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Post by Emma Frost on Feb 26, 2007 21:49:10 GMT -5
Emma gave a big smile, trying to contain the laugh. It was funny how she doubted Alphonse, but he managed to fool and confuse Alex. Maybe Alphonse was better at these things than Emma thought. The White Knight sure deserved an applaud. Not many people made the White Queen laugh. She was in a good mood, something that was rare. She was even forgetting her plans to torture the old elder beside her.
"I guess this is where I just...leave."
"Darling, don't leave. He may be my boyfriend..." she started, rolling her eyes. For once, she was actually taking an order from Alphonse and torturing the poor boy. "...but I enjoy company, he gets really annoying. And I mean very" stretching 'very'. For some reason, Emma felt like a child again. She didn't like it at all. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, and played around with her own mind. She erased the memory of Alex getting fooled, and opened her eyes. She was her boring extremely fun, sexy, manipulative, torturing old self.
"Red eyes? What does that make you?"
After hearing those words, she knew that a fight would break out unless they both kept cool. She just feared that she was going to have to get involved, and induce pain into both their minds. But, Emma wouldn't mind a fight on the other hand. It would be....refreshing. But, they both could just walk away. She wasn't a fortune teller.
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Post by Alphonse Giordano on Feb 26, 2007 22:17:59 GMT -5
"Red eyes? What does that make you?"
Alphonse glanced around, before turning around and bending over, reaching for his eyes....and pulling off two colored contact lenses, red in color. He turned back, and held them up to Alex, showing that he had normal, green eyes. He had a look that said, "Accuse me? How dare you." But that look was replaced by contempt, and he spoke now fully audibly.
"That would make me: someone with a need for correctional lenses. For fun, I decided to get red ones to perk reactions...so I'm guessing that a little bit of astigmatism makes me a freak like you huh? Are you calling me a freak?
This stirred a bit more grumbling from the surrounding crowd, and Alphonse gave a look that meant that he was ready to fight.
Emma, you are going to like this. You of course know how it only takes the wise old man yelling 'get him' to start a riot against a target, si? I'm just going to make this one show what he can do, then cue the old man to start the crowd, and make our exit. He's a Summers, and I know that he's a Xavier pawn. I might have peeked into their files...just get little sparky to strike first, then we can retire to knowing that we ruined one life, and started a riot with headlines tonight: "Local Mutant Attacks Citizen-Witnesses Outrage." I know you can't resist that.
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Post by Alex Summers on Feb 26, 2007 23:13:26 GMT -5
When the other man bent over and did something he'd seen his brother do several times with the ruby quartz contacts Alex sighed. He shifted on his feet. Not only had he made moves on the man's girlfriend but he had probably just insulted him in his eyes. Not that Alex felt that there was anything wrong with being a mutant but that couldn't be said to be the case with everyone.
"Darling, don't leave. He may be my boyfriend..." she started, rolling her eyes. For once, she was actually taking an order from Alphonse and torturing the poor boy. "...but I enjoy company, he gets really annoying. And I mean very"
Again he was beat to the proverbial punch...
"That would make me: someone with a need for correctional lenses. For fun, I decided to get red ones to perk reactions...so I'm guessing that a little bit of astigmatism makes me a freak like you huh? Are you calling me a freak?
"Look...man...seriously...no need to be like that," Alex said quickly as he raised his hands up in front of him. His anxiety level was rising as adrenaline kicked in. He'd been taught how to handle situations like this. He wasn't exactly the most level headed of men, still he was trying here, "I didn't mean to insinuate anything."
Well, actually he had but that was beside the point. For those with a sensitive nose, the smell of ozone could be tasted in the air as the young hot head began to play the game set for him. He'd never been in this kind of situation alone, usually he'd let the other more level headed person take charge to keep things calm.
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Feb 26, 2007 23:45:31 GMT -5
Remy had heard the voices speaking nearby and caught a generous amount of information from it. Were they talking about mutants? Probably. He was more concerned with how wrapped up they were in the conersation. One of them could make an easy target.
He had a half-eaten taco in one hand as he strolled slowly behind Alex. He too had red eyes, like the other man. Remy just stood there though, nonchalantly having his back half-turned to them so he could hear them well enoguh withotu looking like he was part of the conversation.
Something could get ugly. He shoved the rest of the taco into his mouth, sipped down his iced-tea, and tossed them both into the garbage that was a few feet away with pinpoint accuracy.
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Post by Emma Frost on Feb 27, 2007 19:16:34 GMT -5
Emma, you are going to like this. You of course know how it only takes the wise old man yelling 'get him' to start a riot against a target, si? I'm just going to make this one show what he can do, then cue the old man to start the crowd, and make our exit. He's a Summers, and I know that he's a Xavier pawn. I might have peeked into their files...just get little sparky to strike first, then we can retire to knowing that we ruined one life, and started a riot with headlines tonight: "Local Mutant Attacks Citizen-Witnesses Outrage." I know you can't resist that. Mhm, sounds interesting so far. You know, I'm not easily amused. Plus, showing me a display of his powers will determine if he's worth my time. The rose smells so good, you should smell it. Certainly better than those old slobs trying to make a move on me. Where were you when that was happening? I thought that your job was to protect the White Queen. I shouldn't get off topic. Just tell me whenever to make the pathetic slob shout those things.
She just stood there, enjoying the show being performed in front of her. She was here to go shopping for outfits, but ended up in a fight. Well, maybe not a fight, but something very similar. Just then, a telepathic poke told her that there was someone else around her. She looked around, to find a male standing beside them. He wasn't facing them, so it didn't look like he was trying to join in. She never thought that he was east-dropping on their conversation, and she didn't bother to find out. If she entered his mind to figure out, she might miss the cue to make the old man speak.
She looked at the elder, finding it a tad awkward that he was just standing there. To her, it seemed kind of obvious that they were up to something. She made the elder shake his head, and continue walking to a nearby trashcan. But, the thing was, that she left her body lifeless as she entered the man's body. She couldn't move physically, nor speak. But, when she transferred herself to the other body she kept her mental powers.
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Post by Alex Summers on Mar 1, 2007 0:05:47 GMT -5
Alex didn't really know why but he was suddenly feeling surrounded. He could the predatory gaze of the man in front of him like cold ice on his spine. He nearly shivered knowing fully that even Bobby Drake couldn't make him feel this cold. He glanced from one of them to the other. The fact that no one had backed down after his thrown together apology only partially surprised him.
It reminded him just how difficult his task was going to be in living up to his brother's memory. He was angry, of course. But could he really allow himself the luxury of giving in to it? It took more than stifling the anger he was feeling at the suggestion that being a mutant was wrong for him to back down. It took tamping down his pride as well.
"Sorry to bother you folks. I'll be going now," Summers couldn't know that there was a thief behind him simply waiting for the chance to strike. Truth be told, he WAS an easy mark. He smiled as warmly as he could. He found it strange that the woman was simply looking at him blankly now too. This couple was playing games with him and he didn't like it at all.
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Post by jazzlawyer on Mar 8, 2007 15:26:51 GMT -5
Katherine Pryde was not the sort of person who enjoyed hanging out at shopping malls. Those type of girls had money, loved fashionable clothes and had little else interesting about them. Kitty tended to shop for her clothes at second hand stores, and tended to amuse herself buying computer parts and working on her gadgets and technology. She might not have any real training in that area, but she loved it.
Still today she had to buy some back-to-school supplies since she was returning to the Xavier Institute afer an absence following the death of Charles Xavier. Getting stuff was just so much easier in a mall, than travelling to each individual store.
She had stopped in the food court for lunch, her backpack full of supplies, when she spotted Alex Summers. She had not really known the younger Summers much but they had been at Xavier's at the same time, and though he was not around for the events that had nearly destroyed the school she still figured that losing his brother had probably been just as hard as losing Xavier had been on the rest of them.
Alex had been talking to two other people, neither of which Kitty knew, but now he seemed to be taking his leave. She gave him a wave and approached him holding her plastic tray with a corn dog, french fries and a Coke. "Alex, hey. It's good to see you. You're the first one from Xavier's I've run into since coming back."
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Post by Alex Summers on Mar 9, 2007 13:33:03 GMT -5
"Alex, hey. It's good to see you. You're the first one from Xavier's I've run into since coming back."
Alex was very relieved to see Kitty heading his way. When she greeted him he smiled, seeing his out. He had been on the verge of losing control. He was a little ashamed of himself for almost losing it in public but something about the guy with the red contacts just irked him. He still thought the woman was hot but her blank expression was sort of a turn off. He turned to Kitty, nearly bumping into the guy with the trench coat, "Oh, hey, sorry dude."
Alex was forced to place a hand against the man's back to steady himself, "Excuse me, brah."
He walked up to Kitty and smiled, "Good to see you. You want to grab a table and do some catching up?"
He hadn't seen her much since Xavier's funeral. She looked good though, somehow older, more womanly. He noticed her school supplies and said, "I can help you with some of that if you want? The food is probably much more important right about now." He didn't want to think about the graves back at Xavier's, maybe if they talked about something else instead, "So...tell me about your trip? What did you do?" He took a seat at the first empty table he came too and looked back over his shoulder at the people he had just been talking to. He didn't know why but he felt like he should make a mental note about those two. They seemed like trouble. Hopefully, he was done with them.
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Post by Kitty Pride on Mar 9, 2007 21:36:57 GMT -5
Kitty shrugged, slipping into a seat across from Alex, still eyeing the people he had been talking to. There was something weird about them, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Turning her attention back to the young Summers brother she shrugged in a non-comital way, a gesture that communicated neither pleasure or displeasure at the time away from the Xavier Institute.
"I played divoced parents tag," she said, "I hadn't been back home since the divorce and now my mom's dating a guy and my dad's in Chicago. So I split my time between them. My mom made me keep being a mutant secret from her new boyfriend, and my dad couldn't resist telling everyone we met that I was one of those mutant heroes from TV."
She shook her head. The government had tried to sweep the battle at Alcatraz under the carpet but even the lazies media could not miss something like the Golden Gate Bridge being used as a landing device for a mutant invasion of the old prison. The best had been done to keep the X-Men's involvement out of the press, but there were still rumours of a battle between good and evil mutants. Kitty's father had found out that she was there and after making sure she was okay, had been much too proud of her. Her mom had not wanted to hear about it.
Taking a bite of the corn dog, kosher of course, she looked at Alex, "How are you doing? I guess it's a bit weird around the school for you with either of them."
She meant Scott and Xavier, but she could also have been meaning Jean. Kitty had been close to Xavier and it had been devestating to lose him but time was healng the wound and she had not been as close as Alex and Charles nor had she lost family.
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Post by Alex Summers on Mar 11, 2007 11:40:09 GMT -5
"I played divorced parents tag," she said.
"I went through that with my grandparents and my Dad too." He said with a wistful smile. He hadn't seen his father in a while. Well, not really since his brother's funeral. Sometimes it seemed like they no longer had anything to say to each other. Scott had always been the one who was more like Dad. Though he couldn't remember her much at all, Alex always felt like he was more like his Mom. They had the same smile.
"I hadn't been back home since the divorce and now my mom's dating a guy and my dad's in Chicago. So I split my time between them. My mom made me keep being a mutant secret from her new boyfriend, and my dad couldn't resist telling everyone we met that I was one of those mutant heroes from TV."
"Chicago is cool." He leaned back in his chair, remembering something, "My granddad took me to see the Dodgers play them once. It was the first time I got to co-pilot a plane. O'Hare is a cool airport." "How are you doing? I guess it's a bit weird around the school for you with either of them."
He looked down at his feet for a second. His posture changing more than he would have liked. He hated still feeling this way at the sheer mention of 'them.' He looked across the table at his friend and shrugged. Alex swallowed hard. There really wasn't anything he could say beyond, "Yeah...its weird. You'll see."
"I'm sure Bobby will be glad to see you back too," he wondered if she would find the place quiet too. It was odd to be in a house full of people and feel totally alone. All the more reason to kick more bad guys ass. That was the other thing that was bothering him. The Cure had been pretty much over for months and yet they hadn't heard about any sort of mutant retaliation not from Magneto...not from anyone. It was unsettling and worse, it gave Alex entirely too much time to think. He looked across the table and smiled at her, "Yeah, it will be good to have you back, definitely."
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Post by Kitty Pride on Mar 11, 2007 14:21:30 GMT -5
"I'm sure Bobby will be glad to see you back too."
Kitty shrugged, Bobby and her were friends and while she was sure he would be glad to see her he would never be as glad as she wanted him to be. In truth she had had a huge crush on him the year before and even though it had faded a little since she had left the school, she knew that it would still feel awkward to see him holding Rogue's hand now that she could do things like that.
"Yeah I'm sure he'll be thrilled," she replied.
"Yeah, it will be good to have you back, definitely."
It was awful sweet for him to say that, but Kitty knew that she was the best friend type of girl. More Betty than Veronica to steal an example from Archie comics books. The reliable go to gal, not the exotic mysterious one with a troubled past and a tragic story. She was not going to get all emo about it, but the fact was that she had sort of accepted her status as best friend who is a girl.
"So any word on the Brotherhood or anything since all that went down?"
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Post by Alex Summers on Mar 12, 2007 0:50:42 GMT -5
"Thats the weird thing, no. Its been quiet." His eyes found some distant place, as his mind considered the past year before continuing. "The cure has been out of the spotlight for a few months now and like the others, I'm sure that Magneto has his powers back."
"You were there, so you probably know more about that than I do," he had been too shaken by first Scott's and then Xavier's deaths to go with them to Alcatraz. He regretted the decision now but there was nothing he could do about it. He had to keep telling himself that the past was the past and needed to stay there. He had had nightmares about how horrible his brother's death must have been after catching sight of some of the news footage. One shot had showed bodies disintegrating like puffs of smoke in the wake of Jean's power.
Kitty was younger than he was and the images still bothered him. Maybe too much. Everyone he might have talked to about it was gone. Not like he could talk to Logan or Warren. Storm was busy running everything, so was Doctor McCoy. He couldn't bring himself to burden any of the others. He was strong, he would deal with it. He knew enough about loss to know that things eventually got better. More importantly, that you couldn't rush the process, not even if you wanted to, "So...did you learn anything new about computers? I bet you already have plans to reconfigure everything to make it like ten times faster."
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Post by Kitty Pride on Mar 12, 2007 12:03:07 GMT -5
Nodding with excitment and then reached into her bag, pulling out what looked like a Apple Macbook with latches on the side that were not supposed to be there. She lay it down on the table beside her tray and undid the latches, opening up the bottom of the computer.
"I was opening it up so much I had to put this swivel hinge on so that I could get to the inside easily. I have to figure out how to make it so if I phase through it I won't break it. I didn't earn enough at my dad's to buy a new one," she explained. One of the side effects of her powers was that any sort of technology much more complicated than a hampster on a wheel that she phased through would short circuit and break. Having that happen to the school's computer lab was bad enough, but when it was her computer it drove her nuts.
"I've managed to make it about twice as fast as any laptop on the market. My dad bought me this saudering gun, so I can make changes to the internal boards. I mean I'm not like Dr. McCoy or anything, but it's fun." she said. Kitty had thrown herself into playing with her computer the moment she had gotten it, and having a project had allowed her to focus on something other than what had happened over the last year.
"So powers are back," she said in reference to the fact that the cure appeared to be temporary for most mutants. That sucked for people like Rogue who had made the hard decision to take the cure in hopes of a better life. Even though Rogue had been dating Kitty's crush, she was still Rogue's friend and did not want anything bad to happen to the girl.
"I guess that's good, but I don't know. They still don't like us," she said, meaning most humans, "how long before they try something worse than a cure?"
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Post by Rogue on Mar 13, 2007 8:41:53 GMT -5
Marie hated shopping but she understood it as a necessary evil. There were just too many people out and about for her comfort. Having Bobby with her was a comfort though. She leaned into him, her shoulder touching the side of his arm. She was dressed like she always was now. A light lavender sweater covering her arms, long pants, a scarf and of course gloves. She looked over at him, a slight smile playing out on her mouth. She wanted to kiss him again. Being close to him always made her want to.
She couldn't though. She shouldn't.
The light tan she'd gotten when she'd stopped being dangerous, stopped being a mutant, was already fading. Well, technically she had never stopped being a mutant. The cure wasn't really one. She understood that now. She didn't know how she felt about it. She tried to look beyond the physical inconvenience and make it more philosophical. It was hard to do though.
The two were passing a pet store and a puppy in the window caught her eye. She'd had a dog once. Couldn't chance it now. Little things like that liked sleeping with you and well...she just wouldn't take the chance. But he was a cute little thing, so she tugged on Bobby's arm as she drifted to the store's window, "Oh, Bobby...look at 'em! So cute!"
"Shame the way they gotta be behind glass though. They should be out runnin' around. Free." She added wistfully as she leaned into the glass. Rogue lifted her gloved hand to the glass and the puppy playfully pawed the glass in response, Marie giggled, "Awww."
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Post by Alphonse Giordano on Mar 14, 2007 14:43:30 GMT -5
When Alex retreated quickly, Alphonse sighed slightly. There went his fun, and his plan. He glanced at the 'possessed' old man, then thought loudly to Emma,
Well, there goes that. Well, might as well give the old coot a heart attack and get on with life. What do you say, White Queen?
Alphonse shrugged, and turned away from Alex and the others, and gently led Emma's body away.
((Whee! I snuck in a post! Now to run!))
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