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 Posted: Sun May 21, 2017 4:56 am
 LOCATION: LOUNGE // COMPANY: BLAKE, COLLIN, ALEX, ZAHL // THOUGHTS: WELL... NOW THIS IS HAPPENING // MUSIC: POISON // CLOTHES: XX
This is a fight to the d e a t h,xxxxxxxx
Our holy war,xx
A new romance,xxxxxxxxxxx
A trojan whorexxxxx
We will, we will, we will rise again
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This is a f i g h t for the day,xxxxx
Night,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Black and whitexxxxxxxx
A victory dance,xxxxxx
A burning riotxxxxxxxxxxxx
We will, we will, we will r i s e again
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2017 5:27 am
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2017 2:35 pm
 Cᴏʟʟɪɴ TᴀᴛʜᴇʀsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAᴍᴘTᴇᴀᴍ Aʟᴘʜᴀ :: Fᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ Happy/Slightly Embarrassed/Feeling like an idiot :: Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Lounge ::Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ Alex/Alice/Blake/Techno-path dude :: Wᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ After Simulation :: Iɴ Hᴇʀ Hᴇᴀᴅ At least no more werewolves... :: Collin had no idea of other people in the room- her excitement at seeing Alex put the blinders on. She was just happy to see her okay after how they were when they got separated during the sim. She could read the girl's face as embarrassed but she did sound happy to see her as well. The southern gentleman with the guitar called her Alex's fan, which made Collin become a bit flustered herself, "Oh sorry I'm not-!" she stopped signing mid sentence realizing this was a joke. She covered her face when Alex went along with the joke and suggested Collin was her fan. She let go of her face and turned her music player off, realizing the rock was still blaring from the headset. She said she wasn't interrupting and that more so they were intruding upon Blake, who she guessed was the southern gent sitting right now. She waved to him in greeting, "Nice to meet you," and turned to the other blonde, now she looked really cool, hearing the name Alice and gave her a wave as well. She really had no idea who they were, but they weren't with the Alphas before the sim started so they must be Omegas, but she's only assuming.
Suddenly an alarm went off, causing Collin to jump from surprise and plasma secreted from her hands, shoulders and a little bit on her neck, sudden noise sucked. She started balling it together before it hit the ground as sprinklers began raining down. She quickly raised the pale yellow plasma into the air, like she was tossing a pizza, and spread it over herself, Alex, and stretched over to get Blake safely underneath too- it'd be a huge shame for such a nice guitar to get water damaged. Alice was welcome to take shelter too, but she had already put her hoodie up, maybe she was okay?
Sudden noises sucked but at least her powers could help make a decent umbrella. While she pulled a pole like form from the disc shape to actually hold it up like an umbrella they were mentioning a techno-path, the guy that was over the intercom when the sim had changed. Actually Alex noticed he was sitting just a ways away from them.
She nodded in agreement with Alex when she said he made made an interesting introduction, it would be one of the best pranks ever if this was a normal school, though she just fought with a werewolf so maybe this was still pretty epic as far as introductions went. She however shook her finger and head simultaneously with what Alex said next, taking out her phone and texting one handed, "No way you were aWesme! I should be saying that I got thrown around like a ragdoll by a dogman DX" A few spelling errors but good enough. She felt it true, despite not having as physical of powers as others Alex was really collected during the sim and it at least kept Collin from panicking.
Before she could create too serious of a tone she went and typed another note, "Bet he make a grot DJ," she grinned thinking about it. A techno-path would be pretty great to see at a station. Alice, after making a comment about not wearing white, called Zaphiel over to them, maybe he could stop the waterworks before they had to swim to their rooms. Zaphiel, also really cool name, seemed a little zoned out, like it wasn't raining indoors. Along with Alice Collin pulled a small clump from the umbrella plasma, making a hole and the water coming through. She spread some over the hole to hide it then threw the ball and mid air it form into a paper airplane shape. It cut through the sprinkler water and slid into Zaph's lap. Collin pumped her fist and smiled, "Yes perfect landing!" However it quickly popped once it had landed, making a sound like a pop rock and a fire cracker made a baby. Collin cringed and watched shocked, and feeling like an idiot, 'Oops...'
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2017 8:02 am
  
She crinkled her nose at Katerina’s question and shook her head. “Oh trust me, it’s a good thing.” In reality she felt bad for Raine… there was no way she’d be able to deal with having a significant other that flirtatious. Even if Felix meant nothing by it… she would have felt more than insecure in the spark-plug’s shoes.
The simulation made the game a little more fair in the way of her abilities…. And while she understood that they needed to give each team a fighting chance, in real life her shield would stop a bullet. “Throw them like rag dolls.” Giving her bestie a thumbs up, her blue eyes sparkled with mirth.
The buildings started falling, and Katerina pushed them the other direction, insisting that those on that part of the field could handle themselves. She might have protested, but Christian howling was enough to pull their attention away. Deciding to split up to save Alex and Collin, Katerina transformed into a tiger to face the werewolf, and she darted toward the building near the girls.
Gabe asked for her opinion, and she couldn’t hide the shock that crossed her expression. Virtually the only person who ever asked for input and didn’t just toss out orders for the telekinetic to follow, was Katerina. He seemed like he wanted to comment, but the hesitation most certainly came from a place of: now wasn’t the time.
Peyton’s wind started whirling toward them and the blond glanced over at her partner for the exercise. Throwing up a shield, she pushed back. “Stay close. She won’t be able to knock us over. And let me know when you have a good shot, I’ll drop the barrier long enough for you to make one.”
Tempted to throw the Omega windbag across the stage, she braced herself to do so when the simulation melted into a more serene field. “The beach?” She asked, clearly confused. The voice overhead explained, and she relaxed and smiled demurely at Gabriel. “I guess so… but usually I just block them with an invisible wall.” She said in response to ‘rolling with the punches.’
“Let’s go check on Kat.”
Looking over Alex and Collin she nodded in greeting. “Are you guys okay?” But as soon as she saw the bloody mess of her best friend, nothing else seemed to matter. “Kat!”
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Guilt seemed to ooze out of every pore when she caught sight of her best friend. “Next time… I don’t care who is at stake…” She growled, emulating the more feral side of her roomie. “We’re sticking together.” Scott had instructed them to hit the showers, but doing so could wait. “Medbay first.” She said, glaring up at the speaker, as though this whole thing was Scott’s fault. Obviously, she hadn’t forgiven the man fully for how he had treated Katerina after her fight with Leo and Bella.
Without letting her protest, Aurie held onto Katerina’s arm and dragged her all the way to Elixir.
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iPixie Bunni Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2017 6:21 pm
 
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§ Location: Lounge
§ Thoughts: Oops, seems I made a few people mad.
§ Others: Marcel, Black, Alice, Collin, and Alexanddra
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INDENT"§" Zaphiel had been fully immersed in learning about the network in the mansion to notice many changes or alerts. He was so excited to see new languages of coding and computing that it was actively advancing his powers capabilities, much like how actively hacking into the Danger Room simulation pushed his abilities. Then he started hearing people, then he felt it. Water. He blinked a few times to taking in his surroundings and various levels of wet. A yellow light was nearby, and he quickly took the time to access the system and try to find what triggered the fire suppressant systems. Someone had cooked, and hadn't paid close enough attention. He took the time to access a few other files on the people he could see nearby: Marcel was hydrokinetic, Collin was sonokinetic, Alice could control seismic energy, Blake was leptokinetic, and Alexandra could adapt her senses. Useful to know. Team affiliations were also in those files, but he didn't dig too deep. After about a minute the alarms, spinklers, and foam guns stopped throughout the facility, except the room of origin. Zaphiel stood up and took his shirt off to wring it out, all while smiling. "Wish I hadn't been caught up on cat videos to notice the fire alarm go off before the sprinklers hit. Sorry about all the water guys, especially to you Blake. Water isn't very good for guitars. Though..." Zaphiel walked over to Marcel and snatched the book from him. "There is someone here who could have helped a bit more than just me, isn't that right, Tsunami?" Zaphiel really was fairly relaxed and non chalant about being shirtless. In all honesty, he was close to removing his pants to dry them out, but a lot of people here had American sensibilities, not German, where nakedness was more common and just accepted.
INDENT"§" He would release the book to Marcel after his likely attempt to snatch it back and would look at Alice. "You can let your team leader know that the alarms have been localized to the culprit of the burnt food, if she wants to let loose her temper. Name is Zaphiel, feel free to call me Zaph though, easier and shorter." Zaphiel started trying to fish through the systems, when something started to push him out. He cocked his head. That was really odd. Then it clicked. The system was learning, or someone was pushing it to learn to keep him out of important systems and information. Made sense. Until he could voluntarily access information instead of just automatically surfing through networks, it was safer to just keep him out. "Who wants to go to the pool? We're wet already, and I have no idea if there is a system of automatic drying except for Omega Leader Solaris turning on her lights." He access his phone and sent Bella a text, quietly. "Hey, a quick 'I'm sorry.' if I got you in trouble. I get the feeling Cyclops isn't fond of the stunt I pulled as an entrance." Zaphiel would also follow up some conversation with thanking Alexandra for her well wishing on her way out of the door of the Sim earlier. "Alexandra, thanks for the support earlier. Sorry I was kind of aloof. Hacking into the highly advanced and complex computer systems kinda takes a lot of attention, so almost everything I said was very rehearsed." He smiled, and let the conversation flow a bit. He was new, and wanted to get to know these people.
[[OOC - If edits are required, let me know. I am slowly working back into writing super big posts, and i feel this is super super small.]]
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2017 8:19 pm
 
Daylia couldn’t help but groan as they tried to accept the loss of their personal chefs. It was going to be had, especially in the underground bunker, to find anyone else that could cook as well as them. And possibly even harder to convince them to cook for the pair.
Daylia couldn’t help but laugh as they moved on to Felix’s possible sexual hangups. "He seems like he would be a freak." D pointed out, though if it really had any real standing she wasn’t sure, but it was always fun to speculate. "The only thing I hope for the kid is that with his energy levels and speed, he isn’t a one minute man. That would be incredibly sad."
It wasn't long before their fearless leader put them on guard duty, and subsequently knocking some wind out of her friend's sails. It always came back to the Georgia-born woman's husband. It wasn’t the first time D wished that she could rid the woman of him and his memory for good. She tried her best though to cheer Gracie up. "Well, if he does, I’d love to have a crack at him, maybe actually fulfill my heart ripping out threat." He certainly deserved it. Her jaw clicked for a moment. "Or ya know, just hang on to you, and let you have the honors."
She at least knew that she could phase people with her now. Hell, maybe her power would even prevent a telepath from getting into either of their heads. She would have to ask Frost to do a few trial runs.
They were interrupted by the news that they should stay away from the buildings. Deafening noises surrounded them as they began to come down. "Maybe, but it still doesn’t seem like a good choice." She said frowning.
Of course with the talk of Blake and his powers, D became slightly jealous. Gracie brought up Kitty, and it worked slightly. The only thing she really wished was that she could do something other than stealth stuff. Something damaging. "Yeah, maybe. If my powers ever decide to expand." She said as she held her hand up in front of her face and watched it fade in and out.
Not that her power didn’t have its usages. There were probably a lot of people that envied her for them. But like the saying went, the grass is always greener on the other side.
It took a minute to find their charge, and once they did, D immediately began to rag on him. It was just the way she was. "Ohhh Pom-pom!" She said, taking a liking to the name. "It’s like a dog too." She pointed out.
This was probably why she didn’t have very many friends.
"I love it, that okay with you Pom-pom?" She asked looking to the boy. Not that his response would actually matter much.
They stood debating on the fog for a moment, their new recruit likening the situation to a horror movie, and in D fashion she couldn’t help but state the obvious. "Hey, you know I’m right. Not my fault it’s a widely accepted trope. Who am I to change it?" She said, folding her arms over her chest defensively.
D watched as Gracie tried to use the new addition as a guinea pig. "Oh, yell at me for pointing out the obvious, but please use the poor kid to experiment on." Her head cocked to the side, a wide grin on her face.
Yeah, these were totally the reason she didn’t have more friends.
"Oh you’re excellent with explosions, there is no denying that." She said watching the hex witch trying to work her magic. Her explosion was one reason they had made it out of the mall unscathed.
Unfortunately, they never got to take down any Alpha’s, at least not before the simulation environment changed. Her eyes wandered their new surroundings trying to figure out what was going on. There was a new kid that seemed to be claiming that he was the one who changed it. He had invited them to sit, but D simply raised her gun and tried to fire at him. But nothing happened. "Maybe? These things aren't working anymore." She said, shaking the gun in her hand. "But I do hope it is. I don’t want to be on the bad side of that bet."
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The pair had decided to retire back to a movie marathon after the botched simulation, starting off with Nightmare on Elm Street. Gracie had excused herself, and D paused the movie. The hex master was supposed to be getting them some popcorn. She kept watching the clock, wondering what was taking the woman so long.
After what Daylia deemed to be too long, she got up determined to check on her partner in crime. Halfway to the kitchen though, the alarms began to blare. "Ah s**t." She mumbled, picking up her pace.
As she neared the kitchen she began to smell the burnt aroma. "Dude, what the hell did you do?" She asked as she entered the room, her hand fanning the air in front of her face. To avoid getting wet, she went intangible as she looked at the scene.
Another new face was in the room with the Georgia peach. She cocked an eyebrow at the woman. "Please tell me this is his fault." She said pointing to Cameron.
A frown appear on her face as Narcissa’s voice echoed over their coms. "Well, s**t." They needed a way to pin this on someone else. Preferably an Alpha. "Please tell me he’s an Alpha and can be your patsy." She said as she went invisible. "Either way, we should probably run… Or you should."
Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Greenhouse ---> Gym
Ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ: ******** this s**t.
Ｗｉｔｈ: Gracie and newb
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)(Over.Dose.On.Cyanide)( Crew
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2017 12:59 am
  XX【 】 Name: Alexander Magnus XX【 】 Codename: Wraith XX【 】 Team Affiliation: Alpha XX【 】 Location: Med Bay to Danger Room, and eventually the Pool XX【 】 Actions: Practiced till power exhaustion, went to pool, slipped in and started to simply float
Once the medical systems did their work, Wraith couldn’t help but sigh in relief. It wasn’t as if his breathing was labored, but a pervasive ache in his ribs just made it annoyingly uncomfortable. The repair of his body did not take long, if for no better reason than he really wasn’t all that hurt. As he stepped out into the hall, he stopped and had to think for a minute. What to do now? He wanted to be part of the team- but he also needed to be worth the effort. With a pensive look on his face, he lifted his right hand and made a slow fist. The tightness in his skin, the feel of muscles pulling on the closed appendage, and then the slow release with a sound of ease in his glove made him think about his situation. More than anything else, he was a newcomer to the simulation. Who knows how long they had practiced? The city presented was in ruins- meaning either the simulation was designed to throw them into chaos, or the participants were already that powerful. Wraith was disturbed by the encounter with Chevalier. Based on that information that fight . . . it was the former. He was dealing with powerhouses. He was a trickster, an illusionist walking among titans. At least, that was how he felt. His power set was best for subterfuge and melee. And yet, when he was in a locale that was perfectly suited to his liking, he still failed. The rational part of his brain told him all the same excuses again. Chevalier was a veteran. His polar opposite in build and tactics. They fought to a standstill. With a scowl down the hall, the part of him that was based in pride and drive was dissatisfied.
Wraith had not decided to break down and get out of his battle attire. A form-fitting black suit, lined with bandoleers and pocket belts across his chest in an X, a belt across his waist, and bands across his biceps and upper thighs. Each one lined with various pockets so that he could carry a wide assortment of little trinkets. Some were for combat like stun grenades with very limited range. Others were designed for his unique power set. Lights of various strengths to cast shadows. None of them were lethal, or even all that harmful because he didn’t want them used against the one carrying them. He was cautious to the point of paranoia. Despite all the preparation, camouflage, and a perfect environment . . . he failed to beat his only opponent. One-on-one. That gnawed at his pride and core. He should have won. He was supposed to! All this time he practiced his power in his room or off to the side, and he still didn’t win. In his head, he had two choices. Accept defeat and know he isn’t good enough yet, or keep fighting to get better. The mutant knew which one his hero would do. He retraced his steps and didn’t know if anybody saw him. Wraith needed to be better. What if he had to take on legendary names like Sabertooth? Juggernaut? Before long, a healed and determined young man returned to the danger room. He lacked the authority to turn the thing on, but the door still opened for him. At the moment, that was all he really needed. Without thinking, he entered and heard the door close behind him. Devoid of power to the simulation systems, the room was open and remarkably empty. Pristine. Quiet.
Wraith moved to the middle of the room and looked at the Spartan arena. He started with the simplest thing he could. Shapes. He really didn’t try any constructs other than a tendril and a humanoid outline during the exercise. He needed to be better. Before him, he created a sphere, one of the most basic possible shapes. About the size of a basketball, it hovered in the air devoid of any weight. It was only an absence of light. He stared at it and knew this wasn’t enough. Slowly, the shape began to alter and morph. From a sphere it became a pyramid, then a cube. Cylinder. After that, he went to a set of dice to make ever more sides. Starting with a d4, he went up through the list. After that first die came the cube again for a d6. Then he went through the d8, d10, and 12. At the end, he had a 20-sided shape and knew that he still was just playing. If he was ever to do better, he needed more. So, he dropped the shadow and began to work on various weapons. His current limit was two items, and limited space, so he created a large circular shield, not unlike the Spartan designs of old on his left arm. Light actually glinted off the surface as it took on a physical resistance. In his right hand, he created an oriental blade. One that was curved with a single-edge. It also had a glint in the room, reflecting just a hint of light to show it was physical. Thus created the first problem. How could he train his powers if the room was off? He decided it was not unlike a game of chess. Sometimes . . . you have to play yourself. Wraith mentally moved his constructs and began attacking the shield with the sword. An odd reverberating gong-like sound filled the air with each strike. He felt them in his mind. He felt the sword react to an impact. He felt the force on the shield with each blow. Still, he had to keep going. Again and again, he struck the shield as hard as he could. After only a few blows, the sword shattered like glass. Wraith winced- and made a new blade. A minute later, the shield shattered. It seemed that when the constructs reached their breaking point this was how they died.
It went on and on, Wraith refusing to give up. He had no idea if this was helping, but his need to improve making, maneuvering, and enduring his constructs drove him further and further. Sweat formed on his brow after a while. It was exhausting him. He pushed further. His body was tired, and he felt the urge to stop, but he shook his head violently and pushed forward. After nearly an hour, he launched the blade at the shield yet again with a counter-move of a shield bash. Both constructs faded into nothingness rather than shatter. The shadows were failing. Wraith muttered his denial with a “No!” and tried again. And again. After several more attempts to make his constructs he had to give up. Each attempt was poorer in quality until he just could only make blobs of darkness in the air. He had reached his limit as well. It infuriated him, but he had to stop. Drained, and perhaps a bit down on himself, Wraith moved out of the room. He needed to relax, needed to unwind. Without thinking, he ended up at the pool area and gave in to the temptation.
A quick five minutes, and he was out of his suit and into a more appropriate pair of trunks. They were far from trendy, as this place was never made for fashion. Instead, he entered the room where several others were engrossed in their own world, and quietly slipped into the deepest end of the pool. Perhaps he was antisocial, but he could coexist. In the water, he felt his own buoyancy keep him mostly afloat, and he just closed his eyes and floated on his back. Long, slow, steady breaths kept his blood full of oxygen, and his body at the surface of the water. His arms and legs hung half-way as they relaxed. Wraith allowed his mind to go blank, trying to drown out the self-determined abuse with just thoughts of floating. He felt each whim of the water on his skin and the ambient noise of conversations around him. It was difficult to avoid the nagging thoughts that plagued him, even in the water. He should have won.
 
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2017 7:01 am
Rectify Training Simulation to Garden  The anxiousness and concern for her general well-being was as plain to see as the darkness blanketing the earth at night. If his stance and tone weren't evident enough then the heavy pounding of his heart would certainly tip the beautiful but deadly siren off. He'd already paralyzed one person with what everyone here liked to refer to as his 'gift', the last thing he needed was to lengthen what already felt like an endless list. The damage he was capable of was permanent, hardly something he could bring himself to regard as a 'gift'.
"I'm relieved to see you're alright, you were definitely taking a bit of a gamble where my abilities are concerned. Don't think it could get much worse than accidentally crushing the Alpha team lead for my first team exercise."
Isabella's response did little to ease the anxiety of the concerned country boy. He visibly grimaced at her response, uncertainty and displeasure assailing his generally calm demeanor. While it didn't sit right with him to allow Bella off on her own, he knew he had little choice in the matter. Not to mention the fact she was probably more capable of taking care of herself than he was anyway. That fact ate at him a little and happened to be one of very the few reasons why he'd even left his former life to begin with. If he could learn to control his ability and use it to protect others and attempt to make up for the damage he'd already caused then the hardship would be worth it. Perhaps, in its twisted way, paralyzing Holly had been the catalyst fate decided he'd needed in order to bring him here to the academy.
While Bella gracefully made her way to the ground, Lachlan's own way lacked the grace Bella's did. He simply slid, grappled and jumped until he was able to safely drop to the ground, feeling much like a free falling monkey behind the glass of a zoo exhibit. Only his exhibit was the size and scale of New York city.
Once making his way to the ground, Lachlan was quick to regroup with Bella, failing to prevent Aftershock's escape. As was typical of the farm kid, he was quick to blame himself for his shortcomings, only to have Bella playfully reprimand him.
Despite his disappointment in himself, Bella's cheerful comment was enough to draw a smile out of him. He placed his hands in the air to let her know he knew he was guilty and playfully commented on her choice of punishment, "Alright, alright. Although I've always enjoyed being outside more than watching t.v. anyway."
Just as Bella advised it was best for them not to be there, the danger room environment abruptly shifted as if someone had heard her comment and chose to intervene. He felt like a cartoon character transitioning from one scene to another, perhaps a bit like Alice when she fell down the rabbit hole. There was the ever slightest hint of vertigo as he looked up and realized they were no longer in New York.
Lachlan was about to turn to Bella for an explanation, perplexion causing his brow to scrunch, when he was cut off by an unfamiliar voice. The voice's explanation coupled with Bella's soft spoken reaction were enough for the super strong mutant to piece everything together. The mystery alpha spoke what he assumed was German, based on the harshness of the pronunciation that tended to be almost exclusive to the language. Perhaps a foreign exchange student?
He finally eased up a little as Bella's reaction confirmed that the voice was, in fact, on their team. However, before they were able to enjoy much of the altered simulated environment, everything was shut down and they were instructed to hit the showers and not wear anything fancy.
The strong mutant sighed as events decided to, yet again, prevent him from speaking one on one with Bella pertaining to his conversation with Kat. He could tell Bella wasn't thrilled with the outcome of returning to Scott's office so he decided to offer a cheerful parting, "Good luck in there. By the way, once you're free, I still needed to talk to you about something important. Preferably as soon as possible. It's nothing to stress over but there is an urgency to it, so if you could let me know when you're able to talk for a couple minutes, I'd really appreciate it. And again, good luck in there."
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Lachlan decided the garden seemed as safe a place as any to have a private conversation since it rarely seemed occupied, a phenomenon he actually found strange considering the entire facility was buried beneath snow. Maybe he was just one of the strange ones who felt claustrophobic when contemplating the fact they were almost constantly underground. He wasn't even one hundred percent sure if there was such a thing as summer in this place.
Thinking about the seasons began to remind him of home, the farm. Perhaps it was a little stereotypical of the olden days but his mother always made fresh apple pies in the summer once the crab apple trees next to the house had ripened. Or how the family had their yearly ritual of trail riding in the spring once the snow thawed. Life on the farm was simple, possibly bland to some, but Lachlan always found himself reminiscing about it whenever he wasn't there. Of course, it was a lot of work to maintain: mowing acres upon acres of grass for hours on end, operating the combine, the list of chores never seemed to end on the farm.
While some people were not particularly hands on or didn't care for the amount of maintenance that went into caring for farm land, Lachlan had grown up living it while enjoying it. He had always enjoyed spending time outside, whether it was essentially being his own boss while doing chores or simply lounging about and being one with nature while reading a book. Along with the outdoors aspect, keeping busy and knowing there was always something to do was oddly soothing to him.
Subconsciously, he'd found himself inspecting the various species of flowers among the garden in attempts to see if there were any he recognized. While he couldn't say he specialized in flowers, his mother had always enjoyed gardening and had made a point of having flower beds near the house and had made a small point in briefly educating him on basics. At the very least he knew there were perennials and annuals and the names of a few species, such as the basic but pretty dual coloured petunias he took note of.
He wasn't left on his own to admire the flowers horribly long, however, since he'd finally managed to lock Bella down long enough to agree to hear him out. It was definitely a relief he'd finally managed to catch her. The weight of the conversation he'd had with Kat prior was a heavy burden for one who knew they had to take her words to heart. If Kat said she was going to do something, he knew full well she eventually would, one way or another, regardless of consequences. When her promise was something as dire as harming someone else, Lachlan knew he had to remain vigilant at all times.
"So not to steer this conversation down to doom and gloom street but I'm sure you recall me having a brief conversation with Kat. I know you were preoccupied with other things at the time but I just wanted to: a) make sure you're alright, and b) set up a system in the event she tries something funky. Since she can shapeshift and she knows I'm hell bent on assuring she doesn't hurt you, I don't want her to use that against you so I wanted to come up with a way to confirm I'm actually me."
The last thing he wanted to do was reopen old wounds but the purpose of the conversation was to assure he didn't create new ones. The road to hell, after all, had been paved with good intentions and he wanted to take all countermeasures he possibly could to avoid that road. He wore his heart on his sleeve, unfortunately and had been more than frank about his intentions with Kat, the last thing he needed was for her to use that against Bella.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2017 12:09 am
 ❤ Ｔｅａｍ: ALPHA ❤ Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Indoor Gardens ❤ 
----Training Sim
Why was it that she couldn’t respond to Blake anymore? When had it happened that she couldn’t tell him what was actually on her mind? They’d known one another through the best and worst of times. Yet, with one small sentence…Everything had shattered. Trust, faith, respect, friendship…All gone. Her heart felt like it was eating itself whole. She felt sick. Rotten to the core. If she somehow managed to slice her skin open in this simulation she wouldn’t have been shocked to see her blood run black. Slow, decomposing, acrid, with the consistency of tar.
Everything was piling up. The bigger picture, for the longest time, was all that she let herself feel. It seemed safer. Then Leo. Then Kat. Now Blake. She felt dead inside.
Her eyes tore from where she could hear the Omega’s disappearing to. If she were fighting anyone else—she might have been amused at how quickly they retreated. She hadn’t even screamed at them and yet it was all they could talk about. How her voice made their ears ring. Blake should know better than anyone. If she’d hit them with a true sonic scream, instead of a half-assed sonic wave, their ears would have done a lot more than ring.
Luckily or unluckily – Zahl interrupted to end her indecision. It saved her from appearing weak and unsure in front of her teammates. She remained still with her face in her hands as the world shifted around them. She knew what was happening better than most. Her experience with the technopath had taught her that very little was outside of his purview. Her lips twitched a little when she heard Dimitri question the Alpha roster over the comm. Of course, he would be the one to remind her that the world wasn’t actually falling apart. It just felt like it. “I am a girl you know…I couldn’t pass up a sale.”
“He’s ours, Playboy. He’s a technopath. Cracking the sim was probably like beating a few high levels of candy crush.”
She didn’t bother using their comm-unit’s to respond. Her voice carried easily enough, even as the simulation changed, shifted and become something new. Although she’d been gently prodding Zaphiel to come out of his shell and join the team…She hadn’t exactly thought that it would be like this. Even if the Headmaster was a little perturbed, and he was, judging by the way he was demanding that the team leaders meet in his office—Isabella couldn’t help but smile a little. It was nice to have someone shake things up once in awhile.
So long as Zahl didn’t accidentally sic the bunkers DEFCON protocols on them. That, might be a problem.
Lachlan stopped her before she left the Sim Room to ask for a little face time. She was curious but graciously agreed. She would never turn down anyone that needed to speak to her. Especially not Lachlan. He could be WAY too hard on himself. He always worried about breaking her. How wrong he was…With her track record as of late—She’d wind up breaking him.
He wished her luck and she shot him a half smile. “Thanks, I might need it. I should be free after the meeting…If Summers doesn’t kill us.”
----Professor Summers Office
The meeting went as she suspected it would. As they always went. Monotonous and tiresome. It was only recently that she noticed how much Cyclops could really drone on when something was crawling up his back end. She finished up her dressing down by noting that she would review any footage from her team to go over at a later date. She suspected that most of them did fairly well. There hadn’t been too many cries for help across the Sim and Narcissa wasn’t bragging about turning her teammates into crispy critters. So, all in all, it could have gone worse.
Listening to Narcissa argue with Scott about the finer points of excessive force was a trip. Her mind was so warped that Isabella didn’t bother interjecting. Sooner or later the Headmaster would see he was fighting a losing battle. She was mentored by Emma for a reason. She was the only one who could understand the cruel and twisted thought process of Solaris. And that, was only because she cheated, by reading it.
Speaking of cheating…Narcissa just had to throw in a dig. Her face remained expressionless but she didn’t let the jab go without an appropriate response. “It wasn’t cheating. The goal was to end the simulation. We did. You and I designed the world. We never set up any parameters to prevent it. That’s on the two of us Narcissa. Not my team.”
She watched the blond cross her arms in mild irritation before turning her gaze back to Professor Summers. He seemed like he had more to say. Specifically, to her. Isabella couldn’t hear it. Not when he was responsible for sending away someone she cared for. He’d asked her to evaluate Leo. She had. He hadn’t trusted her findings—despite her brutal honesty. So, he’d gone to interrogate the animal mimic himself.
The ending result was a creased and well-read letter hidden in a book in her room. And a watch, several sizes too big wrapped around her slender wrist. One more friend out in the cold. One more person she loved, gone.
“Professor.”, she spoke quietly as she turned away from the desk. Only to hear the alarms and a rush of water. It took her a moment to realize that it was the sprinkler system. Was there a fire? Immediately she turned to her comm and sent out an all page to her team. If there actually was fire it was the Professors problem. The Alpha’s were the only thing she was required to worry about. “Is everyone all right?”
A moment later the sprinklers shut off and the fire suppression powder stopped coming out of the spigots on the ceiling. She took that as a good sign. From there she headed to her quarters—Taking the long way around to avoid Narcissa. That was all she needed. To be trapped, sopping wet, with a mouthy Red Queen.
----Indoor Gardens (7th Sub-Level)
Freshly showered and dressed found her wandering the indoor garden in the seventh sub-level. She let her ears lead her to the large farm boy as she toyed with her cell phone. It boggled her mind as to how they had signal so far underground. Or how they could access cellular towers without being tracked. Forge took credit for it, of course, but Isabella couldn’t really fathom how it worked. She found a half dozen missed messaged and steadily began responding to them. One was from Zahl. An apology for possibly getting her into trouble.
To: Zahl Klein
‘Don’t worry about it. The Professor nothing I can’t handle. Trust me.’
‘It was pretty cool anyway. *winkyface* People will be talking about it for weeks.’
She sent the messages back to her newest Alpha and smiled a little bit. It was sweet of him to be concerned but she didn’t want him to feel any sort of guilt. Honestly, it was a rather genius way to introduce himself and aim for a quick win. It just wasn’t what Cyclops had in mind.
The songstress reached down and picked one of the blooming r0oses that caught her eye. She minded the thorns and turned it this way and that as she looked it over. It was lovely. Red, red, and more red. Professor Munroe didn’t mind if they picked a few flowers every now and again. Just so long as they didn’t go hog wild. She tucked her phone in her back pocket and reached behind her head to tuck the flower into her hair. It was pulled back and high into a casual bun with random pieces falling on their own.
Isabella favored being comfortable versus the extreme fashion the Omega leader preferred. A soft sweater in the shade of forest green wrapped neatly around her torso with a pair of dark brown leggings underneath it. She wore a pair of matching ballet flats. It was her go to. It didn’t help to improve her meager height at all. This was amplified when she found herself standing near Lachlan. He was easily as big as Roland was. Well, maybe a little shorter. From her vantage point tall was tall. She’d still be the last person to know it was raining. “Hey…”, she trailed off in greeting, jade eyes flickering with a little bit of concern. She didn’t know what he wanted to talk about.
Luckily, she didn’t need to wait. Lachlan jumped right in with both feet.
Her throat went dry when she realized he hadn’t wanted to talk to her about his problems. He wanted to discuss hers. She immediately felt less confident. Katerina was a sore subject, to say the least. The shape shifters attack had been the beginning of a million problems that had spiraled out of control. “I…”, she trailed off, before looking away, surprised by how tightly her jaw clenched. “Thank you. For caring. But…What happened before….You don’t have to worry about it.”
She tried, very, very hard to focus on the fact that people wanted to protect her. Wanted to keep her safe. It was difficult. Extremely. She was capable of defending herself. Particularly, since her eyes had been opened to the reality of the situation. Nowhere was safe. Especially, with Leo gone. He was one of the few people capable of anticipating Katerina’s insanity and instability. Now it was her job. Her duty, to keep her in line.
“You heard me when I spoke to her. I told her it won’t happen again. I won’t let it. I forgave her because I don’t want to hurt her. I don’t want to hurt anyone.”, Isabella spoke carefully, calmly. She had put a lot a lot of thought into this. She had little else to do while sleeping with one eye open night after night. Her demeanor was even. Almost, a little too level. This kind of conversation would have horrified the songstress from a few years ago. She hadn’t turned to look back at her friend. She couldn’t. Lachlan might not recognize the person he saw. “I don’t want to. But I will.”
If Katerina Force ever tried to lay a hand on her again Isabella wouldn’t hesitate. Not like the last time. She’d sent for help with her ability versus fighting her. Next time, Alpha or not, Isabella would put her down. Hard.
"...Everyone's pretty and hiding an ugly truth. Deception is all around. Watch out - Use caution now...."
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2017 11:49 am
 
“Brat…” She muttered under her breath before they started running again.
“Always.” He said, beaming. They had gotten a good distance away when the sim changed to a beach scene and a voice overhead said they were done. He asked about rum runners, and Alice rolled her eyes in reply. “Quoting song lyrics isn’t cheesy. It proves I have some culture about me.” He said, pretending that her accusation wounded him.
Time Skip
Tuning his guitar with the care one might have for a lover, he hadn’t expected Alexandra’s company. “I’ve got some inspiration now.” He said with a smile that didn’t match the sadness in his tone. “Figured I would try a hand at it, even though I won’t get famous by writing bad country songs.” He grinned at his small joke at his own expense. What he wouldn’t give to live off the radar forever.
“Guitar lessons and bad karaoke.” He explained to Alex. “It kept me going on the nights when there wasn’t a job to do, but there wasn’t enough free time to go home.”
He mentioned his intent to drink, and Alex giggles garnered a chuckle of his own. “No offense little lady, but I really hope the team doing cleaning detail is y’all. Narcissa will be madder than a nest of hornet’s sprayed with Windex if she has to lift a finger. And I’d clean ten jets by myself to avoid that hot mess.” Stroking another set of chords, he seemed satisfied and moved the fender again.
Alice arrived and fell lazily into the oversized couch, warning her best friend that he’d be paying for dropping the building on her later. Alex waved, but Alice had her eyes shut so she didn’t see. “I think washing out that dirty mouth will take long enough that it’ll be the main event.” He teased, before mock-whispering to Alex about Alice’s foul language.
“I’m sure Alex here can make her own opinion of you without me coloring it for her.” He stated matter of factly. Choking back laughter at the blond Alpha’s suggestion, he grinned. “There’s an idea.” He said in regards to the muzzle.
Alex paused though, missing the jests as she recalled the buildings being destroyed in the sim. Alice proudly took responsibility for it, and Blake chuckled. “No, thanks to a few of our less ambitious team mates, the sim was designed so you couldn’t knock yourself out. We maxed out casualties at about a third of our health… and then were free to be a two-man wrecking crew.”
Collin jumped behind Alex then, pulling her backwards slightly in her excitement. Blake dubbed the new girl her fan, and the brunette became flustered. As soon as she turned off her music, she waved to him in greeting and he smiled. “It’s a pleasure,” He said, his southern accent making his deep voice sound the way honey tasted.
The sirens went off and Blake dashed for his case, nearly missing the plasma that came from Collin’s hands. She tossed up her own creation to protect them from the sprinklers, and he nodded in appreciation. “I thank you, ma’am. My poor Gibson wouldn’t sound half as pretty if she got warped.” Alice threw up her hoodie, and just as he began to relax… Narcissa paged the Omegas. His fellow teammate assured her that they weren’t to blame, so he didn’t bother confirming it. The less interaction he had with the Omega queen, the healthier it would be for him.
The cowboy glanced up at the sprinklers at Alice’s suggestion. “If I can reach them, yes.” But before he could move the table over so that he could reach, Zaphiel took care of it and accused Marcel of not helping fast enough. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of the guy being able to track the exact cause of the alarm, but decided that if he had tracked the source back to the kitchen, he made an educated guess. “My guitar case is waterproof. So a few sprinkles shouldn’t hurt too bad.” he said, his tone grateful. “I pity the poor soul who caused it.”
Zaphiel suggested going to the pool, but as soon as he was sure the water was done, Blake shook his head and pulled out his guitar again. “I gotta work on this.” He said, pointing to the notepad with a few scribbles on it. The paper had taken some damage, the notes from his pen making little droplets of water swirl with ink.
“Any chance you can dry this off, Marcel?”
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2017 12:38 pm
 
“He’d either be a freak between the sheets, or have performance issues.” Gracie said, glancing over at the speedster as she speculated with her best friend. It seemed Daylia had the same idea, and she didn’t bother to stop the giggles that burst forth at the description of “minute man.” “One pump chump.”
Once the simulation was under way, she and Daylia were putting on babysitting duty, and it didn’t take long for Gracie’s embittered fears to get the best of her. “I’d love if you could… but I’m pretty sure you’d find his chest is empty.” She said, anger coloring her words. God how she hated that man.
Blake and Alice taking out buildings inspired jealousy in the faux-redhead, and it became Emlen’s turn to cheer her up. Mentioning Kitty seemed to lift her spirits, and she bumped the woman with her hip. “They will. Sometimes we just hit plateaus when we don’t try to do new stuff.” She said, doing her best to put some pep in her talk.
Once they found their charge, D and the Georgia peach fell into their old habit, razzing him to the point that the molecular manipulator dubbed him “Pom-pom.” She asked if the name was okay, and Gracie shook her head behind her best friend, instructing the boy not to answer. It wouldn’t end well for him.
The fog started swirling around their ankles, and immediately her best friend jumped to the horror film trope. Burying her face in one hand, she couldn’t stop the onslaught of laughter despite her best efforts. Looking to Micah, she shook her head. “I’d like to say we’re not always like this… but we are.”
Trying her own power to combat the fog, it took several attempts before she came up with anything useful. But before they could track down the culprits causing the hazy view, the simulation environment shifted from a cityscape to something more like a vacation.
Time skip
Glaring at the silhouette where the microwave used to stand, she balled her hands into fists in frustration and fought the urge to stomp like a child. It all happened so fast. She’d pressed the “popcorn” button, turned around to grab a few sodas… and heard something sizzle, the lights flashed off and back on… and then the microwave exploded. And like a bomb, it left only ash and bits of what used to be a bag smoldering on the countertop.
“That was not supposed to happen.” She said angrily, to no one in particular. And then the sprinklers started an indoor monsoon. Damn it all to hell. Glowering up at the ceiling, she did start stomping, her sneakers sloshing with each step.
Spinning on her heels when she heard someone come in from behind her, scarlet flushed her chest, neck and cheeks as he introduced himself. “Narcissa’s not here.” She said, hazel eyes studying the new person. “Thank god.” She added under her breath.
“My friends around here call me Gracie.” She introduced herself, but she was still too embarrassed to shake his hand. “Or the walking disaster. Either way.”
Despite the icy temperature of the sprinkler system, more heat flooded her when Daylia came in behind Cameron, and she pointed a finger back at where the microwave once sat. “It did it on its own!” Mistake. No sooner than she realized that she had stupidly pointed at something, the scorched countertop transformed into a seven foot tall, robotic penguin that started waddling toward them, leaving an ashy paste in its wake. “Why do I dream these things up?” She lamented, wishing she could hide.
The alarms stopped, but the water kept going. Her clothes clung to her like a second skin, dripping onto the floor. And her hair… she winced to think how her soft curls looked like right now. All she could imagine for her appearance was a drowned rat. What a great first impression for the new teammate.
Daylia, ever the schemer sought to pin this on the new kid, and the brunette shook her head, the embarrassment still coloring her cheeks rosy as her lips formed a full pout. “Sadly, he’s one of us. Cameron, this is Daylia. Usually my partner in crime...” But even she wouldn't be daring enough to take the rap for this. "Apparently my cooking skills are scarier than any horror film you've got in your room."
Pressing her comm, she replied back to Narcissa. “I maintain that the microwave self-destructed. Like one of those pokemons. But maybe it washed off the X-Jets enough that no one will have to clean them?” She said, wincing at her admission, and hoping that Cissa would see the potential positive note from all of this. Deciding that unlikely, she tried for a distraction. “There’s a new team member in here with us…. He’s looking for you. And there's a penguin in the kitchen. It's just waddling for now...” But given her current line of luck, it'd probably start shooting fireballs out of its eyes. The last time she had thought about robots and penguins together... she envisioned it just like this.
Hazel eyes widened in a sort of panic. "Don't look at it directly. Who knows what it can do." She instructed the two in the room with her, suddenly paranoid at her own creation.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2017 2:33 pm
Aʆєxaηdra Ӎaʀiʆèηє AgηèȿCodename:Flairer ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ (()) “You never know. You could get famous and make money off bad pop songs.” She recalled an artist having switched from the country genre to the pop genre. “But, that would require giving up that guitar I think….not sure you want to do that.” She wouldn’t want to give up her flute. To each their own though.
Alex raised an eyebrow. “Bad karaoke? And who was the judge of that?” She asked before nodding. “Does that mean you got to teach a lot of people guitar while on the road? I think the idea of teaching others music sounds lovely.” Then again, he could have just been brushing up on his own skills. Either was fine, but the former was what she assumed anyway.
She couldn’t blame Blake for wanting the Alphas to clean. Bella would probably be a lot nicer about it than Narcissa. “Do you think they would actually make Narcissa clean as well?” He did have a point. Imagining the Red Queen cleaning was hard to fathom. “I just figured she would sit back and make you all clean.” From what impression she got from the Omega leader, she wouldn’t put it past Narcissa to do that. “She might still be mad though at being forced to be there though…” She trailed off with a faint frown.
Sounded like there was no way to avoid Narcissa’s wrath if she was right. Poor Omega.
Alice entered the room shortly thereafter. She went along with the mock-whisper about Alice and even threw in a jest of her own. However, she didn’t hear the rest of the jests. Instead, she found herself focused on one of the comments and asking if they were the culprits of the falling buildings.
Looked like she had been right to assume it was Alice and Blake. She heard Blake’s explanation of how the two got away with it. “Sounds like we could have gotten away with the same thing then.” Simulations weren’t designed around a particular team’s teammates only right? “But, looks like you two got the idea and no one else followed.” She remarked. Not like she could have done it if she had wanted to. Her powers could not destroy buildings.
Well, she hadn’t expected Colin to come in and hug her like that. It was not a bad kind of surprise though. The girl acted all embarrassed at being called a fan. She felt almost bad for teasing the girl about it. Almost.
Alex heard the siren and noticed plasma come out from Colin. She cringed a bit on Colin’s behalf. The plasma did come in handy though as they soon had an umbrella above their heads. “Thank you.” She smiled over at Colin. As the sirens still went off and the sprinklers still did their job, Alex happened to notice the technopath that had caused the simulation to change. She commented on it only for Colin to compliment her.
While her cheeks reddened slightly, she smiled warmly as well. “I would say that would make for an interesting story to tell. Do not sell yourself short. I am sure most cannot say they experienced that and lived.” Then again, was the mutation Christian had a common one? Was his mutation the reason people believed in werewolves? She should find the time to ask him that. Alex giggled though at hearing the jest. “He probably would.”
Colin and Alice looked to be trying to get Zaphiel’s attention in different ways. Alice with her words and Colin with her plasma. Unfortunately, the plasma route looked to backfire. “I am sure it will be fine….” She hoped. Luckily, the man acted like he didn’t take any offense. In anything, he must have went right to work because the sprinklers and the alarm both shut off. “Thank goodness…” She said to herself as Zaphiel took off his shirt. She looked away to give him privacy.
Marcel? She looked about at the mention of Marcel’s codename to see him there. Oh dear. She hadn’t noticed him at all! She frowned. She hoped he wouldn’t take offense to her neglect of all of her surroundings.
Oh right, Alice had responded on her comm as if someone had talked to her. She could only assume that was Narcissa based on Zaphiel’s comment. At the mention of the pool though, she looked over at him and smiled shyly. “I….do not know how to swim.” She told honestly. “So you would be dealing with the equivalent of a flopping fish if I got into the pool.” She looked away to hide her reddened cheeks. It tended to be embarrassing to admit that to others.
Her eyes widened slightly at Zaphiel recalling that. She hadn’t expected him to remember her words considering how focused he seemed to be earlier. “Oh, it is alright. I just thought you had not heard me was all.” She smiled at him before hearing Blake ask Marcel to dry them off. She focused her gaze on the water manipulator. “Yes, if you could do that, that would be nice. If not, I am sure we will all live.” Just she might need to leave to dry off to not push her immune system and get herself sick again was all. ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ "We will drink our fill of Alpha
Then, of golden sunshine that spills into Lounge
Till our brains intertwine with Blake, Alice, Colin, Zaphiel, and Marcel"
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2017 7:39 pm
 [ ʈ | ɦ | ҿ ➸ S | i | z | e | - | S | h | i | f | t | i | n | g ]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOmega - Sim Room
Unwilling to allow himself any room for error, the size shifter focused on the target, paying no mind to the footsteps behind him until his arrow was ready to fly. Throwing a glance over his shoulder when August made himself known, Aren didn’t even bother to verify that he’d hit his mark. “Well, you can never be sure when someone’s ego will be bruised after rejection.” He countered before suggesting that he go after Felix for a date.
“I’m not sure how to pick up guys.” He admitted when August requested that he be his wingman. “I mean… I’m usually doing the chasing, so… I’m not even sure what would work as a pick up line on myself.” Grinning, he readied another arrow as they speculated what Scott wanted to talk to the team leads about.
Aren shrugged at the mention of civilians getting caught in the crossfire. “It’s a simulation… I didn’t see a problem with that, necessarily. If they wanted it to be more realistic so that Omegas wouldn’t see them as collateral damage, killing them should have disqualified those Omegas instead of having a cap on the amount of health it depleted.” Omegas would make those sorts of sacrifices. Since he’d been here, the black and reds had a reputation for questionable moral decisions. If Scott expected that to change now, for a simulation… he had put the wrong students on the teams. “Granted… the reason they capped off might,” His voice went up an octave when he said ‘might,’ all but confirming that it wasn’t a might. It was a given. “Have had something to do with Dominik Edipova and I shooting each other out of a simulation to get out of having to participate.”
He shrugged at the idea of going out in the field. “With the influx of new students, I see their hesitation in just throwing them to the wolves.” Especially after what happened to the Alphas last time. It’d been such a close call… he doubted any of them would be seeing a real field mission unless the world was ending.
Admitting that he didn’t really care about the competitive nature of the simulation, August had a different perspective. “You’ve not been on the teams long enough, son.” He said, his expression serious. “When it comes to Alphas vs. Omegas… it’s not about team building; it’s about destroying the other side. Or, maybe… that’s just our way of looking at it. Ki’somma hates Alphas as a general rule, and sims like that give her the opportunity she wants to incinerate them.”
Alarms pierced the air then, and as soon as the sprinklers started raining down on them. August instructed him to hold onto something and he held up his bow. They were in a shooting range… there wasn’t a whole lot to hang onto. Instead he floated in the air, waving his arms to do a flip. He felt Narcissa’s rage then, and he might have shifted uncomfortably if he’d been on solid ground. He laughed outright at August’s declaration.
“Might have been one of the kids. I think there’s a new pyrokinetic on the scene.” He suggested.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2017 1:07 am
Cameron Azrak
Aero
Not so warm, or dry, welcomes. At least it's not a boring one. Safety concerns are had, however.  The corners of Cameron's lips slightly turned upward as he couldn't help but give a slight smirk to the scene that unfolded before him. Despite the sprinklers going off, he looked up, and then back to his bags. He was safe with his weatherproof parka he was still wearing from his ventures, as were his bags. Cam noticed that Gracie left his handshake to the wind, only to notice the incredible aura of embarrassment coming from her. It was so strong that it could jokingly be tangible enough to be the handshake. As she finished her introduction, splashing could be heard as a new body entered the room. One of Gracie's friends. Not even three seconds of Daylia being in the room, she immediately looked to pinning it on him. Cam's usually warm expression immediately dropped. His eyes narrowed a little, and as he looked her he gave the 'what the f*ck' look. After trying to pin it on him, she audibly cycled through options to shirk responsibility. "Nice to meet you too."" He said to Daylia, a little bothered by the thought process. Everyone here was supposed to be on the same side, right? Daylia disappeared from sight. Cam cocked his head back slightly in surprise, not ready for her to disappear. 'So, Daylia has some kind of stealth camouflage, and the black cat here has.... really bad luck?' He thought to himself. Cam began to use his powers to split the oxygen from the water that was starting to collect and run down his neck. Pausing before he was about to offer to help dry everyone off, as weird as that sounded, that wasn't why. Oxygen and Hydrogen in their gaseous form were both highly flammable. Gracie's presence made him second guess that offer and idea. With the decision to keep his power to himself for drying purposes, it only proved his judgement accurate as a mechanical penguin came to reality. "What the f*ck is this sh*t?" Cam asked no one in particular. He looked to Gracie who had just got done informing their team leader of the present situation. She was definitely someone who was a hazard, for sure. Double arm interval length was to be kept at all times. He picked up his bags and moved them to the opposite side of the kitchen as her and posted there until he heard a response from Narcissa over Gracie's comm. Day 0 barely started and it was already incredibly concerning. OOC::
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2017 11:08 am
  Thoughts: Some kinds of salty and or petty? Hmm, I'll find out. Location: [Lounge] With: Zaphiel, Blake, Alice, Colin, and Zaphiel He was certainly a chatter jaw. The male had been talking nonstop ever since he crashed the simulation. Yes, Marcel thought the word "crashed" because that is what ultimately occurred whether it was an imminent defeat or not. Personally, the male didn't like a lot of things. He did not like the soap operas that revolved around his team leader and whatever went on with the other team's affairs. He did not like for puzzles to be unsolved, which meant that in the case before him, he did not like someone interrupting something that could have gone reasonably well. Zaphiel was that exact figure in the game he was playing, the mystery now an eluding thought that ever begged the question: Could he have decked one Narcissa in the jaw? He would never know now amid the fact that he did get to test the limits to his powers whilst working alongside August.
"Hmm..." he thought aloud from the male taking the book away from him. "So presumptuous of you to surmise that nothing was done. Had you ever asked the question why am I nor the objects of which I carry or reading is wet yet?"
Marcel felt the pipes stirring with water seconds before they surged through.Only a fool would have tried to bottle the water and keep it contained.
It would have caused the pipes themselves to burst, causing more of a problem than needed. Instead, he redirected the flow elsewhere, most notably the wall behind him which had the water against the wall. It was easy to tell by the ripples being made throughout it.
"Had you all stayed within the limits, you most likely wouldn't have gotten drenched, but...that's none of my business."
He reached out to get his book back from the German male, but he did not glance up. When asked, he did not use his hands in the typical fashion to pull the water off their clothes and bodies. Rather, he willed it with his mind,
slowly and surely until everyone was as dry as ever.
"Looks like you're all dry now" he said with a slight chuckle before looking up at Zaphiel at last. "Oh,
except for you. Looks like I missed a spot."
Where did all the water go? He pulled it off everyone and everything and while there were the drains to take out the excessive amount of it, Marcel held on to a hefty amount. It was in the form of a huge ball of water that hovered ever so slightly above Zaph's body. Marcel simply said "Oops" as it came crashing down. Whether it hit Zaphiel in the fullest or not had remained to be seen, but perhaps he got the message. He willed the water to move towards the drain as not to get himself or anyone else drenched. It was all made simply for one Zaphiel.
"The pool sounds like a lovely idea." His quirky demeanor returned rather quickly as he found somewhere to leave the book he was reading and left from the couch of which he was sitting. "As for cleaning details, she can stay mad. So long as my shot to her back counts for making some list, I don't mind having to clean a jet relatively fast."
He hummed lightly while heading for the door.OOC: Let me know if there's anything particularly I needed to add or missed.
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