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 Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 9:30 am
Aʆєxaηdra Ӎaʀiʆèηє AgηèȿCodename:Flairer ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ (()) Alex’s eyes widened at hearing Lynette’s answer. She wasn’t quite sure what had caused Lynette to lose her clothing in that manner! She was just about to express her sympathy when Lynette giggled. She blinked and stared at her a bit stupefied. Why was Lynette giggling? It wasn’t until Lynette started to explain that Alex’s mouth formed into a small “o” and she nodded. “It sounds like it must be both a curse and a blessing to have power over fire.”
When Alex heard another voice, she turned her head to see another girl (Daylia). She couldn’t recall her name right off the top of her head. But, Alex did admit to herself that the fellow X-men had a point. Not like it would be the end of the world if clothing couldn’t be shipped to the base. She just hoped for Lynette’s sake that the pyrokinetic was able to find access to clothes somehow.
She giggled at hearing the girl’s(Daylia) next comment. “That is possible. I am sure some women would…die as they say, if they could not get access to new clothes.” She looked away from the girl at Lynette acting so…hyper and dramatic. Alex kind of wondered if she couldn’t borrow some of that energy sometime. She knew any amount of energy would prove useful when sickness came around.
There was more than one conversation going on right then. She mainly caught phrases and words here and there, since she didn’t care to hurt her ears by increasing her hearing. It was annoying enough to deal with the popping of her ears. Loudness of voices didn’t need to be added to it. But, since Lynette sat right near her, Alex easily heard Lynette’s comments towards the other conversations on the plane. She turned her head in the direction Lynette looked to see what the conversations might be about.
Most of the comments slipped over her head. Flotation devices? She looked at Lynette and didn’t see any flotation devices on her. Maybe the pyrokinetic had them in her luggage? Alex tilted her head and furrowed her eyebrows at Lynette. She kept looking for these so called flotation devices when Lynette chimed in with a really odd comment.
“Wait…what?” Alex asked with confusion in her tone. “How would you be like a lifebuoy let alone a method of suffocation? I do not see anything like that on you.” Oh the naivety of innocence.
Alex turned her head away from Lynette and wrinkled her nose a bit. For all of a sudden, the plane started to smell strongly of soap. The smell wasn’t terribly unpleasant. However, to someone with sensitive senses, she wished the smell wasn’t so overwhelming. “I do not know. At least the smell of this soap is somewhat nice.” Because Alex could appreciate the fact the scent wasn’t repugnant.
When she glanced back over at Lynette, she noticed the pyrokinetic turning towards her. Alex did the same in return out of respect. She blinked and tilted her head at Lynette’s question. “Rocky and Bullwinkle?” She asked softly as Lynette continued, giving her a big hint when the pyrokinetic mentioned a moose and a squirrel. “Ummm…” Luckily, Lynette realized the folly of her plan. Alex couldn’t help but giggle as a result.
“I am not sure about taking a moose underground, but maybe you could get away with a squirrel. They are small after all.” Alex teased lightly. “Unless someone here can suddenly make a moose the size of a squirrel? Then you could have a moose named Rocky and a squirrel named Bullwinkle.” She had no idea she had just mixed up who was who and what was what. “Or you could just settle for a house pet…those are good too.” ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ "We will drink our fill of Alpha
Then, of golden sunshine that spills into X-Jet
Till our brains intertwine with Others on the plane "
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 7:13 pm
Ｃｈａｍｅｌｅｏｎ
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Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: The jet.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  Daylia gave a nod to Alex. "Never understood it." She listened as Lynette explained why she needed new clothing. Was she actually giggling about it? Was she crazy? She said nothing though as she leaned back in her seat, doubting that any kind of spider that could be found in the academy walls would be worth all that. Not that Daylia liked spiders, but she found that a good smack with a flip flop usually did the trick.
"Yeah, cruel, but not for the reason you’re complaining about." Daylia said lowly. There were far better things to call crule, like for instance the reason they were leaving for the underground haven, but not because you couldn’t online shop. Though the Alpha’s quick change in tone and the use of the word ‘sistahs’ made Daylia wonder about the girl. Was she legitimately retarded? Or did she just have too much sugar? "Yeah…" She said slowly. "It’s all about comfort."
A small sigh passed her lips as she heard her name called out by Cissa, hoping she wasn’t in trouble for something. She couldn’t help but laugh at the comment. "Guess I should have been born a boy then. I just don’t see the point in having an outfit for every day of the year." Soon after she gave a nod, the smile still on her face. "I figured we would get some stuff, but pretty much just expected the basics. "
Though as Lyn said that she would be getting close from her twin, Daylia felt a pang of sadness. She had been the first born of a set of triplets, and always seeing twins seemed to affect her on some emotional level. "Always a perk." She said, a fake smile placed on her face. Slowly she drew in a deep breath, leaning back into her seat once again, trying to get the thoughts of her own family out of her mind.
Though as the conversation turned towards floaters and pillows, Daylia already knew what they meant. A brow rose as she simply allowed her head to lull in Alex’s direction to look at her once again. She, not for the first time in the flight, wondered if Cissa hadn’t been right the entire time about the bulk of the Alpha’s. She glanced forward towards the women who had begun the conversation about Lyn’s assets before lulling back to Alex. "Boobs." It was the only word she hoped she needed to say, though saying it made her smile once again. It was such a kid term, and quite amusing at times.
With that she turned again, allowing her eyes to close once more, not even bothering to touch on the moose and squirrel situation.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 8:28 pm
Roland Chevalier
Location: Renovated Base
Thoughts: Well crap, don’t I have impeccable timing… As Roland entered the impromptu gathering with Blake, Bella, and Mr. Summers, he began to realize that he should have just waited till the conversation was over. It had quickly changed subjects, but he got the feeling that he’d walked in on something. He wasn’t sure what it was about, but he could read body language enough to tell that Scott was somewhat relieved and Blake was not too enthused. Great, of all things, another teammate pissed off at him about something. Though the arrival of Leo somewhat distracted him. It was nice to see a fellow Junior X-Man that had joined around the same time he did here. Even if they were on the Alphas, he at least was capable of getting on with them. Then again, he felt he could probably get along with the Alpha Team as a whole over the Omegas. Though, he had Kerrigan, at least he hoped he still did. Despite her ability to forgive, he was afraid of losing her. Despite all this, she did make him feel somewhat “normal”. That is, if one could define normal anymore. He’d been working with Jean on his issues, and as far as things were concerned he appeared to be making progress. Scott left the group to let Bella escort Leo to his room. Blake took note of the Alpha’s state, remarking that he looked like he could use a shower, and some food. Fortunately, Roland had been doing some cooking of his own. If they were going to be stuck down here, they might as well eat good right? Plus Jean recommended it, said it was constructive for him. “Well, I can help out with the meal if you want. I made a bit of a surplus of French toast, and I can whip up some other stuff if you’re interested.” he offered, and he wouldn’t offer if they weren’t good. He added an orange zest to it, hand scraping the skin off an orange to get that light natural touch of citrus into the bread. The look on Forge’s face as he took his first bite was priceless. Blake called out to Summers, confirming his suspicion that he did indeed walk in on something important. To which he looked to the older Omega, “Hey Blake, I’m sorry about barging in on that. Didn’t mean to interrupt, he was sort of waiting on that task to be finished. Figured I’d get the news to him asap.” he offered the apology with as much sincerity as he could. He really didn’t mean to interrupt anything, he just had that wonderful habit of doing something that got people pissed at him at this place. He had to wonder sometimes if he just gave off a vibe of “hate me, for whatever small slight I cast upon you.”It might explain how Dom treated him as a kid… maybe he was just meant to be hated. Story of his life. OOC: Any complaints let me know!
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 5:20 pm
Gabriel Byrne
Location: The X-Jet
Thoughts: Oh boy, there goes my notion of civility… As Gabriel made his way back to his seat, his chest filled with confidence over his impromptu presentation. It felt good that he was able to speak with formality without cowering in fear or having a anxiety attack. Guess time with the X-Men had really changed him. He’d done some work with his family’s company, mostly some research materials on new polymers for lighter weapons. Not much to write home about, but it was something. The reality is, he was focusing more on his social skills. As he should, considering his first mission had them going into a veritable warzone, then the next one heading into a government facility filled with Sentinels. So to say that he had any sort of social interaction helped, after all, if he couldn’t talk to his team he was likely to get killed. Though his attempt at being civil seemed to backfire, her response to his efforts were not unlike the Hindenberg. Narcissa reacted in a way that was not unlike pouring sulfuric acid on a cat. He likely got just a taste of the supposed wrath that was Narcissa. He ignored it, his confidence somewhat dulling the blow. With a sigh as he sat down, he mumbled to himself so no one save himself could hear, “Give me a PC, a steady connection, and a case of energy drinks, and I can show her how much of an idiot she really is.” for all his attempts at socialization, he just could not get Narcissa’s dislike of the Alpha Team. Frankly, he didn’t get the rivalry at all. Sure, they had different backgrounds, but they were all ******** mutants. They were stuck in this shithole together. “Sometimes, people make about as much sense as Helen Keller in a movie theater.” he once again muttered lowly. He broke out his laptop, able to get it over Kat’s legs quickly enough so he could get it started up and running. He had been running diagnostics on the Sentinel optics and scanners they’d recovered from the fight at the Institute, and he had an inkling of where to apply his theory. Now, if only they could get this damn bird down so he could really work. OOC: Sorry if the post is rough, let me know about any complaints.
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 3:00 am
 Mr. Otengam gave out a light chuckle after Blaze warned that she'll keep him under her surveillance. "No problem..." His reply floated for a quick moment before he made one condition she would have to follow, speaking flirtatiously and sealing it with a playful wink. "So long as I keep mine on yours Miss Gauge."
"Fireproof?... I'm going shopping with you next time." Now thinking about it, having fire gear with her physique would have been smart, unless she was the type of chick that didn't mind running around in the nude. Going streaking was always a good way to catch someone off guard. It worked in Old School, it would certainly work in enemy territory.
Another guard that was smart enough to see the advantage Dimtri gave him while he was taking care of one of his boys took it. Taking one guy out, he would have continued to assist those who needed. Little did he know he was going to need some of his own. The rest of the members were doing just fine, with the other rook holding her own so far; she even got some sweet gifts during her little fight. At best, Dimitri would have done his best to throw up a miniature magma wall the size of a computer screen. But before he had time, the bullets whistled halfway through the air before coming to a halt. The Railgun halted them and dropped them before the other soldier had a enormous chair to deal with. Score one for the chair as the guard was out cold as well. The playboy took a glance at the newest member on team unconscious before looking back towards the Railgun. "Thanks bro."
Dimitri took note that next time that happened, perhaps it would be better to invest in a meatsheild ..."Duel wielding...not bad. Probably want to hold on to those till we're done...you know, the whole fingerprints thing and all?" he suggested to Lariette as she would do her next part of the job tying up the soldiers along with the Railgun. "I won't, I'm a gentlemen." He was too disciplined and scarred mentally to do so; once was already enough. "But if it does get in your hair or something, club soda usually does the trick." he suggested, trying not to crack a grin at a line that may have gone over her head
"Let's do it." Both had heat on their side but weren't 100 percent congruent. So while Dimitri would have finished first, Blaze would have had a few more moments to go. He would have gone over it like he mentioned, mostly on her part before level 2 was open for them. They made their drop to the lower level first, with Dimitri quickly rising; finger guns out left and right checking his side to see if there were any other guards that needed taking care of. It turned out they had a breather for a moment as Tsunami was doing the last patches. He turned back to Blaze, about to let her know things were good on his side when he saw what looked like a bit of fatigue. "You good?" Granted, it was their first mission, so they didn't have the luxury of training in the danger room, or maybe they didn't really train much. "The party hasn't even started. We're just trying to get past the bouncers!" he joked with a smile, giving her some words of encouragement on the way.
The Siren dropped down afterwards, giving Dimitri's next orders. He and the Ghost had assisted those who were still above down to the next floor. Afterwards they ventured deeper into the section, looking at his left and right at all times, naked fists clenched. The wraps were gone at this point, and there were hints of his clothing that they were going to join his wraps soon enough. Dimitri and the others had seen more security afterwards. But these looked like they had just got hired a few days ago. A shame that the Alpha's were going to give them their resignation.
Having the feel of a low level quake under the feet was one thing but The playboy had the look of nausea as he saw the workers suffer the wrath of Bella. "Ew..." Mostly from the one throwing up his last meal of dunkin donuts and a monster energy drink. Before securing, Dimitri took on the one that was still conscious, shooting his hand out towards the gun arm of the guard when he got close to restrict using it. Having only one hand to kick a** with now, he gave his fists a break and delivered a ferocious check to the guards groin with his shin. The guard grabbed his boys and slowly sunk to the ground, where Dimitri then took the weapon of the security guard; winding up before he gave enough power in a backhand strike with it to make him go night night. Now came the securing part; Dimitri kneeled down and began to search the guard, finding a pack of handcuffs in a belt pouch. "Don't wait up..." he clicked one of the cuffs on the wrist of the security guard to the nearest pole or anything that he could use the cuffs with.
From here, they didn't have to beat the piss out of anymore security. They had found what they were looking for. "Those ******** bastards...." he murmured. Trapping them in conditions worse than animals that would become food just because they were a step higher on the food chain. Imagining that his sister could have been in these conditions as well only made him boil inside, becoming more determine to release his mutant brethren, and deliver extreme punishment to those who put them here in the first place. The playboy attempted to support Bella in escorting the mutants to safety in any way that he could. The faster they went, the less of the agony they had to hear from the trapped. Once that was finished, it would be around the time Rossi's team was done and they would be golden...but most times it was never golden was it?
This was one of those times; not only did Rossi not pick up during that time, but they had uninvited guests to the party; the brotherhood. If they were in a rush to meet their defeat then so be it back at the X mansion. The eerie feeling, robotic tone and violet finish showed that one sentinel didn't want to be left out of the party. Dimitri happily gave his attention to the walking piece of scrap metal; bursting into a sprint towards the Colossus as pieces of his remaining clothing were trailing behind him. The last piece of clothing before he was in the nude was incinerated. But as this point his skin turned to a bright crimson red/onyx that took the appearance of adrill as he took flight safe from his group, spinning mid-flight towards the center of the Sentinel. Once he had gotten through that part, he psycho-crusher'ed(one of his new tricks) his way up towards the machine's internal system until Dimitri would burst through the top of its skull and stopped swirling, watching his work at stopping the machine in its tracks. "I'm sorry Was that a trick question?"
Aftermath
Dimitri's danger room sessions was paying off tremendously. Melting down sentinels, cutting pieces from them via projectiles, drilling through them, etc. There was indeed improvement in his skill. But there were also times where he needed his team and vice-versa during the fight. And the twist? Magneto and his group was on their side...temporarily. But as Alphas, it seemed like they were stuck trying to take down a damn hydra! Two gone, even more ugly heads pop up?? Eventually the fight would come to a close, with their main goals being accomplished. Freeing the prisoners, check. Wiping all of the information regarding the registration act so they have to start from the drawing board; double check. Winning.
But things were too hot(no pun intended) back home. So much so that they couldn't stay in the states much longer. The place that took in Dimitri during that night after what happened to his sister, the home where he had such awesome(the threesome's, the parties) and not so awesome times(waking up as a mad doctor from the nightmare before Christmas); he had to say good bye to it. And that wasn't the only thing he had to say good bye to. He gave his good byes to those that had to leave the mansion for good. Not too long after that, he found out he would be doing the same thing...temporarily. Three weeks after their last mission, Warp had showed up unexpectedly, cutting right to the chase.
"I think I have a lead on Nicole..."
With no trace of him leaving other than a note on his door saying. 'Road trip, be back in a week Save my spot on the team.' Dimitri and Warp left that night, instantly jumping for one week to Brazil where Warp still had connections and allies that helped him before his new life began at M.Island. Food and shelter wasn't an issue, just finding his sister. During that time they had successfully tracked down one of the people that had attacked his family. "Oliver Revilo's his name..."They had found out that after that mission, Oliver explained more about the group "They call themselves Katalyst, a group focused on recruiting young troubled adolescent mutants. and training them for their own purposes and cause." He also explained that after that last mission he a group of others hung up their suits. "Their methods had gotten worse...they were targeting orphans, young children, setting events up such as killing their guardians... parents so that the only choice would be to go with us. But they didn't know that....killing innocents, putting them in danger...I didn't sign up for that, none of us did...."
"Us?"
Present Time
"Breasticles."
A baseball cap(backwards of course), yet another white tank top, black/white adidas track pants, tennis shoes, and earbuds in his ear bumping "Midnight Love" by Snoop Dogg and you had one Dimitri Otengam. He sat horizontally, legs stretched out and crossed by the empty seat by him with his hands behind his head. Most of the convo from others went over his head but he was able to hear a bit of the conversation with Daylia, Gauge, and Alex. One was because he had the volume on his IPod 1/2 way. Second, he was posted a seat by the chameleon. Of all the words to hear...
His head turned to Daylia, cocking to the side a small smirk, growing just a tad bit when he saw that Daylia was still a kid somewhere in that body. Afterwards he averted his attention back to Alex, who based on this conversation, needed to get out more, and watch better TV shows. "Or a penthouse Pet" he suggested with a shrug. "But I don't know which one I'm more stoked for, trying out the new danger room at this new spot....or copping a dirty thirty for the first time?" Dimitri wondered what kind of gadgets and new toys the room had that he could play with.
He was rather impressed with himself looking back at their last fight. As far as he knew he was clocking in the most hours at the last D.Room, and he planned on doing so for this one. As for the latter, yes, it was true, and in case they didn't know what he was talking about. "You can buy booze at 18, 19 in some areas(and guess who was 19?).....A friend told me." In case they wondered how he knew that..
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 8:39 pm
  Mutation: Geokinesis
Alpha
Location: New Facility - Alkalai Lake Things since the Sentinel attack had been tense, their main target escaping in the chaos, and the team just barely managing to hold their own against the sentinels. Even she was bothered by how ineffective they seemed to be against this threat, even with the Brotherhood’s assistance, which annoyed some of them more than others. At least the Registration Act, in its current form, had died - she had a feeling that it was just a matter of time before a similar piece of legislation rose to take its place. When they got back to the Academy, they needed to regroup and take care of their wounds, both physical and emotional. Several of their number chose to leave, either permanently or temporarily. Mutant discrimination showed no signs of dying like the Registration Act, violence against her kind still rampant. Tara had come back after going home to visit her family, only to find out that they were going to be moving into a new home until things had died down. Most people wouldn’t understand why a geokinetic would be uncomfortable with being underground. Most people hadn’t woken up as a blind zombie and had to dig their way out of the earth, losing chunks of their own flesh in the process. When she tried to explain it to someone that hadn’t been involved in the Halloweentown episode, it sounded stupid. She didn’t like sounding stupid. That being said, their new accommodations weren’t exactly sub-par. As always, the Academy had spared no expense. She’d gotten the younger students that the higher ups had inexplicably entrusted her with settled, and set out to find some form of entertainment. Most were consumed with setting up their new rooms, but Tara didn’t feel right doing that until Lillian arrived. The younger students didn’t prove much sport, so she tended to ignore them as much as they ignored her - she didn’t have that maternal quality that Bella had. The one that drew people to her and made them trust her. Most knew that Tara would chew them up and spit them out as soon as it seemed like it would be fun. No wonder she didn’t have too many friends. Coming across a small group in the hallway, she overheard Leo asking where his room was, the brunette sidling up to him with a playful smile. “ Hopefully right next to mine,” she retorted with a wink, then turning her attentions towards the rest of the group. Scott excused himself, telling the boy that their leader would show him the way. Bella, seeming like she was forcing herself to smile, went along with the instructions, Tara regarding the songstress silently as Blake remarked that the animal mimic looked like he could use some TLC. There was something going on with him and Scott, though she must have come into the situation a little too late to figure it out. “ Trouble in paradise,” she asked him, eyes darting to the retreating Scott as if asking the cowboy to elaborate. Roland apologized for barging in on the conversation - apparently, he had been put to work on the base already. Guess he needed to stay busy until his redheaded….whatever…arrived on the next jet. That whole thing didn’t make sense to her - it didn’t make sense to a lot of people. He must be good in bed. “ Jesus, could we get a more depressed group of people down here? We’re underground, we’re not dead.” Her hands found her hips, looking between those that remained. They were going to kill themselves if this was the way it was going to be from here on out. Rounding on Blake and Roland as Bella and Leo disappeared down the hallway, her hip cocked to the side with an expectant look. “ So? Are we going to find something to do until the others arrive? Or should I go find something sharp to slit my wrists with to join the rest of you corpses.” At the very least, they could do something to make the base seem like less of a prison when the rest of their teammates arrived. If this was what she was stuck with until Lillian arrived, she’d just have to make the best of it.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 12:16 am
ALPHA Off to the hidey hole..  Lillian had dosed dreamlessly as the plane went on, waking abruptly as her head slid forward. With a sudden intake of air resulting in a slight snorting sound. Blinking rapidly in her surprise her body settled once more as her mind remembered where she was. She awoke just in time to hear Gracie behind her ask about the underground base and it's look as well as accommodations. Kerri spoke up before Lillian stating that given Xavier's vast resources things were likely to be really nice. “Well from what Forge said when I had been helping him pack his experiments. There are supposed to be screens made to look like windows. That are to simulate looking outside and show the solar and lunar cycles. Along with lighting that is to mimic sunlight so people will still be getting vitamin d. So that should limit cabin fever hopefully.” She covered her mouth as she yawned as her body was still tired and hadn't been able to catch up on rest. Judging from noise around the plane clearly the mimic was the only person totally exhausted. Kerri spoke about how tensions are likely to be higher in the underground base. “That is certainly likely. As while there is likely to be lots of actual space at the same time less space to get away people.” Hopefully things aren't completely like a powder keg waiting to explode. “Punishments are likely to get harsher for fighting. Maybe confinement in the holding cells. As I don't see grounding to ones room is going to be much of a punishment.” Lillian was worried more for others then herself in this new sealed underground base. The power mimic was so glad to have the pair of girls behind her as friends, along with Tara who was already at the base, and Cissa were all counted among her closest friends. The brunette would certainly be lost without them. (OOC: Sorry for the short post.)
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 6:05 pm
Name: Leonardo Rossi
Team: Alphas
Location:
Reunions His sudden appearance caught some of them off-guard, which was understandable, seeing as how in the past few weeks he had spent his time trying to be undetectable. Old habits die hard, he guessed. Out of all the people that were surprised by his presence though, he had expected Bella to be the least shocked. Back at the Xavier Mansion, she always knew where he was, as she had memorized nearly everyone's footsteps. He didn't think it was possible to sneak up on the siren. Perhaps he had been gone too long.
Tara popped up then, making a joke as to the location of his quarters – a hope that it was in close proximity to hers. He couldn't help but let the corner of his mouth twitch into a smile. Tara – she always knew how to make a bad situation good… or at least humorous in some aspect. A small chortle escaped from his nose as he looked over to her. A quip with a similar level of humor felt appropriate, but none came to mind – he was just so exhausted. "Hey, Tara," he nodded to her, with lack of anything else better to say.
Scott pointed out that Bella would show him the way before scuttling off, apparently using the animal mimic's arrival as a distraction to get out of a conversation with Blake. Leo looked over to Blake apologetically, hoping that he didn't screw up anything too serious. Apparently not, as Blake soon turned to him and welcomed him, saying that his fellow teammates had missed him. "Thanks," he said. Then the country lad said something very obvious – Leo seriously needed some recouping. He nodded in agreement.
Roland offered his culinary services to Leo, mentioning French toast. "I think I'll be fine, thanks," he muttered. One would think that after being in such isolation for so long, he'd be happy to surrounded by friends and comrades. Just the opposite, actually – he was itching to get away once again. 'Away', as in, to his room and just get his head straight. In the past month, he had been looking over his shoulder for so long – it was like a stress-induced buzzing had been sitting at the back of his head. It was why he looked to be in such bad shape. His voice was still hoarse and whispery, a certain twitchy-ness about him. His eyes shifted about, looking out to any sort of danger… even though there was none.
He finally looked over to Bella – made eye contact. Things were in such shambles between them. He still needed time to gather himself, to collect his thoughts. Now though, he had to pretend like things were okay. Blake knew that things weren't on such great grounds, and he subconsciously thanked him for not bringing it up. But if anyone else figured out that he was having some sort of dilemma with his team leader, things might be a bit more tense around base.
It was hard, looking at her. Not because of strong, dark emotions that he harbored for the songstress, but because he could see a glimpse of what he'd done to her. She was obviously effected by him – and it was because she cared. He had to make things right. He couldn't stand someone being in such distress because of him.
Because of his bull-headedness.
Bella offered to show him the way, and he fell in place next to her as the pair started to head down the hall. When they were a good distance away from the rest of the group, Leo still whispered lowly, "It's good to see you." Did he mean it? Sure he did. He'd be lying if he said that he wished he had never seen the Alpha leader again. It was a rough patch. They'd smooth things out.
At least, so he hoped.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 3:19 pm
 [ ʈ | ɦ | ҿ ➸ S | i | z | e | - | S | h | i | f | t | i | n | g ]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOmega - Unrested - Jet, hangar
Cissa's nearness warmed him to the core, even if she sat inches away from him. That she'd chosen the seat next to his meant the world to him, and it didn't seem so dark. Throughout the course of the flight, a few of his fangirls had seized the opportunity to poke and prod him – giggling every time they mustered up the courage to brush the fabric of his shirt or mess with his hair. Truthfully, the native didn't mind... since he'd arrived at the Academy he'd dealt with this sort of behavior. Did he think it strange? Yes. Did it bloat his ego all the more? Definitely. When the sun goddess plopped down next to him, however... the girls dispersed like grease poured onto a fire. Though he chose not to open his eyes to see her, she would have noticed the slight tick in his expression – one side of his mouth pulling upwards into a half-cocked grin.
She instructed him to be more careful about his location the next time he chose to nap, which elicited a deep-throated chuckle to emanate from his chest. “Well, my taking your advice depends on the identity of my next predator, ki'somma. Would it be you thinking about jumping at that opportunity?” He teased, the sound of laughter evident in his voice. “If it's not you, I don't think I have too much to worry about... after all, you took care of that problem pretty quickly.”
He half-opened his eyes as he heard the sound of footsteps nearing them. An Alpha had been brave enough to approach the Omega leader, and immediately his interest was piqued. Pretending to be alseep, he couldn't help but wonder just what had possessed the poor fool to try and talk to what most of the Blue and Blacks thought of as the enemy. This ought to be rich. He asked if she minded, and the growl that Cissa returned had been exactly what he'd expected.
Though, even after she dubbed him a pariah, he still had enough in him to continue on his spiel. The air seemed to heat as her patience bar evaporated with Gabe's continued presence. Normally, Aren would have murmured an 'easy,' to try and get his favorite blond to go easy on the guy, but with the impending underground base... he knew Narcissa wasn't in a good place. Not that it was the Alpha's fault... he just wasn't helping the matter by insisting on being around her. The Omega queen uttered her threats after him once he'd decided he'd tempted fate enough and Aren allowed himself a small bout of laughter – clearly amused. “That was tame.” He stated, surprised that the only thing that had been hurt was the flash drive he'd given her.
“I half expected for his hair to be mere cinders by now.” His chocolate eyes focused on her, his expression rich with his delight at the situation. “I think you've lost your touch... he was brave enough to continue talking after you told him non-too-kindly to go away.” The size shifter teased. The way he said it promised that he wouldn't be forgetting this little bout for a long time to come. “Weren't you the one who claimed to strike fear into everyone's hearts?”
Her arm brushed against his, and the teasing stopped momentarily. While his presence put her in a better mood, her presence often sobered him, even just a little. Though, all of his composure flew out one of the little windows next to them as soon as she compared the alphas to dogs. He laughed – not because he thought it an apt description – but because her way with words always amused him. The images that flooded his imagination had a lot to do with her holding dog biscuits in the air and some of the students jumping in sync with the bobbing of her hand.
Her hand found his, and the size shifter stole a questioning glance. They were in the front, where the rest of the students wouldn't see her obvious display of affection unless they happened to walk up to their seats. His fingertips played against hers, satisfied that she'd not given up on them.
Their quiet time didn't last for long, however. Felix threw a spit ball toward his head, and his hand rubbed his skull as though it had actually hurt as he turned around to stare at the speedster, who was busy laughing – obviously satisfied with his pranks. “So that's how it's going to be, eh?” The native called back, grinning. He caught what Aurelie said and he threw his hands in the air, feigning that he'd been offended by her remark. “And just what did I ever do to you, Blondie?!” The serious expression didn't last for long, because he soon found himself grinning.
Raine ushered her own commentary, instructing Felix to act his age if he wanted to get into the telekinetic's pants. Laughing, he winked at the girl he'd taken to prom. “Solid advice. Maybe then he'll get his own fan club instead of trying to pick up girls out of mine.”
Grabbing one of the magazines in front of him, he tore out a piece and wadded it up into a ball, hurling it toward Felix. “No spit required if you know how to throw well.” He called back.
The intercom crackled as someone in the cabin picked it up to make an announcement. "Attention please. Take your seats and fasten your seat belts. We're about to land."
Shrugging at the lost potential of a war with Felix, Aren plopped down next to Narcissa, his fingers threading into her hers. “Breathe, ki'somma. It'll be alright.” He whispered, feeling her anxiousness as they made the descent. His ears popped unpleasantly and he frowned, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. “Do you have any gum?”
They landed, and the ceiling closed in over them, the last of the natural sunlight making bitter goodbye with the sudden chill from the Canadian air. As they stepped off the plane, the remnants of wind kept the hangar cold... but it was a welcome feeling to him, not an extreme change from the winters he felt in Montana. Glancing to Narcissa, he smiled. “Did Scooter promise you the big room again?”
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 3:59 pm
╰☆╮ Name: Katarina Force ╰☆╮ Alias: Kali ╰☆╮ Team: Alpha, Apparently.╰☆╮ Ability: Shape Shifter ╰☆╮ Location: Rochester: Traveling with Team Leo ╰☆╮
"Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. The fearful are caught as often as the bold." ✬════━━┈┈┈☆┈┈┈━━════✬  Katarina admittedly spent most of her time with Aurelie, in one form or another. Gideon was fun to harass every now and again, but the death threats were getting old, fast. The professors at the Academy didn’t really trust her to be on her own, rightfully so, but they seemed more willing to allow her a modicum freedom if she remained in the care of a member of the junior teams. She almost felt like a rented out library book—As if there might be some sort of fee for turning her back in a day late.
The spirited Italian woman would never be able to properly understand the morality and thought process of the X-Men, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t trying. She just seemed to fall short when the ends seemed to justify the means. The shortest route to something was a straight line, through any obstacle. If the road block happened to be human shaped, the X-Men swerved whereas Katarina’s first thought was to plow right on through.
The shape shifter had ended up laying in Aurie’s lap after the last mission, a shivering mess once she’d transformed back and hurled her guts out. The panther form she’d taken had enjoyed the taste of human the human guards she’d taken chunks out of whereas it made Katarina physically ill. She’d actually thrown up an ear. A whole, human ear.
One of the senior X-Men would have found a way around such inhumanity, but Katarina embraced it as part of her own nature. Kill or be killed. She was no different than the creatures she turned in to.
Scott, her so called advisor, had suggested that she spend less time in animal forms after that. So when she met Aurelie’s sister, Ann, she actually met in person, not as a fluffy little cat. Ann was kind and smelled enough like Aurelie that Katarina found a similar solace in her company. They watched old movies, shopped, and went out on the town when it seemed safe. Once Ann heard that Katarina really didn’t have much in the way of personal effects she insisted on sending the were-woman home with veritable bunker of clothing and accessories. She’d even thought her pretty enough to offer her a job with her company as a model.
Kat didn’t know exactly what to make of someone being so warm. The last welcome she’d received had been by Gideon, who had seen fit to dangle her over the edge of the rooftop by her throat.
That memory had led her to sit next to Gabriel on the jet, never one to be far from Aurelie, though she didn’t want to cramp her style with Felix. Honestly, the speedster was more of a man whore than the original Casanova… But to each their own. Not to mention that Gabriel was young, and sweet. He didn’t have a malevolent bone in his body. It made him easy to be around because she didn’t need to watch her back. She wouldn’t find a dagger, or three adamantium claws sticking out of it.
Speaking of the socially awkward Alpha, gun-metal blue eyes watched him curiously while he returned to his chair, mumbling under his breath. She was close enough to catch bits and pieces, but it didn’t take a genius to fill in the blanks and realize that his interaction with Omega royalty hadn’t gone well. Settling her legs comfortably across his lap as they had been before, she couldn’t help but chuckle when he pulled out his laptop, glowering like a child that had just been spanked by his madre. “You really should not poke the bear in an enclosed space, caro…”
“Or at least use a longer stick so you don’t lose an arm.”, she suggested loftily in the dim lightly, head tilting while she tried to gauge his expression. Did he truly not see the game the Omega leader was orchestrating? She’d seen it time and time again growing up under Madam Hydra’s scrutiny, a tactic of training and something of war. “You’ll give a copy to the harpy will you not? I’m sure she’ll relay it to whomever she needs to…”
Katarina still couldn’t stand Isabella. She’d successfully tamed and broken one of the most beautiful weapons she’d ever seen. For bringing X-20 to his knees where all else had failed, the shape shifter could never forgive her.
The warning went off to fasten their seatbelts and she exhaled, gladdened that they would be released from this tragic metal box soon. She would much rather fly under her own power than this monstrosity.
✬════━━┈┈┈☆┈┈┈━━════✬ (Oodles Of Chickens: ...Sorry if it sucks.)
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 1:30 pm
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LYDIA ORCHID AUTUMN┃O M E G A┃PREHENSILE HAIR ┃P L A N E
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XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXFALL TO YOUR KNEES AND HAIL TO THE FREAKS ☠ LOOK AT ME AND YOU WILL SEE
WE BOW TO NONE. WE STAND AS ONE.  It seemed that, no matter the given situation, nothing could dampen Aspen's spirits. That was one of the things she liked about the girl, though admittedly it was occasionally more than a little annoying. Right now was one of those such times. Normally she did not mind her active mouth and her quirky attitude, but all of that talking while being confined to a giant flying death trap was more akin to having a baby on board than just a quirky pixie. Perhaps it was tied down to the girl's power. She imagined the plane had to generate a significant amount of kinetic energy just from all the humming it did as it pierced through the air at speeds she did not feel like calculating. She liked to think the girl was sucking all that energy inside the passenger deck and funneling it outward through her mouth in a neverending storm of mostly useless information. ”No, of course it's not that bad,” she said to the girl, not even trying to hide the sarcasm from her voice, ”We're only trapped inside a giant flying coffin into a frozen wasteland in ******** Canada of all places on the run from giant homicidal tin cans and the Sapien scum that keep them on a leash. Honestly, I'd rather be literally anywhere else. Maybe Miami, or Honolulu, or maybe I could even go back to Cuba; somewhere I don't have to wear pants... or clothes in general, for that matter.”
Naturally, Aspen cotniued talking, tackling the subject of the moose that Magda had been so keen on riding at some point in their stay in the great white hellhole that they would be making their residence for the time being. She explained in detail what options would be available to them at the hypothetical situation in which they were to find a moose. Orchid remained quiet, only chipping in to suggest they lure one of their less composed members hunt one down for Magda. She hadn't even considered Aspen for the role; she'd been, of course, thinking of the boy with the claws, or perhaps that moron with the armor. He had to have some other use other than making the room look and smell that much worse every time he walked in, right? But of course, when Aspen volunteered her services, the hair manipulator could not help but think the choice was glaringly obvious. There was a certain unspoken agreement between Orchid and the girl; Orchid was the brains, Aspen was the muscle. There was no reason Aspen couldn't be used as her personal attack dog, even for such silly tasks as wrangling a moose to make Magda happy. Granted, even Orchid had her limits, and the thought of such a pretty girl doing something as disgusting as eating dog biscuits was horrifying, to say the least. Magda did the speaking for her this time, asking the girl just what was wrong with her. Orchid shook her head and waved her hand, as if trying to catch the question in mid-air before it could reach Aspen's ears. ”Uh-uh. There are some Pandora's boxes even I would rather not open.”
Of course the girl would randomly comment on her love of maple syrup. It seemed no off-hand comment was out of bounds for the girl. Magda asked if the girl came with a mute button, and Orchid shrugged. That was the question, wasn't it? ”Believe me, I've looked. I'll inform you when I find it.” Her attention then turned to the redheaded twin girl with the figure Orchid could stare at for hours, and given the option she could certainly lay her hands all over it for much longer. Magda did not seem too keen on the attention she gave the girl, and her sudden passive aggressive remark did not escape the hair manipulator, bring a smirk to her face. ”Sweetie, jealousy is unbecoming of you. You should really tone that down. It makes you significantly less attractive, you know.” She kept her attention toward the redhead, though this time to punish Magda a little bit. She did not think Magda had anything in her body to be ashamed of, and it wasn't like her smaller proportions couldn't be... fixed. But Orchid could not deny the allure of a curvacious woman.
Narcissa claimed her attention next. She assured her that, were they to end up on a deserted island, no one would freeze, given that the little twin was apparently a pyrokinetic. At least she confirmed for her which twin was the one she was currently staring at and mentally undressing. ”Well then, can I insist that we sleep huddled in pairs?” She smirked at the sunlit blonde. Her attention turned toward the redheaded younger twin again, though this time because she heard her speak. She was almost disappointed by how vacuous the space in the younger twin's cranium seemed to be, though that never stopped her from admiring a good-looking woman. ”On second though, I'll take the cool twin, not the airhead. That mouth could certainly be a problem for me.” She stopped to consider it for a moment, then quickly backtracked. ”Oh, ******** it. I could always just use one of my ballgags. Those don't get nearly enough use these days.” She offered her “consolation”, that maybe they might be attacked in mid-air by some army of supervillains and never actually make it to the nation of maple syrup and polite hockey riots. Peyton offered that she would rather simply plummet to her death right now. Orchid laughed lightly. Somehow in the shuffle, the hair manipulator missed Aspen's brief absence, but the scent of soap was enough to remind her of the girl's presence as she returned to her seat. She informed Peyton that falling from such heights “hurts like a ******** b***h,” and Orchid did not even bother asking how she knew such things. She figured the less she knew about Aspen's life, the more sane she would more than like be.
Orchid offered her bourbon to Magda to calm her down, and their leader told her to just not get too wasted. ”Don't worry. This isn't anywhere near enough to put me under. You'd know when I'm drunk, anyway; I start shedding clothes.” Orchid grinned at Magda's reaction to the taste of the alcohol. ”Lightweight,” she said to her, teasingly. ”Eagle Rare. Bourbon,” she added matter-of-factly. Narcissa instructed Orchid to offer the liquor to Peyton as well, which Orchid responded to with a nod and a mock military salute, then told Peyton that, were she to actually attempt to commit suicide-by-jumping-off-a-goddamn-plane, she should use the cargo bay doors so the rest of the plane did not lose any air pressure. ”Just as long as my stuff is safe. There's a lot of expensive clothing in my suitcases, not the least of which are all the corsets I don't know how to make yet.” Their leader asked her then not to share her alcohol with Aspen. ”We could always just fasten her to one of the landing gears,” she said almost too casually, with a shrug. ”Maybe put all the Alphas there. Except the pretty ones. They still serve some purpose as long as they keep their mouths shut.”
Magda warned Orchid that the alcohol “better work”, and the hair manipulator could not suppress her smirk. She reached for the flask in the girl's hand, lightly confiscating it and taking another sip of the substance before handing it back. She learned over onto the girl's shoulder and purred into her ear at a volume the others were sure not to hear. ”Well, if that doesn't work, I could always take you to the back of the plane and I'm sure we can find some other way to keep your mind off the flight.” She slowly traced a few fingers along the girl's arm. ”I'm sure we can think of a few things.”
After what felt like years midflight, she heard a warning on the intercom, informing them they were about to reach their destination. She stretched her arms out over her seat. Finally, she thought. She couldn't wait to get off this damn flying cylinder of death and claim her new room.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 7:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 6:37 pm
L e i o nxxA. E v a n s ΩMEGα, LѺDεSTAℜ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇xxx Location: I'm Lost(Alkalai Lake Base)
Thoughts: What Happened?  Everything whirled around him and the world melted away his arms were held up in a fruitless defensive poster and his breathing ragged, the sweat on his body began cooling in a new environment, there were neither fires blazing around him nor the smell of death all around. Something was wrong, well more wrong than usual. Had he died and just not noticed it?
His pounding heart and need to draw breath told him otherwise, but then why had all the noise stopped? Or most of the noise, there were things going on, different from the sound of Sentinels and their blasting. He was no longer outside, he was indoors but it felt different somehow. He decided to have a look around; the place had an odd feel to it, it seemed to be decorated to look like a comfortable home, but underneath that was a distinct sterility that made him think of a hospital. He stopped just as he was about to turn a corner.
Voices. . .
Not just any voices, but ones that should not be speaking, ones that should never have been heard again. Scott Summers was the most distinct, his direct and authoritative voice with a hint of paternal warmth for students. Isabella was the next he recognized, a clear voice that could carry for miles if she wanted it to. There were many others, younger students he assumed, sounding very impressed as Summers was talking about something he couldn’t quite make out; the voices were moving closer to his hallway junction so he moved back into a wall recess for a door to keep from being seen. No point in rushing into a situation without analyzing it first: was it possible he was thrown back in time? Or maybe someone else has been and this was a result of the past changing? According to some records in the mansion such things had happened before, the only other thing he could think of was that somewhere in the world some mutant with reality altering powers had emerged and the Sentinels found him/her too late, after all the Scarlet Witch had been one of the first to fall when this all started.
While he was thinking another voice started up, one a bit more familiar. Roland “Ravage” Bellicosa, he was one of Magneto’s top lackey’s from his time with the brotherhood, a vicious killer with little to no conscience who would kill a puppy as soon as his own enemies. Just hearing his voice set Leion’s blood boiling, he had set a personal vendetta against Leion for abandoning the Brotherhood to join Xavier’s.
Without thinking that every one of these voices belonged to a dead person he rushed out from his hiding place, boots thunking loudly on the floors and flung himself bodily at Roland his eyes glowing red and shouting “You b*****d! I’ll ******** kill you!”L o s t i n s i d e y o u r m i n d p a n i c a n d p a i nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 3:49 pm
 
Lillian had been sleeping deeply, apparently... she'd been comfortable enough while they flew to fall asleep, only waking up after she snorted loudly. Giggling, Gracie winked at her. “Wake up Sunshine. I didn't know you snored.” She jibed.
The last few weeks had been a much needed reprieve for a lot of the junior X-men; some of them had been put through hell. Many had visited home, saying goodbye to the Academy for a few short weeks. Gracie had been one of the few that had stayed – her home not safe to return to yet. Kerri had put off her vacation time for a while, tending to her beau as he recovered from the wounds he'd sustained during the fight against the robotic giants. The red head had filled her in on the details of the troubled waters she faced in her relationship, and both she and Lillian offered what advice they could. Gracie reminded her often to take her own advice with a grain of salt; she'd only returned to the X-men to escape her own problems in that area, so she probably wasn't the best person to ask about making relationships work.
Even as she sat on the jet surrounded by her friends, her thumb ran over the now bare spot where her wedding band had been. Sometimes she still felt naked without it. And too often she found herself checking her ring finger for something she knew wouldn't be there. Focusing on more positive things, she sought to distract herself from the pounding in her chest. For the barest of moments when they'd been packing, she had felt a pull toward Bruce... the staunch feeling that she should go back and try again. She doubted he had anything to do with it – he shouldn't know just where she was yet, and with the move Emlen would be even more secure. Instead of reliving that feeling, Gracie asked her friends what they thought the new base would look like. “I mean, when they said underground... I couldn't help but think of gray cemented walls and dirt tumbling in at the seams of the roof.” She admitted, knowing how silly it would sound. “Obviously, Xavier wouldn't do that to us... but I thought I should share.”
Some of the little kids that had been taken before them had similar thoughts, thinking their new home would resemble a dungeon and not a school. She'd assured them that it wouldn't, but a few of them still appeared nervous about boarding the jet.
Kerri voiced a concern about how tensions might rise between rivals being cooped up, and the hex manipulator found herself agreeing with her. “Cabin fever amplified by super powers.” She noted, hazel eyes alight from her imagination running off with the idea. “I am sure they'll constantly be replacing things... walls, lamps... if that's the case. Well, more so than usual.” They were moving because the higher-ups felt like it'd be safer... the base would be less likely to be torn asunder if no one knew where they were. But that would only work if the X-men didn't destroy it themselves.
Lillian gave input then, describing what Forge had explained to her, what with solar panels and illusions for windows. “At least we won't feel like we're living in a box then.” The thought of being underground slightly unnerved her... but she'd do her best to buy into the appearances. The brunette said punishments would likely be harsher, but Gracie couldn't imagine anyone being put in a holding cell... considering how extreme it sounded.
There was a bunch of commotion going on behind them – something to do with Raine and Felix, but Gracie didn't bother to interrupt until a spit ball whizzed past her head and toward Lillian's. Raising a brow, she exchanged a saucy look with the copycat. “Are you just going to let that slide?” She asked her friend, her lips pulled into a smirk.
* * time skip * *
They started to land shortly after the spitball escapade, and Gracie stole a glance outside, silently reminding herself that it'd be the last time she saw the actual sun for awhile. Sighing, she watched the ground open up beneath them, welcoming the plane's descent as it swallowed them whole. The ceiling re-closed with a mechanical sound, and the seat belt light went off seconds after. Grabbing her bag, she tossed a smile in her friends' direction. ”Ready to check it out?” She asked excitedly, feeling safer – for more reasons than one – already.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 4:50 pm
Omega: Sparrow
Location: Jet
Threat Level: Irritated
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Y O U____________________________________________________
ARE DRIVING ME INTO PANIC____________________________
I KNOW THAT YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND IT___________________________
I'M CONSTANTLY SINKING_________________________
I'M NO LONGER THINKING_________________________________
SO LEAVE ME ALONE WHILE I'M_______________________________________
F R A N T I C____________________________
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