behind me. Else I would have already made my report, and had your precious X-Men destroyed.”

This compound was a joke. She was sure that there was some level of security…But a shifter could easily slip in and out, if the telepath’s were off base or distracted. Perhaps saying that H.Y.D.R.A. could destroy them was assuming abit too much…But at least, to acknowledge that the Contessa could cut a bloody swath through them, was fair.

“They taught me well enough to know that cryptic philosophical speculation—Is meaningless. All that matters are the facts.”

The girl began to pace…Clearly growing restless—Unaware of their audience in the form of Michelle. Had she of been…She still wouldn’t have cared to hold the conversation any differently. This was important… This moment, was important. Katarina didn’t want the actual monster that the files described… But she wanted more than this shadow—More than this remnant of something terrifying.

Proof, that she could exist in this world as she was. That she wasn’t irrevocably broken and warped beyond redemption.

X-20 wasn’t helping in the slightest. It wasn’t supposed to be this way.

“You are what you are. Whether you choose to turn a blind eye to it or not… Isn’t my problem. Just saying that you’re cured…That you’re no longer a weapon, capable of ungodly things…That isn’t enough. People say a lot of things.”, the shape shifter trailed off quietly, easily able to tell that she was slowly pushing him closer to the breaking point. Kat didn’t think that he was used to anyone challenging him. “People lie.”

Her eyes rolled when he took it upon himself to describe those that could kill him… Her pacing pausing as she seemed to contemplate the idea of Magneto ripping the metal out of him. “It might hurt… But you’re resilient. You could heal.”

“The number of people on the planet that can kill you successfully…Is vastly lower, than the number that can kill me.”

“A steamroller and poor judgment in a rat body could be the end of me, just as easily as most mutant attacks. You heal. I don’t. End of discussion.”, she shot back without missing a beat…She didn’t mention that on occasion wounds would…Move, when she shifted. Sometimes they seemed to heal…On the outside. But pain on the inside remained, long after the visible mark had faded.

“Fortunately for me—Wolf packs and shifters don’t work exactly the same way. You wouldn’t know…Or understand. We take care of our own… I hated the mother of our pack…But I would still fight for her. Defend her…When the pack is wounded, we are wounded…If there is no pack…”, Kat spoke tiredly, wondering why this was so hard for him to grasp. Wondering why he hadn’t figured out the true nature of her questions. He would with time, she was sure… But he was so distracted by his woman, and his dedication to white-hat society… It might be too late.
“There is no me.”

The small woman didn’t hear anything else Gideon said after he shot his mouth off. She no longer cared. It was all drivel…Hopeless, unintelligent, drivel. She walked down the staircase blindly…Feeling the hopelessness start to settle in. This little patch of the world seemed to accept creatures…Monsters…Killers… But she didn’t want to remain locked away. It was just another cage.

And the one person that she had any hope of asking for help was too much of a self righteous, love sick pup to attempt to read between the lines. She couldn’t tell him…Couldn’t say…Her training didn’t allow that. She’d been trying to explain things, in her way, since day one…But he was still asking the wrong questions…Coming to incorrect conclusions…Always the wrong questions.

He should wonder why –anyone- in their right mind would provoke Hostile X-20.

He should know the answer.

Vee had finished three of her favorite songs when she finally decided to acknowledge the throbbing headache she had from lack of air. She set her flute down and looked up, as if coming out of a trance. She tended to get lost in the story of whatever song she played, as if she went to a different world. It was a bit disorienting every time she finished playing.

Slowly, she began to disassemble her flute. She threaded her cleaning cloth through the rod and weaved it into the flute, wiping all the saliva away. With tender care, she set each of the parts back into the case and set the case back in her briefcase. She didn't trust leaving any of her possessions, aside from her clothes, out in the open. Sure, the door had a lock, but she didn't know how effective it was.

Vee sighed, curling up on her bed. She took a swig from the water bottle she left previously. She hadn't noticed how thirsty she was. Before she knew it, she'd drained the water bottle, and still, her thirst hadn't been sated. She'd have to leave the room to get another bottle. Not like she wanted to spend any more time in her dorm anyway. Now that she didn't feel like playing any music, the room was boring.

She leaped off the bed and went out, closing the door behind her silently. Soft moonlight spilled through the hallway windows, but she stayed close to the walls, in the safety of the shadows. Her steps, as light as they were, echoed down the walls, reminding her how empty the Academy was. She was slightly curious as to what a Prom filled with powerful, magical teenagers might be like, but then again, she didn't have a ride, and she really didn't feel like going.

She entered the kitchen. It was vacant as well, though outside, two kids sat by the pool, chatting and snacking on some chips and soda. Vee made a beeline straight for the fridge. She took a peek inside the freezer. There, a quart of vanilla ice cream sat. She liked ice cream. Vee looked over her shoulders warily, as if she was afraid of being caught. Then, she snatched up the quart in her hands. She found a big spoon inside one of the drawers, and then, taking a seat by the counter, proceeded to eat.

Christian stood there scanning the scene. He took stock of who all had been showing up and wasn’t surprised by the fact that a good majority of the attendees were on the Omegas. It seemed the threat of attending or get fried was that strong. Granted, when he heard Aria state openly that she’d obliterate the first person to touch her, he had to resist the urge to poke her in the shoulder. He was stopped though when she mused about whether or not the punch had already been doctored.

“Naw, they’d have to be quick to get to the punch before anyone else arrived,” Christian said as he looked around at the senior staff and took note of their rather convenient sightlines. His attentions were stolen momentarily when he felt someone’s eyes set upon him. Turning his head slightly, he listened with rapt attention to Aria’s inquiry. “Good question. How bout this? Divide and conquer. You find us a table to sit at and I’ll get the drinks. Cool?”

He hoped it was as he walked away from his date for the evening, his sights fully set upon his destination. The path there was growing more and more treacherous as people began to file and congregate in the dance hall, meaning he had to do a bit of fancy navigating. A few ‘excuse me’s’ and some ‘pardon me’s’ later, Christian had thankfully found his way to the punch bowl. “Hey, what’s shakin’,” he said to Jacen and Leion as they seemed to be musing about the same thing Aria was; if the punch was spiked or not. That definitely seemed to be the hot button issue of the evening.

He decided then and there to test the proverbial waters. Not a thought was wasted as he grabbed an empty cup and served himself up just enough of the libation to get a taste. And taste it he did. Naturally, his nose wrinkled, but not from whatever alcohol would have been added. The stuff was a tad too sweet for his liking… but it was definitely alcohol free. “Spose if this whole X-Men thing don’t work, I gotta career as a royal taste tester,” Christian said absently to both Jacen and Leion as he procured a fresh cup. He had one refreshment for Aria, but he was not going to imbibe in the punch. Lucky for him, it seemed whoever had this set up took care to ensure there was anti-spiked-punch remedy lying around… aka a commercial sized coffee pot.

Christian felt a renewed sense of relief. He was wondering if he’d been able to hang for the entireity of the prom, especially since he’d been awake for well over twelve hours already. The discovery of the coffee only allowed him to sigh in relief. Some people were slaves to this stuff and he could count himself among that throng of the populous. With a deft motion, he had an empty cup in his hands and was obtaining his beverage when he thought he heard a scuffle going on. He turned around just in time to see Ms. Frost deftly handle the situation Roland had gotten himself into… and other Omegas flock to the scene, most notably their ‘fearless leader’.

Never a dull moment, he thought as he took a sip from his beverage, feeling the surge of heat and caffeine begin to work its magic. Another sigh of relief escaped his lips as he grabbed up the cup of punch and began scanning the scene for Aria momentarily. It seemed what idea he had before they briefly parted ways was a sound one and the lass had found them a table. It wasn’t too close to the skirmish, thankfully, the only problem was wading through the crowd again and not spilling a drop of either drink.

Nodding his head towards his Omega comrades, Christian began his sojourn through the masses. A few more ‘excuse me’s’ later and Christian found himself standing at the table Aria had found. “Sorry about the wait,” Christian said as he set both drinks on the table before pulling a seat out for himself, “Here you are, miss.” Slowly, he slid the cup of punch closer towards Aria and began settling in his seat, artificial energy aside. After taking another sip of his beverage, Christian contemplated on whether or not to ask her what exactly had just happened. Discretion however was probably the better card to play, so he dropped the thought. Whatever had happened wasn’t that important, and judging by the way things had been handled, the whole sitch would not be important.

That thought restored his confidence that the rest of the night would be peaceful, Christian took yet another sip from the piping hot refreshment. Taking care to set it back down without spilling a drop, Christian glanced over towards Aria, a rather aloof grin set upon his face. “Whenever you’re ready, ma’am,” he said, “Would you care for a dance?”


OOC: Actions herein have been player approved... and sorry bouts the quality. Gonna take me a bit to get back on this particular pony.

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Hearing only one true note









Oh the body swayed to music

Michelle grabbed a nice black cat mask from her purse and placed it on her face. From here on out, she was going to have a blast tonight. When she felt she waited long enough on the roof, she walked down the stairs towards the area the prom was being held at. She couldn't help but chuckle at some odd comment she heard from people passing by her. She looked at the doors she was heading to as she heard the music playing and the colorful lights illuminating the scene. She looked at everyone in the room and smiled. She looked in her purse and examined the bottles of liquor she had. One was Tarantula, one of her favorites. Another one was Grey Goose. She thought to have so fun with E&J as well as Brandy. She knew what would happen if a light and dark liquor mixed together, but what about the other people there? She wouldn't do anything she wouldn't do. She looked around at some people just standing on the walls, they looked a little stiff in her opinion. She had a way to loosen them up. She was on a mission and she would be d****d if someone tried to ruin it.

She looked at the punch bowl and smiled. She walked towards it and reached in her purse after looking around for a good while. She opened the bottle of vodka and began pouring it in. She took the ladle and poured her a cup. After taking a sip of it, she gave a sadistic smile and walked off quickly. The black cat just struck. Now she just needed to find a helpless victim, err, poor soul. No, she needed to find someone, bless their little heart, who would now play a role in her next act of shaking things up. She noticed someone over in the corner and smiled. He looked like he wasn't having any fun. She walked towards him and extended a hand. "Oh, a boy sitting on the wall isn't fun at all. Why not dance with me? I don't have anyone to dance with and it would be more fun, I promise." She smiled this nice smile, her pearly whites showing as she pulled him along. After a couple of minutes of dancing, she had gotten them both drinks. She was sipping hers a little at a time, but him on the other hand, had taken gulps of it without realizing it was spiked. After he had a buzz, she made like Cinderella and slipped off fast while the now "Party boy" was getting other people to try the drink. She sat in the dark corner of the room, watching as things would no doubt begin to unfold.

(( Is this alright? I don't want to cause any problems and I will go back and edit if it is a problem. ))