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Angel Reaver

Greedy Capitalist

PostPosted: Wed Aug 16, 2017 4:39 pm
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Some new characters may have been a student at the Xavier Institute for six months to a year. Their ability level should be considered at least 2nd Year. Because they have shown exceptional skill above their peers, they will have been promoted from their student team to one of the Junior X-Men teams (this was assigned to you upon application approval.)

The first post of the character could have them talking to either Scott Summers or Emma Frost about their promotion or they could gloss over it and start with them settling in...Their dorm room would also be moved to the area where the Junior X-Men students are housed.

If they are in High School: They are taking classes within the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters

If they are in College: They are attending The Xavier Institute--An accredited program within the Academy. It's a way for mutants to further their education without prejudice. Especially if they aren't in control of they powers yet. They take classes at the Academy or take online courses whenever available. Due to the recent emergency move to Alkali Lake college courses will be on hold until further notice.

Neither Option: Once 18 and having graduated High School-- They do not have to leave the school, nor do they have to go to college if they do not wish to. They would retain their position on the team they were assigned unless told otherwise.




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Technically there is no difference between each team in the school; however, the Alphas are traditionally the "good guys" who believe in Xavier's ideals. The Omegas are traditionally more rogue/bad boys and fall more into their own ideals of how things should be done. This is not always the case, though. You don't HAVE to make your character take those views when on either of those teams.

Alpha's wear a black uniform with blue detailing. Omega's wear a black uniform with red detailing.



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The Academy moved the entirety of its staff, student body, and guests to a renovated Weapon X facility beneath Alkali Lake in Alberta Canada. The move itself was prompted because a random Sentinel sweep lead the giant robots to Greymalkin Lane. The X-Men did not sign the Registration Act and did not force any of their students to. Some parents might have requested it, as is their right, but for the most part they chose to remain anonymous. A fight ensued and much of the sprawling mansion was destroyed. On the outside the Weapon X facility seems to be exactly as Wolverine left it so many years ago. The entrances and exits are very well hidden.

The inside of the facility is just as well kept as the X-Mansion ever was. The only real difference is that there is a good deal more metal. They are also buried deeply underground. Windows are programmed to play a steady scene that keeps track with the time, going through a full twenty four hours, so the individuals living inside the compound don't go stir crazy. It can be difficult to stay underground so long, to stay inside without any natural light or fresh air. There is an excess of living space so Dorm rooms may be single or double bed. It is up to the individual if they want a roommate or not.

Once settled in the staff and students began to go on rescue missions. Mutants are being gathered up and locked in facilities that are very much so concentration camps. Those that are considered too dangerous are never heard from again. There are also rumors of fatal experiments. Many of the missions are successful but eventually the MRD and SHIELD get wise and set traps to catch them. The Omega's blew through their mission without much trouble. The Alpha's had quite a bit of difficulty that ended with more than a few injured.

The Headmaster, Scott Summers, took the Alpha's and Omega's off of the active roster for a little while when it appeared that rescue missions were no longer safe. He still wanted their skills kept sharp and requested that their team leaders arrange training sessions. In the latest simulation their performance did not meet his standards. They didn't take it seriously, or they took it too seriously, and it made him fear for the safety of others.

Due to this, neither Alpha or Omega have been permitted to return to field work.



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The Alpha's and Omega's have essentially been grounded for two months in every sense of the words. The Headmaster and Headmistress have encouraged training sessions during this downtime. The state of the world does not seem to be getting any less dangerous. Canada is safe for now but there's always the unspoken question of how long it will remain so. Sentinel production, despite having destroyed a facility in Rochester, is still going strong. Advocacy for usage of Sentinels world wide is growing despite talks for peace.

Summers and Frost fear that the time will soon come where they will all be required to fight. They want to keep their staff and students safe but there is only so much that they can be protected from. Freedom and safety isn't guaranteed to those who wait and do nothing. The system regarding basic
human rights is completely ineffective. Mutants are not considered human.

Their fears are confirmed by an unexpected late night phone call.



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Scott Summers stood in the War Room with the glowing light of the vid-con elongating the shadowed angles of his face. The face that looked back at him was not one that he had expected to see. It would be impossible to tell what he was feeling were it not for the steady tick that made itself known on the left side of his jaw. The ruby-quartz glasses he wore hid eyes that might have added to an almost furious glower.

"You have some nerve hacking into our communications systems.", the Headmaster of the Xavier School for the Gifted spoke plainly. His tone was cold and standoffish. Not that it was anything new. He and SHIELD had barely seen eye to eye on a good day—Let alone in a world where said organization hadn't set a trap to capture and do god knows what to his people. "I assume you have something to say Director. Make it quick. You won't find our location from this transmission and you won't be able to bypass our security protocol again."


"Never one to mince words. I always liked that about you.", responded the african american man as he stared unflinchingly back at the current leader of mutants known as the X-Men. "Damn it, man. Don't give me that look. If you and yours had just followed the rules like everyone else we wouldn't be in this mess."

"No. We'd be dead.", Cyclops returned to the Director of SHIELD, Nick Fury, without missing a beat. He was still waiting for the generally blunt spy to get to the point. There was no way that he'd wasted resources of this magnitude on social call. The auburn haired man refused to say anything else and his baleful stare intensified.

Nick Fury sighed. For once, he seemed his age. "We have a problem. Something has changed. In the last political debate on mutant and human affairs the Sentinels turned on Trask during a demonstration. I don't know if you get cable in the hole you've been hiding in but things have gone from bad to worse. The mother ******** machines aren't following their programming anymore. They're targeting mutants and humans. They suddenly believe that we're all a threat. That humanity is a threat to itself."

Video feed popped up on the screen one after another. It showed Sentinels rounding up people and locking them in electrified pens. Scott couldn't tell from the grainy feed if they were mutants or humans...But it didn't really matter. He reached up and rubbed his chin as the video went on, posture tensing, when the Sentinels blew away a group of people that resisted.

There was no warning. No attempt to re-capture them. They were simply killed and burned to death via lasers.


"You understand now."
, Fury intoned to Cyclops. There was no question. This was worse than the carnage on Genosha. At least then, they'd been in control. SHIELD had tried everything they could, including hiring mercenaries to help contain any mutant threats, but now it was completely out of their hands. The Sentinels were three story tall killing machines that could wipe out cities in hours. "The humans that they do take alive are forced into labor camps and worked to the bone. This is new. Inside intelligence states that they are being worked twenty-four seven to build more Sentinels."

"...After everything that happened...How could you allow the Sentinel program a second time? This is on your head, Fury. You and every government official that let this pass. That let our people get cut apart for study. That let our people die because of something they had no choice in. You have endless actionable intelligence at your finger tips but YOU sat on your hands this whole time. You attacked us. We had a truce and you didn't hold up your end of the bargain.", Cyclops nearly growled out at the Director. His anger was warranted and palpable. He had a feeling he knew where this conversation was going and it made him want to blast a hole through the table. "Don't tell me that you couldn't have influenced the decision of the Registration Act. You could have stopped it and none of this would have happened."

"Enough of the preachy blame game, Cyke. We all made mistakes. What matters now is stopping this before it gets any worse. The damn robots are slowly taking over entire weapons systems and turning them against us. SHIELD can't do this alone. We're doing everything we can to slow them down. We need your help to end this before more innocent people die. We need your X-Men."

Cyclops paused, teeth grinding. There was a bigger picture that needed to be handled before he could lay into the all too smug Director of SHIELD. He knew that standing idly by while people died wouldn't sit well with anyone. At the same time, he was extremely hesitant to place his teams in danger, when it could be an elaborate trap. Still, he had never known Fury to be so back handed. The man was smart, he had his secrets, but would he really sink so low? He leaned back in the leather armed office chair and lowered his meager psychic defenses so that he could alert Emma. She always had a cooler head when it came to dealing with Fury. They conversed mentally while the Director impatiently waited on a reply.

"We'll need all the data you have on the Sentinels."
, Cyclops spoke, clearly, having gotten input from his 'better' half. Leave it to Emma to make sure that they got something out of SHIELD when they came crying for help."And, we'll need some assurances. The Registration Act gets canned and all of the mutant files that were obtained get obliterated."


"Done.", Fury responded immediately. Cyclops was a little surprised. Usually, the super spy had to get a little permission from the World Security Council before promising things. "It'll take time...But do this--Win this for us...And you have my word."

"You better keep it this time."

Scott hung up on Fury after providing what he would need to get them the data he'd requested. He sighed, just as Emma breezed through the automatic doors, looking perfect as ever.


"What did he say?"

She knew, of course, but Scott hated it when she read his mind. It reminded him too much of the psychic link that he'd shared with sacred cow--Jean Grey.


"Call everyone home...We're going to war."


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ProfScottSummers


Angel Reaver

Greedy Capitalist

PostPosted: Wed Aug 16, 2017 9:35 pm
Is there any just cause for feeling like this?
On the surface I'm a name on a list.
I try to be discreet but then blow it again.
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Code Name: Siren
Team: Alpha
Location: Gym
Ability: Sound Manipulation
Thinking: Morning Jog


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                                The songstress made her way around the indoor track that surrounded the outer edges of the gymnasium. It was early in the morning but not so early that she would have the space completely to herself. If they were at home, at the mansion on Greymalkin Lane, she would have run around the pond for an hour or two before dropping to the showers. If she was lucky she might have had time for a muffin and a coffee before class. As it stood, with the change in location, any of the higher education classes were on hold. There was too much to be done and not enough Professors to help do it.

                                The tan skinned woman had her hair pulled up into a high ponytail to keep it out of her face. She wore a black strappy sports bra with a gray twist back tank to cover it. On her bottom half she’d donned a pair of standard lightweight sprint tech capris. They had a reflective Academy logo on the lower right leg. Some of the girls wore more stylish clothing to work out in, but if she was going to get all gross, she didn’t feel like ruining a nice outfit.

                                Isabella hadn’t gotten much sleep. But then, she rarely did. She had a cheap 8GB Mp4 player strapped on her upper arm in a sport cuff. Bluetooth headphone let her listen to music wirelessly and kept her occupied. Both her comm and the watch that belonged to Leo was sitting over on a white towel near the entrance. She couldn’t wear all three and didn’t want to chance the watch getting broken again. It had been hard enough for Forge to fix the first time. She had newly minted love of Meghan Trainor when it came to workouts. The lyrics weren’t especially clever or anything but the songs definitely made her want to move. There was something old school about them that reminded her of Flashdance or Footloose. Both movies were a guilty pleasure.

                                About an hour into her run she noticed that a few other people were using the facilities. A couple students were doing strength training, some sparring, and some seeming like they were getting ready to set up for yoga. She stopped to get a drink of water from the bottle that she had sitting beside the track. Her head tilted when she noticed that one of the Omega guys was using the barbell bench press without a spotter. The leader in her, the part of her that wanted to protect people, pulled her toward the dark haired man without really thinking it through. “Hey…Christian, right?”, she greeted kindly, voice warm and friendly, despite being a little breathless. They’d met a few times in the past—including when he was having trolley races with Charlie when they first arrived. She took off her headset and let it sit around her neck. “You’re lifting a lot of weight…Did you bring someone to spot for you?”

                                A lot of weight was an understatement. If she remembered right, from the joint simulation and the files they were supposed to review, he had a werewolf mutation. Did it really make him that much stronger in human form? It was an interesting tidbit of information to file away for later. “I’ve got some free time if you’d like me to keep an eye on you for a little bit.”

                                “Not that I’m saying you need it..”
                                , she trailed off with an almost a reticent smile, “It just isn’t really safe to do that on your own. I mean you look fine and all, but it would make me feel better, if you had someone making sure you don’t accidentally drop that across your chest.”

                                Isabella hated coming off like a nagging babysitter. Christian was a full grown man who could definitely take care of himself. She’d seen him train with Katerina a time or two. He was better than he thought he was. Still. With Scott putting both teams on sabbatical for failing the Danger Room Simulation she wanted to be on her best behavior. They were, personally speaking, on very thin ice. Isabella didn’t want to add professional issues to the growing pile of animosity that lay between them. Scott Summers had always been one of her favorite people on the planet. Now, he was last person she wanted to see. The very last.

                                “I should probably just stop talking now.”, she muttered, hoping that she didn’t sound as stupid as she felt. Being the Alpha captain had done wonders for her public speaking skills but she still felt hesitant when approaching people for something that was really none of her business. Narcissa very well may lock Christian in some scary dark british prison for a week just for talking to her. Accepting her help was probably like hanging out with a cobra.

                                It never occurred to her that Narcissa may not be the one with the real problem.

                                It was right about then that she heard something confusingly familiar. A laugh. It was her laugh. But it wasn’t coming from her. What the…’, she turned toward the front double doors and felt a myriad of emotions settle in. Isabella couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. Her doppelganger leaned over to set down a carry bag on the bench and the songstress noticed the woman pick something up in the same movement. If she wasn't staring hard enough to burn holes through her she wouldn't have seen a thing.

                                It was either her comm or Leo’s watch. A small fire burned in the pit of her stomach as her good mood went south in a hurry. The only person capable of mimicking her form like that was well acquainted with the best ways to hurt her. She knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that if she went over and checked…The watch would be missing.

                                “You’ve got to be kidding me.”


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                                    Gym

                                    Katerina wasn’t sure what she was feeling. She also didn’t know what to do with it. Gunmetal blue eyes narrowed. A work out bag was slung over her shoulder as she stood outside them gym with her arms crossed. Aurelie came around the corner as promised and the shape shifter darted toward her. Taking her hand, she pulled the telekinetic back to where she’d been glaring, and pointed through the open door. “What is she doing?”, she demanded in a harsh, heavily accented, Italian whisper. “What could they possibly have to say to each other?”

                                    The former HYDRA had agent wanted to walk in, pick up the nearest empty power bar, and crack Isabella Stone upside the head with it. She was silent while she lingered longingly on that daydream for a little bit. It wouldn’t be the first on the last time she wanted to paint the walls with pieces of her fearless leader. Her eyes flickered as she sighed and rolled her shoulders.

                                    “I don’t know why I care.”, she admitted quietly to her best friend. Aurelie would keep her murderous thoughts to herself if she just so happened to catch on. The telekinetic kept her secrets without question. Katerina never wondered if they were safe with her. She just knew it. “I...”

                                    “I don’t.”,
                                    Katerina repeated lowly, squaring her jaw. No. She didn’t. Then why did she feel like doing something about it? The female shape shifter dropped her gym bag near the door and backed away where she couldn’t be seen. From there her form blurred and everything changed. From head to toe her skin and hair darkened. Her eyes became green instead of blue and she got a few inches taller. A moment later she was an exact replica of the Alpha Leader, down to the ugly work out gear, and the worn black sneakers.

                                    When her eyes settled back on Aurelie she smirked before toning it down. Isabella didn’t smirk. She smiled. She looked down at herself and was once again confused as to what all the fuss was over. “I suppose these are nice…”, she murmured, adjusting her chest in her sports bra to feel a little more comfortable. Her accent was completely gone and had been replaced with a vague Hispanic lilt. “But I really feel like I’m wearing a fleshy clown suit.”

                                    A large man approached the gym from the other end of the hall and Katerina decided to test her guise.Roland, just the person I was looking for.”, she spoke with a smile, approaching the man shaped mountain, picking up her duffel bag as she went. Ms. Nissley and I were just wondering what you were up to. We wanted to know if you might be willing to spar with us. I’m feeling a little rusty and Ms. Nissley would like to get some practice in herself.”

                                    That wasn’t entirely a lie. It was always easiest to stick as closely to the truth as possible when it came to pulling off a successful cover. After the training session in which Christian had gotten a little wolfy Aurelie had admitted that she’d liked when Gabriel looked to her for something. It occurred to her that the telekinetic wanted to be more self-sufficient. Katerina didn’t think it was a bad idea. She’d worry less if she knew that Aurelie had the confidence to put a bad guy on their asses with our without her powers.

                                    So, the informal practice sessions had begun. If she could whip Christian into shape she was certain that Aurelie would be no problem at all. The amish girl was a quick learner and had more skill at her disposal than most people had to start with. Telekinesis was basically the mother of all super powers. Her best friend, her only friend really, could be a force of nature. All she had to do was apply herself.

                                    The shape shifter headed into the gym with Roland and Aurelie, smiling sweetly, as she had seen Isabella do time and time again. “I’d ask one of the Professors but they’re so busy I don’t want to bother them…”, she trailed off with a light laugh. As Katerina set down her things on the bench she saw something familiar on a towel. Quick fingers picked it up, likely, without either person she was with noticing. She slid the oversized watch around discretely around her wrist and kept heading toward the blue training mats.

                                    “We’ve been working on reviewing a lot of the basics that they taught us in class. Submission holds have always been a little tricky for me. It feels really awkward. It’s a little embarrassing but I don’t want to show her anything incorrectly.”

                                    That was a lie. But, she figured that the sound manipulator wouldn’t like to utilize them. It was very personal, cruel, and painful. Isabella was a soft little kid that wouldn’t be able to apply the pressure necessary to get the job done. Her conscience wouldn’t let her. Not to mention that Katerina was curious. Roland outweighed Christian by at least fifteen to twenty ponds. Could she take both down the same way?

                                    Generally speaking, the easiest way to make a two-hundred pound man cry uncle was a solid submission. They were dangerous maneuvers that could turn even the toughest soldier into a quivering little girl. Some of them were impossible for her to pull off considering there was no way in hell she would be able to lift Roland to do it. But there were a few, including the black widow that she’d used on Christian that would do nicely.

                                    Her expression was innocent of all things as she smiled up at Roland—keeping his attention from the other side of the gym where the real Isabella Stone seemed to have noticed something was up.

                                    This just might be fun after all. She’d been waiting what felt like forever to take another shot at the Alpha leader. This might just be her lucky day.

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ephemeral spirit


Selena Lucania

Dangerous Lover

PostPosted: Thu Aug 17, 2017 1:07 am
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IT'S SO EMPTY LIVING BEHIND THESE CASTLE WALLS
IT'S SO EMPTY LIVING BEHIND THESE CASTLE WALLS
IT'S SO EMPTY LIVING BEHIND THESE CASTLE WALLS
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Team: Omega
Codename: Solaris
Location: Outside Sanctuary


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                          The sun was a lovely thing. Beautiful, bright, and warm. Even in the disgusting Canadian winter she wasn’t sure she’d seen anything more perfect in her entire life. Narcissa lay mostly content on a chaise lounge beach chair with the cold winter air tossing golden hair this way and that. The snow in her immediate vicinity had all but melted and she was clothed in little more than a swim suit. Why? She needed to recharge. Being trapped in the blasphemous hell hole that people had begun to refer to as ‘home’ was slowly killing her. It was a metal box buried deep in the earth. It was a tomb.

                          The sunlight couldn’t reach her there. She had to survive on the specialized UV Chamber that had been set up in her room. It was enough to keep her from withering away but it made her feel like she was only half herself. She felt weaker, more vulnerable, and definitely not the Red Queen that struck fear into the hearts of whiney little Alpha’s. For all intents and purposes she should have been freezing her a** off. No, the british woman was content, soaking up rays like a sponge.

                          If only their dear Headmistress would have allowed her to travel topside on her own. She turned her head to the side, wondering if Blake had turned into a popsicle, or if he was still managing. They couldn’t start a fire or anything to keep him warm. The smoke would give away the fact that someone was here, all the way out, lost in this wilderness. That was exactly the last thing they wanted. Not to mention, how would they explain her state of undress, and the fact that there were no tire tracks anywhere around. There was no way they’d walked on foot. “I told you that you could invite someone if you wanted. It’s a chance for fresh air but far from exciting. Frost said to bring a few for security reasons…No more than a handful.”

                          It was funny that Frost was worried about her wandering around an icy landscape alone. Narcissa wasn’t entirely sure what a ‘handful’ of people were but she guessed more than three. No more than five. That seemed reasonable. The sun goddess had left a message for Aren but she wasn’t quite sure what the size shifter was up to. They had appearances to keep. Especially since they couldn’t be bothered to keep their word about breaking things off. Neither could stay away from the other for long.

                          “If you feel hypothermic—Stand closer. I don’t need you sick.”


                          Her words weren’t orders or made out of concern. It was a statement of fact. It was far warmer where she was than where he was. She adjusted the sunglasses that she didn’t really need and exhaled slowly. This was the best she’d felt in ages. She could feel the time. They wouldn’t be able to stay outside too much longer. More than most of the staff and students the blond englishwoman missed their former lodgings. She’d started feeling like she had while living in London. Sick. Tired.

                          It was miserable to feel human. To need sleep, to need food, just so she didn’t burn through her energy reserves trying to function. If it weren’t for the fact that they were supposed to stay vigilant while she recharged her batteries she could have almost passed out right there.

                          “So…Have you finally gotten her out of your system? Or are you going to run away again?”, she questioned out of the blue, knowing that it was probably still a sore subject, despite his general good ole boy exterior. She sat up a little bit to pretend like she was actually paying attention. The Red Queen had a small idea of what had set the goody-two shoes on a bender a few months back. There was only one thing that made a man act like that. And he sure as hell wasn’t sleeping with Alice. The tabloids said so. The entirety of the base said so. Narcissa didn’t agree.

                          His heart belonged to an Alpha. It was the Omega curse, of course. It was ALWAYS an Alpha that made trouble for her team dynamics. Already she’d heard that a certain Alpha captain was hanging out with one of her new recruits. It was bothersome. It would make it twice as hard for her to break Azrak if Stone had already put little seeds of goodness and loyalty into him. Stone was like a lightning rod for wayward and mentally destroyed mutants. Which meant, that she would need to take a very, very close look at Azrak. There was something ******** up about him.

                          Which in turn, led her to wonder, exactly what was wrong with Blake Tanner. As far as she could see outside of some deep seated entitlement issues he was normal. He suffered under daddies expectations, pining after a girl that for whatever reason, he couldn’t have, and he was a mutant. But that didn’t add up. They were small damages. Nothing to worry about.

                          Although, matters of the heart did drive men crazy.

                          “If you’re planning on running…I hear the French Rivera is fabulous this time of year. Lots of sun. You could take your fashion challenged friend and stir up even more drama. Doesn’t that sound fantastic?”, she drawled slowly as she leaned back down. Brushing lengths of blonde hair out of her face she tapped her manicured nails on the arm of the chair.

                          This place was miserable. She, was miserable. The only real joy she had was making everyone else miserable with her.


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XXXXXXX IF I SHOULD TUMBLE; IF I SHOULD FALL; WILL ANYONE HEAR ME
XXXXXXX IF I SHOULD TUMBLE; IF I SHOULD FALL; WILL ANYONE HEAR ME
XXXXXXX IF I SHOULD TUMBLE; IF I SHOULD FALL; WILL ANYONE HEAR ME


NO BODY KNOWS I'M ALL ALONE
LIVING IN THIS CASTLE MADE OF STONE
I'M TRAPPED INSIDE IT ALL
 
PostPosted: Thu Aug 17, 2017 2:49 am
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XX【 】Name: Alexander "Lex" Magnus
XX【 】Codename: Wraith
XX【 】Team Affiliation: Alpha
XX【 】Location: Gym
XX【 】Actions: Parkour training, situational awareness

                          Early morning was not typically his preferred time to be awake. At least, before he came to the Institute. Now, with such a diverse population, he never had a time that was totally free of company. As such, he just got into the habit of going for less-populated times that allowed him to socialize a little. As such, he was in the gym with others, but this was a time most people were essentially bears. Nobody wanted to be super chummy this early. So Wraith used this time to try and get a workout in. Unlike many others though, he used his powers extensively as he trained. He had discovered that he could make up to two handholds that could support his weight easily at the same time. With that, he moved to an open area of the gym each morning and began to work on his own self-taught version of Parkour. The area was sparse, but he needed to be able to make his power even more natural and easy to use. He needed to make it on a whim. As such, he typically used the walls to wall-run up or jump off of to start with some altitude. His leaps were growing longer with repeated practice but not so high as to be a danger if he fell. The idea was to begin to make handholds or small footfalls midair with his powers. Quick gatherings of shadow that were at least strong enough to hold up his weight. Like other acrobats before him like Nightcrawler, he was training his body to move through the air in ways that most did not generally think of.

                          Typically, his days were spent with an hour or two here bouncing around, followed by some time in the library reading whatever books he could grab. His mind was another tool to use, and the time spent reading was carefully measured to equal that of his exercise. He needed to be ready to move as well as think his way out of a jam. At his age, he had his high school diploma, but he also was unsure as to what he could do for a life. In the months he lived with the others of his kind, all he wanted was to be of use to them and defend his extended family. He knew that the precepts of the Alpha method were to work as a team to save all lives . . . but he also couldn’t help how he felt. Give as you get. The humans hunted them. Imprisoned them for being alive. The rumors spoke of unthinkable fates for those unfortunate enough to be caught. Then there was the fact of their enforcers. The Sentinels. Massive tools of war on mutants that did not want a fight. The humans were forcing the mutants into fighting or hiding, and both seemed a losing proposition. As such, Wraith was still dedicated to empowering himself with a generalist education. Twice a day for 90 minutes per activity, he stretched his mind and trained his body.

                          The rest of his time was spent being visible to his fellow ‘moles.’ It was a joking term referring to them hiding underground for so damn long. Sure, Mr. Summers and Ms. Frost had their reasons. It didn’t change that the group hadn’t seen real sunlight or breathed fresh air in so long it was hard to think about what it felt like. Some were going quietly nuts, others were like Wraith and felt an emotional pressure. It didn’t make him crazy but did assure him that they were in a bunker. They were in self-imposed exile, a set of weapons of mass destruction honing their skills. The humans would see them as walking ICBMs, tactical nukes that have emotional fuses. The chicken or the egg . . . who made this situation so tense? Unaware of the recent developments, Wraith continued to bounce back and forth. He was up to several stages of leaps, swings, and jumps. Pushing himself hard, he was gyrating and moving with as much force as he could muster. The result was a growing sense of fluidity in his movements, sliding through the air as easily as an eel might glide through water.

                          At the same time, Wraith was keeping himself keenly aware of the few in the area with him. He had made a tentative friend in Paladin, in Roland Chevalier. The two were rivals and gained a healthy respect for one another. That said, Paladin was kind enough to him beyond combat. Enough to be worth seeking out for a word if the two passed each other in the halls. Then there was his fellow Alpha Siege. Gabriel seemed to like using his given name, but that was one thing that seemed to be hit or miss about Wraith. He didn’t like his old name. It represented the person he was before coming to this place. Before coming . . . home. He did not use the birth name ever unless he was forced to by an instructor. Most respected his wishes, but it got a little awkward when he referred to people by codenames. It was never an insulting tone- but to this mutant names like Roland, Gabriel, and Lex were signs of humanity. They were better. They were now Paladin, Siege, and Wraith. This arrogance didn’t have a chance to rear up in casual situations, so nobody knew just how deeply Wraith was in this logic.

                          This was the world he lived in. This elaborate bunker that was more than comfortable to live in, though he wished they could open a door and stroll outside from time to time. He had no idea when they would be able to do more than simulations and maturing in a concrete bubble. To that end, he was aware of the tension in the air. It didn’t directly involve him, but being aware of your surroundings is always a good thing. When so few were in the room with him, it was hard not to notice that something was going on.



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PostPosted: Thu Aug 17, 2017 7:05 pm
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Being on the bench was a real drag. She certainly understood where Frost and Summers were coming from, but that didn't change the fact that there was astonishingly little to do with classes on hiatus and no missions in the foreseeable future. At first, it had been great. All the time in the world to train, spend time with Cissa and Aren, enjoy Roland's company and hang out with her friends. However, over the course of two months she found her love of their "newfound" freedom starting to wane. She could only spend so much time locked away with Roland, and even training had lost its normal appeal. Turns out, she was more of a field girl than she realized.

For the first time in her entire life, a sense of boredom had followed her into the gym. It wasn't as bad when she had someone to challenge her - usually Roland or Charlie and his ever-present "bro" Christian. She still offered training help to anyone that asked for it. But where she normally could be found between things pounding a punching bag or jogging on a treadmill, she found herself instead looking for other ways to pass the time.

It was kind of funny. When they were on missions, all she could think about was getting back into the "normal" routine of being a 20-year old woman with friends and a boyfriend. When left to her own devices, she wished that there was a mission to break up the "boredom" of everyday life.

Stepping off the elevator, her fingers pushed back through her ginger locks, moving the weight of her hair from one side to the other with a soft sigh. She already knew that Cissa wouldn't approve of her black yoga pants and maroon sleeveless t-shirt, but she would take the punishment if/when it came. A tan messenger bag hung across her chest, padding gently against the back of her thigh with each step as she made her way to her destination - one of the common areas with a large table and chairs she could monopolize for awhile.

Pulling out her phone she shot a text off to Roland, knowing he would be on his way to the gym. He had asked if she wanted to come when they woke up, but she had politely declined. As much as she loved training with him, and they had been doing a lot of it lately, she couldn't bring herself to spend another morning in the gym. Of course, he understood and they had parted with a kiss or two.

"Don't wear yourself out too much. Come find me when you're done. xo"

Her message sent, she found herself arriving at her destination. The common room was simple enough, with a table and chairs, couch and lounge in front of a television and decent lighting. She had been working on some potential modifications to her suit, now that she had the time. It helped keep her mind occupied, which was what she needed now more than anything; even physical activity.

"Right, so...last time on Bored Out of Our ******** Minds we were trying to reconcile the strain on the joints with the thrusters," she muttered to herself in her best narrator voice. Clutching her pencil between her teeth, she spread her notes out on the table next to her, fishing around in her bag for the engineering textbook she had checked out from the library. No one said their training had to be purely physical.

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Alex had found the two month break to be nice. Well, as nice as staying two more months in a bunker could be. She missed the outdoors, but she didn’t dare to go out much or very long. She did not want to push her immune system and end up down with the flu, pneumonia, or something more serious as a result. Nether the less, it didn’t stop her from desiring such every now and then. She tended to try and do two birds with one stone by using the simulation room when allowed.

Ever since the teams got benched, the team didn’t seem to use it all that much. But, the feeling of grass beneath her bare feet as she did various stretches felt nice. In the back of her mind, she knew the wind brushing against her face or the sun high above her were not the real thing. The technology that ran the simulation though made it hard to remember the illusionary nature of the grassy lands.

Just as she stood up from stretching her legs, she glanced over at the other person that had joined her. Apparently, she hadn’t been the only one to be craving the outdoors yet not wishing to freeze themselves off. The gym did not offer the ability to get some exercising done in the heat of the sun. “I never knew how much I would miss the outdoors until living here.” She remarked a bit tentatively. Sure, Aren had been friendly enough the few times they talked. But, she didn’t know if he was in a talkative mood.

“I remember not caring for it much when I was younger. Going outside meant risking getting sick for me. It still does.” Maybe he didn’t care to know an explanation. She must have really craved to break the silence caused by her having to pick a countryside rather than a bustling city. “But, I now know I was taking having the opportunity to do such for guaranteed.” If they ever did get to leave here, she knew she would try to be outdoors more. Baby steps though of course.

She furrowed her eyebrows briefly while stretching her arms above her head. “I wonder if I’m the only one to feel that way though.” Alex frowned faintly. To be honest, she knew she couldn’t be the only one getting a tad bit stir crazy. However, she just didn’t know if what she experienced was better or worse than some of the others (since some around here acted more outdoorsy than herself). “I can only assume at least you feel the same huh?” She tried to cheer herself up by taking on a playful tone. “Unless you just like humoring me about spending time in the simulation room?”

While Alex had a feeling that wasn’t the case, her curiosity got a bit of the better of her. Not every day she got to talk to Aren after all. So, might as well ask right, no matter how silly or not?



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Then, of golden sunshine that spills into Simulation Room
Till our brains intertwine with Aren"
 

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PostPosted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 5:26 am
Two months of practical inactivity could perhaps drive someone mad. That was if everything a human being or a figure with proper sentience anyways didn't have various recreational outlets to keep their mind stimulated. He had already worked out per his morning ritual. Now, he had the option of sitting inside either the computer lab, science lab, reference section or the library. All were places that had particular subjects he was looking for, the science lab perhaps being the more bizarre of the choices in that it was vastly different. Maybe just for that matter, that would be where he would go as he walked down the hall. Sometimes he was a simple man, after all. Making and playing with putty for the heck of it out of nothing more than boredom. Either that or he would do something off the wall that probably made a lot of individuals veer away from him...Well, let's just see what it was he would do and if anyone else came inside to want to have a conversation or interact, they could either stay and get weird or bail. It was their choice and he couldn't care more or less to know how to have a good time on his own. Sides, there was a television in there on the wall with the latest on modern events given they were isolated from everything else. He would be killing two birds with one stone.

He stepped into the dark, cold room, flicking the lights on as he turned the television on. He let the large device play, not paying it much mind except every once in a while when a particular subject came up. Being a man of his word, he was just collectively playing around with a few safe chemicals, making the gelatinous putty that most liked to toy around with. That was until an idea had come to mind on how to take such a thing and perhaps alter its properties to utilize on field projects. It would sort of be foolish to rely on powers most of the time after all, so he slapped on glasses that really were not needed, but gave him the sense of deep thought and got to work by pulling a board close of which to cover with the start of a new formula. Of course, if he made a proper compound, he would need to test it out in an actual room designed for it lest he land himself in trouble for causing a fire or worse. The idea of a large gelatinous blob chasing everyone around gave way to one extremely old film.

For now, starting with the basics helped. What could he do to make the element before him react to oxygen and expand as a result? He slapped a few books on the desk that were under the professor’s desk. His particular aim was to find material and structure that reacted to oxygen and or hydrogen as a result. One that had come to mind was to utilize Alkali based metal from what he was reading. For the time being, he put the notion of adding to the already mixed putty as chances were, it would begin to solidify at that point. Right now, he wanted to know if he would get the reaction he was desiring when opening a can of the aluminum based metal refined to dust for this very purpose. He turned on a burner and got ready to test the theory out, having a magnet on standby as he added a hydrogen base to the metal.

Perhaps he would be there for a few hours, but per the instructions he read in an effort to make such a harmless substance practically dangerous, his thoughts led to a result. He heard the sizzling and that was when he formed a thick layer of water around the experiment like a cylinder after pulling it from the pipes of the sinks nearby. He slapped on gloves and reached for a dropper, collecting a small substance of liquid borax sodium. With thick gloved hands coated with water once more to be truly safe. He squeezed on the dropper as a small amount was applied to the burning chemical and magnetized base he produced. In just that short of a time, it reacted, going off with a pop to which the water kept secure. Now, he was getting somewhere.


Location: Sixth Floor, Science Lab
With: Nobody presently
Thoughts: Finding ways to add to the arsenal.

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                                                          xPer routine, he and Christian spent their mornings in the gym. Sometimes Kerrigan joined them, sometimes Charlie met up with her later to get some more sparring in. He could only spend so much time at the gym, though. Working out and sparring was fun, but without anything else to break it up, it started to bore the Arizona native. Luckily, he had his best friend to help him find other, more creative ways to have fun - even if it sometimes got them into trouble. Still, he was starting to feel restless. At first the break had been nice, but it was starting to feel so mundane.

                                                          Today Charlie was running late, and Christian had headed out before him. The probability sensor took his time getting ready and started off toward the gym late enough that he was sure that his werewolf sidekick had already started without him. That is, if he hadn’t made a detour to the kitchen first.

                                                          As he left his room he grabbed his gym bag and hung it over one shoulder, conning his usual shorts and a tank top. However, as he passed through the common room, something caught his attention. Kerrigan sitting at one of the tables. It was hard to miss that long, red hair and it drew him over to the table quickly enough. He dropped his bag on the ground and crossed his arms over his chest.

                                                          ”Not feeling the gym today?” he asked, curiously looking over the schematics spread out across the table.

                                                          Kerrigan had become a good friend since the laser tag simulation. They trained together, and sparred a lot. Neither of them had the heavy hitting abilities of the rest of their team, and used them mainly in combat - it was kind of refreshing to spar with someone who couldn’t turn into a giant werewolf. And their abilities helped them learn from each other - she could copy his moves, and he could learn the body language used for hers to make it easier to predict. It at least gave him a fighting chance, without his ability he was sure she would beat him every time.

                                                          He’d made friends with a number of people on base, but tended to spend more time with Kerrigan than any of the other - aside form Christian of course. She was smart, fun, and kicked a lot of a**. It was always fun to hang out with her.

                                                          ”What’s all this? Are you finally getting around to making me a badass suit like yours?”

                                                          He liked to remind her every now and then, to make sure she didn’t forget about it. She’d told him that he had to prove himself before he earned it. It wasn’t easy to do without any assignments. A grin warmed his features, giving away that he was only teasing.

                                                          "Anything I can help with?" Even though he had absolutely no idea what he was looking at, it seemed like an interesting change of pace. And he needed some kind of change. He felt like he was going crazy lately, doing the same thing every day. Maybe Kerrigan would find some use for him that would keep him busy for a while.


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PostPosted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 8:42 pm
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Location: Gym
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User Image Two months had gone by. Two months where they were all sequestered into the bunker beneath the Canadian wilderness. Two months of the same concrete walls, fluorescent lights, and the same routine. Get up, eat breakfast, train, read, spend time with Kerrigan, sleep, repeat. Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat. Much as he did enjoy his time with Kerrigan, but the fact that they were effectively grounded inside a giant underground sardine can just stifled everything. It was in its own way, a form of torture. Not one that was intentional, but a form of torture all the same. It was the monotony, the static nature of their confinement, that weighed on the warrior. Training only did so much to satisfy the desire to do something out in the world.

And so this morning started out like the same. He woke up, cleaned himself up, and headed over to the gym. He pulled out his cellphone after receiving a text, from Kerrigan, telling him to find her after he was done working out. He smiled and quickly typed back to her:

“Today’s gonna be a light day, but I will come find you after.”

Taking a few moments to stretch, he moved onward towards the gym. His muscles ached to be unleashed, to go harder than the other day. But he couldn’t do that, not after what he’d done yesterday. So today it was going to be some cardio and calisthenics, stuff to get the heart pumping and keep his body lean. Reaching the facility he saw Isabella and Aurelie approach him. She wanted to see if he was willing to spar with the two of them, they both needed to work on their hand to hand combat skills. Nothing out of the ordinary there, the two of them weren’t exactly physically oriented mutants. Their powers were more abstract, than others. Potent, and in many ways far more powerful than what he’d be able to accomplish. But where they had potency in that regard, they were often lacking in the ability of self-defense. They couldn’t rely on telekinesis and sonic manipulation forever. So he contemplated Isabella’s request for a moment, cracking his knuckles joint by joint.

“Sure.” he said, taking a moment, he gestured for them to follow him over to the mat. A different kind of workout today eh? Should be interesting. he thought to himself as he waited for them to come forward. He took a moment to consider why they approached him given the fact that he was an Omega. Surely they had an Alpha with sufficient skill. Like Katerina for instance. He'd seen her training with fellow Omega Christian. If memory served, she had some skill. He'd have to figure out where she got that kind of training. Then again, he wondered where the shapeshifter was. From what he'd gathered in these past couple months, she was not one to leave the telekinetic alone. Even if it was just for training with a superior. But, no matter, he'd do what he could with the girls. The big guy asked them, kindly “So which submission holds do you want to work on? Armbar? Rear-naked? Kimura? I can happily be a crash test dummy for a rear-naked, I’m known for having a thick neck. Takes a few seconds longer to put me down than others. Doesn’t sound like a whole lot much, but a few more seconds of consciousness means a few more opportunities of getting yourself the hell out of that kind of a jam in the first place.” he gently rapped against his 17 inch neck with a couple fingers, right next to the carotid artery. Try as she might, Kerrigan still couldn’t get him to pass out as fast as the others.

“The one I likely won’t recommend working on the triangle choke. If you two are at a point where you two need to use that you’re already up s**t creek without a paddle.” he added. The two of them should have the ability to fight, but frankly if they get to that point the fight might very well be over for both of them. They haven’t had as much training in hand to hand as the people they’d likely face, even if they have a natural knack for this sort of thing, experience will always win out in the end.

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                                                                Two months.

                                                                Two months had passed since he’d destroyed his friendship with Bella, but every day still felt like a lifetime, filled with regret from letting himself slip. And it wasn’t as though they had been busy enough for him to be distracted. At night, booze had become his greatest ally, but after the fiasco of tabloids from taking Alice out, he had remained underground - far away from cameras and speculation. Days he filled with training, and it certainly showed. Though he had never been someone who lacked obvious strength, he had likely gained ten pounds of muscle from his regimen. He would have been working out right now, except the Omega Queen had called on him to sit with her outside.

                                                                No doubt as a punishment for his former friendship with her arch nemesis. Holding his knees to his chest, he sat quietly, refusing to shiver - just in case Narcissa could find joy in his suffering. “There’s no need for company up here. Most of the Omegas might try something stupid for being let out of the cage after so long.” He responded, searching the cloudless sky for something to focus on. “It’s not worth jeopardizing our hiding place simply for a conversation.

                                                                She offered to let him stand closer for warmth, and a sound caught in his throat. Was she… being nice? Glancing at her askance, it was impossible to completely conceal his suspicion. “Forge tempered the suit with a heater.” Blake said, pressing a button to turn it up. “There was a lot of science mumbo jumbo involved in his lecture, but it basically amounted to: press this button.” And despite his present company, his southern twang held a little humor from poking fun at the tech guru. “Thanks though. I don’t want to create a shadow while you recharge.

                                                                He fell silent again, but Narcissa seemed wont to talk. Sighing, he cocked his head and contemplated the reasoning for her curiosity. It wasn’t like her to care. Had she made the jab simply to see if he’d cower? Or did she think his loyalty would sway back to the Alpha eventually? “I’ve gotten really good at avoiding her.” He stated, attempting to make his tone void of hurt. When you loved someone, did they ever really leave your system? “Whiskey has taken care of the rest. And the fighting.” He’d done enough of that in the last two months to consider taking up MMA. He gave Narcissa a rare grin at that. Too well she knew about the brawls and random sim room sessions, and the subsequent trips to see Elixir when he broke something. It had been a common occurrence six weeks ago, but as he slowly accepted his role in Bella’s life, his belligerence had lessened by several degrees.

                                                                Even still, his behavior hadn’t been what most would have recognized from six months ago. Instead of the gentleman always willing to go the extra mile, he walked around with a chip on his shoulder. He had withdrawn from most social interactions (outside of Alice, who refused to let him be a recluse), and when he wasn’t drinking or training, he did whatever he could to avoid contact with other people.

                                                                Running isn’t necessary. It’s getting easier, but I am looking at law schools for the fall.” He replied, not really sure why he was telling her this. She wasn’t the type to actually care; honestly, he doubted she was even listening. “Besides, it’s my fault anyway.” How could he ever hope that someone would see him as more than he was: a trust fund with a lot of familial obligations? He’d been foolish to believe that Bella had seen more there. “I think I saw something that didn’t really exist because I wanted to have an out, but you can’t really escape your fate.” No doubt, of all the people on the base, this blond basking in the sun would understand. Her own family hadn’t been all that unsimilar to his.

                                                                In a lot of ways, after everything, he could see why she kept everyone at arm’s length. It hurt less not to have those expectations.

                                                                A genuine laugh escaped him when Narcissa suggested he take Alice to the French Riviera to stir up more drama. “The tabloids would love it for sure.” He said, blue eyes glittering with the first bit of mirth he felt since coming topside. “And my father…” He nearly snorted. “The Democrats would consider it a service to Texas if he had a massive coronary.


 

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                                      It had been Katerina’s idea to train. Pulling her blond hair into a high pony, Aurelie didn’t bother to check the mirror before leaving. Workout clothes weren’t fashionable - no matter if her sister insisted that they could be. She had graciously supplied both Kat and herself with high performance yoga shorts and sports bras, claiming that it was a travesty to exercise in baggy t-shirts and sweatpants.

                                      Heading out of the room, the telekinetic took very little time to make it to the gym. Rounding the corner, she let out a squeak of surprise when Kat snatched her hand and tugged her to where she’d apparently been staring. Aurelie tilted her head as she took in the scene that had her bestie in such distress. Isabella was talking to Christian. Her shoulders nearly touched her ears with a shrug. “I’m not sure…” She said, a frown tugging at her lips, unsure of how to respond.

                                      Because, he’s your friend.” She intoned quietly. And he’s talking to the enemy. Not that Aurelie necessarily believed that Isabella Stone was the root of all evil, but Italian certainly did. And Christian had become a favorite of the ex-hydra agent.

                                      Kat’s jaw set with steel determination as she insisted that she didn’t care. Aurelie’s eyebrow rose of its own accord, questioning the truthfulness of that statement. “It’s alright to -” And in that second, Katerina became an exact replica of the Alpha leader. “Right. You don’t care.” The blond said sarcastically. A crease formed in her forehead and she sighed. “Don’t do anything that’s going to get you locked up again…” She both warned and pleaded her bestie. “I promised Scott that you’d behave, and this time I’m an accessory to whatever plan you’re cooking up…” Because there was no way in hell she was letting Kat out on her own when that green streak of envy was a mile wide.

                                      The shape shifter checked out her own handiwork, and Aurelie snickered. “I’m sure she’d love to hear that you think her rack is nice.” She laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. Kat darted off, and Aurelie kept pace. Smiling once at Roland, the telekinetic adjusted the strap of her bag so it wouldn’t bite into her shoulder before eyeing Bella-2 with a small amount of suspicion. Just what was she up to?

                                      Nervous that Kat could pull off being so saccharine with ease, Aurelie played with her hair and looked to the ground so as to not give anything away. One thing was certain; she was definitely not spy material. Holding her breath, she followed Kat over to the bench and deposited her belongings next to the duffel, missing that the shape shifter had picked up a watch. She started talking about submission holds, and the former ballerina nearly choked.

                                      I’m sure just some basics of pressure points to incapacitate would be fine…” But both seemed keen on this exercise, Roland readily accepting his role as a crash dummy. “I’m not sure the differences in holds…” Aurelie admitted near silently, feeling her face flush. This was so not going to end well. “Normally if someone threatens me, I just put them in a bubble.” Shrugging at the admission, she gave a small smile to the Omega.

                                      Shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot, Aurelie brushed a few stray wisps of blond hair from her sapphire eyes. “Hand to hand isn’t something I ever really thought I would need…” Ballerinas didn’t fight, after all. Why would she have ever anticipated needing skills to defend herself? "So a beginner hold would probably be good..."

 
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                      If it weren’t for his entanglement with Narcissa, being stuck inside for two months would have driven him to return home for good. But the invisible thread that irrevocably tied him to the Omega leader would not allow him to stray too far from her side. The blond was as necessary as air; her life gave his meaning, a purpose. They kept trying to sever the rope holding them together, but it was more like an invincible elastic band; the more they tried to pull apart, the harder it snapped them back together.

                      He had promised her that today would be the day; they’d be strong. They’d stop bumping uglies and move on - for both of their sake’s. She had a team to lead; he had plans that didn’t involve staying alongside the pale faces. But keeping his word was proving difficult, especially when she offered him a place on the security detail outside. Nearly mad with need to be close to his other half, Aren walked the halls of their underground living quarters without a destination in mind.

                      Not really paying attention to where he ended up, a voice pulled the Native American from his thoughts. Chocolate eyes searched for the source of the voice as he readied his smile. “I did… but I never expected we’d be living in a tomb when I came to the X-men.” He said, wiggling his toes in the grass. “Had I known, I’d have stuck with the goofy transformations, no matter how much the shrunken head thing freaked my Na’a out.” He might have showed her what he meant, but he couldn’t really control when the mess-ups happened.

                      Taking a seat in the dirt near her, he listened as she explained her former aversion to being outdoors. “I would have withered away as a child then... ” He said, unable to imagine his life if he hadn’t been able to roam the woods and mountains on the reservation. “We were always outside; hunting, working with wood, exploring the great unknown.” He explained, his tone longing.

                      He shook his head when she said she might have been the only one to feel that way. “I think ‘cabin fever’ is a good way to describe it. After being cooped up, it’s a wonder that we all haven’t started turning on each other or making babies.” He grinned at the latter; it wasn’t from lack of practice that he hadn’t helped make a baby yet. “I feel like we’re stuck in an endless simulation of Fallout Shelter.

                      He shrugged when she seemed to question what had brought him here and glanced up at the fake sky. He could almost believe it was real because he was starting to forget what it really looked like. “I honestly am just a walking zombie at this point. I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going, or I’d not have come here.” He chuckled at that, and then decided to fill the poor girl in. “If Ki’somma ever found out I willingly came to the sim room, she might actually start making me do exercises…” His face scrunched then, his expression making it known what he thought of actual effort in practice.

                      Pretending to glance around, he hunched over momentarily and tried for a loud whisper. “You don’t think she’ll know, do you?


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