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 Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 10:30 pm
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Shot in the Darkxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ S t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxAfter Prom--When the rest of the Academy is sleeping off some very spiked punch...Michael and Narcissa interact, laying down the ground rules of being an Omega.
xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ C h a r a c t e r s I n v o l v e d ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxNarcissa Lucania - Selena Lucania
Michael Brusch - ExeSpartan117
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Coding done by The Bunit, Pics edited by Selena Lucania, Concept for thread approved by AX moderator, Selena Lucania
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 11:34 pm
╳ Codename: Aegis ╳ Team: Omega ╳ Location: Beddy Bye ==> Arms Room ==> Shooting Range ╳ Thinking: Night time shooting.╳ Michael finished tucking Elizabeth into bed, who was now holding her tiger bear tightly. "Sweet Dreams sweet heart." He said, kissing her cheek softly and leaving the room.
Moving quietly through the house, Michael's insomnia dominated his nights, and he was ready to live through the night. But what could he do at an hour where the house was quiet... or drunk? He rummaged through his pocket and looked at the temporary pass key he received to retrieve his weapon till something was worked out. Moving his way through the house and to the arms room, he acquired his SR-25. He also grabbed a case that had multiple accessories for his rifle and proceeded to the range. The cool air blew about and sent a chill down Michael's back. It was nice to be out of his Dress Uniform, and in something more comfortable. A USC Hoodie and jeans.
Finally reaching the range, Michael set up his rifle, pulled out a bipod, a high powered laser and a silencer. He placed the silencer on the rifle and loaded the first magazine into the well and pulled the charging handle back, sliding the first round into the chamber. He had a nice strong and proper stance. His left foot forward, slightly bent and a bit of weight on his back foot. His left hand holding up the barrel of the rifle and his right elbow bent in and down, gripping the pistol grip lightly and resting his cheek against the rifle stock.
He switched the selector switch from safe to semi, all the while taking aim through the sights. "Oh, whoops." He muttered as he reached into his pocket and put ear protection in. Granted there was a silencer, that didn't stop an explosion happening right next to his face. Safety first.
Retaking form, he aimed, took a slight breath and held it at the top of his breath and fired. He breathed out, took another normal breath, a slight pause at the top of his breath, then fired again. He continued this pattern into the night. The silence being broken by strong WHIFFS as the bullets sliced through the air in the absence of the gunshot. He hit the silhouettes. Not all within a tight shot group, but close enough for iron sights and all landing hits. One would wonder what exactly he was shooting at, considering it seemed pitch black at the end of the firing lane, but for his power he was able to the end of range. He continued the pattern and reloaded when need be. To him, this was serenity, the night sky, the moon and stars shining down, his trusted rifle, and not a soul to disturb him.
Elizabeth: 
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 1:06 am
  Name: Narcissa Grace Lucania-Stone [No relation, to Any Alpha's]
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Outside
Temperament: Calm
The blond goddess had bid goodnight to Felix—Rewarding him with a kiss for his efforts. No matter how smooth his tongue…He would never pass through the invisible plastic coating that she wrapped protectively around herself. Not in one evening…Her trust and faith was something that needed to be earned. It wasn’t freely given… Especially not to newer Omega’s. The young blood members of her little Kingdom had a great deal to learn.
Her fingertips passed the piano in the lounge, a few notes lingering in the air as she slipped towards the French doors that led outside. There was only so much to do at night—When all the world was sleeping. She’d taken to doing rounds in her senior year of high school after meditating. For those that couldn’t sleep easily…Meditating was crucial. A lack of sleep could easily drive someone insane… Especially when highly evolved genetics were involved.
She slipped outside, moving near soundlessly—Still wearing the gown she’d donned for the soiree. It held to her form, hugging it in all the right places with just the right amount of flair. It was easy to move in, comfortable and a pearlescent Versace work of art. It was one of a kind, based in white, something she’d had commissioned long ago at a whim, but had never worn it. The gown held tightly to her torso, accentuating her impossibly small waist, made of a petal soft material that in the right light seemed translucent. There was a slit in the front that went from the floor to somewhere that could only be described as dangerously high, the edges glittering here and there with diamonds.
The halter neckline swooped low, and then continued around an enticing form, plunging to nothingness when it hit her back, exposing perfect, flawless, creamy skin. Her golden hair was still pulled painstakingly up into a heartbreaking up-do, tendrils and waves falling free into just the right curls.
White was one of her favorite colors…Mostly, because she’d been informed that watching her wear white was quite the oxymoron. Irony was one of life’s few pleasures.
She kept to the path so her expensive heels wouldn’t sink in the earth. Eventually her footsteps lead her towards the shooting range...Small sounds caught her attention. After a moment, she moved closer—Her form glowing just faintly against the backdrop of the evening. If she wanted to hide her presence, she would have hid her light…But she was home…There was little reason to hide who she was. What she was.
The energy was unfamiliar to her…It had no flavor. Head tilting, she realized after a moment that it was her new recruit. Should he not be sleeping? She had a long day planned for the Omega’s tomorrow. “Michael…”, she trailed off, watching him fire round after round into the darkness.
He clearly couldn’t hear her. Light footsteps brought her to his side, and she plucked the protective ear covering from his head. She hated to be ignored. If he was half as good as Emma said…She had no worry that he would accidentally shoot her. If he shot her, he would mean to.
And then she would shoot back.
She might survive his attack…He wouldn’t survive hers.
“You’re awake, awfully early—Mr. Brusch...Or is it that you never went to sleep?”
"Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire."
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 2:22 am
╳ Codename: Aegis ╳ Team: Omega ╳ Location: Shooting Range ╳ Thinking: Don't sneak up on me when I'm working.╳ As Cissa pulled out Michael's EarPro, Michael, in one fluent string of motions, ejected the magazine from his rifle, shot the round off that was in the chamber and begun to spin around to face her. He grabbed her wrist and stepped back into her, bent his knees slightly and leaned forward, pulling her up over his shoulder, preparing to drop her into the ground, followed by his knee into her sternum. Only, to realize, half throw that he was about to drop his team leader. Realizing this in time, he continued to drop to his knee to give him more time to act, and caught her, leaving her arm in an awkward position pinned behind her neck as Michael was holding one arm under her neck and one arm under her knees. Hold her similar to a newly wed crossing the threshold.
"Please don't sneak up on me when I'm in my zone," as cheesy as that sounded, it was true. "I don't feel like having to explain to the team why our team leader is out of commission with a dislocated shoulder, broken wrist and fractured sternum. And you are correct, I do not sleep. I only pass out from exhaustion. Usually brought on by the little one." He let out a small chuckle. His daughter was absolutely number one to him.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 2:47 am
Name: Narcissa Grace Lucania-Stone [No relation, to Any Alpha's]
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Outside
Temperament: Calm Narcissa hadn’t truly expected Michael to react so…Violently, to having his EarPro removed. Though at the very least, she hadn’t expected he would be pleased with her proximity. Instead of tensing, or bracing herself, she simply allowed him to pull her by the wrist…In her experience with being man handled…Resisting would only increase the potential of a broken bone. She didn’t weight enough to counteract the strength of a fully grown man.
Definitely not enough for military personnel at that.
Were he anyone else…Not one of her Omega’s—She would have burned him to life in an instant. Singed his flesh off without remorse…But he belonged to her, whether he knew it or not. Just like Daylia, or Felix…She had no want to cause them harm, anymore than she would wish to injure herself. Her arm still bent behind her neck—Body easily held by the newest addition to her team, she simply waited for him to speak.
Certainly, white lace of her formal wear would give her identity away.
Glacier eyes swept over his face in the darkness, the faint glow of her form making it so that she could see his expression better than most. Despite her energy or light related ability…It didn’t allow her any boon like low light vision. He was lucky, in that respect. “Then don’t ignore me when I call for you, love.”
Her response was typical…Cold, as if she didn’t understand that he couldn’t have heard her. She played the dumb blonde well… The sun goddess didn’t like those she didn’t know figuring out her tricks too early. It was always in beneficial to…Leave them guessing. When people got too close…they caused trouble. It was far better to let newcomers underestimate her. “Don’t worry so…”
“You’ll get wrinkles. Small injuries wouldn’t keep me down more than a few hours…Elixir or Angel would have me right as rain. There wouldn’t be any reason to tell the team….Anything.”
She fell silent then, turning glacier eyes towards him—A thread of what it meant to be the Red Queen worming it’s way through her. She didn’t like people touching her like that without permission. She seemed not to notice personal space, unless it came to someone being too near to her. “You can put me down now, Michael.”
The way she said his name--Almost made it sound like she was saying something entirely different. Not at all something clean or pure.
“Unless you intend to marry me.”
Though her tone was clipped, her words betrayed her…She was faintly amused with the whole situation. At the notion that his daughter exhausted him…She had little doubts. Children were…Children. Of course, Little Elizabeth would be a topic of conversation for them very soon.
"Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire."
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 3:01 am
╳ Codename: Aegis ╳ Team: Omega ╳ Location: Shooting Range ╳ Thinking: Well I mean if that's what you want?╳ Michael smirked slightly at Cissa's comment. He slowly knelt down to his knee so it would be easier to put Cissa down more comfortably. "Well, I mean we could probably work something out." Michael joked to her about marrying her. "I've already got the kid out of the way, so that just leaves all the fun without extra hassle." He joked, which, he sorta felt bad. Elizabeth was no hassle for him, if anything, he was a hassle for her, considering she was always minding what new female tried traipsing their way into Michael's life without her permission.
"So, why is it that you glow Miss Cissa? And why is it that you're up so late? Do you suffer from Insomnia too?" Michael asked as he picked up the dropped magazine from when Cissa first startled him. It wasn't that it was simply EarPro being taken out, but the fact that it went from complete silence minus the ticks of the bullet being fired, to a torrent of sound flowing into his ear tag teamed with a tickling sensation of the ear protection being pulled out. "How may I help you this gorgeous evening?" He asked, looking up to a blotchy sky with little stars as the moon sat full in the sky.
Elizabeth:
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 3:22 am
Name: Narcissa Grace Lucania-Stone [No relation, to Any Alpha's]
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Outside
Temperament: Calm She lowered her hackles somewhat when he released her—Her free hand coming to rub her wrist out of habit. It wasn’t that he’d held it terribly tightly, in an awkward position… It was the notion that it could have been broken. Something in her made her want to check. “That’s doubtful, Mr. Brusch.”
“I hear from the masses that I am very…Hard on the senses.”
That was very true. She’d heard many times over the years, that her presence was unsettling…Like having the sun and moon in the same dark sky. The taste of steel and cream. Satan wearing white, as mentioned previously. It had something to do with her ability, and rather innocent appearance…Very few individuals assumed that such an ability could be maintained within such a small woman.
“Considering I can’t conceive—That would certainly save us the headache of adoption.”, she responded in a deadpan tone without missing a beat, slowly rising to stand. She wasn’t that much taller than he was—Even while he was kneeling. Nevermind the fact that Narcissa didn’t want to adopt… She wanted her own children…Or she didn’t. It was very simple to her. Since that wasn’t a possibility…She simply wouldn’t.
She never assumed that he meant Elizabeth was a hassle. For all of his idiocy….He seemed like a father that cared about his child. It was his saving grace. He asked why she glowed as she smoothed her dress down over her hips the way it should have been—A wry smile touching her rose colored lips. “I glow, because of my ability. I don’t always hide it on campus.”
“The moon lends me the light it borrows from the sun…I absorb it, whether I want to or not. I redistribute it as I see fit.”
She turned her gaze towards the sky as well, chuckling at his inquisitiveness…He belonged to her—Black and red, so she would indulge him and answer. He should really take advantage of her generous mood. “I don’t sleep often because the energy that courses through me keeps me alert.”
“So I suppose…You can say, insomnia.”
She paused when he asked how he could help her, and she let her eyes fall to him again…Slowly shifting her meager weight from one foot to the other. There were many things she needed to say to him…None of which he would like. “Michael…There is no need to call me ‘Miss’…”
“But tell me…What are you doing here?”, she questioned, shaking her head immediately afterward. “And I don’t mean here on the shooting range. Here… At this school.”
"Are you fully aware of our...Activities? How many times, the school has required a construction crew to rebuild it?"
"Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire."
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 12:44 pm
╳ Codename: Aegis ╳ Team: Omega ╳ Location: Shooting Range ╳ Thinking: The difference between a life and a building.╳ "You're right Miss Cissa." Michael replied to her doubtful comment, "There's no point to romance in this world anymore. Your species is nothing but lying cheating little hoes. For the most part." Michael finished, correcting himself slightly to implore that he was certain his Team Lead may not fall under the generalized category he had given.
As she explained his power to him, he was slightly intrigued. Another light based mutant. As she explained the moon borrowing light and in turn she borrowing the moon light, Michael had put his hands up, and the glow from Cissa flowed to his hands. Not the energy that radiated off of her, just the light. It formed a pure white ball in his hand. He closed his hand and snapped his finger, the ball of light giving way to the movements of his hands and wrapped and floated like mist, that was until he snapped, where it dispersed into the 7 colors of light and flowed back to take its place glowing on Cissa.
"My power only lets me manipulate light, nothing more." Michael again demonstrated his ability, it seemed to get darker where him and Cissa stood, as if he was blocking out the light around them. However, if someone was several meters back, they'd see that where Cissa and Michael stood, they would see a dark bubble forming around the two, as if someone was tinting the air like a car window. Michael was pushing the light away from the two, however, Cissa would notice that she could feel the energy that flowed from the Moon, letting her know full well that Michael's ability in no way effecting energy, just the biproduct of energy that was known as light. "I can also make things invisible and create illusions." He added in a seemingly hushed voice, the darkness faded as Michael stopped pushing the light away, one of his hands he held up, was invisible, the other hand he held up, trickles of blood fell from a cut that ran between his middle and index finger down to the center of the palm of his hand.
As he finished his display, Cissa informed him that he need not say Miss, however, it was too integrated into Michael's mindset, She wasn't of a specific military rank that he could call her by. She was a civilian, which entailed 'miss' for him. He continued to hear her out in her further questions. which he knew would lead to the inevitable conversation pertaining to his daughter.
"Me? I'm here to save lives. It's something I've always done. I prefer to save them, not take them." He said, keeping the fact that, when time comes to do some hurtin' it would seem that the previous line he stated was a lie. But in truth, his only goal was to save lives and protect those around him who he could call ally. "I'm here because, if people don't take action to prove a point, we won't get anywhere in society except for extinction. Provided that my daughter's mom is also a mutant, it's more than likely that she too will be a mutant, and I don't want her to live oppressed and fearful of who she is because she doesn't want to be taken away to get killed or become a test subject. And yes ma'am, I'm aware of the fact that I could die on my very first mission, or die in four months. Beth is aware of that too, but she asked to come here with me, and by all means, if she understands its dangerous here, and she wants to go, then by all means, she can come. I've left her to the care of my mother for three of the past four years, That accounts for 75% of her life, I'm done being out of it long term." Michael finished. He grabbed his rifle, that was now hanging by the sling and proceeded down range to the target. He maneuvered around the berms and rocks with ease, he wasn't so sure if Cissa was following him or not, but, since she was glowing, it shouldn't have been a problem for her to follow behind him.
He looked at his target. A decent shot group for 300m with iron sights. All within a three centimeter spread.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 7:31 pm
Name: Narcissa Grace Lucania-Stone [No relation, to Any Alpha's]
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Outside
Temperament: Calm “I’m always right.”, she responded without missing a beat—Her tone filled with ice. For one that naturally felt so warm, her internal temperature an easy one hundred and twelve degrees…It was odd that her mannerisms and expressions could be so incredibly cold…Devoid of life. Uncaring eyes shot to Michael’s face at the off handed insult—Peering at him as if he were a lower life form. “If you’re going to insult someone…Do it properly. You would say that my gender, is nothing but a group of lying, cheating, harlots.”
Narcissa knew better than to assume he was talking about her. No one in their right mind would say that to her face—Omega, or not.
The same eyes watched him demonstrate his ability. Light and energy were closely intertwined—Though he seemed simply able to affect what was visible... He didn’t take the heat from her body. As such, she doubted he could steal the concussive force from one of her attacks. Emma had briefed her on what his capabilities were…But it was always an experience to see the skills of her new recruits up close and personal…Especially when it seemed so similar to her own on paper…
She’d come across many photokinetics before. Some held offensive capabilities…Such as focusing enough light in one place to cause flame...But it didn't seem that Michael did. The subtle differences between them were mere hairs to split...But just separated enough that he would make a good support for her team. “That seems like it might be a useful parlor trick.”
And it was…Though more than his mutation—His military skills were invaluable to her…Assuming he was a good soldier that knew how to follow orders. Trained killers, were so hard to find.
It was the illusions that intrigued her the most. Carefully she reached out—Touching her fingers to the blood that ran down his palm… They passed through it. Strange…It looked entirely real. But there was no cut…Just roughened skin. A trick to the eye.
“Interesting...I get a soldier…And a magician to amuse me when I’m bored...”
She well understood his reasoning for calling her Miss….It didn’t bother her exactly—But it wasn’t necessary. He seemed to think somehow that she was a civilian…Outside of the United States Armed Forces for sure…But if he thought the X-Men weren’t fighting a war—He had no idea what war was. “I would return the favor and offer my own abilities for show and tell…But I’m afraid mine are not as gentle as what you possess.”
These were all realizations that would come with time… Her ability was made for destruction—For killing. She was a walking nuclear disaster waiting to happen. Narcissa wasn’t sure that he had the time to spare. Not with a child counting on him.
“We aren’t in the business of simply saving lives, Mr. Brusch.”, she announced plainly, twirling a long strand of white gold hair about her little finger. “We don’t…Can’t…Always do what is right. We do what is necessary.”
She was sure that he already knew that, especially when he gave her the company line. Anyone that she’d ever seen come back from human wars knew the truth. “Your daughter may or may not become a mutant. Of course the likelihood is higher with her parentage…But having an active X-Gene is referred to as the genetic lottery for a reason.”
Tilting her head, she moved slowly—Reaching to adjust his face, so that his gaze was level with her own. Her touch would be far warmer than the night air—Though he would already know that from pulling her over his shoulder like a heathen. “When you spoke before…Finding it fit to box the ears of your future team mates—You requested that they know the whole story, before making a snap decision.”
“You were being unintentionally hypocritical, Michael, because you know nothing about this place. About our lives. Your war, and our war are two different beasts. The 99% isn’t rooting for our side to win. To come out alive. They wish mutant-kind to burn.”, she trailed off quietly, her tone more gentle than anyone would have expected. He was new…So that meant he was still green—Touched with the downs. “You would be correct, that I may not understand your form of war...But I am not the ignorant fool trying to fight -your- war."
"I understand that our little dove knows she could lose her father at any time… But does her father understand, that he could lose her?”
“Does her father understand that no matter what happens at HQ—His new commanding officer demands that he stay on point? No matter if it is razed to the ground--Or occupied by the enemy?”
She sighed then, releasing him…Finding a point in the darkness very interesting. “I know you have every confidence in her… But the child is four. You are her Father for a reason. She shouldn’t be making life altering decisions.”
“You only give her half truths. How can she make an informed decision? You lied to her…Right infront of me. You told her that you would always come back.”
Narcissa’s eyes lightened then as anger started to rise within her…Her temper was reflected by her ability. She was often, always angry. She’d simply learned to control it through grueling years of practice. “You will not. One day, throwing yourself into bloody wars…You won’t come back.”
"And for that...You will find yourself benched until I see fit. I'll not willingly make a child an orphan."
"Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire."
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 10:10 am
╳ Codename: Aegis ╳ Team: Omega ╳ Location: Firing Range ╳ Thinking: I don't throw myself into bloody wars.╳ Michael smirked, as Cissa corrected the words he used. Maybe the words weren't 'proper' enough for her?
"Miss Cissa. My primary line of duty when I wasn't outside the wire, was intel. Collection of it, through means I can't tell you and from other soldiers who had different means of gathering intel to coincide with mine. I know what this place is. If you want to compare it to my 'my war,' this is just like a Forward Operating Base. Better yet, Restrepo? Ever heard of that documentary? That Outpost was attacked every day, and soldiers were put in harms way the entirety of their stay. Now, considering the X-men are the only 'good guy's and you can compare them to America, while the world is Afghanistan, just about every soul that isn't mutant wants this place gone and everyone in it dead. Just like Outpost Restrepo. And yeah, I know full well that I'm going to have to keep my head up and forward if this place is hit while we're out. I live by what I learned in the army, and our first ethos is 'I will always place the mission first.' I stand by that, inside and out of the military." He continued to look down on the pint sized blond after she let go of her. The warm touch he didn't mind, warmth was better to him than the cold in his mindset.
"You stated earlier, that you can't always do what's 'right,' and therefore must do what is necessary. I absolutely agree with you ma'am, but to me, there is no right and wrong. Only actions and decisions that are justified and actions that aren't. And I find it absolutely necessary that if I can make a difference, then it's my responsibility to do so. And I know full well that it's not always about saving lives. But I can tell you that I'm gonna try to save all the lives I can. I can tell you that being in Intel, my goal was to provide the best set of intelligence to bring as many boots back as I could. I may not have been able to bring 'em all back, but I did the best damned job I could. You may think 'our wars' are black and white different. But they're more closely related than you can tell." Michael sat down on a dirt berm and looked up to Narcissa. Maybe she enjoyed being taller sometimes?
"You know.." Michael said in a hushed voice. It wasn't melancholy or downed, but it was hushed, and the words took some time to come out, as if he were thinking of the perfect way to say what he wanted to. I didn't lie to her. It'd be lying if I never truly did come back. But, there may be a mission where, if intel is provided and I know it's gonna be some shot sh*t. I'll sit her down and talk to her, and let her know what's up. But until then, I will be coming back. No matter how bruised up or bloody I may be. No matter what's broken. I'll come back. Even if it's in a box." After those last words, Michael looked to the ground and remained quiet and nature began to take over for the void of sound that fell over the two.
"Benching me will probably be the worst decision of your life. I'll have reinvented the thorn, and it'll be in a place less comfortable than your side." Michael said, reminiscing of the times when he was younger. How he'd always convince his friends to do something with him, and of course, Michael would be the star, not to take the credit and attention, but because he didn't want anyone else risking their lives, he didn't trust them with their lives in their own hands with Michael's own toys. A slight grin continued across his face and then he looked back up, with a straight face, waiting to hear what his Team Lead had to say.
Elizabeth:
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 12:27 am
Name: Narcissa Grace Lucania-Stone [No relation, to Any Alpha's]
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Outside
Temperament: Calm She sighed delicately when he launched into another wordy, exhausting spiel. Were it not the fact that she didn’t know him—And that he didn’t know her, she would have described some of the missions she’d personally gone through over the years. Perhaps, mentioned helping a tin man kill a dragon… A real, live dragon in her teens.
She’d heard many horror stories from the human wars… They compared, easily enough, in their level of gore and loss…But nothing could prepare an inexperienced human for a fight against mutants. They held such faith in their knives and bullets… Most mutants simply laughed in the face of either one of them.
“You don’t.”, the frosty ice princess reiterated in a flat tone. “You don’t know anything about this place—Or this life. Never, ever assume you know what to expect.”
Her eyes remained the same translucent windows…The color of a Texas sky at high noon—Not a cloud in sight. Stars glittered behind the glass panes…Silently threatening. He fed her line, after bull s**t line… He really must have bought the dumb blond act. “Just because something is related…Doesn’t mean it’s the same.”
“We both fight with everything we have to give—In a way that no one has the right to ask of us… But the form of fighting is different…The reasons, are different. The military has some impressive weapons… But we -are- the weapons.”
He sat down, and she felt silent for a moment—Still twirling a long glowing strand of flaxen hair about her little finger. “The average man could hit another man fairly hard…I don’t even need to make physical contact—And were it not for the X-Men policy…. I could put a hole in an enemy large enough to see daylight through with minimal effort.”
His hushed admission caused her sluggish, lava-like blood to move…Flowing as anger burned in her core. She could feel her pulse rushing in her ears and did everything could to quell the notion of biting his head off. He was an Omega…Granted, the learning curve seemed a little steep these days…”You can’t sit a four year old down and tell her that. She can nod her head all she likes…She can tell you she understands—She doesn’t.”
Considering he’d admittedly been gone three quarters of her life…How well did he really know her? How could he possibly think this was a viable option? Allowing a child to choose this life was beyond foolish.
“If you disagree with everything else…Fine. But you –are- lying to her, no matter how you sugar coat it. Your daughter doesn’t know what it means, that you’ll rot in the ground. It's not possible. She thinks you’ll come back. She believes you…She needs you. And you clearly don’t understand the hell you’ll put her through if it comes to that.”
An almost dark laughed pulled from deep inside when he declared that her decision would be the worst she’d ever made. Clearly, he needed a lesson in not assuming things about other people. It would be good of him to practice what he preached. “Michael…I’m not new at this. Believe me…You aren’t anything I haven’t seen before.”
Her gaze flickered back to him again, and she sighed. This was going to be one of…Those, recruits.
“Crossing me won’t get you anywhere, except benched for an extended period of time—Or transferred to a team that never sees the light of day. Mutants have other defenders to their cause…Elizabeth only has one Father. So tuck back your martyr pride, and man up.”
"And for that...You will find yourself benched until I see fit. I'll not willingly make a child an orphan."
"Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 2:37 am
╳ Codename: Aegis ╳ Team: Omega ╳ Location: Shooting Range --- ╳ Thinking: It is what it is. ---╳ Michael sighed, "Look ma'am. I'm not trying to be prideful. Yeah, I value my skill set, but, to be honest. I'm at a loss for words right now. Not sure what I'm supposed to say to you or convince you to let me out on the field. I'm not trying to do this for the razzle dazzle. If I was doing something in that instance, I'd have stayed in the civilian world and exploited my abilities. I mean, I can easily get away with it." He leveled his rifle and took aim. He slipped in the EarPro(Ear Protection) that was hanging out to where he'd be able to speak to Cissa and fired off three rounds, clicked his selector switch from semi back to safe and pulled out the EarPro again.
"you know why the targets are shaped like that? It's because soldiers found it hard to engage a real life human being after only practicing at circular targets. Now, I'm not saying I'm more ******** up than you are, or anyone here. But I am pretty sure the entirety of your team, or even 95% of the mutants here would be able to put down another human being when it came to it. It's only a matter of time before teenagers and civilians get violent towards you guys. It's a shitstorm, dealing with the first teenager, or mother, or wife that you take, knowing that you've just orphaned one, two, or several children. Yeah, I don't want to orphan Elizabeth either, but there will be a time when I'm more valuable there than here." Michael went on. This time, his voice was calmer, quieter. Almost melancholy, as he sat reminiscing his first tour. He wasn't able to focus on his job, providing any decent intel after he volunteered on his first convoy outside the wire. Which lead him to his next topic of choice.
"If you're benching me, at least allow me to do what the second part of my military training taught me, you know, aside from the killing." The photokinetic lifted his hand, and after a few seconds of concentration, a small scale light image of the Academy and the grounds. He moved his fingers and the little hologram zoomed in on the Mansion then followed a path to the range. It was somewhat detailed, but other portions were hazy and disfigured, as he only had a slight visual of his path on the way to the range. On the range two figured could be seen sitting down. It was obvious it was Michael and Cissa, however to a random stranger, they wouldn't be able to tell.
"I used to make something called target packages, also known as strike packages. I could provide those, as a prebrief to missions. Yeah, you guys might do things on whims, but if things get worked out, I can maybe get a quick set up of some sort of brief and visual intelligence to go along with it." The two figures changed to a red Omega symbol, lines moved from them, indicating routes that would be suggested. "And if we can ever get some of the science guys to make their own UAS (unmanned Aerial System), I'd be able to provide constant battle field updates and intel reports. Maybe even be able to provide full battle coverage, give enemy movement reports and tactical suggestions? I'd be able to record and send it to the comms if they have a video function, or straight up talking. Talking would take longer though." He took a deep breath and the palm sized hologram he made dispersed.
Michael dropped and caught the magazine from the rifle and pulled back on the charging handle, the bullet that was in the chamber flew out with a slight chime and the brass shimmered in the moon light. He turned the butt stock towards Cissa, "Care to give it a try? He asked as he picked up the round, cleaned it off then put it back in the magazine.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 11:38 pm
 Name: Narcissa Grace Lucania-Stone [No relation, to Any Alpha's]
Codename: Solaris
Team: Omega
Location: Range
Temperament: Moderate
“I assure you, Mr. Brusch, that I have no trouble engaging my actual enemies… You’re missing my point.”
She felt silent as he offered to show what else he could do. Some kind of strange, holographic map that looked quite like the simulation design in the danger room. It took her a moment to realize what it was…. It was impressive—But her expression remained cool and for the most part—Apathetic.
“That’s all very fascinating…But it seems to me, like these target packages could be made from a distance. I would consider allowing you partial placement…Provided the placement involves you staying out of the line of fire.”, she surmised without pausing.
It would eventually become clear to Michael, that if nothing else—Narcissa was a very strict master. She expected all to do as she commanded…Without thought, or complaint. For the most part, her orders were succinct…Made for the greater good. But someone always had a problem with it.
“It’s not your skill set I find faulty. It’s your frame of mind.”, she spoke clearly, quietly. Of course…A statement like that would definitely require an explanation. “You keep…Going on, and on…About your value…”
“Don’t you realize, you’ll never be more valuable to anyone—More than you are, to that little girl?”
“You have the option, the choice to shelter her from all this madness and heartache… Instead…You want her to grow up not knowing if one day she’ll get you back… Of your empty uniform.”, the blond goddess explained, skin tone ethereal in the light of the moon. She seemed at times…Almost as if she wasn’t there. “She’s too young for such truths.”
“It’s cruel.”
He offered her the gun, and she eyed it critically. She'd never had a good experience shooting someone else’s weapon. Eventually she shook her golden head with a chuckle, and raised her hand—Palm upward. Light percolated in the center, pooled and growing, twisting in on itself in some complicated knot. Without warning it solidified, and suddenly flattened until it resembled a disk.
She didn’t draw her hand back to throw it…It simply left as she willed it, screaming and twisting towards the direction she knew the target to be in. As it moved, lighting the way, she directed it until it sliced vertically through the target. The disk kept going until it dissipated, the halves of the target falling away…Clearly on fire.
“I played copious amounts of Frisbee as a girl.”
"Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire."
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