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 Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2017 1:49 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2017 6:27 pm
  
Gym
The shapeshifter was entirely immune to the saccharine voice of the Alpha Leader that pleaded with her. Instead of acquiescing to her request Katerina let her hands fall behind her back. Her expression was filled with kind patience—the kind of niceties that only Stone seemed capable of. No one was that agreeable. Not naturally. “Let it go Katerina. We’re wasting valuable time.”
That was when Roland ruined it all. Bright green eyes watched unblinkingly as Stone approached him, part of her filled with disgust, over her obsession with tenderness and care. The brute of a man could definitely handle the little tickle she was about to give him. It took everything in her power not to roll her eyes heavenward and break the illusion as the Hispanic woman apologized. With the jig being up, she glared rather pointedly at Roland, before letting the façade fade away. “You should keep better track of your things. If it was so important…Why leave it laying around?”
Returning to her natural state was always disconcerting for those watching. The human body wasn’t designed to change so rapidly on its own. The mind wasn’t designed to wrap itself around something so awkwardly fluid. Her eyes lingered on Christian. If anyone was to tell the difference between them she would have assumed that it would have been him. From the words he shared with the true Isabella Stone—she could tell he’d been just as fooled. It was disappointing.
Aurelie as always tried to be her little voice of reason. She kept things light versus the very palpable hostility that Katerina emanated. Isabella spoke of how the shifter had come across her watch and tried to explain it to her blonde haired best friend. It went over the ballerinas head and it made the smirk on the Italian spies face widen. Despite Aurelie’s generally sweet disposition, it pleased her, to know that in the back of her mind…She also thought Stone was the enemy. There had been no accusation. But her mind reacted defensively regardless.
Katerina looked away from Stone when Aurelie spoke about regretting her infatuation with Rossi. She could hardly be blamed for falling for a baby faced soldier who really, despite the blood on his hands, just needed someone to love. He’d taken advantage of her socially stunted background. Stone, claiming to be a leader, should have known better. Her tone was kind toward her friend even though it was lined with steel amusement. “Everyone makes mistakes, cara*. If you’d like to experiment with women until then just say the word.” (*dear)
From there, in a split second, she’d shoved Isabella’s face into the blue training mat. She twisted the Siren’s arm with what looked to be childlike glee—mentally preparing for the satisfying moment when she would hear her bones break like twigs. The laugh that left her was high and lilting. Mocking, as the Hispanic woman demanded to be released. The shapeshifter bent her arm further in response. “Make me stop. Prove that you aren’t pathetic—“
Those were apparently the wrong words. The captain of the Alpha’s finally retaliated and Katerina was surprised to find that she’d landed on her back before she knew what hit her. She felt almost intoxicated, nauseous, dizzy, and beyond that, plenty angry. She unsteadily seethed, shimmering with angry heat, when Stone responded to her accusations of being a cheat. She could feel one of her animals roaring at her spine. She wanted to give in to the urge to become something less than human. Just so she could pin the woman down and sink furious teeth into her. Katerina could picture it.
She would miss her neck, deliberately. Instead she would go for her shoulder and close a massive jaw around her collar bone till it snapped. It would take a moment for the broken bones to hurt. For her to get past the shock. To be afraid, and to know, that she would die.
When the woman spoke again Katerina’s gaze fixated on her. Her eyes were uncharacteristically a dark blue, like midnight skies, almost fever-bright. When she moved it was less skillful than before. It was hard to keep her bearings when some witch was keeping her deliberately disabled. Stone caught her and pinned her arms behind her back. Her skin rolled, shook, and she was very close to becoming the tiger that had dug into Christian not long ago. He would live to regret not choosing her side.
The words that followed in her ear from Stone were soft but firm.
There was a moment of silence. Where she breathed and she could feel her heartbeat in her head. Most of it left her unaffected. She didn’t care if Isabella felt safe or if she’d somehow chased the former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent away by forcing him to see what he was. There was the phantom memory of holding her frail body, briefly, with Rossi’s arms. Stone had trusted him so completely. She’d trusted him, loved him, even as his hands slid around her throat. It made the nausea worse. Even with all that, what bothered her most of all, was the notion of being forgiven. Again.
Roland broke the stillness by taking the watch from her. The Omega growled out some sort of white knight threat as he did so and her stare withered. Her voice was sharp enough that were it given form it could have sliced him to ribbons. “Don’t tell me. You’re in love with her too?”
Aurelie interrupted her hate filled haze by pulling on her wrist. Some of her rage deflated at the concerned look in her eyes. She didn’t want to get the telekinetic into trouble—No doubt Stone would turn her in to Summers for this. He was just looking for a reason to lock her back up. She was wrong, however. It was worth fighting for. Worth fighting over. Slowly, she stopped struggling, against her better judgement. Stone stupidly loosened her grip.
Part of her wanted to take advantage of the moment but Aurelie’s hand on her wrist kept her from punching the harpy in the throat. She let the beautiful blonde link their arms together while she tried not to be sick all over the place. Her stomach was rolling from whatever Stone had done to her. “Plan for next time.”, Katerina spoke up shrewdly, loudly enough for everyone to hear, when her friend asked what she wanted to do.
“And for the record…I don’t need your forgiveness.”, she spat back at Stone suddenly, as if just remembering that it had been said, again.
They left the gym, Aurelie pausing to get their things, but soon enough they were in the hall and out of eyesight. Her best friend asked what she wanted to do but Katerina walked in a straight line. Her footsteps grew hurried until she bent over a large wastebin and violently emptied the contents of her stomach.
“Stronza*.” (b***h..)
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2017 7:51 pm
Is there any just cause for feeling like this?
On the surface I'm a name on a list.
I try to be discreet but then blow it again.
Code Name: Siren
Team: Alpha
Location: Gym
Ability: Sound Manipulation
Thinking: .......... █║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║   Isabella lowered her hand from Roland. She was tense and filled with anxiety about sending a low grade sonic pulse through his system. He seemed to be breathing. His heart was thudding loudly, steady, and strong but his eyes were telling. He claimed to be able to handle it but most people on the receiving end of her gift quickly found that they could not. His body language told her the truth. Even if he didn’t. “Take a breath. It’ll pass.”, she advised apologetically, referring to any dizziness or nausea he may feel. He’d only been exposed for a moment.
Jade eyes slid back to her doppelganger and watched as Katerina shifted. It was seriously creepy for lack of a better term. The harsh commentary that the former HYDRA agent leveled in her direction rolled off her back like a river running down stream. “Fair point.”, she murmured in regards to leaving the watch on the bench, “I’d still like it back. Please.”
There was an odd banter between the shifter and the telekinetic that the Colombian woman stayed out of. They were teasing with each other, clearly, with Aurelie trying to lower tensions. Why didn’t she feel any safer? It was because of the way Katerina always turned steel eyes back to her. They were empty. Devoid of any sort of compassion or empathy. Aurelie didn’t see it. She couldn’t—blinded by some sort of misbegotten notion of friendship.
Isabella didn’t miss the fair haired Alpha’s statements in regards to Leo. She’d told her no offense, and she’d meant it, considering current company. It just confused her slightly because she didn’t understand the context that made it seem like something else had gone on. She’d known Aurelie to be a very good friend to the animal mimic until Katerina arrived. She’d encouraged that closeness on more than one occasion. He needed stable and solid people in his life. Leo had spoken of her fondly, even while they were together, but the songstress had never thought anything of it. Aurelie was a sweet girl and always had been.
She just had bad taste in friends.
Things went from bad to worse when even Christian asked Katerina to give the watch back. The shape shifter moved fast and had her locked in a tight submission hold in the span of time it took to draw breath. She could hear Aurelie willing Katerina to stop, for whatever reason, but the shapeshifter reacted in the opposite. “Don’t.”, Isabella painfully gasped out to the telekinetic as she mentioned forcibly removing Katerina. The sound user understood that anything Aurelie did would make things ten times worse in the future. “Please—D-Don’t.”
The rest of the room would just think that she was asking Katerina not to put more pressure on her already strained joints. When the Italian woman laughed and bent her arm to an impossible degree, to the point it felt like it would break, she finally gave in. She should have reacted in the first place. The first time. Then, this all might not be happening.
Tables turned and the experienced sound manipulator took the advantage that her ability offered. For a moment, she felt her teammate still, and she wondered if her words had any effect on her. The moment was broken when Roland moved in to remove the object they were fighting over. His threat froze her blood. This wasn’t what she wanted. It was the exact scenario she had been trying to avoid with Lachlan. The shapeshifter spat out a furious barb toward the Omega and Isabella sighed gently. “I appreciate the help but please take a step back Roland. I’ve got this.”, she spoke kindly, despite the fact that her arm was screaming in agony. She wouldn’t be able to hold the girl much longer so it was best to end things before they escalated. Threats wouldn’t help.
“Katerina…It’s not like that. He just doesn’t want to see us fight anymore.”
Aurelie seemed to sense that it was time and moved in to try and console the irate shape shifter. Isabella half wondered if even she could tame the anger that rolled off of the small woman in waves. It took time, a lot of tense moments, but somehow, she managed. Isabella attributed it half to Aurelie. Half to her ability. Katerina was looking more than a little green along the gills. It was hard to fight when it felt like the bones in your head were sliding around untethered.
The sound user ignored the thinly veiled threat of ‘next time’ from Katerina. Isabella would do everything she could to avoid it but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t happen anyway. All she could do was be prepared. Katerina proclaimed that she didn't need the sound users forgiveness and Isabella shook her head slowly. Bottle green eyes were soft as she responded kindly though without explanation. "You do."
Her eyes fell closed for a moment as Katerina and Aurelie left. The telekinetic whispered a few words to her that caused her head to shake slightly in acceptance. Her lips moved soundlessly as she responded. Only Aurelie would be able to hear her. “I hope that you can. I believe that she's worth saving. Not everyone shares that point of view.”
Isabella really and truly did hope that Aurelie could get through to her. Otherwise, the next time, a little nausea and a sore arm may not be the worst of their problems. She rotated her shoulder and rubbed it a little bit. She would be feeling that for a few days unless she went to see Elixir. She hated to lie to him but ‘injured while training’ was probably the best that she could come up with. Somewhere in the distance she heard her name in a conversation that she wasn’t part of. That was a whole other issue entirely.
Green eyes opened and she looked between Christian and Roland. Christian seemed to not realize what exactly was going on and Roland seemed as if he were nearly vibrating with anger. She approached him carefully and rest a delicate hand on his armored arm to try and get his attention. “I know I’m not your leader but I need you to calm down—Okay?”
“It’s over for now. I don’t want her or you to get hurt.”, she intoned, tones soothing, as no human voice has a right to be. Isabella offered him a small smile and tapped the space on his wrist where her watch had disappeared to. “May I?”
Once it was returned to her she slid it back over her wrist without opening it. There was an immediate sense of relief. Throughout it all Isabella had remained entirely calm, collected, and impossible to ruffle. Even when it felt like Katerina might break her arm she seemed like the very eye of a storm. Now that it had dissipated she could breathe again. Besides, she wasn’t the one hurling her guts out down the hall.
“Well…Let’s get back to it then. You—“, she pointed to Christian with her good arm, “Back to the bench. And both of you…If you could keep this to yourselves I’d be very grateful.”
The less who knew the better.
█║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ I've lost and found, it's my final mistake.
Loving by proxy, no give and all take.
I should have walked away.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2017 4:31 pm
 [ ʈ | ɦ | ҿ ➸ S | i | z | e | - | S | h | i | f | t | i | n | g ]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOmega - Sim Room
“It’ll take a lot of wood to get the arms around the trunk.” He said with a grin that pronounced his dimples. “You’d be my first sale.” Chocolate eyes lightened at the thought, and he breathed easily. “Normally I just make animals and pass them out. The kids always liked getting them on the rez, because it was a ‘new’ toy.” Seeing the delight on their faces to have something of their own, that wasn’t a hand-me-down had always been enough of a reward on its own.
Talking about home always lifted Aren’s spirits, and today proved no different. He mentioned the fry bread he always made his mother labor over and he sighed contentedly as he imagined eating some. “No, it’s nothing like what you get in a store. You get about six servings a regular batch, but with three boys, she has to make mounds of dough. She rolls it out so that it’s as thin as a piece of paper, lets it sit for an hour to rise and then fries it. It’s got cinnamon on the inside of the bread, and tastes like a bit of heaven.” Even now, his mouth watered as he thought of it. “In the fall, she’ll sometimes put chokecherry pudding on the bread, and it’s just…” His sigh said it all.
“If you ever go… don’t eat the chokecherries raw.” His expression soured as he affronted his senses with the memory. “They are bitter, and taste like bad medicine.” But when made into a jam or pudding… man, that was the stuff.
Explaining his name was harder than expected - not because of the Siksika traditions, but because of how he was received when he first went to New York. Alex was a kind heart, assuring him that some within the school would have accepted his background. “Well, now I’m just a nuisance and shove it in everyone’s face.” He said, his grin splitting his expression from ear to ear. “No one will ever forget that I’m the boy from the mountains.”
Inevitably, the Omega queen became a subject of their exchange. Alphas never really understood Narcissa - not that many of the Omegas had either. She simply was. No one questioned it. “It certainly helps. Logic, keeping a level head, that sort of thing.” He said in regards to leadership qualities. Scott might have been shocked to hear him recite something from that class, but he seriously doubted that Alex would go tell Scooter anything worthwhile. Or that he’d believe it anyway.
Looking back on his first day with the Omegas, it didn’t bother him to rehash the events that made him trust Narcissa. He didn’t ever catch the girl’s name, but he could still smell the gunpowder and lead pressed against his flesh. She seemed surprised that there could be hate amongst mutants for being different and he laughed. “We all bleed. Mutants, natives, whites, blacks, asians, hispanics… we all have that in common. And yet, hate still fills hearts. That part doesn’t amaze me.”
“It’s the ‘why’ that gets me.”
She nudged his arm and he chuckled. “I guess you could say that. I just hope the end to my X-men adventures is less interesting. Boy goes home. Builds a house. Has lots of babies.” Yes, and that was exactly what he wanted.
Only now, the face of the woman with him had changed. It was pale, with blond hair and gems for eyes. It emanated sunlight. And he wasn’t exactly sure how to tell her.
[ N | a | t | i | v | e ] ▂▂▂▂▂▂ ▂▂ ▂▂▂▂xxxxxxxxxxxx  
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2017 4:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2017 11:35 am
Roland Anton Chevalier
Location: Gym
Thoughts: Rage....  The Bayou Berserker was caught in a conundrum in the gym. He was caught between two different Bellas each one claiming to be the real McCoy. Knowing one of them was actually the real one, by virtue of the fact that one of them was a shapeshifter, he let the one that just showed up to try and prove her sonic abilities. The result was… weird. He didn’t experience any pain, it was similar to how one may have felt when standing next to a gigantic subwoofer. The sound wave reverberated through him, forcing him to center himself. The real Isabella could tell that it had impacted him more than he let on, telling him to take a moment to let the effects pass. He gave her a smirk that hopefully told her “I’m ok.” Kat glared at him as she shifted back to her normal form, not thrilled that her deception was caught so quickly. A scuffle quickly broke out between the two ladies, with Roland tempted to intervene. Much as this wasn’t something he shouldn’t get involved in, seeing that an Alpha/Omega fight would not end well, he was ignoring the colors for a moment and considering that someone who just recently tried to kill the other was now engaging that same person in a fight once more. He’d rather not see another fight break out. Soon he heard Isabella lecture Katerina about all the objectively terrible things she’d done to her, and despite it all, she’d forgiven her. For Roland, that set something off in him. Like a barrel of gunpowder the anger and rage that had sat in him, dwelling within him, raged through his mind cascading. His past was one forged from abusive and outright horrible people taking their issues and insecurities out on a small child. But he hadn’t the heart to forgive them, he wasn’t the one to forgive. That was perhaps what angered him the most, that despite all that she was able to do what he was never truly able to do. Rather than forgiveness, he often settled for vengeance. Bloody, violent, vengeance. He felt his armor slither over him as he bent down to grab the watch. He pointed out to Katerina that he had no compunctions about caving in her head were he given the opportunity. She tried to claim it was some kind of love for the Alpha leader. She was wrong about him, completely and utterly incorrect, to the point that he didn’t bother to deign a response to the duplicitous shifter. Isabella asked him to step back, which he did, his willpower being one of the only things holding him back from trying (and likely succeeding) in taking the life from Katerina. Much like her, he had no issues with taking a life. The horror and nightmares of death he wrought had already plagued him long before he ever set foot on the grounds of the Institute. Were he not in a state of rage, he would have laughed at Aurelie’s joke about getting out of training. But right now he was in no mood for joking. He didn’t say anything out of risking snapping at her. She didn’t deserve any of his fury. Isabella eventually came to him, after the girls left the area, telling him that he needed to calm down. He didn’t feel her hand touch his armor, but he knew it was there, her voice quickly turning silk smooth. Not like anything else on this planet, her concerns about harm being something that he agreed with. However, he was still angry, willingly giving back the watch as he nodded in agreement. “I’m fine.” he said to her, now wanting to workout much harder than he originally had intended. Now he just wanted to hit something. He moved towards the punching bags, placing an armored fist over a 250 pound bag. He opted to let just the armor slide from the rest of his body, opting to let his fists be covered rather than use some wraps. He began to tap gently across the bag, starting up the rhythm of violence he’d start up. His taps turned to fast jabs, a staccato of combinations that soon turned into a collection of heavy hits. He punched away at the bag without abandon, his force driving into the bag like a piston. Sweat began to bead across his forehead as he continued to strike at the bag. He could begin to see the bag give and tear, not caring about the damage he was wreaking. He just wanted to beat the bag into submission, to take out his own twisted notion of forgiveness on something not living. God knows what would have happened had he let it be brought upon Katerina.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2017 3:38 pm
Cameron Azrak
Aero
Safety First  "It's a pleasure Marcel." Cameron said, returning his gaze to the finishing touches. Marcel pointed out that he preferred solitude to company. He followed up with a joke regarding this underground stronghold being a deathtrap. Going a bit further to also introduce his team affiliation. "Oh kind sir, I am just the butt of the joke, provided Alpha's are just the start of it all." He jested back. Marcel continued to talk about how he had not a clue about firearms and how they worked. He also went over a new type of round he had developed. It sounded like he made a nonlethal round. He wasn't sure the effects would be, but that was for Marcel to educate him. With a big grin Cam turned to face him. He set the rifle down, reassembled the pieces and picked up his handgun. "By the looks of it man, this is set for a 9mm round. The most common handgun round, and smallest, allowing for maximizing the capacity. It also wouldn't really impact the firearm internally, unless it were to break inside. Most factors for damaging a firearm internally would be the casing, and how much bang is behind the bullet. For example, some types of rounds after firing will leave a corrosive layer inside, and if it's not cleaned properly, will diminish the quality much much quicker. This here, is a pistol," he said, locking the slide back into place, Cam grabbed it by the muzzle and handed his pistol to Marcel grip first for him to take. "Dunno what laser tag you've played before. They usually replicate rifles like that one there." Cam nodded back to his AR. Waiting for Marcel to take the handgun he pointed to various parts to express the #1 thing, safety first. "This here is the slide lock. You can unlock it by pulling back on the slide, and it will release. You slowly ease the forward and you'll see that it's ready to fire. This specific handgun has a two part safety, one on the trigger, and one on the grip. You will not be able to pull the trigger if both safeties aren't being pressed. It makes it so you don't shoot yourself in the foot when you draw it." Cam's face lit up, almost like a father teaching his son how to play the same sports he did when he was younger. Except, it was guns, and Marcel wasn't exactly his father. "Also, the most important rule in regards to safety, never point it at anyone, even when it's like this, it teaches good discipline and routine to not do so if you ever do handle one. Secondly, never put your finger in the trigger well unless you intend to shoot." "And to answer your question, yes. I will be a guinea pig, I love shooting. But I feel it best you take the inaugural shot of the bullet you designed."OOC::
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2017 7:10 am
Rectify Kitchen  "I can't speak for you, but I can't remember the last time I walked into a kitchen looking like this," he stated flatly, clearly unphased by Daylia's threat and not bothering to offer much in the way of charm after her response. "Perhaps you ought to look into some home ec classes."
Lachlan was sincerely baffled by the fact the two girls weren't able to follow the instructions to a simple youtube video. How had they gone from whatever video they were watching to what looked like a slaughter room? Recipes were simple measurements: a lot like chemistry, probably less complicated. He wasn't going to judge, he knew there were people who didn't know how to cook, but from his stand-point, having been taught by his mother, he truly didn't understand how people couldn't follow recipes. Maybe there was an off-chance they'd chosen an unreliable recipe source?
"Too early," Lachlan replied with a shake of his head, a mild hint of amusement touching his features at Gracie's suggestion, "in the morning for me to be eating cake but thanks anyway? Not sure I should be thankful for being offered something that's potentially poison."
He was known for being willing to eat almost anything considering his massive appetite that accompanied his mutation, but he wasn't sure whatever the omega duo had concocted actually counted as edible. Even his iron stomach might fall prey to collapse from whatever substance was currently oozing from the garbage bin.
"It's alright, E," Lachlan assured with a self-assured smile as she questioned whether there were enough dishes and if it was even safe to cook in the kitchen, "I'm not above washing a couple dishes. I'll make sure to scrub them extra, just in case. And I can scrub a spot off for us at the counter, too. I'm sure we'll be fine unless their cake emits radiation."
"If you want yogurt and granola," he assured Eden with a thoughtful smirk, "that's super easy to whip up. I can even see if they have some fresh fruit to throw in there as well. I was personally thinking eggs benny since my mom taught me her legendary hollandaise sauce recipe just before I left home but I'm reconsidering it for another time. I don't want people to feel like I'm trying to show them up."
If they threatened to murder and poison him for asking a simple question, he could only imagine what they might try to do if they perceived him to be showing off or trying to "one-up" them. He wasn't here to fight or bicker, he was simply here to have breakfast and be on his way and perhaps in that sense he related to Gabriel. He was going to focus on his task at hand (making breakfast) and drown out all the inconsequential background chatter.
Lachlan began by cleaning a spot for himself on the counter as he waited for Eden's confirmation as to what she had ultimately decided on for breakfast. "So what'll it be, E?"
In the meantime, he also began washing a couple spare dishes in the sink, assuring to wear gloves, not that he was certain those would ensure his safety from the potential wrath of Gracie and Daylia's witch's brew. As he did so, he overheard Gabe's agreement to cook for them followed by August's suggestion he let them do it themselves so they'd actually learn and he couldn't help but nod in agreement. "August is right. You should make one and let them make the other, step by step with you. They'll learn better that way and might find where they went wrong with the first batch."
"Not to mention," he added as a playful crack to get under Daylia's skin in particular since she seemed easy to annoy, "it will teach them some independence for when they're out on their own in the real world."
|| OoC: My bad, posted this under the wrong account like a derpsicle. ||
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2017 11:37 am
 Location: Blake's Room
"I'm just pulling your leg," Farren chuckled with a shameless nudge of the Texan's shoulder to show Blake she hadn't been serious with her accusation. She hadn't missed the momentary frown that had crossed his countenance at the title she'd presented him with.
"Oh so you fish for sport, then?" Farren questioned with an amused smirk. Again, she was pulling his leg, a quip she couldn't resist considering he'd seemed a little off put by her first comment. Perhaps the guy needed a little more teasing in his life if he was as uptight as Alice had described him.
"Well," Farren stated clinically as she gave Blake a blatant once over before concluding her assessment, "that's certainly a shame. I'm sure he could find plenty of girls to practice on and help teach him if he took the initiative to learn."
"Oh," Farren exclaimed with surprised recognition as Alice introduced Blake, "so the cowboy's also your personal guardian? So you have yourself your own personal Jiminy cricket who can play you lullabies to help you get to sleep and he's not bad looking to boot. Well, damn girl, I'd say you did pretty good, then. No wonder you let him tag along and nag you."
Farren merely smirked as Blake explained to Alice for what obviously wasn't the first time that he wasn't gay. When the Texan turned to her apologetically she merely shook her head in return to assure him there was nothing to be sorry for. Ironic considering she was the Canadian here.
"I'm pretty sure I can say with full certainty that the pleasure's all mine," Farren responded with yet another chuckle as she accepted his hand shake, her own being quite solid and firm considering how dainty she appeared. "You can relax, though, I'm not here as a booty call despite my lack of attire. I merely came to investigate the music and Ms. Alice here was invited to accompany me. Guess she neglected to mention she probably knew who the source was from."
"Just for the record," Farren decided to tease the Texan yet again with a wink, "we're not going to be simulation training with the swim suits on. Not to burst your bubble or anything, cowboy."
The guy was just too easy to tease, especially considering he at least seemed like he tried to be a gentleman and nice guy based on first impressions. His reactions didn't help his case, either. Everyone knew the people who goaded others did so in the hopes of generating a reaction on their victim's part. Considering his innocent statements and his offer of a handshake definitely gave her the impression he tried to be proper so naturally off-setting that to see if he became nervous or whether he could handle himself became Farren's momentary pass time.
"Guess I should probably head out and change so we can get to the sim room before the end of the day and see what all we can smash up, huh?" Poor Blake probably needed a break, one Alice teasing him had probably been a lot. Alice with a companion equally as crude to gang up on him with was maybe something he'd need a little time to adjust to.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2017 5:16 pm
~ Chi-Chi ~ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬Codename: Oni
▬▬Team: Omega
▬▬Form: Human
▬▬Location: Gym with Lex
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Talking was never her best ability, especially around people she wasn't entirely familiar with. How could you explain to a human what not being a human was like if they didn't have any way to relate? There were never enough words out there to describe what she could do in the right way, without freaking them out or confusing them. So showing him seemed like the best way to explain herself, and the best way to test if he could really be comfortable with her abilities. A simple warp-jump would do just enough.
As she disappeared before him and jumped to the other side of the gym, she took a moment to quickly collect her emotions. Her heart was beating faster than ever, and this gave her a quick minute away to take a deep breath and gather herself back up. She pressed her hands to her face, trying to cool off her hot cheeks as she reminded herself, Okay, keep calm! Don't get too overwhelmed! Keep it together!
She turned around and checked to see if he was still watching, waving at him from across the room. Even from there, she could see his open mouthed wonder and surprise. He really likes it! Again, she felt a wave of heat, heart melting a little as she quickly turned away, hiding her beet red face as she switched her attention to something else to keep her emotions in check. She grabbed a weight from one side of Christian's setup, carrying her prize back with a look of mischievous pride and a big grin. She did things like that a lot when she was younger, pulling pranks or stealing things to test the limits of her abilities. She was sure he wouldn't get too angry about it, since for the most part it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.
She came back again in another puff of smoke, watching his face as she came back. She looked at him with eyes full of hope, waiting for his response. She hugged the weight close to her chest, her fingers gripping tightly around the edge, only finally releasing slightly when he told her exactly what he thought about her abilities. His reaction brought a big grin to her lips, making her almost giddy as her body relaxed. It was even better than she could ever expect! She laughed, happy to see he was just as excited about her abilities as she was about his. "It's not that cool..." She looked down at her feet shyly with a bit of a smile, her blush returning to her face as she quietly mumbled, "Not as cool as you are, anyways..."
His excitement about her powers made her grin, happy to see she wasn't the only one full of questions. She tried her best to answer all of them, in a way that hopefully anyone could understand, "It's not really teleporting as much as it is like stepping from one place to another, kind of like walking into one door and coming out somewhere else. There's a tiny bit of delay, but its like for a moment I'm in both places at once, and then the rest of me moves to the new place, like my mind goes before my body does. I have to be able to see where I'm going though. Memories are too risky, because if I try and reform an image of a place in my mind, I could be off and get my placement wrong. I could end up too high or low and I wouldn't be able to go through... kind of like if something were to block the other side of a door." She remembered the few times she had tried to teleport based off memory, remembering how she would just end up in the same place. It could be possible, but she was more terrified of the idea of possibly splicing herself between places, or ending up with her body stuck in a wall like the cartoons.
She looked down at the weight and held it up and out to him, flipping it over a couple times in her hands to look over all sides. "What I can and cannot take is sort of based around the objects mass. So long as my mass is greater than whatever I take, I can keep a pretty good hold on it when I travel. I have to hold it close to me though, otherwise it might slip out of my grip and stay where I last was. If I take anything thats greater than my own mass, it won't go." She looked down at the weight, checking it over. Objects that came with her never really suffered any effects from being teleported, but they could become jostled from the change. She had never really tested the reaction, except for that one time a soda can burst from being shaken around so much. Seeing that made risk of taking another human with her seem too great. "The biggest problem is... I can't take other people with me. I never really understood why, but I think it has something to do with my body specifically being built to survive the warp-jumps without any weird side effects. That and most people are built around the same size, so the mass would be too great to take."
As she talked, she barely even noticed the area beginning to grow dark around them, her gaze focused entirely on him. Her dark brown eyes were locked on his hazel eyes, her pupils dilating as she talked and watched him with keen interest. Most would assume it was from the change in lighting, and not because she saw something she was really starting to like more and more. Although from an outside point of view, it was probably really obvious to read her body language. She leaned in towards him when he spoke, smiled and blushed at every nice thing he said to her, and didn't let anything outside of their conversation ruin the moment. Had her brother seen the way she was acting now, he'd have probably ruined everything by making fun and calling her out on a possible crush. She only noticed the darkness when he apologized, looking up just to catch a glimpse of it as it quickly disappeared. She gave a tiny pout as she missed it, but it went away quickly after he explained himself. If that was just when he got a little excited, what would happen if he completely let go? Would the entire room have gone dark? "Oh! It's fine, really! I don't mind... Does that happen often?" Being able to make shadows to hide in would be great for stealth operations. It seemed like both of them were well suited for that area of missions. If it weren't for the fact that they were on opposite teams, they might have made a really good pair.
She watched Lex make another pillar next to him, his hand gliding through it like playing with fog. Still seeing it form before her felt like pure magic. He reached through again and pulled out a weapon like the kind she had seen in history books. Part of h
Her shoulders jumped a little as the sword hit the floor, surprised to hear the familiar ting an actual metal blade would make. It made sense to her how his abilities were limited, but she still couldn't believe he didn't see how useful his powers were! Even if his powers weren't always tangible, there were plenty of situations where he could help others.
As he let his shadows disappear once more, she saw his face change and fists clench. She recognized the look he had as he stared at his hands, the desperation in his voice. She had seen it herself plenty of times in her own reflection. Her heartstrings felt a tug as he spoke about how desperately he wanted to help, wanting to spill everything to him and tell him how she felt the same way every day. But right now, she just wanted to encourage him and comfort him.
She cautiously reached out, and took his clenched hand in her smaller ones, squeezing it gently and giving him her best comforting smile. "Your abilities are useful. Maybe not in the traditional heroic sense, but there are other ways to be a hero than just being strong. And you'll get better, I'm sure of it! Thats why we came here, isn't it? To improve? You just need to keep it up and find out how you can protect people in your own way!" She tried her best to keep up her smile, even though it faded a little as she thought of her own goals and future. "I want to help people too... Not just our own, but everyone. Part of me want's to believe that if we try, normal people might actually see us as good. Maybe even see us as heroes again instead of criminals or... or monsters..." To be greeted with a smile instead of fear. To be able to live normal lives. To not have to worry about who's coming after you to kill you or turn you into an experiment. A life where things could be good again, and people didn't care so much if you were different. That's what she wanted more than anything.
Her mind raced back from the depths when Lex looked up again with that sweet smile of his. Another wave of emotions hit her, making her face hot as an oven, as he told her what he thought about her abilities. He was so honest and kind! She struggled to find words, blushing and waving her hand around as she looked away shyly, stumbling, "T-Trust me, you're way above my league, I'm sure! B-Besides, I have my limitations too! I can barely even control most of them!"
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[OOC: My little demon is such a mess.]
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2017 10:53 am
Aʆєxaηdra Ӎaʀiʆèηє AgηèȿCodename:Flairer ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ (()) “I figure it would.” She said quickly before grinning a bit. “Awww, I feel so special now.” Alex giggled slightly. Aren showed he could be quite the nice person to children apparently. “I guess they really must like animals.” She remarked, wondering if the children would have enjoyed wood cravings made in the shape of plants. Maybe not.
Aren explained to her the flatbread he spoke of. While she barely had any knowledge of bread making, the cinnamon in it already made her feel like she could like it. Anything cinnamon tended to taste good to her. “That does sound nice. Wonder if you would gain more popularity if you made that for your fellow peers?” She smiled faintly with a hint of mischievous.
“Chokecherries?” She raised an eyebrow. “I will keep that in mind though.” First thing however, she would need to look up what such cherries even looked like.
Alex smiled and then chuckled softly. “I feel there is nothing wrong with that.” She stated kindly. “Might as well brag about it since I feel no one else around here can claim that, right?” No one else so far had said they were raised on a reservation like Aren. He might as well enjoy his uniqueness.
Aren had given her a different image of Narcissa than the one she was used to. Someone that cared about her team, but did not treat them like babies. She demanded out of them what they demanded of her. A toughness that could not be easily tamed. “I can at least say she has that.” There was no way one could wholly doubt that if they had seen Narcissa on the field.
After Aren told her about an event from his early days at the academy, she found herself a bit stupefied such would occur. Why would mutants be that mean to each other when they had to deal with discrimination from others? Aren did make a point though. The “why” for all of the hate and acts of hatred had to be the most important question rather than how, etc.
“Yes, if only we could truly have an answer to that. Then, maybe we could honestly work on fixing the issue.” She frowned briefly. Would such a question ever be answered? She tried her best not to linger on that. Not when Aren looked to be down now as well. Considering how he tended to act, something about Aren acting less than friendly and pleasant didn’t settle well.
Luckily, her attempt appeared to work. Alex smiled at the way his dream sounded so normal. “I am not sure what I wish for just yet. But, I do know I wish to travel and experience the world. I feel I have been sheltered for a long time.” Living amongst the X-men had shown her that much. Time and time again. “Besides that? Sounds like your plan would be about as good as mine. Just girl instead of boy in my case and likely less babies.” She chuckled.
“Though, I think first thing on my list after this will be to get some sunscreen and soak in some sun.” She glanced up at the artificial sun above them. “Because I feel I need make up for lost time.” She raised her pale arm to rest nearby Aren’s arm to show the difference. “A lot of lost time.” ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ "We will drink our fill of Alpha
Then, of golden sunshine that spills into Simulation Room
Till our brains intertwine with Aren"
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2017 3:28 pm
Name: Dimitri Otengam. Codename: Playboy. Location: Gymnasium before T/S, shooting range after T/S Gymnasium
"Don't quit don't ******** quit!" Fifteen more seconds was what the body demanded the mind. From the puddle of sweat coming from beneath Dimitri the Flux of breath control it was a request that was in its power. The seconds disappeared as normal to others. But when performing an iron cross with an extra few pounds strapped to your core for almost a minute, mere seconds felt like an eternity.
"Ngh..." The fire was becoming too much in his body. The stopwatch counting down in his head reached zero and a split second after when his chalked hands slipped from the Olympic rings and the Playboy descended down with force. Even with a safe fall he let out an exhausted groan to clip the back of his head on the mat. And through the pain, somewhere beneath him, beneath his chest rising and falling was a sense of fulfillment. "Better..." he quietly gasped. "Ngh...Much better..."
The way that the other alphas used their time was their business with no judging. But Dimitri continued to stayed focused for the last few months underground. And when it seemed like there was an opening to slack off, he was rewarded. They say that results came to those who work hard for it. With Dimitri's hard work came results with the physical aspect of his abilities and his ability to bend lava.
On the physical aspect he became quicker and agile than before. Dimitri's body was adapting to the stress and pain that he putting it through via his gymnastics workouts. His body became slightly more ripped and shredded from the experience(believe it or not). Then it was his skills in martial arts; specifically grappling. In Brazilian jiu jitsu Dimitri became more fluid and crisp in his submission techniques from the guard position and other positions on the ground. When combined with his skills in Muay Thai in training sessions, the way he would transition through each style now vs before showed he was becoming a beast on the feet and on the ground.
Next was his lavakinetic mastery. Despite his recent discoveries the one thing that irked Otengam was the inability to exceed his max output. Many exhausted nights have passed that he thought about being back on the airship. There was little doubt that they would run into SHIELD again. They would come back better prepared also. What Dimitri did have a high doubt about, was if he could get them out a similar scenario again...
But with his recent discoveries, the answer was leaning towards a positive answer. It was normal to see Dimitri exercising with the Olympic rings and heavy bags; switching between mornings and afternoons. What wasn't normal was seeing the Alpha at the library in academic mode studying the human anatomy.
T/S
Sastified with another incognito study session, Dimitri slowly closed the book and let out a relaxing breath. "Raine would be proud of me right now...or in shock...heh heh...shock." He placed the book back in the science section and made his way out the library with another magazine between his arm.
In his experimentation with his powers he discovered how he could recover from injuries using molten liquid. It was to a certain degree, nothing worth mentioning to the other teammates about. His other discovery he kept under wraps as well, but if anyone knew how his new source of energy operated, it would be Tara Kiernan.
Dimitri headed for the gun range and once inside he rented a Glock 17 to the table that had his weapon magazine he rented from the library. Next he flipped through the pages until he reached the halfway point. It was a demonstration about how to disarm a weapon; specifically, assembling and reassembling a weapon. Dimitri let out a breath and looked towards the first step. Shooting them was one thing but he had never thought that guns had to be reassembled.
He gave a peace gesture to Marcel and the sort of new guy and started the leaning flow by removing the empty bullet chamber. His first few tries were met with conclusions anyone knew from doing something new. But if he knew the ins and outs of a weapon, he would be closer to becoming an expert at them. Dimitri moved his finger to the page and referenced back to the glock. "...Just didn't know how complicated this s**t was..."
(upgrades described were granted with permission and will be written with further description soon in the profile)
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2017 4:54 pm
  XX【 】 Name: Alexander "Lex" Magnus XX【 】 Codename: Wraith XX【 】 Team Affiliation: Alpha XX【 】 Location: Gym XX【 】 Actions: talking to Oni, demonstrated powers Wraith stared in both rapt attention and a bit of awe as Chi Chi went through the descriptions of her abilities. He was so intensely interested, he didn’t realize how gormless he likely looked with his jaw slightly slack and eyes wide. He was a caricature of a child on Christmas, reveling in the knowledge of her abilities. He hadn’t heard but a fraction of what she could do, but he was more than willing to absorb as much as she was willing to offer. As she spoke, his mind went in maddening circles trying to both memorize and think of ways to use her power uniquely. Such was his gift and curse. His power was so abstract, so formless, he had to continually consider new ways of using it. He couldn’t allow himself to be predictable or stagnant in his use of the shadows. And yet, here was a girl talking about how her power allowed her short ‘warp jumps.’ As he listened, he analyzed it as best he could. She described how her consciousness arrived before her body. Combined with what she had shown and said, Wraith came to the conclusion that this was a psionic ability, not a physical one. Her mind directed the jump, and her body slavishly followed. That also might explain why she could not take others with her. It was her mind, not the mind of all the people she might wish to take. Only her body would follow every whim of her mind, thus making it the only acceptable living person to take with her. While that squashed the idea of feeling a warp jump himself, Wraith was no less impressed.
Thankfully, she was not upset at the loss of his own control. It was like a bouncing leg or fidgeting fingers. Not something he meant to do, but it happened. He offered her a sheepish smile and hoped he didn’t just make an a** of himself with her. Like a kid with his hand in a cookie jar, he had no real way out of this predicament. Thankfully, she let him transition to his desires to be more than just a burden. Others assure him he isn’t. His mind logically knows he is a potential value to the team in his own way. Still . . . he wanted to be so much more. He complimented her on her abilities and called her out of his league- and she did something he did not expect. She touched him. It was like fire! Her touch was so gentle, so reassuring, and yet at the same time his mind blanked and his heart raced. This woman. This exquisite girl was reassuring him. Holding his hand. Opening up to him. It was more than he could reasonably take. He was terrified that he would get a nosebleed! Thankfully, that did not happen. Instead, she went a step further and talked about wanting to be a hero. That snapped him back to reality. It wasn’t so much a misstep on her part as it was the first inkling that they were not on the same page. Her heart was in the right place but his was worldlier. She wanted to be a hero to all, proving the worth of the Xavier legacy. A hero to show humans that Mutants were just like them and both deserved the chance to live side-by-side. Wraith was not so naïve.
His smile only had faded a little when she responded to his calling her above his ability. He truly believed that, based on what he had seen and what she hinted at. His smile returned, though this time a little sadder. He was still so excited so talk with such a beautiful woman, but he had seen persecution and pain up close. Had he been outed, he would have been beaten in various areas such as New York. She called him above her, and he shook his head almost violently. “No. I make shadows and a little bit of solid matter for a few minutes. You can move in ways others can only dream of. You are able to be super strong and a protector of others. You are a hero, Oni. A guardian spirit. The most monstrous things in this world that are not Man are those protecting others. Those who refuse to back down and be anything less than a powerful defender of themselves and others. A mother standing between danger and her child. A beast facing overwhelming odds. Legendary things that nobody- mutant or human, can deny the power of.”
He sighed and closed his eyes. “The humans do not need heroes.” He opened them again, and a steely quality had come to his view. He didn’t train them on her, instead looked past her and saw the tail end of the drama in the gym. It reminded him of the prejudice and hatred he knew they were sheltered from. “Humans have their government. Their police. Their Sentinels. They have for generations and centuries segregated and murdered each other based on superficial differences. Now we are here, an evolution of the Humans into something new and different- and have become a common threat. We can do things they can’t. We just want to live, and they created monsters of governance and metal to destroy us. They destroyed the mansion. Our home.” Again, his fist clenched tightly. Behind him, he used his power to illustrate himself. Over his right shoulder he created the iconic X-men symbol. Over his left, a surprisingly detailed 2D model of Magneto’s helmet.
“We do not have the things they do. We have powers. For that, mutants are hunted and persecuted. Some are killed. Our kind had the vigilante group of the X-men fighting for peace. They were blasted with the mansion.” Behind him, the X-symbol burst into smoke like Oni’s teleportation remnants. They flitted away into nothingness. “Our kind had the revolutionaries of the Brotherhood that called for our people to rise up in defense of ourselves. They were destroyed and none have resurfaced.” The same fate befell the Magneto helmet. Bursting into smoke, it left the area behind him filled with wisps of shadow and he felt his desire to defend and fight rear up in his features. He was not a warmonger. He was a sentinel of his own kind. “Our people need heroes. Ones that will defend us from the hatred slung at us for just being alive. That is why I am here. I have to get stronger. This is the only place I know where I can practice and learn how to become a better fighter and use these abilities for others.”
His features softened as he resumed looking at this wonderful girl before him. She had touched him. She approached and shared her powers with him in a way he thought may not be easy for her. Wraith very slowly reached out with his unclenched hand, and hesitated visibly before touching her face. Fingertips like butterfly wings upon her skin, he dared to touch her with a look of awe and adoration on his face. “I want to live in a world where a beautiful girl like you won’t have to hide in a bunker somewhere in the Canadian wilderness. Until then I want to be the monster. I want them scared of what I will do to anybody that harms somebody like . . . you.” Once again, his arrogance and mind didn’t pay attention to the situation. Instead, she touched on the idea of being a monster or a hero. Wraith showed a hint of his true colors there in a way he hadn’t before. Nobody had asked him how he felt before. Nobody bothered to think about what the shadow manipulator would do when faced with that impossible choice of defending those that would harm him. Most telling of all, nobody bothered to ask what he would do when he had something or someone he thought would be well worth defending.
His hand recoiled a moment later as the rush of what he had said came to his mind. He spoke without filter, without thinking. Now he realized he had acted too forward and likely ruined his chances with the woman before him by being a bit of a zealot. Girls did not go for those that were so intense. He suddenly was very, VERY interested in his own feet as he turned red again. He was waiting for her to turn and walk away at this point. He went from interesting to a showoff, and then to an arrogant a** assuming she would even want to hear him talk politics. And yet, that was where he was in his heart. He was powerful enough. They all were in their own ways, and yet these brilliant examples of the future were holed up in a bunker in Canada. She was a teleporter. She had super-strength when she needed it. She deserved so much better than this! A small part of him nagged saying she deserved a much better person to hang out with than a gangly 19 year old that had powers that sounded like an emo dream. His mind wracked with how many missteps he just took with her, all he could do was mumble a weak "Sorry. That was too much."
  OOC: Yeah, sorry. I couldn't think of any more excited rambling to do here. So I jumped on the political thing and allowed him to show a bit of his heart's allegiance to Magneto. It's true- nobody talks about that that he had seen. Given the choice . . . would the students side with the Vigilantes- or the Revolutionary. Wraith knows who he would choose.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2017 6:45 pm
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xxx
