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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 8:21 pm
"Maybe the encyclopedias I threw at him finished him off it won't change his condition," continued Wanda, annoyed. She seriously hoped she wouldn't have to help them around the house. She had more important things to do.
"Look, I'm not from this place but if I were you, I would stay away from this mansion until that soul eating guy is out of here. I will not play bodyguards with you."
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 8:21 pm
Sith Kitten ooc: might i remind everyone to take a look at the rules -_- theyve just been updated. No one needs to get snippy. Im the one pms'ing not anyone else ( that i know of ) OOC: *raises a hand* I am too... >>;; So that makes two of us... >>;;
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 8:25 pm
Jack_Hawksmoor Sith Kitten ooc: might i remind everyone to take a look at the rules -_- theyve just been updated. No one needs to get snippy. Im the one pms'ing not anyone else ( that i know of ) OOC: Then why am I the one demanding ice cream and chocolate? OOC: Because I've got a bowl of chocolate covered Ice Cream right here... *triumphantly raises her bowl in the air! ^^*
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 8:29 pm
ooc: cause if i eat ice cream or anything that contains sugar or caffine. or is even remotely cool my ovaries will explode.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 8:29 pm
Inuki_Star "Maybe the encyclopedias I threw at him finished him off it won't change his condition," continued Wanda, annoyed. She seriously hoped she wouldn't have to help them around the house. She had more important things to do. "Look, I'm not from this place but if I were you, I would stay away from this mansion until that soul eating guy is out of here. I will not play bodyguards with you." Finding her way back, seemingly unsatisfied with her surrounding, she overheard the chatter about the passing of the infamous Xavior. She let out a huff and leaned against the wall to think. She thought in silence and listened to the boy, feeling his pain of the loss in a similar emotion, though she didn't express it. With a huff, she stood back up and shoved her hands in her pockets once more. "Hey!" she called out to the boy. "If you need temperary housing, I have an extra room back in town." She waited for a reply in almost an impatient manner.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 8:31 pm
Sith Kitten ooc: cause if i eat ice cream or anything that contains sugar or caffine. or is even remotely cool my ovaries will explode. OOC: I only get that way with coffee... x.x And I luffers teh coffee... so PMS = Eternal Week Of Hell.... for me anyways... >>;;
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 8:35 pm
Kylinari Inuki_Star "Maybe the encyclopedias I threw at him finished him off it won't change his condition," continued Wanda, annoyed. She seriously hoped she wouldn't have to help them around the house. She had more important things to do. "Look, I'm not from this place but if I were you, I would stay away from this mansion until that soul eating guy is out of here. I will not play bodyguards with you." Finding her way back, seemingly unsatisfied with her surrounding, she overheard the chatter about the passing of the infamous Xavior. She let out a huff and leaned against the wall to think. She thought in silence and listened to the boy, feeling his pain of the loss in a similar emotion, though she didn't express it. With a huff, she stood back up and shoved her hands in her pockets once more. "Hey!" she called out to the boy. "If you need temperary housing, I have an extra room back in town." She waited for a reply in almost an impatient manner. He turned to the girl, fire in his eye. "I don't need you or ANYONE else! I needed Xavior to help me! No one else could!" He huffed in anger as his hands trembled, all the hope he had put into Xavior, all the fufilled dreams he hoped to realize gone by the passing of one man. He clinched his fist as he looked down. "I don't need you... I don't need anyone..."
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 8:40 pm
"Oh great... You know, my friend Freya could tell you anything you want and unlike Xavier, she won't lied to you," Wanda told him with bitterness. She was still hold a grudge to Xavier for leaving her at the asylum. "She can tell you anything you want."
But from the look the boy gave her, she assumed he just wanted Xavier. "You know what? I don't care about your little problem."
"That could be troublesome..." said a dark and deep voice echoing in the room.
Wanda quickly turned around to see a cloaked figure walking down the stairs. He was giving her the chills.
"I'm hungry for souls and it just happens that I like angry ones," the figure said.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 8:41 pm
AshtonBlack He turned to the girl, fire in his eye. "I don't need you or ANYONE else! I needed Xavior to help me! No one else could!" He huffed in anger as his hands trembled, all the hope he had put into Xavior, all the fufilled dreams he hoped to realize gone by the passing of one man. He clinched his fist as he looked down. "I don't need you... I don't need anyone..." Her persona seemed to soften immediately. "That's what I used to think too..." Her voice was soft and quite as she pulled a small pack of matches from her pocket and stared upon it a moment, eyeing the symbol of a downtown club upon it's label. She tapped them on her fingertips a moment then stuck it in his pocket as she walked by, back towards the door. "I'm in the back alleyway... third door on the left..." She left without another word, her hands in her pockets once again as she headed back to her "home" as she called it.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 9:45 pm
Jamie had woken up, exausted from the danger room. But he instantly felt that something was wrong. Something was missing from the mansion. What the hell is it. . . Jamie jumped to his feet and started to look around.
He had been wandering around the mansion for awhile when he heard a cold voice call out.
"I'm hungry for souls and it just happens that I like angry ones,"
The ********. . .? Jamie glanced up to see a dark cloaked figure walking towards a girl that had been in the savage land. The really angry one. s**t. . . Dark hooded guy has his back to me. . . I can't attack him in the back. But he feels so. . . Jamie shook his head and yelled before charging towards the figure.
OOC: Inuki, sorry if this messes anything up. If it does I can delete it.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 9:03 am
ooc: ah, lil bit of online time before it's taken over again... lol. quite a bit of mischief. and i've discovered... that parents and grandparents suck the life out of you.
ic: Regina looked at Penny. "You were ignored hun... but let's head to the professor's office and see what is going on. Since you called for us to assmeble there in the first place. You coming with Mr... I'm sorry I've forgotten your name."
~probably becaus eyou were too busy staring at him to realize what he was saying....~ she thought to herself, sighing mentally. She hated that she was getting caught up over a guy that obviously had no interest in her. She'd just dismiss it and concentrate on the eerie feeling going on.
Gen looked back at alanna. "What do we do...? He's not dead, but without his soul...."
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 9:53 am
Jack_Hawksmoor Pietro smiled at the doorway as one of the new X-men seemed to finally have caught onto him. "Detective," he said in a deep voice, keeping out of sight. "I see you have discovered my pressence, a most noteworthy feat..." Morgan looked around, obviously confused. Never one to dwell on one thing for too long, though, Pietro quickly appeared beside him, his newfound armor glimmering in the flourescent lighting of the room. "Did you like my Ras Al Guhl impression? Sure, he's only appeared in a few of the Batman cartoons but I hear he's gonna be the badguy in the new movie too? Isn't that cool? I mean I'm no comic geek but DAMN I love a good villain. By the way the name's Pietro, but call me Quicksilver. If dad has his way, we'll be phasing out those foolish human names of ours, and adopt the whole principle of self-awareness, including our names. But then again I'm getting ahead of myself here, I am talking to one of the 'roadblocks' after all." Not giving Morgan a chance to speak, Pietro sped past him, swiping the "evidence" away. "And to think I switched to that salon-conditioner last week. ******** French, I was probably just too perfect for them to handle, wouldn't be the first time. So I guess destroying this wouldn't help me keep myself under wraps now, would it? So what solution do you see to this little predicament?" Pietro asked, cracking his knuckles. "Let me geuss. A super-violent comic book battle? Hang on, let me make sure I've got my kunai," Morgan says, holding up one finger, and rifling through his pockets. "Yep, they're here. So where were we? Oh yes, the inflicting of bodily harm upon each other," Morgan adds, brushing a few strands of his hair out of his face.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 10:20 am
Before Morgan had a chance to finish his sentence, Pietro was beside him, an armor-plated elbo thrusting right into the side of his head. However, much to his annoyance, the blow bounced harmlessly off an invisible force field.
"Hmm what do we have here?" Pietro asked as he zipped around Morgan several dozen times, poking at his forcefield in the most annoying, and at times almost homoerotic manner. "An omni-directional forcefield, able to repel any normal force with another force equal in magnitude and yet opposite in direction. Why this could do some real damage if I were to actually try and punch you! Send my arm clear off, what a shame what a shame..."
In the blink of an eye, the window overlooking the Danger Room shattered, and with speed beyond even superhuman, Pietro wrapped his arm around Morgan's neck, and dangled him above the Danger room floor. The drop was at least three stories, and the machinery at the bottom would make for a nasty fall.
"I wonder though," asked Pietro, "Just how much you've had a chance to test this thing."
And with that, Pietro let go.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 12:43 pm
Jogging up the road, he could see the institute in the distance. Just a little further...nooo need to panic! But he was panicking, he had lost his black coat somwhere in the centre of town, he was absolutely exhausted and oh yeah. The two golden wings that were connected to his back were sticking out for everyone to see!
Speeding up, and half stumbling in the process, Matt pushed all of his thoughts to the back of his head. Well most of them. And she chose to get sick recently, ruined a perfect record! And she was half delerious the whole time...kept saying that Gabriel had come to save her...thought I was an angel!
Within metres of the institutes walls he idly waved his hand and carried on running as a flight of slightly transparent golden stairs appeared ahead of him, allowing him to run straight over the gate. Slowing down now, he took his first real chance to catch his breath and take a look around him. He'd been gone for a while, a friend of his taking sick and someone contacting him from the letters he had sent had led to him returning to Greece.
But hopefully not everyone had forgotten him, he was in no mood for fights if whoever opened the door felt him dangerous, and from the blood that stained his white shirt from a cut across his side, the present of an anti mutant supporter, and bruising on his fists where he had to get up close...well he just hoped someone remembered him.
Knocking on the door loudly several times, he turned and waited. Leaning back against the wall beside the front door.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 1:49 pm
"Never underestimate me," Morgan managed to croak out before Pietro let go of him three stories above the Danger Room floor. Just as Pietro let go, however, Morgan arm shot out with the speed and reflexes borne of his mastery of Ninjutsu, and he grabbed on to Pietro's leg, dragging him along with him.
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