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| Brian F. | May 2 2011, 06:36 PM Post #1 |
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Date: May 2nd, 2011 Time: 6 p.m. The steam that rolled off his tea had long since faded, the light that shone overhead had now set and cast long shadows against the buildings in Sanctuary, but the only thing that hadn’t changed was Brian. The world sped around him as he felt himself coming to an unnatural halt. The strange thing was that he felt a sense of content being frozen against the changing back drop of Sanctuary. Brian was not void of emotion, instead his massive wealth of positive, negative, and nonaffiliated emotions were bound behind lock and key. Since the day of his first Brotherhood mission, he had not been able to access any of the emotions that he had repressed. His world had since faded as the colors bled out on the floor, and no matter how beautiful the collage of colors was on the floor his eyes were fixed on the bleak. Jacqueline was somewhere within Sanctuary. He had heard through the massive network of the Brotherhood that she had been promoted to a higher standing. It would be the equivalent of a Lieutenant or General within Magneto’s Army. A truly fake congratulations was in order once Brian saw his sister. He wondered if Jacqueline had heard about the success in North Salem. Dr. Rosenbrock had been exposed as an anti-mutant bigot, and was taken care of accordingly. North Salem had not seen anything like it, probably ever. Nevertheless, another successful message was delivered to the hateful human race. Brian had first hand involvement in this one which made it different. It made it personal, like a signature. Brian spent the first hour of his time at the small café rotating his tea by the edge of the cup. He had no true interest in actually drinking it, and at this point was not entirely sure why he had ordered it. The loss of interest would most likely be attributed to some obscene assumption that labeled Brian as depressed, but only he knew the truth. He knew that it was the precursor to something larger, much larger. A constricting feeling was the only thing he felt now, something that held in everything without letting out a whisper about himself. As of now, Brian felt like he could not talk to anyone, not even his sister. It was a deserting feeling, and right now it was better to extrapolate and examine any bad feelings than to feel nothing at all. The feeling dimmed the edges of his line of vision, and made the already darkening day look even darker. The business day was ending. He had already seen the petite barista look over his way with a pleading look for him to leave. It was understandable, but that was all. He shared no sympathy, and did not try to make any empathic connection. Feelings were a foreign language, instincts were no longer able to guide him along the path, and instead his feelings needed close dissection to truly understand where they originated from. Brian slowly backed his chair out from behind the table. His face remained void of expression, and a bust of a statue held more personality than Brian had now. He pushed in the metal chair while feeling the coolness suck the last bit of warmth from his hands. The door closed behind him with a forceful thud. The air pushed against his face, and the stagnant air was another soul-sapping factor of the day. The usually optimistic Brian was no longer the chipper Englishman that he was, and no matter the hopes of his family and friends he was still not sure where his life was headed. Stepping outside of the outdoor seating area of the café, he slowly walked down the street toward his flat. His head did not hang, but was pushed down by some invisible force that perched on his shoulders. He continued to trudge on without worry of anyone in front of him. What was in front of him was the future, what was behind him was the past. It was simple, and there was no need to stress. |
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| Spitfire | May 10 2011, 01:24 AM Post #2 |
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“Brian? Brian!” Jac called out loudly, seeing a familiar figure emerge from one of the picturesque cafes that could have stood in her own hometown back in England. Their hometown. Ironically, since Brian had joined the Brotherhood, she had not seem much of him, her real brother, their separate tasks and training keeping the siblings apart. It tore at her, but just knowing he was around went a way to keep her calm, or at least calmer. Now she was an Acolyte…It complicated things. Brian was like her; he was no killer, but he did what he had to do. Stopping beside him, the girl flicked her white blonde fringe out of her eyes and gave him a big grin, taking hold of his hand for a brief moment and giving it a squeeze. “How have you been? We need to hang out more – you can come to mine any time you know, just leave a note if I’m not there,” Jac knew that this was a lot easier said than done, but she wanted to be sure that Brian knew that he didn’t have to keep away or worry he was intruding, getting in the way of her and Tommy or her duties. After all, she was a speedster and could do triple the things he could do in one day. “So, no time like the present then, eh? I’d ask if you wanted tea or a drink or something but you just came out…” Spitfire waved her hand down back towards the café. “But we could go someplace else, unless you don’t want to watch me scoff…couldn’t blame you if you didn’t. I don’t exactly have the best table manners, what with my metabolism.” The smile she flashed him was bright, but there was a sadness hidden within it. Things had changed so much between where they stood now and where they had been as children or even sooner than that. They had been close right up until Brian had moved away to university and while they had remained in touch, they started to drift. Jac discovered her powers in that time which helped to shunt her away from her parents, overcome with a feeling of loneliness without her big brother there. It wasn’t his fault; she hadn’t been honest, unable to admit to the changes she had undergone. Being a mutant wasn’t like anything else you could admit to…Jac just hoped they could get some of that back. |
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| Tommy Shepherd | May 14 2011, 09:09 PM Post #3 |
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He had brought DVDs when he had come down here. Jac had never seen the American Office before, and he had season two and three of that. He actually wasn't a huge fan of movies, TV and video games any more. His eyes were too quick. He can see the television's refresh rate. 60 frames per second, to be frank, was way too slow. In one 1/60th of a second, he could go from one end zone to another on a football field. If he didn't want to be bored out of his mind, he had to unfocus his eyes while he watched. It gave him a headache. But he had watched a lot of his DVDs over and over again while he was here. He didn't like leaving Jac's place. Sure, the number of normal citizens outnumbered vastly the active Brotherhood members here, but really, it only took like, one cannibal to make him uneasy in a social circumstance. So he hung out at their place a lot. He was getting pretty good at cooking, which was nice. It was a skill that he didn't have before. He didn't always have the patience to let something simmer the time it needed, but he hoped it would teach him patience. The one place that he didn't feel that awkward feeling, (other than when he was with Jac), was the giant concourses that they had set up for mutant to practice potentially harmful mutations. It wasn't uncommon to see someone making fire dance around on the street, but if you were breaking the sound barrier or causing giant explosions, they had safe zones so you wouldn't hurt other people. He was coming back from one of those concourses, running a bit slower than the speed of sound when he came upon his lady. He zipped to a halt right behind her, and gave her a hug. "Hey, Babe," he said, "Brian, what's up?" |
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| Nightcrawler | May 26 2011, 08:01 PM Post #4 |
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Yet again Kurt committed himself to the same endeavor. As with every day since he had been here, the blue demon was taken on escorted trips throughout different sections of the underwater bio-country. It was always something he enjoyed and would have easily been able to stop if he did not take any pleasure in it. But, alas, he did. Seeing a new world as it was, a world for mutants, filled his spirit with uncontained elation. Meeting new people, seeing a new building, experiencing something new every day -- his life had become so completely fulfilled that he likely would fall into a terrible depression in just a few days, when he was meant to leave back to his home at the Mansion. Three days was all that was left for his trip. Three days and he would be considered dead by his brethren back home. That was something he wanted to avoid, of course. As nice as it would be coming home seeing them all cry over his supposed death, Kurt felt that it would be terrible to put them through it. There was such thing as being fashionably late, and expected dead, after all. Trekking through Sanctuary, Kurt was of no particular mind. He was being escorted by one of Absolom's assistants, a lovely young creature who appeared made of organic gold. "And here is one of our many science centers," she said. "We can enter if you like." "Nein," Kurt said, shaking his head. "I have a mind for a bit of dinner. Would you care to join me for a drin--" Air shifted and swirled, his clothes and hair sent awry as a silver blur rushed past in the blink of an eye. Kurt blinked, quite startled by the rush, and stared. Wait... He knew that power. "Forgive me, friends. I must go unescorted for a moment. If you stay here, I shall return post haste," Kurt said hurriedly and disappeared in a plume of sulfurous smoke. Reappearing on the side of a building, clinging, he looked forward, following the silver blur. In a series of jaunts, he could no longer track the silver blur. Tail swishing as he furrowed his brow, his yellow eyes searched the crowd intently and then -- there! That silver head! Appearing in an explosive bamf several meters away, Kurt wasted to time in expressing his exhileration. "Thomas Simon Shepherd!" he shouted excitedly, walking forward towards the young boy who was giving a girl a hug from behind. "Gott im Himmel! So this is where you have been? I have been here for nigh two months and I had not seen a single blur of you running about, let alone a breath of where you have been since January! No wonder we could not find you! Und who is this?" Kurt said, giving the woman he was hugging a look. It took him a moment to realize and -- in that moment -- his gleeful visage became stilled and almost worrisome. "Spitfire...?" He glanced at Tommy for a moment, but brushed the subject off. Interrogating him here in public was not something he wanted to do, especially when he had just abandoned his escorts. "William has been terribly worried about you, Thomas. We thought you were dead. But clearly, you are not! It is good to see you again, mein freund. I trust you have been keeping out of trouble, as best you can, anyway?" |
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| Brian F. | May 28 2011, 05:25 PM Post #5 |
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A distinct voice called out for Brian. Jacqueline. The voice echoed from afar, but it seemed to be getting closer. His sister had been the reason for his coming to the Brotherhood, and had been his reason for staying. Brian hadn’t ever thought in his wildest fantasies that he would still be here, in the middle of the ocean. Jacqueline seemed more than content staying with the Brotherhood, but Brian hadn’t mustered up any sort of courage to tell Jac his own opinions. Opinions that were becoming ever so blurry the longer the currents in the ocean seemed to be his only friends. Brian’s parents, his education, his home, he had all thrown it away for Jac and had built a world hell bent on saving her from the destructive tendencies that seem to be dissolving away his disillusioned world. At one point, Brian needed to realize that his current state was dissolving before he was completely consumed… he hoped. “How have you been?” Everything she said held an undeniable truth. With every truth came another stab at Brian’s esteem. His only reason for staying had been lost among a series of trivial events that pale in comparison to his true goals. A small and reserved smile forced its way across his face. His eyes were fixed with Jac’s, and even though he wanted to look away, he didn’t want to disappoint Jac anymore than he already had. “I’m really sorry Jac, really. I have just been busy. I’ve missed seeing you around too, there is no one for me to poke fun at.” Brian’s attempted to be playful with his voice, even though he didn’t feel as optimistic as he could have. He didn’t want his sister to see him so confused, when there was ever trouble he wanted to seem like a solid choice for Jacqueline to turn to. ”I’d ask if you wanted tea or a drink or something but you just came out…” Honestly, Brian could give another shot at drinks, because quite frankly his last time had been a horrible drag. Jac was always the go getter, but he had no idea what she wanted to talk about. “I wouldn’t mind another go-around, but this time I’ll treat you to it.” It was his way of attempting to mend their broken familial relation because he was too busy being a terrorist. Brian did want to spend more time with Jac, but it seemed that every time he turned his head she was more and more engrossed in the Brotherhood business. “We do have a lot to catch…” "Brian, what's up?" Tommy showed up in a flash behind Jacqueline, if Brian would have blinked it would have appeared as if Brian was a teleporting mutant. That, and if they took away the gust of wind that hit Brian in the face upon Tommy's arrival. The white haired speedster had been living in Sanctuary since January, and Brian could not have asked for anything better than Jac. Brian heard that Tommy came from the X-Men, and why he would want to leave them to come to Sanctuary was beyond him. "Hello Tommy good to see you're still... using you're hands." Brian looked down at Tommy's hand wrapped around Jac, and while he wasn't an overly protective brother his jokes probably made it seem as such. After he thought about it, his current mood didn't really set the proper setting for telling jokes. "That was a joke. Get it? Ha ha." "Thomas Simon Shepherd!" Brian looked behind Jac with a solemn face at the blue, demonic-looking mutant that approached them. The young mutant had heard enough about the man to at least recognize a face. He was another X-Man, but Brian didn't understand why he was in Sanctuary let alone why he was allowed. Brian wasn't worried about the mutant being in Sanctuary, but it was more important that the demonic mutant know that he may be in some of the most grave danger. It was respectable though, whatever his mission may be. |
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| Spitfire | May 30 2011, 01:52 AM Post #6 |
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The conversation between her and Brian seemed somehow awkward as they stood in the street, surrounded by their own kind. It was funny, really. He’d come to America to find her, used his powers to make the Brotherhood take notice, accepted their offer then moved with them to Sanctuary and now…It was kind of like when he had gone away to university all over again. Now she could spend a little more time in Sanctuary with her duties, she hoped that they might finally get to have a more stable family life. Despite just having come out of the café, Brian agreed to go back in and the speedster gave a grin. They might not spend as much time together as she’d like, but he did know (and have sympathy) for her weakness, despite not sharing her bottomless pit of a stomach. About to turn and head back, there was a rush of air and the only person who could currently move faster in Sanctuary than her and as such, take her by surprise was behind her. Turning her head up and around, she stood on tiptoes and kissed Tommy affectionately on the cheek. “Evening,” she smiled and leant back, going a little red and taking a small step forward at her brother’s comment to the white haired speedster behind her. Clearing her throat she looked up at Speed again. “We were just going to get something to drink, maybe eat. I’m kind of hungry too…” Jac motioned her head towards Brian, then gave her brother a meaningful look as she was not sure if her brother wanted it to just be them, or if the invitation would be open to Tommy too. They seemed to get on well, at least to Jac’s eyes who had always hoped they would, but she was pretty certain that if either one had an inkling of dislike for the other she probably wouldn’t be told that to save her feelings and it was unlikely she would pick up on it. Sometimes she just moved too fast to notice such things. A loud, German accented voice suddenly yelled Tommy’s name and the girl jumped out of her skin, crinkling her nose as the smell of sulphur invaded her senses. It was Nightcrawler, the X-man who was paying them a little visit down in the underwater paradise, to see how things were on the ‘wrong side’ of the tracks. She knew that Tommy would have known the blue, fuzzy man from his time at the Institute, but she had not been sure if Wagner would have been aware of Tommy’s presence down there, as the speedster had not let on as to where he was going when he left. Evidently, he didn’t. The young Acolyte lifted her chin as he greeted her, seemingly unsure of her now, not that he had ever been overly friendly when they had met, but obviously seeing her with Tommy here was an entirely different matter. Jac placed one of her hands over Tommy’s wrist, reassuring herself as much as him. “Nightcrawler. Enjoying a little free rein?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. Being from different side of the tracks, it was expected that he be accompanied when out and about and had clearly slipped away from those keeping a careful eye. His words made her feel uneasy; of course she knew Tommy or herself would have to make a choice, either way not a very good one for many involved but this…She hadn’t wanted anyone to think he was dead. “He keeps out of trouble,” she nodded a little, feeling suddenly defensive. Jac had the notion that those who knew about her and Tommy on the Xavier side of the fence would no doubt think or at least be afraid that she would drag him into the service of the Brotherhood which in truth was the last thing she wanted. She just hoped that Kurt would not get that idea too. This was her home and she should not have to defend herself in that manner there. |
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| Tommy Shepherd | Jun 3 2011, 11:13 PM Post #7 |
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"Hungry, you?" Tommy said, rolling his eyes melodramatically, "I don't know, babe, you don't want to pack on the pounds. I mean, let's face it. Its not like you run around all day." He gave her a little pat on her belly. They had been together for nearly a year. She could take some ribbing. She wouldn't have been able to put up with him for this long if she couldn't. "Real funny, Bri-Bri," Tommy said with a wink. He didn't really get the joke. Well, he did, but he didn't get why it was supposed to be funny. Like he was supposed to be a boyfriend and not display affection? He could make a real crass joke about Brian's sister using her hands, but he didn't feel like getting punched by Jac. Her 'joking punches' hurt a lot more than she thought. Or maybe she was just actually mad at him. He really wasn't expecting to see Mr. Wagner here. He didn't leave the Presidential Palace where he had a room, or Jac's place. He didn't really know a lot of people here. So he never got the gossip. He might have heard in passing that Mr. Wagner was here, but he could hear so many things a day, he never remembered them all. "Uh, hey, man," Oddly, what sprang to mind was the awkward times he had run into one of his school teachers at the grocery store or something, back in New Jersey. He gave a slight wave to the former drama teacher. "I sent Billy an E-mail, he should, y'know, check his spam folders. Send just one video of a monkey peeing into his mouth with that guy, and he sends all your stuff to the trash bin." He smiled weakly as he lied. "Yeah, uh, I take it you know Jacqui?" he said, "She's the one supporting me while I play video games on her couch. My Halo achievements are insane, man." He didn't want to Kurt to think he was out on Brotherhood raids or anything. |
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| Nightcrawler | Jun 6 2011, 06:17 PM Post #8 |
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The X-Man held his typically charismatic grin, at least until the Acolyte brought it to his attentions that he was breaking the rules established for him. "Ah... Ja. You see, I got a little caught up in the moment seeing young Speed here zip by. I would have brought them along but I did not wish them ill," he said, his grin fading as he spoke, only to return as a smirk when a thought sparked in his head. "But, at least I have an Acolyte here to keep me from getting into trouble, nein?" Looking back to the speedster he was familiar with, the demonic mutant raised an eyebrow. "I will be sure to emphasize that he look at his emails when I return to the mansion, lest technical difficulties be at hand -- or pee in the mouth." His yellow eyes glanced back to the Acolyte when Speed said her name, 'Jacqui'. His other brow raised, clearly putting the two dots together within his head. Originally he had brushed the topic off, but seeing as how Speed put it, she was the one supporting him. How... scandalous. "Wunderbar, at least you are not running around in circles trying to amuse the public for change. Thank you for taking care of him, 'Jacqui'," he said politely with an informal name. Despite the fact that she was a member of the Brotherhood, one of the X-Men's top enemies, Kurt did not express a jaded or distorted view and apply it to the circumstance. Not only was it against his typical policy to judge people based on previous actions -- though indeed it lingered on the edge of his mind -- if she was willing to support Tommy in his endeavors or whatever it was that the boy was after (achievements, as he put it), then there was nothing to despair over. "So long as you are staying out of trouble, Mr. Shepherd, I believe all your friends back home will be pleased to know you are alive and well. Much has happened since you left. Since you are staying with Spitfire here, I would think you have been rather close to me this entire time, have you not? I have been kept in Magneto's citadel in the 'ambassador suite', as I like to call it. Rather, I was there, until Pyro paid me a visit. My arrangements will be changing, at least until repairs are done. Luckily, my fur was only a little singed." Kurt's tail swished behind him, still feeling a little hot from the torching that had occurred earlier in the day. "Aah," Kurt sounded, remembering a third person was in his midst. "Apologies, I did not mean to ignore you. Kurt Wagner, or Nightcrawler. I do not believe we have met before," he said, extending his hand to Brian. |
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| Brian F. | Jun 9 2011, 07:29 PM Post #9 |
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Brian tried. He really wanted to spend more time with Jacqueline, but even though their close proximity he couldn’t bring himself to go over to her apartment for some reason beyond his knowledge. The blonde haired mutant truly did feel better when he spoke to Jac, but for some reason that was not enough motivation to for a little visitation. Jacqueline looked over with an utterly obvious expression question, and suddenly Brian was taken back to the days when they were able to communicate without words. Brian bobbled his head with a simple ‘sure, I don’t care’ response to Jac’s invitation extension question. "Real funny, Bri-Bri," Brian shrugged nonchalantly at Tommy’s statement. When in Jac’s boy friend’s presence, Brian’s poor sense of humor paled in comparison. However, it did not bother Brian. His humor was something that, while a small amount of recognition would be nice, he did not identify himself with. “I know, it isn’t my best material.” Another small shrug rolled through Brian’s broad shoulders. “I should probably just leave the joke telling to you, huh?” Brian’s voice attempted to be as playful as it could, despite his less than playful mood. He needed to bury this deep down inside of him, at least until Jac had left him. The X-Man, who had teleported closer to the group moments ago, began to converse with Jacqueline and Tommy. It was not bothering him that the mutant had not acknowledged him, instead he preferred it so that he could watch the interaction between the three. Tommy seemed to address him overly casually, and Brian did not look too far into the situation because he seemed to have that stance with everyone. Then the mutant referred to Jacqueline as an Acolyte. Brian knew that the Acolytes were the rank just below Magneto in the Brotherhood army. Slowly, Brian’s stomach began to wrench and the trio’s conversation began to fade from his perception. Knowing that Jacqueline was an Acolyte was one thing, but knowing that she was being addressed as one it truly bothered him. As much as he wanted to grip his stomach to try to prevent any further twisting, he resisted the urge. One curious thing that he wondered was if Tommy was keeping out of trouble. The X-Man knew very well the purposes of Sanctuary and what was the back bone of the underwater country. Why did he not care if Jacqueline was staying out of trouble? Brian’s sister was probably the same age as Tommy, and even though she was not a previous student at the X-Men’s program, why had his concerns not overlapped to Jacqueline? At this point, it was all trivial wonderings that would most likely not be answered. Ever. ”…Kurt Wagner, or Nightcrawler. I do not believe we have met before," Loosing himself from listening to the conversation so deeply, Brian blinked several times realizing that someone had addressed him. Looking down at a blue hand extended towards him, a meek smile spread across his face towards the X-Man. “Hello Kurt,” Brian said taking the mutant’s hand. “My name is Brian Falsworth. Jacqueline’s brother.” Brian pointed towards Jac when giving his only true identifier down in Sanctuary. He brow then sunk as he wondered whether he had mad a mistake by not giving his mutant code name. Everyone in the Brotherhood seemed so fond of them that he did not want to appear alienated by not giving it. “I hope you have achieved all you needed while in Sanctuary.” Brian attempted to be helpful, but in truth he knew little |
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| Spitfire | Jun 12 2011, 12:43 AM Post #10 |
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Spitfire snorted at Tommy’s comment and the subsequent belly pat. About to launch into a comment about keeping her ‘food baby’ fed, her eyes flickered to Brian and she figured any sort of baby joke, either referring to the gentle curve of her tummy from all the cupcakes she ate or otherwise, was really quite inappropriate, so she left it at that. However, her hand went over Tommy’s for a brief moment before she saw something on her older brother’s face flicker as he tried to joke along with them. Suddenly the little Acolyte felt guilty and she let go of Speed, stepping forward and throwing her arms suddenly about her sibling, giving him a tight hug. As much as she loved Tommy, Brian was her brother and had always been part of her life, a great influence on her and she wanted them to be as tight knit as they had been, back in the day. “We’ll go for pizza another day. Just us two,” she said firmly, feeling a little bad for excluding Tommy right to his face, but he understood or at the very least, he should. It wasn’t like she didn’t spend every possible minute with him already so she couldn’t later make it up to him. However, the arrival of Tommy’s old teacher on the scene was clearly making for far more awkward material and Spitfire had to wonder if someone was filming what was going on. The situation just had that weirdly awkward feel to it. “Don’t worry, he doesn’t just play Halo. I’ve gotten him watching British comedy too.” “I know him,” Jac shot Tommy a look that said ‘well I am an Acolyte and help run things around here’ and was about to add to the whole ‘trouble’ thing when Kurt hinted to some sort of incident with Pyro. Well…That wasn’t surprising, really. The blonde sighed inwardly, wondering what her friend had gone and done now. The girl folded her arms, narrowing her eyes. “He didn’t give you too much trouble, did he?” Jac asked the blue German warily. While she knew that asking the Aussie to behave was sort of like asking a stray cat not to piss on your furniture and that Nightcrawler was from the other side of the lines, he was still a guest down there and, at least to her, it was important that he saw the Brotherhood were doing something great for mutants, rather than just a mindless rabble who liked to blow things up. Brian took the initiative and introduced himself into the conversation and to their guest. Reaching out, Jac patted his arm then looked at Wagner. “Maybe when you’ve done talking to Tommy, Brian can accompany you back to the palace. I can assure you that his company is very agreeable. If anyone complains, just say I said it was alright,” she nodded her pale head, but still watched him carefully. It was without a doubt one of the more awkward situations that she had been in recently. |
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| Tommy Shepard | Jun 12 2011, 08:58 PM Post #11 |
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This was certainly not the quiet evening Tommy had hoped for when he came speeding into his girlfriend's room earlier. If he would have had his way, he would have been two episodes of Steve Carrell filled hilariousness in and explaining to Jac why 'That's what she said' was certainly the funniest line of the last five years bar none. As it was though, the boy was quite literally faced with his past. The site of the furry blue mutant had sent Tommy spinning and, at least part of him, got the feeling that he was about to be called into the principal's office. There's something strange about authority figures. No matter how far you go in life, no matter what direction you take, the pull of what they used to mean still seems to resinate. "What sort of things, Mr. Wag--er Kurt," he said, suddenly realizing how important it was to sound like an adult, an equal. "Is my family alright? Are my friends..." He trailed off, feeling a little guilty about showing such concern in front of his girlfriend. She had felt guilty about taking him to Sanctuary, as though it wasn't his choice, as if he hadn't make the decision to leave with her himself. He wanted to say 'I'd do it again. I'd do it everyday and twice on Sunday' and he would, but not now. "You tell them that I'm okay," he said to Kurt. In a quick fluid motion, he wrapped his arms around the blue mutant and pulled himself close to him. If it had just been he Kurt, and Jac, this wouldn't have been necessary. It wasn't that he didn't trust Brian, but what he was doing, part of the reason he was in Sactuary was serious stuff and he didn't want to pull Jac's brother into it. "You tell my mother I'm going to fix him okay," he whispered to Nightcrawler. "Tell her I'm gonna make it alright." |
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| Nightcrawler | Jun 13 2011, 11:03 PM Post #12 |
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"At least he is watching something of culture..." Kurt mused. Quite glad he wasn't utterly dismissed by the Acolyte to return to his escorts, the demon's tail twitched as the pyrokinetic remained the topic of discussion. Kurt managed a fanged smile, though it was slightly strained given the awkwardness that her ally had just earlier tried to murder him. "Yes... well... I believe he had more of an issue with my apartment... Like the walls... chairs... floord... windows... Young Allerdyce suggested a nice black color with a smoky incense to give it a nice burned air," he scratched at the back of his head. "But, it was no trouble at all, surely. He just wanted to talk." Yes. Talk... Definitely not. Introducing himself to Brian, he perked up a brow. "Brother?" He glanced to Spitfire in the middle of the handshake. "I suppose there is a slight resemblance. Nevertheless, a pleasure," he affirmed the handshake with a pleasant nod before releasing Brian's hand. Another Brotherhood member? It was a pity to find that, but even then there were some benefits. They would not have to endure the suffering of fighting their own kin. It was a suffering that he had endured before and was not something he would recommend to anyone. At least Spitfire and Brian had each other. "I have achieved most of it, at the very least. I can say I could not have expected more from this place. It is quite a marvel. Enough to keep me around longer than I originally expected to." Of course, everyone back home on the continent would likely be thinking he was dead here soon. Not something he wanted to do, but what was a few days of mourning only for a glorious return? The perfect tale. "I would welcome that, actually. My escorts have been less than talkative and Hawk is a bit too stoic for my liking, though he is kind enough to point things out that I do not see. Do you know any good bars, Herr Brian? I aim to leave with at least one good hangover of Sanctuary brew." Subtle tactics. If you drank with another man, he would not fight you. Insurance for the future. "They are all quite fine, last I checked. I have been here since the beginning of March, so my ears have not been blessed with news of our friends since my arrival," he said, keeping it rather vague and unspecific given the presence of the other two people. "But you know how it goes. Every few months we have to save the world and spare the city," Kurt smirked, then umphed as Speed forced him into an awkward embrace. Not something he was genuinely expecting at all. Nevertheless, he gave the boy a friendly pat on the back, ears ticking at the whispers. "I will tell her, mein freund," he whispered back. "I am glad to know you are alive and well. William will be most pleased when I return, truly." Breaking the bond, he gave them all a nod, forgoing the traditional over-zealously swashbuckler bow he would typically do. "I will be around for a while longer, Thomas. If you ever need me I am sure Spitfire will point you in the right direction, ja?" he smiled and nodded to them both. "Herr Brian, would you be so kind as to accompany me back to my escorts? I do not believe I want them summoning the police forces after my disobedient escape." |
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| Brian F. | Jun 14 2011, 12:54 AM Post #13 |
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Brian watched the two speedsters, something of a sight to see, so happy together. When lost in such a place such as Sanctuary, he searched high and low for the humanity that he missed from the above-water life as he had come to call it. While it was visible amongst the mutant citizens in barrel-full quantities, he struggled to find what he wished for in the members of the Brotherhood. However, thought Tommy was no Brotherhooder as far as he knew, his humanity was visible right in front of. Brian smiled meekly at the two as they conversed, once finding out that Jacqueline was in the Brotherhood he tended to place her on a pedestal that related his younger sister to fellow members. Moments like this reminded Brian that his sister was still the young and impressionable girl she was before he left for University. No matter what feats the Brotherhood achieved, his sister was still the same girl that she was, and, to say the least, he was happy that she had not changed... so much. Hearing Jacqueline tell him that they would go get Pizza some time just the two of them made him smile even more. That would be a nice treat. Brian managed to squeak out a weak, "sounds like a plan," before the conversation turned. "...Enough to keep me around longer than I originally expected to." Brian's hand fell to his side once the blue mutant released it. Though Brian had only met Kurt Wagner, he wished that he knew exactly what he had come to Sanctuary to achieve. The X-Man's intentions were as murky as the sulferous cloud that he teleported in on. Though his alliances fell with the Brotherhood, he knew that Kurt and his fellow X-Men would fight for the greater good. The good that the Brotherhood missed. In the purest forms, the Brotherhood's intentions were by far clean and pure. Though somewhere along the line, they were twisted and morphed into a new vision; a more proactive stance to achieve what was desired. Looking back to Kurt's seemingly glowing eyes he shallowly smiled, "I'm glad. You're venture here was... brave for a lack of words." "Do you know any good bars, Herr Brian?" A larger smile budded across Brian's face. Even though the group was in such strange situations, with one X-man, a former student of his and an Acolyte and her brother, he thought about the finer things in life. Looking back from Jac who had offered Brian to escort Kurt back to his housing, "I know a great place along the way back to your place... that is if it's okay if we take a small stop along the way?" Brian looked over to Jacqueline in a half questioning voice. "Herr Brian, would you be so kind as to accompany me back to my escorts?" Things seemed so formal, so gentleman-like. Though Brian was his enemy, he was so polite to him. The Brotherhood member found no possible facade or act that Kurt was putting on, the X-man was just genuinely being polite. "Yeah I am, Magneto's Citadel. Correct?" |
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| Spitfire | Jun 15 2011, 12:24 AM Post #14 |
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Jac smirked at the blue mutant’s comment about culture. “Well I try. He owes me for making me watch all those samey, daft American comedies he likes,” the blonde shot Tommy a look to let him know she was only teasing. Well. A little anyway. To be honest she wasn’t that keen on Steve Carrel or Adam Sandler, but she did make Tommy watch Monty Python, Blackadder and all that, so they were about even. Sighing inwardly as he informed her what had happened with Pyro, Jac made the mental note to go and track the Australian down, that is if he wasn’t down in one of the holding cells for this. Somehow, she wouldn’t be too surprised. St. John had a wicked temper on him at times and while he was not on the eating grapes off the wallpaper level that some members of the Brotherhood seemed to reside on, he was a little crackers all the same. Just a little… “Older brother,” Jac broke out of her thoughts as Kurt questioned it, grinning a little as he commented on the family resemblance. She was glad the fuzzy X-man was meeting Brian, as he was one of the more ‘normal’ people around the ranks of the Brotherhood. They were not all bloodthirsty monsters, as she hoped the man had seen by the fact they had created Sanctuary, a haven for many people who would not be able to live so freely otherwise, but still, meeting Brian could only (hopefully) leave a pleasant impression. Their small talk had quickly – predictably – turned to bars and Jac nodded, her head a rapid little blur. “Of course. Like I said, if anyone asks I permitted it. I’ll let them know back at the Palace as well,” Spitfire added, trusting that Brian would keep an eye on Kurt and that Kurt would not take any advantage of the situation in anyway. More fool him if he did though… The young speedster watched then as Tommy moved in, hugging his teacher in an unexpected show of affection. Jac looked away for a spilt second, before returning her gaze and smiling a little. Around them on the street people were stepping around them as the evening rush seemed to start up. The streets would start to get busier soon, with people going to work for the evening or heading out to dinner or party. Taking hold of Tommy’s hand she gave it a squeeze. “How about we go back to the Palace? And any problems just call me, Brian,” she added to her brother and looped her free arm around his neck, giving him a quick hug before pulling back. “We’ll get that pizza soon, okay?” Finally, she turned on her heel and looked Kurt up and down, giving him a sly grin. “Take care of my brother. I’ll probably see you again before you go though,” she stuck her hand out to shake it in a firm little grip, then she would take her leave for the evening. It had been a long day and dinner sounded pretty good. |
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| Tommy Shepard | Jun 15 2011, 09:26 PM Post #15 |
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Tommy smiled. For all the mixed emotions seeing Kurt had brought up, in the end, it was nice to see a familiar face and to know that the people he left behind were doing well. It eased him a bit. Still, he knew that Kurt would, along with so much else, bring back the information of where he had gone. Soon his family and friends would know he was in Sanctuary. Would they think him a traitor? Would they disown him? Would they understand why he had made the decisions he had. Looking at Jac as she suggested they go off on their own, he knew that,whether they understood or not, he had made the right decision. "Alone time and pizza, my girl knows me too well," he said, smiling and motioning to Kurt and Brian proudly, the way one does when they realized they're accomplished something great. To Tommy, who thought that there would never be another person on the planet would would truly understand what life was like for him, meeting Jac was just that, an accomplishment. She knew him, she understood and, even when people said they were too different, he knew that at heart, he would know anyone who would mesh with him the same way. "It was really good to see you Kurt. I hope I get to again before you go. Brain, I'll see you in a bit bud," he said, scooping Jac up and speeding off with her. (exit Tommy and Jac) |
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