Dr. Jean Grey
Menace
"I am fire-made flesh, power incarnate!"
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Post by Dr. Jean Grey on May 29, 2006 21:26:46 GMT -5
In truthfulness, Dr. Grey was restless. Ever since their mission to a few months ago in Montana, the telepath found herself with less time to herself and more time to double-guess her role as Headmaster. This sleepless evening she sought solace in a half-drunk bottle of red wine, and a new summer night by the pool. Nimble fingertips trailed over the rim of the glass as she looked out over the lit water, her feet swaying back and forth in the cool moisture. The redhead was wearing a pair of blue jeans rolled up to the knee, and a light blue t-shirt. Her long locks were pinned back with a clip, and tt seemed she was lost in thought. Pouring another glass, the telepath looked toward the kitchen realizing she was almost out and might have to steal back in for another bottle.
Jean lifted the glass to her lips and took in the aroma and taste of the Merlot. “Trying to sneak up on a telepath is like trying to sneak up on you. Something I can help you with Logan?” She placed the glass down on the concrete with a ‘tink’, and turned her torso about so she could face him. “Or did I inadvertently steal your wine.. I was kinda wondering whose this was.” She smiled and licked the stain from her lips, trying to hide her inner turmoil. She dipped her hand in the water and ran it across her face and into her hair. After a big sigh and another grin, she confessed. "You know I hate to admit it but you’ve caught meint one of those… "walking against the wind" self doubting moments and I’d hate to drag you into that brand of of melodrama without some forewarning.” She laughed listening to herself. “You sure you wanna stay and psycho-analyze the psychiatrist?” The reflecting ripples of light and dark played over Jean’s face, intermittently flashing her incandesce eyes of jade and sapphire.
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Scott Summers
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"Oh and Logan, stay away from my girl."
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Post by Scott Summers on May 30, 2006 2:52:09 GMT -5
At first glance, he was just Scott Summers, not Cyclops to the X-men or headmaster of Charles Xavier's Salem Center. But upon further inspection it was clear that time had changed him. His hair was longer, more apt to poke him in the eye if not for his protective lenses. His cheeks were in need of a shave, and his clothes were far different then the button down blue oxfords he used to favor. Tonight he was wearing a plain black pocket-less t-shirt that hugged his bulkier physique, jeans, not slacks, and instead of hush puppies, he donned Doc Martians.
The evening found him in Westchester, New York, where the faces might change but the town remained the same. Scott was trying in desperation to close the gap between his old life in the Westchester facility and the new one in the Salem Center. Ever since his parting with the telekinetic Jean Grey, Scott knew that something was missing… He’d recently tried to fill that emptiness with the attentions of Emma Frost, but really it wasn’t the same. Unfortunatly, now that he had arrived in New York he wasn’t sure if he was quiet ready for the hoopla his reappearance at the mansion might bring, so rather then barging in on them he decided to secure a hotel room in the city and spend the night re-acquainting himself with the Big Apple.
Thirty minutes later, he was riding in the back of a taxi en-route to a new club the driver had recommended. Scott didn’t care where his drinks came from, so long as he could just sit down and re-assess if going back to the mansion even for a little visit was a good idea. He stood patiently in line like a ‘good boy scout’ and after a bit of a wait, granted access inside. It wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind, but if it had a bar… and he noted that it did… it would do. He took an open position by the counter and ordered a beer and a shot. His glance turned toward the bartender’s path he sullenly watched him making drinks, as his eyes scanned the patrons along the counter. Scott thanked the tender taking his shot immediately, pounding the empty glass on the high-gloss surface. "Again please, and make it a double.” Gritting his teeth, he turned his back to the counter and drank a long hard slug of beer.
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Colossus
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I am mighty, I am Colossus!
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Post by Colossus on May 30, 2006 11:24:38 GMT -5
Poitr stood in silence as he looked over the lake near the mansion, it had been an interesting several months, having his sister return to him and all. Unfournantly she had gone back to the farm where they had grown up in Russia, she had said that she needed to sort some things out for herself, and didn't think that anyone at the institute could help her.
Slowly he brought the brush to the canvas, the moon was casting a reflection off of the lake which he had to capture. As he slowly painted the image he began to get lost in thought about everything he had seen since becomming an X-Man and even moreso recently in Russia. He knew that the Sentinels would be fully activated soon, and he wasn't exactly sure what to do about it. He would bring it to everyone's attention again, and hopefully something could be done. Then there was the fact that Omega Red was still around somewhere. Lowering the brush he sighed slightly. He couldn't continue painting anymore, he picked up the paingint cautiously and brought it to the boathouse. he had kept paintings there before, and they had always been safe.
Once the boathouse had been locked again he began the walk towards the mansion, trying to avoid thinking of everything he began to think of his next painting and his classes he taught in the spring. Many of the sutends have progressed nicely in his art class, he couldn't wait to see some of the work he would be getting in the future. then there were the Danger Room sessions he had been teaching. Although many of the students had shown promise in the beginning, Piotr determined that with the advancement a few of them made he would mention to Jean that there were one or two of the students which he think would make excellent X-Men after more training.As he came to the crest of the hill he saw Jeand and Logan talking by the pool.. He took the long way around to the front of the mansion and went into his room......
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Rogue
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Wolverine: Any comments? Rogue: Nothin' printable
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Post by Rogue on May 30, 2006 23:03:30 GMT -5
Months had passed and still she was having problems, but she was keeping them to herself. Clad in her green and yellow uniform, the southerner belle soared through the danger room on this perfect evening.
Gritting her teeth, Rogue launched herself forward, a battle cry leaving her lips as she ploughed straight through a sentinel. It whizzed, sparked, gave a few shudders and was gone. A smile crossed her determined face, her green eyes narrowing as she moved through the simulated war zone, her slender frame weaving in and out of obstacles and dodging rapid fire. Her long locks of auburn and white streamed back from her face, and for now she was glad she hadn’t pulled it back into a ponytail… after all there is something freeing about feeling the wind rush through your hair.
Feeling that strange sensation, Rogue shifted quickly to the right an averted a direct attack, but the simulation which was programmed specifically to her abilities sensed her outsmarting it, the computer uped the ante. A long tentacle made of titanium snaked out and snatched her by an ankle, and Rogue instantly poured on the speed and began a tug of war with the computer, “ Come on!” She exclaimed through gritted teeth, her body being forced to it’s limits, sweat now beading along her forehead when suddenly the world swam, “ No… not ag---” She crashed against the metallic floor of the danger room with an almost sickening thud.
“ Computer… end simulation.” She called out, her tone defeated. As the room shifted into a round metallic room from being a war zone, Rogue curled up in the middle of it and waited for the hurting to stop, for her powers to kick back in again as she fought tears of frustration. At least the blackout periods were becoming less lengthy, but sadly more frequent. Slowly she rose from the cold metal floor, the dizzy sensation having passed and narrowed her eyes, “ Computer, begin simulation.” She had to continue to get her barrings back, even if it took her a month of Sundays, because no way in hell was she going to admit to something like this and deal with the fact she had been lying to everyone.
This time around, the tentacle never had a chance, she ripped it clean out of the wall, along with the blaster cannons and anything else that wasn’t a hologram. Maybe this wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but she could vent frustration by helping put the place back together just as much as she could when tearing it apart.
“ Simulation 510, top score has been updated. Ending Simulation.”
Rogue grinned and wiped the sweat from her bow as the metallic room focused forward and the holographic displays faded out. Landing on the floor with a soft click of her heels, the southerner looked at the disarray of broke cannon blasters and the like on the floor around her, “ Well… ah feel better now.” Tossing her hair back, the belle began to pick up the broken pieces before she got out the replacements. One thing she had always been good about, was picking up her toys when she was done playing with them. Pity the same thing couldn’t be said about her messes.
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Double Down
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Life don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing.
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Post by Double Down on May 31, 2006 13:49:39 GMT -5
His band had just finished their set when MArcus walked off stage with a smile on his face. The show had gone very well, the dance floor had been packed. Walking across the club he paused at the bar and ordered a Rum and Coke. Taking a long sip he sighed in relief.
"Another good day." he said as he looked up from his drink and saw a man wearing a visor across the bar. The man had obviously had a bad day, at least it looked like it.
Turning his back to the bar he looked over the room. He could see that several of the peopl ewho had seen the show wanted to talk to him, so he casually made his way over to them.
"Hey guys, hows it goin?" he asked.
"Um....great show man. um......yeah it was really cool and stuff." one of the girls nervously said. The more MArcus looked at the group the more nervous he realized they all looked.
"Is everythign ok?" he cautiously asked.
"YEah its just that...um.....well........I'm sorry, they asked us to keep you here as long as we could." the group quickly dispersed and left the clum, leaving Marcus standing in the middle of the dancefloor all alone. He looked at the main entrance and saw six rather big men enter, looking directly at him. They had found him again.
Looking around as quickly as he could he tried to find an exit, but there wasnt one he coudl get to without going through the group of men.
"crap."
MArcus swiftly walked as far from the men as he could, and wound up next to the man in the Visor, "Um, Hi how you doin?" he said as he looked at the man, "Names Marcus.."
Maybe he could use this guy to help him escape.
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Scott Summers
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"Oh and Logan, stay away from my girl."
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Post by Scott Summers on May 31, 2006 14:08:20 GMT -5
Scott sat at the bar drinking, muck like how he has spend so much time recently. His life had been twisted and warped into something it never was. All because of Emma. She had been using him, playing games with his head, just so she could get further with her own plans. Never again. After taking yet another shot he looked around the bar. The singer who was in the band that had performed was looking at him. Like someone wearing a damn zoot suit has any right to pass judgement on him.
In his mind he began to go through what he had to do. He had already decided that tommrow he would go to the school, for better or worse he didn't know yet. Finishing off his beer he ordered another.
Of course there would be Logan to deal with, he wondered how that would play out. Logan and him had never really been on the best of terms, but they worked together well. He looked foward to seeing everyone again, it would be the light he needed in this dank dark part of his life....with the exception of Jean. He had heard she had gotten her powers back, but what did that mean? Would she even want to look at him?
The guy in the suit walked to the dance floor to talk to some fans apperantly.
"Yeah, bigshot. Go talk to all of your damned adoring fans." he mumbled under his breath.
Something suddenly caught his attention. Six big men entered the room, usually that wouldn't bother him however they were looking directly at the lead singer, who seemingly rushed to Scott introducing himself.
"Names Marcus." the singer said.
"Scott...." he coldly responded. "Friends of yours?" he motioned to the men approaching them.
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Shalamar
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You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.
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Post by Shalamar on Jun 1, 2006 16:54:22 GMT -5
Eyes watched the concert, she had been in New York now for a while with Marcus. There was some doubt still in her eyes, but the woman known as Shalamar by few and Eve by others. Eyes looked around, since entering New York, Eve had died and Shalamar was all she was known as now… she was in a weird state since beginning again in New York.
She couldn’t believe she and Marcus had been here this long…. And she couldn’t believe they hadn’t found him yet. In a way she was relieved… but in another way… she knew it was a matter of time. Blue orbs suddenly changed in color as she felt the room change in moods. Hackles stood on end, and her hands balled into fists.
Suddenly her body turned slightly, catching Marcus out of the corner of her eye, he was by the bar-people were talking to him about the show. Something wasn’t right though… the stress and nerves in this room rose to an amazing high. Her steps slowly moved to the door, head lowered blonde locks covering her face. Before she knew what was going on, however, all those people who were surrounding Marcus fled past her while a few walked back into the bar.
Looking up she turned to glance back slowly, it was them. They found him again. Growling under her breath she quieted as the music cut and her body hid in the shadows for now-if there was going to be a rumble… she wouldn’t leave Marcus.
There was one person left on the floor-Marcus moved and introduced himself to him as he eyed the six big men by her. She knew what that plan was… and for some reason she knew it wouldn’t work… just feelings. Eyes shot up, glowing green in the darkness of the shadows… and one of the men glanced over towards her then away…. However his gaze turned back to her before a sudden gasp escaped his mouth. “There’s another one here… the feral... I thought she was dead?” He grumbled to the group quietly-but she could hear him, she could hear them all. “Call for backup.” Within a moment the walkie was on and one of them was calling for more.
Great they had spotted her…. better just go towards Marcus, make it known they were together, or maybe just stay away. Her mind was so conflicted, but she did not like having this much room between her and Marcus when something like this was happening. And backup, could they handle backup? The low growl she emitted unknowingly as she stood, caused the tension to grow as she began to walk away from the exit… if there were going to be more, she didn’t want to be the only one over there.
“Marcus…” came from her lips in a low whisper as she began to move towards him, but eyes still facing the group. She never turned her back on them.
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Double Down
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Life don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing.
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Post by Double Down on Jun 2, 2006 11:57:15 GMT -5
Marcus looked up at Shal, then at the men, who were using their radios for something. This was going to get messy. "Actually....no they're not." he said to scott.
he noticed Eve comming towards them while facing the men. "I know Shal.......This isn't good..." He watched as the men began to slowly approach them, taking their time, knowing that they had Marcus cornered.
Their backup would be here soon, and MArcus didn't want to be here for that. Reaching into his pocket he placed his hand on his switchblad and got ready for them. He just wanted these guys to leave him alone.
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Scott Summers
Threat
"Oh and Logan, stay away from my girl."
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Post by Scott Summers on Jun 10, 2006 22:00:49 GMT -5
Scott listened closely to what Marcus was saying. Although he did not know who these people were, he could easily tell that something was wrong. Slowly standing up he looked at Marcus, then the girl. Even after everything that had happened, why did he want to help?
"anything i can do?" he said to Marcus.
He looked at the men approaching, ready to release a seering optic blast in a moment if he needed to.
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Marvel Girl
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I know the truth now. I know who you are and I dont love you anymore.
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Post by Marvel Girl on Jun 14, 2006 0:19:31 GMT -5
They were looking for her… not her as in Rachel, but her as in her Mother, Jean Grey. Problem was, Rachel Grey-Summers looked a bit too much like her mother, with her red hair and green eyes and thanks to those features she was rather pretty girl, but now those features had her in trouble.
She hated to run, but when someone was after you that could see through your tricks then you had little choice in the matter. Keeping herself from tripping and falling flat on her face, Rachel scanned the terrain ahead with her mind as she weaved in and out of trees. Pausing a moment to catch her breath, the red head tossed her recently grown out locks back in frustration, “These people seem familiar… like I’ve seen them before, or heard about them at least.” She spoke quietly to herself, jade orbs taking in the tattered state of her clothing when suddenly the scenery around her shook and threw her off balance, “ Damnit!”
She never should have stopped, because now they had caught up to her ~ What do you want?~ She screamed into their minds… the reply she got was ominous, “ Your death Phoenix.” Rachel frowned, “I’m. Not. Phoenix.” Well, that wasn’t a hundred percent true, she had some abilities of the Entity which was housed within her mother, but not to the same over powering extent. The ground shook, obviously they hadn’t liked her answer. Time to run some more.
Hitting a meadow at the center of the forest she was being pursued through, Rachel pushed her legs to go faster as the sounds of her pursuers grew closer, “ In the name of the Imperial Shi’Ar I command you to halt!” She knew they looked familiar, turning with a frown taking in her entire face, Marvel Girl let the power she did possess course through her body, “ Halt this.” She fired at the aliens, then turned and began to run again… instead she ran smack into a being known as Gateway, “ What…” He said nothing as he pushed her through a slit in time and space.
Her pursuers never saw her leave the time frame as they continued on through the forest after their target. But they would find out later, and Rachel knew they weren’t about to give up.
She had done this before, several times… and yet it still made her want to puke. Finally she stopped rushing through a kaleidoscope of colors and scenes of the past, present and future as a chasm opened below her, “Great.” Rolling her eyes, Rachel waited to fall and as she did no scream of surprise left her lips, that was until she hit the cool water of what seemed to be one of those swimming pools. The moment her lips parted to let out a shriek of surprise, the young woman’s lungs began to fill with water as she fought to find the surface and air.
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Post by Logan: Weapon X: Wolverine on Jun 17, 2006 4:57:15 GMT -5
In his opinion the Christmas holiday had been far to long, but it was well over now by a few months at least. Students seemed to be adjusting to their lifestyle once more at the Institute, while half of the population transferred to the newly reopened center Scott Summer and Emma Frost ran. Heather Hudson around had put a strain on Logan, Jean leaving him during that time didn't help. He knew she was just doing what she needed to but it didn't change matters. X-23 seemed to be adjusting better, still learning anything he was willing to teach and help her on, and on more than one occasion he'd found her following him about the mansion. Relationship with Jamie was still rocky and different. There was spite in the boy who was coming to terms with his biological father being the mutant who passed on some of his genes, but also the Co-Headmaster and Professor.
Logan was in his usual style, a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. Man liked things comfortable. Glancing outside he saw Jean and exited the large mansion to head her location. Pausing for a moment he removed the boots and sock so he could tread quietly over bare feet. Large hands were shoved into his pockets as he neared, already his hightened sense could pick up the touch of rosewood oil she wore. "Guess ya caught me." Getting closer to the red haired woman he lowered to the concrete ground, hand pressing against the firm foundation, while his own feet splashed softly into the water. "An you know beers more my drink, but since the bottles open." Picking up her glass he took a sip of the wine she'd been drinking, looking towards her as he lowered it. Stubble covered jaw line was more relaxed than most people saw him. While dark hair was slicked back in the normal semi-spiked style.
Glass was reset against the concrete as he shifted slightly glancing away from the telepath. She wasn't the only one to have self doubting moments. Now more than ever Logan felt them in his own life. Trying to keep the kindling between him and Jean, something he'd fought so hard and waited so long for. Being Headmaster. A father. Someone the students should be looking up to for guidance. When he himself was still a rather wild card. Perhaps an underlying point was they never got to discuss Heather. "Jeanie ya don't gotta apologize to me." Torso turned towards her as his hand raised. Knuckles faintly brushing against the soft of her cheek. Every day Wolverine still felt as if he needed to prove something to her. Prove he loved her, that he'd be there for her. Cupped hand opened softly as the pad of his thumb grazed her ear and hand rested against the curve of her neck and shoulder. A smirk playing slightly on his lips. "'Sides you're a hell of a better Headmaster than I am. I don't even follow all the rules."
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Dr. Jean Grey
Menace
"I am fire-made flesh, power incarnate!"
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Post by Dr. Jean Grey on Jun 17, 2006 5:31:35 GMT -5
Jade and sapphire orbs followed Wolverine's movements to the poolside. A brow quirking as he actually accepted a glass of wine. "You never cease to amaze me Logan. Here I thought the only phrase you knew was "its Miller time" and you're actually suffering through a glass of wine on my behalf." She relaxed against his touch, smiling a little at the tickle of his thumb against her earlobe. There were times like this that Jean got to see the side of Logan that few knew. The side of him that wasn't all gruff and anger-ball; when he showed her that he wasn't the guy she'd initially thought him to be. Looking back at the speech she'd given him all those months ago, about how girls like her didn't settle down with the bad-boys, she found herself happily in the wrong.
For the longest time the 'prom king and queen' of the mansion had been her and Scott Summers, but time was a funny thing. Now the buzz around campus was regarding the new headmasters. Although Jean and Logan were usually pretty good about keeping the public displays of affection apart from the public eye, there wasn't anything either of them could do once the word got around. Stirring up the pot of rumor only served to rekindle the whispers and giggle from the student body. "I don’t see how you can say that I'm the better headmaster, you know perfectly well that I don't play by the rules all the time. There are times I can surprise you too. Like right now - when I decide to push you in the pool!" she laughed brightly shoving the off guard Wolverine into the cold water her laughter almost youthful.
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Double Down
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Life don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing.
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Post by Double Down on Jun 18, 2006 13:08:55 GMT -5
Marcus saw the men approach them, looking down at the bar for a second he sighed slightly. He knew this wasn't going to end well at all.
The men pushed the people sitting close to Marcus Scott and Shal out of the way. The one closest to him reached under his coat and obviously was holding something.
"You can either come outside with us so we can....talk.... or we shoot yo right here."
Looking into the mans eyes Marcus replied, "Well, thats an interesting offer....to say the least but i don't see either one of them happening."
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