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Alright, so it was true that Maddy's abilities weren't the most friendly, nor were they much use in volleyball. Well, I suppose that she could cut the ball in half, but then she would probably chased across the beach for ruining the game. She jumped at Evie's first attack with the ball. It hit her palms squarely. She could tell they would be red by the end of all this. At least they weren't counting that, because it wasn't to brilliant of a hit. Evie was putting up the poles right quick and in a hurry without any real help. So, a restart then? She walked over to the ball, sunken into the sand, and kicked it up like a soccer ball.

Maddy rested the thing nonchalantly on her hip and looked about at her team and the competition. Already they lost a person who she thought could be some help. Alek, from the little that she had seen of him, was by her standards a complete idiot. No sense at all; a love for stupid violence. Even still, a frozen ball headed towards the sand of the other team would have been helpful. Now, who else did she have? Just Jacen? Okay, he should be pretty damn awesome. And... okay, for the life of her, she couldn't remember this girl's name. It was Vietnamese, right? It had to be Nguyen, then. No, she didn't even look Vietnamese... Japanese? s**t. Maddy, for all her book smarts, was terrible with remembering names. When she had been captain of her old school's Archery Team, she hadn't even known the names of a good number of the freshman. Oh, alright, somebody had said it. 'Hoshi, Hoshi, Hoshi,' she rolled over in her mind. she wished more people were around. she hadn't heard anything from Cissa, at least. She pushed the idea of a flaming ball sent flying at Vallon out of her mind.

Alright, getting a move on then. She stepped back into the corner and spun the ball around in her hand, as if such a motion would do anything for her. With an intake of breath and the solemn hope that she would screw up too badly, she set her self up, trying to get settled in the sand. Tossing the ball up in front of her , she smacked it with her palm again and set it flying with what seemed to be a good speed across the court. It made it over the net by about a foot and continued on it course forward.

Now all they needed was some epic background music courtesy of Kenny Loggins.

Omega - Jolly lil stroll


Christian laughed a bit when Sophia directed the conversation from her singing. He just shook his head a bit when she looked at the ground and blushed. Just when he was going to say something, he saw Varian approach the two. Shortly after that Raine joined the trio sitting on the porch. He listened for a moment while Varian and Sophia conversed before turning his attentions to the group’s ‘new arrival’.

“Good to see you out and about,” Christian said to Raine as he began to head towards the steps. Sophia had just basically taken the lead of their little menagerie and headed out a few paces before the rest of the pack. The four reconvened on the way down the path that cut through a grove of palms. Nothing fancy, but an access from the condo to wherever the path led. He didn’t say much though as they walked briskly towards the marketplace. Christian had a gut instinct that they were being… followed by someone. He couldn’t tell how or why it was he felt that way, but he did. He was taught to never ignore his instincts, and that had always how he managed to steel himself into surviving week long treks into the wilderness.

He almost ran over Sophia when she stopped and saw the sprawled out market. “Sorry, Sophie,” Christian drawled absently while he overlooked the entire area. Plenty of touristy type stuff, but Christian wasn’t sure that they had what it was he wanted to replace and knew they had all the time in the world to find out. That feeling in the pit of his stomach wouldn’t go away, and he felt compelled to say something. Just as he was about to, he watched Varian duck away from the group and into a tent.

“Very well,” Christian drawled a bit again, feeling the laze of the day beginning to creep up. “Raine, Sophie. Don’t want to crap in anyone’s cereal, but I got a funny feelin’ we’re bein’ followed.” Just as soon as he said that, his attentions focused to the guy crashing through a nearby orange cart. He blinked a couple of times until he recognized the guy was Antonio. That was all but confirmed when he saw Shandra skate up to where he was getting himself back righted again.

“And it looks like we’re not the only ones here,” he said with a smile as he waved in Shandra and Antonio’s direction. Christian could at least acknowledge their presence, even if they weren’t going to form a tourist group of epic proportions. While he was waving, he felt something hit his foot and saw an orange right at the toe of his boot. Without a second thought, he picked up the orange quickly to dust it off. He knew the proprietor of the demolished orange cart would be angry, but Christian did intend to pay for it. Not a single beat was missed as Christian peeled the orange in semi-record time.

“Anyone want an orange?,” Christian said between bites of the rather delicious fruit. “I’m buying.”

Omega: Coming Down From the Tower - Beach Bumming It

Narcissa downed her tea, scalding hot—And passively watched Kerrigan and Forellen finish theirs. One of the few perks of having blood akin to the temperature of molten lava was that the rest of her was just as insulated… The heat never bothered her. Only extreme cold, perhaps, being stuck in the arctic circle for months would bother her. And that, was only if the sun wasn’t shining.

“Kerri has sun block.”, Narcissa responded to Blight on auto pilot, before her expression became as contrite as the sun child got when she glanced at her red head. “Not to offer up something that isn’t mine… But I certainly don’t burn, and with that pretty complexion and previous experience I know you do…”

She rest delicately on the bed, her right leg crossed elegantly over her left. Her empty tea cup rest on the edge of the bed in its saucer, her arms holding her upper body up. It was a relaxed position, though it didn’t stop her from looking entirely fierce. Kerrigan had been right about the way her hair cut made her look… and even pulled back, it was perfect and sharp with its simplicity…

Narcissa looked the part of a prissy spoiled princess… But instead of carefree crassness and cruelty that should have been in her eyes, there was a darker look. It was haunted, sad… It added to her visage, though she wasn’t sure if it affected her positively or negatively…Just that it made her look dangerous, in certain lights. She’d always held an edge of visible malice… It just came with the territory of being first a Hellion, and then an Omega.

Now it was clear, and driven—That she would just as soon talk about the latest fashion, just as she would burn someone to dust… With the same conviction. It disturbed her on a few levels… But part of making the rest of the world think she was hunky dory, depended on her hiding her own personal monsters in mental closets. Compartmentalizing. She’d been good at it, once. Now she was simply unable to decompress.

“And for the record, yank tea is crap…Whoever came up with a berry zinger was bored and drunk.”, she chimed in thoughtfully after a brief period of silence. She stood up in a fluid motion and set her tea cup down on the tray as she walked over to the bathroom and dug out a few towels. No way, she was going to fill her own towels with sand and muck. They were crisp white, and large. “Anyone else need a towel?”

Depending on what the reply was, would depend on how many she grabbed from the well stocked bathroom shelf.

**

A little while later found her padding down the front porch, flip flops slapping her heel lightly as she moved. There was a volley ball game going on, and a few people in the water. There were quite a few Omega faces she didn’t see—But she chalked it up to them either being inside resting, or having gone to town. Knowing her progeny, they were out causing some trouble… But if they didn’t get into a little trouble, they wouldn’t be Omega… It was a find thought. The closer she got to more people, the more she felt like going back inside… But she couldn’t do that. Nope, not her. She would walk with her head held high, her voice would obey her, and she would be… Herself.

Today was going to be exhausting.

But she had told Kerrigan and Forellen that they were going to the beach--- So here they were… The beach. With people. So many, that it made her skin crawl.

But she simply laid out her beach towel a safe distance from the game, but close enough she could watch what was going on, and still get some sun. She sat down on her towel and promptly closed her eyes for a moment, skin warming from the sun.

“Mm… Sun.”, she murmured, not really to anyone but herself. She loved the sunlight…Needed it. It made some of the negativity within her fade… Seemed to push the darkness back.

Her eyes then focused on the volley ball game... Was Evelyn really there? She had trouble accepting that the natural blond rapid healing sassy mouthed alpha managed to appear in just the nick of time... Part of her wondered if she was just another of Belasco's tricks.

But another part of her so badly wanted it to be her...Friend... That it didn't care.

There were lots of parts of her that didn't care... But watching some of her Omega's play, she did care.

It was nice, relieving, to be able to care.

Alpha: Serving Up

Alek's behavior made her roll her eyes. That was exactly the attitude that Gideon was referencing and exactly what would have driven Bella mad. Evie felt slightly guilty for making Bella have to deal with the behavior. In some ways, she felt responsible. When Evie was team leader, she had done nothing to help Alek. All she had done was put fuel to the fire. And he was lucky that she was entwined in this game or she would have buried his a** in the sand, real hard.

There were no team lines in this game. They were just kids playing a game, and that was her goal. See how everybody worked and after two months, learn about people. Teams meant nothing at the moment to her. People did. Limbo was justification of that enough.

"Absolutely powers are allowed, Hosh," Evie responded and winked, "After all some of us can't turn ours off so that wouldn't exactly be fair."

And with that the game began. She watched Maddy serve it and as Leion clearly wanted the set up. She knew the phrase but also knew that it's targeted action wasn't always easy in mutant volley ball. They would be lucky if anybody scored a point anytime soon.

Her brain worked as quick as it could and she did her best without knowing what Leion had in mind. Had she be going for the spike, she could have hit the exact location she wanted based on the movements and likely powers of the other team. But Leion would be unpredictable. So she shut her brain off and set him up as logically as she could, "Set, my dear."

Evie put it up for him to spike it. At that moment a scent hit the breeze that let her know they had new company. Cissa. She hadn't talked to Cissa since Illyana sent them home. No mention was made of the fact that Cissa could have ended Evie's existence in the flash of a second or that Cissa didn't or that Evie almost didn't care if she had. She always lived to lay it on the line when it had to be.

For a brief moment, she looked out towards the Omega leader and nodded. Just an acknowledgment. They would talk.... at some point.

Alpha: Oh la la-- Romantique!

“S’allright mon ami…”, she responded to Christian, who was apologizing for nearly running into her. “Ah’m the one that shoudn’t stop in the middle of the road.”

She tore her eyes off of some of the jewelry hanging n an outdoor shop… There was a pendant she especially liked, a rose carved out of some kind of pink quartz. Her eyes lingered on other thin silver and gold chains, and little bejeweled bracelets… Her attention was taken as she heard Varian break off from the main group. She nodded her head… “Ah have my comm, if you can’t find us…”, she called after him, blinking back mild concern. He’d seemed like he wanted to hang out with them… But just as suddenly he wanted to be alone. She would never really understand him… Or any male, for that matter. They were all so complicated.

She hadn’t noticed Antonio right away though, until he smashed into a vendor selling oranges…. Was he rollerblading? She covered her mouth with her hand to hide an involuntary smile as the oranges tumbled everywhere, and she immediately felt bad for the vendor who started yelling… And for Antonio, who landed flat on his back in the street.

Her eyes caught Shandra helping him up… And she couldn’t help but wonder if they were on a date. It would be so cute! Antonio was flirty to say the least, and Shandra seemed to be the opposite…But opposites attract, so they say. Sophie liked entertaining the idea of star crossed romances… She’d officially read too many Jane Austin novels… If she were any other girl, and if Shandra were any other girl, she would have plied the truth out of her with chocolate and girl talk--- But sadly, Sophie wasn’t that bold—And Shandra, she had noticed, wasn’t that easy.

Sophie, being Sophie—Felt the need to go over and ask if Antonio was all right--- But if they were on a date, far be it from her to interrupt. So she waved instead, and started moving to help pick up the oranges. Some were beyond repair, but some were still seemingly fine—So she carried an armload over to the vendor as he fixed the stand leg with a crate.

“My friend would like to buy some, if possible m’sieu…”, she intoned lightly, bending down to help pick up more of them as she gestured towards Christian.

The man grumbled but nodded his head in thanks as others started to help clean up the small mess.

She never realized that Alek was behind them, despite Christians warning. Sophia wasn't a hunter, unless shopping for sales counted.

Omega:Catalina - In Omega Company

Kerrigan finished her tea leisurely, smiling at Forellen as she asked if someone had brought sunblock for their nearing beach excursion. Before she really had a chance to reply, Narcissa answered for her, the redhead chuckling softly to herself as she caught the blonde's glance. She shook her head to show that she harbored no ill will against the girl - there was more sunblock in the bottle than she could use in this vacation, but she had to be prepared. As her blonde bombshell pointed out, her redhead complexion made the sun an almost constant factor anytime she thought about going outside.

When the three omegas were ready to go, the redhead sat up from where she was on the bed, collecting her bag that she packed with her beach gear and slipping it over her shoulder. She shook her head no when the blonde asked if either of them needed a towel, Kerrigan pulling a corner of her beach towel from her bag to show that she was already prepared int hat department. Her aviator sunglasses, perched on top of her head, slipped over her eyes, the redhead messing her fingers through her curls as she followed the two of them out the room door, making sure that it was shut behind her.



The sea breeze washed over the redhead as she made her way through the sand in Narcissa's wake. Her white shirt cover up gave peeks of her bikini underneath as she moved, the redhead smiling despite herself. It was not like her to enjoy the relaxation that came with vacation, but with the events in Limbo, helping to fix the mansion and trying to meander the complications that arose from the whole situation with Narcissa, Kerrigan was ready to take a break from training and such to lay around and do absolutely nothing. No doubt that would change in a few hours, but for the time being, it was all she could think about.

Her green eyes fell on the volleyball game that was going on, the redhead waving to those that she knew well. Normally she might have joined in, but she had a feeling that a certain blonde needed her close for now, and so that was where she was going to stay. Spreading her towel out an appropriate distance from her friends, the redhead used her sandals to hold down two of the corners, an attempt to keep the towel somewhat in place. Her white shirt came off, revealing her bikini body in all it's pale, lightly-freckled glory. She settled down onto the towel, pulling the sunblock from her bag and starting to apply it to her arms and chest. The corner of her eye caught sight of Jack, the redhead making sure that her gaze never fully landed on him as she tossed her hair over her shoulder to get the back of her neck.

"Feel free to lather up Forellen," she said with a nod towards the bottle on her towel, her eyes wandering to the surf.

Omega: On the Beach

Narcissa felt Evelyn’s eyes on her—Knew that the former Alpha leader would have smelled her coming. She remembered that, out of all things—That Evie had an exceptional sense of smell. The strange things that she remembered sometimes amused her. While certain things that she didn’t remember, annoyed the hell out of her.

She could have killed her… Back in Limbo. She could have killed Evelyn. Would have, if it weren’t for the fact that something about her reminded her that Belasco being dead was a good thing. Perhaps it was her scent… The way she said nothing at all, and just let her be the broken, tormented girl that couldn’t breathe… Because her head told her that she loved, the demon she had just run through—While her heart railed against it.

Her stomach was queasy was Kerrigan set up her towel, and the volley ball game continued… Thinking of Belasco always made her want to be physically ill.

She placed her hand in the sand, and picked up a fist full cupping it between her hands, letting light and heat flow—Extreme heat like that, and pressure easily turned sand into glass. Light flashed from between her fingertips for a few moments, and then she pressed her hands tighter, rolling what was becoming solid in between her palms.

A few moments later she let the light die down, and then held the glass until it cooled. Opening her hands, she saw a simply glass ball, almost complete round—Though there were strange cracks running through it. She set it down on the towel and picked up more sand, and tried again, turning to glance back up—Just as a girl she was unfamiliar with got out of a taxi and walked into their vacation house.

She was confused, but didn’t say anything…

~New Omega… I mentioned her on the plane. Her name is Petra…~

Emma’s voice echoed in her head, and sure enough, it brought back their conversation.

~You should pay better attention.~

‘You should stay out of my head.’

Narcissa heard nothing else after that, and assumed that the White Queen had bowed out—For the time being. She… Hated, having people in her head. Now, more than ever. Distracted though she was, she didn’t miss Kerrigan glance down the beach. Curious, she looked the same way and saw Jack. She wasn’t really familiar with him. He’d been brought into the Alpha fold while she was…Gone.

“Are we trying to be coy? Or are we pretending we don’t notice how muscle bound and salty goodness he is?”, Narcissa questioned her friend, tone amused, for one of the first times since she’d been back. She’d been sarcastic, and cruel--- But being amused was too close to being happy for her. "Alpha or not... He can make equally...Interesting... Copies of himself. So if you don't succeed with the first one... Try, try again."

Opening her hands again, this time the ball was perfect...Perfectly round, with no cracks. She set it down on Kerrigan's towel and picked up more sand.