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Cameron could only watch as the kid's mouth was washed out with soap. He laughed, "I would personally prefer to make him kneel on rice as punishment; but I ain't the kid's dad, so s**t if I could get him to listen." Cameron spoke about the boy's lack of discipline and manners. Aksel was then suddenly flung upwards into the ceiling, then left to free fall as August let his powers drop. As he fell, the two Alphas made no effort to cushion the fall. Cameron, created a pocket of oxygen under the boy as he fell, slowing him enough so that the impact wouldn't be too hard. A slight thud as if he fell off the couch or bed, nothing more.

He knew that actually inflicting corporal punishment was by no means going to change the kids outlook or attitude. If anything it'd solidify it or simply make more problems. This was something he learned in parenting class when his daughter was first born.

As he laid down on the floor, Cameron took a few steps, pocketing the letter, then kneeling down. "Wasn't trying to be an 'enigmatic ******** out of a video game,' but, if we are going with such, can I be the Master Chief? Might be outside of your age range, but I like the idea of fighting Aliens and never losing. And if you want me to fit the part, lets play into me actually trying to be enigmatic. I'll tell you a few things about me, and you figure out the lie." He started as he got up, preparing to walk off.

"My power is the creation and manipulation of Oxygen. I was born in California. I've killed children younger than you. I have a son." With that, Cameron stood up and straightened out. With a slight growl from his stomach he decided he was going to make his way to the kitchen, he had some left overs he could heat up. "Oh, and I love tacos." Cameron said with an off handed wave, if he was going to be an enigmatic character from a video game, it was only fitting to wave without looking and getting the last word in, right?

Truth is, the lie was that he had a daughter, and not a son. He may have laid a can of worms out that would be annoying to discuss if it was ever brought up by any of those three. Fact of the matter though, he kind of hoped that the kid and all of them would guess that one was the lie. It would be a problem for him though when his daughter finally came to the academy.

(OOC: Sorry for the short post. I wanted to not be in the red, or hold you guys up. I'm removing Cameron from the post cycle, just because I'll be a bit slower to post through the rest of May. If you want to continue to interact, that is cool, just be prepared for the possibility of super slow rotation.)

Lachlan’s brows raised quizically as if he was uncertain as to whether he’d heard the would be ballerina properly. “Sorry,” he asked, genuine concern and confusion in his tone, “did you say Felix has been sweet and keeping you company?” From what he knew of the speedster, he was, well, quite simply put: a d**k. In fact, from what he heard, the guy was probably a lot more than just a d**k. And one of the things he’d just so happened to hear was that the guy was a womanizer, something Aurelie was either oblivious to or had outright ignored.

At the end of the day, however, her business was her own. He was her leader but that didn’t mean he was going to barge into her personal life on a whim, however suspicious it sounded. Roland promising to keep Felix fair in a card game definitely had the super strong mutant wondering which card game and why Roland was invested in keeping Felix fair. Not to mention keeping Felix fair sounded like a challenge in itself.

Aurelie looking to the window only confirmed his suspicion that she already knew why it was he was here. Of course, he was here to check up on her well being, he’d been here numerous times throughout the weeks but today she was awake and he had to do more than just ‘check in’. He was about to proceed with his obligations when something the blonde telekinetic said completely halted him mid-sentence. ‘Probably to find Leo, they were an item before everything happened.’

The statement caused him to fall silent and give pause for a moment as his memory immediately shot back in time to the day they’d found out Leo had left. He recalled vividly the extremely brief three worded letter that had been left on the door: no hard feelings. It immediately caused him to wonder what exactly Bella had been going through. She’d perhaps seemed slightly out of it, that she’d needed some cheering up, sure, but he had never suspected that her and Leo had been an item, he’d had no real reason to. The fact she was absent now? If what Aurelie said was true then it seemed a very possible explanation for Bella’s absence.

A part of him felt almost embarrassed, stupid even, that he’d the audacity to hatch a small crush on the songstress. Hopefully she hadn’t perceived his kind gesture in the gym as him attempting to swoop her up after she’d just been through what he could only imagine was a personal hell. Of course, he couldn’t have expected Aurelie to know the statement she’d just made was akin to having a bomb dropped in his mind.

“Oh,” he finally said as if coming out of a small daze, “I had no idea.”

The change of topic was a welcome one, although he wasn’t particularly keen on discussing his not so willing rise to leadership either, however, it was definitely better than discussing Bella’s personal life he’d foolishly thought he’d known more about. “I’m sure there could have been someone else … I mean, what about you? You’re right, you did help toss sentinels around and you helped create order as well by offering some direction as well so why didn’t they choose you? Not to mention you’re my senior.

“There could have been a better outcome than half the team winding up in the infirmary due to their injuries. I should have thought to deal with the smaller sentinels in a quicker, more efficient manner. And I understand it’s a risk that people were willing to take but the fact of the matter is that there were multiple people who came very close to the brink this last mission and had I done a better job that very well might have not been the case. I need to improve, I need to be less sloppy or it could cost someone more than an eye next time. We were lucky this time but that doesn’t mean it will happen again."

"I suppose," he responded as he stared forward blankly, evidently choosing to refrain from commenting how he felt about Bella's ability as a leader, "if the last couple missions have been any indication of things, I certainly do have my work cut out for me. I just hope I’m up to the task because right now I certainly don’t feel that I am." Naturally the confession was one he assumed would stay between himself and the telekinetic and didn’t feel it was necessary to inform her it was something he hoped she wouldn’t repeat.

“Yeah,” he agreed with a nod to Aurelie’s comment about the alpha’s, “we don’t lack the arsenal or ability, we simply lack the coordination and team cohesiveness. Hopefully the danger room sessions we’ve been having on the side for those who weren’t unable to participate will help a bit but I know it’s going to be a long road. I definitely aim to have us working just as efficiently as the omegas but things don’t always go according to plan.”

“I just hope,” Lachlan continued with a small sigh, uncertain if he was actually getting through to the telekinetic or not, “you realize I’m saying this not to beat a dead horse or be a broken record but because I am genuinely concerned. I apologize for being one of multiple people to pester you about it but as the new team lead and more importantly, as what I hope you’d be okay with me calling as a friend. With Eden, Thomas and Bella all on the down low one way or another, I really feel like I’m lacking allies in my corner at the moment.”

“My concern,” he stated a little more sternly than was normal for the generally gentle giant, “lies with your well-being, not that of the other alphas you saved down there. Had you done nothing, I’m certain Wraith would have lost more than just his eye, it likely would have been his life. Possibly Gabe as well. You did the right thing but I wholeheartedly believe that on top of working on trying to be a unit that we should also work on alternatives for you so you don’t end up in a permanent coma or worse. Having a telekinetic to rely on, I feel, encourages recklessness and I’m simply not going to tolerate that as it has been proving detrimental to your well being.”

He simply sighed and shook his head with a tiny smirk as Aurelie commented about ‘best laid plans and all’. “Aurelie, I’m trying to be taken seriously here.” While the statement was true, his smirk betrayed the fact he was not at all upset that she was leaning on humour in attempts to alleviate the tenseness the situation had the potential to have. She had a good spirit and she meant well but he wasn’t going to let her continue sacrificing her well being for the sake of others not properly caring for their own let alone their other teammate’s. It was his job as the new leader to find a solution and fast.

He contemplated going with the whole ‘beauty sleep’ comment but he felt that had too many ways to be taken wrong, whether she took it as him hitting on her or calling her ugly. “You both deserve and need that rest. You’re not going back on the field until the doctor says you’ve had enough anyway so best get comfortable, Ms. Cat Lady to Be.”

“Honestly? You can just keep doing what you have been doing, minus what I already lectured you about. It’s nice having someone on my side of the court but I feel this is definitely going to be an uphill battle considering I’ve already rubbed at least one pair of shoulders the wrong way.”

Roland Anton Chevalier
Location: Kitchen
Thoughts: Don’t worry, he won’t get far on foot.

He smirked when Aurie considered his proposed idea of letting him be the dealer for her game of poker with Felix. Roland was a number of things, one of which was the type to try and even the odds for others. Not to mention, being able to put one over on Felix would make things plain fun for him. He offered a more subdued take on what he’d actually done in his actions. Breaking ranks, even if it was for good cause, was foolish given the consequences he was experiencing now. Aurie’s words of encouragement regarding what he did, didn’t do a whole lot to assuage the feelings of failure in the state he was in now. Had he just waited, taken the time to get more support, maybe he wouldn’t be in this situation. There was a feeling of helplessness, even if he knew he was going to recover, the fact that he was stuck in this chair was detrimental to say the least.

Quickly excusing himself when Lachlan arrived, figured what looked like an official visit from the interim Alpha lead was something he did not need to be a part of. He quickly rolled into the kitchen smoothly, the first time he didn’t smack his knee into the doorway. The b***h of his paralysis was that he could actually feel his legs, he just couldn’t use them. So things like stinging pain from hitting his legs across doorways and such were a bit of a nuisance.

Blake offered a simple nod of hello as he went to the fridge. He offered Daylia and the others a nod as well, common courtesy and all that. They weren’t buddy buddy, but he and Daylia were still teammates. Grabbing some cold cuts and whole wheat bread, he sighed for a second as he realized he wasn’t going to be able to reach the mayo. Concentrating for a second, he let a tendril flow out of his body and gently grab the jar and bring it down. He’d been working a bit on this more fine control of his powers, to try and take it beyond just being able to make weapons and use his armor.

Wheeling himself over to the counter, he put the ingredients across and started to assemble to sandwich he wanted. Blake told him that he was going to need to go over the debrief, the memory of Narcissa’s rage fueled riot act over what he did crystal clear in his mind. He’d never seen her so angry, and so worried in his life. It was… kind of terrifying to say the least. “Let me know when and where and I’ll be happy to do that.” he replied, “Mean time, anyone hungry? I got cold cuts out, figure I can whip up some sandwiches or something. It looks good to have some of this in the fridge for once.” it had been the damndest thing. For the past few weeks the fridge was often cleared of basically anything that would constitute food. It was really, really strange to say the least.

Oh well, it was good to have some grub stocked at least.

OOC: Post may be blah, so let me know of any problems.

Alice had to laugh at Aren’s willingness to admit to gluttony for something like an eating competition. “To be fair, there is a lot of training that goes into those kind of things.” She shook her head thinking about the Native proving the Brit wrong about something like that. “I don’t think you’re lazy, just innovative. Can’t give it your all if you’re tired from training sessions.” She honestly hadn’t heard much from Narcissa since the team leaders left. It kind of sent them all spinning on their asses while new leaders were put in place.

Aren’s sureness about not dying via hotdog eating contest made her laugh. She forgot how absolutely ridiculous Aren was compared to Blake. It was one of those things that made them a little similar, though she was probably one of the only ones that had seen the same kind of silliness in her best friend. He was much more serious and professional around everyone else. But Nashville brought more than just heartbreak and whining out of the Texan. He actually had fun and was able to be a bit more like himself despite the cameras that were following them around.

“I like your confidence,” she said in reply to him stating matter-of-factly that he wouldn’t need the help of his mutation to win a competition. “Maybe it’s a secondary mutation. Maybe your stomach opens up a portal to another dimension and all the food you’ve eaten over the years have wound up on Hala. Maybe you’re the secret to fast travel to another planet,” the notion itself was entirely silly and ridiculous, however; “Don’t be mad if I say I’m not willing to find out by getting swallowed whole.”

They talked about hair. It was strange how much of it explained everything about them. It represented something. A goal, or maybe just first impressions. How she styled her hair changed the way she looked completely. Adding clothing to that, she could easily look like a different person. Sure, she wasn’t cutesy or the girl-next-door, but she could easily play the part if she had to. It brought up memories that made Alice a little jealous. Aren had so much pride in his home. He had a home to go to. She didn’t. Since her grandmother died, she felt like the backs of the rest of her family had been turned on her.

“I doubt I’d be allowed to stay, but it sounds like an awesome place to call home,” her voice was almost longing. Their conversation changed to the home that they were at now. There was a sense of belonging that lied within these walls. Alice had to admit that she felt more at home in the mansion than she did at the old base. “I would not go as low as biting!” she said, making a face of shock at the absolute ridiculousness of it. She mocked the expression of a shocked well-off rich lady who had been told that she bought only processed cheese. “I’d break your ribs before I would bite.”

Alice lazed in her chair as she shrugged her shoulders. It wasn’t fair for Aren to be forced into a box like that. “Tell ya what, I’ll call you whatever you want. Aren, Peeta, Crazy Horse. But I’m never gonna stop calling Blake the Rhinestone Cowboy.” Their conversation shifted from formalities and names to training. Alice snorted, “That’s kind of genius. If I didn’t like breaking s**t so much, I probably would want to give that a try. Though we did get in a bit of trouble with the higher ups for taking down buildings that had not-real people in them.” She shrugged her shoulders, “Is it bad that I kinda don’t care?”

“Should I just make a t-shirt that says, ‘No, I’m Not Sleeping With Blake Tanner?’” She huffed a bit when he mentioned the teams being a bit uneven with genders right now. “Can’t count the gay ones. And honestly, I feel like some of the girls will end up with more than one of you guys in their beds before I even get a sideways glance.” Her face made a bit of a pout before she let the conversation shift to the bet between herself and Blake.

“Deal,” she answered Aren quickly. She’d give him a cut easily, besides, it would be more fun to have Aren involved to keep them both in check. Their conversation went to what they would do after this. After their time here. Alice mentioned becoming a full-timer, but Aren said that there was more to her than just breaking things. “Maybe you are more perceptive than people think. But I don’t see much else than demolitions. It isn’t that bad of a life, I don’t think. There will always be things to break. I don’t think we will ever have a peaceful life. Not in this lifetime anyway.”

Daylia, not being the morning person she was couldn’t help but assume the worse when Blake greeted her, mentioning that there was good news. Her immediate complaint was that she hadn’t even had any food, to which he joked. However, D took her food consumption completely seriously. "He and I already have a-" She stopped, catching herself before she royally screwed the deal Aren and her had worked out. "Understanding. Besides, how was I the last to notice this?" She demanded when he brought up Aren’s stashes of food for missions. It wasn’t until their last mission that she really found out.

She shook her head as they moved past the food situation, getting to the actual good news. Lucianna had, on a temporary basis, joined the Omegas. Daylia welcomed her but didn’t seem to fully understand the girl's hesitation.

"Honestly, who in this building doesn’t pose a threat to one another?" D asked the girl as she cocked her head to the side. "You’re talking to a guy that can walk though something and make it explode, and a girl who can literally rip someone's heart out..." She paused, her eyes going to Blake, realizing that thought process could land her into some trouble. "Uh, not uh, that I’ve really put too much thought... Into that..." She said trying to cover her own a** just in case something happened and she became the first suspect. She cleared her throat before moving on. "My point is, you’re not the only danger here."

Daylia nodded as Blake brought up the suits for their combat moments. They were really nice, it took a lot less power for her to use her gifts in them versus regular clothing. "Heh, I think it’s only you and the straight guys that would protest you appearing naked." She said grinning at her new team lead. Of course, she had never thought about him like that, but she just couldn’t help herself. Turning back to Luci, she continued to grin. "Am I wrong?" She asked innocently.

She shrugged as she moved on. "Besides, for outside of missions maybe you could get special gloves like Rogue, or someone n the labs could formulate some sort of antidote… Epipen style." She suggested. Missions aside, she really hoped the girl wouldn’t just leave the school altogether because of her powers. This was probably the best place for her if she didn’t have family that would look after her.

Blake asked after Gracie as D fished a carton of juice from the fridge. She took a drink straight from the container before answering that the Georgia peach was not with her, and in the process catching the grimace he gave her for drinking out of the carton. She gave him a droll stare as he rebutted her defense. "And what is exactly the worst thing that can happen here? Mono? We have state of the art labs, I’m sure I wouldn’t die from it. Besides, students around here swap spit all the time." Unafraid of what she could contract from drinking after someone, she raised the jug in his direction in a cheers motion before taking another drink.

Blake warned the new Omega to keep clear of the kitchen when Gracie and D were trying to cook. Daylia waved off the warning, not understanding just why other people seemed to be so scared of them trying to learn. She pointed out that everyone had accidents every once in a while. "Oh poor horse." D said as she shook her head. At least most of Gracie’s accidents revolved around inanimate objects… Like the microwave

"How many time do I have to say ’she’s learning’?" She asked, stressing the words as she defended her bestie. However as Blake brought up what she had said about the divorce, D pointed at him. "Hey, I totally agree with her on that one. So much easier." She couldn’t help but laugh as he went on, saying that he was good with fighting alongside her but not eating the food she made. "I mean, she’s made a few nonvomit inducing things." Were they good? No, but at least neither of them had gotten sick.

Lucianna interjected that the only solution would be to hire someone to cook. "Man, I miss Lynn. She cooked for Gracie and I a few times." Of course it hadn’t been for the full facility, after all D and Gracie were not that willing to share their personal chef. Building on those thoughts she looking to Blake, suggesting he cook for the two girls.

She frowned as he gave his answer. "It wouldn’t have to be the entire school… Just us." She said trying to make it sound more enticing. "Fine party pooper." She said finally accepting his answer. Oh why did Lynn have to leave?

Blake pointed out that there were cooks for the children, and that lunches were provided for the school, but that was never really enough for D."Anyone who’s been here for a few years is probably tired of the bulk food." It was probably why so many of them tried to learn how to cook. "It would probably be cheaper in the long run." She said agreeing with Luci. "But the school seems to get rebuilt every other year or so anyway, so it’s probably just a drop in the bucket for them."

"Well, guess you make two functioning adults that can cook for themselves." D said with a frown. She sighed. "Guess I’m stuck with ramen and peanut butter and jelly."

Still not completely happy with Roland and his choices on the mission, she didn’t bother to greet the man. Maybe if he hadn’t been so hard headed, he wouldn’t be rolling around in a wheelchair. Blake was really the only one to greet the man. He pointed out that he heard Roland was a good cook. Right now, D would rather choke down another one of Gracie’s concoctions. Turning away from Roland she rolled her eyes again before mouthing the word ‘pass’.

Like he needed an even bigger complex than he already apparently had from her asking him to cook. Blake moved on, mentioning that the pair needed to go over something that happened, which she could only assume boiled down to the macho man just being dumb.

Roland offered to make some sandwiches, and unfortunately, Daylia would rather starve than accept food from him right now. Even if it were something as simple as a cold cut sandwich. "No thank you." She said, keeping her tone as neutral as she could.






Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Kitchen
Ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ: Ugh
Ｗｉｔｈ: Blake, Luci, and Roland

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Luci’s determination to see that her requests were met was clear on her face. She kept her eyes on Blake’s, wanting to make sure that he really understood what she was saying. She was willing to leave if it meant keeping everyone else safe. “It isn’t me that you need to worry about, it’s everyone else.” She wasn’t a danger to herself. “I can’t die from my abilities, I’ve tried, trust me. It doesn’t work that way.”

The way she said it was so casual, almost too casual. But she had come to terms with her struggles. Her powers made her be hated by her own family. It left her feeling abandoned and alone. And she hated it, she hated being alone. That was way she was so guarded. If she got too comfortable and had to leave, she would be heartbroken. She didn’t want to feel something like that darkness ever again.

“As long as you think whatever they give me to wear will work. Showers before and after training might be good, too. Washing off the excess poisons on my skin may make it easier to control what I actively produce.” She shrugged her shoulders, wanting to trust his decision on what to do. But she also wanted to make sure that she was going to be safe to be around, too.

It was around this time that Daylia had joined them in the kitchen. She had taken the time to clean up her mess while Blake and Daylia spoke about some kind of arrangement involving Aren. She looked up when Daylia said that she was the last to notice the snacks that Aren had. “We found out at the same time, technically.”

She put her things away when she was finished cleaning and shook her head as the other two explained that she wasn’t the only person here that was a danger. “I’m not trying to get into a competition with either of you, or anyone you know. But I cannot control my abilities. I can’t shut them off. The most I can do is try to not kill you with whatever my body produces. But that doesn’t mean that it is a pleasant experience. It could be the worst hallucination that you can ever experience, or it can kill you, or leave you paralyzed to the point where you can barely breathe.”

She didn’t want to think about the times that she had hurt the people she had cared about. Her mother, her first kiss, younger cousin. Countless people that she loved and cared about where only ever hurt by her. She turned her attention to Blake and nodded, “I hope whoever makes these suits is a real genius, because it’s gonna take everything he’s got to make something for me that keeps all of you safe.”

She looked at Daylia when she said that it would only be Blake and the straight guys on the team that would protest against seeing Blake appear naked before she turned her attention to Luci to get her opinion. The fair skinned mutant turned pink from her cheek bones to hear ears. “I… I don’t know…” She didn’t want to think about someone who was supposed to be a leader of sorts like that. It seems disrespectful. And she didn’t know him. Even though looking in his eyes made her feel calm, and almost safe.

“An antidote would be a good idea, just in case. Maybe… Just not yet… Labs are kind of a… Not good place right now.” The pinkness remained on her face as her embarrassment went from one reason to another. Honestly, the idea of being tested on again was giving her a bit of anxiety. She could already feel her heart starting to beat faster. Her body was getting worked up. Now that the smell of cooking food was gone, there was a faint, sweet floral smell coming from her body as she tried to calm herself down.

Their conversation shifted to one about another girl who didn’t seem to have her gearings in the kitchen. She took the backseat on the conversation, not knowing this girl well enough to even try to defend her, or to take Blake’s side on the situation. She had her own input about having cooks, only to be corrected that there were lunches being served by staff to the other students, but some, like herself, were usually making things on their own. Daylia seemed to be very much against having bulk meals. Luci had dietary choices and the fact that things just were safe to be shared when it came to her.

Roland made an appearance and Blake had mentioned him being a good cook. Luci’s eyes went to the injured man. “I’m happy to see that you are okay. I heard you were hurt pretty bad. I’m sorry I didn’t visit… I don’t really know my way around this place yet…” She bowed her head, a bit embarrassed.

Daylia seemed against having anything that Roland cooked, and Luci shook her head, declining the offer as well. “I just finished eating, but thank you for the offer. Besides, I’m a vegetarian, and even I know that sandwiches without meat are just dry and sad.” She shrugged her shoulders a bit. She looked to Blake finally, “When did you want to compare our schedules? I’m eager to get to training, honestly.”