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Post by Logan: Weapon X: Wolverine on Dec 9, 2005 2:56:46 GMT -5
Wolverine felt the tension growing in that room, he felt as if he could have sliced it with his claws. He knew under that crimson panel, Scott Summers was watching. He was always watching. And there by his side, Emma Frost. The woman was as emotionally cold as Bobby was physically. Fact of the matter was, Wolverine was never fond of Emma Frost. Never had been. Never cared to be. Neck popped as he remained silent. It felt like it had been before. But, Charles continued as if it was normal.
When the man had something on his mind, you listened. Chuck was a visionary. Even if Logan didn’t always agree with his methods. He trusted the man. A rare quality to get out of Weapon X. But for a moment he had to wonder about his judgment. Did he really mean to pass the torch on. Jean had been setting up another life. And Bruce. Muscles in his jaw flinched again. And he, well, kids didn’t particularly listen to him. He was also a walking bad habit. One of which he was starting to crave. “Professor, what about the recent changes to the med lab? Did you want me to stay behind to help with the repairs?” “Tch.”
The simple hiss of breath through his teeth was enough to know what he was feeling. But he remained in his spot. Arms still crossed, only now fingers drummed against his bicep. Logan felt Jean’s mind connect with his once more. Commenting about her former fiancée. Wolverine knew the answer to that. Scott Summers had made more mistakes than he was willing to admit. The biggest was with Jean. Wolverine didn’t reach back to Jean with Cyclops’ next words. “And if Rogue is in trouble, who is going to lead up the team that goes searching for her?” “Always got to be the leader don’t ya Boyscout?” “He’s right Charles we’re going to need to make sure that we get a solid team together if were to rescue Rogue.”
Jeans voice sounded, then Charles spoke up once more. His concerns about Rogue. Wolverine was silent again. If Chuck couldn’t find her mentally she was in some kind of trouble. He’d gotten too close to the woman to think other wise. And Rogue was a woman who could always handle herself. Arms uncrossed as he stepped forwards stopping in his tracks. Eyes shot towards Charles. “What? With the kids…half of ‘em barely have their powers in control.” Brows knitted slightly as he looked back up to the visored wonder. This wasn’t what he had been thinking about. Wolverine had learned to work with Scott even if he didn’t particularly care for him. It was bringing along youngsters that made him more weary.
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Wind Dancer
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I find telekinesis is a crude substitute for the power of the wind.
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Post by Wind Dancer on Dec 9, 2005 3:05:23 GMT -5
Sofia waited, hoping her efforts were not in vain. She kept her smile, hoping X would agree and then finally… she did. Smiling, Sofia did what came natural to the girl and grabbed her by the wrist, the new kid Jamie as well and dragged them out of the kitchen, Jay seemingly in tow also, “ This’ll be fun and…” She said with slightly becoming amusement, “ it gets me out of morning classes.” Sure Sofia was a good little student, but like any teenager she had her moments of being slightly rebellious.
As the tour went on, Sofia smirked slyly at seeing how close X was getting with Jamie. Of course she did not understand their connection, but was glad to see X being so open with someone, especially a guy, kind of cute at that, “ This is the Danger Room.” She gestured with her arms at the large twin metal doors, “ But um… we can’t go inside without one of the Adults. But,” She smiled afraid of their disappointment, “ I can show you it from the viewing plat-form. Come on!”
Leading them down a small hallway to the right of the large doors, Sofia pressed the elevator button and waited, her eyes focused on the budding friendship between the two newest students. Finally the door hissed open and she lead the three of them inside.
The ride to the platform was short. The door hissed open again and Sofia strolled out, “ Don’t worry, you won’t fall off the edge or anything, this glass is thick and everything but adamantium proof.” The space before them was nothing but a wall of glass, then step a little further and the floor became glass as well, “ You’ll train with your assigned team here and have occasional power assessment checks.” Shoving her hands into the pocket of her jeans Sofia’s smile became less of one, “ Well… that’s the tour. Any questions just ask me… or another student or a Teacher.”
Turning, Sofia was about to leave when Jay made his comment, turning she smiled… slightly and nodded, “ It’s okay. I was just… just being nervous, a lot has happened and it kind of puts me on edge.” Taking his arm, she slowly pulled the winged boy into the elevator with her and leaned against the wall, “ I think those two need to be alone and… it was a visit with my Father,” She spoke the words icely, “ nothing else to say about it.” With that she left Jay alone in the elevator as it opened and headed towards another which would take her up into the upper living levels of the Institute.
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Dr. Jean Grey
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"I am fire-made flesh, power incarnate!"
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Post by Dr. Jean Grey on Dec 9, 2005 3:09:45 GMT -5
The pang of it hit her harder than she thought it would have. Seeing the White Queen saddled up next to the man she’d at once time intentions of marrying cut like the diamond hard surface that woman’s skin could become. She hadn’t changed much. Clean, angular eyebrows, the million dollar nose job… yeah that was Emma frost to a T. With a sigh the telekinetic redhead did her best to give a pleasant smile. She chewed her lip and ran both hands though her hair, giving a vain attempt at straightening out the tangles that were now deeply seeded before giving in to the fact that at least this round, the White Queen was far more polished.
The room was starting to feel very cramped. Already Logan and Scott were biting insults back and forth and she felt her own tolerance slip a notch at the dig from Emma. . o O (You never change do you Emma? So does he still make you wear a "me costume" when he fucks you?") O o . Jean grit her teeth, half hating herself for immediately going to guns on the woman. It was just what Emma wanted and she’d foolishly stepped in head first. Her attentions came back in time to hear the current assignments regarding the search teams and her stomach tightened.
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X
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If you aren't the monster, than what does that make me?
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Post by X on Dec 9, 2005 9:10:32 GMT -5
X watched Jamie move, but her eyes retreated also towards Logan and the Jean woman as they exited the room with Xavier. With the silence ebbing its way into the kitchen and less mayhem then before, X was feeling much more relaxed. She didn't like crowds much, heck she didn't like people much, she just didn't like alot of things depending on the mood, and this was that mood. She liked to be alone.
Suddenly Jay came about and placed a cup in front of her with a brown liquid covered by whipped cream and marshmellows. X gave it an odd look and watched as Jamie just wrapped his hands around it. She copied him as the head coursed through her fingers and hands. It felt nice really against the coldness she usually had. She could see the steam rising off it and listened to Jay's warning as he sat down. "Becareful its Hot" And she agreed. Like every new comer onto Hot Chocolate, she placed the cup to her lips gently and the heat suddenly burnt the tip of the pair. Not harshly but subtly, causing her to pull her head back and sneer. Then it came, the moment of truth. Slowly she took such a small sip. A rather small sip as if so cautious about the drink. But after a second of leaving the mug and letting the white cream stay upon her upper lip, her eyes went red and she seemed astonished. "Amazing!" she blurted out before taking a sudden big gulp. She heard sudden winces in the room but didn't pay attention. With her eyes slightly narrowed, she swallow the mouth ful of the scolding substance, and instead of cursing or becoming aggitated like many would, she suddenly beamed with a smile. She had never tried anything quite like it, it was delicious, it was great, she wanted more, she couldn't explain it all. Her beaming and mustache of cream didn't go away as she glanced up to Jamie and then towards Jay and Sofia, who seemed amused by her reaction. But she had little time left to react. Because suddenly the girl named Sofia came towards her and Jamie and grabbed their wrists. "Huh" came X's suddeny surprized sound as she stood and followed the girl.
Her smile had left as she wiped her mouth and it was replaced by a sneer. She didn't like being grabbed, she didn't like being pulled, it annoyed her, but she didn't say anything. It apparently was the tour time. Her eyes protested somewhat with Jamie and Jay but Sofia wanted to show them around so she didn't with her. She just did as the girl wished and followed. The only part that peeked her interest was the Danger room, which caused her brows to raise and her eyes to stare at the room below. She wanted to try it out so badly. Unfortunatly she needed someone with the codes or who knew how to work the sysem in order to do so, so that was out of the question.
Finally the tour was over and Jay and Sofia left for the elevator. Leaving Jamie and X behind. Her mind was lingering on the Danger room while Jamie faced her. She hardly noticed his serious and determined look. Her head was tilted slightly behind her looking to that room, how interesting it sounded. But then came words she didn't think she'd hear from anyone, she didn't tell anyone about her, Logan didn't even know. "X...Who's Sarah?" Suddenly her head snapped up towards Jamie, green orbs widdening slightly at the name. How did he knew about her? Why would he have seen her. It was obvious that she knew exactly who Sarah was. "How..." she said softly and lowly. She didn't know if she should tell Jamie about her, or tell her secrets just yet. It was to early, how could she trust he could be trusted. Her mind played with those thoughts for moments. Until suddenly her head tilted down and eyes narrowed slightly. Her expression seemed to turn a bit saddened, almost seeming that her eyes were watering just a bit. "No one.." was her first remark. She was shutting down, off, she had to be pushed for an answer to give it.
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Icarus
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Are you looking for a fight?
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Post by Icarus on Dec 9, 2005 12:15:24 GMT -5
Jay smiled as it seemed that X enjoyed the hot chocolate. Even if she did try to take it too fast. He winced slightly as she took a large gulp holding it in her mouth. Jay carefully sipped his own. The kitchen had quieted down. No sound of cooking. No pots clanking. Not even much talking. Eyes looked up as Sofia moved. Setting his mug down quickly he tried to grab her had before she reached the pair. But it was seemingly too late. The eager to please girl, had both Jamie and X by the wrist. Pulling them up from their seats and out of the kitchen.
Dismissively he waved his hand towards the dishes from hot chocolate. He’d get them later. From moved out the kitchen door to catch up with Sofia and her two almost reluctant tourists. He gave both new comers a slight smile. Jay understood how Sofia could be. But it was part of her quirky charm. But also part of the reason she and David shared the responsibility of New Mutants team leader. Not that there was anything against Sofia, she just sometimes got to…involved.
Every once in a while throughout the tour Jay looked back at the pair. They’d become silent once again. The tour ended in the Danger Room observation deck. High above the grounds of the well designed room below. X seemed to have become interested in this room when he felt an arm loop with his. Jay looked to the arm then up to see Sofia. “Yeah. One second.” He turned to Jamie and X “If you need anything…I’ll be in the student lounge. And I’m Jay, by the way.” Then he let himself be dragged off to the elevator along with Sofia. They spoke about her father a little as the doors opened she was gone. And Jay headed towards the kitchen to clean up.
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Emma Frost
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I won't deny I'm cold hearted... there would be no point in wasting air for that lie.
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Post by Emma Frost on Dec 9, 2005 12:41:17 GMT -5
So it was really true. Charles planned to make Jean and Logan headmasters. Eyes watched. It seemed the men were already trying to stare each other down in some prime evil sort of way. Or even animalistic. Who could be the bigger alpha male. Emma held her self poised, like she always had. Always that air. Charles spoke once more but her eyes remained on Jean. Did it hurt the woman to see her on the arm of her former fiancee. For a brief moment her eyes shot to Logan as he had a disagreement with Scott.
And once more back to Jean. Watching her try to tame the tangled tresses of wet hair. Lips curved into a deeper smirk as she felt the woman’s mind reach back with her own biting comment. . o O ( Oh, so you have thought about giving Logan a bone. And Scott doesn’t think of you when he’s in bed with me. ) O o . It had been what she wanted. For Jean to snap back. Emma knew the buttons to push. There was a moment of mental silence as discussion about Rogue came into play. And the teams how they would be divided. Seems her and Jean were going to be working together. She reached out once more. . o O ( Don’t worry about your looks Jean. It’s perfect for a Wild Man. I’m sure Wolverine’s idea would be throwing you over his shoulder and finding some cave… ) O o .
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Rancor
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"Wanna see something really scary?"
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Post by Rancor on Dec 9, 2005 14:59:19 GMT -5
Fingers fished out a small container of ibuprofen and he absently tossed them to her with a rattle of pills on plastic. “Was that you earlier..?” he gestured to his chest at the comment about his outward appearance. “If so I ain’t laughing. You pull that shit again and you won’t like what I do to you. It ain’t all peaches and cream with me sweetheart, I do have darker side and I really don’t think you wanna start poking at it.”
Rancor ordered up the food and then straddled a chair backward as he listened to the southern voice. It was nice hearing the twang. It made him think back to when he was still young… or perhaps when the states were still young, for he had always appeared as a man. Snow melted off of his boots dampening the 1970’s shag carpet from a putrid baby shit green to a wet moss. She was right, this place was a dump. A long tired breath worked out him, shoulders slumped, and he blinked tiredly. It was time to feed.
Again he reached into the front pocket of his faded leather jacket and produced a half crushed pack of American Spirits. He lit one and exhaled from his nose, dangling a tattooed arm over the back of the chair. Say, jus’ where tha hell are we anyhow?” He took another drag and while smoke still poured from his mouth he snapped back, “In a hotel room.” With his extrasensory perception he picked up the footfalls outside the door. Rancor made a face and flicked his lit cigarette at her. “Not a fucking word…”
His form shifted off the chair, boots carrying him in a few short steps to the peephole. He had ordered nothing for himself, but when the soft knock came on the door he was more-than eager to let the bellhop inside. “So where do you want this?” the kid had a North Jersey accent that was thick as paste. He looked over the scene with a jaundiced eye. He knew the drill. Keep your mouth shut, don’t ask questions and get a nice tip, after all this neck of Jersey was mob central. “Just put it over by the TV. Yeah…” Rancor had shut the door, his hand reaching behind his back presumably for his wallet. The boy looked at Rogue quickly then back to the sizeable man. Yes. It was time to leave. Screw the tip.
Hastily the boy tried to sidestep, “Ok then I’ll just come back for the cart later then…” He didn’t get out another word, Rancor’s hand came slicing upward in one deft motion, nipping the kid right across the mouth. Ruined lips peeled back, tried to make words or a scream though pale hands, but he was still in the first stage. Rancor didn’t break stride. His fist thrust out as he kidney punched the scared little piece of meat. His mouth stretched wide as he bit down hard on the tendon at his shoulder and jugular. Hard breathing. He flipped the kid over, knowing that he was going to be dead in a few minutes. His knife made quick work of what he needed.
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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 Dec 9, 2005 18:17:38 GMT -5
“Always got to be the leader don’t ya Boyscout?” His eyes narrowed from behind the red lenses. Who was Logan kidding? He was the best damn field leader available, and if Logan could get his head together and stop being so melodramatic and self-serving he’d figure that out. The way Scott saw it Wolverine wasn’t leading but two things - jack and shit. “Just calling it like I see it. How long has it been since you’ve worn a uniform?” His voice was tinged with a minor display of anger. It was no secret that he didn’t like Wolverine, but that wasn’t to say he didn’t respect him during field duty. But he was more than conflicted at Xavier’s choice of headmaster; after all Logan was the one who turned his back on the team.
He felt Emma’s frame tense up and it made him wonder if the girls were exchanging words. More than likely. His jaw clenched a bit, twitching the muscles on his cheek, and he returned his glance to the Professor. He knew how much it bothered Charles to see them argue so for his sake Scott kept everything else he wanted to say to himself. He noted Emma’s smirk and already he knew this was going to be ugly. Not only was he partnered up with Wolverine, but Jean and Emma… together? This was going to be ugly. The only thing he could assume from the way Charles had decided things were a matter of tactics. It made sense to have the Alpha team, go in first and with his and Logan’s track record on search and rescue missions he couldn’t think of a better strategy.
“I’ll do what I can to get the blackbird set up and then arrange a meeting with the New Mutants. In the meantime, why don’t you and Jean see what you can do about clearing some of the debris downstairs, so that if need be we can at least use some of the unbroken equipment.” He still hadn’t actually addressed Jean personally. He was treating her as if he’d never had a connection to her, as if she was just another team member. With all of that spoken, he took one last glance toward the statuesque blonde and then departed; his long legs carrying him in the direction of the sub-levels toward the hangar.
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Dr. Jean Grey
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"I am fire-made flesh, power incarnate!"
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Post by Dr. Jean Grey on Dec 10, 2005 1:38:01 GMT -5
Without meaning to Jean’s head turned in Wolverine’s direction and then quickly away. Had he picked up on the unspoken fight between redhead and blonde? She felt her cheeks flush, and this incensed her further. Green eyes narrowed angrily, as she sent back another fireball. . o O (Oh like you haven’t thought about it… Then again I could be wrong; you did choose Scott after all. But that always was your specialty wasn’t it? - Sleeping your way top the top? Tell me, how are your knees holding up?”) O o . o O ( Don’t worry about your looks Jean. It’s perfect for a Wild Man. I’m sure Wolverine’s idea would be throwing you over his shoulder and finding some cave… ) O o . . o O (Least I know I'll get some variety! Aww, poor Em... it's "missionary" again.) O o . Jean regretted her comment, it was a low blow and it was so very uncharacteristic of her to hit that below the belt.
Her weight shifted, her nails picked at a loose cuticle as she caught Xavier’s eye, and heard his mental intrusion to reprimand the two of them. He was right. She’d overstepped the line. Teeth chewed at her lip. “Why don’t you and Jean see what you can do about clearing some of the debris downstairs, so that if need be we can at least use some of the unbroken equipment.” Again she looked to Scott in disbelief. He was really not going to let this one go for a while and to be honest he was pissing her off almost as much as Emma.
She nodded to Charles and looked over to Weapon X. “I’ll see what I can do. Logan, can I talk to you for a minute?” Jean gestured for him to follow. She walked toward her old office, her hands fumbling over the manila folder. “Did you-?” She smiled lightly to some passing students, waiting until they were inside to speak again. She tossed the folder onto her desk, and then turned back to talk to Wolverine. "Did you know that Charles was going to ask us to run the school?" She hoped that if he had been privy to such a development that he would have said something earlier.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Dec 10, 2005 1:40:43 GMT -5
You would think that the first night back one would get the chance to unpack, kick back and relax after a long trip. Not a chance. He was scoping out the grounds for the source of a sound that was carried by the wind to one of the students. It would sound strange if this wasn't Westminster. He stepped outside his t-shirt covered in a light leather jacket he took in a deep breath of the cold, brisk air. He loved this time of year for obvious reasons, especially when the air was cold enough and full of moisture. He could help things along but it was better to let mother nature do her thing. He heard footsteps coming up behind him and truned to see the red-winged boy, Jay following him. “Hey Iceman, wait up…I figure you might want some help. I can search the sky.”
He nodded as the help would of been appreciated even though he was concern about how the boy would fair in the cold. "Scan around the building, I'm gonna walk around. Be careful." As he began to move from the building the flakes began to fall one after the other. It wasn't long before his winged partner was out of sight leaving Bobby with just the frosted wilderness to look at as he walked. The area was silent and after a few minutes he paused wondering if it perhaps the girl had jumped to conclusions. Hopefully that was the case and when he peered into a window and noticed figures moving about in a less than frantic mode he assumed that it was a false alarm and ended his search. On the plus side he wouldn't have came out around this time and been able to enjoy the beautiful weather. Yes he was biased, but it helped when the cold wasn't a factor since there really wasn't a place on the surface planet that didn't at some point encounter a low temperature. With the terror alert knocked down to seafoam green he figured that he would hang out for awhile before heading back in.
The sky was brightening some as the sun would attempt to peak through the thickening clouds soon although it wasn't likely. The snow fall had lightened but it left the area with a few inches of iceing to give it that christmas card look. He moved towards the stables noticing the scent of burning tobacco on the air. Not strong enough to be Logan sneaking a cigar something far less pungent. He moved forward noticing the young girl from the kitchen sneaking a cigarette. "Fancy meeting you out here, Ms. Ashida. I can't say I figured you for the smoking type. Maybe for me if I smoked, but I'm not sure it's worth the potential bout of pnuemonia." He pulled off his jacket and offered it to her placeing it over her shoulders. "It can get kind of overwhelming in there?" A rehtorical question based on his own expeirences. He couldn't imagine what she had been through before ending up here but he knew that to be newly introduced to your abilities could be frustrating. He could only try and connect with her with the one thing he knew for certain they had in common. They both were mutants.
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Post by Charles Xavier on Dec 10, 2005 1:54:21 GMT -5
“Logan, this facility is a school. Despite your apprehension with working with the senior students, I’m sure that Scott and Emma would not have elevated their teams onto the active duty roster until they had the confident that they could do the job.” Again his endearing eyes winked at the corners. Wolverine was in many ways very much a soft-heart. Even though he was trying to hide behind the student’s lack of powers Charles figured that another part of that statement was because the man didn’t want to see any of them get hurt.
”Very well Scott, I’ll go down and see if I can’t get you a more accurate location then what I’ve already gleaned.” Xavier wheeled back to the desk and opened a drawer. He was just picking up the proposal folders he’d made up for Logan and Jean when he caught the mental tennis match that the two girls were playing. As he handed Jean her folder he connected with her mind, and then linked it to Emma’s so he could speak to both of them. . o O (Both of you, settle this.) O o . His ‘tone of voice’ was anything but pleased.
“If you’ll excuse me,” he stated, wheeling in the direction of the door. Without looking back he added, “I’ll be sure to answer any questions you might have concerning your new positions after you’ve had a chance to look over everything that is required.” And with that he too was off, his wheelchair working back down into the sub-levels until he came to the X-Marked door to Cerero.
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Jamie Hudson
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Life is but a dream for the dead
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Post by Jamie Hudson on Dec 10, 2005 4:25:45 GMT -5
Jamie thought it was going to be easier. To talk about things. His mother had always encouraged acts like that. To never hold anything in. But, it was different. He didn’t know X that well. What she’d seen in the past. What changes affected her life. The boy also didn’t expect to be dragged off by an over zealous girl. Mentally he muttered. The grip on his wrist had shocked him. Soon after he was too his feet being pulled along. Finally the girl, Sofia, let go. James slowed his pace following behind. Listening to her going on about the mansion and some of the rooms.
The danger room had been down towards where the medical lab was. Part of him was curious to see what had happened to it. What it looked like. Not that he’d meant for it. Now more than ever he didn’t feel like he had control of his powers. As if they acted on their own accord. Their little tour ended in some place above the Danger Room. And then like that he was alone with X. That girl probably though there was something going on between them. Did she know? No. It’d hadn’t seemed like she did. Eyes watched X for a moment. She seemed intrigued with the Danger Room down below them. Finger traced against the cut cloth as he finally questioned her. She seemed confused by his question then tried to pass it off as nothing.
Jamie looked away. He knew part of his answer. That woman he saw. She was dead. How she was connected to X he wasn’t sure about. In a lot of ways she seemed like Professor Logan. They had similar silver claws. At times the same personality. “She’s dead isn’t she. I’m sorry.” Jamie couldn’t help what he got from other people. It was something new to him. Like any other mutant it was something he was going to have to grow into with time. But he wasn’t sure he wanted to. Wanted to keep the memories and ghosts of someone else. It just didn’t seem right. “After you passed through…er, Ghost me, that’s when I started seeing her. She stopped me from leaving.”
There wasn’t really an easy way of putting things. Telling someone you’re seeing a ghost they carry. His mother had once said “Jamie, everyone has something that haunts them. From even a failed test to the death of a loved one. It’s what we do with that knowledge that lifts us up. Or keeps us down.” He sighed. Was he even getting through to her. Slowly he shifted and moved to reach out towards her. The room changed. It was dark then different entirely. Jamie felt as if he’d just been put in an icebox. “ Ok then I’ll just come back for the cart later then…” Blinking he couldn’t see X or even the Danger Room observation deck. Tacky wall paper that seemed yellowed and old. Cheep drapes that were pulled across a window. Some sort of hotel room?
Heart beat echoed in his ear. Becoming louder, more rapid. What the hell was he seeing. And why? There wasn’t anymore words just gurgled cries. Jamie couldn’t tell if they were coming from his mouth or not. Then like a horror from a nightmare he saw that man’s face before him. The long beard and hair. Dead eyes. It was the man he’d put his arm through. His mouth opened wide. No words, just actions. Jamie’s shoulder dropped in almost reaction of some sort. There was blood spilt. The beat of a heart had been racing and now it was becoming a din of sound, then nothing at all. It was over.
“Holy shit…” The room he’d been in snapped back quickly and he lurched forwards, catching his hands on his knees. Turning so his back was towards X. If he was about to throw up he didn’t want her to see it. Stomach churned. Long breaths were drawn in, then exhaled out. What ever it was seemed very real. Deadly real. That man killed someone. Voice mumbled as he waited for the nausea to ebb. “I think I need to find Professor Xavier. Or, Dr. Grey…even Professor Logan…”
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Post by Logan: Weapon X: Wolverine on Dec 10, 2005 13:34:23 GMT -5
Wolverine restrained a growl that was growing in the back of his throat. In his eyes, Summers was pompous. Had to have everything a certain way. Well, he was damn wrong. The world wasn’t as black and white as he wanted to try and believe. It was full of shades of gray. Wolverine had ventured into that gray many times. Sometimes you had to, to get things done. All right, so the man could lead. That didn’t mean he always made the right choice. No one was perfect. Not even Mr. Summers over there. Let alone the current Barbie doll on his arm.
“You ever stop playin’ superhero?” Weapon X didn’t say anymore. Like any other mission. Eyes looked towards Emma Frost. She had a wicked smirk upon her lips and Jean besides him had gotten restless. No doubt the two women were going at it, about the same he and Scott had. There were times when Cyke wasn’t a complete dick. This wasn’t one of them. Never even noticed Jean. He was becoming just as cold as the woman with him. Muscles flexed in his jaw as Summers finally left. There was a slight ‘hmph’ from Wolverine.
Charles had moved closer to them, stopping what ever the women had been going on. The look in Jean’s eyes told him it wasn’t pretty at all. Silently he followed after nodding to Chuck, ignoring Emma just as Scott had Jean. The mansion was slowly becoming more alive this morning as they entered what was going to be Jean’s office. “Did you know that Charles was going to ask us to run the school?” “No.” Head shook as he looked up towards Jean, finally unfolding his arms. Mind recalled back to his letter. “I thought I’d just be coming back to teach Danger Room. Tactics and combat. I don’t know how I feel about this happy little development. Kid don’t listen to me here. How am I supposed to keep ‘em alive if they won’t listen to me out there? What ever Rogue’s got herself into ain’t gonna be easy. But, Oh wait, that’s right. I got Scott…and everyone always listens to Summers.” His last line was loaded with sarcasm as he looked up towards Jean again. He wanted to ask how she was doing, but he couldn’t.
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X
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If you aren't the monster, than what does that make me?
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Post by X on Dec 10, 2005 14:39:09 GMT -5
X had begun to ignore the magical draw of the Danger Room, and now her thoughts were on Sarah. Poor Sarah. And the fact that Jamie knew about her, made X wonder what kind of person Jamie was. Could he read her memories and thoughts? Could he see what she has seen and won't speak of. Will he blurt what he knows to others? Of course X was just slightly overreacting in her paranoia's, but with the life she had, caution towards people you didn't know and even did was a constant thing. She didn't want to trust anyone to be honest, she was happy knowing that she could count on herself and herself alone. X had hoped that her little attempt to make it seem she knew nothing of what he was talking about had worked. Unfortunatly she was wrong.
Her eyes did move upwards, her head didn't raise as he spoke his next words. " She's dead isn't she...I'm sorry." At those words memories and thoughts flooded into her own mind. She saw herself being read to by Sarah, saw herself helping Sarah find her neice, saw herself crying over her dead body. A tear began to form at her eyes and suddenly it was evident. She knew Sarah for sure. And like a sad little child, tears began to fall across her face. She tried to hide it with her head tilted downwards, but she wasn't that good at that either. Her eyes had shut tightly closed and she sighed a shuddering sigh. "I killed her.." came X's sudden monotone voice. It was the only thing she said as she stood there, in some weakened state. A state not many saw, ever.
But suddenly and all to quickly even though it was quite the long silent moment from her, her eyes gazed upwards. She watched as Jamie seemed to be now in his own little world. Like she didn't exist, like he was seeing something else. His facial expressions caused X's head to slightly tilt a bit. What the heck was going on, it looked like he was going to be sick. And when he turned away from her and began to hold his stomach, she knew that was the case. Her hand had lifted and came to rest upon the back of his shoulder. A curious gaze in her eyes. "Are you..ok.." the tears had by then dried and she seemed back to her own self.
Suddenly as quick as she had placed a hand on him, he snapped around and gave her the most serious of looks. "I think I need to find Professor Xavier, Or Dr Grey.... even Professor Logan." Raising a brow she nodded slowly and without a word walked into the hallway. The metallic walls were so cold but she didn't have the time to deal with that. Her head tilted again a bit and she sniffed the air suddenly. "Someones down here with us....its..." another take in of the scent and she knew. "Its Xavier...He is moving.." suddenly she sprinted. With the abnormal speed she always had. Down the hall she moved until finally she watched the Professor wheeling into a room. "Professor Xavier!" she suddenly yelled out of no where, hoping he would hear her before the closing doors shut for good.
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Post by Rogue on Dec 10, 2005 15:36:46 GMT -5
Her hand snatched upwards and caught the pills, but she kept her movements slow, no need to let Mr Freaky there know just how better she was feeling. After a few tries she finally got the bottle opened and without even water to drink downed two of the pills. It was true, she did have a headache, but as for her obvious weakness… it wasn’t as bad as she was letting on, but the Southern Bell knew she had to keep up the act or face a chance of becoming dinner again.
Slowly she curled herself up on the bed and waited, watching and studying her captor who seemed to think he frightened her, he really didn’t. More than anything he pissed her off because he had made her feel so weak. Even him flicking his cigerette at her as if she was some trash bin did nothing but piss her off further because she knew all too well that's all she was too him, not that it mattered really as she picked the thing up and snuffed it on the plam of her hand, finding the burning sensation almost welcoming and then watched as her hand began to slowly heal... the reaction making her feel a little bit better.
For a moment she let her eyes flutter closed, the softness of the bed a welcome feeling… even if the place was seedier than the hotel in Psycho. Even with her eyes closed, Rogue did not let herself fall too deep into any sort of sleep, instead she kept her mind focused, her senses on high alert, but to him, Rogue was hopeful she seemed to have fallen asleep. But the knock on the door slowly brought her from her state of semi-relaxation.
Blinking her eyes sleepily, slowly she rose into a sitting position after having laid down again a few minutes ago and looked to the door. She watched almost curiously as her captor let the Delivery kid in and then closed the door. Arching a brow, Rogue kept her green stare on the kid, he was nervous and seemed to want to leave as soon as he could. But instantly, Rogue saw he would never leave and bit her lower lip to keep from crying out as she watched the horrific scene play out. How much she wished to shut her eyes, but instead she just stared, a part of her feeling sorry, blaming herself for the kid’s death and the rest of her becoming more angered and wanting revenge to be hers soon.
Acting quickly, Rogue let herself fall on to the bed and began to sob, her body shaking with the act as she did her best to force tears from her eyes to fall. She curled into a ball acting terrified for her life and let out several more wails of desperation and fear, “ P-p-please… s-s-stop…” She whispered, making her voice crack and shake as she continued what she hoped was an Oscar worthy performance.
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