Finding the two girls Kerrigan had wanted them to escort was easy enough, give or take a rough landing and a lucky tranquilizer shot. He was lucky these MRD weren’t anticipating a werewolf to be among them, else their tranq shots would be properly dosed with the right amount to actually take him down: in his current state, drowsiness and clumsiness were the only dangers of such a shot, unless more shots were fired at him (which he wouldn’t doubt, given the human nature to shoot repeatedly at something frightening). Luckily, his cash register fireback seemed to scare off future shots for a time, which was enough for Christian’s group to catch up and regroup. Their VIPs were quick to make light of their situation (his specifically), and it was his lack of speech that frustrated the wolf. He couldn’t have the satisfaction of responding, even with sign language: it’s only useful when people actually understand you. He could only give an exaggerated shrug when Jinx thanked him for taking one for the team, turning his head and itching at where the tranq shot had hit him, already feeling the area go numb.
There were numerous concessions being made to get them moving faster (some playful and some playing with the term ‘playful’),, but it wasn’t until Narcissa herself showed up that they really got things going: positions, paces, and threats. Charlie had the additional worry about avoiding puke as Daylia righted herself, and Christian had no obligation to offer piggyback rides now that his condition was deteriorating. Making it to the portal was suddenly that much more doable with Narcissa leading them, since half of their group was already hindered.
-----Back on Base-----
It was easy to forget where he was when he was reverting back to his human form, as calling the process painful was a disservice. It was so many things all rolled into one drawn out transformation that involved the simultaneous loss and gain of his wolf and human traits: bones shifting back to his human form, his sense flaring up and slowly become less intense, feeling himself growing smaller, etc. It was easy to assume that for him, things happened gradually during transformations, when really, it was mix of graduals and instantaneous changes. Within the span of three seconds, he could slowly hear less and less, then suddenly have an intense sense of hearing that nearly deafens him at not adjusting, while slowly feeling both hot and cold and wet and dry. Pain was certainly a feeling that came and went during it all, but to reduce it to that was not helpful.
Even when his transformation was over, even after this was a sequence he went through several hundred (maybe even thousands?) of times, he became a person when he wanted to be, and it was usually never immediately after resembling most like a human. Add to the haze of transformation the dulling of his being from the tranquilizer he was shot with, and forgetting he was even ‘home’ was very likely. That was the excuse he would’ve given to one Aren, who asked whether or not his condition was as painful as it seemed and was largely ignored. As he stood up and tried to regain his bearings however, he finally noticed the native’s presence in the room...only to react to his hands and feet growing in size before reverting to normal. He gave one deliberate blink, remembering that a size shifter was in fact on their team, before looking away. “That’s just weird.” He said under his breath, entirely missing the irony of his statement.
Narcissa giving them all the shakedown on the mission’s results were lukewarm: it was about as congratulatory as a suckerpunch, but he’d been used enough to their leader that he could at least expect something like this. Safe for a few scrapes and bruises, everyone was fine and no one died. That was victory enough. Still, there was the order given that those injured needed to go to the infirmary, and after a quick inquiry of whether or he not he needed to (to which Narcissa clearly outlined that his sedated a** was not exempt), Christian relented and accepted the medical ward sentence.
Christian and his good friend made their way to Kerrigan, who gave them a grade and some words of advice to Charlie particularly who had the notion of a reward on his head. They also had the matter of their sparring match to schedule, to which Charlie was seen as the underdog. Kerrigan also pointed out that unlike Rocky, Charlie lived in a fictional world and thus the real world didn’t always favor the underdog. “Okay, dude, you need to train with “Eye of the Tiger” playing in the background now. It’s destiny.” the werewolf pleaded with his friend, the movie reference almost enough to get him to switch his bet over to Charlie.
Unfortunately, the dallying couldn’t linger for too long as the sedative in his system was finally starting to kick in, since his human body didn’t have the same girth as his werewolf form, and it took what little balance he had left in him to stay standing, using Charlie as a quick crutch who thankfully kept him standing as well. The infirmary was no longer a simple option: he needed it, cause he never figured out the effects of a tranquilizer on his form and didn’t want to know what some of the negative side effects were. He bargained with Charlie for his continued assistance to get there, and after some increased favor in Charlie’s side, Christian made the somewhat hefty payment. “Urgh, fine. Two weeks.”
Charlie left an invitation for Kerrigan to join them in the infirmary, but she wisely backed out: given that Narcissa had been explicit in the injured going to the infirmary, it was likely to be packed. Christian nodded to Kerrigan, giving a brief wave goodbye before turning to Charlie. “If the doctor tells me to turn my head and cough, you figure out some way to get me out of there. I am not gonna be sedated and have my junk grabbed.”
They slowly made their way to the infirmary, passing by their new recruit Alice on the way there, but Christian offering nothing but a passing wave to her, afraid of having some of his words slur out. Thankfully, the infirmary wasn’t too cramped, and from the looks of the inhabitants inside...it seemed the Alphas had made it back from their own mission. One of them seemed to have a messy issue with their blood, as the blood trails that were leading inside gave the impression of a grisly murder scene. “Please tell me there isn’t a corpse in here, I wouldn’t be able to handle the smell on top of this nausea.” He called into the room, adjusting his sluggish stance on Charlie as he ran his free hand over his mouth and nose.. “Just put me in a bed that doesn’t have someone in it, man. ”
Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2016 6:51 pm
Roland Anton Chevalier Location: Med Bay/Kerrigan’s Dorm Thoughts: Getting the hell out of there, and off to something enjoyable!
The brute was careful in his examination, taking note not to exacerbate Alice’s any further. Despite the near bear paws he had, he was careful with each and every poke and prod. He breathed gently as he examined. Best way to diagnose broken ribs was to identify pain when the patient breathed in, or when you pressed on the injured area. Sure, he could ask her to twist her body, but judging by her reaction to his touch as well as her pained features with each breath, he was fairly accurate in his diagnosis. Plus, if he did ask he was pretty sure that she’d try and kill him. Grabbing a cold pack he was just trying to ease the pain till Elixir arrived. This certainly would not have been the first time he’d ever seen broken ribs.
Christ knows how many times he’d had to do the same thing to himself. Of course, he wished he had a gold-skinned healer to patch him up each time he went through that hell.
He took note of the relief that came to Alice as the pack touched her skin. She offered a rather interesting form of gratitude to the big guy. He simply nodded in recognition and stepped back. As long as she was doing alright, he did his job. The arrival of a newcomer didn’t incite much in the fighter. He looked like he was a newcomer who came in right before they all got back. He nodded towards him when Blake did his introductions. The new guy asked for instruction on the use of his communicator. Checking his phone, Kerrigan had texted him asking if he could meet her at her room. Smirking, he placed his phone in his pocket and started to make his way towards her. Before he did so, he approached the Greenhorn and showed him his communicator.
Placing a finger on the talk button, he went through a quick tutorial, pointing to each button along the device“Press to talk, release to stop transmission. Use the dial here to adjust frequency, which we don’t often do unless ordered. Inside the device is a tracker allowing us to pinpoint your location on mission should something go wrong. I’d love to stick around but I have a lovely redhead I must be attending to. Pleasure to meet you, likewise Alice.”
Making his way, he realized that in all the excitement the big guy really needed to change. He’d been rolling around in the dirt and crap fighting those two officers in the park and he had picked up a bit of a sweat. Moving into a bit of a jog he stripped his shirt off as he flew back to his room. Applying a healthy amount of deodorant and cologne he threw on a clean shirt as he very quickly made his way to Kerrigan
Finally making it, he smiled as he saw her come out of her room. He spoke up, calling to her “Hey.” his eyes flickered a bit as he got close to her, offering a gentle hug. “How was your adventure into the city? New guys any good?” he was curious about them, if he was going to fight alongside them it did not hurt to have an idea of just who exactly he was fighting with.
Hell, maybe he could learn something from them.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2016 1:07 am
TWO DAYS LATER
[OOC: Keep in mind that you are welcome to back post and finish any interactions you were working on--There are definitely some I'm looking forward to... But we need to carry on. Just separate your old post from your new post with a "timeskip" note--Just like we usually do. Ask if you have questions.]
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Two days have passed since the X-Men were ambushed by S.H.I.E.L.D. on their rescue missions at various MRD staffed holding facilities. In the time that has gone by, the Senior X-Men have been fairly tight lipped about how they were compromised. This is mostly due to the fact that there isn’t much information to share. Technologically speaking, Forge is in intuitive genius, and is capable of creating some of the most advanced data mining programs on the planet. He has taken the failure personally, convinced it must be some kind of information leak. He doesn’t believe the possibility of a mole. Forge was also the one to analyze and confirm most of the mission data. It isn’t often that something gets by him. He won’t forget it anytime soon.
His biggest fear is that their location could have been discovered. It is not yet safe to return to Greymalkin Lane, and the X-Men do not have the option of another secret bunker. Headmaster Summers and Headmistress Frost are currently assessing arguments for and against their continued intervention in human affairs. Emma wants to evaluate their own house before trying to deal with the continued fall out of the Registration Act. She believes that the junior teams need more training before they are expected to return to the field. Scott believes that it is their duty to protect the outside world, even if it means protecting it from themselves. Emma believes him noble, but foolish. She lost the entirety of the Massachusetts Academy student body, and doesn’t intend for that to happen again.
S.H.I.E.L.D. has contracted several mercenaries to help deal with the X-Men. Their men are mostly unequipped, and spread too thin, to handle mutant threats on such a large scale. This was proven by the mass execution that was known as Genosha. Considering that the mercenaries were sent to capture the rogue mutants alive wound up open firing on them with live rounds, it is possible that S.H.I.E.L.D. has gotten in over their heads. Director Nick Fury was not consulted in the decision made to send meta-humans against the X-Men. This choice, as well as the utilization of Sentinels for a second time, came from the Council of Twelve.
Headmaster Summers, in light of the destruction of Genosha, held a tenuous truce with Director Fury. Neither side wanted a repeat of the devastation that ended both human and mutant life in mass quantities. That truce very well may be at an end.
The Junior X-Men have been encouraged to utilize the underground facility to its fullest potential. There are many areas of their temporary home that they are allowed to explore. There are maps available to all of them, embedded in their communicators. Professor Summers has temporarily assumed control of the Alpha Team. Some students may enjoy his training sessions, some might not. He can be a very tough taskmaster. Statements have been taken from any student willing to come forward about who and what they saw on the botched missions. Between the Alphas, Fyre, and the Wolverine they were able to accurately identify three dangerous soldiers for hire working alongside S.H.I.E.L.D. Scourge, Crossbones, and Ghost. It is possible that Ghost was partially responsible for providing the X-Men with false data.
When the Senior X-Men have any concrete information, they will fill in their Junior counterparts. Until then, life has returned to the new status quo. They train, go to classes, and somehow, try to survive each other while living under the same roof.
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MAPS for REFERENCE:
NOTE: THE NEW FACILITY IS UNDERGROUND. THE FIRST FLOOR IS CLOSEST TO THE SURFACE, THE REST OF THE FLOORS GO DOWN. THE SEVENTH FLOOR WOULD BE THE ONE DEEPEST IN THE EARTH.
We are now located in Alberta Canada, more precisely near Alkali Lake. (Some of the more knowledgeable characters may recognize this location as the Old Weapon X Facility. Logan will be especially crabby.) The facility is also completely underground, entirely hidden from anything that might fly over it. It is indeed the old Weapon X facility redesigned and mad habitable. X-Men and Students are initially being brought over through the use of some of X-Jets, but once everyone is situated, the Jets will not be utilized frequently.
Gateway and Eden Fesi will be arriving shortly, and will stay at the facility not only for protection, but to facilitate safe transportation.
Dorm listings may remain the same as the bedrooms on the maps are not numbered--However, there are both single and double rooms available. Rooms are claimed by registering your handprint on the scanner outside the door. You can program it to admit whomever you wish, but generally the doors will only open for a team leader, senior x-men member, or the owner of the room.
You will see a white space in the middle of most of the maps--This is a mezzanine in which characters will actually be able to see from one side to the other. There are railings and force fields for safety purposes. The only exception would be the top floor, which is utilized as a hanger, and the very bottom floor which offers a lighted pool. There is a glass plate to keep students from sending spit wads down to innocent swimmers.
Most of the facility is free access--However some areas are restricted.
1st Floor (Hangar) xxxxxxRestricted Access: The X-Jets, Weaponry, Security Booths 2nd Floor xxxxxxRestricted Access: Emma's Office, Scott's Office, Staff Offices (Unless prior permission has been given.) 3rd, 4th, and 5th Floor Dorms xxxxxxAll Areas Free Access 6th Floor xxxxxxAll Areas Free Access 7th Floor xxxxxxRestricted Access: War Room, Cerebro, Armory, Forge & Dr McCoy's Lab, Holding Cells, ER Exit Area, Surgical Area of Infirmary, Training Sim, Indoor Garden
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Name: Isabella Stone Location: X-Men Facility - Medical Bay Team: Alpha
“I told you—Just let me talk to Cyclops for you. He’s always been grumpy about transfer paperwork.”
Blake could be soooooo stubborn. Why wouldn’t he let her help? Isabella laughed happily when the cowboy made up some cheesy line about how he’d deal with Summers in his own time. The songstress dripped a french fry in her chocolate milkshake, legs swinging fancifully to and fro under the cafeteria table. She couldn’t have been more content. Sharing a meal with her favorite people was something she longed to do, but rarely had time for. The Siren glanced at Leo, as usual, gauging his mood. He’d been quiet for the most part, but that wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. She deliberately let her body sway to the side so that she bumped her shoulder none too gently with his. “Oops.”
Her far from innocent expression made the animal mimic crack a smile, though he didn’t quite seem to understand her silliness. She was happy for whatever reason. That was the way he wanted her to be. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the way things were meant to be. “It’s time, you know.” “Time for what?”, Isabella questioned curiously, munching on the salty-sweet treat that had temporarily captured her attention. Blake reached over and stole a fry, to which she teasingly slapped the back of his hand. “Thieves lost fingers back in the old days you know...”
The Texan stuffed the fry in his mouth with a grin and then reached for another. The songstress allowed it, but didn’t spare him the stink eye. “Bells… It’s time.”, Leo piped up again, though this time, urgency laced his tone. The ever compassionate woman stopped messing around and focused on the dark haired man. He seemed upset about something, and it broke her heart to see him that way. It was such a lovely day. Why did he look so worried? “Time for what cielito?”, she asked gently. Emerald eyes were soft, though they were slowly filling with concern. Leo looked away from her and the sound user placed a hand on the animal mimic’s cheek, turning his gaze back. He was one puzzle she could solve, if only she could see his face. “What’s wrong?”
He reached for her and she smiled softly, trusting. He would never hurt her. Not ever.
That is, until his hands were suddenly wrapped around her throat. Squeezing.
“Wake up.”
Isabella snapped into sudden awareness, slim hands flying to her neck, only to claw at nothing. She fully expected to feel something there. To see Leonardo staring back at her, with eyes so dark and hateful that they neared pitch black. He’d never looked at her that way. Not ever. His mocking words returned to her memory as she choked back the beginnings of silent tears.
Only to remember, it wasn’t him. Leo would never hurt her.
The events that had taken place just after the mission slowly clicked into place. Some details were lost. Blurry and translucent, like percolating soap bubbles. Katerina. Soundless anger made the memory of the shape shifter clearer than everything else. Brighter. The recollection of the Italian woman taunting her, not Leonardo, made her blood boil in a way she didn’t understand.
She hated her.
In the dimly lit infirmary room that she placed by the sounds of steadily beeping medical equipment—Isabella discovered something new. Hate.
She could recall Leo pulling the shape shifter off of her. She remembered watching him fight with the former HYDRA agent. She remembered feeling fear while they fought. She didn’t want her Leo to get hurt. They fell. Jacen was there. Where had he come from?
Isabella could have tried to stop him. Her throat was mangled, but she could have tried. As the Siren, she could have ordered Leo to stop. It might have worked. Only… Some dark part of her hadn’t wanted him to. She reasoned that she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, ergo…She’d been powerless. Was it true? In her last lucid moments, she hadn’t even thought to try.
The last thing she could say for certain was seeing Madison. She’d only caught a glimpse of the Omega for a split second before everything went dark.
Had Leo done it? Had he...? Isabella felt like she was losing her mind because even now some very well hidden part of her heart hoped he had.
She tried to banish the notion. It was wrong. So, so wrong. No matter how Isabella felt it was absolutely wrong. If Leo had killed her… Dios mio, if he had… The ramifications were unthinkable. If he hadn’t…
She listened hard, exceptional ears picking up subtle sounds that most people missed. After a few moments she sighed in relief. She could hear two steady heartbeats, and one unnerving female voice mouthing off in holding not far away. She winced. They were alive. Leo had failed… Isabella had to see him.
The auburn haired beauty sat up and peeled the sheet off, stiffening when every part of her body ached. If she were the swearing kind, there would have been a litany of curses flying through the medical ward. That initial motion taught her to move slowly in the future. She wore a thin tank top and a pair of grey drawstring sweatpants. She could feel the Academy’s logo embroidered on her upper thigh. Some thoughtful person had braided her waist length hair over her shoulder.
She snapped her fingers in the room and waited, reading the contents of the room by reflected sound. No communicator. Her necklace sat on the edge of the nightstand, and she grasped it, habitually putting it back on. It was a gold cross that her mother had given her on her sixteenth birthday. She was never without it, even if it was tucked under her uniform.
From there she began to pull off the sticky electrode pads used in heart monitoring off her chest. The machine started freaking out and she winced at the sudden noise, silencing it rather quickly with her ability. The intravenous line came next. She was more careful with this, picking at the tape. Isabella wasn’t the worst when it came to basic medicine, but she wasn’t sure how to remove an IV without essentially just pulling it out.
Her door opened moments later and a few of the medical staff poured in. They weren’t surprised that she’d ditched the cardiac equipment. Patients like the Wolverine usually broke it to stop it from alarming. They looked her over and removed the IV so she didn’t take it out herself.
Isabella silently agreed to sit tight while the staff paged Joshua or Doctor Grey, as they referred to the Phoenix in these levels. She felt antsy. She needed to figure out what she’d missed. She knew these people were just doing their jobs, but she needed to find Leo. One of the nurses left the lights low, sparing her eyes the harshness of fluorescents as they left. So deep in thought, when the door opened again, she fully expected to see a golden hued man or a red head in a white lab coat. Instead, she saw a face that it felt like she hadn’t seen in years. How long had she been out?
“Blake?”, she stopped just after his name, as if the sound of her own voice startled her. It was ghostly and fractured, two toned. Isabella frowned, head tilting away from the sound. She hesitantly cleared her throat and offered the Texan a thin smile. No matter how she tried to force it, the sentiment didn’t touch eyes that were so haunted. “…How long has it been?”
Her words echoed still, but weren’t quite as disjointed as they were before. That was a relief. Her voice was probably just rusty from being overused on the mission, and then from being choked. 'Strangled', she corrected herself. Katerina had been kind enough to explain the difference to her while cutting off her air supply.
Her anger began anew and Isabella looked down at her hands. She didn’t want Blake to see it. She had so many more questions, but for the moment, couldn’t find the words. All of them revolved around the same thing. Katerina, Leo, Katerina. How were the Alpha’s that had been injured? Gabriel? Aurelie? Had anyone else been hurt in the scuffle? Her heart sank lower…
“Is everyone all right?”
Blake would recognize her concern. Her thoughts always turned first and foremost to the state of her friends. Scooting forward she placed socked feet on the floor, frowning a little when she felt the cold of the linoleum. Isabella tried to stand up, using the edge of the bed as a guide. She needed to get moving and get dressed so that she could find out what was going on.
(OOC: Skippy skippy...)
Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2016 8:54 am
Holding Cell - Sub Levels
Katerina let her finger run over the cold glass of her newest cage, stalking the door like an animal. Her steps were lazy, full of confidence. Gun metal blue eyes were penetrating and barren, devoid of emotion. “They can’t keep me here forever, you know.”
Once again, she taunted the man that sat stone still in a cell not twenty feet from her. She wore a device on her wrist that was quite like what the MRD used to nullify abilities. It seemed to be working for the time being, but all it would take was one moment. One slip, and she’d be free. Her only companion had been the raging beast that was Leonardo Rossi. At least, he had been raging, until he turned into a statue.
“Do tell…How exactly do you plan to protect her in this scenario?”, she questioned idly, not really expecting a response. He could hear her. That was all that mattered. These were the same circuitous conversations she’d been having with herself for the past two days. She’d awoken sometime during the struggle. Someone had pulled Rossi off of her, and then she remembered nothing until these lovely drab walls. “If I get released before you…”
“There will be a funeral, I’m sure. Something nice. Flowers and a lavish memorial… You could probably even be one of the keynote speakers. Wouldn’t that be a charming affair... Knowing the entire time that you almost saved her. Almost.”
She heard a strangled growl, the sound of a man beyond rage, and then the slowly growing familiar sound of him kicking the glass. “That’s my boy.”
The monster, she knew he was. Everytime he lashed out it just made the staff more wary. It must have been hard for him to plan an escape from the confines of a strait jacket. There were force fields over the doorways. The only way in was with one of the bracelets the staff used to bring them meals. As far as jail went, this one wasn’t too bad. She’d been raised in the pit of the Leviathan. The shape shifter had suffered far worse. At least these had some vague sense of privacy and working restroom facilities. What she wouldn’t kill for a shower, though.
Katerina was bored, and tired of counting cracks in the floor. As such, she spent the hours whittling away at Rossi’s sanity as much as she could. In true X-Men fashion, Elixir had healed her before they locked her up, so there weren’t any pesky broken bones or bruises to lament over. All she had was time.
Aurelie had been kind enough to visit her the moment Summers allowed. She felt struck by how much she missed the blonde woman, even in such a short amount of time. She supposed that was what it meant to have someone. Aurelie was a person she had chosen, not someone HYDRA had manufactured for her to care about in pack life. Her only regret was getting caught, and not finishing the job. At the very least, Stone would definitely think twice in the future about using the telekinetic as a shield.
When it went quiet in the holding area, Katerina sighed and turned to lay back down on her cot. Again, it wasn’t bad. It just wasn’t her bed. And she missed curling up in Aurelie’s lap as a kitten while c**k blocking her stupid boyfriend. “This must suck for you. No matter what you do…. I win.” “Do you really think Stone will have an attempted murderer?”, she mused, purely for his own completely necessary counseling session. “Better yet… Do you think Aurelie will forgive you?”
Katerina didn’t fill in the blanks for him. Stone was a goody-two shoes, she wouldn’t be able to handle it. Aurie... Aurelie would be hard pressed to forgive him for trying to kill her best friend.
‘I win.’
The door down the hall opened and she didn’t bother moving. Whomever it was, wasn’t Aurelie. The footsteps were too heavy. When they stopped outside of her cell she glanced over annoyed. Her Italian accent was thick when she barked her question. “What do you want?”
She was more than a little disappointed that it wasn’t Christian. It wasn’t as if he had a reason to see her exactly… But she missed him. Katerina missed kicking the crap out of him in training, almost as much as she missed bandying about pretty words that made the gears in his head spin till they broke. It was foolish of her to think about a man that barely had a reason to acknowledge she was alive… Her training had taught her better. She wouldn’t fall into the same trap Rossi had. It was weakness.
Still. Some tiny, miniscule, thoughtless part of her hoped that he might have wondered where she was.
The man standing outside of her cell seemed vaguely familiar to her, but she couldn’t quite place him. Maybe she’d seen him around campus? To be fair, she didn’t really know many people outside of the small circle she’d formed, even if they were Alphas. More friends meant more loose ends. A flash of insight revealed him to be one of the guys that pried Rossi off of her. Him, and the octo-omega, Jacen. Her hair was still tinged a little black from the ink he’d spat in Rossi’s face. “…Well? I haven’t got all day.”
As if being absent for the most recent mission hadn't been eating away at the super strong mutant enough as it was, on top of that Isabella had been attacked the day he'd gotten back to find her in order to apologize. Not only had he not been there to help on the mission but he hadn't been there to help when she'd needed it most. Luckily Leonardo had been there to intervene and he supposed it was lucky himself and a few others had arrived when they had, lest the person he intended to visit today might not be among them to answer for her choice of action.
Needless to say, regardless of how pointless it was, the former farm dweller was feeling guilty about everything that had transpired prior to the past few days. He should have been there, he maybe could have prevented the event altogether had he been.
A few days had already passed and Isabella still hadn't gained consciousness since the last time he had visited, which he assured he had stopped by to check up on her a few times a day. Had his mind not been eased with the knowledge that Katerina was locked up in a cell, he would have absolutely refused to leave Bella's side for fear that the unsettled woman would return to finish what she'd started. Fortunately the X-men had enough common sense to assure that didn't happen.
Seeing as his most recent visit had been similar news to the last, that Bella was going to come to on her own time and that he had to be patient, Lachlan decided that today would be the day he paid a visit to the reason behind why Bella was unconscious to begin with. He wasn't really sure what to expect, nor what would really come of it, but regardless he felt the need to confront the person who had hurt Bella. He wanted to know why anyone could possibly want to hurt the sweet girl and what had been going through Katerina's mind at the time.
He didn't really know what to expect from his visit, how she was going to react to him showing up, what direction the conversation was going to go, if it even went anywhere at all. All he could really do was attempt to ask her about it and hope he got some semblance of an answer, whether he liked the reasoning or not.
Lachlan paused before opening the door that lead to the cells that held Katerina and Leonardo. He had to gain his composure and assure he kept his emotions in check so he didn't end up bringing them into the questions he intended to ask Katerina. This wasn't a mission to harass her for what she had done or harp on her, he simply wanted to know what had happened and wanted to remain as neutral as was possible about it. Allowing Katerina to see how upset he was over the matter likely wouldn't do anything other than give her a chance to mess with him.
After taking his brief breather before opening the door, he was satisfied he was calm enough to face Katerina without losing his composure. As soon as he entered, Katerina's Italian accent was already assaulting him with distaste before even giving him the chance to explain why he was there. Despite her evident hostility, however, he didn't bother warranting her with a response until he had the chance to Lachlan chose to formally introduce himself as he would anyone else. Just because he felt bitter toward Katerina on Bella's behalf did not mean he was going to allow it to get the better of him and affect how he treated Katerina, even if part of him felt she didn't deserve courtesy especially when taking her own attitude at current into consideration. He proceeded to walk over in front of Katerina's cell in order for her to properly see him before he bothered to say anything.
"Hello," Lachlan chose to greet Katerina with courtesy despite fighting the temptation not to based on the circumstances involving Isabella and Leonardo a few days prior, "I'm Lachlan and I assure you I intend for this to be brief. I just wanted to ask a few questions for some personal clarity and insight."
The notion was a little selfish of him, wanting answers for his own understanding and peace of mind, but he needed to hear from Katerina herself why she had chosen to so brutally attack Bella. Lachlan's opinion of Bella was undoubtedly biased: from his stand point he couldn't even fathom what she possibly could have done to Katerina to warrant such a heinous act. Bella was so kind and always went out of her way to look after everyone before herself, she was utterly selfless, so the concept of someone hating her enough to harm her was simply lost on the former farm dweller.
Deciding Katerina seemed to be the no-nonsense type and likely wasn't in the mood for a prolonged discussion, Lachlan took his observation to heart and proceeded in the fashion he assumed would be most appreciated by the other Alpha. He went out of his way to look into her eyes as he asked his question, in no way challenging her, but merely seeking to find perhaps a glimpse of remorse he wasn't likely to find. "I won't come into this claiming to be an unbiased party: I am a friend of Bella and I believe her to be a good person who tries her hardest to be the best she can be. Now, my question to you is what exactly compelled you to attack her the other day because I'm at a loss at what she possibly could have done to deserve that."
Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 7:49 pm
Gabriel Byrne Location: Infirmary/Bunker Thoughts: Bullet wounds suck, that’s the real take-away from this experience…
The gunman struggled to get himself off the ground; the sudden weakness wasn’t much like anything he’d ever felt before. He started feeling just a tad bit cold, though at this point he wasn’t sure if it was from the blood loss or from the cold floor. He honestly couldn’t tell which at this point. He got the feeling that was what one might call, a bad thing. He unclipped the pistol off of his thigh, felt like a 40-pound weight was taken off of him. The sound of the weapon hitting the floor reverberated in his ear drums, the cacophony of metal clanging on the floor being one of the few things his brain could process at the moment. His fingers felt sticky as they moved around in his own blood. The crimson fluid pooled beneath him in little droplets as he tried to right himself.
The muffled voice of a teammate, Dimitri he thought, calmed him a bit. He focused, as he heard the lava manipulator joked about the use of tampons for such blood loss.
“Fun fact,” he quipped, his voice ragged, “modern tampons got their start during combat. Cellucotton was made by Kotex, used by soldiers in the trenches to plug their wounds from bleeding out. It wasn’t until after the conflict that Kotex commercialized it as a feminine hygiene product. he grinned a bit, trying to show some humor in the face of such a spectacularly shitty situation.
“Having two sisters working in a gunsmithing business, you learn quite a few things about the most random s**t.”
Taking his arm, he got himself hoisted up, Dimitri then proceeded to make a remark about how they should’ve had a first aid kit in the HUMVEE, to which he replied, “They did, didn’t have enough time to get my hands on it before Julian arrived. At that point I was, still am I think, a bit concussed from when I crashed the HUMVEE through the gate.” he didn’t blame the teleporter for that; it was just bad timing on his end.
Refocusing, Aurelie arrived, floating along the ground. He nodded at her request to assist him. His brain didn’t process what was happening outside of the current situation, the vibration he felt made him think he was having foot spasms. He grunted as he tried to get himself towards the infirmary, nearly falling over again as he almost slipped away from Dimitri’s support.
Time Skip-aroo!
Two days had passed, with Elixir patching him up, while reading him the riot act. He’s pretty sure the healer intentionally made his pain resonate, while healing the damaged tissue. Bit of a lesson from the healer on going alone guns blazing without backup. Elixir explained that the pain would last a few days, offering him a cane in order to move about without issue, to which the gunman obliged. He spent the next couple of days in his shop, hobbling about and working. He did not dare leave, after hearing about what had happened with Bella, Leo, and Katarina he didn’t want to go and do anything stupid in anger. He kept a nickel-plated Colt Python at his side now, he was beginning to appreciate the idea of using a larger caliber weapon at his side. He was experimenting with the idea of using a new type of helmet visor.
Part of the problem he was facing in combat, aside from getting separated, was that his vision was obscured by the mask he was wearing. Sure it protected his face, but it screwed up his ability to see well enough in a firefight. So he now experimented with the idea of using a full face-plate made of translucent graphene. The material was already pretty impressive to begin with, practically bullet-proof. But it offered not just full face protection, but improved visual acuity. So far so good on that front, he got his hands on the material and shaped it to his liking.
He hobbled his way into the kitchen, needing a glass cleaner in order to properly clean the faceplate. If he was going to affix it to the helmet he was working on, he wanted it to be spotless. He placed the cane along the side of the counter, rifling through cabinets and swearing to himself as he tried to find what he needed.
OOC: Bad post is bad. Let me know if I missed anything. Also, anyone is free to interact with Gabe!{/b]
" Heh ,I'll take that as a yes" Dimitri assumed from the less than 30 second lecture about the history of tampons. That piece of information was learned from Siege's two sisters apparently. That would explain his interest and knowledge of firearms and tampax" Though part of me is convinced you didn't wish to hear some of it."
Being drained himself, Dimitri perhaps may have assumed it was going to be a bit easy. Although Gabe was in good hands, they were only moving slightly faster. Lucky for them their goal was in reach. The lavabender listened to Siege's explanation to his half joking question. With the way Julian was moving he believed him but maybe the whole humvee crashing was a bit much? "Maybe if you just asked they would have opened it for you." He said before taking in another breath looking at the med center. "Almost there, you're going to be alright."If only the same thing was said to his leader...
He briefly stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder to see a hovering Aurelie offering help. "A visible or invisible one?" he jested just as Gabe gave a nod. "Yeah I could use a hand, thanks Aurelie." The Alpha waited for her to take an arm or whatever plan she had before they kept it moving. "By the way these uniforms do clean themselves right? In case he tinkles on your gear or my suit?"
Pre-Alkali Lake
Dimitri didn't need Oliver to explain that line. It had pissed him off even more. Nicole had helped them take down the sentinel and rather than settle the beef they had right then and there, MRD came and seized her. And from there, in the timezone that Dimitri began his new life an an Alpha to now, Oliver and the necromancer had resigned from the group responsible for tracking them down. "We disagreed with the change of direction, so Serra, Brendan and I resigned, leaving fox still on the squad"
"He's right..." the teleporter sifted through the papers that were in the folder one by one. Each paper contained information about the individuals Oliver had just mentioned; specifically, article clips that spoke of their deaths." The names are legit." Along with the aliases as well. Brendan Young was the only one to give out his real name and the rest of their names according to one article before leaving. When Glance looked into it more he realized the connection it had and thus, his lead that brought them here.
"And Seara was murdered. Says it is unclear however of the method. They just found her dead."
"And Brendan couldn't handle knowing what he was doing, how he was changing these kids lives. He had made the attempt once but couldn't go through with it... The second time proved otherwise."
Dimitri's emotions had simmered down slightly after listening to glance but it couldn't be seen. There were still questions he needed answered which Oliver obliged to. "She was so stuck on finding her, but we knew that if she stayed, she was going to become one of them. Eventually we found her again, try to bring her to our side... " "And what happened?" Glance asked.
"We found both of them at a holding facility in Southern California where somebody had either got to it before us or it was a breakout. We had no intention of capturing your sister. Our eyes were on fox so she, along with other mutants escaped without any one following them. "
".... And when was this?" "Around the time the registration act was introduced I believe.." And then his anger was converting into relief, a large weight of "What if..." removed from his shoulders "So she's not dead..." As hot as he was he felt familiar moisture in his eyes that had only left his eyes in private. That meant somewhere in the last 3 months or so her status was alive. And he knew how strong his sister was.
Nicole was alive.
"How did you find them? you said you were looking for Fox but ran into her?..."
"Check the cabinet at the bottom. The combination is 34,8,40."
"Ssss, ssss, sssss, ssss, sssss..."
T/S
The sounds identical to a snake could be heard from the gym on the 7th floor with each knee thrown to the heavy bag. Each strike was moving the bag inches more before it came back to him, an obvious improvement since he picked up the art. Ten was already done with the left knee and on the 20th one he gritted on his teeth a bit as he imagined going through the bag.
"They're not going to help Lance I already told you."
"They're not going to or you don't want them to?"
"Both. It's not their problem to handle."
The Alpha placed his hands on his wet waist and allowed his body to regain some energy, staring off towards the earth masked in the facility. 72 hours have yet to pass and Dimitri was already back into the zone, clearing his mind and focusing on training. He could feel his mutation gauge being back to optimum levels but played it safe surprisingly and decided to give it another day or so. Going all out like that, Otengam had only did that in the confines of his training sessions. Luckily he had stuck to his conserve approach with his power beforehand. And luckily, they hadn't lost a leader post mission.
Dimitri had heard, and while he was taking care of siege at the time he wished he could've been there to further defuse the situation. Sure, it could have turn into a big riot of mutants with emotions running high, but those things tend to happen in situations where one tries to sever a section of his leader's respiratory system.
But he didn't blame the weapons platform or anyone. Their second in charge was there to handle it but the damage was done. Their shapeshifter, as many times as she had their backs couldn't be trusted for the time being(if ever), but couldn't be freed either. It seemed like their last 2 moves, the latter option which was restricted at the most should have been considered. Instead, what was considered was that the teams should utilized the entire base to its potential. And Dimitri was one of the few that would do so.
The Playboy had rarely had his hands on a gun that wasn't molten, let alone operate one efficiently. When he had that gun aimed at that soldier's head there was doubt in his head that he could even fire or use it as a blunt weapon The hour or two before spent in the Sim room learning about them would change that. Proper grip, reloading, position, etc. While Hand to hand he was a confident student(as seen on the field), a gun was a different story. Obviously it wasn't going to be an overnight thing, but just another goal for D to set to make him a better fighter and a better Alpha.
"Alright D, back in the action, let's go." Dimitri went over to strap on a pair of 15lb ankle weights he brought before going over to the dumbbell rack. He switched the music in his earphones over to some metal and grabbed both of the 20lb dumbbells. If he was in a different setting for his resistance training he would have swapped out the iron for lava; that would be later.
"What about them? "
"...I told them what happened. They're safe. But they just want you to find her."
"Good...As selfish, stupid or whatever it sounds, I don't want them involved either. If that happens, they'll target them along with our other enemies."
"I understand."
With his weights acquired, he began to work on his movement and striking, punching with the weights and using 2-5 hit combinations with his shin kicks and spinning kicks as well towards a nonexistent target.
There was something awful about living underground. Well, there were a lot of things awful about living underground. First and foremost was the lack of wide open skies - and as someone with the ability to fly, the doe-eyed brunette really was feeling like a caged bird. There was nothing to compensate for soaring full speed through the clouds. She couldn’t even fly around the base - the force fields that kept her from flying across the only open area were especially frustrating, and there really wasn’t enough room to be flying around otherwise.
Still, her feet rarely touched the floor.
Another reason that living underground wasn’t so chill was that it was creepy. No windows, or daylight, fresh air - none of it was real or natural. And there was something about being packed into the ground that felt… off. When it was quiet, it was super quiet. It was eerie. Creepy...
A part of her hadn’t been able to adjust after living on the run with her mom. She still found herself looking over her shoulder a little too often, and the last place she wanted to be was alone.
Last night she’d quietly climbed into the bed of another Alpha - Thomas. At least, she was pretty sure that was his name. They’d bumped into each other around the base once or twice and really hadn’t had a chance to get to know him yet. But his door had been unlocked...
So the brunette tucked herself into bed with him for the night, and if she woke him when she climbed into bed she hadn’t noticed. When she woke up the next morning he was still asleep, and she slipped out of his bed only to take over his bathroom.
She sat in his sink in her yoga shorts and a baggy T-shirt, puting on her makeup. She had a small bag with everything she would need this morning. A change of clothes, hair supplies, her makeup bag, and most importantly a flask with the dainty lettering ‘Probably not coffee…’ that was now sitting on her feet in the sink.
Her phone was propped up in front of her so she could easily change the song if needed. The music playing from it didn’t take into consideration her sleeping teammate, but really - it was late enough at this point. He needed to get up eventually, didn’t he?
Fingers tucked deep brown curls behind her ear as she sat back and turned her face from side to side to make sure her eyeliner was even. Even when she had nowhere to be she usually did her makeup, if only for the fun of it. It was like coloring and playing dress up all at once. But the only plans she had today were to go see how Bella was doing.
Momentarily she wondered if it was rude to visit someone who’d been out and unable to do their makeup in days when hers was so on point.
A small shrug was her conclusion to her silent ponderings. Surely Bella would understand, right? And for all she knew the siren wasn’t even awake yet, but she hoped she would be.
Happy with her face so far, she dropped her eyeliner back into her makeup bag and pulled out a couple options for mascara. ”Hm,” Her head tilted as she tried to remember which brand she liked better. She pulled out the brushes to look at before remembering, and almost tossed the loser into the trash. But this wasn’t like before. She couldn’t go out and get whatever she needed whenever she wanted.
Just in case he would need it, she tucked the lesser of the two mascaras back into her makeup bag. Then she leaned forward to coat her lashes while humming away to her music.
╔═════════════════════════════╗ Alpha: His Room |836| Thomas "Transmigration" Morgan ╚═════════════════════════════╝
Thomas had been rather busy since they had returned from the mission. Aside from his usual time spent in the infirmary, he’d caught word of Bella’s attack. The healer had been very disappointed he hadn’t known at the time, perhaps she wouldn’t have gotten so hurt if he’d been there, but unfortunately he’d only learned of the attack long after the fact, when she’d been brought into the infirmary. Leo and Kat both already detained by then.
That something like that could happen to his friend was disturbing to him. The danger was supposed to stop once they returned home. This added onto his rather severe lack of sleep. When he wasn’t in the infirmary for other things, he had been visiting Bella. Deep down he knew his old friend was okay, but it still worried him.
Then there were the injured people from the actual missions, and the missions themselves. It was hard not to feel a little demoralized. At least no one had died. Not from lack of trying though. It was a dire time to be a mutant, and an even more dire time to be an x-man. Given the number of injured, Thomas had been rather busy. It wasn’t a terribly large amount, but when you had people severely injured like Bella and Gabriel, it meant Elixir didn’t have as much time to spend on the others.
Going on virtually no sleep since returning from the mission, Thomas eventually found himself beyond exhausted. Pushing himself to his limits, he’d eventually been kicked out of the infirmary until he’d slept a little. Crashing onto his bed, he was in a very deep sleep by the time Eden wandered into his room and climbed in bed with him. Sleeping through the night, he didn’t even so much as stir when the other Alpha climbed out of bed.
Slowly he began to stir as music drifted into his ear. First he’d taken the pillow she’d just vacated and pressed it against his ear in an attempt to drown the music out. This lasted for all of about thirty seconds before his mind was working well enough to realize that the music was coming from inside his room and not one of the adjacent rooms.
Sitting up, Thomas closed his eyes briefly as the sun hit him directly in the eyes. Opening them slowly so as to give his eyes time to adjust, the Alpha proceeded to start to throw the blankets back, before he noticed that they were already back as if someone had climbed out of bed. Confused, Thomas was entirely sure he hadn’t been in bed with anyone before crashing for the night. Had he climbed into the wrong bed?
Throwing the covers back the healer proceeded to stand up looking around the room. These were his things, so clearly he was in the correct room. He had been tired, but surely not tired enough to invite someone to share his bed with him. Pressing both his hands to his face, he proceeded to wipe his face a little in an attempt to wake him up completely.
Walking over to the bathroom Thomas poked his head inside. Looking at the brunette sitting on his sink. Staring at her for a moment as he awaited his brain to wake up enough to recall her name, Thomas cleared his throat. “Eden? What are you doing?” With the question posed, Thomas proceeded to hide a yawn behind the back of his hand.
Looking down at her hands it seemed she was doing her makeup or something to that effect. Briefly he thanked his lucky stars she was clothed and hadn’t been changing. She was attractive to be sure, but Thomas didn’t need that kind of awkwardness with a fellow teammate.
Taking a moment to look around the girl it seemed his bathroom had been taken over by her things. At least her makeup he guessed. “Was there a mix up with the rooms?” Surely she’d been shown to her room when she arrived and they hadn’t mistakenly showed her to his right? Hiding another yawn, he stepped inside the bathroom. “Do you mind moving over so I can get to the sink?” It was an odd situation to him, but he didn’t want to be rude.
Catching sight of himself in the mirror Thomas noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt and proceeded to duck out of the bathroom. Quickly locating the shirt from the night before off the floor, he quickly threw it on. Stepping back inside the bathroom he rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry about that, not all the way awake yet.” Considering the potential awkwardness of the situation, the healer would rather not add him being shirtless to the list of things.
With his question, Thomas waited for her to either move over, or finish putting on her makeup. Then he could splash some water on his face and brush his teeth. Maybe by then, this whole situation would make more sense.
(OOC: Let me know if I missed anything, or misread anything.)
╔═════════════════════════════╗ I will now rise from the ashes. Don't call me pretentious. I'm sitting here making my own rules. And if I fall from the ceiling. You'll be down there waiting. And my only hope. Is falling down. ╚═════════════════════════════╝
Raine nodded as Leo stepped forward, asking her to cover the door while they regrouped. Between she and Lyn, they should be able to keep people out, whether by shocking them or burning them. The redhead was quick to fall into step with her, almost too enthusiastic about their current situation. Sparks flew as she short-circuited the control panel, per the instructions from their "leader," grinning over at her partner as the girl seemed impressed. "Oh, please, stop. You're too kind," she responded with a pretentious accent, clearly joking. Despite the seriousness of the situation, it felt nice to have a bit of levity in the fiery twin.
There seemed to be a little bit of confusion in the room before a portal opened, providing them with an escape route. The rest of their team seemed to accomplish their goal of bringing the barrier down, and not for the first time, she found herself grateful that she was on a team of such talented people. The Alphas started to make their way through the portal, not wasting any time, with Raine shuffling through like the rest of them. Lyn tripped as she made it to the other side, the brunette moving forward to help her up as the girl announced that they were home. She couldn't help but laugh slightly at the girl - she had an energy that was just infectious.
Once the girl got back to her feet, grabbing ahold of her arm and congratulating them on being the best bouncers only. Her hands closed around the electrokinetic's hand, asking her to come celebrate at the pool with drinks. She couldn't help but smile at the girl, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"Well, water and me is a bad combination, so I have to skip on the pool, but a drink would be nice! You're so sweet," she said with a grin, her free hand closing over the girl's grip on her and motioning for her to lead the way. Honestly, the lightning bug didn't even own a swimsuit - even taking showers were hard enough given her powers and the stores of energy she always held within her. At the very least, it would be nice to spend some extra time with her new friend! She was always looking for an excuse to unwind.
- - - - - Time Skip - - - - -
It had been two days since their disaster of a mission, and their even worse disaster of a return. Even with the higher-ups trying to keep things quiet, drama spread like a wildfire amongst a base of super-powered teenagers. If someone hadn't heard about what had transpired between Bella and Kat, she'd be shocked. Still, things had returned to a relative state of calm. Cyclops had taken over control of the Alphas for the time being, and she didn't mind the extra training that came with that. It had become apparent to her in their last mission that they needed to be sharper, and the only way they were going to get there was through hard work. Still, not everyone on her team seemed to feel the same way.
Classes had started again, too, which she was also fairly certain was only celebrated by herself. She wasn't like some of the others. Missions weren't her life, and she didn't see herself working with the X-Men forever. She would be applying for colleges soon, and she needed to make sure that her transcripts were on point to get into the ivy leagues she had her sights set on. It was that thought that found her in the television lounge, where she could catch up on the news and work on some research.
The sound of the television greeted her ears as she entered the lounge, hazel eyes moving from the cartoon on the screen to the form of Aren sitting on the couch. She stopped in her tracks, immediately regretting her decision not to put on a cuter outfit. Before she seemed like too much of an idiot, however, she put on a smile and made her way over to a chair, sloughing off her bag to the side as she breathed out a soft greeting to him.
It had been a long time since they'd been able to hang out. Heck, it'd been a long time since he had been far enough from Narcissa that she could stand to come within his general vicinity, which was a shame since they had always gotten along rather well. A genuine smile spread across her features as he simply offered her the bag of chips in his hand, the brunette reaching out and taking a few nacho-cheese flavored triangles despite the fact that she hated them. Besides, it would have been rude to refuse him. 'I bet Narcissa never sits and watches cartoons, eating Doritos with him,' she thought to herself despite herself, popping a chip in her mouth.
"So, what are we watching?" Work and college research could wait. Carpe Diem, yes?
It had been two days since the unnerving mission the Alphas had been on. While she still felt grateful that all of them made it back alive, the incident with their leader seemed to only make the brief relaxation go away. To think that one of their team members would attack Bella like that…Alex frowned just thinking about it. She wished she could do more than just visit the leader and try to brighten up the room the best she could. But, she didn’t have many great skills outside of music and acting.
Not very useful skills when helping the sick to get better anyway
What did tend to help the sick was eating. Even though Bella wasn’t up, maybe the leader would like something to eat. She started self-teaching herself over time how to cook some things like a chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Today, she wanted to try and do something from a recipe book. Make something a bit more complex than toasted bread and melted cheese.
When she walked into the kitchen, she blinked and noticed Gabriel. She hadn’t seen him much since the mission itself. She frowned once again. This time over seeing the sight of the cane. “Are you going to be alright?” She asked while pointing to the cane. “Do you need to sit down? I could find whatever it is you are looking for.” Did he need some food or some utensil from the kitchen? “That is, if you wish to have help.” Alex didn’t want to impose even though she did want to help him take some weight of his injured leg.
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"We will drink our fill of Alpha Then, of golden sunshine that spills into Kitchen Till our brains intertwine with Gabriel-Siege "
Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 11:38 am
Mutation: Geokinesis Alpha Location: Home Base - Pool
Two days had passed since their ******** of a mission, their ******** of a return, and the most recent drama of the ******** that had become their team. She hadn't been there to see Kat try to kill Bella, but the news had spread through the ranks like wildfire. She did her best not to get involved any more than she already was just by virtue of being on the team. She was the first to admit that she liked to stir the pot when it came to drama, as it was amusing to her, but she didn't want to touch this one with a ten-foot pole.
Her days had been spent recovering from the missing, bothering her favorites in an attempt to amuse herself during the long days underground. Classes and training had resumed, as she took them about as seriously as she had before. She'd never been much of a student, albeit by choice not lack of ability. As always, her interests lay on what would be the most fun for her.
She decided to sleep in that day, Tara rising when she felt like it and getting dressed. It was always a question where the day was going to take her, the brunette pulling her hair up into a high ponytail as she started her wandering. Someone had to be doing something fun, and she was going to find out what was the best offer for her time. Her first stop was the Gym, the sounds of someone hissing like an animal coming from inside. Dimitri was a tempting target for her attentions, brown eyes lingering on him as he started punching with some dumbbells in his hand, earbuds in his ears playing god knows what. It could just be audio porn for all she knew - hell, she wouldn't be surprised by that revelation.
Despite her temptation to start toying with him, as he was one of the most fun for her to torment, he seemed like he was really into his workout, and she wouldn't mind of he got a little more muscly. After all, he spent enough time with his shirt off that if she was going to be forced to stare at his abs all day, they should at least be defined as hell. Breaking away from the gym, she decided to move on and leave him to it.
Continuing down through the base, she came across the television lounge, which was devoid of people aside from Aren and Raine watching television and eating Doritos. The Native American by himself was usually a pretty good distraction, but the brunette firefly was far from her cup of tea. She was too serious, too studious and too afraid of what other people thought of her to offer any kind of amusement.
Breaking away from them before they could see her and ask her to join them, she moved on to the bottom floor of the compound, hoping beyond hope that someone had found something to do that would be fun. As soon as the elevator doors opened, she heard the sound of whooping, her ears perking up as she made her way towards the pool. As soon as she caught sight on it, she stopped in her tracks, a smile lighting up her face as she saw Charlie come flying down a tarp he and Christian had spread up to the edge of the pool, which was filled with bubbles.
"Well, what do we have here," she asked in a joking tone, her hands making it to her hips as the lucky man reappeared at the surface of the water, Christian preparing for his next slide. She couldn't complain about the sight of them in swim trunks, not trying to hide the sight of her gaze shifting over them in turn before moving forward to examine the slip n' slide that they had crafted. It sure looked like fun.
"This is quite the slip n' slide that you boys have created here. I think I might just have to try it out myself. Mind?" Her gaze, innocent as ever, passed between the two boys before she slipped her shirt over her head, kicking off her shoes and stripping off her jeans so she was standing before them in a black bra and pair of boyshorts. She didn't wait for much of an invitation before she started moving quickly to the start of the slip n' slide, unable to hide the smile on her face. This is what she was talking about.
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Hold it down…dare-Jump with them all and move it-
The lyrics blasted over the red stereo headset worn over the girl’s head, but outside this small encasement of sound there was silence in the air.
The noise distracted her from the trouble that the silence entailed. Not many days ago many upperclassmen had met some trouble on a mission and even more problems ensued afterwards, namely the attack on the her team’s leader, Isabella. Everyone she had seen in the past few days seemed so on edge or no edge at all it was a little disheartening not understanding anything that had occurred. She had no idea what had really occurred or what was really happening in the first place, but she wasn’t going to pretend she knew and become a bother to anyone about it.
Inside she felt incredibly guilty over not doing anything when all this trouble was raining down on people that had welcomed her there, to train her as a X-man, yet she had gone home to visit her mother and brother after she had discovered her brother fell of the roof of their house. He was fine but he can be incredibly reckless and that made her even more nervous about being so far away from home and not able to keep him in check. Her rising nerves weren’t helping in her thoughts about this…
Even now she was hiding in her room trying to blow out the silence with the greatest hits mix on her mp3. She was standing on her hands and sloppily flipping onto the bed, bouncing and rolling down to the floor to repeat the process. Sure, she could go out and meet others, but would now be the right time? Would wanting to casually chit chat and make friends with fellow mutants be okay in their time of recovery? Her thoughts distracted her and she lost her balance on one arm, sending her tumbling to the ground and landing on her side. She huffed disgruntled that she made a mistake in the routine and shifted one earmuff off of her ear, allowing the real world to be heard only partially. She rolled onto her belly and looked around the floor- since it was the only thing at eye level right now- and she saw her skateboard with the Rolling Stones sticker at the end, ’Maybe going outside will be okay…’she thought to herself.
She braced her hands on the floor and pushed herself up and stepped over to the said board, this time looking down at it. She slipped it into her hands and pushed it up under her arm. Maybe getting outside would do her some good. In all honesty this new location for the institute wasn’t….what was the word-homey? Let’s go with that for now. Her first couple of nights there made her feel like she was living in an airplane hangar, and technically they did have jets but that’s not the point. Maybe haunted airplane hangar would put a better spin on it. It was so mechanized and unnatural- there were no windows to the outside, there wasn’t a feel of freedom unless there were others using their powers around the place. Actually she had thought about setting her powers off for a little rave- now that would be fun.
She peeked out of her door and looked back and forth to see if anyone was around. The amount of-well anyone around was scarce, so she slowly strolled out of the safety of her room and closed the door. Her headphones had been pushed back onto her ears and music blasted once again. If not then the only thing she would hear was the echo of her own footsteps. She wandered around until she was close to reaching the mezzanine. That was actually a wonderful site out of the entire warehouse like environment, but she was still bothered a bit by the confinement. However; she felt a sudden urge to drink juice. She’s only had water so some fruit punch or just an apple juice sounds amazing. She halted her steps and looked around, ’Kitchen…kitchen…where was the-OH!’She snapped her fingers remembering which way to go. She made a turn from her original direction and made her way towards the kitchen.
The kitchen came into view and she increased her casual stroll into a hop and skip. She turned into the kitchen, but stopped seeing two others. She recognized them but couldn’t find their names in her head. The blonde she knew her name started with an “a” and the boy…well she knew his name sounded like an angel’s, ’Uriel…Zuriel…Gabriel…!’While thinking of their names she noticed the boy-not the cane by him, but the gun at his side. She jumped back and hit the wall raising her arms dropping her board, and skewing her face like she was about to scream. Her fingers began to swish rather quickly around like twisted spirit fingers. She wasn't expecting it but combined with her surprise of seeing a gun-not something she would usually see during the day...-and her twitching fingers brought out a slowly growing mass of orange ooze from her palms. She looked up panicked and almost dropped the masses before catching it sloppily in her hands. She shot the people before a nervous look, swirving her quirmed frown into a nervous smile. She started to try and separate her hand from the mass, causing it to snap into a 3D triangle, and wave at them. She gupled, maybe they would show mercy on the fool that she was being...
((I really hope I did this right this is my first time posting ^^" If anything is wrong at all please tell me!))
The brute was careful in his examination, taking note not to exacerbate Alice’s any further. Despite the near bear paws he had, he was careful with each and every poke and prod. He breathed gently as he examined. Best way to diagnose broken ribs was to identify pain when the patient breathed in, or when you pressed on the injured area. Sure, he could ask her to twist her body, but judging by her reaction to his touch as well as her pained features with each breath, he was fairly accurate in his diagnosis. Plus, if he did ask he was pretty sure that she’d try and kill him. Grabbing a cold pack he was just trying to ease the pain till Elixir arrived. This certainly would not have been the first time he’d ever seen broken ribs.
As if being absent for the most recent mission hadn't been eating away at the super strong mutant enough as it was, on top of that Isabella had been attacked the day he'd gotten back to find her in order to apologize. Not only had he not been there to help on the mission but he hadn't been there to help when she'd needed it most. Luckily Leonardo had been there to intervene and he supposed it was lucky himself and a few others had arrived when they had, lest the person he intended to visit today might not be among them to answer for her choice of action.
The gunman struggled to get himself off the ground; the sudden weakness wasn’t much like anything he’d ever felt before. He started feeling just a tad bit cold, though at this point he wasn’t sure if it was from the blood loss or from the cold floor. He honestly couldn’t tell which at this point. He got the feeling that was what one might call, a bad thing. He unclipped the pistol off of his thigh, felt like a 40-pound weight was taken off of him. The sound of the weapon hitting the floor reverberated in his ear drums, the cacophony of metal clanging on the floor being one of the few things his brain could process at the moment. His fingers felt sticky as they moved around in his own blood. The crimson fluid pooled beneath him in little droplets as he tried to right himself.
