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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: Sat Dec 15, 2012 6:29 pm
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ღ Λ ȵ ɕ ε ȴ ღ
Angel tilted her head, this was old news to her. She wish she could consol him but had no idea how to. I don't know how long I was there. While training, I'm much more advanced then anyone assumed, including me. I know many strategies that point towards Hydra's fighting styles, can fight way better then a girl my age should be able to. Though I can't remember anything before I arrived here, everyone assumes I was raised there my entire life, like an experiment. After all, thats what they did to me, treated me like a lab rat. I escaped right after their harshest, most painful experiment, and came here. Angel rubbed her arms, remembering the pain she had felt. Hydra had infused her DNA within her bones, enabling them to transform into whatever solid her skin does as she uses her powers. It was useful, but the fact they never asked her, but operated as if she was a weapon, an object and not a person...at least, she doesn't think she volunteered for such suffering.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 7:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 7:55 pm
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ღ Λ ȵ ɕ ε ȴ ღ
Angel nodded, not having know that, but not being entirely interested in it. She never knew she was transfered, so she didn't care all that much. I'm bored here, everyones busy and doing things boring. I want to go to the danger room, haven't really practiced much lately. She said taking out a little orb made entirely of adamantium metal. She used it for her skin absorption powers, being one of the strongest metals this planet has ever seen, it was incredibly useful. II wonder if we'll run into anyone there, lets go! The small girl ran off, being to excited by her idea to ask Vincent what he thought of it. She ran so quickly, if it wasn't for her mind detection she would have slammed right into Jean. Angel skidded to a stop and looked up at her red haired mentor, smiling widely. Jean! I was just headed to the danger room! OH, and its good timing, because I've been meaning to tell you, I had a flash back last night, but...I can only remember that same woman, the lady with the green hair, nothing else....maybe a flash of metal....I can't remember. It was always like this, a flash back, sometimes with someone muttering the word Hydra, or Charles Xavier, or Weapon Terror, which she suspected was her code name (as she was taught how to dig deep in the mind of another, find their fear, and turn it into a reality) a lady with green hair, sometimes the word "shield" but that was about it.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 8:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 8:28 pm
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Kitty Kat Rosetta ღ Λ ȵ ɕ ε ȴ ღ Angel smiled, glad she could contribute what she could to getting her memories back. Though it was her own mind, digging up the memories of a skilled telepath must be hard, for there must be more then just memory loss, but blocks she put herself. Was this all her fault? Did she want to live a normal life, to forget about Hydra, so she made herself forget? Interesting theory, it could be a possibility. Is there any news on David? I wish I could be of help, I really do, I feel so useless lately. If only there was something I was useful for, but I can't even remember who I am, so what good am I? She sad sadly. She wanted so badly to be an X-man, to fight evil, to be good, to live thrillingly. But whether she was to young, or to clueless, or just to late, she didn't know.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 9:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 11:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 12:05 am
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◦▹❊*◦▹❊*◦▹Sam Summerfall▹◦*❊▹◦*❊▹◦ aka Redemption ▹◦*❊▹◦*❊▹◦
Sing to me of lovely things. Of butterflies and angel wings. . .
Sam watched the oldest of their lot leave, glad that mistress Jean seemed well enough. Though she didn't speak much of it, or ask for her help, Sam knew that those headaches must happen a lot. She wondered if it had anything to do with having to fight off so many thoughts from surrounding people. Not for the first time, Sam was glad that her gifts lay elsewhere.
"What do you mean Arya is missing?" Sam wheeled around to see the rampaging bunny. The last she saw, Arya had bid her a good evening, saying something about going for a spirit walk. Since this had long been the girl's habit, Sam thought nothing of it when she went to sleep. The fact that she hadn't seen her yet today had not triggered the thought that anything was wrong.
. . . Then grab my hand and hold me close. Save me from this earthly dose.
Zeda "Dragon" Smith
All that matters in life is survival. . .
"I think the better question is, what are you doing here, squirt?" Zeda countered as she watched the girl stumble among them. She kept her face in a disapproving frown, seeing it as a needless weakness to not be more fit. The girl obviously didn't care what shape her body took.
Her cinnamon eyes followed the small but willful stuffed rabbit, amused by its tantrum. Maybe the people here weren't as boring as she thought. Or at least their toys weren't.
. . . But crushing the weak is nice too.
(And to clear the air, Sam was supposed to get training from Rogue, but that kinda feels like a fall through. She's been training on her own and with her new friend. Mark has been teaching her a few new tricks. muahaha)
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 12:48 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 12:57 am
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