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| Wandering into Trouble; [Kate, Jara, Open] | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 8 2007, 05:58 PM (867 Views) | |
| Kate | Oct 8 2007, 05:58 PM Post #1 |
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It was barely past dawn when Kate rose from her bed, dressing quietly so she wouldn't wake her roommate. Sleep just wasn't an option, not at the moment, so she slipped out of the room and made her way outside. The cool, fresh morning air was soothing, perfect to think in as she wandered out to the forest. Clumping through the underbrush, Kate breathed in deeply. She wondered vaguely if she was breaking curfew, but at that moment she didn't really care. Kate really wasn't one to disobey rules, or break curfew, but the past few days had been stressful for the young girl. Feeling sorry for herself, but knowing that she was acting like a baby, Kate eventually came to a clearing, where a large tree had fallen and lay on the forest floor, rotting. Taking a seat, she drew her knees up to her chin. Glancing down, Kate found that her skin was a pearly blue, reflecting her emotions. Sighing, she tugged her sleeves down, wondering if she could ever get her emotions and skin color back under control. Thankfully the only things in the forest that could see her were the little critters all around, but Kate wasn't exactly Snow White, and the animals weren't exactly flocking towards her. Yawning, Kate reclined on the log, pulling her red hair back into a bunch so that it wouldn't get caught in the bark. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad here after all. |
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| Jara | Oct 8 2007, 06:43 PM Post #2 |
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The sun had just barely found its way above the horizon, the forest that buffered the Xavier Institute's perimeter still cast in a shroud of darkness. An indecent hour to be up by mosts standards. After all, if the sun itself was too lazy to start its celestial patrol, why should you even get out of bed? To Jara, it was natural. Everyday, she felt a stir of energy at around this time, as well at sundown. The big cat her genetics so closely mimicked undoubtedly determined this, instinct tell her this was the best time to hunt, when her sight was sharpest and her prey sluggish and drugged with sleepiness. There was no way to vent this surge of energy at the Brotherhood compound, unless she mauled one of their members. The company handbook said that was a big no-no. The shooting ranges and training courses only served to get her heart pumping, adrenaline rushing, which made her hungers and urges worse. And sparring? Absolutely out of the question. Not only was there no one willing to let her take a bite out of them, but she found this 'play-fighting- to be one gigantic tease. She wanted the real thing, and some indoor artificial simulation wasn't going to get her that high. Her roaming took her a long way out, into a sprawling mass of unfamiliar wood that Jara navigated with an inherent confidence. A triangular pink nose followed the winding path of a deer trail, velveteen paws stalking over the gnarled roots and cool soil underfoot, ears flickering towards the ruffled sounds of sing birds stirring in the morning air. She hadn't taken anything down, mainly because she hadn't found game large enough to invest that effort in. But for the moment, the feline changeling was content with taking in the morning ambient, so different from the urban jungles she was used to prowling. Her thoughts lingered on nothing in particular, simply focused on the current stimuli invading her senses. Just another forest critter, though arguably, a large jaguar was just as out place as a person in this area. She paused suddenly in her stroll, keeping a single paw in the air and descending it lightly on the floor, not a sound made. Her white maw opened slightly, breathing in the air through her nose and mouth and detecting a scent that stood out completely from the rest of the forest smells. A human. Female. Young, not yet fully mature. She carried a scent of distress, subtle enough not to suggest any physical duress... ah, this was one of those mental things, right? What do they call it.... depression! Yes, that's it. Jara was quite pleased with herself, her confident in her olfactory senses, a smug little smile, or the feline equivalent of one, on her face. She followed the trail, leading her to an almost story-book clearing, complete with meadowy grass, a fallen log... and the little girl in question. Her green eyes peered coldly from behind a thick patch of overgrown ferns, spotted pelt meshing as Nature intended it to with the mottled flecks of shadow and light cast by the forest canopy. The child looked depressed, vulnerable, and every shred of murderous instinct told the shapeshifter that this was a prime candidate for a meal. The youngest, the weakest of the herd. The individual that had wandered too far from its protective colony. If she screamed, no one would hear her out here, and the remains would go unseen for a very long time. But she was a tiny little thing, and Jara was a very picky eater. Well, if the girl was feeling so blue (yes, the pun is intended), she might even ask the jaguar to eat her... if Jara offered nicely enough. So while Kate settled herself upon her log and sulked, Jara moved herself into position, weaving a circular arc behind her target. Once out of the girl's sight, she moved in, walking close to the ground, and pausing only a single meter behind her. She waited there for a few seconds, inwardly hoping that the child would become aware of the carnivorous presence, put up a chase. But nothing. She remained lying down, her head just begging to be crushed inside a pair of jaws. This was far too easy. Taking a few steps more, Jara sat at the very end of the log, rearing up and placing her large forepaws upon the fallen trunk and resting her head almost cutely upon them. "Why so blue, m'ijita?" Jara asked, a feline croon beneath the feminine alto. Her ears perked forward, and jade eyes focused on Kate. She gave a low, purring chuckle, her tail swishing behind. "Shouldn't you still be sleeping?" Pretty soon, she'll be wishing she was. |
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| Kate | Oct 8 2007, 07:53 PM Post #3 |
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Later on, Kate would be cursing herself for not paying attention to her surroundings. Normally she did, with the well-developed instincts of a mutant girl who is used to being hunted, but the instinct only applied to social settings. Foolishly, she had thought that being in the woods away from people meant that she could drop her guards. Obviously, she was wrong. Staring with half-lidded eyes at the grey sky above -- the sky would not yet be blue for another hour, after the sun had completely risen -- Kate contemplated her new life. Really, it wasn't so bad. Winged guys getting strung up as kites, girls who could manipulate flowers....all of it was without the ever-present threat of hatred towards mutants. Who knew, maybe she could even learn how to fight, and use her powers correctly -- though Kate had no clue how she was going to use her powers to fight...they were completely passive in nature. A deep, purring voice jolted Kate from her thoughts, and she snappd upright with a fluid motion. When she came eye-to-eye with a jaguar, though, that was when she squeaked. In retrospect, it probably hadn't been the best thing to do. Squeaking in front of a very large cat was just asking to be eaten. The next thing Kate did was probably very stupid as well: she moved back about a foot, not caring that she was getting bark all over her clothing. Her mind was still reeling from the fact that A. she was face to face with a jaguar in a forest in New York, and B. the jaguar had just spoken to her. Going through her mind, Kate tried to remember if anyone at the school had the power to shift into a jaguar, but she was new there and didn't know everyone yet. Well darn. It was obvious that the jaguar was a mutant -- hence the talking -- but beyond that Kate had no clue whether she was friendly or not. "Um." Kate finally cleared her throat, trying to make it less squeaky. The most that she could come up with was, "Hi." As absurd as it sounded, Kate was reminded forcefully of Bagheera from the Disney Jungle Book movie, except for the color of her coat and the obvious difference in gender. In any case, it didn't keep her from freezing in place, terrified. Maybe, one bit of her mind supplied, she only wanted to talk. Yeah right, said another part. Kate stared at the big cat with steadily widening eyes, hoping that she wouldn't eat her. Please don't eat me...please don't eat me... It was steadily becoming her mantra. |
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| Warren Worthington | Oct 8 2007, 10:03 PM Post #4 |
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Warren had always been a fairly early riser, unless he’d had a particularly heavy night but today he had woken up exceptionally early. Maybe woken up was an exaggeration, he’d been drifting in and out of a light sleep for a few hours, waiting until it was a fairly normal time to get up but he’d finally got too frustrated with trying to sleep that he’d just risen anyway. He showered quickly and dressed quickly, deciding after a bit of deliberation to put on a hooded sweatshirt rather than wear nothing at all on his torso. It was so tempting, as it made everything so much easier, and gave his wings more freedom, but this was a school and teachers wandering around topless wasn’t the best of ideas. Not that he expected anyone to be out at this time…but still, might as well get used to it. Having the mutation he did, Warren had been able to wangle a room with a balcony, and French windows that opened directly on to it, so he had somewhere to take off and land without causing too much fuss. Opening the doors, he drew in the breath of crisp morning air and then stepped up on to the railings and smoothly took off, his body dropping down before his wings unfurled and swooped him back up again. Winging his way over the Mansion grounds, he let his mind go blank, mostly running through inane things like what he needed to accomplish today and when to schedule the next pop quiz for his class. His eye sight was sharpened by his various mutations and he kept a lazy eye on the ground, partly because he loved watching the ground from the air and partly as a simple precaution. Warren wasn’t the most trusting of men and he generally preferred to trust his own judgement and senses. That was how he managed to catch sight of a large feline form near that of the much smaller human figure. He frowned, instinctively thinking that this was not right at all. Perhaps it was just two of the students messing around, in which case, he could simply land and herd them back to towards the Mansion. It wasn’t technically against any rules to be out in the forest at this time, but it was usually impressed upon the students that it was better not to leave the safety of the Mansion at a time when not many people would be around. Circling smoothly over the clearing, Warren descended through the cool morning air, wings extended to their fullest. To avoid hitting anyone with his wings, he landed a little way from the two figures, one whom he’d recognised as Kate. He was getting a bad feeling he knew where the other was from as well. “Kate. Good morning. It’s a little early to be so far from the Mansion.” He commented, as he walked forwards, wings tucking nearly behind him, attention moving from the young girl to the full grown jaguar, blue eyed gaze fixing on the animal and never leaving it even as he spoke to Kate. “Who’s your friend?” he asked casually. |
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| Jara | Oct 8 2007, 11:16 PM Post #5 |
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Nothing could have prepared little Kate for her run-in with Jara. It wasn't a normal occurrence, falling into the sights of a cannibal. For some reason, the changeling doubted they offered a course on that at their beloved school. Survival 101 - How to meet a psychotic man-eating mutant and live. Oh, the class average would have been brutal. At the high-pitched and girlish cry, Jara merely chuckled. But that laughter failed to reach her jade-colored eyes, which bore onto Kate relentlessly and took in every single twitch and shake the girl made. Her tail flicked to and fro in the manner of a cat's, obviously amused. "Um." Kate finally cleared her throat, trying to make it less squeaky. The most that she could come up with was, "Hi." The jaguar gave an involuntary snort of laughter, though that glimpse of ivory white fangs she was so liberally giving didn't help the effect. "Hola," she spoke, tilting her head to the side slightly, as though looking at Kate from that skewed angle could provide some unknown insight. Her ears twitched lightly, tail still swaying--though obviously a mutant, her animal mannerisms were constant, or at least she played them out to be. She found that mocking a domestic cat's behavior tended to weird people out even more. "I didn't scare you, did I? Disculpame," she added. Hopefully, Kate had been paying attention in Spanish. Because Jara made liberal use of it. She swiveled her hips lightly, a light push of her hind legs sending her onto the log. Her paws shuffled on the fallen tree, kneading the bark lightly in all the manner of a pampered kitten before finally taking a seat. A strange one indeed. "I thought little girls liked cats, though. Or would you rather like a talking bunny?" At that, Jara wiggled her nose and wriggled her whiskers, giggling by the end of her charade. Eh, she couldn't help but toy with her meals. And it wasn't like anyone was about to tell her otherwise... She heard the flapping of wings far before he landed, the jaguar tilting her head up and peering at a funny-looking shape in the sky. It circled around them like an over-sized buzzard, and Jara got the feeling her fun was going to be interrupted. If only for a little while. She remained perched on the end of the log, lowering her head and shielding her eyes with a paw from the gusts of wind Warren's wings generated. Ooh, didn't he look absolutely edible? Kate was forgotten, if only for that moment, as Jara wondered whether this winged teacher would taste like normal human meat or chicken. Warren: the other other white meat. “Kate. Good morning. It’s a little early to be so far from the Mansion.” "Tch, that's what I was telling her," Jara snickered, delighting in the general unease her mere presence caused. Likewise, the feline kept her gaze on the winged newcomer, one dish-like ear kept pointed in Kate's direction. If she tried running.. well, that would really make Jara's day. “Who’s your friend?” he asked casually. A smirk twisted itself across her maw, Jara debating on whether she should reveal her human identity just yet... nah. "Ahh, we just met. Kate here hasn't gotten a chance to name me. So far, all we got is 'Spot'. Any suggestions, Warren?" Jara goaded, cocking her head to the side. She'd taken to scraping at the log's bark by then with unsheathed claws, creating a very annoying and very unnerving noise. "Oh, but nothing lame like 'Princess' or 'Fluffy'. Fuck that." |
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| Kate | Oct 9 2007, 12:35 AM Post #6 |
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Kate was very swiftly getting the feeling that she had stumbled into something that she wasn't prepared for in the least. Oh, the jaguar had laughed and acted a bit like a kitten, but that didn't mean a thing. Not when the laughter didn't reach her eyes. As the jaguar moved to sit up on the fallen log beside Kate, the girl found her eyes moving to watch the powerful claws knead themselves through the bark. Carefully, Kate moved back another few inches. If those claws were anything to go by, she was in big trouble. She had already noticed the ivory teeth that had been so casually exhibited at the yawn. "I thought little girls liked cats, though. Or would you rather like a talking bunny?" Through a suddenly dry throat, Kate whispered, "I'm not a little girl." The whisper had come out of nowhere, and she froze, terrified and wondering what on earth had possessed her to say that. Please, please don't kill me, she prayed. And then, just when she thought there was no hope at all, the fluttering of wings made Kate turn her head to face the other side of the clearing. She nearly sighed out loud in relief, but decided not to. "Morning." Kate ventured, with a cautious look at the jaguar sitting idly beside her. "I...she's...." The jaguar took care of her own introduction -- sort of. Spot? She had to be joking, or else Kate had come into a seriously screwed-up twilight zone. The girl realized that the jaguar's attention had turned to Warren. Maybe, just maybe, she could get away without her noticing. Kate felt a brief stab of guilt fo leaving Warren, but she figured that Warren had wings, and good control of his powers. If worst came to worst, he could fly away. Carefully, while Spot was focused on Warren, Kate slid off the log and to the ground. Watching her feet so that she wouldn't accidentally step on any dry branches or leaves, the girl set off at a run. Please, please don't notice... |
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| Warren Worthington | Oct 9 2007, 07:47 AM Post #7 |
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"Ahh, we just met. Kate here hasn't gotten a chance to name me. So far, all we got is 'Spot'. Any suggestions, Warren?" Jara goaded, "Oh, but nothing lame like 'Princess' or 'Fluffy'. Fuck that." “Now, now, language. There are young ears about.” Warren chided mildly, trying not to wince as the jaguar raked at the bark with its claws. He didn’t take his eyes off the animal but tried to work out what Kate was doing, so far it she’d completely frozen up. He really hoped she didn’t do anything stupid. “Princess and Fluffy just don’t have the right ring to them. They don’t really fit with the psychotic, cannibal type.” He replied, tilting his head slightly. “I think we’ll just go with ‘Bitch’ for now.” He decided pleasantly under no illusion that such things would have any effect on her. “But I don’t really need a name. All I need is for Kate to come here and we’ll get out of our hair.” Warren explained in a civil tone as he shifted his weight slightly closer to Kate. He really wished that he knew the extent of a jaguar’s movement so that he could plan exactly how to deal with it. If he grabbed Kate and took off, the animal still might be able to leap on his back, it was hard to get a quick take off from the ground, and with an extra person, it would be either harder. Right now, back up of some kind would be really welcome, someone with offensive powers. Or even useful powers. “So if I don’t get your name, can I ask what you’re doing in these woods?” he asked, having a feeling that he knew the answer already but wanting to keep things directed away from Kate who was moving off the log. He tried not to even glance at her, not wanting to move the full attention of the shape-shifting mutant towards the young girl, he’d noticed the ear though, the way it was turned towards Kate, and he was not stupid enough to think that at least part of the creature was aware of the girl’s actions. Especially when she turned and started running. You have go to be kidding me. “Kate, don’t-…” Warren began, jumping into action, moving swiftly between the path Kate had taken and the jaguar. It was a stupid thing to do, but he had very limited options. If he took off and went for help, Kate would surely be dead by the time he got back. He couldn’t follow her into the woods and take off as he couldn’t fly between the trees and the only other option was getting out of there and leaving Kate to her own fate; something that was never really option in the first place. “You don’t really want to go after her” Warren pointed out. “I’m bigger, I’d probably make a tastier meal than her, especially with the wings.” He added, considering that there was a fourth option...Jara kills him, and then hunts Kate down. That was looking like a serious possibility. Maybe he could lead her on a little chase though, maybe get lucky and grab a hold of some part of her…the river wasn’t far from here. Dropping her in there from a height would certainly slow her down. Then he’d just have to find Kate and get back to the Mansion |
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| Jara | Oct 9 2007, 06:56 PM Post #8 |
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Jara gave another snicker of laughter at the reprisal. “Oh, it’s nothing she won’t be hearing eventually. Nothing she won’t be seeing. And like little Kate here said, she’s not a little girl. Is she?” She paused to glance at Kate, so far immobilized by the situation. But soon enough, she’d take off running, like all mindless, fear-gripped animals do. She regarded Warren once again. “She can handle it.” “Princess and Fluffy just don’t have the right ring to them. They don’t really fit with the psychotic, cannibal type.” He replied, tilting his head slightly. “I think we’ll just go with ‘Bitch’ for now.” “Psychotic?” Jara echoed, apparently not fazed by all the other character slurs, but taking offense at being called crazy. “Hey, I’m not crazy. I just know an easy meal when I see one.” And to illustrate that point, the jaguar licked her fangs. To her, Warren had all the appeal of a pheasant… a really good-looking pheasant, but that’s beside the point. “Besides, technically I’m not human right now. So that doesn’t make me a cannibal.” She could hear Kate begin to move by then, her own clothing betraying her movement as the fabric snared and snagged against the bark, ignoring his bid for civility. With a single swipe of her paw, she could have easily crushed the girl’s skull in, swatted that frail body lifelessly to the dust. Warren had to have known this. But Jara was feeling surprisingly generous that morning. But like any natural-born predator, Jara was going after the easy kill first. “So if I don’t get your name, can I ask what you’re doing in these woods?” And he was still trying to distract her. You get an ‘A’ for effort, sweetie. “Just out for a run. Kate’s gonna help me out with that, right?” And just as she said that, the girl hit the ground running. The jaguar gave a crooning laugh, hopping down from the log in an almost lazy manner. The girl was running so slowly, it was almost painful to watch. She trotted after her in an easy lope, and surprise, surprise, the Winged Wonder butts in idiotically. Or was it heroically? Jara could never tell the difference. “Oooh, what are you gonna do? Tickle me into submission?” she sneered, a low growl now rumbling in her throat. “You don’t really want to go after her” Warren pointed out. “I’m bigger, I’d probably make a tastier meal that her, especially with the feathers.” The feline paused, craning her neck slightly to the side to watch Kate run further away. “Oh, but look at her. She’s so alone and depressed. Pobre bebita... Can’t leave her alone, can we?” And without warning, Jara broke out into a run—two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle, claw and fang barreling down at fifty miles per hour. Nothing to sneeze at. And she showed no signs of stopping; either he moved, or she’d move him. But the jaguar took a slight turn at the last moment, her low position near the ground clearing her of his wings, zipping past Warren, but not before taking a swipe at his knees with a swing of her hips. She could have mauled him. Taken out his knees and sent him crashing to the ground. But for all his seriousness and heroics, Jara just had to toy with him for a bit, and prove that ultimately, if she chose to eat the little girl and him, she could and would. Moments later, Kate would feel a strong arm wrap around her waist, pulling her forcefully to a stop. “Hey, I don’t even get a goodbye? I’m not done with you, sweetie,” Jara cooed, her voice human enough. Oh yeah, it took practice and training to shift that quickly, especially while running at top speed. But this was Jara we’re talking about. The woman didn’t do much else aside from hunting, training, and killing. Oh, Scrabble too. Jara was the current undefeated champion at the Brotherhood. Claws slid out of a pair of red gloves, ripping into the fabric of Kate’s shirt and teasing the skin beneath with their sharpened tips. She was careful not to draw blood. Not yet. So with that unsaid warning, Jara turned them both around to face Warren. In her human form, Jara was actually quite.. small, standing only a few inches above Kate. A cruel trick of Mother Nature’s, really. Her free hand came up to play with a strand of the child’s flaxen red hair, before aggressively pulling on a larger section. “Don’t do that again,” she hissed into her ear, the malice in her voice making it worse than any animal alteration she’d ever muster. Her eyes, unchanged, flickered back to Warren. The snarling expression changed quickly into a teasing smirk. There was no telling what emotions she was really feeling. Might as well give up trying. “I had a pretty decent dinner last night. All I need is a small meal.” Her tail, ever present, gave a pointed flick, as Jara brought her face to Kate’s cheek and gave it a lick. Creepy? Hell yes. “She’ll do.” And with that, she began backing into the forest line. |
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| Kate | Oct 9 2007, 08:01 PM Post #9 |
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The moment that Warren started moving, Kate knew with a fear beyond anything that she'd ever known that she was in it deep. She didn't dare turn her head to see what was going on, only knew that he must be moving if Spot there was about to do somehthing. Desperately, Kate pumped her legs harder, trying to go faster. Was she going to die like this? Her empathy tingled -- for lack of a better word -- alerting Kate to Warren's distress. Before she could think, or even change course, an arm was around her waist, pulling her back with a jerk against a very human body. For a second Kate thought that someone else had stepped in to help, and that everything would be all right, but then she glimpsed a tail from the very edge of her vision. At the same time... “Hey, I don’t even get a goodbye? I’m not done with you, sweetie,” The girl almost cried out aloud at the voice. She twisted and kicked, but although the woman was only a little larger than she was, she was by no means weak. Her grip didn't budge. "No...please..." Kate mewled finally, flinching when claws ripped into her shirt and traced her skin, which had gone pearl white at the appearance of the jaguar-woman. The action was obviously both a threat and a promise, and it did its job: Kate froze in place, only twitching when the hand moved to her hair. Clenching her eyes shut, Kate prayed harder than she'd ever prayed in her life. She couldn't see Warren, and truth be told was afraid to see him and what the jaguar might have done to him. "Warren..." The lick was enough to make her stomach turn, imagining what the woman had planned. Truth be told, Kate hadn't come to the school in order to be eaten. It just hadn't been on her list of things to do. Yet here she was, effectively held captive by a jaguar-woman who was slowly backing into the forest and towards, Kate knew, her meal. "Please." She begged again, softly, shivering like a lamb. Wiggling had done her no good, so Kate decided to do the only other thing left: The girl wiggled around and bit Jara as forcefully as she could, clenching her jaws and hanging on tightly. Maybe, just maybe she would let go. Or maybe, she would bite back. Kate was suddenly regretting her decision. |
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| Warren Worthington | Oct 9 2007, 09:29 PM Post #10 |
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Warren grimaced slightly as the jaguar reacted to his ‘psychotic’ statement, licking her fangs. It was slightly surreal, and yet the immediate danger of their situation was not lost on Warren, it was strange, talking to a jaguar-mutant but this particular jaguar had killing in mind. He didn’t really have anything to say in reply. To him, she was, if not evil, amoral, and obviously not in the good way Emma Frost was. “Oooh, what are you gonna do? Tickle me into submission?” she sneered, a low growl now rumbling in her throat. “I don’t know. I’m not adverse to that idea if it will stop you.” Warren replied lightly. “Maybe a ball of yarn would be a better idea that a feather though. Turn you into a cute little kitty.” He replied. The low chuckle had set a little chill down his spine and he hoped to God that Kate was a fast runner, but unless she had a hidden mutation similar to Quicksilver’s, running wasn’t really going to help. Only thing he could was attempt to give Kate a chance to get away. Jara could take him out easily and as she spoke slyly of the girl’s loneliness, Warren was wondering exactly why he wasn’t being attacked. Not that he really minded, but that was what he expected from Jara, and being played like this made him tense. He had barely finished this thought before the big cat launched herself forwards. He didn’t have time to move, only crashing sideways when Jara’s back end collided with his knees, joints being forced the wrong way with a strength he hadn’t expected. He had imagined her to feel softer, but her haunches were pure muscle and it felt a little like being hit by a car. Warren swallowed a cry of pain, catching himself with his hands, stopping his body from falling completely. He let out a string of swear words, breathing heavily, his head bent as pain shot outwards from his knees. "No...please..." The sound of Kate’s voice made his head whip around and painfully he got to his feet, knees threatening to give out underneath him. He was surprised and a little relieved to see that Jara was now in her human form. The winged mutant put a hand on a tree to steady himself as he stood, wondering how ridiculous he must look, attempting to stand up to this much more aggressively mutated person. As Jara wrenched at the girl’s hair and licked her skin, anger surged through his veins, adrenaline making his focus a little sharper, the pain more distant. Kate’s gasping his name made him all the more angry and defensive. “It’s okay Kate, just stay still. She’s not going to hurt you.” Warren said, his voice as reassuring as he could manage. “She just wants to scare you. Don’t give her the satisfaction.” He told her, taking a few steps forwards as Jara began to back into the tree line. It hurt like hell but he kept moving, hands in front of him in a calming gesture. “Let her go.” He commanded his voice quiet but firm. He had nothing to back such an order up with, but what else could he do? If he was Cyclops he would have hit the smirking mutant over the top of Kate’s head, or Bobby, he could have frozen her in place when she first went after Kate. But he was neither of those, just Warren with his god damn useless wings. Kate’s sudden movement surprised him, but as she bit down on Jara’s arm, Warren used the action as a way of distraction. He moved smoothly to scoop up a large branch near his feet as his wings flared, sweeping downwards, as he took off far enough so that he covered the ground between himself and the other two as fast as possible. Once close enough to Jara, he swung the branch with his own considerable strength, swinging down to make contact with her face. “Kate! Grab on!” he ordered her, letting the swing follow through before detaching one hand and reaching for the girl. He was still in the air, wings powerfully sweeping the air, sending dust and leaves swirling all around the trio, ready to lift him and the girl far away from this place. |
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| Jara | Oct 10 2007, 01:20 AM Post #11 |
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Perhaps somewhere deep inside Jara's mind, she knew that terrorizing a twelve year old girl was wrong. But the part of her that delighted in her prey's thrashing had a far greater say in things, the shapeshifting mutant only holding on more tightly, lifting Kate off her feet. "Hey, stop that, or you'll make your muscles more tough. You don't want me to chip a tooth on a skinny little arm, do you?" Jara snickered, applying more force to her stomach, feeling Kate's ribs protest against her forearm. "Warren..." “It’s okay Kate, just stay still. She’s not going to hurt you.” Warren said, his voice as reassuring as he could manage. “She just wants to scare you. Don’t give her the satisfaction.” The feline woman gave a contemptuous sniff, peering over Kate's auburn hair at the fallen angel. By far, the biggest push-over the X-Men had.. no pun intended. "Who, him? Please, that little shit can't even take a hit. You, m'ijita, are fucked, so get lay back, relax, and maybe it won't hurt so bad.... Hey, nice trick," Jara laughed, watching as the color leaked from Kate's skin, blanching to a whole new level. "Maybe I should take you home and stick you in the freezer.." That conjured up distinct images of categorizing the little girl in her arms into multiple ziploc bags. Sirloin, chuck, brisket... Jara ignored Warren's command, instead nipping at the exposed line of flesh of Kate's neck. "But could you turn red for me? Cherry's the best flavor out there." She continued dragging Kate back, her frown unseen as Kate resumed her struggling. The petite anthro growled slightly, shifting her weight to combat the erratic movement of the girl in her grasp, giving her another sharp tug at her scalp. "Hey, I said stop that--" she warned, but it was soon cut off by a feral hiss. Kate latched onto her bicep like a pitbull, feeling the girl's saliva leak through the material of her sweater. The article was form-fitting, so the extra layer of fabric was of no help. She was used to biting, but being bitten was another story, Jara instinctively taking a few quick, evasive steps back. But of course, she was carrying Kate, and the kid had a surprising amount of jaw strength. Oh fucking joy. Jara tried prying her away by pulling at her hair, but she didn't budge. "Let.. go.. NOW!" she bellowed, swinging mercilessly with her free arm and punching Kate solidly in the jaw. And she would have continued, had not a gust of wind and a familiar rustle of feathers alerted her to a more pressing matter. Jara looked just in time to see a tree branch swing for her head. A look of surprise registered on her face, and Jara threw the girl roughly to the side, jumping out of the branch's path herself. Well, almost. She gave a shriek of pain as it clubbed the end of her tail into the ground. But a lame tail wasn't enough to put the changeling out of commission, and it was Jara that reached out for the angel's helpful hand first, raking her claws into his wrist as she latched onto it. The other took hold of the branch, not too keen on getting bludgeoned with it. Her digits wormed against his skin, burrowing her claws deeper with macabre glee. She was torn between watching the x-man's expression or the fresh trail of blood seep over his skin, pattering onto the grass below. The green color of her eyes flickered away, slowly yielding to a lighter golden color in the presence of this new scent. It wasn't enough to send her on a frenzy, but Jara wasn't about to leave things at that. "So you want to play that way? Fine by me." |
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| Kate | Oct 10 2007, 02:04 AM Post #12 |
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“It’s okay Kate, just stay still. She’s not going to hurt you.” That was easy for Warren to say. Kate bit her lower lip, whimpering when she felt Jara's teeth at her neck. Maybe it would be a quick, painless motion. If she was going to die right at that moment, it might as well be painless. Her plans for a painless death, however, were pretty much destroyed once she sank her teeth into Jara's bicep. Sure, Kate's teeth were no match for the woman's big cat fangs, but they did the job -- or, at least, part of it. Jara stumbled back a few steps, Kate hanging on in determination. Ick. She hadn't bitten anyone since she'd been five years old, but this definitely qualified as a biting moment. All of Kate's thoughts were suddenly suspended when Jara gave her a clout that sent her reeling. It was enough to make her jaw fall slack, which was all Jara needed. But then a branch was coming their way, and the woman threw her to the side; Kate crashed into the ground, her head buzzing from both the clout and the impact. For a long moment Kate could only lie there face first in the dead leaves, stunned and breathing hard. Finally she forced her head up, expecting to see Jara bearing down on her for lunch. No, she was...she was ripping into Warren's arm, delight plain on her face. "Warren!" Kate croaked, struggling to sit up. She had to do something, help him away from the jaguar-woman. But Kate was only twelve. She had no fighting skills -- as witnessed before -- and no powers to help her out when she was in trouble. Using a tree to support herself, as Warren had only a few moments beforehand, Kate pulled herself up and surveyed her options. She couldn't punch or kick worth anything, and if she got too close she'd just be asking to get caught again. Making up her mind, Kate moved forward as quickly and silently as she could, though there was no way that Jara hadn't heard her. That didn't matter; as long as she got Warren away. Taking a deep breath, Kate grabbed the tail that trailed on the ground behind Jara. She'd seen it injured by the branch, and now it seemed the perfect opportunity. "Leave him alone!" Kate hissed, digging her heels into the ground and giving the tail a sharp, hard yank, as though intending to yank the tail completely out. Well, it wasn't far from the truth. For good measure, Kate gave the tail another sharp tug, holding tight as though it were a tug-of-war rope. |
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| Jean | Oct 10 2007, 06:08 AM Post #13 |
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Jean’s hand felt the empty place beside her on the bed, it was still warm. She smiled and stretched in bed, her toes curling as she shivered inside, remembering the night before. In her mind’s eye, she imagined Scott just going back to his room; even though their nights together were less often than people liked to think, he was still uneasy about spending a whole night and leaving in the morning - he hadn’t done it yet. In his mind, it just wouldn’t look right, so he made sure to be back in his room before dawn. She understood it and never commented. Feeling him get up, kiss her cheek and leave for his room, was the only reason she was awake at this late… or way too early hour. She eyed the red glowing numbers of her clock and groaned. ‘When does the morning have to start so early,’ she thought. She tucked hands behind her head on the pillow and sighed. Jean’s shields weren’t solidly in place and she picked up the feelings of: rage, fear and pain coming from a familiar mind. “Warren,” she gasped. Closing her eyes to help her focus, she zeroed in on the scene, looking at it through Warren’s eyes – Jara’s claws digging into Warren’s wrist. Jean’s powers were invisible and moved at the speed of thought. Her telekinesis wrapped around Jara’s body like straight-jacket: binding her legs together, bent at the knees and pinning Jara’s free hand against her body. The only tricky part was Jara’s hand; simply using telekinesis to pry her off would hurt Warren, apart from reaching into Jara’s mind and taking control, which was plan B, she’d need to persuade her to release him. However, she did hold Jara’s fingers in place so they couldn’t go in any deeper. The moment Jara was aware she was levitating and her limbs were pinned, Jean projected the image of Mittens in the Jaguar-woman’s mind, a fourteen year old boy with brownish hair shape-shifting into gray tabby kitten, with bat-like ears, head, and paws that were a little too big for his striped body, but still, cute enough to be put on greeting cards. :: This is Mittens… :: Jean spoke into the minds of all three mutants :: Release Angel or Mittens will be your new best friend…. I will rewire your mind so that his interests are your interests …. Think of all the fun you two can have together…:: She projected an image into Jara’s mind of Mittens rolling around on the floor playing with a ball of yarn, his eyes wide and looking slightly buzzed from all the fun he was having; Jean thought he’d gotten into some wild growing catnip but she never said anything about it. :: I know what you’re thinking…. And you won’t be able to… it would be a futile attempt… but it would help me … I’ve looked into your mind and frankly, would welcome the slightest justification to rip your mind apart and leave you pouncing balls of yarn for the rest of your life. :: |
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| Warren Worthington | Oct 10 2007, 08:46 AM Post #14 |
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Okay, so she dodged. He’d only hit her tail, but that was obviously a weak point. Warren looked quickly around to see where Kate had been thrown, intending to grab her and get the hell away and his hand was still extended when Jara grabbed a hold. He really should have seen that one coming; he was so rusty in combat. He tried to yank away, pulling sharply, his wings sweeping backwards in an attempt to pull himself away but she dug her claws in. Warren’s breathed hissed in between his teeth as the sharp claws broke through the skin of his wrist. The woman dug in deeper and blood began to flow out more readily over the ragged edges of the wound, with Jara’s claws still inside, dripping off the edge of his wrist. Warren tensed; finding that pulling away was only making thing work as she was firmly attached. He could see the way her eyes changed, the colour and the look of joy as she watched the red liquid as the flow increased. "So you want to play that way? Fine by me." “Yes, I really do.” Warren said through gritted teeth, letting go of the branch that she was holding the other end of and punching her hard in the face, exactly as she had done to Kate. Kate…shit. Where was she? He looked around and saw her behind Jara, picking up the feral mutant’s tail and giving it a sharp tug. Despite it all, Warren couldn’t help but give a grim smile. He admired the girl’s guts but also wished that she’d take the opportunity to run, get back to the safety of the Mansion. It was then the he became aware of a familiar presence in the back of his mind. Having spent most of his teenage years and then adult life around telepaths, Warren was used to that tingling feeling of connecting with someone else’s mind, especially when that someone was Jean. “Kate, it’s okay. We’ve got some help.” He told her as she pulled on the tail again. “Just get clear.” He added, in case Jara lashed out at her for the tail pulling. He looked at the woman in front of him, her fingers frozen knuckle deep in his wrist and saw the way she moved slightly, lifting off the ground and then became immobile. His wings slowed and he dropped gently to the ground, his knees protesting but he kept upright, waiting. |
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| Ursula Grayson | Oct 13 2007, 08:48 PM Post #15 |
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It was early in the morning, the best time for Ursula to take a stroll around the city. Even if just a portion of it. Ursula wouldn't bother wasting her beauty on the other freaks at the Brotherhood Estate. However, it was early. Not like many others will be able to take a gander. Oh well, she tries, doesn't she. It actually became quite the stroll as Ursula noticed a clear vibration from a certain direction. Towards the X-Mansion, threw the forest, she sensed a tussle going on. People running over her precious Earth, how dare they. Ursula quickly made her way over to where the vibrations were originated. Took a minute, but she got there. Looks like just in the nick of time. Lady Jag was practically getting her ass handed to her. Urs stood before the three with her arms cross and one leg slanted. She nodded her head in disappointment before releasing a few words. "UGH! Miss Jag, what have I told you about playing with your food," she chuckled at her own wit. It was obvious the man-eating woman needed some assistance. It was a bit funny to Ursula, how Jara has found herself being triple teamed when all she wanted was a snack. Of course she would help, but not before a joke or two. Soon enough, fortunately for Jara, Ursula got into the mix. Rocks of all sizes rose from the ground as Ursula stood in the middle. She looked towards the winged man and sneered. Not to long after, the numerous stones rushed in the man's direction. Maybe they would collide, or could also work as a distraction. Long enough to do what though? Typical Ursula, hadn't thought that threw. Ursula then looked at the small girl with one brow raised. "All of this over you," she asked. Ursula let out a grunt. Now she regretted even coming. For that annoying fact, her hands grew tense and clutched the air. The Earth suddenly began to shake. The trees barely swayed, not much more than a breeze. Not strong enough to alert nearby places but enough to knock over, say, an annoying little girl and maybe others. It was brief and Ursula quickly reeled her power back. |
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