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 Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2016 3:20 pm
Dimitri Otengam, Codename: Playboy, Location: Gym,7th floor  The second in command raised some good points, aside from showing some care about Dimitri's mental view on handling his situation. One being that they did go through some s**t from when the shield dropped on them to what happened to Bella. "Just fell back on my training is all." he said, as if he knew he had it in the bag when it came down to the wire, when at one point self he could feel the self doubt building the longer it took him to free his team. Along with the guilt of not being there for Bella when her life was truly in danger.
"As awesome as this yob is, it isn't for all of us." By us he meant mutants. How many have been recruited only to walk away from this opportunity from what they've seen on the field or have been through? Maybe being desensitized was something that came in handy.
"I hope you do." Otengam replied in the same tone. One thing they did know well were sentinels and the MRD. Dimitri had expected the latter but for some reason not the former. "Glad you guys came back in good shape."
After giving Kerrigan a compliment on her physique she responded in a way that Dimitri also didn't expect. It sounded like something he would say and to others something they knew he would say. Nothing wrong with being confident. "I mean, for someone who's probably full of s**t anyway." he gave a cheeky smile of his own afterwards.
The two of them were greeted with more company. One who came in to work with the iron and one who wanted a crack at Dimitri and Kerri. But not before getting to know what made them unique and vice versa. "Makes cooking easier too." The alpha added. Nearly each situation that requested his powers outside the kitchen and on the field he used them for support or in a defensive manner. From switching to his second form of adding a layer of thin molten rock on his limbs that would be hidden with his x-suit. Darien also spoke about the burns that obviously came from Dimitri's X-gene and pondered for a second how that would benefit his mutation. The alpha had to politely shut that idea down
"Don't worry, you won't." Dimitri ensured. Blaze on the other hand may decide to entertain that idea.
As for the idea of the three of them getting some scrapes in, Kerri decided to opt out due to her ability. She claimed it would be unfair, regardless of what talents Darien's x-gene provided; however Dimitri didn't care. Not so much the cocky confident claim, but of what Kerrigan brought to the table. D knew she had a myriad of styles in her arsenal. He just didn't know what they were. But he was down for the one on one with her. Sure he'll get his a** beat, but he's gotten beat up before. Plus he'll probably learn a technique or two, see some flaws in his fighting, it was what martial arts was all about. "No problem. Thanks again K good talk."
The alpha continued to listen as Darien went into detail about his ability. No wonder why he wanted to get a scrap in. The more he could take, the more he could dish out, to super strength levels no doubt but to a zone that seemed unknown to him."Nice, I can see how that would come in handy."
Dimitri began to walk over to the sparring gear to get himself ready, taking a glance at the impressive amount of weight Alice was lifting."So what's your codename then?" He started to slip on some padded forearm gloves, followed by padded shin guards. Dimitri was down for a friendly spar to crack the new guy in but he wasn't stupid. "Harder I hit him, the harder he hits back..." he was already pondering his approach and strategy, adjusting his shin pads. It was a good thing he still had some energy in the tank to have a session with Darien.
Lord knew he was going to need it for the next person looking for him...
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 6:53 pm
Gabriel Byrne
Location: Kitchen
Thoughts: Wandering about!  Talk was about for training, with Colin inquiring about the Danger Room and such. Alex was happy to oblige, offering up suggestions on how to get involved in practice. He got his hands on the cleaning fluid, after having both Charlotte and Alex offer to help. He smiled at them kindly, appreciating the gesture. He was used to being in situations where he had to do things himself, being the youngest in his family and all. His fingers were meticulous in going over the graphene plate. He’d already done testing on the range. When secured properly it was able to take the impact of a .45 without a scratch. Sustained fire from a 5.56 caliber for a lot longer than he expected, though given he was in a test environment. A myriad of factors were going to come into play in the field. For all he knew, this stuff wouldn’t do so great against the ordinance a Sentinel had packing. Energy-based weaponry was something that was a bit beyond his speed, plus as far as he was aware they didn’t have anything salvaged from any previous encounters. Not like he’d be allowed to look at it, let alone touch it. If he got his hands on some Sentinel tech… that’d be a big game changer for the X-Men. Some way of tapping into their network, a means to manipulating their scanning system to protect all mutants, that would essentially level the playing field. Let the X-Men hide in plain sight, force the MRD to change tactics. By that point they get them to hunt the old-fashioned way, eyes and ears. Some surveillance technology was useful, but with the right kind of material, even some makeup, they could evade that kind of technology. His thoughts were so focused on that sweet, sweet tech he was approached by Thomas who gave him a look over, asking about his leg, to which he replied “Oh! Um.. sorry. Startled me there for a second.” He chuckled for a second, pointing to his leg, “Oh, it’s alright. No wound, just pain.”
“Elixir’s way of teaching me a lesson for getting shot in the field, I guess.” he then focused back on his plate. So many ideas were running around in his head. If they were going to fight these machines they had to change their tactics. Mutant powers weren’t going to be enough; they had to fight fire with fire. Machine with machine, so to speak. Stealth drones able to hide from surveillance satellites, kinetic bombardment systems hidden in the earth’s thermosphere, thermite grenades to pierce their armor…
After doing his task, he set the washing fluid back where he found it. He grabbed the pieces of his weapon, quickly sliding them back into their proper place. His fingers glided across the weapon as he rapidly assembled it. Quickly grabbing the bullets he stopped himself from placing them back into the cylinder, instead pocketing them. He threw his revolver back on his thigh holster. He took his cane, holding it firmly in his hand as he watched Colin used her ability. Apparently it was some kind of sound induced matter generation, fascinating to watch really. He smiled, impressed by what he was seeing. Deciding that fair was fair, he took a moment to unroll his left sleeve, showing the skin underneath. Twirling his fingers about, he focused for a moment as his arm shifted into the barrel of the bio-cannon he was born with. He felt the bolt slide in place, the buzz of the energy buildup as the bio-cannon prepared to fire. If anyone looked closely they’d see that his face flushed a shade of red as his body temperature jumped a few degrees. Sweat quickly beaded in little droplets across his face as he forcibly willed his ability away. The bolt in him vanished off to wherever it sat in his body, the buzz of the propellant energy dissipated, and his skin eased up as his arm shifted back to normal.
“Body naturally synthesizes a tungsten carbide alloy, that I can launch from my body. Drains the hell out of me though, so I don’t like to use it that often unless I absolutely need to.”
“I best be going now, I got a few more things to do today. Pleasure, everyone.” he proceeded to hobble off and out of the kitchen.
-And a Little While Later!
The young man hobbled about on his cane, wandering his way about the base. His mind racing at the different ideas and inventions going on in his head. First and foremost, he was thinking about the drone concept. If he were to even consider getting that project underway, he’d need to figure out a power source. Solar energy would be ideal, no need to bring it down to refuel. Save on both time and resources. Install an on-board diagnostic system to update on parts and status, allowing for it to come down only when it needed repairs or upgrades. With efficient solar absorption he could probably keep a drone in the sky almost indefinitely, let it hang at the edge of the thermosphere to collect energy.
And what better place to learn about solar collection than from the best kind of panels out there? His mind raced to the gardens, faster than his pseudo-crippled status could take him. Billions of years of evolution and natural selection had lead to the Kingdom of Plantae doing a better job of utilizing the sun’s energy than we ever could have. Of course nature has done a better job at many things humans have ever attempted. Termite colonies are hyper-efficient at redirecting heat, even the mantis shrimp’s exoskeleton is so far beyond any kind of armor we’d ever designed. He’d have to get his hands on some samples, as well as some equipment, and… some books on botany…
Yeah he was gonna need to brush up on that. s**t he thought to himself Now I have to relearn biology.
He was practically in tunnel vision as he reached the Gardens, his brain focused on the task he had in his mind. He didn’t even notice the Omega girls in there already. He began to look at the lights, noting that they needed to be able to replicate solar with enough wattage to be able to stimulate any plant growth. He’d have to dig around in the Supply rooms for some of those. Taking a note of all the different colors of the different plants in there. Specifically he was focused on all the green. Chlorophyll, the key component that made this all possible. That allowed for the conversion of light and heat combined with carbon dioxide and nutrients from the soil into energy for the organism. He peered about, his eyes desperately trying to gain more detail by somehow focusing more intently on the flora. He raised his fingers gently along the leaves of the ferns and leaves. He was so focused on these plants that he completely ignored the weight of the gun on his thigh. s**t he forgot about the pain in his leg.
Until the pain came shooting back with a vengeance. He reflexively grabbed his leg with the hand holding the cane, causing him to lose his balance. He slipped and fell over to the side, landing squarely on his a**. He felt the back of his head smack right into the wall, right next to the sprinkler system. God knows how much in deep s**t he’d be if he’d set off that with people inside. Especially since the sudden impact jarred him with the realization that one of the Omegas was none other than Narcissa herself. He knew it would be bad, plain and simple, to get on her bad side.
But maybe, just maybe, and even then it was a very stupid gamble on his part, he could see about getting into a dialogue without her wanting him dead. Immediately. Groaning for a second, he got himself back up, propping himself up with the cane and slowly made his way towards her. He kept his distance, waiting for the conversation she was having with one of her subordinates die down, apparently Dimitri was going to be getting an earful, or a fist to the face, likely a combination of the two at this point. It didn’t really matter to him, whatever shenanigans the lava manipulator got into were his own bag of hammers.
His disheveled appearance, the consequences of working in a shop in an underground bunker, certainly didn’t help his first impression. It’s not as if he didn’t bathe at all, but sometimes grease was a b***h to get off the skin. He approached slowly, watching as the Omega leader painted her subordinate’s nails. He remembered watching his sister do it, she even let him at one point do it on her nails. He was surprisingly good at it; he remembered her laughing and wondering if he’d missed his calling as a manicurist.
Waiting for a moment where he could politely interject, “Excuse me… Narcissa.” he started, nervously with his intestines twisting about, trying to be concise, eliminate the stammer “I was hoping, when you are finished, if I may borrow a moment of your time?”
“I was hoping to ask a couple questions about the nature your powers. I’m beginning a project on solar energy and I wanted to get some… insight.”
OOC: Let me know what needs to be fixed!
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2016 11:58 am
  Thoughts: Having a nice morning Location: [Kitchen] With: Some of the Alpha Team? Is this the other twin or... He really had not considered it much of a thought process. There were one too many people, to his liking anyways, which rendered him with just the notion of reaching the glass out and watching as the juice made it's way into the clear object with a light splash. A part of him wondered what would have happened if he caused it to splash out instead. That certainly would be a way to start everyone's morning. He smirked before the girl (Collin) neared him with the phone. His eyes shifted left to right, reading the text where apparently, he was a ninja.
"I could be..." he gave it a bit of a thought, his face reflecting that he was thinking deeply with a smug look to his face that made it seem like he was agreeing to the idea. "Or I could just have a dull personality like one of those characters in a story or game that you never knew existed right up to the point they start talking to you. Fun, right?"
He was joking..mostly, something he iterated in case she thought he was actually serious. Of course she inquired about his abilities before, but he asked right before she could finish typing everything out. That was how everything went in those kind of situations, the person who asked first got their inquiry answered unless the other person found a way to conveniently dodge the situation. That did not seem to be the case with her as it was something simple and completely harmless to ask. In his case anyways. His mind reflected back to one situation that had him completely gag. That in itself was drowned out by the spectacle that unfolded before him and everyone else that were already present or began to fill the Kitchen.
He was curious, he had to admit, when she took the red colored iPod and started to browse through for a song. A part of him guessed that it may had something to do with sound. He would be ignorant to not see the signs, or in his mind, connect the dots. For the most part, she seemed mute, having to use the phone she carried as a means to communicate and now she was playing music. Still, he was picturing one thing and not expecting her to take the sound itself and begin crafting a construct out of it.
The forms went into different shapes. it started off as a diamond and then she began to toy around with the white semi-transparent construct until it was round and flat, like a disc. Then she made it into a cube, all of which Marcel found to be an interesting ability. Her last feat was then turning the the cube into a tree right as the song itself concluded. Out of curiosity, he was daring himself to poke the object to see if it was solid or if he could go right through it, but as a few more arrived, her distraction was cut. The object began to distort and soon she caught it, creating a sound that reminded him of when he stepped on a large bug, minus the large crack of their exoskeleton. A squash effect if he wanted to be exact.
"That's still impressive either way" he stated when she mentioned she was not capable of doing anything big yet. "Everyone starts from somewhere. But yea, the Gym and Danger Room seem like the best choices. As Lyn--"
He had to catch himself in the last moment, not sure if he had the right twin (Charlotte) or not before looking back at Collin. He cleared his throat making it seem as if he were gagging on something to cover up the possible mistake. He was never certain how most would take to a situation like that, being called the wrong person.
"Umm...as it was brought up, the Danger Room requires permission, but there are other ways for a person to improvise, like the mentioned range at the old school."
She asked him of his ability and he was going to get right with it. He took a sip from the juice, but then let a glob of it float out wards in the air, the form itself wobbly in appearance to that of a spherical ball. Shorty after doing so, he concentrated and it began to solidify, bearing no form of breaking apart. Since she was kind enough to play with shapes and forms, he felt it right to do the same, the sphere turning into that of a shuriken. While keeping it aloft with one hand, he set the glass down and picked up an apple out from one of the baskets on the table. In a quick matter, the liquid spun around it, shaving the apple of it's skin like a knife. The skin fell to the floor, but the male concentrated a bit more, the juice parting from the apple, but the fruit itself still remaining aloft.
He smiled a little as the apple itself began to drain, liquid pouring out of the fruit as it dried out and then fell. The water drained from it then joined the juice and Marcel opened the trash bin, dropping the liquid inside and then picking up the remains of the apple itself and dumping it in.
"Hydrokinesis, basically" he walked towards the microwave, pulling his bowl of oatmeal out and greeting everyone else who had arrived, an odd boost of confidence within him to actually be more social."The kitchen probably isn't the best place to toy around with abilities though. Whenever you want, I'm certain it's no issue for us to show you around."
His ears twitched at the mention of coffee and he was livid, though he did greet Lachlan in between. His hand raised partially when Eden asked around. "Sure, I'll take some."
When that was all said and done, he remembered he forgot to actually give his name.
"My apologies" he said with a slight chuckle to them both, more so for Collin. "Name's Marcel."OOC: Let me know if I missed anyone or anything
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2016 5:48 pm
Aʆєxaηdra Ӎaʀiʆèηє AgηèȿCodename:Flairer ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ (()) As she went about fixing the food, Colin asked about the danger room. Various responses were heard from herself and others in the room. It was shortly thereafter that she made her own comment which was noticed by Charlotte. “Well no! Nothing to that extreme! I am just trying to self-teach myself so….I cannot say I have not had a few bad attempts.” She explained before sighing faintly. “I should have phrased that better.”
Alex noticed two new people enter the cafeteria. While the girl(Eden) wasn’t someone she recognized right away, she did return the wave. “Morning.” She said to Thomas before hearing the girl(Eden) complain about the lack of coffee in the coffee pot. Luckily, the girl(Eden) just decided to make herself a pot and be nice enough to offer some. “Sure.” Though, she would be adding some creamer and sugar to make the drink less bitter.
When Thomas asked a question about everyone’s day, she smiled. “It has been good. Just working on fixing myself some food.” She furrowed her eyebrows. “Did you two want any?” She figured she should offer the girl(Eden) and Thomas some food. Maybe the pressure would help her in this case to make sure the food turned good. Or it could do the opposite. Hopefully the former.
The topic of powers came into play. Seemed to always be a common conversation. Colin quickly showed her stuff, as they say, by creating a strange orange substance while dancing to some music. As the newer of the Alphas pointed out, the noise apparently helped her to concentrate. “Reminds me of how music allows me to relax.” Playing her flute or listening to classical music really did take the stress right out of her. She giggled at the unexpected noise. “It is alright.”
Her eyes widened at how Gabriel’s power worked. Seeing his arm change into a weapon was not something she was used to. While she wasn’t too familiar with the alloy he spoke of, the idea of turning her arm into a weapon caused one of her arms to feel faintly sore. “I could understand.” She remarked before Gabriel dismissed himself and she waved him goodbye. Maybe he finally understood he should be resting his leg rather than walking around on it like that.
Marcel mentioned his own ability, but he did not show it. Well, unless she counted the juice incident as him showing off his ability. But, she figured best not to point that out. “Sensory adaption myself. I can enhance one of the five senses at a time. For instance, I can make my hearing as sensitive as a dogs, or make my eyes see far away like a telescope. I still need to work on doing more than one sensory enhancement at once.” Even though she could demonstrate, it wasn’t obvious like Marcel’s ability. Not like her eyes turned colors or anything like that.
“I try not to use it all the time though. Just imagine what loud music would sound like with dog hearing.” She jested faintly and chuckled. Though, she couldn’t say she never used her abilities outside of missions or classes. What fun would it be to have such ability if she didn’t use it for other purposes? “But, your power looks pretty cool. I am sure it will become even greater with time.” She smiled at Colin before going back to the food. ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ "We will drink our fill of Alpha
Then, of golden sunshine that spills into Kitchen
Till our brains intertwine with Colin, Charlotte, Marcel, Thomas, and Eden "
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 7:29 am
 LOCATION: BAR HOPPING IN NASHVILLE // COMPANY: BLAKE // THOUGHTS: MOST FUN I'VE HAD IN A WHILE // MUSIC: BLANK SPACE // CLOTHES: XX
This is a fight to the d e a t h,xxxxxxxx
Our holy war,xx
A new romance,xxxxxxxxxxx
A trojan whorexxxxx
We will, we will, we will rise again
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This is a f i g h t for the day,xxxxx
Night,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Black and whitexxxxxxxx
A victory dance,xxxxxx
A burning riotxxxxxxxxxxxx
We will, we will, we will r i s e again
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 10:46 pm
 Location: Pooooooooooool
Two seconds in and she already liked them. They seemed like a friendly bunch… and an interesting bunch too, given the fact that they were drinking and boogie-boarding down a makeshift slip n’ slide. It was a pretty genius thing to do on a boring day and, of course, her precious pugbaby ran straight for it. This pretty much invalidated all current and future complaints about being bored and being underground and whatnot. All they had to do was drag their whiney butts down to the pool. Boom. Instant excitement.
“Sup,” She greeted the group after Charlie introduced them all. “I’ll probably forget all of your names in, like, five minutes. So… gonna apologize ahead of time for that.”
Hopefully they’d be okay with ‘dude’, ‘girl’, or ‘you with the face’ for now.
“Thanks, dude! I did most of them myself, actually. Perks of having an ink mutation.” As she said that, the vine on her right forearm morphed into a bottle of Patrón before morphing into the word ‘yes’. “This answer your question?”
She grabbed one of the cups that Christian poured, thanked him, and took a swig. The tequila burned its way down her throat and left her with a warm sensation. It wasn’t nasty, but it would’ve been better with a bit of fruit juice. She made a mental note to bring some next time… along with a speaker.
“You tryin’ to get me to take my clothes off? Not even gonna buy me dinner first?” She offered the man a playful wink. But before he could say anything, she pulled off her shirt and shorts, leaving just her undergarments. Had she known she’d be swimming, she would’ve worn her bikini underneath her clothes. But… Parker wasn’t exactly the shy kind. And underwears were pretty much bikinis anyway.
“Now you gotta show me something, werewolf boy.” By that, she meant his mutation. Growing up, werewolves existed only in novels and movies. Now there was a real one… not even ten feet in front of her. Of course she wanted to see the wolf in action.
Tara, the only other Alpha present, walked over and offered her a handshake. “Nice to meet you, fellow Alpha.” She then laughed when the girl said she looked “pretty athletic”. Judging from the fact that she nearly gave herself a heart attack from chasing a pug, she definitely was not athletic. But good to know she didn’t look out of shape. “Hell yeah, I’m ready! You boys are goin’ down!”
But before she could play with the slide, Christian asked for ideas to propose a toast and Tara suggested that he toast about the awesome slip n’ slide pool party they came up with. “I second that.” She emptied the contents of the cup in her mouth and set the cup down on the floor, ready for a refill.
She watched with a smile on her face as Christian wrestled Charlie into the pool. Tara took that opportunity to use the slide and her precious Celina paddled around Maddy with her tongue out, obviously enjoying the pool and the people. The dark haired Omega seemed to have already fallen deeply in love with her pugbaby judging from the threat that she uttered. But Parker’s only reaction was an amused chuckle.
“You’re a feisty one. I like you already,” She said, making absolutely no attempt to remove Celina from the pool. Her baby was having fun. Maddy was having fun. Why ruin it? “But dude over there’s got a point.”
“Sorry. Remind me your name?” She asked Jacen before continuing. “She likes you so you’re more than welcome to pug-sit anytime you want. How’s that?”
Once Tara was back, she grabbed the boogie board, ran up to the top of the slide, flopped herself on top of it, and slid head first into the water. Once she emerged through the surface, she pointed at her empty cup and asked for a refill. “Another!” Drunk pool games were always more fun than sober ones.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 11:08 pm
  
★ At this Location: Greenhouse
★ Thinking About: Be a better me, starting at the Greenhouse!
★ While on Team: Alpha
Returning to the base never felt so good before, especially, considering that their underground bunker was essentially as welcoming as a spacious jail cell. Lyn wanted nothing more than to spend it lounging and truly appreciating that she wasn’t in some warzone, and having Raine be her drink buddy only seemed fitting after their stellar bodyguard detail. The rest of the day went by in bliss, but as she went to bed that night, she couldn’t ignore the daunting dread that loomed over here as she recounted the mission. Things went awry, and she still had nerves running up her spine through it all. How many missions would it take before she stopped hesitating on the field? Hurting people shouldn’t be a priority of hers, but with her mutation, it was inevitable, and the thought crushed her. Lyn, the Alpha’s own fireball of energy and charm, was a walking wildfire, who could easily become anyone’s pyre in a careless sweep of her arm, or dark enough thought.
If she truly wanted to help save the world, then she needed to convince herself that her enemies were really bad guys, and bad guys deserve to be hurt. Any hesitating could lead to one of her own teammates getting hurt. Or, dare she think, her own sister? No. She couldn’t let that happen! This was her opportunity to prove to everyone that when Lyn looks into the abyss of danger, she won’t just stare back defiantly: she’ll wink! It was time to leave a new mark on this world, scorching with warm emotions and a brighter future, without a need for some artificial light.
That was her new personal mission: to forge a kick-butt version of Lyn and make that the norm. She spent a large amount of time in the Danger Room to try and keep her form in tip-top shape, and the pool to help cool herself down when things got too heated. She started watching other Alphas (and even some of the Omegas) to figure out what makes them hardy. There wasn’t much progress she could make in the two days after the botched mission from before, but it was enough to get Lyn started on her routine and figure out where she wanted to go. No longer would she simply be known as the “cute one” when someone mentions the Gauge twins!
That being said, even the toughest of fighters needed some downtime, and she had the urge to get in a few laps at the pool to warm herself up before she went back to the Danger Room for the day. However, upon nearing the doors to the pool, she heard several voices clamoring together excitedly, along with splashes. She peeked her head in curiously, letting out a silently “Oh!” as she say some Alphas and Omegas enjoying themselves with what looked like a slip-n-slide. Her curiosity and interest were sparked, but Lyn was looking for a place with a little less energy to find some inner peace before heading to her training. She felt that horsing around with these guys would do little but persuade to join the fun times. She wasn’t against it all (this was Lyn we’re talking about), but considering she just wanted to soak in the water for a little while, her desire was smoked before she even set foot in. With a sigh, she retreated from the doorway and walked back down the hall, trying to figure out another place to find some alone time to think.
The Greenhouse! Nothing more relaxing than strolling with some plants!
Her problem lasting only for the briefest of moments, Lyn picked up her pace to a confident strut and marched to the desired room, intent on finding that peace she so sought out for. The greenhouse had to be the best choice after all: there’s no way a bunch of people would be crowded in that place, right?
She had little idea how challenged she would be when she stepped in and took a whiff of the plants around her. Even donned in a simple pair of olive beach shorts, a spacious grey shirt (with a conservative swimsuit underneath for her anticipated pool time) and sandals, she was comfortable enough to glide through the aisles of foliage around her, though made the adjustment to tie her hair up in a quick ponytail since swimming wasn’t gonna happen just yet. However, it didn’t take long for her to run into some company, a drenched Gracie and somewhat-wet Luke conversing being just about the last thing she’d expected. “Wow! It’s the three of us again! And here I thought the greenhouse would be kinda empty!” she said as she noisily bounced up to them. She stayed a little out of the way of the sprinkler’s spray and tried to keep herself somewhat dry, even though she was already dressed for the occasion. That didn’t last long though, as Gracie turned off the sprinklers and allowed Lyn to join their proximity.
“So, is this some secret meeting in the greenhouse? Or did I just walk in on some crazy coincidence?” she asked the two, hands clasped behind her back as she looked around the greenhouse. Her gaze landed on a Daylia and the Omega Leader, Cissa, sitting a ways away from them all. She gave a quick wave at them, completely unaware of any sort of desire to remain undetected by them, before turning back to Luke and Gracie. “That’s two more! I was looking for a place that was a little more secluded, but I didn’t think there’d be five of us in here! Oh well, at least there’s not a slip-n-slide, like the pool has.”
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2016 2:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2016 8:01 am
 
His eyes flashed with anger as his tone hardened while they discussed Scott’s shortcomings. “Just because you were accepting of Gideon and Leo, doesn’t mean he should not have recognized the dangers Kat presented. She’s been a problem for a while now and has not improved in the slightest where her moral compass is concerned.” At some point, Scott should have intervened before it got to the point of Kat trying to kill the Alpha leader. That was unforgivable.
“Bells, you’ve always had a heart of gold… you’re accepting where many would not be… but when things didn’t improve, a different tactic should have been taken.” Narcissa would have been better suited to the volatile personality the ex-hydra agent had, regardless of how the blond would have felt about her past. Kat saw Bella as a doormat.
He hadn’t meant to hurt her by mentioning Gideon, but dancing around the existence of her former flame did nothing to help her. For him, those memories served a different sort of pain, but he kept it tucked away as he tried to help her through hers. “I’m sorry I wasn’t.” He whispered when she reminded him that he had deserted her.
“If I had the power to change the past...” His southern lilt held so much guilt, it made the air around him feel heavier. He would never have left her alone. Surely the pain of watching her fall for someone else would have faded and he could have accepted just being friends… But the opportunity presented itself, and with as much as he missed his horses, and his cowardice regarding his own heart… He disappeared.
He reasoned against Kat’s animalistic nature, citing the vindictive streak was more human, but Bella didn’t argue further. “Animals might never forget something, but they act out of defense. Not vengeance.”
From what he had heard, Leo’s idea of handling her wasn’t all that Isabella made it to be. Any one of the mutants could have tried to kill her. That wasn’t dealing. “I’m glad he was there to intervene. But fighting violence with more violence isn’t really taking care of a situation.” As a leader, she knew that.
As she disappeared to take a shower, the pieces finally fell in place; Leo’s overly violent reaction, Kat’s reasoning to attack her (if what Bella said was true about her merely being a pawn)... everything. As the lump in his throat grew larger, his heart sank into the icy pit of his stomach. She loved someone else. After all this time, she still didn’t see him.
She bounced out of the bathroom, and Blake somehow rose to his feet, intending to be the friend she had always known. Taking a deep breath, he stepped toward her and extended his hand for her to take. No matter how many times he had coached himself to press on like it was nothing when she had been cleaning up… the Texan had not been prepared for the feel of her petal-soft fingertips brushing his. It nearly brought him to his knees.
Pulling back, he swallowed as he stared at the floor, his conscience still telling him to do the right thing. But when he chanced a look at his best friend, nothing could have concealed the misery and unabridged pain swirling in the depths of his oceanic eyes.
Slowly, he finally brought the confession that had burned on his tongue to the air, telling her that he wasn’t strong enough to continue like he felt nothing. His heart in pieces, he wordlessly left her in the infirmary. Everything he felt, every piece of him that he was sure was worth anything, he left at her feet.
Nashville
Alice had been quick to get ready and follow him out of the base. It had taken several drinks in rapid succession for him to finally say what had inspired the trip, and in true Alice form… she decided that Bella was the devil. “She just didn’t feel the same way.” He amended, the back of his mind not wanting to paint Bella the villain. Not that it would do any good where the earth mover was concerned.
But the more whiskey he drank, the less that seemed to matter. How could she not know? And her fumbled apology… because that was what he needed to hear. She was sorry. Right. He was sorry too; he had wasted all that time, carrying a torch for a girl who barely knew he existed, except for when she needed emotional support.
Blake the rock.
He laughed bitterly into his cup when Alice reasoned he was better off. “Now that I’m broken, I’m probably more attractive now. There’s something to fix.” Polishing off the glass, he slammed it down loud enough to catch the bartender’s attention so that he could refill it.
He would have continued, but a man resembling a basketball - bumps and all wedged himself between the two friends and started making a pass at Alice. He was quick to defend her, promptly socked the guy in the face, his knuckles instantly tearing from the impact; though, it was nothing compared to the swelling on the basketball’s face.
In seconds, most of the bar was up in arms, drunks hooting and hollering as they brawled and Blake nearly missed Alice’s own piece of the fight as the bouncers started pulling him toward the exit. He swung one last time, cussing the bar for kicking them out before he dusted off his shoulders and grinned at Alice. “I’m feeling spry enough to take on an entire football team.” He said, already starting for another bar.
Several bars and broken noses later, they found themselves tucked in a darker part of one establishment, karaoke blaring as they sipped at their glasses. “Beats me..” He said, thinking it was a poor excuse to snap high end pictures. “I might have believed it if he’d been using his cellphone and wanted to snap a famous person.” He slurred, his accent as thick as molasses.
She suggested pizza and a room, and Blake’s eyes flashed with mischief as he grinned. “Hey now, lady. Don’t get any ideas about that room. I’m a gentleman, after all.” The molecular manipulator joked, motioning for a waitress carrying tube shots to come to their table. He grabbed three for each of them, handing her several folded bills to pay the tab.
“We need a pizza.”
The waitress started to open her mouth to say the bar didn’t have a kitchen, but after she glanced down at the money, eyes wide and nodded, happy to oblige. “I like a spicy chicken pizza, but I will take whatever.” He inclined his head toward the blond and smiled. “And whatever she wants.”
Later
Stuffed, their stomachs sloshing with alcohol, they found a hotel not far from the strip and Blake held the door for her, not paying any mind to the flashes behind them. “I think this will do for the night.” He said, ushering them up to the concierge. “We’d like a room with a double please.”
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2016 11:41 pm
   
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2016 8:16 pm
Darien Asch
PUNISHMENT
TEAM: ALPHA
LOCATION: X-Men Facility - Alkali Lake, Canada: Gym 7th Floor
WITH: Dmitri, Kerrigan
Injuries Sustained: None
Unreal Tournament 3 OST - "Go Down[UT3 Remix]" Opening and clenching his fists, Darien listening as the lava manipulator gave a firm no on the idea of burns working with his own mutation. "You're right, but even if I could use burns to get a boost, it'd probably be more trouble than it's worth in the end," he admitted with a small shrug of his shoulders. Watching his sparring partner equip himself with padding, he couldn't help but chuckle. "I've got nothing against protection, but bare-knuckle's much more fun. I'll suit up too, it's only fair."
Breaking his rhythmic bouncing, Darien went over to grab a set of forearm and shin pads. "Punishment's really the only fitting code-name for me, all things considered. What about you?”, Darien responded as he fastened his sparring gear and moved to take his place across from Dmitri on a mat. Taking a few moments, he bounced back in his rhythm, giving a friendly hand-wave toward himself to signal his partner to make the first move. His stance was relatively low, with an arm kept at around a forty-five degree from his side and up-front and the others' elbow relatively even with his back. He was more comfortable retaliating with hard strikes and occasional grapples, erring on the side of defense to find openings for vicious assaults.
-- A Few Hours Later --
Slightly panting with a grin, Darien used the back of an arm to wipe at his jaw. This was just what he needed to loosen up and get acquainted with the place. The bruises he got felt good, a bit deep and even though they had already started to visibly heal up a bit it felt like a breath of fresh air for him. "We should do this again sometime. Haven't had this much fun in a while," he called out, lowering his stance and extending out a hand to Dmitri for a show of sportsmanship.
((OOC: Leaving this ambiguous for you Code Monkey, that way I don't push anything that doesn't feel right, you know? Feel free to determine an actual outcome, I'm fine with pretty much anything.))
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2016 7:32 pm
 
)( Back-posting will be posted when Gracie is able to respond to the last one )(
------ Time Skip ------
Daylia had never really minded being around Narcissa. The sunbeam was at times harsh, there was no denying it, but most had learned to live with it. Had they simply run into each other, D wouldn’t have been so uncomfortable, but as it stood, there were many reasons why she was ready to take the defensive. Not only was the mission still on her mind, but the order to come alone did not seem to sit too well with the faux redhead.
The small talk, or what she had assumed to be small talk didn’t help the situation any. She had attempted to correct her statements, or at least the ones that had come out more like questions. "Yeah it is." She responded, her eyes watching the nail polish rather than her team lead. "But I guess it could be worse. We came here to be safe, and that’s better than being locked up in a six by eight." If they even allowed mutants that much space.
The silence stretched between the two, making Daylia’s paranoia grow. She did her best to fight it off, but in the end her will power gave. She did her best to explain why she had the thoughts she did. "Ehh, maybe, but for all of the wrong reasons." She said, a small smile touching her lips. She listened as the sun queen continued, nodding along silently.
The words ‘huh’ and ‘ahh’ unintelligently escaped her mouth as Narcissa continued to expel the thoughts that she had about the mission. So Kerri went against orders, the newbies shouldn’t have been put into that situation, and they were all children to the sun goddess. "Gotcha, so I was just being paranoid." She said with a nod. It wouldn’t have been the first time she was overly worried about being the cause of something, and she was sure it wouldn’t be the last. She almost opened her mouth to interject again, but decided against it. How was she supposed to know there was no other choice?
A single brow rose as the blond continued. It was difficult to imagine the woman not going after the new wave of MRD’s versus turning tail to join, what Daylia thought of as, a pitiful group. With the sluggish wolf and Daylia being down, she couldn’t imagine they would have stood a better chance against a sentinel than a lone Cissa. No, she was absolutely sure it would have spelled disaster for all of them, especially trying to keep the lame out of harm's way. Either way, she didn’t question the ‘necessity’ of the situation. "Got it." She said, holding up her free hand palm towards her team lead.
Daylia would never dare question her leader on ‘necessity,’ after all that would only be inviting trouble into her life. Before she could interject further, Cissa changed the subject, getting to the real reason she had called the Chameleon to meet her. Daylia blanched at the Sun Goddesses words, her mouth gaping like a fish as she struggled to understand the words that had spewed from the blonds mouth.
A few moments ticked by before the faux redhead came back to herself, at least slightly as the tried to make some sort of coherent sentence. The string of emotional turmoil was unavoidable for the young woman as she tried to grasp the reason behind the other woman's thinking. "Do I look like the kind of person who would just sleep with people?" She asked more laughter bursting forth in the emotional whirlwind. Just because she may have been bored didn’t mean she would just sleep with people.
Of course the ridiculousness of the question was almost amusing at first, at least until she sobered, remembering prom night with Dimitri. Anger flashed through her eyes at the thought of the man spreading rumors about their situation. The thought had gotten to her so much that she had forgotten the fresh polish job Narcissa had completed.
Her jaw was tight as she looked down to her nails as Cissa snatched up her arm. The muscles in her jaw flexed for a moment as she tried to subdue the anger she felt towards the Alpha. "Sorry." She mumbled, avoid eye contact with the blond. "I just..." She said before making an angry frustrated sound. Instead of her fingers contracting this time, they flared apart with the anger. Unfortunately she missed the entrance of one of the new Alpha’s, Lynette. With the furry rising she had even forgotten Luke's presence.
And to think, she was actually coming around the the playboy. Not that she had ever expected any sort of relationship, just some sort of friendship. She did her best to follow the advice given, though as her foot bounced it was apparent that the patient was not going to come easily. "What a ******** d**k." She muttered under her breath, as she tried to focus on what Narcissa was doing.
However it was not distracting enough. "Any idea on how many other people think I’m expecting?" She asked, her voice still tight with ire.
Her eyes were torn away from the polish as another person interrupted them. The glare she gave the poor fella was not meant for him, but there was little she could do to mask it. She snorted at his question, but said nothing as she returned her glare back to her nails, waiting for the Sun Queen to shoot the boy down. It was obvious enough that he was not an Omega.
------ Time skippy thingy ------
After being dismissed from the bonding session, Daylia had made her way back to her room, plotting the entire way Dimitri’s downfall. Gracie had tagged along as well, after coming out of her hidden position amongst the foliage. She was trying to calm down slightly, knowing it wouldn’t be wise to find him right away. Unfortunately she couldn’t distract herself from the rolling rage that filled the pit of her stomach.
Gracie was no help as she snickered. "Well, you have officially replaced Bella's-near-death-experience as the chat over the watercooler."
She stopped in her pacing to look at her friend. "Not helping." She said as she shook her head. Then again, she doubted Gracie would stop her from the current mission to knock out pretty boys teeth. "I actually thought he was going to turn out to be an okay guy." She said bitterly, internally shaming herself in the process.
"I have to find him." She said as her fist clenched and unclenched. With little left to be said, she made her way out of her room, Gracie tagging right alongside her.
After stopping to ask a few people where the boy was, they got intel that he was in the gym area. She should have figured that that's where the boy was hiding out. She made a beeline for the seventh floor, hoping to catch the Alpha before he left. Anger flared anew as she caught sight of the poor fella.
"Dimitri, you p***k!" She called out. She didn’t even bother to look around the room to take inventory on who was there with him. It didn’t matter to her, at least not in that moment. If someone else had stupidly decided to jump in, she had back up in the form of Gracie. The Playboy must have just finished sparring, as he shook hands with another boy.
Her hand was already balled into a fist as she stomped across the floor towards her target. As she drew close enough she drew back her hand, aiming for a shot at his pretty little face. "How ******** dare you!" She said as she let her fist fly.
After it made contact, she drew her hand back, shaking off the pain of striking someone. "I can’t believe you!" She shouted as she cradled her hand to her chest. Oh that was going to smart later. "Why the hell would you tell people we slept together?!" She demanded.
Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Greenhouse ---> Gym
Ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ: Please tell me I loosened at least one tooth.
Ｗｉｔｈ: Narcissa ---> Gracie, Dimitri, Darien
""
)( Placement of Gracie and auto hit of Dimitri approved by their respective players. )(
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)(Over.Dose.On.Cyanide)( Crew
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 9:21 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2016 6:04 am
LOCATION: BAR HOPPING IN NASHVILLE // COMPANY: BLAKE // THOUGHTS: MOST FUN I'VE HAD IN A WHILE // MUSIC: BLANK SPACE // CLOTHES: XX
This is a fight to the d e a t h,xxxxxxxx
Our holy war,xx
A new romance,xxxxxxxxxxx
A trojan whorexxxxx
We will, we will, we will rise again
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This is a f i g h t for the day,xxxxx
Night,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Black and whitexxxxxxxx
A victory dance,xxxxxx
A burning riotxxxxxxxxxxxx
We will, we will, we will r i s e again
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2016 1:07 am
 Cᴏʟʟɪɴ TᴀᴛʜᴇʀsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAᴍᴘTᴇᴀᴍ Aʟᴘʜᴀ :: Fᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ Nervous :: Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Kitchen ::Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ Alex, Gabriel, Charlotte, Some kind of juice bending ninja guy and a pretty couple :: Wᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ This :: Iɴ Hᴇʀ Hᴇᴀᴅ So many cool people... :: Subconsciously maybe Collin did mean to squish her construct after all. This was really the first time outside of class she had used it, and more importantly "showing it off" to the others. This power wasn't like the moment when someone shows off they can touch their tongue to their elbow- she can do that too but that's not the point- it was exhibited powers that if she was being completely honest with herself, was afraid of. She just wasn't completely comfortable around a lot of people seeing her power, sure a few people and she would start dancing to It's Tricky but more people coming around made it feel like...well she could explain it. Best way to describe would be crippling fear but to be around all of these other mutants, mutants that had control and confidence- there was no way she could express any of this to them. The mood in the room was too upbeat for any of that kinda talk. She did notice that Gabriel had re-focused on his weapons and- while they made her incredibly nervous- she did think,'He must be really skilled to do all that so quick...' He had seen what she had done with her powers and thus showed his in return. She was taken back in utter awe by what was happening to his arm it was like it became a living weapon. He talked of strain on his body and she could clearly tell, but for some reason she wanted to reach out and feel it. Was his arm completely gone? Her hand twitched as he recluses the metal back and she jerked her hand into her jacket pocket. He gave a sudden farewell to them as he left the kitchen. He seemed like the kind of person that liked being alone, but at the same time someone who enjoyed company...these people were confusing.
The boy she had called a ninja prior to showing her powers attempted to joke about being one of those character you'd least suspect in a story or game- honestly she wasn't really into video games or hyper-fantasy books but maybe he meant something else? It clicked that she was thinking too much about it and decided to silently chuckle. The movement and expression was there, but the joy was silent. He as well as Alex complimented her powers, causing to become a little bashful and look at a the ground. The boy answered her question of his powers by casually floating a glob of juice from the cup he had been drinking out of. She smirked silently giggling again as he played with shapes and forms of the liquid in a similar fashion to how she did with her sonokinetic energy mass. Then he skinned a apple with the liquid. She was shocked, the liquid that was handled so playfully suddenly turned vicious on the fruit. He called it Hydrokinesis, a power she actually had heard about. She knew it was one of the main forms of elemental control like Pyrokinesis (she caught a video of someone using that on the internet). Alex called her ability Sensory adaption. She wasn't very aware of what it did based on it's name, but she quickly explained it and honestly it sounded totally awesome. She made it sound like it was an invisible ability, something that would be really helpful on missions and stuff for the X-Men, but then she mentioned not using it often. Collin got the reasoning behind not wanting to use it, but she still wanted to see it, maybe it could do something for her? She gave an example of what would happen with music and dog hearing, and Collin spurt a little trying not to laugh. The comparison reminded her of a time back home. Trying her best not to completely laugh she typed into her phone and held it towards Alex, “Haha Sorry I know what you mean reminds of something that happened with a chihuahua XD,” she didn't really want to get into the story but it was a good one to share for another time.
She felt a little more at ease with how open everyone was about their powers, it was nothing like this back home. Her friends didn't know about her powers and her mother felt uncomfortable with them in the house- it was only her brother that acted so carefree and relaxed when he powers "turned on". Alex talked about music allows her to relax,”Good point maybe that's why I got this one? Your powers sound really cool Alex ;3”She didn't know at all how the genetics of the X-Gene worked but it couldn't have been coincidence that she- who was working on becoming a DJ with her friends and loved listening to records in her room would get a power like this right? Alex was starting to offer some things to the others. Coffee wasn't really her thing but she did reach for a slice of toast- nothing like a piece of toast soaked with butter to make a good treat. Toast in mouth she couldn't help but stare at the girl floating over their way. Despite being in a room full of mutants she wasn't going to get used to this...The floaty girl introduced herself as Eden, but with her hands covered in toast she didn't reach for her phone and signed out her name, "C-o-l-l-i-n." The Hydrokinesis boy introduced himself as Marcel, it sounded like he forgot to say it earlier, but that was okay. She pushed the last of toast into her mouth and wiped her hands on a napkin so she could type,”Nice too meet you Marcel....” she separated the type and wrote, ”You as well Eden hello!” Back to the subject she loudly quietly asked about before she took all of their advice on the matter into account and typed in the request, ”It sounds dangerous but I would like to see the danger room at least? Do I need to ask Mr.Summers for permission? I'm just a limp noodle so maybe I should just see the place for now ^^;” Like the emoticon at the end of the message she produced quite the nervous look with a laughing face but her brow furrowed into a worried curve.
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