Introduction
There's a place in the world called Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. It's in New York. But, it's not a Prep School like many think it to be. Xavier's Academy is home to hundreds of young mutants from all over North America and other continents as well. The place is owned and run by renowned Professor, Charles Xavier. He's the Head Master. But he's not the only adult there. Ororo Munroe was his intended successor. Then you have Doctor Jean Summers and her husband, Scott Summers. Then there was Logan. There were several others as well, some who were Professors, some were just tenants and X-Men, and some worked as Aides to the Professors or around the Academy. Among them were Katherine Pryde, Bobby Drake, Peter Rasputin, Warren Worthington III, Henry McCoy, Remy LeBeau, Lorna Dane, Anna Marie, Kurt Wagner, Laura Kinney, Thriinaendor*, Melina del Rosario*, and a young Jubilation Lee. Now, you may be asking yourself "You mentioned some of them being X-Men...What the holy hell is that?" Well. The X-Men is a special ops team of mutants directed by Professor Xavier who's mission is to maintain the peace between mutants and humans while keeping them safe. No, they aren't the type of Superhero team to step in and stop a bank robbery. Unless maybe the criminal is mutant. They try their best to help humans see mutants in a different, better light.
Then...you have their counterpart: The Brotherhood of Mutants. The group was originally nothing short of terrorists. They were mutants who wanted to do nothing more than spend their time subjugating humans to the will of mutants, attempting to forcibly awaken human X-Genes, or simply killing humans. They were formed by Eric Lensherr and soon grew over time in numbers. Among them now are Wanda Maximoff and her twin brother Pietro Maximoff - Also known as The Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver. They are both the children of Eric Lensherr, the half-siblings of Lorna Dane. Then there's John Allerdyce - They call him Pyro. He's a former student of the Xavier Institute and also Bobby's best friend. But insanely jealous of his friend. You can't forget Callisto, James Madrox, Roger Quark, Cain Marko, Mystique, Frederick Dukes, Mortimer Toynbee, Jason Wyngarde, Angelo Unuscione, Lani Ubana, Telford Porter, and Peter Quinn. As time went on, the Brotherhood seemed to focus a lot more on political movements, attempting to take down and sometimes even succeeding in 'taking care of' anti-mutant figureheads. Their members are all mutants who are either victims of anti-mutant abuse suffered at the hands of humans or mutants who just don't like humans because they view mutants as better in every way. Peace is not an option to them. Humans must go by one way or another.
The year is now 2012. And so much has changed.
Flashback
Professor Charles Xavier and his wife, Moira Xavier passed away in the year 2005. His funeral was one of the largest that the world had seen. Mutants and humans from all over came out of the woodwork to pay their respects to the man and his wife. It was no secret that he had touched so many lives. Even his brother Cain showed up - He didn't even have a temper that day. Eric Lensherr had shown up, of course. Only to pay respect to Charles - He never liked Moira and always thought that if it hadn't been for her, he and Charles would be on the same side of 'The War'. A statue was erected at the front in his honor and Ororo took over as Head Mistress. Some of the X-Men and Professors left. Others remained. Jean had died back in 2000, the Phoenix dying along with her. Many had children. Most of them were attending college. A lot of them had just above average intelligence; They did have the benefit of being raised in a place of learning, after all. Ororo had a daughter that was now grown, having married her long time love, T'Challa - Among the others with children were Remy LeBeau who had a child as a result of a one-night-stand with Professor Delgado - Afterwards, the two got married. Scott raised a child as well, trying his best to make up for Jean's absence in the child's life. Logan had two children. Lorna Dane married her long time crush, Alexander Summers and they had a child. Anna Marie and Bobby Drake got married and had a child - But they moved away from the Xavier Institute and left the country in an attempt to lead a normal life. Jubilation Lee and Peter Rasputin ended up having a child together a few years before getting married and they stuck around to raise their offspring. Kurt wanted a child...But he feared that the child would come out looking like his family -Demonic. He feared the worst for the child and remained single for some time. But he eventually married his long time love, Wanda Maximoff. And they had a son. Katherine Pryde and Warren Worthington ended up having a child - But their child was younger than the others. Even Doctor McCoy decided to leave behind a legacy before his death, having married his long time love, Mystique, helping her to raise her other child as well.
The Brotherhood? Well - A lot of things happened there that lead to the events of now. Just like the X-Men, their members had children. As in accordance with their disposition, they only had children with mutant partners. So it was very rare for a human child to turn up. John Allerdyce's first child was a human - He remembered that Doctor Grey had once said that the X-Gene was most often awakened during times of intense emotion, stress, or trauma. He was a twisted young man who secretly tortured and abused his child in an attempt to awaken their X-Gene. Needless to say, he did. The child had the ability to inflict pain without touching anyone. But from the abuse, her mind was twisted. She killed her father and in her insanity, she committed suicide. Wanda also had a child. He ran away at a young age to live at the Xavier Institute with his cousin who was the child of Pietro and Callisto, raised by his father. Eric was upset that not a single one of his grandchildren shared his vision, hoping that the group he founded would one day be under their control. Mystique had even left his side to be with Hank, taking their son with her after she told him that she was tired of living life fighting all the time. She saw that the mutant x human relations were steady and said she wouldn't live in the dark anymore. With the loss of his grandchildren, child, and love, Eric remained solitary for years. He spoke to no-one. Not his kids and not his dearest of friends. There was arguing that rose up within the Brotherhood and the group split in two. The two separate groups often clashed - One group lead by Angelo was determined to exterminate the humans. The other was lead by Wanda and Pietro. They were moreso for subjugating humans and enslaving them if they couldn't turn them. Over the years, stress and tension rose...Until it was almost too much. And then...
It's now September 13th, 2012.
So much has happened after mutants across the globe were depowered. Many humans rejoiced -Some (ex)mutants began searching for a way to regain their mutations while others took it as a blessing in disguise and have been integrating themselves into a normal human life. The remaining mutants? They were hunted. All across the globe, the hunt to find the rest of the mutants began. Religious extremists took 'The Great Purge' as a sign from God and sought to finish his work, joining The Pure Ones. Another group formed as well, calling themselves The Sapien League. They weren't religious fanatics, but simply humans who didn't want mutants around. As a result, mutants from all across the globe reacted in a few ways. Some immediately fled to Xavier's for shelter. Others went into hiding. Others...They did what Magneto would love of them to do; they fought back and took as many human lives as they could. Senator Robert Kelly of Massachusetts approached the U.S. Senate began to push for a bill: Mutant Affairs Control Act that would require mutants to disclose their identities and powers to the government, and work for the government while being labeled as Weapons of Mass Destruction among other things that clearly violated every bit of privacy that they had. It wasn't the first time he had tried for it -The first couple of times, it had been rejected as unconstitutional. But now, with mutant attacks growing more vicious, he has high hopes that it will go through. Even if the bill was rejected again, he was secretly working on Project: Wideawake - A covert operation where mutant-hunting Sentinel robots were being created.
Our story will begin with the first day of school. Barely two weeks after M-Day. All of the remaining mutants who aren't out terrorizing humans and doling out vigilante justice or hiding have arrived at Xavier's Institute and are beginning to settle in. There's to be a meeting to discuss the issues at hand. The Head Mistress will introduce herself, the staff, and the X-Men and welcome all of the new students and tenants. From there? The IC will decide...
SPOILER ALERT;; Their time at Xavier's will be short-lived. Bwahahahahaha!!
Cataleia Fury Β¦ 25 Β¦ Proud & Hopefull Β¦ Emmy Rossum Β¦ Played by Little Fox
~Acoustolumikinetic
~The daughter of Director Nicholas Fury, she is the leader of the X-Men. She attended Xavier's as a child, very popular among most students and staff members.
Caelan Howlett¦ 132 ¦ Protective & Aggressive ¦ Joe Manganiello ¦ OPEN
~Advanced self-healing, enhanced senses, peak human condition, Element Manipulation, elongated canines, delayed aging process
~Son of James Howlett
~*Joseph* has been in love with Cataleia since she graduated high school and is considered one of her "lieutenants". He's fiercely protective of his team mates and is an ex-Marine. Especially overprotective of his sister, Orfelina and territorial with Cataleia.
____ Lensherr¦ 26 ¦ Reserved & Calculating ¦ Skylar Astin ¦ RESERVED - BleedingLover
~Magnetic Field Manipulation
~Son of Eric Lensherr
~Married to Zalika Munroe for six years
~Genius level intellect, *Skylar* ran away from his father when his nephew Markus did and has become reserved since his sister's (Wanda) death.
Zalika Munroe Β¦ 25 Β¦ Aggressive & Silent Β¦ Megan Good Β¦ Played by Little Fox
~Weather Control
~Daughter of Ororo and T'Challa
~Has rarely used her powers since an emotional outburst when she was nine causing a severe earthquake. She is a firm worshipper of Bast and has grown a panther tail and ears after being marked by Bast, she rejected offer to be the field team leader and opted to be a "lieutenant" instead.
Julio LeBeau Β¦ 16 Β¦ Talkative and Polite Β¦ Roshon Feagan Β¦ Played by Little Fox
~Nature Lordship
~Son of Remy LeBeau
~Inherited his powers from his mother who is the aunt of Cataleia via her mother's side
~Has yet to finish high school but he works as a gardener, not letting anyone else tend the grounds. He is an only child.
Orfelina Howlett Β¦ 20 Β¦ Shy & Secretive Β¦ Ariana Grande Β¦ Played by Little Fox
~The Sight, advanced self-healing, enhanced senses, peak human condition, elongated canines, delayed aging process
~Daughter of James Howlett
~Was born a victim to William Stryker, rescued when she was 3.
~Never finished high school but is an expert Psychologist and Geneticist. Orfelina was often teased for her disappearances to perform with circuses.
Markus Wagner Β¦ 22 Β¦ Cold & Detached Β¦ Alex Pettyfer Β¦ Played by Little Fox
~Teleportation, Chronokinesis
~Son of Wanda and Kurt Wagner
~Was very outgoing and polite until the death of his parents and grandfather
~Was once a star rookie runningback for Notredame but quit everything and shut out everyone after his mother's death.
_____ McCoy Β¦ 27 Β¦ Sly & Intelligent Β¦ Megan Fox Β¦ RESERVED - BleedingLover
~Shapeshifting, enhanced reflexes, delayed aging process
~Daughter of Phillip McCoy and Raven Wagner-McCoy
~Was always a gossip, even as a child and now as an adult she has dirt on everyone.
~Began working for S.H.I.E.L.D. as an assassin at age 20.
_____ Banner¦ 19 ¦ Shy & Intelligent ¦ Ben Platt ¦ OPEN
~Red Hulk form
~Son of Bruce Banner
~Rated number 22 on the world's list of smartest people.
~While not a mutant, he met Cataleia as a child and moved to Xavier's, feeling as though he belonged there most.
_____ Stark Β¦ 17 Β¦ Friendly & Naive Β¦ Brittany Snow Β¦ RESERVED - BleedingLover
~Technokinetic
~Daughter of Anthony and Virginia Stark
~Discovered her mutation at a young age.
~Her parents were happy to send her to Xavier's for classes during the evening to train her powers, even funding the estate.
Joseph Rogers Β¦ 26 Β¦ Courageous & Selfless Β¦ Henry Cavill Β¦ Played by Bromander Shepherd
~Super strength, flight, peak human condition, biotic mass generation
~Son of Steve Rogers
~Possessing mutant gene modifications implanted by The Red Skull received after a kidnapping when he was 8.
~One of the S.H.I.E.L.D. liaisons to the Xavier Institute and unofficial guardian of Cataleia Fury.
_____Β¦ 27 Β¦ Funny & Gullible Β¦ Jackson Rathbone Β¦ RESERVED - BleedingLover
~Probability Manipulation
~Just now arriving at Xavier's, a college mate of Cataleia. He offered to help out after losing everything else.
_____Β¦ 8 Β¦ Clingy & Scared Β¦ Maddie Ziegler Β¦ OPEN
~Life and Death Manipulation
~She only uses her powers on accident and is afraid of them after accidentally killing a boy at daycare with them.
_____ Β¦ 8 Β¦ Brave & Loyal Β¦ Jackson Brundage Β¦ OPEN
~Persuasion
~The twin of *Maddie*, he used his powers to have their parents drop them off at Xavier's when they were 6.
_____Β¦ 18 Β¦ Rebellious & Sarcastic Β¦ ChloΓ« Grace Moretz Β¦ RESERVED - BleedingLover
~Empathy
~Was kicked out by her parents when she was 10 when she revealed her powers. She was taken in by a local mutant gang and is now the only one of them left after a raid on their hideout. She fled to Xavier's for safety.
Cortez Craven Β¦ 19 Β¦ Flirtatious & Spoiled Β¦ Avan Jogia Β¦ Played by MaliceInWonderland
~Literary Animation
~The brother of *Madison*, he took her with him to Xavier's, being pre-acquainted with Orfelina and offered room and board.
Zoey Craven Β¦ 10 Β¦ Realistic & Manipulative Β¦ Madison Pettis Β¦ Played by MaliceInWonderland
~Illusion Manipulation
~A little actress known for being down-to-earth and mature for her age. She knows everything that she wants and just what strings to pull to get it.
_____ Β¦ 37 Β¦ Heartbroken & Thoughtful Β¦ Ryan Gosling Β¦ RESERVED - ninjavanish
~Telepathic, Telekinetic
~A total sweetheart, he ran to Xavier's only months ago after he finally revealed his mutation to his wife of 12 years who divorced him upon finding out.
_____ Β¦ 32 Β¦ Know-It-All & Defensive Β¦ Brandon T. Jackson Β¦ OPEN
~Self-Cloning
~An escaped convict, convicted of twenty-seven armed bank robberies and murdering 52 cops. He thinks he knows everything and puts his two cents in even when not wanted.
_____ Β¦ 21 Β¦ Seductive & Selfish Β¦ Bridgit Mendler Β¦ OPEN
~Telepathic, Ice Manipulation
~She's best friends with *Megan Fox* and grew up spoiled, the daughter of a famous model. She doesn't take no for an answer and must have the best of everything.
_____ Β¦ 22 Β¦ Sweet & Slow Β¦ David Henrie Β¦ OPEN
~Lycanthropy, enhanced strength, enhanced senses, enhanced reflexes
~*David* is a bit off, to be approached with extreme caution and handled with utmost kindness. He suffers from emotional trauma from abuse as a child by his parents.
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August 26th, 2012 β 4:23am
βHurry up! You donβt know what kind of freak security they got here!β A brown-haired man with piercing blue eyes that shone in the light of flashlights was barking orders in a fierce whisper. With him were nine other figures that couldnβt be identified due to the white hoodies they wore. The front of the hoodies read Godβs Pure Ones. They had with them three wooden crosses that they were raising. It was hard to see in the dark, but to each cross, there was a person nailed at the hands and feet. The one on the far right had a girl that could be no older than seven, auburn hair cascading in tresses down far past her feet. The one on the far left held a woman β She was obviously pregnant, but where her legs should be was a massive mermaidβs tail. Her flesh was lightly scaled and she wore no top. Her blue hair hung limply around her shoulders, covering her face. And in between them both was an elderly man with a face filled with wrinkles, each one earned through the trials of his life. While the other two were nameless, this man was widely known.
Eric Lensherr was the leader of a group of mutants who craved homo superior rule and the subjugation of homo sapiens. The people putting them up on crosses saw them as the Devilβs children sent to wreak havoc upon the world. They thought what so many did, but they were the ones who finally began to take extreme action as a group. And this was step number one. They were just outside the gates of Xavierβs Institute for Gifted Youngsters, placing these crosses where everyone could see. They were sending a message: Weβre coming for all of you. And we donβt show mercy. Not to the young. Not to the old. Not to the pregnant. Your days are numbered. They hadnβt raised the crosses yet because they were too busy stripping the mutants of their clothes while being harassed by the green-eyed male because they hadnβt done it before placing them on the cross. βJesus! Ya dumb fucks! We went over the plan a million times. I know this place is creepy and filled with demons, but the Lord will protect us.β They seemed to believe that as they drew daggers and began to carve upon the flesh of the people before them. Horrible, terrible things. Freak. Mutant. Demon. Devilβs Child. Abomination. Death to the Devilβs Bastard Children. With blood-stained hands, they lifted the crosses and propped them up before taking off into the early dawn.
6:30am
βNyeeaaaaaahhhhhh!β A scream of terror reverberated throughout the Estate grounds. It wasnβt a normal scream, by any means. It was high-pitched and ear-splitting, rattling the windows. It seemed to echo and repeat, hitting abnormal frequencies. It came from a young woman at the gate who was on her knees at the crosses, sobbing uncontrollably. She was with a group of people in matching dark suits β There was a red-headed woman, a brunet man sporting a bow and quiver upon his back, an African American man with an eye patch and trench coat, a Nordic man in a nice suite, blonde man with an All-American sort of look to him wearing a black shirt and dress pants, and then two men with an intellectual gleam in their eyes wearing suits that looked like they were worth more money than a helicopter. They all had wide eyes, standing there and simply staring in shock at the sight before them. One man finally pulled out a phone and began placing phone callsβ¦
It all happened so fast. Media soon swarmed the place, calling out for the staff to speak on what was going on. The woman with raven hair who had been the first to seem the gory sight was the one to answer them. She told them that it was just another attack on the mutant community. βWhat are you going to do about it?β They asked. The woman had taken full-time position as the Head Mistress of the school and the Leader of the secret team known as the X-Men only three years prior. She answered with a conviction that told she wasnβt lying. βThis action will not go unpunishedβ¦No mais.β With her words given, she returned to Xavierβs and tried her best to ease everyoneβs pains. Eric Lensherr was buried beside his best friend. A statue was erected alongside Charles Xavierβs because he fought hard for mutants to be free from prejudice as well. Maybe not in the best of ways, but he still fought.
8:13pm
Another shriek rang out. And another. And another. All over the Estate, cries of terror were ringing out. Why? Because tenants began to lose their mutations. By the next morning, it was all over the news that mutants were losing their mutations one by one. By the thousands, even. A group called the Sapien League formed and began to exterminate those that remained. They werenβt religious fanatics. Just humans looking for people to hate. Mutants that could escape their wrath fled to Xavierβs or would go into hiding away from civilization elsewhere. Those who lost mutations would go on to live normal lives or seek a way to get it back. The kids at Xavierβs who had lost their mutations? Well. Those who were given to the Academy by loving parents who only wanted what was best got to go home or stay if they chose. The others who were forced to Xavierβs by others or by lack of having a real home either stayed or ran away to kill humans. Either way β There are only a recorded number of 901 mutants left in the world. And 326 of them are at Xavierβs plus 177 of the previous, depowered tenants. Youβve got adults who are living in the compounds that were built recently and youβve got the kids who have been asked to attend school. The staff is trying their best to provide a normal life for these people while figuring things outβ¦
Todayβ¦.Thursdayβ¦
September 13th, 2012β¦.4:28pm
βHurry up! You donβt know what kind of freak security they got here!β A brown-haired man with piercing blue eyes that shone in the light of flashlights was barking orders in a fierce whisper. With him were nine other figures that couldnβt be identified due to the white hoodies they wore. The front of the hoodies read Godβs Pure Ones. They had with them three wooden crosses that they were raising. It was hard to see in the dark, but to each cross, there was a person nailed at the hands and feet. The one on the far right had a girl that could be no older than seven, auburn hair cascading in tresses down far past her feet. The one on the far left held a woman β She was obviously pregnant, but where her legs should be was a massive mermaidβs tail. Her flesh was lightly scaled and she wore no top. Her blue hair hung limply around her shoulders, covering her face. And in between them both was an elderly man with a face filled with wrinkles, each one earned through the trials of his life. While the other two were nameless, this man was widely known.
Eric Lensherr was the leader of a group of mutants who craved homo superior rule and the subjugation of homo sapiens. The people putting them up on crosses saw them as the Devilβs children sent to wreak havoc upon the world. They thought what so many did, but they were the ones who finally began to take extreme action as a group. And this was step number one. They were just outside the gates of Xavierβs Institute for Gifted Youngsters, placing these crosses where everyone could see. They were sending a message: Weβre coming for all of you. And we donβt show mercy. Not to the young. Not to the old. Not to the pregnant. Your days are numbered. They hadnβt raised the crosses yet because they were too busy stripping the mutants of their clothes while being harassed by the green-eyed male because they hadnβt done it before placing them on the cross. βJesus! Ya dumb fucks! We went over the plan a million times. I know this place is creepy and filled with demons, but the Lord will protect us.β They seemed to believe that as they drew daggers and began to carve upon the flesh of the people before them. Horrible, terrible things. Freak. Mutant. Demon. Devilβs Child. Abomination. Death to the Devilβs Bastard Children. With blood-stained hands, they lifted the crosses and propped them up before taking off into the early dawn.
6:30am
βNyeeaaaaaahhhhhh!β A scream of terror reverberated throughout the Estate grounds. It wasnβt a normal scream, by any means. It was high-pitched and ear-splitting, rattling the windows. It seemed to echo and repeat, hitting abnormal frequencies. It came from a young woman at the gate who was on her knees at the crosses, sobbing uncontrollably. She was with a group of people in matching dark suits β There was a red-headed woman, a brunet man sporting a bow and quiver upon his back, an African American man with an eye patch and trench coat, a Nordic man in a nice suite, blonde man with an All-American sort of look to him wearing a black shirt and dress pants, and then two men with an intellectual gleam in their eyes wearing suits that looked like they were worth more money than a helicopter. They all had wide eyes, standing there and simply staring in shock at the sight before them. One man finally pulled out a phone and began placing phone callsβ¦
It all happened so fast. Media soon swarmed the place, calling out for the staff to speak on what was going on. The woman with raven hair who had been the first to seem the gory sight was the one to answer them. She told them that it was just another attack on the mutant community. βWhat are you going to do about it?β They asked. The woman had taken full-time position as the Head Mistress of the school and the Leader of the secret team known as the X-Men only three years prior. She answered with a conviction that told she wasnβt lying. βThis action will not go unpunishedβ¦No mais.β With her words given, she returned to Xavierβs and tried her best to ease everyoneβs pains. Eric Lensherr was buried beside his best friend. A statue was erected alongside Charles Xavierβs because he fought hard for mutants to be free from prejudice as well. Maybe not in the best of ways, but he still fought.
8:13pm
Another shriek rang out. And another. And another. All over the Estate, cries of terror were ringing out. Why? Because tenants began to lose their mutations. By the next morning, it was all over the news that mutants were losing their mutations one by one. By the thousands, even. A group called the Sapien League formed and began to exterminate those that remained. They werenβt religious fanatics. Just humans looking for people to hate. Mutants that could escape their wrath fled to Xavierβs or would go into hiding away from civilization elsewhere. Those who lost mutations would go on to live normal lives or seek a way to get it back. The kids at Xavierβs who had lost their mutations? Well. Those who were given to the Academy by loving parents who only wanted what was best got to go home or stay if they chose. The others who were forced to Xavierβs by others or by lack of having a real home either stayed or ran away to kill humans. Either way β There are only a recorded number of 901 mutants left in the world. And 326 of them are at Xavierβs plus 177 of the previous, depowered tenants. Youβve got adults who are living in the compounds that were built recently and youβve got the kids who have been asked to attend school. The staff is trying their best to provide a normal life for these people while figuring things outβ¦
Todayβ¦.Thursdayβ¦
September 13th, 2012β¦.4:28pm
It was around the time of year that more mutants would come to Xavierβs and learn to control their power at the hands of a colorful variety of professors and various staff members. As Cataleia peeked out from behind the velvet auditorium curtains, she almost cried. Taking a deep breath, the woman checked her iPhone. It was almost four-thirty PM. She should begin her announcement. Slowly, she took a deep breath and summoned all of her courage and will power to walk across the stage with a bright smile. There was a round of applause and some cheers as she stepped up to the center of the stage; where there was no podium or microphone.
The woman who was glowing an array of colored lights parted her lips to speak, but was interrupted by a number of catcalls and wolf-whistles among a few comments; Cataleia was a rather beautiful woman; Her hair was jet black, cascading in thick curls down just behind her knees after years of only trimming dead ends. Her figure was to die for, as it showed in the outfit of choice for the occasion β A black body suit that showed ample cleavage and hugged every curve of her body, matching the heeled black boots that she wore, all made from unstable molecules - Much thanks to Reed Richards.
Cataleia almost always dressed in jaw-dropping clothes. But this was her uniform β She had only just gotten back from a meeting on board the UNN Alpha and didnβt have much time to change. Removing the smile from her face, she cleared her throat. βWelcome. Welcome one and all to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Although, most of the world likes to call it Mutant High.β She smiled at the soft laughs as she tried to lighten the tension in the air. βYou are all here for a few reasons. One and most importantlyβ¦Is because youβre special. Gifted. Unique. You were blessed with amazing powers like so many others once were. And twoβ¦Is because most humans canβt recognize that. Donβt ever believe that youβre an abomination. Thatβs ignorance and stupidity. That is fear talking! People fear mutants because some abuse their powers. They hate the many for the actions of few. But do they hate their fellow humans? How many human rapists and murders are there that get off better than a mutant who robbed a bank?β
She was getting worked up now, her Hispanic voice tone growing a bit more powerful with each word, and so was the crowd. βI donβt like being in hiding. But we have to be the bigger people. We must wait. You are safe within these walls! Myself and every other member of the X-Men and anyone on my staff will die for any mutant that we can save. Those humans think us a dying people. But we wonβt die. We wonβt let them destroy us. Even if they did, more would come. Were we not humans once? What makes them think that they are safe from their own hidden genes? Yes. Mutations have vanished all of a suddenβ¦But genesβ¦they donβt just disappear. It is my theory that they have only recessed for a while. They will be back!β The crowd roared in approval.
βWe will wait here. We will carry out normal lives here. We will show them that we are here to stay. Mutant and proud, we are the Children of the Atom! We are Homo Sapien Superior! Mutant and proud!β The crowd jumped to their feet, clapping, whistling, crying out and roaring in approval as she stood there with a smile on her face. βThank youβ¦β She held up a hand, motioning the crowd to hush. βDon't think that this crisis will get some of you out of school - We have your records and if you haven't finished school, you will do so here with some of the world's brightest minds as your instructors. And we will teach youβ¦to control your powers and to fight with and without them. As of now, you are Apprentice X-Men. Each and every one of you. Because as of August 26th, 2012, the humans declared war. And with our numbers so low compared to theirs, we need every able bodied person. But I warn youβ¦If you use your powers for malicious intent, your training will end.β
She grew serious, narrowing her eyes at that remark but soon returned to smiling. The entire time she had been speaking, not a single microphone of any kind was to be seen, though her voice was heard loud and clear. βBut, for now. You must get acquainted with your new home and your new family. If you would all please retire to the lobby.β People had been there for a while, but hardly anybody interacted with each other and instead moped in whatever room they locked themselves in. Hell! Schedules hadn't even been made, maps weren't handed out. People just...hung around.
As far as the whole situation was co.concerned, Cataleia herself had decided that they would not openly wage war, but instead remain civil and continue on life as normally as possible. Not everyone was happy with the decision but there was no changing her mind. βYou will get maps of the estate and room assignments and dinner is ready in the lobby as well.β The lobby was set up in a way to give the feel of a formal gathering, with a nice dinner buffet and soft music. She watched in silence as the seated crowd left, headed to the lobby. She exhaled slowly and turned around, left with her colleagues. βWell. Time for the meet and greet.β She put on a dazzling smile, showing no hint of stress before hopping off the stage and heading after the others.
Z alika had long since been ready, but she didnβt show her face until last minute. Dressed in the same uniform as Cataleia, even wearing her long, snowy hair down, she snuck onstage just as her friendβs speech began. The lightest of smirks danced across her face throughout the speech β Kitty didnβt speak very many words, but the ones spoken were indeed powerful. It showed through the positive reactions in the crowd. Though, Zee did frown as the X-Men were madeknown. The X-Men were once a secret covert ops team. Zalika only knew about them at a young age because of her motherβs affiliation with the team. But most students could go a while without knowing and they certainly werenβt put through training for it without some sort of assessment. Zalika had spent so much of her life training to perfection just to try out for the team and now people were just tossed onto the team! Butβ¦she did understand that they were low in numbers and they had to take what they could get. The X-Men would soon become an army if things escalated any further. Not that she had any such qualms with an army. The humans had several of their own, so why shouldnβt they? The mutant known as Tempest to many didnβt hate humans, per se. To many, it seemed she hated generally everyone. But those close to her knew better.
Zalika couldnβt stand the blindness of the humans, though she herself didnβt see humans or mutants as any different other than a single different gene. But according to Professor Xavierβ¦they all had that gene. And Kitty was rightβ¦Many of them were human onceβ¦Why do so many humans think themselves exempt? Ohβ¦right. They were protected by the grace of God. She shook her head at her thoughts. Where she came fromβ¦Wakandaβ¦Such mutations werenβt mutations - They weren't demon powers.They were viewed as gifts from Bast. Though, those who used their powers for unsavory actions were thought to have been gifted by Sekhmet. Zalika shivered at the mere thought of the Lion Goddess β She had once nearly lost her life to that vile Goddess. Zalika herself thanked Bast and her mother for such gifts, and was rather dismayed that her mother had been among the many that had been depowered during the event that everyone had come to call M-Day. But, as Cataleia said: Mutations donβt just disappear. Orfelina agreed; and if anyone knew about mutations, it was the little gypsy. Zalika snapped out of her thoughts, hearing Cataleia address them.
She almost snarled at the idea of a meet and greet, her lips pulling back to reveal recently filed canines. She had all four of them done, deciding recently to complete her feline appearance. Her eyes were the beginning of this, though she was born with those. As of lately, she had been working a lot on her agility and flexibility. She had been seen lately with a pair of panther ears and a tail to match. Most of her friends assumed that it was another ritual to Bast, and they werenβt wrong. She was showing her dedication for Bast, requesting to be blessed with the abilities of the felines that she loved so much.
Sighing, Zalika followed suit of Cataleia, glancing behind her at a young girl who didnβt look any older than seventeen or eighteen. The girl was staring off into space, shuffling a deck of tarot cards. Shaking her head at the absent-minded young woman, Zee moved lethargically down the aisles and slipped past the doors, leaving them wide open. Once in the presence of others, she almost cringed at the sound of them all talking at once. Once upon a time, in her earlier childhood, Zee would have been bubbly and happy to assist. But now, she just wanted to go back to her attic.
Throughout the whole of Cataleiaβs speech, there was a young woman on the far end of the line of people, staring off into space with bright chocolate-colored eyes. Her hair was a mirror of Kittyβs, though hers had been pulled up into a pony tail and had streaks of red. Unlike the others in uniform or professional βteacherβ wear, she was wearing a yellow and purple and a pair of baggy jeans that had holes in them. Her jeans, shirt, face, and arms were smeared in grease and her arms had plenty of cuts and scrapes among scars. Upon her hands were a pair of black gloves. About her waist, she wore a tool belt that was filled with a variety of everyday tools and a few other high-tech ones. Her figure wasnβt nearly as flattering as any of the other women on stage with her, being of athletic build. It looked as though she were only just now hitting puberty. Orfelina stayed in her daze until she could feel someoneβs eyes on her, boring into her skull for a few moments.
She snapped back to reality, seeing Zalika staring at her before she had left the stage. A blush covered her face as she fidgeted before following suit. As she entered the lobby, she flinched at the number of people. It wasnβt much, certainly far less than the amount she grew up around β But most of them were strangers. She thought for a second that maybe this could be a new start for her. As a child, she was often the object of bullies for being born as basically a lab rat. Of course there were others, but she was the runt of the litter. She had a feeling that things would be better this time around β But she still didnβt want to hang around. Instead, she made a quick getaway and ran outside. She ran and ran and ran. She ran all the way down the driveway to the garage, not stopping to look back.
She needed to think. She arrived skidding to a halt at the doors, pausing to punch in the security code. Massive titanium doors slid open to reveal a large variety of vehicles: Custom cars, future car concepts, Harleys, dirt bikes. You name it, it was there. Lina made her way to a 2013 Mustang Cobra β She had a few connections β It was white as snow with a cobra design on the side rear half. She slid her hand along the side, looking underneath the hood with a smile of pride as she whispered. βDid ya miss me baby?β She sang softly her favorite song as she worked. It was a rap song, but she was a rapping failure so she had formatted it for singing. As she worked, her voice died to a hum and she let her mind wander. She began to think of the times she spent in the lab with Charles and Bruce, researching mutations. She knew for a fact that genes didn't just disappear. That was stupid. Human geneticists were claiming that normal genes had begun to attack the mutant genes, forcing it out. Biblethumpers were saying God was striking down the Devil's children...She still had research to do. But she needed to upgrade her equipment. Maybe she would get Tiny Toni to help.
The woman who was glowing an array of colored lights parted her lips to speak, but was interrupted by a number of catcalls and wolf-whistles among a few comments; Cataleia was a rather beautiful woman; Her hair was jet black, cascading in thick curls down just behind her knees after years of only trimming dead ends. Her figure was to die for, as it showed in the outfit of choice for the occasion β A black body suit that showed ample cleavage and hugged every curve of her body, matching the heeled black boots that she wore, all made from unstable molecules - Much thanks to Reed Richards.
Cataleia almost always dressed in jaw-dropping clothes. But this was her uniform β She had only just gotten back from a meeting on board the UNN Alpha and didnβt have much time to change. Removing the smile from her face, she cleared her throat. βWelcome. Welcome one and all to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Although, most of the world likes to call it Mutant High.β She smiled at the soft laughs as she tried to lighten the tension in the air. βYou are all here for a few reasons. One and most importantlyβ¦Is because youβre special. Gifted. Unique. You were blessed with amazing powers like so many others once were. And twoβ¦Is because most humans canβt recognize that. Donβt ever believe that youβre an abomination. Thatβs ignorance and stupidity. That is fear talking! People fear mutants because some abuse their powers. They hate the many for the actions of few. But do they hate their fellow humans? How many human rapists and murders are there that get off better than a mutant who robbed a bank?β
She was getting worked up now, her Hispanic voice tone growing a bit more powerful with each word, and so was the crowd. βI donβt like being in hiding. But we have to be the bigger people. We must wait. You are safe within these walls! Myself and every other member of the X-Men and anyone on my staff will die for any mutant that we can save. Those humans think us a dying people. But we wonβt die. We wonβt let them destroy us. Even if they did, more would come. Were we not humans once? What makes them think that they are safe from their own hidden genes? Yes. Mutations have vanished all of a suddenβ¦But genesβ¦they donβt just disappear. It is my theory that they have only recessed for a while. They will be back!β The crowd roared in approval.
βWe will wait here. We will carry out normal lives here. We will show them that we are here to stay. Mutant and proud, we are the Children of the Atom! We are Homo Sapien Superior! Mutant and proud!β The crowd jumped to their feet, clapping, whistling, crying out and roaring in approval as she stood there with a smile on her face. βThank youβ¦β She held up a hand, motioning the crowd to hush. βDon't think that this crisis will get some of you out of school - We have your records and if you haven't finished school, you will do so here with some of the world's brightest minds as your instructors. And we will teach youβ¦to control your powers and to fight with and without them. As of now, you are Apprentice X-Men. Each and every one of you. Because as of August 26th, 2012, the humans declared war. And with our numbers so low compared to theirs, we need every able bodied person. But I warn youβ¦If you use your powers for malicious intent, your training will end.β
She grew serious, narrowing her eyes at that remark but soon returned to smiling. The entire time she had been speaking, not a single microphone of any kind was to be seen, though her voice was heard loud and clear. βBut, for now. You must get acquainted with your new home and your new family. If you would all please retire to the lobby.β People had been there for a while, but hardly anybody interacted with each other and instead moped in whatever room they locked themselves in. Hell! Schedules hadn't even been made, maps weren't handed out. People just...hung around.
As far as the whole situation was co.concerned, Cataleia herself had decided that they would not openly wage war, but instead remain civil and continue on life as normally as possible. Not everyone was happy with the decision but there was no changing her mind. βYou will get maps of the estate and room assignments and dinner is ready in the lobby as well.β The lobby was set up in a way to give the feel of a formal gathering, with a nice dinner buffet and soft music. She watched in silence as the seated crowd left, headed to the lobby. She exhaled slowly and turned around, left with her colleagues. βWell. Time for the meet and greet.β She put on a dazzling smile, showing no hint of stress before hopping off the stage and heading after the others.
Z alika had long since been ready, but she didnβt show her face until last minute. Dressed in the same uniform as Cataleia, even wearing her long, snowy hair down, she snuck onstage just as her friendβs speech began. The lightest of smirks danced across her face throughout the speech β Kitty didnβt speak very many words, but the ones spoken were indeed powerful. It showed through the positive reactions in the crowd. Though, Zee did frown as the X-Men were madeknown. The X-Men were once a secret covert ops team. Zalika only knew about them at a young age because of her motherβs affiliation with the team. But most students could go a while without knowing and they certainly werenβt put through training for it without some sort of assessment. Zalika had spent so much of her life training to perfection just to try out for the team and now people were just tossed onto the team! Butβ¦she did understand that they were low in numbers and they had to take what they could get. The X-Men would soon become an army if things escalated any further. Not that she had any such qualms with an army. The humans had several of their own, so why shouldnβt they? The mutant known as Tempest to many didnβt hate humans, per se. To many, it seemed she hated generally everyone. But those close to her knew better.
Zalika couldnβt stand the blindness of the humans, though she herself didnβt see humans or mutants as any different other than a single different gene. But according to Professor Xavierβ¦they all had that gene. And Kitty was rightβ¦Many of them were human onceβ¦Why do so many humans think themselves exempt? Ohβ¦right. They were protected by the grace of God. She shook her head at her thoughts. Where she came fromβ¦Wakandaβ¦Such mutations werenβt mutations - They weren't demon powers.They were viewed as gifts from Bast. Though, those who used their powers for unsavory actions were thought to have been gifted by Sekhmet. Zalika shivered at the mere thought of the Lion Goddess β She had once nearly lost her life to that vile Goddess. Zalika herself thanked Bast and her mother for such gifts, and was rather dismayed that her mother had been among the many that had been depowered during the event that everyone had come to call M-Day. But, as Cataleia said: Mutations donβt just disappear. Orfelina agreed; and if anyone knew about mutations, it was the little gypsy. Zalika snapped out of her thoughts, hearing Cataleia address them.
She almost snarled at the idea of a meet and greet, her lips pulling back to reveal recently filed canines. She had all four of them done, deciding recently to complete her feline appearance. Her eyes were the beginning of this, though she was born with those. As of lately, she had been working a lot on her agility and flexibility. She had been seen lately with a pair of panther ears and a tail to match. Most of her friends assumed that it was another ritual to Bast, and they werenβt wrong. She was showing her dedication for Bast, requesting to be blessed with the abilities of the felines that she loved so much.
Sighing, Zalika followed suit of Cataleia, glancing behind her at a young girl who didnβt look any older than seventeen or eighteen. The girl was staring off into space, shuffling a deck of tarot cards. Shaking her head at the absent-minded young woman, Zee moved lethargically down the aisles and slipped past the doors, leaving them wide open. Once in the presence of others, she almost cringed at the sound of them all talking at once. Once upon a time, in her earlier childhood, Zee would have been bubbly and happy to assist. But now, she just wanted to go back to her attic.
Throughout the whole of Cataleiaβs speech, there was a young woman on the far end of the line of people, staring off into space with bright chocolate-colored eyes. Her hair was a mirror of Kittyβs, though hers had been pulled up into a pony tail and had streaks of red. Unlike the others in uniform or professional βteacherβ wear, she was wearing a yellow and purple and a pair of baggy jeans that had holes in them. Her jeans, shirt, face, and arms were smeared in grease and her arms had plenty of cuts and scrapes among scars. Upon her hands were a pair of black gloves. About her waist, she wore a tool belt that was filled with a variety of everyday tools and a few other high-tech ones. Her figure wasnβt nearly as flattering as any of the other women on stage with her, being of athletic build. It looked as though she were only just now hitting puberty. Orfelina stayed in her daze until she could feel someoneβs eyes on her, boring into her skull for a few moments.
She snapped back to reality, seeing Zalika staring at her before she had left the stage. A blush covered her face as she fidgeted before following suit. As she entered the lobby, she flinched at the number of people. It wasnβt much, certainly far less than the amount she grew up around β But most of them were strangers. She thought for a second that maybe this could be a new start for her. As a child, she was often the object of bullies for being born as basically a lab rat. Of course there were others, but she was the runt of the litter. She had a feeling that things would be better this time around β But she still didnβt want to hang around. Instead, she made a quick getaway and ran outside. She ran and ran and ran. She ran all the way down the driveway to the garage, not stopping to look back.
She needed to think. She arrived skidding to a halt at the doors, pausing to punch in the security code. Massive titanium doors slid open to reveal a large variety of vehicles: Custom cars, future car concepts, Harleys, dirt bikes. You name it, it was there. Lina made her way to a 2013 Mustang Cobra β She had a few connections β It was white as snow with a cobra design on the side rear half. She slid her hand along the side, looking underneath the hood with a smile of pride as she whispered. βDid ya miss me baby?β She sang softly her favorite song as she worked. It was a rap song, but she was a rapping failure so she had formatted it for singing. As she worked, her voice died to a hum and she let her mind wander. She began to think of the times she spent in the lab with Charles and Bruce, researching mutations. She knew for a fact that genes didn't just disappear. That was stupid. Human geneticists were claiming that normal genes had begun to attack the mutant genes, forcing it out. Biblethumpers were saying God was striking down the Devil's children...She still had research to do. But she needed to upgrade her equipment. Maybe she would get Tiny Toni to help.
Cortez and Zoey Craven stood side by side as they listened to the envigorating speech by Ms. Cateleia. Zoey's eyes were on the beautiful white haired African woman. Cortez wasn't actually paying any attention to her or Prof. Cateleia's particularly snug body suits - which was usually the case for him. He was listening to her speech, He felt every word the Hispanic woman spoke touch him deep down to his soul. He even cheered 'Mutant and Proud' with the others.
He was a Mutant and was very proud. He had 'MnP' tattooed on his left wrist. He'd witnessed the bigotry and hate firsthand himself like many others. His own parents disowned him. He looked down at his baby sister. Sweet kid. They'd abandoned her too or probably would have, had she not run away and he not found her. He probably would have gotten his ass kicked if it weren't for Lina. She had a vision that told him that he was gonna be beaten after his powers were discovered at a poetry slam. It was a pity. That particular poem he truely felt, which was probably why it started to come to life.
Oops.
He looked down at his sister as she looked nervous. Her face was completely blank of expression, which for him was a clear indication that her mind was elsewhere. "Hey, whatsamatter, Twerp?" He asked her and she snapped out of her thoughts and glared at him.
"Must you?" the 10 year old asked with a huff.
"Yes, but that's neither here nor there. What's up?"
He asked, actually concerned. She looked back at the crowd slowly dispersing. "It's just...There's alot more of them-"
"Us." Cortez corrected.
Zoey looked down. "There's alot more of us then I thought." She said. Cortez sighed and knelt down to speak face to face, placing his hands on her tiny shoulders. "Z. Look. You have nothing to be worried about. You're safer here, then with Mom or Dad or anywhere else." He said softly. She sighed. "I know it's just...I don't know..." She said and Cortez rose and scooped her up into a hug. "Look, I know you're not use to being a mutant yet but here. You're not a mutant, You're just Zoey Craven. Cortez's little sister. Although living in my shadow is probably way worse then being with the Normies." He said with a chuckle and she smiled. "You're a dork, you know that?" She said with a laugh. "Ehh. I've been told a few times." He said with a shrug and a goofy grin.
"Hey, why don't you go and get settled in?" He said and set her down. She smiled up at him and looked back at the stage. "You wanna see Professor Zee, don't you?" He asked and she smiled sheepishly. "You know, She doesn't say much aside from the fact that she's a little too old for you." He said and Zoey's eyes widen and she smacked him. "Hey. I don't judge. I mean hell, If she weren't married and couldn't kick my ass from here to Wakanda then yea. I'd feel her too." He said and Zoey just scoffed. "It's a wonder, we come from the same gene pool." She said and walked off. Cortez grinned. He knew him teasing her would take her mind off of leaving Chicago. It wasn't that long ago that Lina practically threatened to kill him if he didn't bring his ass. He wasn't going to because it was too far from Zoey but she was convincing and by convincing, it meant she told him she'd tell her dad.
Cortez wanted no parts of him which was probably why he hadn't asked her out yet. He'd been wanting to for a while now but...Mr. Howlett...not a man to be trifled with and though he had no real reason to fear him as he would respect his daughter -he already did- he just didn't want the man breaking him in half for going any further then first base with her. Cortez decided to keep it friendly. On top of that, She was his best friend. She kinda saved his ass and helped him get in the school and helped him get out to look after Zoey. So naturally he held strong feelings for her. Her dad was a hurdle but ruining their friendship was what stopped him from pursuing a relationship with her.
He decided to go let her know Zoey was getting settled and everything was good. Was it an excuse to see her...Yes but what's he gonna do?
He walked toward the garage where he knew she'd be. He heard rap coming from her Mustang and smirked. He liked that song. So, in typical Cortez fashion ,he began to sing the lyrics to get her attention. "So just take me home where the moon is mellow, then roses are grown and M&M's are yellow and the lightbulbs around my mirror don't flicker, Everybody gets a nice autograph picture, one for you and one for your sister, who had to work tonight but is an avid listener. Every songs her favorite song and Mics don't feedback, all the reviewer say you need to go and see that. Then everybody claps cause everybody is pleased and then they all take the stage and start performing for me, like Ha ha ha ha, Haha haha ha, Ha." He sang and grinned. "Sorry. That's my song." He said feigning a sheepish attitude.
He was a Mutant and was very proud. He had 'MnP' tattooed on his left wrist. He'd witnessed the bigotry and hate firsthand himself like many others. His own parents disowned him. He looked down at his baby sister. Sweet kid. They'd abandoned her too or probably would have, had she not run away and he not found her. He probably would have gotten his ass kicked if it weren't for Lina. She had a vision that told him that he was gonna be beaten after his powers were discovered at a poetry slam. It was a pity. That particular poem he truely felt, which was probably why it started to come to life.
Oops.
He looked down at his sister as she looked nervous. Her face was completely blank of expression, which for him was a clear indication that her mind was elsewhere. "Hey, whatsamatter, Twerp?" He asked her and she snapped out of her thoughts and glared at him.
"Must you?" the 10 year old asked with a huff.
"Yes, but that's neither here nor there. What's up?"
He asked, actually concerned. She looked back at the crowd slowly dispersing. "It's just...There's alot more of them-"
"Us." Cortez corrected.
Zoey looked down. "There's alot more of us then I thought." She said. Cortez sighed and knelt down to speak face to face, placing his hands on her tiny shoulders. "Z. Look. You have nothing to be worried about. You're safer here, then with Mom or Dad or anywhere else." He said softly. She sighed. "I know it's just...I don't know..." She said and Cortez rose and scooped her up into a hug. "Look, I know you're not use to being a mutant yet but here. You're not a mutant, You're just Zoey Craven. Cortez's little sister. Although living in my shadow is probably way worse then being with the Normies." He said with a chuckle and she smiled. "You're a dork, you know that?" She said with a laugh. "Ehh. I've been told a few times." He said with a shrug and a goofy grin.
"Hey, why don't you go and get settled in?" He said and set her down. She smiled up at him and looked back at the stage. "You wanna see Professor Zee, don't you?" He asked and she smiled sheepishly. "You know, She doesn't say much aside from the fact that she's a little too old for you." He said and Zoey's eyes widen and she smacked him. "Hey. I don't judge. I mean hell, If she weren't married and couldn't kick my ass from here to Wakanda then yea. I'd feel her too." He said and Zoey just scoffed. "It's a wonder, we come from the same gene pool." She said and walked off. Cortez grinned. He knew him teasing her would take her mind off of leaving Chicago. It wasn't that long ago that Lina practically threatened to kill him if he didn't bring his ass. He wasn't going to because it was too far from Zoey but she was convincing and by convincing, it meant she told him she'd tell her dad.
Cortez wanted no parts of him which was probably why he hadn't asked her out yet. He'd been wanting to for a while now but...Mr. Howlett...not a man to be trifled with and though he had no real reason to fear him as he would respect his daughter -he already did- he just didn't want the man breaking him in half for going any further then first base with her. Cortez decided to keep it friendly. On top of that, She was his best friend. She kinda saved his ass and helped him get in the school and helped him get out to look after Zoey. So naturally he held strong feelings for her. Her dad was a hurdle but ruining their friendship was what stopped him from pursuing a relationship with her.
He decided to go let her know Zoey was getting settled and everything was good. Was it an excuse to see her...Yes but what's he gonna do?
He walked toward the garage where he knew she'd be. He heard rap coming from her Mustang and smirked. He liked that song. So, in typical Cortez fashion ,he began to sing the lyrics to get her attention. "So just take me home where the moon is mellow, then roses are grown and M&M's are yellow and the lightbulbs around my mirror don't flicker, Everybody gets a nice autograph picture, one for you and one for your sister, who had to work tonight but is an avid listener. Every songs her favorite song and Mics don't feedback, all the reviewer say you need to go and see that. Then everybody claps cause everybody is pleased and then they all take the stage and start performing for me, like Ha ha ha ha, Haha haha ha, Ha." He sang and grinned. "Sorry. That's my song." He said feigning a sheepish attitude.
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"Hmm?" Lina looked up with a dimpled smile to see Cortez, offering a light wave with greasy, blackened hands. Cortez was a sweety even though he was spoiled - Lina had been rather taken by him for a while, though she was far too shy to say anything to him. Cataleia was always dropping hints for Cortez or training Lina how to interact with people she fancies. The results were always disastrous. Lina really just wasn't a people person. Even when she was working at Stark tower, Tony and Pepper had given her an entire floor to invent, build, and research. The only people she worked alongside comfortably were Tony, Pepper, Melody, Bruce, Benjamin, her brother, her father, Cataleia, Peter, and Zalika.
She wiped her hands on her jeans and grabbed her gloves, putting them on. Her power was one that generally required her to touch people or things to work in most cases, but after practice, she was able to touch inanimate objects with her hands without triggering a vision. She hated having to wear sweaters, jackets, gloves, and pants all the time in public because even the slightest brush against someone would trigger a vision if their skin contacted people. So she didn't really hug people, nor did she kiss, and rarely did she hold hands. It wasn't that she didn't want to. She just didn't like the emotional overload that came with the visions.
She turned back to her car with a smile. "I just fitted her with a new arc cannon. I'm working on a tractor beam. Whadaya think?" Her accent was lightly Italian, her voice soft as she reached into her car, tinkering with the engine.
Back in the lobby, Cataleia was laughing softly in a small circle or friends and new people as they all exchanged funny stories. A boy named Justin was just telling everyone how his ex best friend tried to hit on a girl, but Justin possessed his mind and made him tell the girl that he had herpes and a bad case of the clap for the fifteenth time in the past two months. Fucking hilarious!
Cataleia's face was as red as a cherry as she gasped for air. The dark-haired boy was smirking in victory as everyone turned red and guffawed like a pack of rapid hyenas. Cataleia's laughter was cut short as she felt arms around her waist pulling her into the empty hallway behind her. She inhaled deeply, filling her nostrils with the scent of Antonio Banderas Spirit cologne, Downy, and the light hint of grease. It was her...what was he to her? They dated on and off before and they slept together sometimes, but...she wouldn't say that he was her boyfriend or her lover. Silas was her best friend.
With benefits.
She.turned around in his arms and wrapped him.in a tight hug, basking in his scent. "That was the shortest speech I have ever heard." He looked down with those big chocolate orbs that were filled with adoration. Silas loved Cataleia with every fiber of his being; even though she was a century younger than him. He was enraptured by her beauty and her leadership. Plus the sex was great. She smiled up at him and chuckled. "But inspiring. And that's what matters."
"I thought it was great." Buck Rogers had come down the hallway, smiling softly as Cataleia gently pushed herself from Silas' arms to give Buck a tight hug. "Hey! What are you doing here?" Buck held her tightly, rubbing her back. "Your dad sent me. Benjamin should be here shortly. Aliyah is on mission with her parents." Buck had been sent specifically to guard Cataleia - And he sure as hell wasn't complaining. Cataleia ignored the possessive growl coming from Silas behind her. "Yes, because I need some big, strong man to protect me." She didn't mean for it to sound as bitchy as it had come out, but she wasn't pleased with her father sending body guards. She was Agent of the year five years in a row! She could handle her own.
Before Buck could explain, she was gone, storming up to her room to have a serious talk with her father. Buck and Silas were left to stare down before aggressively pushing past each other to go mingle.
Above everyone was a young man with dusty blonde hair, sitting with perfect balance on the chandelier, scanning the crowd for his aunt. His gleaming yellow eyes were soul-piercing and filled with loathing. All these people were here because of humans. Not his mother. Filthy, disgusting, stupid humans. He glared mostly at Buck - To Markus, he was just a lab rat. Like his goody-goody dad. Captain America. Pfft. Buck didn't belong here.
He watched closely as the African Princess strode about, keeping the order as people got their fill of food, got their room assignments, and slowly began to disperse. He looked away in disgust as the LeBeau boy sent a blush across the cheeks of an older blonde male. "Fucking queers." He hissed under his breath.
She wiped her hands on her jeans and grabbed her gloves, putting them on. Her power was one that generally required her to touch people or things to work in most cases, but after practice, she was able to touch inanimate objects with her hands without triggering a vision. She hated having to wear sweaters, jackets, gloves, and pants all the time in public because even the slightest brush against someone would trigger a vision if their skin contacted people. So she didn't really hug people, nor did she kiss, and rarely did she hold hands. It wasn't that she didn't want to. She just didn't like the emotional overload that came with the visions.
She turned back to her car with a smile. "I just fitted her with a new arc cannon. I'm working on a tractor beam. Whadaya think?" Her accent was lightly Italian, her voice soft as she reached into her car, tinkering with the engine.
Back in the lobby, Cataleia was laughing softly in a small circle or friends and new people as they all exchanged funny stories. A boy named Justin was just telling everyone how his ex best friend tried to hit on a girl, but Justin possessed his mind and made him tell the girl that he had herpes and a bad case of the clap for the fifteenth time in the past two months. Fucking hilarious!
Cataleia's face was as red as a cherry as she gasped for air. The dark-haired boy was smirking in victory as everyone turned red and guffawed like a pack of rapid hyenas. Cataleia's laughter was cut short as she felt arms around her waist pulling her into the empty hallway behind her. She inhaled deeply, filling her nostrils with the scent of Antonio Banderas Spirit cologne, Downy, and the light hint of grease. It was her...what was he to her? They dated on and off before and they slept together sometimes, but...she wouldn't say that he was her boyfriend or her lover. Silas was her best friend.
With benefits.
She.turned around in his arms and wrapped him.in a tight hug, basking in his scent. "That was the shortest speech I have ever heard." He looked down with those big chocolate orbs that were filled with adoration. Silas loved Cataleia with every fiber of his being; even though she was a century younger than him. He was enraptured by her beauty and her leadership. Plus the sex was great. She smiled up at him and chuckled. "But inspiring. And that's what matters."
"I thought it was great." Buck Rogers had come down the hallway, smiling softly as Cataleia gently pushed herself from Silas' arms to give Buck a tight hug. "Hey! What are you doing here?" Buck held her tightly, rubbing her back. "Your dad sent me. Benjamin should be here shortly. Aliyah is on mission with her parents." Buck had been sent specifically to guard Cataleia - And he sure as hell wasn't complaining. Cataleia ignored the possessive growl coming from Silas behind her. "Yes, because I need some big, strong man to protect me." She didn't mean for it to sound as bitchy as it had come out, but she wasn't pleased with her father sending body guards. She was Agent of the year five years in a row! She could handle her own.
Before Buck could explain, she was gone, storming up to her room to have a serious talk with her father. Buck and Silas were left to stare down before aggressively pushing past each other to go mingle.
Above everyone was a young man with dusty blonde hair, sitting with perfect balance on the chandelier, scanning the crowd for his aunt. His gleaming yellow eyes were soul-piercing and filled with loathing. All these people were here because of humans. Not his mother. Filthy, disgusting, stupid humans. He glared mostly at Buck - To Markus, he was just a lab rat. Like his goody-goody dad. Captain America. Pfft. Buck didn't belong here.
He watched closely as the African Princess strode about, keeping the order as people got their fill of food, got their room assignments, and slowly began to disperse. He looked away in disgust as the LeBeau boy sent a blush across the cheeks of an older blonde male. "Fucking queers." He hissed under his breath.
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Cortez grinned. He wasn't particularly good with those things. So he had a vague idea of what she was talking about. "Uh," He said with a laughed. "That's cool...though, to be honest I have very little clue as to what that does but It's really cool that you do." He said and felt a little blow to his male ego. Though Cortez was all male, he was a gentler one. Not that he wouldn't stand up for himself or fight back if need be. He just wasn't particularly good with his hands...there were girls who would object to that but that's beside the point.
He walked up to her. Keeping a respectable distance, he knew she wasn't really comfortable around people. It was a shame really. she was awfully cute. Not just attractive but cute in an 'D'aww' sort of way. She was likeable and sweet. But unfortunately she was a child of circumstance...Victim was probably a better term, her life experience -coupled with her ability- made her anti-social and closed off. He hoped one day she would open to. More specifically, he hoped he could be the one she'd open up to.
"Uh, Could you maybe explain to me what that means?"
Zoey found the White Haired Princess, walking around and quickened her pace to catch up to her. She tugged on her arm but pulled away quickly. Child-like habits die hard.
"Sorry, Uh..." She said. "I'm Zoey. I'm new. I uh...well..." She stammered. She wasn't sure how the Princess would take it Zoey wanting to get close to her seeing as she was the only African -Zoey was only half but still- around. Zoey felt a kinship in that. She wanted her to be some what of a mother figure. As strange as that sounded. "Um...Is it, uh. Okay if maybe...you could...um..."She sighed. "Be like um...someone I could talk to?...It's weird I know but, You are...we are....Ugh. Nevermind. Sorry to bother you." She said nervously dropping her head. She was never this nervous but this woman's presence was something else. It drew Zoey in. Something about her made Zoey want to follow. That and Zoey's childlike subconscious liked that fact that she was an actual princess.
He walked up to her. Keeping a respectable distance, he knew she wasn't really comfortable around people. It was a shame really. she was awfully cute. Not just attractive but cute in an 'D'aww' sort of way. She was likeable and sweet. But unfortunately she was a child of circumstance...Victim was probably a better term, her life experience -coupled with her ability- made her anti-social and closed off. He hoped one day she would open to. More specifically, he hoped he could be the one she'd open up to.
"Uh, Could you maybe explain to me what that means?"
Zoey found the White Haired Princess, walking around and quickened her pace to catch up to her. She tugged on her arm but pulled away quickly. Child-like habits die hard.
"Sorry, Uh..." She said. "I'm Zoey. I'm new. I uh...well..." She stammered. She wasn't sure how the Princess would take it Zoey wanting to get close to her seeing as she was the only African -Zoey was only half but still- around. Zoey felt a kinship in that. She wanted her to be some what of a mother figure. As strange as that sounded. "Um...Is it, uh. Okay if maybe...you could...um..."She sighed. "Be like um...someone I could talk to?...It's weird I know but, You are...we are....Ugh. Nevermind. Sorry to bother you." She said nervously dropping her head. She was never this nervous but this woman's presence was something else. It drew Zoey in. Something about her made Zoey want to follow. That and Zoey's childlike subconscious liked that fact that she was an actual princess.
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Florence
Florence sat by herself as she listened to Cateleia's little speech. Well, she didn't listen very closely but she did catch a few things from the woman. And once it was over she clapped, but not very loudly. Not compared to the other mutants in the room. She could feel the emotions in the room mostly consisting happiness, pride, and joy. It actually started to hurt her head with how many of them were feeling the same exact thing. And, there wasn't one person in the room that was sad at the time. Unless they were crying tears of joys. Her? She was happy but, apathy also was in her as well. She was proud to be a mutant, she truly was but it was because of her "gift" that got her kicked out of her house and made her live on the streets. That's where she found her actually family, sure it may have been a gang but they were just like her. They all got kicked out of their homes because of their powers but then they found the gang. They were just like a family and for eight years it was. Until the raid. That raid was easily the worst day of her life. She had to hide as she watched her family and best friends be killed. She felt like a coward. She should have fought back, and she died at least they would die together. But, no, she hid like a child and she felt ashamed since. "I miss you guys."
After that she had nowhere to go. So, she decided to come to Xavier where she knew that she would be protected from any humans who might want to try and kill her. She had been here only a couple months and she chose to go a bit unseen. Not many people actually knew anything about her other than her first name and her power. She wanted to keep it that way. She watched as everyone walked out and went their seperate ways and after everyone exited to large room. She got up from her seat and grabbed her small bag that she on the floor next to her foot, putting the strap around her shoulder before walking out. She looked and made sure she had everything in her bag as before, a pad of plain paper, her black pens, and her colored markers that she used to draw on the palms of her hands. Florence walked out of the room with her black sneakers hitting the floor and she decided to just go walk around, see what she could find.
She started to walked past the garage and before hearing talking from the other side. If she was nosey person she would have went inside or tried to get inside but, no. She has more maturity than that. She walked a bit more and took a seat on the floor with a smirk on her face. She just wanted to be somewhere quiet but now she wanted to be able to see who was in the room. She took out her paper and three black pens before she started to work on a drawing she's had seen two weeks ago. Looking at it for the first time people, mostly little Miss. Sunshine, Melody Stark thought it was a bit disturbing. But, Flor didnt draw to please. She drew because it was the one place she didn't give a damn bout what people thought.
Melody
Melody sat up straight as their leader spoke. She her infamous bright smile on her face that she got from her father. Her legs were crossed as she listened closely to Catelina and once she was done, Melly clapped and cheered just like everyone else in the room, well almost everyone except little Miss. Downer who decided to stay in her seat and clap. She looked over and saw Cortez and his little sister, oey clapping as well. She knew that Cor was proud to be a mutant which made her like his attitude. Melody looked back towards the group of people she was with and watched as the exited the room, following close behind the small group of young adults with a technology based power as well. She luckly had no problems making friend but she didn't know if they were real friends or if they wanted to learn more about her family. Either way, she didn't care, she had friends didn't she?
The small group consisting of two girls and three guys, decided they wanted to go to the lobby just to talk to each other and see what they could do with their powers. She shook her head and told them how she wanted to go back to her room and listen to some new music she got. One of the guys who caught her eye once coming to Xaiver, Jonah nudged her alittle as he looked at her with dark brown eyes with a small smile on his face "Yea, come on, Melly have a little social time. You can listen to music in the night." Melody smiled at her little puppy crush and the rest of a group and sighed. "Ok, ok. Fine." She said as she nudged Jonah back as hard as she could but, with how small and petite she was it wasn't very hard. Jonah put an arm around the red head girl with a smile on his face as he put his other hand through his matching dark brown hair.
The group walked into the lobby and took a couple seat all in a circle as they began to talk. "Look it's our fearless leader." One of the other girls name Sunny said as she slipped a piece of her fine black hair behind her ear. Sunny was easily one of the most attractive girls, Melody has seen in her life. She was around 5'9 and looked like that perfect Asian model her mother was. She was also one of the sassiest people too. The only thing is that Sunny didn't really like being at Xavier sometimes. Seeing that she was a trust fund baby. Melody turned her body towards the other louder group to see Catelina and Silas along with a couple of their friends. She smiled at the girl before returning her attention back to Jonah and her own group.
Florence sat by herself as she listened to Cateleia's little speech. Well, she didn't listen very closely but she did catch a few things from the woman. And once it was over she clapped, but not very loudly. Not compared to the other mutants in the room. She could feel the emotions in the room mostly consisting happiness, pride, and joy. It actually started to hurt her head with how many of them were feeling the same exact thing. And, there wasn't one person in the room that was sad at the time. Unless they were crying tears of joys. Her? She was happy but, apathy also was in her as well. She was proud to be a mutant, she truly was but it was because of her "gift" that got her kicked out of her house and made her live on the streets. That's where she found her actually family, sure it may have been a gang but they were just like her. They all got kicked out of their homes because of their powers but then they found the gang. They were just like a family and for eight years it was. Until the raid. That raid was easily the worst day of her life. She had to hide as she watched her family and best friends be killed. She felt like a coward. She should have fought back, and she died at least they would die together. But, no, she hid like a child and she felt ashamed since. "I miss you guys."
After that she had nowhere to go. So, she decided to come to Xavier where she knew that she would be protected from any humans who might want to try and kill her. She had been here only a couple months and she chose to go a bit unseen. Not many people actually knew anything about her other than her first name and her power. She wanted to keep it that way. She watched as everyone walked out and went their seperate ways and after everyone exited to large room. She got up from her seat and grabbed her small bag that she on the floor next to her foot, putting the strap around her shoulder before walking out. She looked and made sure she had everything in her bag as before, a pad of plain paper, her black pens, and her colored markers that she used to draw on the palms of her hands. Florence walked out of the room with her black sneakers hitting the floor and she decided to just go walk around, see what she could find.
She started to walked past the garage and before hearing talking from the other side. If she was nosey person she would have went inside or tried to get inside but, no. She has more maturity than that. She walked a bit more and took a seat on the floor with a smirk on her face. She just wanted to be somewhere quiet but now she wanted to be able to see who was in the room. She took out her paper and three black pens before she started to work on a drawing she's had seen two weeks ago. Looking at it for the first time people, mostly little Miss. Sunshine, Melody Stark thought it was a bit disturbing. But, Flor didnt draw to please. She drew because it was the one place she didn't give a damn bout what people thought.
Melody
Melody sat up straight as their leader spoke. She her infamous bright smile on her face that she got from her father. Her legs were crossed as she listened closely to Catelina and once she was done, Melly clapped and cheered just like everyone else in the room, well almost everyone except little Miss. Downer who decided to stay in her seat and clap. She looked over and saw Cortez and his little sister, oey clapping as well. She knew that Cor was proud to be a mutant which made her like his attitude. Melody looked back towards the group of people she was with and watched as the exited the room, following close behind the small group of young adults with a technology based power as well. She luckly had no problems making friend but she didn't know if they were real friends or if they wanted to learn more about her family. Either way, she didn't care, she had friends didn't she?
The small group consisting of two girls and three guys, decided they wanted to go to the lobby just to talk to each other and see what they could do with their powers. She shook her head and told them how she wanted to go back to her room and listen to some new music she got. One of the guys who caught her eye once coming to Xaiver, Jonah nudged her alittle as he looked at her with dark brown eyes with a small smile on his face "Yea, come on, Melly have a little social time. You can listen to music in the night." Melody smiled at her little puppy crush and the rest of a group and sighed. "Ok, ok. Fine." She said as she nudged Jonah back as hard as she could but, with how small and petite she was it wasn't very hard. Jonah put an arm around the red head girl with a smile on his face as he put his other hand through his matching dark brown hair.
The group walked into the lobby and took a couple seat all in a circle as they began to talk. "Look it's our fearless leader." One of the other girls name Sunny said as she slipped a piece of her fine black hair behind her ear. Sunny was easily one of the most attractive girls, Melody has seen in her life. She was around 5'9 and looked like that perfect Asian model her mother was. She was also one of the sassiest people too. The only thing is that Sunny didn't really like being at Xavier sometimes. Seeing that she was a trust fund baby. Melody turned her body towards the other louder group to see Catelina and Silas along with a couple of their friends. She smiled at the girl before returning her attention back to Jonah and her own group.
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"Well, simply put. The Arc Cannon is a giant plasma laser powered by a small arc reactor. The Tractor Beam moves things through gravity manipulation." She shrugged a little, used to people not understanding what she was talking about even in normal conversation. She often spoke crypticly I'm riddles, though is was mostly due to erratic visions. She smiled faintly at Cortez with a shrug and began to explain how it was possible to fit such weapons on the vehicles. "I have Zee's husband help out with manipulating the metal where I need to put in the weapons and then I make the weapons extremely....collapsible to fit them in there. I use a lot of nanomites." She was fidgeting and looking down as she explained, her face as red as her hair. Not because of the chat - But because her brother was walking up behind Cortez. "What's going on here?"
Zalika looked down at the little girl that was stammering about something. Her husband's arm around her, she listened carefully before speaking in a thick African accent. "Speak up. What do you require?"
Zalika looked down at the little girl that was stammering about something. Her husband's arm around her, she listened carefully before speaking in a thick African accent. "Speak up. What do you require?"
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Zoey looked up as Zalika spoke. Spit it out, Stupid. She baraided herself mentally. She sighed heavily. She wasn't used to being so nervous. She wasn't one for holding back either. She took a quick breath. She wanted a mother figure, a mentor. She knew what she wanted and she was gonna get it.
She looked the Princess in her eyes. "I'd like to become your apprentice." She stated, her eyes unwavering. "It's a strange request, I'm aware but...I believe you could help me." She said. Zoey had the makings of a great public speaker in her but she lacked the power to control a crowd. The pull that she felt from Zalika. She wanted that ability. Zalika had a regal aire about her -aside from being royal-. Zoey wanted that.
"I lack that presence you do when you around others. You make me want to follow you. I want to be able to do that too. Maybe if I learn, then I can help stop that hatred that plagues us all." She said. Her eyes never leaving hers. "My mother and father abandoned my brother. They hardly knew what to do with me, they pushed me into acting so they didn't have to worry about me and make money at the same time. Then when I found that I was a mutant too. The look on their faces..." Zoey closed her eyes and clenched her fists. "They didn't want to even look at me. I tried to explain that me and Cortez, that we were still us but...they didn't want to listen." She said and looked up again, her eyes glossed a bit from tears she didn't let fall. "But if I can gain the same pull that you do. That same leadership aire that you have. Then maybe I could make them look at me. Maybe I could get them and others to listen." She said. "Please, Princess Zalika. Will you teach me how to be like you?"
Cortez nodded. "Ah Cool" He said as Lina spoke. She looked so nervous suddenly. He wondered then if Lina maybe liked him. She was always a bit nervous but not really when she was going on about cars and bikes and things he had no hopes of every understanding. She was right at home. So what made her blush so hard. He hadn't said anything? Did he?
Suddenly a deep rumbling voice came from behind him and made her hair stand on end. "Whoa!" He stiffened some and then turned. He turned to see her brother standing before him. He relaxed. "Jesus man, You scared the crap out of me." He said dramatically catching his breath. He laughed. Now he knew why she got so nervous. Well sorta. Her brother was just as protective of her and Cortez was of Zoey so he could see why though Cortez didn't say or do anything to give her cause for worry. In Fact, He had nothing to fear from her brother. He was a large man and like his father was not to be trifled with but Cortez wasn't flirting. In fact, he was just coming to talk to his friend...who he happened to like...but that was neither here nor there. "Lina here was trying to explain this all to me because I'm a poetry nerd and haven't the slightest idea what the hell half this stuff is" He said with a laugh. That was a defense mechanism for Cortez, making fun of himself when he felt intimidated. Honestly, Cortez felt a little useless. His powers weren't all that spectacular. He couldn't control the weather, heal himself, stick to walls. None of that. He could simply read a book...and not that well. He was dyslexic after all. "Anywho, What's up, man. How's it hanging?"
She looked the Princess in her eyes. "I'd like to become your apprentice." She stated, her eyes unwavering. "It's a strange request, I'm aware but...I believe you could help me." She said. Zoey had the makings of a great public speaker in her but she lacked the power to control a crowd. The pull that she felt from Zalika. She wanted that ability. Zalika had a regal aire about her -aside from being royal-. Zoey wanted that.
"I lack that presence you do when you around others. You make me want to follow you. I want to be able to do that too. Maybe if I learn, then I can help stop that hatred that plagues us all." She said. Her eyes never leaving hers. "My mother and father abandoned my brother. They hardly knew what to do with me, they pushed me into acting so they didn't have to worry about me and make money at the same time. Then when I found that I was a mutant too. The look on their faces..." Zoey closed her eyes and clenched her fists. "They didn't want to even look at me. I tried to explain that me and Cortez, that we were still us but...they didn't want to listen." She said and looked up again, her eyes glossed a bit from tears she didn't let fall. "But if I can gain the same pull that you do. That same leadership aire that you have. Then maybe I could make them look at me. Maybe I could get them and others to listen." She said. "Please, Princess Zalika. Will you teach me how to be like you?"
Cortez nodded. "Ah Cool" He said as Lina spoke. She looked so nervous suddenly. He wondered then if Lina maybe liked him. She was always a bit nervous but not really when she was going on about cars and bikes and things he had no hopes of every understanding. She was right at home. So what made her blush so hard. He hadn't said anything? Did he?
Suddenly a deep rumbling voice came from behind him and made her hair stand on end. "Whoa!" He stiffened some and then turned. He turned to see her brother standing before him. He relaxed. "Jesus man, You scared the crap out of me." He said dramatically catching his breath. He laughed. Now he knew why she got so nervous. Well sorta. Her brother was just as protective of her and Cortez was of Zoey so he could see why though Cortez didn't say or do anything to give her cause for worry. In Fact, He had nothing to fear from her brother. He was a large man and like his father was not to be trifled with but Cortez wasn't flirting. In fact, he was just coming to talk to his friend...who he happened to like...but that was neither here nor there. "Lina here was trying to explain this all to me because I'm a poetry nerd and haven't the slightest idea what the hell half this stuff is" He said with a laugh. That was a defense mechanism for Cortez, making fun of himself when he felt intimidated. Honestly, Cortez felt a little useless. His powers weren't all that spectacular. He couldn't control the weather, heal himself, stick to walls. None of that. He could simply read a book...and not that well. He was dyslexic after all. "Anywho, What's up, man. How's it hanging?"
The setting changes from Lakeview, Texas to 1407 Graymalkin Lane
"You must be joking." Zalika canted her head to the left before squatting down so that she was eye level with the child. She flicked the dark panther ears that replaced the ears that used to be on the side of her head. "People fear me. They are wary and try their best to avoid me. I am not outgoing nor am I a kind woman. I am harsh and judgemental. I hit children your age when they misbehave. I have pulled guns on them just for getting on my nerves. Is this what you want? To grow to be silent and hateful? For others to listen mostly out of fear? I care not whether people like me - Only that they respect and fear me. It is fear that prevents mutiny. You want a better mentor for leading? Go to Cataleia. You want a mother? Go to Cataleia. You want to learn more about your powers? Go to Orfelina. I don't have the patience to play mommy right now. How do I know you're strong enough to be worth my time? I have little patience for childlike attitudes. You are not the first to ask - What makes you so special? Why me?"
Zalika grilled the girl like she was a fish. She wasn't one that was known for kindness or patience. It was rare that either of those virtues were expressed towards anyone that she didn't grow up with. She looked the girl right in her eyes, her own strangely mystic blue and green ones smoldering. "You can lead with love or fear. What is your choice?"
Cataleia waved absent-mindedly to Melody on her way back downstairs, heatedly spouting Portuguese at her father on the phone, heading outdoors with Buck close behind. Markus watched from above before dropping from his perch and landing with acrobatic grace, startling those who didn't see him. He snarled at them before disappearing in a cloud of orange smoke. He reappeared near the garages in a tree adjacent to where Florence was drawing. He watched with a canted head, his yellow-orange eyes gleaming with devilish mischief.
Silas ignored Cortez, roughly brushing past the boy to his sister. The two shared a long and tight hug, whispering to each other in a language that seemed to be a mix of some Native American, Italian, and French. Silas then held his sister at arm's length, smiling fondly before kissing the top of her head. Turning to leave, he regarded Cortez with a cold and hateful stare, baring fangs and growling before shoving past him again. Silas and Orfelina had a very close bond and they had both literally killed to protect each other from any and all harm - Physical, mental, and emotional. Silas didn't like the way Cortez's pheromones spiked when he saw Lina. It made him want to incinerate the kid.
He stepped back outside, not pausing as he spoke. "It's rude to eavesdrop, Florence. Nor is it polite to spy, Markus." He had smelt them both, not needing to look to know where they were. He ran his fingers through his black hair as he went on.
Julio winked and waved as the older man headed to bed. He learned that his name was Oliver and he was recently divorced. The Brazilian-Cajun chuckled, slinking his way over to Melody and her group of techies. "Hey. Guys." He wasn't the best English speaker and had only began to learn seven months ago how to speak it.
Zalika grilled the girl like she was a fish. She wasn't one that was known for kindness or patience. It was rare that either of those virtues were expressed towards anyone that she didn't grow up with. She looked the girl right in her eyes, her own strangely mystic blue and green ones smoldering. "You can lead with love or fear. What is your choice?"
Cataleia waved absent-mindedly to Melody on her way back downstairs, heatedly spouting Portuguese at her father on the phone, heading outdoors with Buck close behind. Markus watched from above before dropping from his perch and landing with acrobatic grace, startling those who didn't see him. He snarled at them before disappearing in a cloud of orange smoke. He reappeared near the garages in a tree adjacent to where Florence was drawing. He watched with a canted head, his yellow-orange eyes gleaming with devilish mischief.
Silas ignored Cortez, roughly brushing past the boy to his sister. The two shared a long and tight hug, whispering to each other in a language that seemed to be a mix of some Native American, Italian, and French. Silas then held his sister at arm's length, smiling fondly before kissing the top of her head. Turning to leave, he regarded Cortez with a cold and hateful stare, baring fangs and growling before shoving past him again. Silas and Orfelina had a very close bond and they had both literally killed to protect each other from any and all harm - Physical, mental, and emotional. Silas didn't like the way Cortez's pheromones spiked when he saw Lina. It made him want to incinerate the kid.
He stepped back outside, not pausing as he spoke. "It's rude to eavesdrop, Florence. Nor is it polite to spy, Markus." He had smelt them both, not needing to look to know where they were. He ran his fingers through his black hair as he went on.
Julio winked and waved as the older man headed to bed. He learned that his name was Oliver and he was recently divorced. The Brazilian-Cajun chuckled, slinking his way over to Melody and her group of techies. "Hey. Guys." He wasn't the best English speaker and had only began to learn seven months ago how to speak it.
The setting changes from 1407 Graymalkin Lane to Lakeview, Texas
Zoey listened to Zalika. She didn't flinch when she snapped at her. Her eyes never moved from hers. She just listened to the Princess as she spoke. Absorbing what she said. Zoey began to think. It was true that Zalika was scary but maybe that's what drawn her to her. For Zoey , she said it this way.
If she really didn't like her she could have simply ignored her. If she were truly feared the way she said, she would not be married lest her husband was either seriously whipped or twisted in his own right. No. Zalika probably wanted to be that way and therefore push people away and it would work on most people. Say for someone light hearted and naive like Cortez would have stammered but No. Not Zoey. She was young but she was mature and not only that.
She liked a challenge.
Princess Zalika was definitely that and she would be her mentor.
One way or another. If child like tactics didn't work, which for Zoey, it usually did. She'd find some way to get her way. Some would call that spoiled. Maybe she was but Zoey didn't care for labels.
Throwing away her child like act of stammering and begging for empathy. Zoey's entire presence changed. From then on, Zoey treated this conversation like a chess match. Which Zoey took a little pride in. She got Zalika's attention. Not only that, She got her to talk to her, tell her what she liked and didn't and she'd given her a choice. She'd fallen for Zoey's gambit and now Zoey had the advantage.
Zoey's eyes never left Zalika's. βI didn't ask for a mother. I asked for a mentor.β She said, playing toward Zalika's wanting of respect. βI prefer fear.β She said simply. She knew this next play was a dangerous one. This would either get her killed or exactly want she wanted. Either way. She'd have Zalika's undivided attention.
βAs for my abilities. I believe that is for you to decide.β She said and touched her hands to Zalika's arm. The world around them shifted and they were standing in Zoey's old bed room. β You may shoot me for this, but, I figured. Anything worth doing is worth overdoing.β She said feigning humility. She smiled at the Princess.
Cortez looked at Silas. βO-Kay, Hello to you too.β He said rubbing the back of his neck. β Anyway, Lina, I just wanted to let you know Zoey's sa-β It was then he felt a pulse. He had a strange connection to Zoey and he could tell when something wasn't right. It wasn't like he was knew if she was in trouble and it wasn't like he knew anything specific. He just knew something wasn't right. She was up to something. Zoey could be scary sometimes. He sighed. Ah...Zoey...What the hell? He thought. β Uh, Sorry. Safe. Is what I was going to say. If you wanted to finally meet her.β he said with a shrug. She and Zoey hadn' t met yet. Cortez would talk non-stop about them to each other them, so it was about time they met.
If she really didn't like her she could have simply ignored her. If she were truly feared the way she said, she would not be married lest her husband was either seriously whipped or twisted in his own right. No. Zalika probably wanted to be that way and therefore push people away and it would work on most people. Say for someone light hearted and naive like Cortez would have stammered but No. Not Zoey. She was young but she was mature and not only that.
She liked a challenge.
Princess Zalika was definitely that and she would be her mentor.
One way or another. If child like tactics didn't work, which for Zoey, it usually did. She'd find some way to get her way. Some would call that spoiled. Maybe she was but Zoey didn't care for labels.
Throwing away her child like act of stammering and begging for empathy. Zoey's entire presence changed. From then on, Zoey treated this conversation like a chess match. Which Zoey took a little pride in. She got Zalika's attention. Not only that, She got her to talk to her, tell her what she liked and didn't and she'd given her a choice. She'd fallen for Zoey's gambit and now Zoey had the advantage.
Zoey's eyes never left Zalika's. βI didn't ask for a mother. I asked for a mentor.β She said, playing toward Zalika's wanting of respect. βI prefer fear.β She said simply. She knew this next play was a dangerous one. This would either get her killed or exactly want she wanted. Either way. She'd have Zalika's undivided attention.
βAs for my abilities. I believe that is for you to decide.β She said and touched her hands to Zalika's arm. The world around them shifted and they were standing in Zoey's old bed room. β You may shoot me for this, but, I figured. Anything worth doing is worth overdoing.β She said feigning humility. She smiled at the Princess.
Cortez looked at Silas. βO-Kay, Hello to you too.β He said rubbing the back of his neck. β Anyway, Lina, I just wanted to let you know Zoey's sa-β It was then he felt a pulse. He had a strange connection to Zoey and he could tell when something wasn't right. It wasn't like he was knew if she was in trouble and it wasn't like he knew anything specific. He just knew something wasn't right. She was up to something. Zoey could be scary sometimes. He sighed. Ah...Zoey...What the hell? He thought. β Uh, Sorry. Safe. Is what I was going to say. If you wanted to finally meet her.β he said with a shrug. She and Zoey hadn' t met yet. Cortez would talk non-stop about them to each other them, so it was about time they met.
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