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The Baka-Slash-Chibi13 Nostalgia line continues! |
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: Sun Oct 28, 2012 3:54 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 7:09 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 8:36 pm
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◦▹❊*◦▹❊*◦▹Sam Summerfall▹◦*❊▹◦*❊▹◦ aka Redemption ▹◦*❊▹◦*❊▹◦
Sing to me of lovely things. Of butterflies and angel wings. . .
The near silence of the library was almost stifling compared to the hustle and bustle of the hallways during lunch, but Sam was happy to have it to herself. With her bag spilling its gutsy contents on one of the tables, her homework spread across various texts and her half eaten lunch, read apple, forgotten by her chair, Sam stood on tip toes to reach one of the reference volumes on the top shelf behind her station. Normally she would have asked the librarian or one of the many roaming assistants for help, but they were all out on a lunch break. She wouldn't even have bothered to get the book til later, but the essay she had to write needed to have at least two references that weren't off the net.
She had to admit that the last few weeks in this school had really gone fast. It helped that the teachers here were helpful, but distant and the students bordered between excessive and hyper focused on their studies. The combination had managed to work in her favor on many levels. Primary benefit being that she was left to her own devices and no one seemed to notice her. Some students were fussed over when they first arrived, but she managed to fall under their radar.Maybe it was the hand me down attire she had obtained from her exceedingly generous new landlady. Not that clothes determined intelligence, but wearing fashions long outdated goes a long way in first impressions.
Since she was here only to learn, Sam didn't care what others thought. Besides, how could she say no to someone that had reached out to her at such a low point in her life? the best she could offer in return was to stay focused on her school work and be as little a burden as possible.
With book in hand, she plopped her feet onto the ground, pivoted and sat in the chair in one smooth movement. Her feet dangled and swung playfully while she settled her skirt and adjusted her necko ear clips. Reaching over after she was sufficiently arranged, she scooped up her apple and took a bite while thumbing through the thick volume. The only sound that broke the silence was the tinkling of a bell on her collar-like choker as it settled at the base of her throat.
. . . Then grab my hand and hold me close. Save me from this earthly dose.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 8:33 am
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James 'Logan' Howlette - Wolverine Logan grunted as he vaulted over the gate, landing in a crouch as his gaze shifted cautiously around. Kid's skilled in combat, though how he can use ice and what appears to be some sort of icy 'fire'... I dunno... that other form was just plain odd, even considerin` some of the stuff I've seen he thought, noticing a blond girl as Vincent reappeared, seeming to leap from the ground in a small burst of flame that trailed after his hands and shoulders. His eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed the odd dark gold greaves on his calves and the bracers and fingerless gloves on his forearms and hands. He wasn't wearing those before, so where'd they come from? he thought cautiously. He blinked, noticing Vincent's eyes were a pupiless white with yellowish gold edges that seemed to burn much like fire. Interesting... so he can access multiple different powers. That form he had back at that gas station is clearly much stronger than an average human and when his eyes glow blue he seems to be cryokinetic... now, it seems he's pyrokinetic, he thought. A smirk flashed over his face unconsciously, liking the kid more and more. "Ya got potential, if ya can control yer powers," he said dryly. Vincent simply cocked his head, his eyes narrowing slightly though he didn't speak immediately.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 8:51 am
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Vincent Michaels Vincent cocked his head slightly, his pupiless golden white eyes narrowing as they glowed slightly. His voice was deeper with a slight growl to it as he spoke. "I have control over some of my powers... more a balance with them than control. Hatred, Bloodlust, and Wrath I still cannot control yet, but with time I will," he said with his final word being almost a yell. His arm flicked back before shooting forward at Logan, a dark gray barbed blade on a black chain shooting from the underside of his wrist. He saw Logan dart to the side as the blade grazed his upper arm on the outside of the bicep. The older mutant glanced down as the blade deflected and retracted off of the steel gate with a slight tug of Vincent's wrist. The wound was steaming as it had been partially cauterized. It healed after several seconds, leaving a thin darker brown scar against the elder mutant's tanned skin. "Interesting trick, kid; seems ya got quite a few techniques up yer sleeve," Logan said gruffly, straightening up. He cocked his head, not seeing Vincent shift his weight slightly as he noticed the blond girl from the corner of his eye. The greaves on his ankles and the bracers on his forearms ignited into bright white hot flames before vanishing, leaving the fingerless gloves behind. He saw Logan's gaze dart back to him momentarily when it happened as Vincent's midnight blue eyes reappeared as the glow faded from his eyes. OOC Vincent has limited control over his powers, mainly his cryokinetic/pyrokinetic powers as well as his telekinesis. His other forms' personalities, when they surface, tend to subvert his own and take control while the other two (Determination/Anger) tend to work alongside him and only partially manifest either in his voice or physical appearance when he uses their powers.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 12:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 12:51 pm
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Vincent Michaels Vincent shrugged. "I'm telekinetic, though some of my other talents, no pun intended, have a mind of their own," he said wryly. "A couple of them I can control to some extent... but the others are dangerous to anyone that awakens them.... Bloodlust is just flat out dangerous and most likely will attack anyone nearby," he said dryly, his gaze flicking to the splinters of the branch. He shifted his foot beneath the larger end, which had been what had broken off originally from the tree before he flicked it up in the air as his irises shifted color to a pale, glowing blue without visible pupils as his hand flashed upward, a burst of bluish white energy hitting the branch in a burst of sparks as it froze solid. It hit the ground and fragmented into jagged shards as it hit with a odd metallic cracking sound. "The other talents that I can control to some extent are pyrokinesis and cryokinesis. I'm not sure, but it seems Hanzo, the pyrokinetic, can also teleport short distances at will," he said with a shrug of one shoulder. Both the personas he'd referred to by the emotion that 'birthed' them had revealed that his mutation was really something stranger: he was able to absorb the abilities of other warriors through combat, though it had to be an extremely harsh battle for it to trigger. Kuai is the cryokinetic and Hanzo is the pyrokinetic; the latter claimed to be able to teleport distances of roughly five meters at a time in a burst of flame, he thought. OOC If nobody's noticed, I'm using the true names of the characters whose pictures I used in the character profile.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 1:30 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 1:53 pm
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