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X-men: Xavier and Magneto Unite

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a part of X-men: Xavier and Magneto Unite, by masato22.

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this roleplay is based on the marvel series x-men. the x-men are a superhero team in the marvel comics universe. they were created by writer stan lee and artist jack kirby, and first appeared in the x-men #1 (september 1963).

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Ryan Legrand (Leviathan) [192] "Come on now, I'm not a scary guy, I'm just a little different is all."
Jonathan Moore [184] My curse is a lot worse than you think...
Memory Ashcroft [176] If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.
Professor Charles Xavier [164] "You'll always find a friend in the X-men"
Vincent Xavier (Psionic) [162] "My ability lies within an iron clad will."
Cara Black (Shadowdancer) [149] Don't be scared of the dark. Be scared of what's in it.
Kyle Jean- Claude (Marvel) [139] "I'll show you a 'love tap'!"
Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto) [138] "I am the Master of Magnetism."
Matsuzaka Hideki (Flare) [137] "POP, Flash, Light, Flare!"
Abe Fuyumi (Shadow) [130] "The darkness took me away untouched. I'm untouchable."

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Memory turned to Ryan when he stopped, a confused smile on her face. His smile and touch was welcomed happily. But when he embraced her she could feel something was wrong. Despite her feeling, the smile continued. When he stepped back and began to speak however, that same smile that she had worked so hard to recover began to fade slowly from her face. The first tear brought a small sense of panic to her. She moved forwards slightly, wanting to comfort him, hold him, but the look on his face made her take a step back instead. His next words cut like a knife to her heart.

"I was scared, you know? I didn't want to get in the way, I didn't want to be a hindrance, and I didn't want to make anyone upset. I don't have to worry about that anymore. I'm not a real option to you. I get it. I'm like... a pleasant distraction, something to keep you busy. You didn't have to beat around the bush with me. You didn't need to play the flirting game, you didn't need to pretend anything to get close to me. I'm sixteen, not stupid. If this is just a game, then you win, let's not play anymore. I liked you, I really did, I still do."

Memory opened her mouth to protest but couldn't get a word out. She took a moment to pause and regain her composure from Ryan's sudden outburst. Taking a deep breath, she tried again.
"R-Ryan, it's... it's not like tha-" Before the sentence could be finished her hand was pulled up and pressed to his forehead. She was a telepath, when concerning memories, but she couldn't bring herself to send her mind into his. However, after he once again accused her of playing him, she took a shaky, but determined, breath and let her mind slip from herself and drift into his own.

When she opened her eyes she was standing in his corridors, staring at the doors as they flew past, the entire mental world moving and twisting to get her to the room required. She saw and felt everything from his memory in the hall. But before she could do anything else, the floor was once again like a conveyor belt pulling her along to where she needed to go. Whenever it stopped the doors before her burst open revealing everything to her. One minute Ryan was watching her as she walked by, the same feelings he had been feeling now felt by the projection of Memory in his mind, the next minute he was lying in his bed trying to find any way to make her notice him. Ways to impress her. Ways to show her that he was more than just a kid. A crippling sadness washed over her mind. For what felt like hours she couldn't move.

The display of memories went past simple doors and corridors. Images flashed before her eyes when she finally opened them in the real world. Emotions penetrated her mind. The onslaught as every memory he recalled ripped through her brain like a bullet nearly made her cry out in pain. The agony of it tearing through her brain was almost too much. She had felt similar with her ability to see and feel the echoes of memories imprinted on objects. But this was a fusion of her two abilities, picking up his memories with the intensity and ferociousness of the other aspect of her powers.

When he finally let go of her hand, she stumbled back slightly, her knees ready to buckle. The words he spoke didn't even register in her mind. She let her body regain its balance and ability to remain upright before turning her eyes on the now sobbing Ryan. Her breathing was still a little heavy out of both anger and pain. Before she could stop herself a surge of emotion pushed her forward. She pulled his hands away from his face quickly, but gently, then slapped him hard. A pained frown settled on her face as her eyes began to tear up. She watched him like this for a moment, unable to think of anything to say that would sum up what she felt. And so, in a moment of clarity, she pressed her palms against his temples and sent her mind forwards. But, instead of going for his memories, she gripped his mind and dragged him into her own.

She let her projection fade from his mind's view and began to show him memory after memory of all the times she had thought of him, and watched him and tried her hardest to let him in to her life and heart. The floor was a conveyor belt again as it dragged him around her memories. She bombarded him with just as many thoughts, feelings and sounds as he had given her, though without the pain. That was something only she could feel from them overwhelming her thanks to her abilities. He could experience them in her mind, but he'd never get the same kind of effect that another's memories has on her.

Every second her mind was screaming at her, pleading with her, commanding her to stop, to expel him from her mind and locked up the doors within but she resisted. Memory let everything concerning her feelings for Ryan crash into him like a tsunami. Al the questions she had asked herself about how she truly felt, and that realisation that she may just be starting to learn to let people in and love them again all thanks to him. She countered every word about her "playing him" before finally letting him go, severing the connection between their minds. Back in the real world, Memory opened her eyes to Ryan. She wiped away the few tears that had slid down her cheeks and inhaled deeply before speaking.

"This was never a game, Ryan. Not once." Her words were sincere and gentle, but had a sharp edge to them. The held a threat. She dared him to try and claim she had been messing with him this whole time. She hoped he would so she could hit him again. "You weren't being stupid in the hall, but you are now for thinking that you were just some toy for me." The frown on her face continued for a few seconds before fading away to a sad smile. Now he knew how she really felt about him and she waited for him to speak.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Ryan Legrand (Leviathan) Character Portrait: Memory Ashcroft
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As Ryan sat, crying, he heard Memory sit down next to him. Ryan put his hands to his face, covering his eyes. How could he look at her now? How could he look at her gorgeous smile or her beautiful brown eyes without crying? He couldn't. However, that decision was taken from Ryan. Memory pulled his hands away from his face quickly, but gently, then slapped him hard. At that, Ryan sat up, furious. His cheek stung, and his eyes began to water threateningly. He was about to use some very choice words but stopped, mouth hanging open. A pained frown settled on Memory's face and her eyes began to tear up. All anger or sadness that Ryan might have had vanished. The only thing he could feel was pity for Memory, and self-hatred. Sure she had made him cry, but that didn't mean he hated her. Still in love with Memory, Ryan's brain lurched forward lethargically, trying to find words to explain, to apologize for being such an idiot. Finding nothing, the pair sat in silence for a moment, neither able to find words that did their true feelings justice. Just when Ryan had thought that, maybe, he knew what he wanted to say, her hands flew up to his forehead. Confused, and slightly terrified, Ryan sat still as she pressed her palms against his temples. After a brief moment, Ryan felt the touch of her mind. Though her touch was soft, and warm, Ryan could feel intense... bitterness. She was so angry with him, incensed really. However, with a sickening feeling of a hook sinking into his navel, and giving him a strong, upward tug, Memory gripped his mind and dragged him into her own. The feeling of leaving his own body was nauseating at best, but then there was the touch of Memory's mind, reassuring, but still angry. Although he wanted to vomit, Ryan waited patiently. She had something to tell him, something words couldn't express to him.

For a moment, it was dark. Ryan stood in the middle of an empty blackness, seeing nothing, feeling nothing but his own body against the infinite emptiness. Then, slowly, Ryan watched in awe as Memory's consciousness assembled itself around him. First there was Memory herself. She stood in front of him, not smiling, and angry. Ryan shirked away from her. He was scared, and sorry, and sad all at once, but he didn't run. Ryan stood his ground, terrified of what she might do to him here. Though, of the two of them, Ryan was obviously better suited to physical combat, but inside her head, she made all the rules. Memory could crush Ryan's entire mind if she wanted to. The threat was terrifying. However, as the endless hallways doorways erected themselves around Ryan and Memory, Ryan forgot all his fear, and with wide eyed wonder, Ryan gazed at his surroundings, drinking in everything. Ryan didn't my know that a person's Memories were so similar to how the Mansion looked. Either Professor Xavier had done so on purpose, or Memory had chosen to organize her own thoughts this way. Regardless, Ryan smiled as he looked around them. The familiar carpet, the identical wooden panels, all of it just like the Mansion. As Ryan's eyes turned back to Memory she let her projection fade from his mind's view. Suddenly panicked beyond all reason, and equally terrified, Ryan jumped. He tried to scream out her name and look for her, but couldn't. As if being held by a massive hand, Ryan stood stock still, unable to do anything. The floor lurched beneath him, and like a conveyor belt, swung him along, down the corridors, and into the depths of Memory's mind. Just as how he had offered up his memories to her, so too was she showing him memory after memory. Just as he had before, she showed Ryan all the times she had thought of him, and watched him, and tried her hardest to let him in to her life and heart. Ryan's heart pounded painfully in his chest. He felt such sorrow, as if he could never apologize enough, say enough, do enough to ever make up for how much he had hurt her. However, Ryan had little time for pity. Though it had started slowly, Memory had picked up the pace, bombarding him with just as many thoughts, feelings and sounds as he had given her. The experience was overwhelming. Ryan saw and felt everything simultaneously. Had his mind been any weaker, it might have broken. Did he do this to Memory? Could such an experience cause he actual pain? It was like someone was trying to cram a lifetime of emotions and memories within his skull. To someone like Memory, such an experience would be torturous. However, as the tour became faster and faster, Ryan had little time for self-pity and penitent thoughts. Memory let everything concerning her feelings for him crash into Ryan like a tsunami. All the questions she had asked herself about how she truly felt, and that realization that she may just be starting to learn to let people in and love them again all thanks to him. She countered every word about her, "playing him," before finally letting him go, severing the connection between their minds.

Back in the real world, Ryan's eyes snapped open and he nearly fell over, as if he had been physically ejected from Memory's mind. Shocked, confused, and more than a little sick to his stomach, Ryan doubled over, hands at his temples. His head was spinning and he felt like he wanted to throw up, but a single thought kept him in check. "What does this mean?" Ryan asked himself repeatedly. Hearing Memory stir next to him, Ryan ignored his nausea. He sat up, hands in his lap, gazing directly into her eyes. What he would say next, what he would say to Memory right now, would change their relationship forever. He loved her. He loved her so much, and wanted nothing more than to scream it out to the rest of the world, but doing so now would be dreadfully inappropriate. He needed to choose his next words very carefully. As Ryan watched, she wiped away the few tears that had slid down her cheeks, Ryan's heart breaking as her hand collected each drop. Inhaling deeply, Memory's brown eyes locked onto Ryan's. She spoke.

"This was never a game, Ryan. Not once." Her words were sincere and gentle, but had a sharp edge to them. They held a threat. She almost dared him to try and claim she had been messing with him this whole time. Dared him to say something wrong so she could hit him again. "You weren't being stupid in the hall, but you are now for thinking that you were just some toy for me." The frown on her face continued for a few seconds before fading away to a sad smile. Now he knew how she really felt about him and she waited for him to speak. Breathing shakily, still sick to his stomach, now more out of fear than actual nausea, Ryan looked into his lap. He shook his head, bring both hands up from his lap, slapping his cheeks lightly. Ryan looked back to Memory, chewing in his words, making sure that they tasted just right before using them. Another shaky inhale, followed by a shuddering exhale. His voice slightly ragged, Ryan spoke. "You're right. I can see that now." Ryan reached his hand over to hers, taking her hand into both of his. He stared at it as he continued to speak. "I... I'm sorry." Ryan said, almost whispering, eyes tearing up again. "I'm so sorry." He repeated, louder this time tears falling down his face. He continued. "I felt so... insignificant. I love you, I really do. I-I-I have for a while n-now, but you always seemed so far away from me." Ryan explained, trying not to make her angry with him any more. "First it was my scales, but then that didn't matter." He chuckled sadly, "that time you kissed my cheek before I brought you back to school, I thought steam was coming out my ears." He blushed, voice still shaking, but he continued. "Then it was because I was younger than you, but that didn't matter either. That's when I started to notice it. You never say much, but it means much more than a few paltry words. You let me in. I never knew how guarded you were until you let me in. I didn't get it on my own, I had to talk with Jonathan about you, but he was right." Ryan blushed deeper, it felt so lame admitting to that. "Then it was David. The way he called out to you, flirted with you, could be with you how I couldn't. It made me so... angry." Ryan admitted, laughing lightly to himself. "I was so jealous. I always liked to think that I wasn't that type, but obviously I hadn't met you yet. For a while, I wanted to kill him. I really did. Like before though, you made it quite clear to me that he didn't matter. You proved that to me just last night, the way you held me, hugged me. You picked me. I almost can't believe it. It's hard to imagine that someone as pretty, and kind, and funny as you would pick someone as tactless, boring, and stupid as me." Ryan said.

He wanted to be done. This was so exhausting, but he pressed on, intent on atoning for every wrong he had just done to Memory. Ryan looked up, staring into Memory's eyes. He blushed, and wanted to look away, but he didn't. "I'm so sorry. I feel like there is nothing I could ever do to make up for how gravely I've insulted you. I can see that I never had anything to worry about, but none of that matters anymore. I... I wouldn't expect you to want me to stick around anymore after what I've done. I've been so horrible to you, and even though I would never have done so on purpose, I can't undo something I've already done. If you had picked to stay with me before, that doesn't matter anymore. I can't, in good consciousness, ask you to be with me after what I've done. However, never let it be said that I don't learn from my mistakes." Ryan said, with a lighthearted chuckle at his own expense. "After all, this whole debacle started with me deciding things on my own. So, if you still feel that you like me enough to pick me, and stay with me over everyone else, that's your own prerogative. I've said my piece. There's nothing stopping you from getting up and leaving. As much as I want you to pick me, I want you to be happy, I don't want your pity, I don't want you to be anything but happy, even if that means I don't get to share in it. But, thing is, if you're gonna pick me, honestly, you're stuck with me. I won't give up, I won't run away, and I won't ever make a promise I don't intend to keep. So, last chance, you can still catch the last train out of angsty-teenager-ville, or you can stick around and I'll try my best to make it up to you for being such an unbelievable arse." Ryan finished, staring into Memory's eyes, still holding her hand.

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Character Portrait: Jonathan Moore Character Portrait: Cara Black (Shadowdancer) Character Portrait: Matsuzaka Hideki (Flare) Character Portrait: Cain Xavier Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Jennifer Harolds (Clarity) Character Portrait: Mutt Ant
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Cara Black

Despite Aidan’s unexpected arrival the tension barely shifted in the air and a divide was almost becoming physical in the rooms occupants. It was times like this that Cara regretted her agreement with Xavier, at least the remnants of the Brotherhood had sense. Although Cara had had little interaction with Aidan he was a well-known loose cannon fighting for whichever side took his fancy at any particular moment.

His arrogance annoyed her but Cara knew better than to rub such a powerful mutant up the wrong way, he could easily stop anyone in the mansion including Xavier and Magneto with just a few words. It was better to stay quiet and hope that he would be on the mutants side in what was to come.

It didn’t take long before someone else jumped in on the argument and Cara recognised her as being one of the newcomers to the mansion Jennifer, a screamer or so Cara had heard.

“If I recall, Black people and Homosexuals went through this kind of prejudice yet very few of them turned to violence.” She finally spoke up “Just remember, black people were respect because the people that were against them used violence yet they remained peaceful.” She then looked to Cain. “Exactly, embrace who you are and what you are, but don’t abuse it. Why do you think so many people hate cocky, over-confident bastards?” Jennifer paused to think her point through. “Hideki, I’ve heard your music before and it is something to be proud of, but you don’t love yourself or think you’re better than anyone because of it, do you?”

Cara could only laugh in response. “Are you mad?! The fact that humans can’t even get over problems within their own damn race proves my point! Back home in Russia I could be beaten just for being bisexual let alone being a mutant! Are you saying we should trust the humans who can’t even all accept different races and sexualities without a few lynching’s not to chain us all up and throw us in prisons! I’ve already been tortured once in my life and I will not let them do it to me again!”


Mutt Ant

Mutt shifted uneasily, it wasn’t the first time he’d been around a debate such as this or even the thousandth but to argue with a mutant known to have killed humans in the past was probably not a good idea. He knew when to pick a fight and when to stay quiet.

Still, it gave him chance to make a mental note on different people’s viewpoints odds were if push came to shove Mutt would probably end up helping Xavier’s side anyway and it would be good to work out who would fight for whom.

Mutt was so distracted with his thoughts that he almost missed Jonathan’s question. "Are you alright?"
“Sorry? Oh! Right sorry, I’m Mutt!” He answered happily accepting the Texan’s gloved hand. “No no, not uncomfortable, just a little out of depth.” He leant in towards Jonathan to speak quietly. “Not a good place for a human when such a conversation is going on.” He winked before letting go. “I’m a friend of Xaviers and a friend of all mutants.” He gestured down towards his overly decorated jacket. “I am an activist for mutant rights, and leader of…” He glanced towards Cara who was now back in rant mode. “Well of pro mutant parties.”

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Character Portrait: Ryan Legrand (Leviathan) Character Portrait: Jonathan Moore Character Portrait: Memory Ashcroft Character Portrait: Cara Black (Shadowdancer) Character Portrait: Mutt Ant
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The tears had stopped falling. The pain had faded away to a dull murmur at the back of her mind, the sound of it smothered by the crowding masses of questions closing in on the negative thought invading her mind. Questions about Ryan and the relationship she was forming with him. Was this the right thing for her to do? Would the age difference, and the fact that he wasn't 17 yet, be an issue? What would the others in the mansion say to a relationship between them? What would Jonathan say? Despite believing he would approve, she decided to sidestep this question and move on. The question that mattered most in that moment however was far more important. Did it really matter to her what they would say?
'Hell no,' she thought, a stubborn streak cutting through every other emotion. Except one. She did love him, and she had managed to finally let someone in beyond her walls and defenses, but a familiar voice deep within resurfaced. Like an unwanted relative at Christmas, it appeared whenever something good was happening her life to cloud her mind with doubts and generally make her life miserable. One look into Ryan's green eyes dispelled the voice to the deep pit it had clawed its way out of.
'And you can rot there for all I care,' she called to the voice of doubts fading away as it slipped further and further away from her.

"Well..." she started, her voice still slightly shaky, "I never was one for trains." Memory closed her eyes with a sigh and picture herself in her mind tying a noose around her neck and hanging herself from the ceiling of her corridor within.
'Really? "I never was one for trains"?!' In her attempt to answer him and lighten the mood and stop the tears, she had made herself look like a complete idiot. 'Well, wait ago, Memory. I wouldn't be surprised if he gave up on you just for that. I can't wait until he sees everything else you have to offer,' she thought to herself sardonically. She sighed slightly and opened her eyes looking to the ceiling with a slight roll of her chocolate colored orbs.
'Well hello again voice, I see you're back to ruin another good moment in my life.'

Memory returned her eyes to Ryan and smiled apologetically. The voice once again faded as their eyes locked. The reassuring warmth from his hands holding her own brought comfort and security to her mind. She stood there, staring deep into his eyes, for so long she didn't even realise if it was seconds, minutes or hours going by. Inhaling deeply, and letting it slowly, she attempt her answer again.
"I'm staying, Ryan. I can't guarantee you'll like everything about me, but I'm staying." Memory's mouth went dry as she started trying to say something else. Her stomach flipped over with the effort of trying to say what was coming next, slight nausea washing over her. She swallowed a couple of times to wet her throat.

"I-I..." She breathed out slowly, shakily, again. "I love you." The full impact of the words finally reached her. She meant it. With all her heart, she meant it. But this was something she still had difficulty saying to Jonathan, her own brother. She looked away blushing. It had been burning inside her for so long. Now that she had finally told him, everything seemed to be that little bit better and brighter. She returned her eyes to his. She felt ready now, to finally create be a part of a relationship built on love and trust, and she would have done so much more here with him and been more. But, like they did everything time, her defenses finally kicked in and she lost all confidence again. Despite this, she didn't care. She had finally told him how she felt, and that was enough for her right now if it was all she would be able to do. She continued to stare into his eyes, thinking about how much better her life had just become.




“Are you mad?! The fact that humans can’t even get over problems within their own damn race proves my point! Back home in Russia I could be beaten just for being bisexual let alone being a mutant! Are you saying we should trust the humans who can’t even all accept different races and sexualities without a few lynching’s not to chain us all up and throw us in prisons! I’ve already been tortured once in my life and I will not let them do it to me again!”

Her words about being tortured brought a pain to his heart. He hated hearing about anyone, humans or mutants being hurt, and hated it even more when it was him hurting them. But despite this, Cara's words had not motivated him to change his opinions in any way. Nor had they extinguished the fire still raging within at her outbursts that would surely lead to a divide in the mutants under Charles's care. Even now, the split was obvious. It had become physical, people in the room visibly showing which side they were on. But, rather than get himself involved again with the argument, something he was sure he would have plenty of time in the future to do, he continued his conversation with Mutt.

Jonathan smiled as best he could when Mutt gestured towards his jacket. He lifted the coffee cup and tried to cover the look on his face. While Jonathan tried to accept everyone he could, sometimes there would be certain fanatics and such whose views would just be smothering. This Mutt seemed to be one, the collection of pins making Jonathan's eyebrows rise high and he drank to warm liquid. Smoothing out his expression, he decided to give Mutt another shot. It was bad enough being the only human here during a conversation such as this. Acting like he normally would wasn't going to help any. He lowered the cup and switched it to his other hand before taking a closer look at the pins. Something on them stood out to him and realisation hit him hard.

"You're that guy!" he said, gesturing to Mutt with his coffee cup. "From the website. You are him right? That mutant rights fana-" Jonathan stopped short of saying "fanatic" with a quiet intake of breath and snapped his mouth shut, the lips pressed tightly together and an apologetic look on his face. Taking a deep breath, and letting it with a sigh, he tried again.
"It's good to see a human amongst us who doesn't hate our kind." Jonathan smiled apologetically. "If you are "a friend of mutants" then you're a friend of mine. Just holler if you ever need anything."

'Smooth, J. Real smooth. This is why you have barely any friends.'

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Character Portrait: Scott Summers (Cyclops) Character Portrait: Sabertooth (Victor Creed) Character Portrait: Logan (Wolverine) Character Portrait: Jonathan Moore Character Portrait: Kyle Jean- Claude (Marvel) Character Portrait: David North (Agent Zero) Character Portrait: Colossus (Piotr "Peter" Rasputin) Character Portrait: Jean Grey Character Portrait: Cara Black (Shadowdancer) Character Portrait: Matsuzaka Hideki (Flare) Character Portrait: Aidan O'Doherty (The Author) Character Portrait: Cain Xavier Lehnsherr

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The Kitchen

Cain placed his arms around Cara’s waist and stood closely behind her. He wanted her to feel comfortable and relaxed. He was concerned with how she spoke of her tortured past moments earlier. Cain communicated to her telepathically. “Don’t you worry I will never let a human even dream of harming you again. You have my word. Unlike my father, I won’t leave you. I’d die first and I’m pretty hard to kill.” Cain then kissed Cara sweetly in front of the others. He didn’t really care what they thought. Only Cara mattered to him at that moment.

Kyle and Peter, having rolled out of bed and gotten lightly dressed, made their way to the kitchen. Upon seeing the frowning faces and thick atmosphere Kyle spoke. “What’s going on are we going to hang someone or something? It looks like a hostile town meeting in here.” Kyle shuffled to the liquor cabinet and opened it. “I think I could use an Irish coffee if I’m gonna stick around here.”

Logan intercepted him, “uh un bub. I’m not watching you ruin your liver this morning. Leave the Irish out of your coffee.”

“Good morning to you too handsome…” Kyle replied to Logan as he rolled his eyes. He went to the other side of the Kitchen where the coffee was, near Jonathan. Kyle stood next to him and smiled. “Morning stranger.” Kyle said quietly to Jonathan as he prepared his coffee cup. He couldn’t help but feel slightly anxious in a fearful way but he shrugged it off. Perhaps it was the energy of the room making him feel that way, as it was tense in the kitchen.

Hideki pondered the things said to him and he was on the fence as to which side to take. He definitely felt that if mutants didn’t stand up for themselves who else would? He glanced over at Mutt Ant who stood looking nervous to have been dragged into this predicament. There were humans like Mutt that felt Mutants should live free of persecution like anyone else. “I guess the Professor has been right all this time, so I shouldn’t doubt him now.” He thought.

Hideki looked at Aent Six who sat next to him quietly.” I wonder what she’s thinking about this situation?” He turned to Agent Six shyly. “Um Miss Six… I heard you have no emotion. You wouldn’t be offended if I asked you for your thoughts on this situation would you? Well then again I guess you wouldn’t get offended if you can’t feel offense. Sorry about that!” Hideki apologized.

Victor and David entered the kitchen, it seemed that the two usually traveled together. “What’s this, a class on current events and social issues? If you ask me I’d say I’m an equal opportunity kind of guy. As in, I’d split the skull of a mutant or a human for equal reasoning. Hahaha…” Victor chuckled smugly.

“Well Victor, no one asked you so you could have sparred us that little nugget.” Scott snapped.

Jean frowned, “Scott… Everyone is entitled to their own opinion.” Jean smirked at Scott after saying this. Scott only frowned up more yet slightly embarrassed.

Aidan interjected, “It seems that Charles hasn’t given you much instruction on what to do regarding this dire matter after all. Then again, situations like this are not as bad as they seem. I’ve been around for a VERY long time and I’ve learned something about people. We are always in a part of a quaint system of checks and balances. The humans fear anything they have difficulty controlling, us. We must allow then to have an illusion of power so that we can then snatch it from their grubby little hands when it is most effective to do so. Thus showing them that we are in truly uncontrollable and maximizing the effect of the realization.” His eyes scanned the room as he continued, “Charles may have some of you trained into docile peacekeeping doves. However those of us who are still ravens will know when the time is right to pluck the grub of power and control from the Earth. It’s like starvation, the food is placed in front of you and you can’t help but to ravage it. I suppose the REAL question is, who is willing to sit passively like Gandhi and become emaciated for the cause, and who shall sit fat and greedy with the power nature has supplied them with? Riddle yourselves that please.” Aidan couldn’t contain his smile.

Fuyumi shrugged her shoulders and flicked a lock of her long brown hair over her shoulder before responding, “I can understand the need to be afraid. I could incinerate someone by dragging them down into the Earth’s core if I wanted to, easily. There are so many of you who could do a lot worse. However everyone must deal with their fears responsibly and rationally. A competition of might is not the answer.”

Cain stared intensely at Aidan, “You have a fascinating perspective Mr. O’Doherty. I can understand why my fathers keep you close.” Cain said with a smile.

Aidan replied, “Indeed. Better me a friend than an enemy mate.”

Kent finished his coffee and let out a deep sigh. “Well we’re should try to stick together and win this one through perseverance and peacekeeping. We can’t expect to sway Anti-Mutant sentiment when we are swinging axes at each other. Whether Mutant-kind is superior or not, we should have the civil decency to try to showcase fairness in the hopes that the message gets through to those that need to understand it.” Kent looked to the others in the room. The let his eyes rest on Mutt. “Mr. Ant. You’re a human who is an activist for Mutant rights, how would you like to be interviewed on your perspective of this situation. I’m a news journalist and I think the populace could use a glimps of your thoughts on this. It could help our plight. What do you say?” Kent smiled as his ice blue eyes locked in on the strange man casually.

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Character Portrait: Sabertooth (Victor Creed) Character Portrait: Jean Grey Character Portrait: Annabelle Greyson (Enigma) Character Portrait: Cara Black (Shadowdancer) Character Portrait: Cain Xavier Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Jennifer Harolds (Clarity)
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Jennifer Harolds
Jennifer shook her head and rolled her eyes, "That doesn't justify killing innocents." Jennifer sighed, before putting her headphones back over her head and listening to her music, if anyone looked closely at the blond they'd notice the slight pink and blue aura forming around her, it spiked with the bass of the music like a visualisation on the windows media player. Using her powers gave her a sense of calm, even if it freaked a few people out but it also kept them away from her, the rare few that dared to talk to her when she was using her abilities she held a lot more respect for. She watched as more people came in, but she didn't do much to show her acknowledgement, she merely focused on not making her powers spike to much, she may have been sat by herself but she still ran the risk of hurting someone if the constructs spiked too much.

Annabelle Greyson
After sitting in her room, silently crying to herself for a few moments, Annabelle decided maybe it was time for breakfast. She stood up and let out a deep breath before leaving her room, she made her way down the halls and finally entered the kitchen. The tension hit her like a punch to the face, her empathy was going off the charts, she could feel anger, frustration, hatred, sympathy, almost every negative feeling she could register was hitting her like a pile of bricks. Annabelle focused on her own, hoping she'd block out the others and they wouldn't affect her, but she could stop feeling all the emotions and she decided to just open up her telepathy, blocking out the empathy unless she forced the two together. She picked up on a message obviously not meant for her, the voice was obviously Cain's but she merely ignored it, it was easier to ignore thought waves than it was emotions.
Annabelle noticed Jennifer sitting at a table on her own, the aura obvious to her having grown up with, so she decided to leave Jennifer to herself and noticed Jean, she had similiar problems but now wasn't the time to bring up Aurora and cause problems for anyone. She decided to make herself some porridge with syrup and having no other choice, sat next to her sister, who didn't acknowledge Annabelle's arrival. Annabelle looked across the kitchen and noticed Victor, a slight blush came across her even if he wash't looking at her.

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Character Portrait: Ryan Legrand (Leviathan) Character Portrait: Memory Ashcroft
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"Well..." she started, and Ryan's internal monologue kicked into overdrive. His consciousness threw insults at him with an ever increasing rapidity. He felt his heart shatter into pieces. Of course she won't say yes. Why would she ever say yes? You're a stupid little kid with abandonment issues. Who would ever love you? Idiot. However, she continued, apparently not finished. "I never was one for trains." Ryan laughed out of reflex, a sharp, single syllable. Wait... What?! Is she playing along or... is... is she saying yes? Ryan's conscious was playing tricks on him. Perhaps he was denying reality. That seemed far more feasible than a girl like her choosing a boy like him. Memory closed her eyes and sighed. Ryan's ears perked up. Wait a minute. She's thinking pretty hard about it. Oh... Laugh you idiot, she just made a joke for you. God only knows how heartbroken she must be feeling. Laugh. LAUGH! Ryan laughed mechanically, even Agent Six, who Ryan had heard was devoid of all emotions, would have been able to tell the gesture had been forced. Ryan blinked a few times, then groaned, smiling apologetically. The joke had been bad, even by his standards. However, because Memory was trying so hard for his sake, Ryan had to do his best as well. Even if she was considering never talking to him again, Ryan wanted her to be happy. He could laugh at a bad joke or two. She sighed slightly again, and opened her eyes looking to the ceiling with a slight roll of her chocolate-colored, perfect orbs.

Memory returned her eyes to Ryan and smiled apologetically. Ryan returned the gestured giving her hands a gentle squeeze. His cheeks were rosy, and his smile was truly genuine. He loved Memory so much, he didn't care if she was about to leave him forever. Ryan would always, always love her. Though he appeared calm and collected on the outside, he was dying of nervousness on the inside. Realizing he was still sitting, Ryan stood. He maintained his grip on her hands, soft, warm, and reassuring. He wished he could hold them forever. She stood there, staring deep into his eyes, for so long Ryan forgot that time was passing. Centuries could have passed them by, and Ryan would continue to gaze into her chocolate eyes until the day he died. Inhaling deeply, and letting it out slowly, she appeared to be trying to... give him an answer; a proper answer. Ryan swallowed hard, beginning to sweat. This is where the fun begins. Don't cry baby.

"I'm staying, Ryan. I can't guarantee you'll like everything about me, but I'm staying." Ryan blinked, dumbfounded. He spoke. "Y-you mean... you're... I-I-I..." Ryan trailed off, shocked into complete happiness. Inside his head, Ryan couldn't hear his own thoughts. He was sure that his eyes had rolled into his head and a poof of smoke had rolled out of his mouth. However, all his thoughts were insignificant. They were drowned out by the fireworks, general fanfare, and sounds of victory and overwhelming happiness. Ryan wanted to jump for joy. To roar as loud as he could, to hijack a television network and proclaim his love for Memory to the whole world. He restrained himself. Noticing Memory was about to speak again, Ryan snapped himself out of his wild imaginings and gave her his full attention.

"I-I..." She breathed out slowly, shakily. What she wanted to say next seemed... important. Ryan listened intently, gazing deeply into her perfect brown eyes. "I love you." Ryan's face instantly turned deathly pale, then the brightest scarlet. Memory looked away blushing. Ryan felt his insides turn to mush and his soul rocket into the clouds. Even in his head, Ryan was lost for words, there was nothing, only silence. It was only made more strange by the fact that just moments ago his thoughts were on overdrive, screaming insults, instructions, and congratulations in completely random patterns. He was completely blown away. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a slightly muffled squeak. His face felt hotter and hotter, until he was sure he had burst into flames. Finally accepting what had just happened as the truth, Ryan sighed. He smiled, giving Memory's hands another squeeze. "I... I think you're stupid." Ryan said, smiling at her. "How could I ever dislike anything about you?" Ryan finished, and at that, Ryan did something he had been wanting to do for a very long time. He took both her hands into his own, leaned in, stooping just a little, and kissed Memory, full on the lips. He didn't hold it for very long, just enough to be called a real kiss, but he broke it off after a moment. He was afraid of two things, the first was Jonathan, whom Ryan could smell was in the kitchen, coming up and seeing them. The other was that he wouldn't be able to control his emotions, and that he might turn scaly purely out of the shock of it. Blushing insanely, Ryan smiled, and clearing his throat, he spoke. "Let's go get some breakfast. Yeah? All this... well, whatever this is, has made me hungry. What about you?" He asked simply and light-heartedly, trying to divert the conversation away from what had just happened with humor and food. If he thought about it too much, he was afraid he'd run away, or cry. Neither were excellent options. Trying not to think about it too much, Ryan let go of one of Memory's hands, still holding one, and began to lead her towards the kitchen.

Just before the pair were about to proceed through the doorway, Ryan stopped. He was nervous. He hadn't realized it before, but just about everyone was here. At least, everyone that he cared about. While the other students in the mansion were his family just as much as his closest friends and teachers, Ryan had difficulty gauging how he felt. He was so very happy. Nothing could possibly make him happier, but there was a nervousness; a hesitation. What would his closest friends think? Would he care? They would most certainly tease him, but they were family. That was what family did. Ryan me worries were mostly focused on Jonathan. What would Jonathan, his best friend, think about him going right to work and starting to date Memory this early? It hadn't even been a full twenty four hours yet. Ryan looked back to Memory, putting on a brave face. "This isn't gonna get any easier the longer we think about it. I suggest we do it fast. Like a band aid." Ryan had spoken with a smile, but. Memory would know better. His hands were shaking and his face was most certainly ghostly pale. However, for her, Ryan would charge to certain death. A few friendly jibes wouldn't be so bad. For her, Ryan could do anything. He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, shooting the air out through his teeth. He slapped himself lightly on the cheek with his free hand. "Shall we?" Ryan asked, before openin the door and walking inside, leading on bravely.

Upon entering the Kitchen, Ryan could immediately sense something was wrong. Everyone was on edge, the air was full of a thick, roiling tension. It couldn't mean anything good. Ryan gave Memory's hand a gentle squeeze. Leading her over to Jean, Ryan ignored any pointed looks and snide comments. If there even were any, Ryan honestly didn't hear, and didn't care. Steeping up behind Jean, He hugged his surrogate mother from behind, briefly letting go of Memory's hand. "Good Morning!" Ryan said excitedly. "Two plates please, thanks!" Ryan said with a smile. After he had put in his request, Ryan stepped back to where Memory was and took her hand once more. "I'm so excited. I could smell them from upstairs, and they've been making me hungry all the way down."

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Character Portrait: Professor Charles Xavier Character Portrait: Sabertooth (Victor Creed) Character Portrait: Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto) Character Portrait: Ryan Legrand (Leviathan) Character Portrait: Philip Klein (Boom-Boom) Character Portrait: David North (Agent Zero) Character Portrait: Jean Grey Character Portrait: Vincent Xavier (Psionic) Character Portrait: Annabelle Greyson (Enigma) Character Portrait: Memory Ashcroft Character Portrait: Matsuzaka Hideki (Flare) Character Portrait: Cain Xavier Lehnsherr

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Hideki couldn’t help but notice the aura of colors emanating off of Jenifer as she danced to her music. “Well at least she hasn’t missed a beat.” He said quietly. He began to create small sparkles of light that like flickered around his hands.

Victor smiled at Annabelle when she entered the kitchen, looking a bit more put together than she did the night before. Before he could give it a second thought, he walked over to her and quietly asked her, “You alright little lady? You didn’t look so hot last night and I was wondering if you might need some help. I’m no Charles Xavier so don’t expect much though.” Victor said to Annabelle.

David grinned as Memory and Ryan entered the Kitchen coupled up like two train coaches. He walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed the note pad designated for memos and scribbled down “So M I guess Beast Boy was the better man. I respect that and I agree. We had a good run, Cheers. David North” he wrote in very precise and neat penmanship. David then folded the little note into a paper airplane and shot it towards Memory. David had keen aim and could send a projectile exactly where he wanted when he wanted. The plane landed right at M’s hand.

Jean hugged Ryan back as he embraced her. He helped her feel a lot more relaxed in the tense atmosphere. She quickly noticed his closeness with Memory and her smile widened. She prepared the two plates and whispered to Ryan “Way to go Mr. Stud.” She winked.

Cain couldn’t help but smile brightly when he saw Ryan with Memory. He was so proud to see a confident Ryan. Cain thought of Ryan as his little brother, exactly as Vincent did. “Ryan I didn’t realize you had such pretty girlfriend? I’d ask you to introduce me to her but I believe we already met.” Cain said cheerfully with one of the most lighthearted expressions he’d given all morning.

Vincent and Philip awoke as together in a carefree manner. They were glad to have found a moment to relax after the tension brewing with the HMR the night before. “Good morning Professor Xavier…” Philip said in a sultry voice, he couldn’t keep from giggling in his silliness.

Vincent playfully shoved Philip, “Oh please… you just put a bad image in my head of my father in,” Vincent stopped abruptly. “You know what? I’m not even going to finish that statement. I’d say you German boys are quite crafty aren’t you.” The two of them chuckled.

Vincent seemed to flinch for a moment. Philip noticed immediately and his smile quickly faded. “What’s wrong Vincent? Are you alright?” Philip asked, holding Vincent close.

“Nothing much, I just have a little bit of a headache. I guess I’m telepathically picking up in the mounting tension in the kitchen. It seems there’s a debate on about the current situation with the HMR. I’d better break this up…” Vincent began to get out of bed while he let out a tired sigh.

Philip responded with a devilish smirk. “Let me fix things with a little prank Herr Xavier” Philip’s German accent only increased his charm.

“Oh… Why not? It’ll be way better than me lecturing everyone on father’s methodology.” Vincent replied.

The made there way outside of the mansion after getting dressed and crept along the side of the building in order to sneak up to the kitchen window. Philip produced two handfuls of marble sized time-bombs and tossed them on the ground outside of the Kitchen window creating a popping sound akin to rapid gunfire. The people in the kitchen were all startled by the prank, some thought the HMR were really there. Cain created a protective magnetic barrier, Kent also generated a large domed force field to protect the group. However a few of them such as Logan and Victor knew full well who and what was coming, given their keen senses.

Philip and Vincent appeared in the window laughing loudly “Got ya!!” Philip chuckled.

“Mind giving us a hand inside Fuyumi?” Vincent asked her. Fuyumi pulled the two through the window via phasing. Her face looked somewhat annoyed. “Oh really you two! As if there weren’t enough tension brewing this morning!” she fussed.

Philip’s smile never faded, “Relax… See there are no guns from the HMR. So why are we pointing them at each other in here? We should all be enjoying this nice morning.” Philip replied with his German accent ever present.

Vincent chuckled, “Well at least you all are on your toes and ready for action.”


Cerebro chamber

Charles sat in the cerebro chamber scanning the city for mutant activity. With the HMR making such brash moves mutants were being pushed into acts of desperation. He could feel the emotions of fear and anger spiking in mutants across the nation. The X-men would be needed soon.

Moments later Eric entered the Cerebro chamber and addressed Charles. “What do you see Charles? Is it as bad as I feared?” He said as he approached Charles.

“Worse Eric, it’s worse than we both imagined. People are in a serious state of panic. The HMR has no clue what they unleashed upon us all. I must think of some way to help, there must be a way to convince them of the danger of their actions…” Charles said in a stressed manner.

Eric grew even more concerned. “Charles this situation is indeed dire but your state worries me most of all. You must no strain yourself. We can’t save the world, but we can help a little bit at a time.” Eric placed his hands gently on Charles’ shoulders in an attempt to guide him away from the cerebro headset.

Just then Charles got a sharp transmission of images. There were several attacks on HMR facilities by Mutants and it seems that the Morlocks have followed the lead of the main aggressors. Charles explained the happening to Eric, whom held Charles as he had almost collapsed under the strain of the Cerebro transmission. “Charles you need to rest. Allow me to handle it from here.”

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Character Portrait: Ryan Legrand (Leviathan) Character Portrait: Jonathan Moore Character Portrait: Philip Klein (Boom-Boom) Character Portrait: Kyle Jean- Claude (Marvel) Character Portrait: David North (Agent Zero) Character Portrait: Jean Grey Character Portrait: Vincent Xavier (Psionic) Character Portrait: Memory Ashcroft
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“Morning stranger.” Jonathan smiled at the familiar voice. He hadn't spoke to Kyle in a while, and it would be nice to think of something other than mutant wars, which was only getting worse with Aidan's words, and protecting his sister. He gave polite nod down to Mutt as he began to step away, then turned to the source of the words that had caught his attention. He gave a playful half smile to the French man.
"Is that what I am now?" He asked with a restrained smile before taking another drink of his coffee, finishing it. He caught Kyle's eyes for a second, then turned for the coffee to refill his cup.

With that done he moved around to talk to Kyle when a burning red beacon caught his attention. His mouth dropped open as Memory walked in holding Ryan's hand. He was not surprised by Ryan and Memory getting together, it was bound to happen eventual with the way they were going and he knew Ryan would be good to her - and if not then he would kill him - he was only surprised at the fact she was blushing, a rare sight with someone like Memory. Feeling his eyes on her, Memory turned her head to him and her shy smile (even more surprising) faded into a thin line. she sent a silent message with her eyes: "Keep your mouth shut". Jonathan lifted his free hand and pulled it along his lips, as if zipping it closed. She glared playfully in return before they turned away from each other.

Memory took her pate and placed it down beside her. Her mind was still going over Ryan kissing her, making the tops of her cheeks burn a little hotter. Even if it was for only a little while, she didn't want to think of anything else. A tap beside her hand brought her mind back to the real world and she suppressed a groan. She had been enjoying going over that moment again and again in her mind. The neatly folded paper airplane made her frown slightly with confusion. She lifted it up slowly and unfolded it. It read, in neater handwriting than her own:

“So M I guess Beast Boy was the better man. I respect that and I agree. We had a good run, Cheers.
David North”

A pang of guilt spread from her heart, but she pushed it away. She did feel bad, but she knew David would understand. Maybe not like it, but he would understand. She scanned the room for him, finding him by the refrigerator. She gave an apologetic smile, then turned back to Ryan.

Memory stood listening to each of the compliments coming her way with some embarrassment, which was strange to her. She would normally like to get compliments, but now it just made her feel uncomfortable. Before she could continue with the thoughts, a series of pops, like rapid gunfire, made her jump and legs nearly buckle. Jonathan too jumped, dropping his coffee, but pressed his gloved hand against Kyle's chest and pushed him back slightly, moving between Kyle and the sound, lifting the other up slightly, ready to use his powers. An unnatural shiver ran down Memory's back she had felt it before, a long time ago, when Jonathan's power had put her under into a nightmare land. It felt different to the normal way it happened, as if someone were slowly implanting fear after fear. She gave a quick worried look to Jonathan before they both turned towards the source of the sound only to see Philip appear at the window.
“Got ya!!” Simultaneously, Memory and Jonathan shouted at him. "Are you fucking insane?!"

Memory sighed in relief that it was just a prank as they were dragged in the room, ripping a pancake in half and biting into it. Jonathan merely relaxed, then cursed at the broken cup on the ground. He opened on the the cupboards and began to pull everything he'd need to clean it up.
'If I ever get my hands on that boy, he's dead,' Jonathan thought to himself with a frown. His anger would subside eventually, but for now Philip would do best to avoid him.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Scott Summers (Cyclops) Character Portrait: Sabertooth (Victor Creed) Character Portrait: Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto) Character Portrait: Ryan Legrand (Leviathan) Character Portrait: Logan (Wolverine) Character Portrait: Jonathan Moore Character Portrait: Philip Klein (Boom-Boom) Character Portrait: Kyle Jean- Claude (Marvel) Character Portrait: David North (Agent Zero) Character Portrait: Colossus (Piotr "Peter" Rasputin) Character Portrait: Jean Grey

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As Ryan entered the kitchen, his eyes turned to Jonathan in the corner of the kitchen, next to Kyle. Ryan was a little nervous to see him. Ryan had smelled Jonathan from up the stairs, alerting him to his presence. His mouth dropped open as his sister walked in with Ryan, their fingers laced. He seemed somewhat shocked by the state of affairs. Ryan couldn't help but feel a flicker of fear and uneasiness. Was Jonathan upset? Did he approve of Ryan approaching Memory so soon after they had talked? However, much to Ryan's relief, Jonathan appeared to be ok with the whole situation. The corners of his eyes were turned up, and he appeared to be mostly happy with Ryan and Memory's arrival. Ryan mentally wiped a head of sweat from his forehead and sighed quietly. Though the majority of his worries were dispelled, he couldn't help but feel a strange sort of uneasiness around Jonathan. Ryan dismissed the thought, attributing the feeling to how stifling the room had felt when he entered, but a single thought remained. He would certainly hate to be on Jonathan's bad side. His eyes locked with Jonathan's for a brief moment, and Ryan smiled. He tried to, in that one moment, thank Jonathan for his brilliant advice, his kind, listening ears, and his big heart. Ryan wasn't sure if Nonathan caught the gesture, but Ryan felt obliged to make it none the less.

Approaching the stove, Ryan greeted his surrogate mother like he usually did, and Jean hugged Ryan back as he embraced her. Ryan felt his heart pound affectionately, and he resisted the urge to release a low growl of contentment. As the two broke apart, Ryan couldn't but notice his surrogate mother's smirk. She appeared to have noticed his closeness with Memory. Ryan blushed and smiled somewhat apologetically, as if he felt bad for not telling her about it sooner. After she had finished preparing the two plates, she handed them to Ryan, whispering just low enough for him to hear. “Way to go Mr. Stud.” She winked, and Ryan blushed deeper. Jeez Mom... Ryan thought, directing his grievances at Jean with a roll of his eyes. Whispering back, Ryan said. "Trust me, there was nothing suave about it at all." As he said it, Ryan couldn't help but smirk. Jean always knew just how to make him smile. For all Ryan's life she had taken care of him, and her approval and candor meant more to Ryan than the opinion of everyone else at the mansion, not including Jonathan, or Memory herself.

Having joked with his surrogate mother about the situation, Ryan stepped back towards the counter, plate in hand, and dug around in an open drawer until he found a fork. Attempting to use somewhat proper table manners, Ryan ate quickly, as he was quite hungry, but not so fast as to forget his manners. After all, he was attached to Memory now. People would associate his behavior with Memory's image. Ryan had to be a good example. The better he looked, the better Memory looked by association. As he ate, Ryan was approached by someone he hadn't properly been introduced to. Cain. Though Ryan had seen him come in with Vincent after the kidnapping incident, Ryan hadn't spent much time with him. However, Cain smelled exactly the same as Ryan's adopted brother Vincent; their scents were identical, indistinguishable. Further, he walked over towards Ryan with a wide smile, giving off waves of, what felt like, happiness and pride on Ryan's behalf. Had Ryan been transformed, his tail would have unconsciously started to wag. For some reason, Ryan was instinctively happy that Cain was pleased with him. The two were practically strangers, and yet Ryan felt as if he had known Cain all his life. Technically, though Ryan didn't consciously recognize it, he had.

Having reached where Ryan was, Cain spoke. “Ryan I didn’t realize you had such pretty girlfriend? I’d ask you to introduce me to her but I believe we already met.” Cain said cheerfully, a wide, bright smile on his face. Ryan blushed slightly, and returned the gesture with his own infectious, toothy grin, after, of course, making sure there was no food in his mouth. Setting down his plate, Ryan responded. "Cain, right? Though I don't think we've properly met, and I didn't know you'd already met Memory, I can most certainly agree with you. She is rather pretty." As he said it, Ryan threw a warm, heart-melting glance at Memory, and beamed at her, smiling wide. Once he'd finished his little compliment, Ryan stepped over to Cain and inspected him. His nose worked furiously, as if he were trying to smell his way into Cain's soul, to read his very essence via scent. Nodding, and having apparently deduced something pleasant about him, Ryan smiled and embraced Cain in a brotherly fashion. "Vincent said you were a part of him, and he of you. Two halves of the same whole. I'm not really sure how that works, but I suppose I can be ok with having another older brother as cool as you." As he said it, Ryan smiled wider, overflowing with a warm, wistful, happiness. Cain's scent, which was identical to Vincent's, contained only happy memories for Ryan. The same warm feelings he had for his brother Vincent, were present when he was with Cain.

After hugging Cain for a moment, Ryan let him go, quickly smiling up at him before fully stepping away. This way Cain could finish his breakfast, or be free to talk with others. Further, Ryan had the tiniest niggling suspicion he wasn't the hugging type. He wasn't the kind to break a hug for no reason, but he definitely wasn't the kind to run around hugging people either. His piece having been said, Ryan walked back over to where Memory was, and resumed the eating of his breakfast, cheeks still rosy, not from blushing, but from happiness. Ryan just felt so happy, he couldn't help himself. When he had finished his pancakes, which were absolutely delicious, Ryan thanked Jean and carried his dishes over to the sink, so that he could wash them. As he scrubbed, Ryan could smell Vincent and Philip outside the mansion, which explained their absence at breakfast, but what were they doing outside? Their footsteps were muffled, and oddly placed, as if crouching along the Mansion walls. Ryan tilted his head sideways, chuckling to himself. Just what were those two troublemakers up to? Ryan's question was quickly answered, as the sound of, what appeared to be gunfire, filled the air. Though he couldn't tell Philip was making miniature bombs, he at least knew that Philip was there, and was most likely responsible for the noise. When the rest of the room reacted to the little prank, jumping in surprise, or yelling obscenities, Ryan only smiled, laughing light-heartedly and shaking his head. He dried his hands off once he had finished washing his dishes, and returned to Memory's side, leaning his back against the counter, and casually sliding an arm across the counter to rest his hand on her waist. The contact demanded nothing, not even reciprocation, it was even placed so that she could continue eating, talking, or doing whatever she liked uninterrupted. Ryan's hand was just there as a reassurance, to let her know that he was there, and that he loved her.

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Character Portrait: Sabertooth (Victor Creed) Character Portrait: Annabelle Greyson (Enigma) Character Portrait: Jennifer Harolds (Clarity) Character Portrait: Aurora
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Annabelle Greyson and Jennifer Harolds
Annabelle looked up as Victor approached, her checks flushed as he approached but Annabelle did her best to calm herself. Jennifer looked up as Victor approached and paused her music, however she kept the beats going to make it seem like she was still listening to her music.
You alright little lady? You didn’t look so hot last night and I was wondering if you might need some help. I’m no Charles Xavier so don’t expect much though.
Victor offered his support to Annabelle and she giggled lightly, looking up at him with a smile.
I’m alright, Mr Creed. Thank you for the concern but I was merely feeling a little homesick and I think I had a little adrenaline sickness from the events of the past few days.
Annabelle projected to him, her smile hiding the lie of Aurora.
You are so pathetic.
The all to familiar voice of Aurora whispered into Annabelle’s mind, the sultry purr sneaking into the message projected to Victor, Annabelle looked up to see if he’d picked up on it. Annabelle’s face dropped and she seemed paralysed as if expecting Victor to go mental. In that instant, Annabelle switched her telepathy on, all she could hear was Victor’s thoughts from here on, her physical hearing had now switched off.

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Character Portrait: Sabertooth (Victor Creed) Character Portrait: Ryan Legrand (Leviathan) Character Portrait: Philip Klein (Boom-Boom) Character Portrait: Kyle Jean- Claude (Marvel) Character Portrait: Memory Ashcroft Character Portrait: Cara Black (Shadowdancer) Character Portrait: Cain Xavier Lehnsherr
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Cara Black

Cara relaxed into Cain’s arms the bile in her throat still threatening to lunge once more but as his voice flitted back into her head she felt herself calm slightly. “There’s no need to die for me lyubov, as long as I am indebted to Xavier I can’t join those who are fighting for our freedom. Besides, I’m more of a follower than a leader.” She thought back, smiling as he kissed her.

“What’s this, a class on current events and social issues? If you ask me I’d say I’m an equal opportunity kind of guy. As in, I’d split the skull of a mutant or a human for equal reasoning. Hahaha…” Victor chuckled smugly.

“And that is why no one likes you.” Cara smiled to her old comrade teasingly before Scott’s snipe drew a familiar growl from Sabertooth. This time Cara thought it best to avoid starting another argument and maintained her silence and Ryan’s entrance with Memory drew everyone’s attention away momentarily.

So they were officially a couple now then Cara smiled to herself. Good catch. On both parts. Though Ryan’s shame of his appearance always confused her, if anything his horns added to the allure. Her train of thought was broken at the explosions her shadow quickly becoming several tendrils as she reached for things to throw. “Idioty!” She yelled in Russian as the two were helped in, obviously not amused by their prank.

“Relax… See there are no guns from the HMR. So why are we pointing them at each other in here? We should all be enjoying this nice morning.”

Cara relaxed herself back, her shadow returning to its normal shape but her face remained a picture of unimpressed.

Regaining the small amount of composure, she had that morning Cara leant back against the wall deciding that she was only going to end up homeless if she continued arguing, Xavier had spoken to her on many occasions about speaking out about humans around students and she was probably close to her last chance. As it happened it left her opposite the new couple, whom had been absent for much of the arguing and thus safe to talk with.

“So…” She began all of the English she knew had apparently just left her. “Good night?” She at last grasped at. The chance that it was probably a bad question given Ryan’s anxious manner not hitting her until it was already too late. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that.” She backtracked. “Did you sleep well?” Cara raised her hands to head she wasn’t good with normal conversations. She didn’t have them much.

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Mutt laughed enthusiastically, “It’s ok you can say it, I know I’m a fanatic. I pretty much changed my name to mutant after all.” He had noticed that Jonathan was slightly uneasy around him and he wasn’t surprised, it was a common reaction from mutants. He’d always tried to stay at least a slight distance from being the sort of person to hide out peoples windows in the hope to catch a glimpse but that didn’t mean people didn’t think it of him anyway.

“I don’t hate your kind any more than you do.” He answered. “There are those that go the wrong way about it on both sides but I am certain we can ascertain peace. As one of your peers just said; it is not the first time that differences between people have caused riffs and those were both repaired through peaceful ways.” It was often an unexpected of Mutt’s psyche that he might be able to string a sentence together without screaming mutants every five seconds but it usually helped him get along with mutants if they saw he wasn’t entirely mental.

Mutt’s calmer composure was broken as the two explosions sounded outside, his arms flailing up above him and his scream almost carrying over the noise itself. Garnering a few questioning looks from the rooms other occupants before he managed to calm himself down to a normal demeanour and keep his heart from his throat.

Mutt returned the nod as Jonathan turned away, leaning up against the wall to continue listening in on the conversation as the debate continued before his name was called by Kent. “I would be more than happy.” He affirmed. “When would you like to do it?” He asked.

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Character Portrait: Scott Summers (Cyclops) Character Portrait: Sabertooth (Victor Creed) Character Portrait: Ryan Legrand (Leviathan) Character Portrait: Jonathan Moore Character Portrait: Philip Klein (Boom-Boom) Character Portrait: Kyle Jean- Claude (Marvel) Character Portrait: Jean Grey Character Portrait: Vincent Xavier (Psionic) Character Portrait: Annabelle Greyson (Enigma) Character Portrait: Cara Black (Shadowdancer) Character Portrait: Cain Xavier Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Kent Van Pelt (The Nobleman)

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Kyle Jean-Claude

"Is that what I am now?" Jonathan asked with a restrained smile before taking another drink of his coffee, finishing it. He caught Kyle's eyes for a second, then turned for the coffee to refill his cup.

Kyle’s smirk only grew larger and his heart fluttered a little. Kyle looked down trying not to blush and play it cool, then in a smooth motion glanced up at Jonathan with a reply. “It’s okay mon ami, I enjoy the attention of strange men.” Kyle flirted in response. He was used to being flirty and superficially interested in another but Jonathan made him feel differently, he made him feel honest with himself.

When Philip’s prank occurred Jonathan too jumped, dropping his coffee, but pressed his gloved hand against Kyle's chest and pushed him back slightly, moving between Kyle and the sound, lifting the other up slightly, ready to use his powers. Kyle was surprised that Jonathan’s immediate reaction was to protect him when Memory was only paces a way. “Why me? If those were real bullets, he would have put himself in front of them at the drop of a dime to keep me from harm… I’m the one with superhuman endurance.” Kyle thought to himself.

Jonathan was beginning to make Kyle feel increasingly flustered, something Kyle was not used to at all. He always thought he had gained a degree of control over most situations ever since he achieved the feat of controlling his absorption ability. Naturally anyone would feel like quite the overcomer. For Kyle, Jonathan seemed to bypass that confidence and salvage the vulnerability Kyle usually buries. Kyle watched quietly as Jonathan and Memory fussed at Philip and Vincent for their prank. Trying to regain his usual disposition once more, Kyle casually took a sip of his coffee and said to Vincent, “You know Vincent, sometimes it’s very easy to forget that you’re one of our teachers.”

Vincent replied, “What? You’d rather I’d go bald and lose my sense of fun. No way… You all enjoy the excitement of a fun professor too much. Trust me the telepath knows.” Vincent said as he pointed to his head with a smile about his face.


Cain Xavier Lehnsherr and Vincent Xavier

Having reached where Ryan was, Cain spoke. “Ryan I didn’t realize you had such pretty girlfriend? I’d ask you to introduce me to her but I believe we already met.” Cain said cheerfully, a wide, bright smile on his face.

Ryan blushed slightly, and returned the gesture with his own infectious, toothy grin, after, of course, making sure there was no food in his mouth. Setting down his plate, Ryan responded. "Cain, right? Though I don't think we've properly met, and I didn't know you'd already met Memory, I can most certainly agree with you. She is rather pretty." As he said it, Ryan threw a warm, heart-melting glance at Memory, and beamed at her, smiling wide. Once he'd finished his little compliment, Ryan stepped over to Cain and inspected him. His nose worked furiously, as if he were trying to smell his way into Cain's soul, to read his very essence via scent. Nodding, and having apparently deduced something pleasant about him, Ryan smiled and embraced Cain in a brotherly fashion. "Vincent said you were a part of him, and he of you. Two halves of the same whole. I'm not really sure how that works, but I suppose I can be ok with having another older brother as cool as you." As he said it, Ryan smiled wider, overflowing with a warm, wistful, happiness. Cain's scent, which was identical to Vincent's, contained only happy memories for Ryan. The same warm feelings he had for his brother Vincent, were present when he was with Cain.

“You don’t know how glad I am that you approve of me Ryan.” Cain said with a soft smile. “It seems you understand the connection I share with Vincent and thus with everyone else, yet many of the others don’t seem to see it. Thanks for giving me a chance little brother.” Cain replied, and he gave Ryan a brotherly hug.

Cain approached Vincent and offered him a hug. “Morning brother.” He shook Philip’s hand, “Brother in Law, good morning.” Cain said to Philip. He was careful of his interactions with Philip as he was drawn to the man as Vincent was. Likewise Vincent began to feel a connection with Cara as Cain did. It was a strange phenomenon indeed for all parties involved.

Philip replied jovially in German. “Guten Morgen, Cain.”

Vincent was very happy to have begun establishing a balanced relationship with Cain. The two had much to discuss yet both seemed to avoid actually discussing it. They were at least content with accepting each other as brothers and not as results of weapon x experiments. Vincent chuckled with Cain as he said, “You know we’ve really got to get this mental link thing under control, right?”

Can replied with a silly grin, “Yes I agree wholeheartedly.” Philip shot Cara an embarrassed look as he knew that he and Cara’s exploits with their lovers were not as private as they would have liked.



Victor Creed and Jean Grey

Victor snickered at Cara’s tease to him. He was enjoying being around her once more. He didn’t interact much with her while he was at the mansion but having her around reminded him of his old team of hell raisers under Magneto’s leadership.

“You alright little lady? You didn’t look so hot last night and I was wondering if you might need some help. I’m no Charles Xavier so don’t expect much though.”
Victor offered his support to Annabelle and she giggled lightly, looking up at him with a smile.
‘I’m alright, Mr Creed. Thank you for the concern but I was merely feeling a little homesick and I think I had a little adrenaline sickness from the events of the past few days.’
Annabelle projected to him, her smile hiding the lie of Aurora.
‘You are so pathetic.’
The all to familiar voice of Aurora whispered into Annabelle’s mind, the sultry purr sneaking into the message projected to Victor, Annabelle looked up to see if he’d picked up on it. Annabelle’s face dropped and she seemed paralyzed as if expecting Victor to go mental.

Victor could faintly hear a mocking voice in his head. He gave Annabelle a long stare as he processed what was going on. Victor turned toward Jean and figured he’d ask her about his suspicions. He wasn’t the biggest fan of telepaths but if he asked the help of any telepath he felt more prone to ask of Jean for help. As Victor approached Jean she gave a curious smile, while Scott frowned up increasingly.

“Hey red, I got a question that could use your consultation.” He said quietly.

Jean replied casually with a polite smile, “Sure Victor what can I help you with?” She was quite curious as to why Sabertooth of all people would ask of her help. She could see that he looked very concerned about something.

“I think one of your students, Annabelle, is dealing with something pretty heavy, you know, your brand of crazy.” Victor said referring to the Phoenix. Jean grew even more attentive. “I’m no telepath, or X-men, so it’s not like I give too much of a care, but I have a this feeling that gives me the chills when I am near her. Not many things give me shivers, you know that.”

Jean replied quietly, “Can you be more specific about what it is you feel Victor?”

“I feel like it ain’t just her in there. That poor kid is scared outta of her mind of whatever the fuck’s haunting her and I just can’t get over the feeling that I need to help her, that’s all.” He replied quietly. It was very difficult for anyone to hear their quiet conversation. Although many wanted to know what they were saying.

Jean nodded, “I will definitely be on the lookout Victor.”

Victor replied, “Good. Just keep it quiet for now, will ya? I don’t want everyone if the poor girl’s face just cause I said somethin’ okay.” Victor huffed quietly.

“I promise Victor. Who knew you could be such a sweetheart Victor?” Jean said playfully. Her smile made Victor blush slightly, much to his discontent.

“Okay we’re done Red.” He said trying not to smile.


Kent Van Pelt

“I would be more than happy.” Mutt affirmed. “When would you like to do it?” He asked.

Kent smiled brightly as he was very happy that Mutt would agree to an interview. Mutt may have been a little extreme in his appearance and interest in mutant-kind but his views were often well spoken. He had great insight from a human perspective and once he had begun sharing his opinions it would be difficult for others to easily dismiss them as fanaticism.

“Wonderful! I would have to clear the idea with the show’s producers but I’d say it could be in about a week or so. I’ll let you know ahead of time what I’d like to ask you so you’re prepared and comfortable when we actually interview.”

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Character Portrait: Ryan Legrand (Leviathan) Character Portrait: Jonathan Moore Character Portrait: Kyle Jean- Claude (Marvel) Character Portrait: Memory Ashcroft Character Portrait: Cara Black (Shadowdancer)
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Memory smiled at Ryan's reassuring, and protective, arm around her and let herself lean into him slightly. It was sweet, he was doing it because he loved her after all, and wanted her to know he cared and wanted to keep her safe, something that she wasn't used to with the guys she usually got with. Normally it was just a crappy "date" and then to the bedroom. A sly smile curled her lips and she looked away slightly.
'Well... mostly the bedroom.' Memory closed her eyes and sighed quietly at herself, at who she used to be, then stepped away from Ryan for a cup of coffee with a quiet "I'll be right back". She needed something to give her a little boost, it seemed as if it were going to be a long day and she wouldn't last without it. After pouring and walking back to Ryan, a slightly forced, but decently hidden, smile on her face, she took a sip and moved closer to him again.

“So… Good night?”
Cara's voice caught her by surprise and she jumped, nearly dropping the cup. for a second the words didn't even register in her mind. then suddenly, at around the same time it hit Cara, the possible meaning behind them made Memory give a quiet snort of amusement, and surprise. She knew that Cara spoke her mind, but she never expected her to put her thoughts across quite like that.
“Sorry, I didn't mean that. Did you sleep well?”
'Oh... oops,' M thought with another smile as she drank her coffee.

She had found out years ago that both Jonathan and Memory drank the same coffee - black coffee, no sugar or cream - and had wondered since how two half siblings, raised separate for years, could be so similar. Not just with their tastes of coffee, but with everything. There was similarities in the films they watched, the songs they listened to, their food preferences. Even personality wise.
'Although, apparently not when it comes to this mutant rights debate.' While Memory admired her brother, and the professor, for being able to stay positive and optimistic, believing that with time and patience mutants would find their place in the world. But she had been finding it harder and harder to believe. Everyday the humans worked harder and harder to eradicate them, to destroy the "mutant threat", and it didn't seem as if words were going to solve it. For mutants to have their place in the world, they would need to take it from the humans with force if necessary. However, Jonathan and Memory could both agree that unneeded death on either side was uncalled for. Memory turned her eyes Cara and pursed her lips thoughtfully. She may share Cara's views, but not her near extremism.
'Or Jonathan's on the other side, for that matter.'




"Trust me the telepath knows."

Jonathan grimaced as he stood, then dropped the broken shards of the cup he had previously been holding into the trash. He knew it was hypocritical to think seeing as technically he was a telepath too, but they were one of the few things he didn't trust in the world. He like Vincent. In fact, Vincent was one of the few people he both trusted an respected. But being around him brought a sense of wariness that he just couldn't stop no matter what he did. Secrets were supposed to stay secret, and yet any old telepath could rummage around your brain and rummage in your darkest corners.
'Best not to tell him the full thing, he already got offended last time.' Shaking his head, he finished putting everything he had used away and grabbed another cup and filled it with coffee. Jonathan turned his eyes back to Kyle and ensured he had a smile on his face.

"Hopefully I'm not the only one getting sick of their pranks," he said with a sigh, leaning against the counter casually, still managing to be taller than the Frenchman despite his best efforts to lower his height. He lifted the coffee and drained half the cup, then set it down gently. He thought back on his words and ran a hand through his hair, moving it back out of his face a little better. "I feel like I'm getting old myself when I say things like that." He looked to Kyle. "So what does a handsome young man like yourself do all day? Wont you entertain this old geezer with your stories," he joked weakly.
'Why do people even like you when you happily define that as a joke?'

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After their short embrace, Cain spoke to Ryan once more, "You don’t know how glad I am that you approve of me Ryan. It seems you understand the connection I share with Vincent and thus with everyone else, yet many of the others don’t seem to see it. Thanks for giving me a chance little brother." As softly as Cain had spoken, Ryan replied, "It's a little easier for me I guess. You two smell practically identical, nearly indistinguishable from the other. You're the same, but different. It doesn't take anything away from either of you. It's nice." When he was finished, Ryan smiled, the gesture was returned by Cain, and the two parted to greet other members of the X-Mansion.

Having finished speaking with Cain, Ryan washed his dishes, then returned to Memory, and put his hand on her waist. Memory smiled at Ryan's reassuring, and protective, embrace and let herself lean into him slightly. A sly smile curled her lips, and she looked away slightly. Ryan felt his heart thump, and his temperature shoot up a few degrees. He blushed slightly, the tops of his cheeks becoming warm and rosy. Quickly, but gently, Ryan wrapped his other arm around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. After a brief moment, he gave her a quick squeeze, a gentle embrace from behind. Just as quickly, as if he weren't trying to draw attention to himself, Ryan removed one arm from her waist, leaving the other in its previous position, and went back to his leaning position against the countertop.

After Vincent and Philip's prank had passed, an iota of normalcy swept into the kitchen. Conversation resumed. The dark atmosphere from before, which had filled the room with a sense of brooding and anger, had passed. The tension and panic seemed to melt away into nothingness; as if it had never been there to begin with. It was almost as if all the incidents of the previous day had gone, and it was just another day in the life of the X-Men. Ryan sighed quietly. He wished days like these would continue on forever. Days without war, days without strife, days where they could just exist. Those were the days worth living, "the days worth fighting for," Ryan thought to himself. He sighed again. Days like those were few and far between. As much as he hoped, wished, and prayed for days like these, he knew they couldn't last.

For a brief moment, Memory stepped away from Ryan, bringing him back from his daydreams. She was heading over towards towards the coffee. Altough Ryan had been enjoying the pseudo-snuggling, he could understand the need for specific morning rituals to be observed. Though Ryan wasn't a coffee drinker, he used to have to wake up an extra hour and a half early to grind the scale off of his body just to feel confident in leaving his room for the day. Regardless, he had really enjoyed her contact, her warmth, and her love. Her entrance into his life was like the birth of a brilliant, shining sun, filling him with energy, happiness, and, most importantly, confidence. Even though he knew she would be back in a moment, he felt somewhat disappointed. He would have to get her back for it later. Ryan blushed to himself at the thought. He was such a pervert. With a quiet, "I'll be right back," Memory strode off into the kitchen to give herself a little boost of caffeine. Though Ryan wasn't a coffee drinker, far too bitter for his overdeveloped sense of taste, he loved the smell. After pouring and walking back to Ryan, a slightly forced, but decently hidden, smile on her face, she took a sip and moved closer to him again. He stepped a touch closer to her as well, leaning his head on her shoulder. Once more he had to resist the urge to growl affectionately.

Apparently, someone else had noticed Ryan's closeness to Memory. Miss Cara, who had been rather attached to Cain this morning, stepped over to the two of them, having been drawn away from the flow of conversation within the Kitchen's small break from its heated debate. Her voice almost made Ryan jump, and though he left his hand on Memory's waist, he took his head from her shoulder, and faced away from her, so as to properly address Miss Cara. “So… Good night?” She asked politely. However, in Ryan's mind, the question was... rather stimulating. He felt his face begin to burn, and he was sure he was beet red. Apparently, it had caught Memory by surprise as well, and she jumped, nearly dropping her cup of coffee. For a moment, Ryan didn't know how to react. Dreamlike, sultry scenarios played in his head, only causing him to blush deeper. It was all too much for Ryan. He removed his hand from Memory's waist, nearly shouting in reply to Miss Cara, though he managed to keep his voice down so as to keep the conversation mostly private. His hands flew up, waving wildly in non-committal gestures and attempting to dismiss the idea without distancing himself from Memory. "N-n-n-n-no! N-n-noth-thing l-l-like th-that! W-w-we j-just.... I-I-I-I.... U-umm.... Uhh..." Ryan trailed off, and his eyes burned holes in the floor. He didn't really know what to say without sounding like a totally weirdo. Luckily, Miss Cara realized how uncomfortable she had made him, most likely by accident, and spoke up, cutting Ryan off from further humiliating himself. “Sorry, I didn't mean that. Did you sleep well?” Ryan looked up from the floor, and sighed with relief. He heard Memory snort, and took it rather poorly. He mock pouted, "That's not funny, M!" However, the situation was actually rather humorous, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter. All awkwardness forgotten, Ryan let himself openly laugh, small tears even forming in the corners of his eyes. After a moment, he had settled down, and he wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead, and a tear from his eye. Chuckling lightheartedly at his own expense, he spoke, "Wow. Um, S-sorry about that. I didn't mean to yell. Yeah... I, umm... I slept very well, thank you for asking." Ryan smiled politely, before returning the question upon Miss Cara. "And you? Did you have a good night's sleep as well?" In the confusion and more than mild embarrassment, Ryan had forgotten his hand had left Memory's waist, and he didn't return it to it's previous position.

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Cara had to giggle at the pair’s responses, Memory’s cup very nearly scattering coffee across the room and Ryan seemed to cycle through every shade of red that was possible before she spoke to ease the boys mind and her own linguistic mistake. It was good to see Ryan laugh, it occurred to the music teacher that today was probably the most she had ever seen the boy smile, Memory was evidently doing good for him already.

"Wow. Um, S-sorry about that. I didn't mean to yell. Yeah... I, umm... I slept very well, thank you for asking." Ryan said wiping tears from his eyes.

“It’s ok, I didn’t mean to come across like that. Apparently arguing used all of my English for the day.” She smiled, her thick accent rolling over her words as she brushed a hair from her face.

"And you? Did you have a good night's sleep as well?"

Cara felt a slightly creep across her lips as her eyes flash to Cain. “It was… indescribable.” She lingered upon him for a few moments before returning her attention to the table. “I am glad to see that you are both looking happy though. This constant struggle for what’s right and wrong often leads to the pleasures of life being pushed aside.” She wasn’t lying, although Cara’s opinions were very harsh and rarely the flavour of the month for the mansion’s occupants she wasn’t entirely an extremist. “Although I suppose my own reputation precedes me on that.” She laughed, her eyes quickly scanning the room, mentally counting those in the room she had either slept with or at least kissed and that was from when they were enemies.

“I assume this means that I am not allowed to flirt with either of you now then?” She asked leaning back on two legs of her chair, pulling a cigarette from her pocket. Smoke quickly blowing from her nose as she took a long drag. “Would you like a top-up?” She asked Memory as she stood gesturing towards her cup, awaiting for her answer before turning towards Ryan, “Hot drink?”

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Character Portrait: Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto) Character Portrait: Logan (Wolverine) Character Portrait: Jonathan Moore Character Portrait: Kyle Jean- Claude (Marvel) Character Portrait: Vernon Yorkshire Character Portrait: Keith Jathens (Bullet Lion) Character Portrait: Evan Prentice (Fair-Weather) Character Portrait: Niles Cranston (Boom Shard) Character Portrait: Nathan Quinn
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Niles Cranston

On the busy new York Streets filled with urban happenings, dog walkers, school children traveling to and fro, hot dog stands, businessmen and women, everyone bustling about. There was one that fit into the busy world seemingly well. Niles Cranston, a wealthy young man about town, traveled the city blocks from the nice restaurant that he usually frequented during lunch hour. Now on his return trip to the office he owned he received a phone call. The voice on the other end was familiar and it belonged to the owner of a rival company.
“Mr. Cranston… gosh are your glory days at a swift end.” The voice said mockingly over the phone.

Niles clutched the phone tightly in his hand. “Mr. Roberts? What are you talking about? I don’t have time or the energy to deal with your games.” Niles replied as he tried to remain calm.

“My company was always in your company’s shadow. I gotta admit that you’re a good businessman but nobody will want to buy the jewels they’ll be wearing around their necks, in their ears, or on their finger when they are being sold to them by a creepy mutant!” Mr. Roberts replied.

“What?! You little shyster! What are you getting at?” Niles replied as he stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, people passing him by casually.

“give it up will ya?! I know you’re a pretty boy but you ain’t the airheaded type, and guess what, neither am I! I hired a PI to do a little investigating and he found out your filthy little mutant secret! Your finished Cranston!” Roberts shouted on the line.

Niles rolled his eyes and smirked, “Like anyone would take a second look at, yet alone, believe a twisted little no neck conman and jeweler cheat like you! Stop wasting my time Roberts.” Niles replied in a confident tone. He was about to end the call but Roberts quickly belted out a game changing reply.

“Oh well the House of mutant representation believed me. They looked at me and my information about you for as long as it took. So apparently I must not be that repulsive. HAHAHAHA….. THAT’S RIGHT I GAVE YOUR INFO TO THE HMR!! And guess what my handsome little devil, they’re gonna hunt you down and lock you away with all the other Mutant crazies. But sisnce I’m such a gracious nice guy, I thought I’d give you a little head start to get the hell outta dodge before the HMR finds you. You can skip town or whatever, but just know that you’re lovely little jewelry company is finished pal. Haaaaaaahahahahaha….” Mr. Roberts cackled over the phone.

Niles ended the call and looked quite distraught. He trembled at the thought of his life of hard earned success coming to a dreadful halt. “Why…. Why would this have to happen to me? I never hurt anyone…I don’t deserve that. What the hell am I supposed to do now?” Niles said to himself aloud. He backed up not knowing who or what was behind him. He bumped into a young man and the two collided the young man to stumble backward.

“Oh Shit!! I’m so sorry! I- just, I mean I don’t know what’s going on today. My life is a wreak now… I’m already screwing things up for other people. I’M SO SORRY, I should go.” Niles said in a panic after helping the young man to his feet. Little did he know that Keith was a mutant as well.


Evan Prentice and Vernon Yorkshire

Evan Prentice sat in his office at the top of a building he owned. He sat looking over several documents and contracts that needed his signature. Vernon entered the office with a rather bothered expression which Evan noticed immediately. He looked up with a furrowed brow. “Vernon love, what’s the matter? Nothing good ever follows that expression.” Evan asked. He was growing increasingly concerned.

Vernon looked as if he had been holding his breath for minutes. He finally let out a deep exhale. “Correct Evan, it’s not good at all. You remember a month ago when that assistant of Milton Conway, of Conway enterprises flipped you off and you gave him a concussion by punching him out with a fist of stone?”

“Yes, what about it?” Evan replied calmly, waiting for the rest of the news to surface.

“Well Love I told you then that the media was going to be all over that and it would cause trouble. I couldn’t cover that up.” Vernon replied in a regretful tone.

“Vern you know blokes like that just drive me bonkers. He simply learned not to push a man with a bit of a temper. A valuable lesson. Besides I don’t care about the media let them gossip, it’s all they do. It doesn’t matter Love. You worry too much.” Evan replied as he had begun to smile gently in an effort to ease Vernon’s worries.

“No no Love it does matter now. Someone from the media turned photos of the happening over to the House of Mutant Registration. You’ve received a letter today. They want you to turn yourself in for questioning. Evan you can’t stay here anymore. Let’s just go back to the UK. We can manage the company from there and keep our heads down.” Vernon replied, he was afraid for Evan’s future. However he also knew how stubborn Evan was and that he was most likely going to refuse the suggestion.

“They WHAT?!” Evan replied angrily. “No no no…. I will not be tossed off by those sodding HMR bloodhounds just because I gave that little shit a piece of what he deserved!” Evan fussed as he stood from his seat and moved from behind the desk.

“Evan please… We can’t risk making the government anymore suspicious of us than they already are.” Vernon pleaded as he placed the letter from the HMR down on the desk.

“Vernon… The HMR are prejudiced bullies. A bully isn’t the suspicious sort. A bully is a hateful coward that is most afraid of what the bloke with their face under their boot sole is capable of doing if they ever get out from under there.” Evan began to pace back and forth. He stopped in front of Vernon and placed his hands gently on Vernon’s arms. “Sorry love, this just takes me right back to that day you got knocked off that bridge and drowned because of a scared and angry boy who was desperate on vengeance for his sister. Instead of letting life move on as it should, as nature intended, he bloody left you to drown and die. You couldn’t change who you were and you weren’t going to lie to that poor girl by hiding who you were. The same goes for us as mutants. We can’t change who or what we are, and we damn well won’t continue hiding it. Vernon I won’t let the HMR or any other bloke knock the life out of you or me ever again. I WON’T.” Evan said forcefully. He held Vernon close and exhaled deeply.

Vernon returned Evan’s embrace as the two simply lingered in the security of holding one another. Vernon replied in a tired manner, “I see what you mean. It’s never easy for us is it?” Vernon sighed and he nuzzled his cheek into Evan’s shoulder.

“Easy never just is, it’s made. I’ll make things easier. But I’ll need your help. You know I tend to lose myself and get into trouble.” Evan said with a little smile.

“Yes indeed. I wouldn’t let you out of my sight for a second Evan.” Vernon snickered. ”I’ll follow you anywhere, to hell and back if necessary.” Vernon replied as he looked into Evan’s eyes. He meant every word.

Evan looked down into Vernon’s eyes. “And if there is no turning back?” He said in a grave manner. “I can’t promise that we’d survive the storm brewing.”

Vernon placed his hand on Evan’s cheek and softly replied, “Then to hell for good, if necessary.”

After a brief moment of embrace the two returned to a lighter tone. Evan picked up the HMR letter and scanned it with his eyes. “How about I burn this piece of bollocks, then you and I march down to this listed address and give them that interview they asked for?”

“Haven’t I mentioned how great I am with interviews?” Vernon replied with a silly grin. The two began to laugh lightly.

“God I love you Vernon.” Evan said as the two began to leave Evan’s office. Not long later they arrived at the address to on of the HMR facilities. It was a beautiful office building, however who knew what sort of secrets the build covered up. No one knew how many mutants were being detained in the facility or what was to happen to them. Evan stood in from of the rounded building, and placed his hands on his hips, his blue pinstriped suit jacket rested over his forearms. “Lovely place, shame it’s got a rodent problem.” Evan said as he examined the building and people traveling through it.

“So what do you propose Evan?” Vernon asked calmly, as if the two were in a business meeting.

“I propose you teleport any mutants held inside out of there. While hold off any opposition. Then I will tear this rat trap down around their ears.” Evan replied with eyes fixed on his target.

Vernon looked up to the sky and spoke softly, “Dear lord, keep your eyes on me as we run the edge of hell. Keep us even in the midst of our folly. Amen.” Vernon prayed as he believed that they would need it for what was to come ahead.


Kyle Jean-Claude

"Hopefully I'm not the only one getting sick of their pranks," Jonathan said with a sigh, leaning against the counter casually, still managing to be taller than the Frenchman despite his best efforts to lower his height. He lifted the coffee and drained half the cup, then set it down gently. He ran a hand through his hair, moving it back out of his face a little better. "I feel like I'm getting old myself when I say things like that." He looked to Kyle. "So what does a handsome young man like yourself do all day? Wont you entertain this old geezer with your stories," he joked weakly.

Kyle looked up with surprise in his eyes. He was surprised that Jonathan would call himself a geezer. Kyle found such quirky jokes amusing. Kyle snickered a bit and cleared his throat to formulate his response. His French accent was ever present and only added to his allure, “Well I am no scholar of the English language but you are not fitting the definition of Geezer. But nevertheless it would be my pleasure to entertain you.” Kyle replied as he noticed that the wine cabinet was right next to him and he turn to open it, reaching for a bottle of wine and a wine glass. After pouring a glass he replied to Jonathan with a smooth smile. “Handsome men like me… hmm… well I for one spend and awful amount of time hiding my alcoholism. I am French you know. Most Americans, like Logan, think it’s distasteful to drink in the morning.” He took a sip of wine and then held his glass up in the air, in a gesture to Logan. “I am French I don’t function without wine in the morning.” He said to Logan from across the room with a sly grin on his face. Logan simply shook his head as he had given up fighting Kyle on the matter.

Kyle wasn’t a true alcoholic but he did drink with the best of them. Kyle took another drink of wine and said to Jonathan, “I do work out a lot. I am a model so looked ‘handsome’ is my job and to keep your age from showing you’ve got to work harder for it.” Kyle snickered a bit. “So what do you have planned for today, if you don’t mind me asking? Mind if an airheaded model tags along?”

Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr

Charles had once more used Cerebro as he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. He picked up on some activity. Cerebro had begun to log data on the two mutants. “We are going to need to assemble the X-men soon. Multiple hotspots have emerged on Cerebro’s grid. I must monitor the situation before we make a move.” Charles said with worry in his voice.

Erik regretted that they would be sending the x-men once again into the middle of the chaos when all most wanted was to have a quiet moment of lasting peace but today was not their day. “Alright Charles. Just please don’t strain yourself.”

[OOC: Sorry I accidentally tagged Nathan Quinn.]

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Character Portrait: Keith Jathens (Bullet Lion) Character Portrait: Niles Cranston (Boom Shard)
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During the daytime inside of New York, all sorts of noises could be heard. It was a busy city after all and the cars, people, and even the buildings seemed to be adding sounds as if it was a orchestra of some kind. However, it seemed even though there was nothing surprising about the volume of people's voices and also the music that could be heard in different areas, there had seemed to be one person that was almost deliberately trying to single handily take the volume to the next possible level.

"What do you mean you won't feed me!?" The young man with biker like clothing roared. By looking at him you could tell he had traces of both your normal everyday punk, and also, a hint of your common disturbed teenager.

"I'm sorry kid, but it's my policy to not feed children during this time of day. You should be in camp or something. Besides you neither have money or a valid ID." The greasy hot dog stand man said, surprisingly in a calm tone.

"Oh really? Well you just don't know how to make money. I have all of this right here."
"We don't take hundred dollar bills."

The young man wasn't satisfied by that answer. Immediately he kicked over the stand spilling piles of hot dogs all around the concrete streets. Throwing a couple hundreds at the stand owner he smirked, "Well, Guess you can use that money for something after all huh?", before taking a few dogs, a canteen of ketchup and a pack of hot dog buns. In all truth he did pay for his meal. He maybe paid more than he should have, but it seemed the officer on duty wasn't convinced that he was a good stable citizen.

Keith Jathens, only 17 years old had never been arrested in his life, even though he had pulled off all sorts of stunts like the one he did but six hours ago. He was what some would call, an escape artist. He on the other hand just believed that if the cops couldn't beat him, then why would he let them catch him. He had a weird way of thinking. Some of his thoughts even counted his others and where he had meant to just take the hotdogs without paying, it was either his pride or his conscience that caused him to throw away his last bit of money. He ended up ditching the food so that it wouldn't slow him down too.

Walking out of the subway which held the men's bathroom that he was hiding in, he sighed to himself while walking in a zig-zag formation. He hated it. Not only was he in a city he wasn't used to being in, but he was also left without food. Sure he had a place to sleep, but that would only be good until the next month. It was easy enough to say that he was in a stupor of being poor. He wondered if he should try robbing another bank or a store, something which he hadn't done in a long time.

Naaah. That's not even a fun way to make money.

It was true. An act such as that had become so easy to him, he honestly thought about getting a job before robbing another place. He continued in his lost senses until he heard some type of distorted conversation before feeling a pressence on his face which cause him to back up in a kneeling stance. "What the... Watch where you're going." He growled looking up at the guy. Judging from the mans clothing he suddenly created the idea to rob him. He seemed rich enough. Although, the man offered his hand to help Keith up, which not many people did in this day of age, making the boy take back his thoughts. He couldn't do harm to a person that showed him kindness, no matter how rich looking the person looked.

The man began panicking after he helped Keith up and the boy in turned scowled at him. He swiftly sniffed himself to see if he was foul. He remembered taking a shower just yesterday, unless he had slept a day, which he was known for doing. It seemed not to be his smell, but maybe embarrassment, or possibly the man was busy. He didn't know. He did know that right behind them, two cops had pointed at him and he quickly grabbed the mans arm. "Listen. Don't say a word okay?" He ordered not explaining much.

"Sir we're going to need you to come with us." One of the officers said.
"Why? I didn't do anything."
"Article 10: Disturbing the piece. Passage 12: Destruction of owned property. Article 9: Thievery."
"Awe come on, I'm only a kid. Plus I gave the man money so all should be fine."
"You must learn that there are consequences for your actions. . . Hey." The officer said turning to Keiths new "friend". "Aren't you that guy... George. What's that guys name. The one that sells the jewelry and stuff."
The other officer known as George apparently looked up and laughed. "Oh yeah. Niles Cranston. You know, I bought my wife something from your make and well, let's just say, we had a good night."
"Did she cook you meat or something?" Asked Keith in an innocent manner.
"What?"
"Well, when you do something nice for a woman, she cooks you meat right?"
Staring at each other the two officers whispered while doing various head movements. "How do you two know each other again?"
"Uh.... Um... He's my....Brother? Yeah. He's my big bro. You know like we have the same mom.... and dad."
"Okay kid." George said patting Keith on the head. Turning to Niles he winked and said, "Seeing as your brother is both innocent and a little bit of an airhead, we can let him go for this little misdemeanor, but please, give this kid the talk or something."

As the officers left Keith let go of Niles arm. "Man those guys are dumb. Do we look related. Hehehe. I wonder what he meant by the talk though. Anyway," He said holding out his hand, "I'm Keith. Nice to meet you. Niles was it? Seems I'm in your debt or something like that so I'm going to follow you around seeing as you might need help with something. That sound cool. I can do anything you want. Listen since you kept quiet like I asked I'll tell you a little secret." Keith looked around. "I'm a mutant. So yeah. I'm pretty much a bad ass. Don't tell no one though. Awe heck. I don't care if you tell. Seriously though, anything you want, I'll do it for you. A rich looking man like yourself might want something. Not saying you have to pay. This one favor's on the house." Keith grinned. "Only one though."

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6 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ryan Legrand (Leviathan) Character Portrait: Vincent Xavier (Psionic) Character Portrait: Terra Reyes Character Portrait: Memory Ashcroft Character Portrait: Cara Black (Shadowdancer) Character Portrait: Canaan Reyes
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Ryan stood, enjoying the company of Memory, and the rest of his family in the kitchen. Though Miss Cara’s question had caught him slightly off guard, as he wasn’t expecting anyone to flirt with him at all, much less openly declare it might happen. Ryan blushed slightly, before speaking. “I think that refraining from that would be best, if you please. I’ve… umm… I’ve recently learned I’m the… uhh… the jealous type, and though I’m sure such minor flirtations would be a joke to you, I would really appreciate if you didn’t tease me like that. I tend to take things like that rather… umm… poorly.” Though Ryan had spoken what was in his heart, it made him nervous. He didn’t like sharing such intimate details about himself with anyone really, even Jean or Memory, but he knew that answering honestly was never a bad thing to do. He smiled weakly, before answering the other question he was posed. “No thank you. I’m not a fan of coffee. To my nose, the smell is absolutely wonderful, but to my taste buds… not so much. Thank you anyway.” At that, Ryan turned and headed towards the fridge, grabbing a glass along the way. “I am a fan of juice though.” He said, directing his thoughts to Cara. At that, Ryan poured himself a glass of orange juice, putting the carton back when he was finished, before returning to Memory’s side once more.

Meanwhile, Terra and Canaan walked the halls of the Xavier Mansion. After a while, they neared the source of the most interesting scent Canaan had ever smelt before. “What’s the yummy smell Terra?” He looked back at her with a raised brow, “Um… Canaan, not everyone has such a sharp nose as you do. But my best guess is that is where all the people are. At least the ones we haven’t seen from that time.” Terra continued walking and eventually he too could smell something in the air, it was a scent he was unfamiliar with but it made his mouth water. What is that smell, it’s making me hungry. As they drew closer the sound of people talking could be heard, and Canaan’s tail twitched as she recognized some of the voices from before. The two stopped just outside of view of the kitchen and shared a pointed look with one another before stepping into the kitchen.

Ryan sighed contentedly. It was turning out to be such a pleasant morning. He felt himself relax and his hand found Memory’s waist once again. Her touch, her scent, and her warmth was truly doing wonders for his anxieties. He felt so much calmer with her, so much more at ease. He laughed more openly now than he ever had before in his life. She was so good for him. However, such tranquility never lasts long. Suddenly, and much to his surprise, the smell of earth filled Ryan's nose. It was odd to be certain, to smell such a strong, earthen scent in the kitchen, which had previously been nothing but the sweet aroma of pancakes, the warm scent of coffee, and the sharp bite of citrus fruits. The smell of wet clay, dried out dust, and black dirt was nearly overwhelming in contrast to the gentle smells of breakfast that permeated the kitchen of the X-Mansion. Intrigued, Ryan turned his head to the strange new smell, which was accompanied by a pair of footsteps and the smell of an animal. It was the same type of smell that Ryan, Logan, and even the predator, Sabertooth, carried. The smell itself wasn't very strong, it never really was, but Ryan would recognize it anywhere, and it wasn't one that he was used to smelling within the house. Immediately, upon seeing the face of the boy who he had fought only just a few days ago, Ryan's nostrils flared, the hair on the back of his neck stood up straight, and he opened his mouth, showing his rapidly sharpening canine teeth, and growled loudly. His vocal chords beginning to shift into their more bestial, and raspy counterparts. So too was his bestial form threatening to come forward, as his eyes had already shifted into the golden, slitted eyes of the Leviathan, and small pockets of scale had begun to spring up all over his body and face. He set down his glass and stepped forward, throwing his right arm out, in front of Memory and Miss Cara, as if to protect them from the threat. “What're you doing here? You wanna fight again?” Ryan asked, his voiced was edged, and threatening. Even after he had finished speaking, his growl continued, low and rumbling.

The moment Canaan and Terra entered the room, they were met with hostility. Something the two had experienced many times before, at least before their time with the Morlocks. Terra took a step back while at the same time, Canaan took a step forwards. Her arm shot out in front of Terra to protect him. “Stay back Terra you’re in no condition to fight. I’ll take him on.” She said through her teeth, as anger clouded her vision; it was this creature before her, threatening Terra, that caused her beloved brother to go into that coma-like state the last time. Already her hair began to grow into a more raggedy appearance and the faint strips on her body were becoming visible, taking on a darker hue than before. “I’ll rip out your throat before letting you anywhere near Terra.” Growling her voice took on a more ferocious and feline tone.

Ryan only responded by deepening his transformation. Rage clouded his vision, as he stared down Canaan. Those two were a threat to his family, and if they were here to fight, Ryan would tear them to pieces. Though his bestial form was already threatening to come forth at the pair’s appearance, but it had hastened in response to Canaan’s challenge. As she growled at him, Ryan returned the gesture, growling louder and deeper than he had before. His eyes burning with anger, Ryan’s gaze never wavered. Claws shot from his fingertips, his tail snaked out from his pants, and his skin darkened, becoming gradually more covered with scales. His ears lengthened, and his teeth sharpened. Lastly, a barbed hook grew out of the end of his tail, which thrashed wildly, and large spines, made of thick, dark scales, shot out his back. His horns erupted from his temples, and swept back to his neck before jutting out in front of his mouth. The transformation was complete. Ryan was ready to fight.

Terra gulped, well aware of the results of the fight that was about to become reality, so taking a step forwards again he pushed aside Canaan’s arm. “I can fight my own fights Canaan and although this one may be one of them it isn’t worth our time, especially mine. Think about it for a second, why in the world should we fight amongst the very people who took us in? This isn’t how we repay our hospitality even if you had no other choice.” He put his hand on Canaans shoulder and squeezed it; with his strength it sent pain into her body which helped snap Canaan out of her near rage. “Besides you wouldn’t have won anyway, not against those armor-like scales.” Canaan shuddered, hearing the cold truth escape from Terra’s lips and in an instant her body relaxed. The tiger stripes lost their color and faded so they were near impossible to see against her already pale skin. Looking back at Terra, she rubbed her shoulder, rolled it around, and frowned, “You didn’t have to hold me that tightly you know.” Terra glanced at her but only for a moment, a look of apology flashed across his face before it once again went back to a calmer state as his attention was fixed on the black creature before him. “I’m Terra by the way, Terra Reye’s. This temperamental feline here is my sister, Canaan.” He continued to speak. “Now I don’t know what happen while I was asleep but from what my sister tells me, you guys offered us a better place and possibly a future, one that wouldn’t have been possible with the Morlocks. I thank you for the offer but we have no intention of staying her for long but I am curious as to what it is you guys had planned for us.” Terra cleared his throat not really used to talking so much, it was starting to make him anxious to get out of the room. Not to say he was shy or anything, he was just so used to letting Canaan do all the talking. But seeing as she nearly went into her rage-mode it wouldn’t have been wise to have let her negotiate with them.

Though the boy, Terra was his name, didn't appear to wish to fight, Ryan's instincts told him differently. There was no open hostility about him, he was actually very calm, and was negotiating wisely. Regardless, something within urged Ryan forward. Ryan had to suppress another growl as Terra introduced himself to the group. Ryan watched the new boy closely thinking only of fighting. Should he and his sister prove a threat, Ryan would be at their throats. Wait... their throats? What am I, some kind of animal? Some kind of... "Monster..." Ryan whispered to himself, finishing the train of thought out loud, but trailing off. A monster... Am I... what's wrong with me? Ryan had never thought like this before, had he? He had never wanted to viciously kill someone before, had he? Then, with a sickening lurch in his stomach, Ryan remembered. His hands flew up to his face, covering his eyes. He stumbled, and hunched over, fighting wildly with the anger within himself. His transformed state fluctuated. His scales became thicker in some spots, but much thinner in others. His spines grew and shrunk randomly, and his eyes fluctuated between green and gold with alarming rapidity. Ryan felt the Leviathan’s presence in his mind, and suddenly, with a surge of adrenaline, Ryan remembered. Against his will, Ryan saw red, and his memories opened up and swallowed him.

Ryan remembered that time with David; it had only just been last night. Ryan had wanted to rip him to pieces... Ryan had wanted to... eat... the pieces. That was different; it was because I was jealous of him and Memory. It's totally different to want to kill someone who's going after the girl you like, isn't it? Isn't it? Ryan thought, desperately trying to rationalize his wicked thoughts. His eyes stared blankly through his fingers, as the Leviathan crooned in his ear. With a jolt, Ryan’s transformation stabilized, and his scales filled in. With horror rotting away at his gut, Ryan remembered what he had done as the Leviathan. He remembered hurting his friends. That girl, with the tiger stripes, Ryan had fought with her as well. He’d nearly killed her. He had wanted to… to devour the black haired boy, he wanted to rip his enemies to pieces and feast on their soft flesh. He remembered how he had fought with the Juggernaut, how his feral mind had pushed him past the point of humanity, and into the realm of true, bestial strength. He had been… he had been a monster. Ryan growled, and he shook his head, as if to shake the thoughts from his mind. He needed to speak with Vincent about this. This was… this was… scary.

Standing up straight, Ryan halted the reckless transformation, and reversed his form back into the pale skinned boy he knew he was. He knew he was. His roiling emotions were getting the better of him. He shouldn't be thinking this way. It wasn't right. It wasn't what the Professor, or Vincent would have wanted. Ryan needed to think calmly and compassionately. His scales withered away, his teeth and claws retracted, his tail snaked its way back into his pants, and his golden, slitted eyes, returned to their normal, human green. Stepping forward, somewhat awkwardly, and offering his hand to shake, Ryan spoke. “Well, since you’re not here to fight, in that case, let me be the first to say, welcome to the X-Mansion. I'm Ryan. I’m sorry I yelled at you. It wasn’t very nice of me." Though Ryan smiled, his mind was working furiously. He needed to get out of here. He needed to speak with the professor. This wasn’t the first time he’d been like this. It needed adjusting. He needed help.

Terra watched patiently as the black creature seemed to fight with himself on his next course of action, seeing as his opponent didn’t want to fight him. The black beast transformation was interesting. Watching him, Canaan couldn’t help but feel a bit of jealousy towards him. On the other hand Terra merely watched with cold eyes, ever since he entered that room, even when the black beast started to threaten him. Not once did Terra break character and lose his composure, instead he kept a passive face, unlike his sister. Seeing Ryan’s offered hand, Terra took a few steps forwards to reach it and take it into his own hand. Continuing forward, Terra stepped a bit closer and put his other arm around Ryan’s shoulders in a brotherly hug, “Next time I won’t be so peaceful. I only stopped the fight because I knew Canaan wouldn’t stand a chance against you. Besides if it were me, I’m betting you won’t get off so easy like last time.” His voice was quiet so only Ryan would hear, and know that Terra had meant every word of it. Ryan suppressed another growl. “There won’t be a next time.” He whispered back. “This is my home Terra. My home. I grew up here. I belong here. I have nowhere else to go back to. I don’t care what you do here. If you’ve been invited then it’s not my place to tell you to leave. However, you remember this. If I get even the slightest inkling that you’re planning to hurt my family, my precious friends, I’ll rip you to pieces.” Breaking apart, Ryan maintained fierce eye contact with Terra, neither boy willing to admit defeat to the other.

After a few seconds, Ryan realized that his transformation had ripped his clothing to shreds. Suddenly remembering where he was, with everyone looking at him, Ryan became rather shy. He was practically naked. “Well then, if that’s settled, I’ll be taking my leave. Please, help yourself to something to eat. This is your home now too.” Ryan said coolly, trying not to cry from embarrassment. Turning on his heel, he sent Memory a fumbling, apologetic glance. Hopefully she would get the message that he wanted her to stay. Ryan wanted her to talk with him, to calm him down, and make him feel better, but he knew that he couldn’t rely on her for everything. Ryan then headed for the door, intent on getting back to his room to put on some clothes that didn’t make him look like he’d just been sent through a wood chipper.

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Character Portrait: Ryan Legrand (Leviathan) Character Portrait: Jonathan Moore Character Portrait: Kyle Jean- Claude (Marvel) Character Portrait: Terra Reyes Character Portrait: Memory Ashcroft Character Portrait: Cara Black (Shadowdancer) Character Portrait: Canaan Reyes
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Memory gave a slight shake of her head politely to Cara's question on a coffee refill before taking another swig of her morning wake up juice. As Ryan stumbled through his sentence and left to get his juice, she smiled. He was cute, no, adorable like a little boy. In a moment of realisation at what she had just thought she frowned slightly and shook her head.
'Well, I won’t be saying that to him. I can see how he could take that the wrong way.' She finished her coffee and placed the cup down as Ryan returned and slipped his hand onto her waist again. She liked it. It was reassuring. Sweet. It made the entire morning seem brighter. Like there was a new glow to the world. But then it all went to crap as two people walked in, a man and a woman. She immediately recognised them as the siblings from the Morlocks. As her gaze focussed in on Canaan her face twisted into a mixture of annoyance and mild disgust. If there was someone she wasn't wanting to see, it was that bitch.

Jonathan rolled his eyes playfully at Kyle's words and crossed his arms over his chest, one eyebrow raised slightly as the Frenchman told of his drinking habits and daily activities. He chuckled slightly at the airhead comment and looked to the ceiling trying to think of what he had planned for the day. The fact that they were being hunted and couldn't go out into the streets, it significantly lowered their options.
"Well... I suppose we could-" A loud growl made him turn quickly to its source and a sick feeling hit his stomach. Ryan began to shift slightly into his Leviathan state and stepped in front of Cara and memory. Jonathan's hazel followed Ryan's to the pair that had just walked in. He had heard about them, but had yet to the see the siblings.

“What're you doing here? You wanna fight again?”

Jonathan took a sharp breath in at the mention of fighting. While he preferred to settle things a little more diplomatically, except when it came to David, Jonathan could understand why Ryan would want to fight. But he refused to have Ryan fighting now, not while his sister was in a position that she could potentially be hurt.
"I'll just... I'll be a sec," Jonathan said to Kyle, his eyes now on Memory, as he walked forwards quickly, but cautiously. Not far from her though, he stopped. He slipped off his glove and let it drop to the ground. They both watched Ryan and the feline growing more and more ferocious until Ryan furthered his transformation. Without another thought, Jonathan sprang into action and moved behind Ryan to his sister, grabbing her hand and pulling her back behind him. At first she was ready to protest, but seeing Ryan now in full Leviathan form she thought better of it.

Memory's mind was racing. She was starting to freak out. How could such a perfect morning have turned around in two second? How could everything good been turned upside down and into... this? A strange satisfaction, and almost pride, washed over her as she saw the fear on the man's face when Ryan let his true power show. There was something about him that she didn't like, though it was likely more to do with his sister. Jonathan was matching her thoughts, but for a different reason. He didn't trust this Terra. The way he was smooth talking his way out the situation... there was just something off about him.

Before they could continue to think on their distrust of the pair, a word slipped from Ryan's lips that made both Jonathan's and Memory's blood run cold. As he said "Monster...", they looked to each other with wide eyes, half in worry and half in fear. They had been trying to show him that he wasn't a monster, that he was just as normal as everyone else, that there was nothing wrong with him, but this had just erased everything they had been working on. Jonathan stepped back and pushed Memory behind him further when Ryan reached up to his face and his scales and body began to grow and contract randomly. A sudden fear, greater than she should have been feeling, pulsed through her body. Her fears were corrupting, distorting into something worse. She looked down to her hand, still held tight by Jonathan as he kept her back, then snatched it back as she realised where this feeling was coming from. He looked back at her for a second in confusion, but returned his eyes to Ryan when it seemed he had begun to calm down. She followed suit.

“Well, since you’re not here to fight, in that case, let me be the first to say, welcome to the X-Mansion. I'm Ryan. I’m sorry I yelled at you. It wasn’t very nice of me."

As Ryan offered his hand, Terra came forward into what seemed like a brotherly hug. Jonathan narrowed his eyes as he watched them. Something wasn't right. He just couldn't trust them after this, couldn't see why they would just retract their claws and go straight into something so... personal? Intimate? Separating, Ryan looked down at his shredded clothes and tried to act as if he were unaffected by the fact he was practically naked.
“Well then, if that’s settled, I’ll be taking my leave. Please, help yourself to something to eat. This is your home now too.” He made to leave quickly, and Memory started to go after him, but Jonathan grabbed her wrist gently and stopped her.
"Leave him be," he said quietly to her, "give him some time to calm down." She opened her mouth to protest, but then closed it again. As much as it pained her to admit, he was usually right about these kinds of things. He gave an understanding smile, and then moved away from her.

His eyes lingered on Terra for a moment, a look of distrust barely concealed, before he smoothed out his expression so that he seemed unaffected, maybe just concerned. He walked back over to Kyle and leaned back against the wall. He leaned in a little closer to Kyle.
"I don't trust him," he said quietly. He shook his head and stepped back, turning to Kyle with an apologetic smile. "Sorry 'bout that." He cleared his throat and gave another quick unsure glance to the pair, before finishing the conversation they were previously having.
"How does a walk sound?" He asked with a smile. "I need some fresh air."

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Character Portrait: Sabertooth (Victor Creed) Character Portrait: Jean Grey Character Portrait: Annabelle Greyson (Enigma) Character Portrait: Jennifer Harolds (Clarity)
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Annabelle Greyson and Jennifer Harolds
Annabelle let out a sigh of relief, assuming Victor hadn't heard Aurora's mockery, Annabelle watched as he approached Jean, blissfully unaware of the conversation they were having. Annabelle turned to Jennifer and smiled, knkcking the headphones off her head and switching her telepathy off, the chatter of the students and the drumming of cutlery on bowls or plates returned to her.

"Hey, sis," Annabelle whispered, making sure no one else could hear her voice.
"What's up?" Jennifer simply replied, her eyes still watching the Sabertooth.
"How's my dad?" Jennifer blinked in surprise, her eyes broke away from Sabertooth and she turned to Annabelle.
"Your... your dad?" Jennifer managed to say, the shook leaving her slightly speechless.
"Yeah, how's he doing?" Annabelle was genuinely curious about how her dad was doing without her around to look after him.
"He's... he's fine." Jennifer told her, she managed to pull her eyes off her sister and just watched all the students run about getting their breakfast. "So's mum, by the way."

Annabelle looked away from her sister, she thought she'd annoyed her so she ate the rest of her breakfast in silence. As did Jennifer, her headphones playing her music again, forming the beats again.

Clarissa and Rose
Rose ran up the apartment block stairs, "Please! Just leave me alone! I don't want to hurt you!" She screamed as her pursuers chased her up the building. She opened the apartment door and ran in. "Clarissa! Help me!" Clarissa stepped out from the kitchen, her blond hair pulled back in a ponytail.
"What's wrong?" Clarissa didn't have a chance to get an answer before Rose ran behind her and 3 men ran into the apartment.
"Clarissa and Rose Flemming, you're under arrest." Clarissa felt an anger boil in her and before she could stop herself, she thrust her hand towards the men. Huge spikes protruded from the ground, impaling the agents. The cool blue of the ice was now a thick red that slithered down to the floor.

Rose let out a long breath, a shiver crawled up her spine, but she ran to the three bodies lying in the hallway.
"Clarissa... Clarissa, they're... they're dead." She whimpered, her eyes starting to well with tears as her hands and clothes turned red. "We... we... we have to... call someone." Clarissa merely shook her head.
"Rose, go wash your hands and change your clothes. Now." Clarissa ordered, but Rose merely looked up at her.
"But... but we have to do something."
"I said now." Rose didn't need told again, as she scrambled up and ran into the bathroom, Clarissa could hear the water running as she went into the bedroom and grabbed a change of clothes for her sister. Once she got them, she threw them into the bathroom, causing a yelp from the frightened girl. Within 10 minutes, the girls were already running down the street, Clarissa was walking ahead, her hand gripping onto Rose's as she trailed her to the subway.

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Sam watched the bustling streets with a worried frown. The familiar sound of morning traffic and reassuring scent of New York streets did little to ease his aching stomach. Worry was clouding his mind and affecting his body. He had heard the stories about the HMR, and he didn't feel great going to one of their headquarters. But seeing as one of his best friends, Ethan, was contacted and told to come in for questioning, he couldn't let him go by himself. With Sam's shield, he could protect them. Besides, it was his fault. He had wanted to mess around with their abilities. Sam's ability is nearly invisible, but Ethan's ability to defy gravity was not. He was just worried.

They crossed a road quickly and finally reached the door of the looming building. His eyes tracked the building as it rose to the sky. His stomach twisted again and he caught his friend's arm gently. Ethan looked to him, his face mirroring the concern and fear. Taking a deep breath, he voiced what was worrying him.
"You know," he began, taking another glance at the pillar of glass and metal and back, "you don't have to do this. I say screw 'em. I mean, for all we know this could just be a trap." At this Ethan's face went pal, paler than Sam ever thought was possible. He cursed in his mind at himself and sighed. Giving Ethan a reassuring smile, he nudged him forward, but lingered for a moment to project out his shield. He focused on sending the energy away from him and felt it pull from his body like a second skin, the stretching causing a discomfort in him mind and body. He had to push it out far enough that it basically became air before he could put it around his friend to protect him. The strain was torture. It was like holding a stretch for too long. Finally he stepped forwards and retracted it to cover them with a gentle sigh of relief.

The walked close together into the somewhat busy reception and towards the front desk. To avoid causing suspicion he retracted his shield more so that it didn't hit anything. While the shortening of his shield was a relief, having to maintain that distance perfectly was just as much effort. The man behind the desk looked up, a bored and generally tired expression on his face, before asking what they were needing.
"We were asked to come in for... questioning," Sam said, his confidence fading more the further into the sentence he got. The man's eyes grew wide for a second, but he recovered quickly and sheepishly motioned to where they had to go. Sam nodded and gave Ethan a gentle push in the right direction when he didn't move.

Waiting at the elevator the pair was sent to was a tall man in a black suit. as they approached he ushered them inside the open doors. Sam and Ethan gave each other a quick look to reassure each other, then climbed in the metal box. Sam pulled his shield closer and closed his eyes taking a deep breath.
'If we make it out of here by the end of the day, he so owes me.'

Setting

23 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Scott Summers (Cyclops) Character Portrait: Sabertooth (Victor Creed) Character Portrait: Ryan Legrand (Leviathan) Character Portrait: Logan (Wolverine) Character Portrait: Jonathan Moore Character Portrait: Philip Klein (Boom-Boom) Character Portrait: Kyle Jean- Claude (Marvel) Character Portrait: Ororo Munroe (Storm) Character Portrait: David North (Agent Zero) Character Portrait: Jean Grey Character Portrait: Vincent Xavier (Psionic) Character Portrait: Annabelle Greyson (Enigma)

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Niles Cranston

The young man seemed to scowl when Niles bumped into him but only momentarily. Right behind Niles and Keith, two cops had pointed at Keith and he quickly grabbed the Niless arm. "Listen. Don't say a word okay?" Keith ordered not explaining much.

"Sir we're going to need you to come with us." One of the officers said.

"Why? I didn't do anything." The young man replied.

"Article 10: Disturbing the peace. Passage 12: Destruction of owned property. Article 9: Thievery." The officer retorted.

"Awe come on, I'm only a kid. Plus I gave the man money so all should be fine." said the seemingly crafty young man.

Niles stood puzzled by the happening. He remained silent as he took in what was going on. It seemed that this young man was in a spot of trouble and needed a helping hand in getting out of it. Niles was deciding what he was going to do. He had his own troubles to deal with but he couldn’t help but rack his brain with how to help the young man out.

"You must learn that there are consequences for your actions. . . Hey." The officer said turning to Keiths new "friend". "Aren't you that guy... George. What's that guys name. The one that sells the jewelry and stuff."

Niles looked a surprised in a somewhat lofty manner as the officer recognized him. Answering casually, “Ah, yes. I’m Niles Cranston.” He replied.

The other officer known as George apparently looked up and laughed. "Oh yeah. Niles Cranston. You know, I bought my wife something from your make and well, let's just say, we had a good night."

Niles replied pleasantly, “Is that so? I’m glad she found my work satisfactory. And that it was worth the purchase for you sir as well.”

"Did she cook you meat or something?" Asked Keith in an innocent manner.

"What?" the officer inquired.

"Well, when you do something nice for a woman, she cooks you meat right?" Keith continued.

Niles stared curiously at the young man. ’How peculiar he is.’ Niles thought to himself.

Staring at each other the two officers whispered while doing various head movements. "How do you two know each other again?"

"Uh.... Um... He's my....Brother? Yeah. He's my big bro. You know like we have the same mom.... and dad." The young man replied quickly.

Niles’ expression was unchanging as if the statement were true. He decided to play along. “Sorry officers, my little brother has always been a bit awkward and prone to misbehave when nervous.” Niles added.

"Okay kid." George said patting Keith on the head. Turning to Niles he winked and said, "Seeing as your brother is both innocent and a little bit of an airhead, we can let him go for this little misdemeanor, but please, give this kid the talk or something."

“Yes, sir. I promise officer, you won’t have any more trouble out of him.” Niles replied with a relieved expression and then looked down at Keith with the scowl an elder brother would give.

As the officers left, Keith let go of Niles arm. "Man those guys are dumb. Do we look related. Hehehe. I wonder what he meant by the talk though. Anyway," He said holding out his hand, "I'm Keith. Nice to meet you. Niles was it? Seems I'm in your debt or something like that so I'm going to follow you around seeing as you might need help with something. That sound cool. I can do anything you want. Listen since you kept quiet like I asked I'll tell you a little secret." Keith looked around. "I'm a mutant. So yeah. I'm pretty much a bad ass. Don't tell no one though. Awe heck. I don't care if you tell. Seriously though, anything you want, I'll do it for you. A rich looking man like yourself might want something. Not saying you have to pay. This one favor's on the house." Keith grinned. "Only one though."

“Nice to meet you Keith. You’re quite a strange one, I must say.” He shook Keith’s hand. “As for doing me a favor… well I’m not sure what to ask of you. Regarding my fortune… well, I’m not sure how long that’s gonna last now.” Niles let out a heavy sigh, the pressure of his predicament once again weighing upon him. “By the way, your secret is safe with me Keith as it is the same as the secret I’m keeping, or at least was keeping up until moments before I bumped into you.” Niles then sat on a nearby park bench. “I’ve just been blackmailed and set up by a rival in business. He gave my name to the HMR and they will most likely lock me away. No one will want to do business with a mutant, he said. He might be right. I’m finished, so Keith I don’t think it would be good for you to get involved with me.”

Niles sat and rubbed his brow. “If only someone would put an end to the HMR. Then no one would have to fear being hunted down by them. Maybe sending them a message via force will be enough. My mentor Emma Frost, said that I should fight for the freedom of mutants. I might get caught but I’d rather get caught fighting for mutant kind then running away. I’m already in the spotlight of the HMR so I can risk getting caught but you’re under the radar for now, and I’d rather you stay that way. So I can’t ask you to help me with my plan.” Niles was concerned for Keith. In the short time he’d known the young man, he’d developed a fondness for him. Niles felt like he was safeguarding his own estranged little brother.

The Kitchen

Vincent grew quite concerned with Ryan’s sudden furry. It was a rare sight for anyone to see Ryan in such rage. He was almost terrifying, ready to rip anything that moved the wrong way to shreds by the looks of him. “Whoa whoa… Ryan buddy it’s alright! Please calm down.” He said.

Fuyumi had begun to approach Ryan and Jean stepped forward but Logan motioned for them not to get too close. Logan understood the kind of rage Ryan was exhibiting, he and Sabertooth often met with such standoffs. It was purely a miracle that the two hadn’t tried harder to kill one another while in the mansion for so long. The two simply kept a mutual distance from one another and that seemed to help a bit. “Look there will be no fighting you got it?” Logan said after Ryan challenged Terra.

Scott stood from his chair ready to break up a possible fight. Things seemed to calm down before he could say anything. Hideki, for the first time, was actually afraid of Ryan. He had never thought Ryan could become so fierce and angry. When Ryan calmed down, and reverted back to his human appearance, his clothes were tattered all over. Hideki called after Ryan as he left the room, but Cain placed a hand on his shoulder, “Let him be for now Hideki. He’ll come back around when he’s ready to. He probably wants a little space for the moment.” Cain said to Hideki.

Jonathan walked back over to Kyle and leaned back against the wall. He leaned in a little closer to Kyle. "I don't trust him," he said quietly.
Kyle took a moment to evaluate Terra for himself. “Yes. I too am a bit, what is the word? Ah, apprehensive. I agree.”
He shook his head and stepped back, turning to Kyle with an apologetic smile. "Sorry 'bout that." He cleared his throat and gave another quick unsure glance to the pair, before finishing the conversation they were previously having.
"How does a walk sound?" He asked with a smile. "I need some fresh air."

“It sounds great to me. A little fresh air will do me good too. Too much too fast. I’m embarrassed to admit it.” Kyle chuckled.


Ororo Munroe

Storm had arrived in the LaGuardia airport that morning from her trip to visit a few friends of the X-men. She caught a cab to the X-mansion eager to surprise Charles, Erik and the others. She unlocked the front door and was greeted with the familiar sights and sounds of students. She could hear the commotion in the kitchen, so she placed her bags down and walked toward the kitchen with a curious tilt of her head. She smiled the whole way there. She quietly entered the doorway to the kitchen as Kyle and Jonathan were just reaching the doorway to head out.

“Ah, Hi there Kyle, or should I say Marvel Boy?” Ororo said pleasantly with a smile.

“STORM!!” Kyle exclaimed. “That was a really long Holiday you took.” Kyle added.

“Yes, a much needed one. Northstar sends his love Kyle.” Storm replied casually. “Jonathan, have you grown taller now?” Storm asked as she had as she embraced him, being sure not to touch his exposed skin.

“Oh! You went to see Jean-Paul?! No wonder you didn’t want to leave. I wouldn’t have either.” Kyle replied with a smirk. Kyle had the biggest crush on Northstar. It was Northstar who was responsible for Kyle’s referral to the Xavier Institute.

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to come home. I could never stay away from here. Besides Jean-Paul isn’t the only one I went to see. I also met up with Dazzler and Gambit. Everyone they send their love.” Storm said with a gentle smile.

Hideki was so excited about Storm having met up with Dazzler. She was like another mentor for him, in different ways than Logan was. Like Dazzler, Hideki shared many of the same light based abilities but his were plasmatic in nature rather than only light. Dazzler had taught him a few things on her visit to the mansion some time ago. They also shared common ground as they were both popular singers. Hideki loved the Disco Dazzler.

“Storm noticed Jean among the usual crowd. Jean had left before Storm had took her holiday and she hadn’t expected to see Jean back so soon. She was very glad that Jean looked well. ”Jean! I didn’t expect you back so soon!! I’m so glad, and I’m sure Scott is too.”

Jean rushed over and gave Ororo a big hug. Scott smiled proudly at Storm’s comments. “It’s great to have you back Storm.” Scott said as he as well gave Storm a hug. Storm was like another family member of his. Her not being around was like having a sister not present at home. He was always concerned and waiting for her safe return so that things would be as they should at home.

Logan couldn’t retain his smile, “Ororo it’s about time.” Logan said trying to mask the excitement in his voice.

“I missed you a lot Logan.” Storm replied as she walked over to him and hugged him.

Vincent approached Strom and embraced her. “You always could sneak up on me. My telepathy never works well with you. I tricked myself into believing that I would have been able to sense when you were going to arrive home.”

“I guess I win then.” Strom giggled. “You’ve been treating Philip well I assume?”

“Yes, considering how much of a trouble maker he is.” Vincent replied while looking Philip up and down with a smirk.

“Shut-up… Vince.” Philip replied trying to contain his snickering. “Hi Storm.” He added.

Storm greeted the others warmly and then looked about to see a few unexpected faces, Sabertooth, David North, Agent six, as well as a few new faces. “Well, well, it seems I’ve missed a lot.” She said as she placed her hands on her hips.

“Yeah… There’s a lot we’ve got to get you caught up on Ororo.” Logan said. An explanation followed.

Setting

23 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sabertooth (Victor Creed) Character Portrait: Ryan Legrand (Leviathan) Character Portrait: Logan (Wolverine) Character Portrait: Jonathan Moore Character Portrait: Philip Klein (Boom-Boom) Character Portrait: Kyle Jean- Claude (Marvel) Character Portrait: Ororo Munroe (Storm) Character Portrait: David North (Agent Zero) Character Portrait: Jean Grey Character Portrait: Vincent Xavier (Psionic) Character Portrait: Terra Reyes Character Portrait: Memory Ashcroft

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Andy

The young man looked over his shoulder then to the left and right. Seeing no one in sight he continued on towards his destination. He pulled the collar of his jacket up, he was just about to stuff his hands in his pocket but stopped halfway in doing so. Shaking his head he began to mutter quietly under his breathe. Most of what he said was inaudible but every now and then you'd catch a few words and random strings of sentences like, "They're following me" "Got to get away" "No touching" "Not safe, not safe."

He stared down at the sidewalk he was walking on, not being very careful of bumping into someone. His clothes covered nearly every inch of his body save for his hands. That's where the power was concentrated, Andy walked in a nervous manner, his eyes flitting back and forth, his shoulders hunched and he kept walking back and forth between the door of a building to the end of the street said building was one.

Andy glanced up at the crowd of people passing him by. He caught on the words "Freak" "Is he homeless?" And others similar to that. His right eye twitched and he shook his head before hunching his shoulders again and started to mutter under his breathe. In his rising paranoia, Andy wrapped one arm around his stomach his hand balled up into a fist while the other was pulling his lower lip. Still walking back and forth a new sentence was added to his mutterings, "I didn't mean too" "Leave me alone" "Alone, lonely be alone."

Suddenly Andy stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder. A man in a suit with a fedora was heading in his direction. He wore dark sunglasses and immediately bells began to ring in his head. But Andy stood stock still his hand lowered and a look of awe passed his face, then his head twitched to the left. And just like that it was over, he spun on his heel the mutterings got louder and his arms were at his sides as he took wide steps to get away from the man in the suit. Andy kept looking over his shoulder to see the man and he did which only made him more paranoid. Walking even faster he reached the door but wasn't sure how he would open the door without disintegrating it.

Looking over his shoulder again the man in the suit was even closer then he was before and Andy jumped. In doing so he instinctively grabbed a hold of the door handle and pushed his way inside the building. The whole time his attention on the man in the suit. Andy was oblivious to the yelps of surprise from the people as there was no longer a door to the building only a pile of rubble.

Ace&Agent Six&Emily

Ace nodded at Logan's reply with a smirk on her lips. "That's nothing new, their always at it even if its quietly." Ace scratched her head, not really sure where she'd have to stand in this. Sure she disliked humans, rather she found them to be quite amusing with their little antics to be the alpha of the pack. Not that they're doing any good about.

"Oh really?" A look of amazement crossed Emily's face and then turned to a welcoming smile. Nodding at Cain she continued to smile but it eventually exchanged itself for something of a worried frown as their debate grew more and more heated. But she took no part in it, Emily disliked it when everyone bickered like this. She did he best to lip read but everyone was yelling and talking fast so it was difficult for her. Releasing her first sigh of the day, Emily brought her hands to her brow and shook her head. Looking over at Scott and Jean she sent them an apologetic look before she maneuvered herself around everyone and left the room.

Ace listened on, her eyes flicking back and forth between Cara and the rest of the team. Leaning back against the counter top, one arm under the other that held her coffee mug. The young woman took sips of her coffee with every lull in the debate and couldn't help but look in awe at some of the things they chose to say.

Especially Jonathan, who made a pretty valid point. Not that she was going to be choosing sides or anything, hell far from it really. Ace wanted nothing to do with this debate and she cared very little about. So long as I'm not the one getting tossed about like a toy I'm quite content in watching you guys tear at each others throat.

Of course she did care for some of the students, but that care can only go so far. A slight frown appeared on her lips at Hideki's words, not that she was very close with him, hell she wasn't very close to anybody in the mansion. But she knew Hideki would be greatly missed by the others and Cain's response to their favorite fire cracker made Ace snicker. Okay sure Hippie for the mutants. That really won't work well. All your saying is that mutants should take up arms and show the humans just how powerful they are. Like that'll get us anywhere.

The new girl Jennifer earned a internal applause from Ace. A smile curled the corners of her lips and she raised her coffee mug at her. Bravo, couldn't have said it better. And Cara's response made Ace stiffen as she set her coffee mug down on the counter beside her. Without realizing it, Ace began to rub at her wrists, if one looked close enough they would notice the faint scars from her time with MI7. Rolling her eyes Ace could only smirk at her fellow shadow manipulator, You think you've been tortured, I was raised on the very concept of it.

She wasn't really sure how Cara's comment hit so close to home or even get to that place. I must be getting soft. Shaking her head, she rolled her eyes at Cain's open affection for his Russian lover. "Tonto" she muttered under her breathe in her native language.

Agent Six was having a hard time keeping up with the conversation and just like Ace, she unknowingly thought about own situation. The people of WeaponX raised her on torture as that's what Xavier would call it, the program on the other hand would merely call it, "Raising her abilities to another level through pain." She was disrupted from her thoughts when Hideki asked of her thoughts on the subject to which she replied, "You've never experienced real torture." Her words were directed at Cara but she said them quietly so she knew the older woman wouldn't have heard her.

Ace glanced at the entrance to the kitchen and couldn't help but smile at Ryan and Memory. She knew Ryan better than his new girlfriend so she was more keen on feeling happy for him. "Well this is a big surprise. Finally has the guts to do it eh?" Not that she was meaning anything by it. Of course the cheerful mood was interrupted by a loud popping sound from the window. For once Ace was caught of guard but she didn't jump she merely flinched. Looking around she noticed the protective antics from the other guys and rolled her eyes, "How cute, I'm honored to have been protected by a few cocky bastards. What's next, Victor and Logan giving each other brotherly hugs, Si bien tontos."

She wasn't too keen on the next course of events that started with the appearance of two siblings. Ace could only wish she'd care enough to do something about the two's little probing threats and Ace was cheering on Ryan in the inside. "Well glad that's settled, not that I care really, Dios mios, what next are the HMR actually going to show up on our doorstep with cookies?" Shortly after Ryan left the kitchen someone she hadn't expected to show showed up that person being Ororo. "Even better we got our little storm in a bottle back." She said dryly before nodding a greeting at the woman. Ace wasn't much for hugs or greeting people with smiles.

[OOC:Whoops sorry accidentally tagged a Robert fellow:/]