Marvel, Rebirth:

[Flex Lord Splash]

IC:

 

John blinked a few times. He looked back at Matt's body and finally it hit him like a ton of bricks. Matt was dead. Aleks was right. He had died saving John. John's shoulder's sagged slightly as Aleks walked away a tear rolling down his cheek as he walked towards the car. John pulled open the door before hauling Matt's body into his arms.

 

"I'm sorry Matt," John said as he cradled his friend's body as he walked to the front steps of the institute and fell onto one of the steps. He then sat there holding Matt as the tears began to roll down his face. All the pain he'd endured, all of the emotional and physical torture John had been through bubbled to the surface all at once. It was the first time he'd cried since any of it had happened to him.

 

Christine stood in the rain watching John and watching the door that Aleks had walked into and vanished.

 

John finally got to his feet; Matt still in his arms. He walked up the steps before stepping through the door of the school. Rain dripped down his body and off Matt's still one as John stood in the doorway of the school.

 

"Matt Summers is dead! I'm going to bury him now, so if anyone cares or actually gave a **** about him you can join me and Christine in the graveyard!"

[Advent Child]

IC: Nero wheeled into the Blackbird, just as intent on following along as ever. "It is distressing how easily you got us onto this bird, yeah? I'm kinda mindblown."

 

---

 

The thrum of life that pulsed from the long inactive card received at what Siegfried had perceived to be the twilight of the new era of the Avengers startled him. It's simple touch technology played the message he had assumed he would not hear ever again. The grin that spread across the Asgardian's face was one part relieved, two parts bloodthirsty, a look not commonplace on his face.

 

It seemed justice wasn't dead after all.

 

"Erin, it would appear that we have a meeting to attend."

[otter]

IC:

 

"Do you seriously mean to tell me that, after standing here for an hour trying to get SHIELD leadership to help us out, the Avengers are being called in?" Erin asked, sarcasm obviously colouring his voice." Wow. I ain't even mad, bro."

[Advent Child]

IC: Siegfried chuckled understandingly. "At this point, I'm of a mind to take what I can get. Directly from SHIELD or otherwise."

[shadow pridak money gang]

IC:

"Avengers; assemble."

Brando Barton opened his eyes, only halfway because Natalie nudged him out of bed. Clint was crying in the other room; he squalled almost as badly as Brando did, the night the Kansas City Chiefs were eviscerated in the AFC Wild Card game. It had taken eight bottles of milk between them to calm down.

"What's happening?"

The world's greatest marksman groaned irritably. "The sun's shining, the baby's singing, and Lady Liberty just summoned me to do my duty with a swift kick to the 'nads." Just another day. "Sorry, Nat. Gotta fly. Later, Clint! Don't plunder any cities while I'm gone!"

"Blagh gleebabablah!" Clint Eastwood Barton said happily. [Years later, Papa Brando would learn, much to his chagrin, that this meant "No promises!" in the tongue of the infants.]

"I'll try and catch up later!" Natalie called after him. "Don't do anything stupid!"

"Blagh gleebabablah!" repeated the man who, for the record, had an undefendable amount of clearance in a United Nations sanctioned police organization and had frightenings amount of skill with most firearms known to the militaries of the world. And then he was out the door.

-Tyler

Edited February 3, 2014 by Aegon Targaryen

[Snelly]

IC: Aella

 

"Well, I need something to match my hair...besides I can't have everything be green can I?"

Edited February 6, 2014 by Yoko Littner

[AuRon the champion]

Ic

 

Trinity frowned, for the first time Mikhail had seen.

 

"So... That's hydra's symbol," trinity said, "why is it there..?"

 

-

 

Kristen heard the door close behind her, as well the sound of another featureless guard joining the one who was nice enough to escort her back. How nice, they shouldn't have. Kristen eventually laid down on the bed, sighing at the lack of things to do...

 

... Which was the moment when song decided to pop in her mind for a visit. Now, while Kristen had no telepathic powers of her own, she knew how to defend herself. It was practically subconscious to her, considering the mental assault she was constantly being subjected to.

 

Kristen was prepared to defend herself, but songs entry didn't go unnoticed by the voices, whom Kristen was starting to refer to as 'the collective'. Or something like that. Their attention immediately went to song, and began to try to assault her mid as well. Kristen could see that some wanted out, wanted the intruder to remove them, wanted her gone, or even wanted her to get rid of Kristen. Nonetheless, their method of asking was nothing short of a full-blown change of victims, as for the first time in forever, Kristen was left alone. Tuning out the others, Kristen sighed and started to relax, hoping she might be able to take a nap without being assaulted by collective-given nightmares...

Edited February 3, 2014 by Durandal Years

[EmperorWhenua]

Ic:

Now, for the first time, Mady watched Annie's face.

Annie noticed Mady finally looking her way and she glared back with curiosity. Mady's interruptions were grating enough as it was, but she had completely stolen the show and ruined any chance at reverting the meeting with Nicole to how it was supposed to be. Anberlyn was used to power plays and cockfights but with her status in the club her old methods of dealing had to be set aside. Politics there were thicker than icing and she couldn't use her favourite knife to slice through it all.

 

She got up and stepped up to Mady, keeping locked eyes as she coolly and swiftly closed the space gap between them. "I don't know what your problem with me is, but you clearly do. So what if I've killed before -- lots of people do, and those were awful years even by my standards. They were survivalist instincts but I'm doing much better than just surviving right now, miss, and if you even think for oneeeee second that you have any right to judge someone based on their actions in another life then you have no use to this club because it proves your utter incapability to think outside of your own box of self-righteous logic.

 

"I'm out of here," she said, spinning around and exiting back into the hall she and Nicole stepped out of. "I have no reason to dignify your blundering with anything further. Binder," she said, suddenly softening her tone as she addressed Nicole, "I'll still help you if you want it. I'll be in the gym."

 

She slipped out of sight around the corner, but not before leaving Madysyn -- and the apparently mute, but equally frustrating, legionnaires -- with a flip-off. you.

 

 

"I think Wiglaf is my favorite character." She said softly, not paying much heed to Quinn's obvious disdain for the story. "Truly an epic of the painful truth that humans shall never achieve perfection."

She smiled a bit as she looked at Quinn. "Actually I haven't... I haven't even picked my classroom. I'd love it if you showed me." Lilliana said happily, her briefcase still held tightly against her pencil skirt. "Thank you."

Quinn ignored the further references to Beowulf and smiled and nodded to move things along. Beowulf was to him what That Scottish Play was to superstitious thespians, minus the whole ridiculous dance and nose-tweaking .

 

"Really? Kitty, you must have been shirking," he chided playfully. Pryde was one of his favourite teachers, courtesy of one really cool CS class, though he wasn't sure she really knew him as well as he knew her. She was a teacher and he was a student, anyway; she was probably distracted with her job while he had a lot of time on his hands. Either way, he had been Kitty's pet in the class and left an effective impression on her, giving him just enough of a window to squeeze a stab here and there.

 

His tone went back to his polite, respectful pace as he submitted his request, though. "With your consent, Mrs. Pryde, I'd like it very much if I could continue the tour for Ms. Scheinder."

[Snelly]

IC: Katherine "Kitty" Pryde

"Haha yes...that seems to be the trend with us teachers around here..." She may have muttered something about Warren under her breath.

"By all means though, lead on." If Quinn wished to give the new teacher the tour Kitty was more than fine with it.

IC: Ashley

 

"Oh, you think that was easy?" Ashley asked, sounding surprised. "It took me four guesses to unlock that door! Four! I had my brain working overtime."

[Light]

IC: Mady merely tilted her head slightly, containing any expression. The game had started.

 

The only thing that escaped was a slight smile when Annie flipped her off.

 

Meanwhile, Robin responded. "I-I'm sorry I didn't come back sooner. I got lost. That-that's actually why I'm hurt, sometimes demons just won't quit. I-I'll be fine though. Are you okay? I haven't... How long has it been?"

 

IC: Natalie smiled and moved to her baby's crib, picking him up gently and holding him close, stroking his cheek with her thumb. "I've gotta go with your dad. Don't- I promise I'll be back. Don't hurt anybody, okay?"

 

Clint repeated the same thing he and Brando had said earlier.

 

Typical.

 

OOC: Betsy and Tali tomorrow.

[Eevee]

IC Lilliana

 

The young new English teacher watched in interest as teacher and student interacted. Is this what she should expect from her new students? Not that it was bad, just a bit more relaxed than what she was used to. Then again, mutant children would probably be a lot different in demeanor, she certainly had been.

 

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Pryde. I'm over joyed that you and I will become coworkers." She gave Kitty a timid smile as she spoke, a slight blush on her cheeks.

[Relapse]

IC: (Leah)

 

"You've got to be kidding me."

 

Another wannabe hero had shown up specifically to rain on her parade. She held the weapon straight, still focused on the first vigilante. In her other hand, she was prepared to throw a flame when needed.

 

"I'm guessing we can't just call it quits and go home as unlikely friends?"

[Krayzikk]

IC:

 

All things considered, what Mycroft did next was unexpected. His hands came out of his pockets slowly, causing Leah to almost reflexively turn her attention towards him. But when he raised them, they were completely empty. Cautiously, he began talking slow steps towards the would-be thief.

 

"Well, the way I see it," He said, eyeing the gun carefully. It was still aimed at Nizhoni, but that could change any minute. He carefully watched the rate of her breathing and the state of her muscles; if she became more agitated, and thus more likely to change targets, he'd know. Not that Leah knew any of this; to her, he seemed very much like an average, albeit apparently very undaunted, man.

 

"You're currently only guilty of breaking and entering. Nothing too bad. If you pull that trigger, all of that changes." A pause. "So how about you set it on the ground, and slide it away. You look hungry; I'll even pick up the tab for a burger."

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IC: (Leah)

 

"That would be great! And then we can talk about my problems and get me to turn myself in and/or become a good person, right?" She narrowed her eyes; letting her sarcasm be known. As he took steps towards her, she did the same towards Nizhoni. "Truth is, I don't really want to shoot Yoga Pants. But I really, really need this jewelry. More than some rich man needs it to impress his wife."

[Krayzikk]

IC:

 

"Truth is, I don't want you to shoot Yoga Pants."

 

He shot back, stepping towards the side, slowly beginning to interpose himself between Nizhoni and Leah. Wind Walker would have a hard time dealing with a gunshot, but he might have an easier one. Assuming, of course, he didn't succeed in talking her down.

 

"And why, exactly, do you need it? To pay off some debts? Live more comfortably?" A pause, his eyes taking in her appearance and spitting out possibilities. "Pay for a few more weeks on the run? Because if you shoot, things get much worse. You go from being a criminal nuisance to a threat."

 

"And truth be told, I'd rather not have to stop you. So how about we calm down, and neither of us has to do something we don't want."

[Alex Humva]

IC [Nizhoni/Wichita]

 

Nizhoni was content to back up further, and then something rather terrible happened; she heard sirens. Due to the way the WPD operated that meant they were less than a minute out. Could complicate things. "Hey, uh, coat guy, might what to hurry up with the psychology stuff."

[Flex Lord Splash]

IC: Mady merely tilted her head slightly, containing any expression. The game had started.

 

The only thing that escaped was a slight smile when Annie flipped her off.

 

Meanwhile, Robin responded. "I-I'm sorry I didn't come back sooner. I got lost. That-that's actually why I'm hurt, sometimes demons just won't quit. I-I'll be fine though. Are you okay? I haven't... How long has it been?"

 

IC:

 

Nicole turned and watched as Annie strode off. She made a mental note to track her down in the gym in a little bit. She then turned back to Robin. "They kept attacking you? Those things? I'm sorry."

 

She paused and then thought for a moment. "Its been over a year since you were gone Robin. About three months passed before that when we were both in that deminsion, I think time flows differently there, but yeah its been a long time..."

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IC(Leah)

 

"ADHD pills." She said through clenched teeth. She spun her revolver on her fingers, slinging it back into the abysses of her trench coat. She heard the sirens as well as they did, and quickly took action. She began putting her hands up, as if in surrender. She didn't expect this to fool them, of course, but it got her arms in position. From each of her extended palms came a blast of fire, small and of low intensity. If it did hit, it wluldn't likely do more than scorch their clothing a bit. The prime motive behind this was distraction. As they dealt with the flame, she darted forward, her enhanced speed carrying her past them and out the door.

Edited February 4, 2014 by Douglas

[Alex Humva]

IC [Nizhoni/Wichita]

 

A blast of fire was something unexpected, though not entirely something Nizhoni hadn't dealt with before. Her outfit itself was fire retardant, something rather handy for not getting set alight by one of the many pyros that seemed to pop up. Taking a second to make sure nothing had actually caught fire, Nizhoni immediately darted after the mutant; she'd be of no match against someone as quick as the thief in the long term, but in the short... she was called Wind Walker for a reason. Even as she did, Nizhoni readied her small crossbow; shouldn't be too difficult a shot...

[Flex Lord Splash]

IC:

 

"Exactly what I thought, **** everyone." John said as he turned to go backoutside with Matt.

 

"What happened to him?" a young student said as he approached. John turned towards him. The student looked to be about fourteen and had curly red hair and bright green eyes.

 

"He died trying to save me."

 

"Oh... he was one of the X-Men?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"You need any help?"

 

"That depends, what's your power kid?"

 

"I can turn sand into glass and shape it into different things."

 

"Actually yeah, follow me outside. Think you can make Matt here a glass coffin?"

 

"I can try." the boy said as he followed John outside into the torrent of rain. John noticed Christine still standing outside soaking wet.

 

"He's going to help us make a coffin for Matt."

[Eevee]

IC: Lynae

 

It was cold out, something the vampire enjoyed greatly. She had always preferred winter, even growing up in northern England in that cold and drafty castle.

 

That castle is nothing but ruins now... Only a few rooms are vaguely recognizable anyway. She smiled sadly, thinking about her childhood home, now nothing but some cheap tourist attraction. Maybe when I'm done here, I'll go back. I can fix it up, make it livable again and just get away for a bit. Get away from the insanity of this city.

[Let's Henshin!]

IC: Dustin (Wichita, Getting involved)

 

Dustin wasn't exactly happy with himself, he was running late and he didn't exactly enjoy running late. After all, running late implied that one was slow, and being slow was the last thing Dustin wanted associated with him. According to his watch, Dustin was two minutes out from when the train was going to leave, and the mutant had planned on making it to New York two days ago, but certain delays had continued to crop up.

 

Speaking of which, another one seemed to be cropping up once again, as Dustin noticed the smell of smoke drifting his way. The sound of police sirens accompanying the smell, served to only further peak Dustin's interest. A large grin spreading across his face, Dustin started teleporting, Well, looks like I'm going to be a little late once more, should be fun.

 

Allowing the conversion on his costume to run out, by the time Dustin showed up at the scene, Dustin was all suited up. Teleporting down, Dustin found himself right in front in front of a fleeing woman. She was garbed in black and being chased by some another lady in yoga pants, regardless the scene was rather odd.

 

"So um... which one is the criminal?"

 

IC: Dante (X-Institute, In pain)

 

When Alistair glanced back at Dante a rather unnerving sight awaited him. The young Italian was writhing in pain, his body curled up on the floor, his head buried in his hands. Around the same thing Excalibur reacted to the corruption now spreading around the world, the Zodiacs also began reacting. After all, the Zodiac Spirits embodied the natural world, so while they may not have cared for good or evil, anything grossly unnatural was horrendous to them.

 

There was nothing natural about what was going on.

 

Hence, the spirits were in a frenzy, and to Dante it seemed as if something was rattling around in his head, wailing and screaming about something. Rotten luck, to get stuck with... Dante's thoughts remained incomplete, as even the act of thinking over the riot was painful. Eventually though the screaming began to die down, and the color began returning to Dante's face.

 

A nap would be really nice right now.

[Alex Humva]

IC [Nizhoni/Wichita]

 

The newcomer teleporting down was exactly what Nizhoni needed; the thief paused for a millisecond, just a blink of an eye to make sure she didn't run into him. That slowdown allowed Nizhoni to raise her crossbow and fire mid-stride, the tiny projectile flying out at a few hundred miles an hour. Behind it carried paracord, strapped to Nizhoni's belt, and the bolt, small and made for penetrating into brick walls, would have little trouble penetrating skin and maybe even lodging into the bone. Now to see if it hit.

[Hanako Herupa]

IC:

 

(About an hour later)

 

"These moments are far too few," Asa smirked, sitting on Daken's lap as him and her sat up in the bed, she leaned against him, her hand rubbing his neck, her soft and delicate fingers that were surprising capable of wrapping around a powerful gun. Daken had seen this firsthand, and now her and Daken were enjoying a break. Asa wouldn't lie, she felt comfortable here, this was the kind of place most gals wanted to be at some point in their lives. Asa in some ways wanted that too, but she knew Daken could be holding her up one minute and dropping her the next. That's the kind of guy he was, these kind of moments were fun, and also relaxing, but they felt far too sparse in her life. She couldn't expect to lean on people as her crutch, intimacy though was never a thing to be turned down.

[Relapse]

IC (Leah)

 

The thief was somewhat shaken up by the arrival of a third vigilante...the heroes in Wichita were obviously very thirsty for criminal activity. The sudden shock of the newcomer caused her to trip over herself, falling and skidding across the concrete, hard, face down. Jewelry slid out of her pockets left and right, creating shiny patches all over the otherwise dark sidewalk. Something in her leg felt twisted and she bled from her forehead, but the bolt had flown over her, so she had that going for her, which was nice.

[Alex Humva]

IC [Nizhoni/Wichita]

 

What was not as nice was that Nizhoni hadn't stopped running after she shot the bolt, and having kept pace relatively well with the mutant, was now upon her, performing less of a tackle and more just falling down on the thief, forcing the woman to stay down, and the cold steel of the knife blade in Nizhoni's arms could be felt on the thief's neck. Much to Nizhoni's gratitude and bane, it was now the WPD decided to show up, three squad cars pulling up as men with pistols and shotguns stepped out.

 

"WPD! No sudden movements!"

[shadow pridak money gang]

IC:

 

(About an hour later)

 

"These moments are far too few," Asa smirked, sitting on Daken's lap as him and her sat up in the bed, she leaned against him, her hand rubbing his neck, her soft and delicate fingers that were surprising capable of wrapping around a powerful gun. Daken had seen this firsthand, and now her and Daken were enjoying a break. Asa wouldn't lie, she felt comfortable here, this was the kind of place most gals wanted to be at some point in their lives. Asa in some ways wanted that too, but she knew Daken could be holding her up one minute and dropping her the next. That's the kind of guy he was, these kind of moments were fun, and also relaxing, but they felt far too sparse in her life. She couldn't expect to lean on people as her crutch, intimacy though was never a thing to be turned down.

 

IC:

 

Daken's eyes were closed as Ripple worked a kink out of his neck with her fingers. Nate was asleep and he hadn't seen Angela leave the pinball machine once in her time as an Avenger, so he assumed she was still out in the playroom, fighting the good fight. That left Akihiro and Asa to their play for the good portion of the night. His thoughts had been on John for most of the night, though, and not the mercenary in his arms; no matter how good he was at hiding it or pretending otherwise he was preoccupied with determining the routes his little brothers could have taken away from New York City. He's not stupid enough to go to Westchester, is he? Not after last time...

 

"These moments are far too few." Too few? Jesus, we've had half a dozen of them tonight, how many moments do you need? He suppressed an eye roll and gently eased her hand away from his neck with the side of his neck.

 

"Well, while I've got you here..." His own hand crept down into the tangle of blankets that covered them. Asa's smirk grew sharper and more pronounced as he reached down by her leg...and withdrew the remote from her other hand. "...let's see what's on."

 

They both laughed and she leaned her head back into his neck, the hair cushioning the space where her fingers had worked at his nerves previously. Her smirk took two whole minutes to finally fade. Check, he thought, when she finally settled into his embrace without a fuss, and he smirked in her stead.

 

He had her.

 

-Tyler

Edited February 3, 2014 by Aegon Targaryen

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IC (Leah)

 

Leah remained completely still, face against the concrete. "Congrats...I didn't realize you had so many friends."

Edited February 3, 2014 by Douglas

[Wyrd Bid Ful Araed]

IC: You did not get to be one of the most skilled telepaths on the planet by being put off by a few voices. Kristen may have considered her schizophrenia to be a gruelling burden but to Song it was merely white noise. Fascinating white noise. Song moved amongst them like a snake handler amongst her pets, giving each serpentine train of thought a little time to hear it and understand it. For while the voices were dissociative and scrambled, they were not some foreign entity as Song herself was. They were still the thoughts of this Kristen. And my how angry they were. Schizophrenia wasn't some inherently evil thing that turned whoever was inflicted with it into a gibbering lunatic, to have this host gnashing its teeth like this you had to have some serious pent up aggression of your own. The issues over identity were the most probably cause; some form of gender dysphoria? A male mind in a female body...Then there was the general questioning over who they were and what their place was in the world, represented by the multitude of voices that wanted escape or freedom.

If Song had to guess, and there was no reason not to, then this was probably how the Black Queen had lured her in. Some promise of showing her how she fit into the universe. The vampire lacked telepathy but had enough hunting instinct, honed over centuries, to spot a weakness like that a mile off. So time to see what someone who did have telepathy could sieve out...

[otter]

IC: Siegfried chuckled understandingly. "At this point, I'm of a mind to take what I can get. Directly from SHIELD or otherwise."

 

IC:

 

"Yeah, well, they'd better be coming to us."

[Blair the Cat]

IC:

 

"Yes Ashley, I'm sure your brain was working overtime." Song thought sarcastically. "If you actually had one."

 

She smiled benevolently.

[shadow pridak money gang]

IC:

 

"Helloooo."

After dinner, Lynae had sidled away in a cab, intent on outrunning the demons she'd cornered in the little girl's room. Alaric did not have the subtleties of seven centuries to help him with his own exit; he'd paid for dinner, he and Romulus had said their goodbyes, he'd given his jacket to the driver and taken off flying. He was going off for a drink. The real kind. Drinking and thinking, that was what he did best. Lately not so much with the thinking, otherwise he would have realized things were coming to a head quite a while ago, but what did he know. I'm just a history teacher, he thought, and his wings twitched to fly southwest out of impulse, back to Westchester, back to the Institute. I hated it, let my kids slack off, slacked off myself, and cursed every second I had to work, but I'm still a history teacher. Was someone new sleeping in his bed? Teaching his classes? Making friends with his old friends?

 

Had everyone else really moved on?

 

You have, too, Annie's voice reminded him, but where once he would have accepted it as fact now it shifted through his head like a buoy on the waves, tossing and frantic and barely afloat. He'd see how the gala went. Talk to Annie. Talk to Nicole. Maybe it wasn't too late. Yes, it is.

 

Or maybe he just needed to do more drinking and less thinking. Finally, he touched down again and withdrew his wings, walking into a bar and looking for all the world like a normal man. Like a history teacher, he thought then, and something buried and broken in him laughed and laughed. Tonight, I'll drink like I'm a history teacher.

 

With that thought in his head, he sat at the bar and motioned for a drink. The first Old Fashioned was the best he'd ever tasted, until he drank his way through the second.

 

-Tyler

Edited February 3, 2014 by Aegon Targaryen

[Eevee]

IC: Lynae

 

"Look.. I really don't want a drink." A familiar voice could be heard in the bar Alaric was sitting in. Sure enough on the other side of the bar was Lynae, a more than slightly intoxicated man pushing some pink drink containing one of those frilly paper umbrellas toward her.

 

"For the last time, go away." She shoved the man away gently, still causing him to stagger onto another patron and sighed.

 

"Another Merlot, please."

[AuRon the champion]

IC:

 

Song's movement was noticed. Anyone who could dispel the collective voices couldn't go unnoticed by Kristen.

 

Who are you, and what do you want? The teenage girl thought, making sure her 'self-made' defenses were in shape before trying to engage with the new being.

[Snelly]

IC: Ashley

 

Ashley somehow managed to engage the autopilot, She wasn't really sure how to turn off the autopilot but she decided not to mention it.

 

Even as the ramp closed and Blackbird began to ascend upwards, Ashley turned her head to look at Sierra, a look of shock on her face.

 

"Did you just call me a simpleton?"

[Blair the Cat]

IC:

 

"Oops." Song said. "Did I speak out loud? It's hard to keep such a thought to one's self." She snorted. "I can't imagine why Sierra likes you." Song smirked, but something in her eyes seemed to plead.

[Constructelf]

IC Peter

"... Wait, what is that noise..." It sounded as if a plane had took off...

 

Peter took a look out the window just in time to see a plane take off from the Institute grounds.

 

"WHAT THE ???!!!!"

 

"MR. WORTHINGTON!!!" Peter yelled, not noticing that he was nowhere near the Headmaster. "WHY DO WE HAVE A PLANE ON CAMPUS, AND WHY IS IT TAKING OFF?!" Jumping through the window, he ran after the Blackbird, but he couldn't hope to catch up a plane. Unless... No, that would be too dangerous. It was simply to alter the graviton spin around small objects, but a whole plan?

 

This was such a horrible day...

Edited February 4, 2014 by Man of Miracles

[Snelly]

IC: Ashley

 

"Ohhhhhh I see...you're that other personality Sierra mentioned." Ashley reasoned. "She probably likes me because ummm...I like cats."

Edited February 4, 2014 by Yoko Littner

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IC: (Black Knight)

 

The Hellfire Club's silent soldier stalked the halls, irked by the relative inactivity he'd experienced over the past week or so. He had never personally run into an intruder, but he never ruled out the possibility of a spy hoping to find and use sensitive information. That was something that could not be allowed. He turned a corner, just as a decidedly irritated Anberlyn did the same. Backing up, he said nothing, but saluted and awaited orders. The Knight held respect for her second to only a few. She wasn't Romulus or Alaric, but she was an important Hellfire figure and indeed worthy of her position. Though he said nothing, the other members of the Club had come to recognize his salute as a silent 'what can I do for you?'

[Blair the Cat]

IC:

 

"Or maybe it's because you're equally annoying."