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Dysfunction is a Family Thing; [pietro/wanda/ask]
Topic Started: Mar 2 2009, 01:14 AM (954 Views)
Wither
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Hey

So i'm looking to get Wither all up and going :). Was wondering if anyone had any threads that needed someone or any ideas for starting one up. I have a couple of ideas i'll list them here in a sec but over all I am game for anything.

1. I thought Kevin and Rouge could do some interesting things. Due to the nature of the powers would have a lot in common. And in theory they should cancel each other out. But Thought it could be fun.

2. He was at school for a bit before he fried one of the other students could be interesting to explore some of the backlash from that. he's been avoiding but now that he is coming out could run into some and see how they react to seeing him again.

3. Meets up with some of his new neighbors in Mutants town and gets to know the people who live around him and such or runs into them why he is looking for a new place and intro him to the x-factor boarding house.

But those just some off the top of my head anything else I am game for just reply or hit me up = )
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Wind Dancer
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Hey,

Rogue is one of the characters I play and I agree that doing something with her and Wither could be interesting, but Rogue is currently in the Brotherhood so if we did do something with them we'd have to come up with a reason why the may encounter each other.
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Wither
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Hmmm. Well Wither left the school a few months back. And BH people are always interested in defectors lol. That's the best I have atm. But i'll think on it some more and see if I can come up with anything else for it.
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Wind Dancer
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It's true they are...she might have been sent to try and recruit him for the BH or something. I'll try to think of something else to and let you know. ^_^
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Surt
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I have found myself with a lot of time on my hands lately, and thought i would start a new thread with Surt. Now that the one he is in is inactive. Surt would be interested in joining the brotherhood if someone would be able to help him. It should provide some interesting role play i hope. I know you guys said that it would be weird for Surt to join, but he would keep his hatred of non Aryan down, as long as he is with the brotherhood. And pretend to only hate humans. He is not stupid after all. But if anyone wants to do a thread about something else, then just write and I'm sure we can figure it out.

Lastly please feel free to tell me if i am doing something that ruins the thread we might be playing. I have a feeling i might be doing something wrong since people stop replying to many of the threads I've participated in, both as Surt and Speedball. Please tell if I'm doing something wrong, I'd rather be criticized than have no one to rp with ^^
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Longshot
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I don't think you've done anything wrong. Post counts drop during the school year and several of our players have had either moving or internet issues. Surt needs to get involved with the Brotherhood so you need to start pming Brotherhood members so that you can get a situation moving and get something to do. As For Speedball, there are a few open threads in the school that he could be joining. You just need to keep your eyes open. Maybe pm a couple of the students and see if they are interesting in starting a thread.
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Wiccan
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Time of Day: 10:30 am
Place in Timeline: February 4th




Billy Kaplan stared at the entrance of X-Factor, feet planted firmly a few inches from the first step, somehow refusing to budge, like the soles of his shoes had been superglued to the sidewalk. A slushy mixture of sleet and rain whirled and sloshed against his skin, heavying his hoodie against his shoulders and adhering the fabrics to his arms. Nearby, an overhang snapped in the wind, cracking like gunshot in the downpour. Yeah, drowned rat wasn’t really the most endearing of looks, and honestly, he felt incredibly gloomy, slouched outside, in the rain, hood doing nothing to stop his hair from plastering across his forehead, like some hopelessly lost emo kid, but the doors frowning before him had, in the past five minutes, managed to morph into the manifestation of all of his fears. Like they had grown a long white beard and were poking at him with a gnarled chunk of wood howling ‘you shall not pass’ in an epic tone of voice.

Mrs Grey-Summers had told them he was coming. Well, ok, so… it wasn’t exactly next day or anything. Actually, it was more like a month since, but y’know, who was really counting? It wasn’t like he was this big important issue to any of the X-Factorites, far from it… hardly any of them even knew who he was, probably… the only problem with that being that by now they had in all likelihood forgotten about Jean arranging for him to visit. It had taken him that very protracted amount of time to work up the courage to actually make the trip… yeah, ok, it only took a few chanted words spat out into the quantum ether of reality and he could arrive on their doorstep in a swirl of springtime blues, but there was that whole dubious, hesitant, unsure, incredulous wedge in his brain that refused to budge no matter how much he kicked at it. It sat there, relentlessly moaning and griping about how he would be screeched at by that Pietro guy at five hundred miles an hour, that the sister would be some freaky psycho bint with her head in Nowhere Land and her feet in the Swamp of Insanity, and that he would end up more confused and more freaked out about what was happening to him than ever before.

He’d done his mantra stuff and made sure to end up somewhere within Mutant Town, since he really didn’t want to find out what would happen if he ended up transporting unannounced into the reception area of a super powered detective agency. Then he’d gotten directions from some guy who had looked like a Star Wars reject, and the tiniest old woman, who hadn’t even reached Billy’s hip, and from there the warlock had walked the rest of the way. Yeah, walked, that novel thing you did with your legs. Now said limbs had apparently decided to stop working.

The plastic sheeting fired another shot. Billy found his way onto the first step, and got stuck again.
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The Angel was dead and the headquarters had been a grim and quiet place. The night had been spent with many tears, and memories shared. Pietro had not partaken in the weeping, though he had felt... something. It was not easy to define what he felt. The Angel was halfway between the heavenly figure Wanda believed him to be and the normal man he might have wanted to be, at least in Pietro's mind, and so it was difficult to understand how he was expected to react to this.

So, as was Pietro Maximoff's habit since he developed an evolved inability to sit still, he did what he was best at, and he ran, patrolling the city so that they were certain that there was nothing more to come from this. If it was related to Warren's kidnap and torture then there had to be absolute certainty that there were no further targets. The rain and sleet had begun, and Pietro, who sometimes professed he could run between raindrops, definitely could not, so he was drenched, cold, and no more settled than when he had lit out.

He slid to a halt in front of the headquarters, zipping past the slow moving delinquent who stood at the stairs, frozen in position with obviously more than the perception caused by Pietro's speed. He stopped in front of the boy, his arms folded over his chest, his black and white uniform shiny with rain, his white hair plastered to his head. He looked rather as miserable as he felt, but this boy put him to shame. Comparatively, Pietro looked as if he was skipping rope and singing gleefully.

So, this boy wished... something?

Pietro looked at him and realized that he knew him, or at least had seen him before. "You are from the school, yes? Come inside. Your Schoolmasters will have my head on a platter if I allow you to catch pneumonia." He climbed the steps, and held open the door, looking back at the boy. "Come now. Clearly you want something to have made this journey, and now your presence has been found out, so skulking about in the rain does no one any good. Perhaps my sister will be around to make you something warm to drink, or Shane? He is fond of making flavored coffees. Do American Children drink coffee? Hot chocolate perhaps. That is far better I think."

He was being very patient with the child, in his opinion. He did not need the aggravation of this dawdling today, but he was trying to be patient, perhaps out of respect for the generosity of the Angel that had saved them both a long hard year ago.
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The blurred shape that whizzed past Billy almost gave the warlock a heart attack, since the arrival was so abrupt and he had been so lost amongst his gloomy reverie that he hadn’t been paying any attention to the world around him whatsoever, let alone expecting the unannounced manifestation of a person right before his eyes. This stony-faced newcomer was obviously Quicksilver, the very individual whom Billy had been freaking out about, and the X-Factorite certainly didn’t seem particularly happy to see him, although that might have been since he looked like a half-drowned rodent himself; the weather certainly didn’t instil feelings of joy and gaiety.

His first question drilled out like gunfire; Billy’s mouth opened in an attempt to reply, but didn’t manage to get a word in edgeways, since the frosty-topped speedster just kept on talking. Wiccan’s attempted dialogue went along the lines of “I… yes but… no it’s… actually that’s…” but none of it ever managed to get past monosyllables and cut-off sentences.

Finally he just gave up, and stepped through the open door, the hems of his trousers sludging from the sodden damp and the soles of his skate-shoes squeaking on the floor. He shoved the hood away from his tangled black locks, shaking his head slightly and sending drips flying.

“You’re Pietro, right?” Billy asked, swiping at his rain-drenched face, his stomach twisting into knots, since the horror stories in his mind were all on tenterhooks, waiting to be fulfilled. Part of him was wondering, glumly, since he had the whole reality-shaping thing going on, if being worried about it would actually create it, which just ended up turning into a vicious thought cycle.

“I actually… kinda came to see you… well, I came to see your sister, but uh, I know you two are, well I’ve heard you guys are pretty close so I...” Oh, my, god, Billy, just shut up before you do yourself an injury. “Mrs Grey-Summers said I’d be coming over,” he finished, looking even more miserable. “A while ago… I kinda got preoccupied with stuff. Sorry.”
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The boy entered, removing his hood and dripping onto X-Factor's scuffed floor. Pietro kept him in the lobby for the moment, rather than have them both track wet and muddy trails across the whole of the headquarter. This place had no fireplace, having been a gym and not a residence really, but it had radiators and the like, all centralized and pumping warmth via whatever modifications Jeffries had made. It was warm enough after the chill of a New York February. Pietro did not, however, offer to take the boy's wet outerwear, instead merely indicating the coat rack by the door.

The child stammered out that he was here to see them, more specifically to see Wanda and Pietro nodded, remembering that Jean had spoken to them about this some time ago. The boy had taken his time getting here. Clearly, he was terrified. Pietro pushed his long white cowlicks into some semblance of order and said, "You act as if you expect me to strike you and throw you into the street. What do they say about me at that school? Obviously nothing flattering."

He turned and headed for the stairway, beckoning the boy on, "My sister is in her rooftop lair, and it is probably best we go to her. Step lively, and do not hang back as if you fear my rumored violence and wicked temper is a contagious disease. I am not so bad as they would think if they were all not so slow witted. I would be insulted at what they have told you if I held them in any esteem." Blustering annoyance, but all hot air and impatience.

Leading the boy up the three flights to the roof, Pietro marched him to a door that stood freely in the middle of the space, attached to nothing. He opened the door and revealed the extradimensional room that were his and his sister's apartment, something closer to the gypsy vardo that they had lived in as children, but also with the appearance of an alchemists laboratory. "My sister, I have found a drowned refugee from the Xavier School who has braved the wrath of fearsome Pietro to see his wise and generous twin," he announced, flamboyantly, "And, perhaps there will be hot chocolate for the poor half frozen travelers?"
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Wanda’s red chalk scored the wall as the pair entered, the mark looking like a scarlet, bloodless gash in the wall. The stick of chalk fell from her fingers to join other discarded pieces around her feet. They were real chalk, made by time from the fossilized bones of tiny dead creatures and colored by minerals. Decorating the wall was a jumble of overlapping drawings, letters, and symbols, with parallel lines among the mess that looked vaguely like a section of street and buildings.

"My sister, I have found a drowned refugee from the Xavier School who has braved the wrath of fearsome Pietro to see his wise and generous twin," [Pietro] announced, flamboyantly, "And, perhaps there will be hot chocolate for the poor half frozen travelers?"

Wanda half turned at their arrival, grinning at Pietro’s ebullient entrance. They came from a people that enjoyed conversation as entertainment, not merely the giving and receiving of information. “Ah, I see, my darling.” With one last look at the … map or whatever it was, she picked up a nearby towel and wiped her fingers, making a small cloud of dust. “And the battle, was it fierce?” She asked blithely, taking an ancient looking heavy black kettle from the table and suspending it over the hearth fire. Wanda’s large dark eyes regarded Billy, he did indeed look like a drowned rat, and yes, half frozen too but was there, somewhere within the gawky lad, something else.

“Are you afraid?”
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Not quite sure how to reply to Pietro’s snappy verbosity, and not particularly wishing to tumble all over his words and look like he had the IQ of an amoeba, Billy instead plopped his jacket on the indicated peg and silently followed the speedster up the stairs. Admittedly, the general opinion that seemed to follow the male half of the Maximoff twins around hadn’t exactly filled Billy with confidence, but at first impressions he seemed reasonable enough, if totally impatient and abrupt. He was like the complete opposite of that crazy Italian at the school, who was the only other speedster Billy had ever met. The warlock wasn’t entirely certain which he preferred- grumpy and short tempered, or doesn’t-ever-stop-ever-just-won’t-shut-the-hell-up.

With a flourish Quicksilver flung open the apartment door, dramatically announcing their arrival, which Billy might have reacted to if he wasn’t taken aback by the scenery that greeted them past the threshold. His jaw slackened. A quick glance at the roof outside confirmed that they were in fact still within the same building and hadn’t been transported to some distant plane of reality. It felt odd, though, almost like a slice of cake portioned in an offset from the usual, three-dimensional world. “Did you do this?” he asked in wonderment, before actually setting eyes on the dark-haired gypsy woman.

He frowned slightly; there was this odd background feeling that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Maybe it was some far off sense of familiarity in knowing that she too could bend the normally solid walls of existence and shape them to her will. Whatever the case, whatever she was doing, all those scribbles and chalky scrapes caught his attention, furiously grazed along the wall.

Was he afraid? She asked, watching him levelly. “I don’t know.” Because he had a feeling that she hadn’t been talking about his being freaked out about her brother or coming here at all. Honestly, half of the time he didn’t know what to think, or feel, since the flood. He was probably being far too abstract; then again, they were sitting in what appeared to be a festive, brightly coloured gypsy caravan with a touch of weird science. Billy could almost picture some sort of insane professor with hair poofing madly at the sides of his head, tottering from one end of the room to another.

“Are you lost?” he asked, nodding at the scribbled, map-like marks that were scoured across the wall, wondering what she had been doing and why. Lost, or looking for a way to turn, like he was, or perhaps he was just desperately looking for something or someone to relate to.
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“Ah, I see, my darling...And the battle, was it fierce?” [Wanda] asked

"I was generous today, beloved," Pietro said, kissing her on the cheek, and wiping a smudge of red chalk from her pointed chin. "When have you ever known your brother to treat children cruelly," he glanced over his shoulder at the dumbfounded boy, "Even ones who expect horrors from me."

Wanda and the boy begin their conversation and Pietro slipped into a side room to change into something dry. He would not normally leave his sister alone with a stranger, but this was a child, and he was seeking something from her. Pietro thought back to when Jean told them that the boy would visit to retrieve his name... William Kaplan, who had chosen the codename Wiccan. Unusual that so many of the evolved chose names of descriptive natures. Perhaps it was similar to the archaic idea of 'slave names,' or maybe indicative of a rebirth, a casting off of who they were before they evolved. At any rate, Pietro didn't think too deeply of it, as he changed from his sodden uniform into a pair of linen pants and a grey sweater with a black stripe across it. He stepped back into the main room, having only been gone about three seconds, and handed a thick cotton blanket to Billy.

"I will stoke the fire, higher," he said, an exasperated note in his voice that only Wanda might know was feigned, "Clearly I am to play housewife while you two discuss things far above my head. I will make some ciocolata calda for us all, I suppose." He looked at the boy, "You have probably only had American Chocolate. Thin, watery and barely palatable. Wanda, make our guest comfortable and I will froth the cream to mountainous levels just as you like it."

He moved to their small kitchen area to listen to what was going on without interrupting. He wondered what the boy wanted of his sister and was certainly hoping that he did not hem and haw for long.
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Wanda looked on as Pietro fussed and poked at the fire, stirring up the embers into a blaze. She leaned close, looped her arms casually Pietro’s neck and kissed the snowy white crown of his head, “I will explain all the heady thoughts to you later, my darling,” her delivery, as always, so deadpan that only someone who knew how her mind worked could know if she were teasing her fussy brother or was being completely serious. He was not to be cajoled from his martyrdom but promised lots of frothed cream for the chocolate. She left him to his work, knowing that he would be ever watchful.

“I don’t know.” he said but to Wanda’s ears, it lacked conviction. She stared at him, seeing the dark clouds of fear and confusion circle around the dark haired boy. His gaze shifted and he sent it past her shoulder. “Are you lost?”

“Lost? I am never lost, I am always here,” and pointed down at her feet. “Sometimes the world does not have enough good sense to be where it needs to be, but I generously forgive its occasional lapses in good judgment. That,” she half turned back to the marked wall, which Alex would’ve had a heart attack about if it had happened downstairs, “is where demons come through at night to take people away; the faeries told me.” She made a dismissive gesture with her hand, “But you should never believe what the faeries tell you, that would be foolish. So I went there.” She stopped and smiled when Pietro held out a mug of chocolate, steam rising from the foamy cream. “Thank you, my darling,” she took the mug and continued as if there hadn’t been a break in her rambling chatter. “And so I went there and saw many ill omens. It is likely a worn spot that spits out things that should not be; they,” and here Wanda made her hand like a fish swimming through water, “slip through. The signs are there if you look.”

She took a sip of the rich, chocolate, momentarily having a chocolate moustache before it disappeared with an unconscious swipe of her tongue. Her gaze drifted away, taking on a daydreamy cast, “I was lost once,” she said, not seeming to notice the incongruity with her earlier declaration, “Lost in the darkness of my own making.”
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Her initial philosophisings about being lost and feet and the world being nonsensical were strangely comforting. It was nice to hear some sort of explanation that allowed for the weirdness of this world, that admitted it and didn’t try to chisel it down into logic that just couldn’t be applied to the unrealness of reality, or as those that could bend it truly saw it. But that immediate encouragement pretty quickly gave way into mindless ramblings-- demons, faeries, and omens- um… what?

Somewhere amongst the winding tale she spun, Pietro offered Billy a steaming mug of well-frothed chocolate. The warlock took it with a nod and a thank you.

Taking a gulp of the hot chocolate—too big of a gulp, it burned his tongue and he ended up flapping wildly at his mouth, eyes bulging—Billy quickly tried to process what she was telling him. Despite almost scalding his taste buds clean off, the brew was wonderfully thick, rich and flavourful. If he hadn’t been completely blindsided by this bizarre story she was spinning he might have gawped and commented about how he’d never had such an amazing cup of cocoa before. As it was he just flailed for a moment, eyebrows shooting up towards his brow line.

“I was lost once,” she said, not seeming to notice the incongruity with her earlier declaration, “Lost in the darkness of my own making.”

“That’s kind of the reason I came here… well, sort of, it’s…” He stopped, biting his lip, staring down at the snowy peaks of cream that floated atop the liquid. “Complicated.” Yeah, too complicated. “Something… really big happened. It was my fault. I don’t understand these powers… I don’t understand what’s happening to me. Some days I feel like the universe is unravelling. I’m just me, but I’m… this thing, and I can’t put it into focus, where it makes sense, where I can, I dunno… just feel normal.” Billy glanced back up at her, meeting those warm doe eyes with his own chocolate truffle ones. “They told me we have the same abilities… sort of, I suppose. I just… I need some answers.”

Like she was going to be this well of ultimate knowledge or something.
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