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| Are you sure this isn't just because you've run out of new ideas? (Nope. :3 Just mixing in the golden oldies with the new and true.) |
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 Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 12:58 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 1:07 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 1:24 am
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 ◦▹❊*◦▹❊*◦▹Sam Summerfall▹◦*❊▹◦*❊▹◦
aka Redemption
▹◦*❊▹◦*❊▹◦
Sing to me of lovely things. Of butterflies and angel wings. . .
"Wow, you sound like a bonafide tour guide," she observed with a soft laugh as they landed in an open yard. When he shifted back to normal, she still clung to him, unsure about her surroundings.
Shifting so she could see over his shoulder, Sam rested her chin on it as she took in the yard. It was open, but quiet. Like is was a place meant for large groups to gather in, but the crowds had long since left. The building ahead was tall, but unassuming. Welcome, but solemn.
"There was great loss here," she murmured sadly near his ear. "It clings to the land like a grape juice stain on white linen." The energy of death was too faint for her to heal, too old to bring back, but it left its mark nonetheless that she could sense.
. . . Then grab my hand and hold me close. Save me from this earthly dose. |
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 1:36 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 7:08 am
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 Vincent Michaels
Vincent frowned slightly, but nodded. He turned away and opened the door. "Whoever it is, those in here recognize him, but aren't telling who he is either way," he said, tapping his temple. He strode swiftly into the hall before he pushed off, feeling his form ripple as a gust of flame engulfed him before he materialized in the upstairs hallway he'd noticed before. He glanced down where he'd just been and smirked slightly.
OOC
Kaosujin Ryu  James 'Logan' Howlette - Wolverine Logan frowned as other assailants appeared. He blinked when every single one of them, easily half a dozen now, all dissolved into some sort of oily slime. "Masika, Laura, Dimitri. Institute, now!!" he barked before the same guy with the black grease paint reappeared behind him as he half turned in time to catch a hard punch to the side of the face followed by a hard kick to the ribs. He swung a hard short uppercut into the guy's ribs and heard a grunt before he dissolved again into slime. "We got one hell of a problem. The assailants were some sort of clones of a guy with black body armor and what looked like black grease paint on his skin. Guy's eyes were pale blue, and he's definitely not civilian... mutant of some kind," he warned Jean. He shifted his weight, grimacing slightly as he spat out a mouthful of blood. "Hell of a punch," he grumbled before darting out of the door, knowing if the students he'd named were smart, they'd listen to his orders. |
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 2:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 5:02 pm
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As Kyle laid on the rooftop of his all but collapsed apartment build, he got a flash of a scruffy man fighting what happened to be copies of someone. Sighing, he sprung to his feet and looking in the direction of the school. Bearing his teeth, Kyle's body surged with pain as his form changed to that of a eagle. 'Max, stay hidden. He commanded the rat that was currently his familiar. After a few small flaps, Kyle got the feel of wind under his wings and took flight.
Moments later he circled over the school, using Max's senses to pick apart the scene inside. As the lone fighter started to turn away and run outside, Kyle saw several more clones prepped outside of him. Instinctively, he dove straight down. Feet from the ground, Kyle changed again, this time to that of a black bear. His body ached from the multiple changes, but he was too much of a 'leading man' to let such an unfair fight happen.
((Prettier post coming later. And yes, a black bear came to save Logan. Sup?))
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 5:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 9:25 pm
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Jean Grey
Jean frowned. "Thanks for the warning, Logan." After a brief pause, she added, "Be careful." Within a split-second, she changed her focus back to David. "That was a risky and stupid move, David. Never assume that you weren't seen."
Masika Yejide ~Tempest
Masika nodded acknowledgement to Laura's thanks. Then Logan ordered them to return to the Institute, and, in following his orders, she lost track of the other girl. Upon reaching the Institute's grounds, Masika ran to the gardens and fell to the ground, curled up in a ball among the flowers. She was scared, and she knew that if she let her fear get the best of her, she'd have a repeat of the incident that got her kicked out of her tribe on her hands. As it was, wind whirled around her form, whipping her hair around and lifting her from the ground, and clouds began to gather in the sky. |
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 11:31 pm
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David E. Warner
A.K.A Grizzly
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"It's been this way ever since I first got here. We don't even have a hundred students, so the school typically feels pretty empty. Everyone at the school exists in small cliches, and don't really interact with most of the other people outside of our lessons." David said with a sigh. "Once we get enough people, this place could be an actual school again like it used to. But who knows when that will happen. Here, come with me." David said, leading her to his "territory" of the campus. It was on the same section of the campus as the danger room and the kitchen. His favorite two parts of campus. He lead her first into the kitchen. "This is where we keep all of the food, obviously. Mutations effect eating habits, typically, and some mutants need more caloric energy than others. We always have food, just not always in the same quantities. I'm the one in charge of buying food here, which is why I have this." David said, showing Sam his X-man credit card. "A government funded card. The original headmaster got this card from the government and wiped out all memories from it. It's like an unlimited sum of money, pretty much."
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Ferocity / Control
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 11:53 pm
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◦▹❊*◦▹❊*◦▹Sam Summerfall▹◦*❊▹◦*❊▹◦
aka Redemption
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Sing to me of lovely things. Of butterflies and angel wings. . .
Sam's eyes took in all the features as David pointed them out. Being shorter than him, she had to almost jog to keep up, but she didn't complain as she kept pace. She smiled broadly as she heard the love in his voice, speaking of this place that was his home.
"So with so few of you here now, it was rather good luck that we met," she said softly as they walked into the kitchen. Her eyes widened at all the gleaming surfaces and abundant cupboards. Imagining them all to be packed with various foods, it was enough to make her feel envious again. It was hard enough to get something in her stomach on a daily basis, so she knew what a challenge it must be for someone who had special dietary needs.
Seeing him flash his card, Sam gasped. She realized only just then what their abrupt departure meant.
"Oh, no. That was so rude of us, leaving like that," she fretted softly. Not to mention it still meant all she had eaten that day was the apple, but she felt too humbled by the place to mention it. She really didn't want David to worry about her.
"Oh well. I guess we don't have to pay for the food, if we didn't eat it."
. . . Then grab my hand and hold me close. Save me from this earthly dose.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 11:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 12:09 am
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