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Doing adequate weight lifting and gym exercises was still new to him, and he usually had Charlie to help him out. There was that stubborn side of him that thought that pushing his limits would make him stronger, but the “do it slowly” mentality was lost on him, so his impatience often landed him doing amounts that were usually unsafe. Charlie usually corrected him, but doing these exercises alone was like leaving a child unsupervised: eventually, they were going to hurt themselves. Isabella’s intervention was a welcome one, even if he fully explain it.

She helped him get a few more reps before he shelved the bar and caught his breath. It was good progress, especially since he had gone practically all of it without professional supervision, and he felt proud of his work. Isabella’s surprising comment earned his attention, but he noticed she was looking away from him and towards somewhere else, his eyes fell upon a mirror image of Isabella, with Aurie and Roland. He was confused, but quickly guessed what was going on due to having seen something like this before many times: Katerina was up to her old tricks again and doing the ol’ switcheroo with him. That’d be the only reason Isabella approached him, especially since didn’t remember being that familiar with her in the first place. Isabella must have thrown her plan of sneaking up on Christian out the window with her now showing up at the gym of all places.

Believing he caught on finally, Christian turned to the ‘exposed culprit’ and commented on her decision to approach him. Usually, once he realized Kat had tricked him (after invading his personal space or something like that), she reverted to her normal form, or they continued their game of ‘tag’ that he was beginning to think wasn’t really a game of tag. However, ‘Kat’ continued to play innocent, prompting an irritated sigh from the werewolf. “Wow, you’re pretty persistent about this. I’ve got my eye on you. It’s kinda hard not to, really.” he said, rolling his shoulders and as he tried to limber up his arms. She briefly excused herself to go deal with the ‘real’ Isabella, earning a small chuckle. “Busted! Better luck next time, Italy!”

He closed his eyes and concentrated on the smells of the room. It was difficult, but he could definitely, after some moments of concentration, try to pinpoint certain smells of certain individuals. Kat’s smell was difficult to spot due to her mutation, but with her ability came some giveaways: someone who smelled too much like other people piled on top was usually her, even though he only noticed once she’d made herself known. Now that he knew, all he had to do was concentrate, take a deep whiff and…

There.

Sure enough, he was able to detect a smell that seemed to be hidden under other ones, one that definitely smelled like Kat’s ‘original’ scent. He looked up to where the doppelganger was, and furrowed his brows as he realized that he could not discern who the real Isabella was. He lost track of their initial positions, especially since they were know right next to each other. He’d have to get closer in order to pinpoint who it was. He groaned. Due to his workout, he wasn’t the spriest person, and wouldn’t exactly be able to keep up with any fast ones Kat might pull on him. Nevertheless, he sat up let out a huff of breath. He had to deal with this eventually.

He strode over to the group of four, looking as smug as he could try to be while concealing the fact that he had lost sight of who he thought the real Isabella was. “So you guys see it too then.” he said, eyes sweeping across the group as he tried to look all knowing. “There’s two Isabellas! But that’s not really possible, so one of them is a fake. You know what that sounds like?” he asked, looking to Aurie particularly. “This sounds like Kat’s work.”

By now, he had already gotten a few good smells of the area. He had figured out everyone’s scents, and now it was matter of probing his memory to figure out who didn’t smell quite right. In the meantime, he had to keep the act up. He was oblivious to the plan that Roland had cooked up to detect the real Katarina, but when the real Isabella proved her nature, Christian nodded like he knew all along it was her. He couldn’t let everyone know he was duped.

“Yeah, you’re a pretty good actress Kat. Sorry about tricking you like that, Bella. I totally knew it was you! I just felt like teasing you, was all.”

With the Kat now out of the bag, and the situation now seeming to resolve itself, Christian realized he had to return to his training. Kat usually could give him a serious workout, but seeing how she just gave him the slip, he had to do something else. Plus, she seemed busy right now, which left…

“Well, now that that’s taken care of, I gotta get back to my workout. Bella, you said you wanted to help?” he said, patting her shoulder to get her attention. It made the most sense: she did offer to help him out, and she seemed to know a bunch about proper workouts. Plus, Kat looked like she was in the middle of helping out Roland and Aurie. It seemed obvious.

“Hey Kat, mind returning that? We got a workout to get back to.” Christian said, pointing to the watch on her wrist that Bella wanted back. He was oblivious to the animosity the two held to each other, and even more oblivious to how much worse he might have been making it. “We’ll try and get outta your guys’ hair. You won’t have to worry about us!”

Gym

The newly skinned shapeshifter could only consider the things that Aurelie suggested to her with a grain of salt. Caring implied that she willingly put forth the effort to do so. She knew that the prima ballerina had softened her harsh edges a little bit. It was inevitable—but she hadn’t gone completely belly up. Her better sense definitely hadn’t left the building as it had with X-21 and Rossi. The way they were now she wasn’t entirely sure if either man would last a day on their own. They had weakness. And they had no one but the Alpha leader to thank.

“I don’t hate her.”, she responded after a moment, cool expression almost thoughtful, “I just don’t trust her. She breaks things. Makes them less than they were.”

And, she’d placed Aurelie in danger on more than one occasion. It didn’t occur to her to contemplate the fact that they were all in danger. All the time. It just burned her through and through when her best friend wasn’t safe with her. Katerina would protect her, always. No matter how self-sufficient she became. Every time the hispanic Alpha used Aurelie as a shield, consent or not, she could barely refrain from scratching her eyes out.

“You might be the only person that prefers me as…Me.”, she spoke, for a moment, her tone losing much of its overly saccharine quality. It was a fact. Aurelie was the only one that seemed to like her for who she was. Flaws, anger, hatred, and every dark little secret that came with it. Were she on the outside looking in she might question the telekinetics ability to judge people. Clearly, she was not a good person. No matter how often she informed Aurelie of that…It never seemed to sink in.

The blonde called her out on her stance of ‘not caring’ and Katerina only grinned in her direction. What more was there to say? The former HYDRA agent did what she wanted, when she wanted, and how she wanted to do it. This little charade was nothing more than a game. An entertaining, punishing, game.

Roland unwittingly became a part of it when he entered her crosshairs. He could hardly be blamed for following along. The copies that she made, from one person to the next, were exact. Scars and all. That was why Christian was so easy to fool time and time again.

Katerina wore a sweet and patient smile while Aurelie and Roland conversed about what kind of training they should begin with. She gave her two cents when there was a break in the conversation and made sure not to rudely interrupt. There was no ego inside of Isabella Stone. She had the consistency of a damp cloth. Boring, predictable. “You’re already strong Ms. Nissley…I just want to make sure that everyone has at least a solid foundation of physical combat. You never know what we might have to face.”

Just when they decided on a plan of action and she THOUGHT she might get the chance to rub Roland’s face into the mat they were interrupted. She stayed the course and played the part. Even when Christian arrived. She was counting on the fact that they were in such close proximity that he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. “I agree with you Christian. It’s definitely Ms. Force. What else could it be?”

Roland. Roland just HAD to ruin everything. She watched when the Alpha Leader approached the large man and could feel her eyes rolling. Everyone, save Aurelie, started to immediately take the side of the enemy. Sighing slowly, she looked down at the ugly, ugly military watch and decidedly left it on her wrist. “You people are so annoying.”, she muttered as she tilted her head back a moment, and Isabella’s visage slowly melted away. In a few seconds she was herself again. Thank god. “I suppose it’s all well and good. Being so sanctimonious is going to give me hives.”

Aurelie seemed surprised that she’d had time to pilfer something from Stone and the shapeshifter could only smirk. She twirled the oversized watch around her wrist as she idled. It didn’t take long for her to figure it out and she commented about being shocked that she’d stoop to touch it. “I can’t blame an object for its association. You used to hang around him too.”, she returned, words nearly kind, but only because they were aimed at Aurelie.

“As far as how I acquired it…It’s all about trust and eye contact. You weren’t making much with him—but you made plenty with me. And he…”, Katerina trailed off with a little shrug, pointing her thumb at Roland, “Trusts her.”

She noted, with irritation, that Christian had also requested that she give back the timepiece. Stone was still waiting silently with her hand out. Katerina was almost tempted to let her have it back…But then the werewolf put his hand on the Alpha Leaders shoulder. The shape shifter felt furious. Her expression didn’t change. Her eyes didn’t narrow. She merely rolled her shoulders and stepped forward, muttering an exasperated, “Fine, fine.”

Katerina held her wrist out, expecting Stone to reach for it, and she did. The former HYDRA agent grabbed one of her wrists like a snake attacked a mouse. She rushed into her personal space fast enough that she was able to pull it back and lock her elbow in place. The small woman pulled her opponents arm in such a way that if she pulled any harder she would probably have muscle or ligament damage. Stone was forced to the floor, considering she had no other choice, and Katerina grinned slowly as she applied more pressure to her wrist. “What would you call this Roland? I’m thinking we probably should have started with wristlock counters...”

Her eyes glittered nastily as she looked down her nose at the person who thought she was capable of telling her how and when to fight. She was shocked that Stone hadn’t made a sound. Most men would be begging by now. “Sucks, doesn’t it.”

What she didn’t expect was a burst of something she couldn’t see making her lose her grip entirely. Whatever it was made her teeth grind and her eyes vibrate in a way that made them feel like they might fall out if her head. When she realized she felt nauseated it was too late and she barely had a chance to breathe before her legs were swept out from under her. Her back hit the blue training mat hard and another wave of nausea swept over her. What the hell? Blurry vision could make out Stone still so she came to her feet, a little wobbly, before finding her center. It took her a moment to realize that Stone was using her ability against her. The words that followed were furious and heavily laced with an Italian accent. “Imbroglione. Cheater. You could never beat me in fair fight and you know it.”

Cam meticulously applied CLP to his weapons, then cleaning all the little hard to reach spots with cotton swabs and pipe cleaners. Basic, but efficient. The cotton swabs and pipe cleaners would quickly turn black and matte with oil and carbon powder. He finished putting the bolt carrying case and slipped it back into the rifle, and began working on the handgun. That's when someone else had entered the room.

He looked up to the olive-toned man who walked through the door. From what he saw, the boy was contemplating something. Maybe it was a slight surprise that someone else was down here, after all, permission was needed to access the live fire range.

"Yo, what's up?" Cameron responded before returning back to cleaning his handgun. "To be fair, I wouldn't know, I like to keep to myself before I eat brunch, not to be confused with the bottomless mimosas or that basic white girl stuff. More on the end of just eating a late breakfast." The oxygen manipulator said with a grin on his face. Looking back up, he wiped the CLP and carbon on his pants. He looked back to his hand really quickly and rubbed his fingers together, the oil wasn't too keen on leaving, it was like glitter, but for the gritty people, once it's on you, it's there for a while.

"I'm Cameron, I just recently joined you guys in this ice box." He said, balling his hand into a fist and extending it, as opposed to a handshake that would spread the CLP and carbon to Marcel.

"So what're you gonna be shooting today?" Cam asked, unknowing that the man before him wasn't entirely proficient and handy with firearms. As he asked this, he returned to his weapon, which was nearly cleaned. Though they were inanimate, cleaning his weapons was like bonding with them. There wasn't an actual connection like human to human, but their is something in caring for your equipment that he enjoyed.

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▬▬Team: Omega
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Chi-Chi’s eyes followed the man as he finished up a couple more sets, waiting patiently to speak to him. Her eyes stayed locked onto him, following his flight patterns without any delay in her gaze, watching him with the intensity of a hawk. The sheer precision in his technique was remarkable, as if he had thought up entire battles in his mind and how to evade them. He was well practiced in his abilities, and she was curious to know more. She knew it was rude to break someone’s train of thought in the middle of their routine, and from how hard he was concentrating on his acrobatics, he seemed to be deep in his own thoughts.

The flaws she had noticed with his height were menial, not really much of a problem. From what she could see, he wasn’t trying to gain any real height, even though he was visibly pushing himself hard. Perhaps searching for a flaw to talk about was the only way she could really socialize. But there were always flaws to be improved on. Training using your own mind could get you far enough, but it wouldn’t prepare you for the random thoughts and methods of one’s enemies. By making his own obstacles, she could see he’d know how to deal with them before they were even there.

She watched with interest as he finally came down, landing not too far from her. His back was turned, but she could see he had really worked up a sweat, as it glistened on his face and hair. She was surprised at how calmly he spoke of his own abilities, saying they were a part of him. Her lip curled up in a quick, soft smile. He was right, most of the mutations people had were just like another muscle, meant to be trained or they’d get soft and weak. He was definitely more comfortable with his abilities than she was.

As he finally turned around, he stopped mid-sentence and his voice trailed off, as his eyes locked onto her. She tilted her head to the side, curiously. His quiet gaze made her uneasy, reminding her of something familiar other people used to do when they saw her. He mouthed something she couldn’t quite hear, only making her more nervous. What did he say? Was something wrong? Her face blushed hard as her eyes widened, panic causing her heart to race. Had she turned and not realized it? Could he see her? She broke her gaze and quickly checked herself, looking over her hands. They were normal, and she didn’t feel different, so why… was he staring so hard at her?

Finally, he broke the stare, looking away and apologizing as he blushed bright red. She was quick to do the same, looking at her feet anxiously as she felt the heat rise in her own face, as she mumbled quietly, “I-It’s fine! I um… It’s not that big of a deal or anything… I’m used to it.” She knew it was a lie. People staring took her back to bad memories, reminding her of old times. It freaked her out, but while she was quiet on the outside, her mind was still churning in panic. If he didn’t see her in her other form, then just what had he been staring at her like that for? Her eyes kept glancing up to look at his face, trying to get a read on him. His eyes were still wide, but they weren’t wide in fear? What was he thinking about?

He spoke up once more, much better at regaining his composure than she was. She tried to smile and wave it off, somewhat relieved, but on the inside she was still reeling. Her hands gripped hard around the harness she held, trying to take out how tense she was through some other form. At least he still wanted to talk to her and she hadn't scared him off. "T-True... Height isn't always important, and sometimes better results can come from knowing you might hurt yourself if you don't succeed. But if you are going to push yourself, it's good to have a security net just in case. I don't know how many broken bones the infirmary can take care of in one sitting!" She laughed awkwardly, hoping she could bring things back from... whatever had just happened.

Suddenly, she jumped a little as he made the shadows in between them form into a sturdy bar, somehow able to hang in midair. Even this close, she had to blink a few times to make sure it was real and not some illusion. He reached out to grab it, showing how solid and sturdy the shadows were. It made her want to touch them too, her fingers hesitantly reaching out and barely grazing the surface of the bar, pulling her hand away the moment it connected. His powers were clearly strong and sturdy enough to support his own hands, yet she was scared that it might be so fragile that her touch might make it disappear into nothingness.
“Incredible…” She breathed in complete fascination, “I've never seen anything like this before!”

It was hard for her to remember that this was literally a school full of people with special powers just like her. Her only interaction with mutants before had been through a television screen or comics, and she idolized those few she had seen. She had lived her life separate of others because she was different, and to be surrounded by others who were special and unique reminded her she was part of something bigger. But her abilities felt like nothing compared to his. His powers reminded her of real heroes. Those that had much more useful and stronger abilities, the ones that could be really powerful, but also helpful. Just being so close to seeing it made her want to know so much more.

She watched with pure, quiet fascination as he made it disappear and reform once more into a slide, joking about how he could simply redirect his fall if he needed it, just before it disappeared once again into seamless smokey shadows. It was like real magic right before her eyes. As they dispersed, her face suddenly grew hot once again, embarrassed of her own actions. Here she was, some complete stranger who was staring gawk-eyed at him and his abilities, when she hadn’t even asked him his name or introduced herself! “O-Oh! I’m sorry! I um, I'm Chi-Chi- Or, I mean- Oni. I still haven't exactly gotten used to the whole codename thing…” She held out a free hand to shake smiling to cover up her embarrassment. She still wasn't exactly used to her code name yet. As long as she wasn't called Demon-chick or monster lady, it seemed to suit her just fine.

It had been an easy decision to skip the gym that morning and try to get some other work done, even if it was just to pass the time. It had been nice at first, just having the time to train, spend time with Roland and those closest to her, and relax a little. But the novelty of it had worn off in only a few weeks. The muscle mimic had never been good at "down time." She functioned best when she was busy and useful, neither of which she was currently feeling. So, Kerri decided it was best to throw herself into a project, and what better project than some upgrades to her suit that she'd been percolating on for months now.

Just as Kerrigan was settling into her problem, she heard the sound of someone dropping a bag and a familiar voice. A smile spread across her features as she looked up to see Charlie grinning at her as he examined the papers she had spread out across the table before her. She shook her head simply in answer to his question about the gym, removing the pencil from between her teeth and setting it on the table next to her.

"Nah, I'm a bit gymed out, honestly. Never thought those words would come out of my mouth," she said with a soft chuckle, eyeing the bag that he had dropped. Clearly he had taken a detour on his way to the gym - he certainly didn't look sweaty enough to have been coming back from a work out.

"Looks like you were heading that way. Leg day with Christian?" She really had grown quite fond of the two boys over the last few months. They had asked her to help them in the simulation room from time to time, which she always enjoyed. Kerrigan liked getting to know her teammates by "tutoring" them. It not only gave her a chance to practice and impart her knowledge on others, but it gave her a chance to see their abilities in action and learn from them as well. It was part of the reason that she always kept her abilities active. Not to mention, the boys were just plain fun to hang out with.

He asked if she was getting around to making his suit, causing the redhead to laugh as she tossed her hair to the other side. "Oh, you're so cute. You'll earn your suit eventually, grasshopper," she responded with a joking tone, flashing him a bright smile. She was never going to forget the promise that she had made to him, but he was going to have to be patient.

Plus, she just kind of liked to see him beg.

Her phone vibrated, signaling the arrival of a response from Roland. He promised that he could come find her after his work out, which was apparently going to be a light one. Setting her phone back to the side, she turned her attention back to her current company, clearing her throat.

"I'm actually working on a few upgrades to mine, but I'm having some problems compensating for the increased stress on some of the joints." Grabbing her pencil, she pointed to specific points on her diagram before settling down in her chair once more and crossing her arms over her chest with a soft sigh. He grinned at her, asking if he could help her with anything.

"I mean, I'm open to any ideas. Honestly, this whole being cooped up thing is starting to get to be a little." She was sure it sounded stupid, but if anyone else understood it would probably be him. From what she had gotten to know about him, she had a feeling he would get bored with their situation pretty quickly.

"It's really the first time I've ever been benched...I don't do well with downtime. I'd give anything for a mission, no matter how stupid."

((O.O.C: Please let me know if I missed anything. ))

"I herd 'em like cattle, 'cause I'm surrounded by cowards. And I don't give a ******** when I walk into battle and that's why I've got all the power."

Aʆєxaηdra Ӎaʀiʆèηє Agηèȿ
Codename:Flairer

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Alex chuckled softly at the possibility. “You know, you are probably right.” She said before shrugging. “Because I am going to assume that would take a lot more effort than simply satisfying curiosity.” Even though she had to admit it would have been interesting to watch. Just maybe not so good for Aren who would have the lower possibility of winning.

“I have never heard scream, but that works too.” She swore the saying had something to do with life of the party. But, maybe that was just another version of the saying.

Aren explained further his view on the world. She nodded slightly while furrowing her eyebrows. “So, it is like trying to be optimistic yet not so much that you forget the negative all together?” She asked if only to assure she understood him. For all she knew, maybe he more so meant being a realist yet a realist that tended to look positively rather than negatively.

“I could only imagine.” How could anyone keep secrets in such a cramped place full of a lot of people? Considering he didn’t say anything beyond that though, she could only assume that it was chaotic yet not too terrible if he wasn’t complaining.

She listened to him as he explained trees and their importance. While she couldn’t say she ever thought of it that way, it did make sense. Trees lasted much longer than humans and tended to be useful in terms of providing food. Humans could not produce food on their own without the help of plants and the rest of nature. “You know, I would say you sound like a tree hugger. But in this case, that is a compliment because I am sure the trees appreciate people like you.”

After he explained his real name and how he got it, she couldn’t help but remark how she honestly would view his name. Maybe she just was not a natural bully that could think of ways of turning the name into something insulting. “You are welcome.” She smiled at him before blinking and giggling. “It is true I do like my meat too much too.” That and the fact PETA always went a bit too far to prove their point in her mind. “So, guess Peta bread it is then.” She showed hints of teeth to try and give off a mischievous air.

Aren had to remind her of the incident some months ago. It was the first time she had ever seen her own teammates doing such things. Nothing about it had been pleasant. However, Aren reminded her of something she had heard about but didn’t see for herself. “That is true. Just not sure that is worthy of a brag right.” She looked over at him. “I mean, did you see what happened? Not that I knew Leion that way, but I never imagined him to be the well…a vicious sort.”

She waited quietly for his answer. It didn’t take him long to come up an answer. “I feel that makes sense. It may not be something I am used to with how Bella leads, but I suppose such consistency must be nice huh?” Not to say Bella wasn’t. But, it sounded like the Omegas knew what to expect from Narcissa and she expected from them no matter the circumstances.

“Sherlock Holmes is quite nice.” She injected only briefly with a hint of a grin. Aren continued and her eyes widened and she paled slightly. “What? Someone did that to you?” That had to have been before she became an Alpha. Otherwise, she would have avoided that Alpha like the plague out of fear. “I mean, I do appreciate the fact Narcissa stepped in like that. Mainly because it would have been sad for you to have been hurt. But, wow. Maybe my team really does have habit of producing uh…questionable people every now and then.”

She had barely stopped herself from calling them crazies in that moment. Simply because Leonardo nor Katerina had come across crazy to her. Just the idea of someone pulling out a gun like did sound a bit bonkers though. “Let us just hope that does not ever become a frequent thing.”

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"We will drink our fill of Alpha
Then, of golden sunshine that spills into Simulation Room
Till our brains intertwine with Aren"

Roland Anton Chevalier
Location: Gym
Thoughts: The rage has begun to fester, and boil

The sound of metal clanging against metal as people worked out was a strange symphony in the gym. A sonata built on the physical efforts of people looking to better themselves beyond their current state. But there was more to it than that, there was the sound of the body breaking down and rebuilding, the sounds of growth of strength coming to fill in the void that weakness had once filled. And Roland enjoyed every single second of it. All that pain, that soreness, was the unspoken promise of something greater to come down the road. That workout where your arms were brought to the point of collapse, that run where your lungs were aflame, each of them was a message telling you it was all worth it. All that pain, it means something in the end. It’s one of life’s most important messages, and despite the general numbness that people may have throughout there day, in the gym it was a message that rang loud and clear if you weren’t that much of an idiot to pay attention. It was a message that Roland had understood very well, he was just trying to figure out just what the hell was worth all the pain.

He had a feeling he’d have a long way to go before discovering that.

But he was still surprised over the fact that two Alphas, one of them being the head honcho came to him to train. It was surprising to say the least. But not something he had an aversion towards. Anyone, didn’t matter what their team affiliation, was welcome to hone their skills with him. Plus, it gave him a better idea of how to deal with some of the more… exotic abilities. Enhanced strength was enhanced strength, there end of story. But telekinesis, sound manipulation, these were powers that with the right amount of work could be a major X-Factor in any situation. He had confidence that Isabella wasn’t in much need, but Aurelie was not a woman built for a fight. She had the potential to be, but right now she was partially chipped marble. The final product was starting to form, but it was still not a complete image.

The concern that came over her face when he brought up that potential was understandable. Not everyone saw themselves as a fighter, but the truth was all humans were born with a natural set of mechanisms ingrained in the brain to force you into a moment of pure animalistic fury, or set you off fleeing with the danger far behind you. Fight or flight, it was often called. And in most cases, this effect was unrefined and rough, it was built on the precipice of survival.

But with enough work, one can turn that into an explosive moment of martial purity.

“Stronger? Hell you’d be a powerhouse.” he stated “I’ve heard tell of some mutants who use their martial skills in conjunction with their abilities, refining their power’s focus into a thing of pure beauty. Living art, much like what you were looking to become beforehand.” and soon things turned into a comedic farce as a second Isabella arrived on the scene. Accusations were made, claims were staked, frankly much as he thought it was funny he knew it would have to end. And of course it ended one way, with proof that one of them was definitively the real McCoy so to speak. Isabella wasn’t one to mince words, pointing out that the sonic “fingerprint” so to speak might not be a pleasant experience. He returned with a smirk “I’m a big boy, I think I can handle it.” The sonic pulse that resounded through him said otherwise. But he planted his feet and let it flow through him. Last thing he needed was to be put on his a** in his attempts to establish proof.

It was soon established, with Katerina finally relinquishing the facsimile form she had taken on. She proceeded to make a number of harsh statements towards Isabella, causing his eyes to flicker a bit. Not exactly the kind of thing you want to hear from a subordinate to a superior, that much was certain. Debate came up about whether or not to give up the watch, soon leading to a scuffle between the two women. Kat had the sound manipulator in a wristlock, twisting further and further down, almost to the point of breaking her arm. He was ready to intercede, he felt the armor begin to flow and take shape over his spine when the shapeshifter was knocked back by something. If he had to guess, Isabella had decided to use her abilities, some form of subsonic burst to throw the Italian woman off balance. Accusations of cheating from Kat were met with a loud chuckle from the Southern brute. Really? The one deciding to trick people is going to talk about a fair fight? Hilarious. Isabella soon had the shapeshifter in a lock, the two of them locked in a bit of fury. He felt the armor flow now over his shoulders and arms, his eyes now beginning to burn brightly as he heard the sound manipulator relate what kind of crap Kat had done to her.

Now he was pissed. He wasn’t one for listening to authority much, but the fact that she tried to strangle her leader, wearing the face of a person she was in love with? That was unimaginably ******** up, for him. He came forward to the two, his right arm fully encased in the bio-metals that protected him, knelt down to Kat’s wrist and quickly removed the watch.

“Not too long ago, I’d have tried to cave your head in.” he growled, his voice guttural and low as the faceplate formed halfway across his jawline. He came to enjoy the teeth design that he created during the training session, it gave him an animalistic appearance that he imagined would no doubt scare the ever loving hell out of some poor sap who came his direction. “But in the time I’ve been here, I learned some restraint.” he said it low enough for only Kat and undoubtedly Isabella to hear. His eyes burned with a conflagration of anger, yet he was still gentle when he removed the timepiece. Not for Kat’s sake of course, were it something of lesser value he'd likely just break her wrist in the process, but he didn’t want to damage the watch. Fingers laced through the band, he showed the Alpha leader that he had it, and whenever she was ready she could let go of the shapeshifter. For the sake of added security, he willed his armored hand to lock over the band itself. Should someone try to pry it open, even managing to open his hand, they wouldn’t be able to pull it off.

He was not in much of a mood to ******** around given the situation.

OOC: Lemme know what I missed!