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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 5:18 pm
"My step-Father, the scientist, must've had it for a long time. And eBay is a great place to find parts for it...Lets take it for a spin" He said, sitting down and starting it up. "Well?" He said, looking up at her.
"Can you drive?" She asked.
"You think my parents would train me to be the ultimate ninja and not teach me to drive?" Said Tetsuo, pulling a license out. The picture on it was obviously edited, since when it was done he still was the raptor-boy...but it wasnt far from what he looked like in human form, though the eye color was off by a bit...but still blue. When he had goten it, he wasnt legaly old enough to drive...but now he was, and he was going to exploit that fact with his new car.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 7:21 pm
After finishing his spar, Kris had headed over to the pool of gel that had been his sword on the other side of the room, placing a finger on the pool, he watches as the sword reforms. He'd managed to pick it up and rest it on his left shoulder when the computer starts yelling. Turning, the first thing he thinks is "Princess?." His train of though shifts when he sees Kilo attack her. After his mind processes that a large, learning, psycotic machine has just attacked the other person in the room, and that he had been given really, really vauge instructions to shut it down and that he's in the situation that in ever sort of entertainment: tv, movies, books, he's boudn to lose at least a limb doing this. His mind racing like an AM Gremlin, the first thing he decides about what's going on, what he is ging to to and how he feels is this: he's annoyed. It isn't just that this is an uneviable situation, though that is a large part of it, but also the annoyance of being screwed over like this. Sighing deeply, compsiong himslef as he walks towards kilo, he looks at the bright side of this. He doesn't know where this damnitable core is, so he has to cut this thing up till he find it, so at least he has a nice outlet for his stress. As he approacheds, Kilo turn is his focus from Kylia to him. Though Kilo is only, in Kris's opinion, about as smart as a digital watch, it does have the mental capiacity to remeber Kris and decides to deal with him. As Kilo advances, he morphs, becoming a twelve foot tall humanoid with a larve ovalular shield over his left arm and a war hammer in his right hand. This time, Kris charges. When the clash, Kris swinging his sword from behind his left shoulder down, Kilo from the right side, something in this match is different from the pervious fight. There is no play in Kris's next move. Bringing the blade down on the hammer handle, instead of the head, he jumps, pushing off again on the shield, which kilo had brought across to slash, and leaping above kilo, brining the sword down on his right shoulder. As the blade connect, he swinings his body up, so the weight of it is pushing down, instead of pulling. The result is the blade, fully cutting across into kilo, goes deeper down, leaving a massive slash going down from his shoulder down to his waist. Pushing off Kilo, he regroups and charging. Moving to the right, avoiding the shield attack, and avoiding the weak attacks of the right arm, he begins attacking the back in a flurry of slashes, down to the right, up stright, across the top, back across the middle, up to the right, down to the left. With each cut, he tries to see how kilo reacts. As he constantly sidesteps to stay at his back, so Kilo can't face him, he notes very little paniced effort to protect anything vital. After a quick thrust into the cenrer of the back, twisting the blade and bringing it into a slash that exits on the left side of the body, he jumps back. Random attacks weren't working. Perhaps if he lets Kilo reform, his new form will shead some light. As he stands, Kilo indead begins to reform, now facing Kris, he no longer has any large weapons. For that matter, he has not real arms, only long tendrils with large oval blobs at the ends, lots of them, five at each point where a shoulder should be. Taking a step with one of his three legs, Kilo advnaces, the tendrils whipping around. Kris sighs, wishing he would stop getting ideas that will get him killed. Eyeing the new body, he finally finds what he has been looking for. His orignial guess had been the head, but that was wrong, the spot was: between the legs. Deciding that who ever had designed this had a really awful sense of humor, he moves in. Though it seems like a poor spot, it makes sense, make opponets would never attack their, lest they break the guy code of honor. Origanally, the idea had bee nto take the hits to get close, but when the first tendril his him in the chest and slams him into the wall, he modifies his plan as he gasps for breath, coughing up bloody saliva. As he stands, wipping away the liquid that dribbled through the plates, he moves. Grabbing the sword, he holds it infront of him, flat side facing Kilo. As Kris advances, small spikes shoot from his heels, giving him grip to get hit. As he slowly advances, he feels the first blow on the sword, the next, the next. One whips around the side of the sword to hit him, but ater first hjitting the sowrd, it has alot less power. Tiring fro meach blow, he begins to wonder when he will know he's gotten close enough. A few moments after he wonders this, he feels a blow to his back. Looking to the side, he sees he has passed through the frontal barrage, and is now getting hammered in the back to push him away, with the body of kilo to Kris's left. Avoiding the classic cliched battle cry, mostly because he would rather call kilo a really bad word, he charges. Instantly. the blows begin from all sides, be stays focused. When he's close enough, he slashes, but is blocked by a leg. Freeing the blade, he sees a foot flying at him. Making the only really good call he's made this whole battle, he rolls to the side, finding himself under kilo. Swinging his blade around over him, he begins to stand, delivering a flurry of curcular slashes, severing the legs. As Kilo's body faals towards him, he points his blade point up, letting gravity do it's job. Kilo, for his part, makes the sound that a machine getting hit in the crotch can only make as its liquid metal body loses form, falling over Kris. For a while, ther is scilence, broken only by what sounds like muffled swearing. Bursting from the liquid, Kris stands, lquid dripping off his body as he plants the tip of his sword in the ground with his left hand at arm's lenght to prop him up. His right arm is at his side, his knees are slightly bent. His head, lowered, rises and falls with breath, before finally lowering as he rests. A few minutes later, Kris walks over to Kylia, his sword on his left shoulder, covered in bits of kilo, his helmet fades away, leaving streaks of Kilo's material in his hair. "...Hey."
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 8:43 pm
"Then let's go." Gen said with a smile. She was happy to get out of the mansion and all the people, as well as taking a ride in a car that she thought there was little to no chance of ever sitting in herself.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 10:51 pm
"Ok, get in" He said, opening the passenger door and closing his door. He waited untill she was in to put it in reverse. (the garage door was already open....'cuz I said so) He pulled out and turned around. Leaving the grounds of the institute.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 7:16 am
Penance's stomach was growling at that point. Even as nasty as it was, Jacen's idea of ptero-steaks had a certain appeal to it. She shuddered at the thought and looked at Avril who seemed quite content at sitting with Jacen. It was rather adorable actually.
"Maybe we should save Regina from what looked to be a painful experience," Penance nodded her head towards Regina being smothered by her parents almost literally, "Of course, the fun way."
Jacen gave her a curious look but recognized the mischeivious smile she already had on. Never was she a girl to do things the easy way, the 'PC' way. Penance pointed to Avril's hand and the little girl formed a small golden sphere of light. Nobody really noticed it since it looked almost like the candle lit.
"Now don't hit them with it, just distract them enough to let Regina escape," Penance told Dawn who floated the sphere over and around people to create a little distraction for Regina to break away, "You have been practicing."
When Dawn brought the sphere back, she tried to touch it. Still, it burnt her hand. She half wished that her abilities could be used in their trio but that was okay. Curiosity struck her, though, as she flexed her hand to speed up healing, "Does it burn you, Jacen?"
As they were experimenting with orbs of light and telekenisis, dinner was being served. Emma apparently went to no expense for this meal.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 8:37 am
Regina's parents were surprised at the floating orb. Her father being an almost obsessive ghost believer, stared and insisted that it was a sphere.
Regina supressed a grin and snuck off with Porter, sitting near Penny and the rest. "Thanks... My parents aren't bad people. The just... don't get it."
"Who's do?" Porter asked, shrugging.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 6:02 pm
"Actually, this doesn't seem to hurt at all," Jacen remarked as he watched Avril take the orb of golden energy from his hand to hers. "Maybe it's cause I'm used to it?"
"Probably."
Without thinking, Jacen let a small orb of ebon energy form in his hand and Avril sat there looking at it with a slight awe. Black light was alot different than golden light. Curiousity took over both of the young girls, and Avril took it and held it in her hands.
"Does that hurt at all, kiddo?," Jacen asked. She shook her head just at the moment when Dawn used her particular gift and started to float it around in the air. Jacen, thinking hard for a second, controlled the energy enough to implode upon itself, trapping all of the light inside.
"Gettin' good at controlling that kinda stuff," Jacen said to himself as he saw some of the food being laid out in front of everyone. Instinctively, he went to start dishing out some food to those near him, but he moved just right to where it hurt his arm. With a defeated look on his face, he sat back and let someone help him.
While he sat back, he watched while everyone seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere. It was comforting to know that most everyone and everything seemed to be at peace. All he needed was to get his arm healed so he could get himself back on track. "Thank you," he said to Penance as she sat his plate in front of him. It was time to eat, and eat he was going to do.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 6:27 pm
Jamie looked at her, interested. "Now, not being a big fan of crowds I can understand. No family I can definately understand. Now, not being American, that's no excuse. I mean, the history behind Thanksgiving is boring. . . so you can ask someone else if you actually care, but it's the idea. That you have one day where you sit and reflect on everything you're thankful for. A nice idea."
Jamie said, continuing to absentmindedly play his bass. Jamie sighed slightly. "Come on we should go downstairs and socialize." He said without conviction. Honestly, if she said she didn't want to go he had no problem sitting here.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 8:58 pm
"No, thank you," She whispered in his ear, "You made me realize awhile ago what was really important."
"I did, did I?" He asked as she filled their glasses with wine and fixed her sister's a plate of food.
"Yea, but you don't know it," Penance smiled as Regina and Porter sat down to join them, "Glad our little trick worked, Regina. Although, I'm starting to feel a little left out here. Seems everybody can control Avril's little power orbs."
She was joking of course. It was nice seeing her sisters have fun. It was just nice seeing her sisters again. It had been too long... too damn long. It had been her goal not to be non existant for them. Of course, as she already knew, it was out of her hands the last year.
"I don't know, Jacen, I think you could make stuffing better than this," She smiled and joked, "Be all domesticated and stuff. We can get you and Regina matching aprins for the kitchen."
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 9:14 am
"I don't do aprons..." Regina said, supressing her laughter. That was an intersting mental image to be sure. "Though I do agree that Jacen and I could do better than this. It does look good but it doesn't have a loving touch. At least my deserts will."
"I bet." Porter assented, keeping an eye on the festivities.
Gen got comfortable in the vehicle, marvling at how smooth the ride was. "This is great..." she said softly, watching the scenery go by.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 9:34 am
"Nice, but put through an assembly line," Penance dipped some turkey in gravy and wondered aloud, "Why doesn't chicken make you sleepy like turkey... why this particular bird... wonder if it was a bird conspiracy..."
Jacen looked at her with a sideways glance, "And what did they put in YOUR wine?"
Penance shrugged, "Something potent enough to make me just that more insane."
Indeed it was. Emma knew people. It was a formula just changed enough to counteract any mutant interfearances. Her goal, not to deceive, to let people enjoy themselves.
Jonothan wasn't the first or last person at the Xavier Instititute who had never celebrated Thanksgiving before. In fact, he never celebrated any holiday. After leaving the military program and before the Institute, he was in isolation for fear of hurting others with his abilities. Holdiays were just another way to remind him that he was alone, that he had nobody. That's why he was glad to be back at Xaviers, to a place that really was home.
"I think, you should lay off the wine. If I didnt' know our headmasters any better, they probably found something not sold on the standard market," He was pretty sure he was right. Himself, he was avoiding it. He was not a wine person.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 9:56 am
Regina grinned, having made sure she grabbed a small bottle of sparkling grape juice on her way back from her and Gen's little journey. She had hoped she could celebrate her return with Porter whenever she got back, but now seemed like the best time to break out the fake bubbly.
"I happen to have a safety. Anyone in?" she asked, taking out the grape juice. "All the taste with no worries. I bought it on the road."
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 12:43 pm
Penance already saw Dawn eyeing Regina's bottle of grape juice. She had already shoved her glass away for the time being, "Yes, you can have some."
"Now, after all this food, we need a big fireplace and... snow. That would be a nice Thanksgiving, I think," Penance leaned back in her chair gnawing on a roll, "Snowed in at the Institute with everybody's parents. You'd love it."
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 1:31 pm
Tetsuo was definately enjoying himself. Loving the reactions he got from people he passed. It wasnt every day you saw a DeLorean. He thought for a moment, glancing over at Gen. "hey, since its thanksgiving, lets go get something to eat. I know this Japanese place that has great ramen." He said with a grin. Tetsuo LOVED ramen noodles...nearly to the point of obsession at times
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 3:33 pm
"No thanks. I prefer American homebrewed," Jacen said as he stood up and started away from the table. Penance looked at him questioningly, to which Jacen only smiled. It wasn't like he was planning on running away. Yet. As much as he would liked to have mingled, he was not really wanting to be around everyone. While he walked through the dining hall, he said a few hellos to the others as he passed by their seats, and quickly turned into a doorway to get away from the crowd.
Holding his arm to his stomach, he realized finally how much the broken bone was bothering him. He looked up when he saw a few of the others look at him with worry. Feeling embarrassed, he only chuckled and waved off their concern. He'd be fine, or so he told them.
"Need assitance to McCoy, mein freund?," Nightcrawler asked when he walked in behind Jacen.
"Perhaps," Jacen replied, "But isn't he up here eating with the rest of us?"
"Nein...he felt zat if he vere up here, he'd disturb ze parents," Nightcrawler said with a sigh, "I have no such aversions."
"Obviously. And don't worry 'bout me. I'll be fine." Jacen turned around to see Avril standing there, looking at Jacen.
"Come on! Their starting to serve dessert!," she said excitedly.
"See, I can't head out, Elf. See ya!" With that, he was led, by the hand, back to his seat to engorge in what was sure to be a rather well made dessert.
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