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Post by hughissuper on Jan 2, 2010 20:31:02 GMT -5
Jean lowered the ramp, but waited in the pilot's chair. She wasn't about to get off the Blackbird before the strangers did.
Gambit traipsed down the ramp, "Hola Conchita, you came to wait for yo' date wit the good Doctor?" Gambit lowered his voice conspiratorially and winked, "Hate to ruin yo fun, homme, but Gambit don't think he go that way....his ex-wife on de plane. He definitely don't go for short and hairy."
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Vivien stood up and nervously rubbed her hands on her thighs. "How's this work, Malcolm? Have you been here before?"
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Post by jackaugust on Jan 2, 2010 20:53:20 GMT -5
Xavier's Mansion
Wolverine grunted at the Cajun's comments. "Every woman likes short and hairy." He said. "They just don't know it yet." He wanted to go tell the Scotsman off for his leading a reporter here, but even Wolverine recognized how embarrassing this would be - to have that done in front of an ex-wife. He didn't make eye contact with the Scotsman or his wife. He waited for Jean and for whoever it is she felt was a threat. "Who're the newcomers, Cajun? What's the danger we got here?"
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Post by galenty on Jan 2, 2010 20:56:41 GMT -5
ooc: Any word on Nobles? I'm just going to wing it until...well, until something else goes on.
Xavier
Salon
They sat quietly. Mokoto had lapsed into an uneasy silence and Xavier let her. One of the students, by all appearances who looked completely 'normal' came in bearing some tea. He set the small tray down on a side table.
"Thank you, Stephan." The young man gave a brief smile that only hinted at the possibility of slightly sharpened teeth before turning to Mokoto with a smile and a nod. "If you need anything..."
He exited and Xavier poured two classes, making it obvious he was having some as well. Not that that really meant anything. A mutant like Wolverine could take cyanide and come through it with only a temporary belly ache. Still, he meant the gesture to be reassuring.
They drank, the silence lengthening. Xavier was prepared to wait as long as he needed. Actually, the longer, the better. The crew would have more time to get into the school quietly.
Her thoughts drifted towards the more personal, especially in her frustration. As time wore on, the exhaustion of long travel on uncomfortable transit, with little food and stimulation had her drifting off.
A gentle nudge with his mind, and the poor girl was deeply asleep, curled up on the loveseat. Her tender years, to him, were apparent.
Storm
Blackbird
Storm caught Jean's thought, frowning. "Trouble was not what she needed right then. But, when did trouble bother with convenience? She gave Jean a surreptitious nod, before engaging the jet's camouflage and unstrapping herself from the co-pilot's chair.
She stood, gingerly, wincing slighting as her melted uniform pulled painfully on her skin. It was going to be an awkward, painful walk to the school.
She shook her head as the incorrigible Gambit poked at an unconventional Wolverine. Not did she miss the interplay between the new woman, Vivien and Dr. Ramsey.
Quietly, "Perhaps your discussion would best be done once inside the safety of the school?"
She turned to Dade, "Would you mind walking with me? I think I might need the help before we get all the way to the school...?" She hoped that appealing to some chivalric sense would occupy him and perhaps alleviate any suspicions. It also had the benefit of being true; she was so tired, she wasn't sure she'd make it the whole way.
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Post by Dr. Bagelman on Jan 3, 2010 1:40:28 GMT -5
Blackbird, Clearing
Malcolm nodded to Dade Jackson, giving him an encouraging wink.
Malcolm cocked his head to the side at his ex-wife's question. "Westchester? Aye, we've been here before..." he responded absently.
Noticing Vivien nervously wiping sweat from her hands on her stained hospital outfit, he pressed her again for information, this time trying to treat her like a victim. He could only assume she was, considering the intel they had gone to China on. Putting his hand gently on the small of her back, guiding her off the plane, he asked her gently, "Viv, ye have te talk te me. What happened back there, did ye get captured?"
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Xavier's Mansion
Midge, or as everyone in the school called her, Mood Ring, turned a sort of brick red, then rippled to white.
"Puddle! Where are you going with that thing!!!?" She stamped her foot frustratedly, which made her leg turn blue, as he ran by. "Someone needs to keep that kid on a leash..."
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Post by hughissuper on Jan 3, 2010 18:17:49 GMT -5
Jean looked on with satisfaction as both Storm and Dr. Ramsey made an effort to move the strangers along. She moved slowly behind everyone, stowing gear as everyone exited.
Gambit instantly became serious and lowered his voice due to the proximity of Dade and Vivien. "Dere's somethin not right about either a them. De girl covered in blood, dat's never good and dat other one, he seem like he mighta been workin for dem Chinese."
<tag: Wolverine>
Vivien flinched involuntarily when Malcolm touched her but tried to cover it by turning toward Malcolm. "Yes...they captured me. Someone sold me out to that chop shop. I'm still not sure what they really wanted with me..." Vivien gingerly touched where the needle had pierced her hip, it still felt sore. She wondered absently how bad it looked.
<tag: Malcolm>
Puddle rushed by Midge, holding Jimmy and Vera lovingly in his hands. "Noneayerbusiness." His words came out in a rush as he pushed past her with his pets.
"Stupid girls are so NOSY and bossy!" He muttered, not quite under his breath.
He approached the door to the formal parlor as stealthily as a seven-year-old could barring the two incidences of sneaker squeaking and a dozen or so loud sniffles. Vera climbed onto his shoulder, her long tail hanging down his back. Jimmy was still clutched between his hands. Jimmy preferred the darkness.
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Post by Dr. Bagelman on Jan 4, 2010 20:22:44 GMT -5
Clearing
Malcolm took his hand away from Vivien, noticing her flinch. "Probably best to talk about it after ye've cleaned up, had a spot of coffee, eh, Viv?" He came to a halt in front of Wolverine, sliding his hands into his pockets.
"Ah want ye te know, Logan, that Ah never invited the young Japanese lass over. I also," he added with a grin, "Am available Wednesdays for therapy, if ye want te talk about yer predilection for women's clothing."
He pulled out his phone to make an appointment, but then noticed a calendar reminder. Reed Richards. Bloody hell, I have to meet him tomorrow to talk about my fancypants suit.
<tag vivien, wolverine>
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Post by jackaugust on Jan 5, 2010 17:03:48 GMT -5
Clearing
Logan somberly looked at the Scotsman. "You're not a funny man. I thought about waving my claws around, threatening, but I won't. Neither of us need that to happen. If anything like this happens again, and it is remotely caused by you, there will be problems. I don't like Summers, but he can take down a sentinel. What can you do besides make the kitchen smell awful?" He bumped the Scotsman's shoulder as he walked away to catch up with Storm and the stranger that he felt Jean was suspicious of.
<tag Jean, Storm, Dade, Scotsman?, Vivian?>
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Post by Dr. Bagelman on Jan 6, 2010 19:56:37 GMT -5
Clearing
Malcolm shrugged at Gambit and Vivien. "Touchy today, eh?"
Malcolm followed Wolverine, Gambit, Vivien and Storm, carried by Dade Jackson, to the back entry way to the mansion. Pulling out his communicator, he said into it, "Professor Xavier, is the reporter still here?" knowing he'd have to probably confront her eventually, better now than later.
<Tag professor, Matoko Yui WHERE U AT GRRRL>
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xmenfan
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Iceman, Archangel, The Potter (Dade Jackson)
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Post by xmenfan on Jan 7, 2010 5:54:22 GMT -5
Clearing
“That’s a mighty nice building. I noticed a singe somewhere that said: Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters, is it for students with high IQ’s or something?” Dade said to storm as he tenderly helped her to the back entrance. The idea that it was just a school made him fell more calm & relaxed. He noticed wolverine watching him as they walked “Hi” he said with a brief smile & nod.
Tag Storm, wolverine, anyone>
“I’ll taker her from here” Iceman said to Dade, as he put an arm around Storm “So, straight to the nursed office or do you want to see the Prof first?” he asked her
tag storm, anyone>
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Post by galenty on Jan 7, 2010 23:14:11 GMT -5
Xavier
Salon
Alone, he permitted himself to smile. As inconvenient as it may be at times, he always appreciated the insatiable curiosity inherent in children.
He glanced over at Mokoto, assuring himself that she was still asleep as the intrepid trio made their clandestine approach.
Storm
School grounds
Storm held Dade's arm. Each step pulled her suit, and skin a little more every step. "It's a good thing I can channel lightning, otherwise I wouldn't even be walking." She winced, dizzy for a moment. Conversationally, "That's my way of looking at the bright side of things."
She glanced up, the house seemed impossibly far away. "Keep my mind off of this. Tell me, how did you end up in that lab, in China?"
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Iceman, Archangel, The Potter (Dade Jackson)
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Post by xmenfan on Jan 9, 2010 9:09:58 GMT -5
School grounds
“An acquaintance of a friend offered me a short-term job in china, good pay, change of scenery yak, yak. He made it sound good, so I accepted his offer” Dade answered casually, “the lab’s sounded…more innocent at the time” he added with a hint of regret in his voice, if it was true regret was yet to be seen. “As handy as it was for me, why where you lot there?” he asked innocently, though he was really trying to fined out if they where what he considered to be a threat.
Tag Storm, anyone>
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Post by jackaugust on Jan 9, 2010 22:55:02 GMT -5
Xavier's Mansion
Kitty sighed. Motoko had apparently passed out or something. "For a woman who brings a sword here, she's being kinda dull, Professor."
<tag everyone>
ooc: Hadn't said anything as Kitty for awhile, so I thought I should.
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Post by Dr. Bagelman on Jan 10, 2010 0:31:12 GMT -5
Outside the Mansion
Malcolm looked nervously at the others as he walked behind Dade Jackson and Storm. Should we tell him we were tourists? No, that's obviously a lie.
"We'll talk about it when we get inside, Mr. Jackson." He hurried ahead to open the door and hold it for the two. Thank God the clearing was closest to the 'safe wing' of the school. We dinna kin who this guy is... He glanced back at Vivien, or if she's tellin' the truth...
He looked down at his radio, which conveniently looked like a flip phone. Why hasn'a he responded back...? Ah hope everythin's ok...
<tag people outside, professor X>
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Post by hughissuper on Jan 11, 2010 16:41:01 GMT -5
Puddle didn't notice the Professor observing silently from his wheelchair, where he sat by the window. He fumbled with the fancy doorknobs briefly as he was somewhat hindered by Jimmy, who was still clutched between his palms. He finally got the door ajar and bumped it open with his elbow. The hinges creaked slightly, along with Puddle's sneakers on the freshly waxed wood parquet floor.
Puddle saw the Sword Lady's recumbent form on the fancy, salmon-pink torture device Jean called a setee. He couldn't begin to fathom how the Sword Lady managed to relax enough to sleep on such an uncomfortable piece of furniture, so he didn't. He was somewhat put out that she was sleeping. He had hoped she would be awake, so he could introduce her to Vera and Jimmy, his dear pets.
He approached her in what he thought was a surreptitious manner, but in fact breathed quite heavily and giggled a few times involuntarily. After standing over her for a moment, considering, Puddle opened his palms and Jimmy scurried out on to the Sword Lady's shoulder. Vera followed, sitting in front of Motoko's face and nibbling daintily at her shirt collar
<tag: Motoko>
Vivien trailed behind Malcolm, perversely comforted by his presence. At least while he was around she could be sure nothing ridiculous was likely happen to her...."Ha!" Her hand flew to cover her mouth and she bit back the rest of what would have been hysterical laughter. Ridiculous? This situation and all those that had led to it had to be the definition of ridiculous.
Is craziness contagious? Surely you can't catch it from being repeatedly exposed to it....
<tag: everyone>
Gambit cut his eyes warily at Vivien in response to her outburst. Tiredness, experimentation, insanity? A combination of all three? He felt unqualified and disinclined to find out..."Professor sure a glutton for punishmen', he got his work cut out fo' him" He said to no one in particular.
<tag: people within hearing distance>
Jean brought up the rear of the group, carefully observing both Dade Jackson and Vivien. Jean bit her lip, reluctant to violate the sanctity of another's thoughts without permission. Vivien's unfettered thoughts were invitingly easy to read, if somewhat jumbled and confusing. In her mind, Jean heard Vivien sarcastically question her sanity. Jean suppressed a smile and at the same time felt sudden urge to comfort her. There had been many times when Jean had questioned her own sanity. There were a few when the answer had come back as a definitive Yes!--thanks to the Phoenix and the machinations of Emma Frost and Mastermind.
Dade Jackson's mind, by comparison was a fortress. She caught brief flashes of broadcast thoughts, but little else. Jean had the curious feeling that he might be might be hazily aware of her attempt at surreptitious intrusion. It wasn't unheard of, some non-telepathic mutants, like Wolverine and Gambit, were naturally resistant and even aware of the most expert telepathic intrusion. Best not to go there, right now....
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Post by xmenfan on Jan 12, 2010 7:12:15 GMT -5
Outside the Mansion
Iceman slowed down to let Jean catch up to him, “What do you think of Vivian & Dade?” he whispered, “Do you think they are dangerous?”
Tag Jean>
Contrary to Jeans suspicions Dade was not aware of any telepathic activity, He was busy thinking about the events of the last 3 months of his life: The lab’s, the experiments done in the labs, some he knew about & some he didn’t, the killer robot that he didn’t know about & now finding himself at a school with a bunch of mutants that could be either friend or foe, while being careful to aid Storm in the proper manner, “Their defiantly hiding something, but what? I can’t trust them, not until I get some answers anyway…” he thought to himself as he glanced back at those behind him. Jean could pick up these thoughts if she probed a bit harder, but that was up to her & her ethics. “Thanks” he said to Dr. Ramsey as he & storm went through the now open door.
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