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 Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2014 9:51 pm
   Isabella remained silent after Esben left the elevator, emerald eyes cooling by degrees. The enclosed space was almost too much for her—But she knew that she needed to at least see the animal mimic to his quarters. He looked so worn that half of her wanted to hug him. The other half wanted to kick him hard enough that he cried. She swallowed hard as she recalled their argument for the hundredth time. He’d been wrong then, and if he still believed otherwise, he was wrong now. It was beyond clear that he shouldn’t have gone alone. The man in the elevator stepped back after pressing the button, and she shifted away, a moth shying away from flame. Leonardo’s whispered words about where the new recruits were found would normally have drawn a silver laugh from her, but she was unsure of herself, as she rarely was. “Blame Blake.”
Her lips parted to ask if he needed any help carrying anything, but the question died before she could ask, fear swallowing it whole. Everything reminded her of the last time she’d tried to help, which had been a complete disaster. She dallied a little bit behind him, pausing at a panel with an unusual furrow between two rooms. It opened and she grabbed a couple new pairs of Academy X sweats and t-shirts in what she guessed to be his size. Usually her judgment was sound. He’d found a room easily enough while she closed the panel, seeming to intuitively pick up on the hand scanner. They were an interesting new feature, automatically syncing each occupant’s details to the room. The name above the door flipped of its own accord, the smooth digital letters eventually spelling out ‘Leonardo Rossi’.
Clearly, someone over her non-existent pay grade had been expecting him.
The songstress paused in the doorway, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the slightly dimmer lighting as the door closed. His room was identical to her own, except she’d chosen a space with lighter coloring, and a little more square footage. “You’ll have your own bathroom through that door. There are towels and toiletries in the cupboards.”
“There’s laundry down the hall.”, Isabella explained quietly, almost mechanically, as if she were reading from a script. Honestly, she was, from the packet she’d read to the tween mutants she’d escorted in earlier. Setting the clothing down on the dresser top she wandered over towards the window, eyeing the hologram. “This isn’t real, considering we're underground. If you try and go through it, you’ll come face to face with a steel wall.”
Her hand waved through the picturesque winter scenery causing the hologram to break and scatter. When she pulled it back, it reformed the landscape seamlessly. “I hear it’s to keep us from going stir-crazy down here…Though the layout seems pretty open.”
It didn’t feel like they were living in little shoe boxes—though being alone with Leo felt like she was locked in a concrete one. She wished they could get past the awkward silence and lukewarm responses. Bella wished for a time when she could just tell him what was on her mind… But it felt so far away.
“Can I get you anything?”
She played the perfect hostess, but he seemed completely capable of reading her mind when he turned back to face her. She remained still, a deer caught in the headlights at his apology. She debated on pretending she hadn't heard it...She could keep faking smiles as needed. Though Leo was likely too smart, too close not to realize she was simply going through the motions. The Siren was suddenly glaringly aware that she’d unintentionally placed him between her and the door. Her gaze turned back towards the snowy trees while she organized her thoughts, expressive features fluttering through a variety of emotions. What she settled on when emerald eyes turned back towards him was anyone’s guess, though her voice remained soft. “You surprised me.”
That was an understatement.
“A good surprise. It was just ironic…I’ve spent the past few weeks listening for that sound…Day in and day out...”, she breathed out, lips twitching upward for a moment when she realized he might not know what she was referring to. A delicate finger pointed towards his chest, the watch face on her wrist sliding down. She tracked most X-Men by their heartbeat and individual bio-rhythms…Leo was no different. “I’ve fooled myself into thinking it was there, when it wasn’t…”
“And when I finally stop listening…Just for a little while—like magic, there you are.”
Silence rolled through her again, black emotions nearly paralyzing her as her eyes sharpened, fixating on the animal mimic with the intensity of broken glass. It was distrustful, hurt, but firm. “You should have called. You knew I would worry myself sick about you—And with how many people leave and don’t come back under normal circumstances… You shouldn’t be surprised.”
“I understand why you felt you had to go. I just don’t understand the way you went. Would it truly have been so awful to have someone you trust watching your back? I've never seen you like this... Since you came here you’ve always watched out for me, and I’ve always been there for you. I don’t know what changed.”
The Siren stopped speaking, feeling sound waves around her immediate person begin to unravel. It was nauseating. The very edges of her body seemed to fray every now and again, giving the impression that she could disappear at a moment’s notice. Her eyes grew soft again, unable to hold on to her anger for long… Instead they simply reflected pain. He’d abandoned her when she needed him most, just like every other person she’d ever cared out. Evelyn, Siona, Colton, Teagan, Antonio, Derek, Farren, Forellen, Blake, Gideon.... The list went on.
His disappearance meant only that he didn’t trust her, or that he truly didn’t give a damn.
“Don't apologize just because you think its what I want to hear. You left--”, up until this point, her tones had been fairly even…But here her voice cracked and her eyes closed as she turned away. She couldn’t cry in front of him again.
Wouldn’t. Not like the last time.
“You could have died while I was sitting on my hands and the X-Men ran away from the problem. If you’re afraid I won’t be able to do what’s necessary to get the job done because of ‘their’ morals…Don’t be.”, the songstress informed him quietly, her usually sweet voice filled with emptiness. Her tones were dangerously close to someone that didn’t belong anywhere near the X-Men. She didn’t sound anything like what Leo would remember, though she’d started going through a crisis of conscience long before he’d walked out the door.
“I won’t hold morality and integrity over the lives of innocent people.”
He would recognize those words…It had been the last thing he’d said to her. The words that had shattered what was left of her. If he’d thought she hadn’t heard, hadn’t taken it to heart, he was wrong. Isabella would do exactly what needed to be done in the upcoming missions.
No matter the cost.
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 8:00 pm
Team: Omegas
Location: Jet
Thinking: Off to a great start   It was clar that her teammates, most of all her leader, were unhappy with her boyfriend's actions of bypassing her and taking hold of Leion himself. What was almost more upsetting to them was his blaming it all on "old habits" - an excuse that was clearly wearing thin with his team leader. Thankfully, he didn't push the issue any further, remaining silence as their leader issued her orders. At least the worst of it seemed to be over - attentions were turning to Leion, still smiffling and blatantly confused. Part of her wanted to stick around and see how that all played out. While she wasn't the closest with the boy, he'd been her teammate for years - whatever was going on, they owed it to him to get to the bottom of it.
But, alas, Narcissa's orders were Omega law. There were plenty of people there that could advance the cause.
She cast a backwards glance at her leader and best friend as she headed towards the Infirmary with Roland in tow. As the pair walked, the redhead took it upon herself to break the silence between them, asking how his face was doing after the assault. He seemed calmer than he had just minutes before, responding that he was better than he had expected, all things considered. Casting him a sideways smile, attempting to let him know that she was grateful he hadn't been bloodied too badly, she went on to confront him about his actions. Her words were chosen carefully, her steps stopping along with him as the man rested a fist against the wall.
Her green eyes searched over him as he explained himself, jaw set as she let him say his piece. His pride had been wounded more than anything else - she understood now.
Kerrigan nodded when he came to a close, recognizing the dimming of his eyes. Reaching towards him, her hand slipping down his arm and lacing her fingers with his, the redhead leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "I do know. I get it. I'm not saying that it's going to be, or should be, easy. Trusting other people is hard work. I'm just asking that you try. Really try." Her lips twitched into a small smile then, allowing him to lead her again towards the Infirmary, the couple passing the rest of the time in silence.
As soon as they arrived, Kerrigan stepped to the side to let Elixir do what he did best, grinning slightly at how comfortable the healer had become with him. "You two seem cozy - how often was he in here while I was away," she joked, stepping to the side while her fellow Omega let the healer get to work. Stretching her arms over her head, the redhead rolled her neck in a wide circle - she'd been sitting on a plan all day, after all.
"So, fill me in. What's been going on around here since you got here? For being underground, this doesn't seem too bad." Admittedly, she'd only seen a small portion of it so far, given the events that took place the second she stepped off of the jet. There would be plenty of time for him to show her around. Plenty of time for her to get acclimated to her new surroundings.
After a couple of minutes had passed, Elixir finishing his look over Roland, Kerrigan groaned impatiently, though the grin on her lips would betray the fact that she was just joking. "Come on, old man! Put the finishing touches on him, chop chop. We've got places to be; things to do!" She managed to catch her boyfriend's eye, giving him a small smile. She knew he would be an anxious to get out of the Infirmary, away from what had happened earlier, as she was. They had a lot to talk about and some time to make up - the sooner they got out of there, the better."That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me. This one's a fighter."
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2014 3:03 pm
 [ ʈ | ɦ | ҿ ➸ S | i | z | e | - | S | h | i | f | t | i | n | g ]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOmega - Hallway, Emma Frost's office
A velvet chuckle resonated deep within his chest as he experienced Narcissa's futile resistance, both through their bond and by watching her. Even sitting in the next seat over, he could feel her heart's fleeting in her chest; he reveled in knowing that he had made it that way, that he affected her so completely. Since he'd taken her to the reservation they'd become more like puzzle pieces fitting together than he'd ever expected. In some ways, it was hard to believe that it was real. Something this strong, this permanent belonged in the books that Aren didn't read. A lopsided grin graced his features, chocolate eyes melting with what he considered a compliment.
Leaning into Cissa's ear, he couldn't stop himself. "You already knew that." His tone he left thick with implications, and it wouldn't take her long to what "beast" he had decided to think of.
Their time together, as always, was cut too short. They could have an eternity alone and he'd never think it enough. This time a newer member of the Alphas had braved an approach to his other half, and he felt the twitches of irritation building within her via their invisible tether before she even uttered a syllable. While he'd not intentionally pulled on that line to try and placate her, his presence calmed her reaction, and he accused the perpetually volatile blond of going easy on Gabe. When he shook his head with an almost incredulous laugh, warm fingertips reached up and pushed the hair that fallen out of his eyes. As soon as she drew back her hand, Aren instantly felt colder, which left him longing for another vacation. A vacation meant privacy.
She called him Pocahontas, and not for the first time, the size shifter reiterated his explanation as to why the nickname was inaccurate. Of course, Cissa defended her name for him by calling herself a paleface, but the native would have none of it. "That might have been true before, ki'sómma... But you have been to my naapiooyis*, and have learned enough about my culture." Even though he had taken the time to correct her (once again), the grin on his face never faded. "You know better now."
Of course, he'd defended himself by stating that he had been raised by savages, and while they'd taken him from the wild... it'd never leave him. For a moment, he sobered - already he'd started to feel the bite of homesickness. This place was not meant for him to stay forever. "I hope so." He said quietly, he didn't even bother to try and conceal staunch his want for home was from her. She'd feel the wintery longing within her heart as strongly as he felt it in his own.
Forcing himself to fall back to the boyish behavior she'd become accustomed to, he merely sighed - borrowing their happiness as a couple to lighten the mood. "It doesn't work you know..." He stated matter-of-factly. "Trying to effeminate me won't change what you already hold as truth." She'd been using it as a distraction from her own longings, but Aren would have none of it.
As their conversation progressed, he mentioned becoming an actor, as he seemed so skilled. Cissa informed him that Hollywood wasn't all that it was cracked up to be, but he merely shook his head, his features serious. "Ki'sómma... Have you seen this face? This body?" He asked, his index finger pointing back to his chest. "The cameras would eat this up..." For a moment he paused, as if considering how it would all play out. "My fan club would grow..." The way he said it left much to be determined on how he actually felt about that.
As the plane landed, it was Narcissa's turn to become somber. He could feel her inward panic, her blatant unhappiness with the decision for the X-men to live underground. Squeezing her hand, he poured as much reassurance as he could manage through their bond.... wanting nothing more than for her to be comfortable. It said what he wouldn't; things would look up. Eventually.
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The situation between Roland and Leion had been a surprise to say the least. Honestly, if anyone got to hit the big lug, Aren felt he was the most entitled. However, he kept this to himself and instead made little remarks meant to ease some of the tension. Most of it sadly went unappreciated. Were he a more sensitive man, he might have wondered why he even bothered in the first place.
When Narcissa had told Kerri to restrain the lavender-eyed man, his roommate stepped in... mistakenly breaking the chain of command. The red queen took it as an insult, and her temper flared in front of the group; heat radiated from her with such intensity that Aren took a step to the side. While she would never intentionally burn him, the temperature was just hot enough from where he stood to be uncomfortable.
She snarled back a response to the man when he explained his actions by blaming his past. This only made the sun goddess that much more infuriated, and it became increasingly difficult for the native's own blood not to boil. Concentrating, he calmed himself; this was not his fight. Instead, he made another joke about how archaic the choice of having a sword was... but again, no one took the time to recognize his wit. How disappointing. Since when did all of the Omegas have sticks up their asses? The lack of humor left him wishing Dom would just attend his damned gym class so that he could come back to the team.
Moments later, the invisible line between he and Cissa felt less impassioned with fury. The small blond's gaze landed on him, her expression a mix of bewilderment and something almost accusatory. Subtly, he let his shoulders roll with a shrug as an answer to her unspoken queries. If he'd calmed her, it'd not been wholly intentional. Sure he'd wanted her to simmer down before she blasted one of her teammates - not for the team's sake but because he didn't want to feel her guilt later.
Leion seemed to be going through some sort of mental crisis, and the size shifter soberly informed him that he should lay off the peace pipe. He'd opened his mouth as if to say something, but Narcissa cut him off before he could. Feeling as though he were safe from her sometimes viper tongue, Aren didn't hesitate to complain that she'd interrupted his joke. "But it's not the horses I'm worried about..." He replied. "Whatever he's on has to be pretty strong.."
Shortly after, Cissa barked out orders and most of the group dispersed. The only question Aren had about any of them had more to do with the existence of sugar-free chocolate, and nothing to do with anything someone else might find important. His features fell into a grimace when his lover tried to explain what it was like, feeling and tasting her disgust more than seeing it.
As they moved toward the headmistress' office, the Omegas leader quietly told Leion that he'd be alright, and for the rest of the time they walked in a very awkward and uncomfortable silence. When they reached Emma Frost's office, Narcissa gave the woman a very curt greeting, and informed her that she and he would wait outside while Emma got to the bottom of Leion's condition. She shut the door behind them, and once they were out in the hall, the gap between the two of them closed.
Unconsciously, strong arms wrapped around her small frame when she pressed her face against his chest. The feeling of her resting there felt natural; she belonged with him, no matter how many times she'd convinced herself otherwise. "Leading a handful of mutants will always be a nightmare." He said, lips pressed into a thin line. "I won't lie though... I kinda had hoped that I'd be the one pulverizing Roland. I'd expected to use the excuse of cabin fever..." Of course it was a joke, as most things were with him.
He pulled back after a few moments of bliss, knowing that Cissa wouldn't want someone to discover them. "As soon as this is over, we'll find somewhere quiet." He promised, lips brushing her forehead.
With the click of the latching coming free on the door knob, Aren took a step back before either he or Cissa came into sight of the office. Emma motioned for the team leader to come in, and for a moment... the native hesitated in following. Figuring he'd know about it eventually, the man followed her into the room and remained quiet as the telepath explained things.
Wow. Alternate universe. Strange.
Chocolate eyes made a few sideways glances at Leion and eventually he smirked, finding humor where few would. "I have to say... the other Aren... whatever he was like... he's not nearly as great as me. Consider yourself blessed to meet the better version." Anyone listening might have thought him entirely serious. Eh. Maybe he was.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 4:36 pm
Aʆєxaηdra Ӎaʀiʆèηє AgηèȿCodename:Flairer ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ Alex blinked when Tara appeared to only look at her at the offered hand. Did Tara not do handshakes? She decided not to ask as she lowered her hand back to her side. No need to keep her hand out there and look silly! The curt tone was not something Alex was used to. But, at least Tara knew her. That was a start! “Oh, that is good, Tara.” She smiled a little sheepishly as she followed Tara towards the elevator.
They stopped at the arrival of a male(Blake). “Afternoon” She said back to his greeting. When he asked if he could accompany her, she simply nodded, since Tara and her shared a similar sentiment on the matter. Though, she tilted her head and looked between them at hearing Tara’s comment. Was the commotion she had seen coming to an end a fray? She furrowed her eyebrows as she felt her arm linked with Tara’s. “Are you alright?” She asked just shortly before Tara’s next comment.
Her eyes widened just a little at the idea of letting a fray play out for entertainment. She vaguely knew that some people were entertained by watching others fight. But, Alex never understood it. Seeing people fight seemed more distressing to her than fun to watch. However, to each their own. She had a feeling trying to argue against violence being entertaining would be like arguing that black was white. A fight she would likely loose.
At hearing a question asked of her, Alex faintly chuckled. “Um, besides people talking about certain kinds of…assets…and some mischievous acts with spitballs, I can’t say the flight was more than just boring and uneventful.” She couldn’t help but flush a little at mentioning the assets. She couldn’t ever bring herself to plainly talk about female anatomy around strangers. Alex didn’t know how others could do it.
She thought she heard the elevator ring, a signal of its arrival. But, she couldn’t be sure as she glanced between the male(Blake) and Tara. “So, how is this base? It sounds like you two have been here for a while.” Alex hoped her assumption wasn’t wrong. Otherwise, Alex just made herself look really stupid. “Is it really as claustrophobic as some of the people were thinking it would be? You know, since it isn’t like we can go outside or anything…” Great. State the oblivious. Totally unnecessary. She couldn’t take back her words now though. “Or is it not so bad after all?” ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ "We will drink our fill of Alpha
Then, of golden sunshine that spills into Alkalai Lake Base
Till our brains intertwine with Tara and Blake"
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 8:09 pm
Roland Chevalier
Location: Hallway/Med Center
Thoughts: Patching things up… Kerrigan seemed to understand where he was coming from with his anger. His embarrassment over the whole ordeal. His anger came to him in a wave, crushing over him in that moment. His rage forced him to act, and now he was again dealing with the consequences. His hand clenched in a tight fist as it pressed against the stone walls of the bunker. His breathing was deep and deliberate, he wanted to bring his still pounding heart, cool the boiling hot blood in his veins. Stop the neurons firing that told him the same thing, “kill, kill, kill”. They echoed in his skull as a cacophony all trying to force the animal he knew was locked away within him. He could see the claws trying to force their way through the corners of his eyes. The internal growl from within She gently placed a hand in his, intertwining the fingers, and leaving a small kiss on his cheek. His blood cooled even further, as she explained that he needed to learn to trust the team. With barely a smirk he replied calmly, “I don’t exactly have much to work with. Let’s be honest here.”“But I’ll try. Just… don’t make me promise to let things slide. I believe I owe Leion a piece of my fist.” he was honest about that, he was angry. And there was a good chance that it wouldn’t go away until he was able to settle it between them in his way. She asked him about what happened here, how he kept busy, to which he replied, “Oh you know, a little bit of this, a little bit of that. Lifting boxes of files and other assorted equipment down to storage. Cleaning the place up a bit, studying some of the old work done here. Remarkable stuff, terrifying and ethically unsound, but remarkable.” He’d sort of lied when he had asked Scott about the material, having done a little bit of reading himself. He’d taken the time, and mostly focused on papers pertaining to enhancements of the mitochondria. Incredible stuff, but he digressed. When entering the Med Center, Kerrigan asked just how often he was in the Med Center, to which Elixir replied, fingers poking around in Roland’s mouth Enough. A few scrapes, some bruises here and there. Mostly he did the patch ups himself, I just made sure he knew where the equipment was. If you knew half the history of what this character did to himself, you’d not be a happy camper. Taking his fingers out of his mouth, Roland was able to smile a bit as he waited for Elixir’s prognosis. Roland did not want to go through those stories. Beast wasn’t too happy with those tales. Impressed, but not happy at all. Opening a cabinet, he pulled out an ice pack and slapped it over his knee. No bleeding, here’s an ice pack for the swelling. You’re free to go. and with that Roland stood up and gave Kerrigan a kiss on the cheek. “Come on, where’d you like to go next?”OOC: Let me know if there's any issues please!
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 5:30 pm
 
Gracie had filled Daylia in on the chaos that had broken out not five minutes after their plane landed. Shrugging, she agreed. While she had seen Leion around before, their paths had rarely crossed - even being on the same team. Her larger concern was one that the fake red-head could relate to - Kerri's boyfriend being a dolt. While neither felt it was their place to say anything about it, they'd both reached the same conclusion. For Kerri and Roland, there wouldn't be a happy ever after. "I think my patience will run out before that happens." The hex generator stated listlessly, obviously still peeved with how he'd ignored her so completely. For her friend's sake, she'd try, but that was all she could promise.
"Nope, I'll be right there with ya." She said with a smile, tossing a curtain of dark, glossy hair over one shoulder. "Cabin fever suits me ill. So if you volunteer, I'm going to join right behind you." Granted, their underground facility could have passed for something topside. They'd spared no expense with the illusion, but she knew it wasn't real. Eventually it'd eat at her.
They were met with several new people then, and the chameleon bribed a pair of younger boys to carry her bags to her room. Luke and Lyn both expressed concern, and the dark-skinned man seemed to have struck a nerve with one of his remarks.
Poor Luke. He warily asked if all of their team was like them, and she took a moment before answering. Pursing her lips, she mentally went down the Omega roster. "Well... outside of Kerrigan who is sweet as a tall glass of South Carolina tea... pretty much." An image of Roland appeared in her head, and her expression became surly. "Most of us are a little crazy. Some of us are flat out dumb." With a huff, she let the subject die, not wanting to elaborate about her frustration with that particular mutant.
Grinning, Gracie agreed that she'd hate to be on the phaser's bad side after hearing her threaten the boys if they got too nosy and peeked in her bags. "I'll keep it that way." The woman replied in a good-natured tone. The conversation segued to her and Daylia's team lead then, and the pair of Omegas didn't do much to dismiss the queen's reputation. Luke had chuckled at the mention of beauty sleep, and she pretended to glare. "So not funny. I look like Medusa's worst day without it."
Giggling, she shook her head at her friend's comment about Narcissa being worse than her. "That is yet to be determined." She joked, hazel eyes alight with laughter. Luke's expression fell into something akin to disappointment, and for some reason Gracie wanted to alleviate it. "Cissa can be a little mean-spirited to those she feels like deserve it." She explained, "But as long as you steer clear of her or don't do something stupid, you should be fine."
He made a comparison to some movie, but the hex generator didn't quite know its origins. "I don't think I've seen that one... but maybe the writer was psychic?" Emlen asked, her lips curling toward the sky prettily.
But even that wasn't the complete truth, and neither of the Omegas denied the fact that being on the Alphas made him a potential target for Cissa's animosity. Luke spun it into a joke, and she found herself snickering. "I don't think any of us hate you for being the black guy.... Actually I think there's another guy on your team who's black." What was he again, a hydromorph? Ice? She couldn't remember.
Like most people in a group setting, they eventually decided to discuss food, and Emlen had suggested the two Alphas do a cook-off. Her stomach rumbled with the idea, already quite hungry. "The best job, only if the competitors are decent cooks." Grimacing as she thought of hopelessly bad chefs, her lip curled upward. "Eating charcoal everyday wouldn't be ideal." Sadly, Luke declined the idea for now, which elicited a small, pretty pout from the hex manipulator.
She had mentioned pie, which had only caused the plant manipulator to groan longingly. Admittedly, key lime sounded amazing, but he was more partial to pecan. "Pecan reminds me of Christmas at home." She said fondly.
As they meandered around, the man in their group advised that they avoid the third floor, stating that it was no place for women such as themselves, and Gracie corrected him by saying she was happily middle class. "Or total snots." She agreed with her teammate about upper class. Lyn mentioned that she'd always wanted to be first class, and Daylia paid her a compliment. Emlen nodded in concurrence, eyeing the Alpha woman for a while. "I mean... those cheekbones could belong in high society." She made her voice sound aloof and haughty, making a grand gesture as a small joke about the financially better off.
"Luke, my dear... Bad music is how us women get through the hard times." She stated, deadpan. "Listening to it only motivates us to get over our problems that much faster."
The way his face twisted in terror when he mentioned Justin Bieber was just too rich to pass on poking fun at. Promising not to leave him with the teeny-bobbers, she mock-sang one of the more popular singles from the Canadian star, her tone implying she'd do just the opposite if given the chance. He caught onto that, and called her out on it. "Actually I think I'd be the one holding the camera so as to upload it onto the internet later." She teased.
As they walked without knowing where they were going, Luke made a quip about the stereotype surrounding black guys in adventure movies, which garnered a bout of giggles out of Gracie. Muffling them with the back of her hand, she tried to appear sober as Daylia gave a defense against it. "True..." Though she could think of plenty of movies where the stereotype held true. "Don't worry..." She said with a blithe wink, "We'll protect you. I think the trick to making it out alive is to not get separated from the group. If we find a dark spot in our travels, just hold one of our hands, okay?" The longer they spent around this guy, the more Gracie decided she liked teasing him. He made it entirely too easy.
The way molecular manipulator said she liked Luke gave cause for another slow grin as she caught the unspoken words that followed the woman's statement. "I agree." Her eyelashes swept over her cheeks as she looked the new Alpha over from his feet back up to his toes. "He shows a lot of promise... Too bad you're on the Alphas..." While the words were said, no actual remorse laced within them. The teams worked together frequently enough that they'd no doubt cross paths often.
D saying that if Luke was afraid of merely running around the base gave him cause for fear maybe he didn't belong on a team seemed to have struck a chord with him. Before tempers could flare, Gracie stepped between them. "Now, now children..." She started in a motherly tone, glancing to Lynette for assistance. Luckily the conversation rounded back to their grumbling tummies, and she winked at Luke when she asked what he'd be making, not wholly unaware of how flustered he'd gotten. "Red velvet cake with a whipped cream cheese icing." The southern belle demanded.
They made it to the kitchen, and that left something to be said about their navigational skills. "And with only the slightest hint of Bieber." Gracie added to the Omega's statement for Luke's benefit.
Daylia gagged at the thought of strawberry jelly and she could only raise an eyebrow in question. "Oh it's not that bad, is it?" The idea of a cooking competition between Luke and Lynette resurfaced in the conversation, and her shoulders shook with laughter at the "to the death" part. "Just so you know, whoever wins this will likely be hired as my personal chef, so you should be prepared for the demands I might make upon you."
Esben - apparently another Alpha - joined them, and Lynette offered him a judge's seat. He agreed to sit in, closing the refrigerator door with his tail. She did her best not to stare at the appendage, as she waved when Daylia said her name. "Nice to meet you. It's not an intrusion at all."
Nodding to her teammate's observation, green and golden flecked eyes sparkled with amusement. "We'll just have to shower before reporting to Narcissa." She said, figuring that D would get the joke. Their leader had a knack for being able to "sniff" out those who'd been associating with their rival team.
Daylia said she could probably eat a whale at the moment and Emlen's head shook at the thought. "I think those are out of season." She said glibly.
Luke asked what they were supposed to be making, and Gracie did not hesitate to reply. "One appetizer, the main course, and obviously a dessert. You don't have to make the same things... prepare your best dishes - just make sure they go together or my palette will not be happy." She said, making up the rules as she took the sandwich Daylia offered her and bit into it.
After all, she needed a snack... this might take a while.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 7:33 am
  Name: Narcissa "Cissa" Grace
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Underground Facility 
Aren laughed, and her stomach dropped out, leaving her feeling empty when the sound stopped. How could he do this to her so easily? Was he bothered at all? She peered at him out of the corner of her eye to discern if she affected him in the same way, but her investigation was inconclusive. She could feel that he was pleased with the situation, at the very least. Exhaling slowly, her grip on the arm rest tightened as she counted to fifteen under her breath, only to stiffen when he whispered in her ear.
Blue eyes with a little too much light in them crashed into his chocolate hues in a silent warning, the implications of his statement nearly too much for her to bare. Behind the warning lingered a staunch need that made their landing fortuitous. Holding his hand hadn’t been enough before, but now… Now it was a necessity and a tease that nearly drove her insane.
The Red Queen grew twice as stalwart and cold when Gabriel passed through. He couldn’t be allowed to see or know; especially since he was an Alpha. There was a c***k in her perfect armor that made her vulnerable named Aren Aquene.
“You’d like to think I know better… But pale faces never learn.”, she responded sassily, nonchalantly brushing shimmering hair back over her shoulder. Their witty banter could take her mood either way. Sometimes it helped level her, other times it simply fanned the flames—Or at the worst of times dumped gallons of gasoline on them.
This time it had its desired effect…Aren hoped to return home; Missed it so much that she felt his heart ache, even though they’d just left. His sadness cooled her wants just enough that she could reign them in, instead focusing on Aren’s hand—Small thumb massaging his palm. He seemed to pick up on her more tender feelings and returned to picking on her attempts to make him a girly man. “Whatever you say, Pocahontas.”
She was stubborn, a small and sexy smirk lingering on her features, unable to help the challenging way she raised her eyebrows—As if demanding that he prove her wrong. Narcissa realized a little too late that she was only making things more difficult for herself, and decided in an afterthought that she really ought to quit when she was ahead.
“I have seen that face—And that body. Yes. It makes me want to party.”, Narcissa deadpanned back to the size shifter, quoting random lyrics from a Lana Del Rey song. It was honestly more accurate than he knew… He was her sun, and he definitely made her shine. “But that won’t change the fact that Hollywood is still overrated.”
At the notion that his fan club would grow she sneered darkly, a wave of jealously creeping unbidden through her veins. “I’ll deal with your fan club.”
Her ire dashed away when they actually started to land, finding warmth in the way Aren squeezed her hand just a little tighter. Her heart felt like it might burst free from her chest if it beat any harder, but she kept her features schooled into ice… No one but Aren would know she was absolutely terrified.
Narcissa would have laughed at Aren’s quips if it wouldn’t have been entirely out of character in that moment. No one could know that she wasn’t furious at being disobeyed, no one could know that her temper had all but evaporated. In response, she let her ability spread from her core, making her sapphire eyes that much brighter— Forcing them to phase into hellfire white. Aren didn’t seem to know how it’d happened, and for appearances sake she painfully ignored his response. He didn’t seem to know what he looked like when he shrugged. ********. By God and bloody ********.
This bond was sincerely going to be the death of her.
Aren commented that whatever Leion was on was pretty strong, and the sun goddess was inclined to agree—Though not patient enough to let him have his fun. She hated being underground almost as much as she hated walking into a Walmart. Almost.
The Omega’s present dispersed when her orders were given nigh immediately— Just like the feathery bits of a dead dandelion scattering in the wind. She sighed after a moment before falling into her own designs, knowing that the White Queen would only be so helpful.
Narcissa did what she could to reassure Leion though admittedly it wasn’t much. She didn’t have it in her to mother him further and fret over imagined sleights from his fight with Roland. The fact of the matter was— He’d attacked her berserker without any viable provocation. Roland was only at fault for not following her orders, not for trying to defend himself. If she knew the man as well as she thought she did, she fully expected Leion to find a fist flying at his face when he least expected it.
Roland would learn the first Omega law eventually. Obey, and don’t get caught.
The sun goddess didn’t find their trek to the offices awkward, just boring. Save for the fact that they could be escorting a possible psychopath to their Headmistress—That part was rather entertaining. Any perceived tension between herself and Aren was being interpreted incorrectly… Narcissa was upset because they’d effectively been buried alive and that the sun was so far out of reach… Not because of anything to do with her other half.
Leion was truly lucky that the size shifter accompanied them. Aren centered her, had a calming effect on her—though the way his hair fell in his eyes consistently ruined her focus.
After giving Emma and Leion their space, she burrowed into the size shifters arms without thinking about it, breathing in his vaguely cinnamon scent. Wrapped in his embrace she felt safe and protected against all things—Even the damnable hole they were in. It wasn’t normal for her to want to be this close to anyone… But this felt perfect. “Always a bloody nightmare.”, Narcissa agreed, her voice muffled from the way she hid against his chest, taking advantage of the empty hallway.
She knew that she had responsibilities and duties to attend but was it really too much to ask for things to be calm for twenty-four hours? At least until they managed to unpack? Perhaps Aren had spoiled her too much on the reservation and she was getting lazy, maybe that was why it bothered her so much. He mentioned pulverizing Roland and she laughed reflexively, leaning up to press a delicate kiss to his chin. “You can still use that excuse…”
“At least he’d have a vague idea why you’re hitting him…”, she mused teasingly, recognizing his joking temperament. Roland….She was never sure what to do with him these days. There were reasons why she stayed out of his immediate reach, things that she couldn’t even begin to wrap her head around making her cautious in a way most wouldn’t expect.
Aren pulled away too soon, however necessary, and her eyes reflected her displeasure. There was a wave of loss when space was put between them that was hard to swallow. These were her rules… Her limitations—He was only doing what she’d asked. She hated him for it. He promised that the distance would be temporary and kissed her forehead, causing her to lean close. Small fingers curled in the front of his shirt, but eventually let go…
This was the way it had to be.
Her expression was something very close to miserable until the door opened to Emma’s office, in which case she donned the ice queen mantle she was known for. The woman explained Leion’s situation and she sighed—Running a hand through her hair as she glanced at the young man. “Well…At least you’re not having a psychotic break.”
She had a hard time feeling empathy for this Leion when their Leion was likely…
Narcissa couldn't think about the fact that one of her Omega's was dead.
Aren made a quip about being the best version, and she tugged on their invisible tether in agreement. She didn’t need to know anything about the other Aren to know this was the truth. Honestly, her alternate self seemed like a candy assed push over… So all around, their universe tended to win. Especially since Alt-Leion had decided to stay.
Narcissa had less questions than one might think. She’d been and done alternate realities, and had the mental scars to prove it. “…Questioning can wait. He’s still Leion, and therefore not dangerous.”
“Wouldn’t it be prudent to get him situated so he can rest and eat before we interrogate him? Perhaps get Elixir to evaluate him?”
Emma seemed a little put off by the suggestion, but pulled out a new student package for Alt-Leion. It held a comm, an ID, a laptop, and some general information about the new base. “We’ll take him. We need to find our rooms too.”
They left the office not long after that, heading towards the Junior X-Men dorms. Narcissa never…EVER escorted a new student to their dorm, so it was certainly a strange sight. Truth be told, she simply didn’t want to leave him in Emma’s clutches if he wasn’t an evil SOB. She was in a foul mood as of late. Arriving to the correct floor was easy enough, though Junior X-Men and Staff seemed to be in a flurry of motion.
“All right boys…All you have to do is find an empty room and put your hand on the scanner. When it accepts you, that’s your room.”, she trailed off, looking around for the corner bedroom she’d been told would house her UV Equipment. Emma had said her name should already be above the door. Hopefully, she wasn’t full of it. Maybe Aren would see it since he could actually see over the trolley’s full of luggage.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 7:23 pm
L e i o nxxA. E v a n s ΩMEGα, LѺDεSTAℜ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇xxx Location: Underground(Alkalai Lake Base)
Thoughts: Frosted Leion emotion_awesome  Honestly he was still in shock it was a bit hard to process but these two just shrugged it off like it was nothing, sure he'd read about instances of similar things, but he also knew how unlikely it was to happen. He snapped out of it momentarily when Aren spoke up about him being the best version of himself and he had to think for a moment, because this man looked nothing like the only Aren he knew Well. . . the only Aren I knew was an empathic Centaur" he said almost sheepishly. More words were exchanged between Frost and Narcissa and Frost grabbed a familiar bundle from a drawer behind her, it was a package given to new students, which was a good thing since all of these items he had previously owned were off in another Universe.
Narcissa volunteered herself and Aren to show him to the dorm area of the base, he gave a small nod and followed. Through the trip many students gave strange looks at their trio and he could only guess that the Leion of this Universe didn't associate much with Narcissa. When they stopped moving they arrived on a busy floor full of other students and staff rushing to get what they had decided were the 'good' rooms. She gave a brief explanation of how to claim a room and began to look above a few of the doors. "Thank you sis- Narcissa." This was going to take a lot of getting used to, this woman was not his sister and possessed a volatile temperament, she would likely burn him for each time her called her sister until he stopped. Before she could acknowledge what he said he ran off in search of a less crowded area to find an empty room.
Once he figured he was in the clear he stopped by a train of currently unclaimed baggage. He took a look around, there were a few rooms that were currently empty in the South East of the floor, but most of them were double rooms. As he looked around something caught his eye, a tag attached to a bag with LEION J EVANS in large bold print. It felt like stealing but he grabbed the bag and went to the nearest room available and put his hand on the scanner. After it had accepted him he walked in to the room and threw the belongings on one of the two beds, and flung the bag open, and began to examine the belongings of the Leion of this Universe.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
GONE IN ANOTHER WORLD.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
CIRCUMSTANTIAL VICTIM,FALLING/CALLINGxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
(xxxI'm no imposter.xxx) ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇xxx OOC: Let me know if I missed anything.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 7:35 pm
☣ ☣ ☣ ... My daily chicken soup for the soul ...
What's this dude's deal? ☣ ☣ ☣ ... Where I'm consuming it ...
Middle of No Where, aka Canada ☣ ☣ ☣   While Aspen would never in her lifetime claim to be the most socially aware person, all the same, even she was able to tell that Peyton was overly glad to see her. It was especially surprising considering Peyton had been annoyed with her mere moments before she'd departed for her run in order to wind down. The reasoning behind it was anyone's guess but Aspen was willing to bet something had happened within the time frame she’d been absent, something that had given the super breather a change of heart. That likely meant someone had managed to annoy her more than being confined in a plane with a hyperactive person that had difficulty containing themselves had been. And while the thought brought on some pondering, ultimately she concluded her curiousity with a smirk. Whatever had been worse than her had more than likely met its maker if it had decided to mess with Peyton whilst in a bad mood.
Her smirk, however, had naturally dissipated the moment she’d set eyes on the stranger that was now within their midst. She hadn’t hesitated to make her suspicion and distrust perfectly clear to him and despite that, he’d insisted on being nothing short of polite to her. What the ******** was his deal? Was he trying to be condescending to her and imply he was better than her simply because she hadn’t been all prim and proper with him? The potential yes behind the notion was enough to cause her to clench her teeth and narrow her eyes yet again. She wasn’t about to let some English snob think he could simply flash a smile and get away with whatever he wanted. Why Peyton seemed so receptive of him, on top of that fact, was beyond her considering Peyton normally hated just about everyone.
Peyton choosing to chime in that Julian probably wasn’t able to carry their bags did little to ease the seed of suspicion that had already been planted. And the moment she chose to enlighten the kinetic absorptionist that this stranger was, in fact, a teleporter, it only served to fuel the steadily growing fire her paranoia had become. That being said, it had gotten to the point that any details Peyton chose to relay her about the man would likely find some way to adopt a negative connotation in Aspen’s mind regardless of how overly intricate or irrational her conclusions might be. She had already chosen her stance and position in regards to him and it would take him, like it did with anyone, a lot of time and tangible proof through actions to convince her otherwise.
“I don’t need,” Aspen responded, equally as belligerent as she had been with him the first time, “your apologies either. And no one is kind simply to be kind, there’s always a reason behind it.” Did he thinks he was born ******** yesterday? No one ever came up to total strangers and just decided to be nice for the sake of being nice without having some underlying motive. For the man to even attempt to convince her otherwise would be an utterly futile waste of time. Paranoia had been an art form in her former life and it was something she would carry with her until the day she died. The fact he was overly nice despite the fact she had been rude to him only served to make her more suspicious of him. What sort of person just put up with that kind of bullshit bearing nothing more than a smile and apology? Either he was a ******** robot here to kill them all or he was after something else.
“Well ‘Jeeves’ has already been informed that I do not require his assistance when it comes to transporting my belongings. I am perfectly capable of managing my own things and last I checked, this wasn’t a friggin’ hotel anyhow so I don’t get why the ******** he’s bothering.” Kindness was clearly a foreign if nonexistent concept to the strange woman. Her lack of faith in people was pretty evidently illustrated within her first few moments of meeting the man. And now he knew. He knew that she wasn’t susceptible to bullshit or being foolish enough to trust someone she had just met and hopefully he would get the hint and stop trying to be so overly nice to the point she was contemplating vomiting.
It was then that Peyton requested she carry her own bag in order to help out and pull her own weight. The gesture was not lost upon Aspen, as tense as she maybe seemed. She knew that Peyton was one of the few people out there who actually had her back and legitimately cared for her well-being. It was precisely why she was so fiercely loyal to the hot headed girl when normally she would only be looking out for herself. Because despite Peyton being hot and cold (mostly hot) with a lot of people, she had always been there for Aspen when she’d needed her and that consistency had built up Aspen’s trust in her over the years. Their relationship was likely a strange one from the outside looking in but their bond was nearly inseparable. It was why Peyton actually cared about Aspen’s opinion and why Aspen obliged her occasionally even when she disagreed.
Somewhat hesitantly, Aspen relinquished Peyton’s bag. Had it been anyone else she likely would have been far more defensive over the matter, assuming they were taking her for being too weak to carry a set of luggage. She knew, however, that was not the case with Peyton. Peyton had witnessed Aspen’s strength first hand and probably knew better than anyone else who wasn’t already dead just exactly what she was capable of. Likewise had Aspen been anyone else, Peyton likely would have readily taken the opportunity to have someone do her dirty work for her. She wasn’t generally one to turn down freely offered services and make use of people when they made their generosity so readily available abusable. “If you insist. You know I’m perfectly fine handling both, though.”
As if offering to carry their bags hadn’t already set her on edge, he took it one step further by asking if he could show them to their room. How the ******** did he miraculously know where their room was before they even did? “Gonna be offering ******** maid service next, too?” Absolutely friggin’ ridiculous was what it was. A teleporter who knew where their rooms were before they did and was all up in their faces offering to carry their s**t for them as if he had nothing better to do, what was she supposed to make of that? Was she honestly the only one who found the entire concept really ******** creepy and weird? Surely this was setting some sort of alarm off in Peyton’s mind; she was supposed to be the ‘sensible’ one, after all.
It seemed, however, that there had been a role reversal this particular day seeing as Peyton had readily accepted the man’s offer without even stopping to think how in the ******** he knew where their rooms were. Perhaps the plane ride had messed with everyone in their own special way and everyone was off their game. Before she even had a chance to reject his offer, Peyton had chosen to speak on her behalf and thus Aspen was forced to bite her tongue. She really didn’t like the idea but Peyton had already made up her mind and neither were likely in the mood for a power struggle. Both were usually able to compromise every once in a while for the other and it looked like Peyton was calling in her favour this time.
Feel it ... breathe it ... believe it ... ... And you'll be ...  ☣ Ⱥ§ρєȠ ☣... Walking on air ... Go fly ... so high ...
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 11:23 pm
Gabriel Byrne
Location: The Hangar/Workshop
Thoughts: Great. One step forward, let’s hope I don’t make three steps backwards Something in the back of Gabriel’s neck bristled when he saw the fight between the two Omegas, he couldn’t put a finger on it but it was as if something was drawing him towards the combatants. Perhaps he’d already been a bit on edge, what with another person teleporting right in front of him and giving him near cause to draw his weapon. It was a strange thing to say the least, but he ignored it and kept moving on. He paid no mind to Narcissa and her attempts to puff herself up. She wasn’t exactly changing any opinion of his when her own teammates were attacking each other. Gabriel smirked when Kat remarked on needing a large closet. God knows how much clothing the two girls had between them. Though he admittedly had quite a lot of baggage, not in the metaphorical sense. A lot of equipment was transported and moved to the workshop he requested. Perhaps once he dropped their stuff off, he’d get started on sound-proofing it. God knows he’d likely drive a few people mad between the machinery, and the possible discharging of firearms. He’d do his best to prevent sound from pouring out. But he could make no promises. Hopefully, the workshop was far from the dorms. A small amount of relief poured over him when Raine and Aurelie acquiesced to his plight of social training. Though he realized that he’d already made an error in his judgment. Cursing to himself softly he turned towards Kat and breathed in deep. “My apologies, I didn’t mean to exclude you. I figured since you and Aurelie were together I imagined she’d bring you along.” he now started thinking of what she could do in a more technical sense. Given her shapeshifting, she would make a perfect candidate in order to test armor types, for the varying body types here on base. But he digressed, as he was lead up to the dorms via elevator. Aurelie offered to help with the bags he had, to which he kindly declined, “I’m your pack mule, my stuff was all brought here before we flew in. Besides, I used to carry boxes of ammo like this.” That’s what normal people did right? Try to relate in some fashion using life experiences? Yeah, that worked. Totally worked. Upon reaching the dorm floors he followed them to the rooms they’d picked. Not too far away lo and behold he saw the familiar crates he packed back at the mansion. The bags floating out of his hands left him free to his own devices, so he moved towards the familiar packages and began to unsnap the clasps. Lifting one crate up, he saw the familiar tool cases, just as he left them. Looking to the rooms they’d selected, he turned to Raine and asked her politely, “Which room would you like? Either one works for me, I don’t sleep much so I don’t imagine I’ll be in here very often.” he offered a kind smile, his gunmetal eyes glinting in the fluorescent lighting. OOC: Let me know if I missed anything. Also, let me know what you think of the new model!
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2014 10:18 pm
  Luke shrugged when Daylia asked what his words were supposed to mean, eyes falling to the floor when he realized her hand was on her hip. Mothers tended to look at you like that, same stance and everything. It meant he’d done something wrong. “Well…What do you think it means?”
Daylia couldn’t really be as bad as she thought was. From the rumors that circulated the student body, by rights, an Omega wouldn’t be caught dead hanging out with an Alpha. So…She’d already broken rule number one. Deep down, he thought she was probably pretty nice.
”Doing your job…? And that would be?“, It was clear from that question that there was much Luke didn’t know about teams, and that Daylia’s sarcasm went over his head. They seemed to think he was on the wrong side of the fence. But wasn’t their leader Cthulhu? From what he’d heard his leader was Mary Poppins in comparison. Being an Omega only sounded good for one reason. It was five foot three with hazel eyes. “I don’t really care witch team I’m on…But I will prove that I’m beyond capable.”
He laughed a little when he turned to Lynette and Gracie as they talked about his aversion to the Beebs. “I don’t mean to judge…It’s just that teen bop is bad for the soul…”, Luke lamented, placing his hand on his chest, as if wounded. “Plus don’t feel too bad Lynnette… Everyone likes some kind of music that others consider to be nothing but noise.”
‘Like the Beebs.’, he thought in his head, but didn’t say out loud. They were already making fun of him for his aversion to that pre and post Disney trash. Luke didn’t want to give them anymore ammo to make it worse.
Gracie explained the Omega complex to him, causing him to store away Kerrigan’s name for later. If she was the only nice one among them, he’d try to deal with her over the Red Queen if it came down to it. He was tempted to ask what she looked like, but was afraid it might be taken the wrong way in a group full of stone cold foxes. It would be just like a female to think that somehow their collective beauty wasn’t already enough, and that he couldn’t possibly be asking for educational purposes…
Women were just like that, in his experience. Best to avoid it. “That’s good to know…Crazy just isn’t my cup of tea.”
He shook his head, looking towards the three women he walked with—Choosing to ignore their debate about being middle or low class. “I still think you all could pass as high class. That’s the story I’m sticking to.”
Daylia brought up that there were a few dark skinned folks that had made it to the end of a couple horror films and he rolled his eyes. “Yeah…But in the first one that comes to mind, I’m pretty sure that LL Cool J was wounded badly and barely survived. He might’ve of lived…But either way, it doesn’t look good for a brother.”
He was starting to get whiplash from how much this conversation jumped topics, but he did his best to keep up.
Gracie mentioned that she looked like Medusa without sleep, and he was a little caught off guard by her glare. Realizing that she was just pulling his leg a moment into it, he slowly started to nod his head with a faint smile. “Your hair turns into snakes when you don’t sleep? Damn. No wonder I shaved that off. Bald is beautiful.”
“You should give it a try.”
Hearing that he wasn’t the only African American on his team, he resisted the urge to fist pump. “Yes! I’m not the token black guy!”
Gracie also mentioned that she hadn’t seen Resident Evil. What a shame…She’d almost seemed like the perfect woman until then. “Oh well…It’s not a big deal if you didn’t see it. The point is still the same…I think your leader might kill us.”
The tagline “You’re all going to die down here” kept ringing in his head. In a British accent.
He gave Gracie a little glare when she continued with the Bieber fever assault, kicking at nothing on the floor. “I’m really starting to think you might record it—“, he started to respond, but the dark haired Omega winked at him and he completely forgot what he’d been saying. It was enough that he didn’t balk at the notion of holding hands with a bunch of girls so they could protect him. “I uh…Might have to take you up on that. Don’t want to get snatched up in the dark or anything…”
A little embarrassed he scratched the back of his head. Awkward.
“Red velvet cake sounds awesome.”
Yes. That seemed like something a normal person might say, not a retard. These women would seriously be the death of him. Seriously.
Taka taka taka taka time skip to the kitchen….
Expecting the cook off to be between himself and Lyn, he moved through the kitchen with great agility and precision as he began his appetizer for the group. The first step, of course, was to scrub his hands clean to his wrists. He would take Gracie’s demands very seriously. He was the awkward turtle in all things, but the kitchen. Luke looked back at Esben as he sat down, giving him a quick once over and a slight wave when Daylia gave his name. “It’s about time there’s another guy in this group.”
“I was starting to feel a little outnumbered.”, He paused for a moment to wash the egg and flour off his hands. After drying them he returned to the stove to fry up thinly sliced breaded green tomatoes. He glanced over at Lynette when he had the fire right, grabbing a few plates. He knew exactly how long he had before they needed flipped. “What you got going on over there?”
Luke looked towards the group at the table with a half-smile while they talked about eating whales. “No need to worry, there will be two three course meals since this is a competition.”
“So no need to chow down on endangered species just yet.”, he gave his two cents, heating up another pan so that he could fry up some bacon strips for a sriracha remoulade sauce. It required that he pat down the cooked pork to remove the grease, and then puree it. The plant manipulator hummed a little bit while he blended the ingredients, and then plated up golden brown parm-panko fried green tomatoes. Honestly, he didn’t even like tomatoes, but these were something special. Drizzling the sauce on top he slid the plates over to the group and smiled again. It was more smiling than they’d seen him do all morning. “I hope you all like it…It’s a rather easy comfort food with a great taste.”
“Even if you don’t like tomatoes. Try it.”
Luke backed off then and began to prep for the next course.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2014 7:14 am
  『 L o c a t i o n ↙ ↙ 』xxx『 T h o u g h t s ↙ ↙ 』xxx『 O O C ↙ ↙ 』
[ Hallways ] xxxx[ Back to Campus ] xxxx[ bleh bad post] xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Shoving his hands deep in his pockets, Blake exhaled a sigh, clearly exasperated. The team transfer should have been taken care of by now, and he was half-tempted to go back to the road if it wasn't soon. Narcissa clearly loathed him for being friends with the rival leader - but she should have known that from his file. No doubt she'd read it; if she'd had a problem with that, she should have requested him to be on the other team. He'd hoped against hope that Bella had been exaggerating that night at prom... because surely the fact that he was on the Omegas meant she could suck it up and deal with it.
Obviously not.
Thus far, he'd stayed out of her hair, only crossing paths with the leader when absolutely necessary. Outside of his alliances, she had no reason to be chafed with his presence... he made it easy for her. He followed orders when given; he didn't cause undue chaos. He'd been a model member of her team, solely because he remembered being a leader - he remembered how nerve-wracking it was to have a difficult person to command.
If the cowboy didn't know that Bella was finally getting to talk to Leo about their fight, he might have bowed down to her unfailing wisdom where Cissa was concerned. But she needed time alone with her friend, without distraction so that they could bury the hatchet.
Meandering their new home, his fuming disintegrated into something more calm, which was good because he ran into Alex and Tara. Turning up his southern charm, his lips pulled into a lopsided grin as he approached them, blue eyes twinkling as though there was nothing the matter in the world. He asked if they needed extra company, and the geokinetic responded in kind, slipping her arm through his. "Well, then I'd be obliged to escort you beautiful ladies through the halls." He said kindly, not even missing a beat from her lack of personal boundaries.
Tipping his chin toward the innocent blond, he flashed her an award-winning smile. He knew her name - the teams weren't so large that he'd missed crossing paths with them at least once, even if he'd yet to speak to a few of them. Assuming she at least knew who he was, given his popularity throughout the school, he didn't bother to introduce himself. "Good to see you, Alex."
She complimented him for how he'd handled the fight, and Blake rolled his shoulders with a casual shrug. "Oh, it wasn't anything that couldn't be handled. Though, I will admit I was surprised that Leion was the assailant..." The blond had never given any notion of violence before that he'd noticed.
"I personally preferred your humor in the situation... sadly I feel that the efforts went mostly unnoticed."
She admitted that she wanted to reprimand him for not allowing the fight turn into a brawl as she pressed the button to the elevator. "If Narcissa wouldn't have flambéed me for ignoring it should she have found out, I might have." He said in an effort to excuse himself. Though really, he would have done the same thing if he weren't an Omega. "As it is, I permanently remain in enough trouble with her over my association to Bells." He said, the nickname showing enough affection to say he and the Alpha leader were close. "However, she and I have been friends since we were not even as tall as heather fields..." Somehow the analogy made his accent sound that much thicker.
"I'm sure we'll find something else to entertain you.... even if I have to pay off some people to make it happen."
They stepped into the elevator, and Tara conversationally asked the other Alpha about her flight, which garnered a crimson color to swirl in her cheeks. Chuckling, Blake couldn't help himself and he cleared his throat before he tried to speak. "Alex... I don't mean to be overly forward... but you do realize that you have certain 'assets' too?" He couldn't understand what the cause for embarrassment was... Had this girl lived under a rock her whole life? Even the Amish girl Aurelie didn't flush when the conversation got a little unsavory.
She quickly changed the subject, and Blake didn't push the matter. The elevators opened, and people were bustling through the corridors when they stepped out. Lifting his free hand, he made a motion that answered the girl's question. "It's actually pretty big... and they wasted no expense to make it feel like home." Right down to the 'windows' that overlooked greenery. If you didn't think about it, it almost felt as though they weren't hiding in a tundra.
"But don't worry... I don't think we'll be permanently trapped her. As one of the more heavier used teams... the Alphas will be called out soon enough." He didn't mean to sound foreboding. But it was the truth... something would go wrong as it always did, and they'd be shipped out to do damage control or save the day.
Winking to offset his remark, he gave a small laugh. "And after about fifteen minutes outside... all you'll want to do is come back to the base and take a hot shower. Soon we'll all be indoors people..." He joked, keeping his tone much lighter than before.
"And if not... we can use the simulator to create a field for you to bask in the sun." While everyone would agree that it probably wasn't exactly the same thing, he doubted that most people would object after being here a few months.
Silently, he thanked his lucky stars that he'd been wise enough to leave the door open to go out and recruit - even if a lot of the time he ended up having to fix a problem along with convincing the kid to come to the institute. Blake had joked about them all becoming people who preferred to be inside... but he knew the truth. Some, including himself, couldn't be tamed.
Hell, if he went too stir-crazy, he might even be tempted to visit his parents in Texas. And that he knew would be a mistake.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2014 11:46 pm
Name: Leonardo Rossi
Team: Alphas
Location: Alkali Lake
I Think Avril Lavigne Has A Song About This... Leo listened in silence as Bella went through their little tour, imagining for a brief moment that he was in some sort of tour group – distant, looking at the scenery, not exactly listening but still absorbing the information. Honestly, he thought that she would have dropped the act when it was clear that they were alone, but she hadn't, even when they were in the room and the door was locked behind them.
The idea of a window actually made Leonardo uncomfortable, at least at the moment. For now, he needed to be cut off, take a breath and clear his head. A constant reminder that there was an outside world and it was still in trouble would just make him even more stir-crazy than if he didn't have a window. He of course didn't express this, just listened as he had been for the past few minutes. There was probably an off-switch somewhere – he'd look for it after Bella was gone.
He'd decided to be more blunt and just get right to the heart of their conversation, and his little apology thankfully seemed to work – it threw Bella out of whatever hostess mode she was in, and she began to explain how he'd surprised her earlier. He was aware that she sometimes tracked people by their walking patterns and the sounds their footsteps made, but he didn't know that she could tell who someone was by their heartbeat. In a way, it made him feel a little bit vulnerable. He was so used to being able to get the drop on people, as he'd been trained to do, and the fact that there was someone that could tell where he was no matter how he tried made him a little uneasy. Apparently he'd done it just then, but he doubted that it would happen again. He pushed the thought away, knowing that he should trust the woman in front of him.
His breathing intensified and he tensed up when her demeanor turned cold, the subject of him leaving coming up again. He hadn't wanted to go down this road again when he came back – he wanted to say sorry and get it over with. Looking back, he was foolish for thinking that it would go that way. He'd said some pretty awful things, and just saying some lazy apology wasn't going to make up for it.
She said that she understood, but still felt hurt that he hadn't taken her along with him. Again she was lamenting that he was being self-centered, but then again, wasn't she? For all the motherly instincts she had, it all came down to how she felt, didn't it? Not how he felt, how the pull of a burning world would eat him alive if he'd stayed at the mansion. It was true that they'd been closer before, that they'd always had each other's backs. She wanted to know what happened to make things different.
When he began to talk, it was much less confrontational than when they'd spoken before. He was tired, weary – he didn't want to fight with someone who was supposed to be his friend. "Look – the life I have here and the life I had in SHIELD were two separate things, and I tried my best to keep it that way. I'd done some pretty bad things when I worked for her," images of dead bodies floating down a red river flashed through his head, and he was so distracted that he didn't catch that he'd said her instead of them like he probably should have, "but here that didn't matter. I was an X-Man. I had friends. I'd gone to a prom, for Christ's sake. Too many times though, my mind would go back there, to a darker place that I kept dragging around with me. Like with the mall incident and the Sentinel attacks – there was always something to remind of that person I'd been. At first I thought it was okay, that it made me stronger, that it made me a better fighter, and that I was more experienced than the rest. But then I started to realize that it was holding me back, that I was living in the past, and I couldn't be here, happy with all these new people, if I was constantly thinking of what had been, rather than what could be."
He took a breath. It felt good, sort of – getting all of this off his chest. In a way, he was slowly starting realize all of this for himself, and that his head was finally clearing. "So when the Sentinel attack happened, I knew I had to end it. I had to sever that connection. My main concern was making sure my friends were safe, and then making sure I wouldn't wake up every morning thinking about SHIELD, the team I'd been on, and saving the world with them rather than with the X-Men."
A sigh escaped him. He was running on fumes now – he didn't have the strength to fight about this all over again. "And I couldn't do that with you – with anyone on base. It was my problem, and I had to fix it alone. Like I said before, I wanted to keep things separate. I probably would have had to explain things to you, and even if I didn't, you would have seen a different person out there. I wanted you to remember me as I am here, not like I was in SHIELD." The young, brash, careless boy that had joined a secretive government agency at age sixteen and wanted to fight mutant terrorism, never mind the fact that he was a pawn in a power-hungry, redheaded witch's schemes.
"It wasn't that I didn't trust you, or that I didn't want your help… it was that I didn't want you to see the world I was a part of. The world that turned me into a…" he almost said 'monster', but that was much too cliché, so for lack of a better word, he finished with, "thing." It was said with disgust and hatred – just thinking about the things he'd done in Laos and not to mention all over the world made him feel ashamed. It'd been why he left – why had he missed it so much? If he'd been on another team, if he'd had a commander that actually had a sense of honor and didn't have a moral code that made most politicians look like saints, then things would have been different. He'd still be doing good work – getting rid of the bad mutants and helping the good ones. It didn’t happen that way, though. He ended up being the guy who did someone's dirty laundry.
He feel silent, catching his breath for a moment. Bella went on to talk about the X-Men's moral codes, and he heard his words echoed back to him from their fight that seemed so long ago. He sighed as he slowly shook his head. Part of him still meant that; that the X-Men's policies were a bit too idealistic for him. But the way she said it, the tone in her voice… she might have taken it in a different way than he probably meant it. Killing the bad guy was the most efficient way of doing things, because most of the time there wasn't an alternative. Plus, he didn't want to think about how many people had died from the villains that had gotten away. Hearing it from her though – it just didn't sound right. Someone as sweet as the girl he knew once occupied the body that stood in front of him shouldn't be saying things like that.
"The rules make them better, is what they'll always tell you," Leo said, referring to the X-Men and countless other groups of superheroes spread across the globe. "And it's true, but not for the reasons you or I would think." Guilt washed over him once again, as it had right after the fight they'd had. "When I said that to you, I was asking you to do something I shouldn't have. I was asking you to sacrifice your soul for a war that's been going on for years – long before either of us got into it. And you don't deserve that. You don't deserve to have sleepless nights asking yourself if what you did was right. And really – I don't even know what I'm talking about. Sure, I've seen a lot of the world that most people won't even see a fraction of, but I'm still twenty-years-old, for Christ's sake. I don't have everything figured out, and I was a fool to think that I did. Maybe what Xavier says is true – he's wiser, smarter, and more experienced than any of us are. But the things I said before, the person I was… I'm starting to let that go. I'm trying to see their way… to save people without sacrificing myself, and without sacrificing anyone who gets in my way. There's a way to be happy and still do the good work we do… we just have to find it. Together."
He knew that she was coming part at the seams, and he knew it was his fault. All he was trying to do now was pick up the pieces and not break her completely, as he feared he'd already done.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2014 7:40 pm
The songstress was desperately afraid of falling into another screaming match with the animal mimic. She held on to her role as a hostess, as an impartial team leader, to give them both a way out. She wasn’t a saint by any means, but for such a mild mannered man, he could be abrasive when he wanted to be.
Bella honestly wasn’t sure their friendship would survive being raked through the coals a second time.
If she would have realized that the notion of a window made Leo uncomfortable, she would have shown him how to disengage it. As it stood most of the tweens she’d shown had squealed and promptly began sticking their hands in it to make the particles scatter. She’d taken a brief moment of amusement in their blind joy…Trying to remember that feeling—Wishing something as silly as a hologram brought it back to her.
Isabella tracked her teammates and friends in a variety of ways—Mostly unconscious, save a select few. Every footstep, every breath, every heartbeat was a telltale marker that was as individual as a fingerprint. Her hearing was nearly eidetic, allowing her to memorize and catalog sounds that others never noticed, or simply couldn’t hear. The fact that he’d been able to sneak up on her spoke volumes as to how much this new environment was messing with her ability. He’d likely surprise her again before she acclimated. The usually gentle sound user couldn’t have known that her observations bothered Leo. It was natural to her…To search for something precious, which had gone missing.
He was quiet when she spoke, either kind enough or tired enough to let her have her peace. Bella had only begun to recently understand a bigger picture, seeing the war around them in a different light. She’d lost so many people in recent years that if asked, she would be the first to admit that her actions with Leo were selfish. As a friend who cared as much as he would allow, and as a team leader, she couldn’t accept a possible suicide mission.
No matter how he felt. No matter how she felt. A dead man wouldn’t save anyone.
Isabella honestly expected him to come back swinging like he had before, small shoulders tight, bracing for the invisible impact. The blow never came. Softer words caused emerald eyes to fall back to his blues, quietly searching this disheveled man for the best friend that she thought she knew. The dark haired woman listened intently, guarded, but clearly giving him room to speak. She’d asked for an explanation, she’d not stop him now.
She didn’t interrupt to clarify what ‘her’ he’d been referring to—the point of his dialogue currently more pertinent than the villain. He was right in thinking that those details didn’t matter. His past had never held any negative weight with her. His words chipped at her distrustful walls bit by bit, causing her to bite down on her lower lip when he sighed. Was she so blinded by everything that haunted her that she’d missed all of this? All this time?
“I’ll never see you as anything but...”
“You.”, Bella breathed out, words barely audible—though he would hear clearly. She didn’t want to interrupt him, but she hoped it made sense. He needed to know. Her eyes softened, though she visibly flinched when he referred to himself as a ‘thing’ instead of a person, her stomach bottoming out. The parts of her heart that crept between the line of right and wrong filled in the blanks for the true definition of the word, hearing monster, creature, thing, and a slew of other slurs, all rolled in to one.
Her feet drew her away from the window, the want to make him retract that notion eclipsing the need to keep her distance. Isabella reached for his arm, though paused a hairsbreadth away. It was clear that they wouldn’t be duking it out like they had before, but she was still wary. He’d just come back from…God only knew where, doing God only knew what. He could be hurt…
Her indecision and conflicted feelings frustrated her, causing her to frown, lips parting to say something, before snapping shut. This was Leo. Not a stranger that she ought to fear. Exhaling, she closed her eyes, clearly over thinking what should have been simple. The young woman leaned forward and wrapped her arms about his middle, dark head near his shoulder. “Don’t say that. Don’t think that.”
“Please.”, the singular word was uttered while he caught his breath, silvery tones all but begging. It wasn’t true. Her embrace was loose enough that he could easily pull away if he was still angry with her, or otherwise found her abhorrent, but tight enough for him to know she meant what she was saying. She might not agree with him...But at least she understood. It was one step in the right direction.
The dark haired sound user fell silent when he continued, addressing her admission about forsaking the X-Men sense of morality. Isabella remained still, eyes staring off towards a darker part of the room. She’d already made silent promises to herself, and to her team. She’d used the phrase that Leo had spoken as motivation, a tool to close herself off and empty her heart of reservations.
She’d used it, and his absence, to prepare for the next enemy. Isabella had wasted so much energy trying not to feel, so that she could do what she thought needed to be done, that she didn’t know how to reverse it. The notion of killing should have felt like searing fire, should have given her reason to pause, but it froze her. She didn't feel it at all. She desperately wanted that fire back, the caution sign that said she’d gone too far… He was twenty. She was twenty-one. Life shouldn't -be- like this.
“…I know you know what it’s like…”, Bella spoke slowly at first, gathering her thoughts. Leo was the first person she’d spoken to earnestly about what bothered her, not long before the Sentinels attacked. It had been hard then, and it was the same now. ”To feel that weight…To see so many eyes turn to you…Trusting you to lead them and not hesitate—Even though you know that people die. It doesn’t matter how ready you are, or how smart you are…War is about death.”
“Needless, stupid death.”
She wasn’t bitter or chilled with these words, simply stating what had been pulling her apart as quietly as she could. For the moment, it was safe here. If she spoke too loud she feared that someone else might magically overhear, that wouldn’t understand. What would Blake think? Gods, what would Scott think? “I might not deserve it…But I don’t know how to do this without sacrificing something. I feel like… If it isn’t me, it’s my team.”
“It’s you.”, a tremor ran through her voice, one that she tried to hide. If her choices kept her friends and family alive and unharmed, wasn’t that all that mattered? At the end of the day…What was more important? Keeping her goodness intact, or keeping someone she cared about safe?
She exhaled shakily, trying to rationalize what needed to be done. It was hard to wrap her head around everything, let alone her heart. The solution he offered her felt so simple, it was hard to believe. Her fingers curled lightly in his sleeve, once again searching for the right words. “I chose you.”
“To be an Alpha. It wasn’t random. You were nearly an Omega until Professor Summers took my side… I knew everything that was listed in your file… It didn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. I trusted you, convinced that you deserved it, unless you gave me reason not to.”
Isabella paused, tilting her gaze up towards him, resolute and honest. He was clearly exhausted, so she took a familiar page from his book and remained blunt. When he'd wanted to leave in the first place...She should have remembered one simple thing. “I trust you, Leo.”
“If we can do this… If there’s a possibility for a better way...Show me.”
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2014 1:56 pm
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