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| Topic Started: Jan 17 2018, 07:33 AM (98 Views) | |
| Stepford Cuckoos | Jan 17 2018, 07:33 AM Post #1 |
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Telepathy/hivemind
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[January 8th 13:45] New York was awash with a post Christmas buzz. The streets were filled with people reclaiming their city after the tourists had departed from festive holidays and New Year parties. Shops were busy while their sales were in full swing with children spending the money they received and adults just looking to pick up a bargain, that sweater they didn't get or that pair of shoes that went with a new dress. Decorations had finally been taken down or were in the process of with workers on the backs of cherry pickers taking down the last star lights and string lanterns that crossed the streets. Things were finally getting back to normal, but at least there was still a few days left before college started again for the second semester. Like everybody else the girls were enjoying the sales, hands full with bags that were fit to bursting with new clothes, shoes, make up and all manner of things that they really had no need for after Christmas but the signs across store windows with words like '50% off' and 'Sale Now' was like a lightbulb to a moth. They had in fact managed a few practical things, a new coffee maker because the one Miss Frost had gotten for the apartment just wasn't quite up to scratch, and a new waffle machine that they really just bought to try waffles, even though they knew that they would likely never be the same as the ones at the school. Snow fell lightly and lined the pavements, turning to slush as the drum of feet upon it continued. Pulling scarves tighter around their necks the girls continued on. "Where to next?" "Mindee want's to look in the music shop at Broadway and Houston" "Ugh but i'm tired, lets go home so i can take a bath" "We went to Tiffanys for you Phoebe and all you wanted to do was look" "Yea and you got that bracelet so everybody won there" "Well we'll go to the music shop and then ho..." Cut off by a snowball to the back Sophie turned around and glared while her sisters giggled. Eyes searching the crowds of people walking past to find whoever had thought it would be funny to throw snowballs to no avail. With an 'ugh' she turned and resumed her stride with sisters still giggling a little only for Celeste to be the next victim, the snowball hitting her head and breaking apart, ice cold water trickling down the back of her neck. "Ew" One could be a mistake but two seemed less likely. All sisters spinning around this time, with the culprit a little more obvious now standing in the middle of the pavement. A teenager.. Perhaps a little older with his friends flanking him just like the girl were standing, except while the girls faces held no expression now the snowballers had smiles. Flirting? They had been warned to watch out for it at college but apart from the odd guy asking for their number the closest they got to flirting was what guys around them imagined they had the balls to say. No, the smiles weren't kind, they were more sneers. They didn't say anything, but one threw another snowball this time flying over the heads of the girls. In broad daylight their eyes only glowed slightly, simply making them a little brighter. ::Mutants:: The thoughts were loud, there was no need to delve anywhere to hear them but the question was how did they know? They had been very careful not to talk in turn, not to speak together, even going so far as to have mundane conversations when around others despite how slow it could be. A big problem with New York was the impersonality of it all. Although it may not have looked like anything to any passer by, still nobody batted an eye at the standoff. ::Dirty Mutants:: Another snowball and a laugh from the group of guys. Remember Bobby's words, and Mr Summers not to start fights, to blend in and just be the normal girls like they wanted to do. With a deep breath, the sisters simply turned and started to walk away and that's when it started, more snowballs, more than just one at a time. At least this time people paid attention but still nobody stepped in. "Stop it, stop it we're not mutants" Phoebe finally shouted. Nobody had said a word during, but her voice had stopped everybody in their tracks, the boys stopped throwing Snowballs, and a few passers by stopped to look at them still mostly unaware of what had happened. "What?" "How did they know?" The boys were glancing at each other, talking, questioning. It took a moment but one of them managed to at least piece something of the truth together. Simply quintuplets walking in unnatural step was enough to arise suspicion, fear of mutants was enough to give them the balls to confront them, but it was the girls that had given them proof. "They are mutants" "They used their powers on us" It seemed they were regaining the nerve to continue the confrontation. Those around who had stopped had now continued on their way bringing new people with no idea of the situation into the area. "Get them" Was enough to incite the boys back to throwing snowballs though when the snow thinned or took to long to ball up small pebbles or rubbish on the pavement was the easiest thing. Cowering and screaming from the barrage for just a moment thoughts passed between the sisters ::Run:: ::Diamond:: ::Fight:: Walking away hadn't worked before, they boys had followed and were likely to do the same should the girls try. But turning diamond was going to cause a scene, as was fighting. Their way of defense though, was not quite as obvious. It took a moment to find them in the girls panic, but their minds were loud and boisterous and soon enough it all stopped. Only moments had passed, pedestrians had stopped and watched on, nobody stepping in on the girls behalf. Now, just another standoff, the girls pulling scarves tighter around their cheek and hats down to cover as much of their eyes as possible. ::We have you now:: Five voices spoke together through the men's minds and while they tried to shout or speak to each other, the girls had shut off their ability to do so. Already their eyes held fear, but the anger in them was evident. ::Its not very nice to throw things at people, especially when you don't know what they are capable of:: Edited by Stepford Cuckoos, Jan 17 2018, 07:35 AM.
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| Remy Lebeau | Jan 19 2018, 12:48 PM Post #2 |
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Throwing Cards, Exploding Things, Ace Sense of Humour
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Christmas was finally over and life was calming down, the hustle and bustle and stress of the holiday almost all but gone. Shops held their post-Christmas sale to milk some more cash out of the populace and the decorations that once adorned the streets had been taken down or were about to be. For his part, Remy was more than happy to say goodbye to Christmas, New Year's and the whole lot. Out of all of the holidays, he liked them the least. They had a tendency to bum him out, this year more so than usual, and they didn't really have much in the way of positive associations attached to them. Remy sauntered down the street, pausing on occasion to peek through shop windows. He didn't enter any as there was nothing he was interested in. He had already bought everything he needed; a new collection of card decks (about fifty or so), an assortment of cigarettes types and a stash of liquor - his last remaining stock having been emptied the first day of 2018 in a particularly unhealthy moment of weakness - as well as Sonny Landreth's new album. An unlit cigarette hung from his lips and his fingers jiggled loose change in his pockets restlessly. Red-on-black eyes lazily dragged over the meandering people of shoppers disinterestedly, dark shades pushed all the way up his nose. He bore the appearance of a man of stature and sophistication, dressed in a long, dark winter coat, the collar pulled all the way up, and a dark gentleman hat, as well as a wine red scarf. The clothes were clearly tailor made, the bottom hem of the coat and its sleeves embroidered with snaking patterns reminiscent of veins or roots. Appearances were indeed deceiving. He scratched at the week old stubble on his chin and jaw absentmindedly, eyes not focusing on much of anything, but as he continued to roll leisurely down the street, a shift in atmosphere caught his attention. There was a pause in the flow of walking people, a momentary lull in the buzz and hum of faceless voices. Curious, Remy picked up the pace and a bit further down the street he set eyes upon five identical girls and a couple boys verbally and physically assaulting them. Oh, but it was quite a scene, one that none around interfered with even as the girls cowered under a shower of snow, pebbles and road trash. But the boys stopped quite suddenly, fear and anger clear in their eyes as they stared at the mutant girls (for they were indeed mutants, judging by the outburst of one of them. They clearly did something to shut the boys up.) Pulling his hat down, Remy calmly approached the girls from behind and put a comforting hand on one of the girls' shoulder, and spoke to their ears only. "Se detendre. Whatever you belle femmes be doin' exactly, I suggest you stop wit' dat me an' release dem." He removed the hand and brushed past them, spinning around to flash all five of them a smile, before he turned to the boys. "Now, you couyons," he clucked his tongue, "it be tres, tres impolite t' pick on dem belle ladies. Not a nice t'ing t' do, non." Remy's words were honey sweet and silver, calming and soothing, without a trace of any anger or hostility. "I be passin' by here, you see, an' I saw what you done did." He shook his head and slowly lifted his hands to tilt his shades down so that he could look at them over the rim. The boys followed his every motion, their eyes glued to him, completely transfixed and spellbound by his charm. "Now I don' know what you mamas tol' you 'bout how t' treat ladies, but where I'm from - an' it be a tres bon place - you respect dem." Their eyes lit with surprise, fear and then utter awe and astonishment once they saw his red-on-black eyes. "Undastand?" he smiled amiably, "If you do, den I recommend you apologize t' de dames." |
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| Kitty Pryde | Jan 20 2018, 04:46 AM Post #3 |
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New York City It had been more than a few years since she’d been here, and more than a few things had happened while she’d spent time trying to live her life as a human. Well, not as a human, but not as an X-Men. She’d taken time away from Xavier’s, from the team, to attend school and earn a degree or two. It had been an interesting experiment, and one she didn’t regret doing, but it was time to be back home. And then there was her father’s death at the hands of those who hated mutants. Kitty, who was normally a fairly happy young woman, still found herself enraged with the fact of that situation. People claiming to be Purifiers found out her identity, and had found out who her father was - and had then promptly beat him to death. Simply for the crime of siring a mutant. A mutant, she would angrily remind her inner psyche, that had saved the world several time. She was a bona fide hero, and yet- her father was murdered because she could walk through walls. Thanks to Logan, Bobby and Yana, she was adapting back at Xavier’s. Classes were starting, and she was excited to teach. She was excited to be surrounded by all the children. Children she would help keep safe, and who’d she teach. Surrounded by her family of the heart. While she loved her mother, their relationship had been strained since the divorce. They simply...didn’t have one. But she was back, and she was learning all the students. Today was her day. She was exploring the city, and she’d gone in to tour a museum. Take a day to remember to balance the cosmic with the normal. And a day to soak up New York City and the bustle after all the tourists had left from Christmas, leaving just the city. Kitty found herself wandering the streets, just feeling….content, really content for the first time since her father died. Things were going to be okay - and then her eyes caught the sisters. The Cuckoo sisters. They were sisters, telepaths. She didn’t know everything about them, but she knew they belonged at home, and they were….college age? Younger than Kitty, but older than high school. Sophie. Irma. Celeste… Kitty wracked her brain to remember the other two names. Phoebe and Esme! That’s who they were! And they seemed to be having some trouble. She was across the street when the first and second snowballs hit. She frowned, looking for the people who did it, moving to cross the street, but moving with the people around her. And then she saw the boys step out. And more. She picked up the pace as it was too easy to read the situation. She didn’t know what the young women would do, but she knew they were telepaths. Mentally calling out, she tried to get their attention, ~Hey!~ Of course, that’s when Phoebe shouted. Crap. People were starting to pay attention, and that was bad for everyone. By the time Kitty got across the street, and close enough to start affecting the scene, she observed the five girls, staring together. She’d been around enough telepaths in her life to have a strong suspicion they were using their powers. She needed to get their attention again. ~”Please say you are listening. Look...play along, okay?~ Kitty had no clue what she was going to do..and any thoughts she MIGHT have had went out the window when the man came up and touched….was it Sophie? She thought it was Sophie on the shoulder. Maybe it was Esme. Great. It wasn’t until she heard him that she had to inwardly smile. Well, at least it was someone on their side. Remy LeBeau. A member of X-Factor. He worked with Yana and Jet. She had no clue if she’d ever made enough of an impression for him to know her - but introductions could come later. Right now, she saw five assholes harassing the young ladies because they were mutants, and six mutants using mind powers on those assholes. If things were going to go well, Remy would charm them away. If it didn’t, well, She was a damn good fighter, and most people crapped their pants when a ghost went through their body. |
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| Stepford Cuckoos | Jan 22 2018, 04:47 PM Post #4 |
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Telepathy/hivemind
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It wasn't the boys that first showed things were escalating, they were the catalyst for the initial confrontation. They started, they had the inkling about the girls mutant genes and they were the ones that felt they needed to do something about it. People were hesitating, some moving on after Phoebe's outburst, wanting to be away from the epicenter should fire start being thrown or lasers start being fired from body parts. Some wanted to stay, what could make a day more interesting than coming across a mutant confrontation in the street, they would be armed with stories they could tell for weeks, even months to come. None would happen, the girls worked in silence, with nobody any the wiser. It was a silent touch on Celeste's shoulder that had her flinching away and if possible on the deffensive more. At the best of times the girls didn't like being touched outside of themselves. It had taken months for them to allow Fia to braid their hair after their initial meeting. On the street, after being attacked by snowballs and garbage, a hand from a silent assailant even meaning to be friendly was not welcome. His strange accent and way of speaking had alarm bells rininging. Before they even had a chance to react to the man there was a voice calling out to them, were they not already in use of their telepathy on the scale they were they might have missed it amongst the hubbub and din of general New York thoughts. Mindee's eyes lost their glow and her head turned to the road to focus on Kitty. Though they didn't know this woman personally, they knew Kitty Pryde by reputation and stories told at the school. She was an X-man, or used to be and a good friend of Mr Summers, whether or not she knew Miss Frost though they weren't sure about. Play along? Thats what she asked, with her or with the newcomer? They could feel what he was trying to do. He was a mutant that much was clear when he flashed his eyes, what he did was less clear though i may have been coming through from the connection to the minds under the girls control. Telepathy? too weak, it was more a hypnosis if what was happening in the minds of the attackers was to believed. ::See he's trying to sort this out in a nice way:: They spoke to the boys again ::You apologize:: ::And then everybody goes their merry way:: ::He is a mutant though:: ::You are correct there:: The minds of the boys were still racing, they could still see through their eyes and hear through their ears. ::Problem is:: ::We don't like it when people attack us:: ::So why don't you just go along with what he says:: ::While we find out the things you don't wan't anybody finding out:: "We're sorry" The boys spoke, almost unnaturally in time. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Feb 2 2018, 04:36 AM Post #5 |
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Too many people were watching. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Sure, Mutants were known, and it wasn't like her face wasn't findable on the interwebz, but she'd prefer if people didn't automatically know that she was out and about...but she'd do what she needed to do in order to make sure the girls were safe. Well, the girls were safe and didn't do anything...rash. Kitty had a dislike for Emma Frost. Too much history, and while Scott vouched for her, there was something about her that spooked the young woman. The fact that these five were clones / children / duplicates/ something odd from her? Well, they were students of Xavier's, so it was her job to help them. It didn't mean she was super friendly with them; in fact - she really had only seen them in passing. That made this situation a lot more dangerous. She knew they were telepaths, had the hive mind, but she couldn't tell you what they would do. We're sorry..." Kitty wasn't sure whether Remy's charm power, of the Cuckoo's telepathy had been used or the kids were just really freaked out at the lock in step of the sisters. Did it really matter? The key was to get the kids out of there, and figure out what was going on with the sisters. She turned to the boys, smiling widely. Kitty was always good at being cheerful. "Great! Now..I think you should head out.... You've apologized, You've seen the errors of your ways..." She desperately hoped they would leave, so she could talk to Remy and to the sisters. Right now, there were too many people watching, too many people who wanted a show - even if some were turning away... To Remy, she smiled widely. Not too widely, but enough. She didn't break his charm / eyes - just in case, but she tried to cover what was going on. His black eyes made him noticeable, and too many people who hated mutants were about. Her voice pitched normally, she asked, "Hey you! What are the chances that we run into each other in the city?" She turned her attention towards Remy, hoping the boys would leave, but prepared to fight if they did not. "What have you been up to? it's been what....two years since I've seen you?" Sure..it'd been longer, but no one would know that. What people had to understand was that she was friendly with the Cajun, and that he was friends with her. seven versus four was a much different number... |
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