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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: Tue Oct 30, 2012 1:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 2:17 pm
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 Vincent Michaels
Vincent chuckled. "Trust me, I know the feeling... the meditation only allowed me to gain a link to Kuai, the cryokinetic, and Hanzo, the pyrokinetic. I have other forms... but they're downright scary and I don't mean like Halloween scary... I mean like the kinda stuff that'd give Freddy Krueger nightmares," he said wryly.. Logan chuckled. "Trus' me, I've seen one of those forms he's talkin' 'bout, an' it's.... startling to say the least," he said dryly, his tone holding a stronger edge of amusement. "Why don't you wear gloves? They'd allow you to make at least some contact with things," he said thoughtfully. He pulled a pair of dark gray gloves out of his back pocket that had a silvery metal plate on the back of the hand and wrist and it was just long enough to stop halfway up the wearer's forearm. "That should work well enough," he said with a smile.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 2:41 pm
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 ◦▹❊*◦▹❊*◦▹Sam Summerfall▹◦*❊▹◦*❊▹◦
aka Redemption
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Sing to me of lovely things. Of butterflies and angel wings. . .
Something kept breaking her concentration, an itch in her mind that she couldn't quite place. After ten minutes of sitting at her table and forcing herself to work on her essay with little progress being made, she admitted temporary defeat. The feeling wasn't new, in fact she had grown increasingly aware of it since her "problems" began. Something somewhere, was dead. As if it had an emergency beacon built in its skin, all animals let off a signal that called out to her. Sam knew that normal people didn't see this, heck even she tried to ignore it. But even though there was nothing out of the ordinary to see, she could sense when something needed her, and her power would flare up to answer it.
"I guess I'll have to finish this later," she sighed as she collected her things and left the library, her bells tinkling as she walked.
Walking with purpose, but not allowing herself to outright run, Sam made her way through the winding hallways and passed the empty classrooms. The cafeteria was still packed, though she knew the crowds would come pouring out the moment the warning bells were rung. Adjusting the strap of her bag, she hurried on, feeling the pull of the dead become more strong now that she was outside.
Letting her eyes droop closed, Sam let her senses direct her. Like her other senses, this one worked best when she gave it her full attention. Her feet carried her onward, lead by the feeling of pain and fear, wrapped in the cold sheet of finality. She wondered how her creative writing teacher would have thought if she described death that way.
She heard voices nearby, a boy and a girl. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to interrupt anything. It was only when she heard a more gruff and familiar vice that she spared a glance. One of the schools teachers, Mr. Logan. She didn't have the pleasure of being in his classes, but the whispers in the school say that he is a rough around the edges, but cool teacher. The guy and gal, like most of the students her age and older, were taller than her and looked like they were in the middle of an introduction. Satisfied that she wasn't about to get between some lovers moment, Sam continued on her mission.
Winding around the trio, her pink hair swayed in her face as she scanned the ground. The moment she narrowed in on the point of origin, she couldn't help the tear that welled in her eye. Not caring that she had stopped only a couple feet from the others, she plopped down in the grass, letting her bag fall beside her. Gently she scooped up the crushed frog that lay there. She didn't know if it had fallen out of the tree, or if these people had stepped on it, but it had cried out to her with its final breath.
"Poor thing. Sweet thing," she cooed softly as she ran a finger along its smooth skin. She repeated the gesture a handful of times, her palm warming under the frog. Then she smiled with golden sparkling eyes as the frog sat up on her hand and began to croak happily.
"There you are sweet thing. You can sing again," she said softy as she stroked it.
. . . Then grab my hand and hold me close. Save me from this earthly dose. |
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 6:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 10:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 11:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 9:50 am
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Vincent Michaels
Vincent cocked an eyebrow as the girl shifted forms. "Hai, though how you shift is similar to mine, though... there are differences," he said thoughtfully. He inhaled slowly as he half closed his eyes as his dark red hair turned pitch black and shortened until it was just above his shoulders before his normal dark gray tee shirt and black vest turned a deep ocean blue over a black shirt as dark blue forearm bracers formed in a swirling burst of icy mist as greaves formed simultaneously on his ankles as his sneakers became black tabi boots. His eyes snapped open to reveal they were a deep icy blue as he cocked his head. "His talent allows us to surface within his mind, but in essence he is still in control. I am Kuai," Vincent-Kuai said as he shifted his gaze to Logan, who blinked. Logan shrugged his shoulders. "Whaddya know 'bout his other forms?" he said dryly to Vincent-Kuai. An eyebrow cocked upward slightly as a faint smile flashed over his lips. "Hanzo and I were once rivals, but for the time being we are allies in making certain Vincent survives; the other warriors aren't quite human in nature or personality, so be wary of them," came the reply before Vincent reverted to his normal form with his black hair growing just below his shoulders and rippling with reds, golds, and shades of copper.
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 10:11 am
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 Laura took in a deep breath. Closing her eyes she began to concentrate piecing the way she looked together in her head till with no real warning her eyes shot open and her figure began to change once more.
No longer did she look like Vincent but now back to her normal short self "I had when that happens," She grunted in irritation. When she transformed into another person a piece of them always seemed to stay with her. She felt this uncomfortable strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. She knew that feeling all too well but this time it was more intense, maybe with mutants because of there gifts it does something different.
She wasn't sure but she hoped that she hadn't some how acquired his alter egos or something, that wouldn't be fun. "Nice to meet you," She spoke up finally as Vincent changed. Looking over at the older man who seemed to be a man of few words "You look so familiar...Like I have seen you before," Laura said to Logan in an almost confused daze.
 Lorna spent more then half the day typing away on her computer. She didn't have any classes today, most of her classes now where more geared towards her abilities and training physically. She had been on missions before with the x-men and began her process of training as an official x-men.
Pulling the headphones from her ears she saved the documents then turned her computer off. Walking across the room over to her closet she finally changed from her Pj shorts and tank top into a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a black t-shirt with some sort of graphic on it that stopped above her belly botton to show of her fit waist, a pair of boots, and a jacket.
Pulling her hair from the lose ponytail she had it in she brushed through her hair letting the long green hair to fall down her back in its silky waves.
Grabbing her ipod she put her earbuds back in blaring the music. Slipping the ipod into her back pocket she grabbed a pair of shades sliding them on just as she exited her room.
Her look was almost rebel meets bad a**, she couldn't help it she has always liked to dress differently.. In a way she dressed because her hair was so different.
Walking through the long halls of the school she finally exited out of the building and outside. A devilish smile crossed her lips when she spotted Logan also know as Wolverine, some new guy and Laura Snow. She knew about this Laura Snow, she was interested in her gifts and knew a dark secret about her parents that would crush Laura's innocent soul. |
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 10:21 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 10:49 am
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Sumina gave a small smile as she placed her tray on the table, dropping her back behind her. 
