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
Red-on-black eyes widened in delight at the woman’s answer, “So, yo’ no’ be de easy type den?” he asked, choosing not to let go of her for a little bit longer, deducing by her words she was some sort of telepath… it was pretty obvious only those sorts of mutants could make someone believe something they were not.
“Yo’ do be realisin’ dat I no’ be de easy type eith’r,” he commented, taking a hand away from her waist long enough to tap the side of his face, “It no’ be dat simple t’ be gettin’ int’ dis ‘ere Cajun’s mind, an’ e’en if yo’ be managin’ t’, yo’ no’ be likin’ wha’ yo’ be seein’ in dere.”
As if only now just noticing the others in the room, Gambit simply gave them all a nod of greeting, before finally letting go of Emma and moving over to the kettle. Holding it up, he said, “Café, déesse blonde?” he asked, not expecting her to have any idea what he had said, so simply proceeding to make her one anyway.
“Et, vous devez vous rendre compte de ce que ces mouvements contre moi fassent, ma dame?”
Oh yes, she was a beautiful one, but he wasn’t stupid. In his book, messing with a telepath was suicide. This little caper wouldn’t go beyond the flirting side of things, and to flirt with the likes of her… well, let’s just say he believed it would be a very interesting thing to do.
Let’s see how far she’d let him go before she finally followed through with one of those threats she was so quick to speak of.
OOC: French translations: “Coffee, Blond Goddess?”
“An', yo' mus' be aware o' wha' dose movements against me be doin', mah lady?”
Re: Kitchen/Emma/Tags: Gambit, Mez, etc.
Emma looked up in to his interestingly coloured eyes as he spoke to her. "You're learning quickly I see. It takes a little more than a ill-placed pair of hands and a compliment to take me" she said, smiling archly as she took a step back from him.
Quote:“It no’ be dat simple t’ be gettin’ int’ dis ‘ere Cajun’s mind, an’ e’en if yo’ be managin’ t’, yo’ no’ be likin’ wha’ yo’ be seein’ in dere.”
"Darling, I have seen the very best and very worst of human nature in the mind of one person. I'm sure that I could handle what ever is in your mind. Or on your mind" she said breezily as he let go of her and she moved over to sit on one of the high stools at the breakfast bar. She slipped back into her usual pose of one elegant leg crossed over the other, the pointed heel of her boot resting on the crossbar of another chair. Her sides still felt a little warm from where his hands had been, an interesting feeling for a cool woman. Things were definitely improving and she revelled in these little games.
Emma took the cup of coffee offered to her by the Cajun and blew on it carefully before closing her lips around the rim and taking a little sip. Perfect she thought with a inward smile, there was nothing quite as wonderful as a perfect cup of coffee.
Quote:“Et, vous devez vous rendre compte de ce que ces mouvements contre moi fassent, ma dame?”
Emma ran her tongue over her lips to savour the full coffee taste and took a moment before replying. She fully understood what he had said, after attending one of the top boarding schools in the country; French being her least favourite but most commonly used other language. She took another sip of coffee before speaking directly into his mind. "Of course, I aim to please" she said with an ironic lift of her eyebrow. It was in fact the opposite of what she did most of the time, unless it was pleasing herself. With a demure smile at him, she lowered her eyelashes and took another sip of her coffee, savouring the bittersweet liquid.
OOC: Yup, I really don't know much French so thanks for the translations Mana.
Re: Kitchen/Gambit/Tags: Emma, Mez, etc.
(OOC: Sorry it took so long to reply, Mez. Please post around )
Quote:"Oh I'm just fine. We all about to get somethin' to eat." He said, "You two wanna come?" He asked, inviting the both of them.
Ben looked over at the one who had just offerred the invite, wanting to meet the others. "I'd love to," he said as he followed the other man into the kitchen, overhearing the volley of suggestions of what to eat, not minding as long as it wasn't the same stew he used to eat in Madripoor. Ben began to make the rounds introducing himself to everyone else in the room, trying to stay on the periphary so as to avoid a second flare-up of his powers today.
Re: Kitchen/Emma/Tags: Gambit, Mez, etc.
Mez had his back turned when Gambit entered. It did nothing but look over his shoulder. The Cajun's accent and speech reminded Mez of Hawaiian Pidgin. A syllable-timed accented form of English, Chinese, Mandarin, Portuguese, Japanese and whole list of other languages Mez really couldn't name.
He kept his back turned to everyone from seeing the slight smirk on his face. "Girl is good" He thought. She played a lot of games, games Mez had a hard-time trying to learn. When the young man turned around Emma was obviously enjoying a cup of coffee. "Don't go spoiling your appetite" said Mez. He opened up the fridge looking for some Lomi-salmon he had made earlier. Glad that there was still some left, Mez took the small bowl and one of the spoons and took it with him. Just a light snack for now, he needed something to hold him for the time-being.
There were a whole lot of people in the Kitchen as it was. Mez didn't think they'd draw so much of a crowd. Probably had Emma to thank for that, though there wasn't much in the way to spot that. Mez sat down at one of the stools and stared at Emma breifly. "Where are you from?" He asked her, he wasn't to sure what to ask her, but some of the most basic of questions sounded like an okay place to start.
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Re: Kitchen/Emma/Tags: Gambit, Mez, etc.
OOC: My show has been insane the past couple of days, thus no posting. It will be over soon, thankfully.
IC:
Rawiri watched in silent awe. Emma was not to be trifled with. he just nodded his head once and only once. He was afraid of her. Truly afraid. It was a fear born of respect for power. Rawiri didn't like the idea of telepathy, in fact it down right disturbed him but there wasn't much that he could do about it was there. He was powerless in this situation to do anything about it. He just shut his mouth and tried to press himself agains the wall. He shot a look at Proteus who seemed to have drifted off into his own little world. Being as quiet as possible, Rawiri moved into the kitchen, trying not to disturb anyone.
Rawiri looked at the Lomi salmon and his stomach growled. The dish looked familiar to some of the Maori dishes he had eaten at a friends house. His mother spoke the language but she could not cook. His father on the other hand actually knew how to do Chinese food and had a wok that had been in the family for three generations. Rawiri was next inline to inheriet the wok, but Rawiri needed to learn to cook first.
"That looks really good mate," Rawiri said regarding the Lomi salmon, "I guess someone already got to most of it, eh?" Rawiri laughed a little. With somehting that looked that good, there was no way it had gone untouched. Rawiri's stomach growled again and Rawiri shot his body a look. "My own personal Judas," he explained, "when you do as much work as do, it's a bit of a curse."
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Proteus had gone into his own mind, or rather Kevin and Lucas were having a conversation. To anyone who might have been looking the boy would have been staring three thousand miles in any given direction without seeing what was right infront of him. The physical body remained stalk still, looking outwards like a statue.
Lucas and Kevin were just trying to catch up with what had happened so far. Both personalities were having a hard time adapting to it. Kevin was tired and eventually retreated, leaving Lucas in charge. The body came to and went into the kitchen. Lucas said nothing of the fight that took place between Emma and Remy. Lucas knew better than to mess with either of those two.
Lucas looked at the lomi salmon and then at Mez. Lucas heard Rawiri's stomach growl and heard the Maori laugh it off. Lucas wished that he had the same sense of humor that Rawiri seemed to possess. Perhaps it wasn't even humor, more like light heartedness to be specific. Lucas just moved back slightly. "As delicious as that looks, I'm vegetarian," Lucas explained. It wasn't exactly true. Kevin had been a vegetarian and Lucas hadn't. Once they had merged bodies, Kevin's vegetarianism became dominant. It was a side effect of the merge Lucas thought, he couldn't be sure though.
Re: Kitchen/Emma/Tags: Gambit, Mez, etc."That looks really good mate," Rawiri said regarding the Lomi salmon, "I guess someone already got to most of it, eh?" Rawiri laughed a little. With somehting that looked that good, there was no way it had gone untouched. Rawiri's stomach growled again and Rawiri shot his body a look. "My own personal Judas," he explained, "when you do as much work as do, it's a bit of a curse."
When Rawiri began his sentence Mez's mouth was half-full of food. Not willing to talk with lomi-salmon in his mouth he had to take a few seconds to finish eating first. Mez looked up at him. The young man was the one who had made it no more then a few hours before. "Let me see If I can hook you up with some grinds" He said standing up, leaving his half-full bowl on the table. Mez went back in the fridge and pulled out the entire remains of Lomi-salmon and another small-bowl and spoon. "Here take some to hold till the main dishes are served"
"As delicious as that looks, I'm vegetarian," Lucas explained.
The Hydrokinetic couldn't help but cock one his eyebrows back just a little bit. He'd never met a dude that was a vegetarian or maybe he did and just didn't notice. He couldn't really understand why somebody would just go for veggies, Mez was omnivorous, the best way to eat in his opinion was to eat in balance of all things. But vegetarian is what worked for Proteus so Mez wasn't going to make a big fuss about. "There's some tossed salad in there if you want that" He said pointing to the fridge.
Re: Kitchen/The White Queen/Tags: Morpheusfan, Mez
Magma:
Alison's eyes widened at that. She winked at Mez before moving to grab some food from the frig, at least enough for her and Force(China). She walked over to the table and beckoned to Force.
"Come on China. It's all right. They're friends, remember."
Force:
China was staring at the 'White Queen'(Sorry, forgot her real name) eyes wide and staring. That was someone she had not yet met before and was a bit hesistant to meet.
She had that look about her that scared China at times. A flicker appeared about her body, her own personal force shield(protection appears when she's nervous and stuff).
Hearing Magma, China goes a wide berth staying away from the woman. Something about her made China want to shy away from her.
She sat down next to Magma who passed her some food.
Wanda had followed after Remy, though it was not of her own violition. If she so wanted to, she would have preferred to move in first but well..you know.
Stumbling a little she entered the kitchen noting in passing the number of people she didn't know and plunked down in a chair, her gaze moving around, bordem written plainly on her face.
"Yeah, now we're back." Her gaze went to Gambit. "Thanks Cajun for the trick back!" she called out with a bit of a sneer in her voice.
Karina:
Her trip was e bit more dignified as she left the lift. She was careful to keep her feet as she tended to trip over any little thing if she didn't watch it.
She followed Wanda and Gambit to the kitchen, her glance also taking in all there.
"Hi! I'm..." she called out. After all her carefullness, she did trip...over her own feet. "Ah! Whoops!"
Re: Kitchen/Gambit/Tags: Emma
LaTrina gasped as they entered the Transpad and was transported elsewhere. Mrs. Adams always had a hand on her daughter and felt her shock. The hand tightened a bit as LaTrina relaxed realizing her mother was still there.
Then they arrived. But where?
LaTrina looked around and felt kind of homesick. She wasn't home anymore. She wasn't anywhere that she knew of. Her gaze went around, in search of anyone who could help her and saw her mother standing there, gaze wide and looking around.
LaTrina rushed to her mother and threw her arms about her, shuddering violently.
Mrs. Adams enfolded her daughter in a loving embrace wondering where they could be.
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(5/10/06 12:38 am) Reply
Re: Kitchen/Emma/Tags: Gambit, Mez, etc."Here take some to hold till the main dishes are served"
"Kia ora," Rawiri said. Kia ora was a "utility expression" in Maori. It could stand for many things. It was used as a greeting, as a farewell, and as thanks. It was similiar to the Hebrew word "Shalom". Rawiri grabbed the spoon and took a small bite first. He chewed pensively. His face was unreadable, distant. He swallowed, and then smiled. Again the Moko on his face changed in appearance from the gesture. "This is really good," Rawiri said.
He heard Kevin's comment about Vegetarianism and just shrugged. Rawiri had known some men who were Vegetarians, but it was because they were Buddhists. Rawiri didn't want to ask questions about religion as religion was a taboo topic at the table. He just continued to eat, contentedly. Rawiri was indebted to Mez for the food.
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Kevin saw the look through Lucas' eyes and pushed to the forefront of the shared mind. "My mother is a vegetarian and my father...he isn't around, so when I was growing up, I grew up vegetarian. It's not that I don't want to eat meat, it's just I can't physically do it. I get sick," Kevin said in way of explination. He didn't understand the biology of the reaction of his body to meat. He knew there were others like him, people who had been raised vegetarian and as such couldn't eat meat.
Kevin walked past Rawiri and straight to the fridge. Lucas came back into control and grabbed the tossed salad in the container. He rummaged through the drawers for a fork and eventually found one. Lucas sat down near Rawiri and calmly began to eat the salad. It was decent, but the tomatoes were a bit subpar. Lucas didn't mind though, truly good tomatoes were hard to find.
( Moved from Estate forum to continue inside the mansion's main floors )____________________________________________________
Entering his room, he went straight to his private bathroom and ran the shower and kicked off his boots and stripped off the grundgy jeans. He just stood under the steaming water for a long long time, letting the heat soothe his muscles and his mood, somewhat.
Then he shut the water off, toweled himself dry and pulled on a pair of lounging pants then flopped onto his bed. He was asleep almost immediately; dreaming heavily, lying on his back, his arms and legs stretched out. He could sleep for a month, he had no doubts about that... the few seconds he had before exhaustion took him under.
Re: Jonah's Whale returns to the mansion (moved to this forum as description dictates)
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Having heard that the Whale had landed, Jean again felt awash with a wave of disappointment in herself. Her first real opportunity to work with the team in making a difference to those outside the school had been cut short through her own carelessness and, so she felt, utter stupidity. Feeling that she should first make her apology to the man she had been most closely working with, the red-head went in search of Logan.
It didn’t take long for her to locate him, but by the time she arrived at the door to his room, she could sense that he was asleep. Normally very respectful of another’s privacy, she tapped lightly upon the door, even though she could feel images of the occupant’s dreams forming, ghostlike, in her own mind. With a soft mutter to herself about self-inflicted concussions and weak mental shields, she opened Logan’s door a crack to peek in.
Sprawled across his bed, face up and sleeping the sleep of the exhausted, Wolverine was nowhere near as intimidating as he could be fully awake and piercing one with his sharp gaze. That difference alone was enough to lure Jean further into the room. Noting the blood-stained clothing on the floor, she moved quickly to his bedside to make certain that he wasn’t in need of medical attention. A quick but thorough visual inspection assured her that he would heal, given rest and nourishment.
Moving quietly, aided slightly by her telekinetic powers, she pulled a light blanket up to cover him, then sat in a nearby chair to keep watch over him. In his exhausted slumber, Logan’s dreams were forceful and vivid, penetrating her weakened attempts at shielding with incredible ease. Without realizing it, Jean became an unwitting spectator, along for the ride, tasting his bitter disappointment and hurt with no control on where Logan’s mind was taking them and no way to ease the man’s mental and emotional discomfort.
Tags: Logan if he wants to wake up... more to come, either way.
Re: Logan's room, 2nd floorWolverine growled at the men standing over him, but
they didn't move or show any fear, they just looked
at him silently... waiting. Wolverine's eyes shifted to each of them in turn, trying to figure out what they wanted.
"Logan?" The man closest to him said and Wolverine looked at him. "We're here to help you," the man explained, his voice was very familiar but his face was blurred as it always was in his dreams. "Do you understand?" he asked as Wolverine stared at him. The feral then stretched his neck forward, lowering his head in a predatory fashion. "We're going to take you out of here, Logan," The Man told him.
"No," Wolverine growled. "Go away."
"I can't do that, Logan," The Man replied, shaking his head sadly. "You really need to come with us, so we can help you." The Man replied.
"I don't need yer kind o' help," Wolverine growled menacingly.
"We're not going to hurt you," The Man told him in a soft and soothing tone as he took a slow step forward. Wolverine straightened his back, snarling at The Man and the four men with him watched as the hair on Wolverine's arms and chest rippled like a wave and stood on end, then his dark mane bristled and fanned out.
'Raising his hackles' in this manner served to make Wolverine seem larger than he actually was, a natural and passive way to intimidate his enemies. It was an instinctual response, not a conscious one and it was a part of Logan's mutation that few people had ever actually witnessed, although after battle he always did look a bit 'crazed' and disheveled, so the action didn't come as a complete surprise to The Man.
"Logan, please don't make this harder than it has to be," The Man spoke calmly. "We are prepared to take you out of here, but we would rather you come of your own accord."
"I'm sure you would," Logan replied with an evil smirk.
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As his dream took form and the foggy mist of newly-formed images receded, Logan's system began to react to the re-lived memories. He moaned softly in his exhaustion that anyone would barely have heard it if they'd been in the room. His heartrate began to speed up though as the images flickered and fast-forwarded to the next notably stressful moment on this particular day from his past.
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"Everything is fine, Logan," The Man stated again softly. The
compassionate tone of his voice served to comfort most
of his patients and at this particular moment he was hoping that Logan would be no different. "No one here wishes to hurt you." Wolverine's eyes scanned the group of men then returned to the man speaking.
"Then why do I have to leave this room?" Logan asked,
his voice low and distrustful.
"Because there are much more comfortable places for us to talk," The Man told him. "That is all we wish to do. We just want to talk to you."
"So talk," Logan challenged, his eyes narrowing in challenge.
"Not here," The Man countered. "Out there," he said, gesturing toward the open door. As Wolverine glanced in
that direction, the tall redhead near the door moved quickly to recover his stance; to hide the object he'd just been handed by someone unseen on the other side of the door, but he wasn't quick enough.
Wolverine did a quick double take, his eyes flaring with rage. The tall redhead froze in surprise at having been caught in the act. His hesitation was only momentary, but it would cost him dearly. With a surge of anger, and without hesitation,
Wolverine spun around and was on the man so fast that
he had no time to react.
"Traitor!!" Logan screamed as his fist slammed the younger man right between the eyes. Instead of falling backward into the lab, the young orderly became pinned against the doorjamb while Logan pummeled him in rampant fury.
Wolverine had been standing still one moment and was on the move the next and although they had fully expected The Wolverine to put up a fight, his actions had been dealt out so quickly and so viciously that it actually took a few seconds for the situation to register in their minds.
One of the other orderlies who was closest, got to them first. He grabbed onto Wolverine, trying to pull him off of the young red haired orderly who was desperately trying to protect his head and face as Wolverine's metal-filled fists wracked him
relentlessly.
Logan's rage had always served to make him stronger, quicker and more unstoppable and he easily dislodged Orderly #2 with one powerful sweep of his arm. As he slammed into a nearby wall, the wind knocked out of him, The Man and a colossal-sized orderly standing next to him moved quickly to tackle Wolverine. The three men were sent sprawling onto the floor by the sheer force of the two large powerhouses as they each tried to seize control of the smaller man.
But Wolverine was incredibly agile for a man of his size and build and he was able to twist around beneath the force of the blow; evading capture and allowing him to maintain his hold on the redhead who'd betrayed the words their leader was conveying in order to gain his trust. Wolverine pulled the injured man along with him as the momentum threw him toward the center of the lab.
Logan's bare feet scrambled for purchase on the tile floor and, once he found it, was on his feet instantly. He snarled at the object the young man had been holding before the attack, which now lay on the floor nearby. Before Logan could move to pick it up, another man teleported in, grabbed the suppression collar and was gone again in the blink of an eye.
The acrid odor left behind by the dimensional jumper stung Wolverine's heightened sense of smell and burned his eyes and throat. The effects slowed him down enough to allow the other two to regain their feet.
The giant orderly grabbed onto Wolverine, wrapping his arms
around Logan's torso and dragged him across the room.
Wolverine grabbed onto the redhead's white uniform shirt and dragging the injured man in tow, continuing with his punches as he pulled his prey across the tiled floor.
The others watched with growing concern as Wolverine continued to battle their teammates with savage brutality. They stood, nearly in shock, watching the horrific scene
being played out before them. The medical staff had their hands full, much as they'd been warned prior.
The Chief Medical Officer in charge of Logan's case was well-experienced in the de-programming of the government's secret agents... the rogues, as they were labeled. CMO Daniels knew better than what he was simply told though, and suspected, correctly, that Special Agent Logan - a mutant - had been another unwilling participant in the governments' secret weapons programs.
He'd hoped this would go smoother than it had, and this show of force that his team was now acting out would solve nothing and only served to give Logan a viable reason to release his vindictive rage.
From the other side of the room, the rest of the medical staff stared in horror as the brutal assault on the fallen orderly continued. The redhead tried to break free of Logan's grasp but his repeated attempts to escape the frenzied fury of The Wolverine failed. Logan was so focused on his target that he didn't even fight back as the attempts to restrain him
persisted. He just kept a tight grip on the orderly's clothes as the others dragged him toward the infirmary.
"Traitor!" Logan roared over and over again. Daniels was finally able to grab onto one of Wolverine's legs just as another orderly raced forward and wrenched the injured man free of Logan's grasp.
When Wolverine realized that he had lost his prey, he
reflexively kicked out with his free leg and caught the young man square in the face. Blood exploded from the redhead's mouth and nose and he nearly lost consciousness. The
tremendous crushing force produced by Logan's powerful
kick against his teeth split the man's lower lip wide and
deep.
Daniels grappled for Logan's free leg and when he finally
caught it he had to hold on for dear life. It was only then that Wolverine understood his predicament.
Logan's intense fear of being pinned down and unable to move took over and he bucked and strained frantically against the hold the staff had on him. The Canuck might be short and stocky but he had enormous strength, Daniels noted mentally. His team was firmly reminded of that when they were nearly thrown off balance by Logan's desperate flailing.
"Traitor!" Logan shouted out at the young man as he was carried away. "You'll pay, you murdering savage!"
The injured orderly got shakily to his knees with blood
pouring from his mouth and nose. He mumbled a response to Logan's name calling as he tried not to choke on his own blood. "Look who's talking," he managed, unable to close his
mouth.
As Logan was carried away, soon to be put in restraints, he heard the staff talking amongst themselves in the aftermath of the violence they'd just witnessed. Their words echoed in his mind and in his dreams many years later.
"They messed up his mind. He doesn't know who we are... or where he is... or who to trust."
"They made him crazy."
"They messed with his mind."
"He doesn't know who to trust."
"Messed with his mind.."
"Doesnt' know who to trust..."
"... who to trust... who.. to trust..."
Logan jerked awake with a loud gasp, then lay frozen for a moment on his bed. His chest heaving like bellows, sucked in copious amounts of air that his racing heart demanded. His eyes stared wide, yet unfocused, toward the ceiling as the fog slowly cleared from his brain, then he blinked and glanced to the left. Recognizing his bathroom door standing open and the soiled jeans he'd left on the floor, he realized where he was and, with a groan, he rolled to the side of the bed and dropped his feet over the edge. Sitting up, he sighed loudly as he raked his hands through his sweat-dampened hair. The dreams were returning... again.
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( Disclaimer: The dream sequence above is a scene taken from one of my own stories, altered slightly to fit within this RPG. So if anyone happens to recognize it, I stole it from myself. - Wolvie6 )Edited by: Wolvie6 at: 5/10/06 2:43 am
Re: Kitchen/Emma/Tags: Gambit, Mez, etc.
Chamber was tired. But not that tired. He was more often curious. On returning to the mansion, he began walking through looking around.
His 'ears' caught sound and he wondered who or what. Moving in that direction, he found himself standing in the entrance of the kitchen and the number of people there.
Not knowing what to make of these people, he entered.
*Hello all. And you would be..?*
(Just so you know, the only way for Chamber to communicate is telepathically. Mouth ruined hence the scarf there. : )
Re: Kitchen/Gambit/Tags: Emma, Mez, etc.
OOC: Sorry guys. For the delay and the shortness, but I can't think of anything.
Jubilee blushed a bit at the woman's.. Emma?.. reply to her shooting off her mouth. She followed the crowd to the kitchen, even though she and Ben just ate. 'Guess that's a man for you... eats everything in sight.'
She sorta stayed in the background while everyone started gathering in the kitchen. Jubilee figured she ought to introduce herself to all these new people, but for now, she was just going to go with the flow and see what happened next.
Re: Kitchen/Emma/Tags: Gambit, Mez, etc.
OOC: Alright, since the kitchen get choke people, please all present forgive me if I miss anyone.
IC:
"My mother is a vegetarian and my father...he isn't around, so when I was growing up, I grew up vegetarian. It's not that I don't want to eat meat, it's just I can't physically do it. I get sick,"
Mez stopped eating. If he grew vegetarian then that explained it. The young man didn't know any vegetarians as far as he knew. His parents promoted meat. His mother had always told him that women she had worked with fed there sons vegetarian. Very little meat and few veggies, but they didn't really become OIA Football stars on that kind of diet. "My moms is from the country on the North Shore. Small lady, grew up with 3 brothers, my father a big 6'4'', 250-somethin' pound son-of-a-gun from Chicago." Mez took another spoon-ful of Lomi-salmon. Mez's father had wanted his sons to have a protein as the center of their diet, but his mother had intervened on that. She made her sons ate properly, she was right, Mez was small but he could handle his own well, thanks to proper nutrition.
James had to put his food down he had no choice. He started looking around and there was at least a dozen people in the kitchen. He looked over at Emma and turned his head slyly "I hope you put in a big order" He said, there were going to need a lot more food, for this group. "Looks like we bout to have a Bloc Party over here or somethin'" Said Mez to everyone in the Kitchen.
Re: Logan's room, 2nd floor / Tag: Logan
Jean own soft gasp echoed Logan's as he woke suddenly from his nightmare, pulling her with him back into self-awareness. Her breath, only slightly slower than his seemed unnaturally loud to her, but could not be, some part of her mind retorted, registering the fact that even the Wolverine's acute hearing had not picked up on it.
Logan's groan followed by his heavy sigh as he swung his feet off the bed and sat up, cut through the haze lingering in Jean's mind and squeezed her heart. The tip of her tongue sneaked out to moisten dry lips and she gathered a small breath and all of her courage before softly calling his name, "Logan... Logan, are you alright?" Edited by: JeanEGreyMD at: 5/10/06 7:38 pm
morpheusfan Proteus/Kiwi Black
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(5/11/06 12:26 am) Reply
Kitchen/Emma/Tags: Gambit, Mez, etc."My moms is from the country on the North Shore. Small lady, grew up with 3 brothers, my father a big 6'4'', 250-somethin' pound son-of-a-gun from Chicago."
"My mothers..." Proteus stopped himself. He had used the plural. He was only supposed to talk about one of the mothers. It was Kevin who was here to control his gift, not Lucas. Kevin had only Moira. Lucas on the other hand, had a family, had a life. Proteus sighed and took another bite of his salad.
"My mothers are two very different women. One of my mothers is a Nobel Prize winning Geneticist who comes from a line of Scottish noble persons going back to the days when the Scottish language was still dominant among the people of the highlands and not preserved in fringes. My other mother is a nice enough woman, if on the short side. I know nothing of my first mother's husband, only that he and my mother did not have the happiest of all marriages. If that one of my mothers had been pro-choice, chances are we wouldn't be having this conversation. My other father is a nice man, smoker though," Proteus spoke. It was the first time he had opnely divulged his duel existance. It would confuse them to be sure. It felt better now that it was in the open. He didn't have to hide his true status any longer.
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Rawiri just ate the salmon and listened. The boy with Scottish accent was complex to say the least. Rawiri wasn't going to make any judgements, but the home dynamic sounded odd to be certain. Rawiri decided not to ask though, it would be a bad idea indeed if he asked.
Rawiri just turned his head down in the silence that followed Proteus' long announcement. This house seemed to be filled with stories, all of them long and complicated, each containing a small fragment of darkness. Rawiri was the "normal" one, and he had facial tattoos.
Quote:"Of course, I aim to please" she said with an ironic lift of her eyebrow.
~I no’ be doubtin’ dat f’r a secon’,~ he thought back towards her, leaning back against the counter and enjoying the taste of his own cup of coffee. Oh, how good that felt after all he had just been through.
He watched the others in the room, but made no attempt to react to anything that was said, red-on-black eyes soon falling on the elegant form of The White Queen again, “De name’s Gambit, Cheri, an’ do I be gettin’ de privilege t’ be callin’ yo’ by anytin’?” he asked.
Quote:"Yeah, now we're back." Her gaze went to Gambit. "Thanks Cajun for the trick back!" she called out with a bit of a sneer in her voice.
This time, Remy Etienne LeBeau did not hold back his need to roll his eyes, nor the need to voice his anger towards the Scarlet Witch. Taking one step forward, his coffee cup now sitting on the bench behind him, he said, “Yo’ be listnen’ t’ be, yo’ ungrateful little gosse, I be riskin’ mah life t’ be keepin’ yo’ safe, an’ yo’ be givin’ me lip about’ it from de beginin’. If yo’ be hatin’ dis place, an’ us so much, den why don’ yo’ jus’ be leavin’?” and with that said, eyes narrowed dangerously, Remy walked out of the room.
~L'ingrat, rancunier peu…~ he thought, the words trailing off before he went somewhere he shouldn’t be going. So, maybe that was a little too harsh, but someone had to pull the smart mouthed girl into line.
“Oooh, crap!” Pyro cried, hitting the ground hard at the impact, causing Remy’s head to snap up, eyes moving to the flame manipulator’s form. “Would you watch where ya goin’, Remy!” the teen admonished.
“I be sorry, Mon’ami,” Remy said, moving to help him up.
“Oh, no big, that’s what I am here for, to be knocked over by people I hardly even know.”
Gambit just looked at him. John grinned. “Nah, really, it’s no problem, just, what’s up, and don’t tell me nothing, I have a pregnant wife, I know when something is wrong just by looking at a person.”
A small smirk graced the Southerner’s lips, “It jus’ be a certain someone dat be gettin’ und’r mah nerves,” he simply said, brushing off any further information.
“Come out and play basketball with me,” John suggested, “I’m hoping Mana and Skye will find me there later so we‘ll be able to play two on two then..." his words trailed off, "Okay, maybe not two on two, cos, well, Skye's most likely not in any shape or form to be playing sports, but, ya know, one on one might take ya mind off whatever it is for a while.”
The Cajun thought about it for a couple seconds, nodding, “Yeah, jus’ be lettin’ me go get chang’d.” he agreed. “I no’ exactly be dress’d f’r vig'rous exercise.”
John grinned, “Okay, see ya there then.”
OOC: French Translations: Gosse = brat
L'ingrat, rancunier peu...! = The ungrateful, spiteful little...
Gambit and Pyro are moving to the Xavier Estate thread...Edited by: Gambit at: 5/11/06 6:45 am
Re: Kitchen/Emma/Tags: Gambit, Mez, etc.
Ben tried some of the Lomi salmon, finding it to be quite good. "This is delicious, Mez," he said before the conversation moved to the subject of family. The Scottish one spoke of having two sets of parents, which was something Ben couldn't even begin to understand. "My family situation is, to say the least, complicated," Ben started. "My parents are dead from when I first manifestd one of my powers, and my brother seems to want me dead after our last meeting. My extended family I haven't seen since my parents funeral five years ago, and they seemed to want nothing to do with me, either," he finished between bites of Lomi salmon. It wasn't the easiest thing to talk about, but it did feel good to have it our in the open to a degree, Ben decided.
Tags: Mez, Proteus, Kiwi, Jubilee, and anyone else in the kitchen.
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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