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[The Zytrix]

OOC: I don't think Spartan's men could have been able to dodge a billboard that easily. At the very least, they would've been scattered trying to get out of the way.

IC: Demon

A casino in flames. A beckoning call to the X-Men. A whole SEAL team's worth of trained killers. No, this was not Phillip's night. He brushed some ash and soot off of his red suit. Thanks to his powers, he was relatively unhurt, but it remained to be seen how long he would stay that way...

Edited by The Zytrix, Jan 27 2013 - 03:58 PM.

[Constructman: Black Knight]

IC Knower
"Yes, I did," I said over the walkie talkie. "When I found him, he was somewhere near Noel Rogers's living quarters; he should be coming soon." Walking up to the group, I said aloud "Have we got anything?"

[The Zytrix]

IC: Shaw, Julia

"I suppose that's fine," Shaw said, "as long as Jace is alright with it."

"Well," came a voice from behind Jeremy, "are we gonna do anything about this?"
A few of the students turned to find Julia standing there, hands on her hips.
"We need to find Ashlynn," she said to Darkfang, "and quickly."

[Dallas Winston]

IC:

 

"Always has, always will."

 

IC:

 

"Hey, you know what? I like this shirt: it's soft, it's comfortable, fits well against my muscles...I think I'm gonna keep it."

 

"Cross dressah."

 

"Don't you have a cow to milk or something?" the Russian thief growled at the Southern belle as he took a few bites of food.

 

IC:

 

"It's all good, Sebastian."

 

Those assembled turned to see Jace, now wearing a black tux blazer, skinny jeans and fingerless gloves as opposed to the white jacket and Michael Jackson attire he often wore during public appearances for Hellfire.

 

"Lynae and I already had a...heart to heart."

 

-Tyler

Edited by Marlon Brando, Jan 27 2013 - 04:06 PM.

[Rawrmouse_Bieber]

IC: Lynae

Lynae pursed her lips as Jace appeared. "What he said." She said with a wave of her hand.

"Anyway... Nick, we could always practice, if you'd like to learn that is."

Edited by Rawrmouse_Bieber, Jan 27 2013 - 04:10 PM.

[The Snark Knight]

IC:

For a few long minutes after Krystal left, all was still. Neither Rebekah nor Brooklyn spoke, both almost unmoving in the sudden silence. Abruptly, Rebekah brushed a few strands of hair back over her shoulder, and reached for a slim, black case that rested on a stand near her chair.

 

It had a distinctive shape, and its contents could be recognized even before it was removed from its prisoner. She plugged the guitar into her nearby amplifier with a single deft motion, turning the volume dial down slightly. With a movement that was almost second nature, her left hand slid up the guitar's neck to its starting position, while a pick appeared in her right with a small purple flash. After a moment, she began to play.

 

Her fingers moved from position to position almost effortlessly, even as her right hand moved to a timing only she could perceive. The song was recognizable with the first few chords alone.

 

After a few moments, a second sound joined the instrument, slowly working up to its current volume. "I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind, I left my body lyin' somewhere in the sands of time. But I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon. I feel there's nothing I can do, yeah."

 

One might at first wonder why she could practice as much as she clearly did without being heard. But the answer was the same as the reason she played without hesitation. When the Institute was rebuilt, she had painstakingly sound proofed her room, to such a degree that even Elijah would be hard-pressed to hear her. That was why she was never heard, even though she played daily. It was the one skill she possessed that Weapon X hadn't tainted, hadn't taken. A skill she worked hard to retain.

 

"I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon, after all I knew it had something to do with you. I don't really mind what happens now and then, as long as you'll be my friend at the end."

 

IC: James

 

James was quiet, watching the scene. He decided it was best not to interrupt, no matter how much he wanted to.

[Sir Flex Nardius]

IC: Beast (X-Manor)

 

Hank parked the Jeep in the garage and then walked into the mansion humming to himself, oblivious to the beckoning to the X-Men.

 

IC: Nicole (San Fran Bay)

 

“So Starbucks then, what time?”

 

IC: Mimic (X-Manor)

 

She laughed at Aleks, “Well your ah attractive cross dressah if I ever saw one.” 

 

IC: Darkfang (X-Manor)

 

"I think we should," he said turning to her. "Ashlynn is in the Cerebro room."

[The Phoenix]

IC: Fauna

 

"Well, that escalated quickly." Fauna was back in her room, sitting on her bed. "I went in to get fish and came out with a Bengal kitten." She looked down at the tiny cat, who was now  purring contentedly in her lap. "I think I'll call you Mia." she said, smiling.

 

IC: Winter

 

"We don't have to agree with everything they do, just most of it." Winter said. "And I can't really think of anywhere else to go."

[The Zytrix]

OOC: I must say, Rebekah has excellent musical taste.

IC: Shaw, Julia

"Ah, Jace," Shaw said, "excellent timing. If you are willing, I have a job for you. And Lynae, should she choose to accompany you."

Julia nodded and hurried downstairs, where she found Alaric waiting outside the Danger Room.
"Alaric," she said, "someone's attacking Vegas. Can you get Ashlynn out of Cerebro?"

Edited by The Zytrix, Jan 27 2013 - 04:22 PM.

[Rawrmouse_Bieber]

IC: Lynae

"I believe I will." Lynae said, raising up from the couch. "Jace and I need to get to know each other better anyway."

[Kaitholas Cage]

IC: "Sure," the shifter said quickly. "I'm only able to do aggressive practice on my own."

IC: Jared's fist impacted the wall. "Don't these guys ever take a day off?"

IC: Robin shrugged. "We're pretty rare, luckily for humans in general."

[Constructman: Black Knight]

IC Hei
"Did I miss something?" Kristy asked as she watched Jared punch the wall. "What are you talking about?"

[Sir Flex Nardius]

OOC: Hey Silverstar I have given Liam over to Rawrmouse so I can’t post with him right now, but Feral is in the area he just shouted at Liam.

 

IC: Triblade (San Fran Bay)

 

“I’m sure,” he said. “So are you struggling with your inner self not to drink my blood right now?”

[Dallas Winston]

IC:

 

"Errr...what, it's like morningish now, so...we'll make it a lunch date? Starbucks and Panera Bread?"

 

IC:

 

"I wanna be the very best, that no one ever was!" Aleks crooned as he chomped down on a toaster strudel. "...Oh, my God, what's in this? What's this icing made out of? Is that a combination of flavors? Do you buy these in stores? Are they frozen? Where do you buy them at--?"

 

IC:

 

"Sounds delightful," Jace replied with a smirk, his eyebrows flaring slightly. "Nothing like work to take your mind off a long day."

 

IC:

 

Brooklyn sat silently and watched Rebekah play, her eyes clouding and misting like a growing hurricane with every verse. Emotions, experiences, death...the pure-at-heart actress' child was pounded into oblivion with a barrage of feels that took poor Brooklyn and pulled every molecule of her being apart. Every strum was a bullet to the chest; every melody was a hard right hook to her fragile jaw, tossing bone fragments and blood around her head like a blender does a smoothie. Words no longer came to Brooklyn as her mind and powers tried to make sudden sense of the physical and emotional agony tossing through her soul all at once.

 

"Bekah...stop..."

 

IC:

 

"Nice whip," an amused sounding voice called out to Beast as he parked the Jeep. "What, did Aunt Gertrude make you promise to return her car by dark so she had a ride to the Bingo meet?"

 

Warren Worthington was polishing his new car jovially, and as Hank turned to meet his gaze, Angel pulled a towel out of a soaking bucket of water and whipped it out at Beast with a mischievous snicker as though they were football players in a locker room.

 

-Tyler

Edited by Marlon Brando, Jan 27 2013 - 04:33 PM.

[The Zytrix]

IC: Shaw

"Excellent," Shaw said, "I simply need you to supervise Novocain. Error's gone and vanished, so I need someone to watch his progress. Just make sure he's working on the virus, and only that."

[The Snark Knight]

IC: Rebekah

 

"And if I go crazy, will you st-"

 

No sooner did the words leave Brooklyn's mouth, the music stopped. Rebekah's eyes, previously unfocused, lost in another place and time, snapped back to the present. An instant later, Brooklyn felt a hand on her shoulder. The former Weapon had crossed the room in a mere fraction of a second, her face filled with concern.

 

"Brooklyn, are you okay?"

 

IC: 

A short distance behind Jared, a voice rang out, surprising quiet. "Evil doesn't take breaks. So neither do we."

Edited by Krayzikk Bieber, Jan 27 2013 - 04:38 PM.

[Dallas Winston]

IC:

 

"Yeahhhhhh, I'm good, it's just, uh..." Brooklyn rasped through tears and a rapidly-closing windpipe, giving the ex-Weapon a watery smile. "Well, sweetie...your life kinda sucks."

 

-Tyler

[Rawrmouse_Bieber]

IC: Lynae

"Hmm alright." Lynae said, a tone of disappointment in her voice. "At least I don't have to change." She smiled at her outfit, the short black cocktail dressed hugged her curves nicely and her black heels made her legs look miles long. "We will talk later Nick." She said to the shifter.

[The Snark Knight]

IC: Rebekah

 

Brooklyn was gently pulled into a hug that was both comforting, and protective. Rebekah blinked in confusion at the response, unable to understand how her friend's comment was relevant.

 

"I have no idea how that's relevant to if you are okay, but... I guess."

[thelonewander]

IC: 

 

(Scott)

 

"Ain't no rest for the wicked, is there." Scott said to no one in particular. He had put his helmet back on, and saw the news cast. Scott walked up to his room. He needed to arm himself for the coming mission. No way was this going to unanswered for.

 

(Blake)

 

Blake had seen the crowd gather round the tv, and saw the news cast. "Well, looks like we got some work to do." Blake mumbled to himself

[Dallas Winston]

IC:

 

"Well, uh...Bekah...you know I'm a mutant, right?"

 

Rebekah looked at Brooklyn curiously, and the fragile youngest Carlisle shook with laughter at the supposed vagueness of the question and hugged back, her whole body quivering as she regained focus on where she was.

 

"Well, errr...when people, like, sing in front of me, I can, uh...feel what they're feeling, know what they know, and I can read the stuff that's gonna go down with them for about a day or so."

 

-Tyler

[The Snark Knight]

IC:

 

For a moment, Rebekah's mouth started to open, about to ask how that had anything to do with Brooklyn's safety. Then it closed again, understanding filling her violet eyes.

 

She hugged Brooklyn tighter, suddenly understanding exactly why she was in such a state. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize. I would have made sure I didn't sing while you were still here..."

[Sir Flex Nardius]

IC: Nicole (San Fran Bay)

 

“A date?!”

 

IC: Mimic (X-Manor)

 

Christine arched a dark brow, “Don’t tell me you’ve never had ah toaster strudel.”

 

IC: Beast (X-Manor)

 

“Not all of us have the want for needlessly flashy automobiles Warren,” Hank smiled as he watched Warren polish his car. “Something it seems Alaric inherited from you.” Beast yelped as the water splashed him.

 

“Are you crazy? Have you ever smelt my fur when it’s wet?” Beast laughed. He then sprung into the air with a grin as he attempted to tackle Warren to the ground and knock the bucket over so it would spill all over him. Just like when they were teenagers.

[Dallas Winston]

IC:

 

Oh, no. No, no, no, no nonoooooo.

 

"Not a date. Just, like, a friendly get together. You, me, Matt, and Ashley."

 

IC:

 

"I came from Russia. We don't have cool stuff like icing and fruit filling."

 

IC:

 

Let's pause for a bit of exposition.

 

At his best, Warren Worthington was 6'1, 144 pounds. Hank was about, what, 6'5? 6'6? 280 pounds at his lightest? 

 

Nooooo way.

 

Warren's wings unfurled, and the blonde haired billionaire took off and flew out into the field, Beast at his heels, and attempted to jump onto the dugout.

 

-Tyler

Edited by Marlon Brando, Jan 27 2013 - 05:12 PM.

[Varren Rehn]

IC:

 

Warren had noticed the events on the television, no longer interested in the Tesla Gun. He couldn't touch it anyway, it'd probably explode. Like his cell phone.

 

"Cerebro? Can I see it?" he asked, immediately interested, "I promise not to short-circuit it by touching it or anything!"

 

"And can someone tell me where some batteries are? I'm hungry."

[Sir Flex Nardius]

IC: Nicole (San Fran Bay)

 

“Oh okay, that sounds good.” She said.

 

IC: Mimic (X-Manor)

 

“You poor soul,” she said as she patted Aleks on his shoulder. “Well you’re in America now you can eat all the icing you want.”

 

IC: Beast (Outside X-Manor)

 

“Come back here angel-boy!” Hank said as he chased Warren on all fours before he jumped up and tried to grab Warren’s heels.

 

IC: Darkfang (X-Manor)

 

"Um I think your a bit too new to see Cerebro." Darkfang said. "Usually most students are restricted from that room."

[Varren Rehn]

IC:

 

"Darn... Still, do you know where you keep the batteries?"

[Legolover-361]

Name: Corinthia Violet Lancaster
Codename: N/A
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Faction: Neutral
Power(s): Increased hearing sensitivity to the point where she can accurately pinpoint the location and pitch of any sound (this makes choosing proper headphones a pain and transcribing a breeze) and notice even minute differences between sounds. She can also, with her near-perfect audio memory and flexible vocal chords, very accurately replicate any sound she hears.
Appearance: Round face. Doesn't wear makeup except on special occasions. Straight dark brown hair, shoulder length; short bangs, parted on her left. Light but not pale skin. Stands about 5'5" and weights about one hundred eighteen pounds. Turquoise eyes. Wide smile. Generally dressed in jeans, a shirt, a black jacket, and sneakers; wears a scarf in low temperatures; garb (apart from denim-blue jeans) is generally in blacks and whites.
Weapons: N/A
Skills: Stays athletic by running track. Plays soccer on a casual basis. Decent chef.
Personality: Withdrawn around strangers but talkative with friends. Honest, polite, all in all a very nice girl to know. Subdued sense of humor. Very into music, mainly indie, acoustic, and classical genres (think artists like Death Cab for Cutie, Silversun Pickups, Radiohead, The Postal Service, and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart). Likes Starbucks. A bit of a bookworm. Likes the arts in general, though she's only a decent pencil artist and has only written several simple songs and fewer short stories. Big fan of Joss Whedon's TV show Firefly.
Weakness: Loud noises affect Corinthia more than other humans due to her sensitive eardrums (partially why she prefers laid-back music). While athletic, she has little to no fighting experience.
Bio: Corinthia (sometimes called "Corin" for short) was born and still lives in Alameda, California. As a child, she was raised Catholic, went to a Catholic private school, and learned how to play piano and viola. When she became a teenager, she switched to public high school and became more agnostic, though she remains on very good terms with her parents. She took up acoustic guitar and became more interested in music. She's studious, and that, coupled with her apparent introversion, leave her generally unnoticed in school. Corin has little idea that her hearing and vocal abilities are beyond any normal human's.

[The Snark Knight]

OOC: Approved, LL. Welcome to the game. 

 

Since you're new, I'll also inform you that you'll need one more approval before you can play.

[Dallas Winston]

OOC: Corinthia's approved.

 

IC:

 

"Alright, err...see you guys there," I said, hanging up and tossing the cereal away. I stood up, letting Ashley breath again, and whipped a comb out, brushing my hair and letting out a low, deep sigh. "Well, uh...we might as well go and get this over with, Ashley."

 

IC:

 

"That means a lot to me, really. Thanks, Christine."

 

IC:

 

Novocain. Great: Jace and Lynae, both vampires who had the sheer wit and power necessary to dismantle every other human being in this room were now stuck babysitting Young Frankenstein himself. There was absolutely nothing positive in the Civil War vet's heart for the mad scientist, but after killing Katherine and watching his condo burn, he was in no mood to pick a fight with Sebastian about it, so Jace turned on his heel with a simple two finger salute, a wink, and moved down the hallway, walking side by side with Lynae.

 

IC: 

 

"It's okay, sweetie," Brooklyn said, patting Rebekah on the shoulder. "You couldn't have none...and you have a cute voice. Really bluesy."

 

IC:

 

Warren yelped as Beast grabbed him by the foot and slung him at the ground; Angel bounced up and down like an exercise ball down the football field and brought himself to his feet, groaning.

 

"Man, all I need is a football and a clone of Scott and I would tear you, right now, on this very field."

 

-Tyler

[Rawrmouse_Bieber]

IC: Lynae

Lynae walked next to Jace, the silence uncomfortable. "So.." She said, trying to ease the obvious tension in the air. "The mad doctor...I've heard of him." She said, trying to make small talk.

[The Snark Knight]

IC:

"I should have known. I should have asked you. My failure to do so directly resulted in this. You didn't deserve to... See that. Any of it." She smiled slightly at the compliment, though it was slightly forced. "Thank you."

[Ilyusha Blokfase]

IC-Morrison:

 

Tap, tap. Hi Dallas.
I can get rid of Nicole.

Just give me a sword.

 

If Dallas looked over to see the fox tapping on the back of his head, he would see Morrison with a distinctly...bloodthirsty look in his eyes. It seemed that being left in a car destined for a head-on collision with a tree made this fox rather wanting of revenge.
 

[Legolover-361]

IC: Corinthia
Midday
Starbucks; Alameda, CA

At least once every week, a certain girl would slip into Starbucks seeking refuge from winter's nip and a place to study. She would lug her backpack to the front counter, order a mocha with whipped cream, and, once in a blue moon, one of those chocolate chip cookies half the size of her head, and retreat to a corner where she would lay out her orders and homework on the table and sit, one leg curled against her side while the other dangled off the chair. Sometimes, when she didn't have a lot of homework, she would brush her hair from her ears and insert her iPod's earbuds; the next thirty minutes would be spent nibbling and sipping while her head nodded a rhythm to her actions, eyes half-closed as if she were dozing. Such were her actions this day of latter January.

She was always alone and looked it but seemed either not to notice or to prefer solitude. She almost never spoke except in a quiet voice to the cashier on duty when she ordered her coffee. Perhaps she was shy, for she avoided eye contact whenever possible and strove to look absorbed in whatever she was doing at the time; perhaps not, for her vocal inflections and body language never hinted at a desire to get away from other people, only at a preoccupied mind and a lack of anything meaningful to say.

Every time the door opened, she would glance to it and the entrant who had passed through it before continuing her homework. She wrote with a light hand, never stressing her pencil's point -- she understood both the need to erase mistakes (especially in math) and the acute discomfort of standing during a test to sharpen a dull pencil. She would stick out the tip of her tongue half the time she was in deep thought; her foot would tap; her pencil would twirl between her fingers.

Whatever bubble Corinthia Lancaster imagined herself to occupy -- psychological or physical -- it offered no time for mirth: The rare upward twitch of one corner of her lips was the only hint of happiness she displayed during her studies.

[Half a Cup of EW]

"I suppose, but I've spent the last six years or so around people who wanna kill me. That, I can deal with. We're, uh...Angela, we're in Kansas."

 

IC

 

The precognitive teen sighed. "I guess you're right. I'm just kinda happy to be back in my own reality. Kansas or not, your dimension wasn't exactly a picnic."

 

She picked up a churro. "It's kinda nice to look into the future and see me eating this churro instead of fighting off something that wants to kill me, you know?"

[Lord of Adders Black]

IC: "Well okay then," Just so long as Chris wasn't expecting anything more after giving her the ring, Francesca was happy

 

 

IC: "Same way your arm works, Newbie," Alec said, but the kid was already paying attention to the TV. As was Alec, now. "Why is it always us?" he moaned, "We have Avengers out there now, why can't someone ask for a piece of them?"

 

 

OOC: Since my last Song post got missed...

 

IC: "Are you sure that is the best idea?" Song appeared from some hidden passageway, looking pointedly at Shaw, "Another vampire as the White Queen? Someone who was tutored by the last psychopath no less. It looks like nepotism on their part, which only reflects badly on you."

[Dallas Winston]

IC:

 

"Morrison, I know you don't like her. Believe me, bud, I know."

 

I threw on a black peacoat and straightened up my v-neck before taking Morrison in my arms and grooming the kitsune's fur. Ashley stood up and cocked her head, wondering why exactly I was talking to him like he was going to reply at any second, but I merely shrugged and moved out the door, towards the Starbucks down the street while Ashley got ready and I waited for Matt and Nicole to show.

 

There were people there, but it wasn't overly crowded; I set Morrison down in the seat opposite me in a booth and popped open my laptop, opening up GarageBand and screwing around with an old Kanye West beat, pausing my work and playing every now and then to either listen to my progress through my always reliable Beats Studios or look up at a patron. Time to chill and wait for the others.

 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a cute hipster looking girl - you get a ton of those at the East Bay - studying away, and our eyes met for a second: I smiled at her before looking down and playing with a drum sample.

 

-Tyler

Edited by Marlon Brando, Jan 27 2013 - 06:22 PM.

[Takanuvainika]

OOC: Adders I think you missed my last Silver Serpent post.

 

IC: Silver Serpent

 

Susan watched Beast drove into the garage and then left chasing after Warren, then she turned back to Tyrone. "Who was that?" She asked him.

 

IC: Spirit

 

Will saw the massage to the X-Men and turned to the others gathered there. "So is it a taunt, trap, or distraction?" He asked.

[Judge Alex Humva]

IC [Lucas/Las Vegas]

 

Lucas promptly came up to the table, handing Jeff/Jess a tall glass of lemonade. He himself carried what appeared to be two one pounder hamburgers, and he wasted no time in munching down on them. When looked at with an odd expression, he shrugged. "I'm hungry. I'm sure I can still eat this all, shrunk as I am."

[ZHX]

Name: Mikhail Irena
Codename: Thunderbolt
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Faction: S.H.I.E.L.D.
Power(s): Electricity manipulation, increased reflexes and physical capabilities, but not to a ridiculous extent.
Appearance: A young and fit man in the prime of his life, the tanned Mikhail stands at a height of around a metre eighty, with a a sleek and somewhat muscular build. His orange hair is wild and untamed, having never really seen a comb in its entire lifetime, and is usually covered by his navy blue bucket hat. Mikhail's usual clothing consists of a long-sleeved black shirt and dark brown trousers, along with grey gloves and boots, before topping it off with a blue and gold cloak that he discards from time to time. In this outfit, he also wears a belt across his shirt for some reason. Of course, he does not wear the outfit every single day, and regularly changes into more casual clothing at times.
Weapons: Semi-automatic pistol
Skills: Mikhail is rather skilled at hand-to-hand combat, as well as the use of a gun, and possesses high endurance.
Personality: Compared to most people with supernatural powers, Mikhail is a rather composed and reserved person ... although that only applies outside of battle, where he can be rather exuberant. Despite his aloofness, he's actually a very kind person, and enjoys helping out others. He also has an annoying tendency to state the obvious.
Weakness: Despite his increased physical abilities, Mikhail can be just as fragile as a normal human.
Bio: Most of Mikhail's past is classified, and can only be found in his S.H.I.E.L.D files if one has enough permissions. However, what can be deduced is that the tan young man is rather uncomfortable with what he was before he became an agent, and usually clams up and hides away from mentions of his younger days. However, what only matters is that S.H.I.E.L.D. trusts him, and therefore he will do whatever it takes to serve them.