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 Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 4:41 pm
Sonya was completely surprised by the two guys. Man, she thought, I thought Sasha and I were weird enough. But now Pietro and Markus... we're going to be one crazy family.
Still, she was happy about how Markus was praising and protecting her as his girlfriend. But then she heard something. It sounded like static. There was something about the static that she remembered, but couldn't put her finger on it. It made her tremble.
"Excuse me," said Sonya, and quickly walked outside to get some air. Still, she felt as though she was being watched.
Sasha dragged Pietro outside to a bench. She sat down and motioned for him to sit down as well. "Sorry, but I just didn't want to have to listen to my aunt. She would have started annoying you into marrying me, or doing the right thing."
She then stopped. This was the first time she mentioned marriage around him. She looked away, hoping he didn't hear her.
Ana clapped her hands excitedly as Cathy took her into the kitchen. Ana pointed at the apple juice. After receiving a bottle, she kissed Cathy on the cheek and began drinking. She drank so fast, that she made a big burp, especially for such a small baby.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 5:23 pm
"Smart kid," he mumbled, as Cathy walked off to the kitchen with Ana hanging on to her. Quickly bending over and retying his shoelaces (like he was going to fall for that?), he straightened up, and waited for Cathy.
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"Of course. I can't let you have all the fun, can I? I don't really know what I could do to help out, though. The most I can do would be to set something on fire, and that's more dangerous than it is embarassing," Raze said, jokingly.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 5:24 pm
Regina looked up as she heard a semi familiar voice. "Hey there Kade. Welcome to the festivities. Just don't get too in the way of us cooking peoples."
She strove towards equality and sure enough, there were more than females cooking in that kitchen that day.
Gen took a breath, calming herself through the teaching she had gained from Regina in the last year. She had begun to get contol over her emotional outbursts in the most recent months, and she didn't want to have a set back. Besides, no one wanted snow on Thanksgiving.
Slowly getting up from her own bed, she did a bit of hacking in her computer terminal to find out just where Tetsuo had ended up bunking. ~Lucky. He got a room all to himself...~ she thought, marking the number down and heading there.
Once she arrived, she knocked softly then more surely when she got no response the first time.
"Tetsuo?" she called, hoping she wasn't interrupting anything.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 5:55 pm
"Oh don't worry Raze, I'll probably RSVP..." She said giving him a delighted hug. "I thank you for your support though..."
Her uncle chuckled. "I'm not planning on going either..." He told her.
"But Uncle Jess, mom is your sister..." She said shocked by that. "I thought you said that family was most important."
"I have my reasons not to..." He hesitated for a moment or two. "Rach...things happened after you left here...." He didn't want to tell her all of it. "Beleive me, I'm not going...no matter how much she begs...never again..." His tone was final.
She looked somewhat confused. "Alright...." She said before shaking her head. "Probably not missing to much anyways.....lets go see if dinners ready..." She said leading them off towards the dining room. On their way she spotted Penny again. "Hey Penny, Hey...." Her eyes widened at the cast. "Are you alright?" She asked Jacen.
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Cathy smiled as she let out a healthy burp. "Good job kid..." She laughed walking back out. She looked at Morgan. "Hey Handsom...don't we look good together?" She asked holding Ana. Ana of cource had her head on Cathy's shoulder watching the people as they walked about.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 7:27 pm
"Im a just go watch T.V" Kade cracked a smile and continued to snack on his apples. He couldn't wait for the real food to hit the table. Kade flopped himself down on a sofa before the T.V. and grabbed the remote and turned on the T.V and scanned through the channels..
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 9:06 pm
Riding the lift down to the basement, Kris mulls over his decission. He had decided to forego joining the others for thanksgiving for a few reasons 1) He knew no one there. 2) He isn't an american citizen, so he didn't feel it would be right to celebrate their hoiliday, he feels the same way with religions. 3) He get in some great training time in peace.
As the doors open, he wanders amoung the prep. room lockets. He'd been told he had one with his code-name on it, but he didn't know what it was. All he had been told was 'It fits with how you defeated the sentinel.' As he goes thgrouhg another round of searching, he finds a reetively un-used one with 'Blademaster' inscribed in the top. Smiling slightly, he opens it.
Opening the locker, he finds his uniform and a note from Beast, saying this: "this suit has been custom made to fit you and your powers. It is mane drom a material that allows your gel to slide freely from your skin out onto of the clothing, it is also resistant to the elements and minor damage, enjoy." Noding, Kris slides the costume on before looking in the mirror.
His uniform is standard, close fitting dark blue with a large 'X' on his back and another over his heart. "....." He was going to ask for a different color later. Practing various movements, he is satisfied that this clothing will serve him well.
As the door opens to the danger room, he quietly hopes the others are having a plesent holiday.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 11:07 pm
Kylia had been making really good time in the repairs, she had already finshed most the rewiring the configuration panel for the danger room's simulation system, now she just had a few more adjustment to make in the danger room to make sure that the power matrix was working properly.
When the doors of the danger room open, it suprised Kylia that she bumped her head on the top of the inside of the ceiling panel where she had now been working. "Kyaaaa, Ittai desu ne!" Even though most of the time spoke in the same British mannerism as her father, when ever Kylia got upset the Japanese heritage of her mother always seemed to come out.
She peeked her head out from the ceiling to see why the doors had suddenly opened. That when she noticed the Kris walking into the danger room. Kylia instantly recognized the young gentleman from a few days ago that was drinking tea and had got into and arguement with Miss Emma over his tea mug. She had to say she was a little surprised, she wasn't expecting anyone to be using the danger room today.
"Oh my goodness! I so sorry I didn't realize anyone was going to be using this room today. If it not too much of an inconvenience could you wait just five more minutes please and allow me to make the final adjustments to the power systems main frame. I apoligize again for the trouble." And with a flick of her long braid Kylia disappeared back into the pannel again.
Just as she said, five minutes she had completly finished. Kylia looked down from her perch and smile. "All done sorry for the wait, go ahead and give it a try!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 8:24 am
Taiya Suno Sonya was completely surprised by the two guys. Man, she thought, I thought Sasha and I were weird enough. But now Pietro and Markus... we're going to be one crazy family.
Still, she was happy about how Markus was praising and protecting her as his girlfriend. But then she heard something. It sounded like static. There was something about the static that she remembered, but couldn't put her finger on it. It made her tremble.
"Excuse me," said Sonya, and quickly walked outside to get some air. Still, she felt as though she was being watched. Markus looked at her oddly noting the worried expression. "Scuse me bro..." He said and followed her outside. "Sonya? Whats wrong?" He asked catching up with her. "I'll be here when you get back." He said with a shrug.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 8:50 am
Kris blinks, likewise surpised. He too had expected no one to be around. "..Er...uhm....thanks," he finishes weakly. Composing himself quickly. he tries out his new clothes. Black gel begins to seep from his skin, through the clothes, resing comfortable on top of it, and staying in place.
Forming repeating plack blates over his forearms, wrists and fingers, until they are fully covered. "..Begin street thug program.." Imediatly, five thugs shimmer into existance. One with a hunting knife, one with a chain, another with brass knuckles, one with a lenght of pipe and the final one with a woddden stick.
Kris sighs as the charge, he'd been hoping to fight somene armed with firearms, but he was not picky.
Testing his new suit further, he forms a sword. The handle is two feet long and two inches thick with a sword wrap tightly wound around it with a small, hexagonal counterweight at one end, acting as a counter to the blade's weight. At the other end is the sword's grip. Seen as a |_| from each side, the | parts are six inches high, the _ part is three. The sides of the grips connected together around the blade, making the hilt, which sticks out two inches on the sides and one inch on the front and back, on each side of the blades bottom. The center part of the grip, lower on the sides that the outside pieces, is sunken in to accommodate the blade. The blade itself is six feet long, six inches wide and three fourths of an inch thick for two inches in from the edges, the center two inches of the blade are only a half inch thick. The exception to this is the tip, which is three and a half inches from the sunken in part of the blade.
As thug #1, armed with the knife reaches him first, he sidesteps the clumsy sideslash, grabbing the sword, left hand over right, he brings the blade across his stomach, casiing him to disappear in a flash of color, beaten.
From there, he takes the offensive, charging the thug with the staff, who in a stupid attempt, tries to block the blade with the staff, as the blade passes through the staff and thug, he turns as he too disappears in a flash of color. The next two thugs, the brass knuckle wearer and pipe swinger, charge him, side by side, easy targets. As he takes both of them in a single slash, he focuses on his last opponent.
The chain, wielder, for his part, has gotten close to Kris in the confusion, brining the cahin down towards Kris;s head. Rasing his armored right arm, the chain wraping around it, he smiles slightly. This was a little more interesting then he had expected. Grabbing the chain and yanking on it, he pulls the final thug close enought to slash.
As the final thug fades away, he looks at Kylia cooly as he rests his word on his left shoulder. "That was.....intertaining, but do you have anything more challanging that doesn't involve sentinels?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 1:13 pm
After a mild bit of melodrama, Pietro retrieved Ana from Cathy and led her into the dining room. And once he was there, he noticed one SMALL detail that everyone else had seemed to forgot.
"Um... who the hell was supposed to cook the turkey?" Pietro asked, to no one in particular. Indeed, it seemed as though everyone had invited their family, only to entirely forget about the meal that was supposed to come with it.
"Well..." said Emma. "I suppose we could--"
"Say no more! I'm on it!" shouted Pietro, zipping over to find Wanda. "Wanda! Turkey! STAT!"
Wanda looked at her brother oddly. "Did you forget that I can't cook?" she asked.
"Yeah, but you can bend the laws of physics to make a fully cooked turkey just appear out of nowhere!"
"... You're insane. How do I know I wont just make it come to life?"
"Good point," Pietro said before stabbing the uncooked turkey with a butcher knife. "There, now cooky cooky."
"Ok, you're not insane," Wanda said. "You're just a sick freak and the fact that you've breeded only confirms my disbelief in a god."
With that, Pietro gave Wanda puppy-dog eyes. She had no idea where he'd learned to make that face, but she knew she'd have to comply. Not out of pity, but out of a severe desire to purge that image from her mind. "OK OK FINE!" she shouted before shooting a hex bolt at the turkey.
Almost instantly, the turkey was not only cooked, but it seemed to be at least twice the size as it was before. It also had extra turkey legs, a cullinary treat that they were sure no one had added to this bird.
"Crap..." Wanda muttered. "This isn't our turkey, I probably just teleported someone else's gourmet turkey here..."
"Awesome, even better!" Pietro shouted.
"Still though... I wonder where our turkey went..." pondered Wanda.
Meanwhile, in Washington DC, the presidential Thanksgiving feast was sent into chaos as their gourmet multi-legged turkey was replaced by a raw, living zombie turkey who pulled the knife out of its back and began chasing the delegates around the dining room.
"Oh well, probably nothing to worry about," figured Wanda as Pietro began to rapidly set the table, inviting everyone else to join.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 2:05 pm
Sasha put Ana in a high chair, between her and Pietro's feet, but not to where she wasn't able to slap Pietro upside the head if need be. She saved the two seats beside her for her aunt and Sonya. She couldn't believe how close Pietro's puppy-dog face was like Ana's. Yes, she was his daughter, both spoiled rotten. She was amazed at Wanda's turkey.
"Wow, that's awesome!" she said.
Meanwhile, Sonya was out on the balcony when Markus came out. "Oh, I'm fine," she lied. She wasn't quite sure if she could tell him everything. She had deep feelings for him, and didn't want him to leave. But she didn't like keeping things from him either. If he knew, he would leave her, she kept telling herself. He'd abandon her like the X-Men did long ago.
She shook her head. "I just needed some fresh air, that's all," she assured.
Sasha walked out to the balcony. "Come on you two!" she called to them. She went back inside. "Pietro!" she shouted.
Pietro had put many plates in front of Ana, filled to capacity with food.
Sonya and Markus went back inside. "Hey Rachel, Cathy, come sit over here!" she shouted a she sat between Markus and her mother. There was a seat beside Pietro, and Sonya knew it was for Wanda.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 4:42 pm
Rachael sat down next to her uncle. "Come on Raze have a sit..." She called out to him. "Before the food gets cold!" She looked and spoke quietly with her uncle for a few moments pointing out people to him.
Cathy sat herself down in the seat next to Morgan. "Nice bird..." She complimented upon seeing the turkey. It took a lot of effort not to sprawl out onto her chair as she usually did.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 5:08 pm
He watched her for a few seconds. "Sonya, somethings bothering you, I can tell..." He put an arm around her knowing that she wasn't quiet ready to talk about it yet. "When your ready to talk about it...you know where I am." He gave her a kiss and walked with her back inside and took a seat at the table next to her pushing it aside for now just to enjoy the moment. He looked at Pietro as he set the plates down in front of Ana. "Ummm....no offence there Pietro, but she's a little young to be eating that yet...the mashed potatoes maybe...but not the turkey..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 6:54 pm
Pietro looked up at Markus as he casually reached for a very large butcher knife, and in an instant reduced Ana's meal to a fine liquidy paste. "My girl needs her protein, she's gonna grow up to be big and strong like her daddy, of course!"
With that, Pietro began making goofy faces at Ana, making her laugh. He fed her the meal one lil spoonful at a time, making sure none of the turkey chunks were too big for her. He didn't seem too concerned about his own meal... he'd eat later on.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 7:31 pm
"You know petey, you could get a swell job as a food prossessor if everything else fails." Cathy said smiling at him. She then helped herself to some corn and turkey.
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