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 Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 12:59 pm
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 4:38 pm
Aʆєxaηdra Ӎaʀiʆèηє AgηèȿCodename:Flairer ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ (()) Alex found herself almost chuckling at the faint jovial tone she heard from Gabriel. While she hadn’t interacted with him much, she couldn’t recall him sounding so comfortable or so happy before. He must have felt more comfortable in his skin now. She smiled at the thought. “Nothing wrong with stubbornness as long as you know when you honestly cannot do it alone.” She replied back with a faintly teasing tone.
Gabriel looked to find what he was looking for. However, her head turned quickly at the sound of something dropping. A girl she wasn’t too familiar with appeared to be in utter shock. She frowned while furrowing her eyebrows. “What is wrong?” The frightened girl didn’t appear to hear her. Her eyes widened at seeing an orange substance forming around the girl’s fingers. The substance reminded her of a new teammate whose name started with a C. At a time like this, it would be nice to have infinite infallible memory.
She followed the girl’s gaze the best she could. The subject seemed to be Gabriel. But why? Just as she looked over his figure and caught sight of a potential reason, someone else came in and confirmed it for her. The gun at his side had scared the girl. Normally, guns would unnerve her too. Just Gabriel tended to have one on him, and it was between getting used to it or freaking out every-time she saw him. She chose the latter for the skittish boy’s sake.
“It is alright. Everything will be okay. Gabriel would never hurt his teammates.” At least, she tried her best to keep her faith that fellow teammates wouldn’t hurt each other. The incident between Kat and Leo did not help said belief. “But um…she is kind of right. Guns have too many negative connotations to simply be out in the open like that. Sorry.” She hoped Gabriel wasn’t offended. Yet, he didn’t appear to be and showed understanding by unloading the gun right on the counter.
His skill in doing so was something to be marveled. Her lack of experience would mean she couldn’t do the same. Admittedly, she wasn’t sure she wanted to considering she still felt iffy about guns. As Charlotte asked how their morning was, Alex smiled once again. “I am doing well. I was going to admit to cook myself some breakfast.” She glanced between the three and smiled more. “If it is not a terrible attempt and I have enough, maybe we could share.”
When Alex looked back over at the girl, she saw the girl making different signs. Unfortunately, sign language was not one of her fortes. Luckily, the girl started to type on her phone, allowing her and the others to read what the girl wished to say. The comments seemed aimed at Charlotte though, and Alex wasn’t sure what to say back. Gabriel gave her a good idea once he got through his own introduction and offered to help Colin.
“My name is Alexandra, but I go by Alex. Flairer on the field. Pleasure to meet you.” She smiled warmly at Colin. Since Gabriel took up the mantle to help Colin, she looked back over at Charlotte. “So how are you this morning? Do you have anything planned?” ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ "We will drink our fill of Alpha
Then, of golden sunshine that spills into Kitchen
Till our brains intertwine with Gabriel, Colin, and Charlotte "
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 1:11 am
 
I'm an Alpha In The GreenHouse Chatting It Up With Gracie No Candlestick
Luke wasn’t really sure how to go about asking for something to do. He wanted to try and hone his skills, but the person he normally would have asked for help was basically comatose. Headmaster Face Cannon was in charge of the Alpha’s while Isabella was down and out, but he seemed busier than a traffic cop in Los Angeles. The plant manipulator didn’t want to bother him if he could help it. So he casually mentioned a request to do some training to Remy LeBeau when he was in the kitchen and found himself in way over his head.
The Ragin Cajun put him through his paces in the gym. From doing cardio to running through military based obstacle courses—He was whooped. Eventually they got down to brass tacks and started working with wooden bo staffs. Gambit frequently utilized a metallic collapsible version, so swinging one expertly was second nature to him. Luke could hit a target with a DMR from several hundred meters away, but fight with a bo staff? Admittedly, it was a little rough.
“Don’ hold it like a baseball bat, homme.”, Professor LeBeau instructed, showing him the proper places to put his hands. “Dere, dats more like it.”
Luke nodded his head when appropriate and followed directions as best he could. His hands and arms were sore from the impact forced from blocking hits and swinging, but at least he was wearing gloves so he shouldn’t blister too bad. He put up a good fight but eventually Gambit still swept his legs out from under him which caused Luke to fall flat on his a**. The plant manipulator groaned and let his hands fall to the blue training mat. “Damn that hurts.”
Gambit laughed and offered the student a hand up. “Yea, it sure does. What’s dat old sayin’? No pain no gain.”
“You did good mon ami. Not great, but you’ll do better next time, non?”
Luke gave the man a half grin, trying to see a compliment somewhere between the lines. He wasn’t sure whether or not he regretted asking the mentor for the Thieves for assistance just yet, but he was positive the bruises he was sure to have later would clear that right up.
From there the plant manipulator headed off to the showers. He felt beat, but pumped about having the chance to do something active. Things were basically at a standstill in the underground base since it turned out that Big Brother was watching them. Well, hunting them. With people shaped weapons of mass destruction.
After the showers he wandered around abit, headphones in his ears. He usually had some kind of music playing just to drown out the silence in the base. Even though it was full of people it was nowhere near max capacity. The X-Men had tried to make it feel more like a home, and less like a concentration camp, but they’d only partially succeeded. Not for the first time he found himself missing his old mentor Ororo Monroe. She always knew what to say to make him feel a little less out of place. He went looking for her in the usual places, and sooner than later found her in the green house. Storm, along with being a bringer of mass destruction, had an incredible green thumb. He’d often seen her raise flowers by hand that he’d never even heard of….And she went the long way about it. Actually, you know, planting seeds. Watering. Waiting.
Luke appreciated her talent, but preferred his powers. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
A flood of little voices entered his mind the closer he got to the greenery. They were anxious and bored. Storm hadn’t been to see them yet. They were basically bitching about being ignored. “Yea yea I get it…”, Luke muttered to the nearest tree, not realizing at first that the greenhouse was actually a popular place for once. “You sound like tossed salad. Chill. One beef at a time.”
He knelt down to a row of African Violets and picked few weeds from the bedding. It thanked him, fairly politely, to which he nodded his head. Hearing an infamous voice he did a double taken when he realized that the Omega leader was in the greenhouse. What in the seven hells was she doing here? He gawked, for a solid thirty seconds, before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking straight up in the other direction. Nope. Nope, and a little bit of ******** that.
Luke didn’t even care that the sprinklers were on in the back of the greenhouse. Were it just Daylia sitting at the table, he would have totally stopped by… But there was no way he was chancing a run in with Solaris. She was bag full of cats kinda crazy. Truth be told, that was generally how he liked his women, but not when they could roast his chestnuts on an open fire.
His headphones would be fine, he surmised. They were supposedly water proof. Water ran down his Mr. Clean bald head and he relaxed a little bit. He was far enough from Narcissa that hear no evil, see no evil totally applied. What he didn’t expect to see was a soaking wet Gracie standing under the sprinklers. Luke laughed a little to himself at the sight. This was a much better kind of crazy. “Oh I wasn’t gonna say nothin—”
“Not about that anyway. Now your hands…”, Luke trailed off, observant eyes having picked up on her bloodied knuckles. That was a sight of a frustrated person if he ever saw one. “What’s got you all wound up?”
Clearly something did, if she went off on something and hurt her knuckles like that.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 9:19 am
  
It was a shame she had a conscience; Aurelie would have much rather helped Tara hold up the wall while she tried to regain some energy. It was also a shame that she didn’t have telepathy - because otherwise she would have known that Dimitri had Gabe covered, and then she could have stayed to anchor the wall. She came upon the struggling pair, her feet completely off the floor as she offered a hand.
Her lips pulled upward as Dimitri guessed off the bat what she was offering. “An invisible one would be more efficient.” Pointing back at her stature, she made it clear that a slip of a woman wasn’t going to be much help in toting around the big lug without some extra help. With a flick of her hand, and some concentration, the burden of Gabe’s dead weight eased. “You keep me upright and I’ll just keep him floating.” She instructed, stepping down from the air.
Dimitri asked if the suits were self-cleaning, and azure gems for eyes widened. She hadn’t considered that in the least. But if they had to wash them, would they need dry cleaned or would the be safe in the washer? Unsure, a dainty eyebrow rose to match the challenge in her tone. “He’d better not ‘tinkle’ just in case.”
Two Days Later, Library -
The last two days had left the telekinetic frustrated - not because of the schoolwork or the simulation sessions, but because Scott continued to restrict access to Kat and Leo, with the empty promise that he would let her see them when the situation was handled. It was for her own good, he’d said. Snapping her Advanced Organic Chemistry book closed in frustration, the blond hardly agreed. She could scarcely concentrate knowing her best friend was confined to a cell - in the same room as the man beast who had tried to kill her.
How could Scott do that? Putting the pair of them within hearing distance of each other wasn’t going to magically make them get along in the future.
Furthermore, when did he think the situation would be “handled?” Two days had passed already. He couldn’t keep her away forever - even if he didn’t approve of the friends she had made since being promoted to the Alphas. If he had wanted to dictate that, he should have left her on the Corsairs.
Rumors had already circulated the facility; none of them the same as the last tale. That she had no true answers only aggravated the situation and the headmaster wouldn’t even give her those. Hitting the button on her comm, she transmitted to him once again. “Scott… you can’t continue to ignore my request.” She warned, but all that came back from the other side was silence.
Exasperated, her hands pulled at the roots of her blond hair, tempted to pull it out. “Fine.” She muttered angrily. “If you aren’t going to give me permission, I’ll do it without.” The telekinetic decided, stuffing what was left of her homework back into her bag.
Just as she made her way toward the exit, a man much taller than her sped into her path. Eyebrows climbing high to give her a quizzical appearance. “Hello, Felix…” She greeted slowly, wondering if he’d been in the room during her entire tirade. There was an awkward silence between them, and she braced herself for the oncoming flirting - especially if he had heard that her and Dom had decided to call it quits again. It was for the better; Dom was never going to settle down, and her pang of jealousy when she caught Leo and Bella together told her that her heart wasn’t completely invested in the Slovenian. At least they both had come to the realization this time - instead of doing it mid-makeout.
“Can I help you?”
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iPixie Bunni Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 9:25 am
Lachlan Beckham
Holding Cell Hall - Sub Levels
 Lachlan's eye contact hadn't ever been intended as a challenge or threat to begin with, however, he didn't fail to take note of her own unwavering scrutiny. He could tell she was eyeing him up as though he was her next meal, as if he was a newly hatched duckling unaware of the threat of a true predator posed before him. The super strong mutant wasn't quite so careless to dismiss her as a threat, though. He'd seen with his own eyes the wrath she was capable of, after all, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. He knew a little better than to be pompous in a moment such as this, of course, assuming standing his ground and searching for answers wasn't a mistake in itself.
Had Lachlan not gotten a small taste of Katerina's nature already, he might have actually fallen for the almost innocent smile she offered him. Her deeds prior betrayed her smile as false. Perhaps he wasn't a rocket scientist but he wasn't a complete and utter fool either. Knowing what he did, the smile managed to unsettle him, though he adamantly maintained his resolve along with his guard. How she could be so aloof over the life of someone who was supposed to be her teammate was pretty unsettling.
The polar bitterness entwined within her statement most certainly hadn't been lost upon the farm boy. It chilled him more than the a breeze from the callous, Canadian winter just a few floors above them and almost as much as her counterfeit smile beforehand. The blatant disregard for someone's life and well being was astounding to the likes of him. "Care to," Lachlan requested calmly, firm on maintaining his ground and not allowing Katerina's apathetic comments to get the better of him, "elaborate at all on that statement?"
He just wasn't seeing it. He couldn't fathom what Bella could have possibly done to inspire such ire in a fellow teammate. Of course, he hadn't been there to see it to begin with, he'd walked into the scene after the fact with zero context. All he'd known in the moment was that Leonardo had been choking Katerina when he'd happened upon them, the look in his eye had been wild. In the moment all Lachlan had done was react instinctively. Had he turned a blind eye, he wasn't so certain Katerina would be here having this conversation with him, period.
Naturally, Lachlan's lack of knowledge pertaining to Katerina's former affiliation with HYDRA most certainly left him in the dark over relating to her thought processes. He had no knowledge of her past just as he was certain she had none of his, not that she'd likely care. It wasn't like he'd come from a world wide terrorist organization, hell, he hadn't even had it rough growing up. The biggest of his problems had been accidentally paralyzing a little girl he'd happened to be babysitting. That little girl had been part of the reason he'd been absent this past mission, something he was beginning to dwell upon more and more. He should have been there.
After a brief pause, Katerina decided to humour him by enlightening him a bit further on why she had chosen to follow through with what she'd done. Hearing Katerina call Isabella out as a liability when she'd been one of the longest standing alphas certainly hadn't been what he'd anticipated. He fell silent, allowing her to continue her explanation as he assured he was out of reach from the cell despite the safety precautions he was certain were already implemented for her containment. "And what exactly," he questioned objectively, assuring to stay on point, "was it you felt she failed to do and see?"
As curious as he was about the 'mewling kitten' point she'd brought up, Lachlan felt it would tip their conversation away from what he actually wanted to know. He had a rough idea of what Katerina's reference may have pertained to, however, he dropped the opportunity to confirm it in search of more important information. It was something he could always come back to if he really felt the need to clarify with the whimsical woman before him.
When she further explained that the reasoning behind everything seemed to pertain to Aurelie, Lachlan felt he'd at least gained some insight on where it was Katerina was coming from. Although he completely disagreed with her methods, he could understand Katerina being upset if she felt Isabella had placed someone she cared for in danger. "So what happened, exactly? I obviously wasn't there when I should have been so I feel in part responsible for being absent when it was clear I should have been there. Perhaps things would have gone differently had I been present and this could have all been avoided. But even if you feel Bella put Aurelie in harm's way, I can hardly see how you think killing her is a justifiable response."
With Katerina finally lifting her gaze from his own for a moment, he took the opportunity to relax if only for a brief moment. The way the woman moved in itself was so utterly graceful that it was unnatural, unnerving. From her movements alone, he could tell she was far more honed and disciplined than he was. She was likely a formidable opponent he did not want to acquire, however, he wasn't willing to cower before her merely because of her chilling demeanor. He wasn't going to allow himself to be afraid when it was clear she needed to know there were people who would oppose her and assure to keep her in check, even if he failed trying.
The next question she posed, however, was one he hadn't been expecting. It was obviously asked with the full intent of catching him off guard and purely for her own amusement. While he could have chosen not to dignify her with a response, he instead chose to respond despite knowing she was hoping to extract some sort of entertainment out of him for herself. He hadn't missed the way she acted as though this was all a game for her and how she regarded him as a useless pawn in her larger scheme of chess. "Spats happen, it's how we go about settling them is what matters. I don't regret saving you, I disagree with your ideology of people being disposable simply for making mistakes. From where I stand, I feel you made a mistake and it would make me a hypocrite by my own standards had I not intervened. Just because I don't agree with you, doesn't mean I believe you should die for it. I hope for the sake of everyone, though, that you choose a different course of action once you're released. If you don't, just know I'll be on standby to assure you don't hurt anyone again. We all have a common enemy and it is not one another."
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 5:33 pm
  
Holding Cell - Sub Levels
This one was a little touched in the head wasn’t he? She supposed that was true for all of the mutants that completely bought into the X-Men Dogma. Was there ever a moment when they could pull their heads out of their respective asses and realize that mutants were at war with humanity? If it weren’t for the fact that this was the only viable place she knew of to hide from HYDRA… She wouldn’t be here.
Of course Lachlan would demand an explanation. Katerina had expected that, and already had a clinical response at the ready. His expression gave away his immediate disbelief. Katerina found herself disgusted with the wells of emotion she saw flowing through him. Though he seemed to be trying to play the diplomat… He couldn’t hide the truth from her. Few could. What exactly had Stone failed to do or failed to see? Katerina’s smile lingered, mocking and hollow. “…Everything...”
“She believes that peace can be achieved.”, Katerina informed Lachlan impartially, curiously letting her hand touch the force field between them. It stopped her progress of course, as if she were touching a wall. Oddly enough, it didn’t seem to be electrified. She fought the urge to roll her eyes. This prison cell might as well be Four Seasons. What lesson was she supposed to learn again? “She wants to hold hands with the world. She’s on a mission of virtue and good deeds.”
Katerina remembered the way the Siren had treated Rossi while she’d been wearing his skin. She’d had few days to think about it, and for better or worse, the scenario kept playing in her head over and over. There was a sense of affection and complete trust that she couldn’t identify with. It was strong enough, blinding enough, that Stone entirely missed the wolf in sheep’s clothing. For at least the length of a heartbeat Katerina felt like most important person in the world.
Until she remembered that the woman in front of her was Rossi’s current Achilles. The fact that she broke X-21 and hurt Aurelie only fueled the fire—cementing her decision.
“That kind of thinking doesn’t belong on the battlefield. It’s a warzone, not a charity event. If it continues as it has…She’ll wind up sacrificing herself and everyone under her command.”
The shape shifter fell silent once more when the farm boy asked what happened. When his lips wrapped around Aurelie’s name her face turned into something fearsome. Up until now the young woman hadn’t shown much genuine emotion. This was pure and true. Disgust. He and his kind were the very reason Stone kept using her as a bullet sponge. “You don’t have the right to say her name. None of you do. She’s a person—Not a shield for you to hide behind. Learn to fight, or get out of the way.”
From what she understood from the first time around, Stone got herself shot, and Rossi gave the order for Aurelie to contain a bomb. A freaking bomb. An explosive weapon that suddenly and violently released energy with the intention of blowing things to hell. The thought alone put her in a bad mood. What did they think would happen to her? Though she’d been present, she hadn’t known Aurelie to defend her then.
Katerina knew her now. She knew that the telekinetic would always make the choice to save those around her. The former HYDRA agent wouldn’t let her suffer for it again.
This time Stone had given the order. It was her turn to agonize.
“Stone has been in medical for a few days. Aurelie was there for WEEKS. Don’t for a MOMENT think this is over or that it was an even trade.”
Katerina ignored Lachlan’s question about what happened. She felt it was obvious. She came, she saw, she killed. End of discussion.
Instead, she changed the subject, moving the length of her cell. She never noticed how smoothly she moved. Though she did notice how clumsy everyone else was. She felt restless… She hadn’t had a good work out in days. Push ups, sit ups, etc…All part of her morning routine. That was easy in this space. Running was what she missed. She’d unfortunately gotten used to training with Christian.
Katerina shook her head at Lachlan’s reply, though not at all shocked by it. All these block heads drank the Kool aide by the gallon. “How very… Charles Xavier of you.”
“If you don’t regret it yet mia caro*…” {*My dear}, she trailed off casually, sitting back down on her cot in one fluid motion. She leaned her head back against the wall, unnerving gun metal blue eyes filled with a chilling resolve…”You will.”
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 3:37 am
  Being hit with a tranquilizer wasn’t so bad, since Christian’s transformed state had taken most of the effects once he wound up in the infirmary. He was sent home with the generic advice to drink plenty of fluids and get some rest. The werewolf was all for the earned rest, and even slept in well into the next day. Since Katerina had stirred some restlessness in him through their one-on-one training, Christian took on some interest in exercise again and ended up joining Charlie sometimes in the gym. He came in a little later after Charlie had begun his own workout routine, though only stuck with some laps around the gym and stretches due to not wanting to push any unforeseen nausea from any lingering tranquilizer in his system. He also had little idea about how to train in the same way Katerina had been teaching him, due to her absence: Christian hadn’t really seen her around since their mission, so either she had some bad injuries or..something. That, or she was building up to a mean spook to continue their weird game of ‘tag’.
That was when Charlie found a boogie board in an equipment bag somewhere the gym.
It had to be a sign to have a bit of fun that day, because the two immediately set out to the gym’s pool to do some reckless stunts with the board. However, the barrier preventing high dives into the body of water quickly squashed their hopes of stupid fun. They retreated back to their room without touching the pool that day and focused on trying to figure out how to make the boogie board work. There were ideas about potentially using the boogie board to slide around in the snow, but relented when they wanted to stick with the pool. There was also the matter of figuring out how to make the boogie board slide on the pool’s edges to allow them enough speed to semi surf. Eventually, Charlie started to piece together a more coherent plan that involved a few more materials, and their fun looked to be restored.
The next morning, Christian and Charlie woke up earlier enough to do a quick heist to pull out a few mats and lots of soap stuffed into two gym bags, two bottles of Patrón, and made their way to the pool. In the off chance that they were doing something against the rules, they had to do their sneaking. In any case, they made it to the pool without incident and proceeded to get everything set up: mats set up in one area of the pool, soap drenched all of the mats (with some left over the mats start to lose their slipperiness), and, the catalyst to it all, the eponymous boogie board. After starting off with two opening shots of Patrón, it didn’t take much sliding and diving to brew some friendly competition between the two friends: variations of who can slide the farthest, fastest, biggest splash, and other odd variants.
After a particularly clumsy slide into the pool, Christian pulled himself out of the pool and threw the boogie board to Charlie, wiping the water from his face. “We’ll do another shot after a few more! I can feel the effect wearing off!” he said happily to his friend, who was already setting up to do his own slide. He shook his head to help get the drips of water out of his hair and face, a habit his more animalistic side made him do. He watched his friend whoop and take off, sliding on the boogie board towards the pool going for a jump, but messing up at the last second and crashing into the water boardless. Christian immediately began laughing at his fall, true to what best friends due to each other. He doubled over in amusement, chuckles still escaping him as he slowly inched towards the water’s edge.
“O-o-okay, that one deserves a shot!” he said, grabbing the board that floated near the edge. He made his way to the tarp before a feminine voice pulled at his attention back towards one of the pool’s entrance. He had to guess the chick standing before them was an Alpha, because he hadn’t seen her among Omega meetings. “Eyyyy!” he greeted, waving the boogie board at her like a fan, before setting down the board on the mat and rolling his shoulders. She admired their set up, and honestly, Christian had a feeling that someone would join them. Who could resist the allure of a slip’n’slide after all?
Both Charlie and Christian’s answers to her wanting to join them were simultaneous, Christian’s “Totally!” in unision with Charlie’s “Hell yeah!”, accentuating his reply with a thumbs up. He maintained his expression and gesture even as the newcomer removed her outerwear and stripped down to her underwear, turning slightly to meet his friend’s gaze. Charlie overed him a shrug while Christian merely re-emphasized his thumbs up gesture by shaking his thumbs. Christian wasn’t the type to be embarrassed or worked up about nudity, especially since she wasn’t really nude anyways. Weren’t bikinis and underwear practically the same thing?
As she stepped up to the mat, however, Christian suddenly remembered something and grabbed the bottle of Patrón near their gym bags. “Woah woah, slow down there, Victoria’s Secret! There’s just one requirement to using our genius MacGyver waterslide: take a shot.” he said, running up to her with a bottle and glass in hand, presenting them to her. “Then you can slide to your heart’s content. Or until we run out of soap.”
He missed Maddy walking into the room as well, but caught onto her presence when she cannonballed into the pool next to Charlie.. “Oh Maddy, come on! Shots!” he protested towards the newercomer, waving the bottle of Patrón towards her, before turning back to Tara. “Actually, I guess that’s fair: she didn’t use the slide.”
He heard Maddy refer to a pug, and nearly interpreted as a sort of nickname for himself when the particular scent of another canine filled his nostrils, snapping his head over to one side of the pool to see the accordion of flesh and fur jump into the pool and swim towards the pool’s occupants. “When the
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 11:23 am
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2016 2:29 am
Dimitri Otengam, Codename: Playboy, Location: Gym,7th floor  Dimitri unleashed another right hook and turned it into a backfist, followed with a double jab with his left hand. Moments later of different combinations the Playboy entered the defense, utilizing leg checks, cross checks, blocks and and head movement while moving back and pivoting. When his imaginary opponent had left an opening, The alpha unleashed a nasty head kick, going the full motion before coming around with a 360 spinning kick. As for the intangible jabs, Dimitri slipped both of them before he unleashed a backspring, still crisp with the weights on. The person that came in and saw him complemented his skill. "Thanks K. Gotta site your sources tho if you decide to copy and paste" he jested But in his head he saw minute mistakes. "Could have went a bit higher on the jump."
The question she gave him might as well be loaded as a pistol. It was one that should have been asked to Bella. Dimitri would pass it along after his session. "Physically I'm good. Other than that.... I'm hanging in there." Right now if he had to guess he was around 80-90 percent. Mentally however was another thing. As much as he had Bella's back, back at home base was where she got hit and D wasn't there. It could be said that he was taking care of the priorities first, such as Siege who was on the brink of passing out. And then there was the SHIELD carrier. Days later he still felt like he should have brought that b***h down himself. Either send the molten rock into the engine or if he wanted to go kneivil mode and go head first into the engine himself. "How you holding up? Did you manage to get a cinnabon from the food court?" He wasn't taking away from their mission. They were both serious; one just had less bars around it.
Now they were probably plotting their next move, which members to send it based on their mistakes, and the Alpha squad's performance, while they were here licking their wounds. And then there was the new members. Right after they got hit and received false information, new people suddenly got recruited? If Dimitri knew more about SHEILD, they would go on the list of untrustworthy until otherwise. Either way...
He was watching his back for now.
And speaking of the new cats, one had walked in on their conversation. Physique wise the differences were minute. They were both tall but it seemed Dimitri clocked in more time in the weight room. But when it came to age he had been on this earth more than Otengam. Dimitri attempted to clarify what the new guy was asking. "Im down for a spar, yeah. Just give me a minute." he said, not wanting to blow off Kerrigan.
"You're one of the new guys I assume?" (OOC: Lost my last post after i worked on and just typed this up. Mistakes? let me know, otherwise I'll take the L and run it back)
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2016 4:38 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❤ Team Alphas
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Raine made her way to the lounge on the second floor, thinking that she could work on some college essays while catching up on some news. For some reason, it never occurred to her that others may have already beaten her there, the sound of the television greeting her from the hall. When she realized it was Aren, she hesitated for just a moment before deciding to plunge in. She noted that he made room on the couch for her to sit, but instead she took a chair not too far off.
He greeted her as she took a seat, the firefly muttering her own greeting in response as a smile graced her features. A few seconds of silence passed between them before he simply offered her some chips, confirming for the brunette that he was, indeed, ok with her company. He remarked that it had been awhile since they'd hung out together, maybe even since the debacle that was Prom, which she preferred never to think about again. The brunette pretended to think about the statement for a second before responding, her expression as if she hadn't considered it until now.
"Huh, I guess you're right. Crazy schedules, I suppose. Doesn't it feel like we've been having a lot of field missions lately?" It definitely wasn't because his team leader, and maybe girlfriend (they had, after all, gone to prom together) was a total b***h and the one person on the base that Raine truly couldn't stand. She'd never say that out loud, though. The last thing she wanted to do was make things more awkward for him. He was already friends with a few of the other Omegas, and the blonde dictator they called Narcissa frowned on her team having anything to do with the more tolerant Omegas.
Changing the subject slightly, she asked what they were watching, hoping he would understand that her avoiding him - and yes, she could admit to herself that she'd been doing so since prom - was nothing personal. He explained that it was a recommendation from Cammi, or more a demand if he wanted to play video games with her. Since she was out of town, he thought he'd seize the opportunity. "How time efficient of you," she responded between chips, her hand absentmindedly coming up to her mouth to hide it from view as she chewed. Apparently they were only in the second episode, but she was already lost. Instead of asking a ton of questions, and surely annoying him, she decided it best to just pretend that she was following and catch herself up later. It was just as well - he quickly changed the subject to her appearance, the firefly glancing at him as he asked how the team was with their normal leader out of commission.
Her shoulders rose and fell in a simple shrug, "Alright I guess. It's all so...weird. Even though they told us what happened, I still can't really believe it. Scott's been ok, though. I mean, as okay as it can be having one of the faculty take over our training sessions." It was only then that she realized he was asking about the mission itself, not the craziness that happened on their return. It was all anyone seemed to be talking about now-a-days, her cheeks flushing pink, which she hoped went unnoticed in the dimmed lights.
"Oh, that," she said simply, reaching over and taking another handful of chips from him. Apparently, Dom hadn't given the native american any details, which she wasn't necessarily surprised about. It had been scary.
"I mean, we pretty much got our asses handed to us, trapped like rats, and had no idea what was going on the majority of the time. I guess that's what happens when it turns out your intel was just completed wrong and you literally walked right into a trap. But, we made it out, so I guess it could have been a lot worse." The words came tumbling out of her mouth before she could really edit them, her tone unable to mask the slight agitation she had, and still, felt at the whole scenario.
It was not in her nature to be caught off guard. It meant that she didn't know things, and Raine hated not knowing things. However, she was reliant on her team leaders and the senior X-Men for their missions, and this last one just turned out to be a total disaster. It wasn't anyone's fault that she could directly pinpoint, but someone had lied or been lied to, that much was clear. It was draining, and just one more reason for her to know she didn't want this life forever. Some might consider that selfish, given the importance of the work they do, but she adamantly believed that there were ways other than using their powers to fight the forces of evil that she might be able to make a difference in the world.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2016 7:20 pm
  Mutation: Geokinesis
Alpha
Location: Home Base (Pool) Trying to find someone to entertain her was proving to he a tougher task than she originally thought it would be, the brunette geokinetic eventually coming across the pool in the lower levels of the base. What she found was a pool of bubbles and a makeshift slip n slide that was just calling her name. It was natural to compliment the two makers of such a fine contraption, the brunette asking if she could take a turn, which she was granted. " Why, thank you," she offered the boys, appreciative of their willingness to share. Stripping down without a second thought, she started towards the top of the slide. She caught the semi-shocked glances between the boys, but simply smiled at them instead. She knew she wasn't repulsive to look at, and she was comfortable in her own skin. Why should she be? Maddy joined them soon after, the geokinetic giving the Omega gal a small wave before the girl took off towards the pool and canon balled right in. A pug suddenly appeared out of nowhere as well, a notion that left the brunette more than a little confused. They were so ugly they were cute, and always had the stupidest look on their faces, which she was fine with, but what were they supposed to do with a dog in an underground bunker? She sure as hell wasn't going to clean up after it... Jacen suddenly surfaced as well, apparently having taken up residence below the bubbly surface of the pool before the boys had turned it into such an attraction. She didn't get far, though, before Christian stopped her, informing her that there was a toll to be paid. A toll in the form of one shot. He brandished a bottle of petron towards her, Tara pausing in her tracks as she looked over the Omega. " Now we're talkin'. I like you boys. Give it here," she insisted, taking the bottle and glass from him and pouring herself a shot. In one fluid motion, she drained the liquid from the glass, the liquid burning its way down her throat as she handed both back to the boy. A sharp exhale escaped her as she let out an involuntary "Whoo!" Grabbing a boogie board herself, the brunette laid down on her stomach, pushing off to zip down the soapy slide to ramp into the pool head-first. The smile plastered across her face wasn't one that could be hidden, involuntarily betraying how much fun she was actually having. She almost took out Jacen but the octolad disappeared under the water and moved out of the way before she landed. Once she came up for air, she spit some of the bubbly water out of her mouth, wet hair plastered across her face as she tried to make some sense of it. " Ok, that was awesome," she said with a breathy laugh, paddling her way towards the edge of the pool to get out and go again. She'd paid the toll - she was going to ride this slide for all it was worth. The pug paddled towards her, the geokinetic splashing water towards it to ward it back towards some of the other inhabitants. " Shoo! Go bug one of them," she grunted, motioning towards Madison before pulling herself out of the pool and shaking her hair to get it back out of her face. This was probably the best decision she'd made in awhile. These guys really knew how to have a good time.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 1:22 am
 Location: Pooooooooooool
Living underground really wasn’t that bad. Sure, it lacked the noise and busy structure of Brooklyn’s Chinatown but it was interesting in its own special way. Unlike some of her co-habitants, she had no complaints about their new living arrangements. It was fine. In fact, it was more than fine. It was great! The temperature was nice, the oxygen levels were great, and the lack of natural light was just simply fantastic. She couldn’t understand why everyone was so fussy about it. Was there even supposed to be a noticeable difference? Living underground was pretty much the same as living above ground.
But that’s probably because Parker wasn’t much of an outdoorsy person. Fresh air and sunlight were nice and all but she’d much rather just stay inside. And she really wasn’t picky about indoor architecture. Her old apartment in Chinatown was nice. Graymalkin Lane was nice. And their new underground home was also nice. It really didn’t matter where she was. Parker was a happy girl as long as she had a batch of ink pens and a steady wifi connection.
And, of course, her precious baby Celina.
Speaking of Celina, the pug made her way onto Parker’s lap and instantly morphed herself into a ball of wrinkly tan fur. Precious thing. “What’s up, Cap? You comfy?”
Knowing the pug was unlikely to move from her comfortable position, Parker carefully took apart several ball-point pens and absorbed the ink directly into her skin. The blob of ink ran up her hand, then arm, and shaped itself into a scorpion on the right side of her neck. Lifting a hand held mirror, she examined her new tattoo (if you could call it that). “Not bad. I think I’ll keep this one.”
“But this rose needs to go. So sick of this flower.” As she said that, the intricate rose on her left shoulder disintegrated into a blob of ink and shifted into number of shapes before migrating to her upper back and transforming into a raven perched on a single branch. “Which one should I do next?”
This ink session must’ve gotten too boring for Celina because without a single shred of warning, the little pug bounced off of her lap, barked once, and bolted out the door.
“Hey! Celina!” She shouted before sprinting after her tiny friend. “You ******** weirdo, where are you going?!”
She saw a wiggly tail peek out from the stairwell and heard the rapid footsteps of a small animal running down the stairs. Sighing in frustration, Parker chased after the pug, thinking the entire time that she probably should’ve kept her bedroom door shut. But how was she supposed to know her pug wanted to run after lying so peacefully on her lap just moments prior? Celina did what Celina wanted. Sometimes Parker felt more like the pet than the owner.
Her heart pounded against her ribcage… not from any form for anxiety but rather because she was far too out of shape to be chasing after a tiny pug. Reaching the seventh floor, she paused to catch her breath and mentally cursed herself for not visiting the gym more than once a month. A sudden sense of excitement washed over her when she heard a splash followed by the word ‘pug’ coming from the pool.
Parker burst in the pool room and immediately sighed in relief when she saw a familiar tan figure bouncing happily in the water. “Jesus ******** Christ! Celina! Get your wiggly little butt over here. Now!”
The pug stared at her with giant round eyes, swam over to the edge, climbed out, and shook off the water in her fur. She waddled over to Parker, placed her wet little paws on her bare shins, and barked twice, asking for more pool time… and inviting her human friend to join in the fun.
Rolling her eyes, Parker surrendered. “Fine. Go. Go play with the other humans.” Celina barked happily and jumped back in the water.
“Sorry about that, guys. That weirdo over there is Celina. She obviously wants to play with your slip n’ slide. I’ll pull her out if she’s bothering you,” She said, gesturing to the hyperactive pug in the water. “I’m Parker, the new Alpha.”
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 2:01 pm
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2016 9:23 pm
Roland Anton Chevalier
Location: The Bunker
Thoughts: Getting some kind of work around the base. “If I wasn’t fine I would have probably sent you a picture of the injury.” he joked, “I know how much you enjoy hearing about the times I’ve had to reset my broken bones.” He enjoyed having her close, her cheek in his chest. If he took note his heart fluttered a bit with that. That kind of thing hadn’t happened in a long time for him. He smirked when she recounted the new recruits she was commanding, on how they joked and handled the situation. “You know they say that the line between bravery and stupidity is often very, very thin.” he said, chuckling for a moment, “Take me for example. I walk that line like a tightrope, often falling off.”“Good, at least one of them can handle themselves, and the wolf transformation is certainly a bit of a wild card. Not many people expect that kind of thing, could be played to a good advantage.”“I’d pay to see the kid take you on.” he stated, grinning, ”That would be interesting to see. Any money would be on you of course, with a 20% cut going your way.” he added. Chances are Aren would put together some little wager or take bets on the matter. “So what did you have in mind to eat? I remember seeing a couple of filets in the fridge, I can whip those up.”One Day LaterRoland walked with purpose to the office at the end of the hall. He’d heard about the attack within the Alpha ranks. Team leader Isabella had been assaulted by one of her own people, and was put in the Infirmary. To top it off, one of her subordinates tried his hand at diffusing the situation, permanently. With both of them in lockup, Roland recognized an opportunity for himself on this. To be of use, to repay the X-Men for what they had done for him, even if it was just a fraction of the debt. He stopped at the door, taking a moment to collect himself. He gently rapped on the door, his knuckles hitting the door with a gentle beat. “Come in.” a muffled voice answered. He opened the door, and stepped in, closing the door behind him. He saw Scott sitting at his desk, a nice piece made of rich mahogany, looking over papers. It was a bit of a mess, considering the stress made by the fact that SHIELD now had painted a target on their back he imagined the situation was chaotic to say the least. Anything to ease the load off their backs he supposed. “What a surprise, I didn’t expect one of Emma’s Omegas at my door. What can I do for you?”Taking a breath he started up, “Well Mr. Summers, I was hoping to offer my assistance. Given the recent incident resulting in the incarceration of some of your Alphas. I am to understand that Beast is monitoring them, and I was hoping to help him out, with your permission of course. Get coffee if he needs it, watch the monitors, that kind of thing.”“I can imagine at least one of the Alphas has come forth to offer some kind of help, but they’re too close to the situation. The fact that I’m on the Omegas, and don’t have much of a connection to anyone in the situation, makes my offer ideal.””Well, that’s certainly not what I was expecting from you Roland.” Scott replied, “You even brought up a few good points. You’re a third party, so you can remain objective to the matter.” Roland smirked for a moment, before he continued, “However, I have to wonder just what exactly are you doing? It’s rare for an Omega to offer to help out the Alphas, and given your background it’s a bit suspect.”“So why are you really offering to help?Roland sighed for a moment, before he started, “I don’t know how much you do know, but I didn’t exactly have a rosy childhood. I was found, brought here, and was given a chance. I can’t even call this a second chance because with the world I grew up in there wasn’t a shot in hell for this kind of life.” his voice tensed a bit, before he continued, “You guys took me in, gave me a home, gave me a life. I’m grateful for that, and I want to help wherever I can, team divisions be damned.”“I just… want to help.”“I can see that.” Scott stated, “Let me talk to Emma and Hank, see what can be done. Maybe set up an ‘internship’ of sorts. Emma was happy with you helping out clean up the base before people arrived so I don’t imagine she’d be much of an issue.”“Just let me know when you can. Thanks for your time.” Roland responded. Scott looked him over, ruby quartz glasses not giving away anything, “I don’t know the sordid details that lead you to here. Just a summary really from Emma and Hank, but it sounds like you’ve made strides.”“I don’t know if anyone has said this to you yet, but you’ve come along way from where you were. You should be proud.” The words hit Roland like a truck head on. He was sort of stupefied as his eyes flared up brightly in surprise. He was put in somewhat of a haze as he said his thanks and left the office. Roland didn’t even notice the tear that dripped across his face until he was halfway down the hall. The next dayHe sat at the desk, the monitor in front of him on screensaver. It took a couple hours, but he was informed to report to Hank’s office the next morning, to assist in whatever he needed done. He had brought a book with him just in case, a copy of “Love and Science” a memoir of Jan Vilcek. It was remarkable, to read about the struggles of this man, a Czech immunologist who fled Soviet Russia to come to the United States and start over almost from scratch. His contributions to medicine however, were not to be trifled with. Hank walked in with a cup of coffee in hand, smiling at Roland, Good to see you this morning! Oh is that the Vilcek memoir? I’ve been dying to read it.”“It’s a quick read, I’m almost done with it. I’ll leave it here if you like.” Roland replied, generating another smile from the blue-furred wise man. He slid into his chair, activating the monitors that showed the two students. Katarina and Leo, confined in cells. “Take note Roland, given your… history, this is the product of letting anger take control of you.” Hank stated, soon asking him, “I take it you read the report I left for you?” Roland responded with a nod. He’d looked at the report, learned all he could from it. Every detail of the incident that was detailed in that file he knew. He then awaited for instructions on how to proceed from Beast, whether or not to bring food to them, or what have you. OOC: Let me know what I missed, and feel free to have someone come his way!
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 10:56 pm
 
Of course the group of young adults couldn’t get through one outing without being attacked by some group or another. Today it was an oh so lovely group of MRD’s with some sort of x-gene sensor. With the dreams and dread of trying on clothes shelved, the pair or Omegas ducked into one of the dressing rooms. As they tried to buy time, they made quips at the MRD’s expense, poking fun of them. "Oh I’m sure he has one, he just calls her Misses Righty." Daylia said as she made an obscene gesture with her right hand, followed by a few immature giggles.
As the fought to get their uniforms to appear, D let it slip about her senior x-men crush. "Oh whatever." Daylia said laughing again. They finally managed to get themselves together as the man outside continued to rattle the door. "I don’t imagine that comment would ever be forgotten. But hey, whatever floats my boat, right?" She asked with a flashy grin.
Their minds turned to clothes again as they spoke about wonderwoman, and for what felt like the billionth time D had to defend her choice in clothing. "Potato sack? Really? My clothes are not even that bad." She whined slightly.
"Oh, I think I would totally be down for a corset… It’s a bit more sexy than a tube top, and more dominatrix-y." She said, thinking about the choices. "Plus it would put the cleavage game on point." Who wouldn’t like a bit of cleavage? "Wait, onesie? Like feety pajamas? That sounds comfor- Ohhh, never mind." She laughed slightly as she shook her head.
At the door finally gave way, the two made their escape through the wall. Though Gracie didn’t leave them empty handed, causing an explosion just before they were gone. On the other side of the wall, D slowed. She hadn’t realized just how much transporting another person would take out of her. Her mouth felt like cotton, and was glad for the water Gracie handed her. They quipped back and forth about the molecular manipulator downing all the water at once. It was the only decision of the day she would grow to regret.
As the girls tried to escape the mall, Kerri contacted them. It was a brief conversation, one that ended with her being on the way to come find them. Yes, D was tired, but that mattered little. She still had some adrenaline going for her. It would have been enough. Unfortunately it was when they came to a stop, waiting on their ‘rescuers’, that everything seemed to catch up to her.
Even in her fatigued state, she couldn’t help herself from making fun of the teams wolf. Poor fella probably didn’t deserve even half of what both Gracie and Daylia said to him. But that was life, and sometimes it wasn’t fair, though sometimes it could be funny. Until someone puked.
Daylia pleaded with the wolf not to eat what her stomach had rejected. A request that seemed to gross out just about everyone. "Hey, I don’t know how well he’s been trained… Or how many of his human facilities are there while he's a wolf." She said, defending herself yet again from the brunette. She gave the woman a knowing nod as she admitted she wouldn’t let D live down the tossed cookies. She understood wholeheartedly.
Charlie wasn’t safe from their jokes either. "True." She agreed with a laugh. She laughed again as Gracie tried to tell the others they could be serious. It probably was not the best time, but she couldn’t help herself in the fatigued state.
Charlie offered the worn Omega a piggy back ride, which she declined. There was a good reason behind it. She would feel terrible, oddly enough for her, if she puked in the kids hair. A brow rose in the boy's direction as he threatened to throw her over his shoulder if she didn’t keep up. "You would be doing so at your own risk rookie." She said as she threw her hands up. He had been warned. Her eyes went back to Gracie and shrugged. "Maybe, but there isn’t much worth viewing around here anyway."
Apparently they had gone over their time limit, though Daylia doubted it. Cissa showed up, and the mood soured. The blond leader kept them going, using her own power to keep some of the MRD’s at bay. Oh the after meeting was going to be fun.
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Once they got base side, Daylia did little more than lean on a wall in a squatting position. Her head was in her hands as an ache tore though her mind. She listened as Narcissa tore the Omegas a new one, though the speech was little more than background noise to her. It wasn’t until Cissa called her out directly that her head lifted.
She tried to protest, but gave up as she examined the look Gracie gave her. The look told her this was not the place or the time. For a moment she wondered if her friend had been angry, though refused to dwell on it. After all, if the brunet was, why would she be helping D up? As Gracie acted as a support, Daylia did her best not to lean too much on her. She was glad when her friend took her in the opposite direction of the med bay.
Gracie vented her frustrations, which were understandable to the faux redhead. She seemed to blame herself, something Daylia was quick to defend. She heaved a hefty sigh as the woman relented slightly. "I’m willing to trust you with my life, so what you think doesn’t matter." She said, looking to the girl with a grin, showing off her teeth. The past was just that. And, in the words of a wise old monkey, you could either run from it or learn from it. Of course it didn’t match up exactly to Gracie's situation, but they key principles were there, right?
"Honestly?" Daylia began. "I think it was more about me, not you." She paused for a moment, trying to gauge the reaction her friend would give before moving on. "I mean, come on, I was pretty much out of commission. There is no way, if I went down, you would be able to carry me. I eat your weight in food, daily." She grinned again, trying to make Emlen feel better. It was a bit of an exaggeration, but the point was she ate. A lot. "If I had gone down, I would have just taken you with me… I know you wouldn’t have left me."
Even though they both seemed to agree that they wouldn’t have changed the plan, minus someone downing a whole bottle of water, they both seemed to blame themselves. It was sad, but true. They made their way to Daylia’s room, and when the door was in sight, another wave of relief washed over her. She agreed to get some rest, though not until she sufficiently brushed her teeth. She laughed as Gracie, or rather her hips, thanked her. "You’ll forget again, besides I don’t think anything in the pile was all that distinguishable."
She let go of the brunette, choosing to lean on the door jam. "We’ll see how you feel tomorrow. You try and get some rest too. Night." She said, bidding her friend a quick farewell. On her way to her bed she picked up her toothbrush and toothpaste, deciding she didn’t have the will to stand and brush. Instead she went in dry, and used her trashcan as the spitting receptacle before lying down.
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Two days had passed since the semi botched mission. Other than resting and attempting to plan how she was going to test the newly found application of her power, she hadn’t done much. Despite the request that she visit the infirmary, she declined to do so. It was evident to her that after a good night's rest there was still no need for it.
For the time being, Daylia had found herself in her bedroom, a gameboy in hand. Some nostalgia had grown in the passing days, and they seemed to have a surplus of batteries. Sadly her game of Kirby was interrupted as Narcissa’s voice sounded over her communicator. She hit the pause button with a sigh, figuring it was about time that the sun goddess chewed her out personally for the mission.
The request was strange though. Alone? That didn’t sound good at all. "Yeah, sure, I’ll be there soon." She responded. Not wanting to give Cissa another reason to be angry with her, she saved her game before switching it off and tossing her blankets aside. It took her a moment to debate on what to wear.
Sweat pants, jeans, shorts? She really hadn’t wanted to put any bottoms on, but she doubted that anyone, other than the boys, would enjoy seeing her run around in her undies. She settled for a pair of shorts that were almost as comfortable as pajamas. Quickly she slipped on a pair of flipflops and was out the door.
As she made her way into the greenhouse, she was instantly glad that she had dawned the shorts. "Hey." She greeted upon approaching the table where her team leader sat. She was met though with a simple direction, sit, and almost dog like the faux redhead complied.
She fidgeted in the growing silence, allowing her eyes to wander from the nail polish Narcissa concentrated on, to the rest of the room. Luke was in the back of the room, to whom she nodded. Weather he has noticed she was unsure. Unfortunately she hadn’t even seen Gracie, who was hidden among the foliage.
Her attention was drawn back to her team lead as she told her to pick a color. Confusion tugged at her features as she examined the colors. She couldn’t really remember the last time she had polished her own nails, though there were still a few faded flakes of color. "Uh, okay." She leaned up and, at random, plucked a color. "This one I guess." She said, handing the color to Narcissa.
She made an attempt to relax as she allowed the blond to have her left hand. The situation was an odd one, and she wondered if she was actually going to get her hand back, undamaged. In what Daylia could only assume was some sort of small talk, Cissa asked how she was doing since the mission. "Good, I guess?" Unfortunately the statement came out more like a question.
"It’s not like I had too much to recover from." She was unsure of what else to say about it. All she had needed base side was sleep. She swallowed hard before opening her mouth again. "How about you?" She hadn’t remembered the sun queen being injured, but it was always nice to ask just in case. Right?
After a few moments, Daylia opened her mouth again. "So, is this where you’re going to let me have it for taking the risk I did?" She asked, trying to understand why the blond had called her there. Alone. "Cause, I’m going to let you know right now, if I had to make the choice again, I would do it the same way." Maybe minus downing a whole bottle of water, but she didn’t need to know that.
"But at least now I know I can drag people through s**t with me." She said, trying to point out the positive thing that had come out of her choice. Now she just needed to strengthen that.
Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Greenhouse
Ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ: If she flambés me, I hope someone finds my body.
Ｗｉｔｈ: Narcissa
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