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| Topic Started: Nov 7 2010, 07:09 AM (701 Views) | |
| Insect | Nov 7 2010, 07:09 AM Post #1 |
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November 2nd, Afternoon It was a relatively quiet day in the institute. Or at least it seemed that way. Nothing was exploding... Often. The recreation room was decently soundproofed, so the usual crowd didn't make too much noise. And the study room was quiet enough to be considered unnatural. Even nature in the deadest night would make more noise than the all-encompassing silence of the study room. Each time a page turned in a book, it was almost like shaking a square of sheet metal around. At least, it was almost that distracting. As far as Kiril knew, he was alone at this time. Studying in a room so quiet wasn't that popular, so most kids went to their rooms to blast loud music or they just did their homework with friends. Friends were hard fought for Kiril now. While he had come to terms with his evolution, he still didn't like the way it made him look. The self-consciousness that came with that insecurity usually kept him from getting close. But it'd been a year now since he'd joined the institute, and he knew he needed to shed that awkwardness. He'd gone through a similar situation in junior high, and he'd basically been dragged out of his shell once he'd found a few good, much more outgoing, friends. "Okay..." He muttered softly under his breath, letting out a long stream of air afterward. "I'm not a horrendous monster. I'm just different. Everyone here is different." He shook his head some, just feeling dumb for having to give himself a pep talk. "Just get out there, hang out in the rec room, chime in on a conversation. Just need to get in there and try." The mutant stood up, lowering the hood of his black sweatshirt. It was hot in the thing, but he preferred to keep himself covered. The black lines over his body were a decent portion of his poor self-image. And the pair of antennae springing up from his forehead was a pretty large chunk of that. "C'mon. Not like anyone is going to walk through the door and say 'hi' this instant." |
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| Artie | Nov 7 2010, 07:57 AM Post #2 |
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[align=center] [/align]A cartoony word bubble appeared in front of Kiril, beneath it the smiling face of a small boy who was just as cartoony appearing. Bright pink skin, a blue ski cap with a yellow smiley face on it, and the bright colored t-shirt and jeans combo of a ten year old allowed to pick out his clothes himself. Artie Maddicks, mutant, morlock, and at this moment, scholar. He was supposed to be studying, reading Tom Sawyer for Miss Rahne's class, and then do a project about it. He thought maybe he'd use his holograms to tell the story, and cast himself and his friends in it. He would be Tom, of course, and Rodney would be Huck Finn. His best friend would get a kick out of that, especially the scene where Huck swings the dead cat to get rid of warts. Of course, it might make Rodney want to do that, so it may be better to skip that scene. At any rate, it was supposed to be a surprise , so he was working it out as he sat behind the couch in the study lounge, where no one could see what he was doing. He was small enough that no one could see him and so Kiril didn't know he was there, until at last the paper rattling got to be too much. Artie was mute not deaf. So, he'd climbed over the couch and greeted the older boy, and if he even noticed Kiril's physical difference, his eyes slide right over it. After all, who was he to say boo to someone who looked different. Actually, Kiril looked pretty cool, much better to be striped like a bumble bee than to look like bubble gum. |
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| Yantra | Nov 7 2010, 08:21 AM Post #3 |
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A few months ago taking all physically related classes seemed like a swell idea, but now Keren was feeling the burn. In hindsight, someone should have at least warned him before he cemented his schedule. The class he had with Wolverine alone was bad enough, not to mention acrobatics and everything else. After a particularly jarring day, the young mutant was looking forward to relaxing. He wobbly made his way up the stairs and to the second floor. It had been awhile since Keren checked his e-mail, and he was sure there would be a folder full of Aunt Rachels inspirations of the day. Watching you get your butt kicked on a daily basis is all the inspiration I need. Interrupted Mal, barely managing to stifle a laugh. Whose idea was it to invent stairs anyway? He complained to himself as he feebly waddled down the hall. Grumpily adding: Would it kill you to be nice for once? I wouldnt know, and that isnt a risk I am willing to take. The black bird was flying a bit ahead, since the pace Keren was taking resembled that of a shuffling zombie. Mal was completely visible in the hall, this was something shed be doing more as of late. Keren was really beginning to settle into his new environment, and as each day passed he relaxed just a touch more. When she turned the corner going into the media room she gave a startled SQUAWK! and immediately vanished. She hadnt expected to see a boy standing right inside the door, and if she had a heartit would have skipped a beat. Geez, you almost made me wet myself! whined Keren, for hed simultaneously (and painfully) jerked in fright. I think he is talking to himselfkinda creepy. Said the bird in response. Keren recognized the boy of course. Kiril was very distinctive looking, and Keren had run into must everybody by now. By the time a very tender Keren made it into the room, giant letters had formed in the air, and below them was the pink child known as Artie. On sight, Mal rippled back into corporeality and swooped around the young boys head. Since coming to school at Xavier's Keren had learned something new about his Malshe adored children, and those with a childlike mentality. Any time Rahnes students were around she would cut loopty-lous or let them chase after her. Keren had even gotten used to the sensation (somewhat) he felt when others grasped Mals attention. Hey guys, how goes it? He asked politely. He gave furtive glances over at Kiril. Keren knew what it was like to be bashful, and Kiril seemed to be that plus more. Still he gave the two boys a half smile and said: God I need a chairstat! |
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| Insect | Nov 7 2010, 08:42 AM Post #4 |
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One step at a time. And just like the random battles in a Japanese RPG, he triggered a random encounter just right off the bat. Not even one full step, and sha-bam! there was a bubble of text in front of his face. If Kiril had the same power as the one whod made that, thered be a giant exclamation point over his head. Normally, he was more aware of people around him, but covering his antennae cut off his omni-directional sense. Having only just unleashed it, he was still adjusting from the warm feeling of being inside the hood. And as if to blindside him again, the door just happened to have been intruded upon by a much more normal looking person. Normal until a bird bounced right out of his forehead from seemingly nothing to fly around a kid that had the color of a strawberry milkshake. Taking in the multiple sights was only a small moment for him, once he turned his head to a proper angle to get them both in what was normally peripheral vision. Uh, An eloquent start for Kiril as he tried to respond to the two at once. H-Hey. His voice stammered a little before he took in a sharp breath and scratched at the space on his forehead right between his antennae. S-Sorry, you both got me off guard. I kind of thought I was alone. He let out small nervous chuckle and backed up a step. When, what was his name? Kiril couldnt for the life of him remember who the bird guy was. His head for names was not great at times. But when he asked for a chair, Kiril was quick to sweep one out and turn it to face the guy, just so he could get to sitting quicker. It wasnt as if someone was going to come along and yell at them for messing up the natural arrangement of the chairs. Here Uh. Its going okay, I guess He took a few rapid steps away, before turning to get them both in his vision again. The less socially adept mutant immediately felt a sense of regret and the need to book it clear out of there. He bit his lower lip slightly, just to try to find some comfort in a distracting feeling. Taking another draw of breath, he mentally told himself to relax and just see where things went. Nothing bad was going to happen. Neither of them were at all upset by his appearance. Both of them were friendly enough. He just had to keep calm, and try to connect. It wasnt hard. At least, thats what he told himself. |
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| Artie | Nov 7 2010, 08:58 AM Post #5 |
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If you asked Artie what Keren's powers were, he probably would have guessed it was something like his own, the ability to make hardlight holograms and that was what Mal was. He was too young, and far too childish to understand that the bird was some sort of manifestation of the older boy's soul. It honestly would not have made a lick of sense to him. Keren needed to sit down though so Artie was about to get him the required chair but Kiril did it and that was fine with him. He looked at the two older boys and wondered why Kiril was stammering and hemming and hawing. Putting his finger in his mouth thoughtfully, he decided that maybe Kiril liked Keren. A lot of the boys here liked other boys which was not exactly something that was familiar to Artie. Hell, he was just beginning to realize that girls were pretty interesting, so the whole thing was just above his head, despite Rodney trying to explain things. It didn't really matter, he supposed, and in true little kid fashion, he was immediately distracted by Mal flying around his head. He put out his hand, hoping the bird ghost hologram spirit thing would land on it. This school was really the coolest thing ever. As Keren collapsed in the chair, Artie picked up a magazine from the table and fanned him helpfully. He pointed to another magazine and then to Keren, suggesting that Kiril follow suit. It was good for them to help out their friend. That was what the school was about. Suddenly Artie got a brilliant idea! He looked at Kiril's wings and reached out, not touching them, but almost. Then he flapped his hand to indicate movement before pointing back to Keren. Hopefully the big kids would get it. He was asking him to buzz his wings to give Keren some air. |
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| Yantra | Nov 7 2010, 07:54 PM Post #6 |
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Keren hadnt been entirely serious with his request for a chair, his feigning drama was meant to be a joke, but it certainly produced results. Looking down, he gratefully plopped into the seat and began gingerly massaging his sore thighs. Thanks for the chair man, classes have really been torture lately but when Keren looked up, Kiril was across the room. The poor kid was acting much like a caged beast, stuffing itself in the safest corner after hearing a loud noise. Keren wasnt entirely sure how he could make him feel more comfortable; if anything the I gotta get the hell out vibes were beginning to affect Keren negatively. Another strum on his heartstrings made Keren look around. Mal had just landed on Arties hand, her sharp claws taking extra care not to hurt him. The feeling momentarily pushed Kiril out of his mind, as anxiety flooded his body. Without a word the soul fragment flew back to Keren, and perched on his head. Relief immediately washed the fear away. He knew it was irrational to feel that way every time Mal took a liking to someone else, but he couldnt help it.You ok over there? the bird asked rather pushily. Take a load off, and have a seat. Youll have to excuse her, she thinks she rules world. But Keren gestured to the seats anyway. Keren cast about for something to say and dredged up: So did you do anything fun for Halloween? Just as he moved his gesture into a long stretch he randomly felt a light wind wafting. It was Artie flapping a magazine at him. Keren knew the kid was trying to be helpful, so he worked hard at not bursting into laughter. In fact, Artie inadvertently made Keren feel worse, for the effort to hold in the giggles made his muscles ache. Artie you dont have to But the pink child was on a mission, officiously instructing Kiril to do the same. Again Mal flew toward Arties head, this time fanning him with her wings. This time, Keren gave himself over to painful laughter. |
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| Insect | Nov 7 2010, 08:31 PM Post #7 |
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Calmdowncalmdowncalmdowncalmdowncalmdown. Kiril took in a long, steady, and deep breath causing his shoulders to rise just before he let it all out even slower than hed taken it all in. It took just a moment, but Kiril was starting to calm down. Surprises werent always pleasant things, so when he got surprised, it obviously hit him pretty hard. Yeah, no problem. The stammer was gone, though his speech had slowed down. It wasnt a slow Texas drawl or anything, but it sounded like he was making sure to pick his words wisely. It was all about control. Kirils lack of interaction with other students was quite apparent when he tilted his head slightly to the side in response to the bird manifestation talking. He had solid senses, so he knew for a fact that it wasnt just some sort of crazy hologram. Ill be fine standing. Been sitting for the past while. Kind of nice to actually just stand. Regardless, Kiril felt himself leaning towards a bookcase to lean his back against it, and caught himself just in time to stop. He knew how durable his wings really were, but he was still working on being extra careful with them. The nurse didnt exactly have a lot of experience with delicate wings, and Kiril didnt want her to have to change that. Nah. The one time a year I might be mistaken for a normal guy with a crazy-good costume, I instead spent study-. It was then that Kiril actually took real notice of Artie making motions and fanning Keren. It prompted the already unusual face to quirk an eyebrow, which even caused one of his antennae to rise higher into the air than the other. Uh, I dont think we need to go that far But to bring it all around, the Raven was at it again, giving Artie some attention. Keren immediately busted into laughter, and even Kiril was quietly chuckling, turning his head away some as if to disguise the fact that he was enjoying the moment. Hey um You havent said much actually. Kiril managed to say after a short fit of laughter. Y-Youre not mute are you? It was back to awkward as the insect tried his best to not sound insensitive or like an idiot. I dont really know much sign. Um Just turtle and panda He even signed turtle for the pink kid, placing his left hand over his fist, placing the thumb between his fingers and the palm of his left hand and wiggling it up and down a little, imitating a turtles head peeking out from the shell. It was at that very instant he remembered the big, vibrant, holographic HI that got plastered up right in front of him. And Artie was hearing just fine so far. This immediately prompted Kiril to put his hand to his face and grimace a little. Followed by an incredibly quiet muttering of, Duh. Im an idiot. |
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| Artie | Nov 7 2010, 08:53 PM Post #8 |
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Big kids were crazy, that's all there was too it. Artie wondered sometimes if it mean he'd go crazy when he became a teenager. He hoped not. He was a pretty stable kid when one considered the strangeness of his life. To go from a normal five year old, to something that was so weird that the doctors had locked him away until his daddy rescued him, and got killed for it, to end up living in a sewer tunnel with a bunch of other strange people who could do weird things, until he was brought to this school where there were actual superheroes? Yeah this was not a life like anyone else had ever had and if he did not keep his wits about him, he could become something that was very scary or something that was very sad. Artie chose to be happy and he chose not to worry about the world around him, because there was nothing he could to stop his life from being this weirdness, he could only make the weirdness into something amazing. He smiled when the two teenagers laughed, and the raven ghost did too, and he set the magazine he was fanning Keren with aside, deciding he had done a good job here, so now it was time to make sure that he was properly repaid. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the little reporter notebook he had, and he flipped it open. On the top of each page was printed laboriously, "I promise to Vote for Artie Maddicks for President when he's grown up." He handed it to Keren, along with a pen, because things like this needed to be in ink, and indicated that Kiril would have to sign it next, while he addressed the bug boy's question. Placing a hand over his mouth, Artie shook his head, and with his free hand, he made talking motions. He pointed above his head, and a word bubble like in a cartoon or a comic book appeared, a hologram made of pure light. He shrugged and in the middle of the world bubble a smiley face appeared. He was happy, it didn't matter that he couldn't talk. He closed his eyes then and thought really hard, and in their heads, they would hear a tiny voice, ::Someday I'll think talk...:: But that was as far as it would go. The little boy opened his eyes and wiped his forehead. Think talking was still very hard, but he was getting better. |
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| Yantra | Nov 8 2010, 09:26 AM Post #9 |
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Studying eh? Where you studying just now? I took my nephews trick-or-treating in the city. He replied, though no one had asked. It was fun surprisinglythey are about your age Artie, maybe one day they will visit and you can show them the ropes. In truth, there was a big chance the twins would be going to school at Xaviers. Every generation since his grandmother in his mothers line spawned at least one mutant. Keren loved his family dearly, and having Jacob and Abraham at the school would be ideal. I bet they would like you. Abruptly the little boy stopped fanning; he seemed satisfied with his handiwork and flipped open a notebook. As Kerens giggle fit subsided, Artie thrust the small pad and a pen into his hands. Nothing in life his free I guess... Keren thought with a silent chuckle after reading I promise to Vote for Artie Maddicks for President when he's grown up.. He happily signed his name on the petition. And mine! Piped Mal. Id vote for him now if I could. He placated the mouthy bird and passed the notebook over Kiril on Artie's orders. Artie for the first mutant President. I can see that. Keren rubbed the kids head before scooting his chair to the closest computer. To his side Kiril asked Artie about his apparent inability to speak. Arties response, quite naturally, was to make a giant, glowing happy face within the air. Keren wondered whether or not his silence was due to his mutationbut he didnt question him further. If the kid wasnt all that pressed, why should he be. Instead, he booted up the computer. ::Someday I'll think talk...:: Keren jumped a little at the intrusion, and Mal squawked loudly and drunkenly fluttered about the room. It was Keren and Mals first experience with telepathy and the latter wasnt at all impressed . Suddenly (and agitatedly) she shifted into invisibility. Whoathat was spooky... |
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| Insect | Nov 8 2010, 11:47 PM Post #10 |
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Kiril quirked a brow when he was motioned over to sign something. Apparently, Artie had aspirations of presidency. It was odd. Not coming from a bright-eyed little kid, but because it provoked all sorts of questions about the future. Since mutants became a publicly known thing, not much had really gone that could be considered progress. There were good days and bad, and it all cumulated in a tug-of-war with no clear winners in sight. For all they knew, Artie could possibly never be eligible for the presidency. The more noticeable mutants, like himself and Artie, were the ones most at risk if things went towards those that disliked mutant kind. He signed his name regardless. Mutants should stick together, especially the physically mutated. That was all while he watched Artie pseudo-sign what he wanted to communicate. It all cumulated in a big smiley face bubble above his head. The thing actually unnerved Kiril the tiniest bit. He could see it, but he couldnt feel it like he could an actual physical object. It made the smiley face seem odd, spectral. It was just light, he knew, but Kiril as used to feeling what was around him as much as saw things. To a normal person, itd feel awkward to have a conversation with someone they couldnt see. He felt awkward to see something that he couldnt feel. Speaking of awkward, there was a voice in his head, mixed among the rampant never-ending thoughts. Think talking. Telepathic communication. If invisible people and not-really-there objects were awkward, telepathy was a bit scary. The fact that someone was in his head always seemed unnatural, even if this wasnt the first time hed encountered such a form of communication. Snapping himself out of thought-lock, he looked over to Keren again to address him. Just math. Im in pre-calculus, so it gets a little tough at times. The concept of I was incredibly confusing until it just snapped into place. Imaginary numbers are, without a doubt, a giant pain. Kiril was good at math, quite good. But he had his limits, and as soon as trig was done and over with, calculus had begun to actually make him study. |
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| Bobby Drake | Nov 9 2010, 12:40 AM Post #11 |
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Those mischievous little walking roses. Bobby thought Rodney made them all organized or whatever. Apparently there was a rogue one. Or this little flower liked to pester the iced mutant by constantly taking his things and hiding them. This time it was his wallet. The Iceman chased the little flower all throughout the grounds and the mansion. Giving the quick hi-bye! greetings as he passed others. But now oh-ho, he was about to corner the pesky pest. It high tailed its thorny ass to the second floor lounge. Victory shall be mine this day! It burst through and Bobby was close behind. As he hopped over a table to corner it he changed into his ice form. Then he shot out a small wall of ice to block the flower from running further. He quickly blocked the other way of escaping leaving the two face to face. Drop the wallet, bud. And you can go. The flower clutched onto the wallet for a few moments before setting it down then running off. Bobby sighed and went to pick up forming back to flesh and blood. He turned around and was finding himself facing Artie, Keren, Kiril, and Mal (Kers bird thing). He turned to pick up the masses of ice he made. Holding them with ease. Everyone else would do the cold dance but not the cool Bobby Drake! Holding them as he did, the iced mutant could keep them cold enough to where they didnt even have to melt. He gave a smiled at the three, er four, with his chin and upper lip starting to grow hair. It was Movember, time to the dudes to grow a stache! But the scruff on his chin made him seem less pervy so he decided to go all out. How Angie would react to this, he didnt quite know yet. Hey guys. Sorry 'bout that. It took my wallet... again. Bobby hiked his head towards the exit where the walking rose scampered off. What's up? That's it Bobby. Cooler than a cucumber. He smiled at the group in front of him playing it off as though the scene didn't happen. |
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| Artie | Nov 9 2010, 12:59 AM Post #12 |
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Artie was starting to get bored with the big kid conversation about homework. Sooooo duuuuull. Just because they lived at a school did it mean they had to always just talk about school stuff. Bah, maybe there would be something else to so somewhere else. He was about to head out and see if there was more to do, when suddenly Bobby came busting in, chasing one of the walking roses. In the years since they were created, many of the original ones had died because honestly, what is the life span of a rose but new ones were born, and Artie recognized this one as one of the new ones, because it had a bend in its stem. He laughed silently at the antics, secretly cheering the rose on, but Bobby eventually won and the rose tried to escape. Quick as a wink, Artie pounced and caught the rose, hauling it up, as it kicked and struggled. The little boy petted its blossom gently and the Rose shook, affronted, but enjoying it nonetheless. It lapsed in to a resigned sulk, and Artie smiled, giving it a tickle on its back, which made it roll up into a ball and appear to go to sleep. He showed the little creature to Kiril and Keren and then with a wave suggested he would be taking it outside now, unless anyone had any objections. |
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| Yantra | Nov 9 2010, 06:40 AM Post #13 |
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Hearing Kiril talk about his academic courses made Keren glad he hadn’t signed up for any. He already completed two semesters of college, though he wasn’t entirely sure whether or not the credits would apply in the US. The pain in his sore muscles suddenly didn’t feel so bad, not when compared to differential equations. “Yea, that is a raw deal. I’m glad they aren’t making me take actual courses here…I just needed a break from all that. Eventually I’ll have to buckle down and reenroll into college.” He pulled up FireFox and sure enough, Aunt Rachel’s folder was full of motivation. He sifted through the forwarded messages and found that her rehab was still going well. There had been a scare a few months ago with the technology in her new arm, but it seemed that everything was going smoothly now. The good news boosted Keren’s spirits. Above his head, Mal was still squawking at Artie’s intrusion but Keren knew the kid didn’t mean anything by it. Keren moved on from the e-mails in favor of research for after workout pick-me-ups, when Bobby Drake burst into the room. He hadn’t seen the mischievous rose until after Iceman began talking to it. “What…?” he said offhandedly before realizing what was going on. Seeing the ‘living’ flower gave him a start, then he continued: “…is that thing?” He’d heard of the animated roses before of course, had even seen their bush, but he hadn’t yet witnessed move so freely. In truth, it was a bit unnerving. Artie pounced on the ornery little thing and gently petted it as if it were a rogue guinea pig. Next he showed it to Keren, who awkwardly poked it. As he did so the flower shivered irritably. “Uh…sorry?” ”Hey guys. Sorry 'bout that. It took my wallet... again.” Said Bobby, attempting an air of nonchalance. “Uh, no big.” Keren’s reply was concise and clipped, and he didn’t quite meet Bobby’s (blue) eyes. “Um…again? You mean we have a repeat offender in custody?” Mal’s laughter violently rang out. The fragment was still imperceptible to others, but her laugh was very noticeable to Keren. “Repeat…offender?” She couldn’t even speak properly. “Smooth Keren…really cool.” |
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| Insect | Nov 10 2010, 12:10 AM Post #14 |
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To further lend chaos into what was supposed to be Kirils first real attempt at being social, in came one of those walking flowers. Kiril had seen them about, but for some reason they tended to keep a decently wide areaway from him. Not too far behind was Mr. Drake, flinging ice just to catch the little bugger. Apparently, Bobby had issue with getting pickpocketed. One would think hed be able to feel someone reaching into his pocket when the hand, or tendril, was thorny. Either that or he just rolled a natural one on his perception check. Kiril couldnt do much but blink at the spectacle. Especially as all Artie had to do was pounce once and he had the little thing. He even just treated the thing like a pet. Bobby could learn a thing or two. Artie signaled he was going to take it outside, and Kiril nodded once in affirmation. He did the same thing with bugs and spiders that he sometimes found inside the place. Far be it from him to crush his own kind with a rolled up newspaper. Well, spiders werent his kind technically, but it was close enough. Not up to much here, Mr. Drake. Just chatting with those two. Kirils voice had gone from nervy to stiff in one shot, since Bobby wasnt exactly one of the guys so much as he was considered an authority figure. Well, at least in his own eyes. Yes, he knew Bobby was a more relaxed guy, and the situation put the icy chill guy at a disadvantage, but Kiril still found himself standing almost at attention, like if Mr. Drake found him slacking, hed get kicked out of the school. Uh Anything else you need help with, sir? He asked, getting back that twinge of nerves. |
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| Wolfsbane | Nov 10 2010, 12:14 AM Post #15 |
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Xavier's Institute was never one to remain peaceful for long. Whether it was something truly chaotic, something truly horrific and damaging, or just some silly little thing, any moment of peace and relaxation never seemed to linger for long. And so it was when Rahne Sinclair was working on writing out the calendar for next month's in-class activities that the shuffling pitter-patter of feet that weren't quite feet darted down the hallway, followed by the considerably heavier stomping of someone chasing after it. The considerable chill that ensued made it fairly obvious as to who the latter was. With a sigh and a shake of her head, Rahne took one last glance at the computer screen in front of her and minimized the calendar program, getting up out of her chair and stepping out of her room. Best go see what trouble he's gotten himself into this time, she thought as she made her way down the hallway at a fairly brisk pace. What she came upon at the end of the trail was more or less what was expected: one of those mischievious little roses that Wanda Maximoff created who knows how long ago (probably plenty of people, Rahne figured, but she wasn't there yet herself, so she didn't know) and Bobby Drake. The rose was subdued already, and in the clearly capable hands of her favorite student (just don't ask her to admit that). She worried momentarily about thorns, but he seemed to have the creature quite handily tamed. "Well, at least yuir cleanin' up yuir mess this time," Rahne said with a small smirk on her face as she leaned up against the doorway. "An' och, for the love of all that is good in this world, shave. Ye look dreadful." She glanced down at Artie, offered him a wide, toothy grin. "Artie, I see ye've got this wee little problem well in hand," she offered with a tip of her head. "Hullo, Mister Dubarshi, and a hello t' you too," she did not know the bee-boy's name. So many new ones coming and going these days it was hard to keep everyone straight. |
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