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 Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 6:37 pm
 [ ʈ | ɦ | ҿ ➸ S | i | z | e | - | S | h | i | f | t | i | n | g ]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOmega - Unrested - Jet, hangar
Since coming back from the reservation, the task of separating themselves seemed an impossible feat. They'd tried... but inevitably they wound up staring at each other, shifting their weight between feet just hours after they'd vowed for a “last time.” That she chose to sit next to him instead of her favored redhead told him that her request to go back to normal was proving just as difficult as it had been the first day. For her sake, he kept it discreet, their hands interlocking hidden from sight unless someone came right up on them and was looking for it. The effect his chuckle had on her hadn't been lost; but, rather than teasing her further, the simple motion of a raised eyebrow said it all.
“Mmm-hmm” He hummed disbelievingly in her ear when she said she didn't know what he was talking about, reveling in how breathy she sounded with her denial. He didn't get to tease her further, however... as Gabe from the Alphas decidedly grew a backbone and approached the volatile blond.
He accused her of being tame, going easy on the awkward little duck, and her rebuttal was around their safety. Grinning at her melodramatic response, he shook his head. “I don't think I can recall a time where geography was a concern. You could have torched him without harming the rest of us. You chose not to.” The teasing lilt would have let her know that he wasn't trying to instigate, but show her personal growth. Unlike most people, the native saw through the facade; she pushed the Alphas hard – the rivalry made the junior teams stronger.
Laughter met his chocolate eyes, even with her glare. This time, he didn't bother correcting Raine's name – Narcissa knew it. It was a touchy subject between them... Narcissa, while she'd die before admitting it was jealous of his choice for prom – pushing the issue would make things difficult for the walking sparkplug. Instead they enjoyed a few heartbeats together before Felix started throwing spitballs. Aren engaged in a few jibes with his friend before shrinking back into his chair when the overhead order to fasten their seat belts. Adept fingers gave a gentle squeeze, a silent reassurance.
“We'll find a way.” He promised, seeking to assuage her panic. Fingers drew light circles in the palm of her hand.
In an effort to distract her, he asked about her room.
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The commotion in the hallway sent the already frayed fuse of the Omega queen that much shorter. Broad shoulders rolled with a shrug when Cissa glanced at him askance – obviously he hadn't the slightest clue as to why two omegas were fighting. Cissa said to restrain them, and Tara pulled out a knife. “A little hardcore there, eh?” He asked, only half joking.
Aren watched the chaos ensue until his favored blond bellowed for it to stop and made a few more demands. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Aren remained the stoic, silent, unwavering support for his leader. He did frown at Roland – what Tanner had said was right. If anyone was going to have a row against him, he would have thought it would be himself. Tara made a glib about Roland keeping it in his pants, and Aren gave her a cheeky smile. “It's as though you took the words right out of my mouth.” He complimented before pausing and waving it off for Roland as a joke. Right now wasn't the time for their fight, so he made sure to make that clear.
“I'm curious too...” He murmured, not able to piece things together when Narcissa said she didn't know what was going on here... Especially after Leion wept and called Narcissa his sister. Eyes agog, his gaze fell on his other half, dreadfully confused. “Wait... What?” Since when were they related?
“I think you've been hitting the pipe too hard.” The native informed his teammate solemnly.
Narcissa bade the Alphas to leave, which left them with a smaller group to deal with the problem. There was no way he was leaving – not when Roland found himself in an embarrassing situation. Call him petty and vengeful; he found it amusing. Shoving his hands in his pockets once again, he sighed. “So... ” He trailed off, for once at a loss for words.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 6:43 pm
  Hallway, then Hangar
The last thing this hallway needed was more people piling in to observe the chaos like it was some sort of season finale on television. And yet, the space seemed to be getting more populated by the second. Everyone, minus the smaller group led by Katarina, watched in an almost stupor-like pose as they tried to figure out when Leion had become so murderous. Roland had suggested she had been posing as Leion, much to her dislike.
She had teased Roland about pissing more people off – as one of Kerri's comrades she had been privvy to the more gory details of their relationship and why it had hit a rocky patch. He apparently hadn't heard her, as she got zilch in response. “That doesn't help matters.” She teased, pointing a finger toward the retreating group, wanting him to relax a bit. Though her observation had been grounded in truth... Pissing off the brunette probably wasn't one of his more brilliant plans. Even her departing statement gave cause to believe that the girl might torment Roland out of vengeance at a later date.
A touched smile reached her hazel eyes when he softly greeted his girlfriend. Obviously, the boy wasn't beyond redemption; he was trying. It was sweet.
Leion fell into some sort of psychotic state and Emlen frowned once again. Making a circle next to her head with her finger, she made a cuckoo sound for Kerri to hear. Her stomach grumbled then, and she grinned sheepishly. Grabbing her tummy, a small blush rushed to her cheeks. “Well, I am in dire need of a snack, demands my stomach.” She said. Brushing the redhead's shoulder, she smiled. “Let me know how this all turns out.”
With that said, she departed shortly after the Alphas that Tara had ushered out. It didn't take her long to get lost.. and she promptly found herself back in the hangar, hoping to start over.. Daylia was there, and Emlen smiled at her teammate. “Well hello there! You missed all of the action... Leion's gone crazy and half of the teams was there to witness.” She said, not hesitating at all to fill the girl in on the gossip. After all, wasn't that what teammates were for?
"Do you have any idea how to get to the kitchen, I'm starved but terribly lost. I'll give you all the detes as we walk there."
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 2:06 am
  Luke tended to his Bonsai tree for several moments in silence, head bobbing to the classical music from his beats ear buds. Sure, Ipod’s came with their own headsets—But everyone who was anyone knew they kind of sucked and frequently bit the dust. Once the little lady stopped crying about the long plane ride that jostled her roots, he plugged in the grow light and angled it towards her. He was careful not to directly hit her with the full force of it, knowing how she hated to be blinded. “There…That’s better isn’t it.”
She agreed and he sighed with relief. It was strange only to have one plant in his room. There had only been snow as far as the eye could see topside…How did they expect anyone to have a normal life living in a hole. Granted, it was a fancy hole, but a deep dark hole nonetheless. He set about to unpacking after that, taking some of his things out of the taped boxes that had arrived before him. An alarm clock, his student issued laptop, an extra comforter, his favorite pair of combat boots. All the necessities.
He only stopped filling the dresser with T-Shirts, all rolled into perfect messes, when his stomach growled. Luke couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten. The day had been a blur of color and jet lag. He had to take of his tree before anything else, otherwise she’d never let him hear the end of it.
Eventually he decided to try and find the mess hall. Somehow the elevator landed on the third floor, and to his horror he figured out where all the children were bunking. To be more precise, where all the pre-teen Twilight fan girls were hiding. If he could have jettisoned himself out of there any faster, there would have been skid marks. Holding on to the railings he muttered, “Holy mother of God.”
He'd never seen so much silly string or glitter in his life. After that escapade, he decided that the stairs were safer.
Luke found himself back in the hanger after going up a few flights and taking a wrong turn somewhere. He heard a brunette haired girl mention finding the kitchen, and biting his pride, he shuffled over. He kept his hands stuffed in his pockets, not really knowing Gracie or Daylia. He didn’t even know what team they were on. They didn’t look intimidating though. “Ummm…Hey.”
“Would it be okay if I joined you two on your way to the kitchen? I’m definitely lost.”, he admitted grudgingly, his voice a little monotone. His eyes shifted from their faces to the floor while he shrugged. “If it’s not too much trouble.”
He was clearly awkward speaking to a pair of females that he didn’t know. In his eyes he’d chosen some of the least threatening figures in the area that seemed to be going the same way he was. At least these two weren’t yelling and punching each other out.
Pulling his hand out of his pocket he offered it to Gracie first, and then the red haired girl next to her. “I’m Luke.”
“I’m uh…Sorry. I don’t know your names.”
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 2:19 am
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WE BOW TO NONE. WE STAND AS ONE.  Were they to actually crash this plane and all die brutally and swiftly, it would almost be a better fate to Orchid than being trapped in the ******** Great White North. Very few things of note ever came out of Canada, among them hairy male mutants that smelled of wet dog and cheap alcohol, maple syrup, and the occasional band she liked from the area. All things she could live without. The last thing this South Florida girl wanted was to be a living life as a popsicle for the forseeable future. She understood the necessity, surely, but that did not mean she had to like it. The occasional dose of complaining did the body good, especially if it was about living in Canada, of all places. She'd much rather be at a tropical island full of supermodels whose command of the English language was irrelevant. Surely that would be the last place a Sentinel would look, wouldn't it? She supposed distance might be an issue once they would go out on raids of Sentinel factories eventually, but from what she'd heard they would have teleporters brought in, so that wouldn't be as much of a factor.
More than anything, she wanted to pay back the humans for their utter audacity. She wanted to be out in the field this very second destroying Sentinels bit by bit. She'd completely understood that this would need coordination; she wasn't an idiot. But she'd still rather be fighting than hiding. Every second meant more and more mutants would be in danger simply because the livestock refused to accept the superior species as their shepherds. The worst part of all this was how widespread the Sentinel problem was by this point. She wished they could simply nuke the factories all at once and be done with it. It would be giving the humans a taste of their own medicine, and doing the mutants a big favor in the long run. But all this was hypothetical and, admittedly, unproductive. Still, it was certainly fun to think about. She'd much rather be doing any of those things instead of flying in a plane to Canada, trapped with a dozen or so other people just as irritable as, if not more than, her. She doubt they had the same fantasies she did, though.
It was pretty clear that Aspen was suffering from cabin fever, just in a different way than the rest of them. All that moving around in that plane could not be good for a girl who absorbs all kinetic energy around her. Orchid had figured that was what made her so jumpy and hyperactive. Narcissa was right in her suggestion that the girl not drink; that much energy mixed with alcohol was never a good thing outside of the bedroom. Orchid took a sip as she watched the exchange of snark between Aspen and Magda, smirking a bit at the two. It was clear that Magda's remarks were making Aspen reach a sort of boiling point, however, and it was perhaps not wise to continue down that road, should her plans for surviving a plane crash be a necessity rather than idle fantasy. She almost considered drugging the overly energetic girl, but decided against it; that would be a last resort. The last thing she needed was a bitchy elementary school scolding about drugs, and possession, and ethics, and injecting others with illicit narcotics against their will, and blah blah blah. While Peyton worked to try and soothe Aspen, Orchid went to work on Magda. ”Magda, dear, don't provoke her,” Her tone was almost motherly, if not a bit condescending. ”She's having a hard enough time controlling her power in this plane without being provoked into punching a hole into it.” She normally liked the girl's mouth; she had pretty lips, and the words that came out of them almost always made her smile. But that did not mean she was willing to die for the sake of a quip.
She took a long sip from her flask, fire catching on the back of her throat momentarily as the substance went down. It was certainly nowhere near to make her really drunk, but she could already feel her cheeks flush a bit as the alcohol did its best to warm her. She passed the flask along to the others, in no particular order, as Narcissa had suggested she do. Unfortunately, the flask wasn't especially large, so it would certainly not last very long if she continued to share. She wished then that she'd instead brought a whole bottle of bourbon on hand instead of just this little flask. It seemed she would have to deal with it sober then. Oh joy.
She had a subtle smirk on her face as her words seemed to fluster Magda rather easily. Orchid was generally a good judge of character, and it was quite obvious to her that the girl seemed to be jealous of the redheaded twin due to her, well, assets, and it was completely understandable. That did not mean that Orchid had to like it. Jealousy was for the petty and weak. She didn't tolerate such company in her presence. But she was not without mercy; she would forgive Magda her trespasses for now, as long as she understood what she did wrong. Her eyes turned once again to the buxom redhead, as if to make a point. ”Those can be faked, sweetie. Even the ugliest face can be made into something beautiful through the magic of cosmetics. But even the fairest of them all have to be above such nonsense. Brains, confidence; that's truly sexy. The Evil Queen didn't lose to Snow White because Snow White was prettier; she lost because wasn't confident enough in what she already had. Jealousy killed her.” She took a pause to take another sip from her flask, letting the burning in the back of her throat stop before she continued. ”Be confident in what you already have. The rest comes later. That right there,” she said, nodding in the direction of the redheaded twin once more, ”is a one night stand and cab fare taped to her forehead the following morning at best.”
”The jealous are the people we step on. Why do you think I call myself Covet? And we do you think the sapiens hate us as much as they do?”
She laughed lightly when Magda mentioned what she'd said before about using ballgags to shut up Charlotte's twin. ”That is most certainly the truth. And that's just what I have in my purse,” she said with a wink. The girl did not seem to like the bourbon as much as Orchid did, stating she would stick to her energy. ”Right, because that's what we need, more energy and nowhere to direct it,” she said teasingly. She supposed that not everyone had the stomach for alcohol like she did; more for her to enjoy then. Another devious smile crossed her features as her suggestions of other distractions seemed to immediately stop every thought or action Magda was capable of. So she was having some effect on her. This was good.
The very first thing that Orchid did as she was let out of the plane, alongside all the other students, was stretch her arms and legs as far as they would go. There was something about being trapped inside a flying cylindrical prison for several hours at a time that just made her want to reach up and try to touch the sky, popping all the stiff muscles along her limbs, back, and neck back into fluidity in the process. As she made her way off the ramp from the jet, she set her belongings on the ground beneath her. The cold was unreal, but she would take that over being stuck in a plane for one second longer. She reached into her jacket pocket, pulling out her cigarette case and lighter, lighting one up and taking a long, relaxing drag before putting away the case and lighter. She took another long drag before before letting the cigarette settle on her lips, , using a thin lock of her hair to hold it by the butt whenever she needed her mouth free. She turned back toward Magda as she suggested they go find their rooms. She nodded in response.
She looked over toward Peyton and Aspen to see how they were holding up, but decided to leave them alone as they were attending to their own business, Aspen taking off to expel some energy, and Peyton dealing with a teleporer in a suit and a shapeshifter. She shrugged, turning toward Magda while she took a drag of her cigarette. She expelled the smoke in thin wisps, distinctive from the cold fog in that it was grey instead of a clear white. She finally stepped inside, avoiding most people that would come up to greet her or try and take her things; she could manage just fine. She found a map on one of the walls that seemed to indicate the girls' dorms were in the third floor. She continued along her path. For a moment, their path seemed block by some kind of commotion between Roland(of course it was him) and some other blonde kid whom she had utterly no idea who he was. She wasn't touching that with a ten foot pole. With careful maneuvering, she was able to avoid being drawn into the drama alongside Magda. She made her way to the elevator and hit the button. She waited, and waited, and waited. As she waited, she came up with an idea to throw in Magda's direction, ”We should throw some kind of housewarming party. I have plenty of booze.”
Before too long, she turned away from the elevator and instead headed toward the stairs. ”I'll let you pick our room,” she said to Magda, not giving the slightest indication that she intended to be roommates with anyone else. She took another long drag, the smoke building in her lungs burning at her before she spelled it in a long stream from between her lips.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 12:36 am
 The self-proclaimed sun goddess didn’t know how to co-exist. The last close relationship she’d entertained for more than a week had ended disastrously, leaving her bitter and the offending party a pariah among mutual networks. She’d spent the majority of her life fixing her own problems—Hell bent on proving that she didn’t need anyone or anything. Not family, not friends. Those were a luxury she couldn’t afford to have.
Kerrigan had been one of the first people to find a way permanently under her skin. The lovely red head had unknowingly trashed her solitary perspective without lifting a finger. For the Red Queen, she could do no wrong. From catching her ex making moves on the ginger, to realizing she was voluntarily sleeping with Roland—Narcissa only viewed these incidents as the Powers that Be picking on her best friend.
Since returning from the reservation she’d been forced to keep Kerrigan at arm’s length. It wasn’t due to Roland’s various dead ex-girlfriend complexes that kept her away, though that certainly didn’t help.
There just simply wasn’t a chance in hell she’d be able to keep Aren from her. Knoxx was too perceptive for her own good, and Narcissa couldn’t stay away from the size shifter for long. A fling over break she might have discussed and laughed about over hot cocoa…But this was far from that. She could feel Aren under her skin, in the back of her mind. He lived and breathed in pieces of her heart she hadn’t known existed. He was precious to her in ways she couldn’t begin to explain.
For his sake…She’d tried to avoid him. The Red Queen dutifully redrew the lines and rules that they’d adhered to before getting lost in one another… But it was impossible. There was no going back. He held her hand on the X-Jet, silently forgiving her for trying to maintain the status quo. It never seemed to do anything but cause them pain.
The simple act of holding his hand was a lifeline that she couldn’t bring herself to let go of.
She was selfish. She always had been—But this was by far the worst.
Narcissa kept her eyes forward, his humming so close to her ear doing very little to still her rapidly beating heart. “Aren…”, she breathed his name, barely a whisper in the dim cabin. It was a silent plea…
He knew exactly what he was doing.
Gabriel was almost a welcome interruption, despite the fact that he was an Alpha, and therefore retarded. She dismissed his existence almost as easily as she’d burned up his flash drive. He was little more than a human shaped glob of carbon that quickly resembled a stress ball in her minds eye.
Aren accused her of being too gentle, and she all but snarled. She could feel his disbelief before he uttered it, his mirth echoing in her chest. Staring at him for a long moment, she leaned back in the seat, tossing golden hair over her shoulder. “Yes. I could have torched him—But then we’d spend the rest of the ride inhaling the scent of burning human.”
“As a savage, I realize you wouldn’t mind—But you’re with the civilized now Pocahontas. Do try and keep up.”
To her disappointment he didn’t take the bait when she brought up Ruthie. Few things could cheer her up quite so easily as watching the hefty bint cry. She would have continued to make threats, possibly loud enough that the Alpha could hear, were it not for Felix starting trouble. When Aren took her hand again as the jet began to land, it was as if he’d read her mind.
Could he really feel how she felt? Did he know her terror at going underground? She well and truly hoped not. His fingers drew circles in the palm of her hand, canceling out her fears. How his mere touch could bring her infinite peace, she would never know.
***
Narcissa felt her skin heating against her will while her temper rose, the urge to blast things into oblivion growing ever stronger. She took two full steps away from Aren when she realized her temperature was spiking. This was unacceptable, in every sense of the word. The Alpha’s on scene were utterly ignored. Useless, and a waste of the air they mouth-breathed.
If they failed to adhere to her first warning, they might not make it to her next.
Blake seemed to be attempting to reason with both men, but she hadn’t cared to strain her hearing to listen. She couldn’t help the well of disgust that rose for the Texan, the fact that he seemed intent on appeasing her making it worse. His platitudes were offensive and repulsive. He was a mouse, not a man—Narcissa held very violent designs to crush him in the near future.
Her fiery eyes snapped from Blake to Roland with the intensity of a bull whip. The behemoth seemed to think that the word “Enough” meant take matters into his own hands and hold a fellow Omega at sword point.
“What chemical imbalance would explain you pulling a weapon out after I’ve ordered you to stand down?”, the earth bound star demanded coldly, crystalline eyes so piercing that they seemed capable of nailing a target to the nearest wall. Narcissa still kept an invisible barrier between herself and Roland, never getting too close, but that didn’t stop her from reminding him who held his leash. “My second in command was clearly instructed to restrain him. Not you. I don’t care what you do behind closed doors—but outside of the bedroom you both belong to me.”
“Knoxx was more than sufficient. Disobey me again and I’ll tear you apart.”
His white knight routine implied that Kerrigan somehow wasn’t proficient enough to keep one boy still in a group full of mutants. She didn’t like the prowess of a member of her court being diminished because they just so happened to be doing the horizontal mambo. He was exceedingly lucky that Kerrigan was thoughtful enough to point out that the blade was unnecessary.
Her attention returned to Leion when she thought she heard him utter ‘sister’ in her direction, head tilting a little. That wasn’t what she’d expected. She felt confusion run through Aren, and it echoed across the golden threads that bound them.
Narcissa had no immediate family. Her parents were gone, and she’d never had any brothers or sisters.
Her eyes scanned the young man that had suddenly started to cry, trying in vain to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Roland thought he was a shape shifter, pretending to be someone that he wasn’t…But the sun goddess wasn’t so sure. Especially not when Katarina flounced by. God and Queen, what a trollop.
Mystique… Why would she out herself to beat on Roland? That made even less sense than the Alpha. The Brotherhood never made a move without purpose.
The Red Queen tried to focus on Leion’s energy signature—But something seemed to keep her from locking on. Probably his ability conflicting with her inexperience. She sighed deeply when Kerrigan asked what was to be done, the growing silence unnerving. She hadn’t been counting on dealing with a few miscreants so soon--Though she realized that was a foolish assumption now. The small woman was tired, frightened by being buried alive. All she wanted was to find her quarters and rest. Ideally, with Aren nearby. “Escort Roland to the infirmary and see to it that he accepts treatment. He was just released from probation--I'd hate to have to bench him again so soon. ”
She approached Leion, checkig her temperature before letting delicate fingers reach for his chin—Turning his head slowly from one side to the other. His jaw was a little sharper than she remembered, his form a little less frail. If she recalled correctly, he’d been in the thick of it for weeks now.
It made sense that he would need to toughen up and lose that baby charm to survive.
“You can let him go... I see a misunderstanding that went a little too far. He isn’t going to cause any more unnecessary trouble.”, Narcissa intoned coolly, glowing eyes ensuring that the doppelganger was paying close attention. The grave tenor that attached itself to her words was almost worse than the way she’d lambasted Roland. At least he knew where he stood. This young man was lost in a very deep ocean without a paddle. “Will he?”
The question was rhetorical as she released him. He would need to be short a few chromosomes to cross her now. He mentioned that no one seemed to know what was going on and she smirked coldly. "Perhaps not...But I intend to find out."
Long golden hair fell over her bare shoulder when she glanced towards Blake trying to decide whether or not to take him seriously, or keep hoping that a magical train would suddenly speed through and put him out of his misery. What seemed more likely than anything else, was that Leion was suffering a psychotic break. Physically he seemed fine—So Professor McCoy or Joshua were irrelevant for the time being.
He was irrational, suffering delusions and severe mood swings. That was a sick mind, not a sick body. “Page one of the telepaths and let them know we’re on our way to the staff offices—Preferably Frost, but I’ll take diet Phoenix in a pinch.”
In the event that he wasn’t crazy, and indeed a lying scumbag…Well, they’d know that soon enough as well.
Hearing that Gracie was looking for a snack, she turned towards her retreating form—Raising her fingers to her lips to release a sharp whistle. “Covington! Your solemn duty from this point onward is to find me chocolate—None of that sugar free rubbish or I'll have you running suicides till the New Year.”
From there she broke up the group, sending the Omega’s present on their own paths. The fight was over, the show was over—There was no point in wasting everyone’s time. She turned towards where she thought the staff offices were and tilted her head, clearly expecting Leion to walk ahead, or at least beside her. Behind was not an option.
The Red Queen didn’t tell Aren to accompany them, considering the hopeless charade they were entertaining… But he wouldn’t have to guess what she wanted. She was uncomfortable underground and he tethered her. It was simple.
OOC: Tell me if I missed someone. TY
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 5:33 pm
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xWell, it turned out his friend wasn’t so keen on finding their way around by trial and error. ”You don’t think we’d get a good look around by getting lost?” He teased. Charlie had never been the type of person to let things like getting lost bother him. Most things weren’t a big deal, so it seemed silly to get upset over them. If they got lost it wasn’t at though they wouldn’t find their way eventually. Of course, as Christian pointed out, they did still have more luggage to deliver, and if they didn’t want to be at this for the rest of the day then they would need to learn their way around more efficiently.
Luckily they ran into some others that at least looked like they knew their way around. The redhead (Charlotte) told them she could have used some help with her bags when she’d arrived. Christian didn’t miss a beat in admitting that they hadn’t been as diligent in their work as was maybe expected of them. At least he didn’t have to worry about pretending anymore. Not that he had been very worried about it before. He cast her an apologetic glance, even if there was nothing to apologize for. They couldn’t be everywhere at once, and if her bags hadn’t made it onto the cart it was probably because she had taken them before they had started helping. "Page us next time." he suggested. ”For the inconvenience, think of it as an IOU."
It was suggested by the gruff fellow (Leo) they drop the luggage they were delivering onto the floor and leave the owners to find it. It hadn’t been mentioned that they were doing this to occupy their free time, and before any comments could be made by the two boys, the curvaceous redhead cut in to muse the idea of them winning favor with the ladies. To which Christian reminded him that it would be the only reward they received for all of the hard work. He grinned, his friend’s regret practically tangible. But his gaze remained on the group in front of them as he gave a subtle shrug. "I’m not gonna lie and say we’d be opposed to that." Intentional or otherwise. Though hook ups, relationships and whatnot were far down on Charlie’s list of priorities. He was looking more forward to making some new friends. Friends and training. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy a cherry on top of his sundae if the opportunity presented itself however...
Bella, Charlotte, Leo. Charlie committed the names to memory once the lovely dark-haired woman introduced everyone. A nod confirmed their identities while Christian commented that they were famous. She also took a look at the tags on the luggage they were carting around and the revelation that the rest of their deliveries would be mostly to underaged girls came out. Much to his companion’s dismay. He gave the werewolf a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Don’t look so glum, bud. There’s still another plane full of luggage, they can’t all be tweens." If they were he might consider changing his codename.
So they needed to get three floors down. And their options were helpfully laid out for them. They could either take this elevator, or the ones on the opposite side of the floor plan. The sooner they were done the better, as far as he was concerned, but there were a few words that echoed through his mind;
Mauled by screaming girls…
Thankfully Bella was looking out for them, and now they could make an informed decision on their plan of action. His face scrunched in discontent at the thought of running into a bunch of overly excited young girls looking for their things. ”Appreciate the warning,” He glanced over at Christian to see what the plan was but it looked like his friend was going to leave the choice up to him. It was a tough one, and before he could answer, the elevator opened to reveal another member to add to their little group (Esben). He was… a little different in appearance, but definitely not the strangest mutant Charlie had seen.
"I wouldn’t sweat it, most things that happen around here are at least a little awkward." He assured. They lived in a hub for young mutants. Awkward came with the territory.
He stood up and took the initiative to introduce the group, hand gesturing to the face that belonged to each name. "Charlie, Christian, Bella, Leo, Charlotte..." A question mark subtly laced the names as he tested his short term memory. He tried to be prompt so as not to tie up the group - or the elevator - for too long.
Hazel stare looked from the elevator, to the group, and finally to the cart he and Christian were in charge of. "Well I think we’re gonna part ways. No point in cramming ourselves all into the same elevator when there’s another just a short hike away." Not to mention the dread Bella had instilled in both he and the werewolf regarding the tweens. Maybe they could come up with a plan of attack on their way to the other elevator. "Last chance to hitch a ride, or help out." He stated hopefully, mostly in Charlotte’s direction as he offered her a hand to help her onto the trolley.
He hadn’t missed the “Leo and I” spoken by Bella, no mention of Charlotte accompanying them on their descent. She seemed to be the only one not about to get into the elevator. Other plans, apparently? Or none at all? Maybe an extra set of hands would speed things up, they could speed through the floor and retreat before the tweens ever caught on. Wishful thinking probably, but it was worth a shot. Right?
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 7:17 pm
Roland Chevalier
Location: The Hangar
Thoughts: And I thought today was going to be a good day… Blade to the supposed Leion’s throat, he declined to give Emlen and Tara the satisfaction of responding. In this case, he’d done nothing. No use in attempting to convince them otherwise. So he ignored it and kept on with the blade at the throat. His blood was boiling; his eyes glowed like burning coals, his skull burned in a way to match the bright glowing in his eyes. Frankly to all those that had half a brain, he had the body language that screamed murder. But he restrained himself. In another time, in another place, the golden-eyed fighter would have broken his neck and buried him in a shallow grave. But he was trying to move beyond all that. It was growing ever more difficult to not snap back into the monster he knew himself to be. Narcissa harshly demanded that he put the blade away, asking what kind of imbalance he possessed to defy her orders, with a small bit of a growl, blood on his chin he replied in kind, “Old habits die hard Narcissa, in the circles I ran with the assailant was often left to the mercy of the victim.”Of all the people he expected to go on the attack, Aren surprisingly kept himself at bay. Of all the remarks, his was the only that was actually meant to be taken as a joke. The two of them would need to have words, as of all the situations he had, the one between them was the most pressing. Narcissa may be their team leader, but Aren was his roommate. And they were going to be down here underground for a long, long time. However things became strange, when Leion broke down and started calling Narcissa “sister”. What the hell was he on about that? Sounded like he was bit nuts. And with Kerrigan gently placing a hand on the blade. His rage cooled a bit, his eyes dimmed only slightly. His grim expression turned to a twisted grin, as he willed the blade away with a flick of the wrist. He still had his suspicions over the whole matter. Though his thoughts on his assailant being a shapeshifter were cut down when Kat strolled in. “Well then, that shoots the crap out of my theory.” he stated, “So now what?” he looked to Kerrigan and in response to her questioning about his status, and with a silent response: happy that she was here, but at the same time, embarrassed. This could have happened in front of anyone else, Naricssa, Aren, hell even the headmasters. But not Kerrigan, of all people not her. Narcissa began barking orders, asking for Emma to be called in to do a detailed profile on this Leion, and for Kerrigan to escort him to the infirmary. He looked to Kerrigan and with a gentleness in his voice, he simply told her “Whenever you're ready I know the way." His voice was softer, less harshness to his tone, zero growl that people may have become used to. His eyes dimmed a bit more, as his fingers gently glided across her side, while his other hand wiped the blood off of his chin. With that he turned to face the direction of the infirmary.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 8:43 am
L e i o nxxA. E v a n s ΩMEGα, LѺDεSTAℜ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇xxx Location: Underground(Alkalai Lake Base)
Thoughts: My Life got flipped, turned upside down  Now he was certain something was off, there was little to nothing of the people he knew in these familiar faces. They were all still quite alive and well and not being actively hunted by Sentinels hunkering in any hole they could find, they were organized, there’s a hierarchy and the woman with his sister’s face was clearly high on it. She ordered the others nearby as if she were a queen and they were her chess pieces. He couldn’t piece together what was happening, he was trying to think logically but there weren’t enough pieces to the puzzle, surely alternate timelines weren’t this drastically different?
A man standing behind the solar flare was insinuating Leion had been hitting the pipe too hard, from his looks and the pipe comment he was either Middle Eastern or Native American. He opened his mouth to say something along the lines of not wanting to smokum peace pipe, but before he could his sister’s doppelganger walked up and forcibly examined his face and told the Kerrigan look-a-like to let him loose before issuing a string of words that felt ice cold unlike her immense body heat, a very, very. . . very thinly veiled threat to which he merely shook his head lightly. Meanwhile another made a remark about him being from another planet and not New York, though he wasn’t even from New York to begin with, none of these people would know that. Up close, he could see small differences in her face that could only be caused by either plastic surgery or different genes.
Leion’s eyes shifted through a dulled rainbow of hues as his mind swam through dark thoughts and varying emotions, their glow gone entirely, unlike the man who was not Ravage whose eyes easily rivaled his own(when lit) in intensity but were doused by the Kerrigan of this place gently touching his blade. One thing was certain, for now he could not trust any of these people, he would comply with them at least long enough to figure out what was going on, but . . . then what? It’s not like he could fight his way out of this place even if the people of this place didn’t have his friend’s and sister’s faces there were still their powers to contend with and he had never been a match for his sister.
He looked up when Narcissa? called for someone to page a telepath and was apparently taking him to the staff offices, only to whistle loudly order another woman to find her chocolate before turning back to him. The way she kept tilting her head reminded him of a confused puppy, though the look in her eyes said she had everything under control. It seemed like she wanted him to walk ahead of her, but he did not know where anything was in this facility, hell he didn't even know where the facility was but to keep her from issuing any more threats related to melting skin (he'd smelled more than enough of that for his lifetime) he moved parallel to her, keeping out of arms reach, and made a hand motion indicating waiting to be shown where to go. He would speak, but he could not trust his voice to be steady anymore and he had already shown enough weakness to these others.L o s t i n s i d e y o u r m i n d p a n i c a n d p a i nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 10:35 am
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Of all the men on the junior teams, Felix had to be the most notorious wretch of all of them. Most of the time they spent together, he'd used their conversation to flirt with her, almost always suggesting a private rendezvous. She ignored him when she could but occasionally fired back, though her denials seemed to make a bigger game of it for the speedster. Were he not someone she actually considered to be a friend, she might have told him to get lost after so many passes at her.
After throwing spitballs at the crowd in the plane, the vast majority of the populace ignored him. Aren hollered back for a moment, and Aurie couldn't help but laugh.
How was it he never lost his sense of humor? No matter what the situation, he brought it equipped; it was one of the things she missed about hanging out with him and Dominik. There had never been a dull moment with the dynamic pair around.
It was then that Felix ducked in for a kiss, only to be met with an invisible wall. His lips looked as though they were trying to suck a window. "Yep. That's attractive." The telekinetic mentioned sardonically, but still he didn't budge - demanding that she end their game of chicken or that she be the first to back away. "It kind of reminds me of a fish stuck on a hook..."
She'd told him that he'd have a better chance of her letting the shield down if he didn't mention the lingerie right before going in for it. He argued that it was only logical for him to think of her little box of unmentionables - to which he adamantly denied that she'd let it get that far. Really, if that's what he had gotten in the past, he'd been hanging out with some rather cheap girls.
Eventually though, she relented, dropping the shield so as to push his head back to a more socially acceptable distance, telling him she didn't want to kiss any frogs today to find her prince.
Raine jumped to her defense then, reiterating in her own words what Aurelie had been stressing to him. Though, her description made her laugh hard enough that tears streamed down her face. "Slim jim?!" After an onslaught of more guffaws, she wiped her cheeks free of the salty drops that had fallen so readily from the remark. "Oh my god, that has to be recorded as the best description of that ever."
She notice the blush that danced over the bridge of Raine's nose, but figured Felix would have enough to say about that in his rebuttal - he always did. Not even seconds later, Felix haughtily responded. "Brownie, if this is a slim jim, you must be comparing it to a pin hole. At which point, I'm intrigued. Do tell me more."
Oceanic eyes sparkled with her laughter and she shook her blond head, incredulous to his impertinence. "She said UNexaggerated, Speedy."
"Raine is right though..." She said off-handedly, doing her best to minimize the damage that Felix would undoubtedly cause. "Women don't typically like dating a man who acts like he's five." She'd chosen the number arbitrarily, but just as it left the tip of her tongue she was sure he'd correct her with his supposed size.
On cue, the speed demon rounded his focus back to her, his tone matter-of-fact. It was like he'd just caught wind of the 'five' she'd thrown out, and felt himself fit to correct her. "Darling, I'm an easy eleven. Cop yourself a feel and tell me I'm exaggerating." That comment alone gave her cause to put a palm over her face as if to bury her shocked expression. However, I'm not running a peep show, so it doesn't come out unless it's getting used."
Coughing on her own onslaught of giggles, she tried her best not to let his commentary give way to any blush.. "I've heard it said though," She started once she caught her breath, "That it's not how much you have, but what you do with it... and that you should always subtract three or four from whatever number a guy throws out."
"Oh Blondie, you're so innocent and cute... Eleven was being modest, but unless you want your innocence and world shattered by my performance, you should quit before you say something you'll regret" This remark alone caused her stare to surge toward the ceiling; his rebuttals always were so over the top. As he continued, she eyed Raine, her expression plainly showing the sentiment that Felix was just a lot of talk. "Especially since you're clearly still a virgin or you wouldn't be using rumors from bitter twunts who wouldn't know their a** from the Grand Canyon for your facts."
This of course, cause her to snicker, her counter readily bubbling from her lips. "Oh Felix..." She said, not bothering to correct him. "Whatever you say..." She stated off-handedly, doing her best not to outright laugh at his accusations. Obviously, her expression gave way to the fact that she had far more to say on the subject but had chosen to simply let him have this one.
He sighed dramatically then before continuing. "Now me, I'm always up for a threesome with two lovely ladies, but we both know you two nuns would sooner faint than have that kind of fun, so I'm giving you one chance to steer the conversation another direction. After that," The grin on his face had to be the most mischievous thing she'd ever seen, laced with unspoken promises she didn't want him to keep. "I can't be responsible for my actions."
Feigning a bout of hurt, Aurelie whipped her head back and forth in the negative direction, a flat hand to her chest as though she were horridly offended. "Wrong again, Speedy... I was Amish, not Catholic and I heartily resent the comparison."
The Omega man's shrug indicated he didn't think he'd actually bothered her, but he explained his reasoning anyway. "Same thing. Still all rules, and work with no play. Plus the uniform is devoid of color. Doing anything fun is a quick way to get kicked out of either." He paused then, brow furrowing in question. "But wrong again?" Smirking devilishly, she instantly regretted saying anything at all. No good would come of this. "I knew I liked you for a reason."
Their conversation didn't have much of a chance to continue (thank goodness!), as the plane's overhead speaker patched in, instructing for everyone to fasten their seat belts for the landing. The wheels touched the ground smoothly and Aurie wasted no time in unbuckling and rising to her feet, in a hurry to get off the jet. Glancing back a few rows, the telekinetic searched for her number one Italian. Grinning at her, she tossed a curtain of blond hair over to one shoulder, noticing how Gabriel had grabbed both of their carry-ons. "Awww.... you did get a price from him for that, right?" Tilting her head back toward Felix, she continued. "He tried to put down favors for later as payment."
It was a joke of course, knowing too well that the shy guy didn't have a devious bone in his body. He'd probably just stand before them, shaking if a woman gave him any indication of stealing a kiss - let alone much more.
Aurie followed Gabe and Kat, motioning for Felix and Raine to stay close. Of course she'd want the Alpha's sparkplug to have a room near hers. Kat ran directly into a man's back, and subsequently transformed into an exact replica of Peyton. The telekinetic merely shook her head at that, her laughter contain to a few giggles. "Is the expression that you can flip a quarter on it?" The blond asked, willing to add to the compliment even if Peyton wasn't impressed and told Kat to keep on walking. "I guess her personality blows as much as her mutation." She muttered just for her roomie to hear. "No sense of humor."
She caught the veiled insults that her roomie had sent in the caned man's way, and didn't lift a finger to stop them. The Italian's history made her a bit short-tempered, and the formerly Amish woman never felt the need to judge her for it. Turning back to her company, Kat instructed them to find a good room, and Aurelie nodded. "I want a big closet. We'll need it for all the clothes that we got sent home with." It took her no time to pull her things from the under-carriage baggage department, lifting them up with an invisible hand. The multitude of bags floated behind her and she glanced over the remaining packages, wanting to make sure she'd grabbed all of hers, Raine's and Kat's belongings so that they wouldn't have to walk back to the hangar.
Breezing through the hallway, there was some sort of cluster of Omegas. As they were passing, Roland mentioned Kat's name as a solution, but the shape shifter did not seem phased, intent on leaving that crowd in the dust.
Taking a look at Gabe, she exhaled. "Which way?"
OOC: Felix placed with permission.
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 12:14 pm
  
★ At this Location: Plane, then her room, then on the way to kitchen
★ Thinking About: Boy, all this moving around is making me hungry.
★ While on Team: Alpha
Lyn giggled at Alexandra’s cute response to finally realizing what the conversation was really about., the eventual glance to her gifted/cursed region finally taken, as well as the quick look away. “Oh, don’t sweat it, girl. Thanks for not noticing them immediately either!. I’ve got a pretty face too, if people would notice it first.”
she said sweetly, the slight tone of annoyance that was supposed to go along with the last bit strangely absent. Seems the younger Gauge’s voice had difficulty getting negative inflections out.
Dimitri and Daylia’s comments towards the converstaion were no less amusing, most likely confusing the blonde Alpha even further. The Omega of their group noted that Alex’s ignorance to their terms was the result of a sheltered life, something Lyn found quite funny with a laugh. Amusing as it was, the only reason Lyn was not in the same boat as Alex was due to the fact that the busty Gauge was usually the subject of these comments. Well, her and her sister.
She kept her attention set on Alex as she seemed confused about the notion of moose as indoors pets in Canada. Obviously, the younger twin was kidding, but seeing Alex toss the idea around in her head gave her a pause in her thought. Moose would likely need big spaces to roam around in if they were really kept indoors. since their base was indoor and likely huge...maybe she could do some convincing. The lack of proper care of a moose quickly dashed her hopes of an immediate onwership though. Maybe in time, she’d learn.
A few minutes of idle chatter later, the announcement came that they were landing soon. Lyn did a small fist pump, eagerly awaiting their descent. “I can’t wait to see the place. it must look so-”
--------Later, at hangar---------
“Horrible.”
Initially, Lyn’s first impression of the hangar was not as impressive as she once thought. The cold air and bland atmosphere really sucked any enthusiasm she had back on the plane. Now, standing on ground with her some of her bangs slung on her (she was told that some of her heavier luggage would be picked up and taken to her room later by a pair of Omegas volunteering), she felt a little underwhelmed.
At least the cold air could be rectified: all it took was a little bit of concentration and thoughts of a sunny day, and she could feel her inner heat radiating out. She was sunshine and smiles once she got her personal heat and positivity back. She set out to take gallant steps deeper into the base, but the churn of her stomach halted her. She seemed to make herself smaller, the thought of someone hearing her stomach rumble making her feel self conscious. Oh man, I forgot to get something to eat on the plane. I knew I shouldn’t have listened to Charlotte’s warning about plane food… she thought, silently lamenting her obedient nature to her older twin. She really should learn to take things with a grain of salt.
You could almost imagine the dog ears on her head perking up when she caught sound of someone mentioning a kitchen. Her red tassels whipped about as she spun towards the direction of the magnificent word, her gaze landing on the familiar form of Daylia and another woman (Gracie). Another man walked up towards them (Luke), who also mentioned a kitchen. Hello, kitchen buddies!
There was nothing to ponder: Lyn made her way towards the trio with no hesitation, her bubbly nature bursting out of her as she thought of the idea of cooking herself something to eat. She was told that making food for people was one of the best ways to make food too. Win-win, right?
“Someone mentioned the magic word, twice! I’m dying to get something to eat!” she said to the group as she caught up to them, offering them a greeting wave. She hadn’t seen any of these people on the Alphas, so she had to assume they were all Omegas. “Room for one more? I can help cook something up for us there! Consider it a bribe to let me come along.”
She turned her gaze to Daylia specifically, her hand going up to her mouth as if she just realized something. “Oh, I guess I lost some of my Tennessee charm: I never introduced myself to you, did I? Whoops!” she said with a giggle, offering her another wave. “Lynette Gauge: Alpha, Pyrokinect, and the younger half of a redhead twin-set.” she said, extending her hand for a handshake. She pulled back her hand momentarily, remembering that her mutation was still heating her up: touching her right now would be like touching a hot coal. She concentrated slightly, pulling back the aura of heat around her arm away, before extending the now-safe-to-touch arm back out for a handshake. Her sweet smile never faltered.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 9:00 pm
☣ ☣ ☣ ... My daily chicken soup for the soul ...
New base, new room, much exploring! ☣ ☣ ☣ ... Where I'm consuming it ...
Middle of No Where, aka Canada ☣ ☣ ☣   "Oh," Aspen assured Peyton as she proceeded to have a small stare off with the annoying skinny brat that had the nerve to piss her off, "I'm not justifying anything. Justifying it would mean I actually cared what her opinion is, no, I'm explaining. Think of it as educating the ignorant." Her statement was finalized with an eerily happy, cartoon-like grin offered to Magda. Anyone with any social awareness whatsoever would realize her grin was completely and utterly forced, that it was more a warning to the girl of her patience wearing thin than anything. Maybe Magda didn't know it yet but Orchid and Peyton definitely knew Aspen's past and her tendencies. Their knowledge was made evident in their attempts to diffuse the situation as they both realized it could end in potential disaster for everyone on the plane but Aspen. Testing Aspen's tolerance was never a good idea if one valued their life.
The chances that Magda and Aspen would hang out on even remotely pleasant terms had pretty much been shot to hell the moment Magda had decided to open her mouth and rag on the Russian red head. Aspen wasn't well known for her ability to forgive others nor her tolerance of them. Once her mind was made up it was exceedingly, if not impossible to change. As far as she was concerned Magda was a write off and utter waste of space they were all better off without. She wasn't about to kiss and make up with Magda for the sake of politics, social maneuvering or in attempts to please Orchid all of which she cared not for and felt she was above. Orchid would understand and if she didn't then she would simply have to deal with it.
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Aspen had been absent for the duration of all of Peyton's encounters with strangers and various people she probably didn't like. It never crossed the absorptionist's mind once that her presence would likely be required in order to help collect hers and Peyton's luggage. She was courteous when it crossed her mind, had luggage even remotely been on her mind she would have been the first to offer to take Peyton's things for her, after all, they both knew she was the brawny one when it came to their duo. Her power as well as former persona tended to dictate that among the two.
Instead of hugging Peyton's side, however, she'd really needed to blow off some steam. It had been hard to sit still let alone think clearly with as much excess energy the plane had given off. She felt like an overcharged battery that was about to blow up so thinking was pretty much beyond her at this point and instead she merely ran on instinct. Instinct had ended up bringing her into the wilderness of the mountains and forest. It was cold out but that wasn't at all a concern to the Russian girl seeing as her energy was causing her to overheat as it was.
Eventually, after running fast enough that even Aspen herself managed to run herself almost entirely out of breath and not a moment sooner, she returned to the plane landing site. Her hair was a wild mess of wind blown curls and her breath was ragged but her eyes were still utterly wild and full of energy. As she approached Peyton, however, she registered the man within her company and immediately adopted a suspicious stance. Her normal pace walk slowed to a predatory gait as she began stalking up to the man, eyeing him up and making absolutely no effort to make him feel welcomed or safe.
The former child assassin's eyes remained locked on the new strange man for the duration of her approach. She did not bother with socially acceptable norms or proper behaviour in his midst. All she intended to do was ask Peyton exactly who the ******** this man was when the super breather took upon herself to introduce the two, beating Aspen to the chase. The moment Peyton announced he was going to take their bags for them, Aspen snorted arrogantly at the ridiculous notion. "You sure he can even lift your bag let alone mine? Did you tell him how much you cram into that thing?" Her eyes still remained on this stranger, now narrowed in disdain and challenge. Introductions had clearly done nothing to ease the absorptionist's paranoia. "I can carry my own bags and hers, I don't need someone to do that for me," she stated brazenly as she snatched both her own bags and Peyton's before the teleporter had a chance to.
She wasn't about to trust a complete stranger with her possessions just because Peyton said so. Nor was she going to trust him at all simply because he was plastering a smile on his face. The former assassin immediately took a disliking to this man. Something about him instantly drew her to dislike him. Whether it was because she wasn't convinced he wasn't wearing a mask and trying to fool them or he was simply a jack a** had yet to be seen. But something within her was inclined to dislike this man: probably the fact his presence was intrusive and unfamiliar to her. Like where the ******** had he even come from? All she knew was that she definitely wouldn't be trusting him with anything, even her bags. As a result she was very prompt and forward in making that known to him.
Perhaps it was partially the bad mood from the plane but it was mostly the fact she could physically feel something was off. It was hard to explain, it was just something inside her that didn't feel right the moment she'd set eyes on him. Maybe it was something that could be attributed to her former profession but regardless of how or why she felt that way she knew to trust her instincts. Aspen wasn't about to give this stranger or any other even an iota of leeway when it came to trust.Feel it ... breathe it ... believe it ... ... And you'll be ...  ☣ Ⱥ§ρєȠ ☣... Walking on air ... Go fly ... so high ...
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 7:29 pm
Gabriel Byrne
Location: The Hangar
Thoughts: Time to set up shop Gabriel took note of Kat’s remarks on his sense of extreme. In Gabriel’s mind, if it couldn’t be solved with high-speed projectiles or explosives, it couldn’t be solved. Admittedly, this likely did no apply to dealing with Narcissa, but in the grand scheme of things he could probably teach her a lesson or two about dealing with people outside her social circle. “Glad to know I can prove to be entertainment for you.” he simply replied. The gun sat across his thigh, the cool steel and polymer grip felt far more comfortable in his hands than it did to talk to anyone here. But he was trying, as problematic as it may come for him. Landing at the facility, he offered to take her bags, to which she replied that he’d have to take Aurelie’s as well. He remembered her roommate well enough, to which he had no problem with that arrangement. She was a pleasant woman that while he didn’t know her too well, he was at least willing to be friendly. Though the sudden appearance of a man with a cane almost made him draw and fire a double-tap. But he resisted the urge to unload the entire clip. He could imagine that shooting a fellow mutant wasn’t exactly the greatest idea. Though part of him chuckled internally when she turned into an Omega blonde and decidedly mocked the recent arrival in the process. Both bags in hand, he turned a certain shade of scarlet as Aurelie explained that another Omega supposedly suggested “favors” in repayment. Raine was on the spot with her defense of Aurelie, seemingly roasting the male of the group. Of course he wasn’t going to request that, but he had a meekish thought on something he could ask of them.
“Well there was… something… that I was hoping for…” he began, trying to not make it as creepy as possible, taking a deep breath as he continued, “I spend a lot of time in my workshop, one of the blessings of my mutation is that I don’t sleep as much… so I work. And believe it or not… it gets a tad lonely. So… could you… or the two of you even… drag me out of there once in a while?” his words were awkward and borderline stammering, but he was trying.
Who knows? Maybe these two will do him some good.
OOC: Please let me know if I missed anything!
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 9:06 pm
Name: Leonardo Rossi
Team: Alphas
Location: Alkali Lake
Elevator Buttons Make Me Want To Take The Stairs... He hadn't missed the fact that she was wearing the watch that he'd smashed during their fight before he left. It was pretty out of place – a huge, clunky digital watch on a slender, feminine wrist. Someone must have repaired it, because he had basically obliterated it before. His mind flashed back to the fight and what had led up to him breaking the watch. It was something he had tried to avoid thinking about during his travels to the nation's capital and other places.
What he said had been brutal, but in retrospect, it was brutally honest. He probably wasn't going to apologize for what he said, but how he said it. The views he had were still his own, and they hadn't changed too much since his outing, but they were hard to explain. If it had been a pleasant fireside chat where they talked about their philosophical views, everything would be different. Maybe each would have understood better where the other was coming from. But no, words had flown at each other like deadly weapons, forcing to cut open their hearts with abandon.
For a moment, it looked like they were going to have their little heart-to-heart right there in the middle of the hallway, but the Omega Charlotte had (perhaps thankfully) interrupted. It was almost nostalgic, watching Bella give the redhead direction like the motherly team leader that she is. It reminded him of when she had been leading a trove of new Alphas on a tour of the grounds. Such a long time ago – that was right before he'd met Aurelie.
A shock of adrenaline had pumped into his system when he saw Bella react to… something. He had obviously been on edge too much these past few weeks. It seemed that despite the tension between them, Bella found it within herself to brave physical contact, which Leo hadn't expected. It was… welcoming, really – more evidence that the walls between them were coming down. His body reacted on its own, his shoulders relaxing and taking a deep breath.
Two Omegas fighting each other. Just another day at the office.
The two guys came along with their cart full of luggage, and Leo had suggested that they just dump it all and let everyone else sort it out themselves. Another unexpected action from Bella: she laughed. Was she just wearing the socially acceptable mask of team leader right now? The role of kind, friendly Bella, despite it not being how she felt at the moment, was probably easy to fall back onto. Charlotte came up with a counter-point: that they were perhaps trying to appear chivalrous and score points with the women on base.
I can't be the only one who thought that Iggy Azalea was black the first time they heard "Fancy".
It might have been a worthy cause, but Bella quickly blew that theory out of the water by stating that most of the luggage belonged to pre-teen girls that would be way too underage to do anything with.
"See Charlotte? Scoring points with those ladies would get them thrown in prison," the faint hint of a smile formed at the edge of Leo's mouth as he spoke, letting everyone know he wasn't a total Gruff McGrufferson.
Introductions were made, and Leo tried to commit the new men's names to heart. Christian and Charlie. Granted, so many people rotated in and out of here that he wasn't sure if he'd even see them for breakfast for tomorrow. There was the pessimistic side of him talking again. People stuck around – sometimes. Hopefully for longer than some of the others that just breezed through here.
Bella the tour guide made the options of travel available to everyone there, grouping the two of them into a singular group that was going to take the elevator. In the back of his mind, Leo hoped that no one else would take the elevator. The conversation that lingered between he and the songstress still needed to be finished. Plus, it was starting to get a little crowded in the hallway - this was the most amount of people he had interacted with in the past month put together. Seeing as how he was usually completely open to meet new people and learn what their abilities were, the need to get away was sort of foreign to him. He had been a lone wolf the past month though, and he had almost gotten used to it.
The elevator opened, and it wasn't even empty – it was occupied by what looked like a monkey-man hybrid (Esben). It was foolish of him to think that the elevator would be empty, anyways – with everyone moving in and people milling about, it was nigh impossible to move around alone, even with how big the place was.
Charlie managed to remember their names, which Leo appreciated. He nodded when his name was guessed correctly – luckily it wasn't too difficult to remember. Hopefully.
The monkey-man described the situation as awkward, and Leo thought, If you only knew. Christian stated that it was nice to not be the only animal on base, and Leo looked curiously at him. Animal-based powers of some sort? His mind almost went down the philosophical route of defining the word "animal" and how much of an "animal" he had been most of his life… but he brushed the thoughts away. He had to stop thinking like that.
"I guess that makes three of us," he muttered, looking between the two as he stepped onto the elevator. He clasped his hands in front of him, waiting for Bella to get on so that they could move away from the crowd quicker. Not that he had anything against them… but it was almost too much right now.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2014 4:41 pm
Aʆєxaηdra Ӎaʀiʆèηє AgηèȿCodename:Flairer ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ ((Hope this is alright. Will edit if need be.)) She walked out of the hanger. Upon exiting the hanger though, Alex realized she wasn’t exactly sure how to get to the dorms. She tried to remember anything she heard about the base that might help her. All she could remember was that the base had more than one level and she thought all the floors surrounded a courtyard in the middle? Alex huffed and rubbed her temple. She supposed she would just have to walk about aimlessly and hope for the best.
She simply walked for a few minutes before a bit of racket drew her attention. Alex followed the noises as best as she could. However, by the time she arrived, whatever was going on looked like to have been settled. All Alex could see from where she stood was a small group of people slowly separating and going off in different directions. While Alex still wondered what had happened, she figured she could simply ask someone later. No need to get feathers all bristled again.
Just as Alex started to turn away from the scene, she froze at hearing someone whistling loudly. She covered her eyes briefly and turned in the direction of the noise. She saw Tara standing there, recalling her as another fellow Alpha. Due to her attention being focused on Tara now, Alex was able to overhear Tara offer to help the Alphas towards the dorms. She breathed a sigh of relief at her sudden turn of luck.
Quickly, to make sure she wasn’t left behind, she walked over towards Tara. Once she was within hearing distance, she smiled at Tara. “I will admit I need some help finding the dorms. But, I am not sure we have properly met outside of missions.” She told honestly as she offered her hand. “Alexandra, but please, call me Alex.” ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ "We will drink our fill of Alpha
Then, of golden sunshine that spills into Alkalai Lake Base
Till our brains intertwine with Tara and other Alphas"
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