As the name indicates...this RPG will revolve around Crossroads and New Beginnings.CrossroadsWe would like to see characters come to a 'crossroads' in their lives where important and life changing decisions have to be made. These events can be very personal...i.e. a relationship beginning, ending or changing, or they can be moral or spiritual. Whatever is decided, they should show 'growth' for your character.New BeginningsThis can be any number of items as well and most likely will relate back to the 'crossroads' in your character(s)' life or lives and/or career. They may be starting a new career as teacher or student at Xavier's School for the Gifted or may have been selected to train for the upcoming X-Men team(s). Their 'new beginning' once again may be as simple as establishing a new relationship or changes in an old one.
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Finding WisdomWho: Pete Wisdom Where: Salem Center When: Nighttime OOC: I would like to point out that I did take control of Prof. X, but only for one small part at the end of the post. If the admins feel I over stepped myself, I will gladly erase that part. Enjoy everyone.
The car was dark, as was the night. The air was moderately cool, as the sun had gone down a few hours ago. The young man in the car turned to his companion, a gentleman wearing a bussiness suit and reading the evening paper. "Are you sure about this? You've already paid me in advance, so I'll do it, but are you sure you want to go through with this? You know it could start a war."
The paper never even dropped as the business man replied. "I'm positive Peter. Now do what I paid you for. It's only the first of many." The car door unlocked as the vehicle pulled into an alley.
The young man got out of the back of the car and closed the door. "I've got your list, just make sure the money for the last of the jobs gets put into my account by next week. I'll contact you then." The car window rolled up and the car drove off with out an answer.
Peter, as the man had called him, looked down the alley out across the street toward the skyscraper he was supposed to sneak into. "Another day, another dollar." With that, he adjusted his duster coat and pulled a very sleek black pair of sunglasses out of his pocket, slipping them over his eyes.
As soon as they were in place a read out of the building came into view and everything he needed to know was downloaded from live satelite. With a last sigh, he crossed the street.
The opening song for the local Chanel Nine action news plays in the living room of the Xavier Institute. The anchor man comes onto the scene and immediately goes into the top story of the night.
"Good evening folks. I'm Tom Brogan, and this Chanel Nine action news. Tonight's top story, a grizzly murder. Authorities are calling it an assassination."
The picture in picture appears over his left shoulder, showing several body bags and police officers trying to keep the media back.
"Several members of local and federal government who were involved with growing Mutant/Human relations, were found murdered late last night. The cause of death was described as several expert lacerations by some sort of knife. The wounds were cauterized, indicating that the blade had been heated in some fashion between each killing. Authorities are saying that the fact that no security cameras caught the act as it happened, and that none of the victims appeared to struggle, says that the killer was a man who knew what he was doing. It appears at this time that most didn't even know the killer was in the room with them."
The picture changes to a shot of the chief of police at a press conference.
"At this time, we cannot come to any conclussions. There is not a single shread of evidence to be found at the scene of the crime, other than the bodies. No knife, no blood spatter, and no finger prints. Several of the victims were known mutants, and the rest were normal human beings. We are not sure at this time whether the act was perpetrated by humans in retaliation of mutant legislation, or by mutants who believe themselves to be superior. I have nothing further at this time."
The P.I.P. goes away and Tom comes back on.
"There you have it folks. Crime stoppers is offering a re-ward for information on this murder. Please, if you have anything, call their toll free number."
A T.V. in a hotel room clicks off as Peter gets ready to leave for his next assignment. "Damned T.V. reporters. Always making the wrong guesses." With a sigh of resignation, Peter pulls his coat on.
He walks to the door, and just before opening it, checks his hot blades. Snap-Hiss A blade of shimmering orange-red air appears in Peter's hand. "I need to find a better line of work."
The Channel nine news theme plays over the living room T.V. in the Xavier Institute. The top story is, for the third night in a row, a series of murders carried out assassin style with a heated blade of some sort. The victims are once again Mutant legislation advocates of both Human and Mutant origin.
"For the third night in a row, a mysterious assassin has struck pro-mutant legislation advocates. Three victims were today, five yesterday, and six the night before. Authorities are still baffled as to how this person or persons is managing to accomplish these feats. As a result of these attacks, all officials with ties to mutant legislation are now being protected by round the clock patrols and officers acting as bodyguards. Only one thing is for certain, the assassin is very skilled, possibly trained by a foreign government."
The mental voice of Charles Xavier sounds in the heads of his X-Men, a note of urgency can be felt through the call.
Who: Crow Where: Her Apartment, NYC When: Nighttime
The ring of her telephone brought Miri out of her doze, causing her to rise slowly from the comfort of her beaten couch. The movement resulted in the heavy thump of a textbook being relocated to the floor, and a sleep-glazed glare from the stray who had been using her as a pillow. Miri frowned slightly down at the pencil and rumpled paper still in her lap. Must’ve fallen asleep doing homework again.
Finally rolling off the couch, Crow stalked over to the telephone. She wasn’t really surprised with the name Caller I.D picked up. It was inevitable, really. Muttering something unintelligible under her breath, she finally deigned to pick up the phone. “Yeah?”
~”Hey, is that any way to treat a friend? Listen, I have to ask you a favor…”~ The thief winced slightly, resigning it to the inevitable that she wouldn’t get her homework done tonight. If he was calling her a “friend”, it must be bad. But before she had a chance to hang up, her favorite hacker and information junkie spoke again.~ “Turn on the news, will you?”~
"…At this time, we cannot come to any conclussions. There is not a single shread of evidence to be found at the scene of the crime, other than the bodies. No knife, no blood spatter, and no finger prints. Several of the victims were known mutants, and the rest were normal human beings. We are not sure at this time whether the act was perpetrated by humans in retaliation of mutant legislation, or by mutants who believe themselves to be superior. I have nothing further at this time…"
“…So you want to get that reward? Typical, typical,”
~"Oh, come on, you know you're interested,"~The hacker’s tone was unusually light, and slightly faster than normal. Crow instantly took warning. It was that voice that had goaded her into the impossible, the stupid, and sometimes the dangerous. It also meant he knew more than she did. It also signified what he was going to say next.~Besides…you owe me one, for that bit out in Greece. Do you have any idea how hard it is to crack SHIELD’s network?”~
…And there it was. The one statement that would get her to do anything. Miri let out an annoyed sigh, taking her time with an inevitable answer. “Fine. Any hints on where to start?” She really needed to break off the “information habit.” Having contacts better than anyone else’s came at too high a price.
~”Try Salem Center. You know the town, its right up near the Xavier Institute.”~ And with that final bit of advice, he hung up, leaving Crow wondering exactly how much he knew. “It must be nice, being omniscient,” she told the mutt on the couch, who was still watching her. “I’ll be gone a while. Watch the place, will you?” Miri never felt the need for locks. Between the constant influx of strays—of any species—and a local reputation, she found they were more than useless. The mutt nodded his assent in an oddly human gesture, and Miri turned to get ready. It was time for a trip out of the city.
Finding WisdomWho: Crow With: Possibly Wisdom Where: Salem Center When: Nighttime (subject to change) OOC: I wasn’t sure the time on this, so I made one up. I can edit if ya want.
The teenager pulled into one of the convenient commuter parking lots of Salem Center, parked, and left her “borrowed” Jetta unlocked as she stepped out. If she was lucky, the car would make its way back to the original owner before she was finished, and save her some work. A city kid, Crow had never really felt the need for a car—flying, or even walking, was usually faster. Besides, getting a legal driver’s license would require being eighteen. Why buy a car when stealing one was so much more economical?
Carefully making sure she was out of view from the road, Crow turned into a screech owl. The shifter took to the air in a silent flurry of red-brown feathers, quickly rising above tree- and building-level. She hovered above the lot for a moment, thinking. If I was set on murdering people involved in the mutant issue, who would I pick? The thing was, she didn’t have a clue. I wish I had more information. With a mental sigh, she headed toward the center of town. With no other leads, it was the best place to start.
While New York was the city that never slept, Salem Center certainly did. At this hour, there were few cars and fewer pedestrians. Crow sailed over the deserted streets, flight low, silent, and unseen. A blinking hotel sign caught her attention, and she looped it once before coming to a landing on a lamppost across the street, shifting back as she did so. It was the first hotel she had seen, and possibly a good spot for anyone only planning on staying a day or two. Someone on…a business trip. Tags: Peter(but not Parker ), any others joining in.
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Re: Finding WisdomWho: Pete Wisdom With: Crow Where: Salem Center When: Nighttime
The rundown motel wasn't really Peter's style. He was used to the Hilton, or some other big name chain, but with the media making such a fuss over his recent jobs, Peter was forced to step down a notch or five. So, Sleepy Willow Inn it was.
The taxi pulled up to the main office and Peter got out. He tossed money through the passenger window and a little extra for a tip. He grabbed his bag, which contained all the gear for his job tomarrow night, and turned around to head toward his room. That's when he saw her.
Peter, being naturally observant from all his training, immediately noticed the way this girl carried herself. He didn't think she would cause problems, but she had this way about her that made him consider her a second time. She was eyeing the Hotel like she was looking for someone. Peter took off his sunglasses and placed them in a pocket on his duster.
He walked to the door of his room, 12 A on the first floor, which took him about 10 yards from her. He got out his key and started to unlock te door, but thought better of it. He turned to face her, and in his thick English/Scottish hybrid accent, he asked, "Excuse me miss." He waited until he was sure she had heard him before continuing. "Might you be in need of assistance?"
Re: OOCWho: Crow With: Petey Where: Lamppost outside of Sleepy Willow Inn, Salem Center When: Night OOC: Okay then, moving this along.
It was a dark and stormy—okay, it wasn’t. It was a clear, warm night, and Miri was stargazing. People-gazing, too, but they weren’t supposed to know that. Thankfully, only a few came and went, and she dismissed almost all of them at once. There was only one she was really watching now, a woman in her late twenties, who had taken a room on the second floor. Lucky for Crow, the hotel had a good-sized nest of mice—if her target so much as sneezed, she would hear about it.
The slam of a car door drew Crow’s attention from stars and rodents, and onto the street below her. She saw a taxi drive off, leaving a man who didn’t look quite suited to the atmosphere she had picked up from Salem Center. Although, she considered, it could have just been him. What normal person wore sunglasses without the sun? Another person to watch, then. Killers came in all shapes and forms, but assassins were a breed apart. They always had a few mannerisms…
Miri looked down on the man with open interest; for the moment playing the part of a suburban teenager. His question didn’t come as a surprise—although getting up a lamppost wasn’t that difficult (at least, not if you had claws or wings) few people bothered to do so in the dead of night. “I’m fine, thanks,” she replied languidly, accenting it with a slightly dazed smile. All traces of the light Bronx accent she usually kept on for show had disappeared. “Have you seen the stars? They’re very pretty.” Tags: Petey
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Peter's immediate thought was, This lass is a little off. Who climbs a lamp-post in the middle of the night? Although,her comment about stargazing did make some sense. After all, near the Inn, the top of a lamp-post, or the roof would be the best places to stargaze. Accenting to her comment, Peter looked up at the stars. They were very pretty. With all of his running around for work, he hadn't taken time to notice the stars in this hemisphere of the world.
"Alright, I'll give you that one," Peter looked back to the girl, "They are very pretty." Peter smiled his beautiful smile at her and continued probing for information. "So, stargazing. That's what you're doing up there? Pretty dangerous place to be, you could fall and break your little neck." Peter unconsciously shifted his bag to his left hand, freeing up his right hand if he needed to defend himself. This was a habit he picked up while learning probe techniques, you neve knew when you would be attacked by your scource.
"Wouldn't the roof be a better place? If you slipped there, atleast you'd have a solid surface close under you, not 15 meters under you?" Peter's eyes also began to scan her body, making sure there were no lumps or unusual places she could hide a weapon. These little habit were quite annoying, but they had saved his life many times. He really couldn't complain.
Re: OOCWho: Crow With: Petey Where: Lamppost outside of Sleepy Willow Inn, Salem Center When: Night OOC: Okay then, moving this along.
There, she had confused the poor man. If he wasn’t under suspicion for being an assassin, Miri might have even felt bad for him. Okay, so she probably wouldn’t, even if there wasn’t a doubt in the world that he was just an innocent traveler. Messing with people was so much fun, after all.
Even if he wasn’t an assassin, watching him wasn’t that bad. He had a nice voice, and better smile. And, from the looks of it…he was either checking her out, or making sure she wouldn’t pull a baseball bat out and start beating him. Both options gave Crow a warm glow of satisfaction. If it was the latter, there was no way he’d see anything suspicious—not even a pat-down would reveal her sleek sheaths or hidden pockets. If it was the former…well, who didn’t mind being checked out?
“Why would I fall?” she asked him by way of reply, still under the guise of “innocent suburbian”. “Besides,” she continued, looking ever-so-slightly pouty, “They don’t allow me up on the roof any more.” Oh, how she loved lying. It was just more…interesting…than the truth.
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A lie. Peter had caught her out in something. The subtle variables that people leave off when they lie, are always a dead give away. You can trick a lie detector, but you can't change body language. Her eyes slightly shifted to the left of his body, like she looked at his shoulder. peter doubted she even noticed she had done it. Everyone does it, even Peter, and that irked him. But here his training was coming in handy. Now only if he knew how she was lying. He decided to play along with it.
"So, not up on the roofs anymore. What did you do, try to burn the place down?" Peter smiled coyly at her. She was attractive. But un-fortunately, Peter didn't have time for a fling. Besides, from what he had seen, even 15 year olds in this country were older looking than they really were. She might look good, but she might be jail bait. And going to jail, was definately not on his to-do list for any point in his life. But still....looking wasn't illegal.
"If they don't let you on the roof anymore, then you must be from around here. It's getting kind of late, do you need a ride home? I can get you a cab if you need one?" Peter dropped his bag by his feet and leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. "Of coarse, we could always just sit out here talking all night long. Either way suits me." And then his smile came back.
Wisdom Found?Who: Crow With: Petey Where: Lamppost outside of Sleepy Willow Inn, Salem Center When: Night OOC: Okay then, moving this along.
Caught at her own game. Right after her last statement, Miri noticed the slightest stiffening in her acquaintance; an even subtler narrowing of his eyes. Either he didn’t like what she said, or he knew she was lying. From experience, she knew she was one hell of a liar. If he wasn’t the assassin, Crow would eat her tail feathers.
Things were starting to get interesting.
Crow’s deception stepped up a notch as she took full advantage of being a shapeshifter and telepath. Sure, humans were generally horrible liars, but plenty of other things weren’t. It was the easiest thing in the world to drop another persona over her mind, putting her conscious thoughts into a separate “section” of her brain. It would be difficult for even a telepath to catch a lie on her now…although if they didn’t actually see her, they would have a hard time telling what species Crow was.
Crow gave the man a reluctant, embarrassed smile at his inquiry. “It’s nothing really. Only a few scorch marks.” And it was true; as she had circled the building earlier, Miri noticed some odd burns on the roof, possibly the result of firecrackers.
“Nah, I don’t need to be home tonight,” she replied to his second question, this time letting some subtle—very subtle—signs of a lie into her body language. Let him think that she was dodging a curfew….she wasn’t getting down that pole, or turning her back to him. If he was professional, it was unlikely he would decide to attack even a possible threat where people were present, but there was no point in becoming an easy target.
It was time for some questions of her own. “So,” the teen asked him, “You in town on business? Visiting? What’s your name?” Tags: Wisdom
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Peter watched the slightest shift of her shoulder. That was a tell, fidgiting always was. But something was fish about it. It almost seemed planned. But Peter being Peter, he didn't think anyone was dumb enough to intentionally get themselves caught in a lie, not over a lamp-post anyway. Besides, she looked like a minor,she was probably just lying about curfew, homework, or some other teenager thing like that.
Peter thought about her two questions then. Business and a name? Ok, he could play along. Beside, no one would expect someone in his line of work to give their real name. "Busines, yeah. I work for large employers with deep pockets. I do mainly....personel, lay-offs and the like. Sometimes, I do customer service as well."
Peter then decided on using common courtesy and human decency to get her down and on a level playing field. Peter reached out and up toward her with his right hand, a gesture for a hand shake. "I'm Peter, Peter Wisdom. A plaesure to meet you, Ms.......?" Peter left his hand out toward her to shake. So now, she could be rude, or polite. Peter waited to find out which she would choose.
Re: Wisdom Found?Who: Crow With: Petey Where: Lamppost outside of Sleepy Willow Inn, Salem Center When: Night OOC: Okay then, moving this along.
In a deep, hidden part of her brain, Miri watched the man’s reaction to her newest lie with a great deal of satisfaction. He had fallen for the ruse; hook, line, and sinker. Everyone lied, usually about petty things. If she had her pet lie-detector caught up with why she wasn’t home, sleeping, he would be more likely to miss the things that actually mattered. Particularly if the minor lies could be spotted…and the major ones impossible to see.
Layoffs, huh? Nice euphemism, that. I wonder how many complain to their former employers? it would have been suicide to say such aloud, but the thought of doing so was still incredibly tempting. Even in the sarcasm went unnoticed, it would confirm her suspicions of the man. “Really?” she asked, eyes wide and intrigued, “I guess you get to travel a lot, then. Who are you laying off this time?” Maybe Crow was really suicidal after all.
Peter’s introduction—that was his real name, as far as she could tell—and outstretched had overridden Crow’s sense of self-preservation. It wasn’t that much of a risk, she reasoned. If it came down to it, Miri had surprise on her side. Hopping down from her perch, the teen made a neat, quiet landing beside Mr. Wisdom. She straightened up, and extended her own hand, as if about to shake it. After a brief pause, her hand half out, she finished the distance to clasp his hand. “The name’s Miri.” Tags: Pete
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Who: Gambit, Mana, Pyro, Swann, Wolfsbane When: Afternoon, Saturday, May 13th, 2006 Where: Pyro and Swann‘s room, Garage, Salem Centre Mall. OOC: JP between Mana (Gambit, Mana, Pyro) & Thena (Swann & Wolfsbane). One sexual reference warning.
Pyro dashed up the stairs to the room he shared with Swann, “Hey Babe, you in here still?” he called, pushing the door open and looking around.
Skye was all curled up on the bed, wrapped around John's pillow, burying her face into the scent, her eyes closed for that moment. She wasn’t sleeping, just resting. She responded to her husband's voice with a muffled groan.
“Oh, okay, well,” John started, grinning down at her, “I just came to see if you were up to going to the movies with me, Mana, and her new friend, ya know, that Gambit guy?” he asked.
"I’m up," she replied, peeking an eye open at him, raising a hand to him.
He reached down to gently take that hand and pull her from the bed, “Well, come on then, they’re waiting,” he said, grinning at her.
Slender arms wrapped themselves gently around his neck, curling into his hair for a moment. "You know...you are oblivious...when your wife states that she’s going to bed...and offers you a spot with her...that means she wants something...and you go and leave her to sleep..."
John laughed, “Babe, you fell asleep while I was, ah, you know… during foreplay…” he words trailed off, and he tried not to laugh at her.
"I did not..." she stated looking at him. "I thought that was a dream..."
“Um…” John let out a snicker, trying so hard to hold back the laugh threatening to come out. “No, it wasn’t…” and he snickered again.
"Oh my…" was the thoroughly embarrassed half moan from the redhead. Tossing her body on the bed, Skye covered her flushing face with a pillow, hiding herself.
John cracked up finally, unable to hold it back any longer, as he walked over towards the door, “Ya still coming, Babe, or have I thoroughly embarrassed you enough for one day?” he inquired.
"Go away," she called out muffled to him.
“Okay,” he answered, shrugging, and walking out the door, laughing so hard he could barely breathe.
*You’re really gonna leave me here?* came the soft almost pitiful voice in his head.
*Come out into the hallway, and you can then tell me,* he quipped, his smile clearly felt through the link they shared.
The pregnant mutant slipped off the bed and got her emotions under control enough to stick her head out of the bedroom door into the hallway, and, as soon as she appeared, she was dragged around gently into the pyrokinetic’s arms. “Heya Beautiful,” he greeted, grinning at her.
'Hi...are you done mocking me now?" she asked him, weaving her arms back up around his neck.
“Yes, cos we have to get going,” he told her, breaking the hug, and pulling her gently behind him.
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It was obvious by the look on the Cajun’s face that the two had been holding both him and Mana up, Pyro climbing into the back of Mana’s Commordore, smiling an apology, “Sorry, Gambit,” he said.
“What about me?” Mana asked, mock annoyed with him.
“Ah, yeah, sorry Mana,” John said, winking at her, a little shocked she was letting the Southerner drive her car.
"I’m going with... I need away from the walking popsicle," came the soft Scottish brogue of Rahne, jumping into an empty seat. "Someone can’t keep his eyes to himself..." she muttered.
Skye raised an eyebrow as she looked at her redheaded friend. "No... I thought he was into you... why would he be checking out someone else?"
"Hell if I know... and guess he’s not into me as much as I thought... so I’m going with you.”
Pyro had to laugh again, “Oh, come on, Rahne, there is no way he is checking out someone else… no way in hell,” he said, grinning at her, “He’s so totally into ya it’s not funny.”
“Wha’e’er, now we be goin’,” came the Cajun’s answer, starting the car, and putting his foot down, turning up the radio when the car turned onto the road.
Skye sat up and leaned in, turning the radio down. "Ok... that hurts MY ears… no way are you subjecting my foetus to that..." she said, with a cheeky grin at Gambit. Rahne didn’t say anything as she slumped back in the seat and stared out the window.
Mana stayed pretty silent too, eyes moving to look at Gambit every so often, then glance back at those in the back seat, one time getting a raised eyebrow in question from her foster brother, *Mana’s in love,* he teased, via their link, Mana’s cheeks going bright red.
*Mana admit’s the guy is gorgeous, but he is far from my type,* she reassured her friend.
~Loves overrated,~ came the sullen reply from the wolf as she sank further into the backseat. Skye looked over at her and ran a hand down her arm gently.
That received a frown from Mana, the Cajun looking at the Irish girl via the review mirror, not hearing what she'd said, not a part of the whole Empathic mind link the four easily shared, but still knowing something was seriously up. Pyro’s reaction was to ask her, “What the heck has the Iceman been doing? It’s doesn’t sound like him at all.”
"I don’t even know what’s going on... we finally decided that we could actually be together... like officially... and then he leaves to do something... and I went to find him later, and he was all curled up with his ex."
“I find that hard to believe… curled up with his ex?” John shook his head, “No way.”
Meanwhile, Remy turned the car into the Salem Centre Mall undercover car park, parking the car, and turning in his seat, “We be ‘ere,” he simply announced, before getting out.
Summary: Pyro, Gambit, Mana, Swann, and Wolfsbane head into Salem Centre to catch a movie, and grab some food.
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OOC: Mana, Pyro, and Gambit come from HERE, and we will get them all to Pete and Miri’s position in our next JP. Edited by: Pyro at: 5/20/06 10:44 am
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Peter clasped Miri's hand firmly, as he shook it twice. He smiled at her. "A pleasure to meet you then Ms. Miri." Peter let her hand go and turned around, picking up his bag off the ground. He started toward his room, fishing his keys back out of his pocket. "If you'd like, I have a some Pepsi-cola inside. I won't offer for you to come in, but I could bring one out for you. They're cold." Peter unlocked the door and tossed his bag inside.
He walked over to the mini fridge, the one thing in the room that didn't seem 10 years old, and opened it up, careful to shield the chilled liquid explosives and other various tools of his trade, which needed to be kept cold. He grabbed out two Pepsi cans and closed the fridge. He exited the room ad closed the door behind him.
"So, what do you say? A soda?" Peter tossed one to her and opened his up. He then sat down on one of the parking space blocks and started to drink his soda. He would have a beer, but he never drank when there was work to be done. "So, Miri. How old are you? You go to school around here?" Realizing he might sound a little pushy Peter apologized. "Sorry, but this is my first time to America. I'm a bit curious about the way thigns are here."
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Crow wrinkled her nose after Peter had turned his back, an automatic reaction to the title “Miss”. At the same time, she was both relieved and disappointed he didn’t invite her inside. It proved his current intentions were honest, but also meant she couldn’t snoop around his room. At least, not at the moment. Once he was asleep, however…well, there were reasons she was considered one of the best burglars out there.
She accepted the soda gratefully, and cautiously opened it. For being thrown, it was only mildly explosive, hissing as she lifted the tab. In the dead of night, the caffeine and sugar it provided were godsend. Pity her tolerance to both was so high.
Taking her cue from Peter, Crow slid down to sit cross-legged against the post behind her. She watched her companion over the rim of her can, listening to his sudden questions with some amusement. After he had finished—and apologized—the teen’s lips twitched into a smile. “It’s fine, really. I’m seventeen,” She sipped her Pepsi and made a face before continuing, “And yeah, I go to school here. Salem High, if you’ll believe the originality of its founders.” It was times like this Crow was really, really glad she at least knew a little about the town. With his admission, hopefully it would be more than he knew. Speaking of which… “Hey, what part of the island are you from? I can’t place the accent.” Tags: Peter, Mana, Pyro, Gambit, Swann, and Wolfsbane. (The list suddenly got harder to write. O_o)
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Peter chuckled at the comment about the originality of the founders. "Salem High, yeah. As original as dirt. I swear, sometimes I wonder how you Yanks ever won the war." Peter chuckled a bit at his sarcam and crushed the can with only his right hand. He then placed the can on the ground beside his feet and crossed his hands over his knees.
Peter listened to her next question and lifted an eye-brow. She could normally place people by their accent? That didn't sound too normal for a seventeen year old high school girl. That was something usually only trained professionals and people who spent many months, possibly years, over in the U.K. could do. "I'm from northern England, Newcastle to be exact. So close to the border, really, that I developed a mixed accent, a cross between Northern English and Scottish. So, it doesn't surprise me that you can't tell the difference."
This was starting to turn a bit wierd. She seemed like an average teenager, but all of a sudden, Peter wasn't so sure. Her comment about his accent, for some reason irked him. If he had hackles, they probably would be standing on end right about now. She was just too.........learned for an American teenager who was merely star-gazing. He'd have to stay more on his toes. Maybe he'd already let too much slip.
The air around Peter's right hand started to heat up, and a slight hiss could just barely be heard, if one was listening hard enough for it. Peter immediately realized that he almost instictively conjured a hot-blade, and without the slightest change in demeanor or giving anything away, he stopped it. He then stood up and picked up the can by his feet. "Would you care for another?" He'd have to see how much more he could get out of her.
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Re: Finding WisdomWho: Gambit, Mana, Pyro, Swann, Wolfsbane, featuring Iceman. When: Afternoon - Evening, Saturday, May 13th, 2006 Where: Salem Centre Mall Cinema - Sleepy Willow Inn. OOC: JP - Part 2 between Mana (Gambit, Mana, Pyro, Iceman) & Thena (Swann & Wolfsbane).
Rahne immediately got out of the car. "I’m not stupid John... I know what I saw… I know the scent of her perfume," she stated softly, feeling hot tears appear in her eyes. "I’m sorry...this was a bad idea," she said as she walked off away from the car, her arms folded across her chest.
Skye looked at her friend and then at her husband before sending a telepathic thought to Bobby Drake, wherever he was. *Iceman, you’re in trouble when I get back....* She ran a hand through her hair as she leaned against the car.
~What?~ came the thought from the ice-making mutant, ~What have I done? I haven’t done anything…~
*What do you mean what did you do...I’m looking at a certain redhead right now that’s in tears because you were snuggled up with Anna today…*
Bobby didn’t know whether to be angry or upset, ~For your information, I was comforting her. Her mother was badly injured, and she has no way of getting back home to see her or help her out. If Rahne had taken the time to ask me why I was giving her a hug, before getting upset, she would have realised that,~ came his answer, his tone clearly torn between anger, and hurt.
*If you snap at me again Drake...I’ll fry your mind right now...ok...don’t snap at me...all I know is that Rahne’s crying...which she doesn’t do.....you might talk to her...*
~I will, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t threaten me like that again, Skye. You don’t have the right to,~ and with that, Bobby closed off his mind, the best way he knew how to, getting on with what he had been doing when her message had come through.
Skye sighed tiredly. "Stupid hormones....I’ll have to say I’m sorry later.." she said.
Rahne walked alone, her cell phone in her hands, debating, Gambit close behind her, “I be guessin’ he be havin’ a good reason t’ be huggin’ de femme, Petit, cos, jus’ by me lookin’ at yo’ dere be non way I be both’rin wit’ mah ex if I be havin’ yo’,” he told her, pushing open the door to the cinema.
Rahne couldn’t help the smile that curled up her lips. She dialled Bobby’s cell, hoping he’d answer.
Looking at the screen, Bobby sighed, “Here we go. Please believe me,” he whispered, pressing the call button, “Hi Rahne,” he said, waiting to be yelled at.
"Tell me one time that it wasn’t what it looked like...Bobby...please..." Rahne’s voice sounded almost plaintive to the Iceman’s ears, “I love you, Rahne,” he simply said, “It wasn’t what it looked like. Wave was upset, I was merely offering some comfort. I am still her fried, after all.”
There was almost an audible sigh of relief from the copper haired Scot as she leaned against a stone pillar. "I love you too...I’m sorry...I just... I know how hard it was for you to split up with her."
“It was a mutual decision, Wolfsbane, the hardest part was admitting that it wasn’t going to work,” he explained.
“Yo, Rahne,” came Pyro’s voice a short distance away, over near where they were to walk towards the hallway holding all the cinema rooms, “Time to go in, hurry up.”
"I don’t know why I reacted like I did. I trust you...really I do…I’m just scared of losing you just as I’ve got you... SHUT UP JOHN...I'M BUSY!" she yelled back.
Bobby held his phone away from his ear for that last bit, putting it back and saying, “Ow,” grinning, and then quickly adding, “You won’t lose me, Rahne, I promise, now where are you?” he asked.
"Movie theatre....I crashed a little party with Skye, John, Mana, and some French guy..." she said with a shrug.
Bobby chuckled, “So, that’s why he’s calling you. You know John doesn’t like to miss the start of a movie. Go on, Baby, we can talk more later,” he said, wishing he could hug her through the phone.
"Why don’t you come here...you’d miss the first little bit...but who cares...?" she asked, brushing hair out of her eyes.
Iceman thought about that for a second, “Yeah, well, I guess with Gambit and Mana there I would only have to leave a note for the Professor…” he paused, “Yeah, okay, I’ll be there soon, k?”
Rahne smiled as she headed towards Skye and the others. "I’ll sit on the end so you can find me," she told her boyfriend before she hung up the phone.
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Mana could honestly say that she felt slightly out of place, however, she probably wasn’t the only one. Not only was Pyro and Swann walking with arms around each other towards the take away they’d decided to head to after the movie, but Iceman had turned up, and he and Rahne were walking pretty much the same way. She’d grinned at several sideways glances the cheeky Cajun had given her, but deep down, she was tired of being the only one in her circle of friends, aside from her new friend, that didn’t have someone to cuddle up to.
Skye leaned against John as they walked down the street, stopping to look into the window of a clothes baby shop. "Ooh look at that.." she said, staring in awe at a mahogany crib with ornate carved designs.
Rahne didn’t want to not touch Bobby, she had to be in some sort of physical contact with him or she felt lost.
“I no’ be goin’ in dere!” the Cajun exclaimed, looking almost horrified, Pyro laughing at the guy, “What’s wrong, Remy, too close to home for you?” he asked, which received the most classic death stare from the Southerner.
“Oooh, look at that,” Bobby said, chuckling, “You’re dead, John.”
Skye gave Gambit a look that clearly said touch my husband and I kill you. Rahne caught sight of the look and lost control, giggling helplessly. She slid her hand into the back pocket of Bobby’s pants, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
Mana grinned at the group… this felt good, even with the sadness of not having that special someone in her life, just being out with friends was always a lot of fun, “So, how about the movie? Anyone not like it?” she asked, trying to change the subject away from baby things, for Gambit’s sake.
“Wha’ de heck yo’ be meanin’ by t’o close t’ home?” Gambit asked, eyes narrowing.
~Wonderful,~ Mana thought, having a funny feeling her friend was going to take that the wrong way.
“I was just kidding, Remy,” John tried to clarify, and it was only a nudge from Mana that calmed the Cajun down enough to realise, Yeah, he had only been kidding, it wasn’t nothing personal.
Skye pulled John to her and kissed him lovingly. "Love...don’t tease tonight...please?" she asked him softly, looking into his eyes. Rahne watched them with a happy, semi-jealous smile. She loved Bobby, and hoped she’d get what Swann had.
“I’ll try not to, Babe,” John promised, kissing her back, the group continuing down the street, glancing around at shops and other places, pausing every so often to glance in a window, admire any nice looking cars or bikes that went past, and just generally enjoy each others company.
They soon passed by Sleepy Willow Inn, Mana smiling at the two people talking near a lamp post, her other friends too busy either looking at each other, or at the ground, as was the case with the Cajun, Mana nudging him again as they continued on, “What’s up?” she asked.
“Nothin’ Cher, I jus’ be stuck wit’ a group o’ lovebirds,” he teased, grinning from ear to ear.
Summary: Pyro, Gambit, Mana, Swann, and Wolfsbane are joined at the movies by Iceman, then after the movie they start the fair distant walk to the food place they have chosen for the night, passing by Miri and Pete’s position.
Tags: Miri and Pete
OOC: I am guessing Miri would most likely recognise Mana and Gambit from the mission, so, yeah, let the interaction begin.
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Re: Finding WisdomWho: Crow With: Peter, movie gang Where: Outside Sleepy Willow Inn When: Nighttime, May 13th OOC: Dragoonus, try this board. “We only won ‘cause the silly Brits wore big red targets,” Crow replied, more than a hint of laughter sneaking into her voice. At his response to her question, though, she started mentally cursing herself. How had she slipped up like that? Suspicion was one of the last things she wanted him to have right now, potentially even more dangerous than full knowledge of whom she was. Neither the girl’s expression nor posture changed, but mentally, she was kicking herself. Hard.
“Sorry,” she apologized, smiling sheepishly, “Accents are a hobby of mine. Too much theatre at school, I guess.” Grinning suddenly, her tone shifted into light self-mockery. “And way too much Monty Python.”
Miri didn’t hear the hiss, but a nearly imperceptible wash of heat caught her attention. Hadn’t the news report mentioned cauterization? Her mental activity paused for a second as another question came up. “No thanks, I’m fine,” she replied, lifting her half-empty soda. “How’d you drink that so fast? Osmosis?" There was almost no doubt in her mind that Peter was the assassin she was supposed to track down, but where did that leave her? She hadn’t been told what to do with him. Besides, he was a nice guy, as assassins went. If neither of them had been working, they might be friends.
Hearing footsteps and voices farther up the street, Crow twisted her head around, and caught the eye of someone who was all too familiar. From Mana’s smile, however, she guessed she hadn’t been recognized. Then again, why would she be? The older woman had only seen her as a ferret and sea gull. Miri surveyed the rest of the group, and was able to pick out another familiar face, and a few she guessed were also Xavierites.
Crow wasn’t entirely sure their arrival was a good thing, but it did leave one good possibility open—there was a chance at least one of them was a telepath. If so, she could, at least, determine Peter’s cause. If not…well, nothing would happen. Miri wasn’t able to contact any of them actively, but anyone could use telepathy passively, if they knew the trick to it. Concentrating, the girl broadcasted a thought for anyone sensitive to pick up on. *Hey, have you seen the news recently?* Tags: Mana, Peter, telepaths
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Peter chuckled to her when she asked if he had osmosed the soda. "No. Afraid not. I used to be the soda drinking champion back in Primary School. I could drink an entire soda in 4.5 seconds flat." Peter chuckled again, remmebering the days before his life had taken the turn into what it was now. Back when he could afford to have friends, and spend more than two weeks in one spot.
The group passing them by a bit away also caught Peter's eye. But he paid them no mind and immediately put them out of mind. Miri, he noticed, did not. Her gaze lingered on them for just a second too long. She turned back to face Peter again, but she seemed a bit distant, as if she was concentrating on something. Peter had been doing what he did for long enough to know what that meant. She knew.
He didn't know how she knew, or even how he knew that she knew. But he did, and so did she. Suddenly stuff that didn't quite fit earlier started to make sense now. Her subtle slipping of the lie that he thought was too easy to detect, the fact that she had been up in a lamp-post, and a bit reluctant to come down. She had figured out who he was, what he was, and she looking for a way out of there to expose him.
Peter looked down at the ground between his boots and sighed aloud. He then looked back up at her, his eyes a bit cold and distant. When he spoke, his voice was calm, too calm, almost the same tone as someone who was resigning himself to the fact he might have to kill someone who was pretty-much innocent. "So....Miri. A final question for you, if you don't mind."
Peter was silent for a second as he collected his thoughts. How to get his point across, maybe find a way out of killing the girl. He liked her, she was someone he was comfortable around, except that she now posed a bigger threat than he'd given her credit for. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his sunglasses, sliding them back over his eyes. There was only one thing he could think to ask. He wanted to know where he'd gone wrong and let it slip to her that he was the one the news was talking about. "How did you know?"
Re: Wisdom Found?Who: Crow With: Peter, movie gang Where: Outside Sleepy Willow Inn When: Nighttime, May 13th OOC: Edit: Uhh, I think the post censor is a little whacked.
Looking back to Peter, Miri saw the one thing that she had dreaded above all others this evening: the death-look. No, it wasn’t a glare like most people thought it to be, but the cold look common to professional killers. It was one that Crow hated every time she saw it, despite the target. She met it resignedly, the bright mask she had worn all evening suddenly dropped. She knew the truth about him; she might as well return the favor.
Crow’s gaze dropped down to the concrete. Very deliberately she picked up her half-empty Pepsi can and finished it off. When she looked back to him, thoughts collected, her eyes were very round; pupils a vertical dash. If it came down to what she was dreading, the cat-like eyes would give her some small advantage. “Sunglasses don’t help your night vision,” she reminded him quietly. “How I knew? Intuition, good eyes, and more luck than one person should have,”
Crow paused again, torn. Even if she could win a fight against him, she didn’t want to. But there was the matter of an assassination to deal with, too. Sighing, she continued, “No matter what my job de*****ion might have implied, ‘stopping you’ was not directly stated in it. But…” For the second time that month, Miri felt helpless. Not in that she couldn’t take care of herself—no, that she could do well—but in the choices to be made here, tonight. She didn’t have to stop him, if she didn’t want to. She didn’t want him to be harmed. She didn’t want his target to die, either. With a small, humorless smile, she looked back to him. “…But don’t regret what you do.” Tags: All there
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Re: Wisdom Found?Who: Mana, Pyro, Gambit With: Swann, Iceman, Wolfsbane, Miri and Pete nearby. When: Nighttime, May 13th Where: Passing by Sleepy Willow Inn
Mana had the sudden urge to turn around and look at the two they had just past, frowning a little at the body language she could only just read, despite the fact there was a lamp above the two. ~Something is so wrong there,~ she thought, feeling someone tap her on the shoulder.
“What’s up?” ask her foster brother, John leaning his head to the side in question.
Mana sighed, there was no hiding her thoughts from him, their bond was just way to close. “Nothing, just don’t think those two are on the best of terms with each other right now,” she explained, nodding towards the man and woman they’d just past.
“Yeah, well, I think someone is talking to Skye,” he said, “I mean, I felt some sort of pull via the link I share with her. Does that even make any sense?” Pyro asked.
Mana nodded vigorously, “You felt it too, oh thank you, I am not going crazy,” and with that, both of them looked towards Swann, whose hand John was quick to move over and take again.
“Are you picking up on some sort of telepathic message?” Mana asked her sister in law, the question bringing concerned red-on-black eyes looking in the telepath's direction, "Yo' be tellin' us quick now, Cher," the Cajun urged.
Summary: Mana thinks there is some bad blood between the two they just past, Pyro telling her he is sure someone is trying to talk to Skye telepathically, Mana admitting she felt it too, but thought it was nothing.
Tags: Swann, Wolfsbane, Miri, Pete… Iceman, if his new player is approved, if not, then I shall respond as him in my next post.
Edited by: Mana4X2 at: 5/23/06 6:24 am
Re: Finding Wisdom
Peter adjusted his pants legs below his knees as he listened to Miri talk. "Actually, Miri, my glasses do have a slight night vision capabilities." He could understand now where he'd gone wrong. "I wear them soo much, I forget I have them on sometimes." He was mentally cursing himself now. How could he be that stupid? That was a rookie mistake.
The other thing that irked him at the moment, was that he'd been found. A bit too easily if he did say so himself. She had orders atleast to find him, which also marked the first time he had been the target. This job was turning for the worst, all too fast for Peter's liking. Maybe it was time to collect his money and move on.
That's when Peter noticed the passing group had stopped. He kept both eyes on Miri, but watched them with his peripheral vision. He didn't want trouble. Just incase, he prepped himself, the air around his hands got slightly hotter. The closer to ignition, the quicker he could react if something went really bad.
"I don't want to hurt you Miri. You seem like a nice girl. But I can't let you blow my cover, or give me up. So, tell me. What exactly are your orders?" Peter held his breath, hoping she wasn't going to try stopping him. As long as she didn't have that in mind, he could justify not killing her. He also noted the slight change in her pupils. Was she a mutant like he was? If so, that made the challenge that much greater. He had absolutely no idea what her possible powers could be.
Background: Many, many years ago, Charles Francis Xavier established Xavier's School for the Gifted. Also, seeing other Mutants misusing and abusing their powers, he created the first generation of the X-Men.This original team was trained and lead by an old friend of his...Logan, aka Wolverine. Logan's co-leader was a young woman and student named Ororo Munroe, aka Storm. Once the team was trained and fielded on active missions, they took on the additional responsibility of teaching and helping new Mutants deal with their powers.On one horrible night, the X-Men were fielded to stop a particularly powerful Mutant and his 'gang'. The 'intelligence' received on this Mutant and his cohorts was sketchy and actually turned out to be a set-up to entrap the X-Men and take them captive. In the ensuing melee', 'things' happened and a number of the team were killed outright or severely injured.After making sure his remaining team-mates were going to be okay, Logan left. Xavier has not, to current time, explained his absence or even whether or not he survived.Current Time/Game Time: Almost seven years later, as Human/Mutant incidents are on the rise, Xavier once again sees a need for a Mutant 'police force'. He sees this new X-Men team as a force for good and a way to help peacefully integrate the rapidly emerging Mutant society with the established Human society. To this end, he has contacted Logan and asked him to 'come home' and train his 'new' team.
Logan has reluctantly agreed.Can shadows from their past be put aside for the good of the new X-Men? How will the surviving members of the original team react and what will they do as 'truths' are learned about that disastrous night?Note: We want the new X-Men to include younger versions of the old familiar characters such as Scott, Jean, Beast etc...as well as many of the OCC’s and other Canon characters that are available.Please ask the Staff BEFORE stating or establishing that your character was one of the old, now disbanded, original X-Men.
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