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Post by Logan: Weapon X: Wolverine on Dec 6, 2005 23:56:19 GMT -5
Smell of new leather was always something that was a familiar smell. At least to him. Out of them all, Wolverine probably went through the most uniforms. But each time he had to adjust to the tightness of the suit. Zipper didn’t pull all the way up. He found it too constricting against his adams apple and throat. Arms stretched forwards then back. Broad shoulders rolling forwards. Digits flexed before closing to fists. The snikt sound of his tri-blade like claws extending echoed in the room. He did this three times to make sure the gloves had the right holes. But he soon after pulled them off. Boots zipped up and then were strapped as he stood.
Jean had changed. Like his, her uniform had alterations. The dark crimson seemed to suit her. Over the many years, they’d both worn different costumes. At least it was no longer ugly spandex. Gray orbs watched her movements. She seemed stronger. Wolverine never doubted her strength it was just different to see. A change had been made in Jean. Hands ran into dark hair as it had started to dry. Hands gripped his hair as he pulled it scalp out. Getting two slight spiked sections. Once again hands ran through to make the style blend more. “Logan…?” “Hm?” “Have you considered why the Professor asked you to return? –Prompted you to call me?” “I’ve had my questions. I figured Chuck had to be behind something…I don’t think willingly Emma would ask me to come back. Let alone try and find me.”
Moving towards her, his suit made the creak of leather sound. Wolverine studied her before opening the door. Why had he really called her? Part of it was because he missed her, wanted to make sure she was alright. Others was Rogue. And the fact going back, without her there didn’t seem right. “I haven’t heard from Rogue in a while…” Wolverine stepped out of the room as they walked together. But another question was raising about Jean. The way she used her powers. With such ease, control. Like she wasn’t even trying. Natural even. He doubted she could have been throwing her powers around. Especially where she’d been. And Bruce. Logan didn’t want to think about it. Question was soon becoming when and where, had she become so proficient? It happened as easy as healing was to him.
Pair stepped into the elevator as she displayed her powers once more. Wolverine was silent. But his eyes were always watching her. Arms folded against his chest as she spoke again. “I’m sure he’s not lost his confidence in Emma or Scott, and despite the incident yesterday, I haven’t seen too much amiss with the students. At least, nothing that isn’t typical for this place.” “Haven’t been here long enough to find out. I’ve been kinda busy.” Jean knew what he meant. He hadn’t even gotten settled when the incident happened. Only moments prior he’d parked the motorcycle and dropped his duffle bag when X came leaping over the banister. At the same time he wasn’t expecting to face so much of his past there. “I do think our good pal, Chuck, is up to something though…that’s for damn sure.” Wolverine drew in a breath as the elevator came to a stop on the main floor. The silver doors opening to the relatively empty hall way. Senses told Weapon X otherwise. The boys and Xavier had passed through here. Their scents trailing off down the hall. Kevin’s leaving. One he was then picking up was defiantly X. Slowly, Wolverine was noticing the similarities between Jamie's and X's scent. The other smelt like…a Guthrie. “Breakfast?”
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Jamie Hudson
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Post by Jamie Hudson on Dec 7, 2005 0:20:03 GMT -5
“You lived here?” Jamie gawked for a moment. He’d never lived anywhere so big. This Charles Xavier was turning into an interesting fellow. They all walked a moment longer. But Kevin declined eating. The way he reacted shocked even Jamie. Movements stopped as he looked after the way his roommate ran. “Kevin…” But Jamie wasn’t able to say anything more. Kevin was out of sight and the Professor continued to move on his way. Though Xavier had seemed to want to help Kevin. Jamie cast his eyes down. Somehow he knew. Knew that Kevin was leaving.
Jamie now stood on his own. As Xavier looked up towards him with a smile. James offered half a weak smile back. If anything he got from Kevin it was, he needed space, time. Needed to work things out. Jamie just hoped he’d return. “I believe I am also going to retire. However, there is someone I’d like to introduce you to before I depart. Noriko? Sofia? It seems that we have a new student here. Would you be so kind as to show him around? I have a few things to look after myself otherwise I would be delighted.” Form remained in the hall just before the kitchen door, as Charles started to wheel away from him. Blue eyes looked up after him. “Wait. Are you still going to be around, Professor?”
James turned to the sound of another male voice in the hallway giving out a greeting to the Professor. And something about hot chocolate. A brow quirked, like he’d seen that red headed winged kid before. Things from the prior morning were a bit fuzzy. Standing still he saw another figure enter the hall just behind Jay. He knew her instantly. X. For a moment he just stared at her. There was a worried look on her face and they didn’t move closer to each other. Muscles flexed in his cheeks with his bad habit. Mouth was closed but he was pressing his teeth together making the muscles twitch. Mind wanted to ask her about Sarah. Or even to tell her he was ok. It was just, weird and he half wished he was like Professor Xavier, than a mutant ghost. But some how he seemed to know.
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Post by Charles Xavier on Dec 7, 2005 0:51:44 GMT -5
“Oh yes… I’ll be in my office, and it is always open to you Mr. Hudson. “ Charles continued to wheel away looking over to the winged Icarus and his counterpart X. “Good morning Mr. Guthrie… Xevannah.” “Professor, I didn’t know you were back yet. I was about to make some hot chocolate…” "Yes I've just arrived. No, I’m quite refreshed, but thank you for thinking of me.” He smiled a clever, knowing smirk at the surface thoughts he picked up from Jay. It was almost infectious when he felt such youthful thoughts. As he smiled, the corners of his eyes winked in fine lines.
“I’ve been escorting Mr. Hudson into the kitchen for morning breakfast. Why don’t you two join him? And I’m sure Doctor Grey would love some hot chocolate or perhaps her old standby of Earl Grey. I’ve put aside a box of it for you in the usual place,” He nodded to the pair as they walked up. “Now if you’ll all excuse me. I have some things to look into.” With that he was off, his mechanical chair echoing it’s all too familiar ‘whurr’ as he navigated the massive hallways, making his way to his office. If he was going to hand the school management over to Logan and Jean he had a lot of loose threads to tie up.
As he looked over paperwork his mind felt distracted. His growing concern for Rogue’s whereabouts bit at him. She was her own woman, but because she was in the past so much a part of their lives he felt an obligation to keep tabs. Thus far all of his attempts to locate her through Cerebro were inconclusive. When he sent his mind out he just couldn’t pinpoint her. There were two truths that he was mulling over. She was either dead, or her mind was too fractured or withdrawn for him to get a fix. Neither sat well.
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Dr. Jean Grey
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Post by Dr. Jean Grey on Dec 7, 2005 1:07:34 GMT -5
It was hard to set aside what had just happened between them, but responsibilities always came first, regardless of the circumstances. She guessed that was why she never had to doubt her loyalty to the team; or the Professor. It wasn’t until the lines between her personal life and her job became so blurred that she couldn’t tell them apart that she’d decided to leave. Her head was spun in so many different directions back then it was a surprise she didn’t run further.
Her stride fell in step with his as they neared the kitchen. It was apparent that they looked the veneer of the X-Men in comparison to the students. Jean’s flaming red hair whipped out in light fanning waves, along with the dark flap of her coat’s edges. Green eyes settled on the Professor as he greeted them. “Thank you Professor, it’s good to be back.” she smiled with genuine joy to see him. Bright green eyes flickered up to Jay and X, and then to the rest of the students in the kitchen.
She couldn’t help but brighten. It had been a long time since she had to cook for more than just two. This was going to be a real joy. “Alright then how does everyone like their eggs?” she walked toward the stove and began a Jean-like cooking experience as pots and pans, dishes and cutlery began to float about in a myriad of chaos and beauty. Before long she was stirring up some fresh orange juice, brewing coffee, and cooking such a variety of foods that the kitchen was flooded with the smells of good food. Her glance caught Wolverine as she floated a mug of coffee to her hand and sipped the liquid. Lips pursed into a secret little smile as a slice of toast floated past. “Alright ya big canuckle head its your turn. What were you in the mood for?”
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Post by Logan: Weapon X: Wolverine on Dec 7, 2005 2:21:03 GMT -5
Their moment lingered in the back of his mind. Logan knew full well, that they had responsibilities. Despite how strong that urge might have been. And it wouldn’t be forgotten about easily. Not when he’d waited for so long for Jean to reciprocate the feelings. And that she had, they didn’t have a moment. Morning was coming to the institute and children would be waking up. Needing supervision. Logan left because he had needed the space. Needed his own time. Canada had seemed the right choice his little cabin tucked away in the woods. A pile of wood he’d chopped with his claws. It was sort of home.
Jean was right besides him as he walked down the hallway. Being back in uniform felt odd, yet like something he missed. He just didn’t plan on wearing it all the time. Especially around the manner. Jeans, boots, belt with big buckle and any number of shirts would have suited him fine. Even his favorite leather jacket which had been worn to perfection. “Chuck.” Came his husky voice as they passed the man in the chair. Logan didn’t need to say anything more and they continued on. But the kitchen was more crowded than he’d anticipated it being. A small hand full of students. Among them were two faces Wolverine didn’t know. Jay he knew when he still called himself Joshua. He went along with Paige, Warren, Kurt and Lorna to Kentucky when Jay’s younger brother had been shot.
Wolverine pulled up a stool sitting at the bar end of the kitchen island. Arms folded against the top of it. His eyes looked over to the younger girls in an almost ‘what’ fashion. What intrigued him more was the interaction or lack there of between Jamie and X. Jean seemed to become brighter still. Head ducked a floating pot. She was getting into that womanly element. “When’d you go all domestic?” His voice jibbed towards her. Jean had always been a fire-tempered spirit. Even before the Phoenix. The aroma of food started to become stronger then the scents of those around him. And better. Eyes lingered over towards X-23, who was in closer proximity to Jay than anyone else. But maybe that was in a way a good thing. If he was like Sam or Paige, he could make anyone feel right at home.
“Alright ya big canuckle head its your turn. What were you in the mood for?” Wolverine smirked up towards Jean for a moment. She opened that door herself. His eyes met hers as she clarified. “I don’t know…you callin’ me canuckle head like that…ok, fine. Bacon, eggs, coffee. Some toast…or maybe a pop-tart.” Form leaned forwards slightly against the island counter as he looked towards Jamie. The boy hadn’t moved much, but his attentions were towards Jean. Maybe in part because along with Kevin, he’d been escorted out. Or he still felt guilty for what Jean went through. Maybe it was the nickname…after all the boy was from Canada.
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Post by Noriko Ashida on Dec 7, 2005 13:08:08 GMT -5
She looked up to Sophia as she started in on the whole, ‘the wind sent me a message thing’ and shot back her own; a mixture of annoyance and boredom that was signature to the blue-haired Asian. “Yeah,” she snapped her fingers and then pointed to Sophia, “I’ll get right on that.” The cynicism was easy to read. She leaned further back in her chair and finished her meal without another comment. She was in no mood for heroics and drama at this early hour of the morning, and was considering a nap before her first class. Her eyes followed the path of the boys as they both exited, leaving her alone with the Wind Dancer. She smiled tightly. It wasn’t that she didn’t get along with the girl, but there were moments of tension when they didn’t see eye to eye; especially on the field.
Nori was washing her empty dish in the sink when the parade of people began to spill into the kitchen. She looked over her shoulder to the Professor, her brown eyes widening in surprise. As far as she knew the old philanthropist wasn’t going to be back until the following week. Something must have changed his mind. She looked past his shoulders half expecting Headmistress Frost or Professor Summers to be right in-step behind him, but she was in for another shock when two people she’d only heard about in passing rumor entered instead. ‘Alright so maybe I’ll stick around a little while longer. From the looks of it, Professor Drake wasn’t the only big change around here…’ she thought. Her eyes caught the tall redhead’s glance, Jean had quirked a brow. ‘Did she just hear that?’ her mind reeled in paranoia.
She tried to look comfortable in this crowded room, but once the dishes began to spin about of their own accord, she ducked out quietly, hoping no one would notice. She cut though the solarium on her way to one of the outer doors; this one leading to the now covered pool area and snow covered gardens. Sneakered feet felt snow fall into the low opening at her ankle. She made a sour face and shook her leg, hugging her bare arms for a second before fishing out a crumpled pack of Nails from her back pocket. Ducking to the side to protect her lighter from the wind, Noriko lit a cigarette and then strolled away from the windows and the prying eyes inside.
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Icarus
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Post by Icarus on Dec 7, 2005 13:15:35 GMT -5
Jay’s hand rubbed at the back of his neck. As he looked away almost a bit sheepishly. “Right.” Green eyes looked up once again as another pair came moving down the hall. It wasn’t students, but Professors. Dr. Grey and Wolverine. Head nodded their direction. The kitchen was becoming full this early in the morning. To Jay it felt more like home. A smiled slightly as Jean started taking orders for breakfast.
The young Guthrie looked back out into the hallway. X had just been standing there, looking at the boy Professor Xavier had been escorting to the kitchen. A brow quirked. “I’ll just uh, get that hot chocolate going. There’s still plenty of room in the kitchen.” Jay wasn’t sure what to say to Jamie, he couldn’t call him ‘hey you kid’ or ‘Mr. Hudson’ as Professor Xavier was prone to doing. Hand took a hold of one of the pots, filling it with water as he stood besides Jean a moment. Offering her a smile before he went in search of the hot chocolate mix, kept in the cupboards.
There it was on the top. Maybe to keep younger kids from getting at it all the time. Wings shifted as feet moved off the ground. Taking hold of the canister he touched back down. Red feathered wings folded once more against his back. A full bag of mini marshmallows were grabbed along with two cans of whip cream. “Dr. Grey, I think the mugs are in the cupboard over by you.” Jay set everything down on the counter top. Eyes searching towards Nori. How would she react with X entering the kitchen. After what happened the other day. Jay was a little worried. Eyes looked back towards the kid standing in the hall. “Hey, Nori…” Looking back Jay found she wasn’t there. In the commotion of things she must have slipped away unnoticed. Inwardly Jay, sighed. He knew that Nori wasn’t exactly the ‘social’ type.
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Jamie Hudson
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Post by Jamie Hudson on Dec 7, 2005 13:32:17 GMT -5
It felt a bit awkward standing there in the hallway. Of course he could hear everything, he just wasn’t saying much. This was a lot more than what breakfast was like at his house. Just him and his mom. Sometimes she’d make pancakes or such. But usually it was just cereal. It was easy. With as busy as his mom had been trying to make the suit run right, keeping tabs on Alpha Flight. And the fact the only people he knew in the room were X, Wolverine and Jean. Sort of. Jamie could feel the winged boys eyes on him and he glanced over. So he just stood there. Much like high school, being the new kid.
Muscles in his cheeks kept twitching before he shifted his weight. A blue haired girl had snuck out of the kitchen. Eyes watched her move along the hallway and through some door. Jamie didn’t know the mansion well enough to know where she was going. The kitchen was busy with the sounds and smells of cooking. Arms crossed over his chest. He’d been somewhat chatty yesterday. Today he was more silent. Maybe he’d changed. More than likely it was because of what happened, and his mind was still trying to sort things out.
Watching Doctor Grey move about, she seemed healthy. Happy. Just that alone was slowly making him feel better. Sure Professor Xavier’s words had calmed his thoughts. But actually seeing. It was like nothing had even happened, when it did. Did she still have that dark shadow man living inside her? Jamie moved a step forwards then stopped. She’d just called Wolverine a “Canuckle Head”. And he responded back. A brow quirked as his eyes looked from Logan up towards the doctor. That was a Canadian term. He’d only heard Canadians being called that. Arms uncrossed and hung down at his sides. When he shifted you could see the claw marks still in his shirt. Finally he spoke up. Eyes Moving from Jean to Logan. “Are you from Canada, too?”
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X
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Post by X on Dec 7, 2005 15:34:16 GMT -5
When they were greeted by Xavier, X just nodded her head. She was a bit surprized that he didn't use Laura, since she knew he could read minds without even the slightest concentration. But she supposed like often he was trying to make her feel comfortable, and Laura was a name she still felt odd with people saying, Xevannah felt more at home in these walls anyways. Less like a special name. She didn't smile to the mind, even with his kind demeanor, but her eyes to become slightly smaller, hinting that she knew he was there.
When she say Jamie she froze, letting Logan and that red haired woman pass through into the Kitchen. She hardly blinked as her eyes just stared at Jamie. The cuts in his shirt signaled to her her mistake. A mistake that should have never happened. A mistake well, she didn't make mistakes so it was so damn weird and not normal. Why didn t she just stay away from this place like she wanted? Her train of thought was cut short at a scent she remembered briefly and her eyes spotted who it was. That blue haired girl who had electricity on her hands moved quickly passed her. Seemingly hardly noticing she was there, that or she knew and didn't want to deal with X. She didn't blame her, she felt bad for attacking her. It was a mistake as well, one she knew wouldn't just go away either. Just the thought of the electricity flowing around her hands still brought up memories she didn't want to face, so she shut them out again.
Suddenly she moved into the Kitchen, it felt so cramped. The red haired woman she heard as being named Jean, was busy using her interesting gift to make things for hungry people. Jay was busy making his hot chocolate. And Jamie and the others were all discussing things. To much noise for her to make out one sentence without concentrating. She didn't want to know what they were talking about though. So she kept to herself. Finding the farthest seat from everyone in which to sit. In the corner thanks to a table and its chairs. She was silent as before. Her eyes not watching anyone anymore, but rather stuck on the table top. Her stoic appearence had returned and she didn't move or utter a word. She became the silent void she had been for so long and probably would still be. Her shoulders a bit slouched and her head held a bit lower. This place was way to crowded for her likes, she wasn't much of a people person.
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Post by Wind Dancer on Dec 8, 2005 1:23:39 GMT -5
Sofia felt stupid now… and Nori’s attitude didn’t help much… apparently what she had heard was nothing, or had been none of her business let alone anyone else’s. She shook her head, sometimes the secretive side of this place bothered her just a little… she really wasn’t one for being out of the loop. Deciding she’d live in the loop or not, the young woman moved towards the cupboard with the cereal and began to browse through the assortment of choices. Finally she decided on Lucky Charms. Feeling a bit lazy, Sofia then brought up a small gust of wind and propelled herself across the kitchen for a bowl and spoon before finally landing in front of the fridge and snagging the soy milk. Once she had her breakfast, the brown haired girl settled at the breakfast counter and dug in.
As the morning grew on, the normality of sounds began to filter about, soon various other teenagers wandered in and out of the kitchen or passed it. Conversation was abundant, and greetings exchanged variously. Slowly all startling events phased from her mind… though part of her wondered why, but she dismissed her troubled mind on the hour she had returned and left it at that. No one would be the wiser.
And then people began to file in and lingered. She had just finished washing her own dish and was drying it… in a rather creative way when the Professor spoke to both her and Nori. She felt privileged… it wasn’t often that Professor Xavier spoke with the younger students that regularly. Smiling, Sofia went to answer… and then found herself alone, Nori having done one of her disappearing acts again. Great, “ Sure thing Professor Xavier.” She gave a quick glance towards the X chic and then gazed back to the kind Professor again, “ Perhaps X would um… like to help me show him around?” Smiling still, Sofia turned and looked at X hopefully, the girl seemed a bit down and Sofia hoped it might… make her feel better to be included.
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Rogue
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Post by Rogue on Dec 8, 2005 1:46:20 GMT -5
Her body rolled forward slightly, a groan left her lips and then she realized she could actually move… but it hurt like hell. Stretching as best she could in the small space, Rogue lifted her arms and rubbed at her tired eyes… they had after all been open all this time. Steeling herself at the sound of movement, instantly her hands rose as the sliver of light flood across her face. Slowly she adjusted to it and then gave a small shiver… involuntary at that at the chill of the air that rushed to greet her as he opened the trunk lid more and reached for her.
Letting him pull her from the trunk, the southern belle stumbled briefly her legs… two masses of jello. The rest of her body not to far off from the substance either, but she didn’t complain. Nope, not a word, she did how give her captor a nice not-so friendly glare as the thousand daggers began to shoot their way throughout her body. She had little desire to scream, the whole damsel in distress act just wasn’t her thing, never had been and never would be. She did however desire to use her mouth for other noises, basically a string of profanity that would even make Logan cringe and want to repent in a church. But she held off, for one thing her head was beginning to pound and thud and secondly she had to be good for her plan to work and telling the bastard what exactly she thought of him well… wouldn’t exactly get her on his good side… if he even has one.
Once inside the room, Rogue stumbled again, but this time form being tossed inside it. Landing in a heap on the carpet, the powerhouse stretched out her body again, cringing during the whole process and slowly sat up, bracing herself against one of the beds and then slowly stood, wobbled a moment and began to crash downwards again, but with a little shift to the right at least this time she avoided more carpet burn by landing on the foot of the bed, “ Yea…” She rasped out, her throat drier than the desert, “Tylenol.” Though dry, her voice was still able to punch out that crisp sarcasm, “ An’ a steak.” Her eyes narrowed slowly, “ Bottle’a Jack D sounds good right ‘bout now too.”
She was cross, sore and bitchy… which resulted in instant sarcastic comments, “ By tha way Sugah, love tha first class accommodations on this here lil road trip.” Giving a grunt of determination, Rogue pulled herself into a sitting position and arched a brow, “ Gee, yer lookin’ a lil worn out there… Say, jus’ where tha hell are we anyhow?” She waited, hoping her ability to speak to him would draw him in so she could throw out her little bit of "helpful" information.
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Dr. Jean Grey
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Post by Dr. Jean Grey on Dec 8, 2005 2:03:47 GMT -5
The smirk did not go unnoticed. She sent him one back before clarifying the question. “…for breakfast.” At the thought of what was lurked in the gutter of his mind, Jean couldn’t help but chuckle. He was such a charmer when he wanted to be. She just hoped that this time she wasn’t putting her heart out there to get stomped on again. Almost with a sense of paranoia, Jean looked toward the doorway, half expecting to see Scott there, but he didn’t appear.
‘Logan, I am not making you a pop tart… You remember the last time.” She shot him a knowing glance, happy that for once the conversation wasn’t about anything heavy. Tossing her long hair over her shoulder, Jean resumed cooking, the dishes of whatever each had specified, floating down before the hungry people. Lastly Jean clanked toward the sink and the used pots and pans stacked themselves up and then began a systematic cleaning process before going back into cupboards and hooks.
She leaned on the countertop watching as everyone dug in, her teeth biting into a raspberry jam-smeared piece of toast. “You know, it’s been a long time since I’ve had to cook for so many I think I kinda missed it.” she chewed thoughtfully and then looked over to the one person who hadn’t asked for anything and spoke. “X? Didn’t you want something to eat?” Immediately Jean felt guilty for not realizing that everyone had not yet received a plate, and was up off the counter and manually reaching overhead for the frying pan.
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