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Omega's: Of Vodka and memories

Varian listened intently as Eli spoke. But before long Varian knew that the subject had changed... or maybe that was how Eli dealt with it. Instead of dealing with the problem at hand... Eli had worried more about the mutant human relations of the world to distract him from what really happened. But Varian knew better than to say anything. As Eli said, to find a passion. This understanding of mutancy being feared was his passion. Varian took refuge in music.

After Eli was being helped up Varian just nodded to no one inparticular. As quietly as he had come, he left. Floating into the air, and towards the beach. He had spot a large piece of drift wood aways from the initial bonfire. That was where he sat. Staring out to the ocean who's waves crashed near his feet. He was bare foot, with his pants rolled up. He stared up at the moon trying to find some kind of comfort in the lunar being and its starry companions, but none really came.

Was he really that lost, and caught up about his parents that he had locked himself away from trust and love. That didn't seem right. Then he realized he still had something in his hand. Eli's words stuck with him. "Some drink to forget, other to remember."

Varian, had not really drank anything other than wine, and he already knew that this bottle was stronger than fermented grapes. ~"To you mom and dad."~ he spoke in his fluent native language of french. Then brought the bottle to his lips and took a drink... a gulp. Far to large for someone not accustomed to drinking anything than the few sips of wine he enjoyed from time to time.

The liquid burned as it rushed down his throat. He dropped the bottle out of reaction and began to cough. "Holy... Thats... strong." He managed to breathe between gasps of air, forgetting that no one was around.

ტრεჟคKnock em down... roll him around... come on, wait! What the hell?

Aren fell backwards with Jacen's affront, hitting the ground hard, harder than he would have had he been paying attention to the others instead of being all gleeful because there was a familiar face in the outside world. As the blonde boy reared back a fist, ready to deliver a blow, Aren shifted to a smaller size and wriggled free. It would have been a great move, except that he had meant to grow bigger and perhaps even the playing field.

"Gerroff." He said, voice muffled as he twisted himself into an upright position and dusted off the grains of sand that had slipped into the folds of his clothing. Okay. So apparently this guy didn't like strangers, and was a bit protective of Shandra.

Not that he could blame the guy after processing Shandra's reaction, in an effort to recover from being startled, she'd rolled away. Any decent guy friend would rise to right the wrong done to her, especially if the guy appeared to be a stranger. "Yeah.. I'm pretty sure I'm okay." The new Omega said, a bit more brusque than he'd have liked. No, they'd not have known that he and Shandra's friendship dated a few years back, when she'd stayed on the reservation for a few months. Of course he'd not harm her, but teasing her and getting her back for all the times she'd scared him wasn't an opportunity that he'd been able to pass up. Though, she'd later say he cheated, becuase he had at least known that Shandra was around, in the state, on the reservation when she scared the wits out of him.

But for now, he considered it a win. Or, at least, he would have, had a haunting aura hadn't shrouded her. What was wrong with her? Did she secretly hate him now that she wasn't stuck on the reservation, glued to his side while he taught her everything imaginable about living off of the land. Maybe she'd secretly resented him for that? Regardless, he knew well enough that she wouldn't want to be followed. But he also knew her well enough to know that his questions would be left unanswered if he didn't hash it out now. Unless she'd done a 180 with her personality. Doubtful.

His chocolate eyes stared at Jacen apologetically and he shrugged. "Uh.. can we finish your problem with me later?" Aren didn't wait for an answer, but instead turned on his heels and darted after the path that Shandra had left behind.

"Shandra!" He called after her, native american accent still apparent. "Wait up!"

Surely she'd know that he'd meant for the little quip to be humorous, and not cause her to insta-hate him. He grinned at her when he finally caught up and dashed to face her. "Otakó." He used the greeting that she must have heard hundreds of times during her stay in Montana. "Long time no see." Aren said, grinning despite his confusion, and an eyebrow crawled up towards his hairline uncontrollably. "Obviously, you are as suprised as I am to see you. Unfortunately, I think I'm the happier party." He shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant about her attitude. "Why is that?"

Normally he wasn't so direct, but he had learned that with this fire head, "Náápiakii" as he'd called her before, that sometimes you needed to be.

Omega: Catalina – Breaking the Bear Hug

Kerrigan rolled her eyes as he tore his top off, though she had to admit that wet muscles were a good look for him. The sounds of female cat calls coming from the beach only steeled her expression, the redhead continuing her assault with one goal in mind – he had to learn that he could not control her. She wasn’t the kind of girl to be trifled with, and whether he liked it or not she was not going to be some play-thing only around for his amusement. Their games had always been fun, up until now. That kiss…well, it confused her, and Kerrigan did not like to be confused.

It was these thoughts that distracted her, the redhead suddenly finding herself springing back off his stomach only to be grabbed and thrown around like a ragdoll. She hit the water a few times, the hardened sand far from pleasant each time she hit the ground. Thankfully there was enough water to keep any real damage from occurring. She felt her body rolling through the surf, thick wet sand sliding uncomfortably against her exposed skin before she managed to dig her elbow in and steady herself. The redhead got to her feet, a little sore from being thrashed around, but when she saw Jack showing off for the crowd, the redhead capitalized on the opportunity, skillfully maneuvering around him, leaping onto his back and closing her arms around his neck in a sleeper hold. Her legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing to give her leverage on his neck. Not relinquishing her grip on him, the redhead tossed soaked curls out of her face, gritting her teeth to make sure she didn’t lose her grip.

On the one hand she wished he would just pass out already so the fight could be over, she would win, and he would learn his lesson. On the other hand, she was glad that he was making this more of a challenge, even if she had a sneaking suspicion he was holding back on some level. Whether it was intentional or not, she had no idea, but that was not going to bother her. Surprisingly, despite her desire to win, she found herself enjoying the chance to get rid of pent up adrenaline, and if the spark that ignited the fire in the first place wasn’t so recent, she might have forgotten why they were fighting in the first place. As if she were glued to him, her body was hardly jostled as he slumped to all fours, her head curling into his shoulder slightly to catch her breath. She felt his hand feeling up her leg, jeans soaked through, and instinctively she tightened them around his midsection, though it was not enough. She felt them peeled apart, her grip giving way as he threw her from him into the surf once more. Her head made contact with compacted sand, an involuntary grunt escaping her as she got to her feet once more. He was still coughing on all fours, though he got to his feet once more, the redhead releasing a slight sigh. Why couldn’t he just stay down so they could go on about their evenings?

Kerrigan closed the distance between them, throwing a punch – bad idea. The next thing she knew, his arms were locking her arms at her side, her back pressed against his chest in one heck of a bear hug. It was clear that she would never out-strength him in this kind of situation, so she would have to rely on experience and cunning if she were going to make it out of this one. Regular struggling got her nowhere, and in a moment of frustration, she drew the back of her head back into him, almost as if she were going to give up. Her ribs gave an uncomfortable pop, the redhead feeling her breath beginning to shorten as he pressed against her lungs, greatly diminishing their capacity. There was no way she would ever live this down if she went out, and so the redhead thought back through all the training she had gone through with her brothers. The basics came to mind, and that was all she needed to plan her escape.

Reaching up as best she could, her hand closed around his arms, not in an attempt to pry them off, but more to steady herself. Holding her head forward, it was all the leverage she needed to press her backside against him at the waist, drawing the two forward enough where her feet were at least on the ground. Dropping her waist low to gain a sense of balance, the redhead stepped back, wrapping her leg around the back of his knee and sharply pulling forwards, sending both of them to the ground. While she weighed virtually nothing compared to what he could lift, her full weight falling on top of him as the two made contact with the sand and water was less than pleasant, his arms loosening enough where she could slip off of him and to the side.

Her chest suddenly expanded, the redhead drawing in a deep breath before she scrambled backwards in a wave, far enough away where Jack wouldn’t be able to grab her and throw her again. A wave washed in, submerging her for a moment before the redhead reappeared above the surf, flopping into a tired sitting position on the beach as she caught her breath. It was clear she was done – too tired to come at him again. One arm draped over a bent knee as her wet curls fell into her face slightly, green eyes searching him to see if he was going to make another assault. She knew what her limits were, and this was it.

Omega: Up on the Ridge

For the life of her she couldn't understand how the clones worked with Jack. But that was his power and his to understand. She wouldn't expect anybody to understand how her power worked. It just is. It's something each individual gets used to and lives with.

"Drink up then, friend. What we remember no matter in morning," She tipped a bottle to Jack in a mini toast.

Her attention turned back to Eli who seemed to be having a drunken panic attack of sorts with apologies. This, too, made her laugh. Petra was usually classified as the "giggly drunk" whenever she went out. Everything kept her quite content and everything was funny. Often times, she made herself laugh. She looked up at Forellen and introduced them, "Drunk boy here is Eli. She is Forellen. I have feeling he will not remember in morning. You will have to reintroduce yourself, yes?"

She put the bottle she was holding onto down and looked at Eli looking a bit worse for wear herself, "I think you need to slow down, friend.... and we keep you from the edge. You are going to hurt yourself. Hold on."

She melded the now empty tray of alcohol (since most bottles had been drunk or various individuals were holding them) up her left arm. The front of her arm remained un-shielded and fleshy. Gently (or so she thought), she picked up Eli's head from it's uncomfortable position. The metal protected the back of her arm from the jagged rocks so she put it across his shoulders and let him lean back on the soft part without injury.

"Don't need to be in trouble tomorrow from team leader letting you get concussion from rocks."

Omega-Issues Issues, might need some tissues.Antonio paused for a minute, unsure whether or not he should speak. He knew he had weaknesses, but that was not something that he wanted others to be aware of, he needed to be perfect. Not because he was being vain, but because his team needed some one perfect around them, someone that they could look up to. He was not vain, far from it, he just wanted to help people be the best that they could be, each in their own way. This time it looked like he was going to have to be honest for the first time since he could remember, he owed it to Sophia. He took a deep breath before talking.

"Alright, I will tell you my weakness, but you must promise to keep this between the two of us, there are things about me that I do not want everyone to know." He stopped for a breath. "I know this may be shock you, but I am not perfect. I cannot resist a challenge. You might notice that I leave the Academy from time to time, usually to visit 'family.' Well the truth is that my family is dead, I leave to go do… certain activities that the law frowns upon. Not because I am a 'bad person', but there is something about the thrill of a new puzzle, a new challenge, that gets my blood rushing. But that is not my real flaw.' Antonio took another breath, preparing himself.

"I freeze up, during battle. It does not happen all of the time, but often enough so that I know it is not a fluke. Things start getting heated up, and I just black out, I can’t move my body, can't think, I just stand there. Usually it is short, only a few seconds, and I can pass it off as nothing, I have not been so luck lately. When we first ran into the demons, I was paired with another omega to roam the city, she was blind. I was supposed to watch the sky, her the ground. Well the demons attacked us, and I froze. I could not do anything, not even react. I don't remember what happened, all I know is that I woke over half an hour later, still standing there, and she was gone. I have not heard anything about her sense, I don't know what happened to her."

"The same thing happened in Limbo. When we were attacked, I blacked out, just stood there. I was an open target, which is how I got this." Antonio lifted his eye patch, Showing Sophia his shame. Over his Left eye was a long red scar. "Luckily we won the battle and I got medical attention in time to save the eye, though I cannot say I am fond of this hideous scar. I will take non violence over my problems every day."

He stopped as she brought up the thugs. "They attacked my friends, as such I was obligated not to let them go, but they are barely injured. The police will have them in jail soon enough for shop lifting. Shandra and I believe in fighting for defense, we will not kill or main unless we have to. Sometimes it cannot be avoided, but usually there are other ways. We have learned how to use our powers to disable with minimal harm, something that you can learn to." He looked past her, thinking. "Actually one of them might need the hospital, Shandra does not react positively to people who treat her as if she was a prosti"

A gentle hand reached out to brush the hair away from her face. "There is only one thing that is wrong with you as far as I am concerned, and that is you think there is something wrong with you. I do not see it, but I am willing to help you until you are content with yourself. If you waant me to be honest, I think that your problem is self confidence, as you are you make a great x-man, but you don’t see it."

"And you are wrong. You do not need to be ruthless, none of us should be ruthless. If someone has told you that is a requirement, not only are they wrong, but they should to see if they really belong in the x-men. Views like that are more appreciated in the brother hood. "

"Do I understand why Cissa did what she did, yes, do I agree with it, no. You might not know this, but she is very protective of her omega, and they were threatening her people, so they needed to pay. As I said, understandable, but not necessarily the right reaction."

"If you really think that you are to blame, then my advice is to start speaking up. The leaders appreciate your opinion, though they might not always show it."

His eyes looked around. "What I can say is this. You and I are not they only ones with problems here, everyone his issues, more than the fact that they have mutant abilities. Shandra cannot eat anything that is not organic, and most medical type things don't work on her, Alek is an alcoholic, Cissa was made into the slave of a demon, and now only expressed herself through violence, Bella has father issues, and those are just the first 4 off the top of my head. What you need to decide is who are you going to let run your life."

Alpha: Pep Talks

Her face remained still as he spoke, in several cases neither confirming nor denying her questions. That was answer enough… But he did share his weaknesses with her… And that meant something. Didn’t it. Her stoic expression softened when he mentioned the ‘hideous’ scar on his face…And though she was upset herself, she was always the bleeding heart when it came to others.

Gingerly she reached up and touched his cheek, fingertips on the bottom of the scar, unsure if he would pull away. “It’s not hideous at all…It’s just a mark that means you went through something difficult. But it doesn’t detract from who you are…”,

Ah, giving others pep talks was something she was comfortable with…Talking about her own insecurities made her nervous and scared. Made her want to run as fast, and as far away as humanly possible. But his fears and imperfections, just knowing them made her feel slightly better. The elder Alpha’s and Omega’s always made her feel so inferior…Not on purpose, but it was hard not to be daunted by stories of fighting dragons and taking down Mr. Sinister a few pegs. They were classic enemy’s from the database that she’d discovered the year prior in a tactics class…

Sophie counted her blessings still that she hadn’t become demon chow in the Trophy Room of Belasco’s palace… She didn’t know if she could get through another adventure like that one with her sanity still intact. She still didn’t know what to think about Narcissa…Was she protecting them? Or more specifically, protecting Christian? Or just getting her rocks off on the violence?

“Ah can’t tell Narcissa what ah think—Especially if it counteracts what she’s doing. If it were Isabella…Different story. Ah know what to say to her… Ah wouldn’t have had to say anything to her… Ah guess that’s why Ah’m an Alpha.”, she trailed off lightly, her fingers leaving his face as she looked back down at the ground for a moment… She was just...Tired of trying to be something that she wasn’t. She was lucky her hands didn’t shake when she head a gun, or that she could talk at all in the heat of battle, and without a stutter.

She shopped, and listened to old records, and made jewelry, grew plants… She didn’t know how to always keep the persona of Belladonna on. There were times when things were crystal clear…When there was no room for indecision…No room to question herself. When she acted in instinct, things were clear.

She looked back up at him, her palms facing upwards as she shrugged sadly… “Then teach me Antonio…Ah’m not having much luck trying to teach myself…Ah want to do this… Ah just don’t know how to keep from losing myself in it… Ah’m afraid that one day, ah’ll be just like your leader…If all the bad things that happen to her, happen to me…Ah won’t care if someone lives or dies.”

Omega: Catalina – Omega Rally

On some level, Kerrigan was glad when Shandra came to her side, looking at her fellow Omega redhead perched on the balls of her feet in the sand next to her and laughing softly. The concern was rather touching, even if she didn’t really need it. At least it meant that she had an excuse not to continue the fight if he came after her again, but she had a feeling he wouldn’t launch another assault if she was down.

“Yea, I’m fine,” she said in response, giving her a grateful smile. Kerrigan was not one to let others interfere, but as far as she was concerned, the fight was over, and neither of them had really won. They were equal in almost every way, compensating for the other’s weakness with their own strength. Normally, she would be furious with herself for not having a clear victory, but with this situation, she felt like things were a little different. No one could say she was weak after some of those moves she made, and they definitely couldn’t say she backed down. What they could say was that she has one hell of a temper, and that can blind her from the implications of many of her actions. When Shandra mentioned that they were freaking people out, the redhead quickly looked around, trying to make sure that there was no one person in particular that seemed bothered. She had honestly forgotten about that aspect of things – she and her powers often looked so normal compared to others that she often forgot what she might look like from an outside perspective. Hopefully they thought she was nothing more than a super athletic redhead that didn’t take crap from people.

Getting to her feet, Kerrigan gave a slight grimace from general soreness in her body, but for the most part she felt pretty good. Of course, when the adrenaline died down she was going to feel every sore muscle in her body. At least she got some sort of work out in today after all. Turning her attention to a boy that apparently accompanied her team mate, Kerrigan saw his look and words towards Jack, her attention flitting to the giant once more before turning back to the newbie.

“Hey, lighten up. He might be an idiot and actually started it, but I’m just as guilty in provoking him afterwards. Besides, I would have been even more upset if he backed down. Look, I appreciate the chivalry and all, but just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I can’t take care of myself. Fighting is what I’m good at, and my gender should have nothing to do with how I’m treated in a scuffle.” How very feminist of you. Good job at sounding like a complete idiot, Kerri.

Her green eyes moved to Jack as she finished standing up for him, though she didn’t say anything. She was torn between still being mad at him for being insensitive and giving him a big hug for being able to keep up with her in an actual fight. His next actions would determine whether she forgave him or not for being an a*****e. Until then, she felt perfectly justified in pretending he wasn’t standing there, even if she just stuck up for him in front of a guy she didn’t even know. Turning to Shandra, she tossed wet curls out of her face, wringing them out with her hands. Her whole body was soaked through, white shirt, corset, jeans and all. That was going to get uncomfortable rather quickly.

“So, Shandra want to introduce me to your friend?” Her eyes moved from the girl she already knew to the Native-American looking boy lingering to the side. She could pretty easily guess that he was not a native, and that left the option of a new student she had yet to meet. Seemed like they were getting an awful lot of newbies lately, not that she minded. More moves to draw from in a pinch.

Omega - Warmer Waters

Carlos half smiled with her response to his quick lie. It was too easy, but he let himself feel like he accomplished it regardless. He floated still deep in thought while she mentioned tha he had to name his prize. Considering there seemed to be no boundary this time he considered waiting until it was thought it. His initial request was just silly and random. If he figured it out by tomorrow then he'd let her know. The water shifted coming up to where he could take notice and he looked over at Evie who was standing and motioned for him to do the same. Her comment threw him off abit and he just followed. When they were together and her guiding him to move as one he saw what she was trying to get at. It wouldn't work just like that. But he'd help and try if only so she wouldn't be disappointed.

He could see the glow around people, it took abit of concentration for his eyes to adjust and see, but it was practiced. He could see the darkness around himself. and as it was, he needed to shrink and suppress it further. It was tedious and detrimental. Sneaking around wasn't easy with a power that causes paranoia in people. He felt it get pulled in, and his face cringed abit with effort. so he had trouble following the direction about breathing. His power was like a leaky facet. And now that he withdrew it completely he was abit uncomfortable with a pressure he was unaccustomed to. He opened his eyes if only to ignore the images such compression brought.

The fish began to get closer and nipped at him just as he did what she instructed. He remained quiet trying not to disrupt his concentration or ruin the odd yet feel good moment that was passing. After several minutes he broke off from her and the fish causing them to scatter as he backed up to lean on rock arms spread out. With a deep breath he released his power back to it's normal seeping state. " I'll hopefully come up with a prize by tomorrow. So many things that could be done." He sighed and took a deep breath as looked around. He pulled himself up out of the water and took the next eight steps into the next pool before lowering himself in. Warmer with a bit of steam visible from the caves cold air he relaxed further feeling tension leave him.

He'd not tell her why he was tense, stress aside the little closeness they had was abit unbearable for some reason, mainly his mind fighting two sides of logic and his body not being outnumbered with his heart on vacation. " It's warmer over here. Don't have to disturb or worry about little friends..." He called out not entirely sure weather it would be interesting to her or not. He leaned back and closed his eyes. He could fall asleep here if at some point he wouldn't fall over and choke on water. Hopefully the heated water would keep her senses too busy to keep registering the other little details they could pick up from him. Continuing on that train of thought he had to wonder how hot it actually was for him to tell. He was always cool, and cold bothered him. In the end he had no clue. It was an instinct of some sort.