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.
The X-Men and all likenesses are the property of Marvel Comics, 20th Century FOX, and ALL the creative minds therein. X-Men Crossroads is a non-profit RPG board. We here participate for the pure enjoyment and satisfaction writing in the X-Men Universe brings.Most of the Bio information is courtersy of Marvel Directory
Taken Under His Wing (X-23/Dr. Chase/Psyche)MarinaBlack
X-23/Stacy X
Posts: 98
(4/29/06 3:01 pm)
OOC: Jonathan played WITH PERMISSION!
With food in her stomach and the OK from the Boss man to stay, Karika was in a better mood than she had ever been in before. Bouncing around like a playful kitty, she followed as Jonathan started walking down the hall. The chicken she ate was long digested and, though she was hungry, she said nothing. Karika was too excited to eat! She got to stay here, with Jonathon, and be safe! If she had the verbal capability, X-23 would've sung a happy song.
Instead, she moved beside him as he made his wait into an office. It read 'Administrative Assistant Office', but Karika wasn't worried. "Be careful, Karika." Jonathan said in a gentle voice; he would not want her to bump any of the expensive equipment in here or topple bookshelves on herself. Karika nodded, pulling her arms close to her sides as Jonathan hunched over the computer.
Suddenly a high pitched sound screamed to life, and Karika hit the deck. "Loud!" She yelled, covering her ears. Jonathan looked over at her, "Don't worry, Karika, it's only a printer. It won't hurt you." Never before in her life had Karika seen a printer. Slowly, she sat up, watching in awe as paper began to amass in the tray...a room list. Standing once more, she touched the paper. It was real! Real paper had come out of this weird plastic and metal box. "Printer!" Karika answered and watched as Jonathan picked up the papers.
They picked up the room list and then Jonathan suggest they get some food and go out onto the patio. A faint smile traced her face. "Outside food." Karika bounded ahead following the scent of food into the kitchen. Periodically, she looked back to make sure Jonathan was with her. Stepping into the kitchen, she went to the fridge and opened it. "Chicken!" She said,pulling out the rest of the chicken from dinner. Jonathon went about wrapping the chicken up and filling himself a cup of hot tea with lemon.
Karika got a large bottle of water and started toward the patio again. Following her nose served her well and before she knew it, they were outside on a lovely patio with sturdy tables and chairs with an umbrella to shade their eyes. Outside in the fresh air...Karika was in her element once more.
X-23 and Jonathan Exit the Mansion
MarinaBlack
X-23/Stacy X
Posts: 99
(4/29/06 3:11 pm)
OOC: Continued from the Kitchen. Jonathon played WITH PERMISSION.
Karika was happily munching away on her cold chicken (her new favorite food) and watching Jonathon sipping his tea. Swinging her feet, as she was far too short to reach the ground on these huge chairs, she took a long drink of water. Jonathon was reading his papers and occasionally picking at his chicken. When he realized that Karika was staring unrelentingly, he gave her a gentle smile. "I am finding you a place to sleep, Karika."
Still eating, much like an animal, she nodded. "Sleep." She said, suddenly feeling a lot more tired. In all honestly, Karika had not slept since she left Weapon X. With all the excitement however, she hadn't felt it. "Sleep good." She said, watching as he took another long sip of tea and examined his papers some more.
Suddenly, all the chicken on her plate was gone and the empty feeling in her stomach was not yet gone. Craning her neck, she saw that Jonathan still had a rather large piece on his plate. Biting her lip, she stealthily moved around the table and then grabbed the chicken. "Mine, chicken!" She said and sat back in her seat, eating it hungrily. As a project of Weapon X...they hadn't really taught her any manners. The only manners she knew were commands...
And Weapon X had never reprimanded for taking something she wanted as hers. In fact, they quite encouraged her to go out and take things she wanted. The more she wanted, the more Weapon X had her in their power. That was going to be a hard habit to break. Finally finishing all the chicken, Karika let her head droop on the table. "Sleep." She said, her dark hair falling over her eyes. She was very tired...as well she should be.
Jonathan just shook his head.
Fionnoula
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Posts: 11
(5/4/06 11:44 am)
Psyche stood not from far the perimeter fence; she had been observing the Mansion from this secluded spot for some hours now. But now it was time to enter and try to make a go of things in a new location.
Only a few weeks ago she had been on a mission near the Mansion, and had been badly injured, she had managed to escape to the surrounding woodland and there had been contacted telepathically by a man named Charles Xavier. The fact that he had been able to cut through the mess that was her mind long enough to talk to her was enough to impress her. Then he had told her about the mansion and invited her to attend, and perhaps join them. So here she was, waiting for the right moment.
She sized up the perimeter fence before taking a deep breath and vaulting easily over it, using a small thread of telekinesis to levitate her belongings over after her. Psyche landed perfectly on the ground, her heeled boots sinking slightly into the lush green lawn. Her small carry case and bag landed next to her, one carrying clothes, the other holding a large assortment of weapons.
She glanced down at what she was wearing and wondered if she should have changed. A short jacket, tight fitting top and trousers and high boots, were her normal attire on a mission, they allowed flexibility and movement without restriction and the dark colours meant she could blend in well with the night. Plus they made her ass look good. But that was beside the point, perhaps they were not the best way to introduce herself. In hindsight she should probably have only worn one gun and kept it hidden rather than two visibly and two hidden, and she was probably meant to use the front door as well but it wasn't really her style. No point in worrying about that now.
Pushing thoughts of manners, clothes and decorum to the side, Psyche struck off over the lawn, levitating the luggage after her. The sound of two voices and the smell of food drew her towards a patio, seeing a man and young girl sitting at one of the tables.
She stepped onto the stone, moving with a dangerous grace and drawing her short jacket around her body so that at least on of her gun holsters was hidden, she sat down on a chair at the table and smiled at the man and girl
"Hi," she said, crossing one leg of the other and pulling a some what crumpled chocolate bar out of her tight fitting trousers. "Nice weather isn't it?" she commented as she leaned back in the chair.
Tags: X-23, Dr. Chase
Edited by: Mana4X2 at: 5/14/06 7:18 am
With: Psyche, X-23
When: Saturday Mid-Afternoon
Where: PatioShe stepped onto the stone, moving with a dangerous grace and drawing her short jacket around her body so that at least one of her gun holsters was hidden, she sat down on a chair at the table and smiled at the man and girl
Jonathan looked up, startled at the intrusion. He was, however, not too startled for his dark blue eyes to take in the sidearms that the woman was wearing before she pulled her jacket closer. Never the type to overtly panic, nonetheless, Jonathan was concerned due to the fact that many students were on the premises in preparation for the new school term. He was also keeping a wary eye on the sleeping X-23, surprised that she had not been awakened by the intruder's presence or her voice. Still guarded, Jonathan shifted his position so that, ostensibly, he was between the woman and X-23.
"Hi," she said, crossing one leg of the other and pulling a somewhat crumpled chocolate bar out of her tight fitting trousers. "Nice weather isn't it?" she commented as she leaned back in the ch[/b]
Jonathan nodded in reply to her comment, expression neutral. "It is unusually pleasant for this time of year. Might I inquire your name and business at the school?" His cultured British accent was more pronounced than usual though his voice was pleasant enough.
As Jonathan spoke to her, he tried to contact Professor Xavier mentally, using what the older man had taught him in the past.
~Sir, we have a potential situation on the patio outside the kitchen. An unknown and armed woman has entered the premises. Please advise.~
Relaxing, Jonathan crossed one leg over another and leaned back in his seat, keeping his proximity to Karika. "May we offer you refreshment? Tea, Lemonade?"Tag: Xavier, Psyche, X-23 Edited by: DrJonathanChase at: 5/14/06 1:01 pm
Re: Taken Under His Wing (X-23/Dr. Chase/Psyche)Who: Professor X With: Himself, Jean & Dr. Chase via Telepathy. When: Saturday, Mid Afternoon Where: Lift to Second floor, then back down to First.
As he rode the lift to the second floor, Charles picked up a telepathic message from Jonathan regarding a possible armed intruder on the grounds.
"I will have someone there presently to secure the situation, Dr. Chase." the professor responded immediately, then turned his internal communications to the next closest telepath, who happened also to be on the second floor and as luck would have it, she was with the very person whose presence was required outside. "Jean....... we need Logan's presence on the patio immediately. Dr. Chase has been confronted by an armed intruder on the premises. Would you please relay the information to Wolverine so he might attend to the matter? I shall return there as soon as I can manage it."
He did not even attempt to speak telepathically with Logan himself. He'd been warned, sometimes viciously, of ever attempting to enter Wolverine's mind. During highly secure missions Logan had been known to tolerate the disembodied voices from the telepaths and over the years he'd gotten somewhat used to it, but he hadn't been faced with that for many years and Charles opted for "better safe than sorry" route. Once the lift made it to its destination and came to a stop, Xavier interrupted the doors from opening and pressed the button that would return the elevator to the ground floor.
Tags: Jean and Chase
Edited by: Mana4X2 at: 5/15/06 1:30 am
Re: Taken Under His Wing (X-23/Dr. Chase/Psyche)Who: Psyche With: X-23, Dr Chase When: Saturday, Mid Afternoon Where: Patio outside the main building
Psyche was taken a back by the English accent, it wasn't often that she heard one, and it always stirred up half memories. This man's voice caused something at the back of her mind to waken, a feeling of deep sorrow and nostalgia spread through her, but why? Her father maybe?
To hide her distress she casually broke off a bit of chocolate and popped it in her mouth, chewing slowly and swallowing before speaking "How rude of me" she said laughing "My name is Psyche, I was in the area a few months ago, and the guy who runs this place thought that I would find being here more...agreeable than my current line of work." she explained, her own English accent was faintly laced with American, and she felt slightly ashamed of it in the face of his cultured one.
Her eyes shifted to the form of a young girl asleep at the table, he seemed to want to protect her. She noticed the slight movement he made to block Psyche from the girl. His daughter? Or just a student Psyche wondered as she watched the man with calm golden eyes.
Quote:"May we offer you refreshment? Tea, Lemonade?"
Psyche looked at him warily, trying to work out why he was offered her drinks. Drugs? Poison? why did he want her to drink something? thoughts raced through her head at lightning speed and clenched a hand lightly at her side before replying. "No thank you, I'm not thirsty. Kind of like a camel" she replied, her voice equally pleasant, musing on that idea, maybe they had put camel genes in her DNA. She smothered a laugh at that point, and glanced up at the man at the same time, wondering if he'd noticed.
Summary: Psyche responds to Dr Chase and wonders what his motives are in offering her refreshments
Tags: Jonathon and X-23
Edited by: Mana4X2 at: 5/15/06 1:32 am
Re: Taken Under His WingWho: Logan and Jean When: Saturday mid-afternoon Where: 2nd floor, Logan’s Room OOC: Jean and Logan continue from HERE!.
... she gathered a small breath and all of her courage before softly calling his name, "Logan... Logan, are you alright?"
He responded to the voice with another slow groan, still not quite aware. He was exhausted, barely having slept half an hour before the dreams rolled in. He wasn't even quite aware that he was sitting up, and the voice seemed to be echoing through his dream state. "Mmmm,'' he acknowledged the question with a tired nod; caught between wakefulness and exhausted sleep.
Jean held her breath for a moment until he slowly answered with a nod. The groan that accompanied his small movement was a fitting soundtrack to the waves of exhaustion and the chaotic pictures rolling through Jean's mind as she struggled to pull her strained shields around her like a protective cloak.
Sensing some easing in the flood of impressions and emotions, she slowly began to move, slipping from her chair to kneel at Logan's bed side, close but not yet daring to reach out to touch him.
"Logan, it's Jean," she murmured softly looking up into his heavy-lidded eyes in an attempt to make sure he was aware of her presence. Meeting his unfocused gaze, she gasped as she was drawn, even deeper this time, into the world of confused thoughts swirling through Logan’s mind. Her mental landscape became one of uncertain footing, creeping almost blindly through a dense fog, sensing movement of unidentified shapes just out of sight.
Concerned, she called out mentally into the swirling, semi-light, hoping to see him appear out of the fog, “Logan, it’s okay… it’s Jean. I’m here. You’re not alone. Come take my hand and we can find our way out of this. We can walk through it together.” Her thought-voice echoed eerily in her own mind, but seemed to drop, leaden in his. Unwilling to push farther into his mind and unable to back out, she watched and waited.
Caught between wakefulness and exhaustion, his semi-conscious mind incorporated her words and image into his dreamscape. It was dark, as it always was inside his dreams and the dense fog that swirled around them was a manifestation that represented his own inner turmoil. It separated him from her - from anyone who may also be there - it allowed her words to come to him, as ghostly and as hollow and thin as the actual wisps of vapor drifting all around him. "I'm here... you're not alone... take my hand... we'll walk through this together...."
He sat slumped on the edge of the bed, his eyes closed as he sank deeper into exhausted sleep, but in his dream he stood enveloped in a thick fog. Alert and cautious, wondering which way he'd have to go to get out of it, he turned slowly in a circle trying to see past it when a soft lilting voice cut through the darkness. His head snapped around and he listened as the soft echo of it faded into silence.
"Logan, it's Jean," he heard from afar.
"Jeannie?" he called out, feeling both hopeful and sad.
"Take my hand," he heard her say and walked forward toward the sound of her voice until he got close enough to see her through the thinning edge of the fog. The strange unknown light source, that illuminates even our darkest dreams, casted haunting shadows of Wolverine's form on the billowing grey cloud as it past around him. In the dreamscape, Jean stood against a black background and although the dense mist floated around her, it did not envelope her. Logan stood just inside the edge of the fog, noticing that very aspect of her in his dream.
It signified to him, what he'd always believed to be true, no matter how much he'd wish it to be different. Jean Grey was a person with a clean life and a clear future... so clean and clear that even something as uncontrollable as a bank of fog could not cloud the vision of that...... she had purpose in her life, a place she always felt that she belonged in, people who accepted her and loved her and she felt the same about them.
He stood and looked at her silently through the veil of fog separating them; separating him from her and from everyone else. Logan never felt like he belonged... anywhere. No matter where he was at the time, he always felt that he belonged somewhere else... he just didn't know where that 'somewhere else' was. He'd searched for it his whole life... whenever his life was his to command. He knew that those feelings of separation and of not belonging had alot to do with the fact that he couldn't remember most of his life and many of the experiences that shaped who he is today. He knew that, but it didn't make it any easier.
As Jean reached out her hand to him in the dream, Logan raised his hand too, then pulled it back before the gesture was able to complete. He looked to the ground, the scowl on his face showed both hurt-anger and sadness. Then he raised his eyes to her and she looked at him with a concerned expression.
"It took a long time, Jeannie," he began to explain to her in a quiet tone; a tone similar to regret, that tone that tells you when a person has given alot of thought to something in their lives and found it lacking. She listened attentively as he continued, both in the dream and as she knelt beside him in his room. "Took a long time... for me to get used to bein' a part of a team. A real team... like the X-Men... not the kind that ya' get thrown into cuz yer government property an' ya' just do what yer told an' go where yer told with whomever ya' happen to be assigned to....."
He stared at her outstretched hand beckoning him to come closer, beckoning him in friendship... "The X-Men... they told me... they tried to teach me that it was okay to reach out, to want and to accept friendship... they told me that I could depend on someone to be there, to always watch my back." He told her, then paused as he thought about how much he wanted that to be true, but it wasn't true. It just simply wasn't true... not for him. "That might be the way it is for you... and the others... but it's not true for me, Jean. You offer... you reach out yer hands in friendship an' say 'take it'... I don’t always take it... but when I do, when I do give you that chance... "
His words trailed off as the words he wanted to say were suddenly too difficult to say aloud, because he knew if he said them he'd have to accept them and he didn't want to. No matter how much he believed it inside, it was too harsh a thing to have to admit it out loud and hear the truth sound out in his own voice.
And he knew that she'd understand that the word 'you' was in reference to people in general and not her specifically, she'd always had a way of understanding what he was trying to say even when he couldn't find the words to say it.
"I can't afford to take those chances anymore, Jeannie. Everytime I put some faith in those words I get left hung out to dry. Everytime I reach out to you guys, everytime I think there'll be someone there backin' me up... cuz YOU told me you'd be there..... all I ever find is empty space." As he spoke his words, the anger underlying them rose to the surface only to be pushed back by his unspoken sorrow and he finished his statement barely above a whisper.
In the dream, Logan put his hands on his chest and looked her in the eyes as he stepped out of the fog's edge and into the circle where Jean stood. His hands covered the area where he'd been shot early, three times, center mass at point blank range. Moments like that would've killed any other man instantly, but not Wolverine. He could survive pretty much anything thrown at him, and he had... but they always seem to forget, or not even care to realize, that these things which he survives... they hurt. He feels the pain of it physically, and knowing you're going to survive it does not lessen the actual pain inflicted. But worse than the physical pain that he's "expected" to take for the team is the greater pain of knowing how often he'd been abandoned or left behind by the team because of it.
Or maybe it was for some other reason, but even that was harder to swallow.... that perhaps they just didn't care. Like the military and the governments, perhaps they just reached out to him and "accepted" him on the team for what they could use him for to save their own asses. How dare he show anger over it, or disappointment or hurt.
He stared at her outstretched hand and slowly shook his head. "I can't take yer hand, Jeannie," he whispered, trying to hold back emotions that filled his eyes. He clenched his teeth, causing the muscles in his jaw to tense and making his rugged face tense against the sorrow he felt inside. "We'll walk through together?" He echoed her words, shaking his head again slowly, "There is no 'together' where I'm concerned... I don't belong here, not anymore... he nearly choked out. "Maybe I never did, not really. But I do know, that I'd rather live my life alone, in the middle of nowhere, and know that being alone was my own choice on my own terms... than stayin' here, surrounded by dozens of people... an' still bein' alone, but on their terms."
To Be Continued...
Summary: Logan and Jean have a meeting of the minds in his dreams.
Edited by: Mana4X2 at: 5/15/06 1:35 am
Re: Taken Under His Wing (X-23/Dr. Chase/Psyche)Who: Jonathan With: X-23, Psyche When: Mid Afternoon Where: Mansion - Outside Patio ~"I will have someone there presently to secure the situation, Dr. Chase."~
Jonathan gave a grateful mental nod to the Professor's response and gave the other man a brief 'overview' letting him know that there did not seem to be immediate threat and that Jonathan's main concern was that the unknown woman was armed.
His attention returned to their visitor and he watched as she broke off a piece from her chocolate bar, popped it into her mouth, chewed and swallowed before speaking. When she did speak, her voice seemed a blend of both British and American accents giving it an oddly pleasant lilt to his ears.
"How rude of me" she said laughing "My name is Psyche, I was in the area a few months ago, and the guy who runs this place thought that I would find being here more...agreeable than my current line of work."
Jonathan inclined his head at her introduction, the animal part of his nature noting the unspoken concession of ground as the woman made the first introduction. "I am Dr. Jonathan Chase, one of the instructors here." He replied in acknowledgement. Her explanation seemed reasonable enough. It would not be expected that the Professor would apprise them of everyone of his contacts.
Dark blue eyes watched striking golden ones as the other woman's gaze followed his motions as he positioned himself between her and Karika. Deciding that having Karika awake suddenly would potentially cause an untenable situation to develop, he reached out to gently brush the girl's hair, hoping the subtle motion would bring her to awareness without undue alarm...especially since his own demeanor was totally relaxed.
At this point, Jonathan made the polite offer of refreshment. For him, it was simply the social and cultural polite thing to do. "May we offer you refreshment? Tea, Lemonade?" He raised his eyebrows noting the wary look slanted his way from Psyche.
"No thank you, I'm not thirsty. Kind of like a camel" she replied, her voice equally pleasant, musing on that idea, maybe they had put camel genes in her DNA. She smothered a laugh at that point, and glanced up at the man at the same time, wondering if he'd notice.
"Very well." Jonathan replied, smiling. "I'm sure someone will be out to take you to the Professor shortly." He leaned closer to Karika, whispering gently, "Wake up, child. We have company." His entire tone and demeanor switched to one of paternal or fraternal protectiveness as he called quietly to the sleeping girl.
Summary: JC tries to wake X-23 while shielding her from Psyche and vice versa and waiting for security back-up to be dispatched to the patio.
TAGS: X-23, Psyche
Edited by: Mana4X2 at: 5/15/06 1:46 am
Re: Re:Taken Under His WingWho: Logan, Jean, and Professor X When: Saturday mid-afternoon Where: 2nd floor, Logan’s Room
OOC: Continued from previous post...
Back on the physical plane; in his room, his head had fallen to his shoulder as the deep, dream-sleep took him under. His body then followed him down as he lay back down on the bed an' rolled over; one knee pulled up to keep him from settling down directly on his belly. The blanket Jean had originally draped over him now tangled a bit about his legs as he moved about, his state of mind presented to Jean as if he were sleepwalking or being held in a subconscious trance-like state.
Jean’s hand, held out palm upward in supplication, suddenly turned, lifting in the silent appeal to wait as her ‘eyes’ focused inwardly and her face lifted as if hearing the silent words of an angel spoken for her ears alone.
"Jean....... we need Logan's presence on the patio immediately. Dr. Chase has been confronted by an armed intruder on the premises. Would you please relay the information to Wolverine so he might attend to the matter? I shall return there as soon as I can manage it.”
Shaking her head in the negative, Jean responded verbally so Logan could hear, “Professor, Logan is exhausted and still healing from injuries. Could I or someone else handle this? You’re asking too much.”
"I'm sorry, Jean? Exhausted and injured? Is he alright? Shall I come to him first?" Charles asked in concern. It was difficult for him to keep up on Wolverine's status at any given time, due to the fact that he abides by Logan's decision to not be monitored telepathically.
"Yes, Professor. Exhausted and injured. Has no one leading the mission reported in to you yet?" she asked in total disbelief. The first order of business in any situation was to deal with the injured and report to those in charge. That held true for all organizations, not just those with a military or rescue basis. "He needs rest, but I don't think he requires medical attention at this point," she continued, looking to Logan in his dream for confirmation.
"I did see Gambit and a few of the others in the kitchen just a moment ago. I did not ask for a debriefing at the time as they appeared to need nourishment and a moment's respite before making any requests of them. But I should think someone would have told me of any injuries amongst the team members..."
In the dream Logan listened to Jean's half of the conversation and as her eyes met his, he asked, "What is it?"
Directing her attention to Logan, Jean repeated the Professor's message regarding the armed intruder on the patio, then added, "I'm perfectly capable of seeing to it. You should rest and heal, Logan. Heaven knows you had already pulled more than your share when I had my unfortunate run-in with Mr. Bulkhead."
"Armed?" he verified, then after a moment's thought he looked at her again, "I'll go. I'm fine. I can rest later."
Then the professor's voice broke into her thoughts again. "Of course, Jean. Gambit and Emma are in the proximity, I'll ask them to see to the matter."
"Logan," Jean protested softly in her dream-voice, "Gambit and Emma can see to the matter. You may honestly believe that we think you are just someone to be tossed in to handle the dirty problems that come our way, that we have no compassion because you always come out without a scar, but that isn't true. Now, right now, you need to rest, mentally and emotionally as much as physically. Let someone else handle it."
"I will... I just...... I should see to this first. If someone gets hurt....." The thought of one of the other team members being injured against an armed intruder because he refused to look into it didn't sit well with him. He could heal if things got ugly, the others might but...
As Charles rode the elevator back down to the main floor he opened a connection with Gambit and Emma. ~"Emma? Gambit... I need your attention please. Dr. Chase needs your assistance with an unexpected visitor on the patio. Be advised, the intruder is reported to be armed."~
His thoughts and concern echoed through her mind like quick-silver with the weight of lead. Moving closer in the dreamscape, she stopped inches away and held his gaze. "You are not responsible for our safety every minute of every day. Like any toddler, we are going to fall down and get hurt. It is a part of the learning process.... but," she relented as she caught the glimmer in his eyes that told her she was fighting a losing battle, "if you really must go see, at least promise me that you will have something to eat then come right back up here and get some sleep."
Her concern touched something deep inside him, so deep he couldn't put a finger on it. Logan looked at her closely, his expression softened a bit and he relented to her request with a small, awkward grin. "I could eat," he quipped, nodding.
He hadn't eaten in days and it would've been the very first thing he did on his return from any mission, usually emptying the refrigerator with the voracious appetite of his namesake. But exhaustion took the lead this time and he'd forsaken the nourishment his body needed to replenish itself after exerting so much of his regenerative abilities.
"Come with me?" he asked, as if in invitation.
Extending her hand again, Jean nodded and smiled, "No strings... just holding hands. Come on. Let's get you out of here and see what all of the ruckus is about. Then we can get ourselves a nice thick, juicy steak. What do you say?"
"Logan and I are on our way, Professor. He is as stubborn as you are," she called out to her mentor, as she smirked at the man at her side.
"Thank you, Jean... Logan. I have asked Emma and Gambit to look into the matter. I appreciate your assistance." The elevator reached the first floor and Charles slowly maneuvered the chair out the doors and directed down the corridor in the direction of the main galley-style kitchen where everyone had been congregating moments before.
Logan looked at the hand offered and slowly placed his own to rest atop it. He noted how small and delicate her hand appeared in his and raised his blue eyes to meet the emerald green looking back at him. He gave her a single nod, indicating that he was ready for her to lead him out of this deep sleep and he took a deep breath as he felt the pull lift his conscience to the surface.
On the bed, his eyes popped open and lying with his cheek scrunched against the bed he let his eyes roam that part of the room until he saw Jean sitting beside the bed, looking at him and holding his hand firmly in her own. Then he groaned and shifted, wincing at the aches set deep in his muscles and sat up with a groan. "I'm hungry," he stated decisively in a gravelly hoarse voice. He tried to sound upbeat for her, but exhaustion was written like neon across his face. Standing up he went with her down the hall, to the stairs and down to the main foyer.
"How about a nice, thick, juicy steak, Wolverine? Does that sound appealing?" she tempted as they made their way to the front of the mansion.
His stomach growled loudly in reply and he couldn't help but grin a bit embarrassed. "Sounds great," he translated for her.
Summary: Logan and Jean have a meeting of the minds in his dreams. Professor X calls upon Jean to enlist Logan’s aid with a security measure and she refuses.
Re: Taken Under His Wing (X-23/Dr. Chase/Psyche)Who: Psyche With: X-23, Jonathan When: Mid Afternoon, Saturday Where: Outside Patio.
Quote:"I am Dr. Jonathan Chase, one of the instructors here." He replied in acknowledgement.
Psyche watched him carefully as he introduced himself. Jonathon.. it was a nice name, but with no code name. Maybe she should have used her other name, the one from before her memories stopped. But she never used that, so why should she feel the need to now? Something about this cultured man made her wish that she was dressed more elegantly, had some proper manners and a full human name.
She swallowed and looked away from his calm blue eyes, putting another piece of chocolate in her mouth. It wasn't good food, a bit old and crushed, but she had learnt over time to appreciate what you got. Concentrating her attention on the girl next to the doctor, she spoke again, questions coming to her front of her mind as she spoke, "Don't you have another name?" she asked, not sure how to ask him properly.
Quote:"Wake up, child. We have company." His entire tone and demeanor switched to one of paternal or fraternal protectiveness as he called quietly to the sleeping girl.
She forgot her other questions as he bent over the young girl and tried to carefully wake her up. From the way he moved he was still protecting the girl from her, but he also seemed to be a slightly defensive stance towards the girl. Why was that? Psyche wondered, turning her head towards the Mansion, but watching the girl and man out of the corner of on eye. Who would come for her? she questioned silently, as she waited almost tensly for something to happen.
Tags: Jonathan, Gambit, Emma... etc.
Edited by: Mana4X2 at: 5/15/06 1:55 am
Re: Taken Under His Wing (X-23/Dr. Chase/Psyche)Who: Gambit With: Soon to be X-23, Psyche, Jonathan When: Mid Afternoon, Saturday Where: His room to outside Patio.
Quote:As Charles rode the elevator back down to the main floor he opened a connection with Gambit and Emma. ~"Emma? Gambit... I need your attention please. Dr. Chase needs your assistance with an unexpected visitor on the patio. Be advised, the intruder is reported to be armed."~
The man was actually wearing a pair of purple and black shorts that reached to just above his knee, and a plain black T-Shirt, actually quite excited about a game of Basketball, even if it was with someone he was only just getting to know. Heck, this would give him just that chance to get to know one of the resident flame manipulators better.
So, when Xavier’s mind voice came in, not only did the Cajun majorly cringe at the sound of another person in his mind, a little anger boiling to the surface, but he outwardly groaned. ~Looks like I be holdin’ de Mon’ami up f’r a bit,~ he thought, moving over to the closet again, pulling out a black trench coat, and proceeding to place his Bo Staff within its custom made pockets.
Several seconds later he was walking out the door of his room, and on down the stairs, red-on-black eyes falling on the new form of yet another beautiful woman, as they, in turn, also looked at the still sleeping form of X-23, and Jonathan. “Dere be need o’ mah assistanc’, non?” he asked, moving closer to the group, gaze locking with Psyche’s, “An’ yo’ be?” he asked, ready at any moment to protect those of which he knew from those of which he didn’t.
Summary: Gambit responds to the Professor’s request.
Re: Taken Under His Wing (X-23/Dr. Chase/Psyche)Who: Emma With: The students, then Psyche, Chase etc Where: The kitchen and then patio.
Emma was still in the kitchen listening to the disturbance caused by Proteus' possession of the other boy when Charles' message reached her ears. ~I'll be there right away~ she replied quickly, standing up and picking up her handbag. "There is something I need to attend to outside, I'll leave some money here for the food. You children play nicely now. I'll be keeping an eye on you all" she told them as she strode quickly from the room, making her way outside to the patio.
She saw Gambit standing near the table with three people sitting around it; a dark haired girl, a woman wearing all black and a man she vaguely recognised as Dr Chase. "What's all the commotion about then?" she said, reaching out to brush the mind of the brunette woman and receiving a flash of confusing images and static. "Who is the Looney Toon here?" she asked indicating to the woman with a vague gesture of her hand.
Re: Taken Under His Wing (X-23/Dr. Chase/Psyche)Who: Wolverine With: Jean, Psyche, Emma, Gambit, X-23, Jonathan Where: Inside to The Patio
As Logan and Jean made it to the main foyer, he checked up, realizing that Gambit and Emma would probably confront the intruder from the kitchen he opted to take another route.
"Hold up, Jean," he said, calling her back as she headed toward the kitchen corridor. "Let's cover from another direction, just in case."
Opening the front door Logan stepped down the main entry stairs with a quick, smooth movement and headed around the building toward the backyard with Jean following not too far behind.
As he came around the corner he could see the group that was now five people strong. Circling up and around so the intruder's back was to him, the Cajun could see his approach.
As Emma stepped up and inquired about the "Loony Toon", he casually stopped about ten feet from where the unexpected visitor sat and replied, "Now is that a polite way to welcome our guest?"
His eyes moved from Emma to the girl sitting at the table and he watched her studiously for any movement that would indicate imminent hostility.
"How'd she get on the grounds without settin' off the security system?" he asked in a gravely tone laced with a growl. His eyes flashed to the man standing protectively in front of a small girl. He didn't know either one but it appeared they belonged here as they were not the focus of his teammates at the moment. His nose picked up the unmistakeable scent of gun oil and the residual odor of a weapon that had been fired in the not-too-distant past. "Time for some answers, girl," he stated to the intruder's back with a sneer.
MarinaBlack X-23/Stacy X
Posts: 104
(5/16/06 5:39 pm)
Re: Taken Under His Wing (X-23/Dr. Chase/Psyche)
Who: X-23
With: The students, then Psyche, Chase etc
Where:The Patio
OOC: So sorry, my niece has been in the hospital and everything has been CRAZY! I apologize.
La, da, da, da...there was song and dance and...happy, blessed silence! For the first time in more years than Karika cared to remember she was floatin, falling, sleeping peacefully. And she did NOT want to wake up .Why the person who woke her up was liable to a whole score of bodily injuried including, but certainly not limited to, permanent disfiguration, castration, sudden death and perhaps rabies.
Luckily for Jonathon, he was gentle. "Wake up, child. We have company." With a yawn, Karika's large dark eyes came into focus and she stared. There were so many people around here...men, women, Jonathon...they were all just waiting. Waiting to get her! "NO!" She screamed, there were too many people around. Too many smells! There was one man she could smell form a mile off...Cajun. She'd know that smell anywhere. And there was perfume and...something else feral was around and X-23 didn't like it. The girl in front of her, strange girl, she smelled sort of good...like...something Karika knew but couldn't place. And by that, she was scared enough to let her feelings out.
Jumping back, the chair clattered to the ground...but X-23 was on her feet. "No!" It was an ambush for Chrissake! And Jonathon was just standing there offering people refreshment and gentle tones about who he was. There was some spittle foaming at the corner of her mouths and she looked more like an animal now than she ever had before. "Too many people!"
The woman with the perfume-y smell started gesturing and that was it. "Who is the Looney Toon here?" Jumping up on the table, she put her hands in front of her, more than ready to bring out the big claws... "No Looney Toon!" She snarled. "X-23." Truly they all had something to fear...because Karika Yashida had melted back into the body of a feral, and X-23 was drawn out by her own fear.
Catastrope was going to strike if she couldn't get a hold on her reigning anger and fear...and if her claws didn't stay inside her hands and feet.
Tags: Everybody, especially Jonathon, Emma and Psyche
Summary: Karika flips her lid.
Edited by: DrJonathanChase at: 5/16/06 7:24 pm
Re: Taken Under His Wing (X-23/Dr. Chase/Psyche) "Don't you have another name?" she asked, not sure how to ask him properly.
Jonathan slanted a glance at the woman calling herself Psyche and almost chuckled. In the four years he had worked at the mansion he’d become accustomed to the fact that most Mutants dropped their birth names in favor of a ‘code’ name that suited them or were given another name that coincided with their powers. His presence at the school was such an accepted fact that he often forgot that those just arriving might find his lack of a code name an oddity.
“No, Ms. Psyche...actually I...” Jonathan stopped what he was about to say as the patio doors opened and a man stepped out.
“Dere be need o’ mah assistanc’, n[/b]
Chase didn’t respond immediately as he took in the Cajun accent and the odd red-on-black eyes. He didn’t recognize the man but that wasn’t unusual. The school often filled with new faces during Jonathan’s absences. The fact that the man knew there had been a call for assistance was a good indication that the Professor had summoned him. Before Jonathan could collect his thoughts and answer, the Cajun moved on to Psyche, locking his gaze with her, Jonathan heard the man ask “An’ yo’ be?
Jonathan hesitated in his attempts to wake Karika slowly and gently as yet another person stepped onto the patio. Although he didn’t really know he recognized her as Emma Frost.
"What's all the commotion about then?" she said, reaching out to brush the mind of the brunette woman and receiving a flash of confusing images and static. "Who is the Looney Toon here?" she asked indicating to the woman with a vague gesture of her h
"Now is that a polite way to welcome our guest?"
Again, Jonathan was stopped from answering by the arrival of someone else. Long used to sizing up situations, the Brit knew that the current one was going to lead to trouble. Just as Karika had intrigued Jonathan from the beginning so too did this latest arrival. Though small in stature, the newcomer would never be ‘lost’ in a crowd. The mane of dark hair, brilliant blue eyes, sense of confidence and power were tangible. It was apparent to Jonathan who the Professor had sent as the primary ‘security force’. Glancing past the man, Jonathan noted with a slight smile that Jean Grey had appeared on the scene as well. Sighing to himself, he decided to make a mental note to be clearer in his communications with the Professor in the future. At least, though, the fact that an armed person had waltzed onto the grounds without interference of any kind was being taken seriously.
Jonathan watched as the smaller, almost feral-looking man’s eyes glanced from Emma to Psyche who, for the moment, was still seated at the table. The other man obviously was watching for anything resembling a hostile action on her part. By now, Jonathan had slid to his feet and was standing between where Karika slept and the rest of the people on the patio.
"How'd she get on the grounds without settin' off the security system?"
The voice was deep and rough with more than a hint of a growl in the tone. As the newcomer’s eyes flashed to Jonathan and Karika, he made to move protectively by his charge. Although Psyche had not indicated she was a threat and had stated that she had been invited to the mansion, Jonathan wanted it clear that he and Karika belonged and that the other woman was the issue.
"Time for some answers, girl," Jonathan heard the other man say.
Karika’s scream coincided with the girl coming to her feet and knocking over her chair.
"Too many people!"
"No Looney Toon!" She snarled. "X-23."
Jonathan moved without thinking, forgetting everyone else as he whirled and put himself directly in Karika’s line of sight. Though tense with worry for what could happen if the girl’s trust in him was broken or her anger too intense for him to get through, he maintained his calm exterior. His voice was low, soothing, almost sing-song as he spoke to her. He pitched his words just for Karika, putting a mix of comfort and command.
“Karika...get off the table. You are not in any danger. We are not in danger. This is home, pack, family. I will not allow anyone to harm you...ever.” Jonathan’s dark blue eyes sought Karika’s. He held his hand out and up, offering a link back to the calmness of his world to the frightened woman-child. “I promised to protect you, remember? Come down...we are safe.”TAG: X-23, Logan, Jean, Psyche, Gambit, Emma
OOC #1: I deleted JC’s earlier post as the continuity in it did not follow the subsequent dialog and actions posted by the other characters.
OOC #2: I did my best to blend everything in and keep some continuity in the process. Please feel free to PM me if you see anything at all that should be edited out or rewritten. Edited by: DrJonathanChase at: 5/16/06 7:29 pm
Re: Taken Under His Wing (X-23/Dr. Chase/Psyche) "Too many people!"
As the young dark-haired girl woke with a start and shouted out, Logan startled and shot a look in her direction. His claws nearly unsheathed in reflex but he drew them back in as they barely protracted an inch or two from his knuckles. The quick 'snikt-snakt' sound they made was barely an audible blink. The X-Men who were present would register the sound unconsciously and then simply let it go as the forward/backward movement would register that he'd sheathed his inborn weaponry.
"No Looney Toon!" She snarled. "X-23."
As the young girl jumped atop the table with surprising speed, Logan checked on the intruder's position again quickly but she hadn't moved. With a scowl he narrowed his eyes at the man and his young charge. Referring to herself as "X-23" seemed rather odd to him. 'What kinda codename is X-23 for a mutant?' he thought to himself, then snarled as images of his past raced across his vision, then he shook himself out of the flashback... 'No way,' he told himself, 'they've been disbanded long before that gal was ever born.'
“Karika...get off the table."
Although the man with her kept his voice low and steady, Logan had no trouble at all picking up his words as he spoke calmly but sternly to the young girl.
"You are not in any danger. We are not in danger. This is home, pack, family. I will not allow anyone to harm you...ever.”
His eyes shot back to the Brit as his words piqued Logan's interest. Pack? He eyeballed the girl with a piercing stare. A feral, obviously. Apparently not much education... or perhaps just 'simple'..... or wild?
He tried to ignore her and her wild behavior. She made him self-conscious about his own traits, those he was aware of and those he probably wasn't aware of. She attracted unwanted attention to her feral behavior and as much as Logan had always tried to outrun his own feral instincts and his reputation as an animal, this girl brought it all to the foreground. The others were staring at her, attention brought to herself through her outburst. Her very presence made Logan snarl without even realizing it.
Jonathan held his hand out and up, offering a link back to the calmness of his world to the frightened woman-child. “I promised to protect you, remember? Come down...we are safe.”
Logan glanced back at the man's words. So he was in charge of the girl's well-being, eh? Good... now he knows who to hold responsible for keeping her under control.
Turning his attention back to the matter at hand, he closed the distance between himself and the young girl sitting armed to the hilt on their patio. Coming up directly behind her chair, he put his left hand on her right shoulder and spoke quietly but his tone was no-nonsense clear.
"Slowly.... hand your weapons to the Cajun, one at a time. An' don't try anythin' stupid, cuz you won't live long enough to regret it."
As he finished his command, Professor Xavier appeared at the patio/kitchen door. Folding his hands in front of him, he addressed the intruder in a calm yet familiar tone.
"Psyche... I'm so glad you accepted my invitation."
Logan relaxed only slightly as he furrowed a brow at Charles then looked down at the girl, squeezing his hand slightly on her shoulder to let her know that he was still there.
Tags: Jonathan, X23, Psyche, Gambit.. well pretty much anyone involved in this thread is tagged if they wish. Psyche needs to respond to us at some point though.... ?
Re: Taken Under His Wing (X-23/Dr. Chase/Psyche)Who: Psyche With: Everyone on the patio. Where: The Patio
Psyche tried to remain calm at an sudden influx of people on the patio, as each of them arrived she began to get more and more nervous. One moment she was sitting with the Dr and the young girl, the next a crowd was forming around her, each watching her with suspicion and anger in their eyes. Flashes of memories she couldn't quite grasp flickered through her mind and she closed her eyes for a moment, one hadn lifting for try and push them away.
The arrival of a short but dangerous looking man brought her back to the present. Danger, was the only thought that entered her head as he neared her.
The reaction of the young dark haired girl was so surprising that Psyche found herself jumping a little bit and almost reaching for one of her guns. There was something wild about the girl, but also familiar. How strange. She moved her chair back a little as the girl jumped up, giving no other reaction than that as she studied her movements carefully, who was she? And why was the Doctor talking to her as though she was an animal? she wondered, she hadn't had that much contact with mutants and so couldn't really understand the different types that inhabitated the Mansion.
"Time for some answers, girl," he stated to the intruder's back with a sneer."Slowly.... hand your weapons to the Cajun, one at a time. An' don't try anythin' stupid, cuz you won't live long enough to regret it."
Psyche flinched as he touched her shoulder, she knew he was there, but the contact made her skin crawl, the only time she had ever remember being touched was in violence and anger. She wanted to withdraw herself from his hand, but she couldn't do that with elciting alarm and while she could hold her own, she didn't want to start her time her by fighting.
"This is about the weapons?" she quiered in an off hand voice, slightly confused that they were all getting so upset about a few guns. "Force of habit, the safety is on them all" she pointed out, but something about his voice told her to just co-operate. Carefully she removed the two guns from around her hips, then the two that attached to the holster that crisscrosed her ribs and back. Finally she unstrapped the small sheafed knives that she wore around her waist. She laid each on the floor by her boots.
"There. I assume you'd rather I didn't strip down and show you that I'm not armed anywhere else" she asked lightly, not to mention they would find the knife in my boot. She added to herself. She was interupted by the arrival of another person, who spoke calmly from his position behind them.
"Psyche... I'm so glad you accepted my invitation
She smiled at him before answering "Well I was in between jobs, so I figured I'd come and check this place out" she said with a casual shurg "Seems such a friendly place" she commented sarcasticaly, stopped from staying more by the squeeze on her shoulder from the man behind her "How about you call the Rotweiller off?" she suggested, feeling a little panicky but none of this reflecting in her voice.
Tags: Logan, Prof X, anyone else.
OOC: Just point out anything I missed and I'll edit it in.
I think I'm in a different time zone from most of you guys so sorry about the late reply.
Edited by: Fionnoula at: 5/17/06 9:17 am
Re: Taken Under His WingWho: Gambit With: The Patio Gang When: Afternoon, Saturday, 13th May, 2006 Where: Patio "Who is the Looney Toon here?" the Cajun inwardly sighed to himself. He’d just left the kitchen to get away from the ever-so-tempting, deeply intriguing blond goddess, and hear she was again. He hadn’t missed the fact the Professor had also called for her, he had just been hoping she didn’t answer the summons.
Quote:"How'd she get on the grounds without settin' off the security system?" he asked in a gravely tone laced with a growl. "Time for some answers, girl," he stated to the intruder's back with a sneer.
~Now dat be sometin I be likin’ t’ know,~ Remy thought, red-on-black eyes glancing around in the general direction of the entire grounds. There was no way a place like this didn’t have heightened security measures of some sort.
His eyes roamed over the forms of those around him, resting first on Psyche for a little while, as if sizing her up, then on the stirring form of X-23, a fact that hadn’t missed the keen eyes of the once ex thief. So, when her sudden scream of no, more than once, and then her following actions and words occurred, the Cajun’s natural instinct was to take several steps back, reach into his trench coat for the tip of his Bo Staff, and fall down into a fighting crouch, prepared to pounce at a moments notice.
Quote:“Karika...get off the table. You are not in any danger. We are not in danger. This is home, pack, family. I will not allow anyone to harm you...ever.” Jonathan’s dark blue eyes sought Karika’s. He held his hand out and up, offering a link back to the calmness of his world to the frightened woman-child. “I promised to protect you, remember? Come down...we are safe.”
~Well, dem be comfortin’ words, bu’ be dey workin’?~ Gambit thought, still crouched low, ready, waiting, and prepared to flick two or three charged cards from his other hand. He didn’t know these people that well… heck, he didn’t know any of them at all, except for Jean, Logan, and, just recently, Emma Frost. The only person he had any form of trust for so far, was the girl that’d healed him without first asking his permission.
"Slowly.... hand your weapons to the Cajun, one at a time. An' don't try anythin' stupid, cuz you won't live long enough to regret it," red-on-black eyes went from Wolverine to Psyche, and back again, ~Moi?~ he asked himself, ~Why he be askin’ her t’ be handin’ dem t’ moi?~ shrugging, he finally stood up, moving forward, settling his gaze on the strange, but very attractive, woman.
When she did finally relinquish her weapons, placing them on the patio beneath her feet, Remy had to chuckle at her name calling of the Wolverine, as he bent down to retrieve her stash, eyes staring closely at her booted feet. “Yo’ wanna be givin’ me de knife or small gun in dem dere feet covrin’s, Cher,” it wasn’t a question, it was a “I be well o’ ware where de bes’ places be t’ be hidin’ a weapon” statement.
Summary: Gambit reacts to all, and, after leaning down to retrieve the weapons Psyche has already relinquished, asks her for the ones hidden in her boots.
Tags: Psyche, and everyone else.
OOC: Nope, from what I can see, both you and Alisa covered all bases well.
MarinaBlack X-23/Stacy X
Posts: 105
(5/17/06 1:03 pm)
Re: Taken Under His Wing (X-23/Dr. Chase/Psyche)Who: X-23
With: Chase, Wolverine, Everybody
Where:The Patio
Karika's heart was pounding in her chest and in her temples. There were people all about...people who could overpower her. People who were bigger than her. And people who, to someone as childlike as Karika, could hurt her terribly. Though she was a trained assassin, she was a little girl first and foremost...and it showed in her wild, radiating fear that noone could cure her of...at least not right now. The new girl had weapons, Karika could smell them...and she would not be responsible if someone died.
She was more than ready to bring out her claws; there was too much happening...and she was still slightly groggy with sleep. Jonathon's voice broke through the woosh of blood in her ears, “Karika...get off the table. You are not in any danger. We are not in danger. This is home, pack, family. I will not allow anyone to harm you...ever.” Looking over at him, her eyes locked with his. She was not instantly balmed...because there were far too many people around for her to be truly comfortable. But Jonathon had not steered her wrong yet, and she kept her claws safely inside.
He seemed to understand that it was all too much at once. Didn't he realize that three or more people outside was a training session where she would have to fight for her very life? Didn't everyone else realize what was going on? Didn't Karika realize this wasn't Weapon X? The easy answer was no...and Karika remained firmly placed on the patio furniture. “I promised to protect you, remember? Come down...we are safe.” Jonathon raised his hand up to her and she did not hesitate.
Jumping down from the table, landing firmly on her feet, she grasped his hand and held it like before. But there was something else that silenced her...the sound of adamantium claws. Her throat nearly closed as she took several steps back. "Like...Karika?" She asked, her dark eyes looked around quickly, darting, looking for another like her. The weapons talked completely whizzed past her...she could hear it and see the girl give the two guns up without a fight. But Karika was like stone; her body was locked, holding onto Jonathon's hand...
She stopped fiddling long enough to stare down at her own tiny hands that housed Adamantium claws. The scared child was not replaced with someone else that none of them had ever seen before...the silent wonderer.
Tags: Jonathon, Wolverine, everyone (feel free to do what you like)
Re: Taken Under His Wing (X-23/Dr. Chase/Psyche)
Who: Jean
With: Wolverine, Psyche, Emma, Gambit, X-23, Jonathan, Professor X
Where: The Patio
Jean stepped forward and placed a hand gently on Logan’s arm for a brief moment. Looking into his eyes she smiled reassuringly before shifting her gaze to the other occupants of the porch, settling for a moment on the young distressed girl, then moving to fix on the Professor.
Her brow furrowed as the strove to bring up her mental shields against the mind-clamor assailing her, but found that by trying to lock it out, she was losing the battle and worse, was giving herself a pounding headache. Plan B, she thought. Choosing to stop fighting to keep the mind-voices out and instead focus on one single mind, she felt for the calmest presence and blinked in surprise. Clearly sensing that Jonathan might welcome a diversion of attention from the girl’s reaction, the telepath interrupted and addressed her mentor, “Professor, would you mind telling us what is going on? Is this the armed intruder or is she a friend of yours?”
Re: Taken Under His Wing/ patio to kitchen
Who: Professor Xavier, Logan
Where: Patio to kitchen
With whom: Patio Gang, tags Mez too
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Clearly sensing that Jonathan might welcome a diversion of attention from the girl’s reaction, the telepath interrupted and addressed her mentor, “Professor, would you mind telling us what is going on? Is this the armed intruder or is she a friend of yours?”
Charles raised his brows with a bit of a grin at Jean's question, then let his eyes come back to Psyche. A glint of humor showed in his eyes as he replied, "Well, I should think a bit of both, Jean." Then he continued to explain, "It is true. I did meet this young lady before... and I did offer her an invitation to visit us here. However..." he continued looking at Psyche pointedly, "I also presumed she would come through the front gate and introduce herself properly."
Pausing for only a moment, he then told his X-Men they could stand down and asked Gambit to return the girl's weapons to her. "I presume that if you wanted to hurt anyone, you would've tried that before the security force showed up. I would, however, ask that while on the premises you keep them secured in your room unless specifically needed." Then he turned to the others. "Thank you all for your assistance. Emma? Could you show Psyche to a room? She may have to share with another student, but I'm sure that will be fine."
He offered an understanding smile to Dr. Chase, who seemed to have his hands full at the moment, then to Jean and Logan. "Logan? I've been made aware that there may've been injuries incurred on the mission to the Whale. Are you...?"
"I'm fine, Chuck." Logan cut him off, showing little favor with the school's headmaster at the moment. Then he threw a glance to Jean as a signal that she could join him if she so chooses, but he was leaving. Then he moved around the girl's chair and moved past Gambit, entering the kitchen through the sliding glass door.
As soon as he entered the kitchen he stopped momentarily and sniffed the air. Turning slowly he scanned the young faces in the room, none of which he knew. Scowling, he moved toward the table with focused interest and looked down at the morsel remnants on the plates.
"Lomi salmon?" he asked in confirmation just as Jean stepped in behind him. Logan turned to look at her over his shoulder and, gesturing at the island dish, he mentioned, "That'd go great with steak." He reminded her of her offer and as his stomach growled loudly again he gave the young man a dark look; not one of anger, but of silent curiosity, then scanned the others with him as Jean set about preparing to make their dinner.
Tags: Prof. X, oh that's me, never mind... TAGS Psyche, Jean, Jonathan, Emma, Gambit, Logan.. oops that's me too... well, just tag to everyone on the patio and MEZ in the kitchen
Re: Taken Under His WingWho: Emma Frost & Psyche With: The Patio Gang When: Afternoon, Saturday, 13th May, 2006 Where: Patio?
**A few insulting words in this passage, but they shouldn’t cause offence. Hopefully**
Yo’ wanna be givin’ me de knife or small gun in dem dere feet covrin’s, Cher,” it wasn’t a question, it was a “I be well o’ ware where de bes’ places be t’ be hidin’ a weapon” statem[/b]
Psyche raised an eyebrow and quirked a smile at the man in front of her. "You're good. Most people make the mistake of missing those ones" she said, but made no movement to take the knives out of the sheaves in her boots. The arrival of this 'Professor' and his command to give her weapons back ensured that she didn't need to put anymore of her weapons down.
"It is true. I did meet this young lady before... and I did offer her an invitation to visit us here. However..." he continued looking at Psyche pointedly, "I also presumed she would come through the front gate and introduce herself properly."
"Oh. Sorry" Psyche said, shaking her head slightly "I...uhh…don't know…I mean…the thing is...front doors…not really something I…umm…use that often. I'll try and get in the habit of it though." she stammered out, trying to explain why she'd felt the need to jump the fence and come through the grounds this way. It was almost an immediate reaction to a new place, and like carrying her weapons was a force of habit, plus it was a less daunting than ringing the door bell. She couldn't pretend that she was civilised and normal when she was pretty much the opposite, it felt…wrong somehow.
I would, however, ask that while on the premises you keep them secured in your room unless specifically needed... Emma? Could you show Psyche to a room? She may have to share with another student, but I'm sure that will be fine."
"Whoa, wait a second. Share a room? And leave my weapons behind?" she questioned, getting to her feet, as she put her weapons back in their sheaves. "What if someone attacks?" Or they try to take me back. she thought frantically. Perhaps this was a very bad idea.
"If someone attacks darling, you will do what other mutants do and use your powers. I assume you have powers that are in someway useful, or is that why you have to carry around all these charmingly quaint accessories? You know gun toting loon look is terrible unfashionable these days." Emma spoke for the first time since the Professors arrival on the scene, crossing arms across her chest and studying the woman in front of her. Desperately in need of a haircut and some clothes that aren't black and military order, she assessed. She reached out for the Professors mind even as she spoke out loud ~"Are you sure sharing a room is wise Charles. She is clearly quite odd, and older than many of the students here"~
Psyche glared at the blonde tart who had spoken. "And what would you do? Scratch them with your nails? I didn't realise they made life size Barbie’s now" she said with a plesant smile as she walked past the group around the table. "I think I'll be fine finding a room for myself. Wouldn't want to damage any of the 'students'" she said as she moved past them.
"Another attitude problem" Emma commented, rolling her eyes "This is getting so passé. I thought only people under the age of 18 had those" she followed the young woman away from the patio and into the house.
Summary: The one where Psyche and Emma clash. Psyche replies to the Professor and goes to find a room with Emma.
Tags: Professor X mainly. Anyone else on the patio or in the mansion.
Re: Taken Under His Wing (X-23/Dr. Chase/Psyche) "Oh. Sorry" Psyche said, shaking her head slightly "I...uhh…don't know…I mean…the thing is...front doors…not really something I…umm…use that often. I'll try and get in the habit of it though."
"Please do," he commented with a serious tone.
It seemed a growing habit of late to have to remind nearly every single newcomer to the mansion of expected civilized behavior and manners. He found it hard to believe that so many "uncivilized" mutants were able to survive in the "real world" for so long in this manner.
However, Xavier's Institute for Higher Learning would change this. If it could teach the Wolverine how to live in a civilized manner there would be no excuses for the rest of them. And if they choose to not comply and begin to behave as civilized people the front door is always open.
"I would, however, ask that while on the premises you keep them secured in your room unless specifically needed... Emma? Could you show Psyche to a room? She may have to share with another student, but I'm sure that will be fine."
"Whoa, wait a second. Share a room? And leave my weapons behind?" she questioned, getting to her feet, as she put her weapons back in their sheaves. "What if someone attacks?"
"If someone attacks darling, you will do what other mutants do and use your powers. I assume you have powers that are in someway useful, or is that why you have to carry around all these charmingly quaint accessories? You know gun toting loon look is terribly unfashionable these days." Emma spoke..
"Indeed," the professor agreed, "the mansion does not get attacked on a regular basis... and the purpose for being here is to learn how to use and control your powers. I will not have armed personnel marching around school grounds on a day to day basis. Trust and teamwork will be the first things you will learn here," Charles mentioned.
[Emma] reached out for the Professor's mind even as she spoke out loud ~"Are you sure sharing a room is wise Charles? She is clearly quite odd, and older than many of the students here"~
~"I did not say she had to share, Emma. We've had a large influx of students of all ages and I don't know what is available. As far as being "odd and older", I think that is a judgement left until we get to know everyone better. Behaving "oddly" does not guarantee a private room, Miss Frost and frankly I'm becoming tired of the Prima Dona attitudes from the new arrivals. None have shown me or anyone else for that matter that they are worthy of the arrogance they display and I want it brought under control immediately. Is that understood?"~ he finished his silent chat with Frost giving her a serious stare.
"I think I'll be fine finding a room for myself. Wouldn't want to damage any of the 'students'" she said as she moved past them.
"Another attitude problem" Emma commented, rolling her eyes "This is getting so passé. I thought only people under the age of 18 had those" she followed the young woman away from the patio and into the house.
"Apparently they are not limited to those under the age of eighteen, Emma," the professor stated then turned to the young lady walking away. "Excuse me?? You WILL wait for an escort. You do not afford yourself a room nor will you damage any student or staff on the grounds, is that understood? Whether you are required to share a room or not." His voice began to strain with his rising temper; this was getting way out of hand. The disrespect and arrogance from so many new residents would find them very quickly back on the streets if they did not take the rules of his house seriously. They come here looking for a place of acceptance and respect and think they can treat others with anything but that?? Not while he's headmaster and he was quite sure that if push were to come to shove, Logan would not tolerate a portion of what he's felt through his telepathy, and that is something they'd all best learn very quickly.
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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