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Post by x23 on May 1, 2010 17:48:00 GMT -6
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Laura sighed as she cut the communications from Rosalie, the middle LeBeau child had managed to raise her on one of the radio's she hadn't accidentally stepped on. Why Stark hadn't got in contact was another matter altogether, but not one she was concerning herself with right at this moment. Her brows knitted together as the radio was tossed casually across the bathroom, the diminutive brunette pulling a clean vest on over her freshly washed torso, though now she didn't see the point, there would be more bloodshed here.
As she walked into the partly furnished sitting room where most were gathered, she rubbed her hair roughly, drying it as best she could as her eyes wandered over the people gathered. Creed hadn't expired yet, not that she would worry about him if he did, in the coming storm he would be an asset, if controlled. Liliya, she had proven time and time again her capabilities in combat, but it didn't stop Kinney from worrying a little, this would be the biggest firefight the pair of them had seen since... Laura blinked and let that thought go with it.
Their biggest worry was now Katrina, they could notify her father, but that may just bring him into danger, Peter Parker was not as young as he once was. Even if he could get her out of the immediate area, they would come looking for her. In the long run she was safer here, with reinforcements heading their way. “Can you fire a gun, Katrina?” X asked in a matter of fact tone, as she sat down on a chair heavily “That, was just the first wave, I've had word from Louisiana that we should expect company from both sides” Her eyes darted away from the young girl towards Lil and finally to Creed “New Order really want us gone, it seems”
status !Prelude to "Remove the last"
Words!Enough >.>
Tags!Liliya, Kat, Sabes
Wearing! i702.photobucket.com/albums/ww23/DeltaJade/uniform1.jpg
notes !
credits ! the mouse & the model @ caution 2.0
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Post by kittykat on May 1, 2010 21:02:33 GMT -6
 THE TERROR OF KNOWING WHAT THIS WORLD IS ABOUTwatchin' some good friends screaming- - - - - - - - L E T M E O U T !
Well, today had been eventful, and that was putting it mildly, Kat mused to herself. It was one of those days when she really had wished she’d stayed in bed, or at least listened to her father’s advice and kept to the city. But no, she had to go do her own thing, because she was headstrong. Or stupid, one of them.
She was now huddled on one of the threadbare sofas in the sitting room, her knees pulled up to her chin as her arms hugged her legs. She was tired, mentally and physically, and as her head flopped on to her knees she wished she could just go back home and sleep. But she was here now, and she had been pulled into whatever weird stunt the New Order was planning. She was avoiding making eye contact with the others, mainly Sabertooth because the man/beast/thing still scared the living day lights out of her, even if he was on the “good side”.
She was still in her own little world when Laura entered, stuck halfway between blocking out all the unpleasant memories the trip to the ruined mansion had stirred up, and her own guilty conscious at getting everyone dragged into this. As she was addressed, her head bobbed up, eyes wide with surprise.
“A gun? Erm, no but how hard can it be, point and squeeze and try not to hit any of the good guys.” She looked around, trying to gauge how this had gone down. “Kidding.” She muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes to herself.
”Y’know, for whatever role I had in this, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to snow bal like this, just wanted to pay m respects,” she said focusing on a stain on the floor, unable to meet any of their eyes.
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lyrics; under pressure by queen
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Liliya Rasputin
No....I don't say "Comrade" ...I was raised in New York for Pete's sake...
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Post by WARSTAR on May 6, 2010 11:33:01 GMT -6
The next person to enter the room was Liliya Rasputin, the daughter of Colossus and Polaris, adorned not in the black and yellow outfit of design similar to her grandfather Magneto, but a pair of worn, faded jeans and a simple black t-shirt. Her hair was still a bit wet, having just had a shower, and her toes were breathing free. She was sure to keep the place very clean, not because she liked a clean home per say, but because she enjoyed walking around without her socks on. Couldn't be stepping into dust and crumbs and what have you!
"Don't worry Kat, I'll make a thick, if small metal dome, if the shit hits the fan, you just phase right into it!" she informed, while half tumbling, half rolling over the back of the couch, because walking around to sit down like a normal person was sooo ten years ago. "Or there's the basement facility, that's pretty safe. You want to show her that later Laura?" she asked, sitting with her legs hanging over the back of the chair, the blood flowing down into her brain.
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Post by sabertooth on May 8, 2010 12:18:34 GMT -6
The old sofa against the wall creaked in protest as the large figure stretched out across it yawned lazily, his fangs protruding from under his curled lip. The sound that rumbled from deep down in his throat was the kind of sound you might expect to hear in the zoo, more accurately if you were to watch the predatory cats after a big meal. Creed half growled half purred as he yawned again, boredom setting in after the rout of the New Order troops. Even with his eye closed his acute sense of smell told him everything he needed to know about the room around him, who was sat where, right down to who had just washed and who hadn’t. He himself was still dressed in his bullet ridden and blood stained clothing and heavy coat, seemed little point in changing if he was just going to get his hands dirty again.
He didn’t move as X strode in, the smell of shampoo and shower gel still clinging to her skin, mixed with the smell of fresh clothes and the Howlett stench. Even watered down he could still pick it out. He half listened to her talking to the newcomer, the girl who had been in the middle of it all when it had kicked off. She had a scent about her as well that wasn’t foreign, but a name didn’t leap out at him so he let it lie. She’d probably be dead in the next day or so anyway so what did it matter to him.
He chuckled to himself as they spoke about guns and how to use them, her little joke tickling something inside of him. Short of the sniper round he had heard go off earlier that day in the attack he had yet to see anything the New Order was packing that he, or indeed he though to himself grudgingly, X couldn’t walk away from. He stretched his arms over his head and opened his eyes as the sofa groaned again, his booted feet hitting the floor, helping him roll to a sitting position, lent back, arms spread wide across the back of the sofa, eyes on the girl.
“Would be less painful to finish her off now…you know what’ll happen if the New Order get hold of her…”
His gruff voice trailed off as he idly looked at the claws on one hand, as if he had spotted something under one of his nails,
“You know I could do it real quick like…snap and its all over…better chances if we’re not looking out for the kitten…”
His gaze was fixed back on Kat across the room, the look in his eyes telling the truth, he had no reason to lie. It was then that the Rasputin girl walked in adorned in a simple jeans and t-shirt, another one smelling of bathroom products and wet hair. She was a formidable one but still a child compared to what was going to get thrown at them, true she had been tested time and time again, but Creed wondered how she would fair against other mutants.
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Post by x23 on May 18, 2010 12:34:01 GMT -6
WHEN I WANT YOU ,
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She half opened her mouth to answer the girl, to tell her in fact no, you didn't just point and squeeze, but her answer was stunted by the revelation that it was a joke. Sometimes Kinney just didn't understand humor. Clamping her jaw shut she turned her gaze to Lil "I'm not sure if that's how her power works, she seemed to be more of a tangible vapor than anything Shadowcat could do" Running her fingers through her now drying, unruly brown hair "But the basement seems a safe alternative" She gave the woman a curt nod.
As Creed began to talk, she felt her eyes drift closed, attempting for what it was worth to tune him out and count slowly to ten, she was barely at four when her fingers rubbed over the knuckles of her right hand. She wondered briefly if it was something genetic that made her predisposed to find whatever fell out of Creeds mouth enraging, or if spending so much time with Logan had swayed her judgment. Even the nature versus nurture argument couldn't distract her from his sincere death threats on Katrina's life.
Her eyes flashed open and caught the predatory gaze he was giving the young girl, the claws on her right hand extending quickly with a sharp snikt "You forget you're neutered Creed, touch her and i have the capacity and the means to end you once and for all" And she did, one call to S.H.I.E.L.D and that explosion in his spine would allow her to sever that ugly as sin head of his, and they would be rid of him.
status !Prelude to "Remove the last"
Words!Enough >.>
Tags!Liliya, Kat, Sabes
Wearing! i702.photobucket.com/albums/ww23/DeltaJade/uniform1.jpg
notes !
credits ! the mouse & the model @ caution 2.0
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Post by kittykat on May 18, 2010 17:12:31 GMT -6
THE TERROR OF KNOWING WHAT THIS WORLD IS ABOUTwatchin' some good friends screaming- - - - - - - - L E T M E O U T !
Kat gave Lily a small smile as she entered, glad to have someone she could relate to in the room. She could barely control the roll of her eyes as Kinney spoke, she’d forgotten how detached she could be, emotionally anyway. “Yeah, Laura’s right, I’m not as powerful as my mom is... was… ‘Fraid the only thing I can do is turn into mist… not useful at all really,” she said with a shrug to Lil. “You can shove me in the basement if you want, but there had better be something for me to do down there, otherwise you may as well throw me to the New Order goons,” she threatened, seeing the decision had been made for her already. Who needed a half trained X brat to look after when you’re fighting for survival, maybe it was for the best if she stayed hidden away.
Her head snapped round to stare at Sabertooth as he voice his opinion on euthanizing her. “You’d have to catch me first, Pussycat,” she sneered, trying to sound braver than she felt. He could certainly kill her before she even had the chance to transform.
As Kinney’s claw extended, she glanced over at Lily, unsure what to do. Was this sort of hostility the norm? But then, Sabertooth was the type of person to start a fight with an empty room, so maybe they were all use to it.
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words; 240 idk
lyrics; under pressure by queen
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Post by sabertooth on May 19, 2010 18:31:11 GMT -6
Sabertooths eyes flicked across to Kinney as she spoke, the anger in her voice obvious, even without the added effect of her claws sliding out through her skin. The smell of her coppery blood filled his nostrils as he glanced her over. Leashed for now maybe, neutered...never, it was just a matter of time, and he had plenty of it. He'd been in equally grim looking situations before...and he was still alive and kicking.
"Whats tha matter pup, can't handle me all on your lonesome?"
He smiled at her, baring his teeth at the Howlett woman but didn't move from the sofa, his arms still spread wide across the back of it. He didn't need to fight her, and he certainly wasn't stupid enough to do it with people around, they were watching her almost as much as they were watching him, they were both pretty much liabilities for the team...it was just a matter of when something made them flip...not if. Maybe an accident in the comaing attack would see Kinney not make it back. Yes a tragic accident...
Viktor pursed his lips and blew a kiss to Kat, chuckling to himself at the shaking in her voice, she hid it well but it was there, in her body language, the way she stood, carried herself, the way she smelled. Fear was always something he had been able to pick up on, and right now the girl was starting to reek of it.
"Maybe another time girlie"
He would play along like a good little lapdog untill he'd had time to figure out a way out of his predicament, and then there would be some payback, but in the meantime there was a job to do, the thought of which made his blood burn with excitement.
"You got a plan Tingirl, or we just making this up as we go along?"
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