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 Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 6:51 am
Darien Asch
PUNISHMENT
TEAM: ALPHA
LOCATION: X-Men Facility - Alkali Lake, Canada: Elevator ==> Infirmary
WITH: ---
Injuries Sustained: None
 Unreal Tournament 3 OST - "Go Down[UT3 Remix]" Hitting the button for the seventh floor, Darien waited as the elevator descended, cracking his knuckles and flicking his hands a few times before clenching them tight. Ding. The doors opened after a few minutes time to greet him onto the seventh floor. Now to find the Infirmary.
Navigating the snaking hallways, he approached his destination. Giving an audible knock, he called out, "Hey, anyone there? Storm said you guys would be on a mission, so I thought I'd check in here after a while. It's Darien."
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2015 1:08 am
  A downside of being transformed was his inability to fire back any witty retort due to his diminished speech, a drawback when he was being teased by the two teammates he, Kerrigan, and Charlie had been tasked to escort out within a small time limit. He could do little other than sign language, but that was a moot skill if no one else understood the damn language. Maybe he could convince Narcissa to have everyone learn some basic sign language for silent communications on missions (or military style sign language, cause that also seemed cool). Until then, he had to revel in the silent satisfaction that his comebacks would be audible to no one but himself.
Whatever his personal gripes, meeting up with the two was at least a job well done, and avoiding banter that included eating vomit and offering rides later, it was their priority to make it out of there. Kerrigan led them on for the most part, but with with a brief tangle with some MRD that left Christian tranquilized and Charlie a bit busy, they would have their hands full. Luckily, Narcissa must have entered Mama Wolf mode, because she came around to find them, acting as yet another security measure against the MRD, something Christian was very thankful for: to tell the truth, acting as the big, bad wolf to scare off baddies was getting harder as his senses got hazier.
And it was just the speed boost they needed, as they ended up getting to the portal without any more incidents, barring a few more brave goons (unsuccessfully) testing their luck against Narcissa and him.
-----Through the portal-----
He wasn't proud to have collapsed into a tired heap on the floor after such a mission, but the tranq was really affecting him, and he knew that it'd only get worse when he transformed back. He didn't think he'd be knocked out, but it'd be one hell of a hangover or something like that.
Narcissa gave them the clear to move out and for some to go to the infirmary if injured, and Christian detransformed on the spot on the floor. Gruesome as it looked, the process was quite painless to the werewolf, and only brief sensations of being in a sauna were comparable to the process, as well as pulling particularly sticky goo off his body. Then again, it was entirely probably that Christian had simply grown accustomed to the process, as he remembered his first transformations to be particularly uncomfortable.
Stretching and making sure that his body was fine in moving around, he quickly celebrated their first real mission accomplished after trying to see if he needed to go to the nurse after his little knock out shot. Narcissa's throat-clearing got his attention, and she informed him that, yes, he still needed to go. "Lame." he complained, shaking his head. But, Narcissa at least guessed his interests well enough to mention raiding kitchens. "But hey, I guess I don't have to try hospital food. I really hope no one touched that torta in the fridge."
Kerrigan addressed them when the pair approached her, looking for her input. She was, after all, their supervisor (technically). Praise was good to hear from someone else who wasn't already your friend, and Charlie decided to press his luck by pushing that request for a suit like hers...only to be shot down, bribed into more successful mission before a request like that could take more stable ground.
She also brought up the sparring match Charlie and her had challenged each other to, and with Christian as their witness, it was pretty much a legally binding contract. "I could use a little more cash. Not that I don't have faith in you, Charlie, but I already cast my bet." he said, giving them a grin before his expression soured, his vision suddenly getting much blurrier. His body felt like it was suddenly numbed, and he nearly fell over again if it wasn't for holding onto Charlie's shoulder to support himself. "Oh s**t." he said lowly, hand covering his face as he tried to keep himself cool. It hit him: now that he wasn't transformed, the tranquilizer shot must have much less issue affecting him, so he just got a delayed response to it. Most of the initial effect, the instant knock out, was probably mitigated during his transformed state, but the after effects in his body must have lingered long enough for waning attack.
He drew a slow breath, eyes looking over Charlie and Kerrigan. "Okay, okay. Right. Hold on. The infirmary is starting to sound like a good idea. Let's schedule that pay-per-view match some other time?" he asked, before trying to take a step forwards, and having to increase his grip on Charlie's shoulder to prevent himself from falling again. He just couldn't feel much of his body at this point, and his head felt so light, yet so heavy at the same time. "Charlie, man, I might need some help getting theres. I'll stop clipping my nails in our room for the next few days for this favor, or something." he said, bargaining with his friend, and trying his best to get his words out without slurring them. His tongue felt like it was taking up too much space in his mouth, making talking awkward. Hell, he wasn't even sure if his speech was coming out coherent enough to follow. He talked, but it didn't sound the same as it did in his head, where everything sounded like buzzing and distant.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2016 2:55 pm
  The mall food tasted like a little bit of heaven; they both had gone so long since having fast food that they grabbed the worst things they could find. As Gracie scarfed down her Crunchwrap, she decided the two of them were going to need to start working out, and she was still probably going to need a new wardrobe with a wider waistline. Systematically, they ducked into stores that they thought the kids might be “shopping” in, and started picking things out for themselves in the meantime. Simply walking in and out of stores without perusing would cause suspicion, so actually getting a few new things to spice up their closets served a dual purpose.
Daylia asked for some advice on finding her own niche in fashion, and the Georgia belle was more than happy to comply - picking random things from the racks for her friend to try on. Some of the things the phaser protested to, but Gracie’s smirk deepened as she threatened to get Cissa involved if she didn’t play nice and try on a few outfits. “Oh definitely. And she wouldn’t allow you to pick out anything in this store.” More than likely, their team lead would bring in a tailor and have everything made by hand for her. “I think one of her outfits - without accessories - would cost more than everything in this side of the mall.”
They guessed on the personality of Narcissa’s seamstress and giggles burst out of her at the thought of a grown man crying himself to sleep after every visit with her. “I envision him in the fetal position crying for Mama.” This was one of the many reasons she adored Daylia. For the first time out, she wasn’t checking shadows or on edge that Bruce was somewhere close. Her friend made her feel normal again, made her forget how easily her husband had raked the inside of her mind and took away what made her, well her.
Unfortunately, their perusing the shop came to a sudden, violent halt when one of the MRDs spotted them. He blocked the entrance and started shrieking their presence, causing them to duck into a fitting room while they tried to weigh their options - and she poked fun at the crush Daylia had on Nightcrawler. “D likes the fuzzy.” She said, imitating the blue man’s accent, her dimples taking complete possession of her features. The guy rattling the door with the side of his fist caused them to sober momentarily.
“Pretty sure you do have a body like that. Just can’t see it in those frumpy clothes of yours.” Contrary to what Daylia was comfortable in, sweatpants weren’t form-fitting.“I’ll be getting you a whip to terrorize the boys in short order. And some black leather pants with a matching tube top. What size boots do you wear?” To complete the outfit she’d, of course, need some stripper boots.
They backed through the wall just as Gracie caused an explosion in the back end of the store, but the effort caused Daylia to appear a shade greener than the ectoplasmic ghost on Ghostbusters. Was Slimer his name? Shaking off the question for another time, the hex manipulator procured a bottled water and tossed it to her friend while she threatened the poor, unsuspecting guy taking a break from what she thought would be a mundane job. D sucked the contents of the bottle down a little too quickly, and the brunette advised she slow down before she made herself puke.
“That could be arranged.” She said, blowing at the tips of her fingers. “Just… don’t get it on me, capeesh?”
As she helped her friend through the employee part of the mall, Gracie radioed their leader, giving a very brief explanation to why they’d not made it to the rendezvous point just yet. They’d taken the less violent option, and were paying for it now. Knoxx too asked for their whereabouts, and Daylia’s reply back had been less than helpful but she added to the description. “Really though, we’ll be fine. This is the safest route.” The last thing they needed was a babysitter and a large group coming from them would only draw more attention.
Despite the assurances, the wolf of their team barrelled into the back lost his footing and skidded into a wall. When he righted himself, he attempted to sign something to them, and Gracie and Daylia poked fun at his attempts. The quips were short-lived, however because someone tranqed their poor new member. Christian’s temper flared and he ripped a cash register from the counter and chucked it toward his assailant. “Remind me not to squirt him with a water gun if he has an accident on the floor.” She whispered to Daylia, clearly impressed with the show of strength.
The other part of his trio met up with them right around then, and Daylia made a joke about Charlie’s entrance. “Such a shame,” Gracie said wistfully with a shake of her head. “I guess all the cute guys gotta have a downfall somewhere.” By her tone alone, he might not have known she was merely kidding. Her hazel eyes glimmered jokingly, and made it clear all was forgiven.
Knoxx reminded them of their time limit and they started to move again - only for Daylia to lose all that water and her pretzel from earlier. She requested that wolf boy not eat her regurgitated lunch and Gracie’s own stomach lurched at the thought. Her features scrunched in disgust and her friend apologized. “Don’t worry about it.” The dark-haired beauty said. “I’m sure this will be funny later.”
She had suggested Daylia take a ride on the wolf’s back, but given how potent the tranq was, it no longer seemed like a possibility. “Were they merely trying to put us to sleep or kill us?” She asked, astounded at the effect it was already having on the poor guy as he staggered. If it’d been her or any of the others here… she guessed something with that much punch would have left them more than unconscious. That high of a dose, at her size? It might have stopped her heart. “No offense big guy… But I’m glad none of us took that shot.” At least they knew he’d survive it.
Charlie asked if Daylia needed a piggyback, and Gracie found herself pushing her friend toward him. “That sounds like a perfect idea.” She said with a nod. Otherwise, Cissa was going to have their heads for being late. “In both ways.” Holding the back of her hand to her mouth so that Daylia couldn’t see, her features took on a puckish expression. “It’s been a while… but I’d wait until she has a little more energy.”
Just as they started moving, Narcissa appeared from behind them and started barking out orders. A part of her wondered if the blond showed up because she didn’t trust them to make their way out of a brown paper sack, but she held back any questions along those lines and followed orders.
The lecture they got when they were back underground answered a few of those questions, but Gracie refused to protest. One, she respected Narcissa as a leader; two, her head was still screwy and had quite a few holes in her memory so she wasn’t in a place to argue; three, she didn’t want to embarrass her friend, who had pushed the limits of her ability to keep them safe. If Narcissa wanted the story as to how it seemed like they needed help, she could ask when there wasn’t a group of people to gawk at them. Deep down, the Georgian knew that what had transpired could have been different; they’d have been fine on their own - especially since she hadn’t even really started using her own abilities in the fight.
Narcissa ordered Daylia to the medbay, and Emlen followed orders, believing that easier than continuing to bite her lip to halt her need to defend their actions in the mall. The fire in her eyes bade the molecular manipulator not argue against it, and she dragged the girl away from the team. As soon as they were out of sight and earshot, Gracie changed their direction, intending on taking Daylia to her room to rest. “I know just as well as you that you aren’t injured.” She muttered, feeling guilty for making Daylia look bad in front of the rest of the Omegas. If Daylia had paired off with someone else, -anyone else- Narcissa likely wouldn’t have questioned her choices. “Just as I know we didn’t need rescuing from any of the parties that decided we were damsels in distress.” She let out an angry breath and kept her glowering fixed at the undeserving floor. If she stared any harder the tile was going to bear holes.
Daylia said she would have made the same call, and Gracie’s frustration stung behind her eyes. She blinked it back, refusing to give way to tears - angry or not, they had no place here. “Had you not been paired with mushy-brains, she wouldn’t have second-guessed your decision at all. Besides, she doesn’t know the full story...” Emlen said bitterly; she was still a liability though she was certain that Narcissa hadn’t received all the gory details of her break from the X-men, because not even she had them. “I could have set the three of them on fire…” But that would have only caused the fight to escalate. “You made the right decision… it pushed you a bit more than you thought it would… but we would have been fine on our own. It wasn’t until everyone else showed up that we ran into any more trouble, and I could have handled threats as they came our way.” All the humor that she had during their trip had evaporated with Narcissa’s scathing lecture. “Let’s just get you to bed where you can sleep this off.” She said, completely defeated. Even without Bruce interfering, he was still ruining everything.
At one point in time, Gracie had been capable, strong, independent. She had been a force to be reckoned with. And now, she had a muzzle she wasn’t sure anyone would ever be able to remove.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2016 5:06 pm
  Name: Narcissa "Cissa" Grace
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: The Armory then to Cissa's Room 
Narcissa rolled her eyes fondly at Aren’s demands, a small amount of frustration building in the back of her chest. Since when was she at his beck and call when flatscans were shooting at her? Since when could Knoxx handle something she couldn’t? The concern that leaked through the golden threads that synched them so closely together dulled the unintended insinuation of inferiority, but it lingered nonetheless. “I’ll get right on that.”, she drawled slowly. Her tones were faded and to be honest, a little chilly.
It didn’t occur to her in the thick of it that Aren hadn’t been calling her skill into question. It had actually been the opposite. He thought her more than capable, rather than less.
Eluding the MRD and locating her Omega’s was far simpler than sorting out the myriad of emotions that crossed unbidden into her heart. Still, she felt a lot more secure once her chess pieces returned to the old Weapon X facility. Pawns and all. She still thought that it was a strange place to take refuge…Especially considering she loathed being buried underground, but it was safe. That was good enough for now.
Dismissing her team in the kindest way she knew how—By being an absolute b***h—She wasn’t shocked when Blake approached her. It made sense that he would want to apologize for accidentally ditching her in a building full of people trying to kill/capture them. The blue eyed bombshell took a certain amount of pleasure in hearing him admit fault. She didn’t provide anything other than a cold stare, not bothering to actually accept the gesture. That would have appeared too soft, too weak. “All due respect is a phrase most commonly used by people I can’t stand when they want to diffuse the impact of an insult.”
Bloody damn southerners.
“But since we’re feeling chatty… You ought to try apologizing on your knees. I might like you there even better.”, she countered his joke unfeelingly, still likely standing a little too close for comfort. Few people found any sort of ease while in her immediate vicinity. Likely, because she had a tendency to set things on fire.
Blake offered to let Alice know who her new mistress was, and the Red Queen inclined her head sharply in acceptance. Her gaze was frozen as she spoke, not angry, simply still. “You do that, Tanner.”
Feeling eyes on her person she turned and glanced over her shoulder in the direction the Texan had gone. His stare was inquisitive, but he didn’t speak. It took her a moment to realize what else he wanted to ask, but couldn’t bring himself to. Ah, Isabella. She shook her head—Ignoring the prat after that. She was curious of their status, but for entirely different reasons.
Narcissa not only wanted the Alpha’s to ******** up, but was absolutely counting on it.
She was silently disgusted by Christian’s transformation after that, but left Aren to worry over it. He was better at being concerned than she was. She wanted to rip both Charlie and Christian apart for returning to the field…But technically they’d been following orders. Just not her orders. Staunching the desire to rip off the head of some unsuspecting victim, she instead focused on Emma temporarily hijacking her brain.
It was no shock that the Alpha’s hadn’t returned. Why did everyone seem so surprised?
The blonde goddess ignored Aren while he questioned the use of the word ‘disgusting’, the continued discussion of his fan club bringing real irritation to life. It wasn’t hard to be annoyed with the ridiculous bints that insisted on following him around, day in and day out. They actually giggled when he walked by. She played the part of the Red Queen flawlessly, sarcasm and disdain dripping heavily from every syllable. “That's pathetic...I wouldn’t sign up for that if we were the last living people on the planet. The human race could cease to exist, and I would happily let it die.”
It was true. She wouldn’t. What his sweet little sycophant tarts didn’t know, was that she’d already won. Narcissa didn’t need to stake claim on what she already had. She knew every inch of the target of their affection, whereas they never would. Part of her wanted to tell them…To rub it in to their snotty little noses so hard that they never looked at him again. Dark and cruel jealousy painted itself all over her heart, burning through her veins like wild fire.
If they only knew…If only.
Unfortunately, leading the Omega’s came before all else. This included keeping her personal life out of it. She felt so possessive and angry that it almost surprised her…
Jacen interrupted her impending and exceedingly British tirade, the explanation of his whereabouts causing her to roll her eyes. “Finally. If it took you any longer I’d be old and gray.”
That was as good a welcome back as any.
Jetsam corrected her terminology and she held back a snarl, covering up any retort with a casually disinterested stare. He was jabbing the pissed the hell off bear, and didn’t realize it. When the newly returned squid-boy wrapped Aren up in a bear hug she itched to take a piece out of him. Jacen was too close to Aren, and she was too far. She could feel the heat rising in her chest, burning and showing in her eyes.
She caught herself while the two made plans to get Dom to buy them Doritos. Aren tugged on her emotions in earnest… No doubt he was confused. Hell, she was confused.
In a typical royal fashion she smoothed out her incorrect outburst with a smirk and slightly more friendly nastiness. Aren kept joking around, teasing with Jacen, and her anger seemed to be completely forgotten. At least, by the party she’d directed it at. “Normally I’d look down on a club celebrating the joy of being an uncultured heathen…But any club has to be better than the one that takes shifts in stalking Tiny.”
She supposed that it was mostly to discover whether or not he actually was tiny. A little self-satisfied smirk dotted her features and she twirled a long lock of hair around her index finger, a familiar memory pooling in the back of her mind. He wasn’t.
Were Jacen anyone else, she might have picked on his enthusiasm. The mission had been a cluster ******** for no real discernable reason. It annoyed her, because while they’d still outclassed the Alpha’s…They could have done better. They’d left too many downed MRD soldiers. Too many, that might be able to help put together composite sketches of them since the Sentinel wouldn’t be able to provide anything. “I don’t know about that…But it’s one less of them that we have to deal with.”
Narcissa still wasn’t fond of Sentinels. When they’d attacked the Academy a few months prior—Aren’s hands had been burned and blackened down to the bone. She’d been left in a coma. The blonde wasn’t in a forgiving state of mind. Whomever had set their mechanical monsters after them would pay for it.
One way or the other.
Jacen readily agreed to Emma’s request that they remain close at hand. Aren seemed a little reluctant. Though he mentioned himself in passing, his concern about her caused her insides to twist. The worry that traveled through their tether almost felt a clever ploy to get her to see Elixir. Cold blue eyes lingered on her other half, silence reigning at his usual banter. No one would take that seriously. He was constantly flirting with her, and she constantly shot him down.
What unnerved her, was the implication that she wasn’t perfect. She was flawless. Everyone knew that. No one needed to know outside of the Professors that she was less functional because they were buried underground.
No one.
“Really Aren…Elixir has actual patients to deal with. We can’t go bothering him everytime you want to steal the tongue depressors…”, she trailed off, dulcet tones holding all of the charm of the British isles. All of the charm and none of the kindness. Joshua’s ability didn’t work like that anyway. She wasn’t injured, aside from a headache. She was drained from clearing their way out of the mall. Energy would help her. The sun, would help her.
Joshua would hover and irritate her.
Narcissa realized that she would be remiss if she didn’t respond to Aren’s innuendo. That would be noticed. She gave a long suffering and repulsed sigh as she tossed golden hair over her shoulder. “The whelp is right darling. Your grades are unquestionably poor.”
“You also couldn’t handle me if you tried—Mr. I-Need-A-Nap after a tiny trip to the mall. You better pray the Alpha’s come back. They’re definitely more your…Speed.”
As in, slow. All Alpha’s were tainted with a touch of the downs. It was the ultimate insult from the Omega Leader. A suggestion to DATE one of the hated blue-pups, instead of avoid them.
Idly the blonde woman raised her hand in the air, playing dangerously with her ability. Light pooled in her palm that grew swiftly, flashing with barely concealed brilliance. She let it grow in intensity until the air around it rippled to prove a point. There was nothing wrong with her. When the roots of her hair began to whiten, a message transmitted through her cranium. She snapped her hand shut and the light disappeared. The Red Queen gave both boys what could be considered a cruel smile. “Not to worry anyway…Apparently it was a false alarm. You’re free, the dogs are back in the kennel.”
The young woman slid from the desk and walked towards the exit with her usual sultry gait, impossibly high heels clicking on the floor. She could feel Dom. That was good enough. She could get the full disclosure later, after she had a date with the UV Unit in her quarters, and things calmed down. As annoyed as she was with Dice, Emma, and everything else…This almost, almost made her smile. Almost.
The extraction was a go, the Alpha’s had made contact. They’d failed.
Narcissa loved one thing about ruling the Omega’s more than anything else.
The frequent and wonderful ability to tell her elders: ‘I told you so.’
 [OOC: Pop me a msg if I missed anyone please]
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2016 5:28 pm
 
Going back and forth with the native never ceased to amuse, but when Alice asked about a treaty, Blake shook his head. “Don’t you know that redskins don’t honor contracts?” He asked jokingly. “People who pray to heathen gods don’t put a lot of worth to words on paper.”
When he got to the rendezvous point, watching Alice hobble hurt. He hadn’t seen the hand coming until it had been too late, and now she likely had a few cracked ribs to show for it. He ordered her through the portal, but it took him, Charlotte, Roland and even a little Peyton to convince her it was the sound choice. She grumbled as she went through, complaining that everyone getting on her nerves had a southern accent, and Blake grinned despite it. “That’s just our charm!” He called out, unsure if she heard it before she passed through.
He turned his attention back to securing the sight, only to relax as the last of the Omegas emerged from the rubble. They quickly all ran back to safety, and Blake braved their leader long enough to apologize and to thank her for seeing to Alice’s safety. “I wasn’t burying an insult in kindness by merely saying I’ll be more cautious next time.” He assured his leader, his tone still pleasant as the wind on a hot summer day. She suggested he fall to his knees while asking for forgiveness and he schooled his expression, refusing to allow it to fall with her sour mood. It wasn’t hard to see why not many people outside of her exclusive circle liked her - especially when she opened her mouth.
Despite her proximity, Blake remained unmoving. The heat she radiated was different than most people, but as a boy raised in southern Texas, being under a blistering sun was like every other day on the ranch. If she thought to intimidate him, she’d chosen the wrong man to rope into a rodeo. “I doubt it. We’ll save that experiment for another day.” He said with no real promise behind his statement.
He kept their exchange brief, as he was under no illusions of what the woman actually felt about him in regards to the company he tended to keep. The fact that he had put in for a team transfer likely didn’t help matters either, but he hardly cared. To date, he had yet to see a redeeming quality in her. And if he were honest with himself, he didn’t want to stick around long enough to dig one up.
As soon as he was done speaking to her, Blake strode off to the infirmary to check on his former charge. Roland and Charlotte were still keeping her company, and the Texan felt a little relieved that they hadn’t left her out to dry. Considering her brusque attitude, he would not have blamed them for high-tailing out of there as soon as the chance arose. Roland offered to look at Alice’s wounds to help with triage, asking him for permission before he asked the lady in question.
Honestly, he didn’t see a point in it. Josh wouldn’t need triage when he got to her; he’d simply touch her and she wouldn’t even have a bruise to show for it. Plus, it wasn’t as though the New Orleans native would be able to tell if something was broken without an X-ray or bones protruding from her skin. At most, he could diagnose her with possible contusions, give her some advil and wrap her. Which, again, would be unnecessarily jostling her when they had a healer on hand. “We’re not just wrapping you up.” He said with a shake of his head, fighting back the smile he knew better than to share. “One, you don’t need to move that much. Two, it’d make it harder for Joshua to assess your injuries later.” He paused before he started to snigger. “But if a lollipop is all you ask for after being thrown against a column, I’m sure we could arrange that. I’ll just have to go to the kids’ level to lift one.”
Roland diagnosed cracked ribs, but Blake bit his tongue. By the bruising, he would have guessed but he wasn’t sure there was a way to tell beyond actually using imaging equipment. The way ribs lay in the skeletal system, it wasn’t as easy as seeing a misshapen arm and making the assumption.
In her pain-induced delirium, Alice suggested that she could get them to where they needed to be, and he didn’t bother to argue. One, no one was letting her anywhere near the field until after Elixir had taken a look. And two, he doubted it’d be that simple. Shaking the ground wouldn’t have all the answers. He also highly doubted that she’d have enough strength to entirely ruin a military compound even in peak condition. But then again, he hadn’t seen her in action in ages. Had her power really grown so much?
Rounding his attention on the redhead who’d agreed to work with him through this mission, he asked if the kids had made it through alright. She confirmed that one of the senior X-men had taken over their care, and Blake nodded. “I’m glad we were able to convince them to come along for the ride.” There was no telling what might have happened otherwise. They certainly hadn’t been equipped to take on the MRDs by themselves.
She asked about the Alphas next, but sadly Blake had no news at all to give her. Bella hadn’t responded back yet; her radio silence unnerved him more than he would have liked to let on. He did promise to give her an update as soon as he had any word and she thanked him. “For what it’s worth, Bella’s a sharp leader. I’m sure your sister is just fine.”
A knock at their particular room in the infirmary gave cause for pause, and Blake frowned at his current company. Who was Darien? Was he supposed to know? Mouthing if anyone else knew him he shrugged. “The door is open.” He said, leaning out of the room to steal a glance at the new comer. “Are you newly promoted to the Alphas or the Omegas?” He asked, his smile welcoming the guy into the room before he held out a hand for the guy to shake. Considering Storm had said they were out on assignments, it wasn’t hard to assume that he’d been added to their ranks. “Name’s Blake.” He introduced in a southern drawl. “This here is Alice, and Charlotte and Roland.”
It was then that a man with skin more golden than the hair on top of his head sauntered in, his expression more serious than normal. “I heard that someone here sustained injuries they needed me to see?” He said, moving toward Alice so that he could heal what injuries she’d incurred and she could be on her way. He needed to make it quick; by how long the Alphas were gone, he doubted he’d have any more free time for the night, and what rest he could get between fixing up the teams, he guessed he’d certainly need.
Blake rose his hands up to his shoulders to indicate he wasn’t in need, and then motioned with his head toward the blond in the room. “Sentinel threw her.” He explained, the guilt that he hadn’t the foresight to see the move boiling within him again. But Elixir was here now, and she’d be as good as golden in a matter of minutes.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 3:44 pm
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“Heathen gods?!” The native exclaimed, playing up the misunderstood native trope to a hilt. “Napi!” He said, pretending to be entirely indignant. “At least we don’t pretend to the way a white man would. Their back door deals are what has ruined America.” Shaking his head, he glanced down at his charge, unable to hold back the lopsided grin that dominated his features - even in an mask. It seemingly transformed with his emotions, making the predator appear more inviting.
“Don’t listen to that cowboy… He’ll go down the same way Custard did.” He assured the girl as he sidestepped any opposition and got her to safety. She assured the two of them that there was enough of her to go around, and Aren couldn’t stop himself from making a quip about it - insisting that she shouldn’t say something like that about herself. Alice must have missed the innuendo, and Aren shrugged in response. “I mean, unless you want the guys to think you’re easy.” He mumbled, his particular brand of humor still dialed on high.
It wasn’t long before Blake caught up to them, and Aren left him to her, finding himself highly distracted with the absence of the sun. Peering back at the building, the size shifter asked her in a private channel if he needed to go back inside, but she declined the offer for backup. As a result, the native demanded that she be at the rendezvous point in no less than two minutes; she protested, claiming that she’d given Kerri at least ten but that hardly mattered. “Knoxx isn’t as efficient as you are, power wise.” He said, explaining the reasoning behind the short time frame. She drawled sarcastically to get right on that, and a smile played with his features but did not quite make it there given her tone. Why was she pissed?
“I should hope so, ki’somma.” His tones were soft, but the confusion building within him was hard to bite back. The last thing Narcissa needed in the middle of the fight was him flooding her with his uncertainty. For weeks, she had promised that each time they found themselves alone, it would be the last time. Had she finally found the strength to back off?
Unbidden, his feet carried him closer to the building. Realizing halfway what he was doing, he dug his heels in the ground and tried to shove his hands into nonexistent pockets. Napi. The native silently counted to ten but kept his eyes open for any oncoming MRDs. His chest felt as though it had been weighed down with stones - the further the Omega leader was, the heavier it became.
Thankfully, she emerged with the rest of the team and crossed through the portal. He hung back as Narcissa addressed the team, the fire in her voice enough to portray her mood. Being home had done little to dull her irritation. Rather than take it personally, he brushed it off, doing his best to quell the doubts that had started to fill him during the last half of their assignment.
Sighing, he waited until everyone cleared out before he approached, slouching into the seat near hers - just as Christian de-transformed. He asked the boy-wolf if it hurt as much as it looked like it had, but the new kid was apparently too distracted to acknowledge his concern. “Guess not.” He observed as his interest waned when Christian picked himself up from the floor like nothing had happened.
Watching it happen had left him a little perturbed and he wondered aloud if his own shifting was anything remotely similar. Deciding to try it out, he watched his hands and feet as he super-sized himself and then shrank back down to normal. “Nope.” He answered for himself, obviously satisfied. At least his shifting wasn’t disgusting. Glancing up, his chocolate gaze collided with Narcissa’s icy blue, and he barely recognized the fact that those doubts from earlier were evaporating in short order.
Teasing the blonde goddess eased the uncertainty with each jibe. This time her irritation only fed into his quips; the more she refused, the more he pushed. As usual. “Oh, don’t lie to yourself ki’somma.” He jeered. “You know you’d like to board this ride.”
Jacen returned from the dead during his mocking and rounded it back to the native. He found himself in a bear hug seconds later, and Aren couldn’t stop himself as he joked back. It was good to have him around again, though he didn’t quite understand why he felt Narcissa’s prickling continue to rise. It was Jacen! Shouldn’t she be happy that one of her own was here?
The cephalopod mimic suggested they start their own club, and Aren played along - proclaiming that no girls would be allowed. “She’s too white anyway.” He said, covering his mouth as he mock whispered for Cissa’s benefit.
Narcissa compared it to the club of his stalkers, and Aren cheesed. “Oh they don’t have to stalk me… I had my class schedule and a map on my locker when we were still at the Academy.” It had started out with him asking for directions. The girl had taken the paper and taped it to his locker, with a map meant for his use. When he realized that there were a gaggle of females giggling after him all the time, it was too late to take it down. At least they weren’t annoying about it.
After Emma had apparently contacted Narcissa to give her an updated on their rival team and she asked the two of them to stay put - Jacen readily agreed, but Aren could feel something off with his secret lover. He suggested they go get an energy boost from Joshua before they headed out as a subtle way to get her to see the golden boy, but she refused. “I don’t go their for wooden sticks, ki’somma.” He said, shaking his head as though he were saying something completely obvious. “If I did, I’d take Jacen up on his offer. I go to get a lollipop.”
He suggested that he play doctor with Narcissa to make sure she was battle-ready, and Jacen snickered at the thought - pointing out his gpa. Narcissa agreed with him, and the size-shifter held up a finger in protest. “Hey! I’m only bad in Summers’ classes!” And that had more to do with the rigid teacher than the class - well, except government. But that was a different story entirely. “Besides, doctors get MDs. Not doctorates.”
Cissa threw her hair of her shoulder as she brushed off his innuendo and Aren scoffed at the implication that he didn’t have what it took to handle her. “Pretty sure I handled you at your hottest, or don’t you remember?” He remarked, recalling how he’d nearly lost his hands permanently doing just that. She compared him to the Alphas, and he chuckled. “Man, are you sure you’re alright? That memory of yours is fading.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth to make a “tsk” noise. “I already dated an Alpha. Took one to prom.” And man, had she not enjoyed that.
She called off the need for them to stay and potentially help the others shortly after though, effectively freeing up their evening. Releasing a deep breath, Aren looked to his current company. “So…” He trailed off, wondering just what they should do now.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 5:04 pm
  Oh, even if we're discovered
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJust be sure to wear your best; we will surely make the covers.Alpha ✖ Wonderland ✖ Costumexxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Julian did not exactly know how to respond when Bella refused to take out the entire ship they stood on. Now was not the time to be squeamish about bloodshed, he figured. The odds were against them, and it did not help anyone to pull their punches right now. They needed to be willing to deal as much damage to pull their enemies out of their hair, or they might not be able to get out of here with their skins. If the enemy was not willing to die to fulfill their mission, then what good were they anyway? They needed to do whatever they had to to get away and survive this utter disaster. It was the enemy that brought this battle on themselves, not the X-Men. They needed to cripple them before they could continue their anti-mutant operations. If that meant a few people losing their lives, what did it matter? It would also end the enemy’s use of the prison below as a prospective lure for any other such team of mutants if they decided to attack here, like how they’d fallen for such bait. As far as he was concerned, taking down both this helicarrier and the people below was a win-win scenario. Their team could not hold out under these conditions much longer, and their enemies knew this; that was the entire point, after all. right now the most important thing was surviving and escaping their trap, and if their enemy was in the way, they would have to be eliminated.
On the other hand, however, he knew she was completely. He did not want to kill anyone. He left the Hand specifically to avoid such violence in the future. What did it say about him when he always said he wanted to avoid such bloodshed, but then his immediate solution to a setback was killing an entire ship’s crew’s worth of people, as well as the people inside? What did it say about the X-Men as heroes if they would be willing to kill so many at the first sign of trouble? As far as the public would be concerned, all their fears about mutants would be confirmed, and all this would do is bolster the resolve of their enemies and the public support for them would skyrocket. They needed to show the world that they were better than that. They needed to show the world that, despite their power, they had no desire to use it to such extreme degrees. They were not the Brotherhood, and no human’s life was so worthless that they had any right to simply throw them away like that. These were men and women doing their jobs to support their families and he could not kill them for the awful things their superiors made them do. He felt like a fool for even suggesting such a brutal course of action. Sure, it would get them out alive in the short term, but in the long term it would cause more and more suffering for mutants as a people. The X-Men had to lead by example, and be willing to sacrifice themselves so that it did not happen.
He nodded silently when Bella berated him for even suggesting they destroy the ship with everyone in it that way. Dmitri fell somewhere between agreeing with both Julian and Bella. He shook his head. ”She’s right,” said the Englishman, his voice slightly shakier than usual. ”No one else dies today.” With that, he disappeared from sight. The next few moments of his life, from his perspective, were less a linear progression of events, and more of a blur. within seconds he’d teleported at least half a dozen times, each time slamming one of his gas bombs into the ground to cover their escape and confuse their enemies, then grabbing one or two of his teammates and teleporting them to the same room he’d initially dropped off Leo and Kat. It did not even occur to him that he was reaching his limits as far as his powers were concerned. He simply disappeared and reappeared over and over again until every Alpha aside from Bella and Dmitri were safely underground. When he was done transporting Alphas, he stopped for a few moments to take a deep breath. He could already feel his body beginning to fight him over his constant teleportations, especially doing it with so many people in such a short span of time. It was beginning to wear on him, and his breathing began to labor a little. But he was not done, so after a few moments he teleported once again to the top of the helicarrier.
As he reappeared, he found Bella and Dmitri hard at work fulfilling their own duties. If he could help destroy the shield projector, but he had faith that the resident Playboy had the task well in hand. instead, he decided to help defend the boy alongside Siren. He brandished his cane sword and once again disappeared in a puff of smoke, a small barrage of bullets splitting the air where he once stood. He reappeared in the air above where one of the new snipers began to take his position on the surface, gravity doing the rest of the work for him. His feet landed on the barrel of the rifle, and with the stand as a fulcrum the only direction the stock of the gun had to go was up. The gun stock smacked the sniper directly in face and sent him falling to his side, the lower half of his face covered in blood trailing from his nose. This caught the attention of the other snipers near him, and they immediately took aim. He teleported away before they could riddle his body with bullets. Just before he disappeared, however, he dropped several of his smoke bombs against the ground to fill the general area with smoke.
He reappeared to the side of one of the snipers, who was struggling to find Julian in the smoke. Julian immediately struck the man on the jaw with the pommel of his cane sword, then grabbed the barrel of the sniper rifle before teleporting away. He spent the next few seconds repeating the process on all the snipers, relieving them of their rifles one by one. When he felt himself getting too overburdened, he teleported himself to the edge of helicarrier and tossed the collection of guns overboard. This did not disarm them completely, as most still had sidearms, but he planned to go for another pass to relieve them of those guns as well when they drew them. He didn’t hear Playboy’s warning about the white-clad agent and his subordinate over all the chaotic sounds of the action, not the least of which was Siren’s constant screaming. He made to teleport back toward the group of snipers, but before he could teleport he saw the force field around the entire area falling. Playboy had been successful in his side of the mission, and it was just about time to get the hell out of there. Just as he saw a white-clad man in a mask and a massive fedora walking toward them, a portal opened up in the middle of the helicarrier. He wasted no time and teleported toward his teammates, gathering them up, and teleporting them closer to the portal. He waited for the other two to jump into the gateway and followed after, finding himself among all of the other Alphas that came in before.
The thief sheathed his blade back into his cane while the portal closed behind him. He let himself fall to the floor on his backside, taking a seat. He tore off his mask and pulled back his hood and let himself collect a few heavy breaths. It had been a long time since he’d stretched his powers so thin, and he had no doubt that if the fight had gone on much further there would be hell to pay. Such hell was already creeping up on him, his muscles all throughout his body screaming at him. He looked up at his teammates.. ”If you don’t mind my saying so, that was unmitigated disaster.”
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For we are the beautiful thieves.
No one suspects at all. No one suspects.xxx
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 6:07 pm
  Luke felt inexplicably responsible for Alexandra. It didn’t make sense, from a team member standpoint. She’d been an active member of the Alpha’s way longer than he had. Shouldn’t he take orders from her since she had seniority? He stopped that train of thought when some she-devil dropped out of a tree like goddamn Batman. The caped woman was lucky that she held up an old X-Men comm, and doubly lucky that Alex seemed to know her. Any dipshit with half a brain could have filched a comm. Especially if they’d killed the original owner.
Psyche pointed out that the teams were color coded and the dark skinned plant manipulator wondered why she was stating the obvious. All of the student teams at the school had their own color scheme. When she moved her cloak and confirmed that her primary color was red, a he’d thought, he rolled his eyes. Great. Just great. As if he and Alex didn’t have enough problems. All he could really hope for was that she was one of the cool ones, like Gracie or Daylia, versus one of the crazy a** bitches like Narcissa.
Though he extra wouldn’t mind some of that hot heads fire power right about now.
He slowly relaxed as the girl carried on what probably passed for polite conversation. “Home got hit up by a random Sentinel patrol awhile back.”, he offered up as his eyes returned to scanning the perimeter. The plants in the area would warn him if they had any company close by, but after Psyche had gotten the drop on them, he didn’t exactly trust it. “Pretty much trashed it... We had to skip town not long after.”
Skip the country, really. Hello Canada.
Luke didn’t know what Psyche knew and what she didn’t. She might have been around when he was on one of the auxiliary teams, but he’d been kind of a shut in back then. Too many plants talking at the same time in his head did a crazy black man they make.
Alex asked a good question about the barrier and he waited for the answer. If SHIELD was around he could only assume they were the cause, but he didn’t want to totally put his foot in his mouth. Psyche confirmed it, and he glanced back towards his fair haired companion. She was still a little skittish, it seemed, but she was trying to hold her own. He appreciated the effort. What was supposed to be an open and shut rescue mission had turned into some scary s**t.
Luke suggested that they move on, but it didn’t seem to matter. SHIELD goons showed up anyway, barreling through the forest without any regard to what they stepped on. What were these people tracking them with? Satellites? He stopped the front man easily enough, but the fact that they’d caught up so fast made it seem like they knew exactly where they were headed.
Alex dipped off to the side to hide behind a tree, and Luke nodded in her direction. He was tempted to pull her up into the boughs of the tree for safe keeping, but that wouldn’t be good if they needed to haul a** in a hurry. “Stay safe. Be careful about poking your head out. Don’t want to see you get it taken off.”
Psyche spouted off some silly s**t about her taking eight of the men that approached and he snorted. She was a funny one. That, or she was just one more Omega clone. Because no way, ever, could an Alpha be useful or hold their own in a fight. He knew better than to argue with a woman and let it slide. The newcomer tossed Alex a rifle and he hoped the blonde girl at the very least knew how to take off the safety. Not everyone at the Academy was an expert with firearms.
Psyche gave up a plan of attack and he nodded his head, reaching out to the plant life that the soldiers would soon cross. As soon as they saw their scout that was locked up in a cage made of roots, they’d probably be a little startled. Distracting them further was a no brainer. “Can do sister.”
Then the girl started this nice little Stalin-esque speech about killing them… ********. Siren had said not to. Not to mention, it was wrong. How did this girl know they were trying to kill them? Capture seemed more likely. Especially since they trapped them, versus just carpet bombing the place. There was a reason he had rubber rounds in his gun versus live ammo. “We don’t kill—“
s**t, s**t, s**t. Psyche was already gone.
Roots erupted from the ground beneath his feet and Luke surged forward, essentially surfing across the tops as they carried him. He tried to follow the girl, but he didn’t want to give her position away. Immediately he saw three men drop and he sent a tree branch swinging down to smash into one of the others. He went flying until he hit a tree, and Luke prayed he was only unconscious. Had Psyche really just killed three people? Just like that?
Luke felt disgusted. What was the point in fighting for a better world if they became part of the problem? Vines swung down haphazardly and snatched the weapons and gear from the remaining men. He slid to a stop infront of a soldier that was looking towards the sky and punched him hard in the solar plexus. The guy doubled over, and Luke grabbed him by the helmet and smashed his knee into his face.
From there, his vines took care of him, dragging him off screaming. The soldier would find himself lashed to a tree with one of his buddies.
He moved quickly, trying to subdue the men before Psyche got her hands on them. He needed to be able to look at himself in the mirror without throwing up when they went home. He stayed with the X-Men to say he was doing something good. Not to have FUN killing people.
Just as the last soldier was dealt with there was a loud explosion far away and he watched as the barrier faded from the sky. The light disappeared in a brief honeycomb pattern, like something pixelated was shattering away. Bright light split the air not far from him and he blinked a few times in a row to get his eyes to adjust. What now?
‘Come on back to base. All of the Alpha’s are being extracted as we speak.’
He glanced down at his comm, shocked that the damn thing worked. Luke had never been happier to hear Forge’s voice, or see Manifold’s portal. He motioned for Flairer to come on out, just in case she hadn’t heard, but stopped just short of crossing over. Roots burst from the ground to block the way home. Glancing towards Psyche, their little skirmish fresh in his head, he thought it best to call her in first. “Forge…We have one additional person. She said her name is Psyche. Pulled out a s**t looking comm and she’s dressed up in an old school Omega uniform. Said she’s been looking for us for a while…”
‘She’s friendly. If she wants to come along--Bring her with you.’
Luke took the Senior X-Men’s word for it and the roots slunk back into the ground. Once they crossed through the portal, the plant manipulator allowed himself to chill out. Not everyone was back yet, but the War Room was a freaking mess. There were people monitoring things on laptops while Forge directed things from the front of the room. He looked pissed off. Manifold looked exhausted. Like opening one more portal might knock him on his back side.
“Home sweet home.”, he muttered, shouldering his rifle, before looking down at his assigned battle buddy. “You ok Alex?”
He looked around for Bella to see if he could ask her what went down, but she was MIA. He hopped she came back in one piece. He'd seen what she could do through the scope of his gun, but she still felt too nice for this kind of thing. The other guy that she’d left half in charge, Leonardo, seemed to be busy. Well… He looked over at Psyche. She was a sore thumb in a sea of blue, despite the one other Omega they’d had in their ranks.
“Do you need any help getting around? The layout ain’t hard to figure out, but it’s kind of a maze at first. I could show you to Professor Frost’s office if you want…”, he offered, scratching the back of his head.
“Or…If the Omega’s are back I could take you to Narcissa.”
He couldn’t believe that he’d just offered to go near her…But he kind of wanted to see if Gracie and Daylia were okay. He wouldn’t presume to say they were friends, though he did like them a great deal. They were funny and ate his cooking.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 3:52 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 4:06 pm
  
Rossi didn’t seem to want to take the bait, the dull p***k that he was, and she was content to ignore him. Where exactly did he get off playing at being holier than thou? Shaking her head in annoyance she waited seemingly casually for Aurelie to make an appearance. If she had known what Junior was planning, she would have demanded that the telekinetic be brought over first. Not last. Out of all of the Alpha’s with real and true combat experience… Her button-loving ballerina wasn’t one of them.
The telekinetic was essentially in a war zone without her. Unacceptable.
As Aurelie FINALLY appeared she wobbled on her feet, seeming off balance. Gunmetal blue eyes narrowed as Katerina saw blood running from her best friends’ hairline from afar. No wonder she was unsteady. The blonde assured Rossi that she was fine, and the shape shifter rolled her eyes. Of course he started paying attention when Aurelie arrived, and of course she tried to play it off… There were times when both of them could be impossible.
She followed the ballerina to the back of the room and wrapped her arms around the slim woman’s waist. Her gaze dared the Slovenian to say anything about it. For a split second she was content…Until Aurelie explained that she had acted as a shield for the rest of the Alpha’s. The shapeshifter pulled back, lips parted to respond... But she didn’t. Her jaw snapped shut with an audible click, a snarl running through her. The words that left her barely seemed human… “You should have let them die.”
“You are not their protection. I won’t have you landing in the infirmary again because these people are inbred morons...”, Katerina growled lowly, not at all caring if someone overheard. She was angry, and rightfully so. The last time Aurelie had gone above and beyond, she’d been left in the infirmary for what felt like forever.
Mostly, Katerina was upset that she hadn’t known her then. She couldn’t comfort the most important person to her, because time was cruel. It wasn’t fair, and she hated it.
That being said…She could comfort her now. She could avenge her, now.
Once again the telekinetic assured her that she would be fine. Katerina’s hard expression melted into something softer for her benefit. Not long later, Thomas proved himself to be one of those inbred morons she’d been referring to. The former HYDRA agent blew him off hard enough to pull a Peyton. Was he absolutely out of his mind? At least Aurelie had the common sense and know-how to tell him to stuff it. Of course she’d been more polite than that, but the end result was the same.
Rossi stopped what he was doing to jump into Thomas’ possible emasculation and she sneered darkly. a*****e. “I know I’m right—Don’t agree with me.”
She didn’t like when Leonardo Rossi agreed with her. As if she needed to be backed up by some two faced government reject. There he was, playing the white knight, when really… He was just as monstrous as she was. It was only a matter of time before the beast came out to play.
From there she focused on the telekinetic after throwing supplies somewhere near Thomas’ head. Katerina ignored the young woman’s protests, a fleeting smile lightening the anger in her features at the mention of getting blood out of her hair. “It’s easier than you think.”
“I’ll help you. We just need table salt and cool water… It’ll come right out.”, she informed her friend, carefully addressing the injury. Peroxide also helped, but that might lighten her hair in some spots. A weak table salt solution was best for a first try. The shape shifter was surprisingly gentle throughout, immediately pausing when Aurelie flinched or appeared uncomfortable. Once she was finished she cleaned up, only to pause when the computer screens came to life.
Aurelie asked who the man on the screen was, and she glared when Rossi responded. Everyone always went on about how HYDRA would turn on their own for advancement, but it wasn’t as if SHIELD didn’t do the same thing. Yet, they were the ‘good guys’. “Friends of yours?”, she questioned Rossi dryly, noting that he’d seemed to know the woman.
Renaissance Man called for Stone and the others as she’d requested, leaving her to mull over the newest player in the game.
“He’s a mercenary…”, Katerina explained to Aurelie a little better. Rossi was an idiot. Telling her that his name was Scourge might as well have been telling her that his name was Snowflake. “He works for whomever pays him the most… I thought that SHIELD would have been against that kind of contract…”
To be fair, part of SHIELD was HYDRA anyway.
“But clearly I was wrong. If you see him mi carissima…You run the other way.”
It wasn’t often that Katerina displayed a healthy dose of fear or respect for an individual. Being returned to HYDRA frightened her. But for her to express such things for one person….It was unsettling. “If he really has captured them… He will hurt them. He will kill them. Likely one at a time to encourage our…Cooperation.”
Katerina remained close to Aurelie as Rossi continued to hail the team on the carrier. He was right in thinking that she didn’t care much about their safety. She didn’t give a damn about Junior, Stone, or the one with the stupid codename. She cared about getting Aurelie out of there in one piece. She could shift into something miniscule and make her get away…Aurelie could not. Katerina would NOT leave her.
Just when she began to wonder if they’d really been stupid enough to get captured, the barrier went down. The Alpha’s were swept back to the compound without a trace, save for the mayhem and confusion that usually followed. Katerina lost herself in the fray once the doctors started arriving. It was easy to disappear when everyone was looking the other way, waiting for the rest of the team to make an appearance. She slipped away once she realized that Aurelie would be well taken care of, careful to move only when the Slovenian held her attention.
Aurelie could be too perceptive for her own good, from time to time.
Katerina fell back into old patterns…Old habits that let her follow a target without being noticed. Anger filled her heart the longer she waited for Isabella to arrive. Aurelie should not have been placed in a position where the entire team depended on her. She was sweet…Gentle. Perfect. She would have felt obligated to protect the Alpha’s, regardless the trauma it caused her. She could have put herself in a coma. Weren’t telekinetics prone to those? Her stomach turned at the thought.
A good leader should have seen a trap coming a mile away. Rossi should have seen it instantly. They were HIS people attacking them. In retrospect, she should have seen it as well… But she wasn’t in the habit of blaming herself when there were other perfectly culpable parties to take the fall. Into the briefing room Stone went… And Katerina shifted in the shadows, growing taller, her uniform melting away to form the standard gear Rossi preferred. Disgusted with herself as she became her enemy, she examined his person with equal amounts of disdain.
Honestly, she couldn’t see what all the fuss was about. He was decent looking she supposed…But a little too thin for her tastes. Scrawny came to mind. Twiggy. The door to the briefing room opened and Summers walked by, barely sparing her a glance. Goody for her that he seemed to have other things on his mind. Imitating Rossi in front of One-Eye wouldn’t be TOO difficult, considering his usual level of predictability—but she’d rather not wear his skin any longer than she had to.
The door to the briefing room opened again and the shape shifter entered. Katerina wrapped her arms around the smaller woman when she came close, knowing instinctively that this was where she felt safe. She found it intensely peculiar that Rossi was her haven. Didn’t she know what he was? Did it just not matter? Stone, the little fool, trusted Rossi entirely too much. Katerina could feel that her guard had dropped completely at the sight of his face. The unfeeling mask she’d drawn up for field work melted like snow in the spring. She mentioned being shot by a man in white, and Katerina sighed. “His name is Scourge. His weapon causes your nervous system to go haywire… It’s temporary paralysis.”
Never had Katerina thought she’d have something to thank that b*****d for. His loss, was her gain.
The former HYDRA agent was unprepared for the unspoken well of emotion that followed. Stone looked at this man in a way Katerina could not describe. It was warm. Welcoming. It made her uncomfortable and a little ill. The Siren had spoken of little more than the mission, but it was clear she expected Rossi to see past it. To feel it. Katerina did not. Stone was so weak willed, so mild and forgiving, that this hunt felt entirely pathetic… Like killing a rabbit in captivity.
For a moment Katerina considered letting her go. There was something about her that momentarily stilled her murderous intentions. That is, until she mentioned checking on Aurelie. Stone had no right to speak her name. The thought of what could have happened coupled with the need to punish Rossi overwhelmed her. Her hand found the woman’s throat before she knew what she was doing. The memory of what the Siren had done to X-21 caused her to squeeze tighter. The look of absolute betrayal in her eyes made Katerina smirk. She knew from experience that particular pain was almost worse than being denied breath. “…Is something wrong?”
“Are you choking?”, Katerina questioned, the deep baritone that escaped her matching Rossi’s voice completely. The words were different. There was an edge of darkness to it, things that he wouldn’t say, but the shape shifter did good work. She’d spent a lifetime confusing people using their loved ones… Stone and Rossi would be no different. Tears meant nothing to her. “I think you’re confused…”
There was a faint hum in the air, something she could feel in deep in her bones. The metal table and chairs seemed to be moving across the floor, and the glass in the two way mirror across from them began to crack. Her head ached and she felt something warm and wet drip from her nose. Her grip lessened for a moment as dizziness swept over her, but just as the Siren called out one hoarse word ‘Leo’ she redoubled her efforts. She would finish the job. “You’re not choking. Choking is something you do when you eat too fast. As I’m crushing your windpipe—What I’m doing is actually referred to as strangling.”
‘So die.’
Katerina had a harder time holding on to Rossi’s form as the Siren did whatever her witchy little powers did. She’d never cared to fully understand them, though she knew the basics from a professional standpoint. Sometimes she lost her grip, but she wasn’t above clocking the brunette to disorient her to get it back. She was stronger as a man, than she was as a woman. The shapeshifter didn’t realize that Stone had managed to call for the real Rossi across that half of the base. She thought the woman had been trying to appeal to his right mind. She also had no way of knowing that the Siren’s ability was showing outside of the briefing room, sending things toppling off of shelves, affecting equipment. She wouldn’t have cared either way.
Stone was weak. Half incapacitated from the fight. This was the best chance Katerina would get.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 4:53 pm
▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ Agent Drew had recognized the voice on the other side of the monitor. She knew the man that had called to her, his tone full of something unnameable. She knew that Leonardo Rossi had accepted a position elsewhere after he’d withdrawn from SHIELD…But she’d never imagined him working alongside the X-Men. Charles Xavier had always denied having his own army...But that seemed to be exactly what they were looking at. The Agent felt more resigned about this mission more than she ever had. Enlisting assistance from the ‘ private sector’ was a mistake. As evidenced by the complete messes they were making… The mutants would never surrender peacefully now. Not after Scourge had threatened them. To that end she’d already given the so called terrorists the only assistance she could offer. Give up. She didn’t want to spill any unnecessary blood—but she would follow orders. “It’s a portal—See if we can track the origin.”, she directed the agent to her left, who began rattling off orders to their on board science department. It had been done before, but not without difficulty. Jessica knew that the geniuses below deck would try their best, but had already accepted the fact that it was probably a crapshoot. “Keep scanning for signs of life with an active X-Gene.”
She doubted they’d find anything. If they had access to that kind of travel, she suspected a full scale evacuation. “Gather our wounded and begin repairs. I want to be back in friendly airspace before the sun goes down.”
“The higher ups are going to want a report Scourge…They won’t be happy.” Scourge holstered his weapon as he stared at the point in which a dimensional doorway had disappeared with his prize. None of the SHIELD agents could see his face behind the mask, but the unnatural stillness that surrounded him made them wary. He’d shot more than a few of their brothers in arms in an attempt to subdue the mutant terrorists they were sent to capture. Those closest to him managed not to flinch when he turned to look at Agent Drew. “If you’d have let me rig the base…This would be done.” “If I let you do that—You’d have killed half my men. We’d also have to explain that to the MRD.”, Agent Drew pointed out calmly, brushing dark hair over her shoulder. This was her ship, not his. Scourge might be steering them for the time being…But she’d not lose everything she’d spent so long building, just so some psychopath could get his jollies.
“We failed because you keep getting in my way.”, the man growled as he turned and walked past the shapely woman, obviously angry. His shoulder deliberately bumped into her, stance unapologetic as he brushed by. Some of the agents readied their weapons on his person, just waiting for Agent Drew to give them the green light. “You make the report.”
“I need to make contact with my…”, Scourge paused, as if trying to figure out what to call the other mercenaries on various SHIELD carriers. “Team.”
“Perhaps they had better luck than we did. If not—We need a new plan. This won’t work twice.” Hell, it hadn't worked the first time. It was impossible to prepare for every mutant ability on the spectrum, though they tried. Sometimes it would let them win, sometimes that variable would cause them to lose. Scourge didn't really care about the reasoning... He just hated to lose. He always got his prize, by any means necessary. ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ S.H.I.E.L.D
(Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.)
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S.H.I.E.L.D.
(Saviours of Humanity by Intervention in the Evolution of Life-form Deviants) Which side are you on? ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ Note: This post pertains to the Alphas.
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 12:12 pm
Aʆєxaηdra Ӎaʀiʆèηє AgηèȿCodename:Flairer ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ (()) She nodded, acknowledging Madison’s codename preference. “Psyche it is.” She smiled faintly before noticing the deep blood red color in the inner lining of Madison’s cloak. Now she could see why the two weren’t overly familiar with each other. “Guess it has always been that way.” She mused more so to herself than to the two by her. When she wasn’t on the juniors, her team had a color as well. Colors appeared to be the easiest way to differentiate one team from another.
Luke answered Madison’s implicit question for her. No need to elaborate further all things considering. Though, if Madison did want more details, they could probably get to that another time. Now probably wasn’t the best time to get into all the details of the unexpected attack.
Since Madison acted like she knew a thing or two about their situation, she decided to ask a question about the barrier. Madison quickly confirmed that S.H.I.E.L.D was involved. Sounded like just one more group that didn’t like mutants and wanted them gone. Why couldn’t everyone just get along? A naïve thought, but such a possibility actually occurring would make things simpler for everyone. At least, she thought so. She sighed softly to herself as it became quickly clear they had uninvited guests.
Alex moved off behind a tree to try and keep herself from being a hindrance. Luke acknowledged her decision and gave her some sound advice. “You stay safe too. Both of you.” She made sure to include Madison in there, not wanting to leave her out.
Madison quickly started to come up with a plan. It sounded good to her at first. That is, until Madison tossed a rifle at her. She lifted her arms up to catch the rifle, feeling the weapon bump against her chest and causing her to grunt. “Um….” What was she to say to that? No? No way? Her eyes widened and looked between Madison and the gun. “I have…never wielded a gun.” She ended up going with honesty. There had never been a need for her to do such before.
“I am willing to learn though!” Alex blurted out with flustered cheeks. She swallowed and glanced down at the gun. “It is just…an aim and shoot kind of deal right? Like at those carnivals?” She asked, but her questions likely got drowned out in Madison continuing to explain her plan of action. As if she needed to look more like a moron. She sighed loudly and gripped the rifle close to her chest, listening carefully to what Madison wanted them to do.
At the unexpected suggestion, her eyes widened and her mouth gapped. Did Madison suggest to kill? She thought they weren’t supposed to go around and do that. Stun, knock-out, sneak around, non-lethal methods. Never purposefully end the life of another. But, Madison had suggested the exact opposite. Luckily, Luke started to mention their matching sentiment. Unfortunately, Madison had go back into the trees and likely missed his comment.
“Forrest…” She started to say, hoping he would try and stop unnecessary slaughter. He surged forward away from her and went in the direction Madison went. All she could do was stand there with the rifle in hand. She could hear the sounds of a skirmish between the soldiers and the two allies with her hearing. While none of the noises sounded like they were coming her way, she did find herself looking down at the rifle. She shifted the rifle in her grasp and examined the piece of metal.
Her finger pressed itself against the trigger lightly. As she dared to put more pressure on the trigger, she clenched her eyes shut and made sure to aim the gun away from her. Might as well try and see if she could do this, right? However, when her finger pressed the trigger as far back as it would go, nothing happened. If anything, it felt like trigger was….stuck? Alex opened her eyes and looked down at the gun. Shouldn’t it have fired a bullet by her doing that?
Alex moved the rifle back and forth with a raised eyebrow on her face. “I must be missing something….” She frowned. Before she could examine the weapon further, she jumped at hearing an explosion. Her enhancement switched from her hearing to her eyesight. A sigh of relief escaped her at seeing the barrier gone from the prison. “Thank goodness.” Whatever had caused the barrier to go away didn’t matter. What mattered now was making sure everyone was safe.
It seemed she didn’t have to ask anyone when Forge talked through the comm. She grinned at realizing everything was going to be okay now. “We are going home.” She whispered softly to herself. Now she could see Luke nearby motioning for her to come out. She came out from her hiding spot and walked over towards Luke. She kept silent, yet did tilt her head when Luke blocked the portal home. Only when he talked to Forge over the comm did she understand his reasoning for doing so.
After that was cleared up, Alex crossed through the portal back into the War room. Her muscles relaxed and she allowed her eyesight to go back to normal. Her eyelids felt a bit droopy, feeling the exhaustion of her power catching up with her. But, as long as it was just fatigue, she could handle it for now. “Just tired.” She heard Luke ask and answered him back. “How about yourself? Are you alright?” She asked him in return with a tired smile on her face.
Luke started talking to Madison while she tried to figure out what she planned to do. Likely just go to her room and sleep off the fatigue. As she contemplated if she needed to do anything else before that, she heard Bella talking to them about the mission and current updates. She frowned at hearing the other rescue mission had the same result. “Why are they doing this?” She asked out loud with a frown. “It is not right.” Why did people have to go to such deception just to get what they wanted?
She looked back over at Luke and Madison, doing her best to smile now. “I can help too if you want. Otherwise, I believe you are in safe hands with Luke.”Alex didn’t know if Madison wanted all the hovering considering she wasn’t entirely new to all of this. But, up to Madison on that one. ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ "We will drink our fill of Alpha
Then, of golden sunshine that spills into Outside the Prison Camp // War Room
Till our brains intertwine with Luke-Forrest and Madison-Psyche "
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2016 11:15 am
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•⁞ Omega, More or Less - War Room to Locker Room to Armory - High School Reunion ⁞•
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The attack on the SHIELD agents had gone surprisingly well, Maddy thought. Despite Forrest’s hesitation to do what Maddy knew had to be done, he had at least kept up his end of the bargain and done well as a distraction. The boy managed to take out a fair few of the agents himself. The elemental users were always a fair sight to behold. Not that she would tell them that, but there was something to be said about having the power to snatch a group up in vines, freeze somebody in their tracks, or cause a tornado. They ones Forrest had gotten too certainly made more noise screaming than her targets.
Maddy still could not remember if Flairer had even fired that gun, during the moment. Hopefully she had, but it might have been too much to ask. If she had, it was likely mixed up in the gunfire of the agents. The girl seemed fairly timid, which Maddy again was not too surprised by given that she was an Alpha. If a fully armed squad hadn’t been coming for them Maddy might have considered the girl cute, then. The fact that Alex was just as concerned about Maddy slaying a few of those agents was lost on her.
In any case, the group of them did not have to stand their ground for long. Maddy had circled around a lone soldier, left spinning frantically trying to keep vines at bay as one of his counterparts went flying away screaming with a vine wrapped around his waist. Maddy had jumped the last soldier from behind, two psy-blades in her hands, stabbing them in the man’s lower back. He dropped down fast, as a flash of light broke the sky like lightening. The barrier, had, apparently dropped then, as her old comm crackled back to life. She guessed word had gotten back to the others, as their extract was ready almost instantly.
Flairer had come out of her hiding spot, after, looking pale as a ghost. If anything, Maddy felt like she was the one who had the right to be exhausted. But Forge’s voice was a welcome relief. What wasn’t, however, was the wall of roots that burst up in front of her, inches from her face, spraying dirt and who knows what else on her. Who the hell did this kid think he was? And this was the treatment he gave her after she had saved their asses from snipers and a death squad. It was all she could do not to shove a psy-blade up his a** just then.
Finally, back in the war room, Maddy let out a long breath. She had mostly gotten used to using portals, but it had been a long time. And the War Room was as busy as could imagine, with the chaos of what had happened to the Alphas on their, honestly, failed mission. Old, recognizable voices mixed in with the new ones she did not know. She stood there, awkwardly for a moment, trying to get her bearings. The room had the same feel as the one from the Mansion in New York, but everything looked like it had been assembled in some haste, after they abandoned their old home.
An indignant look crossed her face when Luke came up to her asking her if she wanted the grand tour. Normally she would have just accepted so as not to insult him, but the girl really did not care at that point about saving the boy’s feelings. “I’ll figure it out. You probably have other things to deal with,,” she said simply as she turned away from him, although she did give Alexandra a small smile as she passed.
Some others besides Gabriel and Alex had noticed her presence amongst all the activity in the room, apparently, as Isabella’s voice floated to her ears. Of, course, next, Maddy felt the shove in her brain that she had always despised, her own mind pushing back against it. ‘You really ought to come speak with me,’ the voice in her mind said, the fake English accent lilting along that would have given anyone who did not know Emma Frost the impression that she was all prim and proper. Maddy gave the mental impression that she would see her, eventually, before shoving the presence out of her mind rather forcefully. Maddy had gotten the distinct impression that the woman just enjoyed invading her mind because of how much she knew the Maddy hated it. As if they didn’t have communicators for a reason.
If anything Maddy would be trying to see a few faces she actually wanted to see first, but, racking her brain, that list was a rather short one. She supposed she could go and bother Narcissa if worst came to worse. If she was here, of course. What she wanted now, she was quickly realizing, was a fresh pair of clothes and somewhere to sleep—neither of which she had really planned out. She hadn’t exactly been expecting to find or hitch a ride back with the X-Men, as it were. But if the lay-out were anything like the old mansion, she was likely to find a lab somewhere around the war-room. Knowing McCoy and Forge they would probably have a cot there, if she couldn’t steal a real room.
Stepping out into the hall alone, Maddy allowed herself to yawn. She glanced about, and decided just to walk to her left, finding the women’s locker room around the corner. Each locker had some person’s codename scrawled on it, some Maddy recognized, some she did not. That didn’t stop her from pilfering through them however, eventually finding a pair of grey “Xavier Institute” sweatpants and a black tank-top that didn’t smell of sweat from the locker with Skadi’s name on it. She changed, slowly, and ended up tossing her uniform and boots haphazardly into an empty locker, scrawling her name into the metal door with a psy-blade. As she looked in the mirror, she realized that she looked as disheveled as she felt, Skadi’s clothing hanging loosely off of her. Maddy was basically a twig in comparison to the other archer. She ruffled her hair until it was at least a presentable mess.
When the girl finally left the locker room, Maddy did so slowly, padding her way out barefooted, and holding her bow lightly in her left hand as she looked around. She opened some doors, lazily exploring, though nobody noticed her as she stuck her head in the infirmary. She made her way around the floor, finally coming across the armory, thinking to drop off her bow. When the doors swung open, though, the small blonde mass of sass and fire that was Narcissa Grace stepped out, to Maddy's surprised. A thought to walk up unnoticed an shout in her ear crossed Maddy's mind, before immediately remembering that she enjoyed having her limbs not burnt to a crisp.
That caution disappeared an instant later as Narcissa passed, when Maddy saw the mess of curly hair and suction cups beyond her. “SQUID-BOY,” she shouted, twice as loud as necessary, dramatically pointing at Jacen among the small crowd of faces.
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↣ ₩ alked on off to another spot xxxxxxxxxxxxx
↣ Ṧ t i l l haven't gotten anywhere that I want
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↣ Ḍ id I want l o v e? Did I want to know?
xxxxxxxxxxxxx↣ ₩ hy does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2016 9:21 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 1:33 am
  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtear me into s h r e d s
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xxxxxxxp u n c h me in the ribsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ New York → Armory ✖
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xCharlie and Christian followed Kerrigan back into the mall without much thought. And luckily it didn’t take long to find their missing teammates. They seemed to be handling themselves okay, but a little backup couldn’t hurt.
Bumping into Gracie had the girls joking around about it, at his expense. He offered the brunette an apologetic smile and her features seemed to forgive him. Kerrigan calling out the time urged them to move out, but before they could get too far Daylia stopped to hurl. He’d asked whether she felt better, trying to keep spirits light. He gave her a friendly smile when she replied.
Kerrigan again tried to get them moving, but they had already taken too long. Their petite blonde leader made her entrance by blasting some nearby MRD. They all fell into the positions Narcissa had given them and he asked Daylia if she needed a piggyback. He’d meant it innocently, remembering that they had asked if Christian could give her a ride. A slightly uncomfortable chuckle broke his features at Gracie’s comment. “I, uh...”
Daylia’s answer grabbed his attention before he had to find an appropriate response to her friend but when Christian bumped into her she nearly fell over. Intent on keeping her on her feet, even as she grabbed his shoulder, an arm hooked around her to stop her fall. He didn’t let go until he knew she was steady, shaking his head at her apology. “Not a problem.”
“Are you sure you don’t need a hand?” If they needed to make a quick escaped he supposed he could throw her over his shoulder. She didn’t look very heavy. But until then he’d let her have her way.
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As he noted Gracie and Daylia heading off to the infirmary, Charlie offered the girls a friendly smile and a wave. He did want to get to know more of the team, and they seemed like a fun pair, but couldn’t part with Christian as he began to transform. He was sure they would have plenty of chances to get together again in the future anyway.
Charlie had seen his friend’s transformation enough that it wouldn’t seem to faze him. Even if he still recognized it as gross, he’d been desensitized enough that he could watch without so much as flinching. Narcissa stole their attention, informing that Christian did need to go to the infirmary. The werewolf voiced his opinion on the matter in a single word and Charlie couldn’t help bobbing his head as he silently agreed.
Did anyone ever want to go to the infirmary? They’d survived their first mission with almost no injuries - Charlie had taken a few hits and Christian nailed with a tranq dart, but all in all they had come out in pretty good shape considering the battlezone that the mall had become. Idealy they would have grabbed something to eat and relaxed for the rest of the night, but after all they had heard of their team leader neither one of them wanted to get on her bad side over something so simple.
He almost considered ditching his friend to get out of it - he hadn’t been told to go to the infirmary after all - but it didn’t seem right celebrating their first mission without him.
The probability adept smiled as Kerrigan admitted that he and his werewolf companion had done well on their first mission. His expression faded only slightly when the ‘but’ rolled out of the redhead’s mouth. Regardless of whether he’d gotten the answer he wanted, a soft chuckle escaped Charlie when Kerrigan expressed concern that a reward now might go to his head.
“Alright, alright...” He conceded, “It’s not like I haven’t worked hard for everything else I have already. I wouldn’t want anyone going easy on me now.”
The mention of scheduling their sparring match perked him up, despite knowing that his best friend would be betting against him. “I guess that makes me the underdog. And I always cheer for the underdog.” Who didn’t like to see the underdog win?
A hand on his shoulder drew his attention away from the challenge at hand and hazel eyes turn to Christian. “You okay, bud?” It was simple enough to piece what was happening together, especially as the Californian admitted that going to the infirmary was a better idea than he’d initially thought. As Christian suddenly seemed he might topple over, Charlie instinctively moved in to act as his friend’s crutch. “Easy...” he uttered while assuring that he had a good grip on Christian.
He offered his friend a smile when he started bargaining for some help getting to the infirmary. “Make it a week and it’s a deal.” he negotiated, not moving a muscle until his friend agreed to his terms. He’d gone easy on him, he could have easily gotten more out of the deal considering Christian couldn’t get anywhere without him. But they both knew that Charlie would’ve carried him to the infirmary regardless of whether or not he would get anything out of it. They were more than just friends, the two were essentially brothers.
He’d never leave Christian behind.
“Sorry, Ker, we’ve gotta go. Unless you’re heading that way too.” She seemed fine, he wouldn’t assume she was going the same way as them but she could definitely tag along if she was.
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