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Post by Dr. Bagelman on Apr 4, 2010 2:07:57 GMT -5
Three day rule>>
The doors closed after Ion and Vivien got in, and everyone stood in awkward silence as the lift went up to ground level. The doors slid open, and Cyclops led everyone down the hall to the lower conference room on the ground floor. Cyclops saw Logan as they approached and ignored the surly look he gave him. Logan always looked at him like that, so he was used to it.
"Wolverine, would you mind coming with us? I think you could also help. I'll fill you in when we get to the conference room." It was more than a request, like a strong suggestion.
"Oi, where'd ye find the salami? I've been lookin' all over fer it, I wanted te make a sandwich yesterday," Ion said, pausing as he passed Wolverine. He crossed his arms. "Well Ah spose I'll nay be wantin' it the noo, the way yer eatin' it, laddie." He smirked and rolled his eyes, continuing to the conference room. "Ah'll buy me own," he said with a casual wave of his hand.
<Tag Wolverine, Jean, Vivien, Rogue>
--Hallway
Beast walked through the halls with a folder stuffed full of papers in his paw, along with a tablet PC. Seeing Jubilee and Shadowcat, he paused. "Salutations, ladies. Have you seen Misters Drake, Wagner, and Worthington? I've got some new data we must discuss."
Jubilee grinned. "Hay, Beast! We were looking for Bobby, too, maybe he could take us to the mall. You want to come, too? Maybe we could get you some nice shampoo, make you silky smooth."
Beast smiled and chuckled. "You'll find I have a vast collection of shampoos, Jubilation. Actually, in regard to Bobby, I'm afraid I'll have to be taking him to Shanghai soon, so I must talk with him first. Don't either of you have your driver's licenses yet?"
<Tag Kitty, Iceman(?)>
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Post by wishiwasslytherin on Apr 4, 2010 19:00:03 GMT -5
Rogue caught site of Wolverine and grinned. She gave him a small wave and then continued to the conference room with the others. She fell into step beside him, "Where in the heck have ya been?" she asked looking at him curiously.
<tag: wolverine>
Kitty flashed Beast a charming smile and then giggled at Jubilee's shampoo comment. She looked around as if expecting the boys to show up, then looked back to Beast. "I haven't gotten mine yet...still a tad too young." she said with a slight grimace, being so young had it's drawbacks and it was completely unfair that she had mutant powers but couldn't drive a car yet. "Well...can we steal him after you are done with your meeting, Dr. McCoy?"
<tag: Beast, Jubilee>
"I will take you to what will be your room and give you time to get settled while I find the others. I will come and get you and take you to meet them in a half hour or so." Emma said to Navina as she led her down the hall to her room. She opened the door for her stepping aside to let her in. "Go ahead and settle in and I'll be back." She turned away closing the door behind her. She walked towards the Danger Room and then stopped. There is an easier way to do this. She concentrated and worked on trying to pick up Scott through his mind. "Conference room it is then." she said with a slight smirk. She made her way to the conference room and found the rest of them. "Scott, when you get a moment I would like to speak to you...it's rather important."
<Tag: Navina, Scott>
Navina stood in the middle of the room as Emma left her to unpack and get comfortable. She was looking forward to meeting this Scott Summers, the man who managed to win the White Queens heart. Who would have thought that would be possible? She let out a chuckle. What a turn around Emma Frost had taken since her days with the Hellfire Club, once a bad ass, cold hearted bitch, now she is like declawed cat. Love sick and pining over a nerd like Summers. Such a shame, she could have been an asset to her team.
She unpacked her things and laid down on the bed closing her eyes, waiting for Emma to come and fetch her.
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Post by hughissuper on Apr 5, 2010 10:19:16 GMT -5
((OMG! Great posts, guys! I have to apologize for breaking the three day rule, especially when you guys are putting in such good effort. Forgive me?))
There was a tense silence in the elevator; no one spoke, but the clamor of thoughts was deafening...
Ah hope Gambit's alright, never seen 'im so mad. Scott didn't have ta be so mean to him. Wonder who peed in Scott's cornflakes...Is he really cheating on Jean?Malcolm still doesn't trust me...he said he did, but I can tell that's not really how he feels...how does this trouble keep happening? Even when I try to be good, things still go wrong...Gambit[silence]....arrogant b-[silence]....Emma[silence]...
Worst of all were Scott's partially blocked thoughts. Guilt and desire wafted off of him like Gambit's cheap aftershave. Jean took a deep breath and forcibly ejected all the psychic intrusion. She didn't speak or look around; she'd lose her concentration. After they stepped out of the elevator and walked past the kitchen, she hardly noticed Warren. That was for the best, she couldn't handle his smug, arrogance right now. She concentrating so hard on blocking everyone out, Jean almost missed the mind that was most soothing. A deliciously quiet mind, its thoughts very effectively dampened by adamantium. "Logan! You're back."
<tag: Wolverine>
Vivien was too distracted to pay much attention to anything. She was used to trouble. She'd been in it her whole life. The difference here was that this trouble did not seem to be of her own making. She'd been kidnapped, drugged, and subjected to an invasive medical procedure against her will. She certainly hadn't killed anyone though...actually....did the doctor in the lab count?
They'll probably kick me out or turn me in, they all act so high and mighty. It'd probably be better to run, right now. Wonder if I could find that Magneto goon. He probably wouldn't care what I'd done.
Mystique furtively peeked out of the window just as her target passed below it. Right on time! She noticed the expensive car pulling up at the curb. "Oh, aren't we fancy. It just gets better." Hearing the key in the lock, Mystique waited, back to the wall just inside it. It was dark, the chick wouldn't see her right away. She'd get the information she needed and then pay a little visit to those disgusting goody two shoes in Westchester.
<tag: Navina>
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Post by wishiwasslytherin on Apr 5, 2010 13:01:09 GMT -5
As Navina laid there waiting her mind started to drift to earlier that evening. She had walked into her apartment humming a little tune to herself, her plan was coming along nicely. She was so concerned with getting packed and gloating on her success that she didn't notice the woman in her room. She opened her closet and grabbed two large duffel bags and began stuffing them with random clothes, she ran to the bathroom and grabbed an even larger duffel bag to put all her "beauty" supplies in. She set the bag down and let out a sigh and that's when she caught the movement from the corner of her eye. The room instantly started to grow darker, her self defense kicking in full gear. "Who the hell are you?" [/i] <Tag: Mystique>
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Iceman, Archangel, The Potter (Dade Jackson)
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Post by xmenfan on Apr 6, 2010 4:59:39 GMT -5
Hallway
Iceman walked into the hallway just as beast was speaking, “I thought my ears where burning” he said with a smile “What’s that about Shanghai, have you had a breakthrough my scholarly, pal? Lets go fined that birdbrain Warren and you can brief us” Tag Beast>
New York unknown location
A small smile started across Dade’s face “…no sing of the xmen, if they where after me I would have sensed them by now…”, “you can let me out” he said to the driver, “I can go on my own from here”. Once the vehicle had pulled to a stopped Dade got out and walked in to the wood’s that was at the side of the road. Ooc: I’m also sorry for breaking the 3day rule, the library was shut over Easter, so I had no internet access
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Post by hughissuper on Apr 6, 2010 8:20:21 GMT -5
"Who am I? Well that really depends on my mood." Mystique stepped out of the shadows wearing the guise of a plain looking woman. "Right now, I'm a person who needs some information."
<tag: Navina>
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Post by wishiwasslytherin on Apr 6, 2010 9:42:05 GMT -5
Navina cocked her head to the side and placed a hand on her hip. "Well...what do you want? I can't guarantee I have answers for you but I mean I'll try I guess." she spoke in a withdrawn tone, never letting her guard down. If there was one thing she learned over the years, it's to always be cautious; don't trust anybody.[/i]
<tag: Mystique>
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Post by hughissuper on Apr 6, 2010 9:51:28 GMT -5
Mystique appraised Navina carefully. Being a expert in disguises and improvisation, Mystique's bullshit detector was finely tuned. Navina's nervous act didn't quite seem genuine. "Then I'll ask you an easy question: where was Magneto when you left his band of merry men?"
<tag: Navina>
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Post by wishiwasslytherin on Apr 6, 2010 9:53:53 GMT -5
Navina grew rigid when she heard the woman speak Magneto's name. "How...how do you know about that?" she asked her voice growing low and menacing. What the hell was this woman playing at?[/i]
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Post by hughissuper on Apr 6, 2010 10:22:32 GMT -5
"Nevermind how, just tell me what you know about Magneto's location and you can go play bride of Dracula or drink bat's blood or whatever..." She fluttered a hand at Navina's over-the-top gothic get-up.
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Post by wishiwasslytherin on Apr 6, 2010 10:28:41 GMT -5
Navina smirked and crossed her arms over her chest, "I was always more of Lestat girl myself...to be honest I don't know much of Magneto's location. I hightailed it out of China pdq. So...why don't you try looking over there?" She finished uncrossing her arms and going to shove more clothes in a bag.[/i]
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Post by hughissuper on Apr 6, 2010 11:56:55 GMT -5
Mystique grinned from her plain woman guise, "Your nervous bit didn't go with your outfit, the sarcasm's more believable. In any case, goth girl, you know something..." Navina looked like she might be about to protest, but Mystique cut her off, "I know Magneto pretty well and I know all about China. If I had to guess, I'd say after he liberated you from the chains of oppression, no doubt styling himself as the all-powerful savior, he made a big deal about wanting you to join him." Plain-looking woman Mystique stood up and circled Navina, "I've been around a loooooong time, I know your type. Hell, kid, I am your type. I'd lay odds 100 to 1 you told him you join him, so he'd get you out of China. Then, you ditched him first chance after he got you out of China. I wanna know where you ditched him Stateside and I want to know what he said about where he was going. Then I'm out of your hair, or dreadlocks, or whatever..." <tag: Navina>
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Initiate
I don't know a heaven, but I've made peace with Hell. - Lars Fredrickson
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Post by Logan, Nick Fury on Apr 6, 2010 12:10:02 GMT -5
Logan saw Scott as the door opened and an unconscious scowl formed upon his brow. It was a long conditioned reaction to his very sight. Which was better considering for the longest time it was a sneer, so a scowl was damn welcoming by comparison. Cocking a brow, Logan watched him thoughtfully for a moment as he strode past. Something was up, he didn't need to be psychic or an empath to figure that one out. It was, their scent... they stank of apprehension. Disagreements aside, Scott had and he were on the same side, in a fight they may have differing methods but Scott was one of the few people he felt were competent enough to make the hard judgment calls. He respected him for the manner in which he conducted himself in the field, it didn't mean he had to like him when they were back at the manor. However Logan wasn't so petty that he couldn't see that this was a matter of some consequence so in response to question he grunted and affirmative and turned to fall in behind him only to catch sight of Malcolm, stopping him short. Logan rolled his eyes at his comment, this keeps getting better.
Logan had to wonder if he just had a problem with other men... Wouldn't be that absurd of a fact, right? Then he started thinking, no, he too had his fair share of strife with the "fairer" gender. It just seemed other men rubbed him the wrong way, he was a little more forgiving when it came to females.... mostly. Well with men like Warren, Scott and Malcolm around how could you not be irate? Logan was growing increasingly more thankful to Charles for letting him off the leash. He hadn't been back for more than half an hour and he was already ready for a session in the danger room to work out some built up aggression.
"Look a little harder next time Bub, I thought a genius like you would have sense enough to look in the cold cuts drawer of the fridge. I thought you were educated... I guess they can't teach common sense."
Logan shook his head and rolled his eyes then managed to catch sight of Rogue and couldn't help the toothy grin that slowly appeared on his face. Logan always enjoyed her company, she wasn't the first friendly face he saw upon his return but she was among the scant few he wished to see the most. He opened his mouth to reply to Rogue when from behind her he saw Jean. His heartbeat quickened, and his eyes dilated a little and he slowly drew in her scent. She didn't notice him, no she was concentrating on blocking everything out. He had seen her do it once or twice... His eyes wandered over her body as inconspicuously as they could taking inventory of her. Something was definitely wrong, he could tell by her body language, however when she finally noticed him her expression changed if only for a second. Her words to him however made the smile upon his lips grow about twice its size.
"Hey there Red. I just got back..."
He gave a slight pause to let their eyes meet, his voice dropped down to a concerned level.
"Everything alright?"
He walked at her side toward the conference room. He didn't want to pry but if there was something bugging her then Logan would certainly want to know about it. There was something hanging in the air, something he missed while he was away. Logan wasn't one to meddle in others business but he didn't like being left out and he didn't like seeing Jean in distress. He asked and if she didn't want to tell him he couldn't make her, maybe it was something to do why they were all going to the conference room, maybe something happened to and that was the reason for the all the built up tension in the air. Mentally Logan ran though a list of faces he had seen hoping that anyone he cared about was alright.
<Tag: Scott, Rogue, Ion, Jean>
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Post by wishiwasslytherin on Apr 6, 2010 12:11:25 GMT -5
Navina stared hard at the intruder. "Alright, Miss plain Jane, I will tell you this much, we touched down in California and then I came straight to New York. I don't know where he went after but that's the last place I saw him and the others." She grabbed two pairs of boots out of the bottom of her closet, "Anything else you need? Cause I got someplace to be, lady."[/i]
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Kitty stood back and examined Bobby as he appeared out of no where. Well the blonde is definitely working for him...I guess I would consider him cute. She turned to Jubilee and gave her a wink. "Hey, Bobby, when you are done with the briefing wanna escort two ladies to the mall?" she asked in her sweetest girly voice.
<Tag:Jubilee, Bobby>
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Post by hughissuper on Apr 6, 2010 12:39:59 GMT -5
Jean visibly relaxed a bit and gave Logan a wan smile that didn't reach her eyes. In fact, her hard gaze lingered menacingly on Scott's back. Belatedly realizing how observant Logan usually was, Jean made an effort to seem more together and avoided looking at Scott. "I guess you haven't had time to see the news, lately. A lot has been happening around here and we have some new residents." Her voice hardened on the word 'residents.' <tag: Wolverine>
"Good luck with the Frost b*tch, kid." Mystique slipped out while Navina's back was turned. California was good, even if little Gotharella had lied, Styker could be convinced and led on a wild goose chase, leaving an opening for her own escape. In any case, Mystique had someone to point a finger at, if things didn't work out. She still hadn't figured out where the tracker was located on her body, so Stryker would know she'd been here. On the street, Mystique looked around carefully and shifted to the disguise of an elderly man. Not far down the street a black sedan with government tags pulled up to the curb and the door opened. The elderly man leaned down and looked into the car, "You guys are gonna need to work on your covert ops. I can offer a few pointers." "Ms. Darkholme, get in the car, right now!" "Goodness, you don't have to get so testy. What are all these people gonna think?" She gestured around as if there were people nearby. In truth, there was no one else on the street, but she enjoyed the brief look of panic on Stryker's face.
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