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| Topic Started: May 7 2014, 03:48 AM (1,017 Views) | |
| Wolfsbane | May 7 2014, 03:48 AM Post #1 |
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Timeframe: May 2nd, @ 2:00 pm The C-Train was still a good bit out from Penn Station, and its load of passengers - commuters, tourists, locals on their own personal errands, was pretty full. There were very few seats per car unoccupied, and each passenger went about their own business. It was the usual crew - some of them young adults cut off from the rest of the world by their MP3 players, two elderly ladies chattering away about whatever it is that old ladies chatter about while they're riding the train, the sleep-deprived individual nodding off thanks to the rhythmic motion of the train as it sped along the rails. All was going as it should have. *** "Ye know," Rahne Russell said with a soft smile, glancing over to her husband and then to her dear friend Dani, "I sometimes think I dinnae spend nearly enough time in this city. It truly is a marvel in its own right, aye?" "That's what I keep tellin' ye, but noooo, ye dinnae make visits out here so often, do ye?" Moira McTaggert, who had met up with the group once they'd arrived, teased, before reaching over and teasing the baby in her daughter's arms, tickling his tummy with gently strokes of her fingertips. It was odd, seeing him like this, knowing that the tiny device securely strapped to his wrist was holographically disguising him from the world at large, making him look for all the world like a normal, human baby boy, with a tuft of reddish brown hair at the top of his head. The difference in appearance had bothered Rahne at first, and she would find herself fidgeting with the image inducing device on him from time to time. He still smelled like himself, and that mitigated the problem, but she still found that he didn't look quite like her son, and that was odd for her. "This may be the first regular, non-magic teleport trip we've ever taken him on," Rahne said in response to Moira's teasing. "I just... ye know. I'm afraid he cannae handle it, so..." "I know. Bein' a first-time parent is scary. But look at 'im. He's handlin' this like a champ," Moira said with a smile. And sure enough, he was. He hadn't had any major tantrums, hadn't screamed or growled or tried to bite anybody. It probably helped that there were so many new things for him to see, to smell, to hear, that it seemed to awe him into quiet. "That is true," Rahne said, looking down to him as he looked back up, a wide mouthed smile on his little face. He was in a good mood today, and that was good by his mom. The better his mood, the better her day. She looked to Jack, and smiled. "I know it's a touch late, but am I the only one who's utterly dyin' f'r a good pizza? A good great big New York pie? Oh, goodness, I'd love that." |
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| Specter | May 7 2014, 04:52 AM Post #2 |
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Dallas's presence on this little day trip might have been surprising to some, simply because he knew hardly anybody in this group. Well, he knew them, he'd seen them all around the school's corridors and in the cafetorium where he spent so much of his time, knew their names, was familiar enough to offer them all a nod and a smile when he passed them in the hallways. But, Jack and Vic aside, he'd never really spent any time chatting to any of these folks, no proper conversations beyond asking what they'd like for lunch. And that was exactly why he was here. Dallas was a sociable kinda guy. As he saw it, the world was full of billions of friends he just hadn't met yet. What better way to get to know new people than to tag along on the big day out? The purpose of today wasn't entirely clear to him. It seemed to be part shopping trip, part tourist outing, part family gathering for the Russells. All of those things were fine by him. He wouldn't care if they'd journeyed to the city so that they could stand and stare at a wall for a few hours. It was the company which mattered to him. Oddly, though, he found himself feeling a little... glum wasn't really the right word but he was certainly struggling to hang onto his usual chirpiness. It was hard to put his finger on the reason why though. It wasn't shyness. That wasn't an affliction Dallas Gibson suffered with. It felt more like loneliness, which was absurd considering he was part of a huge group of Xavierites right now. But then he found himself looking at Jack with his lovely wife and baby, and Dr. McTaggert, and the recently returned Danielle Moonstar, and the way they smiled at each other, that look in their eyes. They were family, and it was a heart-warming thing to see. So why did it make his stomach twist so uncomfortably? Homesickness, he supposed. Dallas was very close to the grandfather who'd raised him and was missing him more as each day went by. Maybe he should think about jetting back to Portland for a couple of days soon, so he could visit. Not that he could afford that. It was an idea worth saving up for though. Plus, it had been a year now since he broke up with Keisha, and there'd been nobody else since. Maybe he was hankering after some affection of the romantic variety. And then there was his position at the school, something which increasingly made him feel a little isolated. He was part of the community, part of the great machine which made the school work, but he wasn't an X-Man, wasn't a teacher, wasn't Legacy, wasn't a student. He felt slightly separate from everyone except his colleagues in the kitchen, but then none of them harboured the interest Dallas had in using his experience to work his way onto a combat team so he was different to them too. How much did he really fit in? Did anyone in this group here today truly consider him part of the family? Or was he just the tag-along? Whine, whine, bitch, complain. Shut up, Gibson. This wasn't like him at all and he resolved to put a stop to this unexpected bout of self-pity and existential angst immediately. Instead of continuing to slump along with the others, Dallas tugged his hands from his pockets, plastered a friendly smile onto his lips, and listened out for a way in to the conversation. Soon enough, Rahne piped up and suggested pizza, something which he felt was always an excellent idea. "Taking the school cook to some other place to eat is harsh, Mrs. Russell," Dallas chimed in, his good-natured smile making it clear he was just joking. "But as long as I'm allowed to criticise everything they do and compare it unfavourably to my own cooking, count me in." That was fair, right? |
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| Mirage | May 9 2014, 09:44 PM Post #3 |
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Dani walked happily alongside her best friend Rahne and her beautiful family. As Moira and Rahne spoke, she’d occasionally stick her tongue out at the baby in an attempt to make him laugh. Sometimes she’d do it just to hear the baby squeal as he made the most adorable noises. She wouldn’t call it her biological clock, because babies still freaked her out to some degree, but baby Greg was different and she liked that about him. He didn’t seem delicate and easily broken, plus he belonged to Rahne. While the image inducer actually made her a bit weary of Greg, giving him that fragile look that all babies had (which scared her dearly) anytime he giggled and cooed she knew Greg was there somewhere. And if not, she’d try to pinch his furry little cheek to feel the real him as no one else would know why Dani tried to delicately touch those chubby cheeks. Once food was mentioned she was brought out of baby world and straight into human consumption world. “Yup, totally hungry for pizza. And Rahne, stop worrying. The trip is going to be fine. We’re going to be regular people shopping, bonding, and spending too much money on clothes we don’t need. Well, maybe you two will,” she teased Rahne and Moira. “I’m not a dress type of person.” Though there have been plenty of times she was forced into one against her will. She was sure she owned at least one dress somewhere and as she was doing a mental inventory of her closet, Dallas spoke up. "Taking the school cook to some other place to eat is harsh, Mrs. Russell," Dallas chimed in, his good-natured smile making it clear he was just joking. "But as long as I'm allowed to criticise everything they do and compare it unfavourably to my own cooking, count me in." “Oh Dallas, you know your cooking skills are top notch. Though I don’t think I’ve ever eaten your pizza before,” she added seriously. Dallas was one of the many people she didn’t know too well at the Institute and that was partially circumstance at play with her sabbatical and partially her fault as Dani for all her friendliness would tend to circle around familiar groups. (Provided she didn’t push away strangers already with her brash comments.) This seemed like the perfect opportunity to branch out and get to know those outside of her circle. As much as she loved her boys (Sam, Roberto, Doug, Piotr) and the remainder of her core group, Dani wanted to flutter around every social group learning more about them and becoming part of the community once again. She had been separated from everyone for so long that at times she felt a little bit out of the loop. “Have you ever made fry bread?” She asked Dallas seriously as this was both a test and a cheap attempt in finding someone somewhat familiar with Native cuisine. “Because every time I make it...it just never comes out quite right. I bet if you had cooking classes you’d be the most popular person at the Institute. Who doesn’t want to learn how to make fry bread or something more exotic...like sushi?” Using her shoulder she bumped into him playfully and smiled adding, “Think about it. If not at least consider making fry bread once in a while. I would owe you a lifetime of thanks for recreating my mom’s home cooking.” Dani turned back to look at the remainder of the crew that tagged along with them for this trip. “We’re going to eat pizza and Dallas will require your moral support if you like it better than his. We’re going back in the kitchen and stealing the recipe if anyone questions Dallas’ cooking honor,” because no one was going to show up her potential fry bread cooking chef as far as she was concerned. “Who is gonna join us?” And this was her way of determining which of the younger ones wanted to sneak off and whether or not that was a terrible or great idea. |
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| Anole | May 10 2014, 03:02 AM Post #4 |
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Vic stared down at the image inducer on his left wrist, a huge frown on his face. He hated that thing. It was like wearing a slave collar and just surrendering to all the hate out there. The people of Fairbury had accepted his appearance. The people at Xavier's had accepted his appearance. As far as he was concerned if no one else liked the way he looked, well then they could just go screw themselves! Then there was the problem of it itching. He never noticed it before because he never actually wore it, but for some reason it was giving him a rash and itching like crazy. Was he allergic to the metal backing on it or maybe the material the band was made out of? He didn't know. He reached over with his right hand, and careful not to rip open his skin with his claws, began rubbing and scratching at it. His eyes closed and his mouth hung open as the shear ecstasy of the itch going away made him groan a little. Now that the itching had resolved itself into an annoyance, Vic could concentrate on the conversation. He hadn't really expected Moira McTaggert to show up for their little shopping trip, but he guessed she'd wanted to see her granddaughter. He was having a little trouble understanding them though, Rahne's accent seemed to deepen a little when she was around Ms. McTaggert. Someone mentioned pizza, but he barely noticed. The stupid itching had started up again. "Ugh!" He groaned as he started scratching at it again. “We’re going to eat pizza and Dallas will require your moral support if you like it better than his. We’re going back in the kitchen and stealing the recipe if anyone questions Dallas’ cooking honor. Who is gonna join us?” He tried to smile up at her, and said, "yeah, pizza sounds..good." He was a little too distracted to make his words sound convincing at all. |
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| Martha Johansson | May 12 2014, 08:02 AM Post #5 |
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Group excursions were always enjoyable, especially when they didn't arise from someone attempting to assert global control or destroy mutants or humans or doing whatever it was to establish being evil sucked. The occasional disruption of balance remained tolerable, particularly because an array of extraordinary abilities conspiring to tackle the threat ensured eventual success; repeated occurrences, however, were, put simply, infuriating. The entire world needed a break and if it wasn't getting one, at least the Institute could try one for itself. Martha was unsure if anyone designed an official itinerary for the day. Familiar voices chattered on about specific plans concerning clothes and electronics and video games and food, two of which she agreed with. Having only ever interacted with her phone and the television, and being proudly unfamiliar with all things video games made Martha the perfect companion for splurging on a new summer wardrobe and delicious pretzels, both the only items on a mental checklist. Though, any delicious treat would suffice, even street vendor hot dogs provided they at least attempted to strive for cleanliness and she was willing to lower her standards. The man following her didn't help, though, and Martha sent him several disapproving glances, eventually cursing herself for deciding to mingle with those at the back of the group. At first it seemed like a mutual path, that he actually knew where to go as they wandered, but catching a brief, inappropriate smile told her otherwise. So she crossed her arms over her chest and trudged faster towards the front, catching up with the Russels and Ms. Moonstar. She too smiled down at baby Greg, laughing at literally everything he did -- it was impossible not to, babies were absolutely wonderful. When they weren't kicking and screaming and pulling hair, of course. "I used think staying in the Institute would eventually result in cabin fever but Quagmire back there is making me rethink that," she complained, looking back again to reassure herself there was enough distance between them. But talk of pizza replaced the indignant expression with a smile and Martha nodded along with Mirage's words. "She's right, Mrs. Russel. In fact, people might even mistake us for humans!" An audible gasp was loosed, Martha chuckling afterwards. "It's going to be great. Really. The only problem we'll encounter is having some overly eager students comply with 'no' in response to buying everything in every store." An unfamiliar voice joined in and Martha realized she never would have imagined it to be Dallas Gibson. Granted, most interactions were limited to the Legacy Squad but completely overlooking someone had no legitimate excuse. What could she say? 'Oh, I'm sorry, I completely forgot about you!' Immediately "New Girl" came to mind, along with its signature 'douchebag jar.' Instead, she offered, "You'll have to treat us to your pizza after today, Dallas. So we can compare and officially declare yours the best." Ms. Moonstar's declaration brought another grin. "Or we could sneak in his recipe because, c'mon, we all know Dallas will win." |
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| Werewolf | May 13 2014, 04:28 AM Post #6 |
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Jack could hardly believe that his son was two months old. Even as an infant Greg managed to be fiercely demanding and attentively curious all at once, dazzled by the sights, sounds, and smells of the subway, but he was always quick to remind both his parents just who was to be the focus in their life. Hoping to prolong that inevitable moment that Greg became too overwhelmed with being in the city for the first time, Jack had stashed a tiny baggie of Cheerios in the chest pocket of his cotton shirt in preparation for the day trip. When his son had any inkling of whimpering, the feral man would slip him a Cheerio or two and the moments of stress would quickly become forgotten. Jack's own mother had employed the same tactic when he was a young child, giving him cracker-sized pieces of turtă dulce to keep him from fussing in a public place. Unfortunately he suspected that Greg would soon learn to catch on to exactly how he needed to behave to get a treat.. For now Jack enjoyed the quiet, his arm resting on the back of Rahne's seat and curled protectively her and subsequently their child as she held him in her lap. He knew logically that it was necessary to introduce Greg to the city, but he could not help feeling conflicted that it had to be under the guise of an image inducer. As far as Jack or his wife knew, their son had yet to show any ability of shapeshifting, thus implying he was exactly as he appeared to be. That much did not bother Jack, but it was the fact that Greg had to experience hiding so early on in his life and likely would have to learn more methods of concealing himself as he got older to pass for a human. As much as he didn't like it, Jack was nonetheless reassured that Greg would not face those problems alone. Besides Moira in their group, everyone else had grown accustomed to keeping their mutations discreet, from Dallas Gibson and his shadow to Vic Borkowski and his green, scaly skin. Greg would always be in good company, that much Jack knew for sure. He also knew that he was starving and Rahne's suggestion of pizza was extremely appealing. "It's never late for pizza," Jack noted, knowing that between work and tending to Greg there were some days he hardly had a chance to eat an entire meal. Around him in the subway car, Dallas was quick to point out that as the school's cook he was already biased about what pizza was good, and Dani and Martha were equally as quick to support that his pizza was undoubtedly better. Vic, on the other hand, was quiet, looking very uncomfortable in a mirage of human features and scratching at the area around the image inducer. Jack felt for the boy, knowing that he would be in the same position if he could not change from one shape to the other. He leaned forward, waiting until he could catch Vic's eye. "We won't have to hide forever, you know," Jack said quietly with a nod, attempting to be sensible about their position. He could not stop himself from looking again to Greg, the unfamiliar human features looking innocently back at him with equal mixed feelings. At least I hope. |
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| Colossus | May 20 2014, 02:18 AM Post #7 |
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"And I swear, Tovarischa, nobody has ever hit me as hard as that before or since. Just be glad he decided to join our side, you might never have to go toe to toe with him this way." Piotr finished, looking to Armor, one of the newest mutants in Piotr's specialty. Technically, her power was most likely a form of telekenesis, but she used her armor for strength and durability purposes, and he offered her his experience in those regards. He'd almost not wanted to come. Another day in New York City, doing something that would undoubtedly make people hate mutants more, but then it was explained that it was more like a one day holiday, that they were just going to town to relax and get away from drama, and Piotr decided that that was well worth risking being in public. Maybe, or maybe not, he was paranoid about bumping into Laynia, and finding out that she had moved on to someone else. Oh god, that would be a real knife to the chest, considering the reason she had called it quits with him. Jack and Rahne were up ahead with a few others, and they had baby Greg covered in an image induced human baby guise. Personally, Piotr used to not care if a mutant wanted to appear human. Hell, his power was only on half the time, give or take, and he always looked human shaped. But now, now Piotr seemed to be more metal than flesh more often. As if he was starting to identify as the metal mutant more than the human he was born as. And with that changing of identity, came the new belief that Greg was a beautiful baby with his fur and tail and everything, and that it should be a crime to force him to look human just for the benefit of other people who might possibly barely glance at the kid for a tenth of a second... He needed to think of happier things. No sense in getting upset on a day off. It would just ruin the relaxing buzz. "Any pizza is amazing pizza," He called up to the front group, overhearing their conversation, "but I'm sure Dallas will have a better recipe at home." Then he turned, smiling to Armor. "Truthfully, I just really, really like pizza and I don't care who makes it. What about you?" |
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| Armor | May 21 2014, 04:55 PM Post #8 |
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Hisako had been anxiously awaiting this little trip for a few days now. As soon as she saw the sign-up sheet, she got right on board. Not only did she enjoy shopping and such, being able to see more of New York was just as fun. She technically was still fairly new to America. During all the events that had taken place in the year she’d been in the U.S., there wasn’t much free time to go out and explore the state of New York, or at least not as much as she would have liked. But now things had settled down quite a bit, hopefully allowing her to go see and learn more of this somewhat foreign culture. The train ride was said to take a while, according to Mrs. Russell, so Hisako engaged in conversation with Piotr to pass the time. His stories were all very interesting, absorbing her interest. She had asked if he could still feel pain while in his metallic form, in which he began to go on about the strongest hits he’d endured. "And I swear, Tovarischa, nobody has ever hit me as hard as that before or since.” “Well you haven’t been hit by me, yet.” She jokingly teased. Piotr was a nice man, and she’d spent quite a bit of time in his class. They’re abilities were alike, yet different. Durability and strength were something they shared, and if he had wisdom to share, she was all ears. He’d had quite a bit of time in the field, so he was bound to have helpful tips and such. The mentioning of pizza caused Armor to steer her attention from Colossus to the group ahead of them. She was hungry, to the point where anything sounded good right now. The others were right in saying that Dallas’s pizza was more than likely better than where we’d be getting it from. “Judging by the other food you’ve fixed us, I’d say your pizza is quite a bit better.” She pitched in. She personally enjoyed all the meals the institute provided. Lunches weren’t anything like those from her school back at home; they were better. Before turning back to Piotr, an image induced Greg caught her eye. He was adorable, even in this human-like state. It was odd though, seeing him without a bushy tail and fur. The girl gave him a big smile, then tinkle-waved. His smile was adorable, drooling as he did. Hisako giggled, then turned back around. "Truthfully, I just really, really like pizza and I don't care who makes it. What about you?" “It is pretty tasty. In my country, we had something similar called okonomiyaki. The crust is more like a pancake though and the toppings could really be anything. Okonomi means ‘to one’s liking’, so the name fits. Mom would make them with seafood on top.” Just thinking of her mother’s home-cooked meals made her stomach rumble out of hunger. “Maybe I’ll try and make it for you sometime, or have Dallas do it.” She chuckled. |
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| Wolfsbane | May 21 2014, 07:35 PM Post #9 |
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"Harsh nothin', Mister Gibson," Rahne said with a soft laugh and a shake of her head. "We're in New York City. One does nae simply spend a day in the city without gettin' a good pie." The trip had been going well so far, and this experience of the local transit system just reminded Rahne of how little of this city she had actually experienced. She'd spent time in Mutant Town, and she'd been here in the city on a few occasions to help save the day, but simply to experience the city? This may have been the first time. They'd been to see Strawberry Fields, at least, which was a treat for her and for Moira, especially, having been a Beatlephile herself and passed that love down to her adopted daughter. "Jack, my dear, yuir wisdom knows no bounds. I think we should put that on a plaque and mount it on a wall. 'Never too late for pizza'," Rahne said with a smirk as their train slowed to a stop. Penn Station, one of the more famous train stations in the city and in many ways a tourist stop in and of itself. She couldn't help but be a little excited, really. "Alright now," Moira said, standing up and stretching her legs a bit as the throng of passengers began to exit the train in a rush. "I think our nearest pizza parlor is a few blocks from here." "Gettin' t' be an expert on the city, aye?" Rahne asked, adjusting Greg in her arms as she got up. "Rahne, I make it muh business to know where I'm at if I can help it," Moira said with a tease. "I rather think you lot would be lost without me." The exit was relatively smooth and painless, if not a bit crowded, which gave the baby a bit for fuss about. Rahne subconsciously took a head count, sorting out the scents of all the people they'd taken the trip with. Dani and Jack, she scented out immediately. Piotr and Victor and Martha and Hisako and Dallas... Alright, everyone was accounted for and everything... Rahne winced slightly, as from a track they weren't on, the sound of metallic screeching sounded out, abnormal and loud. Greg started crying, thrashing his little limbs in his mom's arms. Something was wrong. *** It happened all so suddenly. One moment, things were going fine with the C-Train. Right on schedule, no passenger incidents, none of that. Then the brakes decided to misbehave. A panicked call to control yielded no answer. The conductor had a major problem on his hands and he couldn't fix it. Catastrophic malfunction. Later in time, speculation would run rampant pending an investigation as to what happened - perhaps terrorists sabotaged the train, perhaps a mutant did something to the electrical connection, perhaps the engineer was drunk - but for right now, in this time, it was just a train speeding far too quickly into the station. It struck the barrier at the end of the line, the guards designed to keep a speeding train from going too far, with far too much force. The collision was nothing short of catastrophic - slamming with the force and sound of an explosion as the train crashed off the rails, ending in an abrupt and painful fashion what had seemed to be a successful commute for so many people. *** Rahne cringed visibly at the sound of the collision, her body reflexively changing itself into what may very well have been its natural state. People were already running, and the sudden appearance of a werewolf in their midst only seemed to accelerate the escape. "Mum," Rahne said as she held her crying, screaming son over to Moira, "take him an' get him out o' here." "Rahne, ye cannae -" Moira protested as she took her grandson, frowning slightly as she did. "I can help, an' that's what I'm gonna do," Rahne interrupted. "Now go. Jack, Dani, Piotr?" Out of all of them, they were the ones most trained to help in a disaster situation. The students, those who were just faculty... She couldn't ask them to rush into potential danger alongside her. She gave them one look, glancing in her mother's direction as she reluctantly evacuated the area with her infant grandson in her grasp, and then she turned and ran towards the crash. She could only hope there were survivors when she got there. ((Feel free to expand upon the state of the crash in your posts.)) |
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| Specter | May 22 2014, 01:52 AM Post #10 |
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If Dallas had been looking to get his ego tickled, then the chorus of approval regarding his cookery skills certainly did the job. The compliments brought a beaming smile to his lips, an expression which sat far more comfortably on his features than the slightly glum countenance he'd been sporting previously. He reserved particularly grateful smiles for Martha and Hisako. He didn't know either of them well at all so it struck him as especially kind of them to take the time to be so nice to him. Already, he realised the 'I'm-an-outsider' feeling he'd been experiencing was entirely of his own making. These were good people and not one of them had made him feel unwelcome. Not just them, but everyone at the school. He had no idea why he'd been feeling so down today, it was most out of character for him. Maybe there was no decent explanation and he'd just woken up on the wrong side of the bed that morning. Everybody had bad days and Dallas was no exception. Luckily, however, he wasn't someone who ever stayed down in the dumps for long and his mood was lifting thanks to the friendliness of the crowd he found himself part of today. The smile he was now sporting remained and it no longer took a force of will to keep it there. Dani bumped his shoulder and that smile was turned in her direction. Like him, she'd recently returned to mansion life although he got the strong impression that her homecoming was a much more notable event than his own. He'd only spent a few months at the school years earlier, so only a handful of people had been particularly aware of who he was when he came back in early February. Dani, though, was a veteran, part of a group of peers with powerful and long-held friendships. She was kind've a big deal. Since she was so highly thought of, Dallas was glad of the opportunity to spend some time with her today and her words only made him like her more. Complimenting his cooking skills generally did the trick. She asked if he'd ever made fry bread and suggested he think about holding some cookery classes at the school. "That's never actually occurred to me before," he admitted. "Huh." Could he run some classes? Dallas had never thought of himself as a teacher before. Becoming one of the actual teaching staff at the school seemed way beyond his capabilities, he didn't have the qualifications for such a position. But running a few extra-curricular cooking sessions could work? Hrm. Something to consider. After a few seconds of contemplating that idea, Dallas snapped himself back to attention and offered Dani a smile. "Oh, and yeah, I've made fry bread before. I mean, just a couple times and it's been a few years. I liked how it turned out though. I'll make you some this week sometime, if you like." After a couple of practise runs, obviously. He never served up a dish to anyone if he wasn't confident it was good. As they arrived at Penn Station, Dallas filed out with the others, overhearing the discussion passing between Piotr and Hisako as he did so. Since jumping into Rahne's conversation had worked out pretty well for him, Dallas figured he'd try the same tactic again. "Did I hear someone say okonomiyaki?" he grinned. "Man, that stuff is good. I've never tried making my own but I'll give it a whirl for you, Hisako," he offered. "Just let me know what toppings you'd like. I'll practise a little and then maybe I can make some for you next... uh, next... week..." Dallas trailed off as he spoke, becoming distracted by the tooth-jangling shriek of metal against metal assaulting his ear drums. Turning to see what the commotion was, Dallas jerked backwards, his jaw hanging open at what he witnessed. The panic of the commuters and tourists around them seemed to be almost instantaneous, people screaming and running for the exits. Like Rahne, Dallas reacted differently, instinct taking over. His mind reached out and, in less than a second, his shadow had risen from it's place on the platform under his feet, snaked its way up his body and encased him, fusing with his cells to create of figure of almost solid grey-black. He'd responded to accidents plenty of times during his years spent as a solo hero in Portland and he knew time was of the essence. A few lost minutes was the difference between life and death in a situation like this. Not that he'd ever actually dealt with a situation like this. They were looking at a major incident here, not the car crashes and house fires he'd tackled in the past. But that wouldn't stop him from doing everything he could to help the passengers at risk. Rahne was quick to direct her fellow X-Men and Dallas suddenly remembered he wasn't a solo act anymore, he couldn't just go tearing off to do his own thing. He planned to be an X-Man and Warren Worthington himself had told him that a big part of that meant following orders and working as part of a team. With that in mind, he reached out and touched his fingertips to Werewolf's elbow to get his attention. "Jack, I'm coming with you. I can help," he said quickly. He hadn't phrased it as a question but the searching look in his blackened eyes made it clear he was looking for permission. As much as he was desperate to help, he would obey Jack's wishes. |
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| Mirage | May 23 2014, 02:47 AM Post #11 |
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Everything seemed to be going so well as little groups began to break out and converse and those that seemed timid and shy were brought into the group with ease. Everyone was doing their part and it made Dani declare this to be a successful trip, especially after witnessing the semi private moment between Jack and Vic. There were things she wanted to do, such as prod Martha for more power bantering and maybe squeeze in a private conversation with Piotr if she had the chance. He was a nice enough guy and well, it seemed as if he were vying for best friend status, so why not give him that opportunity? When tragedies occur they always happen so rapidly that for people like Dani they can never be sure how it all started. There was just this moment of a terrible screeching metal sound and afterwards everything sped up and she simply began to react to the events around her. She went to account for the kids first. Vic and Hisako seemed okay for the most part. All of the adults from her vantage point were also unharmed. After having completed that careful check it was time to get to business. “HERE!” She yelled to Rahne, mostly so her voice could carry and she could be heard by the others in the group in case they needed her. “We need to calm down the crowds and those stuck inside,” she said thinking of immediate needs. Crowd control, it’s what she could do. Dani understood those who were yelling and frantic were a danger to themselves and others and she needed to calm down as many people as possible until help arrived. It felt wrong to use her powers in that fashion, but to make them think of their most relaxed memory, even something slightly joyful or serene would be better than what they were feeling. She could only imagine the number of people who were experiencing high blood pressure and those whose adrenaline was about to wear off causing them to feel the massive amount of injuries they had sustained. They all reached the train wreck and Dani felt proud of herself for not gasping, as there was blood everywhere. From the corner of her eye, she saw a severed limb and she looked back to see what the others were thinking and again wanting to protect Vic and Hisako. So many people were screaming and when Dani tried to move something out of the way and was stopped, she peeked in and caught sight of someone screaming at the top of their lungs. She apologized in Cheyenne and sent a psionic arrow, attaching it with a memory of when they were most serene and relaxed. When the person calmed down and she saw her plan had worked, she looked back at the rest of the team and the students. “Someone start pulling the debris off, so I can start calming down folks so that medics can get to them. That adrenaline of theirs isn't going to last forever and people are gonna start freaking out." And the last thing everyone needed was victims acting irrationally due to the trauma and pain as it would make helping them ten times more difficult, especially as the amount of damage, blood loss, bodily harm, and death was probably starting to tick up. |
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| Anole | May 23 2014, 03:57 AM Post #12 |
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"We won't have to hide forever, you know," Jack said quietly with a nod, attempting to be sensible about their position. Vic leaned towards Jack and said quietly, "it's not just the hiding thing that's bothering me right now. It's itching like crazy. It's like I'm allergic to it, but it's never bothered me before." He shrugged. Maybe it was a psychological thing. Maybe he did hate hiding that much. The train finally pulled into Penn Station. It was a beautiful, awe-inspiring place and it never ceased to take Vic's breath away. He just knew he could spend days exploring it, and that was alright with him. The sudden ear-splitting screech of metal on metal caught his attention. He turned to look just as the other train slammed into the concrete barrier. Vic flung his right arm up in front of his face as the explosion from the collision blew dirt, rock and bits of metal in a huge arc. Stunned for a second, Vic wasn't actually sure what to do. He caught Ms. Russell giving him a look that said, 'stay here.' He returned it with a look that said, 'like hell.' He took off running towards the front of the train. Leaping up on top of the train, he crawled through a large hole into the cab. What he saw made him violently ill. The driver had been neatly sliced into two. He made his way over to the door. It was twisted and jammed. He shoved the claws of his right hand into the metal of the door, and bracing himself by using his wallcrawling ability, began to slowly pull the door open with a loud squeal. After getting the door open, he entered the cabin to scene of horror and destruction. He leaned down to check one woman's pulse. Nothing. He was about to move on when he heard a gasping from underneath her. He turned her over. A small child of maybe five years was laying there. She seemed to be fighting to breath and was slowly turning blue. "Oh, god!" He yelled out. Vic grabbed her and made his way back out. "Help! She's not breathing! She's turning blue! Help!" He screamed as he ran with her to platform. He set her gingerly down on the floor and yelled out, "help!" |
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| Colossus | May 24 2014, 03:18 AM Post #13 |
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"...Oko..nomi..yaki?" Piotr's ability to speak Japanese was based solely on a few words to keep him from getting into a misunderstanding should he find himself in Japan, or worse, winding up trying not to be killed. "I'm afraid is a new one for me. Would not be against trying it out though." Anything else he would have said was cut off by finally hearing screeching metal screaming down one of the rail tunnels... He didn't understand an awful lot of the inner workings of the universe, much less the tendency for something awful to happen she life seemed to be at it's most relaxed state. It was a simple vacation day, and bam! Disaster. The crashing of the train was heard long before Piotr could by the three wolves, by Dani, by Victor probably. Piotr's hearing wasn't really much better than a regular human. But when the train smashed into the retaining wall and destruction became the event of the moment, Piotr powered up just as quickly as Rahne and Dallas. Wolfsbane directed the younger ones to stay behind, immediately answered by Dallas jumping to Jack's side offering assistance, and Vic running off toward the wreckage. God damn it. Nobody listens. Angrily, Piotr strode forward. He shot a look at Dallas and Hisako, his frustration at the general lack of adhering to an obvious authority figure weighing on him. "Specter, Armor, Düppel! Crowd control. Get the people under control and keep them safe. Make the paramedics and police a way in and keep yourselves in hearing distance should any of us call you for assistance! Hop to it!" Moving to the side of the train, ignoring Victor's nervous breakdown and hysterical screams, he peeled the side of the train back and open, giving his x-men colleagues a bigger entrance to get inside and help any survivors. "Anole!" He shouted, "Shut up and actually keep your head in the game! CPR is more useful for that little girl than screaming like a frightened civilian! Emergency response most likely will arrive shortly." He would most likely apologize for snapping at the lizard boy later, but for now, if the kid decided he was ready to go ahead and ignore an order to stay behind, he deserved to be treated like an adult. Which meant not allowing him to freak out when he suddenly realizes things, such as disasters and little kids possibly dying, are terribly real. Turning, Piotr moved to open another train car and reached in to clear out the wreckage. |
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| Martha Johansson | May 24 2014, 08:38 AM Post #14 |
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Conversations continued, occasionally diverging then converging, only to separate once again before details or a reference to something allowed for everyone to chime in, contributing to the basic idea while discussing expansions with those nearby. Martha found it rather relieving not having to worry over a potential attack -- granted, neo-Purifiers or mislead humans were always among the possibilities but a mutant foray seemed highly improbable at the moment, so she continued to smile, sporadically watching baby Greg blow bubbles or make gurgling noises or flail his limbs and laugh at things visible only to him. Sometimes she watched his mother briefly, remembering their conversation months ago; she mentioned remaining in her lycanthropic form to impart acceptance of oneself to Greg, a notion Martha fully supported. Mutant children had it rough. Mutant children born with their gifts already active had it the roughest. Countless Danger Room sessions allowed for a "sixth sense," though a more accurate term was perhaps a danger sense of sorts, the innate ability to discern when an opponent was about to strike or when events wouldn't follow the plan. However, anticipating what occurred next was nearly impossible. First came the scream of a train, then a horrific crash, and finally complete panic. Martha stood shocked for several seconds. She'd half expected a few mundane idiots, not this. "Specter, Armor, Düppel! Crowd control. Get the people under control and keep them safe. Make the paramedics and police a way in and keep yourselves in hearing distance should any of us call you for assistance! Hop to it!" Colossus' voice shot through to Martha and she blinked, immediately turning to him and nodding before moving toward a panicked mess of civilians and injured passengers. Those who'd sustained damage were fueled by adrenaline, presently incapable of truly processing the situation or their pain, instead pushing past others and worsening the situation. Martha knew no matter what she did, it would be radial -- with these many targets, it had to be. And she still didn't have the skills to pick and choose who felt the effects. So she searched for an area away from the fellow mutants, especially from the adults because without their mutations any hope of saving the badly injured was impossible. Martha caught Anole in her peripheral, carrying the body of a younger girl and screaming for help, but thankfully Colossus offered a reality check. It was stressful, yes, but now was not the time to forget everything and breakdown. At first everything went smoothly: she utilized some basic telepathic assertion, directing a large group of people to the side and away from the entrance but still nearby the adult X-Men. However, the difficulty arose from trapping more; Martha was already nearing fifty meters and was forced to move away from her teammates in fear of ensnaring them, too, and eventually realized a psycho-chaff was her best bet. Ignoring the possibility of frightening some even more, she telepathically projected the required warning. ::I'm about to resort to a psycho-chaff, which means you all will need to distance yourselves unless you want to experience psychic paralysis. The field will be large, at least sixty meters, so if necessary, direct them here and you'll have a clear path. Here it comes:: With that, Martha changed gears, momentarily freeing her targets before immediately encapsulating them in a psycho-chaff, rendering everyone caught motionless. They stood with blank expressions, trapped in a stupor. Compared to her other telepathic faculties, this was far more familiar and considerably stronger. And considering it could endure eight hours, it allowed the others to perform their duties. |
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| Armor | May 29 2014, 07:42 AM Post #15 |
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"Did I hear someone say okonomiyaki? Man, that stuff is good. I've never tried making my own but I'll give it a whirl for you, Hisako," Hearing Dallas speak of the Japanese delicacy caused Hisako's face to light up in joy. "Aww Dallas, you're so sweet! I'll definitely be taking you up on that offer. Expect a grocery list from me sometime within the next week." The girl teased, grinning at the man. She honestly hadn't expected anyone around to be familiar with the dish. Returning her attention to the muscular X-Man, an idea popped in her head. "Ooo, Piotr! You should come try it when Dallas makes it, if he doesn't mind of course. I guarantee you'll like it." Okay, so she really couldn't 'guarantee' anything, considering what she personally liked to eat on hers, but seeing his reaction to it would definitely be memorable. Upon arriving at Penn Station, Hisako made her way through the crowd exiting the train, catching up with the others. Just a few moment later, tragedy struck. As usual, the unexpected happened. Watching the train crash into the barrier was terrible. Between the sounds of the screeching metal and the collision itself, her ears were ringing bad, to the point that she could barely make out the screams and cries of those around her. The sight was horrific, blood and pain seeming to be everywhere around her. She could only wonder, was this a nightmare? Could she wake up and this all go away? Sadly, this was reality, and action was necessary. "Come on Hisako, you need to be brave. Prove yourself." She muttered to herself. First thing was first, locate her acquaintances. Trying her best not to focus on the gore around her, she one by one picked out her group. Piotr caught her attention once again, only this time he was giving her orders. "On it." She stated assuredly. Within an instant, her feet rose from the ground about six inches. Red, psionic energy formed around her, creating her armor, she floating within it. The armor wasn't very large at the moment, as she didn't want to become an obstacle to those escaping. So many people needed help, it was almost overwhelming. Where should the young girl start? The telepath, Martha, provided that starting point for her by warning the others of her psycho-chaff. Armor's attention quickly focused on a middle-aged man, yelling in agony as he lay on the ground, a steel piece of railing puncturing his right leg. Quickly running over, Hisako kneeled next to him. If she touched him or tried to move him, would it only make the injury worse? She couldn't decide, or even think at that, given the man's continuous shouting. Hisako looked down at him, trying not to stare at the injury. "Everything is going to be alright, okay? We're going to get you out of here. Just bear with me, okay?" She tried to be as reassuring as possible, but it didn't seem to be working. He continued to scream and thrash. He needed into that chaff before he hurt himself even more. Without hesitation, Hisako grabbed him by his arms, slowly dragging him near Martha. As soon as he was in range of the chaff, she dashed out of the way so as to not be caught in it as well. The next nearest civilian in need was a woman pinned between fallen concrete, in which the girl quickly ran over to take care of. |
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