LOCATION: LIBRARY // COMPANY: FELIX, AURELIE, MAGDA // THOUGHTS: LET'S DO THIS // MUSIC: Hells Bells // CLOTHING: XX
A fire needs a space to b u r nxxxxxxxx A breath to build a glow,xx I've heard it said a thousand times,xxxxxxxxxxx but now I knowxxxxx
That you don't knowwhat you've got xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx U n t i l it's gonexxxxx
I thought I kept you safe and soundxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I thought I made you strongxxxxxxxx But somethingmade me realizexxxxxx That I was wrongxxxxxxxxxxxx
As August floated around the group of them, impatiently making remarks about the amount of time they were wasting, and considering how much time they would have between the guard shifts in the first place. For a bunch of mutant first responders and disaster preventers, they weren’t exactly executing this entire thing within a timely fashion. Oh well, August would have to just come up with his own plan. He certainly wasn’t going to leave it up to the speedster. Though, the low blows to Felix was putting August in a cheery mood.
He snorted when Aurelie brought up size over speed, especially implying the speedster being a two-pump-chump. She even had a cheery mood when August suggested that she be the Wendy to his Peter Pan and he almost reached for her hand to allow the same weightlessness that was carrying him to lift her off the ground as well. That was, until another person came into interrupt. Or it seemed that they were interrupting her. Magda seemed less than pleased by their boisterous way of speaking in a designated quiet place.
But, it didn’t take much to win her over, and so, they were off. Finally. They got Aurelie in, Magda broke off to do her own thing after a while. And then Felix too went on ahead, scoping out the area to make sure the blonde had enough time with her friend.
That left August. And he made sure to keep himself glued to the ceiling, just above one of the doors leading to where the cells were located. From his spot here, he couldn’t hear the hushed voices from the cells, so Aurelie and Katerina were completely in private when it came to their conversation, barring that there wasn’t anyone else locked up with her.
But, the sound of automatic doors caught his attention as he held his breath, pressing himself against the wall and pulling the gravity that held him there in close against his body. A man passed below in a huff. August quickly sank down, slipping through the doors before they shut, and dropped the gravity that kept him afloat. He pressed the button, allowing the doors to slide open once again just as Scott was reaching the next set. “Hey, Scott! I’ve been lookin’ for ya, man.”
He turned, and the annoyance was clear without even seeing his eyes. August fought the urge to wince. You owe me for this, Aurie, he thought before hustling to catch up with the senior member. “I got this problem with a carburetor that I’ve been workin’ on. Can’t seem to get the damn thing runnin’ right. And I’ve dug through the entire damn library lookin’ for the answer, and can’t seem to figure it out. Wonderin’ if you could take a look with me. I think there might be a part missin’. That’s what I get for tryin’ to save some money on a rebuilt one, huh?”
“August, I really don’t have the time for this.” Jesus, even his voice sounded annoyed as all hell.“C’mon, teach. This about the mission and all that? A little simple machine work will help clear your head and I’d really appreciate it.”August put his hands together in a silent beg for Scott to be a real pal and actually help him out. It wasn’t like he was totally lying. He did go to the library looking for answers and got sucked into this mission instead. Not that he was complaining. Running double agent was fun.
The former X-Man sighed, “Alright, fine. Probably something simple and it probably won’t take long. If anything, I can tell you what to do to fix it, and you can handle the rest.”Bingo.“Thanks a lot, man. I’m gonna owe you one for this. Maybe buy you a drink, or a bottle when you’re off duty or something. Or maybe as a birthday present.”He pressed the button for the doors to open, leading the senior member through them before firing a quick glance over his shoulder at the end of the hallway.
“What were you doing all the way down here anyway?”August swallowed, his expression cool as he answered, “Just tryin’ to find you. Colossus told me you’d probably be down here somewhere.”Another lie under his belt. If he got figured out, at least Katerina would have a neighbor.
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August was successful in keeping Scott well distracted enough. At least for an hour. Hopefully, that was enough time for Aurelie to talk with her bestie and get the hell out of there before Scott went back down to the cells. The mechanic sighed, finally putting together the carburetor. He was right, it was missing a part, and thankfully, Scott knew exactly what it was. He couldn't wait to finish this piece and put it back into the bike he had been working on.
Once he had the piece on, he took the time to really wash his hands off, cleaning himself up a bit, and trying to scrub the grease out from under his fingernails. Once he was as clean as his mechanic's hands would let him, he made his way out of the garage. He needed to take a break, probably for the rest of the day. The bike wasn't going anywhere and he knew when he started on it, it wouldn't be a one day job.
August felt his stomach growl as he was making his way back into the social common areas of the base, touching his stomach with a soft hand, he sighed. He couldn't remember the last time he ate, and that wasn't a good sign. Deciding that now would be as good a time as any to get something, he made his way toward the lunchroom. Who knows, maybe he would bump into someone interesting, or he could check on Aurelie later.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2016 1:46 am
With: Isabella and Gabriel Where: Training Room Wearing: White tee-shirt and dark blue chinos.
Bella’s confirmation about her origins had Finn edged on and interested. Lots of questions probed at his mind about how she ended up in the X-men now but he ultimately laid them to rest. To leave home wasn’t fun to anybody. Especially not to someone who was forced out. ”Fear... it can turn the nicest people nasty,” he replied to Bella, his voice slow and steady. Reaching backwards with his hand, Finn pulled the collar of his shirt below his left shoulder blade and revealed a jagged but prominent scar in the shape of a star. He didn’t show many people the scar nor did he like people seeing it, but he figured the brunette would find his files soon enough.
”Angry mob,” Finn stated uneasy. He then paused for a second to gather the words that he’d never spoken before. ”They killed my dad and left me for dead. My enhancements didn’t fully come through yet but the abilities were good enough then to keep me alive,” the Australian added before releasing the shirt back into place. He stilled himself for a moment but it felt minutes long. He couldn’t understand the feelings that arose in his heart but he quickly bottled them as quick as they reared themselves. As much as he wanted to confront them, he simply could not. For it seemed that as many people he could save and tend to, he could never save himself – or wanted to.
When the silence arose, Finn smiled at Bella warmly in cover of his own emotions. His eyes remained vigilant in showing fortitude. The deep blue hues giving no tell of his own feelings.
”Then I’m glad I came here,” Finn replied briefly to Bella’s clarification of the X-men’s objectives. He could never understand that misuse of power by human or mutant. Life was simply too short to have it taken by someone else’s discretion yet it occurred all over the place. Especially so during recent events.
The threat of being pulled out of bed by the other X-men had Finn picturing Colossus dragging him down each flight of stairs by the digits. He shuddered in silence at the idea. ”I think I’ve just become a morning person again,” he laughed lightly in defeat. He couldn’t remember the last time he woke up early for organized training since he left the coast guards. But if memory serves correctly, there was always a spectre of sluggishness looming in every movement.
As they cruised through the topics of aliases and singing, Finn couldn’t help but smile at Bella’s codename. Sirens, as the story went, were hypnotic and beautiful but utterly dangerous as they baited sailors to their deaths through their songs. ”Are you threatening me with your beauty and vocals, Bell’? the Australian asked, twisting her words into a teasing joke. ”Because it’ll take more than that to get a guy like me,” Finn snickered with an enticing smirk.
With his request of Bella showing him her powers in action denied, Finn only shrugged. He could guess as much. ”I’ll just keep my head in the waters then,” Finn replied. ”But if my ears ring even then… I’ll be really impressed, Love” Finn added. It’d truly be feat of accomplishment from the siren. Usually sounds from the surface became quickly muffled for those in the water. But if she could still give him a headache, Finn wouldn’t have the words to describe how in awe he’d be.
Glancing back at the simulated water, Finn felt a pull that physically attracted his body. The silence and feeling of isolation it gave him was never like the bunker. It wasn’t like a jail cell or hiding underground. It always felt warm and safe. He wondered in thought if the simulation could provide the same feel.
When Bella dismissed his apology for overstepping his boundaries, Finn nodded with a light smile. He was glad that his questions didn’t impose but at the same time was weary on her avoiding eye contact with him. ”Spoken like a ‘Blue Queen’,” Finn quipped, teasing her confident choice of words.
At the brunette’s slightest hesitation to take his hand, Finn cocked a brow. Although he didn’t expect her to fully trust him, it was unnerving to see another human waver at the slightest physical contact. The site of it made him really question the story of her hospitalization. Finn didn’t let the thought weigh him down in front of Gabriel though. He smiled along at Bella’s jest of him being durable before realizing why she said it. Finn let his smile drop momentarily as his lips pressed together casually. It would turn out that the brunette read his face as much as he read hers. ”But you’re not,” he responded soft and discretely, so low that Bella wouldn’t have picked it up if not for her abilities.
He glanced for a second at her emerald eyes but stole away in remembering their company. ”The life of living underground. Could only wish I’ve been here earlier,” Finn lightly humored at Gabriel. He shot Bella a reassuring smile as she took the opportunity to walk the beach as if she’d be any less part of the conversation. ”I grew up in Brisbane but moved to a dinky little cottage a bit off of it,” the Australian replied.
He watched as the newcomer made his way over to the water. It didn’t take much for Finn to notice the slight limp he had. ”You… don’t have to do that,” Finn said softly, acknowledging the elephant in the room. ”I’m kind of trained to spot injuries so you don’t have to hide it,” the Aussie added with a smile. Although he would appreciate the gesture, Finn knew he had to grow comfortable with the fact that X-men get hurt, and some might not even make it back to base. It was the reality of the life that Gabriel spoke so casually of.
His eyes trailed Bella as she made some distance away from the two now. He felt an odd desire to follow up to her but kept collected as always. ”Thanks for rescuing me. She kept me hostage all day,” Finn said with a heartily chuckle.
”You seem so… young,” he said to Gabriel with a short laugh. In examining his fellow X-men, it was clear that Gabriel wasn’t possibly older than 20, maybe even 18. He seemed young and youthful in his physical looks, not at all like the calloused Colossus, Scott, or even Finn himself. The thought kind of sent a shiver up Finn’s spine but he did his best not to let it show. It always pained him to see kids running around the halls of a bunker, trying to make the most out of a terrible situation.
”What about you, Mate?” Finn curiously asked, ”Where are you from?”
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Gabriel Byrne Location: Danger Room Simulation Thoughts: Basking in the artificial sun…
His desire to vent his frustrations in a the way he knew best, was dashed rather quickly as he entered the Danger Room. Expecting the dull metallic interior of the room, he was surprised by the sudden shift from the concrete bunker to a sunny tropical locale. Bella and an individual who was now known as Finn sat in the artificially induced sunlight. Finn was quick to his feet, but Bella had taken a bit, utilizing the newcomer’s help in getting off the ground. He received introductions from Bella about the new guy. He remarked on the nice change of scenery, she informed him that she thought it was a good idea to bring the sun to them given their circumstances.
“I cannot argue with that.” he replied, his leg burning in a bit of pain. He took note of Finn’s discomfort at the sight of Bella’s pain, his own as well. He decided to both unload his weapon and bolster his limp, even though his leg did hurt like a b***h. Siren did her best to ease his discomfort, noting that they were all pretty durable, and Finn seemed to acquiesce, noting to Gabriel that he didn’t need to try and hide his injuries. To which he exhaled deeply.
“Thank you.” he responded, “Much as I wanted to make you comfortable, gunshot wounds hurt like a mother.”
“No actual injury, sadly, just the pain of it. Elixir took away the hurt, but left the pain. His way of teaching me a lesson about disobeying orders.” he quipped. He wasn’t mad about the situation, he messed up and faced the consequences. No more, no less. Finn soon confirmed that he was in fact from Australia, specifically Brisbane. “Always heard pleasant things about the country, always wanted to visit at some point.”
Bella soon decided to step away, enjoy the water and leave the two of them to talk further. He could see the apprehension in Finn’s but didn’t say anything. He figured the sonic manipulating beauty they had for a boss caught his fancy, no sense in calling him out on it. The Aussie remarked on his age, thinking him rather young, to which Gabriel had to chuckle “You would have me pegged correctly. I’m in fact 18.”
“As for where I’m from, Las Vegas, Nevada. Sin City, or as how I like to call it the City that Never Shuts Up. Come from a family of gunsmiths, or I should say I was adopted into one.”
“Guessing by the watery front we have here your power is somewhat aquatic?” He was grasping at straws at that one, for all he knew his ability could have been plant based and he needed sunlight to keep himself from going insane. God knows at this point, he sat there in the digitized beachfront just enjoying the company.
His frustrations were dissipating at this point, he resolved that perhaps he didn’t need to unload his weapon. Though he’d still have to get to work on his proposal.
For now, he’d be working on whatever level of a tan he could possibly attain in this place. If any.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2016 4:58 pm
LOCATION: BAR HOPPING IN NASHVILLE > HOTEL // COMPANY: BLAKE // THOUGHTS: A GIRL NEEDS HER BEAUTY SLEEP // MUSIC: BAD BLOOD // 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 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx This is a f i g h t for the day,xxxxx Night,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Black and whitexxxxxxxx Avictory dance,xxxxxx A burning riotxxxxxxxxxxxx
We will, we will, we will r i s e again
“You still do, ya know. Just because the mansion is gone doesn’t mean your purpose is, Cowboy. You just gotta find a new way to redirect that positive energy. s**t, maybe you can be a bigwig politician like daddy-dearest and actually make a difference for people like us and outlaw those damn sentinels once and for all.” It would be amazing, but deep down, part of Alice felt like that was a pipe dream. There was never going to be a world of peace for people like them. There would always be the fear, the whispers, the silent hatred for their kind because of a lack of understanding. And because humans don’t change. Through the course of history, that has always been true.
There would never be peace. Not in their lifetime.
“Well, then we’re gonna need more liquor.”It was going to take bottles to even begin to numb down the memory of the mistake that Blake had made. And it was saddening. He shouldn’t be like this. Hell, Alice wouldn’t be. She had enough broken hearts and unrequited love under her belt to nearly swear off the idea entirely. Besides, she needed to focus on not getting herself killed at every turn. No time to focus on finding someone to help warm up the sheets.
Her country music knowledge didn’t go unnoticed by Blake, and he shot playful banter at her, making her brows furrow together. Until finally all hell broke loose and they were thrown out on their asses without even paying for their last drink. At least they had a chance to move to another bar. And another, and another. Since they kept getting thrown out every time some dude tried to rescue her from her ‘boring’ date. Seriously? Were all the men in this town drunken pigs that couldn’t see past her blonde hair and blue eyes?
“I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about. I’m innocent in all this,” she batted her lashes at Blake, knowing full well he could see through her bullshit.“It would be a little funny. I’m sure he won’t know how to answer them.”She let out a gasp,“I hope he doesn’t think I’m some harlot coming to taint the prodigal son!”Sarcasm dripped from her voice. She wasn’t a good influence, but she wasn’t a bad one either. Chaotic neutral, if anything. And besides, Blake was a big boy.
“Maybe now you can move on,”she paused, taking a sip of her drink and listening to the terrible singing coming from the stage.“Blake, you’re the kind of guy a girl comes home to when she’s ready to settle down and have a family. You’re stable. And you’re not ******** up like the rest of us. And you shouldn’t aim for anything less. You should aim for more. Someone who isn’t ******** up. Someone that doesn’t need fixing. Someone who is ready for commitment. You’re the kind of guy that is strong enough and driven enough to change the world, and if the person you have at your side isn’t as strong as you, then they don’t need to be there.”
She finished off her drink.“Was that good, or did it just sound like utter bullshit?”Her brain was tingling, and honestly, she didn’t know if what she was saying had sounded as genuine as she had wanted it to. But she hated seeing her friend hurt over someone that was less than him. Honestly, it was really pissing her off.
She threw back a shot when he did, wincing at not only the singing, but at the burn as the alcohol slid down her already warm throat. They had moved on to better conversation and even had ordered food. Which it took about two seconds for the both of them to destroy the pizza that had been looked at hungrily by other drunken bar patrons.“Fine. Invite me to some gala or whatever and put it to the test. I’d love to meet daddy-dearest. I’ll charm him so much he’ll want you to marry me.”She shoved her hand out to him, wanting to shake on the bet. There was no way in hell she was going to let him win this one.
On the way to the hotel, Blake and her had talked about Bella. Though he had defended her, annoyingly so, she bit her tongue until he was finished. “She sounds like a supernova that was ready to burn out. Only you got caught in the blast.” There was no way she was going to go back to the mansion and not try to do everything in her power to make Blake feel awkward and Bella feel jealous. The game was on.
They made it to the hotel and Blake crashed like a sawed down tree. She got to work with settling him in, showering, and climbing into bed herself. And just as the world stopped spinning and settled to a dark silence, the sound of the southerner’s voice vibrated her brain like the most annoying alarm clock created in the history of the world.“I hate you,”she muttered as she tried to reach blindly for her stolen pillow.
Finally, she sat up, licking her dry lips from the fifteen minutes of sleep she managed to get.“Who the ******** is Cooter Brown?”She reached her hand for his, pulling him down and subduing him rather well for her tired state. She covered his face with a pillow and had almost fallen instantly back to sleep before she felt him dissolve beneath her, sending her face and the pillow beneath it off the bed. She grunted on impact, “You’re a jerk. I was just expecting you to accept it for at least twenty minutes, or until you stopped breathing.”
She rolled on the floor, moving onto her back and looking up at him. "You’re a monster, Blake Tanner. And you’re buying me pancakes in a few hours." As tempted as she was to just clap her hands and knock him well into next week, she decided against it, slowly pulling herself up into a sitting position.“Hold your horses, Cowboy, this’ll probably be the last time you see a girl in her panties in a long time.”
This is a fight for love, lust, hate, desire
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Name: Isabella Stone Location: X-Men Facility - Training Sim (Danger Room) Team: Alpha
Maybe one day she’d fill Finn in on the details; but for the time being, it was too personal. Coming to grips with her ability was far easier than accepting the events that led to its manifestation. “It can. Sometimes…I don’t blame them. I think if I weren’t who I am…I would be afraid of me.”
What truly defined a person was how they dealt with their fear. It was perfectly understandable to be apprehensive about mutants. What wasn’t acceptable was deciding that they were lower life forms and thus deserved to be put a cage or to be put down. Finn moved and emerald eyes followed. They widened as they ran down the line of an uneven scar. Hadn’t he just explained that he was durable? Hard to hurt? “…How…?”
Her question was filled with empathy. There was nothing that could keep her eyes from watering when he gave her the answer. “I’m so…so sorry. I’m so sorry Finn.”, she spoke after a moment, unable to say anything else. He was probably sick of hearing it but it was all that she had. Isabella watched him bottle his feelings. His smile and eyes gave her nothing—while she was close to tears for his loss.
She’d never been truly good at hiding how she felt. She tended to wear her emotions on her sleeve. The only time she seemed capable of suppressing them was on a mission. Even then, it was only a matter of time before they spilled out like floodgates that had failed.
After a little while the conversation picked back up again, though her eyes were a little red, she tried to banish her sadness. There was so much of it going around that she didn’t want to make things worse when Finn was obviously being strong. Most men couldn’t handle seeing women cry not to mention that she didn’t want to look completely inept in front of her new teammate. “That’s one of the many ways we differ from the Brotherhood.”, Isabella mentioned when Finn stated he was glad that he’d come to the X-Men. She started to lighten up again at the threat of having some of the guys drag him out of bed by his toes. “Don’t worry…I try not to schedule training sims too early.”
She didn’t run hers at the crack of dawn because that was when Narcissa seemed to favor the facilities. Of all the things she wanted to do in the morning, fighting with the Red Queen, was not one of them.
Finn returned to the flattery that he seemed to love flustering her with and the songstress felt her cheeks burn bright once again. He could not mess with her like this all the time or else she’d probably trip over her own two feet. Was she that easy a target? “I’m not threatening you, I mean, I didn’t—I don’t mean it like that.”, she finished lamely while trying to avoid looking at his face at all costs.
As durable as he claimed to be—Isabella would not test that theory anytime soon. She didn’t know exactly how well her sonic scream or a lance traveled underwater but it wasn’t something she would experiment with one of her own.
He teasingly referred to her as a ‘Blue Queen’ when she dismissed his apology and her eyes widened. “Ay dios mío—No. Please no….That’s all I need is for that to get around. I can handle a lot…But battling Narcissa over a nickname I don’t even want is not on my to-do list.”
There were two Queens within their walls. Emma Frost, the White Queen—and Narcissa Lucania, the Red Queen. Both were women that Isabella did not want to be compared to. She had a distinct feeling that the latter would also go out of her way to show her that there was only room for one royal on the junior teams. Narcissa would see it as a challenge.
Gabriel arrived shortly thereafter and she was mostly saved from having to explain the Omega leader further. She was more than capable, but calling her cruel was putting it lightly. If she had a dollar for every student the blond woman had sent fleeing in the other direction it was quite possible that she could feed an entire third world country.
Isabella immediately understood that she had taken Finn’s discomfort about the dangers of fighting with the X-Men the wrong way when he responded to her. Jade eyes snapped towards his face, and her lips parted to reassure him as his concern dawned on her, but she couldn’t. Telling him that she would always be all right was a lie. He would know that, considering they were at war. She didn’t want to insult his intelligence.
Instead she kept silent in acceptance. That he felt so strongly for someone he barely knew was touching.
She distanced herself from the two men a little bit. Not that it mattered. She could hear every word but the illusion of privacy could be nice. She frowned deeply when Gabriel mentioned that Elixir had left him with the pain of a wound but removed the injury. What exactly was he thinking? That was unacceptable in every form of the word. She would be having a discussion with the resident healer that would cause people to cringe several floors up when she was finished. If the Headmaster had allowed it...She really, really hoped that Elixir had done it on his own on some misguided attempt to teach Gabriel not to be so reckless. Despite that... It was never his place to discipline her soldiers.
They spoke of where they’d come from and she smiled a little as she tried to calm down. She was upset on Gabriels behalf. She didn't understand why he wasn't. The sound user reached down to pick up a smooth white rock. Despite the fact that it wasn’t real—It felt real. There was even weight to it. Drawing her arm back she let it fly and tried to make it skip on the water.
Her eyes squinted a little as it plopped without a single bounce. Jeesh. Even in a simulation she couldn’t skip rocks. Picking up one to throw again Finn mentioned that she’d been keeping him hostage and she instead tossed it in his direction. It was obviously going to miss by miles. 'Liar.', her word carried on the breeze to both men as she went about hunting for another throwing stone.
'Are you all right Gabriel? Is your injury bothering you that badly?', she questioned the weapons platform with her ability--Letting her words flow only to his ears. Finn wouldn't see her speaking because she was looking in the other direction. It wasn't out of disrespect...She just didn't want to put either of them on the spot.
When she found another she again tried to skip it but failed once more. After that she about gave up. It was a miserable effort at keeping her thoughts away from Elixir. Not to mention Blake and Leo. They were both so precious to her and neither seemed to know it.
Leonardo might not have said it out loud, but she had felt his deliberate distance. The songstress knew him better than he knew himself. He was not the same man that had held her several days prior or the person that had supported her before the mission. His default response to difficulty was to run. Run hard, run fast, make up a martyrs excuse, and never let her say goodbye. Blake had already walked out on her and effectively told her not to speak to him after confessing his feelings.
Through very little control of her own…She was very much so set up to lose them both. Not even the rolling waves or simulated sunlight could take her away from that fact. Her best friends, one of them more than that, were disappearing with each passing second.
It had taken her most of the afternoon to realize the heartbreaking truth. She really had lost them both.
Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2016 8:09 am
Name: Narcissa "Cissa" Grace Codename: Solaris Team: Omega Location: Cafeteria/Kitchen
Narcissa left her silver nail kit in her quarters on the vanity table. Gabrielhad soured her otherwise good mood to the point of wanting to pick a fight with some unsuspecting nobody. His inept and overly cocky response to her extremely viable questions only proved his idiocy. He couldn't POSSIBLY have any idea what he was doing. He was eighteen without a shred of scientific background or a degree from any University in any applicable subject. His mutation also didn't include genius levels of intelligence. How did the bloody gunsmith who was restricted to sending magic bullets out of his body plan to do something that Tony Stark or Reed Richards took years to begin? Who went around confidently proposing such grandiose plans when he hadn't the means or the know-how to even begin research?
Not to mention...how the hell did he plan on keeping something so huge from S.H.I.E.L.D.? How? S.H.I.E.L.D. was nearly impossible to keep secrets from. They were the experts, after all, their secrets had secrets. Once the project was released there was no telling who could manipulate the results of it for their own designs.
Above all else...He hadn't even taken it to his betters yet for approval.MORON. Surprise surprise, the Alpha Gabriel was a mother ******** t**t that had apparently figured out how to use Wikipedia.
"Stone. Keep your idiot dogs in line and out of my face--Or I will. Especially Gabriel Byrne. Congrats on not getting killed by your own teammates.", Narcissa snarled nastily to Isabella through her comm before setting it down a little too hard on the table. She was fuming at the boys audacity to speak down to her when he had NO idea what he was talking about.
Nearly growling in irritation she looked at herself in the full length mirror for a long moment and carefully applied the bloody red lipstick she was known for. Her skin was so close to alabaster that if she set it just a smidge off the lip liner and it made her look like a clown.
A general inspection of her outfit assured her that it had suffered no damage from the greenhouse. She also put a few quick sprays of LAVANILA in the air and walked through the cloud. The scent was more vanilla bean than vanilla cookie—but she never liked to wear too much. Women that drowned themselves in perfume had obviously forgotten what it was for. It was made to accentuate; not cover up.
Aren responded to her call as she began to check the long golden barrel curls that she had set her hair in that morning. Anything less than perfect was unacceptable. She immediately, impatiently, reached for the comm-unit at hearing the perfect baritone of Omega in question but paused in answering. With the device held close to her chest she knew that such a quick response would make her seem too eager. Her heart beat ran away unchecked—Like the wings of a hummingbird. Just from the sound of his voice.
It frustrated her that he would know how she felt; whether she responded or not.
Clearing her throat daintily she pulled a witty reply from nothing by focusing on her intense distaste for most cartoons. “Grow up, Aquene. Just because you grew up on the reservation doesn’t mean you should supplement your lack of knowledge with trash.”
Her voice was the cultivated epitome of disdain. The cruel sneer on her rouge colored lips would be heard by anyone that may or may not be listening in. They wouldn’t know how deeply she missed him. They heard annoyance, he would feel need. Desperate need. He missed her just as much and the golden threads that pinned them together echoed those sentiments against her will.
She felt like she should want to stop feeling this way. She should want to set Aren free… But it wasn’t so simple. There were real and very literal consequences for becoming romantically involved with her. They were both trapped by something she couldn’t control. She felt perfect with him. It was right. She never felt more like herself than when he was right beside her—or even closer still. Every time he was away it felt like he took part of her with him. Even when he was standing across the room…It was too far.
Was that the way all people felt when they cared for someone? Was it normal? She didn’t know.
Aren asked her to meet him in the kitchen and she sighed heavily when he couldn’t hear it. The kitchen was a public place and in that respect she’d need to maintain her image. She would have to hide everything she felt for him and supplement it with general annoyance, superiority, and disdain. “If I must. Though you’re likely out of luck. It isn’t ‘Taco Tuesday’ as you put it.”
Narcissa did not like tacos of any sort. It looked like something that she might feed a pet if she wanted it to keel over and die. She didn’t like many foods—but beef tacos in particular made her glad for it. She checked her hair once more and then left her quarters. There was so much of Aren’s stuff lying around the otherwise pristine room that at times she suspected that she really did have a roommate. Kerrigan had been infinitely easier to wake up back at the Academy; but Aren…He was infinitely more fun.
Entering the cafeteria was always a crap shoot. Sometimes the younger students filled the hall and saw fit to all talk at the same time—making it sound like a slammed Starbucks at noon in LA on the corner of a busy intersection. Loud. Then there was the occasional power drama where one kid froze another kids juice box and the X-Baby brawling got real until some unlucky professor broke it up.
Other times, it was filled to capacity with the Junior Teams—who were basically just as obnoxious as the pre-teens. Either way, most of them gave her a wide berth unless they were one of her own, and she wouldn’t complain. Curious eyes followed her as she made her way to the front of the cafeteria and picked up a bar of plain chocolate and a mug for hot tea. Narcissa preferred the loose leaf in her room but she hadn’t thought to bring it so Lipton or whatever tinny tripe the lunch troll had would need to suffice.
She took a seat at an empty table as far from the commotion as possible and waited for Aren. Why was he taking so long? It hadn’t been more than a few minutes but she was incredibly impatient. Her back remained to the door so she wouldn’t appear as if she was waiting for someone. She didn’t need her eyes to see him. She took a sip of her beverage while it was still scalding hot and then set to breaking apart her chocolate bar into little pieces. She had to be quick, lest it melt on her.
‘Where are you..?’
Their bond was strong; but not like the one that Jean and Scott had. Aren wouldn’t hear her, but he would feel her calling. Perhaps that would light a fire under his a** and make him hurry the bloody hell up.
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With: Isabella and Gabriel Where: Training Room Wearing: White tee-shirt and dark blue chinos.
Bella’s words on fear rang in Finn’s head like a bell. Would he fear himself if he was a regular person? Finn grimaced at the thought. If all mutants were like the X-men, the negative social relations with humans would seem blown out of proportion. Except not every mutant held the academy’s ideals. Just as there are humans who’d hurt others, there are also mutants of the kind.
”You’re right. I think I would be afraid of me too…” Finn admitted under his breath.
Hearing Bella give her sympathy on his story, Finn could tell her voice broke a bit. He didn’t mean to cause her any pain, just show her that he could understand. ”Don’t be, Love,” he replied to her remorseful words. When the Australian scanned her face, he could make out the tears on the verge of falling. His smile dropped slightly but Finn continued to maintain his warm demeanor. He wouldn’t let her see him uncomfortable with his own past. Not yet anyways.
Eventually the topic moved on and they continued their subtle conversation on the X-men life. With Bella assuring Finn that the X-men was starkly different from the Brotherhood, Finn could only nod in appreciation that he chose the right side. She seemed confident in the matter and that’s all he could hope for. The Aussie smiled to the brunette when she admitted on not trying to schedule training too early in the A.M. ”Shame,” Finn shot out sharply, ”It’d be nice to see a pretty face to start the day. I’d be keen on it, anyway,” he laughed at the end of it. As the two grew to know each other a bit more, Finn felt an easiness with Bella. It just seemed simple.
Seeing the girl becoming flustered from his teasing, Finn averted his eyes back to the water and tucked his chin down to sneak a chuckle. He would give her a moment to gather herself. As much as he loved to see her trip over her own words, the Australian didn’t want to push his luck. After all, she was his leader. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck with a lame duty as payback. ”The Siren and the Kraken,” he spoke with an amused baritone voice. ”Coincidence?” he popped an eyebrow at her jokingly.
Gabriel eventually joined them and Bella left the two to their own guy discussions. Though the gesture was nice, Finn couldn’t help but chuckle after their talk about privacy within the academy. Almost non-existent in reality. Gabriel’s explanation of his injury had Finn stirring with questions about the methods of teaching. ”That’s extreme, don’t you think Gabe?” Finn frowned at the thought of the matter. He didn’t have to look over to Bella to know she was unhappy about it as well. Pain as a method of teaching is dogmatic to say the least. ”Let me talk to Scott or something about that,” The Australian replied with a stern voice. Although he was new to the team, not much about his demeanor changed. He still cared for people, and regardless of the environment, he would do his best for anyone. Injustice for Finn was intolerable.
Their conversation eventually carried on and Finn felt at ease while moving through the small talk. He never liked to force conversation but getting to know another person at the academy was a treat. ”Las Vegas, huh?” Finn echoed the boy before trying to recall the city in his head. He had never been there before but he did recognize the name Sin City. ”Sounds… busy,” Finn replied, simply inferring knowledge about the place from media. The Australian would soon find a rock skipping at him with the words “Liar” carrying through the winds. His eyes trailed back to his leader and Finn made a jovial face at her. ”Do you want to fight? Finn joked at the brunette, shrugging his shoulders as if he was asking for a challenge.
The Australian laughed and brought his attention back to the young boy beside him. ”You could say that. It’s a bit of an awkward ability,” he replied but refused to talk about it more than that. He tilted his head up and looked at the beaming and unrelenting sun. Still bright as the second Finn and Bella walked into it. Even though it was just a simulation, he could swear upon heat exhaustion seeping through his bodice.
”Adopted into a gunsmith family? That’s pretty peculiar,” Finn teased lightly at the boy. It would seem the topic of parentless students was a trend among the academy, Finn being no exception to it. Although the Aussie was comfortable with it to some degree now, he often wondered how the lives of the other students were. They were young, emotional, and exposed to a much bitter world than he was at their age. ”Ever think of going back to see them, mate?” Finn asked curiously. Though Finn had no family of his own to go back to, he'd eagerly jump at the chance if possible. To be honest, if he still had a family, he probably wouldn't have came to the academy at all. In realizing that, Finn choked a bit and wished he could reel his question back. Knowing it was too late to do so, he could only hope that Gabriel hadn't had the same type of disconnect with his family too.
Eyeing Bella’s failed attempts at skipping rocks, he picked up an odd look on her face that was similar to when they had first met in the art room. It was the same kind of look that made him think "cover up" of deeper feelings. A type of look that a lot of trauma victims had when he came across them during his career. ”You okay?” he whispered under his breath at her – again, so low that Gabriel wouldn’t be able to hear it. He felt like checking on her but didn’t want to draw negative attention to his leader in front of Gabriel. There was an image of being strong that the two had spoken about that she had to maintain. Finn gave no tell on his face about his concern over the girl though and Gabriel wouldn’t be able to read it if he tried. After their talks by the water, Finn would be sure not to betray Bella’s trust when it mattered.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2016 4:28 pm
If anyone was gonna crash Charlie and Christian’s slip’n’slide party at the pool, he was glad that it wasn’t with a bunch of uptights. Tara’s willingness to strip down to her underwear to join them, as well as her easily paying the toll, was just more reason to declare their fun the greatest idea they had in days. Madison and Jacen’s joining of their fun also added to their bodycount, and by the time Parker rounded out their group to a neat and even figure, Christian knew they had a good time on their hands.
He elbowed Charlie slightly when he mentioned the werewolf’s apparent shallow nature when it came to his more canine options, chuckling at the reply. “Well my charm’s so good, it even transcends species! Good thing my actual interest doesn’t cross that line…” he bit back, shaking his head as he looked back at the pool.
Parker showed off her mutation briefly, Tara inviting her into the pool, while Charlie commended her mutation (pretty badass actually) and offered her a drink, telling Christian to get her a drink. “Yeah, yeah, like I wasn’t gonna anyways.” he retorted, filling more cups (along with one for Parker), and giving another clap when she forced the drink down with little problem. She teased his motives, but Christian’s own affinity for bare-minimal clothing didn’t really catch onto any naughty undertones, even as she stripped down to her underwear like Tara had. “Well s**t, do I even need to ask at this point?” he said, a grin sliding across his features.
She asked him for a return show, Christian misinterpreting her meaning as he stuck a thumb into the waistband of his trunks. “Well, fair’s fair, so I might as well-” he started, but stopped himself as he pondered over her nickname for him. “Oh! You meant that. Well, that changes things.” he said, quickly adjusting his shorts back into their more modest position. He clicked his tongue, realizing that transforming wasn’t ideal at this very moment. “Sure, I’ll give you show...after we’ve had our fun in the pool. In the long run, transforming is a clean process for me, but I won’t be able to talk with you guys unless I play a mean game of charades, or any one of you happens to have a grip on basic American sign-language.” he explained to Parker, signing the word “messy” to her with his hands. “Besides, everyone knows that “wet dog” isn’t a good smell.”
People asking about his mutation was becoming routine, probably because his mutation was among one of the most showy, and it’s not like everyone ran across a werewolf before. A lot people usually changed their tune once he started transforming though: if the final result of a hulking canine monstrosity wasn’t enough to scare someone, he was pretty sure both the actual transformation process into werewolf and back into human was messy and not for the squeamish. Tearing his own skin off, even if it burned away eventually, always got a good reaction out of people.
Christian instigated a competition, one settled on the battle of the sexes, and everyone was game...as soon as the playing field was leveled via sobriety. That of course, prompted everyone to take a shot together, but the werewolf insisted they have something to drink for, to at least give the impression to any onlookers that they weren’t up to too much trouble. Tara suggested the boys’ creation of both their Frankenstein’d waterslide and making a party, and their trunks. Charlie added the addendum of good times and good people. “And to drinking!” he added himself, before they all took their shot together, choking out a laugh as he could feel his senses already starting to dull.
The real party was kicked off when he improvised a sloppy suplex into the pool, Christian managing to take Charlie down with surprise and taking the just-now claimed title of Summerslam Champ, even if the weather outside the base was more of a Siberian summer.
He stayed in the pool as Charlie waded back to the edge and made sure everyone was evened out in drinks, flashing grins to Tara and Parker as they each took their turns on the slip and slide.
Hours and many shots later, the party had shaped up to be everything a good party hoped to be: antics, some injuries (mostly Christian’s fault), competition, some shouted curses, and even terrible karaoke once a speaker had been fetched. Charlie had at one point attempted to see if the barrier that prevented top floor jumps into the pool was still up.
It was…
There was clearly evidence of their partying littered all around the pool’s perimeter, and even if there was an attempt to try and lessen the trashed environment’s image, nothing could salvage the mess of soap, clothes, towels, cups, and bottles. Christian even at one pointed transformed into his werewolf form to hold up his end of the bargain with Parker, but thankfully switched into his uniform beforehand so that his transformation wouldn’t rip his shorts. He stayed in that form as he lost the draw and burdened with trying to pretty up the mess as the party winded down, food now being their primary concern as they realized that no food with lots of alcohol meant they were headed towards queasiness soon.
When he cleaned up as best as he could (there were still some towels he hadn’t bothered grabbing), he and Charlie headed towards the kitchen to scrounge up some easy food, which meant they needed a lot of sandwich loaves, chips, ham, mayonnaise, microwaved cup-o-noodles, and an entire rack of raw pork ribs.
After all, Christian was still transformed and had a bigger appetite, and he wasn’t planning on transforming back yet: this form was so much more comfortable.
Thankfully, his larger form allowed him to carry most of the food with no trouble, which was good since he lacked the ability to communicate with anyone else, and Charlie likely had to explain why a giant swaying werewolf was raiding the fridge with a slab of salami stuck in its gaping maw to the kitchen’s other occupants. His only attempt at communication was one finger held up to his canine fangs as he poured a quick waterfall of Jägermeister down his gullet, urging onlookers to not spill the beans as he then hid the bottle in his bag. He intended it to be teasing and playful, but more than likely the sight of a werewolf urging someone to be quiet looked way more terrifying than he intended.
With the kitchen made a mess after having to endure the raiding of the two friends, they made their way back to their room, where they anticipated their pool buddies would eventually end up as well as they invited them earlier to chill. Christian finished the rack of ribs all by himself (because no one else wanted to eat them raw like he wanted to) on the way, even chewing up the bones in the process, though holding on to one as a chew toy, though it didn’t last long. Once they reached their room, Christian quickly brought all the food inside and lay it out on Charlie’s bed, before excusing himself to the bathroom with a hand held up, his large frame having to twist and turn to make the most of their small space. The door closed and left to himself in the bathroom, the werewolf began his transformation process again, shifting back into his human form and likely sparing his roommates from losing their appetite (and another mess to clean). He eventually walked out of the bathroom with his uniform swapped back out with his swim trunks and a towel drying his hair, all in his familiar human form.
“Oh Jesus, I got an appetite. I could a horse! Or probably a pig, since I’ve already got the ribs down.” he joked, picking at his teeth with his pinky nail as he flopped onto the floor Indian-style, since Tara had already claimed his bed. He wasn’t lying: even though he had consuming a whole set of ribs by himself, the food digested itself quickly during his transformation process, and the transformation process always left him hungry in either form. At since he had a larger appetite than most people regardless because of his werewolf nature, it meant he could easily finish three servings of any dinner by himself easily...in his human form. There were definite perks to his mutation, he realized.
Parker walked into their room a little later baring marshmallows as he draped his towel over his head and shoulders like a bootleg Palpatine, suggesting s’mores as a possible dish for them. He nodded vehemently, eager for more food to be added to their menus. Tara brought up their next activity, sticking with the party theme and picking games that fit in nicely. Parker added her two cents, suggesting combining Spin the Bottle and Truth or Dare. Spin the Truth or Dare, his fogged mind assumed. She also asked if they had any drinks around, Christian finding the idea funny as he leaned back with laughter, a fist covering his mouth. “Hoh, s**t. It’s a party!” he cried out, before falling backwards onto his back and palming his bag, before bringing out the bottle of Jägermeister he stole from the kitchen. “Of course we got drinks. Though, I’ve never spun a square bottle before. Work it out!” he said, his words gloriously slurred as he added more ‘s to his words than necessary.
He propped the bottle in front of him, not mentioning (or remembering) that he hadn’t bothered to pack any cups. “Hey, you guys had a mission too before, right? Omegas and Alphas doing their thing separately? Right? What went down? Me and Charlie fought a giant robot in the mall.” he proclaimed, also forgetting to mention that he and Charlie didn’t actually fight the Sentinel at all, just some bad guys and playing bodyguard.
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Gabriel Byrne Location: Tropical Danger Room Thoughts: Just grousing a bit…
Concern had grown from both Finn and Bella over his injury. He could imagine that Bella might not be too thrilled over Elixir taking the initiative in disciplining him, but in truth it was a bit more complicated. Gabriel didn’t mind the situation, as he frankly felt he deserved worse. He’d gotten shot for going off the reservation during a mission where he was likely more needed to deal with enemy fire. As their leader walked away, he heard her ask in an… echo, so to speak, if his injury was bothering him that badly.
His response was rather nonchalant, “I’m mostly grousing about it, it’s not unbearable. Just a bit of pain is all.”
His frustration over what transpired with Narcissa eased up a bit as he sat there in the Danger Room, just listening to the Aussie talk. He mused on how Vegas was a busy city, to which he chuckled “Oh yeah it’s a busy town. I wasn’t in the heart of the city, lived not too far though. Nights out there were nice, you could see the whole strip lit up, a shining jewel in a sea of night.” he raised his hand up and waved it, giving the city a bit of mysticism in his description. “In truth its closer to a land of sand, broken dreams, and five dollar lobster.”
Remarking on his adoptive status, he chuckled himself, “Yeah some folks tend to get a little wide-eyed when they hear that. They’re the only family I know, adopted as a baby. And given where I live, it was a lively time. Lot of peculiar clients looking for some interesting builds, some more famous than you’d expect.” he’d never forget the one guy who wanted a tri-mese set up, three different fully automatic weapons connected together to fire in successive order. That was a trip in and of itself.
“Absolutely I’d love to go back, but I don’t want to put them at risk you know? Things are kind of insane out there, last thing I want to do is lead a lynch mob to my family’s doorstep.” his family was the type to go to war for those they care about.
And they were usually packing, heavily.
He mentioned that his ability was awkward, to which he simply responded, “Say no more. Not all of our abilities are glamorous.” He wasn’t going to press on something that for the most part is rather personal. He sat there along the simulated beach and just enjoyed the setup.
“So what lead you to joining this merry band of misfits? I joined because of the environment, as well as the education opportunity. Sorta stumbled into the Junior X-Man position really.”
He was definitely honest, he could not deny that.
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xWhen the impromptu party started winding down, they moved it to the boys’ room. But not before raiding the fridge for some snacks. Parker parted ways as they reached the kitchen to make a stop by her room. Charlie tried to tell her where their room was, but couldn’t quite get it out right. He vaguely explained that it was near the elevator, ‘in the boy part’. Eventually he assured her that they would mark their door for her.
Tara helped them get their snacks, wrapped in a wet towel. By the time they were done splashing around in the pool, there hadn’t been anything left in the pool area that hadn’t been soaked. They dripped through the halls leaving a trail of water from the pool, to the kitchen - all over the kitchen - and back to the room. And they definitely drew a lot of attention, between being soaking wet and barely clothed, and the large werewolf in their company.
When they made it back to their room, Charlie hadn’t forgotten the promise he’d made Parker and immediately started searching the room for something he could use as a sign for her. The first thing he found was a red sharpie that he used to write “HERE” on the outside of their door. Surely that would work when every other door was blank.
As he walked back into the room, he left the door cracked, and paused when he saw that Christian had dumped the food on his bed. ”’EY!” he protested, pointing at the pile of food. But his resolved faded away almost immediately as he opened a drawer and started fishing around for some dry clothes. He shut himself in the closet momentarily to change into a pair of dry sweats - since the bathroom was currently occupied - and tossed a dry shirt Tara’s way as he reemerged.
As he took a seat on the floor, leaning against his bed, Tara demanded chips. He twisted around to grab an open bag from his bed and tossed them over to her, and noticed a bunch of them spill out onto his roommate’s bed. His hazel stare immediately looked for Christian, who was in the bathroom, then settled back on Tara with the expression of someone who knew they’d ******** up, but was a little to trashed not to find it amusing.
Crawling over to the bed, he started tucking the spilled ships under the blankets and held a finger to his mouth when they were all hidden away. ”Shhhh…..” he urged the brunette not to tell on him. ”He’ll never know.” he stated with drawn out words that slurred into each other.
Christian came out of the bathroom in his human form as Charlie backed away from the scene of the crime, turning to their snacks to find something to munch on. And, as if on queue, Parker rejoined the group and the gang was back together. They’d parted ways with Maddy and Jacen when they’d left the pool, so it was just the four of them now.
The inked up Alpha came baring marshmallows, and Charlie had managed to catch them even in his inebriated state. Or… maybe they’d just landed in his lap. Who really knew at this point? He opened the bag up and promptly shoved a couple of them into his mouth.
”Ssure, wha’dowe sed on ffffirree?” he asked around his mouthful after the suggestion of s’mores. When he started to realize that he wasn’t speaking clearly he tried to at least enunciate the last word even with his cheeks puffed full of marshmallow. They had to roast the marshmallows somehow, he was just trying to figure out where they were going to build the fire. Wait, did they even have chocolate or graham crackers?
Parker combined Tara’s suggestion into a game of spin-the-bottle-truth-or-dare. Charlie had never played either game, but he was up for whatever the rest of the group wanted to do. Before anything else though, Parker asked about more drinks, and of course they still had some.
Charlie let out an exaggerated groan when Christian pulled a bottle out, but it quickly morphed into a chuckle with a big grin. His werewolf roommate set the bottle in the middle of the group, but then changed the subject to their last mission.
”I dunno about you, dude, but I don’t think I fought the giant robot…” he said, shaking his head as he ate another marshmallow. He remembered fighting MRD goons alongside Kerrigan, and seeing the robot, but he was sure he hadn’t fought it.
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Name: Isabella Stone Location: X-Men Facility - Training Sim (Danger Room) Team: Alpha
Finn again tried to trip her up and make her blush when he commented on the Alpha’s training schedule. Granted, Isabella knew that he was teasing, but that didn’t stop her from stumbling over her words a little. She wasn’t socially awkward in the slightest but she wasn’t used to someone being so frank with her. She was the Alpha Leader—So that automatically placed a certain amount of respectful distance between herself and the rest of the students. “You say that now…but I can be pretty scary in the morning.”
She wasn’t fully awake without a little coffee. A true Colombian native she liked it piping hot, strong, and very black. Finn seemed to realize he was flustering her and backed down for a little while. But only slightly. “You’re not the first Kraken you know…”, she countered when he linked the similar origins of their codenames. Isabella might have continued but that was when Gabriel arrived.
The songstress gave them space but couldn’t really help eavesdropping. Saying that she wasn’t ‘happy’ about Elixir’s choice to punish Gabriel was a serious understatement. Gabriel answered her inquiry about his injury and she sighed softly. Of course, he would make light of it. What a guy thing to do. Her comm went off with a generally nasty message from Narcissa which caused the muscles in her neck to tighten. Jade eyes flickered back towards Gabriel… What exactly could he want speak to the Omega leader about? ~And you were going to tell me about your fall out with Narcissa when…?~
“I’ll handle it. Let it go.”, Isabella responded to Narcissa quietly, hoping that the walking super nova would leave Gabriel alone. Whatever had happened seemed to have insulted the woman enough that she would rat him out. That didn’t sound good.
Finn asked her if she wanted to fight when she threw a rock in his direction and a little smile played across gentle features.~We can if you want...~ Whether she was teasing or not was basically left up for the two men to decide. Gabriel had seen her in action on many occasions. Finn hadn’t.~Fair warning… I fight like a girl. All claws and hair pulling.~
That was a lie…But it was also something Finn wouldn’t know. She didn’t mind letting him think she was the girl next door for a little while longer. It was nice to meet someone for once that didn’t judge her for what she was or who she knew.
Once again she let the boys be while they got to know each other. She fiddled with a few skipping stones as she tried to sort her own problems. In the grand scheme of things; it was nothing. It was a drop in the ocean. But to her…This discord between herself the people she loved…It was everything. They were part of the reason she fought as hard as she did. Part of the reason that she kept getting up every time she got knocked down. Her ears perked up when she realized that Finn was speaking to her—The low whisper catching her attention. Was she okay? No. Not at all.
~Five by five.~, she returned as she forced her face to soften and seem more pleasant. It was difficult when she felt like the earth might open up and swallow her whole. Between the actual war outside and the war within…It was pulling her apart. She was splitting at the seams no matter how much she was determined not to let it happen. ~It’s just…Been a really long day.~
A few minutes later she turned on her heel and headed back over to her teammates—green eyes ever bright in the manufactured sunlight.
“All right all right you two…I’m officially bored. Why don’t we take Finn to get a uniform from Professor McCoy? I bet you don’t have one of these yet…”, Isabella chimed in, effectively interrupting whatever they’d been talking about. Boys really had dull conversations when they knew she was listening in. Raising her hand to her shoulder a black liquid seemed to flow out of nowhere and everywhere. The unstable molecule fabric slid around her form like water and eventually solidified into the typical X-Men uniform she wore. It was a full leather bodysuit with blue piping and heeled boots. There was a shiny silver metal “X” on her belt buckle and a domino mask. The uniforms had been created by Reed Richards and were stored in a kind of personal sub space pocket. They were only activated by a particular physical gesture. “Fun, right?”
She repeated the action and the uniform slipped away leaving her clothing behind. “C’mon—Let’s get out of here.”
Isabella headed out of the Sim Room with her hands behind her back—Fully expecting at least Finn to follow her. Gabe could if he wanted, but she knew that he wanted to get some training in as well.
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ONE WEEK LATER
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A week and several days have passed since the X-Men were ambushed by S.H.I.E.L.D. on their rescue missions at various MRD staffed holding facilities. In the time that has gone by, the Senior X-Men have been fairly tight lipped about how they were compromised. This is mostly due to the fact that there isn’t much information to share. Technologically speaking, Forge is in intuitive genius, and is capable of creating some of the most advanced data mining programs on the planet. He has taken the failure personally, convinced it must be some kind of information leak. He doesn’t believe the possibility of a mole. Forge was also the one to analyze and confirm most of the mission data. It isn’t often that something gets by him. He won’t forget it anytime soon.
His biggest fear is that their location could have been discovered. It is not yet safe to return to Greymalkin Lane, and the X-Men do not have the option of another secret bunker. Headmaster Summers and Headmistress Frost are currently assessing arguments for and against their continued intervention in human affairs. Emma wants to evaluate their own house before trying to deal with the continued fall out of the Registration Act. She believes that the junior teams need more training before they are expected to return to the field. Scott believes that it is their duty to protect the outside world, even if it means protecting it from themselves. Emma believes him noble, but foolish. She lost the entirety of the Massachusetts Academy student body, and doesn’t intend for that to happen again.
S.H.I.E.L.D. has contracted several mercenaries to help deal with the X-Men. Their men are mostly unequipped, and spread too thin, to handle mutant threats on such a large scale. This was proven by the mass execution that was known as Genosha. Considering that the mercenaries were sent to capture the rogue mutants alive wound up open firing on them with live rounds, it is possible that S.H.I.E.L.D. has gotten in over their heads. Director Nick Fury was not consulted in the decision made to send meta-humans against the X-Men. This choice, as well as the utilization of Sentinels for a second time, came from the Council of Twelve.
Headmaster Summers, in light of the destruction of Genosha, held a tenuous truce with Director Fury. Neither side wanted a repeat of the devastation that ended both human and mutant life in mass quantities. That truce very well may be at an end.
The Junior X-Men have been encouraged to utilize the underground facility to its fullest potential. There are many areas of their temporary home that they are allowed to explore. There are maps available to all of them, embedded in their communicators. Professor Summers has temporarily assumed control of the Alpha Team. Some students may enjoy his training sessions, some might not. He can be a very tough taskmaster. Statements have been taken from any student willing to come forward about who and what they saw on the botched missions. Between the Alphas, Fyre, and the Wolverine they were able to accurately identify three dangerous soldiers for hire working alongside S.H.I.E.L.D. Scourge, Crossbones, and Ghost. It is possible that Ghost was partially responsible for providing the X-Men with false data.
When the Senior X-Men have any concrete information, they will fill in their Junior counterparts. Until then, life has returned to the new status quo. They train, go to classes, and somehow, try to survive each other while living under the same roof.
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MAPS for REFERENCE:
NOTE: THE NEW FACILITY IS UNDERGROUND. THE FIRST FLOOR IS CLOSEST TO THE SURFACE, THE REST OF THE FLOORS GO DOWN. THE SEVENTH FLOOR WOULD BE THE ONE DEEPEST IN THE EARTH.
We are now located in Alberta Canada, more precisely near Alkali Lake. (Some of the more knowledgeable characters may recognize this location as the Old Weapon X Facility. Logan will be especially crabby.) The facility is also completely underground, entirely hidden from anything that might fly over it. It is indeed the old Weapon X facility redesigned and mad habitable. X-Men and Students are initially being brought over through the use of some of X-Jets, but once everyone is situated, the Jets will not be utilized frequently.
Gateway and Eden Fesi will be arriving shortly, and will stay at the facility not only for protection, but to facilitate safe transportation.
Dorm listings may remain the same as the bedrooms on the maps are not numbered--However, there are both single and double rooms available. Rooms are claimed by registering your handprint on the scanner outside the door. You can program it to admit whomever you wish, but generally the doors will only open for a team leader, senior x-men member, or the owner of the room.
You will see a white space in the middle of most of the maps--This is a mezzanine in which characters will actually be able to see from one side to the other. There are railings and force fields for safety purposes. The only exception would be the top floor, which is utilized as a hanger, and the very bottom floor which offers a lighted pool. There is a glass plate to keep students from sending spit wads down to innocent swimmers.
Most of the facility is free access--However some areas are restricted.
1st Floor (Hangar) xxxxxxRestricted Access: The X-Jets, Weaponry, Security Booths 2nd Floor xxxxxxRestricted Access: Emma's Office, Scott's Office, Staff Offices (Unless prior permission has been given.) 3rd, 4th, and 5th Floor Dorms xxxxxxAll Areas Free Access 6th Floor xxxxxxAll Areas Free Access 7th Floor xxxxxxRestricted Access: War Room, Cerebro, Armory, Forge & Dr McCoy's Lab, Holding Cells, ER Exit Area, Surgical Area of Infirmary, Training Sim, Indoor Garden
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Scott's Office - Weapon X Facility Scott thumbed the side of his bruised jaw while reading some of the reports that had been left on his desk. The slight pain he felt was distracting; but the source of his discomfort was even more bothersome. Of all of the students he’d ever taught he’d never expected to be nursing an injury from Isabella Stone. Even as she’d slapped him across the face with lightning speed—He couldn’t believe it. He could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed. Summers wouldn’t forget the look in her eyes for a long time. Betrayal. One day she would understand. The small part of his conscience that felt guilty for the choices he’d made behind her back, as well as extenuating circumstances, kept him from punishing her. He could only hope that this and her confrontation with Elixir was an isolated incident.
“Whoever would have thought that your little kitten is more troublesome than my Narcissa?”, Emma purred from her seated position on the edge of his desk. “I mean, really, darling…What did you do?”
“I told you…I don’t want to talk about it.”, the Headmaster responded gruffly to his partner and fellow colleague. He wasn’t normally so unnerved by the White Queen’s presence but when superiority flowed out of her like a tidal wave; it tended to rub him the wrong way. He could almost feel her probing the surface of his mind for answers. She was enjoying this just a little too much. “It’s been a difficult time for everyone.”
“Speaking of…Are we in agreement about ending the lockdown? We can’t keep hiding Scott.”, Emma changed the subject succinctly as if knowing that repeated mention of one of his favorite protégés would set him off. “McCoy and Forge are certain that any leaks in our system have been plugged—but it’s only a matter of time if S.H.I.E.L.D. has mercenaries like Ghost working for them. They will find us.”
“I know. I’ve been trying to contact Fury ever since S.H.I.E.L.D. showed up but I haven’t heard anything. The only thing we can do is try and put these mercenaries in lock down before they come up with some bright idea to draw us out and someone gets hurt.”, Scott responded carefully. They’d counted a total of five mercenaries spearheading operations to capture or eliminate them with S.H.I.E.L.D. support. Paladin, Crossbones, Ghost, Nuke, and Taskmaster. “I don’t know what bonehead thought he could keep all of them on a leash at the same time...”
“It’s a mistake. They’ll only take orders from S.H.I.E.L.D. for as long as it suits them.”
Emma was quiet for a moment before sliding off the desk. Her white high heels clicked on the floor as she made circled the desk and picked up the phone. “So it’s settled then. We put them in holding and S.H.I.E.L.D loses their pit-bulls. From there—we have the Sentinel program to deal with. Trask is supposed to be presenting his newest creation to Senator Kelly in Times Square this weekend. It’d be best to deal with S.H.I.E.L.D. now.”
Scott nodded his head in agreement—trying to let his mind wrap around what they needed to do while Emma made her phone call. Not for the first time he wondered if refusing the registration act was the right course of action for his students and the people he protected. Remembering the mutant holding facilities, the concentration camps, he knew that right or wrong they didn’t really have any other choice. They’d been backed into a corner. They had to fight.
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Name: Narcissa "Cissa" Grace Codename: Solaris Team: Omega Location: Sim Room - Team Laser Tag
One Week Later...
Brilliant blue eyes took in the New York City skyline. It was dark; but the lights made for a breathtaking view. It made her want to go shopping till her feet felt like they were going to fall off. It was too bad it wasn’t real.
“Hurry up—You’re late.”, she snipped at some of her stragglers with feigned irritation. She made certain to toss blonde hair over her shoulder to emphasize her displeasure. It didn't really matter considering they couldn’t start anyway until their opponents finished patting each other on the butt for good luck. Maybe they even held a prayer circle. She wrinkled her nose. Alphas.
Narcissa gave the sea of black and red that had gathered for her in the Simulation Room a once over. It was early; but not so early that they could really b***h. She was feeling benevolent and as such had decided to bring back a few favored Omega pastimes in lieu of her usual back breaking training simulations. The first, involved shooting things, the second, involved pub stomping alphas. “Unless you’re completely daft you should have already deduced from your gear that we’re going to be playing laser tag. You all have a health bar. Please see the red interface above your head. The bar will get smaller as you lose points. Hitting civilians will also lose you points. When the bar disappears—you are dead. Go sit in a corner and think about how you failed.”
And about how she was going to punish them later.
“Ability use is permitted, however, be mindful that while the Simulation Room will keep you from killing each other, getting blown off of a skyscraper by Peyton will not tickle. Getting punched in the nose by Alice will not count as a face hug. It will bloody hurt.”
“You also may not cause damage to a fellow red health bar. You can beat each other up all you like…But you can’t eliminate your own teammates.”, that warning was specifically for Aren. Although Dom was once again suspended and nowhere to be found—She remembered that they’d decided to eliminate each other to avoid the exercise. Secretly, she was proud of their sneaky ways, but as their leader—she wanted to pummel them into next week. “Your opponents are over there.”
She waved her hand distastefully at the group of Alpha’s that had begun to trickle in. Stone was among them, no doubt giving them some kind of cuddly pep talk. It wasn’t often that they had joint training sessions but it was getting stagnant always pitting teammate against teammate. Narcissa wore her typical high heeled red and black uniform with her mask pushed up into her hair. She’d pull it down once the session began.
The Simulation Room seemed to contain the entirety of a New York City block. It was more or less accurate. There were people watching TV and walking their dogs. If she was understanding things right she could also see a drug deal going down on a corner. They stood on a hill that probably didn’t exist but it gave them all even footing to start with.
“Your goal is to eliminate anyone with a glowing blue bits on their uniform. It’s very easy. See an Alpha, crush an Alpha.”, she explained with a shrug. The concept was easy. If her team couldn’t grasp that she wanted them to bury each and every person wearing black and blue they were suffering a touch of the downs. “The winners get a cookie…While the losers have to scrub and wax the X-Jet inside and out.”
Emma had seemed very adamant on keeping the teams active. As par usual she was never a fountain of information; but her insistence on it made the Omega leader accept several quick facts. Her mentor was preparing them for something. It was going to suck. Soon.
“Any questions?”
The Omega’s had better pray that they didn’t somehow manage to screw this up. If she had to get near some gross sponge and clean the dirt off of something bloody equally nasty—she was definitely going to beat one of them to death with a bucket. To death, with a bucket.
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His desire to vent his frustrations in a the way he knew best, was dashed rather quickly as he entered the Danger Room. Expecting the dull metallic interior of the room, he was surprised by the sudden shift from the concrete bunker to a sunny tropical locale. Bella and an individual who was now known as Finn sat in the artificially induced sunlight. Finn was quick to his feet, but Bella had taken a bit, utilizing the newcomer’s help in getting off the ground. He received introductions from Bella about the new guy. He remarked on the nice change of scenery, she informed him that she thought it was a good idea to bring the sun to them given their circumstances.
Concern had grown from both Finn and Bella over his injury. He could imagine that Bella might not be too thrilled over Elixir taking the initiative in disciplining him, but in truth it was a bit more complicated. Gabriel didn’t mind the situation, as he frankly felt he deserved worse. He’d gotten shot for going off the reservation during a mission where he was likely more needed to deal with enemy fire. As their leader walked away, he heard her ask in an… echo, so to speak, if his injury was bothering him that badly.
