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 Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2016 4:32 pm
 
“You and I both know that, but the lack of confidence in our peers is what disturbs me.” And she understood - really. No leader with half a brain would fully trust someone who had been under long-term control of a telepath, especially given how volatile her power could be. For the first time in months, Gracie said her would-be ex-husband’s name as she denied him being able to find her and immediately felt sick with fear from doing so. Saying his name for her, felt much the way she guessed those in Harry Potter felt about calling Voldemort by name.
While she understood it, it upset her no less to know that she would forever be considered a liability. After spending years with the X-men, she felt as though she crippled them. Frustrated, apprehensive of her own personal issues, she mentioned the divorce case and fought the urge to kick something as they walked away. Daylia assured her that everything would fall into place with time, and she nearly snorted with her anger. “If I show up in court to say I want a separation, he’ll take over again. And while the back of my mind will be vaguely aware that what’s coming out of my mouth isn’t what I actually want, the judge will hear that I want reconciliation.”
Once again her bestie promised they’d find a way, and she squeezed the molecular manipulator’s shoulder in thanks before leaving her at her bedroom door. “You don’t know what you promise, but I appreciate it all the same.”
D mentioned getting food later and Gracie’s stomach churned in disgust. After the puke session, she needed a little more time before anything would sound even remotely appetizing.
[will backpost to Luke and Lyn after he is posted]
------ Time Skip ------
If Daylia had come to her, expecting her to pacify her nerves, she was certainly mistaken. Hot-tempered as her friend was, the entire thing seemed ludicrous. That she slept with Dimitri and that he’d gotten her pregnant? Yep, totally rich. Nodding when her friend finished her sentence, she couldn’t stop herself from giggling further as they stormed toward the gym.
Immediately, the molecular manipulator started in on him, and Gracie folded her arms across her chest as he pretended to be dumbfounded by the tirade. ...Right. With Daylia so certain about his guilt, she had little doubt. “I think he’s up for an Oscar for that performance.” She chided. Seconds later, her bestie nailed the Alpha man on the nose and Kerri rushed to pull her away from him. His exclamation and surprise did little to change her own guilty verdict, and hazel eyes rolled in exasperation.
Kerri uncharacteristically cursed, and the southern belle waved it off, forgetting for the moment that she had been avoiding the girl for a reason. For now, they had much, much bigger fish to fry. “Trust me.. he deserved it.” She said, just before Daylia let it be known to the world why the lavabender needed an a**-whooping.
The red-head instructed Darien to see to Dimitri’s injuries and she nodded after him as he jabbered away in a low tone meant to keep everyone else out of the loop. “He doesn’t seem all that aware of his surroundings.” She murmured… “ Or the fact that him running interference with you probably wouldn’t work. I keep saying you need to go Evil Queen on someone someday.”
Dimitri threw back over his shoulder that he hadn’t said anything of the sort and Gracie scoffed as Daylia got the last word. “You want me to blast him?” She asked, readying her finger to point at him. “I’ll blast him. Two seconds and if I do it right… his pants will not just be metaphorically on fire.” Cocking an eyebrow, she deliberated on whether or not the lecture she’d receive would be worth it. Narcissa would certainly approve of them roasting a pair of Alphas, right?
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2016 7:07 pm
With: Isabella Where: Training Room Wearing: White tee-shirt and dark blue chinos. With Isabella finding entertainment at Finn’s supposed expense, he could only assume he hit the nail on the head with the Omegas and the Alphas. The sum up of the name “Red Queen” as a title did little to settle the Australian’s nerves on the topic. ”You’re kidding, right?” Finn replied, knowing full well what the Alpha leader meant. ”Sounds pleasant,” he gave a small frown in sarcasm.
”Chronic murder eyes,” he repeated to himself with a penny of a smile creeping on him. ”Scott sure knows how to pick ‘em. I’ll be sure to give a hello on your behalf then, Love,” his lips now breaking into a full sheepish smile at Bella. He could tell that her description of the Red Queen probably meant they were at odds against each other in some way or form. Probably built up over the years if he were to guess.
When Isabella gave her explanation for dismissing the compliment, it only made Finn tongue the inside of his cheek. ”I think you have your definition for selfish and selfless mixed up,” he replied. ”But hey, who am I to judge it?” he snickered at her lightly.
”Yeah, but Coast Guards are better. We get a cot instead of going home!” he replied with enthusiastic sarcasm, almost as if to sell her into becoming one too. Seeing her dismiss his position with a flick of the wrist, Finn smiled to himself. His sea blue eyes locking themselves with her emerald ones, he was interested in her story. ”Okay so… what did you do then? Before all this X-men mission fun, I mean,” he gestured his hand in the air like he was drawing circles.
As his leader and tour guide had become overtaken by a blush, Finn settled back to let her ease into comfort again. He didn’t want to make her feel anymore at odds than she might have already been. ”And you’re not so bad yourself, Love,” he responded in a comforting low and soft voice. Though some would find it hard to simply compliment others, Finn was perfectly fine with it. Flirting or honest statement? It was both the same to him.
When the silence broke between them and Isabella finally commented on her leadership position, Finn nodded along to the brunette’s words. It wasn’t rare that people questioned the leaders from under. Some would even cause an uprising if they could get enough support. I’ve seen it before,” he replied in thought of the criticism he faced in his own career. He shrugged lightly and pursed his lips.
A smile broke out on Finn’s face when Bella responded to the mutation with genuine positivity. It was rare that others found it anything other than a bit gross. ”I wish I could show you it,” he turned his smile towards her and shook the feeling of mutant transition out of hand. It always felt a little tingly afterwards. ”It really is a whole different and colorful world down there,” his eyes seemed to glimmer at her interest.
When the brunette asked about the other half of his ability, Finn rubbed the back of his head in question of how to answer it. After a few seconds, he finally gave a short and vague explanation. ”I guess you can say I can’t get hurt. Well, not really anyways,” he put forward a short excusing laugh and a tilt of the head. ”I mean, I used to. But I got more durable over the years I guess you could say,” he uttered out, feeling a bit guilty for not giving a full explanation of it. In truth, he was less accustomed to explaining it than most of the students at the academy were. It wasn’t that he was unfamiliar with his powers, but just the history of his life in Australia branded into his brain.
He unknowingly tucked his hands away into the deep pockets of his chinos as Bella explained her own ability. ”I think amateur hour is something we could all use,” he replied honestly. After listening to her voice come from directions all over, Finn fashioned a concerned face at the girl. ”I feel like if I get too comfortable with you, you’re going to mess with me from the other side of the bunker,” he teased with a bellowing laugh.
As she settled back into the sand beside him, Finn felt slightly embarrassed from knowing that she could hear everything. He wondered to himself what he’s said or done that she caught onto but never brought it up. ”How does any student think they have privacy around here?” he whispered after leaning forward to her.
Seeing her overly pleased with her perfect performance of his voice and accent, the Australian struggled to find the words. He felt his cheeks becoming a little flushed but overall he was amazed. ”I’m still cringing a little from the choice of words,” he joked, flickering her with his index. ”All this talent, you can’t honestly tell me it’d be amateur hour.”
Shaking his head, Finn stretched out his arms upward and let a small yawn escape. Even though the sun was shining in the simulation, it definitely did not convince him the day hadn’t gone a long time. When he finally brought his arms back down to his sides the Australian parted his lips slightly. ”I wish I had something like that… something just more subtle I guess,” he fell backwards onto the sand and stared up at her, his limbs outstretched all over the part of the beach they sat on. ”Do you ever wish for something else, Love? Like a different enhancement,” Finn questioned in curiosity, his eyes lightly gazing upwards into hers.
Until he looked at her from that bottom-up angle, he had never really notice how sure and warm Isabella had felt. It was an odd way to put it, but she simply gave off a welcoming aura that he completely neglected. Smiling to himself, he whispered ”Cute,” under his breath in a hush, fully aware that she’d pick up on it.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2016 7:33 pm
Roland Anton Chevalier
Location: Hank’s Office/Gym
Thoughts: Wandering about, getting my bearings  Roland spent some time in Hank’s office, going through the paperwork he provided. Nothing of any extreme, just some reports that Hank needed to go through. Order requests, reports on some of his other work, that kind of thing. It was tedious, but for the big guy he actually enjoyed it. Getting into fights, bloodying himself, it was draining. This, it put his mind to work. Here he couldn’t just hit the problem to make it go away, he had to think, to analyze and see what was there and what needed to be assessed. It was strange, but this was kind of relaxing for him. He chuckled at the thought. He sat there for a bit, going through the paper work when he felt the craving he’d been trying to stifle. Nicotine was something that despite his intentions to eliminate, he still couldn’t quite do it. Checking his pocket, he realized he didn’t have any other patches. He’d have to go back to his room to get some. It took the need to quit to realize just how much he actually smoked, needing to put the patches on like clockwork. Once in the morning after showering, another in the afternoon before lunch, another after dinner, and finally another patch before bed. It was staggering, he was almost sure the dosage would kill a normal person. He refused any other assistance in quitting, even Elixir offered to just zap it away, but he didn’t want to take shortcuts. No sense in making it easy, he never had it that way before. Leaving the office he meandered his way back to his room. Quickly opening the door to his room he grabbed the box on his bedside table, and popped a few patches out. Sticking most in his pocket, he pulled his shirt collar down and placed the patch along his chest. He felt the tingle of the nicotine flooding into him through the dermal patch and the craving quickly subsided. He received a message from Hank informing him that he could take the rest of the day to himself, provided he be on call should he be needed. With a smile he walked out of his room with one thought on his mind. Now what? Wandering about the base, he finally made his way to the gym, where a sparring session was occurring between Dimitri and one of the newcomers. His redheaded angel Kerrigan was watching, perhaps acting like a referee for the event, to which he smiled. They were both decent fighters, both had decent technique but with anyone they needed some work. It was soon interrupted by Daylia cracking the lava manipulator in the face. He had to stifle back his surprise at the display. Daylia knew how to hit, pretty well. “Yebena mat! Kto znal chto ona mozhet udait, ka eto?” He stated plainly. He doubted anyone knew what he was saying, so it was perhaps for the better. Last thing he needed was to piss people off at this point. Kerrigan Making his way over to Dimitri he grabbed some gauze from the first aid kit, “Let’s see what we got here.” He couldn’t tell at the moment whether or not the bleeding was from the strike or from previous injuries. “You mind if I take a look?” He didn’t do this to defend or protect the Alpha, it was a matter of just trying to diffuse the situation, and keep it from escalating. He quickly surmised what was the issue: Daylia laid out an accusation that Dimitri was saying they’d slept together, and of course Dimitri was saying he never said such a thing. He honestly wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he had to give the girl credit: she could throw a punch like a champ. “Well, if anything good comes out of this, I learned that Daylia’s got a right I never want to be on the bad side of. And good news big guy, you definitely don’t have a glass chin, that would be ******** embarrassing.” He looked to see where there was some disinfectant and paper towels, since they would need to wipe up the blood off the floor. Didn’t want to leave a dirty work environment now would they? Gracie offered to blast Dimitri to which Roland smirked, "And here I thought I had a hair-trigger for a temper.""Maybe we should wait and clear the air? Before anyone gets blasted? If it makes anyone feel better I'll stand watch for if and when said blasting does in fact occur." he suggested. Tempers were flared right now, and part of him had a good feeling it was going to get bloodier before the floor ever got cleaned up. OOC: Let me know if this is bueno or no bueno! Translation (Russian): Holy s**t! Who knew she could it like that?
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2016 9:32 pm
Dimitri Otengam, Codename: Playboy, Location: Gym,7th floor  Dimitri had thought that he got off easy by taking little to zero significant damage during the mission. But lady luck decided to ghost him in this instance. One moment he was giving the new member of the alphas a memorable introduction along with a thank you to Kerrigan for the motivation and encouragement in the later rounds.The next he was dropped after a punch that took place outside of the fight. It was already damaged than he thought from Darien. But with a bare knuckle shot from Daylia, it made it much worse.
He went from 0 to 160 in a flash, demanding what the hell was wrong with the woman. But Daylia refused, assuming that the Alpha knew.With no direct answer from her or himself,he started to get angry.
"No i ******** don't!" he groaned. He wiped his squinted face mixed with sweat,tears from his eyes and blood. Most situations were met with a calm,cool demeanor of Playboy but he was angry in this case. And the lack of being blunt as to what he did only made him more upset and raise his voice. "Hey genius! If I knew what you were talking about I wouldn't keep asking!"
The tables were shifting and Dimitri didn't know why. "I swear i have no idea what's she talking about" He told Kerrigan.
Otengam then got hit with a jolt of pain and held his nose. He held out an arm towards the Darien "I got it, I got it." he insisted. The omega was only right on that part; he'll live another day.Plus the infirmary was a no go right now. Knowing his training regimen,the people in the infirmary would somehow cut him off of physical activity the second they found a valid reason. Another jolt of anger surged through Dimitri.
"You talking s**t over a cheap shot?" He took a step forward. "You're seriously talking s**t over a cheap shot?" When his nose had been already damaged" "Don't hype yourself up Daylia you don't have the ******** guts for that type of action. Plus your team wouldnt want you walking around with a missing limb would they?"
"Easy Dimitri..."
He was over bickering and was about to enter the men's room when it had all clicked.Invisible traces of revelation were over his beaten face when he turned over to D. She was referring to that night and brought up the suspicion they for sure was out the window."What!?" Dimitri knew and assured her they didn't have sex, let alone go that far but fear still formed in the pit of his stomach."I don't ******** know! Keep a ******** lock on the pizza boxes and lemon jell-o cups and maybe she wouldn't!"
It was the morning after prom.Some of the students had that vibe going on with their dates would have woke up next to each other sastified with bundled clothing and underwear. Dimitri and Daylia were on that list when they looked at each other that morning.
"Oh ******** s**t."
Sort of...
She was kind enough to let him crash at her spot, so long as he knew this was as far add they were going to go; to which he respected. Somewhere down the sheets it could be said that they were pondering on it, cause they both woke up half naked and cuddling after the initial surprise. Dimitri could still remember her smell, her soft skin; her head laying against his chest when they exchanged some words along with a promise.
"You know you're a dead man if you tell anyone about this right?"
"Hey...don't worry about it."
He kept his word and hadn't told anyone about what happened, as if any of the students had prom on their mind after the sentinel attack. The last thing on his mind was to spread word about them, especially when It had been close to 4 months since prom.
Since then Dimitri's attention had been split towards different avenues:sleeping problems,post mission self criticism, the MRD, sentinels,becoming a workhorse in the gym/danger room, and the situation with his family. And the fact that his sister, who the alpha at many times wanted to let go of the grip of faith,was alive and one of the people responsible for it, Dimitri was at their door in Canada. And the icing on top was his future.
"It's personal so i get it. But let's say you're able to use Priest's ring to go after Fox." What about the alphas?" he remembered Glance asking him.
Why would she tell them she warned Dimitri? Because another question everyone could have thought was why did she feel she had to tell Dimitri that? But as for the incoming shot, he didn't see that coming from a good mile away. "You didn't warn anybody! You waddled in and hit me in the face."
She didn't give a damn about Dimitri,possibly being in the wrong or even being on time or from the omegas.So Dimitri didn't care about continuing to hit below the belt.."Just make sure somebody reinforces the goddamn bench. Ain't like you do s**t anyway..."
And listening was part of that too."Did you not just hear me!?" He exclaimed, forming a finger glock and pressed it against his temple twice." Are you ******** brain dead!?, we never slept together!" Then his face furrowed into confusion again, but not on the allegation, moreso the source. He gave a hand out to the omegas in a gesture that matched his thoughts."And where the hell did you hear that i was telling people that anyway?"
"Oh god..." the alpha murmured. Having more people in the mix was on the list of "last things to need". But another person perhaps saw it as the first thing on his list. At least Roland and Dimitri were on good terms.
"I didn't say s**t."he told Roland. Seeing as how they were tight, the alpha figured his word would travel father with Roland. He had his back when the altercation between the omega and Lodestar went off. Dimitri hoped R had his in this scenario. He moved his hand away from his face and showed a swollen,rosy nose that was slightly off center as it shouldn't be:blood crust beginning to form in his nostrils. "Am i still good to be in the class photo, or do we have to use a puppy filter on me?" Afterwards he took the gauze, twisted two up and placed them up his nose."I appreciate it.man".
One always learned something new everyday, but Daylia having hands?"Getting suckered punched in the nose after it was already clocked after a sparring session by someone who gets stronger the more he gets hit, doesn't mean she can box all off a sudden." It just meant Dimitri needed to focus attention on getting his revenge soon. "And thanks." He didn't bust his a** with the heavy bag and Danger room scenarios to have a jaw social media models had and get dropped in 1 hit."
He held out a hand to Ro then shifted to Darien and back full circle."By the way, Darien, Roland,Roland, Darien."
But even introductions were out the picture"Hey, whoa, relax Gracie." Taking a hex bolt was never on this menu. "Look Whoever told her I said that is full of s**t alright?."Repeating himself on deaf ears was becoming annoying..And if this kept on going Roland was going to see Dimitri's temper as well.. He wasn't about to be humiliated twice.
Diplomacy was called by Roland,which had kept failing so far. "I've been trying to this entire time!" He said."Somebody told her that I started a rumor that we slept together, which we didn't. And rather than question perhaps if they're bullshitting or wonder why I would even start a rumor like that, she decides to be gullible, waddles in here and cracks me in the face!"
But it had all made sense in a way in Otengam's mind. Daylia was the last person that he was in bed with and clearly, he was as well. So he would clearly see if he was guilty, why she did what she did. Hopefully Daylia wouldn't do another stupid mistake and blurt that secret piece of info. But luck had been lone gone for Dimitri.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2016 4:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2016 5:59 pm
Gabriel Byrne
Location: Greenhouse
Thoughts: Roused to action…  He stood there before Narcissa as she tried belittling him for being a bit dirty. She tried to mocklingly have him say with her, like a child, “soap” to which he just stood there. If anything the blonde man didn’t have much of anything to say to her other than this proposal. He didn’t exactly have much in the way of respect for individuals whose livelihood was handed to them, rather than earned. Doubly so if that livelihood was built on the manipulation of a common natural resource, that lead to death and slaughter of countless innocents to fuel a monopolistic greed. To say he had little if any respect for the diamond trade, and anyone involved in it, was slim to say the least. His proposal was met with flat out rejection, citing a number of situations where things can go wrong. He’d thought about them, in fact he was going to address them in his proposal for the Headmasters. “Everything you just stated were elements I’d already taken into account. Like I said, I was asking you before I even went to the Headmasters.” he answered, sharply. She brought up the risk of SHIELD getting their hands on the tech, to use in a weapon, he looked at her with his gunmetal eyes and said simply “They wouldn’t find out, if they did I already considered a contingency of immediate self-destruction. Thermite to fry the technical components, a pre-loaded computer worm to purge all data collected, and a pre-programmed flight trajectory to ensure maximum damage.” Were those things that could be done? he thought to himself, he knew what thermite could do first hand, and was well aware that explosives were used as a means to prevent seizure of lost equipment, but the other things the computer related ideas. Sure it may have been possible, but did he have the technical know how to do so at this point? Or was he just rattling off what he could come up with at the top of his head to make a point? That he wasn't just some idiot bright-eyed nut with a crazy idea? Chalk up some more heavy reading and study onto his work load: botany and further ventures into computer science. And perhaps some books on how to not be a complete jackass like that again. “I never considered myself a scientist, nor the type to want to save the world. Just a guy who’s good with his hands, who sees a problem and tries to offer a solution.” he replied, “But, since you do not approve, I will not go that direction.”“Save your threats for the enemy, the ones outside this bunker. I approached you as a matter of courtesy. Manners, you know.” He replied to her threat. He knew it wasn’t idle, but he didn’t quite care. She was a petulant aristocrat with delusions of grandeur. If she didn’t have the power of a sun burning inside of her she’d be nothing but a spoiled heiress not even worth a bullet. And so with that, he went to Option B, time to learn some botany. But first, he really needed to get some target practice. Normally he’d go to the range to do so, but he felt like hitting something that was a bit more…. mobile. So the idea of picking off hard-holographic targets that could move organically sounded like a good idea to him. Quickly stopping by his shop, he replaced his revolver with a semi-automatic, a H&K P30L. Quality weapon, to say the least, also he took the opportunity to grab his simunition rounds. Unlike blanks or rubber bullets, these were tipped with paint packs. They were low velocity rounds, but when they hit it stung like a b***h and would leave behind a big blotch of paint. Given the surprised reaction from earlier, he felt it was better to alleviate concerns. Before slipping the weapon to his holster, he checked the slide as well as the safety, make sure he didn’t leave a round in it from earlier. No round in the chamber, and his firearm in “safe”. With his weapon swap complete, he made his way for the Danger Room. His thoughts of target practice were quickly dashed by the sight of Isabella and a new person. The Danger Room had been programmed for a beach setting, a nice oceanic environment. “Oh! I’m sorry, thought I could get some target practice in using the Danger Room. I’ll hit the range down below.” looking to the new person, he offered an introduction, “Hi! Gabriel, Siege out on the field. Pleasure to see you Isabella, I hope you’re doing better.” he didn’t want to force her to dwell on what happened, thought it was for the best. OOC: Let me know about any issues/errors/nightmares I have put forth!
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2016 8:05 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2016 3:56 am
With: Isabella and Gabriel Where: Training Room Wearing: White tee-shirt and dark blue chinos. Hearing Isabella confirm the bits of animosity that is harboured between the two teams left Finn a bit appalled. He would’ve liked to see the squads hold some camaraderie but perhaps it was expecting a bit too much. They were a young and rambunctious group after all. ”I’ll keep an open mind then,” Finn nodded his head.
”Oh?” Finn replied after the clarification. ”If that's the case and he chose you, I'm gonna stick to my guns. He really knows how to pick them,” he added to tease her. Smiling coyly to himself, Finn acknowledge in thought the fact that Scott had always been welcoming of him ever since Finn arrived. He had done nothing but provide for Finn to feel comfortable. Perhaps the headmaster was the driving force that actually set the Australian up to meet his squad leader then. Finn pursed his lips at the idea but shook it off. The layers in the X-men was starting to seem quite complex but he assured himself that they were truly all on the same side. The side of living.
The idea of sleeping in a cot again sent a shiver down the Aussie’s spine. ”If hating a cot means land legs, then I have them too,” Finn replied in agreement. He could say that there were some things about the coast guard life that he missed, but the bed absolutely wasn’t one of them.
As his leader started confessing bits of her life, Finn felt as if her walls were dropping a bit more. He smiled to himself in realizing it but decided not to mention it. ”Colombia?” he asked, somewhat surprised. Though Finn himself was one of the international mutants living in the bunker, it always amazed him to discover the various places the others came from. Hearing her admit that she left when her powers unveiled themselves reminded him of his own situation. ”I guess I can relate to that – the leaving I mean.” Finn stammered. ”But don’t get me wrong, I love festivals as much as the next Columbian,” he snickered at her teasingly.
A feeling of comfort restored itself in Finn after noticing Isabella taking his powers in stride. It was a sensation that he hadn’t felt in a while. Although it was something as easy as a compliment, most people shunned his traits and he had built an expectation for people to reject him for being simply a mutant. ”Not many people do worry either,” he agreed and nodded in affirmation. ”Still, I’m not too sure how useful my enhancements would be in a war. Like you said, Bella, I save lives. I don’t take them,” Finn added. While some took pride in their ability to cause pain or win fights, Finn couldn’t acknowledge it. He didn’t desire to hurt people. Even if he wanted to, there was nothing in his powers that were offensive based in the least.
Finn smiled widely at the threat of being woken up by the sound user. His ears wrung with the voice of his leader almost as if she was whispering into it. It was so convincing, so real, that he had to turn just to check that she was still sitting in the same spot he last looked. ”You’d better be ready to pull me out of bed then too, Love,” Finn quipped.
The idea of four telepaths along with his leader’s enhanced hearing did little to shake Finn. Though some would find it intrusive, Finn was quite used to it. People had always monitored him as a coast guard. Cameras were everywhere to facilitate ownership of any problem. It was through that experience that Finn realized to simply keep himself an open book. ”I don’t have anything to hide,” he replied to Isabella with a friendly smirk. ”But I guess four other people in this mansion heard our whole conversation then,” Finn admitted lowly, releasing a laugh midway through his words.
Listening to Isabella express the extent of her powers left Finn a bit awestruck. While the best he could do is maybe survive a punch by Colossus, she could pull reconnaissance on an entire city block. Yet, the difference in their power level did nothing to make Finn jealous. Instead, he felt a bit sorry for wishing less of his powers in front of her. He could truly empathize the issues she must’ve face over the years. ”I guess I’ll have to leave everything in thought then,” Finn teased, sticking his tongue out at her.
Finn tossed his head up while bellowing a laugh after noticing Bella duck low in embarrassment. When he finally brought himself back together he did his best to console her pride, ”It’s okay. You’ve almost got it mate!”. If Finn had a nickel for every person that tried an Australian accent at him, he was sure he’d be able to buy his own plane. He always took it in jest though. People were always curious to try and he wouldn’t blame them. Finn himself tried at Colossus’s Russian one before. ”It’s only cheating if it’s a competition, Love. I’ll have to get you to show me sometime though.”
”I’ll do my best not to upset you then,” he replied to the reference of her power’s strength. ”I wonder if I could take it,’ he jokingly asked. Regardless of the curiosity that piqued his mind, Finn was sure that he wouldn’t want to test it. Even if he could somehow convince Isabella to misuse her power, he wasn’t fully sure he’d be ready for the consequences. He wasn’t even sure of the extent of his own abilities yet. They always seemed to be growing with him.
Isabella’s response “I am who I am” had Finn acknowledging that she was more mature than she let on. He had met a lot of people along the way that wished for something else. Something more powerful, less prevalent, things more chaotic. But hearing her being able to come to terms with it reminded Finn of his dad who always taught him to accept the tides as they come. With the brunette averting her gaze to the waters, Finn assumed he had touched a sensitive topic again and found himself reeling backwards. ”Sorry,” he uttered lightly. ”I hope the power question wasn’t too intrusive.”
Before Isabella could respond to his "cute" comment, he heard a new voice break the air. Sitting himself up, Finn turned his head to look over his shoulder at the newcomer. ”Hey, lovely to meet ya’,” he greeted warmly at Gabriel with his accent holding tough. ”Yeah, please feel free to use it. We’ve been hogging it long enough,” the Australian added with an excusing laugh and nudged his tour guide with his elbow.
Standing up, Finn took the liberty to dust off the artificial sand that stuck itself to his pants. He didn’t know whether or not it was necessary but it seemed second nature for him to do it. Before moving to retrieve his duffle bag, Finn offered Bella a hand in getting up. He winced a little after hearing Gabriel refer to her stay in the medical ward. It was still new to him the idea of missions, war, and the never ending conflicts. It kind of pained him a little to know that the moments he had just shared with Bella might never had happened at all if things had gone more wrong in the mission. Perhaps he really was green to the concept of warfare.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2016 5:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2016 8:31 pm
Gabriel Byrne
Location: The Danger Room
Thoughts: Well some company might do me some good…The blonde Alpha walked away from the botanical garden a mix of cocksure and self-doubt. He knew he was relatively proficient in the field of computer science, and the use of explosives as a method of scrapping lost equipment was known, but he feared he might have bitten off more than he could chew with this bit. But that was over with, he’d managed to come out unscathed from the wrath of the solar infused debutante. The fact that he wasn’t grabbing at his burnt and torn away flesh told him that he was somewhat successful. But, he was left with a bit of doubt that gave to frustration. Hence the need to shoot something, preferably something that moved. Getting a new weapon from his shop he made his way to the Danger Room, hoping to put some practice with some simunition rounds. He’d not realized it was in use when he stepped inside, the sight of an oceanic environment being a rather stark change to the fluorescent lighting in the concrete tomb that they called home. Bella and a newcomer stood there basking in the holographic induced sunlight, he was pleasantly surprised by the sight. He was glad to see that the Alpha leader was up and at it, on her feet and moving about. Her warmness when she said his name was surprisingly pleasant, offering up the name of her friend Finn, a new member of the Alphas. Finn offered a polite introduction himself, both of them offering to let him use the Danger Room for training. Bella offered him to join, to which he decided it was perhaps for the best. Drawing his weapon, he removed the magazine and pulled the slide so he could eject the final round from the chamber. Quickly placing it back into the magazine he put both the weapon and the magazine on the ground. “Perhaps that might be for the best that I join you guys, if that’s alright. The sunlight is a nice change of pace, to say the least.”Taking note of Finn’s uneasiness at the fact that she’d been injured, he dropped his cane to the ground so he might not see it. He also removed his shoes and socks, letting the digitized sand between his toes. It was not quite the real thing, but he enjoyed it all the same. He did his best to hide the limp as he made his way towards the water. “Welcome to the life.”“You are, Australian I’m guessing? Where’d you grow up?” he asked him, trying to divert attention from the reality of what it means to be an X-Man. Or Junior X-Man actually, as they were basically understudies to the big show. The big chaotic show. OOC: Let me know what I can do to improve.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2016 1:10 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2016 6:10 pm
Team: Omegas
Location: Gym
Thinking: Refereeing   After Alice's departure, she turned her attentions to the spar going on between Darien and Dimitri, offering them both congratulations at the outcome. She didn't notice Roland come in at first, though she offered him a small smile as Daylia then entered the gym, followed by Emlen. She was even more surprised when the sound of a perfectly-placed punch filled the room, Daylia having hit the lava manipulator with a textbook right hook. Her reaction was virtually instantaneous, rushing in to pacify the situation before it escalated too much further.
Kerri considered letting the girl through to finish what she started when she heard what had caused this little squabble. Dimitri, however, continued to insist that he didn't know what the girl was talking about, vowing to her that he was as in the dark as she was.
"I know, it's fine, Dimitri, we'll get this sorted out," she muttered as her attentions were momentarily divided between the two. She caught D's eye roll, Kerri issuing her own stern look in response. She loved the girl, but she wasn't going to let that impact her duties as an Omega. The Playboy groaned, clearly angry about the situation as he shot back at her that he wouldn't keep asking what her problem was if he knew.
"Yea, well, your generosity knows no bounds," she muttered to the girl in response to her comment that she at least left his lungs in tact, sighing as Dimitri spoke up once more to insist on his innocence of making the statements she claimed. This was going to get them nowhere, especially since it seemed that no matter how hard he denied the allegations, her fellow Omega was not going to believe a single word out of his mouth. Gracie, who had accompanied the chameleon, wasn't helping the situation, mentioning that he deserved an award for his performance, and assuring the Omega second-in-command that the battery was deserved. Green eyes made their way over to the girl, silently pleading with her to stand down but knowing that there was no winning with this pair on the other side. It was one of the things she normally loved and admired about the girls, but it definitely didn't feel good to be the one literally standing between them and their intended target.
The lava manipulator didn't take the girls' goading well, yelling at D, challenging her to take her threatened actions since he didn't think she had the guts to do so and making his own threats involving a missing limb. Despite herself, she felt her own eyes roll heavenward, exhaling sharply. Everything about this was testing her patience.
She was glad to see that Darien caught her motion to follow the Playboy and make sure that he was alright, Roland joining him and grabbing a first aid kit on his way which merited a silent thank you look from the muscle mimc while she worked to wrangle Daylia in. A hushed conversation began between the two of them, Gracie muttering to her companion that he clearly didn't know who he was up against.
"Seriously," she sighed, knowing that the girl meant well in backing up her friend but wishing that she could have been anywhere else but here when it started. She couldn't look the other way now that she was here, even if she wanted to. Hopefully the girls would understand that and not hold it against her.
D demanded to know who else would have spread the rumor if it really wasn't him, since it was apparently Narcissa that thought she was pregnant. That appeared to trigger something for the playboy. Panic, it seemed. It was a little too much for her to wrap her mind around with the words flying around her faster than she could make sense of them. Regardless, the muscle mimic continued to do her best to stay between her teammate and her prey, encouraging the girl to calm down. The last thing they needed was more intra-team violence, which she was quite to remind the girl of in an attempt to reason with her.
It didn't work.
Gracie offered to blast the boy, going so far as to point a finger at him and promising that, if she did it right, his pants (and maybe some more) would be on fire in a heartbeat. Roland commented that it appeared the hex girl had a shorter trigger than he did and the green-eyes girl couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at the truth in his statement. He went on to suggest that they clear the air before anyone else took any action, offering to stand watch at the door to facilitate the blasting if they decided to go that route. Once again, she tried to take control of the situation, though she made a mental note to thank him for his attempted intervention later. It was sweet of him to try to help her out, especially since she knew that it was possibly going against his baser instincts.
"Alright, guys, no one is going to bench anyone. And no one is going to set anyone's pants on fire, even if Cissa gave her permission. Let's just calm it down." Her tone started stern, but slowly melted into one of almost pleading for her friends' cooperation. She offered to let her go through with pummeling him if what she alleged proved to be true, returning the girl's raised eyebrow with one of her own before she retreated.
"Thank you," she breathed out, allowing her stance to relax slightly despite the clear anger that still apparent on the girl's face. Once more, she demanded that the boy explain himself, Kerrigan turning to look at the boy to hear what he had to say in his defense now that D wasn't about to pounce on him again.
Dimitri used the break in the action to once more proclaim his innocence and promising Roland that nothing had happened, he hadn't told anyone that something had happened, and that the attack was unwarranted. She turned her attentions back to the girls, running her fingers back through her hair.
"Okay, let's just back up for a second. Did Cissa say that she heard this rumor from someone in particular? It just really seems like he is as surprised about this rumor as you are. And we all know this guy; he's not that great of an actor." No offense, she thought as she glanced in Dimitri's direction once more. Perhaps this was all one big misunderstanding. Please let this all be one big misunderstanding.
((O.O.C: Please let me know if there are any needed changes or if I misinterpreted something. Thank you!)) "This one's a fighter."
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2016 7:56 pm
Darien Asch
PUNISHMENT
TEAM: ALPHA
LOCATION: X-Men Facility - Alkali Lake, Canada: Gym 7th Floor
WITH: Dimitri, Kerrigan, Gracie, Daylia, Roland
Injuries Sustained: Busted lip(almost completelyhealed), Several bruises on the torso, head and arms(healed)
Unreal Tournament 3 OST - "Go Down[UT3 Remix]" As the hot-tempered girls continued their shouting and raging about some stupid rumor, with Dmitri giving in his responses, Darien just filtered the details out of his mind. It didn't have anything to do with him, so why should he care about such a thing? It wasn't out of arrogance or selfishness, it's just he really didn't want to listen to all the drama that was inevitably going down about it. It was best to not get involved with these things, as much as it could be helped anyway. Hearing Gracie offer to blast him, he could only give a soft smirk and a slight shake of his head, but that was the only sort of acknowledgement she'd get out of him unless she actually followed through with it.
Tossing his hands up as Dimitri held out his arm, Darien took a tentative few steps back. "Alright, alright. Just, ya know, trying to look out for you a bit is all,” he said, turning to see Roland actually grabbing a first-aid kit and giving the wounded Playboy some supplies to sop up that little injury with, as Darien was still not quite on-par with locating things in the base with any urgency. "Hey, Roland. Good to see you. I really feel like I oughta leave before i get dragged into this s**t, you know? It's not anything that has to do with me, and I really don't want to be part of it. You mind if I roll outta here, Dimitri? I'll be sure to wipe down the mat and gear before I leave anyway.”
((OOC: hopefully this is suitable. Let me know if I missed anything important. Creative juices are kinda low right now.))
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2016 3:36 pm
 
Muttering into his glass, the cowboy drowned his sorrows with more alcohol. Quietly, he admitted to his friend that he had run away from his broken heart before when he started recruiting for the Institute. She elicited a rare smile in his troubled times, and Blake shook his head with a doleful chuckle. “In truth, there were of course good parts to that time in my life.” He contemplated, though the reality of absconding his place at the Academy still stood. “I really loved feeling like I had purpose, helping unsettled youths find their place.”
She attributed his insinuating she was cute to the booze, and he nodded. “That was the idea after all. Get drunk. Be merry. Forget the mistake I made today.” Another round and he raised his glass as though he were going to make a toast.
Alice made a country reference in regards to his appearance and the Texan poked fun at her knowledge of what Billy Ray looked like at all. Raising one eyebrow, his features expressed his skepticism perfectly. Their playful banter continued for a bit before the brawl with a man hitting on Alice landed them outside. The pattern continued as alcohol shortened Blake’s fuse and eventually they found themselves in a dark karaoke bar and they settled down. “My macho persona?” Blake repeated incredulously, pointing back at his own chest. “I think you instigated a few of those fights yourself.” He said, glancing down at bloodstained knuckles as he flexed his hands.
The photographer had deserved it. “I’d rather skip on that whole experience in the future.” He said when she mentioned the mall escapade. He bitterly laughed at his father’s opinion if they did land in the tabloids tomorrow. “I would love to see the steam leaving his ears like a cartoon tomorrow when he’s bombarded with questions.”
His blond companion perked up at the idea of the entire thing making Bella jealous, and the molecular manipulator tightened his mouth as he thought of his friend for the first time for the last few bars. The fights, the copious drinks and the photographers had done well to distract him. He voiced his doubt that the dark-haired beauty would even notice, but Alice continued. “I didn’t wake up so much as I was forced to swallow the reality that she has never seen me as anything more than a friend.”
Melancholy overtook his features as the happier memories he had with Stone twisted into feelings unrecognizable sadness. All the light from his past evaporated as soon as he had told her how he felt. What had he been thinking?
The current singer squeaked out a sharp note that certainly didn’t match the song and he winced and devised a new drinking game. “I guess you’ll have to hope for better singers.” He grinned, throwing back a shot.
Their food arrived, and both plowed into it as if they were starving African children.. The conversation rounded to Alice’s foul mouth, and Blake made a bet against her ability to refrain from cussing for more than ten minutes. “I don’t doubt you clean up nice.” As soon as she noted the attention she had received from the riff-raff tonight, he peered about the bar to make sure no men here were going to get the wrong idea. When he dubbed it safe, his blue eyes crashed into hers and continued. “But I think you’d have to sew your mouth shut to ensure a win on that bet.”
They agreed to get a hotel for the night and he didn’t stop himself from saying exactly why he wasn’t ready to go home. “She’s not bad.” Blake admitted miserably. “That’s the problem. She is a joy to be around and lights up any room she enters.” He did laugh though when she suggested saying awkward things that the siren would not be able to unhear.
As soon as they got to the hotel, the Texan crashed onto the bed nearest to the door and fell into a drunken slumber. But he didn’t stay in such a state for long, bouncing back up with a renewed sense of energy just an hour later. Throwing back Alice’s blankets, he ordered her awake for round too. She reached for her pillow to cover her head, and Blake ripped it from her hands.
“Chop chop!” He clapped loudly. “Nashville in all its glory is waiting for us!”
She oh so slowly brought herself to sit up, disbelieving that he was already awake. He bounced from foot to foot as if he was getting ready for a jog. “Of course. Now I feel great! And by great, I mean… my blood alcohol level needs refreshed. Let’s go and get as drunk as Cooter Brown.”
He offered her a hand up, and not expecting to be tackled found the wind knocked from his lungs. She straddled his waist and he grinned. “There’s the -” The pillow muffled his words into an inaudible mess, but it did little to deter him. Dissolving into a million molecules, he would not have been surprised if she fell face first from the sudden loss of a brace. Re-piecing himself together an instant later, he was standing and fastening the clasp on the power nullifier.
“Bless your pea-picking heart.” He drawled, teasing her. “You seriously didn’t think that was going to work, did you?” He asked, his eyes dazzling with the mischief he was ready to cause. Rubbing the back of his head, he tilted it as he stared at his friend, still groggy on the floor. “Man, you move slower than a Sunday afternoon after church.”
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2016 5:29 pm
 [ ʈ | ɦ | ҿ ➸ S | i | z | e | - | S | h | i | f | t | i | n | g ]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOmega - lounge
It did not take long for Aren to segue into teasing the girl, as he was wont to do. “You should…” The native agreed when she promised to keep in mind that a boyfriend did not mean she needed to stop being friends with those of the opposite sex. “Because if you don’t, who’s going to do my homework for ethics?” Smirking, his chocolate eyes lit up with irony.
Turning his attention partially back to the television and explained his reasoning for the cartoon. “She runs a hard bargain.” Aren said dramatically when the sparkplug teased him back. “The sacrifices I make to be able to play video games.” Popping another Dorito in his mouth, he grinned. “I will have to save up to send an Xbox to my brothers back home. They won’t be able to play the online features, but I do believe if they get free time ever, they might enjoy the occasional match against each other.” And occasional it would be… without him there, they had to pick up what had once been his chores.
Every time he called home, they jokingly reminded him of all the hours he owed them. When the plot slowed down a bit, Aren struck up another vein of conversation, this time about her adjustments on the Alphas since their last mission. He admitted to her that he felt grateful that the Omegas had not been sent to the compound as he listened to her rehash her experience. “Napi… never have I witnessed so much hatred for being different before coming here. My tribe embraced my gift as a blessing from Napi. They saw it as a way to help provide for our people. They are why I’m here.” If he could learn to control his power, he could help more people within the reservation. The way he said it made it clear that he was anxious to go home.
Trying to lighten their mood, Aren passed a bit of juicy gossip regarding one of his team members and admitted that if it was true, at least they might actually learn Daylia’s natural hair color. “Really? I have always wondered… but she’s got more balls than half the guys at the Institute and I didn’t want to get ball-tapped.”
Felix interrupted their conversation, announcing that he and Aurie were spending time together. Stealing a glance at his friend, he searched her features for any hint of discord before informing his teammate that Raine would need to be included in their plans. Muting the comm for a second, the native took a second to assure her that the Aurelie he knew wouldn’t betray a friend by messing around with her boyfriend, and she agreed - not because she trusted her beau not to be a snake, but because the telekinetic had a sense of morality a mile wide. Nodding sympathetically, he flipped the sound back on.
Turning the tables in Raine’s favor, Aren acted as though he and the electric girl were sneaking around, claiming that quick moves weren’t as good as his charm. Felix responded as expected, and Aren scoffed at the insinuation, rolling his eyes in unison with the girl sitting with him. “I know you really want that to stick to help boost your status with the ladies… but there’s enough that know the truth about me that it’ll never happen.” He stated matter-of-factly.
“He’s just jealous that he doesn’t have his own fan club.”
Shaking his head at Felix’s barb against natives. “I think you’re power has short-circuited your brain. Otherwise you’d have your facts a little more in line with history there, White Man.” He joked right back, not missing a beat. “Pretty sure that we, uncivilized people, with just twenty-five percent of our original population made it might hard for you guys to even step foot on the beach.”
Felix offered them a spot in their scheme and Aren studied the Alpha girl’s features before declining on their behalf, stating they would be there when they were done. Just as their chat with Aurelie and Felix was over, Micah - a new recruit to the Omegas - joined them, asking if either of them knew Narcissa. Introducing the pair of them, he joked that everyone knew of the red queen in some form or another. Going on, the native grinned as he explained that he was technically consorting with the enemy, but in the same breath dubbed his brunette friend good company and good as a tutor. The southern tone came through like honey when he said that the rivalry wouldn’t sway him from making friends with their so-called enemies.
The newcomer dismissed Aren’s offer to page their leader and instead sat down to get to know them. Asking what classes failed to keep his interests, Raine answered broadly for him. Hooking a thumb toward her, the size shifter paid her another compliment and didn’t miss how her cheeks flushed with something so simple. Felix really needed to pay her respect more often. “She’s the only reason I’m going to graduate this year.” He said seriously. “Scooter and his damned ethics glass and US government would kill me otherwise. Not that I haven’t already graduated before.” He muttered with a disdainful shake of his head.
“I have more than enough credits back home.”
Raine suggested MJ might be a good influence on them and Aren fought the urge to snicker. “If someone as sweet as you couldn’t get me to change my slacker ways, I doubt a man will do so.” Tossing a lopsided grin at his new teammate, his humor glimmered in his eyes. “No offense man… but you just don’t do it for me.”
Time skip.
The power mimic parted ways with them and Aren sat back on the couch, putting his legs on the table. “Always.” He replied easily.
Raine wondered aloud on whether or not Felix and Aurie made it to the holding cells and Aren nodded. “I think if they’d been stopped we would have heard about it by now.” And as if he also had acquired super hearing, the speedster appeared out nowhere. “Well, Pale face…” He started, exchanging a grin with Raine. “There will be a test prepared by your girlfriend, so you better pay attention.” He said before delving into detail on what he missed.
Just as the last episode of the season started, Narcissa paged him, asking for his location. A jolt went through him that had nothing to do with the human spark plug he had spent the last few hours with, and he warmed at his center. “Watching cartoons that I’m certain you would think are melting my brains.” He responded, his tone far more relaxed than he felt.
As soon as he heard her voice, his need to be near her chimed to life as easily as a tuning fork. “I’m gonna scrounge up some tacos from the lunch lady person. Meet me there?” He asked, rising to his feet before he actually got an answer.
Excusing himself from his present company, a suggestive look flashed in his expression. “I’ll let you two get some alone time. Just don’t dirty up my spot on the couch, okay?”
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