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 Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2016 2:43 pm
With: Isabella Where: Training Room Wearing: White tee-shirt and dark blue chinos. Finn tilted his head slightly and smirked when the brunette teased her dinner line at him. He didn’t take the Alpha leader for the type to crack cheesy lines but it definitely lightened the mood for the Australian. ”Maybe just for dinner then,” he shot back in jest, jokingly insinuating a date. The sea blue orbs of his eyes almost seemed to lighten when he smiled to himself after digesting what he had just said to his leader.
Finn watched Bella carefully as she wrestled with explaining the necessity of reading his files. He nodded along with her words without much of a fight back. He never felt that he had anything to hide so the method to him wasn’t invasive but rather unnecessary. ”Well if you want to know more than what’s in those folders, I’ll be available, Love.” Although some would find it intrusive and offensive for people to read their files, Finn was simply off-put. He’d much rather others get to know him first before resorting to background checks. It only seemed… natural. Still, he couldn’t blame the brunette. She was simply doing what she had to.
When they were out of the classroom and in the halls speaking, Finn softly gazed into her rich green eyes. As Bella laughed at his suggestion for an adventure, he instantly recognized that the walls she put up had cracked a little. The emotion seemed actually sincere and, unlike before, relaxed. ”What?” Finn asked curiously. ”Everyone knows rules are just suggestions,” he added with a deviant smile.
Before he could say more, his leader swiftly turned on a heel and beckoned for him to follow causing him to raise an eyebrow in confusion. Although she made it clear with good reason that they couldn’t plainly leave the bunker, he couldn’t help but feel as if she was planning something that tiptoed rule breaking. The Australian pursed his lips in question but shrugged it off, eventually choosing to go along with it in trust of her.
Finn could feel the steel box rock under his weight as he stepped into the elevator after her. He made a face at Bella that exaggerated his discomfort until the shaking came to a rest. ”I don’t suppose we could’ve taken the stairs?” he asked with a sigh amusement. Truthfully, riding the lift always made him slightly uneasy given the age of the bunker. But It wasn’t because of the threat of falling, rather the idea of being stuck in a smaller box than the actual bunker itself.
By the time that Finn could see where Isabella was leading him, he was admittedly taken aback. He hadn’t used the Training Sim before but idea of battle training wasn’t what he had expected in the least. He watched onward as she focussed in on working at the keyboard for setting up the simulator. ”Who’d of known you’d make such cute thinking face?” Finn teased lightly at his tour guide.
He followed her through the final doors and stood in awe as the simulation came to life. Finn could feel the grains of sand make way for him under his weight. Although he knew the environment wasn’t real, the feel of it made his heart skip a beat in excitement. Letting his bag slide off of his shoulder and fall onto the sand, Finn gazed ahead into the waters before tugging his sights back onto Bella. He uncontrollably took a second to admire the girl and the moment. Never would he have thought the bunker could make him feel so joyfully at home. ”You’re… one hell of a tour guide,” he commented with a warm laugh before pulling himself up next to her at the edge of the waters.
When he ended up catching her in thought, Finn gave her a few moments alone before breaking the silence between them. ”My dad used to bring me out to the beaches every day,” he announced quietly, ”He would’ve loved this view”. His hands dug themselves into the pockets of his dark blue chinos. He wanted to reach for the waters but felt fear of finding out it wasn’t as real as he wanted it to be. ”It used to be so easy didn’t it?” his words trailed off, hinting at life before mutations. He thought back to his father’s house on the waters and the familiarity of it crept into his nerves. It had a scenery and privacy just like the simulation.
”If I didn’t know any better Bella, I would’ve thought you’ve already read my files,” he chuckled, slapping her arm gently with the back of his fingers. The Australian turned his attention back at the waters and smiled pleasantly to himself. ”Thanks… for this. You don’t know how much I needed it.” He closed his eyes shortly to internalize the warmth of the sun in peace. Who would’ve guessed that the bunker held any sort of secrets that wasn’t painful to discover.
After a few seconds he found himself falling backwards into a sitting position on the sand. The simulated grains beneath him parted themselves as naturally as the beaches around his home. Although Finn never cared much for technology, this would mark one of the few times it had left him awestruck. Looking up at his companion, Finn patted the spot on the sand next to him, insisting for her to join. He wondered in silence if she had similar struggles as him. He wondered if the struggles were even worse. After all, he had not been with the X-men during the destruction of their original mansion.
”I see it, y’know?” Finn paused momentarily to evaluate his next few words before pressing forward. ”The façade hiding the pain in you.” He wrapped his arms loosely around his bent legs, interlocking his fingers without knowing it. ”You don’t have to explain. But you should know that there are a lot of students here putting up the same veil,” Finn sighed, continuing to stare into the waters. He never wanted to impede since he was one of the newest members in the group but he could read it clear as day. There were signs of post-traumatic stress breaking through everyone’s mask. The Aussie never sought to dig or pry into their emotions but his previous work in emergency rescue had him trained to detect these problems. Still, he didn’t desire a response or justification from Bella. He would never expect her to explain her feelings because there simply wasn’t a need to. Grieving, pain, and recovery… no one had to tell him that it occurred at different paces.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2016 10:44 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2016 1:16 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2016 3:15 am
#Dragonborn #TheBigBadWolf #BlondeRebellion #PeytronVsSentinel
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Sing This Corrosion To Me
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2016 12:00 pm
  Oh, even if we're discovered
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJust be sure to wear your best; we will surely make the covers.Alpha ✖ Wonderland ✖ Costumexxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
It seemed to Julian that Peyton would never stop being amusing to him. It was one of the reasons he kept her around. Unlike so many of the members of the X-Men, she tended to wear her emotions on her sleeve. He did not need to probe her for her emotions, because she simply told everyone exactly what she felt exactly when she felt it. There were plenty of other X-Men that were just as blunt, of course, but it was his opinion that many of those who did so tended to do it less out of honesty and more out of ego. Whereas Peyton simply spoke her mind because it did not occur to her to keep her emotions a secret. It was refreshing. Perhaps that was why he was drawn to her. After living a pretense for as long as he had, maybe he simply preferred the company of those who did not hide underneath such masks as he did.
He could not keep the smirk from his face when Peyton warned him of potential consequences for if she should get frostbite. ”Can mutants even get frostbite?” he jokingly asked. ”Actually, come to think of it, I do not think I’ve ever even seen a single member of the X-Men get sick of anything short of the Legacy virus, let alone something as common as frostbite or even the common cold. Odd, isn’t it?”
They spent the better part of the morning sparring. Julian taught her various grapples and throws that emphasized using her opponent’s size and strength against them, since she was rather small. He would then run her through drills where he would play the part of the attacker and she the defender, letting her hone her newly learned skills on him. Essentially, he was a glorified punching bag for her to practice the moves he taught her on. The woman learned at a decent pace. Though she found herself frustrated frequently, as she was wont to do, Julian would be hard pressed to find anyone who could master these techniques in the short span of a few hours. It had taken him years to master all of his combat skills, and he’d been trained essentially from birth to be an assassin. Despite what the movies might tell people, learning to fight was not as simple as a montage set to awful 80s hair metal. Real combat skills took a long time to learn, and even more time to master. If nothing else, the fact that Peyton already had an athletic background actually helped her; flexibility and conditioning helped a great deal in learning these techniques much quicker than the average student.
Eventually the subject turned to the notion of being able to fight teleporters. Or, in Peyton’s words, “knock a teleporter’s teeth out.” He knew she was merely messing with him, but it was a fair enough question in his mind. The X-Men had faced enough teleporters in the past for them to be a very real and tangible threat they could possibly be in the future, and it was smart to try to learn to fight them. Teleporters were difficult to fight, especially the smarter ones. A teleporter could be in a dozen different places within seconds, and very people had the ability or know how to fight such a tactic. They were less predictable than speedsters, were faster, and had significantly less boundaries and limitations. Walls could not hold teleporters, nor were they grounded by gravity or restricted to flat planes. Teleporters did not move in a set path before them, so they could not be readily tripped. They could avoid all damage by simply blinking out of existence and going to a safe space to regroup and retaliate.
Naturally, because of all these inherent advantages, teleporters tended to grow complacent. He’d been guilty of this before. He would find himself using the same old tricks on different people. Usually, this was not a problem. But occasionally one ran into an enemy that was smarter than the average bear. Maybe they had some kind of precognitive powers, or they were simply smart enough to be able to sense the pattern in their teleports and use that to predict where they would hop to next, and shove a knife in that particular spot. He supposed he could teach Peyton how to calculate such patterns.
He gave her his usual wry grin when she challenged him to test her, asking if he was up for it. ”Well, first things first, little wolf,” he said, blinking out of existence and reappearing about twenty feet to her left, ”You must be adaptive.” He waited exactly two heartbeats before once again blinking out of existence, this time reappearing directly in front of her face. ”As a wise man once said,” he said, blinking out of existence after one heartbeat this time, reappearing directly behind her. ”Be formless, shapeless, like water.” He waited four heartbeats this time, poking her on the back of the head with his index finger and disappearing into a puff of smoke, reappearing about ten feet to her right. ”Be ready to attack from up close, or from a distance, at a moment’s notice once you pick up the pattern.” After three heartbeats, he reappeared at the same spot to her left as before. ”Predict the enemy’s pattern.” He teleported back in front of her after two heartbeats. ”Strike before the enemy is upon you.” After another heartbeat, he was once again behind her. ”Do not react. Predict.”
He continued the pattern, teleporting to the same four spots in exactly the same rhythms.
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxOh, if we run this lightxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Take a little lifexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
No one will care at all.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Oh, we canBurn it and leavexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
For we are the beautiful thieves.
No one suspects at all. No one suspects.xxx
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2016 4:54 pm
  Mutation: Geokinesis
Alpha
Location: Home Base The time spent at the pool was exactly what she needed. She got to drink with awesome people, got to meet one of her new teammates, and have fun on a slip n' slide that wasn't supposed to exist. In the wake of low morale since the last mission, she wished that maybe more people had come to partake despite the fact that she would have hated for it to be come more crowded; the others seemed to need the reminder that they were still kids. I wasn't all team missions, world stakes and enemies. Sometimes, they needed to take some time and just be what they were at heart. After several hours, she and the others started to get tired, and hungry after what would be remembered as a pretty kick a** party. She had decided to tag along with the group as they made their way to the kitchen to load up on food, though finding something dry to cover up with proved to be more of a challenge than she had thought. Of course, she was comfortable walking the hallways in her wet skivvies, but apparently the others thought that she should cover up. Grabbing the driest of the soaked towels around the pool area, she wrapped it around herself quickly, grabbing her clothes under her arm as she followed their lead. Eventually, the found themselves at the boys' room for some more hang out time. The brunette accepted the dry shirt that was offered gratefully, letting the wet towel she as holding around herself fall to the ground before pulling the shirt over her head. Unfortunately, she was still wet enough that it hugged and puckered over her body, continuing to leave little to the imagination, but she didn't appear to care. In all honesty, she didn't care - she wasn't ashamed of her body and didn't see a reason why the others should be averse to being able to look at it for a while longer. Flopping down on one of their beds, laughing at some joke that had been made as they weaved and wobbled their way around the room, she rounded her attention on the probability manipulator. " You. Handsome. Pass the chips," she demanded with an elaborate write flourish in Charlie's direction, ending with a pretend pout in an attempt to lessen the severity of her tone. Accepting the bag as it was offered to her, she gave him an appreciative smile, taking a handful of salty goodness and moaning as she popped a few in her mouth. " Oh my God I was so hungry!" Who knew that drinking and slip n' sliding all day could take so much out of you? Tossing her wet hair over her shoulders as she reclined back on the bed, she turned her attentions to the rest of the room, looking expectantly. " So...what now? Truth or Dare? Spin the bottle?" ((O.O.C. Super short, but it's something! So sorry for the wait, loves.))
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2016 12:06 am
 Location: Boy's Room - After Party
Who knew chasing a dog down a few flights of stairs would result in a morning of slip-n-slide fun at the pool? It was unexpected but she had absolutely no regrets. In fact, she was super glad Celina ran off the way she did. Her little canine friend had a knack for finding fun things to do and she certainly did not disappoint. What otherwise would’ve been a rather boring day filled with naps and sketches had turned into a day of excitement, new friends, and alcohol. It was safe to say that her first official ‘hang-out’ with the Junior X-Men had been a total success.
After spending several hours joyfully trashing the pool area, the group decided to grab some food and relocate to the boys’ room for the after party. With her little pug in tow, she followed the group to the kitchen only to tell them that she needed to make a pit stop in her room. At least, that’s what she thought she said. It hadn’t occurred to her how much alcohol she’d consumed until she tried to form a coherent sentence. The connection between her brain and her body seemed a bit disconnected and words were a bit difficult at the moment. But who cared? Certainly not her. She was too happy to really care how drunk she was.
Parker promised the group she’d find them and promptly made her way to her bedroom. Once there, she clumsily filled Celina’s food and water bowl and left the pup to enjoy her meal. “Bon appetit. I shall be back.”
“Oh right! Must change wet clothes.” With absolutely zero grace, she tugged her wet clothes off, tossed them in the hamper, and pulled on a fresh shirt and a pair of shorts. She then pulled a bag of marshmallows out of her snack stash and, on her way out, said, “Freel free to find me. You seem to be a good finder. See ya!”
A few minutes later, she arrived at Charlie’s room wearing a shirt that said ‘Hey be naked when I’m home later’ and a pair of jean shorts. Having completely forgotten about footwear, Parker stepped in the room barefoot and seemingly unaware of her lack of shoes. “I’m heeeere! With marshmallows! We can s’mores!” Her slurred words and her singsong tone no doubt gave away just how tipsy she was.
How many shots had she had? Six? Seven? Eh… was anyone even counting?
Without a warning, she tossed the bag of marshmallows at Charlie and sat down next to Tara. “Oooh chips! Gimme!” She extended her hand and wiggled her fingers at the brunette, signaling the woman to hand over the bag of crispy goodness. Hearing Tara’s suggestions for games, she enthusiastically nodded at both. Anything sounded fun to her at the moment.
“I vote truth or dare. Never played spin the bottle. Can we combine the two?” She asked. It would be an interesting concept. But her brain was too foggy to figure out how that’d work.
“In case anyone’s wondering, puggo is back in her palace. She’s feasting. She might join later.” Considering how much these people loved Celina, she figured at least one of them would ask about her whereabouts.
“Also, did anyone bring drinks?” For a person who probably shouldn’t drink more, she sure wanted more alcohol in her system.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2016 12:05 am
With: Isabella Where: Training Room Wearing: White tee-shirt and dark blue chinos. Giving an unsure shrug at Bella’s question of his team affiliation, Finn leaned onto the backs of his heels. ”You’ll have to explain that one to me someday, Love,” Finn replied in confusion. Being the newest member to the team, he had no real idea of the standings between Omega and Alpha. In truth, the team was only distinguished to him through color and probably equal numbers in the roster. To Finn, he didn’t really care about the divide or the opposing team. What mattered was staying safe and keeping everyone he could alive. Wasn’t that what the X-men used to be about or was he simply too green of a boy compared to Bella?
Seeing Bella concerned about his nervousness in the elevator, Finn couldn’t help but blurt out a short laugh. When he made the request, Finn didn’t expect her to take it seriously. After all, not many people would take the Aussie for one that feared lifts given his stature. ”You really are kind aren’t you?” Finn quipped with a warming smile. ”I’ll live, Sweetheart,” he added with a stern nod. Even though he was uncomfortable in the lift, it seemed inconsiderate to force his leader into trekking the stairs with him. He wouldn’t mind climbing it solo, but obligating her to do it too was a bit overhaul.
As her nose continued to scrunch further while working the computer, Finn did the best he could to suppress a peaking chuckle. It really was cute, even if it was just her face. As much as he wanted to respond with something cheeky, he knew it was best not to overdo it. She volunteered to be his tour guide, and for that he’d be thankful.
”Where were you when I got here a week ago?” Finn asked half sarcastically. In truth, the last few days for the Australian was quite the adjustment. From living more so in isolation to sharing an underground bunker with countless students was unexpected to say the least. But he would assume they all shared the same itch to breathe some freshness in the air. It didn’t take long for the cabin fever to sink in for him, and he’d assume it’s been hurting some of the other students’ even more given recent events.
Stretching out his legs towards the water, Finn leaned backwards while planting his palms on the sand to support his body. He put some time into thinking about what his tour guide said about being good at providing what others need. It was a description he was used to hearing about himself, but this would be one of the few times the role was reversed. Throughout his career, Finn could attest to the “carer” role being draining to say the least. Except in contrast to the brunette, he was focussed solely on strangers. Thus when lives were lost or sacrifices were made, they weren’t the most damaging.
Pausing his thoughts, Finn’s eyes locked themselves on the brunette who stayed looking away from him. Her desire to distance the conversation from the topic of trauma was enough for Finn to naturally nod along and agree to. Placing a gentle hand over Bella’s, Finn gave a small squeeze of assurance. He wasn’t sure what the girl needed but he was keen on falling back to what he had learned in providing support. Small physical contact as a gesture to show support and help was what most people felt desire for, even if they didn’t know they wanted it themselves.
He stayed quiet and allowed Bella to finish her words, refusing to cut her off at any point she wanted to talk. Coming from his own “carer” role, Finn knew to just let people express rather than pry. He believed they all came along at their own pace eventually.
”And I’ll be here for you,” he replied in a low, comforting tone before removing his hand from hers. The gaze of his navy eyes averted themselves to the simulated waters again. Though he knew his words and actions were quite forward given the freshness of their relationship, the Australian couldn’t help but try. He’d hope that she’d find assurance in him rather than withdraw herself further, but he wouldn’t blame her for continuing to distance herself. Who was he to expect anything of her anyways?
Finn’s fingers gripped at the artificial sand beneath his palms. He couldn’t remember the last time he was on the beach for leisure since fleeing from Australia. Becoming absorbed in the simulation, the Australian couldn’t stop himself from reaching back towards the scar on his shoulder and running his fingertips over its grooves. After a second he’d find himself wincing from phantom pain and snapping back to his senses. ”We love and lose,” he thought to himself in memory of his Dad. Though he would never admit the line to the girl beside him, his own losses aid him in understanding why she’d rather remain secluded emotionally.
”You’re a bit of a fighter aren’t ya, Love?” Finn asked with a lighter tonality. The question was loaded both in jest and seriousness. He wondered what it was like to be the front face in an organization where everyone looks to you for answers on how to carry themselves. ”Must be tiring,” Finn added with a whisper, more so commenting to himself than to her.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2016 10:59 am
 
At a loss, Blake still found himself defending Isabella. “I reckon it’s my fault.” His southern accent thicker with the alcohol in his system. “I should have seen the writing on the wall when she started dating Gideon and let go then.” Pushing his hands through sandy-colored hair, his heart remained heavy, almost numb from pain. All this time, and she apparently never noticed. “I tried; it was one of the deciding factors for me to recruit for the Academy…” A small smile pulled half of his mouth upwards and he winked at his friend. “Silver lining in that is I got to help cute girls like you.” Not that it helped lessen what he felt for the dark-haired sound manipulator… he never dated any of the students he brought back to the Academy.
He asked how she hadn’t known, and Alice shrugged in answer, unable to give him a solid answer. “I never thought so.” The cowboy agreed as he signaled for the bartender to pour them another round, still wholly miserable with his situation. He downed another shot of whiskey as the walking earthquake attempted to cheer him up with a Billy Ray remark, which he defended himself against the existence of mullets. “You would know what he looks like now.” Blake teased, shaking his head in mock disdain. “Who’s too country now?”
Just as Alice pulled out her phone to prove her point, some jerk tried to persuade her away from her “glum” company. The more insistent he became, the more rude he appeared… and the Texan’s short fuse was soon lit, forcing the bar to unceremoniously eject them from the establishment. Cursing the bouncers, it took little time for his attention span to shift back to their purpose and they moved to the next bar… and the next bar… and the next. “It’s good company to keep, but I think you’re pretty face is getting us into a lot of trouble.” He said after the last brawl, seeming to believe she was the reason for all the cameras in the last club instead of the obvious paparazzi being interested on who he might be dating. Being with the X-men, he often forgot about that part of his life. Drunken him definitely had. “I doubt we’re all that important to take up a space normally reserved for Jennifer Anniston or Angelina Jolie.” He remarked, chuckling at the quip at Bella’s expense - not because it was actually funny, but Alice’s derision for a girl she had never met comforted him. At least he didn’t have to face losing his best friend alone.
Suddenly remembering who he was, he snorted with laughter. “My Pop is going to love this.” Exchanging a sidelong glance at his friend, he sobered momentarily. “Though we still won’t beat out the top two divas in Hollywood. We’ll be second page news in a trashy magazine.”
“Even so… I doubt she’d be jealous after she so obviously made her choice.” Turning to the karaoke, he winced when someone missed the high note. “Wow that’s bad. New game. Every time someone misses a note, we have to take a shot.”
Once their food came and they dug in, the rest of the world disappeared. He teased her about her foul mouth. “I would bet you two thousand dollars you wouldn’t last ten minutes without cussing enough to make an angel cry.” He joked, unable to see her all dressed up and rubbing elbows with the elite. “Best language? No. Best set of brains? Yes.”
She suggested a hotel, and Blake concurred that it was probably best to avoid going back to the base with both of them so impaired. “I’d rather not give Scott a chance to yell.” He said. “Or be in the same building as Bella right now.” After imbibing much too much booze, his whisper sounded more like a yell. “She hears everything. Nosy nosy.”
As soon as they got to the hotel room, he fell face first into bed and sleep over took him, but the sleep was far from restful and he found himself sitting up, covered in blankets he didn’t remember diving under. It took more than a few moments for him to remember what all had happened and a sour mood fell over him. Picking up his phone, he opened a blank text message and added Bella’s name to it, but words failed him. Frustrated, still half drunk, and wholly heart-broken he stalked over to Alice’s bed and threw back the coverlet. “Wake up. It’s time for round two.”
Flicking the bedside lamp on, he grabbed the bracers and tossed hers on the bed and clapped. “Chop, chop! Time’s awasting.”
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2016 7:20 pm
 LOCATION: BAR HOPPING IN NASHVILLE // COMPANY: BLAKE // THOUGHTS: YOU, SIR, ARE A DICKHEAD // 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 Nov 10, 2016 1:49 am
  
★ At this Location: Greenhouse
★ Thinking About: Kay-nacho!
★ While on Team: Alpha
Luke and Gracie greeted her warmly, and Lyn didn’t have to work too hard to make the best of an altered plan. They were good friends after all, and while some alone time was on her mind, these two weren’t worth blowing off to be some creepy loner. That’d just be rude!
“Oh, I’m not a very good stalker: I talk too much, and I’m told I’m kinda hard to miss. Whatever divine power up there must want us to chat or something!” she said to Luke’s joke, waving her hand dismissively at his joking accusation towards Gracie and her. Really, there were worse people she could have run into, scarier looking and some people who were just mean to people in general. Unfortunately, that could be applied to most of the Omegas, and she wasn’t about to say any of that out loud, not with Gracie near them.
Their lucky mutant admitted that Lynn’s cooking was worthy of following, and Lyn clasped her hands together as if it was the nicest compliment she heard all day (unfortunately, it was). “Oh, that’s so sweet of you to say! I don’t think I’ve ever been a part of such an affair. But, I’ll try my best not to steal you from your man!”
She had no input about the joking club password Luke threw out there, but as Lyn had asked them why they were here in the first place, Luke’s response was about what she expected: plant person, plant place. Genius! He also guessed that other people being here was an indication that they missed the surface world. There was an odd silence afterwards, like the revelation had put some solemn mood on the table, but really, Lyn was just in silent agreement about the affair. Truth be told, she had gotten over the whole “underground jail” look pretty fast once she realized there were plenty of things to distract her.
Luke joked again about Lyn’s presence, making a smart not about her power not quite being ideal in a greenhouse. “Oh, trust me, I have no intention about going Hindenberg all up in here. Just wanted to some alone time, I heard that helps zen people out. This is better though! The loner look isn’t in my cards, it seems.”
She tried ignore whatever sounds Cissa and Daylia’s direction made, but the uttering of a very audible curse made her eyes widen, before bringing bringing a hand to her surprised mouth. “Language!” she whispered harshly, trying to keep her own volume audible to her two conversation mates. Luke deftly continued their previous conversation by asking Lyn what she meant by a slip’n’slide, and Lyn was happy for the segue back into less vulgar exclamations. “Well, I popped by the pool for a dip, cuz going Blaze-y tends to make go through things that feel sorta like hot flashes.” she explained, opening up her palms near a face like fireworks, her powers even flaring up to make a short dazzling display. They were extinguished just as fast they appeared. “Need to cool down, right? I actually end up there, but there’s a slip’n’slide set up, bubbles everywhere, two hot guys taking turns sliding on it, and rather than just standing there and work up another kind of sweat, I needed to find another place to chill.”
“Not a bad alternative, seeing how you two played with the sprinklers here before I even got here!” she told them, noting both Luke and Gracie’s glistening skin. Gracie had paid more attention to Narcissa and Daylia’s conversation even more than she let on, and informed them about a new victim approaching their table: Gabriel. She wondered if he had a deathwish, and Lyn brought a finger to her mouth in questioning. “You know, after being on this team this long, I can kinda see why the Alphas get the reputation they have. I guess we’re just really willing to do things!”
The female Omega took her permission to leave, leaving their next conversation over dinner, perhaps one prepared by both Lyn and her cooking buddy. “It’s a date!” she promised, before Gracie turned to follow after the retreating Daylia. Left with Luke, she turned to him and flashed him a winning smile, before he asked for her assistance in finding seeds she knew she wouldn’t be able to immediately pronounce right. “Kay-nacho?” she asked, crossing her arms as she visibly displayed her confusion. “Gardening isn’t my strong suit, but I’ll be glad to lend a helping hand, and I’ll even make sure it’s not on fire!” Lyn agreed to help out Luke, because she had no reason to refuse, and it was better than whatever she had forgotten she was going to do to relax in the greenhouse.
As they set out in search of the fabled Quebracho seeds, she looked him over and cocked her head to the side. “Do you mind if I ask you something?” she asked, but didn’t wait for his response as she immediately launched inquiry. “What do you think we’re supposed to do here? In the X-men, I mean. We’re supposed to be the good guys, but here we are in hiding somewhere in Canada, underground, waiting for our next mission. After the last one, there’s obviously someone out there that has it in for us.”
“I’d like to think they’re bad guys, but I know the real world doesn’t work like that. Some of those baddies we beat up were probably just on their shifts.”
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 8:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2016 1:56 am
With: Isabella Where: Training Room Wearing: White tee-shirt and dark blue chinos. When Isabella explained the dichotomy between Omega and Alpha squads, Finn partially grimaced. Was he sorted into the group because Scott and Emma found him more likely to adhere to rules rather than his capability? He would hope not. ”Right… and I just openly admitted to you that rules are flexible,” Finn snorted with a hazy easiness. ”Not putting my best foot forward here am I?” he asked in antic defeat.
”The Red Queen?” he echoed before cracking a brow at her. ”Please tell me that’s her codename and not a nickname” Finn quipped. He wasn’t sure about the relationship between the two groups but he’d hope the Omega leader wasn’t antagonistic. Although he avoided most social conflict for the sake of saving a headache, the last thing he wanted was animosity in a small bubble like the X-men. Regardless of the fact he has yet to be sent out on a mission, even Finn has had enough life experience to vouch for the importance of cohesion. Finn could only give his head a slight shake at the idea. He couldn’t believe that there was too much difference between the teams. Weren’t they sharing the same oppressive circumstances?
Finn gave Bella a standoffish look when she dismissed his compliment of her being nice. He questioned in thought why she so readily did it but found it best to let it rest. ”Not many people would offer to take the harder route, especially if its inconvenient to them," he stated blankly at her. ”I like to think compassion is genuinely proven in that circumstance,” Finn shrugged and waved it off, hoping she didn’t see his comments as a lecture of some sort.
The Australian could feel the air ice over when the girl gave him an unexpected truth. He didn’t anticipate a literal bomb to be dropped but he took it in stride nonetheless. ”Uh… huh,” he replied in deep resonance. Rather than push that subject Finn let it hit the floor where it was looking to fall. What happened already happened and he certainly wasn’t looking to bring her back to those memories nor have her explain it. He wouldn’t fight the fact that problems happen and missions fail. Never did he like having higher ups question his inability to save people in time and he would bet his life that Bella felt the same about him in that regard. In response Finn could only dip his chin and give a nod that signalled understanding to Bella.
Finn didn’t have to look at Bella to sense her retract from him. He could hear the sand shift as she moved and it was enough for him to surmise her distrust of him. The Aussie could only conclude that the trauma from recent events may have included some sort of issues on the team. He wouldn’t expect the leader of an X-men squad to be so shaken otherwise. He allowed her to dismiss his attempts at providing consolation. The feeling of being denied as a carer wasn’t new to him given the various pool of survivors he’s worked with. He could only offer the door, never force or ask them to walk through it.
”Coast Guard,” he corrected jokingly. ”Since I was eighteen,” he added with a huff of laughter as if it justified his false bravado in calling her out for feeling the way she did. ”Nice to know you think I’m handsome though.” Finn replied, the corner of his lips tugging upwards with a hint of a smile breaching through.
Running his hand through his chocolate brown hair, Finn released a sigh. It was uncharacteristic of him to ruin a good mood by asking questions or probing, so he could only hope the girl would forgive him for his conduct. ”You’re right, Bella. You’re not a toy,” he stated ambiguously but stopped himself from continuing further. She was human and that was all it took for him to care.
With the silence between them easing in, Finn felt at peace to hear the waves rocking into the shore. It was a familiar type of comfort that he hadn’t experienced in a while. Even as Bella confirmed the fatigue that comes from being in her role, Finn couldn’t try to respond. He didn’t think he had to, especially given his own past endeavours. Understanding it was enough, and if the roles between them were switched, he would appreciate the mutual silence that she’d offer.
”Your team must really appreciate that,” Finn answered with a firm voice. He could appreciate that about any leader who leads through example rather than talk. And though it was far from simple to do so, it was ultimately why he could respect Bella so easily. ”The harder route,” Finn added in regard to her position and in reference to their earlier talk. Even though she denied the kindness in her, it was apparent to him that it was naturally there.
”My mutation?” Finn repeated with a grimace. He had always been apprehensive of the physical alterations it caused but he guessed it was only a matter of time until someone asked him at the academy. ”Amphibious biology would be the easiest way to describe it,” he finally admitted while reaching forward to the waters that crept close to his outstretched feet. Finn wasn’t sure if the simulation would change his body the way that real waters did, but he could only assume that the transformations started in convincing his senses anyways. As his hand became fully immersed in the water, he could sense the familiar biological transition that never failed to occur.
He couldn’t tell if Bella could see it from her angle, and he admittedly wished she couldn’t, but his hand had quickly taken on a smooth, webbed, feature. ”Some things only happen when I’m in water. Gills, webbed hands and feet, and I can see everything even at the bottom of the ocean,” he finished with a sigh. He wasn’t sure how she’d take it but from experience most have been slightly disgusted. Even his dad wasn’t the most comfortable with the features. ”And then there are some things I can’t turn off,” his words trailed off into silence when he thought about the negative attention it got him in Australia. He had gone from hero to public enemy number one before he knew it. He would even guess that he was the most headlined mutant in his home country.
”The Kraken,” he muttered as he leaned back into a comfortable sitting position away from the waters, his hand slowly reverting back to its human characteristics. ”My codename,” he sighed with a slight disdain for its monstrous allusion. Given his large physical features and mutation, he could hardly blame the X-men for giving such a fitting title. He wondered in silence if the famous Wolverine felt the same animosity for his own codename.
”Well, since I shared mine…” he raised his hand with the palm upward at Bella, insinuating her turn to disclose her own ability. ”Come on, I won’t be mean.”
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2016 10:36 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2016 3:29 am
#Dragonborn #TheBigBadWolf #BlondeRebellion #PeytronVsSentinel
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