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7085/Duck! Duck!

2019-03-29T10:01:59Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/03/29
|Location=Manhattan
|Synopsis=When a giant foam bath toy attacks the city, Kid, Arella, and Dusk come to the rescue.
|Cast of Characters=7732, 1558, 7410
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:7732|Dusk (7732)}} has posed:''' Evening in West Harlem. It's fairly uneventful around here, a college part of town, but at night, the parties come out, and with it, some predators. The usual thieves are to be expected in a few isolated pockets, and on occasion in a city like New York, predators choose targets that in retrospect they aught not to have, very unpredictably. The form this takes can vary wildly. Tonight, irony takes the form of three teenage thugs fleeing from an alleyway, persued by.. a rapidly growing, animated foam rubber duck? Damn wannabe mad scientists. The duck turns down the street, ignoring the panicked gunfire, gently stepping on a fire hydrant and absorbing water from it, its other webbed foot slowly crushing the door of a beat up compact car. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:'''     Kid was disgruntled at the moment. But that was nothing new. He was ALWAYS cranky about something. But the lack of snow, and warmer weather was nice. Even at night. However, there are some things some people are simply not prepared for. Kid, is not one of those people. Kid at the moment was in his illusionary form Malcolm, typically outed as a mutant - he a mafia styled brute in a suit. First he looks at the thugs running down the street. And than the giant...rubber...duck. He cants his head to the side trying to figure out if he ate something bad, magic was invovled, or some other form of weirdness. He gone through ALOT of weirdness. 

:'''{{#var:7410|Arella Despana (7410)}} has posed:''' Arella Despana is frequenting Harlem on a tip looking for another piece of esoteric technology. She had climbed up onto a building to gain some perspective and was in the process of scarping a corned beef sandwich when the gigantic banger chasing duck appears. The svartalfar arches a white brow. This was not what she was looking for. But it was... interesting. She would watch this little action scene - for now. 

:'''{{#var:7732|Dusk (7732)}} has posed:''' The duck stomps after the noisy noisy guns, crashing down the street and caving in the side of an old rent controlled tenement in its passing with its tail. Residents scream. Cassie St. Commons looms overhead on a rooftop. "What the? Time to get to work."     A shadow detaches from the roof and soars down, almost tackling a random bystander caught in the path of the parade of weirdness.     >Shrrrpt!< In an imploding flicker of starlight in void, both vanish. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:'''      Kid watches this for a few moments more. After determining that...the duck was indeed real, he sighs. Welp, guess someones going to have to tear its head off. Wait... ...he can tear it head off without folks getting mad. And people might...appreciate it? Kids' grin becomes very wide, revealing his large canines. Oh. He was going to enjoy this! The man takes off, charging like a gorilla gone mad...and once he is near enough he attempts to jump onto and cling to the rubber ducks head and actually bite into it. Pulling and tearing at it with a beastial glee. 

:'''{{#var:7410|Arella Despana (7410)}} has posed:''' And then the heroes go to work. As for Arella - she is no hero though her arm had been twisted to act in order to save people in the past. At the moment she could see nobody in utterly immediate peril. As for the duck well that 'man' seemed to be having fun attacking it. She continues eating her sandwich. Enjoying the spectacle. 

:'''{{#var:7732|Dusk (7732)}} has posed:''' The duck feels like wet sponge. Huge gouges of nasty-tasting foam are ripped out, and the duck flails in an attempt to shake the new attacker off, stomping back and forth in the street. A car skids, trying to stop, only to be rear-ended by the car following too-close behind. The duck steps that way, about to crush both cars underfoot... >Bleeenk!< Dusk appears out of nowhere, opens the door and faces down the duck to try to protect the people as they escape - but that's only one of two cars that is about to be stepped on. She can't be in two places at once... 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:'''      Perhaps not, and as much as Kid was absolutely loving this, looking like a (very disturbing) Kid in a candy store. He still had his head about him. This thing may have been foam, but he was muscle! Hopefully enough muscle for what he is about to try and attempt. The large man hops onto the docks back. Notably opposite the side the duck was lifting its foot. And digging his hands into the foam, he attempts to knock it off balance be hanging off it side to add alot of extra weight, as well as pulling the upp half of the foam duck in his direction to help with the attempting Duck Tipping. 

:'''{{#var:7410|Arella Despana (7410)}} has posed:''' "Oh by the Aether..." Arella sees the other car about to be crushed and leaves her position on the rooftop. She cannot fly or teleport but her kind are unusually strong, durable and fast. She is next to the car in no time releasing the trapped passengers tearing open the vehicle with a purple glowing weapon if necessary. She braces herself in case that ducks foot comes down on her as she works. This is why she's not a hero - she hates this. 

:'''{{#var:7732|Dusk (7732)}} has posed:''' Dusk blinks at the swinging mobster. "What? Ohh! Tilt a bird, huh?" Black shadowy tendrils extend from her inky form and slam into the side of the duck. "I didn't expect to be fighting a bath toy today. I prefer showers." The duck's foot swings close enough to Arella that she can feel the breeze it kicks up and get sprinkled with some of the water infusing its foam body, and it scrapes the roof of the car enough to make it shake as the driver dives out the fresh hole in the car, then the duck wobbles, tilting to the side and stumbling for balance away from the car. Not quite fallen yet - but oh so close... it's huge, and heavy with water weight, after all. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:'''     The mobster lets out a deep chuckle of a rumble as he seemed to be enjoying this. He he continues throwing his weight around, trying to keep the duck away from any more cars and traffick. But communication WAS a thing. A general telepathic broadcast goes out. Weather or not Dusk and Arella 'hear' it is another matter entirely o O ("Oi! Most fun I've had in weeks! Harharhar!!!! That being said. Saw this thing get bigger after stepping on a fire hydrant. Also...it feels wet. Anyone know how to dry it out fast?") a pause in the broadcast o O ("Where the hell did a giant living foam duck even come from?") He didn't know, he didn't rightly care THAT much. He instead decides if it wants to be big, he'll shrink it down in his own fashion. Be begins trying to just tear off massive chunks of foam duck with his sheer strength. 

:'''{{#var:7410|Arella Despana (7410)}} has posed:''' Arella could probably meet the ducks weight but is unsure of its malleability. Would it simply settle around her like a giant sponge trapping possibly even drowning her irrespective of her strength? She moves out of the way of the giant foot and hearing the telepathic message frowns - trying to think on the fly. It's a shame she reflects that fire hydrants don't gout forth fire instead of water. But fire in an urban area is not a good idea anyway. Taking her wicked scimitar she decides to work on severing the limb that almost crushed her at the root. Perhaps dismemberment would work. But she is not confident enough in her present plan to share it with the others. 

:'''{{#var:7732|Dusk (7732)}} has posed:''' The duck is huge.. but not sturdy at all, sluggish, and uncoordinated. One good swing slices the spindly tube of a leg off, followed by a fountain of cold city water draining out of the duck from the wound onto the street! The duck wobbles and starts falling toward Arella, flapping decorative, thick, square foam wings uselessly! "Timber! Duck! Whatever. Go limp." Dusk dives at Arella in a whoosh of inky blackness, a flying void portal to try to carry Arella to safety on the other side of the falling duck, at the edge of the growing puddle of water from the wounded leg. >shrrrpt!<     >bleeenk!< 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' The mobster was a bit busy snarling and ripping into the duck to notice it had a leg sliced off by Arella. But as Dusk makes her quip...he comes to the realization, it was falling. On it's side, which is where he was. As the Duck finishes falling over, The mobster rolls off the duck and out of harms way. Because let face it, water is HEAVY. But none the less he jumps up and pumps his arms as if to go 'Woot!' but doesn't actually say anything outloud. o O ("Alright. That was great. Lets go again!") the grownass man was practically a giddy child. As if realizing this, he coughs into a fist and just glances from the deflaiting duck, to the other two women. Oddly, he seemed completly dry, as if he didn't just help fight a duck of death. 

:'''{{#var:7410|Arella Despana (7410)}} has posed:''' Arella is transported accordingly to the other side of the Duck monster. It is rare that the ancient rather arrogant Dark elf is ever suprised but Dusk manages this impressive feat. Arella's overlarge emerald eyes widen to an even greater extent with aforementioned suprise. She manages a weak smile at Dusk. "Thanks... I guess." Her accent has a scandinavian lilt. Arella is plainly not human. Blue grey skin and pointy ears as well as white hair. She watches the Duck deflate. "Where did that come from?" 

:'''{{#var:7732|Dusk (7732)}} has posed:''' "I didn't bring any ducks. You did good!" Dusk gives a thumbs up as the duck flaps helplessly on its side, slowly shrinking as the water drains out of it. "I don't know, but it's only the weirdest thing I've seen this month. The animated billboard still wins out. I'm Dusk." Faceless Vantablack from head to toe, black tendrils fading and dissapearing, hardly one to call someone out for weirdness. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' o O ("It not that weird.") he decides to help the duck out and jumps onto the duck to help squesh more water out o O ("But, pretty sure this thing came out from an alley way or something up ahead. Probably the place to check out. After all, if it had been walking down the street longer, probably more folks woulda noticed.") just an observation. He jumps back off the duck. He looks between the two women, not seeming off put by either. Far as he is concerned, there probably just mutants or something. o O ("Malcolm or Kid, which ever does fine.") he seems to speak exclusively through telepathy. Speaking of which...he decides to 'listen' out, perhaps see if he can hear any thoughts about the duck comming from anywhere. 

:'''{{#var:7410|Arella Despana (7410)}} has posed:''' "Arella of House Despana. Though there is as far as I know no members of aforementioned house left apart from myself. Or many Svartalfar of any note." The Elf watches the 'mobster' approach though the agility and strength marks this person as more than a man. And the telepathy. Perhaps homo superion? She didn't have the energy to speculate. "I will leave you to investigate. I am here for other reasons." 

:'''{{#var:7732|Dusk (7732)}} has posed:''' Dusk nods. "Probably a good idea to check it out, sure. Ooh, what kind of other reasons? Something ironic and sinister, or are you just looking for a good restaurant? And how does a svartalfr end up in New York, anyway?" Dusk tilts her head curiously, nailing the pronunciation like someone who keeps up to date with such things. There's somebody injured and hurt in the alleyway. Bullet wound. She has crutches, nice ones, and glasses, and she is laying in a pile in a shrub, bleeding on her red dress. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Kid visible grimices, letting out an all too beastly growl. He hated feeling others pain, feeling them dye. And though she wasn't dead yet...she will be if something not done. o O ("Forget the investigation. A lady is about to die. Hope one of you has a phone. If not...") he glances at the car o O ("then I am about to break alot of speeding laws...again. Oi") he didn't actually see Dusk teleport, nor did he know how far she can go. But regardless, with the woman on his telepathic radar, he completly forgotten the duck, or even about questionginy what a Svartalfr is. He is just quickly making his way towards where he sensed the injured woman. 

:'''{{#var:7410|Arella Despana (7410)}} has posed:''' "My crippled spaceship crashed in to Canada and Alpha Flight released me into the custody of Lex Luthor to work on his secret projects. I'm looking for some esotereic technology," Arella does notice the injured woman. "My field is cybernetics but I have little knowledge of human physiology. I do not know what good I can be helping this person. I can call for help," which Arella proceeds to do. Though no doubt emergency services would be on the way by this stage. 

:'''{{#var:7732|Dusk (7732)}} has posed:''' Dusk snaps to attention at the declaration. "Where?" She narrows her eyes, watching where Kid is running. "Try the Columbia east lab? I'll be back soon." >bleeenk!< She vanishes in an implosion of Darkforce, appearing in the air, then next to the injured girl for a moment. "I'm taking her to a hospital. Back in a bit." She leans toward the girl, going starry, and vanishes. >shrrrpt!< 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Well, Kid was going to grab the girl. But as Dusk appears and dissappears, he jumps startled by it all. Of everything, THAT was the most startling. Screw the duck! o O ("Welp. Not my problem any more. And I ain't dealing with no cops. Peace!") yea he wasn't sticking around. He didn't like cops, or paramedics, or really anyone in authority if he honest. So he turns and begins walking the other way, he didn't see nothing. o O ("Good luck finding that tech.") 

:'''{{#var:7410|Arella Despana (7410)}} has posed:''' Arella is suprised again at the quickly evolving situation. At least it was evolving in a direction of self resolution. As Dusk disappears Arella uses her tablet keying in these 'labs' before heading in their direction. She gives Kid a salute as he departs. Off to perform her particular peculiar disrete errand. 
}}

6946/We didn't start the fire..

2019-03-18T06:55:20Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/03/18
|Location=Manhattan
|Synopsis=Explosion at a high school! First responders under attack! Origami and Starfire destroy monsters attacking the school from within!
|Cast of Characters=1368, 24
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1368|Miyako Moore (1368)}} has posed:''' Eleanor Roosevelt High School is a good, small school in Manhattan, an inoffensive brick building that nobody thinks anything much of. Up until a few minutes ago, when an explosion from one of the upstairs labs blew out the windows and started the inside of the building on fire. Thankfully, it's a weekend. Fire engines are already arriving on scene. A ladder is raised to the flaming room. From inside the building, a gush of goop shoots and coats the ladder, which lights on fire, followed by a scream of "HELLO, I'M HAVING A GOOD DAY!" in a distorted voice. 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r got an alert at Titans Tower. Everyone else was busy with other issues so Starfire goes to investigate. She didn't get summoned until the ladder was ignited by some goop and FDNY called for assistance. Starfire takes off - her hair leaving a crimson trail in the sky as she heads for the school - hovering in midair as she observes the situation, landing by the firefighters and asks for details. 

:'''{{#var:1368|Miyako Moore (1368)}} has posed:''' Miyako Moore soars into sight on a giant paper plane the size of a car, looking like one you might throw across a middle school classroom. "Origami reporting, who has incident command?" She soars around and lands in front of the fire chief on scene next to Kori. "We just got here ourself. The fire alarm went off, then there was an explosion, and now some people inside are throwing flammable chemicals at our men. We're not equipped to deal with this, so unless someone can clear out whoever is attacking, we're just going to spray the place down as best as we can." Inside, more flaming goop rains down. "DID YOU GET YOUR HOMEWORK DONE?" "HOW ARE YOU TODAY?" 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r just glances at Origami, eyebrow raised. "We'll take care of it..." She pokes the airplane a bit. "You probably don't want to take this in there - if it's actually paper, it'll ignite." She then sighs as she flies straight up to stare into the window that's yelling like a deranged teacher and firing napalm, her eyes glowing bright green, ready to fire at anything strange that she sees. 

:'''{{#var:1368|Miyako Moore (1368)}} has posed:''' Miyako Moore tilts her head, putting her firefighting helmet on. "I've worked with fires before." and picks up altitude, soaring around and slipping a sheet of paper into her fingers. inside the lab, what looks like cartoonish renditions of the same student stumble around the room, some slowly filing out the door. "FIRE DRILL! YAY!" One of the cartoon students slowly melts into a pile of goop, reforming into two even more distorted versions of the same boy and wandering around, leaving a burning pile of chemicals in the floor. "FIRE HOMEWORK THE YOU TODAY!" Two students by the hole throw flaming goop at you. "WHAT'S FOR LUNCH TODAY?" 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r yelps as she dodges (but not in time - her arm got a bit singed) as she immediately fires starbolt-beams at the heads of the two students. She sighs as she lasers the stuff off. "We have... some kind of goo-monster that's taking the form of a child many times. It's like one of those movies Gar watches." She then leaves the window and finds another she can enter hte school through on the other side of the building. 

:'''{{#var:1368|Miyako Moore (1368)}} has posed:''' Miyako Moore nods, "Goo monsters, copy." She flies after, dodging goo mostly because she's out of range, folding a piece of paper into a crane shape, which she tosses lightly in the air. The shape flutters, grows, caws, and flaps over to a window, which it wedges open before collapsing into a pile of wadded up paper. "After you?" 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r blinks. "Interesting, "she murmurs as she enters the building, landing and taking cover. That goo burns even her as she zaps the rest of it off her arm - it was starting to sting. Her hands become engulfed with emerald light as she puts her finger to her lips as she listens for the 'boys'. 

:'''{{#var:1368|Miyako Moore (1368)}} has posed:''' ".. when is this class going to be over?" "did you finish your homework?" "drill yay lunch fire!" The voices make their way down the hall toward the stairway. Miyako Moore tests the door for heat, then opens it and looks out into the hall. A goop student walks past. "WHAT'S FOR LUNCH?" and turns to go down the stairs. 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r shakes her head. "What are we going to do? Those... things... can't leave this building. They'd burn the city down." She points at one of them as it was about to head down the stairs and fires a full-power starbolt - the radioactive munition hopefully will incinerate the thing altogether. 

:'''{{#var:1368|Miyako Moore (1368)}} has posed:''' The goo student explodes into an exploding shower of smouldering, slowly burning goop! "That works, but it's messy." Miyako Moore grabs a fire extinguisher, checks it briefly, and hoses down the remains with white powder. "Ugh, they need to turn these things more often." She sets the fire extinguisher down on the floor and winces, getting some more lotion to rub into the scarred devastation of her hands. "I think they're evacuating." 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r sighs softly. "Well... that's the skillset I have. I can't touch them - so I use starbolts." She then heads down the stairwell and flings more starbolts at other gooboys and as soon asshe fires, hides before they explode. "We have to contain them here... oh - maybe we can figure out where they're from - probably the chemistry lab." 

:'''{{#var:1368|Miyako Moore (1368)}} has posed:''' Miyako Moore nods, "That's where the explosion came from. It should be.. Around the corner and at the end of the hall." She moves ahead and pulls out a sheet of square paper. "I'll give you cover, you clear the hall, we'll move together." The sheet of paper grows huge, and she starts advancing, taking cover behind it. More studentish appear, twisted and distorted monstrously, "DRILLWORK FIRE HAPPY!", running this way on uneven legs! 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r nods as she emits a pierching whistle to draw attention. She starts flinging starbolts from around the shield and ducks back behind it when they go to explode. "Well... this is a fun situation..." she mutters softly. "I pity the people who have to clean the school - but that's not in my job description." She barges into the cafeteria and just blasts all the slimes, ducking behind whatever's handy. "Is the ground floor clear?" 

:'''{{#var:1368|Miyako Moore (1368)}} has posed:''' Miyako Moore shakes her head. "No, they're probably stacking up behind whatever door they go out on a fire drill from the chem lab." She frowns. "Ooh, that could get really bad." She pulls out a piece of paper and folds it into a box, then adds more details, sticking a rolled up tube of paper on the end and throws it down. It grows into a small, Go-kart sized tank with pencil-scribbled armor plate pieces and a hatch on top. "Too bad the gun doesn't work, but hey, jump on!" She hops inside, peeks out the eye slits in front, and starts wheeling it forward, turning down the hallway. She pulls out the radio. "Origami here, you have an army of walking bombs behind the front door trying to evacuate, clear the area and contain, over!" 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r bemusedly enters the tank with you, curious. "This paper of yours is quite amazing. You'd make a great Titan." She then smiles. "It's fine that the cannon doesn't work." She puts her eyes against the slit. "I'm a dead shot with my starbolts." She then waits for the tank to go in that direction, her eyes glowing bright green. 

:'''{{#var:1368|Miyako Moore (1368)}} has posed:''' The tank races down the hallway. Up ahead, studentish make their way in an orderly line to a large gathering by a doorway, growing increasingly more monstrous at the back, spilling out into the hall ahead. One sees the tank, "GABLDSHH!" and gets a crazed, inhumanly huge smile on its eyeless face, loping forward and raising a hand as big as the rest of it to smash at the tank! Miyako Moore nods, "That's great, because I can't do anything like that, just get cranes to peck at them. Here they come!" 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r nods as she slices off that arm, using more narrow-beam stuff. "Okay... how durable is this thing?" she asks. "I might fire off a large blast - but then I'd need a moment to recover." She watches, hoping that the slime would be confused about its missing arm and it'd slow the assault as Starfire's body begins to glow brightly. 

:'''{{#var:1368|Miyako Moore (1368)}} has posed:''' Miyako Moore mms, "It'll hold up, it's a tank. If it lights on fire it'll burn, but I can throw up a wall before it goes." The studentish doesn't seem to notice the lost hand, flailing ineffectively in the direction of the tank as the hand melts into sludge. From which an even more warped tiny studentish appears. Some other studentish start hobbling, crawling, slithering, rolling toward the tank, gibbering insanely in a high pitched shriek. 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r sighs softly as she murmurs, "I want you to duck for cover and cover the eye-slits. Otherwise you might get blinded or sunburnt. I suggest you move fast." She then flies upwards and whistles again and floats above the slimes. That green glow gets brighter, brighter... brighter... A blinding green flare explodes from Starfire's body, washing down over the slimes and incinerating them all - and probably setting your tank on fire. It would last all of five seconds - then Starfire just drops like a marionette with her strings cut, managing to not land in burning goo as she just collapses there. 

:'''{{#var:1368|Miyako Moore (1368)}} has posed:''' The tank sits there for a few seconds after the flare, slowly burning, before imploding into a crumpled up piece of paper and Miyako Moore, rushing up. Another sheet of paper is pulled out, folded accordion style, and tossed into the hall, growing into a partition complete with crayon red brick pattern to make sure nothing else interrupts for now. "That was huge! Are you going to be okay?" Into the radio, "Origami here, doorway cleared, stand by, over." 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r just looks up, bleary. "Can... you carry me to the sunlight? I... I'm tapped out..." She just looks exhausted as she tries to sit up but groans. "I... unloaded everyhting to stop them - had to take them all..." She then slowly sits up, sighing softly. "Sorry... kinda overdid it... I'm glad that tnak survived... if you were standing there, you might've had several burns from my nova..." 

:'''{{#var:1368|Miyako Moore (1368)}} has posed:''' Miyako Moore nods and folds up a paper airplane, letting it slide under you as it grows and jumping aboard, then flies it out the now kind of melted front door into the sunlight. "Daylight coming up!" 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r sighs softly as her eyes flutter. "Better..." she murmurs. "Sorry about the mess, firemen," she calls as she was dropped off by the fire. "Some kind of chemistry experiment gone wrong created a bunch of... pyroclastic slime monsters. I had to basically nuke them to stop it... you might want to close the school and check Geiger meters - I might've overdid it a bit but they were getting really powerful." 

:'''{{#var:1368|Miyako Moore (1368)}} has posed:''' The fire chief nods. "Good work, they left the lab upstairs a little after you went in. We have hoses working on the damage up there now. I'm just glad they didn't get out into the equipment, it's hard to work when we have to keep the ground clear." He calls out, "Front door is clear, get an engine up here!" Miyako Moore looks you over, "Do you need me to get you up to altitude or anything? You look really tired, and I think the crews can handle things from here. Or I can probably make a sunflower that does UV." 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r murmurs, "That sounds good. My kind relies on solar energy and... I basically blew my entire storage. Like... overloading a battery to get one final burst of power before it fails." She smiles. "I'll be fine in a few hours. The 'sunflower' will help... wait, is that a pun?" she finally asks. 

:'''{{#var:1368|Miyako Moore (1368)}} has posed:''' Miyako Moore pulls out a piece of paper and starts folding it into an origami flower, paper folding itself at a touch. She sets it on the wing, where it roots, grows crayon-colored leaves, and starts glowing purple like a tanning booth lamp. "Okay! Going up!" She launches the plane into the air, soaring higher and higher until she gets up above the haze and low clouds, lining up on the sun. 
}}

6855/A friendly intruder

2019-03-11T09:07:49Z

BusTotem: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/03/11 |Location=Xavier's School |Synopsis=Deadpool shows up at the school in disguise. Nobody is fooled, but they humor him anyways. |Cast of..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/03/11
|Location=Xavier's School
|Synopsis=Deadpool shows up at the school in disguise. Nobody is fooled, but they humor him anyways.
|Cast of Characters=1258, 106, 1795, 56
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is walking out of the kitchen area, seems the southern young man is walking the halls tonight. He does not seem to be up to much, hands in his pockets. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' In image-induced disguise, a 'student' bounces his way along outside, hands jammed deep into armpits to keep them warm, fuzzy jacket not actually enough, since it's just an image, not reality. It's cold out. Still, Wade isn't broadcasting his mercenary-ness all over the school: he's being RESPECTFUL. He's talking to himself a little bit, under his breath, and pauses in the middle of a path, trying to remember where the hell he was going. He looks at the garage, the mansion, and considers. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir looks up at Sam, repeatedly shuffling and dribbling a deck of cards from one hand to the other. "Hey." Shuffle, dribble cards, fan, straighten. Her usual emo clothes and gloves. "Anything up? James tracked me down and apologized today. While I was in the nurse's office for eating a shin kick, ow." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will look over to Erika, and says "Eatting a shin kick?" He seems confused abit but also concerned. "What were you doing and who kicked ya?" 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Wade decides on the door, and trots towards it, pulling it open and stepping inside. He stomps off imaginary snow or mud onto the floormat, closing the door neatly after him, continues humming to himself, resuming. "I want to stand with you on a mountain; I want to bathe with you in the seaaaaaaa," It's not terrible, he's on key. Oh, people. "Hi, fellow students," chirps the 'student', patting down his jeans, checking for something or other. It isn't important, other than the general distraction level of the confused 'kid'. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir shrugs, "Just one of the guys in gym. It was totally my fault, I thought he was going for something else, but like, he's not actually very good, so he threw a really dumb technique and I stepped into it because I didn't expect it. I told everybody to go super rough on me anyways, so it's all good, but I had a hard time walking for a minute and they sent me for an ice pack. So of course he found out and followed me. It's all good though, I'm going to get him to show me a bit about traps." She waves at the person who's probably in an inducer. "Hey." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head, and says "He is trying to get things sorted out and find his place." He turns looking at the kid, and nods hsi head, as he trys to place him. Sam works mostly with the New Mutants, but he is the type to try to know most folks names. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' "What sort of traps? I am hoping physical traps. Like bear traps in the woods. Because some people call certain people 'traps' and that's really bleeping disrespectful and I won't stand for that sort of talk," Wade chatters. If he had any cover in his inducer, THAT ship has sailed. Wade's voice and style of chatterboxing is very iconic. "And I don't mean 'big gay man' by bear. But actual bears, like the ones Logan wrestles in Canada," Wade points out. Yes, THOSE. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir looks over at Wade. "Oh, hey, I remember that voice. Oh, last time he jumped out of a freaking trap door in the middle of Apple Park and gassed me, and then he was building a bunch of land mines and shit, and he had the door rigged with plastic explosives, so like.. I wanted to know how to NOT get caught out by that crap. he said sorry, but like, zip ties hurt, and he was totally too much of a cheapskate to spring for proper cuffs." Shuffle, shuffle. Spreads the cards out, straightens them, tosses them in a waterfall of cards to her other hand, spread, shuffle. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over and realises who it is. He will rub his hand across his eyes, and says "So, what brings you out and about today Wade?" He looks around to see who else is about makine sure if need be he can get between Deadpool and Erika."Needing help with something?" 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' "I have spare cuffs!" Wade enthuses, and looks down at his belt. The image inducer struggles to cover what he's doing, and Wade suddenly is wearing a neon pink fannypack that he's looking around in. "They're fuzzy. I think I have cheetah print ones," he adds. And then slows. "Wait. In the school. I do /not/ have anything questionable on me," Wade says loudly, clearly not a total liar. He meaningfully ziiiiiips the fanny pack/belt pouch shut again. "Also, zip ties are efficient if you're in a hurry. I use them a lot. Don't try them on the ---bleep. School. My censor works overtime in here. I can't say anything!" Wade is venting at literally nobody, or the sky, or the wall: take your pick. "It's cool. We're cool. Are we practicing to be a magician? If you want to pull a rabbit out of my ass I've never been more ready, Hermione. Herm-my-own-nee. Spelling is hard." Not that he spelled it. Or did he. "It's cold out there. So I'm in here," Wade answers Sam, chipper. "There's a snuggie with my name on it." 

:'''{{#var:56|Storm (56)}} has posed:''' Hearing voices in the Foyer as she's checking the halls, Ororo pauses. She listens to the voices for a moment, before quickly turning on her heel and practically gliding down the stairs to join them. Wade is not usually the problem here. The problem is usually the /reaction/ to Wade. Descending the stairs swiftly, a black, flowy dress with silver accents billowing around her, she makes her way to the Foyer and makes note of the two students she knows...and the one she does not. "Good evening, Lady and Gentlemen," Storm offers. Her voice is solid, but not stern. "Everything all right here?" She shoots a meaningful look at Wade the Generic Student. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods at Wade. "Totally makes sense." She looks around, and sees no other students. "I can get away with a lot crazier stuff if people already expect me to be pulling quarters out of people's ears. And I don't have any rabbits yet. But yeah, dude had me knocked out for hours ziptied to a post, no excuse." She looks up at Storm and waves. "Heya! I dunno, I guess?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over to Storm, and says "Seems so so far." He tells her. "Was just checking on things and found we had a visitor this evening." He nods over to Wade. "You remember Wade?" He asks her. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' "Reason yes, excuse, no," Wade answers Erika brightly. And then the goddess is there! "Hi again, it is Wade, she remembers WADE!" Wade announces to Storm across Sam, enthusiastic to be re-introduced. Because that's fine, it isn't like he announced he was a mercenary murder-hobo. Wade's a name. "I'm in my student guise. I'm not breaking character. I mean, I did to tell you that." GAHHH. "I was outside a while and in a cab. I'm cold. But also I need to piss. Where's the restroom?" Wade asks Storm, attention almost entirely on her while he does a little pee-dance in place. "You know, scenes always ignore stuff like peeing. Probably for good reason. It's like a movie in here, except we don't have enough money to... it's on the left, isn't it," Wade says, suddenly surging off towards the hallway, one hand automatically falling to where a gun is holstered invisibly on his thigh. Wade the suddenly erratic and dangerous is on a mission. 

:'''{{#var:56|Storm (56)}} has posed:''' Storm nods, as a faint smile spreads across her face. And she keeps nodding. Because Wade keeps talking. "I think you know where the restroom is. You used it the last time you were here, if I remember correctly," she replies, starting to nod toward the door just about the time that Wade remembers and takes off for it. Taking a deep breath, Storm looks back to Erika and Sam. "No problems here, I suppose? He seems to like the company," she explains, looking after him as he goes. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir sighs and shakes her head, then waits a couple seconds. "Well, /I/ can't see why he's checking his hip in the boy's bathroom." She peers at Sam a moment, meaningfully, then rolls her eyes a bit. "You know, this sort of thing used to move the needle for me. I must be getting super jaded or something." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over, and says "Either the company or the restroom, Ah aint sure which." He says about Wade. "How are you doing this evening ma'am?" He will ask Storm still showing her the respect he did when first came. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' "I DID," Wade says to Storm. "It's nice here; you do NOT want to see the state of the toilets in my house. ..----I'm still here, I can hear you. Crazy, not deaf," calls Wade from where he is in the hallway, stopping to poke his head back in. "You know, Logan is jaded as bleep and I --- really do have to do this, just a minute." The crazy guy is actually saying the word 'bleep' each time. BUT Wade can't talk and be in the bathroom at the same time. He disappears into it without too many more words: his words get muffled by the door. 

:'''{{#var:56|Storm (56)}} has posed:''' "I'm doing rather fantastically, Samuel, and thank you for asking," Storm replies. "Although I get the feeling I will be pulling out the cocoa and a snuggie, before the night is over. I worry that perhaps he has no safe place to go sometimes." It's possibly a laughable thought - Wade likely makes anyplace he goes at least /slightly/ less safe. Still, Ororo's soft spot for the hapless mouthy merc is apparent. "Maybe it's not the most grown up of offers, but I'll provide cocoa with marshmallows to each of you, too, if you desire. We have to have /some/ fun, even with this curfew imposed, right?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir waterfalls the cards into one hand and gives a thumbs up with the now empty hand. "Awesomeness. I dunno, I feel like sometimes I come off a little bit like he does sometimes. With all the, you know. Stuff. Like, my rep is probably almost that bad sometimes. Chocolate would be super yummy, Miss Munroe. I'd love some. Might need a little bit of ice so it won't soften the straw, is all. It sucks trying to drink hot stuff with one." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmmms and looks over to Erika, and says "Thought about carrying a metal straw with you? Might have to be a bit more cautious to make sure your not burning yourself but might help." he looks over to Storm, and says "I might have some tea, and sit and talk if thats ok." 

:'''{{#var:56|Storm (56)}} has posed:''' "Absolutely," Storm replies with a nod. She shoots a look back toward the restroom door, then looks back to Erika and Samuel. "Perhaps it's best if I fetch the beverages before he returns, hmm?" She smirks slightly, and gives a definitive nod. "I think I'll do just that. I'll return presently," she says, sweeping off swiftly down the hall to procure what they'll need. She shakes her head with a soft chuckle as she passes by the restroom door, where muffled chatter is still audible through the door. It's likely that Wade is /never/ silent. Probably talks in his sleep. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Suddenly, silence from the bathroom. Maybe Wade fell in and drowned in there. Or disappeared. Or just got out of range or distracted by some other shiny thing. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' "It's totally the burning thing. Straws are awful for hot drinks." Erika Kristasdottir tosses the cards back in the box, passes it behind her back and tosses it in the air, tries to catch it, misses, has to bend down and pick it up. "Thank you, Miss Munroe." She looks over at the door curiously. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods and says "Thanks, he will make sure to add Iced Tea." Yes he is southern and only drinks sweet iced tea. He hmms, and nods to Erika. "We coold probaly get your own cup for you, you would have to be the one to wash it I would think but might work." 

:'''{{#var:56|Storm (56)}} has posed:''' Ororo returns in short order with a large silver serving tray. A pitcher of sweetened iced tea and a silver teapot sit alongside an offering of cookies and a stack of cups. The tray looks to have been assembled by the serving staff. Ororo looks back toward the restroom door, and frowns. "Silence? How long has he been quiet? Samuel, would you...ah...care to investigate the situation?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir shrugs some. "I can usually do paper cups if I take them out of the sleeve myself. I reuse some of them in my room all the time for stuff. It's fine." She nods, "Yeah, you should totally check on him. I mean, he's obviously up to something." 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' The bathroom is empty. Wade has done a vanishing act: maybe out a window, maybe into a ceiling vent, maybe 'other'. There is writing, in lipstick: 'for a good time, call:' And then a number. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and will brave the restroom, and upon finding the message and the man missing he sighs. He walks out of the bathroom and says "Gone, um, whats good to get lipstick off a mirror?" He will ask the ladies. 

:'''{{#var:56|Storm (56)}} has posed:''' Furrowing her brow, Ororo hastens to the door and peers inside. "I'll have a custodian bring something that cuts grease. Otherwise it will just smear." Then, she turns to the other two. "I think the more important question here is, why did Wade have lipstick? Especially that shade. It's a spring, and he is clearly an autumn." She winks and moves back to the foyer, setting the serving tray on a table next to two chairs. The cups are paper, with heat sleeves. There is an assortment of paper straws, plastic straws, and a cup of ice cubes next to the steaming silver teapot full of hot chocolate. "Feel free to share with others, if they happen along, or if they're gathered elsewhere." And with a glance back toward the stairs, she sighs. "I believe I should report Wade's entry to the school, and make sure that he's not still in the area before I count him as gone." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir rolls her eyes a little, and goes to look for herself, poking her head in. "I wouldn't know, I don't think I've ever seen his face. I mean, dude wants to use makeup, awesome. More guys should learn how to contour." She wanders over to the table. "Yeah, the grown up in me was thinking that. Andrea would probably get snooty if I didn't suggest it or something." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will just shake his head and says "If you need me to do anything let me know, Ah will probably do a walk about the grounds in a few, if Ah see anything will report it in. " He will get himself a glass of tea. 

:'''{{#var:56|Storm (56)}} has posed:''' "Thank you Samuel. I'll be in my office, if you need me. Enjoy the treats. I appreciate your vigilance, both of you." She turns to go, but looks back one last time. "If he comes back, please see to it that he comes to my office. I don't doubt that there's good in there somewhere, but I won't tolerate vandalism of the school. Goodnight, both of you..." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Okay. Um, thank you, Miss Munroe." She gets some chocolate and lightly ices it, stirring it a bit and looking around some, hmmming and frowning a bit. Lots going on up there right now. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Whats on your mind Erika? " He will ask, taking a sip of his tea, and looking curious 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir hmmms, "What's on my mind is I feel totally cooped up and pissed off. I want to do SOMETHING. I dunno what." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit and says "Well, maybe Ah can take folks out to the mall for a bit tommrow." He rubs at the center of his chest, and remmebers thats where he first fought sentinels "Or maybe down town to the comic book shop and such." 
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6729/A Brother's Revenge: Investigation

2019-03-03T16:30:44Z

BusTotem: Fixed the date (to correct ordering problem in the TP summary)

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/03/01
|Location=Apple Park - Salem Center
|Synopsis=Andrea, Cyclops, Cannonball, Gambit and Scourge respond to reports from Kamala Khan that Souvenir is missing, and find evidence she was abducted
|Cast of Characters=7623, 1790, 14, 1385, 1258, 114, 7657
|Tinyplot=A Brother's Revenge
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:7623|Kamala Khan (7623)}} has posed:''' > 4:06 Kamala: Hey Erika, how was classes today? Wanna hang out tonight? > 4:30 Kamala: u around? > 5:30 Kamala: Just finished prayers. Wanna hang? I can meet you at the park, you're there, right? > 6:00 Kamala: Erika? A few missed calls later, and Kamala became concerned. Her friend usually answered pretty promptly. Part of her goes over the night before. No. No problems there. They were supposed to meet to watch the movies tonight. Instead, Kamala is in the park, looking at the locator on her phone and tracking where she had pinged. Not knowing who else to call, she scrolled through her own phone before finding the contact number that Erika had given her. There's a short conversation that happens. "Uhm, hi. My name's Kamala. I'm a friend of Erika's and she's missing. I mean, her phone says that's near here. But she's not. Has she been at the school today?" Getting a negative on that, Kamala frowns. "Okay. Then can I maybe get some help here? A teacher or something. I don't know. Whoever her point of contact is at the school?" The contact was quick, and Kamala is just now trying to figure out that maybe she should have changed into her Ms. Marvel garb. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Having answered the phone, Andrea took down the necessary notes, then lets out a sigh, especially when she saw who today's 'X-Man' on duty was for such purposes. Remy. Well, this will be interesting. She gave him a ping, filled him in and then the two were off. As she strides through the park towards Kamala, the New Mutant is dressed in her gold and black uniform, having left her normal clothing back at the mansion. No reason to put them on if she has to shift and tear through them anyways. "Hey." She calls over with a lift of her hand. "So, what's going on? Erika wasn't in classes today so I figured she was sick. I did a sweep of the school after you called and I couldn't track her down by scent. So... you were supposed to meet here or something?" 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau looks equally concerned. He'd been giving Erika some specialized training, and was rather fond of the girl. He'd driven Andrea here rather quickly, and likely racked up a half dozen traffic violations on the way. Still he lets Andrea ask the questions he would have asked anyway... He figures the other girl would respond better to a peer. 

:'''{{#var:1385|James Proudstar (1385)}} has posed:''' The area is a jogging trail. There are exercise stations along the way every few hundred feet. The locator isn't doing a great job for some reason. It has been jumping about. Enough Kamala could get the general direction. But once she makes it to this part of the park, the app doesn't seem able to pinpoint it exactly. It may require some manual searching to see what is going on. There is a waterfountain by the current workout station, which is one for doing chin ups. The jogging trail has rocks and gravel across it to keep the grass from growing across it. Little bits of snow still lie in some areas that don't see much sun, while other areas or grassy, or muddy from the melting snow. The jogging trail makes a big oval around the park. The inside section is more wooded. This is one spot that the woods draw pretty close to the trail, not far from the drinking fountain on the inside of the path. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is driving the group of Sam, Scott, and Brian to the scene. An older mini station wagon pulls up to the park parking lot. Sam will let Scott and Brian out before parking so they can catch up. 

:'''{{#var:7623|Kamala Khan (7623)}} has posed:''' Kamala wasn't expecting Andrea to show up in well.. a uniform. The girl's eyes widen for a moment and she glances over herself. "I uh. Didn't know." she admits, reaching up to rub the back of her head. Not only is Andrea a super famous pop singer/actress/mutant activist, but she's an X-Man as well? Yeah, Kamala's feekling way out of sorts and class. "Well no, she had suggested maybe getting me to visit the school, even with all of the hoops she had to jump through, considering.." Well, noone really - except Andrea maybe - knows that Kamala has hidden abilities. "Her phone has been pinging like mad here, but she's not answering texts or calls, and I've been trying to call out for her, without looking stupid." she admits, frowning as the young woman toys with the end of her scarf. As more people start to show up, she starts to ask. "Maybe I should just go, in case she calls?" 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "No, you're staying here." Andrea says as she gives a glance about. "Tell Remy here what you know, everything, while I search." She says as she lowers herself down to the ground. "You also may not wanna watch this, unless you got a strong stomach." What comes next is the sounds of bones snapping and cracking as she arches her back with a pained noise in her throat. Her body breaks, contorts and black fur sprouts along her body as her uniform melts away via unstable molecules. It takes roughly a minute, but instead of a woman, is a pure black wolf with a thatch of white fur along her chest. She starts to trot away, breathing in a deep scent, trying to locate her friend and teammate. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:'''     Scott climbs out of the passenger door of the mini and the man lifts his eyebrows towards the machine as he shuts the door. "Come on Brian. Do keep up." The x-leader says, though he's acting as a teacher and guardian more than anything else in this moment.     Scott wears a dark brown bomber jacket with off white fluff around the collar and black pants as he rushes up towards the group of girls. "What's going on Rage?" Scott asks, almost saying the wrong name to the young woman wearing her New Mutant's outfit on her own in public. Then he spots Remy and gives the thief a nod, still not having made ammends from the conversation about two weeks ago. 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau has a strong stomach, but that is still weird to watch. He shakes his head slightly, then he gives the young Muslim girl his most charmingly wicked smile and says "Alright chere, why yah not tell me everyt'ing yah know. Where 'zactlly did yah find 'er stuff." He turns as he sees the other X-men arriving. Nodding in their direction but keeping his grin on Kamala. 

:'''{{#var:7657|Brian Carerra (7657)}} has posed:'''      Brian keeps up as much as he can. Still recovering as it seems, but he was well enough to follow along. He was in jeans and a muted grey sweater at the moment. Keeping next to Scott as they assessed the goings on. He wasn't sure exactly what happened, so stays quiet for now. 

:'''{{#var:7623|Kamala Khan (7623)}} has posed:''' "Well, I haven't found her stuff yet." Kamala admits as she's looking around. When Andrea transforms, the young Muslim winces at the cracking of bones and such. "Still a better story than Twilight." she murmurs to herself, as she turns to explain to Remy. "Erika and I went skating near here last night. I had given her a gift. A bracelet, so she could understand Urdu when we watched movied tonight. I was going to bring some of my favorite Bollywood flicks. Anyway! She wasn't here. I mean, she loaded her tracker on my phone. Just so we'd know where the other was." It was a little romantic, right? "So I had prayers today, and went to the mosque. I tried getting a hold of her after, and she wasn't answering, so I got worried, and that's how I ended up here." As the others start to arrive, she gives a little wave. "Hi. I'm Kamala. Erika's friend." She fidgets nervously. "I should have walked her home. She's always talking about her powers and how she doesn't think she does well. And I'm always telling her she's way cooler than she thinks and all and just.." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Flickering her tail a few times behind her as she sniffs about, Rage, the wolf, lets out a low rumble in her throat as she darts about a few times. At the sound of Scott's voice, her head jerks upwards, ears lifting as she gives him a noisy chuff. She makes her way over to him, bumps against his leg, then lifts her paw to point towards Kamala. She can't speak in this form, but she can at least point and gesture with her intelligence. Then, she is off again, moving around the area as she roots her nose along the ground, rooting and isolating scents as she has been trained to, focusing on that which is /Erika/. Erika. Erika. Erika. Where are you Erika. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' After a few moments, Rage gives a loud noise in her throat, then darts off at a quick pace. Follow me, humans! She howls out over her shoulder. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over to Scott, and says "What, she is big enough Ah can get all my brothers and sisters in one trip, you know how difficult that is?" He maybe packing a few in the back of the wagon to make that trick work. He is wearing a flannel jacket, and he looks around listening for now, to what is being said. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:'''     Scott laughs once at Kamala's joke, "Hey, you kids still say that!" He chuckles to himself and looks around, realizing he's the only one and trails off. Then Scott nods along with the rest of Kamala's words, stepping up to pat the girl on the shoulder and address her directly. "Self doubt and hindsight aren't going to help find Erika." He says before motioning with a hand for everyone to follow as he steps after Andrea, wishing he had some alternative to the sunglasses, because it gets hard to see when it's dark, but he doesn't voice his annoyance.     "Everyone keep your eyes out, Brian, stay close, and focus on your breathing. Understood?" The mutant-leader says, knowing how a new mutation could trigger when afraid, he knows the young man is in a vulnerable state, but extra eyes could be helpful at this time. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' The wolf gives another howl to the team as she moves along the jogging trail, snuffling loud along the ground, pawing at it. Uncovering a waterbottle lid, she stares at it for a few seconds. Her ears jerk forward and a low rumble echoes her throat, dangerous and angry. Here! She calls out back to them with another growl. With a huff, she eyes the fountain as she trots towards it, sniffing, then starts to circle it a few more times before she gives a pause, then jerks her head up again. Her gold eyes gleam brightly as she stares at her teammates, then jerks her head for the woods. Her entire body reeks of agitation as the fur about her neck puffs up in a thick bristle. 

:'''{{#var:7657|Brian Carerra (7657)}} has posed:'''      Brian also had a good snerk at the Twilight dig, at least Scott wasn't the only one.   Brian gave a nod as Scott gave him new direction. There hadn't been any true power activity from Brian yet, but he had been told to be on guard for it. Once they showed again, he could work on control. As instructed, he stays close to the group, assisting with the search. 

:'''{{#var:7623|Kamala Khan (7623)}} has posed:''' "I'm just worried about her." Kamala says quietly. "She's closer than my best friend." there's a sigh of a breath, but when Rage calls out and starts to run, the girl is quick to try to keep up. Though as she does so, she feels the need to go faster, and it is because of that that Kamala's legs stretch out in growth, giving her extra height and speed. Though her best friend would argue that she was still moving at the same speed, just making larger strides. Because he's a jerk like that. 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau is willing to let Scott take over leadership duties at this point. Remy's good with females in general, but this isn't really the time for charm. As Andrea calls for them, he runs after her, letting her lead the way. He pulls a few cards out, just in case though he does not charge them. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' The wolf is staring at what appears to be a fox hole as she paws at it, letting out another loud round of noises back to the team. She's at the edge of the trail, staring at it with a deep growl in her throat. It's a hidden trap door of sorts, designed to be a camouflaged cover. 

:'''{{#var:1385|James Proudstar (1385)}} has posed:''' Anyone with specialized training would see care and skill went into the camouflage cover for the fox hole. It blends in with the ground perfectly once it is laid flat. Anyone without it, but with an education based on Hollywood depictions of life might think, "Hey that looks like that place in Red Dawn where Patrick Swayze and Charlie Sheen popped up out of the ground and ambushed the Russian soldiers chasing Jennifer Grey!" 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:'''     Scott raises his voice so the young woman can hear him, "Slow down, running off on your own when we have a tracker will not do Erika any good." Scott says, watching the stretchy girl get in a hurry. He's used to spinning plates, but this is closer to what it was like in the early days. When no one really wanted to listen and it was all by the seat of his pants.     Scott takes another breath. "What's your name?" Scott asks of Kamala as he tries to get the girl to calm down and let the hodgepodge team of X do their thing.     Coming up on Andrea's pointer impression, Scott steps aside and issues an order for Andrea to step aside before he motions with a flourish to Remy, "If you would be so kind Remy?" 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau grins slightly at the teams leader. "Oh sure, yah all Mister take charge when it comes ta talkin' ta de cute girl, but when it come ta searching de mysterious trap door in de middle of de park foh booby traps it's all If yah woul' be so kind Remy." The tone is teasing but playful even as he kneels down and begins to do just that. 

:'''{{#var:7657|Brian Carerra (7657)}} has posed:'''      Once the group made their way to the foxhole, he seemed to still be taking in the scene. "So why should she just go missing?" Brian watched as Scott and Remy had their exchange, cannot help but point out. "Umm, isn't she a teen?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "Not skeezy at all..." 

:'''{{#var:7623|Kamala Khan (7623)}} has posed:''' "Kamala. Kamala Khan." the young Muslim girl introduces herself with a tip of her scarf covered head in greetings. "Erika and I are good friends." she explains. "She wanted me to visit her at the school because.." and she trails off. In her nervousness, she just showed everyone why Erika wanted her to visit. There's an owlish blink and Kamala blushes at Remy when she's called cute. But then Brian speaks up and she darkens further. Probably because of something. "Anyway!" she manages. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Perking her ears upwards, Rage gives a wolfish stare at the group, then paws at the foxhole again a few times before she trots away when Scott gives the order. She returns to the water bottle lid, plucking it up, then drops it down in front of Scott with a clatter. She paws at it, chuffing. She goes back to looking at the fountain again, then shifts herself back upwards into her human form. Loud cracks, snaps and grunts can be heard. After cracking her neck, she says, "That's her water bottle. A man was hiding in there." She points to the foxhole. "He followed her to that fountain and that is where her scent stops, and his continues. I'm thinking whoever was in here, was waiting for her, then he may have hurt her and carried her away. That's why I can't smell her on the ground anymore." 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau nods to himself that he didn't miss any sort of trip wire on the trap door and flips it open to reveal...a hole... a hole with the bottle belonging to that cap inside of it however. He sighs, giving Scott a bit of a worried look, but saying in his normal sarcastic tone. "Ah see yah sense of 'umor really is infectious Mon ami. Dis one obviously caught it. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:'''     Scott takes the bottle from Remy and stoops down to pick up the lid and puts them together and looks at them closely before he stands back up and frowns. "You can't smell her scent because she was hurt?" Scott asks, with his eyebrows pinching together over his nose behind his glasses.     "Kamala, you're welcome to vist the school, there could be some benefit there." Scott says giving the girl an invite as he steps past her and towards the fountain, "You couldn't follow the scent from the man in the hole, or did it disappear too?" Scott asks of Andrea, wondering why she stopped. 

:'''{{#var:7657|Brian Carerra (7657)}} has posed:'''      "No evidence of blood? If she was hurt she may have left that as a trail." Obviously, Brian was one step behind in investigating, but he's leaving no stone unturned. He looks to Kamala and offers a small smile, whispering. "Sorry." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "I got the rest. It's in the woods. I can smell them out there. I smelled Chloroform. He knocked her out." Andrea motions as she starts into the woods. "I didn't want to go deeper without you guys. Come on. He hid here, they got into it at the fountain. I think he dragged her into the woods where he knocked her out." As she moves, she motions them on to continue. She comes to a spot in the grass that looks to have been flattened, roughly thirty feet past the fox hole. She kneels down, poking at a large foot print in the mud. Sunk in deep. "Huge shoes. Like something ... uh. the Juggernaut would wear maybe? Size fifteens or something, sixteens?" She says as she tip-toes her fingers along the outline of it, counting. "Erika's scent stops all together here. The man's scent goes into the park." 

:'''{{#var:7623|Kamala Khan (7623)}} has posed:''' "Really?" Kamala asks of Scott. Normally the girl would be over the moon at the invitation. But right now, her friend's in trouble. "Here. Maybe this can help?" comes the question from the girl. "I've been doing some work on scale. Oh." she feels a little silly now that everyone knows her name. But. I've been doing some solo work back home. Uh. As Ms. Marvel." Totally not because of Marvel Girl, promise! As she steps into the footprint, she concentrates, allowing her own foot to fill the hole as she shifts and grows in size as her other foot finds another footprint. By the time she's done, she's a nearly seven foot tall Kamala. "Know anyone this big?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie has been quietlly looking around. He has taken to watching the trees. Andrea has the ground covered, and the rest are normal eye level. Sam is a flyer, and he is checking for evidence of any other flyers round about. He looks to Kamala, and hmms "Known a few roughly that size over the years." He will start thinking, through what he knows of Erika's back ground and if he can connect any of the ussual suspects to her. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:'''     Scott looks up to Kamala and frowns as he looks back to Sam, "I can think of a few, but none of them seem the type to do something so, shady." Scott retorts with a frown.     "Come on team, Rage, you take the lead again, we'll keep following you." Scott says, meaning he wants the girl to lead the way following the captor's scent. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Giving a nod of her head, Andrea takes her wolf form once again, then starts off through the woods as she follows along the scents from the aera she just led them too. She follows the footsteps as her keen eyes and instincts pick them out in the dark, her nose leading the charge. 

:'''{{#var:1385|James Proudstar (1385)}} has posed:''' The scent continues, cutting straight across the park, past the jogging trail on the other side, and over to some buildings that run along the street beside the park. Even those without Andrea's nose and other senses can spot a few of the big footprints now and then, the ground too muddy to not preserve some of them. The trail ends up going to the nearest building to the park. It used to be a diner but is now closed up and vacant from the looks of it. The windows are not only dusty, but newspapered over on the inside. The scent goes to the backdoor. The metal door is a little misshapen near the handle. There are obvious signs the lock has been forced open there. 

:'''{{#var:7657|Brian Carerra (7657)}} has posed:'''      Andrea is followed for now, meanwhile, Brian looks around and observes. "Sir, if they took her into the woods... it was to take her off her normal ground. And get her in their familiar place." Brian observes to Scott. "It's not a simple snatch and grab. It was planned." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will walk up to the door, and says "Ah got this." He will open the door standing in the way in case there is a blast, and prepared to blast himself into any explosion that might come from a booby trap. 

:'''{{#var:1385|James Proudstar (1385)}} has posed:''' Inside, the diner is fairly empty, as if the furnishings, appliances, chairs and tables were all sold off, just leaving mostly empty space. There is a large bag for hockey equipment inside. It is empty, but the right size to have left the imprint back in the woods. A pair of hockey sticks lie beside it. Andrea will note the same chloroform smell in the bag, and much stronger. The newspapers that cover the windows inside are dated from a week ago. There is not much else of note in the room except for a metal trash can. It just holds ashes, looking like various paper items were burned there. Going through the ashes finds a small scrap that failed to burn. It appears to be a tag of some sort that has some visible text on it: ..eyenne Mounta... .....ate Park... .....orado.... 

:'''{{#var:7657|Brian Carerra (7657)}} has posed:''' Brian makes an ingress with the rest, heading to the trash can, expecting to find discarded items. "Fire...hmm." Searching through the ashes, and finding the scrap. "Sam?" He calls out, handing over the scrap. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looking at the tag, he will pull his phone out to call Dani, and check on her, and make sure she is ok and not another taret. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks the paper over a bit while saying "Yea, yea." He will look to Brian covering the phone "Got a friend in colorado, might be the next target but does not seem it. This loks to be a clue though, good job." 
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6717/A Brother's Revenge: The Best Part of Waking Up

2019-03-01T05:59:23Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1385|James Proudstar (1385)}} has posed:''' The room is mostly concrete. The walls, the floor, even the ceilings seem made of it. Some kind of bunker then? As the young woman's eyes come open, she'll find her wrists and ankles tightly secured with plastic zip ties. Between the ties and her skin are bits of her clothing, cut from portions that won't affect her modesty. An old pipe that runs vertically from floor to ceiling is inside of her wrists, so Erika won't be able to go anywhere. There are a few cots lying around, and a long table which has been turned into a work space. There is ammunition and weapons, even explosives over there. And a seven feet tall Native American is sitting on a stool, soldering something as Erika wakes up. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir blinks and looks around. She pauses a moment to review what else is in her head with her.. same clothes as before. her coat is between her and a pipe. Hmm. She glances around. Head slightly fuzzy. What time is it? This is bad. She narrows her eyes at the soldering, trying to figure out what is being made. She stays quiet for the moment, so she can try to gather clues. 

:'''{{#var:1385|James Proudstar (1385)}} has posed:''' "You're awake," the man says without looking behind him at Erika. "I don't plan to hurt you. Just need you to stay there and behave. If you do, you'll go free in a couple of days," he tells her. He's big. Not just tall, but muscular. Not quite as large physically as Hank, but not far from it. The man spins around on the stool he's using to turn and look over towards Erika. "Are you hungry? Or thirsty?" he asks her. There isn't any way to tell what time it is, no windows, just doorways. But she might be hungry, as a solid 8 hours have passed since she was taken. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir fumes a bit. "You know I can't sleep like this, right? In a couple days, I'm going to be all kinds of loopy." She frowns. "Maybe, yeah. What time is it?" She looks around. Adrenaline a little bit high, but it just isn't helpful right now. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Slowly test the zip ties. Move everything. Nothing seems hurt.. Try to act casual. Don't raise an alarm. 

:'''{{#var:1385|James Proudstar (1385)}} has posed:''' The Native American's head tilts a little bit at the statement. "And why can't you sleep like that? If you are tired enough, you will sleep?" he comments, his voice even but not looking like he believes her on this point. "You have been asleep for quite some time. We are no longer in New York," he replies. "Your friends will come for you eventually, and then you will be freed. So the safest thing is to just relax and be patient." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir shakes her head. "No, if I'm tired enough, I'll die. I can't actually, you know. SLEEP if I have stuff in my head. My body can rest but my brain won't. I sleep on a patch of grass in my room. I can probably manage with newspapers or something, as long as I can pick out the pages nobody has touched." She sighs. Ugh. Now she just has to wait for her teachers to notice she's gone. Well, Sam probably will. Kamala is probably freaking out right now. "Who are you? And like.. why did you drag me out to... wherever this is?" 

:'''{{#var:1385|James Proudstar (1385)}} has posed:''' The man tilts his head as he listens to Erika. "Alright. I will find something no one has touched for you to sleep on," he agrees. "I did not think you were that sensitive," he adds, frowning just slightly, but only for a moment. "You may call me James," he tells her. He rises from his seat and brings over a bottle of water, motioning with it to see if she wants any. If she does, it has a nozzle like athletes have on theirs, and he'll squirt water without touching her until she indicates she's had enough. "It was a necessity. For things to be set right. Nothing to do with you directly. I am sorry to have included you. But it was necessary," James tells her. He moves back over to the stool again, getting back to work on what he was soldering. "How long until they miss you?" he asks. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir has some water and blinks a bit. "I don't know. I had stuff to do, but I don't know when people are going to start worrying." She frowns, thinking. "Hopefully not too long." Probably Kamala is flipping her shit by now, but she's not sure she wants to go telling her whole life story to the guy who has her tied up in his basement. "Okay, James. I'm Erika. How do you know anything about me, anyway?" 

:'''{{#var:1385|James Proudstar (1385)}} has posed:''' James Proudstar doesn't answer that, just keeps working. He finishes what he is soldering and assembles it. A small box of some kind, with a few prongs sticking out the top. He sets it on the ground and hits the prongs with his foot. When he pulls back, the top pops open and a hand grenade pops up into the air. He catches it, tosses it aside onto the table. Rubber. He begins putting something else back inside, using care as if what he's putting in is not a fake. A land mine? He sets it aside when done and then stands up and dusts his hands off. "Here, I have a protein bar, you probably can use it by now," he says. He moves over to crouch in front of her, opening it up. "Cookies and cream. The best one, I think. Tastes a bit like an oreo," he says, pulling the wrapper back and offering it to her to bite. He'll stay there, letting her eat it at her pace. "How long have you been at the school?" he asks. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir munches at the bar, since it seems like a meal. "About.. Well, more than six months, anyway. Did you go there? I mean, you kind of have that vibe, right?" She eyes the Arts And Crafts of Doom dubiously. Hmmm. How to get him talking. She squirms a bit, trying to get comfortable. 

:'''{{#var:1385|James Proudstar (1385)}} has posed:''' "No. No I did not," James tells her. "Unfortunately that school puts a lot of ideas in people's heads. Ones that are as likely to cause you problems down the road as not," he says. As he talks, James's hand that is not holding the protein bar for her opens and closes, clenching a bit. He finally lets up, his hand going to something hanging from his belt. It's a strip of red leather, like maybe a headband. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs, watching you quietly. She stays silent for a bit, letting the silence become uncomfortable, and looking up at you expectantly. Maybe he will fill the silence with answers and useful information. For now, she gobbles the rest of the food. No telling what he'll do if he gets angry. And takes note of that red leather strip. Something about it means something to him. It's obviously a memento. A souvenir. 

:'''{{#var:1385|James Proudstar (1385)}} has posed:''' James Proudstar finishes feeding Erika and then stands up, moving back over to the stool. "Your attempt to free yourself when I captured you. It was good. Against a normal human it would have liked succeeded," James tells Erika while focusing on his work. He continues working for awhile before finally putting the tools away. He stretches, working his shoulders as if a little sore from sitting like that for awhile. He slips the bit of leather from his belt, and holds it, rubbing a thumb over it as he thinks for a few moments. Finally he sets it on the counter and then turns on a number of monitors, with views of what looks like some kind of compound. A few more controls and guns pop up out of the tops of buildings, and out of hidden places in the surrounding terrain. He gives each a test before returning them to their hidden position, and finally shutting down the monitors. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs.. "Yeah. Thank you? I think? I mean, it didn't work, so it obviously wasn't good enough, but like.. I try." She watches a bit. Again with the souvenir. Her eyes flick over to look at the monitors. Weapons start appearing, Oh hell, is this going to be some sort of demented Five Days at Freddies thing? She tries to commit them to memory, having some troubles because she can't picture the whole layout at once. "So what did they do to you to deserve all this?" Get Them Monologuing! Maybe it'll even work. 

:'''{{#var:1385|James Proudstar (1385)}} has posed:''' James Proudstar powers everything down finally. The very large man swivels on his stool to look over at her again. "Dreams are dangerous things, Erika Kristasdottir. But you will need to sleep. I will get you something that should work," he tells her. James walks over to the door and says, "All of the booby traps are activated. If somehow you did manage to get out, I would not recommend trying to leave. I would not see the harm that would befall you if you tried. I intend to get you home safely when this over." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir heaves a huge sigh. Greeeat. She gets the non-talkative supervillain. Inhale. Exhale. Okay. You can do this. Not a great time to escape. But soon. She's sure he is going to have to get rid of the zip ties so she can sleep. And then... she's stuck in the only safe place for God knows how far, in the middle of the woods, in winter. Ugh. Right. Just.. wait for now it is, then. Watch for opportunities. Figure out what all skills he might be using on things. 
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6644/Auld Lang Syne

2019-02-24T12:43:21Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' It's late at night in Xavier's. Most people are sound asleep or at least sequestered in their rooms. Not so with Wolfsbane. Being a graduate brings certain perks with it, among them no need to worry about sneaking out for late night excursions. There were times she was spotted wandering the grounds in wolf form back in the day. Tonight, the library is where she's gone, seated in a corner of the room with a couple books before her, on the table. One, centered around some Scottish history, is open before her. She's gone with the wolfen features tonight, looking otherwise human for the most part. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir slips inside, courtesy of her weird sleep schedule that she just runs with sometimes. She has a few topics she'd like to learn about - a shameless information spider, her powers fit her well. And there's been a couple of things that keep coming up that are on the back of her mind. When she drifts into the library quietly, practicing being inconspicuous and quiet, she looks around the room. Oh, hey, Rahne. Someone to talk to. She has questions. She pads quietly over. Quiet to human senses maybe, certainly not to, oh, lots of people on campus, but she's working on it. "..Hey, you're up late. Everything okay?" 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' Wolfsbane's already glanced up, marked the page in her book, and closed it by the time Erika comes into view. "Hullo, Erika. I heard ye on yuir way in," she says, no need to explain that one. Looking over toward the wall where a clock can be found, she turns back to the younger student. "I'm fine. Just some quiet reading. Is there..something I can do for ye?" If it sounds awkward, it kind of is. Someone must still be getting used to no longer formally being a student. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir shrugs a little. "I was just up late. Middle of the evening and I'm out, then in the middle of the night, I pop awake for no reason and do stuff before I get sleepy again and sleep until the alarm goes off. I get more done when I just roll with it. Anyway, yeah, actually." She finds a seat and slips into it. "So, um, Sam keeps comparing me to Doug Ramsey. I looked him up and I got a bit, but, uh.. I don't really know much about the guy other than, you know, the dry bits and the awful bit at the end." She frowns a bit. "Or, you know. Much else about anybody really. I kind of feel like I'm having to live up to something." 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' "Och, I remember those nights," Wolfsbane nods slowly. There's also a glass of water nearby, which she reaches to have a sip from. "I just felt like reading in a quiet place away from muh room, an' there's nae shortage o' books in here," the wolfen mutant explains, though she grows somewhat..guarded, perhaps, when Doug's name is brought up. "Why does he compare ye tae Doug?" she wonders, voice matching the expression she's taken on. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir frowns. "Well, like.. Andrea turns into a huge werewolf that heals, Laura heals from everything in an instant, Kaydin gets bored and runs to Italy for pizza in the middle of a sentence, Ellie blows stuff up, and I... pick up litter to copy weird skills and talents. I think he's worried that people are going to drag me into something way over my head. I mean, if I can get ninja souvenirs, I'm not totally helpless, but still. Not a situation I want to be in. The vampire was scary enough." She frowns and looks around a little bit. "I assume, anyways. He just.. does. A lot. I'm almost afraid to ask him about it, is all. I feel like I'm having to fill the shoes of somebody I don't even know, so like.. I figured I should ask around for some good stories or something?" 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' Wolfsbane takes on a similar expression. "I'll have tae have a few words wi' Sam. It's no' fair tae ye tae be comparing ye tae anyone else. Doug..was Doug. Ye're Erika. I understand some o' whit we can do may seem more..amazing, or useful, or safer when someone can heal or change tae an indestructable metal like Piotr or go intae people's minds, but.." Shaking her head as she trails off, she admits, "I suppose I understand why Sam may think o' Doug when he sees ye. Doug could instantly understand any language he heard, an' even communicate wi' it right away. I think it went deeper than tha', but tha's all I really understood. Ye being able tae touch something an'..learn from it?" She waves a hand, realizing she's probably not explaining it the best, probably not understanding the powers that well. "It's still useful, but aye, tha' means ye're probably no' in th' middle o' a fight like some o' us wid be." More quietly, she adds, "An' trust me, there's no' a thing wrong wi' no' being in th' middle o' a fight. It's safer tha' way." So says the one with the claws and fangs. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Oh yeah, I don't really like it when the fights break out close to me. I feel pretty helpless. Even with a kung fu souvenir, I feel exposed - I might know kung fu or whatever, but I'm still really squishy. I'm working on that, but like.. I'm still just some girl. I just like having the extra options so I can get away better." She frowns. "I think people assume I'm going to, like.. break into, like, Logan's room, steal all his socks, and go running around playing Daredevil or something." She looks off to the side for a moment. "I mean, yeah, I want some of his socks, but just so I can get away from the stuff everybody else jumps in face to face with. No way can I stand toe to toe with giant robots and stuff. But I want to feel like I'm doing something. I feel like I can do a lot, but nobody really knows what to do with me, kinda?" 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' "I'll share a wee secret wi' ye," Wolfsbane says, reaching toward one of her ears, then the back of her neck as she rests that elbow on the tabletop. "I dinna like fighting an' I only do it when I have tae. I can heal faster, no' like Wolverine, but tha' does no' mean I canna die. I'm always afraid, in th' back o' muh head, tha' th' next fight might be th' one tha' goes wrong, an' I pray it never does." She adds, "I think being aware o' tha' makes ye more likely tae be careful. But, wanting Wolverine's socks is no' something I'd call being careful. Tha' sounds like a good way tae get on his bad side." A thin hint of a smile suggests something short of total seriousness, and she runs a hand through her hair again, tied back in a ponytail. "There will come a day when ye're more sure o' yuir place. I'm no' sure when that'll be, but ye'll know it when ye do. Until then..I dinnae really understand how it works for ye, but I think ye should focus on trying tae see more how it works, how long it lasts depending on..." She grunts. "I mean, I can track a scent, but th' older it is or th' more other scents are around tae get in th' way, th' harder it is tae follow it as long." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "I've been doing that a lot. About a two second seizure when I touch something. Which SUCKS when kids hit me in the back of the head with a paper airplane or toss confetti in my face, by the way. I can let go of it for a couple seconds before it drops out. Thumbnail when I first log it in, open it up to get the contents. I forget *everything* I got out of it when it drops. Stuff like that. It's really hard for me to explain it to people in a way they understand, though. I guess because it's not like shooting lasers or flying or anything.." She tries to come up with an appropriate gesture for an abstract concept and fails, flailing a moment, "..Primal like that." "And yeah, I just.. I know I'm flimsy, just I feel like I have to live up to something I don't understand. And trying to get the most out of what I know ends up feeling like, I don't know. I'm not sure what I'm going to look like in the end very well." She frowns a little. "So I thought, you know. If I learned more about the good parts of who I keep getting compared to." 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' Wolfsbane turns inwardly thoughtful, as if she's trying to figure her way through a problem. "Have ye tried anything like keeping a journal o' whit ye pick up from whitever ye touch?" she asks. "Like, how long it lasts depending on whit it is? Or how strong it is? If a smaller, common thing is any different from something bigger?" The way she tosses out the questions suggests she's taking shots in the dark, curious to see if any of it's been attempted already or not, and what the results may have been or will be. "I guess ye are similar tae Doug in th' sense he often struggled tae find ways he thought he fit in because whit he could do was no' flashy, but there were times he could do things none o' th' rest o' us could. I'm sure there will be a time when something ye pick up will mean th' difference." She exhales through her nose, a slow sigh as she comes to eye the table more than Erika or anything else. "Doug was a close friend. He'd do anything tae help oot, even if it put him in danger. If Sam's thinking o' Doug when he sees ye, I'd take it as a good thing." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Oh yeah, all the time. Then I hope that I can make out half the jargon I used in my notes. Ever tried teaching somebody something with a handwritten note? It's kind of slow going. But like, I can kind of cook okay now. It's not a size thing, it's just.. what they were doing when they carried it around. I have to adjust my stance and stuff for my build. I can usually work out stuff like how tall they were, boy or girl, things like that from that part. Oh, and combination locks are a total joke for me to open. That's the first thing I ever read, actually." She nods. "And that sounds.. yeah, pretty me. I just.. Sometimes I feel like when the things I can do come out, people won't think of me. But yeah. I think I would have liked to know him better..." She bites her lip, getting a touch misty-eyed. 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' Wolfsbane ahs. Seems her ideas have already been taken into account, which is probably for the best. It means Erika may already be on a good path toward learning more. "Is there any way for ye tae control it? It took me a while tae learn how tae do partial changes or just change one or two things. Naebody knew it all right away. Ye just have tae keep a' it." Her head tilts, next. "Are ye saying ye can pick a lock just by touching it? There's something that could be useful if stealth is needed." She takes on a few moments of silence and merely nods to the wish of having known Doug better. "Aye.." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir mms. "Every combination lock, somebody's opened at least once. So I just touch it and remember opening it. the one in the back alley was a six digit keypad, and I was carrying my roofied friend running from some creeps. First try. The seizure brainasplode thing whenever I touch something kind of bites, though.." She holds up a gloved hand, a bit like Rogue, and waggles her fingers. "That and I can't fall asleep if I have anything in my head. I sleep on a patch of grass in my room. That kind of messes with things. I have a couple ideas how to get by in a pinch now, but still." 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' Wolfsbane takes note of the fingers, then says with a frown, "Is it always like tha', or..have ye noticed any improvement wi' th'..ye know." She touches her head to finish the question that way. "But there ye are, it sounds like ye could pick any lock ye wanted. Ye know tha' could be used for bad reasons." The mention of trouble sleeping and what helps it go better sees her squinting, realizing, "Nae wonder I smelled grass up there on th' way by. Ahh, I wish I could tell ye I had more ideas right noo, but I'd have tae see how it works more first." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir wells.. "So far it's always like that. Maybe there's a way to deal with it, but.. I haven't learned how yet. It's not like there are other psychometrists here to learn from. And yeah, I know, I don't want to do the bad reasons, I was raised better than that, even if they are total hypocrites. Anyway, I should probably head back to my room. I'm starting to wind down again." She yawns a bit, stretches, and stands. "Thank you for talking to me, I'll catch you some other time? Or just come bug me whenever." 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' "I hope tha' becomes less trouble for ye as ye learn more," Rahne offers. It's possible that may never change, for all anyone knows, but it could. "An' I'm sorry if I was no' much help, but I'm glad if I did help in any way. I'm still getting used tae no' being a student any more muhself. I'm no' used tae giving others advice." She reaches for her book again, starting to slide it back closer to her. "Sleep well, an' ye're welcome." 
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6620/Unaccredited class hours

2019-02-23T01:29:45Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' She got the text message a little after lunch to meet Remy in the Danger room. He hadn't given any special instructions beyond that. At the moment he only has a very simple program running. A hologram of the Cajun himself holding a bo staff...just like the Cajun himself. Actully it's sort of difficult to tell the two apart at all, save for the hologram is standing unnaturally still. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Souvenir (1795)}} has posed:''' Souvenir paused on the way from the lift to the Danger Room to throw on her working outfit.. the yellow and black one, annoyingly, to placate certain whoevers who might catch her in the halls. She's supposed to be logging danger room time, in a ridiculous bumblebee suit; and she prefers her slinkier colored suit, but, eh. politics. The other clothes are in her bag. "You rang?" She slips in and sets her bag of clothes in the cubby where such things are supposed to go, then faces you, listening, eyes flicking around to try to watch for anything out of the corner of her eyes, or whatever. 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau nods a bit and tosses her a bo staff. His own bo staff specifically.. and the learning of a hopkido master to go with it. "How long memories stay wit' yah, aftah yah loos contact wit' somet'ing like dat?" he asks curiously, as the holographic Remy's eyes follow the bo staff, reorienting on the girl. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Souvenir (1795)}} has posed:''' Souvenir mms, taking her gloves off and stashing them in her sleeve. She swallows down a whimper, trembling a moment as she compiles it, then opens her eyes again. "Just a few seconds, tops. It's kind of like yanking a thumb drive out of a computer. Then they're kind of scrambled; I can get a little bit out of it, but not nearly as much. If I give it back for a few seconds it refreshes." She turns the staff over in her hands a bit, getting a feel for it, not having tapped the staff yet. 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau nods a bit, "Well we gonna push dat. First yah gonna run t'rough with mah staff. Den wit' a practice staff Ah bought just today. Den wit' mah staff again. Back an' fort' a few times. Ah'm curious ta see if maybe we can' build up some muscle memory as it were. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Souvenir (1795)}} has posed:''' Souvenir winces. "It hasn't worked so far. Really frustrating. I take notes when I copy a skill and hope I can understand half the jargon and stuff I wrote down afterward. Sometimes I take videos of myself. Later on, it's like 'How the hell did I do that, anyways?', and I read my notes to myself, and it's all technical terms and stuff that made total sense when I knew it. But we can go ahead and work on stuff. I've been working out a lot so I can do things without straining myself." She idly kicks one leg up and hugs it to her face, then lets it down. 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau quirks a brow at that move and mutters softly in French "If I were only fifteen years younger..." A small private chuckle and then he adds, "Or if my girlfriend couldn't rip off my arms and beat me with the wet ends.." He shakes his head as if to clear it. "Well we will be doin' non-power practice as well. Just t'ought we would give it a try non?" He waits for her to adopt a fighting stance before saying "Begin programing. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Souvenir (1795)}} has posed:''' Souvenir drops into a ready stance - your favorite ready stance, with just the slightest of adjustment times as she compensates for her different build. Immediately, she starts adjusting to whatever movement might start appearing. In french, with your own regional accenting, she comments, "<Oh, but you aren't, are you? It's okay, I'm told I'm seeing someone.>" 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau laughs a bit at that, a rich deep laugh, but he doesn't look away as the girl, and his hologram come together, separate, and come together again. Despite the holo being programed to fight like Remy himself, he's backed it's difficulty down significantly, so she should have little trouble overcoming it. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Souvenir (1795)}} has posed:''' Souvenir steps in, mirroring your usual stance, and flows into your usual combat tactics. She's not as big or strong as you, but she has some personal experience to compensate for that, and she can match you move for move. The dialed down part is very obvious, as she pretty much trounces the intro holo without breaking a sweat. "<So how much did you turn this down by?>" 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' He smirks a little bit. "Quite a bit... but Ah'm sure dat yah'll appreciate it when yah gotta go round 2 with de unused stick." He says with an amused tone as she pretty much wipes the floor with his holographic doppleganger. He picks that staff up off of a bench and gives it a toss to her, holding his hand out to catch her's in return. "Reset program and begin on Erika's signal." He instructs the computer. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Souvenir (1795)}} has posed:''' Souvenir trades sticks, gasps and twitches a couple seconds as she grabs the new stick. She shakes her head a bit, then drops into a ready stance. More of a generic one from observation. Still reasonably solid. "Ready." She frowns at the holo, all of the knowledge gone, completely gone. She thinks a moment and decides that offense is probably better, she doesn't have much counters with a staff. She comes in on an angle, feinting high then coming around low, rolling the staff through some defensive positioning in hopes that that's going to be enough. Form isn't terrible for a student, lots of power and flexibility, but the practice and the instincts just aren't there anymore. 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' This was easy the first time right? The holo comes at her with obvious skill and precision. Mixing sweeps and jabs. Nothing meant to do more then bruise, but it's not holding back to much either. He may have turned the difficulty of the holo down, but he apparently didn't turn it down to "Beginner". 

:'''{{#var:1795|Souvenir (1795)}} has posed:''' Souvenir makes a bit of a face, trying to defend and not managing much past that. She has practiced, though not so much with a staff. "ow." She turns a block into a jab at your doppelganger's foot, suddenly, and pushes in to crowd it, trying to get some better angles or maybe be able to use some of the unarmed stuff Laura showed her. Like that foot block and backfist to the ear. 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau, or at least the holo fo him is grinning ear to ear. Almost like it is enjoying itself. Stepping back slightly as she steps in, knowing to keep a bit of distance between them to prevent his reach advantage from becoming useless. It sweeps at her ankles, then another blow coming in at her shoulders. The whole time the real Remy watches passively from beside the mat. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Souvenir (1795)}} has posed:''' Souvenir picks up her foot at the ankle sweep, brings up the staff to block the shoulder strike, then turns the staff to bring the butt of it around at HoloRemy's eyes. That would usually make somebody blink, right? Quick kick at the knee, focus, focus.. The style is more Laura than anything else, but not exactly. She's breathing harder, but she can keep this up for awhile. Lots and lots of cardio and sprints and swimming. Openings are adding up, if only because she's not as experienced as she wants to be. 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau doesn't want her to get too worn out on the first round, so he calls a halt to the round after two minutes, and tosses the girl a bottle of water. He types a few commands on his tablet and a holographic version of herself appears opposite the other Remy. "Now take mah staff... an' walk me t'rough what yah shoulda done different." He says calmly, waiting till she has her air back to begin it again. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Souvenir (1795)}} has posed:''' Souvenir catches the staff, mewls a bit and twitches, then shakes her head out a bit. "Wait, now how did I do that last time?" She frowns a bit and tries to mimic the stance she used before. "Okay, this is isn't the stance I'm used to. Laura's, isn't it?" She gulps some water down and shakes out the tension some, then tries to walk through that last fight from memory, furrowing her brow. "Okay, that doesn't.. Okay, I guess that makes some sense. She'd want to crowd you." She furrows her brow a little bit. "More practice with a cane than a staff." She walks over to the motionless holo, trying to go through some of the movements slowly to refresh her memory about how she was fighting a minute ago, ponders a little, and then steps back to her start spot. "Okay." 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' The Cajun nods, helping her with the breakdown... letting her have another round with his staff, making her go another round without it. Then making her analyze her performance again. Each time himself noting any and all improvements in the girls technique... 
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6524/Room check

2019-02-15T20:03:15Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde checks the schedules to pick a time that Erika doesn't have class, increasing the chances of catching her. Kitty then makes her way through the halls towards the dorm wing. She spots two freshmen who are supposed to be in English right now, stealing a moment with each other. And it appears, an occasional kiss. They see the new guidance counselor and get worried looks. Kitty give them a soft sigh and then a little nod of her head back towards the classrooms along with a gentle smile. They give her bashful grins and hurry off, holding hands, back to their class room. Kitty smiles a little and then continues on until she reaches Erika's door. Kitty knocks softly on the door. "It's Kitty. Are you in, Erika?" she offers through the door. She's wearing a pair of black boots, snuggly fitting jeans and a long-sleeve top, all dark colors today. There's a silver necklace with a Star of David hanging from it around her neck, worn atop the shirt. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Through the door, a sudden silence. Then, "Just a minute!", followed by a fast scramble to shove what sounds like heavy boxes containing metal into a closet, the door to which is hurriedly closed. After a moment's pause more, Erika Kristasdottir opens the door in a bathrobe and her gloves, hair still a little bit damp after showering from a morning workout. Lots of knuckle pushups. Ow. And yoga. Somewhat less ow, but still pushing things to the point of achiness. "Ummm. Hi! I didn't think I would see you until later sometime." She steps out of the way of the door to let you in, with some nervousness. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' "I can come back later if it's better," Kitty says as she gives Erika a warm, gentle smile of greeting. "I saw we both had a block of free time so figured I'd see if you were free to talk," Kitty says. She'll wait to give Erika a chance to decide if she'd rather wait, but if not Kitty will go ahead and enter the room. "That's nice," Kitty will say, motioning towards the clover. "Do you grow a lot of plants? I have a few I have someone watering while I'm gone," she mentions. "Though I don't have any kind of nice set up like that. Just have them setting by the windows," the brunette says with a soft smile. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir looks at the clover. "Not.. really, that's my bed. Thistlewalker made the breed for them. They're alive and they don't think, so they don't have any memories in them. Just, I wake up kind of grass stained and smelling like a lawn, sometimes." She makes a little bit of a face. "It's comfy, but there's just the one, here. If there's *anything* else in my head, I just don't fall asleep." She moves deeper into her room, looking around a bit. "When Andrea found me, I was about nine tenths insane, and my parents were freaking out. They're nice, but it takes awhile to get there, and I lose too much daylight." She frowns, hugs herself, then looks back over. Maybe the vampire reference in her file. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde listens to the explanation about the clover, and looks over at the plants again with a slow nod as they take on a completely different context. "So, much better solution than new sheets," Kitty says, seeming to understand now. Or at least understand parts. "What did you mean about losing too much daylight? I saw some references in your file when I skimmed through it, but did not have a chance to find out the details," Kitty asks. She wanders over, looking at some of the role playing game books. "Tried this one when I was younger. I was never very good at it. Everyone had to keep telling me what dice to roll and everything," Kitty says, motioning to one of the games. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir mmms, "My family is in the far side of Bludhaven. There's a lot of vampires there. I don't know why. One time I went to visit, but we were, uhm... too slow getting out of town." Deep breath, lets it out slowly. Oh! Dice! Thank GOD we can get off that topic. "Yeah, I play a lot of those. Lots of miniatures and stuff too. Tactics and stuff. I don't know who plays here, though." She hmms a bit. "Sam showed me the Danger Room, and it just seems kind of like a big miniatures board, kind've. I want to learn how to work it." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' "Ah... I get you," Kitty says in an understanding tone. She moves over to lean against a wall, hands behind her. "Well, if you want to get in a long trip, there are friends here who could help with that. Illyana. Kurt. Could check with them about getting you there in morning and back out before dark." Kitty hesitates before asking where else her thoughts run on the topic. Perhaps sensing the relief from Erika in the new topic. "Well, the Danger Room is so much more. I suppose it could serve that purpose too, though not sure how Hank would feel about it. Maybe if you just used it for moving things about and not actually pounding each other so they need repairs," Kitty says with a soft grin. "Have you done very much combat training in there?" Kitty asks. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir suddenly walks over to one of the drawers and pulls out some painted miniatures that look vaguely like Andrea, Ellie, Rachel, and Laura. There's more in there, those are just the ones that were in front. "Here, I painted these myself. And, um." She carries them over to the table, and flips through maps until she gets out a small street map. "Here's the Google Maps view of the place some of them got attacked, once. I wasn't there." She puts the miniatures on the side of the table next to the one that she hasn't painted yet that might look a bit like her. "Mmm. No... I was just there the one time. And then Rachel followed us and something about the place triggered.. the.. HELL.. out of her. I thought she was going to blow the whole room up with us in it. It was like she didn't even know we were there for a little. All we did was bring up the characters of Sam's original team, and then we had to leave to calm Rachel down." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde motions to the figures and looks to Erika, in a way that suggests she's seeking approval to pick them up. Kitty will either pick one up, if it is given, or just look at them closely. "Nice job painting," Kitty says. "Have you shown these to them yet? I bet they'll get a kick out of them," Kitty adds giving a soft smile. She straightens again and gets a troubled look. "Yes. She's going to take some time to adjust to our... time. We'll work through it though. Introduced her to popcorn last night for the first time. It just kind of paints a picture of how big of a change it is that she didn't know what popcorn is. Let alone cheetos popcorn." Kitty glances down at her fingers. They are clean. No longer orange. But you never really know with cheetos popcorn unless you check. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ums. "And I know you're a counselor? I'm.. a lot better now, but I never got all the way to 'good'. One of the vampires ripped the tire iron I was holding out of my hand and jumped at me. And.. I had one of Laura's socks on, and I had a wooden pencil. Uhm. And that thing with vampires and stakes is true. And I was numb for like a day and then I was totally freaked out for weeks, and that was, like, nothing compared to what Rachel had to have dealt with. I don't even know what to *say*. I tried to help, but, like.. We don't think the same way." She looks at the miniatures. "Not yet. I mean... Everybody already thinks I'm weird, I don't know if I want to look like a stalker on top of that. I don't really get along with Andrea. She wants to be in charge of everything, because of course she does, but she's the other person on the hand grenade list. And then if she does snap out of it... she can't talk. I mean, I like her, and like, she could convince New York to give the Hulk a holiday, but..." She sighs. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde gives a small nod of her head, her expression compassionate. "Yes. The things most of us been through, well, few of us haven't had rough times. And those things probably pale in comparison to what she's been through. Not that what we each faced was any less traumatic to us." Kitty walks over to look at the bed of closer. Bed in the more than one sense of the word. "Vampires can give me the willies. I'd be freaked out for awhile too. Have you managed to get past it? And... do you mind if I ask about your family? Are they safe where they are?" Kitty asks, turning back from her perusal of the clover. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir wells.. "Not all the way better. But mostly. I can deal with it, just, you know. Brr." She hrms. "They say they are. I don't know how safe they really are, but I don't know how safe they would be anywhere. They, um.." She looks over at the notes on one of the many dry-erase boards. There's a couple of wonky looking, random letter string looking URL's there that end in .onion. "We don't always see eye to eye on morality." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde turns back and moves a little closer to Erika. She follows the glance to the dry-erase boards. "To do with mutants? Or, other areas?" Kitty asks her softly. She reaches over and will give Erika's arm a gentle touch somewhere that won't risk contacting skin. "I had issues with my own parents, when I joined the X-men," Kitty says gently. She draws a deep breath. One of those cleansing ones, as if bringing up her own past in that regard could use one. But the brunette keeps a gentle, compassionate look on her face. The more so, perhaps for being able to relate. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' "They're super supportive. They think it's kind of cool that I'm here. Just, like.." She half-closes her eyes at the squeeze. Touch starved. "Someday, the police are going to show up looking for them. They aren't hurting anybody, just, you know. Doing stuff for people who do." She looks up at you, blinking some. "And now I feel like, I don't know, I'm the kind of disreputable grimy one. Like.." She points at the miniatures. "Like, there's all these really noble and heroic people around, and I'm the thief." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' The empathic young woman perhaps notices the reaction to the touch. Kitty pulls up the neck of her top just a little bit, tugging one side of it over to cover her neck a bit more and then opens up her arms. "Mind if I give you a hug? I don't know about you, but there's time I sure need one. Talking about stuff like this was always one for me," Kitty says. She's pretty well covered. As long as their heads stay away from each other. "Erika, there's so many people here that have dark moments in our past. I have dark moments in my past. What you see as noble are just people that choose to make the right decision. And sometimes? They fail to. Because we aren't perfect. But then they get over it, and focus on making the right decision the next time." Kitty says in a reassuring voice. "If you have some troubles in your past, or your family's past, that doesn't mean they control your future." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir purses her lips tightly. "Okay, so like, the problem with that is? We can touch skin-to-skin all day, no problem. It's me touching your collar that's a problem. And, like, I'm not seeing anyone? And oh, well, there is like, basically no situation that I can think of for it to be okay to ask for naked hugs. Or partly naked anyway." She blushes pretty bright red at the mental image. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde covers up her face for a moment. Though it seems less embarrassment and more of a 'stupid me' gesture. "Right. Objects. Not skin. I'm sorry. I'm well-used to interacting with Rogue about this kind of thing that my mind went right there. And you're kind of... anti-Rogue when it comes to that," Kitty says. She gets a little bit of flushed cheeks too finally, though just the smallest hints of pink. "Um, maybe after we get to know each other more, who knows," Kitty says. She gives a warm laugh and a grin, the kind that might turn the moment into more of a humorous one. "I'm not sure if there's a section covering this in the guidance counselor handbook. But honestly, I'm less here as counselor and more as a friend. I mean... to me, that's what the job is. I accepted the job, because I'd be doing this anyway. Not the other way around." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods vigorously. "Yeah, sorry, train of thought go sideways, screech crash boom. Um. ANYway. Like." She sighs. "I'm not supposed to be talking about the stuff that's bugging me." "But yeah. If I did touch your collar, I would get that brain twitch, and then I would be picking up on more of your side than I want to be. unless you moved. It's kind of weird and distracting. So I quit trying to hug people." She glances at the closet door again for a couple seconds and frowns. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde gives a soft laugh and shakes her head. "It's ok. And... why aren't you supposed to be talking about things that bug you?" Kitty asks. "Or, the stuff that bugs you is stuff that someone's asked people not to go into? Like the hand grenade list?" Kitty inquires. The frown draws Kitty's attention, the young woman glancing over to the closet and back. "Everything ok?" Kitty asks, head tilting to the side. She has an open look for Erika, one that is gentle and warm. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir thinks for a bit. "Yeah, that, pretty much. I totally blame Sam, and I don't want stuff to get messed up. And it's good stuff, and I'm trying to be helpful. A good team member and all. Just, you know. I'm not up to anything bad. If you see anything weird. WeirdER." Some consideration. "Just with my history, and feeling like I'm the pest people just sort of barely tolerate, it gets under my skin sometimes." She looks over at the new costume in a corner, lightly armored grey and dark red. "Rachel gave me that. Andrea hates it and wants me to wear yellow and black stuff, like nobody wanted me to get close to until I showed up in that." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde looks over at the costume. "Go with the one you like best. I have some in my past that... ah... well, I expressed myself," Kitty says, breaking out in a soft laugh. "I'll pull out the team photo album to show you sometime." Really, was Kitty colorblind or what? Kitty reaches over to squeeze Erika's shoulder gently, not pulling her hand away. She even moves over to slip an arm about Erika's waist for a side-hug that should keep Erika's robe safely between them. "I need to get going for an appointment. But I want to talk more later, ok?" she says. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods vigorously. Mmmm. Hugs. Melty hugs. "Okay. I think I'm going to change the colors a little. Maybe I can get Rachel to make me one in yellow and black, too. I like talking to you, just, um. Don't get anybody in trouble, okay? And, uh. I don't know, I'm sure things will make sense eventually. Ask somebody about D&D classes. The old versions especially." She nods, like that was important for some reason. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' "I like talking to you too," Kitty tells Erika. She carefully slips both arms about the young woman, hugging her tightly, keeping her clothing away from Erika's skin. Kitty will be happy to hold her for a fairly long time before finally letting her go. "I'll look into it, but I can't promise anything," Kitty says of the D&D classes. "I'll look forward to talking again," Kitty will say before heading out. 
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6214/Punching bags in spaaaace

2019-01-18T13:37:22Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' The gymnasium on Mackenzie King is equipped far better than most, with all the neat toys that are hard to access on Earth. It also has the property of not actually being on Earth, which can have its advantages. Yin is here, in bodysuit with her usual black face mask with the yinyang patch over her eye, slamming a punching target around and recording impact data on the computer nearby. The strikes look like deep, casual shoves, but the target is taking quite the beating. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Having finished her duty on another station, Supergirl head headed over to Mackenzie King for a bit to see what was going on with the team. Not Alpha Flight. She still wasn't a member of that group. Instead, she was with Gamma, the trainee group. They tended to be the younger members, although that wasn't always true either. To be honest, she wasn't quite sure why they were grouped as they were. It simply was. She was walking past the gym and glanced in, giving a smile and moving inside the room. She doesn't call out a greeting, not wanting to disturb hear teammate but watching as she worked the target. 

:'''{{#var:348|Darkhawk (348)}} has posed:''' Joining Yin is Darkhawk, who, while in his Darkhawk body can't actually improve, he can't gain muscle, doesn't have to maintain it, but he's still trying to get a better handle on what the suit can do, so gymnasium training is helpful, just not in the usual sense. "Keep it up, you're doing Great Yin," he intoned through the emotionless mask. There was no facial imagery to take, but his voice, despite being computerised, at least sounded enthusiastic. But the visor, the lack of a face, the robotic figure, it certainly played into a certain image. He was just standing to the side for now, watching. When his sensors picked up the other presence, he turned to face her, "Hello Supergirl. Yin's been going to town on one of the training drones." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin flows through a series of graceful, gentle strikes that hammer the target loudly, again, then takes a step over to look over the resulting graph on the display, thoughtful. "The piercing on heng quan needs work, and it's hard to tell with a rice bag. Hello, Supergirl. Come to work on anything?" She slowly flows through a movement in place, replaying things in her mind, then faces off with the dummy again, relaxed. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' "Darkhawk. Yin." Supergirl greets each in turn then moves to find a place on a weight bench. Not to workout. She's just using it as a seat. "No, I didn't plan on working out tonight. Had a long stretch on watch duty so I'm heading home soon to get some much earned sleep." Especially since she still has classes in the morning. The joys of being a high school superhero. "I admit I don't know a lot of Earth martial arts but whatever you are doing, it looks like it would hurt. A lot." 

:'''{{#var:348|Darkhawk (348)}} has posed:''' Darkhawk listens to what Yin had to say, and just blinked. Sadly, his facial expressions were lost in this android body. "... well, it looks like it's working all right to me, Yin." With Supergirl taking a seat on the weight bench, "I don't know a lot of Earth martial arts either, unless you court martial arts films, but I'm guessing they aren't at all practical, or based on anything except what looks cool. Sometimes it's great to have a weird interdimensional android body... so I don't have to learn how to you know, fight like a normal person." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin nods. "It does, but there's always room for improvement. I only have my own skills." She hmms. "If you ever want any pointers, let me know. I guess my last student is doing some good in Gotham these days. " She stretches a bit, then does a few repetitions of the same backfist into the target. Kablam, kablam, kablam. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl tilts her head to the side as she watches. "I probably should sometime. I mean, what if I didn't have my powers or something. When I do, sure it seems like that sort of fighting wouldn't be needed, but without I'm just as vulnerable as anyone else." She glances over at Darkhawk. "You should probably learn in case you don't have the suit," she points out before looking back to Yin. "Having superpowers, hitting that wouldn't hurt. But how come it doesn't hurt you cause it looks like it should?" 

:'''{{#var:348|Darkhawk (348)}} has posed:''' Darkhawk places a hand over the jewel in his chest, "without my suit... uh, I'd probably have a normal, if highly stressful life." He did have two younger brothers to look after, given the issues with his dad, and how busy his mom was. "But I suppose you're right." Thing is, Chris was unusually protective of his identity. He hadn't actually taken the suit off in front of Gamma Flight yet, though Doctor Hudson was aware of his status. He was just a little jittery about such things, considering how much it could potentially hurt his family... or you know, how angry his mom would be if she found out. "If it's all the same, I'd prefer to learn it while in the suit," or replaced by it. It was a long story. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin flexes her hands. "Good form, lots of practice, and reinforced gloves. None of them are enough by itself. I'm usually not just punching things over and over, I'm more of a counterfighter. But I still have to work the strikes sometimes. My bone density is pretty high from the workouts. That part, you have to build up in meat form. I teach lessons out of costume too, if you ever need." She considers Darkhawk a bit, thoughtful. "Go ahead and hit the target a couple of times. Let me see what you are working with." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' "I'll think about it." She isn't going to attend as Kara, of course. That would be bad. She'd prefer to keep her alter ego secret as well. Kal had taught her that. The importance of it. The necessity of keeping things compartmentalized. If her identity were known, her family would be in danger. She couldn't let that happen. "I don't have a lot of money to be able to pay but I'll think about it," Supergirl says. Then she gives a big smile. "Yeah, show us what you've got, Darkhawk! Teach that drone a lesson!" 

:'''{{#var:348|Darkhawk (348)}} has posed:''' Darkhawk says, "You know, I heard that Sylvester Stallone's knuckles flattened out from punching beef in a refrigerator so hard and so many times." Yes, very insightful there, isn't he? Though at Yin's instruction, and with Kara's encouragement, he strode over to the target, adopted a stance that was similar to what he had seen in a martial arts movie, and hit it with his right fist. He had sloppy technique, very sloppy. But he hit it with a full two metric tons worth of force, which was actually the max the android was capable of dishing out unaugmented. Using darkforce, it was capable of so much more, but then again, the designers of the Darkhawk suit never expected its users to focus on brute strength. It was far more sophisticated. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin considers, gathering a lot of information from that exercise. "You're losing most of your force in strain on your joints, and you are leaving yourself uncovered for it. What's your usual tactics like? What do you need to be able to do from your stances?" She flows through a couple of stances, considering and trying to remember how he moves. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' "I remember that movie." Supergirl had gotten to see a lot of old and new films in recent months. She'd always liked them but a whole new world had been opened up to her thanks to Chris. As Yin gives her analysis, Supergirl stops talking and listens very closely, watching the movements curiously. 

:'''{{#var:348|Darkhawk (348)}} has posed:''' Darkhawk looks to Yin, "well, I have my claws," and he pops out Wolverine like claws from one hand, "camouflage," and he goes all Predator like. He had the benefit of not having to breathe, so if he stayed still, it was pretty darned effective even at close range. But then he moved, and there was some distortion that could be made out. He leaped up, magnetically locking his feet to the ceiling, and then he became visible again. "I have my darkforce shield," he conjured up a glowing black shield around his other arm, "super sonic flight... which I won't do here, as I'd breach the hull." He then aims his chest towards the training drone, and crushes it like a grape with a beam coming from the jewel in his chest, "concussion blasts, force field, oh," he unmagnetises his boots, flying up through the ceiling, and back down, "phasing is cool. I always forget phasing." "Plus, enhanced reflexes, speed, strength, agility, durability, uh, I think that's it." Then he speaks Kryptonian, "translator too. Does this help?" He probably misunderstood. But it does help to explain why he doesn't really focus on melee fighting. "Wing blades too." And he fires off some down at the remnants of the drone. Tapping his chin, "I know I'm missing some. This is a swiss army suit..." And then the suit's hand retracts into the forearm, being replaced with a multitool "woah," he sounded genuinely startled. "It's never done that before." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin hmms. "I remember the chest thing. You want to stay squared off, then. Vertical fist is easy to start with, and it should keep the claws in line to pierce with. Square up, elbows down against your side, hands up in front of your chest like you are talking, then just step forward and point straight forward and look down your finger. Then do it without extending your finger, fast, and bring it right back." She steps in front of the dummy and slowly extends a hand straight out to point accusingly at it, then steps in with a fast punch that slams the dummy fairly hard. "What's the Swiss army hand, then?" 

:'''{{#var:348|Darkhawk (348)}} has posed:''' Answering about the swiss army hand, "a screwdriver right now," and then it became a blowtorch, a sword, an Allen key, a wrench, cycling through a variety of things he thought of, and then back to his hand. He played with the fingers, getting 'feeling' back in them again. It was a weird experience. "Weird," was all he said. Moving on, he tried to repeat what Yin had suggested, doing what he could against the replacement training drone, and as he does it, he shouts something that sounded like a mixture of a war cry and a grunt, the sort of things you'd hear in a martial arts film. Evidentially, he thought it might help. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' "The shouting is to tighten the diafraghm and abdominal muscles. You aren't breathing, so there's no point. Next one, try to push through the dummy and see where you wobble first. A lot of this is learning how your body works from the inside." Yin looks over at Supergirl. "You might have a harder time finding things to push, but the same ideas apply as far as making sure you don't get knocked down or go sliding. Neither of you probably care to put in the work to be a master of this, but there's a lot of low hanging fruit to work with to make things more precise and not leave any openings if you mix it up with somebody else who can throw oil tankers around." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' "Most people who can haven't bothered to learn either," Supergirl notes, giving a bit of a shrug. "So that's a very good point. It will give an advantage. I mean, I know some things from Krypton. They are like Earth martial arts but different." Another shrug. "Though I can do it, I tend to not use it. It's nice to have it as a secret should it become needed someday." 

:'''{{#var:348|Darkhawk (348)}} has posed:''' "I'm not sure there what's inside? Lugnuts, nylon fibre, optical cables, maybe Jimmy Hoffa's remains?" Darkhawk said. Deciding to explain. "This thing isn't a suit. It's like an android or something. My mind is in control of it, but my body is elsewhere, like, another dimension or something. Nothing's ever managed to interfere with the connection. I wish my WiFi were as good." To Supergirl, he nodded, "sounds like a great idea. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin nods. "I kind of got that. There's no.. you, there. Your joints aren't set up exactly how I would have expected. It's close, but for example, when you see Iron Man move, you can see the doubled layer of joints working if you know how to look for it. And Supergirl's ch'i runs different than the other people around. I'd know her anywhere. I'm happy to teach you some basics; it's a shame I can't learn alien technology, but what can you do." "I don't think you would need anything advanced, just five or six movements that don't open you up to any big surprises. And people that throw oil tankers might have not learned much, but that doesn't stop them from getting lucky and finding themselves behind you holding your elbow, or something." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl hops up off the weight bench, automatically smoothing her skirt as she does so. "I probably better get going. School tomorrow. Thanks for the advice and I will think about it, Yin," she says with another bright smile. A glance to the android that once was Chris. "I'll see you soon." Tomorrow. In class. Not something she'll mention outloud though. His secret is safe with her. 
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6075/Pied Piper: Souvenirs and Flowers

2018-12-30T08:45:43Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is sitting in the recroom. He has a laptop on his knees going over a few files on it. Lila cheney's music can be heard slightly from his headphones. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' There is a flash of light as a stepping disc appears, lowering to reveal Illyana. She's dressed in a light leather jacket that matches her black boots, jeans and a red sweater. The disc appears to leave her behind. She immediately takes off her coat, laying it over the arm of a chair and flopping down in the seat. "I found..." She stops talking when she realizes he has headphones on and just settles in to ponder the events of the evening. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir roams in quietly, a bit of a frown on her face. Black jeggings and converse, black Paramore T-shirt (tight, not that it helps much), black and yellow plaid flannel shirt worn open, excessive eyeliner and mascara, and her black shoulder bag. Black leather gloves. She pauses in the door and waves quietly with a soft, sad "hey." for a greeting, then starts searching the room for lost items and oddments that people might have discarded or forgotten. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie 's headphones are removed as he sees the flash of light. "Hey Lil" He says to her in greeting. He will look over at seeing Erika, and smiles "Hey there is the person we have been looking for. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' As Erika enters, Illyana is watching her curiously. She does give a smile to Sam at his greeting but then the words sink in and she's suddenly upright in her seat. "This is her?" Then she looks to Erika. "You're Erika?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir blinks. "Wait, you're looking for *me*?" She glances around a moment, hoping it isn't for anything bad, then nods. "Yeah, that's me. Miss dragged off to isolation and embarrassing search every time we have an exam herself." Because yeah, she just had one not that long ago and she's still kind of put out by midterms. She straightens up and offers a gloved hand. "So what's up?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie motions tot he couch, and says "Please have a seat, I believe we have some good news for you. We have found a way to wake the sleepers, but it is a one at a time thing, and not something we can do on a mass level sadly. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' Illyana takes the gloved hand, giving it a firm handshake then releasing. "Illyana Rasputin. Sam had a theory on the sleepers and we tested it recently. I can break the spell on sleepers. It is...an unorthodox method but it can be done. I understand your mother is afflicted?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods vigorously, suddenly at high attention. "Yeah! I haven't heard about anything I can follow up on yet. I mean, there's that one girl that I don't know how I would even find, and like, I have nothing to offer, so yeah. She's at the hospital in Bludhaven now." She looks around and sits, even though she's in very much a stand up and race around mood now. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods and says "Well pretty sure, our method will work, but will warn you up front it looks rather extreme, so we will need to make sure none else are in the room while we do it. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' "You might want to be out of the room yourself," Illyana warns. "It worked for several of the victims in Genosha so it should work for her as well. We can go tonight if you would like. I just need an idea of where the hospital is and I can get us there." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "O...kay, sure. I have everything I need. What's it DOING? I tried tracing it and she was just... gone. I couldn't figure out what was going on. Is there a catch? Should I be checking anything for you?" She bites her lip and stands again, checking her bad and her phone quickly. "Do I need to bring anything special along?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie shakes his head, and says "We have figured out is some type of magic, but we do not know alot more yet, and if you can tell us which hospital, I believe we can go there now." He says looking to Illy for confirmation 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' Illyana climbs to her feet, giving a nod. "I can have us there but I will warn you that the trip won't be a lot of fun." She glances to Sam then back to Erika. "I don't think we need anything other than the address of the hospital. I can take it from there. Now, when I teleport us, we will be going through a place that is...frightening. Just stay next to me and we'll be gone from there a moment later." Nothing like a brief visit to hell. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs, "She's at Mercy Hospital, in SunnydAle. I can get the address, if you need. 1042-D. We just have to be careful because it's late. I have a stake with me, but you know. Just in case." She digs around a bit in her bag, and pulls out a wrapped wooden stake. "Scary. Right. I can stay close!" She nodsnods agreeably. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and says "The stake won't help out much, I know it helps you fight right. What we will see there is not something we should have to fight tonight, just stay near Illyana and you should be fine. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' Wooden stake? That confuses Illyana for a moment but she shrugs. The jacket is left behind as she steps over next to Erika. A disc of light appears around their feet then begins moving upwards. As it goes over their heads, they find themselves standing in a fiery realm filled with heat. There are even some demons nearby who look over at their arrival, a wide range of sizes and colors. A second disc of light appears above their heads, this time teleporting them away from the hellish realm of Limbo. They appear in a hospital room. The exact room that holds Erika's mother. The door to the room is closed and there are no nurses in sight to see their arrival. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir, deadpan, "It wasn't for fighting things on the way THERE. It's after sundown." She rolls her eyes just a little bit. The hospital room is pretty dull. After all, nothing exciting has been happening with any of the Blacksleep cases. Erika's mother is peacefully asleep in a hospital bed. "..Mom." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms and looks around as they are appearing looking to see if anyone else is there. The tall man will step to the door, seeing who is around and if there is going to ahve issues 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' Having not been to Bludhaven before, Illyana doesn't know the significance of nightfall and stakes. If she didn't know better, she'd think Erika was worried about vampires. Or was she? After all, Illyana was raised in a demon realm so were vampires such a stretch? Looking at Erika's mother, she glanced to Sam and gave him a brief nod. "Erika, do you want to leave the room? Because I'm going to have to use this..." A thought and the blazing white Soulsword appears in her hand. "On your mother to break the spell. It won't harm her. But it will look like I'm going to kill her. It might be easier on you to be outside or looking away. Sam can help shield you." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir takes a deep breath. "..Okay. Maybe I can score some scrubs or something." She backs away toward the door awkwardly, then frowns. "You know what? I can deal with this." She frowns and stands next to Sam, uncomfortably. "I'm not completely useless." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks t her, and says "Ok, well going to warn you up front. She will be stabbing your mother with that sword, but it does not harm the living it will only harm the magic holding her entranced 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' Illyana gives them both a glance, concerned this will be harder than it sounds for the younger woman. When Erika opts to stay, she gives her a brief nod them moves to the side of the bed. She raises the sword up directly above Erika's mother then pauses. There is a moment then she plunges the sword into the woman's chest, sinking in several inches. There is no sound, no blood, no wound. For those that can sense magic, there is a ripple as the spell on the woman is broken. Illyana withdraws the sword and steps back. A few seconds later, Erika's mother will wake up. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir cringes, but doesn't budge. She's been warned. And, well, she's not completely untouched by craziness. She takes a deep breath, then lets it out, waiting. Then her mother budges. "Mom!" She fidgets in place, not wanting to mess up any other stuff Illyana has in store. She doesn't say anything, either, also to not mess anything up. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will make sure he is ready to interpose himself between the woman and her mother for a moment. He will step aside as she seems to be ok. Watching both of them for a bit. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' The Soulsword disappears. Illyana moves away from the bed, leaving room for Erika to reunite with her mother if she likes. "The sensors they have on her will pick up the brain waves in a moment. Nurses should be coming. I doubt they will even care that you are still here, if you wish to stay. But we should go before they arrive. If she is like the others, she won't have any information she can share but she's safe for now." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir blinks repeatedly. "Thank you. But.." She frowns and slumps. "I'm going to have to go back. Otherwise I won't get ANY sleep until I go back to the school after sun-up. I have a special bed there." She goes over and hugs her mother, who is obviously confused and groggy. "Mom? It's me. I'll see you soon. I found help, okay? Call me if anything else happens? I have to go back to school now." She looks torn. "I'll call Dad as soon as I get back." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and says "Do you want me to stay here till your dad gets here? would it help reasure you? 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' "It's up to you, Erika. I know that she probably will fall asleep again soon but it will be a normal sleep from now on," Illyana offers as she glances toward the door. No sound of anyone coming yet. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir makes a bit of a face. "Well.. yeah, if I didn't think YOU might turn into the story. We should probably just bail before somebody starts asking questions about how we got in here and stuff, right? I mean, unless you do this kind of thing a lot already. Then it'd be cool." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "I can stay if it makes you more comfortable, but we can go as well Which ever you prefer. I want you to be sure ya mom is safe" 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' "Sneaking in and out of places then having to explain it later? We're old pros at that," Illyana says with a bit of a smile. "We'll stay with you until you are ready then I'll take us all home." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods, thumbs up. "Let's bail before the nurses get here. I don't think they would understand." She steps next to Sam. "Ready to go, beam us up or whatever!" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods and steps closer to the two so the stepping disk will be able to get them al with ease. "Probably best, we are not ready to g public with how it is working till we can find out how to make it avaliable to more 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' "Very well." Illyana takes her spot between the two of them. With a thought, the stepping disc has passed over them, leaving the room with only Erika's mother --just as the door opens and allows the nurses to rush in to check her. She is found to be fine and soon, she will drift off to a true sleep, one that she will wake from in a few hours feeling more refreshed. The trio appear in Limbo then teleported back to the Rec Room of the school. "I intend to try and find the Sorcerer Supreme of this realm. See if they can help me find a way to track the spell causing the sleep. We'll find the answer." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "I've met him before, I have his address." She frowns a little. "I asked him for help when Emma was being controlled. Unless he moved or something." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over a brow raised a bit at this and says "We d need to have a chat, and get you to fill us in on what kinds of things you have ben through. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' "Well, that would simplify my life to have his address. Otherwise the whole sending out a magic ping in the hopes he picks up on it," Illyana says. She flops back into the chair she had vacated earlier as she considers. "In Limbo, I'd be able to do so much more. Here, I'm limited so I hope he can help." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Well, I have it in my room. I keep a lot of notes on stuff, and that was kind of sort of a big deal, you know? I went there on the bus." She hmms. "It should be in.. yeah, I know right what file I would have put it in. And yeah, I do lots of stuff." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "I would like to know what you have encountered and done, I heard you mention Vampires the other night and you seem worried about their being quite a few of them. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs.. "Yeah, Sunnydale has a huge vampire problem. Me and a couple other kids got in trouble for fighting them, and I staked one of them with a sharp pencil and turned it into an ash cloud. Brr. I still have nightmares." 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     A blur blasts its way into the rec room and circles the room, stopping at the soda machine to reveal Kaydin. HE had to stop while his soda was being filled and it is obvious the teenager doesnt approve of the waiting. Still it is his soda and once full he puts a top on it and a straw and begins drinking. He finally turns around and smiles when he sees people. "Hey the room is popular again." 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' "Vampires you say?" Illyana considers that a moment, making a mental note to go visiting Bludhaven sometime. Research of course. As the blur comes into the room, she tenses and sits up in her chair only to relax when Kaydin makes himself visible by stopping. "Seems to be." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Yeah. There's a super there who hunts them. She gave me one of her stakes. I know her family, but I haven't heard from her lately. Hey Kay, what's up? We're saving the world-ish." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Ah need to set up a time to do this as a group, but now would be a good time. He looks to the two, and says Ah am Sam Gunthrie, and this is Illyana Rasputin, we were both students here in the past, and have come back to try to help the current students in what ever way we can. If you have any questions you don't fel like you can go to others with we want to be there to help out." 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     "I have a couple of questions...Do I got to kiss andrea's butt if I joined the new mutants? Would I even qualify as I am a metahuman and not a mutant per say?" He asks as he blurs to a pool table and begins to set it up. "No offense but Andrea seems to be the type of person who can do no wrong and I grew up with kids like her." He says as he gets a pool cue and begins to set up the rack of balls. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' "No one has to kiss anyone else's anything," Illyana says a little too sharply. She frowns a bit then shakes her head before glancing to Sam as she speaks again. "She may be the leader of the team or not. Being new, obviously I don't know how it all stands. However, there is always someone that has to be the leader. Someone to make the tough calls when the time comes. When I was a New Mutant it was him." She nods her head in Sam's direction. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, I don't know if Andrea is great at leadering." Erika Kristasdottir shrugs a bit. "She's great at talking to everybody else and making people listen, but like.. Just because you're the bard and you have lots of charisma doesn't mean you're any good at stuff like tactics and things." 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     "I dont care who is leader. Being a leader means you are responsible for everyone. Being a leader means making the decisions no one else wants to. My Grandpa taught me that back when he was alive. He also taught me to do what I feel is right. That nothing else matters." Kaydin says as he takes the Cue ball and positions it and begins to look at the ball and where it will hit the other balls. "So who is new mutant leader?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to Illy, snf dsyd "Well, Dani, and Ah, and before that Xhan was leader." He will look to the two, and says "Well, I need to get to know each of you and what your capable of before I say who I think it should be, and to be honest, even if I say who it is, really is up to who ya'll listen to. Right now, only one Ah have a thought on that is Ah don't see Evan as being it. " He will move to stand near the pool table. "I have met Andrea, and she and I have butted heads a bit seems she is not happy being compared to a friend of ours. As for Metahuman, we had an alien on our team if that tells you anything. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' There is a moment as Illyana tilts her head, as though she is listening to something that the others don't hear. "Dani as well of course," she agrees in a distracted manner. She rises to her feet, picking up her jacket. "If you all will excuse me, there is a problem I need to deal with." She flicks her gaze to Sam. "Back home." Letting him know she means in Limbo. "If you will excuse me." A stepping disc appears below her feet and rises upward, her body disappearing from view as it passes. Then she's simply gone. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir shrugs, "Honestly, I don't think it's a thing anymore. Like maybe it's in the books somewhere? But I haven't seen anything come out of it except for Andrea wandering around being sad and confused. Like, I hope she gets something sorted, but I don't think she's running anything, and I haven't seen anything." 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     "I dont know if I am leadership material. Think too much with my heart, not enough with my head." Kaydin says as he positions the cue and hits the cue ball and watches it smack into the other balls. sending them everywhere. "I will follow whoever is leading. Last thing a team needs is infighting and all." He says as he watches Illyana and then looks to Erika. "So are you joining the team Erika?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over to illyana, and says "If ya need me you know where Ah am." He looks back to the two, and says "Well Ah do believe that being part of a family in your class can be rather important. Ah, consider all of the people who were part of my class as brothers and sisters. Ah curious who is interested, and your past experiences. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir uhs. "Maybe? I dunno. I mean, everybody just sort of treats me like the annoying little kid so far. I really need cooler souvenirs if I'm going to do any cool stuff. I don't have anything like a costume or whatever. There's got to be a better way to use stuff than shoving it down my shirt." She frowns. "I've been working out every day so I don't get tired doing whatever crazy stuff they tell me to do, too. And I'm a gamer, so like.. yeah." 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     Kaydin nods to Sam and he continues playing pool. "Alright boss. In the mean time me and Erika will train and see if we can do some heroing." He says as smiles. "Anyone hungry? I know a good chinese resturant in gotham." He says as he rubs his stomach. "They are quick and have pretty good sized togo boxes." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to Erika, and says "Well, there will be some combat training, teaching you to fight without any souvenirs as well. It is good to be prepared for if something happens and your powers are not working correctly also. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir sighs, "See, and everybody says that, and like - I get that? But everybody acts like I need to train for years and years to become Batman. Maybe I don't want to be Batman when I grow up, you know? But if you hand me a freaking batarang, I can be Batman if I need. Or whatever. Nobody ever goes to Andrea and makes her smell floors when she's person shaped just in case she can't turn furry someday." 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     "I believe in you Erika. If you can go without training you are a better person then me...took me years to learn basic self defense from my brother." Kaydin says as he finishes playing pool and reaches into his wallet and pulls out a couple fives. "Alright have enough for chinese." He says as he pulls his phone out. "I would like to place an order...3 broccoli beef to go boxes and one fried rice to go box." He says as he looks to the other two. "Anything you guys want? My treat." He says with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "A few eggs rols, and some crab ragoons works for me thanks." He looks over to Erika, and says "There is a difference there. Your talking about asking her to use an ability that not all have when she has it. I aint saying train you to be Batman, or Wolverine. I am talking more proficiency not expertece. Think of it as maybe more brown belt status." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Right, so I have been hammering on heavy bags and running and stretching and doing knuckle pushups and stuff. I'm not being a total slacker here. Just, like, I have a cool ability and the first thing anybody does is say 'Hey, neat, you should go to school for twenty years so you can copy your own ability instead', and like, it gets kind of lame. I'd rather be doing tactics and stuff that's not as easy to wear. And like, kung pao pork is cool if they have it. Something pork and spicy and vegetabley." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will look at her, and says "If your interested in tatics, we will work on that as well. Hand to hand combat is something most work on here. Even my friends who were totally mental powers. You will get a lot of training if your willing to work with it. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Well, I have been. And I want to learn tactics and leadership, not, you know, every single contingency skill possible to a high level instead of just giving me a couple of wristbands for a rainy day in case I need it. If I need to know how to read Hebrew for some reason, I'll dig in my bag for a bead to hang on a necklace, I don't need to spend two years in a language class for that, because probably I won't ever need to know Hebrew. But I'll probably need the two years of class time!" "There's lots of stuff I want to know, and I'm TRAINING on those things, but if it hits the fan I want my teacher's skills to work with because yeah, I already learned how to throw and take a punch, I'm not bad, but I'm no Laura. If it gets really, really bad, I might need to BE Laura for a bit. Like, I'm schoolyard brawl good at fighting, but I'm not dodge a golf club and stab someone through the heart with a pencil good, and I had something on me that was, and that's why I'm not dead now. I feel like I can't get people to understand that." She sighs a lot and looks down at the floor. "Anyway, I'm SO ready to start doing stuff." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Well, I hope you understand, I think I understand. I am wanting you to prepare, and the combat skills i will want you to have will be the same I want all to have." He says "Not sure, I have a lot of skills you would need personally. But you let me know what your wanting to study and we will work on it. Also am curious will your items allow you to mimic powers or abilities from animals and such? 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir hmms, "I haven't checked. I don't get extra organs or anything, and I had to do a lot of stretching so I wouldn't strain myself doing some of the stuff I've picked up. But like, I haven't tried to figure out if I can sniff things out from a collar or anything.. I should probably try? There's a little bit of adjusting if I, you know. Tap a souvenir for something really physical from a boy or somebody really tall or whatever. I don't know if anything a cat knew about acrobatics would carry over." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit to this and says "See this will be something we can work on checking. How long does an item need to be in someones possession, and is it one skill you gain or more, and how much of their skills do you get. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir says, "I get whatever they were doing while they had the thing. So like, the head cook wears an apron every time they cook, and then they hang it up on the door. So if I walk in the kitchen and it's hanging there, I can cook, because that's what they were doing. But I don't get much else, because they didn't, you know, juggle or anything. If somebody grabs a dart and throws it, and I read the dart, I can throw the dart." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit to this and says "Well, I believe we may start with some tests if your ok with itmonday, maybe get a bit better read on your powers. Needs to be skin to item contact? 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Yeah, for me to read it, and then I connect to it whether I want or no. That's why I wear Rogue style gloves and sleep on a bed of grass. I'm around all the time, just let me know. I can't really get out much." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "I need to go, have to get to work, will talk to you soon. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir thumbsups. "Awesome. I'll talk to you soon! I've got to crash so I can get my morning workout routine in in the morning." 
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5964/Miscellaneous Kitchen Raid

2018-12-10T08:03:05Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is down in the kitchen late tonight. He has gathered stuff and standing att he bar he is making a sandwich. He seems to act like he belongs here at least. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir slips into the kitchen, bangs half covering her eyes, in a long sleeved Paramore band shirt, blackjack games, and black Converse shoes. She wears black leather gloves, which she quickly replaces with disposable plastic ones, before going to the closet to retrieve the apron hanging inside the door. She waves, then holds the apron up over her head dramatically. "Hiya! I don't think we've met. Wait, just a sec, got to get my chef on." She holds up one finger to wait, then gives a thumbs up before dropping the apron over her head. Her eyes rolled back a bit, as she twitches, makes a small choked squeaking noise, and shakes a bit for a few seconds. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises a bit at the finger and the shaking. He will offer a hand in greeting after whipping it clean of any debris on a paper towel. "Hi, Ah'm Sam, been away for a bit just got back in yesterday, a pleasure to meet you miss? He will pause for her to tell him her name. "Seems Ah have got a lot of new folks to meet. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir opens her eyes, looking around with slight disorientation that passes almost immediately. She waggled her fingers, gesturing at the food safety gloves. "Don't want to have to change these yet, sorry. I'm Erika." She gestures at the apron, vaguely. "At the moment, I'm a chef. Any requests?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmmms and says "I think I am good, just made a sandwich, and was going to scan the pantry for some type of chips, that don't have someone's name on them. " He hmm, and says "Advanced skills, but you have to log into them one or a couple at a time?" He ask guessing her power from her behavior. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods, opening the refrigerator and scanning the ingredients there. "Yeah, I'm a psychometrist. I'm copying from the head cook off of his apron. If you see any useful souvenirs with interesting skills on them, let me know. I keep a collection, for rainy days." She considers the ingredients present, then starts pulling out leftover rice, vegetables, and an egg, setting everything in one of the metal bowls on the prep table. She grabs a wok, a kitchen knife, a cutting board, and a small bowl. "How about you?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Thermo Kinetic blasting field." He will grins "Ah fly really fast, and pretty much invulnerable when I am flying. Ah would offer to show ya but makes a bit of raqette to be using it late in the evening, and better in straight bursts." He will hmmms and says "Will keep the objects in mind, take if I find one should not make skin contact with it so not to mess up the vibe?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir shrugs a bit, "It doesn't really matter if you touch it, I pick up a mish-mash. just don't, you know, wear it doing something really embarrassing, or I'm going to look at you really funny when I pick up the abstract." She breaks the egg into the wok and stirs it up, then lets it fry for a minute while quickly peeling a carrot. She puts it down and chops it quickly, then transfers the egg to the bowl and starts the carrot frying. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms and nods his head a bit to that and says "Good to know, most of the things Ah would be embarrassed of I am sure there are some of the folks around here willing to tell you, and if not would probably at least put you in touch with someone who would tell ya. He will find him some chips and get a drink, moving to a spot at he bar to eat out of her way. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir chops up some mushrooms and tosses those in, stirring it up a bit, then adds sesame oil and soy sauce, then the leftover rice. "I don't suppose you know about that sleeping sickness thing? Nobody knows anything about it yet." She frowns, stirring. "My mom has it. I mean, if you don't, that's okay. Total long shot." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms and shakes his head, and says "Nope sorry just got back into town. Sleeping to much or not enough?" He will ask for details on the sleeping sickness. He does seem to e asking in a desire to help. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir frowns and stirs the egg back in, frying the rice a bit more. "People fall asleep. Then they're just... gone. They're still breathing, but that's it. They don't wake up again. I don't know who to ask for help." The fried rice gets poured onto a plate, then she gathers up all the tools and takes them to the sink to start washing them. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmmms and says "Any of the local Telepaths around that would be my first choice, but if the can't figure anything out I have a friend who might be able to take a look and see if she can tell anything. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Yeah, that's what I'm thinking, just.. Things have been totally cray-cray, okay? Up until not long ago they were all, like... whammied by Sauron or something, I like, am trying real hard to not find anything out until I know it's all okay." She puts the dishes up to dry, then brings the plate over to eat, switching back to the leather gloves first. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms and says "Sauron, yea, probably best to find a Telepath. Is the Professor around he would be my first choice of course after that, well I think it really comes down to who is about. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Yeah. Well, I'll try? Anyway, I try to check, but I can only really visit home in the middle of the day, and like.. I have class and stuff." She munches on the rice a bit more. "I only have the one stake, and I don't want to have to use it if I don't have to." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie 's brows a bit and asks "Stake?" He thinks he has missed something while eating his food, and will wait to see if she clarifies. Daytime, stake? Are there Vampires somehow involved? 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods and munches more. "Yeah, home has a huge vampire problem. I mean, I knew there was *A* problem, but then I had to stab somebody in the heart with a number two pencil because she was trying to rip my throat out with her teeth, and she turned into a cloud of ashes. That burned up that souvenir." "Then I met a vampire hunter and she gave me a stake she practiced with, but just the one. I don't know how to find her for replacements. But that's just, you know. NORMAL." She munches the last of the food and goes to clean up. 
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5899/Pied Piper: Pillow Talk

2018-12-02T02:48:36Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Sunnydale, in the afternoon. The sun hangs high, still, shining down on an ordinary two story suburban house. Inside, Erika Kristasdottir is led up the stairs to the bedroom by her father, whose nervousness is obvious. "Look, I tried waking her up all yesterday, but she just.. wouldn't wake up! Then it got late, and you know about night, so I called you first thing. I couldn't think of anything else to do! I don't want the police poking around the house, and nobody else knew anything." Erika Kristasdottir bites her lip a bit. "Yeah, dad. I get it. Thanks for calling. I'll see what I can find, mmkay? So like.. I need you to take my phone and film me. I forget stuff when I'm reading things, so I need it to tickle my memory so I can tell people." She opens the door and walks in, looking at her mother worriedly. After a few seconds, she considers, pulling the bottom of the sheets up and pulling one of her mother's socks off, knowing she wears them to bed to keep her feet warm. "Hmmm. Just in case, I probably shouldn't start with anything -live-..." She bites her lip, a bit out of her element with the unfamiliar situation, before suddenly cramming the sock down her shirt, head jerking with a gasp as her eyes flutter. Contact. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     The sock is grasped, and Erika would instantly be given the recall of her mother's memories, memories that seem entirely normal, mundane and basically human. The woman did nothing out of the ordinary before she went to sleep. As Erika would try and focus more, trying to reach more and more recent memories there would be a faint impossibly short dream begin and then instantly shut off.     Erika may or may not have seen dreams in the memories of people she has accessed before, but it was there, this time, albiet briefly. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir sits quietly for a few seconds. "Okay. There was a dream.. and it stopped suddenly. Then it's blank." She frowns, then pulls the sock out. "Okay, that's kind of a dead end." She considers the bed for a few seconds, then goes to sit on the other side of the bed, considering the pillow. After a few seconds, she looks at her dad and the cameraphone and says, "Okay, dad? I'm going in. If I go quiet, give me, I dunno, like.. five minutes? Then pull me off the bed. 'Kay?" With that, she carefully removes one of her gloves, and rests her hand on her mother's pillow, giving a ragged gasp and twitch as she connects in. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Erika's mind would be bombarded with the emotions, the fears and the suffocating horror of - nothing. Erika's mother is not experiencing anything. There's no pain, no joy, no suffering.     Nothing.     It's almost as if her mother's body was a husk with no soul or anything left. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir gasps and whimpers a bit. "There's... nothing.. there..." She tilts slightly, face slowly going blank as she searches for.. something. "I.. don't..." Then she's quiet. Searching... Slowly, she falls over, hand falling off the pillow. She gasps suddenly, jerking up and hastily pulling her glove back on. "That.. was.. weird. I don't know what to do, dad.. but maybe I can find someone who will. I'm going to make some calls, see if I can get her a bed so she'll be okay while we figure out what to do now, okay?" 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     There wasn't death, Erika's mother is still very much alive, but she's trapped in her sleep. The memories were not harmed, just missing. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir inhales, closes her eyes, exhales. Takes notes before they fade to the video. "Everything is absence. Void. Mind contains no data. Body is still running. Not like sleep. No personality markers. No 'her' in her. There's.. Nothing nothing. UGH! It's fading. Okay, you can turn the video off now, I have everything I'm going to be able to get for now." She frowns. "I wish I had more, dad. I'll see if I can find someone else that can look into this, okay?" She rises and pulls her father into a hug. "I've got to get back before it gets dark. I'll talk to you soon, okay?" 
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5240/Astral Flux: Erika seeks out Strange

2018-11-24T00:03:26Z

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|Location=Unknown
|Synopsis=Erika seeks out Doctor Strange, to warn him of what she saw.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir has been stumbling into increasingly alarming knowledge about certain events on the Astral Plane, and now? She has been warned not to prepare. Which runs ice through her veins and flies in the face of all her instincts. So she hit the library, and started reading books. Books won't make her more of a target, right? Right? And the first few were almost useless, then she found stranger and stranger works in the Xavier's library which, after all, would have no shortage of information about Astral matters. Because Erika is proactive with these things. And social. And then on a whim, she took her gloves off and actually touched the book. Yeah, she lives dangerously. And then she checked the book out, and started carrying it and reading it and taking buses and things. And now she is completely lost, standing in front of a building she doesn't recognize at all, guided by somebody else's memories, holding a book she maybe shouldn't have been reading, a bit frightened by the idea of not doing anything to help. She cautiously knocks on the door... 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Bleeker Street, Greenwich village, standing in front of the building with the address 177a, Erika might be filled with an odd sense of unease as the door takes quite a while to open. After an uncomfortably long wait, the door whooshes open and there's a tall man with a goatee peeking out from around the door and he quickly motions and summons Erika to come inside. "Quickly, quickly, come in, events are in motion and things are afoot, we must hurry." Stephen says as he ushers Erika inwards towards the incredible musuem like foyer of the sanctum sanctorum.     "I am Doctor Strange." The wizard says as he shuts the door and turns back to Erika and slams his fists together before rolling his wrists and his palms are pressed together before he closes his fingers, with just the tips touching for a moment and then he pulls his hands apart to his sides. The center of the room collapses in on it self, the floating pan-flute in the middle disappears and the tiles on the floor and the walls all move inwardly towards themselves, the room shrinking in size to a less... impossible size. "How can I help you?" Strange asks Erika as if what he just did was completely normal. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir swallows, looking around at the changes. Okay. "Okay. I'll just put it out there. I'm a psychometrist. So I guess I am really psychically sensitive, but... Not the same way that my teachers are. A few nights ago, everybody had nightmares, but guess I had a nightmarier nightmare than everybody else, because I remember parts that nobody else got. And then my teacher was acting weird, so I tried to investigate. I took a video of it. When my teachers saw, they told me not to do anything to get ready, because they are telepaths and they don't want me to be a bigger target. But I feel like I am already really vulnerable." She bites her lip." I want to help, and I want to make myself safer, and I feel like doing nothing isn't making me safe, but they probably had a reason to say what they did. I'm hoping that there's something useful I can do. " 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Stephen listens to Erika's stories and his gloved hand moves to his chin as he ponders her words and his grey eyes dance to the middle of the room, seemingly looking at nothing, but with a creepy certainty and solidness that he's actually looking at something. Strange turns to look at Erika and there's a second, more jarring whooshing sound, acompanied by Erika's surroundings changing completely. She and the wizard are now in a circular room, lined with books, on enormous shelves covering the entire perimeter and even hanging from the domelike ceiling, but not falling off the shelves onto them... unnaturally. There's two large wingback chairs that sit near the fireplace that is simultaneiously, in the opposite wall, and in the middle of the room.     Strange stands next to one of the chairs, but his eyes are towards a shelf when he asks, "Tell me everything you can recall about this nightmare, Psychometrist." Because she didn't give him her name, that's what he calls her. For now. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "My name is Erika, or I go by Souvenir if I don't want people to know who I am. I was asleep. When my powers are working, I can't sleep, and telepaths read as things to my brain. So suddenly there was a woman in my mind. I don't recognize her. Maybe I would recognize one of her things, I don't know. She was in a battle, and she was brave and determined. But she realized she was about to lose." She takes a moment to recall and collect her thoughts, suddenly wishing she had some water or ginger ale or something to sip for the moment. "So she told everyone what was happening, as a warning. Then whatever she was fighting swallowed her, and she was gone." "One of my teachers had been acting weird for days before that. She never smoked, and suddenly she was chain smoking constantly. I wasn't sure if it was her, because I didn't see her that day, so I gathered up some of her cigarette butts, and I read them." She pulls out her phone. "Something was trying to break into her mind. Dark, spiky.." She wiggles her fingers. "Tentacles? I don't remember, it's dreamlike. I just have the video to go by. The memories talked about a man who was watching her. The smoke helped for some reason." She offers the phone over. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     "Dark, spiky and with tentacles..." Stephen says whispering to himself and he turns his body to face away from the chair he was leaning against, his hand reaching out towards the bookshelves and a single tome unsettles itself and floats gently to his hand. It's a fairly new looking book and maybe Erika might recognize the book's title...     /Dungeons and Dragons, Monster Manual/     Strange starts flipping through the newish pages of the book and he stops on one, "An Aboleth." He says to himself, looking back to Erika and turning the page around to show Erika the illustration on the page. "Does this resemble anything you saw in your dream?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir shrugs helplessly. "I'm sorry, sir. Most of the memories go away when I stop touching whatever it is. I don't know what I saw any more than what I say on the video." She frowns. "I just know that I feel like we are all in danger, and I feel like I am going to be a target when things start happening, but anything I know how to do or study is going to make me even more at risk. But I don't know what you do at all, so maybe you have something, or maybe if I tell you this, you can make it so the bad things won't happen." She looks down and to the side, feeling a bit helpless, afraid, and frustrated at her inability to deal with things in any way that makes sense to her. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Stephen shuts the book with one hand, setting it down on the small end table next to his chair and he steps closer towards Erika and nodding curtly, and decisively, "I will help you Erika. I have several matters that need my attention, I will do what I can to help you, and I will keep a vigilant eye out for these prophecies you speak of. May I ask who your teachers are so that I might speak with them and see if I can gleam any more such information from them?" The doctor asks. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "I go to school at Xavier's." She seems a little bit awkward, because there are vague requests for secrecy involved, but she doesn't know how much those apply in this situation. She pulls out a notecard with her number and email penned onto it. "This is my phone number and my email, if you need to get a hold of me. Or.. I don't know how you would get a hold of me otherwise, but you probably have a way. If I can help with anything, let me know." 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     "I assume it wasn't Charles who told you that directly, I do not think that sounds like the Professor, I always thought he strifed to empower his students. Who was it exactly?" Stephen inquires further, sounding like he knows a thing or two about the Xavier institue, but keeping it vague enough that he very well could be wrong about Charles.     Stephen takes the offered card and looks at it before moving his hand casually and placing the card on top of the book he had placed there mere moments ago. "Any information you remember or come across would help me greatly in this as well." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs.. "..Jean. I guess I am going to need to ask the Professor directly, but I don't know what Jean was thinking. She knows a lot more about this than I do. Maybe she saw something Charles didn't. And.. I'll let you know if I find anything else. Uh. If I can find you. I don't think I can find where I am again very easy? I didn't think this through very well." 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Stephen nods slowly to Erika, "Jean you say." The wizard, lifting his hand to his chin and stroking it once again noding and recalling the video shown to him by Erika moments ago, "I'm certain Jean had her reasons for asking you to stand aside, but for you to not be able to defend yourself. That's something I do not agree with." The wizard says, cracking his knuckles and turning around, the two of them suddenly back in the foyer once more, next to the front door as he steps towards it and opens the thing, allowing Erika access to the outside world once more. "I am easy enough to find and you're in Manhatten, Greenwich exactly, this is my home, 177a Bleeker street, and you're welcome to come by if you ever have need or require sanctuary." Stephen says, sounding in a rush to get to work. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods respectfully. "Thank you, sir. I hope I was helpful." She smiles a bit. "I'm going to go check on my family before it gets even close to dark. It's a lot of bus changes." She slips out the door and waves, then looks around to try to figure out where to go now. Hmm. 
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5807/Coffee and flying mammals

2018-11-18T06:37:36Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' It was late, but not so late that everyone had retired back to their homes for the evening in preparation for the new day. Several students were still at the coffee shop cramming, while others were just relaxing before the holiday vacations that were upcoming. Carrie sits toward the back of the cafe with her back to the wall as she nurses a cup of coffee, and a plate with a half-eaten bagel on it. Though there was a book on the table in front of her it hadn't had a page turned in over a half hour. No, her mind was elsewhere, as her gaze stares off at the wall absently. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke is just suddenly... There. You're sure she must have walked across the room to you, but... Well... she tends to escape your notice when she feels like it. She looks over the page a bit, thoughtful. "You know. If you want to actually study this? You're probably going to need to spend a little bit more time actually turning pages." She pulls up a chair, slipping into the seat. After a couple of seconds of studying your face, she notes, "You're thinking about something. Maybe I can help. Is it something that I could ask about?" 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley tenses a little at the sudden arrival of Brooke. It does earn a smile, though she takes a deep breath to calm that little frission of tension that surged through her in immediate response. "Hey. Yeah, I am," she agrees as she looks down to the pages of her book. Without remarking on the contents her gaze lifts to glance across at Brooke a long moment. "I've had a lot of offers for training lately from some unexpected sources," she explains, considering how best to go about this. "It's very tempting. Not that I'm not thankful for all I've learned from you... and I know I'm no where near a master at what I can learn from you," she adds with a small shrug. "Just... A very grumpy fellow we've both run into has offered. That seems hugely important." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke nods. She lets the silence linger a little bit. "A flying rodent? He knows things I don't. I assume things you want to know." She considers. "But you used a plural, there. You have other offers?" She has a cup of something you didn't see her order; she sips from it conversationally, watching you and letting you spool out your thoughts. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley reaches out for her own cup unconciously mimicing Brooke's motions as it's drawn up for a sip. Her response is a simple, quiet 'mmhmm' that could be mistaken for her simply indulging in the drink. "Ran cross some birds that were very colorful. They offered before he did to be honest, but I... learned some things I shouldn't have. About a lot of people. I can see why he'd want to keep me close by at this point." It's here she pauses, nose scrunching with a frown. "I'd just rather it be serious and not as a precaution. I don't plan on chatting about anything I know." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke tilts her head in thought. "Two masters. You are a threat to both. They want you close. What do they think of each other?" She taps her chin a moment. "If you are a threat, there are other ways to keep you quiet. But you can talk to him, I suppose." She puts her hands lightly on the table. "And what about the birds? How are you connected to those, now?" 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley shakes her head a little bit at the mention of two masters. "No, just about those in his," there's a little raise of her hand as she gestures in a circle. "Dojo." There, that would do. "The other is more of a girls club. Helping each other out. I think I could do both honestly. One trains, the other is a means of networking when necessary to help each other out. It seems reasonable at least." There's another sip of her coffee as she looks across at Brooke. "Though that means I wouldn't have as much time to visit and train with you at your dojo. Especially with college, too." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke gives a one handed shrug with her fingers. "You'd be learning some good things. I'm sure you wouldn't be gone forever." Another bit of consideration. "But you really do need to keep an eye on your connections, here. Just because the club feels informal doesn't mean it really is. You need to talk to them first. Some masters are informal, but that doesn't mean you don't have a duty to them." She looks off to the side thoughtfully. "I've learned a lot from masters who detest formality, but they are still masters, and I am still going to remember that and give them the respect they earned." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley considers that quietly as she hadn't really thought of it before. A small frown plays over her lips as she slips her gaze out of focus once more. "True. I know I'm new to this. And yeah, networking is important. I don't think I'd take the offer lightly either way. It's not a free or easy ride by any means. Just one with more flexibility than the constraints the other would require." Lowering her head she rakes her hand through her ginger hair, letting it push back out of her face in the process. "I know my answer already, I just didn't want to jump into anything without careful consideration." Looking up again she smiles at Brooke. "So I guess I'll be really busy from now on." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke tilts her head in a nod. "It happens. You have this." She takes another slow sip, contemplating. "I was in town checking on someone. That's.. been interesting." She quirks a small smile. "You might hear about it at some point. No diet food." She considers. "And let me know what you are up to. Do you have a title yet? A grandmaster was curious, but I don't want to just give your name out." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley tips her head thoughtfully as well at that, a single eyebrow raising. "A grandmaster? Now I'm curious," she has to admit with a wry grin as she lifts her cup for another sip. It's a long one though as it was getting colder, and her enthusiasm in eating had grown a bit. "I never ate diet food even when I wasn't working out so much. Just tastes fake and awful." A momentary skirting of her eyes around the room comes, and she shifts in her seat only slightly. "Kestrel. It's a nice bird and red feathered so I thought it sounded fine." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke mouths the word 'Kestrel' slowly, enunciating, then lightly licks her lip in thought. "I like it. It fits you." She nods once, turning the cup back and forth in her hand a bit. "What do you know about top level martial artists? The top ten, say. I don't care to talk about some of them with anybody who doesn't already know. One of them likes to erase themselves from the world. Bloodily." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley shakes her head slowly at that, eyes shutting a moment. Good information to know. Indeed. When she opens her eyes again she considers Brooke a long moment. "That's a part of my education that's been very lacking. I'm learning style, and substance, but having very little in the way of information. That's something else this group offers." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke nods. "You want to know the major players." She sips her drink politely. "I offer tea. Even to assassins. Respect will take you a long way. So will listening. One of the top martial artists in the world will spare your life if you are polite. Others will humor you with garbage if you aren't respectful. Respect varies from one to the next. What are you going to be studying first?" 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley takes a deep breath only to shake her head. "The basics. Whatever they may be for this new opportunity. I know I'm starting from scratch, and I know that he has his own style and methods. So I'll be starting with how he wants to handle things I suppose. I still have to accept to find out for certain, but that would be my bet. I might be wrong. I'd rather have a solid foundation for the rest first though." She does consider the suggestion slowly nodding in agreement. "I'll keep that in mind. I know I do tend to lose my temper at times, though I'm finding that after our training it has gotten better." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke nods. "I know there are things I can't teach you. You seem like you need to learn them, though.. Maybe we are going to end up studying together at some point." She shrugs a little. "Stranger things have happened. He has a good system going, and you should learn it. We can trade notes later." She pauses and considers. "Have you been getting into anything I should be watching out for? People I should be careful around, secrets to stay clear of?" 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley smiles a bit at mention of potentially training together. "That would be interesting," she agrees before the next question throws her off guard. There's a pause as she considers it. Slowly she shakes her head. "No. It was mostly a series of chance that were too coincidental not to be connected in my case. I don't see the same issues arising for you." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke nods and sips. "I might be in the area a bit. I need to see if the mansion crew needs help. Boss's orders. You filmed there." She considers. "If you know anything useful for that." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley reaches up to scratch at her nose a moment thoughtfully. "Yeah I heard that was back. I ought to go check on that myself if only as a courtesy. Mr. Stark was rather generous to let me do that, and I do have the final product to deliver still. I wasn't able to before due to... well. It not being there." She flashes a faint smile at that. "Well it was good to catch up. If you need any help with anything while nearby just give me a call." There's a pause though, and she considers. "So... Who IS the top master? Unless it's that one that doesn't want people to know in which case, I'm okay not knowing." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke smiles and considers for a bit, holding a hand open in thought. "Exact comparisons are difficult at best." She hmms. "They try not to challenge each other when the stakes are too high. Predators avoid hard fights. Even the winners have to heal, and if they fight to live, it's a great expense." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley considers this a long hard moment before nodding in apparent understanding. "I see. That makes sense. It was worth asking at least," she reasons with a shrug before considering Brooke again. "So who was the one asking about... you know, nevermind. I'll probably find out eventually." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke nods. She thinks a bit. "Richard Dragon." She rises in a smooth movement, stretching faintly. "Who I'm sure you will encounter eventually. I have some others to hunt down now, though... You know how to find me, as always." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley dips her head in agreement at that. "I do. Take care, Brooke." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke bows a bit, then slips away quietly, to go onward to her next task. 
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5786/Diet craze!

2018-11-18T01:03:05Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' In an upscale patch of town, health food stores, gyms, and other trappings of the health craze can be found catering to the wealthy residents of Gotham. The sun is high, the air bitter and dry, and at one such fitness place, insipid dance music faintly rattles the windows as those inside move in sweaty, rhythmic ways in their quest for the perfect Photoshop body. Something odd has been happening here. While all too many fitness places promise that people will quickly lose weight, this one seems unusually successful. At the same time, disappearances in the area have ticked up just that little, suspicious bit. And, of course, there is the matter of the costumed prowler on the roof, quietly observing the place. Casing, or observing. It could go either way. Yin is a college age woman in a tight black bodysuit, with a full face mask bearing a white Yang teardrop curving around one eye and down her cheek. A deep red matte long jacket hangs from her shoulders, matching the skirt that goes with the costume. Her build is fit, very soft, with highly trained movements, flowing, and without waste. 

:'''{{#var:49|Nightwing (49)}} has posed:'''     Of course, disappearances in Gotham are a dime a dozen, when things get right down to it. The tragedy of a city that once held so much promise, but is constantly struggling against its own inner demons. Often, there's no rhyme or reason to it. People just vanish. Some might turn up again, but most? Most are just gone, as if they were made of nothing more than mist and shadow. No connective tissue. No conspiracy at play. Gotham gives, and Gotham takes away.     But, every now and again, a pattern emerges.     This is one such case. Disappearances happening concentrated around a central area. Localized. Perhaps too scattered for the police to notice, but the Batcomputer network? It doesn't miss a thing. And when running through other strange happenstances in the same area, Dick found this place. This health center with its curiously successful results.     So, Dick does what he needs to do. He goes undercover. It's not difficult. Dick Grayson is the first adopted son of THE Bruce Wayne. He's young, he's wealthy, he's exceedingly handsome so he MUST be obsessed with keeping himself in perfect, model shape, right? So why wouldn't he go to a place that's practically the new buzzword for the wealthy and beautiful?     And so there he is. Dick Grayson. Easily seen in the window, the svelte, raven haired young man is in the midst of a throng of women, ranging anywhere between the ages of 13 to 65, all moving in unison with what looks like vigourous dance choreography from the mid-00's. Seriously. Looks like it might be right out of a Britney video. Dick is drenched in sweat, though. It covers his flesh like a gossamer sheen. It makes the electric blue tanktop he's wearing grow dark and stick to his well developed chest, and washboard abs. It makes his hair shiney and slick. It even makes his skin tight black compression shorts seem inky and tenebrous rather than shiny.     And while he's doing some ballet style pirouette, he just so happens to peer out the window, right up at the figure watching, and give a wink, and a finger gun. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' From observing the clientele, there seems to be a kind of inner circle. There is no immediately obvious rhyme or reason to it, but some of the people there seem to get that.. Little bit of extra attention. Unusual, usually you would expect to see that kind of extra care lavished on the prettier members of the group, but here, it seems to be the heavier members, the ones who work hard, but look like they need the help the most. And not all of them either. As the class winds to the end of its appointed time, those students linger rather than rush to their next scheduled engagement. The instructors share lavish encouragement on everyone who has come, offering everyone a smile, a good word, and encouragement to head out into the world. Showered and changed, the beautiful people move out to their cars in a great exodus, leaving the inner circle and their sluggishness behind. Yin has moved from the rooftop, no longer visible from inside the building. Investigating something outside, maybe, but from your position, you cannot be certain of where. 

:'''{{#var:49|Nightwing (49)}} has posed:'''     Of course, this is what Dick has been looking for. To see who the members are that are getting special treatment. To see if any of them might seem suspicious. Or even wary or afraid. Working the inside, getting to know the people. Gaining trust.     The roadblock,of course, is that Dick is one of the pretty ones. He's already in shape. Perfect shape. None can deny the allure of Jim and Juan.     And so when the class is ended, Dick Grayson, like the rest of the beautiful socialites that do their thing, disappears to go shower off and get changed. But he takes longer in the shower than the others, lingering behind even after the last wayward soul has left the locker room, and he is left alone.     Then, he vanishes.     Dick Grayson may be gone, but Nightwing is soon stalking the building. He had lost sight of the masked figure... a figure he doesn't recognize at a glance. Atleast, not from the distance they were at. New faces in Gotham rarely tend to signal good things. Often, even when other vigilantes show up, they wind up running afoul of Bruce and the Family. But more often than not, another mask means another criminal. And if that person might have anything to do with the disappearances, they're likely going to wind up in here, as well. Perhaps even to consult directly with the inner circle of members who remained behind after everyone else had left. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' As you investigate, the first thing you notice that seems out of place is a new smell, like a holiday dinner. Cooked meat, spices, and other delicious smells waft lightly from the back room. The inner circle members drift into the back, invited by one of the instructors. The rhythmic 'shing! shing!' Of a carving knife on a sharpening steel comes from the back, and you can see a glimpse of the catering uniform through a closing door. Who orders catering at a weight loss studio? From having cased out the place before, you know that there is a back entrance, with some hallways and such that provide a bit of cover. There is also a bit of space above the soundproofing in the ceiling. The building does have a basement, with a single trap door in a utility closet in back. 

:'''{{#var:49|Nightwing (49)}} has posed:'''     It doesn't take much effort for Nightwing to find his way up and into the ceiling. Batman had Dick acting like a tunnel rat since he was a preteen after all. He knows all the ways to slip in the ceiling panels, and keep his weight balanced on the beams that support the structure, rather than falling through and making a mess of everything and an embarassment of himself.     Once neatly sequestered away, in the darkness of the space between the roof and the ceiling, Dick reaches a hand up to the domino mask that covers his handsome face. A press of a hidden button switches from the automatically engaged starlight nightvision to thermal optics. Heat. To let him "see" through the thin, flimsy materials of the interior of the building, and spy on the diners and caterers.     But damn. That food smells delicious. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Eight diners. Two caterers. Two instructors. All in the back room near a table of hot steaming roast. One costumed figure from before, also in the roof space. Although, having entered from the back entrance, her hiding space is difficult for you to see normally through the ductwork. She seems likely in meditation of some form, pulse slow, head not angled in a way that indicates that she is using her eyes to see whatever she is paying attention to. Below, plates of food are served, and people dive into their meals voraciously, as if starving after a long famine. Beneath her breath, likely inaudible to anyone not paying very close attention or using sound amplification of some form, Yin tilts her head to face you and murmurs a soft, "Their ch'i looks all wrong, and it's getting stranger." 

:'''{{#var:49|Nightwing (49)}} has posed:'''     Nightwing watches closely. But, sadly, there's nothing illegal about a group of people dining together, even if the circumstances are strange as all hell. It's not like he can act on that alone. That would be rash and likely just lead to being wanted for assault and an embarassment to Dick. He's never be able to show his face to the friends he has in the hero community.     But,he does notice the other, and the words do get picked up in his sound amplifying earbuds. "Strange Chi", also, sadly, is not call for an all out assault. So for now, the lithesome figure of the shadowy Nightwing stalks forward, crawling like a panther ready to pounce.     Once he approaches the other masked figure, close enough to speak without alerting anyone, or needing special training or equipment, he asks, in a hushed, velveteen whisper, "Mind telling me who you are and what you're doing here?"     For one of the Bat Family, he seems surprisingly chill about it. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin nods softly and murmurs back. "Yin. You'll find my file with Alpha Flight. I've trained alongside the head instructor here, among other things. I check up on teachers I know, and he seemed... off." Eyes distant, she frowns a bit. "I suppose that makes this a bit of a jurisdictional issue. I defer to your local judgment. Maybe there is something a bit more solid in the catering van? I am better at investigating people than vehicles." Below, the diners focus on consuming every bite of the feast before them. The caterers stand back, expressions unreadable through the tile. 

:'''{{#var:49|Nightwing (49)}} has posed:'''     "Yin," he says, turning his face up to read the mask. At least she's being polite, right? To be fair, when most other vigilantes show up in Gotham, they have it in their heads that they're going to "do things the right way" which typically means that they think the Bat Family is too harsh on criminals, or too lenient. Either way, it more often than not means that they think they're going to take on the Bat, and then take over his job. It's laughable on the best of days. But it's always refreshing when someone is willing to work with them, instead of against them.     Dick's soft, Cupid's Bow lips arc into a smile that could melt steel beams like jet fuel. "I'm Nightwing, Yin. Pleasure to meet you. Now... if you're not very skilled at investigating a vehicle, why don't we get out of here and take a look at that van together? Maybe I can show you a thing or two. This is where I give you a creepy grin and tell you that I'm something of a detective myself."     A pause. Dick's stomach lightly growls.     "And then maybe after this, we can go get food and you can tell me more about who you are, and what it is you're doing stalking instructors who seem off. Because... I'm starving, and like it or not, that's kind of a weird thing to make a vigilante career out of." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin nods and gestures toward the easiest way to slip back out the back, agreeably. "Of course. After you, Nightwing." The catering van is almost painfully ordinary, lacking logo, paint, or embellishment. Nothing on the vehicle seems different from the stock model, probably used. The van is locked, presumably with the key fob. It is the only vehicle in sight in the dark alley that leads to the back door, a bit of an awkward squeeze for a vehicle of that size. That faint smell of cooked meat can be detected from near the back door. The door handles carry fingerprints from the cooked oils on the hands used to open and close them visible even to the unaided eye. The cabin looks spartan, although a fast food bag sits between the seats, absolutely filled with hamburger wrappers. 

:'''{{#var:49|Nightwing (49)}} has posed:'''     As they slip out, Dick takes a look around. The vehicle is locked, because of course it is. Gotham. That's okay, though. A locked car isn't a thing that has ever stopped Nightwing before.     "So, Yin," He says, as he circles around the van, more gliding across the ground, it seems, than actually walking on it. Like some specter of black and blue, a wraith. "Do you know how to break into vehicles? It's a nearly invaluable skill in our profession."     Small talk. At least as he's scanning the vehicle with his mask's relay to the Batcomputer, ensuring that it is as mundane as the eye would make it out to be. And,also pulling up specs for the vehicle, just to be thorough.     Nightwing stops at the back door, and his lips curl into a lopsided, puckish grin. "Our caterers are fast food junkies with greasy fingers. We can simply take good, thorough pics of that. I have a link to... Law enforcement databases."     Keep it slightly vague, at least.     "We can essentially just scan and wait to see if we get results on our boys."     Meanwhile, though, he reaches into a compartment on the back of his gauntlet, retrieving a set of lock picks, while he takes a number ofstill framed images through his mask. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin shrugs faintly. "I'll admit to being horrendous at the technical bits. One of those things I couldn't publicly justify. I can tell you that that lunch is rerouting their P9 meridian through their lunar stomach meridian at L14, and that's very much not normal. They'll be starving from that. I couldn't say what else from there." The vehicle seems boringly ordinary, registered to one of those stolen identities you see used all too often from a used car lot. The fingerprints are connected to mug shots from misdemeanors. Petty theft. The records show they were released the same day, separately, just two months ago. In the mug shots, they couldn't be less than three hundred pounds, a far cry from the slender, almost emaciated figures in the catering uniforms. 

:'''{{#var:49|Nightwing (49)}} has posed:'''     "That's a useful skill to have," Nightwing says, commending her with a nod of his head as he sets to the task of picking the lock on the back door. Fun fact that's typically only known in locksmith and carjacker circles. Over ninety percent of commercial work vans made after twenty-sixteen have automatic locks on the front doors, but not on the back. This means manually picking the back doors doesn't set off the panic alarm that you get when manually unlocking a regular car door. "But... the technical aspects of the job are increasingly more and more necessary as time goes on. Man, it used to be so nice. You could just swing in and punch a guy in the mouth. Point out a few things and testify that you saw them in the act. Done. Easy peasy."     The lock unlatches, and carefully... careful not to smudge those fingerprints, actually... he opens the doors. "Now, electronic warfare, infiltration... all of it is honestly necessary."     He turns and looks back, offering a small, half smile. "If you're interested, I could teach you. Detective skills. Technical bits. Call it "continuing education"."     With the back doors open, Dick does a cursory inspection for hidden compartments in the usual places. The inside wheelwells. Check to see if the floor panel lining comes up to reveal anything. Etc. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin nods. "Very tempting. Maybe we can discuss it over dinner. Something vegetarian, maybe. There's a good Malaysian restaurant in the area. Something in the air here just doesn't agree with me." Food service things are carefully placed in the back of the vehicle. Electric warmers and cooking tools sit still warm. A stock pot for stew sits at the back of the vehicle, close to the cabin. It still has some of the soup in it, along with the various bones and other inedible bits that are added to some soups to flavor it as they are slowly cooked. The top of these discarded bits in the pot can be easily recognized as the bones from a human foot, severed cleanly at the joint. 

:'''{{#var:49|Nightwing (49)}} has posed:'''     "Vegan? I know of the Malaysian place. That sounds like a good idea," Dick agrees, nodding his head. He's definitively not vegan. He sticks to a high protein diet that consists largely of beef, tuna, or salmon and rice. But sometimes breaking the monotony is nice. He's almost all but forgotten that it's okay to take cheat days. "I mean... if you're vegan, I'm sure this smells like a charnel house to you."     Dick lifts the lid for the stock pot to peer inside and freezes. Thankfully years as Batman's sidekick has... inured him to the sight of such things as severed appendages. He doesn't jump. He doesn't vomit. He just freezes as the shock overtakes him and his heart becomes a knot in his throat.     Then quietly,he nods his head, places the lid back on the pot, and backs out of the van, closing the doors behind him.     "So, Yin... would you like to go in hard and fast, or sneaky and soft? Spoiler: I'm kind of in a hard and fast mood at the moment." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin winces. "I don't know the language, but I know it's bad news. I'm good with fast if you are. Following your lead, what's the plan?" She turns, light on her feet, and drops the tension out of her shoulders. Not that there was any before. Muscles are lightly tensed, then relaxed, removing all the extra attention in preparation for what is to come. Inside, the caterers are packing up, cleaning the tables as the diners put their plates away, keeping their chefs knives close at hand. The consumers of the meal, now wearing clothes that look ever so slightly loose on them, flex and pace in a jittery fashion. 

:'''{{#var:49|Nightwing (49)}} has posed:'''     "Right now, the plan is to take everyone of them down. This is Gotham, so we go by Bat rules. No killing. Other than that..." Dick shrugs his broad shoulders, taking a few steps backwards before turning towards the door. "I'll lead us in with a flashbang and some smoke. I assume you have some extra-sensory perception that allows you to see the flow of their ki through their meridians, so I'm also guessing that the smoke won't really obscure that."     He pauses at the door, sucking in a deep breath. "I'm used to working with a partner, so try to stay close to me so that we can capitalize off of one another's movements and protect each other. Let's try our best to leave one of the caterers alive, because they're the most likely ones to have some answers that I'm thinking we'll both want."     With that, Dick opens the back door of the building, and waves for Yin to follow, as he disappears into the darkness of the hallway inside. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' As the smoke fills the room, and the people within blink in surprise at the southern entrance, the Caterers grab up their knives, one in each hand. The diners tremble, filled with a manic energy. All eyes turn toward us, before their vision is obscured. A caterer coughs once on the smoke, before popping a scrap of fat in his mouth and shouting, "They want to take away your food! Get them!" And with that, the diners charge in an insane rage, stabbing with forks and steak knives inexpertly. Yin meets the first to arrive with a soft looking, almost gentle push with both hands that launches the attacker back into the crowd, gasping for breath, buying a few short moments before things collapse completely into bedlam. 

:'''{{#var:49|Nightwing (49)}} has posed:'''     As he had stated, Dick led things with a flashbang grenade, and which then releases a hissing, thick wall of dense white smoke that fills the room almost immediately. Almost, but not quite. The acrobatic vigilante moves in, as the diners charge forth in their frenzy. Dick is doing as he said, sticking close to Yin, and in fact, trying to maintain at least some minimal physical contact with her at all times, so that he can read her movements, if not see them.     For example, she moves to push that first, and Nightwing, having been shoulder to shoulder with her in that moment just before, shifts to cover her flank as another of the eaty bois comes running at them, with one of those two prong serving forks. Nightwing meets the robust, balding fellow as they crash into one another, and Dick tumbles back, tucking his knees to his chest, and his feet planted squarely into the man's stomach. Grayson's entire body launches upwards with a graceful sense of poise as his pushes himsef off of his shoulders and into a back spring, which, in turn launches the Frenzying Forker up, over Yin's head where he'll land hard, with a thud of heavy, wet meat on the concrete floor.     "Taijiquan?" he asks, as he holds out one hand of black, striped with blue. "Ever do walking the circle with a companion?" 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin nods vigorously so you can read the movement through her spine in the chaos. "All three sisters. And of course I have; not many to practice with, is all." She opens up a huge hole in her defenses, then flows into a Baguazhuang palm change to snap the trap closed as one of the diners goes for it, keeping her arm and shoulder along your arm to drop another diner at our feet. Stance change, catch an incoming arm and dance the crazy around to use him as a shield, moving her foot in synch with yours. At the end of it, she throws him to the side to shut the door behind us. Soft movements. No tension at all. All structure and meditative finesse. "Caterers are going for the exit." 

:'''{{#var:49|Nightwing (49)}} has posed:'''     Perfect. As she flows into Bagua, Nightwing follows suit. His arm interlocked with hers, Dick moves with her flawlessly, keeping step so that when her footing shifts, his does as well. His form is, however, a bit unorthodox, as his acrobatic nature leads to him using less grounded stances, and more leaps, and even more circular movements. A twisting aerial crescent kick takes out one of the meat crazies. He uses Yin's armas a fulcrum for a leaping cartwheel that sends him dropping with both feet on the shoulders of another, crumpling him to the ground. Still clasping her hand, Dick makes like a swing dancer, and slides across the floor like a darting shadow, slipping under her and between her legs to kick out the knees of another, followed by a rolling over kick to the face to put this poor, crazed middle aged Sharon out for the count.     And then he kips up to his feet. Those baleful, white glowing eyes cast their unblinking, unnerving stare on the retreating caterers, and Nightwing's lips draw taut into a frown.     "They're not getting away. You take the left!"     Dick goes for the right. He dashes at the retreating caterer, and at the last moment, does a forward rolling Otoshi Mawashi Geri, in the attempt to use all of his body's momentum and force in one fell move to drive the heel of his foot down on top of the fleeing cannibal's skull and render him unconscious. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin flows through, taking the floor - low, solid stances, the earth to your wings. Tight, solid movement to stay predictable and solid to compliment your movements. From a crouch, shenods, looking away from everything in the smoke. "Right, right." A quick lunge into a cartwheel that lands in stance, followed by a darting xingyiquan lunge. Her foot lands on the top of the caterer's foot, crunching down solidly as she slides up to catch his shoulder and twist; he goes crashing to the ground face first and is quickly put into a shoulder lock, knee landing on his back to pin him down roughly. Knives are removed from the hands and tossed aside. "Hmmm." She pokes a bit at the helpless thug's back. "I'm turning your legs and arms off for a few minutes. You aren't going anywhere." Face against the ground, the caterer rages. "No! You can't take us! I'll die without The Chef!" 

:'''{{#var:49|Nightwing (49)}} has posed:'''     It's actually really amazing how swiftly Dick can zip tie a small group of people. Take that how you will. But within moments, Nightwing has administered restraints to the crazies and the downed caterer who isn'tbeing shut down by Yin. Not even a full minute passes, before he returns, and slowly squats down in front of the raging lunatic, his hands dangling loosely between his spread thighs, and tilting his head to one side,spilling inky black hair over his brow.     "We aren't going to let you die. We're going to get you the kind of help you need," he remarks, while the shift of blank white eyes suggests the he's turning his gaze on to Yin instead of their captive. He gives her a faint nod of his head, and holds out yet another of the zip ties for her to take.     "So tell us about the Chef. Who are they? What do they do that's so good for you?" 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin takes a zip tie and lashes the caterer up, a bit slower, head tilted a bit as she examines the caterer's qi thoughtfully, trying to diagnose him. Lots is happening, you're sure, but sadly nothing visible to optics. The caterer trembles fearfully. "He's The Chef! He cooks the greatest meals in the world! After a while, you can't eat anything else! He sent us here to bring his food to people.. I didn't ask why. We've catered here before. Please! I'm going to need to eat soon!" 

:'''{{#var:49|Nightwing (49)}} has posed:'''     Already, just from their previous conversation in the darkness of the ceiling crawlspace, Nightwing has an idea of what Yin is doing, and that the guy's qi is going to be completely messed up. Right now, that is a secondary concern, however. Righting the wrongness that led these people to this point is certainly a priority, but it will mean nothing if they do not find the source. The Chef.     "Cute," He says to Yin, his lips taking on a rueful smirk. "I guess we're putting out an APB on Gordon Ramsey..."     Nightwing looks back down to the caterer, and says, "If you need to eat soon, then tell us where we can find The Chef. That's all we want. We're going to find how he makes his food so delicious, and then we can feed you. But, you have to hurry, right? Otherwise you might starve." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' The caterer cowers. " I just know we have to drop the van off and trade it for some takeout! There won't be anyone there! We won't find anything out until later. Please! Just let me go and get my dinner!" Yin nods. "I believe him. His thyroid and his intestines are a wreck, and his blood sugar is crashing. He would do anything for his next meal... whatever will we do with this guy?" She looks up at you. "This is the point where I phone the police, usually. I imagine the call gets bounced to a Bat." 

:'''{{#var:49|Nightwing (49)}} has posed:'''     The truth is, if he's crashing like that, Dick isn't certain of what to do. If it will be so quickly, the man could be critical at any moment.     "Okay, listen. Lenny... You're Lenny, right?" Nightwingsays, recalling the name of the caterer from the police records he had examined earlier while doing his cursory investigation of the van. "So Lenny, I'm not going to let anything happen to you, okay? You know that I'm one of the Bats. We don't let people die. Even the really bad ones. You're not really bad, so you don't have anything to worry about. I need you to believe that, Lenny. And I need you to tell me, right now, where you drop the van off. That's it. Even that can help."     In the palm of his hand, Nightwing is already using his encrypted mobile phone to get first responders out here to take care of these people. An anonymous tip, sent in over the net channels. The signal that it's a Bat Family call in.     He looks back to Yin, now, as he sends out the message, and speaks. "You can see his qi, and you clearly know how to manipulate vital points on the human body. Is there anything you can do to reverse this?"     A pause.     "Or at least slow it down?" 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin nods. "I already am. I don't know how to stop this yet, but you can do a lot with adrenals and adipose. He'll be okay for now, but some sugars would help. The others will need a sugar drip and new intestinal flora at least." She massages a few pressure points. "They can figure more out in a hospital." The caterer tries to move his arm a bit, then frustratedly groans. "Phone in my pants pocket. It has a map pointer on it. That's where my dinner is. I'm just supposed to leave the van." Yin moves off of the awake caterer to do some acupressure on the unconscious one, then looks to you. "After you. I'm not sure how hungry I'm going to be right after this, but we'll see." 

:'''{{#var:49|Nightwing (49)}} has posed:'''     Dick nods his head. He had already included in his message for first responders to come prepared for extreme malnourishment, starvation and dehydration. He had figured early on, from her assessment of what was going on with their chi, that they were already starving, and just didn't realize it. It seemed the best course of action to take.     As Yin moves off of the guy to work on the next, Dick takes the phone from his pocket, and holds it in front of the guy's face to make it unlock. He opens up the map and makes a note of the location, wherever it may be.     "Yeah," Nightwing muses quietly, as he looks around the room that's now clearing of the smoke, slowly but surely. "Maybe eating isn't such a great idea. We could do drinks instead. Or maybe just a smoothie."     Rising back up to his full height, Nightwing holds up the phone to show her, and remarks, "I have the location for the trade. Police and EMTs are closing in fast. We should get out of here before they do. We get a lot of leeway here, but... We have to keep up appearances. Do you have a vehicle? I have a bike parked nearby. You can ride with me, if you want." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin tilts her head then gives a thumbs up, glancing at the piled up people again to make sure she isn't missing anything. "I took a bus here, so I'll take you up on that ride and save myself the run." She rises and starts moving alongside you to whichever exit you are headed to to get to the bike. "Usually I just throw on a different outfit and blend out, but I'm sure you are going to have some questions or paperwork or something for me anyways. No point putting it off." 

:'''{{#var:49|Nightwing (49)}} has posed:'''     Nightwing just heads out the back door, and leads her through the back parking lot, and into the alleyway that runs down the length of this city block, nestled in the shadows of high rise brick buildings. There, parked next to a dumpster, is a sleek, black and blue superbike. Totally custom, of course. Not like anything on the roads. As he approaches, it automagically starts up, the headlamps blazing a bright, halogen blue in a shape that looks like the winged domino mask on his face.     "I'm not going to try to give you any kind of interrogation. Don't worry," he reassures her, as he languidly stretches and lifts one leg up over the seat of the bike to straddle it. Reaching behind him, he pats the seat, indicating for her to climb on, before he leans forward and grasps the handlebars. "I would like to know more about who you are, and why you're here. You told me about the instructor seeming off, but that seems like it's just a tip of an iceberg. So color me curious."     He looks back over his shoulder at her, and offers up a small smile. "But I'm not like that Bat. I'd rather just have a friendly conversation. You've been good and played by our rules, and I appreciate that. No reason to treat you like a hostile invader."     Somehow, she can tell that under the blank white lense of his mask, he's winking as he adds, "Yet." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin nods again, since facial expressions get covered up by her face mask, and climbs on, holding onto the seat to make sure not to throw off your balance. "I like yours more than Arrow's." Just an aside comment. "Nothing too mysterious. Not every master lives in strange remote places. And a smoothie sounds good right about now. Shall we?" 
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2018-11-09T06:27:47Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1949|Betty Cooper (1949)}} has posed:''' Betty Cooper is seated at her usual booth with a vanilla milkshake in front of her. This evening she has her laptop with her and a newspaper next to it. She appears to be browsing the internet for something, occasionally taking a drink from her milkshake. It's getting pretty late so there aren't that many people here now. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke slips into the door, looking around. She is dark skinned, about college age, thin, with a certain softness to her build. She almost prowls, with not a drop of wasted effort in her movements. Her eyes scan those seated, as she moves to the counter to order an egg salad sandwich. She has workout clothes, with a long red winter coat. Her eye briefly skips across your screen as she steps past, more out of generally being very aware of her surroundings then of any particular desire to invade your privacy. The fingers of one hand raised slightly, in a very small wave; she is sure she knows you from somewhere, although not well. 

:'''{{#var:1949|Betty Cooper (1949)}} has posed:''' Betty Cooper keeps tapping away as Brooke enters, however her eyes tend to not miss much, and as such she notices Brooke waving. While Betty does not recognize her, she is quite used to the mostly friendly nature of small Riverdale, and waves back with a polite smile. Her attention is soon directed back at her laptop. She circles something in the newspaper with a pen as well. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' "Wolves. Hmm." Brooke glances over on the way back through, then considers a moment. "Have you seen anything about this, you know. In person. Maybe something better than thirdhand rumors? Or addled reports..." She tilts her head a little bit at you with a small smile. "I really need to be keeping track of things here a bit better; this is the fourth time I've heard something about wolves.. But I don't think I've actually seen any, yet. I haven't decided what to make of that, yet." 

:'''{{#var:1949|Betty Cooper (1949)}} has posed:''' Betty Cooper raises a brow, "Really? Yeah I haven't seen them and no one will let me interview them.. witnesses I mean. Have you seen them? Riverdale's been kind of quiet lately and I need a story for my school's newspaper. It's never been this hard.." She runs a hand through her hair. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke hmmms, thoughtfully. "Do you have gang resources? The last I heard was from someone you, well, has gotten into a bit more trouble than he ought to. He got a little bit of a scuffle, and somehow managed to come out of it with some claw marks. Sadly, he didn't really have very many useful details to give me." She taps her chin in thought. "It gives a few ideas, at least. I'm not sure I feel comfortable having students show up with claw marks. Who knows what they could catch from that?" 

:'''{{#var:1949|Betty Cooper (1949)}} has posed:''' Betty Cooper blinks several times as Brooke asks her question, "W-what? No.. no where.. where did you hear that? I'm sorry do I.. know you?" She shuts her laptop, "Are you.. a teacher or something?" 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke sits on the corner of one of the bench seats, opposite you. She steeples her fingers, shrugging faintly. "I teach at a martial arts school near here sometimes. More for the froofy, wealthier new age sort, most of the time, but I do deal with a handful of people from other unusual walks of life here and there." She takes a bite of her sandwich, savoring it a bit. "And, I suppose you might. I graduated from here, a while back." 

:'''{{#var:1949|Betty Cooper (1949)}} has posed:''' Betty Cooper blinks again, "But.. you said that someone I know got in a scuffle? Claw marks? I'm sorry but that doesn't ring a bell.. who was it? And what is your name again? Sorry I don't mean to pry but.. it sounds like you might know more about me than I know about you.." She looks genuinely confused. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke nods, and pulls out a business card for a yoga and tai chi studio in northern Angel Grove, slipping it over. The name listed is "Brooke Harris", acupressure, advanced taiji, chi kung. She went to school with you, but not in your grade. "Sorry if I can't drop names of people in this case. It's just something I am keeping an eye on." She smiles and looks out the window a bit at a movement, always paying attention. 

:'''{{#var:1949|Betty Cooper (1949)}} has posed:''' Betty Cooper nods slowly as she takes the card, "I.. see. I think I do remember your name.. Brook Harris. Three grades above me? You were a senior when I was a freshman. Yeah I do remember you now.. well I'm with Riverdale High's paper now, a senior now. Probably going to help my mom with the paper in town after college. But yeah.. the wolf thing.. weird. Wolves don't have sharp claws once they are fully grown, confirmed that online. Could it have been a lynx?" 

:'''{{#var:1621|Jughead Jones (1621)}} has posed:''' As is his way, Jughead Jones drifts in all casual like, and looks around. He's got five bucks in his pocket earmarked for fries, and no agenda until later tonight which leavevs him footloose and fancy free, so to speak. Mostly it leaves him hungry. Then again, that's not really anything unusual for the tall, dark haired young man. He gives Pop's a nod, and grins as his regular arder is peffed, which only leaves finding a place to sit. Jughead scouts the Shoppe and spies Betty, and her company - a vaguely familiar face he's not quite put a finger on yet. Lopsided grin perched on his lips, he saunters over. "Hey, room for another at the table?" 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke mmhs. "Might have been metal, for all I know. Which would say something, too... I couldn't really make it out from what he showed me, since it was already cleaned and sewn up." She takes another bite. "Interesting though, isn't it?" She gives Jughead a small smile. "Oh, hey." She scoots in to make some room and considers him a moment, scouring her memory for the tiny bit she's heard. Or seen from seeing him as an underclassman, and possibly other bits of school. 

:'''{{#var:1949|Betty Cooper (1949)}} has posed:''' Betty Cooper nods, "Yeah.. really weird.." She smiles at Jughead, "Hey! Archie couldn't make it.. again. His music is really cutting into his social life.. but yeah come sit! I don't have any leads yet on this wolf thing but apparently some guy was.. clawed? Not likely a wolf thing but still worth looking into." She opens her laptop back up, no longer suspicious of Brooke, "There has to be something here that can help.. I mean we can't be the only ones looking into this.." 

:'''{{#var:1621|Jughead Jones (1621)}} has posed:''' Jughead considers the seating arrangement at the table, but given Brooke has scooted over, he takes his chances there and sits down beside her. She'd likely recongize him both as the slightly odd man out in any social situation, and a reporter for the school newspaper. Mostly he's considered dark and broody, likely a byproduct of growing up on the wrong side of the tracks. If she /really/ paid attention, she'd maybe recognize him as someone who hung out not only with Betty, but with Veronica Lodge and Archie Andrews as well. "Wait, what are we looking into? And, yeah, Archie's been nothing but busy lately. We should kidnap him and take him to see a show at the Drive-In. well, maybe not there, but a show." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke mms, "Well, I saw Betty looking at animal attacks. I've been, you know. Looking at some of that. On the side. I see interesting things now and then, and I figured I would mention. And see how you have been doing. It's been awhile." She munches more egg salad sandwich and hmms. "Interesting jacket. Been keeping out of trouble?" Slightly wry smile. 

:'''{{#var:1949|Betty Cooper (1949)}} has posed:''' Betty Cooper answers Jughead with widened eyes, "You know.. that thing with the wolves I showed you?? I know it wasn't a big deal at the time but it looks like a lot of people in Riverdale are seeing them, hearing them. One person said they saw a wolf walking on two legs? This is crazy.. it's probably not going to be anything super mysterious but at least it will make a good article. Believe me if there was something more important to investigate I would be all over it. I guess our paper has to grasp at tabloid material.. temporarily.. ugh.. it's sickening to even use that word.." She looks at Brooke, "Yeah I just don't remember you a whole lot Brooke but.. I do remember you.. how's the martial arts thing going? And have any of your students seen anything? Heard anything?" She's in full reporter mode now. 

:'''{{#var:1621|Jughead Jones (1621)}} has posed:''' "You know," Jughead opines, nodding thanks for the arrival of his order of fries, and leaning across Brooke to grab up the ketchup and apply a liberal dollop on the side of his dish, "You're beginning to sound like a bad sorority horror movie. Wolves walking around on two legs, and all." He munches several fries, dipping them into the ketchup as he goes. He nods his head Brooke's way. "Sure you remember her. She's the one whole didn't back down in fights. Gave Peter Mullen a black eye for calling her a sissy." He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. "Not sure why he told everyone he walked into a door. Most of the playground saw it happen." To Brooke, he shrugs. "What, this old thing?" Of his jacket with the clearly emblazoned 'Serpent' symbol on it. "You know me." None of which is an answer to her question at all. Another fry disappears. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke wells, "I'm teaching it. I hear things here and there, but nothing concrete yet. I talk to some of the other teachers in the area, and there's just enough weirdness to be interesting, not enough to make a clear picture." She mms, "What sort of things WOULDN'T be 'tabloid'? School sports coverage?" She nibbles more sandwich. "I mean, I don't mind slipping you a clue here and there if I see anything, if I knew what you were looking for." 

:'''{{#var:1949|Betty Cooper (1949)}} has posed:''' Betty Cooper pretends to be offended by Jughead with a smile, "Hey! It's not my fault people are talking about it! I would have dropped this if it was just.. one druggie or something. But regular, every day people are hearing, and seeing these wolves. And it wasn't some alcoholic who saw the wolf on two legs! I am not saying I believe that part of the story, and I can leave it out in the article we run but.. it's still weird. We might even find out that some weirdo has been running around in a wolf suit or something.." She looks at Brooke, "To most students it's all tabloids, as in all entertaining. Most students don't care about politics or crime.. much to my dismay.. but yeah I would appreciate that! Whatever you can do to help!" 

:'''{{#var:1621|Jughead Jones (1621)}} has posed:''' Jughead gives Betty a fake wounded look, "You're still running the story? But what about real journalism!" Another fry is dabbed in ketchup. "I'll give you it's weird. Even if it were druggies going around spreading the story, it would be weird. But you have to woner just how do you get every day ordinary people to start seeing something like that, and why would you want them to?" 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke shrugs faintly and finishes off her sandwich. "Oh, very. I can't imagine any group trying to reveal their secret. Revealing other people's secrets, on the other hand, that's pretty common." She stretches a bit. "What have you been getting up to, Jones? I mean, really. I don't know you THAT well." She raises an eyebrow at him, thoughtfully. "Secrets are interesting." 

:'''{{#var:181|Oliver Queen (181)}} has posed:''' There's no fanfare to his arrival. No bodyguards. There isn't even a Limo pull-up (though if one takes the trouble to look for it, it's down at the end of the block). Oliver Queen walks through the door in a well tailored business suit. "This place is still going. Wow! It's been a while." Oliver states with a mix of wonder and excitement. The billionaire CEO hasn't been in the mainstream news outside the business section for a while... but the gossip columns have a liberal attitude towards discussing his dating life, and his steady dating of one Dinah Drake is making tongues wag since he's been keeping her around for more than a few weeks. "I've always preferred here to big belly burger." Oliver notes as he steps up to the counter, "I'll have a chocolate shake and your best cheeseburger, please." 

:'''{{#var:1949|Betty Cooper (1949)}} has posed:''' Betty Cooper laughs at Jughead in a 'mock insulted' manner, "Okay then.. what 'real news' have you found Jug? If you have anything more important in mind that we can run I will do it! Trust me I would rather not run 'The Wolves of Riverdale' as our next headline." In fact she is really hoping that Jughead has something. She does note Ollie's entrance but doesn't make a big deal about it, she just taps on her laptop a bit more. 

:'''{{#var:1621|Jughead Jones (1621)}} has posed:''' Jughead holds up his hands in supplication. "I'm not saying anything. Just offering an opinion. Besides, it's high school, what are they expecting anyway?" Not that he's not one of the first to push for something better, but he's not got something else stuffed up his sleeves to offer. His glance strays over to the newcomer. "Pop's doesn't usually get folks in here who could buy the place outright, does he?" Barring Veronica Lodge - well, her father could buy the place outright. Or Cheryl. But the Blossoms wouldn't likely stoop to adding a Choklit Shoppe to their repetoire. Besides, rumour was, and it was a quiet rumour, that they weren't doing all that well. Hard times had hit everyone of late. "No expose on the head cheerleader? Or scandal about the football team?" He quirks a smile at Brooke. "Me? You know me, always staying out of trouble. Just me and my fries." And, as if to prove the point, he dips one of the now dwindling supply of fries into ketchup and gives her a half-hearted salute with it. "Best fries around. Surprised you remembered my name, though." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke hmms and tilts her head ever so slightly, as if she had tasted a curious and familiar flavor. Her eyes flick briefly to the new arrival, without apparent recognition. None she displays, anyways. She listens to the back and forth quietly. "Oh. I remember an incident or two. Peter Mullen was saying things about more than just ME, you know. Plus, I have a good memory, anyways. And yeah, they ARE good fries. Kind of a shame I usually can't stand them. All my bad habits gave me up." 

:'''{{#var:181|Oliver Queen (181)}} has posed:''' "Some places are worth keeping independent." Oliver states firmly as Jones speaks, over his shoulder. Then, the rest of his body turns to regard the rest of the group. Green eyes sweep to Brooke, Jones, and Betty in turn, being the most active of the people in the place, "interesting bunch." An amused Oliver gives offhandedly. 

:'''{{#var:1949|Betty Cooper (1949)}} has posed:''' Betty Cooper raises a brow, "Jughead you know I don't like to gossip.. besides anything we run on Reggie or Cheryl would be old news by the time our paper prints! We have to run real stories, things that affect all of Riverdale. I guess wolves it is then.." She sighs, "Just great.. wolves. But this too shall pass I guess.." She listens to Brooke for a moment before glancing at Ollie again as he addresses her group, "I think I recognize you.. big business guy right? What brings you to Riverdale?" She is of course hoping for a story.. anything to replace wolves.. 

:'''{{#var:1621|Jughead Jones (1621)}} has posed:''' Jughead just grins at Betty, munching away on his fries. "I don't know. We might not be printing gossip, but nothing says we can't write stories on individuals. And the Blossoms are big news. Reggie, too. People eat that stuff up." He gobbles up a fry as if to demonstrate just how people nosh on such tidbits. "Not sure how wolves affect all of us. Or stories about wolves being sighted. I mean, if that's what you're going to use as a rubric for print. Most folks will think you're writing bunk. You gotta think of the bigger picture sometimes." He grins at Ollie when the man speaks. "We like to think so. Pop's has been around forever." Since the kid's parents were kids, even. "Just, we still don't get a lot of folk of your sort around here. Even if the food is good." His grin remains easy for the man. "Interesting, how?" Not to forget Brooke, that grin is flashed her way. "I try not to remember that." He says of the teasing and bullying he had during his younger years. She's right though. He'd been a victim often enough. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke murmurs as an aside to Jughead, "Hey, want more fries? My treat. And I really hope you aren't having any more trouble anymore. I mean, you were always really cool." She turns her eyes to Ollie, as expected from the shift in conversation. "Who knows, maybe he has a business lead for you." She nods to Ollie, just some random celebrity. 

:'''{{#var:1621|Jughead Jones (1621)}} has posed:''' Jughead's grin remains an easy thing. "Nah," he tells Brooke. "I kinda have to scoot. Family business." He makes his apology to everyone, including Ollie. Most especially to Betty. "I'll be in early tomorrow morning to help you with the paper if you want? Might have enough pocket change to spring for the coffee this time." 

:'''{{#var:181|Oliver Queen (181)}} has posed:''' "You've be surprised how many people think they have business leads but are just looking for handouts." As Oliver turns back to the counter, before he pulls out a bluetooth transceiver. Taking out a smartphone, he hits speeddial for Dinah, "Yeah. It's me. I'm taking a break at the pops chock-lit for a half hour or so, if you wanted to come down here and get dinner with me. I know you're busy with the shop." Oliver states into the bluetooth. 

:'''{{#var:1949|Betty Cooper (1949)}} has posed:''' Betty Cooper looks at her laptop some more after Jughead leaves, then closes it. With a smile to Brooke and Ollie, "If either of you know anything that can help me replace "Wolves of Riverdale" as a headline, please tell me. Honestly it's been quiet in town and there's not much to write about. Jughead is right though, the wolves are just a rumor, a temporary interest. It's not real writing honestly.. but it's all I have right now.. so yeah.." She leaves her booth, laptop in hand, "My mom's going to kill me for being out this late as it is.. I'm usually here in the evening!" She waves and isn't far behind Jughead out the door. 
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5741/Tea with a Dragon

2018-11-08T05:50:43Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' it is early in the morning. The studio is fairly quiet at this time of day. Most of the people who might show up at the studio tend to work 9 to 5 jobs, and most people just do not want to wake up early. Still, this is a wonderful time to get your training in, and many many people take advantage of this block of time to do their morning routines and exercises. Brooke is no exception to this rule, at least today. She already did some running and other exercise outside, and now she is back at the studio, sweeping up, stretching, and preparing the place for the day. She is dark skinned, young, with a soft build from extensive qigong and soft martial arts training. She moves effortlessly, almost noiselessly, to a level unseen in most martial artists. Her extensive Chi training is immediately obvious to your trained senses. The studio is empty right now, though the lights are on and the places obviously occupied. The front door is unlocked, and there is nothing that would bar you from walking inside. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' And walk inside he does. THe Last Dragon, perhaps the Greatest Grandmaster of them all (but the title of 'greatest' and 'best' are fickle names), enters into the dojo wearing the traditional attire of a grandmaster of the martial arts. Though his version is black, with a crimson dragon coiled in artistic fashion, with a hood added to the collar in the event that he needs to be more secretive. But, his hands clasp behind his back, and he smiles softly to the woman before him. "What a lovely studio. I hope you make good use of it." the Dragon speaks for the first time since his arrival, feeling the chi energy of Brooke. Was he there to train with her? 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke lightly centers herself, tilting her head ever so slightly as she extends her qi to inspect the new arrival. Slowly, she inhales a breath then releases it in a peaceful fashion, before turning to face you with a relaxed smile on her face. Her eyes briefly scan your body, before she bows politely. "Such a pleasure to meet you. Would you care for tea?" She softly gestures toward a kettle and a shelf full of traditional teas in one corner. "Or is this an urgent and worrying matter?" She steeples her fingers lightly, always reasonably prepared. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard gives Brooke a light bow as he lowers his hood. "The pleasure is mine. I would love a tea. I care not what kind. Perhaps surprise me?" He smiles softly to Brooke as he moves to a mat, sitting down cross-legged. "No urgency. Just coming to visit." He will wait patiently for the tea. "I should introduce myself formally. My name is Richard Dragon." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke nods and considers you briefly. After a moment, she drifts over to the shelf, scans through the contents like a librarian scanning a bookshelf, and brings out a fine traditional black tea with notes of ginkgo and lavender. "I am Brooke Harris, although I am sure that is not the only title by which you have heard me called. I have heard something of your reputation. It is a great honor for you to visit a somewhat competent dabbler such as myself." Ah, and there is that self-deprecating presentation of a Taoist. The kettle is filled with water from a glass jug and begins heating. As the water heats, she places two cups in the center of the small table between the chairs, the entire operation done gracefully. Finally, she places the kettle in the center of the table, and gestures toward the chairs without suggesting one or the other. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard smiles softly to Brooke, bowing his head. "I have heard of you. I think you are also called Yin." he often pondered who her Yang was. But, with a soft smile on his face, Richard stays seated, hands clasped in his lap. "Please, you flatter me too much. I simply wished to see this place and the master who trained in it. and please, have confidence in your work and your home." He seems to smile a little brighter. "Tell me, what do you train here? What styles, if any?" 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke nods her head agreeably, taking a seat opposite you, or randomly if you do not move to sit. "I do qigong, several varieties, taijiquan, xingyiquan, baguazhuang. I have dabbled a little bit in some other styles, but I do not claim to be good enough to teach them." She takes a sip of tea, briefly smelling the stea coming off of it. "And some acupressure, medical qigong, a bit of biofeedback. Some Feldenkrais on occasion." The tea is softly set upon the table, form and posture always perfect and soft. "I am always looking for more tips about how to aid the functioning of the body." 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' "hmm...I see. quite the repertoir. I'm surprised you don't teach. You should open this to others, whether they pay or not. You could have an impact." Dragon advises rather kindly, sipping on the tea with a soft chuckle. "Well, the healing of the body is, as i like to teach it, taught by the spirit. If one can believe they will get better, and learn to hone their chi, it will prove to be a great aid in their recovery." A pause. "I've found that certain unorthodox ingredients help as well." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' "Oh, but I do teach on occasion. I just recently sent a gifted student out into the world." Brooke savors another sip of tea. "I hear she is becoming established in Gotham City these days." She lightly swishes the tea in the cup a moment, considering her next words. "It's mostly the question of how to present the information in such a way that will offer the greatest impact. Without, of course, leaving me at the mercy of a mob of people demanding my services rather than learning to heal themselves with the teachings." She gives a slight shrug. "I would love to be the one to teach people how to, say, cure cancer. I don't even need credit. But who wants to do the hard work? That part seems more difficult, for whatever reason." 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard seems to nod very softly. "Who might that be, I wonder? You do not have to speak of it. But, in the event that she abuses what she was taught....it'd be nice to know." he chuckles softly but he nods. "That is something that comes with time." he answers softly in regards to her question of HOW to teach it. "In order to do such a thing, you must first take the first step and be willing to teach, which it seems you've already begun. The rest comes with time on that long road." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' "I don't think that she had settled on a name really. Not last that I had seen, anyways. I'm not the only one keeping an eye on her, but I am trying to make a point of checking in here and there." She nods. "Oh, I know. It just seems as though some of the people I have tried eventually get it in their heads that I could just do it for them." She takes a short sip of tea, pausing. "They're right, of course, which makes it even worse." Brooke looks up at you. "And what have you been working on? Any interesting projects that I might," she considers her wording, "Learn from by proxy? Possibly even assist with." 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' "Hmm...interesting." Dragon doesn't seem to speak much more on the mystery identity of this mystery woman. But he /DOES/ offer her a chuckle after sipping his tea. "Eager, are you?" He grins lightly, but he turns very serious. "Shadow organizations are on the move. Familiarize yourself with a group called the Hand." and Richard Dragon stood up. "The Devil of Hells Kitchen is a strong authority on such a subject. If you wish to assist? If you can find him, then you are prepared for what is coming." he smiles. "Thank you for the tea." he lifts his hood up over his head and bows to Master Yin. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke bows her head, nodding agreeably. "Of course, Laoshi Dragon. It is rare for me to find teachers who can teach as much as experience can, these days." She listens further, considering. "I haven't encountered him yet, although I have had some slight experience with both the Hand and the Foot. I will be sure to keep my eyes open, though." She taps her chin, considering the moment. "You are, of course, welcome to tea any time you wish. My doors are always open to a master such as yourself." She rises in a slow, relaxed movement so that she may return the respectful bow. "I am sure our paths will cross again at some point. I look forward to our next meeting. And now, I must prepare for the morning classes. Be well." She moves softly to open the door for you, respectfully. 
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5263/If you litter, the ghost will be bitter

2018-08-29T05:57:19Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir had some time today to slip home and take care of a couple of things before dusk. With her current load out, she was being extra careful to be well out of town before it started getting dark. She also dropped her friend a text, but she hadn't heard anything back so far, so... Anyway, she has a bit of extra time, and she has been putting out feelers for 'super powered martial arts fights', specifically for ones where things might be being lost or misplaced. Unfortunately a bit of a long shot. But she keeps hearing tickers in her own backyard. So now? She's snooping around in an empty parking lot looking for a stick. Which may or may not be cursed. Lets chalk this up to 'poor impulse control'. It made for an odd, vague follow up text to Dawn, with an address. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:'''     Running around in Sunnydale anywhere after dark is a bad idea. But when Dawn gets the message, she passes it on to her sister, and so it's not going to be the brunette Summers, but the blonde one, who will move to try and find Erika before worse things find her. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' It's still sunny. For now. Erika picks through the grass by the parking lot carefully, checking her phone frequently. Right about the time you come walking up, she is digging out a worn wooden rod, broken on one end, carved in runes that aren't readable from a distance. She frowns a bit and looks in the grass for the other end. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:'''     Buffy approaches. She /vaguely/ remembers Erika; the other girl was a freshman when Buffy was a senior. But, then, that was when a giant snake exploded the school during the graduation ceremony. The blonde closes in. "Hey there...Erika?" she asks, inquisitively. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir spins and holds up her fists and a sharpened stake held behind her arm, mostly concealed, but pretty obvious to someone who regularly uses sharp bits of wood for violent reasons. It is maybe not the best balanced one you have ever seen, but definitely a sharp pointy piece of hardwood. "Who is it?" She frowns and digs through her memory, you LOOK familiar, but the name hasn't clicked yet. The runic staff falls on the ground behind her and rolls back toward the curb. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy is sort of the /expert/ on using sharp, pointy bits of wood. Heck, her favorite stake has a name. She looks over. "Dawn's sister, Buffy." she offers, as she looks over when the runic staff falls. "Soooo...not exactly the accessory of the season?" she nods to it. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir hmphs. "Last time I was in town, somebody tried to eat me. Then there was the swordfight at the lawn, and people keep getting attacked by cyborgs and stuff... I'm.. looking for useful stuff. It's complicated, I guess." She frowns, because she realizs her explanation is.. pretty incoherent. Why couldn't she have been bulletproof or something simple? 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' "Useful stuff." Buffy repeats. "You may want a better stake than that, if you're looking for something useful." There's a faint smile, intended to let the other girl know she's in on the weird stuff. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir looks at the stake. "Maybe, but I don't know how to make stakes. Or fight with them. I was channeling a badass assassin girl last time, and I used a /pencil/, and if I use any of her stuff, I'm going to get in trouble. My teachers are jerks." She frowns some and kicks a rock. The broken stick slides a couple inches along the curb, weakly, earning a suspicious glare. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:'''     Buffy opens her shoulder bag. "Here." She flips a stake, effortlessly timing the rotation so it'll be handle-end-first when it gets to Erika's hand. "I mean, it's nothing special, but I've had a lot of experience making them." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir catches the stake and looks at it, hmming. "Did you carry it around through a fight or anything?" She looks down at the rune stick sliding a bit farther. "Okay, I know that's not normal to be doing that. Should I be worrying about this?" She edges back toward you. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' "Sure." Buffy says. Of COURSE her gear is working gear. "And it's not safe to be out here at night. So, while I wouldn't want you to HAVE to use it, at least if you have it, you can. What's the stick?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir frowns. "I don't know. Somebody posted that they saw what looked like a kung fu fight out here the other day between a guy with a staff and a guy with a sword or club or something. They said the staff got broken. It was.. pretty vague. So I figured while I was here.." The stick starts sliding along the curb, then bounces up into the air and falls onto the grass. "..O...kay?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy frowns. "Not the sort of behavior you expect in a garden-variety stick." She moves over towards the stick, to bend down and try to pick it up. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' The stick snaps together with another similar stick and rises suddenly from the grass, held by a pair of ghostly hands in a fighting position. Some wind blows around nearby. Erika Kristasdottir frowns. "Okay yeah, that's weird. What should I be doing here?" Just to be on the safe side, she peels off her right glove and pockets it, then grabs the stake, jerks, makes an incoherent noise, and closes her eyes, fluttering her eyelashes. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy looks over, concerned. "Hey! You okay there?" she says, looking quickly between Erika and the stick, trying not to take her attention off either. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir takes a deep breath, blink, and shakes the static out of her head. "Whoo.. I'm fine, just getting ready with this thing if I need." She frowns some. "hey-" She shuts up suddenly and steps up, uncertain. The staffmoves a bit, then spins and strikes at Buffy's head! A windy breath of a voice hisses, "dddie, vampiiire!" as the staf twirls to strike again, ghostly outlines creeping up from the gloves along the arms. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy is kind of the definition of trained combatant. Not to mention superhuman strength and reflexes. She snaps up an arm to block. "Uhh, kind of the opposite? Slayer, not vampire." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' The staff ghost fills in to the shoulders and neck, which looks distinctly chewed upon. It strikes again.. your skill is good enough to block, but those blocks with your arm HURT! then stabs with the somewhat sharpened (before the stick was damaged in the past) end. "Vaampire.. diiie..." Not a great listener, it is. Maybe because it has no ears yet? Who knows. Some ghosts just aren't very good at avoiding compulsive behavior, really. Erika Kristasdottir edges around to flank-ish the ghost, completely bewildered what to do in situations like this. "Okay, so what do you do with ghosts?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy frowns. "Fall back and get a magic expert. But, let me try this first." She'll snap out a full power kick at the staff...maybe she can break it. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' The staff snaps apart at the place it is already broken, and the ghost starts unraveling. The staff falls, snaps back together, and the ghost starts reforming again, bringing the staff up to a fighting position. Erika Kristasdottir ums, "Well, that looked like it /kind of/ worked, anyway.." She frowns. "Sorry, I don't have any souvenirs from people who know about ghosts and magic. Maybe if we stick the end in something?" She digs out a gardening mitt from her bag. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy scowls. "Right now, I'll settle for buying some time." But Erika's idea is a good one. Buffy moves in to grab the staff and bring her palm across it at the weak point, but this time she'll keep hold of one piece if it works. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' The staff gets snapped apart again, then tries to pull itself back together, with a pretty easily resisted amount of strength resembling that of a kindergardener. It doesn't do anything else combative other than wiggling around to try to reconnect. Erika Kristasdottir fist pumps. "Awesome! Like.. I think THAT deals with that thing? Well, like, for now anyway." She looks around some. "Um, so anyways. Now what?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:'''     Buffy considers. "Right now? I take this end off to someone who's more an expert." She looks to Erika. "Wanna come?" She'll offer. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Sure! I might need to figure out how to get out of town without getting chewed on after that, is all. Maybe I can get a lift.." She tags along, pondering what to do now and checking the clock. "Um. Anyways. So.. Slayer, huh? That's super cool. I just do weird stuff with stuff I pick up." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:'''     Buffy blinks. Oh, yeah. She did drop that. "Yeaaaaah. That's something we're gonna have to talk about. C'mon." She gives a wave. "I can probably handle the out of town part." 
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5239/Astral Flux: Fear Factory

2018-08-25T15:45:43Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Jean apparently received the video that Erika sent her, as she summoned her to her office for an urgent meeting. When Erika arrives, Jean is sat behind her desk, and motions for Erika to take a seat. "Thank you for sharing that video with me, Erika, I've been trying to get Emma but she's been quite slippery...I take it you know what I'm about to say?" She asks, looking curiously at Erika. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir frowns a bit in thought. "Not.. Really. I mean, I don't know what angle you are going to take. I talked to Mr. Summers about it when I went to detention, because I know I was breaking some rules and invading privacy. He sent me back to class. I don't really know what it all means, though.." She frowns and bites her lip. "And I never heard anything more yet." She looks around, a bit worried and uncertain, climbing into a chair and putting her hands in her lap to keep from fidgeting. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Very well...you may not realize it, but you've actually put your life in danger." Jean explains, "you almost allowed a terror currently infesting the Astral Plane into your mind...in other words, try to avoid using your gift on anything belonging to a telepath in the coming days." Warning issued, Jean adds, "but what you did helped me realize that Emma is under attack, and is behaving erraticly as a result. So in that regard, you did do some good." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods... Slowly... Trying to process that. She takes a tense breath in and lets it out slowly. "... Okay. I'll try. I've been looking through some random stuff trying to find anything useful, and I don't know who left things sometimes. I wish I could get some better stuff more reliably to start with. Like a fighting souvenir - if I tap Laura, it puts me in a head space that gets me in trouble later, and she doesn't.. Deal with it afterwards the right way anyhow. And I want something better for running away and hiding anyways." Obviously going a little bit off track in her head because she can't fight or flee a telepath the same way, but that distress track is definitely running and kind of running her mouth for a little while she tries to figure out what she really needs to say. Then suddenly, "Who was she? Who got eaten?" Which is more information than others have. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "There's a good guideline then, if you don't know who something might belong to, maybe try not to use your powers on that item? I hear Mr. Summers already went over with you about the issue of privacy invasion, yes?" She frowns the moment Laura is mentioned, "I would advise not to touch any of Laura's belongings altogether. You like taking risks, don't you, Erika? You have no idea the world of trouble you can unleash..." When Erika asks a more specific question, Jean furrows her brow, "who are you referring to?" She asks, wondering just what Erika knows. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir bites her lip. "That night we had the earthquake. I woke up because someone.. Touched me. In my head. A woman. She was fighting, and she was being brave, and then she was losing, and she wanted to warn everyone. Then something ate her. It was.. Really clear, but really fast." She chews her lip. "You know how to do psychic defense stuff, right? Can you make a souvenir for me with you doing all those and thinking about the things you would want me to know if I need them? I'm still trying to learn those, but you're just a lot better at them? And it would be like having you there if I really need it..." She digs out a handful of silicone wristbands from her bag and pushes them across the table to you, with an unnerved, kind of fearful edge. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Did you get a glimpse of that 'something'? Did it look anything like what you saw when you touched Emma's belonging?" Jean starts calmly, before following up with, "did you hear any of the warning offered by the woman?" The request from Erika does give Jean pause, as she considers a brief moment, and then shakes her head. "That...would not go the way you expect. I cannot do that, it will only put you in greater risk..." Jean doesn't elaborate much beyond that. "I think you should keep away from thoughts of having anything to do with telepaths at the moment. If you avoid it, you will be much safer. Try and build up defense, and you'll flag yourself a threat, and no momento any telepath will make for you will give you the finesse required to survive, let alone defeat, that unknown entity." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' And there it is, that fear edge that makes her powers fit her; that need to have people with her when she's afraid, protecting her. Her gloves are a gift from Rogue, new gloves, unworn before being put in an envelope. But it was Rogue who put it in the envelope, so there's a brief touch of her mind on the gloves. And the memories frightened Erika... And she opened one of the gloves, just to have that touch behind her, as useless as it is. She swallows. "N-no, it was fast, and there were no words, it was like.. She knew she was about to d.. Die, so she yelled at me to tell everyone. But I don't think she yelled at ME, just.. Everybody. There wasn't anything about what ate her." She chews her lip. She's in danger, so she can't defend herself. O... Kay... Way to ramp her fear level up. She swallows slowly. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' With Erika fearing so 'loudly' Jean cannot help but listen in on her fears, as she grins at the student, "calm down, Erika...what I'm doing by not giving you anything of mine, like you asked, is keeping you safe. If you shy away from the belongings of telepaths, you cannot be reached. Which is why I refused...to keep you safe." There's of course much more, but all the better not to even mention. For one thing, Erika is a student, for second, even Jean isn't quite sure of the full scope of it. Something Jean and the Professor are puzzled by, should not be given to a student at all. Let alone a non-telepathic one. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir might not be a telepath per se, but she knows she's psychic, and sensitive, and therefore... Vulnerable. "Aren't I? I don't really know what I am really. I read some of Laura's senses and thoughts once when she let me hold her boots while she was wearing them. I don't know what to do with that." She fidgets some. "I'm scared.." She hears the reassurance of safety, but she can't help feeling like she's on the wrong side of the wall to be safe. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Psychometry isn't Telepathy..." Jean states flatly, looking intently at Erika who seems to wrap herself in fear. "Reading Laura's thoughts is an anomaly for a Psychometric, but you still had to employ psychometry. You didn't do it without the item belonging to her, specifically while she wore it..." Jean muses, there might be some more to Erika's power worth exploring, but she's quite adamant when she states, "if you stay away from the belongings of telepaths, no harm will come to you, do otherwise, and I think that dark tendril creature will be after you just as it is barrowing into Emma now..." the tone is much stricter than usual. Jean really doesn't want to put Erika in harm's way. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir looks at the desk. "... Okay." Of course, if whatever it is gets through, it might not matter, so she isn't sure how safe 'safe' is going to be in the end. She takes another slow breath. "Is there anything else I can do? To get ready? I'm worried that he will be coming.. Whoever it is. And then I might stand out no matter what." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "The only ones who are in danger, far as I understand from exploring the Astral Plane, are telepaths all over the world. Regardless if they are mutants or not...I think this is a telepathic parasite growing recklessly, taking any who connect with the Astral Plane, which is why you should keep away from the Astral Plane. Easy to do when you're not a telepath. Which is why I warned you not to touch items belonging to Emma, or Elizabeth, or any other telepath you know of." With Erika ever restless, Jean sighs, and gets up. She walks around the desk to plant her hands on Erika's shoulders, if she would allow it, before using her empathy to calm Erika down, "it's going to be alright...nothing is coming for you. You are safe. But if you must...a tip in the event you miraculously wind up in the Astral Plane, which you shouldn't, I would be very cross with you if you do...the secret is to not see with your eyes." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir has a sudden flash of analogy. A 'boyfriend' (who she wasn't actually interested in) of hers from years past played video games. In one, the more powerful your character became, the more dangerous the enemies became. So she remembered a dull at the time explanation of how he was avoiding getting good at his skills so he wouldn't have to fight harder monsters. She's pretty sure this is a horrible analogy, but it's bringing her a bit of comfort and control right this instant. She settles into the touch immediately, even without the empathy. More than anything else, she didn't want to be alone. "Don't see with my eyes. Okay. I don't know how I would even get there. I won't try to find out. Should I... You know. Stop going to powers classes for now? If they make me stand out more?" 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "I honestly don't know of any way that Psychometry links you to the Astral Plane, it just doesn't work that way," Jean continues to reassure Erika, "if you're a latent telepath, I haven't seen evidence to suggest that much. If you must have a memento from a telepath, you should seek out Elizabeth, I will not give you one because I believe it's a risk for you...maybe Elizabeth will disagree, if you can convince her otherwise. I refuse to put you in harm's way." Jean concludes her view on the matter, squeezing a bit at Erika's shoulders, "and yes, eyes fool you in the Astral Plane, it is the mind that counts. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other things I need to take care of." 
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5226/Astral Flux: Hello detention, my old friend

2018-08-22T16:30:43Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir walks in to detention first thing in the morning, before checking anything else with her hair still damp from her morning shower. Tan gloves, black jeggings, studded belt, black V-neck sweater. Huh, guess not everything in her closet is a T-shirt. She puts her bag down, carries her textbooks to a desk, and flops into a seat, then looks up and heaves a big sigh. "Good morning, Mr. Summers. I came like I said I would, because I smoked three cigarettes on school grounds, I'm underage; I invaded a teacher's privacy, and I probably endangered students somehow because I wasn't sure what would happen. Just because I want you to know that I planned on being here for that. I was worried." She frowns a little. "And it sounded like Julian was worried too, so if it helps Miss Frost, the detention is totally worth it." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Scott Summers sits at the front of the room with a fresh cup of coffee steaming on his desk and a morning paper spread open before him and held in his hands. He sits up straight in his seat with one leg crossed over the other. When Erika enters the room, he drops one side of the paper and glances over at her. His eyes follow her across the room until she finds a seat. Once she begins to speak, he folds the paper closed and then folds it over itself one more time and drops it onto his desk, "Slow down, Miss Kristasdottir." He rises from his chair and steps around to the front of his desk where he leans back against it, crossing one foot in front of the other and folding his arms across his chest, "First, are you okay after what happened?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir inhales slowly, collects her thoughts, tilts her head a little bit in thought. "Yes sir. I mean, I don't know any more about it anymore than you do. We both watched the video, and I remember what I did. I don't think there's anything else that stayed behind. Except for the smell. Yuck." She frowns a little bit. "And I haven't been brain swapped with a frog or anything, so I'm guessing Emma hasn't got around to me yet." She crosses her ankles and bites her lip. "Please don't let her brain swap me with a frog." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Scott's lips purse together and the corner of his mouth stretches slightly to the side as he listens to Erika, recalling what he watched on the video she provided to him. He has a probably rudamentary understanding of her abilities so he knows why she did what she did and why it was necessary for her to smoke the cigarettes so that really isn't much of a concern to him. Obviously she shouldn't be smoking at her age, especially on the mansion grounds. But there's a part of him that respects her for taking action. "Ms. Frost isn't going to swap your mind with a frog's, don't worry." Ordinarily the sentiment might make the man grin, but given the circumstances and what could be considered an invasion of privacy by a student, there's not too much humor in it. "You do realize the severity of the situation, correct?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir looks down. "Not completely. I just knew something was wrong, and what I DO know is scaring me. And I don't know what anybody else knows or is doing. I don't really know what else I can do." She frowns some. "I'm really worried about Miss Frost. And everybody else." She looks up again. "And I know she is going to be super mad at me, and I don't care if it helps. I just couldn't stand worrying when I know I could do something. But I can't just /fix/ anything? Just, you know. Find things out so somebody else can fix them." She frowns. "And then walk down to detention because I know I didn't do everything the way I'm supposed to." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' She may not know the full scope of what's going on and what she did, but Scott can tell that she has a deeper understand of the situation than even she may realize. "You're saying that aside from what is apparent on the video that you recorded, you have no further insight into what happened with Ms. Frost?" He will have to have a conversation with Emma not only about what happened with Erika but also about what's happened to her in recent days in general. And also make sure she doesn't swap out Erika's consciousness with that of a frog. He idly reaches up and rubs his chin between his index finger and thumb. "I appreciate you sending this video and being transparent about what you've done. I do want to impress upon you that what you did could be very dangerous and obviously infringes upon Ms. Frost's privacy." He returns his hand to his chest and continues, "I know that this was a special circumstance and you understand that what you did was a difficult choice. For that reason there's no need for you to remain in detention." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir hmmms. "That and I have GOT to get a better way to hold souvenirs like that. I was picking flakes of sweaty ash off of my boob all night. Eeew. I don't know how though." She listens and nods, "Yes, sir. I don't remember what it was I was seeing or feeling. That's why I recorded it. And I made sure I had people there, just in case. You might try talking to Julian, though? He talks to Emma more than I do." She nods, chewing her lip a bit letting her bangs fall over her eyes like she does when her moods are shadowed. "Honestly I was scared that Miss Frost might have been dead, after all the nightmares and stuff. SOMEBODY got eaten, and they were strong enough to tell EVERYBODY. Everywhere. That scares me." She hugs herself a bit. "But I guess I can go to class. Can you, like.. tell me what you find out? Because I'm going to be worrying all week." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' There are very few people around the mansion whose experiences it would be safe to experience. Emma Frost is certainly not one of them. With her abilities and her past there's really no telling what sort of an effect it could have on someone. Especially a student who hasn't had enough time to really develop her skills and the ability to cope with those abilities. "I appreciate your concern for Ms. Frost and I'm sure she would appreciate it as well." He pushes away from the desk and steps back around towards his chair and picks up his coffee to take a quick sip. "I'll let you know what we find out, so don't worry." He forces a polite smile and nods at her before lifting the cup to his lips and taking a slow drink. 
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5223/Astral Flux: Smoke Signals

2018-08-22T05:27:27Z

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|Synopsis=Souvenir investigates Emma Frost with some cigarettes. Julian and Laura are perturbed by the revelations and methods.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' A hand fills the screen and is pulled away to reveal Erika Kristasdottir, in her usual band shirt (Black, Halestorm, this time), a faded blue denim jacket worn open, skin tight black jeggings, cross body black shoulder bag, and heavy dark eyeliner, long wavy hair low over her eyes. One of her hands is uncharacteristically bare, in which she is holding a cigarette and a lighter. She steps back away from the camera, which is apparently propped against the stone wall beside a secluded set of benches behind the school. She waves at the camera. "Hi, Souvenir here! I don't know if this is going to work, and I don't want to get in trouble if it doesn't do anything, so I'm recording this so I won't forget. I forget things like this, usually." She looks down and pulls out a small paper bag. "Miss Emma has been acting super weird lately, and I followed her around a lit. She didn't used to smoke, now she smokes all the time. It's a certain brand nobody else here likes, I couldn't get one but it probably doesn't matter. Here's a few of them. I have others." "Anyways, then the school shook, I had screaming nightmares, something about a psychic getting eaten, so I am super worried. I have some of her old cigarette butts and I'm going to read them and see if I get anything important." "Sometimes I have to be doing the thing to get anything good, and the only skill I know she was doing was smoking." She makes a face. "Ew. The things I do for you guys." 

:'''{{#var:1852|Alek (1852)}} has posed:''' Alek is on the edge of the camera vision, he has his hands stuffed in his pockets and he rocks back and forth on his heels, "Nightmares are odd.. What can I do to help in this endeavour? You can learn from cigarette butts right?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir looks back, "Yeah. And other stuff. Anyways! One, just make sure I don't like, pass out and bang my head, or start screaming in tongues and blowing everything up with pink lightning or something. I don't know! It's MISS FROST'S souvenir. I haven't messed with her stuff before. And two? Keep any teachers away till I find stuff out. And, I don't know, whatever else seems helpful, okay? I'm winging it here." She reaches in the top of her shirt and pulls her bra away from herself, then pours a few cigarette butts in the top. Because how else do you make sure to touch the things? She jerks and hisses, eyes fluttering for a couple seconds while she gets her senses back. "..Okay. Am I still here? I think I'm still here. Ugh! I need a better way to stash souvenirs, seriously. I was worried that I would touch one of those and start channeling Miss Frost or just have my head blow up or something." She takes a deep breath and releases it shakily. "Okay, there's a lot of tension in this." 

:'''{{#var:1852|Alek (1852)}} has posed:''' Alek eyes glow a bit more blue, "I'll keep us off the cameras, my contribution I guess. And I'll.. do something if you do start to turn into a pink nuclear cloud. I guess." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Well, not off of MY camera, anyways. Okay, I'm tapping this thing now." She breathes faster, tense, breathing with her shoulders. "Oh God, it feels like something is trying to get into my brain with its little bitty finger... Thingies.." She swallows, biting her lip nervously and smoothly lighting one of the cigarettes. "Dark, spiky... Thingies..." She shivers hard and sucks in a puff. 

:'''{{#var:1852|Alek (1852)}} has posed:''' Alek says, "Squid Brain things? Creepy. Why couldn't it just be plain old nightmares huh?"" 

:'''{{#var:728|Julian Keller (728)}} has posed:'''      Off-camera, some footfalls can be heard, and a huff before a familiar voice is heard. "Sorry, has to ditch a tail. Did I miss the fun?" Julian Keller had arrived, also out of concern for his mentor. "I just hope Miss Frost doesn't make us think we are 60 year old Jewish retirees after this is said and done." Some more steps before he comments again. "Oh, a camera." His face comes into view. "Helloooo, handsome!" He says to himself, adjusting his hair a little. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir sucks on the cigarette rapidly, with Emma's mannerisms, much different from Erika's. "So far, I just feel like I am having a panic attack with spiky squiddles trying to chew my brain. I should have grabbed some matchbooks. I want to light the matches and let them burn down to my fingers." She mimes the motion anyways with her gloved hand, holding an imaginary match in her fingers then shaking it out, then curses and lights the next cigarette, crushing the first one underfoot. "...Oh god." 

:'''{{#var:728|Julian Keller (728)}} has posed:'''      Julian watches as Erika does her thing. "Can you be more specific? Like what the hell is a squiddle?" 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:'''     X-23 starts to make her way through. The smell of the smoke makes her wrinkle her nose up, unpleasantly. "What is going on?" she asks, as she approaches. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir whimpers and closes her eyes tightly, trembling as her voice trends rapidly toward Emma Frost's vocal accenting and intonation. "I can't let him in.. Don't let him see, don't let him see, he can't see.. He sees I know he sees.. ShutupshutupshutupSHUTUP!" She hugs herself tightly, eyes tearing up. She stumbles away from the first crumpled cigarette and holds her breath, teetering and on the verge of falling, not doing anything to right herself. Julian's question goes unanswered for now under the.. whatever. 

:'''{{#var:728|Julian Keller (728)}} has posed:'''      Julian looks to X-23 as she makes herself known. "She's trying to figure out what is going on with Miss Frost. As to what she's seeing...I have no idea." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:'''     X-23 walks over, and reaches out to grab Erika by her upper arm, making sure to grab where her shirt covers. "Get up." She'll pull, surprisingly strong. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir is caught, not doing anything effective to stay balanced. "Wallswallswalls I can't breathe..." After a few seconds, she gasps in a breath. "They're in my head.. Wallswalls.." She takes a step, righting herself shakily. "Oh god the spiky thingies again..." She panics and desperately sucks in a puff off the cigarette, holding her breath and relaxing a bit for a few seconds After a few, she blows out the smoke slowly and looks increasingly alarmed, sucking in another puff. "..The smoke helps somehow.. It feels like some things with spiky finger things are trying to break into my brain.. I can't see them with my eyes, they're.. like THINGS oh god-" She sucks in more smoke in alarm. "..I don't have the words. They're.. trying.. to.. hack.. in." Exhale, quick inhale, the last cigarette is lit and she throws the second one down, crushing it out. 

:'''{{#var:728|Julian Keller (728)}} has posed:'''      Julian's cobalt eyes widen at the clearer verbal picture of this thing. "What the hell? This thing is getting at her?!"   Hellion's teeth grit at the thought. His eyes glowing green. The gravel at his feet rises a bit in the air before he leaps up and hurtles himself towards the lake. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:'''     X-23 frowns. She'll reach out to forcibly take the cigarette away. "Stop. Now." she says, determined. "Or I will knock you out." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir swallows. "I think this is just looping. He.. HE is ALREADY WATCHING.. I don't want him to be.. get him out, get him out.. And.. the THINGS.." She swallows hard and nods at Laura in tears, sucking in one last puff of smoke, putting the cigarette to the side on the stone ledge. Then, she starts trying to fish all the little bits of cigarette out of her bra. This turns out to be harder than planned, so there's some frantic messing around with her shirt involved to get the last one out, flailing around in an embarrassing sort of fashion. "Gaah, oh GOD that sucked.. I'm getting this to Jean and Charles." She taps the screen once. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:'''     The dark-haired living weapon looks over to Erika, and frowns. "Don't do that again." She's actually concerned, but she doesn't know how to express it, other than to tell her not to put herself in danger again. Finally, she turns. She has someone she wants to talk to about this. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir bites her lip and straightens herself. "..Thank you, Laura." She sighs, watching her go, then reaches her hand toward the camera to retrieve it and turn it off. She needs to show this to some people... 
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5189/Astral Flux: Nightmares And Things

2018-08-17T04:20:30Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:'''     Some people had a hard time sleeping last night. Vague nightmares. Some people are well trained psychics, with guarded minds. They generally slept pretty well, able to protect themselves from the invasion.     Erika Kristasdottir, on the other hand? had /screaming nightmares/ and woke half the hall up, proceeded to curl up in a ball and be a complete and total mess. It's just now that she is finally... finally.. able to get some clothes and her gloves on to make her way down here. And she collapsed on the way, so she needed help getting the rest of the way. She looks like a MESS. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:'''     Having heard the scream from where he was grading papers late into the night (yeah that happens when you're also a member of the X-men and a teacher), Bobby quickly made his way from his office to the hallway just in time to see Erika collapses against the wall. Rushing forward, Bobby reached an arm down under Erika's shoulder and helped to right her, "Erika. What happened?" he asks, looking around as if an attack were imminent. When her response is slow in coming, he crouches and gets an arm around her back and hooks her arm over his shoulder. "Let's get you to see the Professor. I'm sure he heard your scream."     Luckily it's not far to the main office section where the Professor usually is at any hour of the day. With a quick knock of formality, Bobby pushes the door open and helps Erika in, "Professor, I'm sure you heard the scream, but Erika needs something and I'm not sure what." 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:''' Professor Xavier was indeed woken up by Erika's screams. Both her physical scream and the ripples her mind made in the telepathic plane. With worry on his face, Xavier slides into his wheelchair and puts on a jacket for the cold, a blanket across his legs as he rolls after the sound. That is..until young master Drake opens the door to his office. "Bobby?" then he sees Erika. "Quickly, lie her down over there." one of the couches that was available for when Charles was meeting with parents or discussing important subjects with students and faculty. As soon as she was set down, Xavier would try to read her mind. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:'''     It takes a LOT of psychic sensitivity to pick up all the thought impressions left in inanimate objects.. but she doesn't seem to have any specifically telepathic skills, so there weren't any vectors she needed to worry about. But that last psychic burst wasn't... specifically.. telepathic. Her doors were wide open, apparently.     Erika Kristasdottir whimpers. "She was screaming... She was screaming... The.." She waves her hand around vaguely. "She was fighting.. She lost. She..." She runs her fingers through her hair, coughing a bit and crying. She is easy to move, cooperative but disoriented, and lies down. The memory is clear, vivid, and burned into her mind with all the intensity of fresh trauma.     Erika Kristasdottir was asleep. Not much memory there. Then a *woman* dropped into her mind, in that way that objects tend to do, snapping her awake. And she immediately absorbed the message.. She was fighting. Strong. Resolute. Calling out a warning cry into the ether. And then.. she was gone. Devoured, eaten, losing the battle.     What she was fighting was unclear, and Erika's way of classifying contacts is alien enough that you can't be sure who it was. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:'''     After helping to settle Erika in on the couch, Bobby stood in an almost protective stance nearby as the Professor went about his work. "Do you know what's wrong with her?" the math teacher asked, not really waiting until the Professor had a chance to examine her.     The words Erika utters and the visions Bobby sees through the help of Professor X stagger him. "Who is she?" he asks as if it should be the most basic of questions with an easy answer. Bobby looks between Erika and Charles with a hopeless look, wanting to help or do more, but knowing he's out of his element when it comes to dreams, visions and the like. All he knows is he stands ready to help. 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:''' Charles reads her mind and he sees what he is meant to see. Though he does try to dig a little deeper. But he answers Bobby in the outside world as he asks. "I don't. This is...a new development." Charles answers. Another question, another answer. "I do not know, young Drake." Charles then focuses even deeper, as if now trying to figure out and decipher this warning cry the mysterious woman had given. Honestly...Charles as the most psychically sensitive individual in the school aside from Jean Grey. But alas, he keeps looking. It was intense. Vivid. Loud and crazy. But...He has no idea who the woman was that seemed to have lost her fight. "A message...but from whom?" With a subtle thought, he attempts to wake Erika up to try to learn more. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir is awake.. but bleary. "I don't know who she is.. I'm sorry. It was so quick.. And I don't recognize her. Maybe if I find something of hers..? But I don't know where I would start." She droops and looks down. "I... I'm afraid of what it was. That was really loud, and whatever it was ate her? I just.. I don't know what to do about that.." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:'''     Bobby helps Erika sit up after she awakens. "Whoever she is....she needs help? Unless this was a death ripple?" Bobby seems out of his element, but eager to track something or someone down. "We should check with others....see if anyone else had the vision or knows who it might be." Bobby stands up a bit straighter, "I don't think it'll do to wake anyone else up who isn't...but we should start looking into it as soon as we can." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Bobby looks at Erika, "We will figure this out." To Professor X, he says, "I'll see if anyone else has visions and have them gather tomorrow." 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:''' Charles looks to Erika. "Shhh...don't overexert yourself, young Erika. Rest. I can help you do the rest." he tells her as he notices that she's not only traumatized, but also that she happpens to not know any more else than he does. Though he now looks to Bobby. "I find myself inclined to agree with you Bobby. I believe this was more than a death ripple." he sighs lightly. "But....I cannot say for certain. We will know more in the morning." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir swallows and nods, chewing her lip. "I'll.. I'll do whatever I can, Professor.." She trembles a little bit. "I can't let that thing eat everybody." She looks down some. "I.. I thing I'm going to study the rest of the night. I don't think I can sleep." 
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5173/Evening Checkin

2018-08-15T06:56:34Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin is in her personal workout space, having sent out a message awhile back. To kill the time, she walks the pattern on the floor, back-weighted, shifting through Baguazhang palm changes with the various turns, meditating. She keeps an eye on Carrie's practice as she does, ready to step in if called for. There's a hidden entrance in the back that can be found. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley is practicing though she long ago forgot what. Her body is moving practically on automatic while her eyes are drifting shut, and blinking open again repeatedly as if she were trying very hard to keep from nodding off to sleep. Somehow she's still moving. Eventually a yawn sneaks through however, and she pauses to snag up a water bottle taking a long pull off of it as she shifts from the routine she was doing to take a momentary rest. 

:'''{{#var:181|Green Arrow (181)}} has posed:''' Into this Mentor/student session comes one Green Arrow. With things in Starling settling down into a more controllable chaos over the pure battlefield that was the fungus war, Green Arrow has taken to being much more active in the city these days. A number of gang wars have could have turned into bloodbaths have been averted, and a couple arms deals have been broken up since Team Arrow has been on the case. Tonight, though, Green Arrow is more interested in other forms of evaluations. His mechanical quiver has his staff/bow on it's sling, and the domino masked visage of the man can be seen as he steps through the back entry. His voice mask is on as the white lenses of the mask drift over to Carrie, "busy, I see." Green Arrow quips as he moves to the edge of the practice space. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin slips a white skipping rock into her hand in a palm change and throws it across the room at Carrie to parry, block, dodge, or get hit with in her stupor. "A bit. I had more than a few things to say about the last incident. Hopefully I have built up a bit of a theoretical base to work from in future. Boost your blood oxygen, we have company. You can REM out after our company leaves. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley lifts an eyebrow at the somewhat familiar voice, and the sight of Green Arrow appearing in the room. The water bottle is already raised to her lips to drink but that stone coming at her... The other arm sweeps up to snag it out of the air without even looking directly over at Yin as she'd seen the movement from the corner of her eye. Whatever training routine they had going, she was picking it up admirably fast. Or, perhaps being sleepy as she was, her body was just following the new programming she'd been forcing on it. It was difficult to tell. "Mm. I didn't really like how that last time went to begin with. I would have handled it differently but..." She shrugs some. "To be honest the fact that they were split into two groups threw me off a bit. Had to rethink things for the future." 

:'''{{#var:181|Green Arrow (181)}} has posed:''' "Are you referring to my jab at the Bat-school of hard knocks, or something else?" Green Arrow inquires casually as he moves to sit down. The quiver and transitioned bow are placed against the chair, and he leans back into it. "I can agree with Batsy that this isn't something you get into lightly. Doing what we do requires a certain standard, or you're just a liability on the street that needs to be taken out of the field." Green Arrow gives a side nod to Yin, "A lot of people call us heroes... but don't think about the cost. The sacrifice." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin frowns and crosses her arms. "They were in three groups. Adds, Bats, Civilians, Doors, Exits, Firearms before you Go. And you did the Thing. Don't do that, it puts your team in danger. Can you explain that back?" She shrugs a bit, moving through another palm change, then closes and slips over to the refrigerator, looking back at the Arrow. "Can I get you anything? Oh and by the way, does the name 'Shiva' mean anything to you?" 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley rolls her shoulders back earning a few little pops of her spine in the process. It's audible, but given the groan that follows it's not painful--Just a release of tension. "I started training before I even figured out why I wanted to train. At first I thought it was so I wouldn't face being helpless again. That was just what I told myself... Though likely the start of it," she explains to Green Arrow. When Yin speaks up she grimaces, and gives a nod. "Don't fire into combat when your teammate may also be in the line of fire and thus unable to aid. Always make sure the civilian is safe first." With that explained she continues on with what she had begun saying to Green Arrow, offering a small shrug at the switching of her trains of thought. "I grew up in Gotham. It was always a matter of knowing how to hide, or how to run, to stay out of trouble. I grew up being a potential target just like everyone else in my neighborhood. I can't state that I can change the way things are completely. Even Batman has issue with that, still. But," she adds looking at Arrow with a stern expression. "I have the ability to TRY where not everyone can." 

:'''{{#var:181|Green Arrow (181)}} has posed:''' "I know the name. She's trained quite a few people over the years, both behind the mask and those without them. Why?" Green Arrow asks of Yin as he sits. Then, we Carrie finishes, Green Arrow gives a nod, "The will to make the world better is where it starts. We're not as bad off as Gotham is, but we're up there." Then, a dismissive wave is given to Yin, "I've eaten already." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin looks at Carrie. "You look really sleepy. You will notice that there's literally a lot of build up in your brain tissue right now. Part of sleep is that you flush the brain and clean it out physically, like lymph. Part is REM where you compile and sort memories and things you have learned. See if you can get a little bit of awareness of that process while you are asleep. Take notes first thing when you wake up. Sleep as late as you need, but I won't go easier on you if you sleep late." She nods and drifts quietly into a chair. "She stopped by the other day to see if I rated a Michelin star. I gave her tea. She decided not to kill me. I thought you might want to know." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley nods slowly at Yin. And again at Yin. She's still nodding by the time she's given permission to go sleep, and she takes another gulp of her water. Leaning her weight to the side she tips slightly over toward Green Arrow to mock-whisper, "Take me with you. She's going to kill me one day." It's all in good fun though, and it is followed up with a yawn as she rocks her weight back properly. "Okay, okay, I'm going. Feel like I'm going to keel over as it is. Preferably on something soft." A smile is flashed to the pair as she adds, "Good night." 

:'''{{#var:181|Green Arrow (181)}} has posed:''' "She seems like she has some potential. Since you've been keeping up with it, she isn't failing, at least." Green Arrow notes as he looks back to Yin, "Lady Shiva is in the city? Things are chaotic enough without her brand of 'fun' getting involved." He sighs, "do you know if she's staying?" 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin shakes her head. "I don't think she is, but the school at Mandrake and Glenmore closed suddenly from a mysterious death in his training room after our little tea party. The master there was terminal and eventually he would have died badly, but I have my guesses. That leaves a bit of a power vacuum between his three schools; the one on Vickie street in particular has some ties to gang activity that were festering, so now I am going to be sniffing around there a bit. Three Kings territory. I don't know what their connections are yet." She reaches over and snatches a paper map off of the refrigerator to point the relevant spots out on. 

:'''{{#var:181|Green Arrow (181)}} has posed:''' He doesn't get up as Yin does, but when the map is grabbed, Green Arrow stands and moves over to where she places it. The quiver and bow are kept at the chair. "Probably thinks she did him a favor, and is going with a 'the strong will prevail' mindset from the power vacuum." Green Arrow shrugs slightly, "she's always struck me as that sort." Green Arrow observes as he looks where she points. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin nods. "I knew this was coming, I just didn't know it would happen right now. I just wanted to let you know so you could keep an eye out. Besides that, there's some weird reports from Wire territory that I am going to need to check out. Probably some sort of boosters or they picked up a meta. Claws and animal bites." She tilts her head and looks up, "Any news from your end? I know you've been very busy, and I haven't been able to get all the latest because of it." 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:''' Black Canary slips into the back door and down into the basement. Canary has a different costume now - she now wears a black facemask that matches her leather bustier. Also, Dinah got a haircut, but her costume now includes a wig - with longer hair and a lighter-blonde. She's doing her best to differentiate her two personas appearance-wise so nobody connects the two. She smiles faintly as she doesn't announce herself, just walks over. "Arrow. Yin." She smiles faintly - even her voice is subtly different. 

:'''{{#var:181|Green Arrow (181)}} has posed:''' When Black Canary walks in, he's quite capable of hearing her entry though Green Arrow almost doesn't recognize her and it shows with the confused frown. Then, he gives a low whistle, "Didn't expect the wig, but I like the face mask." Green Arrow compliments her, before he looks back to Yin, "I'm tracking down someone from a previous deal. It's slow going with the way they're doing business, but I'm pretty sure I can find her soon. She's a sort of middlewoman between some of the gangs in the glades and the smugglers coming in." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin looks up at Canary's arrival and nods in approval. "That's a good look." She nods at Green Arrow's explanation and looks up at the Glades on the map, thoughtfully. "Is there any tells I should keep an eye out for, hopefully before 'Suddenly they are all armed to the teeth?' It's not in my usual route, but I might have my student start to do a bit of information gathering soon to see if her tactics are improving." 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:''' Black Canary smiles faintly. "It was suggested that I make some changes so 'Dinah Drake, billionaire girlfriend' and 'Black Canary, loud and kick-ass vigilante' look different." And she even SOUNDS different, her voice having a deeper tone to it. "So - wig, mask, and deeper voice. And staying a bit quieter while doing my day job." She smiles. "Oh, did Yin tell you that Lady Shiva paid her a visit?" She sighs softly. "Apparently she gave Yin a stamp of approval. We have to keep such threats in mind though." She paces back and forth a bit. "Sorry I was late - I had to do inventory." 

:'''{{#var:181|Green Arrow (181)}} has posed:''' "There are a lot of people trying to take advantage of the PD getting wrecked. A lot of grudges and turf wars. We can't handle it all, but we can keep most of them turning into serious bloodbaths." Green Arrows points along Brittania Beach, "I'm sure they have a cave system with enough room for cargo haulers somewhere around here, and are using it to bring supplies into the glades. I've been able to keep them from making any serious deals, but it's only a matter of time." Green Arrow starts to head back to the chair to grab his quiver, "I was just checking in here. I've heard of a major leader coming through Lamb Valley, and I need to be sure he doesn't start anything." With that, he heads out the back exit. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin considers a bit. "Honestly, if anyone wants to take the girl aside and teach her some things, you are more than welcome to. I know my limits. There are sneakier people, and my background is medical, not forensic or infiltration." She nods. "I already mentioned. She left a bit of a mess for me to clean up. I would be tempted to learn what she knows about healing, but I'm sure I couldn't pay the tuition." She nods at Arrow, "I have a suspicion there's an underwater entrance on the northern side of that, if there are caves there, but I don't know enough about marine life to be sure. Good luck." 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:''' Black Canary smiles. "My background is ass-kicking. I'd be happy to teach Carrie some of that. Or singing lessons." She ponders. "I don't think I've met your student. Send her my way sometime - you know that old warehouse I use for practice." She smiles, winking. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin nods. "Will do. I'm good at ass kicking, too, so I don't know how much more of that she needs yet. Voice lessons maybe. Mimicry if you can teach it. I'm sure I can't. She's pretty good at acting." She shrugs and gestures vaguely. "I'll send her over some time, anyways. You can get a better measure then." 
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5122/Big Bad Wolf and Halloween Eagle

2018-08-07T05:24:47Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Lyssa is in the rec room, reading over a course catalog a bit, wearing her abbreviated costume and slippers, generally slumming it. She hmmms, flipping through it and tapping her chin a bit, considering. Otherwise? It seems pretty quiet. No immediate sources of righteous fury today.. though that can always change. She has a phone open next to her, having her own 'Breath-signal' sort of setup seperate from everything else. She glances up at any sort of noise, scribbling on a notepad. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     The noise of the coffee machine springing to life is the first indication that there is someone else present in the rec room. Raven herself is not necessarily a master of stealth, but she is the best at just appearing in rooms without much heraldry.     She's dressed like she always is. Boots. Sweater. Probably yoga pants? The sweater's too long to really tell. She seems to be minding her own business, putting together caffeine with a side of bitter acidity. 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Lyssa tilts her head at you thoughtfully and considers a bit. "Hello." She hmms, making a little bit of space. She gives a couple of seconds to let the greeting settle. "How have you been doing? I know you needed some time to recover after that last bit of craziness. And we haven't really talked much so far." She smiles softly, social nicety satisfied plus honest concern. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Raven is, at best, the cold shoulder personified. At the attention from Lyssa, her head turns. She looks as glum as ever, and though she's not overtly hostile, it's clear she's not exactly the talking type- which, admittedly, is to be expected. "I was recovered from it before it even happened. I'm fine."     Note, of course, the typical gothic non-committal to the conversation. She didn't ask how Breath was doing, just gave her answer. At least, she didn't run away. So that's good. 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Lyssa nods. "I'm glad to hear that." She considers. "Is there anything you might have any interest in hearing about me? I don't know a lot about you, and I should probably change that if we are working together much. But I don't want to just quiz you like.. Iunno, Robin on an obsessive jag or anything like that." She reaches in a small bowl next to ger, pulls out a grape, and pops it in her mouth to munch on, shrugging in what she hopes is a nonagressive, non-creepy way. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     "At the risk of sounding like Robin," she begins, sliding the pot free and pouring a cup of coffee that is, by some miracle, not instantaneously frozen just by being around Raven. "I'm not entirely the most... Sociable type. You can quiz. I'm an adult, I can refuse to answer. I won't, however, feel the need to ask any questions in response. I prefer the lightning round." 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Lyssa hmmms, considering. "I gathered that. I thought you might have at least a few questions, though. Even if they are completely business tactical." She frowns a little bit, thinking. The pen gets tapped on her chin again, and another grape is devoured as she considers what to ask. She starts with, "Can you tell me a bit about what has happened to make you act the way you do? And if there is anything that is especially uncomfortable for you? I wouldn't want to accidentally.. you know. Trip you up or remind you of anything especially awful." 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     There is this light shrug as she takes the first few sips of her mug of coffee. The expression she has is hard to read, as if she's bored, but not of -Lyssa- specifically, just bored in general. Lyssa isn't making it worse, but as with all social interactions Raven engages in, she's not making it better.     "The less you know about me, the better. I can tell you anything you want to know." A pause, "But I won't. I'm not some... Spring flower that's easily 'triggered' by the mention of something I don't like. It takes more than that. You'll be fine." 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Lyssa hmmms and frowns. "Alright, what are some things I can do to help you?" She hrmms, looking at her papers a moment in thought. "Is there anything that I should bring to your attention if I encounter it that might not be completely obvious?" She thinks a bit. "Like the.. Nevermind, Vorpal said we shouldn't bother you with that yet." She reaches over and intently grabs several grapes, sucking them down one by one in a row. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     "If it seems like it exists in more than three dimensions, don't touch it. If it came out of a portal, it's best to call me or the League. If it seems like it's above your paygrade, it is." Standoffish, sure, but at least -some- of that isn't dismissively okay advice. "And if Vorpal tells you to do anything, it's probably a bad idea." 

:'''{{#var:1274|Lyssa (1274)}} has posed:''' Lyssa nods. "That sounds simple enough." She nods. "And as far as Vorpal is concerned? I'm not sure what to think about him yet. Other people trust him. He came back, a bit traumatized, trying to scribble pictures of something in his head, but he could never get it right. I was immediately thinking a little bit of column A." 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Raven ponders that for a few spare moments, but her comments following are the sort of hard to read, half-hearted disparaging that entertains, if nothing else. "Well, to be fair, he was probably voted most likely to write on the walls of his padded cell. I'll look into it if I have time."     With that, she starts making her way upstairs, not necessarily interested in teleporting with the coffee. 
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5101/22 Questions

2018-08-05T05:54:27Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1852|Alek (1852)}} has posed:''' Alek has been wandering Xavier's, this visitor and hopeful student has found one of those places where he spent a great deal of time in high school, he's playing an video game by himself, apparently happy to play single player. He also seems to playing the game with simply a hand being on the controller and his eyes shut. Normally he'd get a few people gawking at him but in a place like this, it's almost expected that some of the residents are oddballs. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir wanders in and tilts her head, grabbing a drink. "Oh, hey. New guy? Technopath?" She gulps some of the drink and some random fruit with a gloved hand, looking over Alek's shoulder to see what he's up to. Presumably some ridiculous feat of win, but you never know. Black Converse, black tight jeans with checkerboard belt, grey Halestorm shirt, plaid flannel long sleeved shirt, black skintight leather gloves, lots of black eyeliner, black shoulder bag. Earbuds, not in her ears at the moment. 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy arrives in the rec room not long after Erika. She heads over to the cabinets to grab herself a stick of beef jerky from within. She seems to be growing a little more comfortable with herself because she's not wearing her hoodie at the moment, instead opting for a dark orange tank-top. The rest is black leggings and a red pleated skirt, though -her- Converse shoes are white. The leopardine girl spots Erika across the room, and wanders over that way. "Hey Erika," she says, and offers a smile to Alek should he have opened his eyes by then. "Heya," she greets him, before biting off a chunk of beef jerky... which she swallows without chewing. 

:'''{{#var:1852|Alek (1852)}} has posed:''' Alek is not really being flashy in his playing of the first person shooter, Erika causes him to quickly pause the game and he does open his eyes and look towards the voice... his eyes meet hers a moment before they seem to dance a bit as he speaks, "Ooh Hi. Well, Technopath? I.. figured out how to talk with them and I listen too. Technology is so much more ordered then the real world. People are too chaotic. No offense. I. have difficulties with people." His body language is a bit off as well, he has a slight rocking motion which he looks like he's trying to deliberately controlling it. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs! "Hey Cindy! How's it going? That top looks good on you." She gives a thumbs up, then turns her attention back to Alek. She tilts her head a little bit at the stimming, then nods at the explanation. "Okay, that makes sense. Technopath is pretty much literally 'talking with machines', so yeah." She bites her lip a little bit and tries to remember hazy memories of Sesame Street, then glances at her bag, trying to remember what odds and ends she has in there. 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy grins broadly at the compliment, her tail giving a stiff twitch and her ears turning a bit pink on their insides. "Thanks," she replies, "Still diggin' the all-black." She looks to Alek, blue eyes surveying him a little bit. "You talk to technolgy huh?" she asks, "That's pretty neat. Erika absorbs skills from objects..." She looks at Erika again a moment. "Does it have to be something they use a lot? I never asked." Then back to Alek. "I got claws and I guess what is superhuman agility." She lifts her free hand, curling her fingers to flex them, causing her feline claws to extend. "So what's your name?" 

:'''{{#var:1852|Alek (1852)}} has posed:''' Alek looks to the claws.. and fingers, "Neat. Alek Simon..." he looks to the ground a bit, "It's not just computers though.. I feel atoms, I feel what things are made from. I.. didn't know they were atoms until Science class.. Everything is made of little colored spheres." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir hmmmms, "Just a second." She pulls out her phone and blips around on it a bit, then scrolls through a spreadsheet a bit. "It has to be something they had while they were using the skill." She looks at an entry, words a short code to herself, then starts digging around in her bag a bit. After a bit of a search, she pulls out an old pen with a tag on it. "Say, to take notes in a psych class that I don't take because I'm in History that hour." She checks the tag, then pulls her shirt away from her, and tosses the pen into her bra, letting it snap back into place at the same moment. She tilts her head, twisting a bit and making incoherent wrist wiggling for a couple seconds, whimpering and fluttering her eyes closed. 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy nods her head, tail flicking a little. "Nice to meet you, Alek," she says with a small smile, "You see atoms, huh? That's... probably pretty intense. I can't even imagine." She takes another bite of beef jerky, looking to Erika for a moment when she goes into her power-state. She just watches, having come to understand it's just what she does and she doesn't need to be alarmed. "So you're new here?" she asks Alek, looking back to him while Erika does her thing, "How long have you had your powers?" 

:'''{{#var:1852|Alek (1852)}} has posed:''' Alek watches erika, "She okay?" he looks to Cindy, "She.. reading the pen? I... have always seen the world differently.." he's now rocking as he sits on the couch as he talks, his eyes never keep contact long when talks to someone, "I was born with Autism.. I am more luckier then others... and I guess I have a gift in exchange." he shrugs.. he finicks with the controller in his hands. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir whews. "Okay, back now. If you need to stim, you can, don't need to pretend on my behalf. So you like.. see things on a super small level? Like a microscope, or what? That's pretty cool." She blinks a little bit. "Yeah, I'm fine.. just it.." She thinks about the best way to explain, all things considered. "They have a bunch of memories in them. They have to compile first so I can use them." 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy nods her head, taking another bite of her jerky. "Must make it difficult," she agrees, before looking to Erika again. She nods, as Erika comes to a moment later anyhow. She's quiet for a moment as she lets Erika explain her power. "Must be pretty useful for getting homework done," she teases, "The rest of us still gotta do it the hard way." She gives the other girl a small grin before taking another bite of her meat-stick. 

:'''{{#var:1852|Alek (1852)}} has posed:''' Alek says, "Old objects must have alot of things to say.." he looks to Cindy, "At least having claws and agility.. feel bad for the guy who picks on you. I could ruin their game system and phone, about much I could do." His eyes wander the room as he seems to trace something to the windows and then his eyes pivot back to look at Erika again, "Could I see the pen?"" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ehs, "Not if I want to really know it. That part sucks. Like, I'm going to have to google 'stimming' later, even though I know exactly what it means right now. Huh? Uh.. I'd rther not, I'll lose the skill, and I don't want to do anything really dumb. Why? What are you looking for?" 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy gives a slow nod of her head, and finishes the last of her jerky. "You look human at least," she admits, "Can't count the number of times I've been followed around 'cuz I have a tail and fur. Pretty sure a lot of those people think I'm an easy target because I'm smaller than them, but I ain't afraid to bite 'em." She looks around a second, then walks over to grab one of the beanbag chairs. She brings it back and sits herself down on it, wiggling a little to get herself settled. 

:'''{{#var:1852|Alek (1852)}} has posed:''' Alek says, "Ooh so you only know stuff when your holding it.. Interesting. Stimming is what I'm doing now.. the rocking back and forth. It's hard to control.. So do you hold alot of things at one time? You must know somethings yourself.. not just the object telling you stuff." he seems curious now, "I remember all the objects I touch. I do keep my favorites though." as he quickly digs through his pockets, he pulls out a very old looking penny, "This is when there was actually alot of copper in them. New ones just have a coating."" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "That's neat! And yeah, old things have lots in them, but most of it isn't all that useful for me. I carry stuff in a bag and in drawers, filed away. I don't have the focus to keep everything open for a long time." She admires the penny. "That's neat, I remember that. They put it over zinc now, right?" 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy watches with interest as the two talk about objects and such. She giggles a little. "Sounds like you two have a little in common," she muses. Her tail gives a little twitch, and she pulls it across her lap, idly stroking the fur. "That's pretty neat," she agrees about the penny, "Maybe I should start collecting something. Or find a hobby at least!" 

:'''{{#var:1852|Alek (1852)}} has posed:''' Alek nods, "Dimes used to almost pure silver back in the day. And Nickles.. Nickle" he shrugs, "They really have just small amounts of those metals anymore. I mean everything has a little bit of everything just not.. noticeable as much any more." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Yeah. Do you spend a lot of time looking at coins?" She considers. "Maybe. I don't think we have the *same* relationship with things, even if we both do." She sucks her drink down through a straw, then gets rid of it. "I know a lot of people here like music.. Two big name musicians, and stuff. So you can pick that up if you wanted.." 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy gasps softly. "Oh!" She smacks her forehead. "I forgot, I've got an assignment I still need to finish." She smiles at Alek. "It was nice meeting you," she says, then turns to Erika, "I'll see you later, Erika!" The leopardess pulls herself out of the beanbag chair, picks it up and tosses it back to where the rest of them are, and then heads out of the room with a wave to the two she was talking to a moment ago. 

:'''{{#var:1852|Alek (1852)}} has posed:''' Alek says, "Coins are just one thing... I mostly just touch everything.. everything is a little bit different. People too. Same Atoms, different arrangement." he nods.. He sees Cindy go and gives a wave, "Bye. See you again, maybe?"" 

:'''{{#var:1852|Alek (1852)}} has posed:''' Alek say Maybe we don't..." as he zones out staring at the wall apparently, he says to erika, "It was nice meeting you.." he gets up, "Gonna continue my tour of the place? Recommend anywhere else?" 
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5103/A fearsome cup of tea

2018-08-05T04:54:55Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke is sweeping and tending the studio between classes, having run her tu di ragged earlier. She has tried to keep her calendar relatively free today. She drifts across the studio softly in gongfu slippers and a black gongfu uniform with a red embroidered top. No wasted effort in her movements, no sound. The door is open, the windows covered. She is the one watching the door today. As you approach the door, before you even open it, she pauses, sensing somebody's ch'i nearby, and turns to the door to see who enters. She settles herself, very relaxed as always. 

:'''{{#var:1032|Lady Shiva (1032)}} has posed:''' As the door opens, a woman enters. Her chi is strong, powerful, pulsing around her invisible to any but those with the abilities to view such things. She has on an Asian style shirt in red, covered by a black trenchcoat that flows behind her as she moves. Her legs are covered by simple black pants, feet in black slippers that make no sound as she moves. She is not here on business today, thus using the front door. She would be an unknown, someone who is not on any files or records. One who is not known on sight by others. Only that aura of her essence may give away what stands before Brooke. She pauses inside the door, seeking the woman within. When she spots Brooke, she gives a short bow, waiting for the return before she will move another step or say a word. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke considers the arrival briefly, taking in the great level of control of chi, and the very careful, balanced stance, eyes flickering a little as she very quickly sizes up muscle tone and other smal clues. Her eyes widen a little bit as she narrows down who it could be, then she bows, rather deeply in respect. She considers her words, releasing the slight tension that sprang up in that moment. "Welcome to my humble studio. I have been expecting you, though I did not know when you might arrive. Would you care for tea?" She gestures politely to the kettle on the wall and the shelf of Chinese teas above the small table set for such occasions. 

:'''{{#var:1032|Lady Shiva (1032)}} has posed:''' Her reputation often precedes her. There are different reactions to her arrival. Generally, they are not quite as polite as this. Respect begets respect. Shiva returns to a verticle position as she steps inside, closing the door behind her finally. "Yes, I would like some tea," she says as she walks further into the room. Her eyes never leave Brooke. Reading her, noting the hints that giveaway what she is. "You have been expecting me? That is ..unusual. Yet you do not fear I am here to kill you." To the point, her way from time to time. "Or you simply have no fear of the next journey?" Which is all death is. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke drifts to the tea and begins preparing it with the good water in the glass jug and the oolong she was gifted from the master herbalist in Gangsau province. "It would be unnatural to not fear of death. But death is inevitable. As are you, when someone like me becomes a little bit less clumsy than most of the people around her." She smiles a bit. Still a bit nervous, but it does not enter into her muscle tension. She sets the table with cups set equal distance from the chairs, and starts brewing the tea with the heated water, setting the pot on the table before drifting into a seat smoothly. 

:'''{{#var:1032|Lady Shiva (1032)}} has posed:''' "I hear whispers. People share information with me when they think I may find someone interesting." Shiva moves to the table, taking the seat opposite as she pulls out the chair. She sits but doesn't tuck up under the table as many would. Easy for movement if needed this way. She continues to regard Brooke, openly staring at her. "Some you have assisted tell me you are worthy of such attention. With your knowledge of me, it seems they have assisted in telling you things as well. I am displeased with this. I prefer my anonymity." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke nods. "I understand. I hear whispers as well. Almost certainly from the same people. I have not heard whispers about you. I have heard whispers about things you have likely done, with a conspicuous absence of information about how the things came to have happened. I hear sudden silence when certain topics are raised. Much in the way that a completely black garment is more visible in the shadows than a faded one." She pours tea into both cups in front of you, then casually motions to them to allow you to choose one. "I hope the tea is to your satisfaction." She smiles, keeping you in her field of vision, always keeping your body in her peripheral vision, even as much as she knows that if you choose to attack, she could not defeat you. 

:'''{{#var:1032|Lady Shiva (1032)}} has posed:''' Taking one of the cups randomly, Shiva lifts it in her left hand, raising it to her lips. She gives a nod of her head then sips, not waiting for Brooke to do so first from her own cup. It is a sign of respect, if not exactly trust, to do so. Perhaps because she knows she can deal with anything that have been added to the drink. "Thank you." Both for the tea and the respect that is being given her. She can tell Brooke is keeping her in sight. She finds that honestly to be a wise choice. One who would turn their back on her would be scoffing a her skills, as though she was no threat. "Tell me of yourself and your talents." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke takes the other cup and raises it to her lips, inhaling deeply before sipping. "I am somewhat competent with the Taoist sister arts. Taijiquan, mainly the Wu and Chen lineage; Xingyiquan, and Baguazhang. I am starting to get a good grasp of Qigong, and I have also trained in yoga, aikijujutsu, and a couple of other diversions of the sort. I have more control of my own body than most, I am a bit sensitive to the flows of qi, and I have some sskill at applying it with chinese medicine to others." 

:'''{{#var:1032|Lady Shiva (1032)}} has posed:''' There is no change of expression but something shifts in Shiva. The Zen feeling that seems to hang around her fades slightly for once such as Brooke who might sense it. Then that shift is gone and she is back to the way she had been, taking a sip of her tea then setting the cup back down on the table. Her hands are drawn back off the surface to rest on her lap. "What has driven you to learn these things? What put you on this path?" she asks politely as she continues to read Brooke's every shift, every movement. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke considers. "My mother is a yogi and a meditator. She has some skill in controlling her own body. I was born with a mismatch between my body and my mind; I had learned to be sensitive to how my body worked, and it went a bit wrong. They gave me drugs to stop it, and I had a bad reaction to them. So I dove into studying more about body control until I could cycle my body chemicals to the correct levels just by will." She sips some more tea, eyes drifting between your eyes and your silhouette, always watching you. "To do that, I had to work with a number of masters, and they felt I had a knack for it. They wanted to keep studying, and I found it fascinating. There are a lot of aspects to the human body that people just do not understand very well, that I have had to learn." She tilts her head, gaze slightly distant for a moment in contemplation. "Honestly, I feel that everyone should have access to that knowledge. The world could be better if people knew that with enough practice and knowledge, they could, say, cure themselves of cancers by will alone. I have no need to be the one holding the knowledge." 

:'''{{#var:1032|Lady Shiva (1032)}} has posed:''' "I see." Shiva gives a nod, unnecessary movement which means it is done very specifically and to convey a point. She approves of what she has heard. What that means in the long run is anyone's guess. "Sharing knowledge is to be commended. When it is for the right reasons." She sips her tea once more before she continues to speak. "Your path was one of personal enlightenment to learn more about the healing arts. Which often blends with the more destructive side, though most don't recognize that." She slowly rises from her seat. "I thank you for the tea. I have other duties to attend so cannot finish it. However, I will be keeping an eye on you." A promise? A threat? Hard to tell with Shiva. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke bows her head in return, though not so low as to hide your silhouette behind her forehead. "I would expect no less." She steps carefully from her seat and rises as well, steepling her fingers in front of her respectfully. She considers a moment. "While I will admit that pure self preservation suggests that I prefer not to see you again, and I know that it would be meaningless to hide that from you, should fate decide that you have need to contact me in future, feel free." 

:'''{{#var:1032|Lady Shiva (1032)}} has posed:''' That actually earns a brief, tight smile from Shiva. "Wise beyond your years." She moves to the door then stops there, turning to give a bow of respect to the master of this place. Then she opens the door and slips out. 
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5096/Feisty

2018-08-04T21:12:18Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir is on her morning run. Black sweatpants, running shoes, a long sleeved shirt, and black leather gloves in Rogue's style. Actually, they're literally the same gloves Rogue wears, that's who she got these from. Also, she has a small backpack with her, just in case she finds (or needs) anything interesting. She is sans makeup for the run, not wanting to deal with eyeliner while on a long jog. Now she's on her way back, looking around to see who else might be around. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Negasonic lays on the lawn, earbuds in, flicking through her phone and with her legs crooked as she sprawls on her back. Her stubbled head lays in the grass thoughtlessly and she has on a pair of sunglasses to shield her from the morning rays. She wears dark purple leggings, white sneakers and a tank top that says DON'T TOUCH ME in block letters across her modest chest. 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau has at best in regards to the school proper only lurked around the grounds, coming to and from his room inside of the boathouse, a motorcycle parked outsde of it often the only way to tell he was there. Lately it has been more present. A rare day for the Cajun, one of those where he actually rose with the son and didn't require a hangover remedy right away, feeling as though today might just be a day to be productive he's wearing black with a darker black striped light running pants, tennis shoes and a purple tanktop, a bandana tied up around his head, keeping his hair tight to his scalp and locked in place. No reason for the shades, hes among his own here those red-on-black eyes full visible, a toothpick hanging from his lips. A poor substitute for his smokes but for now, it'll do. A single earbud in while the other hangs, music blaring from it. A remake of 'No Diggity' from the sounds. Its running corner of a hill he's closing in around the lake on where Negasonic lays and no doubt an intersect with Erika. None who he recalls ever meeting. He imagines there will be plenty of those. The Cajun has been busy and gone a while. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir slows. Ooh! People! She waves at Negasonic, "Hello!" then stops, jogging in place a bit as someone else comes into view. Ooh. Meh, she's close enough. She sits down in the grass and starts stretching out and catching her breath, stretching out over her knees and pulling her toes up. She looks over at Negasonic and tilts her head. "What'cha listening to? I was rocking some Icon For Hire, but the last bit it just wasn't fitting the scenery." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Negasonic slowly slides down her sunglasses and pops one of her earbuds out, "You know I can't hear diddly shit with these in right?" she says, slowly pushing herself up to a sitting position. "If you were asking what I was listening to, it's a podcast called 'My Favorite Murder'. Try and guess what it's about," she says. She glances over and sees Remy starting to advance on them, "Jesus, another jogger. This place is turning into a friggin' Pilates class." 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy's jog doesn't cease by the two not until he's glancing over, his attention fixed enough he finds himself hitting a half-buried root on the trail, his toe clipping it and causing him to pitch forward. He fortunately catching himself on his hands and palms before going full faceplant, it looks about now like he is in the push up position. He won't admit reading Negasonic's shirt just tossed him for a rather careless loop. Going with his posture he remains there, looking over first at Erika then her companion, "Bonjour and good morning." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Oh, awesomeness. What was the latest one on? I was listening to Icon For Hire." She stretches out over the other knee. "Hey, I haven't even got to the punching trees bit, and I have to deal with weights here soon. UGH. I just don't want to kick my own ass again." She finishes that knee stretch, goes into a sitting splits type stretch, leaning forward, and waves at the new arrival, "Hi-ii! What's up? Are you a teacher here? Do you know how to do anything neat that you've learned? Not like.." She puts her hands out at a random tree and shakes them, "Zappity zappity, but like.. skills." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Negasonic pushes up to her feet, rolling her neck a little bit and brushing some loose grass off of her shoulder. "Yeah. Bonjour and shit," she says. "I'm Negasonic Teenage Warhead. This is Erika. She's eager. I'm not. Please tell her what she wants to know or she'll start vibrating like a nervous chihuahua." 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' "And shit." Remy quirks his lips and his brow, realizing he lost his toothpick in that nose dive. With a quick shove upwards he is standing, stretching one arm out before him and bending at the waist before his hand slaps back down to his side. Quirk turns in to a full on smile as he is asked about being a teacher, "Not currently, once maybe. " "You two petit be uh students, huh?" "Negasonic Teenage... what?" A low chuckle rolls free of the man. "Dat a mouthful, Remy, Remy LeBeau." He steps forward and offers his hand in a light shake to each. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir points at Negasonic and nods. "She's right, you know. I totally will." She climbs up to her feet, going ankle exercises on one foot lightly and extends a gloved hand to shake. She nods, "Yeah, I just started not that long ago because I can't sleep on an ordinary bed anymore which totally bites by the way and now I'm trying to get things figured out and stuff. What kind of stuff were you teaching? Because I am totally needing to figure out some stuff to do, I don't know, I feel like I need to like go break into a hospital and an army base and steal all the socks or something, well I guess it doesn't have to be socks but it's not like I can trust hair ties, lots of people don't wear them, and shirts are usually the wrong size." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Negasonic looks at the hand with a skeptical eye, "What am I, your accountant?" she says. Ignoring that particular nicety, she looks down at her phone instead, flicking across the screen with a finger. One good thing about being friends with Erika is that Erika will pay attention to other people, giving Ellia an opportunity to do what she does best: pay them no mind. "No, we're not students. I'm Professor McGonnagal and this is Dumbledore. Report to the Shrieking Shack for detention," she says. 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' The gloves are recognized the moment they're extended, Remy's hand closes over Erika's reflexively and he gives closer inspection. "I know these." He remarks quietly. "She must like you." A far away sound to his whisky and smoke cultured voice for a moment then he withdraws the friendly shake, the one offered Negasonic reclaimed. "Whoah, girl, slow down. I'm no teacher, not right now, maybe at best de janitor or a tutor. Still got to speak wit whoever be in charge, let 'em see what school like dis year around." Negasonic gets a sidelong look, a light noise comes out of Remy, "Fiesty, you even put the talking hat on yet? I imagine you got put in Slytherin or mebbe Logans team, huh?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Should I be using the other name? I mean, I HAVE one, I just never see anybody using one except you. I don't know what house Negasonic Teenage Warhead is in. The snarky kind of puts her in her own class, you know. Does Logan even have a team? I mean, I hang out with his daughter a lot. And yeah, we talk sometimes, we have similar issues and like, about the same size hands, ish. She's nice." She switches ankles. "I'm a psychometrist, and I have to wear gloves or I get zapped by everything I touch. So I need souvenirs. What do you know how to do?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Negasonic pulls out a stick of gum, popping it in her black-lipsticked mouth, "I don't really do teams," she says. "I blow shit up. It ain't complicated," she says. She flicks her eyes back to Erika, "Call me whatever. I mean, I did go to the trouble of picking the friggin' name, I might as well use it sometimes, but I'm nobody's mother. Go hog wild, see if I flick a fuck." 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' "Chatty and Fiesty. I can dig." Remy muses. "I see. Well, best you keep dem on then, won't see me trying to strip you of 'em." He winks his head. "Sounds familiar. I don't do teams either but here I am, here you are an' imagine that, we both good at blowing shit up." "Mutant name, I 'spose, Gambit. You girls can jus' call me Remy though. No need for dat other stuff right now, we all just enjoying some sun and music apparently." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nodsnods, "Yeah, I get the complicated. I get things from people and I can do the stuff they were doing when they were carrying them. I need to go hunt down someone to make me a better kung-fu ninja stuff souvenir though. Laura is a badass, but her headspace is really weird and it throws me off." She nodsnods. "I'm liking Souvenir, myself, 'cause I use them." She stretches her shoulders a bit and rolls her neck. "What kind of things do you other than blowing stuff up?" She's definitely noticed that bit is being evaded by now. She hasn't started vibrating like a chihuahua though. Yet. That might be imminent. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Negasonic chews carefully, blowing a bubble, "Basically, that's her way of telling you to watch your shit cause she'll start wanting your old yearbooks or some shit if you got skillz," she says. "Fiesty makes it sound like I'm an old lady talking sassy to the orderly at my nursing home. I'm a bitch. Get it right." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods and points at Negasonic. "Accurate. But like, I doubt I would get anything good out of a yearbook. People don't do anything cool with a yearbook. And yeah. 'Feisty'? Ew?" 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' "What else I do, well, time will show you that one, Erika." Remy says with a charming smile before he gives both girls a flip of his finger from his brow, "Got to get running again or I won't start, adorable an' fiesty." He fires back at Negasonic while he starts t o run again pausing just a moment to say, "I like Souvenir. It's unique." That said the Cajun is gone, running off down along the Breakstone. 
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5087/Fur in the soup

2018-08-03T04:39:07Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir strides into the kitchen confidently, as if it were part of her daily routine. It probably is. She has black, heavily lined and mascara-ed exprssive eyes, wavy dark hair with long bangs that are in danger of covering her eyes. She wears a T-shirt with a band logo (Tonight Alive, today) in black, a grey long sleeved button up (unbuttoned), black tight pants, black converse, and a pair of skintight black leather gloves for which she trades for disposable food service gloves, stuffing them in her black large bag. She goes straight to the closet and opens the door, looks at the door, and grabs the apron off of the middle hook, sliding her long sleeved shirt down a little before dropping it over her head. Immediately, she gasps sharply, closing her eyes and fluttering her eyelashes for a couple seconds, sitting very still and twitching a little bit, leaning on a wall a little bit. 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy comes into the kitchen a few seconds later, a bounce in her step and a cheerful expression on her feline features. She heads right over to the fridge, not noticing Erika at first, opens it and leans into it, pulling out a can of soda. She pops it open and is just about to take a sip as she turns and sees Erika leaning up against the wall. "Woah," she says, blinking once, in response to the excessive use of black in the girl's wardrobe. It's followed by a wide-eyed expression and a much more alarmed-sounding, "Woah!" She sets her can of soda down on the counter and rushes over, putting a hand on Erika's shoulder. "Hey, hey, are you alright?" she asks, the blonde-haired leopard-girl sounding rather concerned! 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir blinks a couple times. "Yeah, I'm fine, just a power quirk. It's annoying, but what can you do." She cracks her knuckles. "Anyways! Suddenly, I know how to COOK. Any requests? Usually I just do a stir fry or something quick and seared." She tosses a hair net on in a practiced way and goes to look into the refrigerator to see what's available. She hmms, "I'm Erika. Souvenir if you do the names thing, I don't know if I need to yet. By the way, are you really good at something anyone can learn? I'm always looking for souvenirs. I don't think I have seen you around?" 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy exhales a breath and puts a hand to her heart. "Power quirk," she says, nodding, "Scared the crap outta me. I thought you were like, about to have a seizure or something!" Her tail twitches a bit and she catches her breath, letting her heart calm down. "I, uh, I don't really," she says, "I'm just Cindy, to everyone around here. Everywhere else I usually go by 'hey you', or 'mutant freak', or 'get her'." There's a small sigh and a roll of her eyes. "I've been here for, uh, a year I think, but... I usually keep my hood up and my head down." She follows Erika back to the fridge, to grab the can she left on the counter. She takes a sip from it, watching the other girl looking in the fridge. "Is that how your power works?" she asks, "You, uh, touch something and learn how to do their thing?" Her brow quirks slightly, and her tail gives another little flick behind her. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods and starts getting ingredients out. Lots of vegetables. "Pretty much, yeah. I have to wear gloves or I get that every time I touch something." She turns on the burner, puts a pot down, and starts adding water and ingredients and spices in a way that looks almost haphazard, but smells good and curry-ish. She grabs a knife off the wall and a sharpening steel and starts sharpening it up. Shing-shing-shing-shing-shing. She puts up the steel and starts chopping vegetables quickly. "Darn. I got jumped by vampires last time I was out visiting my family and I used up my last kung fu souvenir, so I am a little nervous about going out right now. What do you like doing?" 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy watches, a little impressed by how easily Erika seems to handle the cooking. She keeps out of the way, leaning against the counter as she drinks her cola. "Not getting jumped by vampires, mostly," she says, "I'm... a pretty good swimmer, and ever since my mutation manifested, I've been a natural at gymnastics. If you wanna be able to do backflips and stuff, I suppose I can lend you a sock or something." She grins a bit. "Though I don't know how much of it is actual skill and how much is my natural agility, anymore." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir mmmmmhs, "Yeah, that's always super tricky." She stirs the broth, then turns the broiler on and heats a pan, throwing the vegetables in and searing them a bit then putting them in to roast for a bit. Bread is selected and sliced. "What else do you like to do? Is your family okay with you at least? The hoodie thing has to suck." She goes and starts washing the knives she used and the cutting board, and the bowl, letting things cook. 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy shrugs her shoulders a little. "I'm getting used to it," she says, "I'm... starting to get more comfortable being seen around here, at least. Nobody really... freaks out like they did at home. My parents..." She pauses, frowning a little. "They took some time to get over it, but they accept it's how I am now. I'm planning to visit them for the holidays. It'll be nice to be home for a little while, even if I have to stay inside." There's a small giggle from the leopard-girl. "At least the snow won't be so much of a bother anymore." She grins, then Cindy takes another sip from the can. She's still watching the cooking, enthralled. "Well, typical stuff, I guess?" she says, "Netflix, listen to music. I play volleyball, too, but... I havent' played in a while. Not since I changed, actually." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir oohs! "That's so awesome. Volleyball, huh? I thought about playing that, but then there was some weird cult killing thing with them, and.. yeah, I didn't get permission on that one. Did you want any?" She goes for the serving bowls and pauses to see if she's making two servings. 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy pauses as she's lifting her soda to her muzzle again. "...Cult killing thing...?" she asks, then shakes her head. "Nevermind, don't wanna know. I, uh, I'd rather not know." She nods her head about the food, though. "Yeah, if you don't mind," she says, "It smells really good, and I should know. I could probably smell that a mile away." She grins a little, her tail giving a small twitch as she pushes away from the counter she'd been leaning against. "Any idea what it's called, or did you just throw it together and let your powers do the thinking?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir hmms and tilts her head. "My neighborhood is pretty weird with that stuff." She nods and gets two bowls and plates and assorted silverware, puts the bread on it with the butter and such by it, then starts ladling in cury and arranging the roasted vegetables onto the plate, adding some sour cream in a swirl. "It's a basic curry with roasted vegetables. No specific name, though." She slides a finished and presented plate over to you, then starts cleaning the space and making sure everything is wiped down, quickly washing the dishes and putting them through the wash. 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     "Mmph, you had me at 'curry'," Cindy says, collecting the plate when it's slid over to her, and grabbing some flatware. She doesn't wait for Erika before scooping up a mouthful of it. "Mmm!" Cindy practically moans around the mouthful, knees bending a bit like they've gone weak. "Ooh, that's so good," Cindy says, "I don't think I've ever had anything this good in my life." The leopard-girl eats another mouthful, savoring it before swallowing. It's pretty easy to notice that she doesn't actually chew her food very much, instead swallowing most of it as-is, save for the occasional larger piece of vegetable. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir grins. "Yeah, it's pretty awesome. The cook here really throttles it back for picky eaters for the stuff they cook for everyone else." She takes some and nibbles a bit. "Hmm, could use a little fresh mint, but I don't see any in here at the moment. I should snip some on my way in next time, maybe." She pulls out a notepad from her bag, putting her regular gloves back on (twitch, twitch) and starts writing some notes for herself about the cooking, pausing to munch on some vegetables in between. "I lose it all when I take the apron off, but I try to take a couple of notes of thoughts that bubble up." 
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5068/Waiting for a bus

2018-08-01T05:47:07Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:348|Darkhawk (348)}} has posed:''' It was a game day, and Chris Powell was in letterman jacket. Well, he had the letterman jacket wrapped around his waist. He was supposed to wear it, but it was just too darned hot right now. Starling was going through a summer heat wave, and he was tugging at the collar of his white t-shirt, which disappeared into the blue and gold letterman jacket. It was hard to see with it wrapped around his waist, but he had his initials, CP on one side. Below, he had on navy blue shorts. It was a game day, but thankfully, he wasn't playing on account of a nasty virus he had picked up, which was giving him a cough and some flu-like symptoms. Right now, if he had to play, he'd probably pass out in this heat. He was walking down the main street to Riverside, since the game wasn't for a couple of hours, and it was going to be at Southside High School, as they were visiting the vile and nasty Seahawks. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke jogs around idly. She already ran her apprentice into the ground, bt that doesn't.. GET her anywhere different, and right now she has a couple of places she wanted to stop in at to check up on friends and acquaintences. She looks up and waves. "Oh hey, how are you doing?" Barely even sweating, what the heck. Black tank top, black sweatpants, are those sandals? She slows to look you over. "I thought today was a game?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:'''     "Thanks, Mr. Taylor," Kara called out as held the door open to the shop, letting a couple of her fellow cheerleaders exit first. They were all dressed in their Riverdale High uniforms, in preparation for the game later. They just had to get to the high school so they could load up on the buses and head out. There was a bag in her right hand which had a wide range of snacks for the trip. As she spotted Chris coming their direction, she passed the bag off to one of the other gals so they could continue on their way toward the school. She headed toward the Letterman. "Hey, Chris. Feeling any better yet?" she asked. She glances over at Brooke and smiles brightly. "Sorry, didn't meant to interrupt. If I did. I hope I didn't. Did I?" 

:'''{{#var:348|Darkhawk (348)}} has posed:''' Chris looked at Brooke, and seemed dumbfounded. He was hot wearing white, how was she not sweating wearing black on black on black. And sandals? Who jogs in sandals? Thankfully, before he can ask too many questions, Kara appears to distract him. "Um, no, Brooke Harris, have you met Kara Danvers?" He gestured so that the two could meet if they hadn't. If he weren't feeling the way he was, he might have given her a peck on the cheek. But he didn't want to appear like he was going to try and give her his illness, even if he knew she couldn't pick it up. "Yeah, not playing today, on the sidelines, trying to get back to full fitness." He coughed a bit, a dry cough. Then he blew up against his face, which sent some of his hair flying briefly. Yeah, he was way too hot. How come they weren't? 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke shrugs and waves it off. No big deal. "Nah, it's fine, I was just saying hello anyway. How's stuff going with you?" She studies Chris a bit. "Ooh, yeah, your c'hi is kind of low today." She smiles at Kara and nods in a half-bow. "I think we have met in passing." She gestures her hands past each other. "Ships passing. Not in the night, though. Her cousin was visiting." She smiles. "You should let me try some pressure points on you. It might help a bit. You never know. At least it will make the woo merchant feel better about her crystal rubbing and stuff." Grins in self-deprecating humor. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:'''     Guilty as charged. Kara is not sweating even a little bit. One of those joys of genetics there but it just seems like she doesn't ever sweat. At least, not that anyone around Riverdale has evern seen. Maybe she doesn't have sweat glands or something. "His c'hi?" Kara asks curiously. This is new territory for her, things she isn't familiar with and hasn't read about. She thinks back to all the books she's read and the information she's crammed into herself in regards to Earth and humanity yet still is drawing a blank. 

:'''{{#var:348|Darkhawk (348)}} has posed:''' Not having ever been too up on Eastern philosophy, Chris gives Brooke an odd look when she mentions his c'hi is low. "I'm sure there are vitamins to bring it up?" He says, half-heartedly. And when she mentions the pressure points, he looks to Kara, then shrugs, "at this point, I'd try anything." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke ohs, "All sorts of things help. I do acupressure and t'ai chi and stuff in Angel Grove. Everybody already *knows* I'm weird." She holds out her hand and points at Chris, making a beckoning gesture with her fingers. "Give me your hand." She shrugs a little, inclining her head at Kara. "She has very *interesting* ch'i flows." and smiles cryptically. "Now, let's see what we have here.." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:'''     That's enough to make Kara want to go look at herself more carefully in the mirror. She's not sure what it is or why it is flowing but she wonders if it's a good thing or a bad thing. "What's chi?" she asks curiously. "It's not something I heard of before." She tilts her head to the side curiously, causing her brown ponytail to shift to the side. The idea that hers is different could be a problem. Time to do some research when she gets home and see if she can fix whatever it is. 

:'''{{#var:348|Darkhawk (348)}} has posed:''' Chris hesitantly offers his hand to Brooke, very unsure of what he signed off on, but he's on the sidewalk, in broad day light, so how bad could it be? And if it helps, that'd be fantastic. He was getting tired of drinking those darned hot lemon beverages and drinking Dayquil like it was water. "It's uh, energy, inside the body. A few eastern religions and philosophies are really into it, like, it can supposedly regulate body temperature, blood flow, and I even heard it had something to do with martial arts. But Brooke probably knows more." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke gestures vaguely at herself. "Life energy flow. I wouldn't worry about it, anybod y who can pick up on that isn't usually going to be looking over random cheerleaders. I'd HOPE not, anyways." She takes the hand and looks it over, running her fingers over his hand briefly in thought, then starts massaging his hand in odd spots here and there, firmly enough to ache. She moves to a couple of spots here and there, working along his entire forearm and wrist a bit. "There. That should help." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:'''     Kara watches what is being done very closely. Not because she's worried that Brooke will do harm. She just is hoping to understand more and loves learning new things. "Life energy flow. And you can help sick people with this? That's just amazing." There is honesty in her voice, true astonishment that someone can touch another person that way and help them. Yet it isn't a power. 

:'''{{#var:348|Darkhawk (348)}} has posed:''' Chris laughs at Brooke's joke, before she starts to play with his palm. Some of it hurts, and aches, but afterwards, he actually does feel better. "Um, wow, thanks. I do feel a bit better... maybe it's the placebo effect, I don't know, but cool." He was so nervous about it he was getting a bit cerebral and self-depreciating. He meant no offence or insult. "Maybe someday you should give it a try Kara? When you get sick." Not that she ever got sick. "Thanks Brooke." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke mmmm-hmms. "Oh, it's no trouble. Anyways, I remember something about getting locked in a shipping crate to get to people to help at one point. I'm always happy to help, and I'm not hard to find." She grins a bit. "You two up to anything else today? I left my tu di meditating and catching up today, so I'm pretty free to catch games or burgers or whatever." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:'''     "I was just heading over to catch the bus to the game. You could ride with us! I'd vouch for you. We like to sing stupid songs and stuff on the trip. You'll love it!" Okay, Kara loves it but the verdict of others may still be out on that subject. Cause really, it's a tad silly and somewhat annoying to those who don't like what's popular on the radio at the moment. Or those old annoying songs that got stuck in everyone's head and they liked to deny they even knew the song but they could sing every single word on demand. 

:'''{{#var:348|Darkhawk (348)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, the Bulldogs are taking on the Southside Seahawks tonight," Chris chipped in. He liked to sing the stupid songs, be they school ones, or just something that was popular on the radio. Though his singing voice wasn't nearly as good as Kara. He was more likely to sing off key, and outside the rhythm of the music. But he tried his best. "There should be a tailgate party before hand too, where you can get a burger, hot dog, or whatever." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke gives a thumbs up. "Sure thing. I've helped a couple of the players with relaxation exercizes before, they know me. What's been up with the Seahawks lately, anyways? I think the weirdness has been hitting them this month." She's not bad at singing. Very controlled, anyways. "I'm not sure about the hot dogs and stuff. I'm kind of an accidental health food nut. Kind of blows sometimes, but it just comes with the territory." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:'''     "Oh that's so sad," Kara says. She isn't even kidding. To her, that's a horrible thing to hear. "You don't get to eat anything you want? That'd make me depressed all the time. I mean, I don't always eat." That's a big lie. She tends to be hungry a lot yet maintains her physique. Go Kryptonians. "I mean I eat of course. Everybody eats. I mean, I think everybody does. I hope so. But I don't eat all the time or anything but when I want some potstickers or pizza, I intend to have them. Lots of them." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke shrugs with one shoulder and tilts her head. "Well really, I AM eating 'anything I want', it's just that suddenly it's a little bit more pregnant-lady style where everything looks kind of disgusting except that. That over there. And usually it's something really healthy or weird. I can have all the burgers I want, but it's usually zero, and it makes it hard when everybody wants to go hang at Pop's. Because hanging out at Pop's is awesome until they get sick of me nursing iced tea." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:'''     "I don't know why they would have a problem with that," Kara comments as she motions for them to follow along, starting back in the direction of the high school again so they don't fall behind and miss their ride. "I think I'd die without potstickers. Literally fall over on the ground, twitch a few times, and expire," she admits with a giggle. "So things like...what? Kale and bussels sprouts? They just call out to you like pistachio ice cream gets me?" 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke nods, following along making almost no footstep noise. "Sometimes, yeah. Or peanut butter, or cold chickpeas, or alfalfa sprouts, or whatever else. Pistachios are on the list though." She stretches a little and pushes the pace a little. Her heartrate is quite slow, very good shape, very relaxed. Brooke mimes getting out a clipboard, "Kara needs potstickers to live.." and scribbles with an imaginary pen. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:'''     Kara's blue eyes are wide. "I do! Did you know that Rachel the other day asked me what a potsticker was. She'd never had one." She shakes her head, making a tsking sound with her tongue. "I mean, I had to go get some immediately and introduce her to the wonder. She agreed with me after that and wondered how she'd ever survived. I'm sure I safed her life. Really and truly." There is an impishness to her smile now, showing she's more teasing than anything. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke nods. "Truely a miracle of modern medicine." She nods gravely. "What else have you been up to, anything? Other than just the one game coming up, anyway. I don't exactly see you every day." She idly flicks her eyes out to people we are following to see just how hard it's going to be to make up time, while simultaneously being unworried. It's not like she can't run them down. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:'''     The two cheerleaders are about two blocks ahead. There will be no problem with the timing of the small trio of heroes in disguise though. They have about a half hour before the bus leaves and they should make it in about five minutes tops. It's not really that far from the main street. "Not much really," Kara admits with a shrug. "I can't even go on a date because /someone/ is afraid he's going to give me the bug he's caught." She doesn't look directly at Chris as she says it but it's implied. Oh it is so very implied. "Other than that, the usual stuff. Out and about and doing what needs to be done." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke rolls her eyes. "If you catch it, you catch it. Not a big deal. Sharing is caring." She hmms, "And let me know if you want a hand on any of the 'other' stuff. I do what I can. The date part I wouldn't know; I haven't really been looking. I don't even know where I would start." 
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5035/Whatever

2018-07-28T07:25:16Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:252|Boris (252)}} has posed:''' It was friday afternoon and the majority of classes for the day have finished. Boris himself had just finished his packing his bag for the week-end as per usual and was just outside in the front yard. At the moment he was on a very well encased cellspeaking speaking what some might mistake for angrily over the phone in german. That is untill whoever was on the other side yells loud enough to be clearly heard. Boris fumbles the phone and after a few moments of trying to calm whoever was on the otherside of the phone, hangs up with a sigh. The ground shakes with worry and annoyance and mabey some anger as Boris rubs his face. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir comes wandering out of class, pausing to check every garbage can she passes. Ooh! Broken hairtie! Yoink. She looks up at the loud talking and wanders over that way, dropping the junk into a side pocket in her bag for later examination. She has dark, lightly curly hair with low bangs pulled halfway over her eyes, dark intense eyeliner and mascara highlighting already expressive eyew. She wears a T-shirt (today it's a black Panic! At The Disco shirt) and an unbuttoned flannel long sleeve shirt over it. She had skintight black leather gloves on. Torn tight blue jeans, and black Converse with hashtag-laced neon blue laces. "Hey, so what's up? You okay there?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Negasonic is sitting in the hallway up against the wall, her legs folded and a pair of earbuds in. Her scalp has the shadow of hair on it, but little more than that, recently buzzed down to nothing. She has black lipstick and a septum ring. She wears a 'Pussy Riot' t-shirt, oversized boots and leggings that have seen a tear or two of their own, although whether from fashion or neglect would be hard to say. She glances up as Erika speaks, but doesn't butt in. 

:'''{{#var:252|Boris (252)}} has posed:''' Boris jumps startled by Erika, the trembling of the yard stopping momentarily when he is in the air and resumming when he lands back on the grass. "Oi! Try nit ta sneak up on a person. Mah whisker be a bit aff" wasn't Erika fault, the damage whisker was still healing. He couldn't even sense Negasonic nearby, despite her being relatively close.     He turns a bit red "Und, nothink much. Waz preparin ta go home" he glances at his phone. "Bit...ah vink ah mioght wait a few hours beforz goink." he says quietly. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir blinks. "...Dude. You are super high strung. I'm, like.. over here." She gestures back and forth with her hand across the distance, tilting her head with some worry. She frowns, "So like, what's up at home? That sounded kinda hostile." She frowns a bit. "I mean, my visit with family went great, until we got jumped by freaking bloodsuckers." She looks around awkwardly, then smiles over at Negasonic hopefully with a small wave. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Negasonic just gives Erika a flat look, leaving her earbuds in. "Somebody get Igor here some subtitles," she mutters. "The world is run by bloodsuckers anyway, you might as well get used to it. Leeches abound," she says, sliding her back up the wall as she pushes up to her feet, her eyes flicking back to her phone. 

:'''{{#var:252|Boris (252)}} has posed:''' Boris hearing however was just fine comparatively speaking. "Et be Boris" he says towards Negsonic general direction. He looks to Erika and than down and back. He walks over slowly, bringing the tremors with him.     Boris crosses his arms "Yer were attacked by bloodsucker? Nevar met a vamparic mutant" he muses, going with the obviouse conclusion. "Und...nothin. Pa is jist a wee bit...drunk is all" he figits uncomfortably. Once close though he was able to peer around and see Negasonic, a girl he hasn't had much interaction with "....yer a real bundle of sunshine ah see" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir shrugs a bit. "Sure, but most of them don't turn into a black cloud of soot when you poke them with a pencil. Like, she. it.. she.. just exploded into ashes. That was MESSED UP. I still have nightmares about it. Lots of them." She frowns and looks down, shaking her head a little to let her bangs drop over her eyes. "It's horrible." She sighs and looks at Negasonic. "Anything going on there?" She stretches a bit and wanders over that way quietly. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Negasonic rolls her eyes, "Did she say it was a mutant? No. It was probably just a regular vampire or, like, Ted Cruz or something." she said. "Sorry your dad's an alkie, I guess. And sunshine gives you cancer." she says to Boris. At the question from Erika, she shrugs, "It's the Internet. People call each other names and show pictures of puppies and butts." 

:'''{{#var:252|Boris (252)}} has posed:''' "...vampires donnea exist" Boris says as if that should be obviouse. He has no idea who Ted Cruz is, but makes no mention of it. "Pa nit an alkie...he jist...goin throug a rough patch.. Ah vink." he shrugs "Vanks. Also, everdink evidently give ye cancer." He looks over over Erika "How many vampiric mutantz hauf sie met? Evidently we do alot ov ving most donea do" he now wonders if there is asuch a thing as a mutant who just explodes once and thats it. He shivers "Sorreh sie hauf nightmares aboot et...who knows, mabey da ashes is jist a facade und dey will jist reform elsehwere" he says as a possible attempt to make her feel better. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir sighs a lot. "They were in a group, they were boosted, they said they were going to drink our blood, one of them was trying to bite one of our neck, I tried to keep the one away until she took that away and tried to grab me, then I stabbed her with a pencil and she turned into a black cloud. It's a damn vampire." She looks at Negasonic, "THANK you, that's what I was saying. And like, I dunno. Is there something trending or something? I mean, you're, like.. connected, right?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Negasonic flicks her grey-tinged eyes upwards, "I mean, there's always something trending, cause that's the way the program works? I dunno, nothin' major, just the usual everybody hates everybody we're all going to die war war violence war racism glitter memes stuff. Y'know. The world and shit." "And yeah, vampires sounds crazy, it's like, people with superpowers or something. Grow up." 

:'''{{#var:252|Boris (252)}} has posed:''' Boris grunts, he is clearly not going to buy the vampire bit "Vampire are like peoplez wit superpowers...so mutants?" he says to Negasonic "...yea. Hopefully sie grow up soon, cause sounds like yer goink ta need ta do alit of et" Boris rubs his beard "Were, dere news aboot da asgardian potentially gettin asylum, und somevink about Gorilla city joinink vee UN. Swear been seeink more meme aboot both den anytvink." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Yeah. Not sure what to think about those." She sighs. "Yeah, I am totally off my game right now. I still need to grab some souvenirs. SOMEhow. I don't even know where." She fidgets some. She sighs some and looks down. "So like, what kind of stuff are you up to? What have you been doing? Like, what are you two in to?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Negasonic snorts, "So, you just said the words "Asgard" and "Gorilla City" a few seconds ago, but you scoff at the idea of vampires? Are you sure you're not from Transylvania? Are you, like, a vampire sleeper agent?" she says, all of it completely deadpan. "I'm into radical intersectional feminism, the new Ariana Grande album, shitposting on Insta and hentai. Mostly hentai." 

:'''{{#var:252|Boris (252)}} has posed:''' Boris grunts "And? Thor been a hero fer years...und dere jist aliens. Az et stand dere a theory out dere explaining how dere should be thousands of alien civilization out dere called da fermi paradox...vough nit much of a paradox anymoar" yup he was a nerd "dere also be Martian manhunter, suparman, let alone da darksied attack from last year. Purdy substantial proof of aliens. Ah actually....ermm..scoffed at da idea of gorilla city till ah verified da news source was real vough" he was still trying to wrap his head around that He looks to Erika "Ah inta vee sciences, including programmink und geology. Purdy good programmer if ah do say so mahself. Und if yer lookink fer souverners...check vee dump! meh und pa went vere all da time back in germany ta find good parts. Yer kin find nearly anyvink vere if yer look arooned enough" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir oohs and points over to Negasonic. "See, why can't I come up with lines like that? Bad ass. Also awesomeness. We can show each other's playlists. I don't knw much about the last two though. Some people were being jerks on Insta and I noped out." At Boris, "Well, most people that dump stuff at the dump are like, fast food workers and stuff. I don't need to learn how to be an awesome burger flip. Programming.. hmm, not sure when I need to know that, but hey, I'll keep it in mind." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Negasonic flicks her pierced tongue against her teeth, "So, you scoffed at something that sounded ridiculous and crazy not long ago, but then believe in it when someone shows you proof. Yet the girl in front of you is like "vampires" and you're like "Nah, couldn't be". Anyway, science is boring." "I'm too young to worry about a career. I'd rather not contribute to a capitalist exploitation economy anyway. I plan to kick the crap out of assholes and leech off the system. And yeah, I'll give you my Spotify link." 

:'''{{#var:252|Boris (252)}} has posed:''' "Not when someone shows me proof...wehn ah verify da supposed proof" Boris says "Folks kin say whitever dey want, doesnea make it real or in other cases" since he full heartedly beleive Erika was attacked "Iz nit whit et appears. Und science is amazink!" he claims bristling. Boris rolls his eyes as he hears Negasonic "Leeching off a system iz vee same as contributing ta et. Dat defininte wan way ta make vee system even worse" He looks to Erika again. He raises his brows "Really? hmmm, mabey american dump sites work different den german wans. We do not seperate trash by work place. So sie could find somevink from a police station, or politicions home as much az from a fast food restaurant." seeming confused at the idea. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir thumbsups. "Awesomeness. And I don't know, it's pretty cool when it's getting used to make suits of armor and spaceships and stuff. Or like, stopping evil mushrooms, I guess." She hmphs. "Yeah, and I don't want to be spending all week twitching at random stuff in a smelly hole in the ground. It's super annoying. At least here there's a bunch of people with crazy skills around." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Negasonic flicks through her phone for a moment, then looks back up at Boris, "Oh, are you still talking? Here, look, I'll give you something to make peace," she says, extending an open palm, "I'm going to give you all the shits I have in my hand. Oh, wait...looks like I'm all out." "Nobody wants to go to the dump, okay? Like, if you want souvenirs or something, you should, I dunno, go to antique shops or, like, souvenir stores. Steal something if you can't afford it. Fuck it." 

:'''{{#var:252|Boris (252)}} has posed:''' "Thar because yer ate all of et, vankfully. Yer probably eat moar shite den yer kin crap oot." he tells Negasonic point blank "Jist do us all a favor und warn us before vat clusterfrak of a mind finally stahps being constapated" Boris than face palms "Antique store yes. Stealing nae. If yer had nae other alternative mabey, bit otherwise sie would be acting like a very big idiot." he says bluntly. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir sighs and rolls her eyes in some exasperation. "What, like.. paper clips and stuff? Cheap pens? They wouldn't miss them. And the souvenirs I need usually aren't at a knick knack shop, anyways." She makes a face. "I can feel the love all the way back here. You two aren't gonna turn like Mason and Drea or anything, are you? I mean, like, I think I'm contractually obligated to back up the estrogen side here anyways, but like.. this is so stupid to be arguing over." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Negasonic shrugs, "I ain't arguing. I dunno who Mason and Drea are - are they on that Game of Thrones show? I don't watch that shit. I'm not stressing. Kid seems to be an ass, but that's, like, ninety percent of people, so whatever. Not worth sweating." "And I dunno, I was just makin' suggestions. Do what ya want, chica. My power's much simpler. I just blow shit the fuck up." 

:'''{{#var:252|Boris (252)}} has posed:''' "Ah hauf nae clue whit Mason und Drea relationship is like." Boris grunts out "ah only act like an asshole ta shitelords und othar assholes" he says. "Luckily moast people are nit." Boris tells Erika "Regardless, it would help if yer stahped beatin arooned vee bush Erika, und jist tell folks whit skills yer lookin fer. Und do nit say 'useful' skills, be specific otherwise constantly askin does nit help ye or folks tryin ta help ye" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs, "Nah, they're the musician couple. I see them in a room, I back off. I'm never sure if they're going to rip each other's clothes off or rip each other's throat out. And yeah, I get the weird power. Blowing shit up is totally easier to figure out than my stuff." She sighs. "Okay so like one? I need to restock on ass kicking souvenirs. But I kind of want to be able to run away and sneak too. Climb buildings even. Then I want to be able to patch people up, and I kind of want to have some stuff like detective stuff. And, well, random stuff might come in useful." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Negasonic shrugs, "I do admit I'm an asshole," she says and considers the fight over. "Can you just, like, find other people who are good at that shit and, like, ask them for stuff? Is that weird? Ew, I bet there's a market for superhero underwear, gross. I gotta look that shit up." 

:'''{{#var:252|Boris (252)}} has posed:''' Boris grunts "Least ye admit it" and seems fine with ending it there. But at Erika statement he lights up "Perfect! Sie kin probably buy old used medical supplies like steophoscope, and leave it in vee nurses officer fer use. Better yet a first aid kit sie kin carry like a satchel. while nit quite vee same, some rope from vee gym should lend sie some climbing skillz. Az fer sneakin....huntink bootz. Az fer detective...git no clue vere. As fer fightink...get a shirt from logan" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir slumps. "Okay, so you know the stupid part? I GOT IN TROUBLE for doing that. I can get stuff from Laura, but like, she's super sweet but her headspace is beyond weird and I want somebody that isn't going to have me swinging between wet cat rage and traumatized flat affect. She's seen some seriously messed up stuff. So I went to ask and I got shot down. And I ask and I get shot down more. But yeah, I guess I can plant stuff places. I totally did not think of PLANTING stuff. Then I just have to figure out who best to put it in front of." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Negasonic reaches into her pocket and pulls out a power bar, taking a bite as she scrolls through the listings. "Ew, vigilante taint, sick!" she mutters. Bookmarks. Returns to looking at the others. "I dunno, I wanna help but I also don't care very much, so it's kind of a tough situation for me. Like...good luck and stuff? And hey, don't go baggin' on a flat effect, never underestimate the power of resting bitch face." 

:'''{{#var:252|Boris (252)}} has posed:''' Boris nods at Erika "Well, planting is as good as anyvink ah guess" he says. He sighs but otherwise ignores Negasonics comment. He checks his phone a moment to see the time "...bout time ah head aff. See yea fellas" and he puts his phone back away and lumbers off. He didn't seem like he really wanted to go, but he does, soon dissappearing beneath the ground for the long trip. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ehs, "Well, it's mostly how when I need her, she keeps swinging back and forth between one and eleven. That's sort of weird. But.. okay, I'll see ya later, Boris. And like, I can totally tit for tat it. Only, you know, no tits and I don't got a tat, and I'm good with that. So yeah." Small pink on the cheeks, awkward look around. 
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5011/Burgers and friends

2018-07-26T06:01:08Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1771|Dawn Summers (1771)}} has posed:''' Dawn's simply out-and-about. Things have been remarkably quiet of late. Which usually means that there's just more trouble brewing. But trouble can wait till after her combo meal. The brunette is out after school, picking up a little snack before heading off to the Magic Box. They get nervous if she brings food near the ancient books. Go figure. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir slips in, looking pretty much like she was in high school not that long ago. Well, the skintight leather gloves are new you guess, and the shoulder bag is different. And maybe she lost some weight? Hard to say. Anyways, she comes drifting in, looking around and going straight to the counter to order a basic hamburger meal before leaning on the counter to look around. She sees you and waves, "Hey! How have you been?" with a smile. Oh thank god, someone familiar! 

:'''{{#var:1771|Dawn Summers (1771)}} has posed:''' Dawn looks over, and there's a smile, after a moment. A relieved one. When someone disappears around this town, they usually don't crop up again. Well, at least not in the day. She gives a wave. "Hey, Erika! How's it going?" She pushes out a chair on the other side of the table with a leg, offering it to her. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir grabs her tray and wanders over. "Awesomely awesome. I made sure to get an earlier start today. What've you been up to?" She climbs into the chair and settles stuff on the table. "I had a close call last time I was in town because my friend was dragging his feet a little, and he was my ride. He's not from around here." 

:'''{{#var:1771|Dawn Summers (1771)}} has posed:'''     "Same stuff, different day. Enjoying summer vacation. Wishing it wasn't going to end." Dawn answers. She looks over. "Cookie." She got a box, and really shouldn't eat all. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods and grabs a cookie. She's not going to turn down a desperate appeal to take a cookie! She munches on the edge of it. "Oh god yeah I know. I got in trouble and got sent to a private school. They have summer classes." She doesn't mention that the two aren't correlated in the normal way. "At least they're /cool/ classes. Some of them anyways. What's been going on in town, anything?" 

:'''{{#var:1771|Dawn Summers (1771)}} has posed:''' "Oh, jeez. You're kidding me. Your folks sent you off to /boarding school/?" Dawn looks horrified. "How'd you get out then? And you know Sunnydale. Same as ever." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs, "I get along with the staff pretty good. I'm getting some of my stuff from home today, here and there. It's allowed, as long as they don't have to come rescue me again." Her eyes get dark and she looks off to the side, tilting her head down to shroud her eyes with her hair a bit. "Somebody tried to *eat* me. Like, what the hell." 

:'''{{#var:1771|Dawn Summers (1771)}} has posed:''' Dawn blinks. "Wait. What?" she asks, looking back at Erika with a little bit of flat "what" tone. "At the school, or? Are we talking Jeffrey Dahmer stuff or what?" She knows a lot about Sunnydale's weirdness, but she's not one to mention it. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir takes a long breath. "Like vampire movie crazy stuff. Sun went down on our way out of town, we ran over a screw on the road, we had to pull over, and some people pulled up next to us and said they were going to eat us and jumped us. My friends are legit badasses and a teacher pulled up, or I don't know what we would do." 

:'''{{#var:1771|Dawn Summers (1771)}} has posed:''' Dawn looks over. "That's kinda crazy. I'd figure a vampire would be kinda more badass than students and stuff." In fact, if anythin, she's a little suspicious. She knows what it usually takes to take one down. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Well... yeah.." She frowns awkwardly. "Like REALLY badass." She kind of gestures vaguely, not quite sure how to gloss over that bit. She's silent for a few seconds, trying to figure out how to respond to that. She uncomfortably runs her fingers over her gloves, feeling a bit attacked here. Totally justified. "..Like.. Capes and spandex level badass, okay?" 

:'''{{#var:1771|Dawn Summers (1771)}} has posed:''' Dawn blinks in surprise. "Wait. You went off to school with superheroes? Are you a superhero??" She asks in a hiss of a whisper. Oh, that is so unfair! Why does everyone get to be awesome but her?! 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir gaaack. She looks around uncomfortably at that outburst. Well, it was a very quiet outburst, but she still looked around nervously. Uhh... How to answer this, anyways... After a moment of thought, she ventures a quiet, "Well.. um... I'm like, the tagalong they try to keep out of trouble. Does that count?" She bites her lip awkwardly. 

:'''{{#var:1771|Dawn Summers (1771)}} has posed:''' Dawn is wide-eyed. "Being a sidekick can still be superheroey. What do you do? Are you bulletproof? Do you fly??" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir blinks, "I /wish/. Um. The word is 'psychometry'. I like.. open combination locks and copy diary entries and stuff." She frowns and chews her lip a bit. "I stabbed one of the vampires with a pencil and it turned into ashes. It wasn't.. quite.. me doing the stabbing, but still. Not like the werewolf or the one that dodges bullets for a workout and then does MMA on top of that." She frowns some. "Most of the time it just kind of makes everything awkward, though. People think I'm just trying to cheat on stuff or something. And like.. right now I basically don't have anything on me that's really useful. Like, if another vampire shows up, I'm hosed. I don't know anything about them." 

:'''{{#var:1771|Dawn Summers (1771)}} has posed:''' Dawn's actually heard that term before. When you deal with the magic side of things, Psychometry comes up. "Psychometry. Still, that can be really awesome. There was a cool TV show about a guy who had that. Does it just work backwards, or does it work forward too? Can you see the future?" She has tons of questions. "What if you had a book about how to kill vampires? Would you know all of a sudden?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir blinks. "Uh. Well like, if someone who knew about vampires was thinking about how to kill vampires, and maybe did a few moves that were good at killing vampires, then they gave me the shirt, I would know how to kill vampires, at least for awhile. I can't read the future." She frowns and thinks a little, and eats a few bites of hamburger, considering. "Um... and I have to wear gloves because touching things kind of messes me up for a couple seconds. Like, I can't even sleep on a regular bed anymore. That's like... why I'm at boarding school, basically. Um.. Like how do you know that? Like, the people at school don't even know what that means, mostly." 

:'''{{#var:1771|Dawn Summers (1771)}} has posed:''' "One of my sister's friends runs a magic shop. So you run across weird stuff." She thinks about it. "Couldn't you sleep in pajamas? If they were yours?" Dawn's already thinking it through. "How long does it last? Like, if someone gave you the shirt." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir shakes her head. "You'd think. But like.. somebody did a little bit of sewing and boxing on it once. I don't know how to deal with it yet. And my head starts getting fuzzy after a couple hours, and then I can't read it anymore." She looks a little bit awkward. She hmms. "I'm not sure what to think about it. It's like suddenly somebody changed the station and I don't know what's going on anymore. And then I come back and things look normal, and oops! Vampire!" She stares at the table. "Like, layers and layers of weird." 

:'''{{#var:1771|Dawn Summers (1771)}} has posed:''' "Still. It's still a superpower, and that's kinda cool. I mean, most of us don't even get that. Plus, now you have an excuse to wear cool gloves." Dawn smiles. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ehs. "I tried to give my friend a hug, but it went totally haywire because my face touched his sleeve. Like, the only way I get to be *normal* would be at like, a nudist colony now." She makes a face. "I miss just having to worry about english class and those stupid bell prompts. And like, hanging out with my friends." 

:'''{{#var:1771|Dawn Summers (1771)}} has posed:''' Dawn can't help but giggle. "Well, not really. Wouldn't that make it a bigger risk? Or do you have to touch things, and not people?" she asks. "Ugh. High school. You're so not missing anything." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir looks to the side. "I have a celebrity in one of my classes. Dra-ma. And I can touch people all I want, it's /things/ that make everything light up. Not like somebody else I talked to that's basically the opposite." She frowns a little as a detail clicks. "Wait, a magic shop? So do you like, do... you know... wizardy stuff when nobody is looking or something?" 

:'''{{#var:1771|Dawn Summers (1771)}} has posed:''' "I don't do anything." Dawn says, sounding less than happy about that. "I'm just...teenage girl 101. Depressingly basic." she sighs, and munches a cookie after that. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs. "Right now, that sounds pretty good. I was kind of hoping to get a break from, you know. Surreal. But I think I just ended up in a different KIND of it here. And I don't even have any souvenirs that will do anything for me right now. I feel naked. Like, I'd have to ask you to back me up here if a zombie attacked." She munches on the burger more, not knowing anything about zombies, but at this point would it really be that weird? 

:'''{{#var:1771|Dawn Summers (1771)}} has posed:''' "Well, if you get a vampire, you're supposed to stake them through the heart, right? So maybe keep one in your purse or something, if that's gonna be a thing." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ums.. "I got the stake through the heart bit down.." She shivers a little. "I don't know how to fight yet though. That was someone else's memories that did that part. The stake is useless if I can't use it." She frowns. "I'm taking a few lessons, but it's going to take a lot more than a few lessons. I don't even know how to make a stake right. I mean, it matters a little, doesn't it?" 

:'''{{#var:1771|Dawn Summers (1771)}} has posed:''' Dawn shrugs her shoulder. "I figure any sharp pointy wood would work? Maybe like a sharp broomstick or something? I guess if you had a lathe you could turn it or something? Bet your thing would make you a great spy, though." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Oh yeah, totally. I can copy stuff people typed on a keyboard and stuff. But that's not quite the same thing as dodging bullets or turning into a werewolf or throwing rocks like they were nothing. They had a kickball game and I had to sit it out. From what I hear, it was cray." 

:'''{{#var:1771|Dawn Summers (1771)}} has posed:''' "Beats not having powers, though." Dawn smiles, finishing her lunch. "Look...I gotta get going. If I'm too late, my sister will absolutely lose her mind. She freaks out all the time." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs.. "Well, I guess. I kind of wish I could give them to you. Hey look, here's my number, okay? If you ever want to get a hold of me or, you know. Just talk or something." She frowns a bit. "Or, you know. Whatever. I miss having friends that don't, I dunno. Pick fights with killer cyborgs and stuff all the time." 

:'''{{#var:1771|Dawn Summers (1771)}} has posed:''' Dawn nods. "Sure!" She looks at it, and texts Erika so she'll have hers in reply. "Promise. No killer cyborgs." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir gives a thumbs up. "It'll be super awesome. Ordinary stuff! I can be your sidekick. Talk to you later!" 

:'''{{#var:1771|Dawn Summers (1771)}} has posed:''' With that, Dawn grins, and gets up, exiting. "Take care, and catch you soon!" 
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5003/Faculty advice

2018-07-25T06:43:02Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:'''      What a peaceful day at the School for the Gifted! Charles had been exploring the grounds before coming back to his office, wheeling himself in as per the usual with a blanket over his lap for comfortability. Still dressed in a very nice suit, he has one of the staff members tell Erika that he'd like to see her. Meanwhile, while he waits?      He reads an old King Arthur book, the Once and Future King. A more classic piece of literature, but one he truthfully enjoys as he reads it multiple times. Though he doesn't know WHEN Erika would be coming, but he'd know when she arrived at his office because...well, grandmaster of telepathy. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir is organizing, taking notes, looking over class schedules, gets a message? Thump, books down, notepad in her bag, and she speedwalks to the office. She's been waiting for this! She zips up to the door, in her long sleeve shirt and t-shirt and jeggings (whoever did the laundry), bag, gloves (Rogue). She knocks, then slips inside. Mind racing a bit because she's still kind of trying to distract herself from thinking of vampires right before an incident on the yard that made her tenuous sense of safety be a bit dented. "You called, sir?" 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:'''      Charles looks up to find Erika! "Ah, yes, hello Erika. Please, come in, come in." he sets his book down on his desk and slides it aside, clasping his hands together on his large desk as he looks at her. "Tell me, how have you been enjoying the school?" he asks her curiously, knowing she's a new student still. Sometimes it's difficult to fit in at first.      "And also...how is your Psychometry? I see you are wearing gloves and full body clothing to limit touch and accidental psychic bonding. Very good!" he smiles.      Clearly he simply wants a sitrep from one of his new students. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir Hmms! She thinks and organizes her thoughts, because she's sure she sounds like an idiot who just wants to cheat on everything if she doesn't. Maybe why it's so hard to get souvenirs, which is why she was using Laura's socks. Which she needs renewed. And she doesn't really like using Laura's skills like that, because her mindset is intense. But she doesn't like the idea of dying, either. "Well. I'm doing okay so far. Mostly I hang out with Tyler and Laura right now. They're sweet." She considers a little. "I'm trying to learn new things the regular way, but it's slow. Nobody seems to want to give me any souvenirs so far. I don't want them to cheat, just.. I staked a vampire the other day, because we got a flat tire on the way home. I wouldn't have been able to with a yellow belt." "I started wearing gloves right off. I got these from Rogue actually. I had a nice talk with her earlier. I zapped myself trying to give Tyler a hug though, so it's not perfect." She hmms, "I can read thoughts and senses if I touch clothes people are wearing. I tried it with Laura one day. I'm not sure what to do with that yet." 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:'''      Charles simply remains seated, smiling warmly to her as if he were a grandfather listening to the wild stories of his grandaughter. Sadly though, no relation exists between Xaveir and Erika aside from grandfather-figure. Nevertheless, as she explains who she hangs out with (Laura and Tyler), he smiles. "Ah yes, Mr. Grant and Ms. Kinney. Both are rather remarkable people. Get through perhaps a hard shell, and you have friends for life. Good choices." Xavier compliments. Erm, Vampire? Charles seems to look worried now. "Are you alright? were you harmed at all?" he asks her worriedly before she speaks about her gloves that she received from Rogue and how her zapping still happens at times. "Well...at least it's minimalized and you're not bonding with the entire place. You can? what did you learn from Laura?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir hmmms. Decides it's best to just be ridiculously open and think through things. "Well, Tyler isn't tough at all. He's super helpful.. He's been going on morning runs with me and showing me how to punch trees and stuff so I won't break myself on accident." She worries about him a little bit. He's a nice friend. He could use a nice girlfriend that obviously isn't her, though that's not the top priority. "Laura is nice too. She was annoyed because everything is too bright, too noisy, too smelly here. I caught a couple of her memories because they went through her head. I don't remember what they WERE, but they were pretty traumatic. Lab coats. She wants some help buying normal clothes sometime and I wanted to help her go shopping, but I'm kind of broke right now." She wonders if anybody needs a bookkeeper. Oh.. "I have to be really careful with consent around Laura. She HAD to help people out with things a lot. I don't want to MAKE her do anything." She thinks through the timeline of the attack briefly - she visited her parents, then her and Tyler left, and they got caught after sundown - very dangerous in Sunnydale. Then Tyler's tire went flat, and the vampires showed up and attacked. "We're okay. Colossus showed up and chased them off." Three of them, anyways. The fourth one, Erika stabbed through the heart with an art pencil while she was trying to kill her, with a blend of Tyler, Kid, and Laura's memories of combat. It turned into a pile of ashes. She shudders. 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:'''      Charles noticed that he doesn't even need to read minds to get Erika to speak her feelings. Nodding a few times, and again...and again...and AGAIN, Charles can't help but smile with her as she explains the entirety of the situation to the Headmaster of the school. With a small chuckle, Charles shakes his head. "It seems that despite your short time, you've had quite the adventure already, young lady." he teases her. Then he hears that Laura's memories were of trauma. "Yes, we recently brought her into our care. she's....a very scarred individual. Be careful with your words around her, because she hasn't had much real human interaction. But...I can only imagine how good friends you will become." he encourages. "and I'm glad you are alright. It seems you may get skills or some such by using your powers based on who you touch. Now that is quite the interesting development. Is there anything else you'd like to inform me of?" he asks her curiously, a smile on his face as if excited to hear some new story. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir tilts her head. "Well, what do you know already? I'm not sure how much you've already heard or read about what I do so far, and it's a lot easier if I can just fill in the gaps. For that matter? You're supposedly really good with telepathy, so maybe I should give a demonstration so you can, I don't know. Look under the hood, I guess. I am so open to finding anything out that you can tell me." She pauses for a moment to check what inanimate objects are in her head. Probably finds you on the list somewhere. That's so confusing sometimes, because it instinctively refiles telepaths into the 'it pronoun box', like with Kid the other day. She momentarily thinks back to the incident days ago with Andrea, where she picked up the rock and got from the abstract that it contained a left-handed throwing motion. She's not sure what else she could do with it yet. She hasn't really pushed the envelope yet, partly because she's still trying to conceive of what the envelope even looks like. 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:'''      Charles smiles. "Everything you just told me. I fear if I looked through your mind, it could cause a problem." He shrugs. "Especially since I'm not sure if you have a bond with me or not." he smiles softly before letting her think under the moment. "I am very good with such. It's my mutation. But that will be for another time."      He looks to the clock. "After all, you have class in several minutes." he winks at the young lady. "Oh! tell Hank I said hello, would you please? It's been a while since I've seen him." 
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir needed help with getting some of her stuff loaded up and moved from her house to send back to the school. Also, to visit mom and dad! Because that's a good thing. She got a fairly early start, after morning jobs and workouts and such. However, Sunnydale is in Bludhaven. It's a bit of a drive from Westchester. We got an early start. But it's not early anymore. Night fell kind of quickly. Erika Kristasdottir looks around with some uneasiness upon suddenly noticing that. "We, um, probably need to get inside. Like, a house. Like.. now. It's DARK." And we're... not next to any immediately obvious bright indoors places. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' An odd whistle can be heard ringing through the night. Eerie and odd in the place with potentially fightening sights. And who it originated from was none other than Malcolm 'Kid' IronWood, a mobster-type looking human for those affected by his telepathic illusions...and like a very large monsterous gorilla for those not affected. Sunnydale was new and he spent the day walking around it, gaining memories. He had hunting to do and night was comming fast. Though he couldn't help but notice that people here were skittish too. As he walks down the sidewalk he spots a potential target in Erika, though he was scanning for other potential 'meals' to be had. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' As the darkness descends Tyler doesn't seem to mind much. "What's the big deal?" He asks Erika, furrowing his brow curiously. They're off by the side of the road, Tyler's bike having gotten a flat on the way back. He doesn't seem too perturbed by the fact that he can't change the tire right now because the places available to repair them are all closed at the moment. "Can we go back to your place? It's only a couple miles away." Tyler suggests. "We'll need to wait until tomorrow morning to get the tire fixed or replaced." The strange whistle catches his attention and the young man perks up to get a better listen. Eventually he catches sight of the tough looking guy moving down the sidewalk. Tyler looks at the guy, giving him a brief nod. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir stresses! "If we can make it, sure, but that's a long way to run on the rim!" She sighs in exasperation. "It's NIGHT." and paces, taking stock of her woefully inadequate supply of souvenirs on her person. "Look, I'm calling the school for help. We /need to get out of here/." She pulls out her phone and dials. ...ring.. ring.. oh god please pick up the phone.. ring.. voice mail message oh god please check your messages.. "He-ey, this is Erika, we've got a flat and we're stuck on the side of the road at, um, Romero Place and Franco Drive, can somebody pleasepleaseplease come get us like right now like seriously right now, it's dark and we're in the middle of Sunnydale. You've gotta get us like right now." Click. Put the phone away. Look around. hiss something derogatory under her breath. Nervous fidget. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' And Kid goes from excited to....perturbed. He wondered if this was the potential date Tyler had talked to him about. Regardless he had come close enough to hear about the flat and calling for help. His eye twitched as he now felt the nervousness that came off Erika. A breath to collect himself And he strides over confidently. He makes a gestures in sign language, his watch speaking for him "Flat Tire eh? swear you get that pile of junk messed up more often than a monster truck derby Tyler? Whose the broad? That lady you were planning on asking out?" he 'talked' like he came from an old black and white movie. The large mobster had an air of extream aggression and a HINT of friendliness. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "Okay," Tyler says to Erika, not knowing where her concern is coming from but letting her have it. "We'll figure out somewhere to get to soon." His own phone comes out and he starts looking for somewhere nearby that's currently open. Then he looks back to the tough looking guy, starting to crack a smile when he recognizes his friend, "Hey Kid! How's it going?" Tyler looks first to the bike, then to Erika, then back to the secret gorilla, "Not having much luck with the bike lately. At least that building the Hulk knocked down didn't fall on it." His head nods to Erika, then to Kid, "Kid, this is Erika. Erika, this is my friend Kid Ironwood. And no, man, not a date. Erika and I are just friends." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir looks confused at the sign language. Whaaat? "You two know each other? Awesome." She looks around to see if anyone else is approaching. "Hey Kid. Um.. Yeah. We were getting out of here and we got a flat." She looks at the tire. "Is that a screw? Why is there even a screw out here? I don't like this. I'm thinking trap." She looks around the road, pacing a bit and chewing her lip, mapping the place out tactically in her head. "If it's screws, they can't know exactly where we would have stopped." She looks back. "There's too much tall grass and hedges and brush by the road here. That's probably where they will be coming from. That or a friendly driver stopping to help.." It's not paranoia if they really are coming for you, right? "They'd have to have been watching wherever we picked the screw up - did you catch exactly where we started losing air?" 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Kid raises a brow and begins gesturing again, his watch doing the speaking "Malcolm 'Kid' IronWood actually...kid just a nickname. Also, did you get hit head or something? You sound positively frackin insane right now. It's a road? have you been to new york? You can find needles laying around." he looked quite peeved, but he couldn't help but feel the parania as his own. Hoping to sate it...he reaches out telepathicaly...just a precaution to see if there is anyone actually watching them. Dang paranoid people. He signs to Tyler "Your friend is freaking me out. Anyways, if it is a flat, it is easy enough to fix. Just find another cycle and I can get you covered." he offers. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, Kid's a good guy. We hang out from time to time. We were supposed to go street racing the other day, but the vehicle got a couple of flats," Tyler says to Erika, watching while she starts to get more and more frightened. Glancing down at his phone he says, "There's a gas station back the way we came from, nothing in the other direction for a while, though." The teenage boy is left thinking for a bit, "I guess it was probably a mile or so back. I remember it feeling a little different there, even before the tire started deflating." Glancing back to Ironwood Tyler says, "I think we can just wait until tomorrow to get it fixed. Everybody's got a garage in this town so I wouldn't know where to find another bike. At least I caught the screw between the treads and not in the sidewall." From the same direction that Tyler and Erika had arrived from comes a pair of headlights. They head in the direction of our protagonists. The car they belong to is an older model sedan. Kid can sense four minds inside of it, the feelings emanating from them primarily being hunger and amusement. The sedan pulls up to the trio by the Harley and the driver's side window rolls down to show a man appearing to be in his early twenties, "Hey there. You kids need a hand?" When the man smiles he shows off his bright, white teeth. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir uhhs. She smiles politely, "I think we've got this for the moment, thanks. Just waiting for a pick-up." She waves in a vaguely friendly way and moves around to the other side of the motorcycle. Crapcrapcrap I need more souvenirs SO BAD. She looks the people in the car over, taking stock of them. Any odd clothing choices or anything? Hrm.. Uuuugh she wishes she knew more about what's going on here... and she makes a mental note to ask if she can raid Laura's sock drawer again when she gets home. And Tyler's. And.. she doesn't know who else. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Kid knows hunger, that kind of hunger that is weird, dangerous and likely nothing to mess with. Heck he often felt hungry and amused when he was hunting, cause his prey never saw it comming. This is likely would have been a good moment to reflect on what that actually means in regards to himself. But moving on... Kid signs to the man "I got these kids cover, you get moving punk" and he flashes his own smile, showing those gorilla sized canines as a warning. Specificly towards Tyler, he sends a mental message o O ("Tyler...there four folks in that car, and they got the kind of hunger /I/ get...or at least close enough to make me weary") Kid doesn't shy away though, he places himself between where Tyler, Erika and the bike where, and the sedan, his arms crossed over his chest. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "It's no trouble at all," the driver says as he shifts into park. As he opens his door his passengers do likewise. The driver is dressed normally enough, jeans and a t-shirt. The guy riding shotgun is wearing a letter jacket from the local high school. The passenger behind the driver is a young woman in high heels and a mini skirt. The last remaining occupant of the sedan is another young woman, this one with her hair up in a faux hawk. Mini skirt says, "We just love helping people." She looks at Erika and licks her lips, "You need help, girly?" Faux hawk looks Tyler up and down and says, "You look positively delicious. You want to ditch your friends and come party with us?" The group as a whole starts to move around Tyler, Erika and Kid, almost like they're circling them. Letter jacket and the driver look at Kid. Letter jacket says, "I'm pretty good with bikes, myself. Let me take a look for you." After getting Kid's warning Tyler approaches his bike's saddlebags and opens one up, reaching into it to pull out a crowbar. With a deep frown on his face he says, "I've got the tools to fix problems, see? Just get back in your car." All four of the strangers laugh at Tyler's not so subtle threat. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir swallows hard and looks around. "You know, I think we're good." She falls back to hang with her friends, getting into a defensive position beside you two. She murmurs to them, "Any plans here? Holding out on some souvenirs? Weapons? I don't like this." She taps on the phone a little bit and makes a call, then just drops the phone back in her bag, dialing. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Kid was losing the very very little friendly aura he had. He would feel far far more dangerous as his nose flares. He signs "Mabey I did not make myself clear. You leave...or I break. Your. Spines" his entire body language made it very clear that not only was he not kidding...he believe he probably could. Senseing the minds about him, he picks up on some of Erika thoughts as to why she would be looking for souveriners. His mind reaches out to Tyler o O ("Give her the crow bar. Now"). The crowbar carried some of Kids skills with it, in particularly brawling and working on vehicles. He already knew Tyler could fight so was not too worried about him yet. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' As Erika comes up alongside him Tyler offers her his crowbar and the quiet words, "I smushed a bunch of fungus squids with this last time I used it. If these jerks get froggy you'll know what to do." "C'mon sweetie, let me take care of you," Miniskirt says to Erika as she moves in close to try to touch her hair. Faux hawk winks at Tyler and says, "Your girlfriend let you talk to people like that? I think you might deserve a spanking." Driver laughs at Kid, "No need to get so aggressive there, friend. We just want to help." Letter jacket moves around to Kid's side. The ape can easily sense the predatory nature of the four strangers. They're mere moments away from violence. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir rips her glove off and drops it on the ground, wrapping her fingers around the crowbar firmly. She suddenly gasps and her eyes roll up into her head a bit, twitching. As a result her hair gets touched. This is probably worthy of some sort of offensive comment. The cause and effect might be a bit blurry to people who aren't Tyler or Erika. She hates this bit, because as soon as she gets her senses back, she's sure things are going to have gone from bad to worse. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Kid let out a deep dangerous chuckle. Predatory in it's own right. He was already hungry...and now a smoogish board was threatening him...and worse his friend....and mabey new friend? The jury out there. "Big Mistake" was all he signs And within a moment notice Kid went from confident mobster to raging beast, any semblance of who he was seemingly up in smoke as tries to grab Letter Jacket and slam him into the seden window shield with every intent to make him regret not heading his warning. Of course there also the fact Kid never faced another vampire...so who knows how this will go! 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "That's a new one on me," says the woman in the miniskirt when Erika starts to twitch. She looks at her comrades and shrugs, "I'm done playing with my food." Suddenly, the four strangers' faces rapidly shift from looking like normal peoples' to scrunched up monster faces, complete with long, sharp fangs. As Kid grabs Letter Jacket and slams him into the auto glass, causing it to spiderweb, the monster sinks his fingers into the gorilla's wrists to attempt to hold them in place, "You're going to regret that, monkey!" The first thing the ape is likely to notice is that this guy is stronger than a normal human, though not as powerful as the gorilla he may be able to hang on to Kid's wrists. Driver attempts to leap on Kid from behind, trying to wrap his arms around the gorilla's massive torso to set himself up for a neck bite, "Stop going ape and just go with it, big guy!" Faux Hawk lunges towards Tyler who dodges out of the way, whipping a fist around to catch her in the jaw as she passes. The young man follows up with a kick to the back of her knee that causes her to partially collapse to the ground before he turns back to check on Erika. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir opens her eyes and immediately pops up to hook Miniskirt's wrist with the crowbar, stepping to pull her down, gripping the crowbar in both hands and suddenly spinning to smash the other end of it into her chest. You wouldn't use nonlethal techniques on a fungus.. and that's her library of techniques right now. She goes a bit distant as she loads up Laura too, getting her characteristic unemotional coldness added on top of her usually expressive demeanor. Assassination, anatomy, tactics.. Her eyes unfocus to take the whole battlefield in her peripheral vision, jabbing backward with the hook a moment to hopefully mess with Driver's jump a little. Low percentage assist. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Kid let out a beastly roar as the vampire clamps down on his wrist. Kid may have been stronger and tougher than a human...but a bullet would still wripe him out, and a vampire couldn't definite hurt him. The problem is...the vampire hurt him. Big Mistake While Kid could not readily get his wrist released, he didn't need too. He spin around vampire in hand (or is it his hand in vampire?) so that his back was towards the sedan...and procede to slam his back into the car multiple times to dislodge the vampire trying to get his neck. Glass shatters, metal tears and more likely than not Kid is getting cut, but he didn't care.     With the backpack-pire to the car, his lifts his wrist and opens his mouth WIDE. Four razor sharp canines, more than capable of piecing a skull was about to come down on the vampire unless he smartened up, cause Kid was not taking any prisoners. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "What the hell are these things?" Tyler asks as Faux Hawk comes for him again, taking his attention away from Erika's plight. As the vampire girl goes for a roundhouse kick to the head Tyler leans straight back to dodge it, almost like he's doing the limbo, then straightens out to resume striking her. The lad unleashes a brutal combination on the woman, kicking her in the leg hard enough to make it buckle slightly before punching her in the face a few times. On the last punch she manages to grab his wrist with one hand and hold onto it. Miniskirt glances down at where the piece of metal had been sticking out of her torso for a moment before looking up at Erika and saying, "This was my favorite shirt, you little bitch! I'm going to suck you dry for that." The vampire seems to ignore the injury and reaches to try to grab Erika by the shoulders. Kid manages to knock loose the Driver on his back, the humanoid monster rolls across the hood of the sedan and ends up on the other side of the car. Rather than make a retreat like a smart person would the Driver bends his knees and jumps over the vehicle, intent on delivering a mighty punch to the back of Kid's head. Letter Jacket sees the teeth coming for him and lets go of his hold on Kid's wrists and holds his arms in front of his face to protect himself. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir does a little looping motion to deflect the grab, then stabs with the sharp end again, having no illusions or expectations that that's going to be especially effective, and so she doesn't commit to it much either. "'Suck dry'. Teeth. Nighttime. Vampire?" She remembers having at least one wooden pencil in her bag, as she steps to the side to start fencing at Miniskirt to keep her back, digging around for it. "I'm not religious, and I don't have any garlic." 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' The hands were not enough to stop Kid, his bite goes through the vampires hands from below with his lower canines, and his uppercanines piece the top of the vampire skull deeply. He even began to drain the vampire of his psychic energy...or would have untill BANG! Driver timely punch make Kid release his hold with another roar, release his would be victem as he stumble forward holdhing his head. The crack of hand on skull rung out as he head his held. That was a hell of a punch. Enough of a disraction to drop his illusion completly. He spins around to face down the vampires his finger twitch to get his hands on them as he takes a meaning step forward He is the beast the monster's should fear if they know better. Least in Kid's mind. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' As his wrist is grabbed Tyler rolls his hand and wrist around while at the same time stepping behind Faux Hawk and shoving hard. Her grip is dislodged and she falls on her back. Tyler wastes no time in getting around behind her, wrapping his arm around her neck to put her into a rear naked choke. "Vampires? I knew I should have bought a sword!" Miniskirt continues getting poked with the crowbar, blood seeping through her shirt. Eventually she takes both hands and attempts to wrest the weapon away from Erika, planning on using sheer strength to get it free from the girl. Kids bite causes Letter Jacket to scream out in pain, falling away from the attack to scoot backwards away from the gorilla before pushing himself to his feet. Driver grins as he looks at Kid after rocking him, cocking back his fist to take another swing. As he choreographs the first punch he lets out a jab aimed for Kid's jaw in a sneaky strike. 

:'''{{#var:284|Colossus (284)}} has posed:''' Headlights appear coming up the road, and not at a rapid speed. The position of the lights indicate a large vehicle, such as a truck. Driving is less safe when one-handed, but he is managing, as he uses the information on his phone to attempt to locate the distress call. This is not particularly his forte, but he was somewhat close by from a job he was doing. The truck slows a little as the scene unfolds in front of the headlights, and the big silver truck rolls to a complete stop next to where the bike has gotten the flat, tires grinding in the gravel and rock. The horn blares in a loud disruption. Cavalry here. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir is nonplussed as Miniskirt puts both hands on her crowbar. Now she knows where both of her hands are. She steps forward, rotating her body again in a move that Colossus has probably seen oh so many times, but usually done with adamantium claws. Instead, she comes up under the ribcage with a sharpened wooden pencil. Heart shot! She blinks once as suddenly, she is holding and facing a cloud of falling black ash. "...Whoah, that worked way better than I thought it would." She immediately starts digging in her bag for another pencil, turning to see where everyone else is. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' The Gorilla was prepare to take the initial first punch thrown...untill he get a punch to the jaw with a fake out! Driver wasn't holding back now as Kid head jerks left and right with each punch, stepping back each time. His lip was split and his eyes blackened...and felt all the more dangerous.     A few powerful jabs at his torso with might be bone breaking strikes make Kid double over as if he was losing steam in the fight. Though it was difficult to tell how injured he was considering the ealier thrashing.     But with the oncomming truck, it provided a much needed window of oppertunity. The gorilla grabs Drive, as his eyes glow softly. He let out a predatory growl...and this time he was the one feeding as he very forcebly begins draining the vampire of his psychic energy with such brutality as to cause sever migraine in the proccess. Most vampires are killed via sun or stake...but being killed by hungry ape? That might be a new one if at all possible. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' When he realizes that his sleeper hold isn't going to work, Tyler instead starts punching the vampire in the back of the head, behind the ear, a move that's illegal in most combat sports. It seems to do the trick, rendering Faux Hawk unconscious after several blows. Tyler gets to his feet and sees that Kid is still fighting so he moves to assist his ape friend. Driver is a talented brawler, though untrained. He doesn't know what to do when Kid grabs him and he's got no psychic defenses. Kid is able to successfully drain his mind using his powers as Driver screams at the pain in his head. Letter Jacket sees what's going on but is unable to figure out what's happening. Seeing that the car he arrived in is just about totaled he runs towards the silver truck's driver's side, intent on yanking open the door and pulling the driver out for a quick car jacking. 

:'''{{#var:284|Colossus (284)}} has posed:''' Piotr shut off the truck, he has the keys, but he left the lights on; he climbs out of it as the door is opened for him. He goes absolutely nowhere when the man in the Letter Jacket yanks him, but does suddenly turn metallic. Other than that, Piotr ignores Letter Jacket entirely, other than to tell him, "No." Piotr is a big man; the big truck makes his size less of an issue. But there is not much climbing to do. He reaches into the back truck bed, with a few sounds of metal on wood as his tools bang together, and pulls the shovel from the back. He comes around the front of the truck to stand directly in the bright headlights' path, backlit heavily by them, and sets the head of the shovel against the gravel of the roadside, the handle loose in broad palm. Piotr is a massive, dark silohette; it'd be hard to see the metal since he is clothed. "This fight ends! You will /leave/ now," Piotr announces firmly, his russian accent lending a harshness to the words.  It is still unclear to him exactly what is going on, and which of these people are the ones who called. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir digs out another pencil, this one a wooden art pencil scavenged from the floor of the art room at Xavier's. She holds it in her gloved left hand and keeps the crowbar in her bare hand in a guard position, and looks up at the shine of metal skin. "Oh thank GOD you're here! They tried to EAT us!" She hangs loosely in Laura's distinctive fighting stance, crinkling her nose a little and sniffing, ready to pounce on anything that tries to come at her. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Kid was about to finish off Driver, the man skin begining to black and ashen and blow with the wind. Unfortante Tyler made a grave mistake in appraching an enraged Ape. Without hesitation Kid actually tries to grab Tyler by the throat and lift him up, unable to tell friend from foe in the heat of the moment as he drops Driver to deal with the newest 'threat' to get within his range. Erika words thanking for the arrival of the calvery and Piotr larger than life presence and own words seem to go over the gorillas head. His eyes switching to all people present consistantly. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "Oh. Screw this," Letter Jacket says when the guy he grabbed not only doesn't move like he's supposed to but turns into metal. There's no way in hell he's sticking around to see what happens next, just turning and running away down the street. As Tyler approaches Kid and the ape reaches out towards him his reflexes kick in and he dances back out of the way, nearly tripping over the now discarded and thoroughly unconscious Driver. There's a look of surprise on Tyler's face, the young man completely shocked at the action of his friend. The human kid probably just forgot the gorilla's raw savagery in the heat of the moment. "Kid?" he asks. "It's me, man! It's Tyler!" 

:'''{{#var:284|Colossus (284)}} has posed:''' "There will be no eating," Piotr answers Erika, and walks directly over the embankment area towards Tyler and Kid, the shovel held loose and downwards, all of his attention on Kid now, and getting close enough to be able to come to Tyler's aid. "You will back down, or I will cause you to sit down." It is less of a threat and more of just a statement. On close proximity now, the metal is far more apparent: the large man has the shiny metal in place of skin. It is only on his head and hands, though, since he is fully dressed otherwise. "Are you injured?" Piotr directs to Erika and Tyler. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir frowns and cusses. "Fuuh, this isn't the time to be going full 'Drea.. He's on our side! He's just, like.. snapped..!" She makes a face, because now she just doesn't have the skills to be dealing with this. "I am uninjured.. I mean, I'm fine." She eases a bit and stands back, not quite sure how to deal with this. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Kid growls were low and dangerous...but there was something to be said about emotions and Kid. 4 hungry vampires made him a wild animal - 1 shocked friend, 1 uncertain aquiatance and 1 uncharateristcly calm russian...equates to a still very confused Gorilla...but he at least calms down enough to back down, going down. He stayed standing, bracing himself with his knuckles, but otherwise was still, as he tries to regain himself. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "I'm good. Hands are sore, but I just punched a vampire a bunch," Tyler tells Piotr, sparing him a glance for a mere moment before returning his attention to Kid. Opening and closing his fists a couple of times to make sure that nothing's injured, he finally looks away from Kid once more, not wanting to risk eye contact with an angry beast. Tyler says to the other humans, "He'll be back to himself soon. I've seen him get angry before, it just takes him a minute." He moves back slowly to give his friend some space. 

:'''{{#var:284|Colossus (284)}} has posed:''' "Good. Then you will call an ambulance, and the police, please," Piotr directs very calmly to the uninjured/fine Erika and Tyler. He does not intrude or push Kid. He keeps the shovel but bends over the odd looking hungry mutant-maybe-person that is on the ground: the one nearly murdered by the psychic attack. Piotr examines him visually, frowning, and reaches in to attempt to feel for a pulse. "Vampire, you have said. Some mutants appear to be vampiric, but need assistance." Much like Kid. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir mmhs. "People disappear at night around here all the time. And the one turned into a pile of ashes when I staked her." She shudders. She's going to be having some awful nightmares when she unhooks her assassin friend from her brain. "They were all talking about wanting to drain us dry and calling us 'food'." She drifts a bit into assassin mode. "We were driving northbound when Twitch noticed his tire softening. After about a mile, we had a flat tire. He stopped for repairs. It looks like a fresh screw. Knowing the area has a very high rate of dissapearances at night, I called the school. After a short time, that vehicle drove up and the four individuals inside offered assistance. Their non verbals were threatening. They surrounded us and attacked." She points around. "I activated X-23 and Twitch souvenirs and staked that one in self defense just as you arrived." She pulls out her phone and hangs up, freakishly unemotional at the moment. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Well Tyler made the right move there, backing up from Kid. Erika sudden foray into detach and Piotr calm demeaner helped speed Kid quickly into being a much calmer...if still visibly aggressive ape. But it was 'normal' aggression. He get a dead pan expression when police and ambulance are mentioned. That was a big old nope. Of course the place was evidently riddled with vampire so Kid shakes bloodied glass from his fur and if the other are effected, seem to dissappear. But where he went won't hard to discern. Seen or not Kid would make his way to Piotr truck and climb into it, his weight making the truck shake a bit. Seem they got a new monkey. A general telepathic message goes out to the other o O ("I don't do hospitals, I don't do cops") Drive as it stands, though breathing and unconciouse, did not seem to have a pulse. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, that's how it went down. If these guys are vampires, and I'm pretty sure they are, it would be irresponsible to let them anywhere near people," Tyler says with a frown on his face. Getting Kid's mental message he says, "Yeah, and Kid's a gorilla so the cops might try to take him in or call animal control. We can't have that. I think we should just take that shovel and real quick chop the heads off of the vampires." Behind him, Faux Hawk starts to roll over, groaning at the pain in her head. Her eyes manage to peel themselves open and she looks at the group standing nearby and mutters, "Oh crap." 

:'''{{#var:284|Colossus (284)}} has posed:''' "I do not know how lethal your souvenir objects are; I will assume for now that your life was in danger to require lethal force. But that can be discussed on return," Piotr says. He looks sadly at the downed person, pitying them for what they must be. Tyler's suggestion gets a very firm look from Piotr, though. "You will /not/ be murdering any defenseless persons, as there is no longer a threat to you," he says. However, then Faux Hawk moves, and Piotr stands up quickly, moving towards Tyler, prepared to defend him with his own body. This does mean he leaves Drive's immediate vicinity, unaware of how fast the vampires can run. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir crosses her eyes a little bit. Her powers make telepaths register kind of.. wonky. "The pencil worked freakishly well... I don't expect a pencil to make somebody that ignored a crowbar through the ribs to turn ingo a pile of ashes. Okay, that's weird." 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Kid having been listen snorts. He reaches out to the remaining vampires and implants a single suggestion into their minds o O ("Run") they had just had their butts handed to them by 3 teens, one of which could eat them, and a giant metal man has just soon up. Such a suggestion should hopefully work. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "I don't want any trouble!" Faux Hawk cries as Colossus moves closer to her, raising her hands in front of her body in a defensive posture. After looking over the group in front of her she turns and begins to run off into the night. Driver, meanwhile, opens his eyes to see that there's nobody around him at the moment and hurriedly gets to his feet, hauling ass in the opposite direction. Tyler just watches the pair run off, frowning still, "Damn, they're getting away!" He looks disturbed at that thought, "They going to kill somebody!" 

:'''{{#var:284|Colossus (284)}} has posed:''' Piotr stares at Erika's assessment of her tools of murder, but doesn't say anything about it for the moment. He does not pursue the escaping vampires, after getting a gist of their speed. He has teenagers to protect, he can't go after them in this case anyway. "Your safety is my priority for now. I will call this in when we have moved," Piotr says heavily, and starts to walk to their bike. He sets the shovel against the truck's side and just picks up their bike, gently. "I will drop you off on our way if you ask, but please do not hide from me." This is projected in general to the truck bed, because he is going to put the bike in it. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Okay. Laura is trained to suppress her emotions. I'm emo ay eff. In a little bit, I am going to have to turn that souvenir off and I am going to be a MESS. Can we just go home? I am going to need sleep and I literally can't sleep until I am back on campus." 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Kid reappears, at least to Piotr and even helps him load the bike and even strap it down, seeming to be no stranger to such things. But otherwise remains silent, simply giving the metal man a thumbs up. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "Yeah. Getting home isn't a bad idea. Maybe we can come back and see if Laura or Mr. Logan can track them down," Tyler says thoughtfully as he watches his motorcycle get loaded into the bed of the truck. He looks at Erika and gives her a nod, "If you need to cry or talk or whatever, I'm here for you. You're my friend and I know how upset you get about stuff like this. But tonight you did the right thing and protected yourself. You did a great job." 

:'''{{#var:284|Colossus (284)}} has posed:''' Kid's helpfulness clearly gets him a great deal of room in the metal man's esteem, he gets a subtle nod of response as the bike is strapped and loaded, and he replaces the shovel back in the side of the bed with some other tools. "Yes. Please get in, and remember your seatbelts," the quiet Piotr reminds in his calm manner, returning to get into the drivers seat himself. There is some junk in the passenger seat, but plenty of room in the backseat for both teens. He will drop Kid off, and get the other two to safety. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir spends half the trip calmly writing out detailed notes on the encounter, observations, tactical notes, etc., and the other half a gibbering sobbing mess who immediately dissapears into her room as soon as she gets back to Xavier's. 
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4968/Scavenging

2018-07-20T05:56:20Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' There's all sorts of odd things to find in the school, and people get up to all sorts of weird activities. It's almost mundane. Erika Kristasdottir's weirdness today seems to involve sneaking around and digging through the trash. She is in her usual clothes - dark, lightly curly hair with low bangs. Heavy black eyeliner and mascara on expressive grey eyes, and a touch of lip gloss. She is wearing a button up shirt, dark grey today and flannel; a T-shirt with a band name (Jinjur), and black tight pants.Converse with mismatching hashtag-laced laces. She had a black satchel. A pair of black leather gloves peek out from her pocket, and she is wearing plastic food service gloves as she roots through the litter, bobbing her head to music in her head. 

:'''{{#var:252|Boris (252)}} has posed:''' The school may be weird...but some things are weirder than other. Picking through the trash at random is one of them. Boris was walking along heading towards the library for studying, his shaking of the ground at a nice undistruptive minium today.     For his part, the dwarf like student still insisted on wearing only his jean overalls...cept when actually going to class. Regardless he stops by Erika, his fuzzy tendril like whiskers twitching. He was unsure if he should disturb the persistant woman and ups to give her a friendly wave instead. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' It's been a long day of paperwork and logistics. Typically Scott wouldn't have this much work to do but being out for 2 months will do that to a person. Most people might look pretty rough after a full day but not Scott. Scott looks.. satiated. After it was finished, he decided to take another walk through the mansion to see how things are going. And to just experience being here again. Which brings him to now. He steps out of the staff meeting room where papers were spread out all over a desk but now are neatly stacked up and complete. He walked out into the main foyer maybe with the intention of stepping out onto the front step and getting a breath of fresh air when he happens to notice someone going through the litter in one of the bins. He stops and watches Erika for a moment without saying anything. After a few more seconds he finally heads in her direction and once he approaches her he clears his throat, looking down at her, "Anything I can help you with?" He glances up to see Boris walking by and offers him a polite smile and nod before looking back down at Erika to find out what it is she's doing. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir waves cheerily, not at all ashamed of her dumpster diving. "Hey Boris! Hey, um.... Mr.... Summer is it? Wait, that's not quite right.." She stops and furrows her brow a little bit, trying to remember your name. She stands up, puts her hands behind her back and tries to look polite and attentive and stuff. "I'm trying to find anything halfway passable as a souvenir that isn't going to have me sniffing walls or breaking my hands again. I only have a few, and my last idea got shot down when I suggested it." 

:'''{{#var:252|Boris (252)}} has posed:''' Boris nods and smiles through his busy beard "Ahhh, so thar be whit ye be doink in vee dumpster. Twas wonderink" he than turn to Scott and offers a wave to him as well "Hello Mr. Proffesor summers" he says in his deep Baritone.     Looking back to Erika he cants his head in wonder "vat was yer last idea?" he wonders curiously as he lumbers over to stand with Scott and Erika with curiosity. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Scott's hands rest clasped together behind his back as he watches Erika stop digging through the trash and stand up. His brows furrow as he considers her response. "Summers," he replies as his eyes return to the waste can. She's looking for a souvenir in the trash can. His eyes shift over towards Boris after hearing his thick accent. He nods at the young man once more and offers him a smile. "I can see if I can dig up a key chain if that's the type of souvenir you're looking for, Miss..." he says and trails off as he clearly does not know the name of the young lady he's speaking to. He also glances back at Boris with a curious eyebrow arched above his sunglasses to indicate that he also doesn't know Boris's name. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs. "I have a case of silicone wristbands in my room. I wanted to see if I could get people to wear them while they reviewed and practiced various things that might be important in an emergency, then give them back. Then I was going to catalog them in a database and put them away so if I was going to do something that I thought you know - maybe it might potentially come in useful to, say, know how to I don't know, fix a car engine or build a shelter and a fire in the woods or something." She ums, "Oh! Right. You don't know me. I'm Erika. I'm a psychometrist, so I need things like.. old socks and stuff so I can do anything. Souvenirs. Mostly I borrow skills." She frowns. "I suggested it to Mr. Drake and he gave me a lecture about how horrible it is to abuse my power. But that's my ENTIRE POWER, so like.. yeah. Kind of sore about that." 

:'''{{#var:252|Boris (252)}} has posed:''' "Perhaps Mr. Proffesor Drake is just warning ye ta be carefulz?" Boris says "He seem like a friendly proffesar. He even telt Tyler und mahself aboot da time dey froze da pool az a prank." he says and chuckles remember the story. Boris looks to Scott and blinks turning slightly red, the ground rumbling a bit more "Oi! Whare be mah manners. Mah apologies, Mr.Proffesor Summers. Ah be Boris Brietbarth. Et be of vee pleasure ta meet sie" he tells him. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Scott smiles and nods at Boris, "Pleasure meeting you, Mr. Brietbarth." He glances back at Erika and offers her a similar smile, "And you as well, Erika." He idly claps the back of one hand into the palm of the other, still clasped behind his back as he speaks with the students. Looking back at Erika, he nods, "Perhaps there is some way we can accommodate your needs without getting too personal or 'abusive'," as Drake put it. He may have to consult with some of the other staff members to get an idea of what may be needed and what considerations should be taken. He glances back down into the trash can and considers the types of refuse there and what types of memories could be gleaned off of them and purses his lips together. She's wearing gloves to avoid prying into everyone's memories, which is good. But there must be a better way so this sort of thing isn't necessary. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir sighs some, "Okay yeah, well, he didn't say anything about consulting or anythig, he just told me I should learn everything the regular way. I'm not Batman! I don't have decades to spend learning how to do everything just so I won't be tempted to ever use my powers! I mean, if the whole point of this is to just learn how to not be muta, it seems like that's something they should say? And it would be easier to just stick some sort of suppressor on me if so, right?" She hmphs. "I mean, I already have to sleep on a table covered in grass and wear gloves everywhere in the middle of a hot summer.." She sighs in exasperation. "And like.. My friends keep coming back messed up from ridiculous, like.. cyborgs and stuff and I feel like I am sitting on my hands doing nothing and just like.. WATCHING stuff go wrong, and I want to be doing SOMEthing. I feel useless, and it scares me feeling like that." 

:'''{{#var:252|Boris (252)}} has posed:''' Boris blinks slowly "...thar...does sound counter intuitive...und hypocritic. Thart vis place was supposed ta teach sie how ta use yer powahs responsibly" he can't help but wonder if this was an exageration, but he doesn't say anything, figureing that if nothing else, Scott could probably find out. "Ah kin vink of a way. If vey kin train a machine ta read minds, den surely thar must be a way to store such readinks more peremently... which more or less sound like whit yer were goink fer" he notes "...Ah vink yer idea is fine" he tells erika. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Far be it for Scott to undermine the authority of other staff in the mansion. If Drake is adamant about not providing Erika with means to learn specific skills using her abilities it is worth having a conversation about it. All points of view matter. He regards Boris after his comments but doesn't comment himself. Instead, he turns back to Erika and nods, "I understand your frustration." Unfortunately there's not much he can do about it at the moment. "It's admirable that you care about your friends enough to want to help them in dangerous situations. I'm sure they understand." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir sighs. "Yeah, I just.. I feel like the useless pest. I hate feeling useless. And like.. I don't know, maybe he didn't understand something? Or maybe I didn't understand? But I am TRYING to make myself more useful and like.. safer? And everybody else can just kind of wave their hands and do cool stuff, and *I* get to go *dumpster diving* just to do anything at *all* and it's *not fair*." Breath in, breath out. "I don't even mind being like, the one that sits at home doing cool stuff so they can look awesome. I mean, I figured out who shot Andrea that one time. Not that it mattered, but I did it." 

:'''{{#var:252|Boris (252)}} has posed:''' And here comes the eyeroll from Boris. "Rioght. Well, sie hauf vee good luck wif thar crisis." he says not even going to touch that one with a 4 meter pole. He perks a bit at hearing Andrea got shot...but considering she was alright far as he know, it was nothing to persue. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Speak of the werewolf, Andrea heads into the foyer from upstairs, waving to a few students who call out her name. As usual she is all smiles and radiating positive vibes. She's wearing a sun dress over a pair of snug black leggings and white sneakers. Her Kate Spade bag is over her shoulder, dangling freely against her side. As she spies the trio, she aims in their direction in a casual stride. "Hey, guys!" 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Scott watches Erika and listens to her quietly as she expresses the difficulties she's experienced in coming to terms with her powers and her place in the mansion. He's also not the best person to offer moral support in situations like this. He recalls the earlier conversation he had with Andrea where he learned a little bit about the wound she suffered that Erika is referencing. When the woman in question appears in the foyer from the second floor, Scott glances up and offers her a nod in welcome, "Miss Jackson." His eyes peer beyond her to the gaggle of fans that ogle her before they finally move on. He supposes he'll never get used to that. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir waves at Andrea, distracted by the sudden arrival just as her rant deflates. "Hiii! Umm.." She looks around a bit, suddenly a little bit embarrassed that she's standing next to a garbage can, in food service gloves. Not VERY embarrassed, but a little bit. She tilts her head, "How are you doing? Is there like.. anything going on? With like, you or anybody?" 

:'''{{#var:252|Boris (252)}} has posed:''' Boris raises an eyebrow at Erika confused to the sudden change. He looks to Scott and than Andrea. "Evenink Andrea" he turns back to the others "Sorry, bit if yer peeps excuse meh...ah was heaink fer vee library und hauf some werk ta do" he tells them. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Nothing much is going on with me. I was just having a Skype interview with Rolling Stone upstairs and then just saying g'night to my mom." Andrea says as she rocks on her shoes, then reaches out to snag Boris by the shirt, giving it a few tugs. "You're taking off already, bro? I just got here." She flashes a grin to him. "Hi Mister Summers." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Scott glances over at Boris again and nods towards him, "Pleasure meeting you, Mr. Brietbarth. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around soon." He offers the man a smile as he wanders off then turns his attention back to Erika and Andrea. He folds his arms across his chest and is content to let Andrea and Erika catch up. He is somewhat curious about finding out more about what happened with the injurt and who else may have been affected. His eyes occasionally glance around the foyer at the various other students who walk here and there. Lots of students to get to know. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods.. "Lucky." She hmmms and looks around a bit. "I was just trying to introduce myself to Mr. Summers." And venting a little, but it's been a day. "Do you have any ideas where I can get some more souvenirs? I'm kind of super low and Laura makes me a little bit loopy. I used one the other day at that one house. I mean, I probably should have waited, I'm going to work on that." 

:'''{{#var:252|Boris (252)}} has posed:''' Boris actually -freezes- when Andrea begins to tug on the strap of his overalls. Much like a deer in headlights. He bristles some and he says "Andrea, careful of vee spikes, dey are sharp" he says clearly more worried about accidently hurting someone than being tugged on.     But the tug did stop his leaving. "Et was guess still is pleasure. Vough yer won't see meh after tommorw till monday most likely" he muses. A glance to Erika "Probably should hauf...bit sie did fine" he notes to her. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Boris, you going on a trip or something for a few days?" Andrea asks curiously as she gives him a smile, not too concerned about his spikes. She knows she can heal from them. Also, being shot in the head puts everything into perspective. Everything else in life is a papercut compared to what she went through. "Souvenirs?" She asks Erika. "Like the bracelets you were wearing or something?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Yeah, that's what I call things I read to do stuff. Like if I took one of your shirts so I could play backup guitar. It's just, like.. easier that way. I'm trying to figure out how I can get a collection started so I will have, like.. some options in case I need to be able to do stuff." Thus explaining why she was digging around in the trash looking for things like worn out socks, earphones, et cetera. Because so far the only OTHER thing she can do is of limited use. 

:'''{{#var:252|Boris (252)}} has posed:''' "Nay. Jist goink ta pa house fer vee week-end as usual. He insist thar ah come home at least ven, he would profer if ah came home everyday really, bit he is warmin up ta da place" he rubs the back of his neck a bit embaressed. It was rumored his father did not approve of mutants.     Boris blinks and looks to Erika "Oh! He is engineer und blacksmith. Mabeh ah kin git sie a pencil or somevink ta use und sie kin make vings. Aye?" he asks, wondering if such a thing would make for a good souvineer. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Ahh. I see. I hope you have a good time then!" Andrea says to Boris with a big smile on her face. "Let me know if you need a ride back or something. I can pick you up." To Erika, she ponders for a moment in thought. Leaning back against the stairwell, she glances upwards to the ceiling. "What about keys? Can you make a key ring and then collect keys that some of us have touched. Keep them in your pocket and pull them out when you need a particular skill? Easy to organize and you won't have to wear them necessarily." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir hmms, thinking and tapping her chin in thought. "Does he keep the pencil in his pocket or his hand when he's making them? Because then it would be great. Well, I guess it would still be good otherwise, if he drafts the things with the pencil.. I could use it to invent the things but not make them." She mimes writing in the air, then looks over at the other idea, leaving her hand hanging. To Andrea, "Well like, you'd have to carry the key when you practiced, and I would have to hold the key. Or like, I dunno, drop it in my bra or something I guess would work too." She punctuates that with a miming gesture. "So it would stay touching me. Tyler suggested silicone bracelets and I have a bunch upstairs, but like, I'm pretty open to anything. Socks work great too, even though I can only wear two." 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:'''      Soon enough, one of the doors would open. It was to the Professor's office and classroom, opening it for him would be one Theresa Cassidy, who seemed nice enough to let him out first. "Why thank you, Ms. Cassidy. I'll be happy to speak to you more about becoming a staff member at a later time." Though his eyes soon shift to everyone present. With Siryn by his side, he offers everyone the kindest smile, as a grandfather can do.      "Hello everyone. I trust everyone is enjoying their time so far?" he asks curiously as he wheels up to the group, offering the kindest smile. Though he sees quite a few familiar faces, he namely looks to Erika. "Ah, Erika. How are you doing?" given the last time they met, he hopes she improved. "and Miss Andrea. How are you feeling?" 

:'''{{#var:252|Boris (252)}} has posed:''' Boris smiles a bit at Andrea "Vanks, ah vill keep et in mind. Vough since da fungus started bein beat back, tis been safer ta travel beneath vee earth agin" he notes. His prefer mode of transportation.     The dwarven mutant closes his eyes as he considers Erika question "Behind his ear when doin drafting or even general work" he tells Erika after the moments consideration.     As the principle and Theresa comes, he gives a small wave "Hello Mr. Principle Xavier und Ms. Cassidy" he says. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Hm." Andrea says as she rocks on her sneakers again, then gives a glance over to the two new arrivals. She smiles and lifts a hand to wave to them. "Good evening Professor. I am doing fine I suppose. My new single came out today. Already number one on the charts. It's kept my phone busy due to people wanting to interview and talk about it. Speaking of, I should get going and sneak my evening jog in. I have an early morning ahead of me with my agent." She gives a grin to Boris. "Be safe and call me if you need me. I'll keep thinking of stuff, Erika." She says as she heads for the front door so she can go on her nightly workout. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs! "Hi Professor!" She waves brightly, then starts ticking things off on her fingers, looking up as if reading from an imaginary list. 1) "I have a bed I can sleep on, and Thistlewalker made me a pillow and a breed of clover for the matress, so I don't need to get zapped so I can sleep." 2) "I'm trying to find souvenirs so I can use my powers, because right now I don't have many. I asked Mr. Drake if people might wear bracelets when they practice stuff, so I will have some useful skills for emergency. He said no, I don't know why. Maybe I didn't explain well enough? Or I didn't understand right? So I need some help figuring out how to get some more skills that won't cause any trouble or break any rules or anything." Though apparently she assumes random dumpster diving is okay. 3) "I should probably figure out a better way to carry them too. I mean, I'm not big, there's only so many ways I can carry stuff that won't fall out accidentally here." She hmms, glossing over a bunch of angst about feeling useless and having nightmares about being helpless. 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:'''     "No Problem, Professor. Ah figured, with all I've learned from Moira on the island, I could 'elp out 'ere." Terry says before looking up towards everyone else. "Hello there." She says to Scott and everyone else that.....are not familiar to her. Her voice is soft, but manages to carry to everyone. 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:'''      Professor Xavier looks to Boris and he smiles to him softly. "It's good to see you too, young man. I trust you've been well behaved lately?" he teases the dwarf before his eyes find Erika! "oh my." before she starts to list things off! He simply listens patiently as she explains every last tiny detail. "Ah, at least you are doing far better. It warms my heart to see this. Have you been wearing gloves like I asked you to?" he questions her before his eyes shift to Andrea.      Nodding to her lightly as she leaves, he simply seems to smile to Theresa. "I truly think you could. We will certainly see what we can do, yes?" he smiles rather softly before his eyes fall upon Scott.      "Ah, Scott. It's good t o see you. How have you been?" he asks curiously. 

:'''{{#var:252|Boris (252)}} has posed:''' Boris eyes widen "Ermm..umm.. of course Mr.Principle xaiver" he says struck with a bit of anervounouse. The floor boards rattle a bit. While Boris has taking a liking to the place...he very much took schooling seriously.     Boris listens to the list and is relieved to hear the lack of angst. He glances to the gloves on erika person and wondered if xaiver got them for her. None the less he looks to Terry "Whit island? Und who be vis Moira fello?" he wonders of her. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir has some food service gloves on right at the moment, and she has a pair of leather gloves in her pocket, which she gestures to. She has no shortage of angst! But she's not awful. Why, just the other day she felt particularly useless because all the cool kids were playing superpowered kickball, and she's basically a stable in that situation. She does venture a "Yeah, I still need them really bad. Uh. And I need to get some lessons in on mind powers sometime soon? I'm not sure how to ask for those." 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy tilts her head. "Dunno if I could 'elp you out any, since my powers are not like yours. But if you truly need 'elp....The professor is the one to ask." She then ponders. "And I was talking aboot Moira MacTaggart on Muir Island...." 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:''' Professor watches as Boris leaves, though his eyes soon shift to Erika. "Excellent. Keep them on until we figure out what to do. and don't worry, do you happen to be free within the next few days? I plan on teaching you a private lesson on how I think your psychometry could work. I would appreciate it if you and maybe Ms. Monroe or Mr. Drake would come to my office on such a day and we can plan on our options." a kind smile from the old man before he looks at Theresa. "Very true on all accounts." then Boris leaves. "It's alright, misunderstandings happen all the time." he smiles warmly to her. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods, "I live here! I'm free on all kinds of days. I'd rearrange my schedule for that anyways. Is there anything I can do to help you figure it out better? And can we talk about some good ways to stock up on souvenirs then?" She bounces a little, then takes off her food service gloves and tosses them in the garbage. She frowns at the leather gloves then grabs them both on one hand, hissing a little and twitching, eyes fluttering for a couple seconds before she sighs in annoyance and pulls them onto her hands. 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:'''     "I would have 'Ro teach you. She has a lot of patience. Even with me." Terry says with a chuckle....and she pats the Professor on the shoulder. "I'm gonna 'ead to bed, Professor. See you in the morn. Might even make breakfast for us." And she starts to head off, humming a tune...."See you all later." 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:''' Xavier smiles happily to THeresa as she announces her departure. "Very well, sleep tight, my dear." and he watches Theresa leave before his eyes fall upon Erika. "Excellent!" and he starts to wheel himself off as if he was making his leave as well. "Don't worry young Erika. I already have a plan. But if you have any ideas, please feel free to tell me as son as possible!" he calls out to her with a smile on his face. The happiest old dude ever. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir smiles and waves. "Thank you, Professor!" She hmms, biting her lip and reviewing what she knows about her abilities in her head to herself really quickly, then goes wandering off, pondering this and that. 
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4934/Have hammer, need nails

2018-07-16T15:49:14Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir walks into the back yard, fuming. She has a cardboard box under her arm, and is in her usual clothes and makeup. She flops down at a picnic table, putting the box down and looking around in irritation, thinking for awhile. She looks at the box, then pulls out a small notepad and pen and contemplates stuff to write in it. Hmm. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura looks over, curious, as she considers the box, and Erika. She starts over. "What is that?" she asks. Direct and to the point, as ever. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir smiles and opens the box. It's almost overflowing with various colored silicone wristbands. "Hey Laura. How are you doing? It's a box of wristbands. We had an idea of getting people to wear wrist bands while they practice useful skills, so I could wear a few and have some skills that I might need." She frowns. "So I went to ask a teacher. I asked Mr. Drake, and he told me I should just learn how to do everything. I don't know what I need to know! I'm not, you know. Batman or anything." She glares at the table in frustration. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura considers it. "It is a good idea." The girl who's trained with her powers since birth seems to consider power training important. Go figure. She considers, and reaches out a hand. "I will wear one if you like." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir hands you a handful. "Sure. Let me know what kinds of things you practiced doing when you get them back to me so I can take notes." She smiles some. "I don't know what all kinds of things you know how to do. Or anybody. I'm trying to figure that out." Then she looks down. "I just kind of wish other people could see that. I mean, *I* thought it was a totally reasonable idea." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' "Mostly what I do is fight." Laura looks over. "That was what I was trained to do." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Not, like, sneaking or anything like that? I mean, fighting is awesome and all, but I don't think I can count on punching my way out of everything." She hmmms a bit, "I probably need to know how to do other things. I just don't know what they are yet." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura pauses. "Oh. Yes. I can do that also." To her it's all part of a huge package. "But I do not...practice often. That was something I did on assignments." Sadly, she's probably one of the least qualified to help with "skills", because she's so laser focused. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. She hmmms. "Well, okay. I mean, if you can think of anything that might be useful for getting back out of a situation, that's probably going to be useful." She hmms, "So how have you been doing? Have you been talking to people or doing anything interesting?" 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura replies "I can get out of specific situations, but..." She frowns. "Abstracting is not my highest strength." Much more of a see-problem, solve-problem kind of girl. "Nothing worth note lately. It has been...very dull compared to what I am used to." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods, listening. "Oh? What have you been doing?" She sits and goes into listening mode to see what you are up to. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura sighs. "Trying to learn to deal with people. It is annoying. But there is much less training than I am used to. I am not used to so much...free time." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Okay. Well, you can jog with me and Tyler if you want, but you probably would be able to outrun us. And he likes to have somebody to practice with on his jujutsu. How are you doing with dealing with people?" 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' "Not well." Laura admits. "Too many of the children here seem so...worried about things that are not very important." She shakes her head. "I do not like it. You, at least, have a proper focus on improving." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Yeah, they do that. I do that too. I don't mean to." he looks off to the side in thought for a bit. "Nobody agrees on what's important to them." She hmmms a bit. "I wonder who else I can ask about these. I don't really know anything much about the teachers.." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' "Start with your teammates." Laura suggests. "Or if you can find her, Miss Grey. She is very intelligent." she looks to Erika. "If only you could share your skills with others." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Yeah, I know. It's kind of frustrating. I don't even learn anything from them, really. I mean, I kind of remember what I did, but I don't remember why, and it's all kind of.. hazy. Like when you are doing something and you aren't really paying attention to it." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' "I pay attention to everything I do." Laura says. "I was punished if I did not pay attention." She looks to Erika. "Teach me something about being...normal?" she asks. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Sure! Do you want to know about anything in particular? Like, I dunno. Music or makeup or clothes or something? Or going somewhere to hang out? I mean then it's really just going someplace to talk to people at. Did you ever work in a team?" 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura thinks. "Start with clothing? I always wore a uniform before. And no. I always worked alone, as directed. Only when I was being tested or trained were others around." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Okay. Hmm." She thinks. "Do you know what size you wear? We can go looking at clothes. Is there anybody around that you like the look of?" 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura looks lost. "I do not know size. Andrea selected the clothing she bought." She thinks a moment. "Not like Andrea. It is too bright. Tactically unwise." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Okay. No bright colors. Probably loose, too." She hmms, and starts writing notes down on her notebook. She looks around. "Maybe look at people around and see if there's any style you like?" 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' "The only people I see are our teammates. And there are only two other girls. Andrea is too bright. You have..." she waves her hand over her own face. "Too much on your face." X-23 is not a makeup girl. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. Scribbles. "No makeup." She looks back at your face. "Maybe a little bit of makeup?" She tilts her head. "What about the teachers?" 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' "I do not know makeup." She's never worn it. "What about them?" she asks, confused, not seeing the connection. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir hmms, "Do any of them dress in a way you think looks interesting? Even if it's just one little bit or anything." She taps her chin with the pen. "Or like, characters on TV or anything. Or we can go out and watch people or something." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' "Ms. Grey dresses pleasantly enough. But I do not know that her clothing styles would pair with me?" It's her best guess at fashion. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir hmmmmms, trying to remember when she has even seen Jean. "What was she wearing? I haven't seen her much.." She furrows her brow, and scribbles down 'like ms. grey?', pondering a bit. "What about her look do you like?" 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' "A fitted top, and a..." She doesn't even know the word. "It was fabric, but it encircled both legs." Skirt. "But I do not have her..." She indicates, with her hands, a more hourglassy figure than she possesses. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Was it knitted?" She thinks. Maybe a sweater or a blouse? "Like, wrapped around her legs? How far down did it come? Do you know what it was made of?" 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura looks frustrated. "It was...like a tube? Above her knees. I do not know the word. It was grey cloth." She sighs. "Things were much easier when I was just given uniforms." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "That sounds like a skirt. A dress is like that on the bottom, but it's all one piece for on top too. We can get a skirt." She glances to get an idea on bra size, considering colors and things like that. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Rare for a comic book girl, X-23 is on the petite side. No more than a B cup. She nods to Erika's evaluation. "Skirt. It seems impractical. But it looked nice." And she has a little bit of hero worship where Jean is concerned. "Money will be a problem. Angela paid last time." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir hmmms. "Yeah. Maybe I can get my parents to cough something up or something. Hmm." She taps her chin more and puts 'circle?' next to the word 'skirt'. "I think I am getting some ideas here." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' That gets a curious look. "Josh said his parents did not approve of him being a mutant. Do yours?" She has very little experience....VERY little....with parents. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir uhms. "So far, yeah. I mean, they were cool with it. I haven't talked to them all that much yet.. I've called a couple times. They didn't really... get it, and I didn't, you know. Have great answers." She frowns some, "I kind of miss my old friends too. I'm still kind of getting used to all this. I don't know what to say to anybody at home." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura nods. "And...they do not mind being away from you? Do you mind being away from them?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir frowns. "They seem like they mind... And I miss them. But everything is weird now, and I don't have a bed there I can use, so... I don't know. I'd stay there if I could, but I feel like I would be hiding all the time and it might be weird. I'm not sure who I could talk to about things close to home. " 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura tilts her head. "What happened to your bed?" She doesn't understand why there wouldn't be one there. "Could you not speak to your family?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir uhs, "Beds have sheets and blankets on them, and my powers click on them. If I'm linked to anything, I can't sleep. My bed here is like.. An aeroponic garden table with clover on it, because I don't link to things that are alive. And I talk to them on the phone..." She frowns a bit and sighs. "I miss everyone, I just don't know how to be back there yet." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura nods slowly. "But...those things are yours? Would you not just link to yourself?" How does that even work? Laura's confused. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs, "I don't link to myself, but like... If other people just touch the stuff or touched it once, there's a little tiny bit of memory there, and I don't know how to erase it. It keeps me awake." She hmms. "I'm hoping one of the other psychic people can help me figure out how to erase things, but they've been kind of busy and I think I have to get things figured out a little bit more first, anyways." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura nods. "I would help, if I could. My talents are more physical, though." Pause. "It was very interesting sparring with you, though. Do you remember it?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir frowns a bit. "Yeah, but I don't remember how I was doing it. That bugs me! It was cool, and now I don't know what I did. I'm working out a bunch so I can hit hard without hurting myself though!" 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura nods. "Perhaps if you try again, you will retain more? I can always teach you normally as well." Honestly, there's likely no better combat instructor at the school, except possibly her "father". 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods, "I've been working out with Tyler lately.. he would probably love to work with you too though. 
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4931/Souvenir Needs Souvenirs

2018-07-16T06:41:51Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir clicks open the door to the teacher's lounge. Shenanigans might have been involved. That's an issue for later though. She sticks her head in, grins and waves. "Hiya! Hey! Weird but totally reasonable request?" She steps in, carrying a cardboard box in one arm, then stops and stands kind of at attention. 

:'''{{#var:822|Iceman (822)}} has posed:'''     Bobby is relaxing after his morning math class. Though the topic should have been pretty straightforward....seriously it was only trigonometry after all. However, he had to explain the difference of sine and cosine at least four times. He's enjoying a cup of hot cocoa when the door opens.     "I must have come to the wrong room..." he muses to himself with a smile forming, "I could have sworn I came into the Teacher's Lounge and not the 'All Students-Come-Here-For-Weird-Requests-Room.'" After glancing up at the glass panel on the door with the words Teacher's Lounge on it, he shakes his head, "Nope, right room."     After his teasing, he holds his cup in one hand and looks at Erika, "You're in luck, you caught me in a Weird Request mood. What can I help you with?" he asks eyeing the box. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir steps up and puts the box on the table, opening it. It's all but overflowing with silicone wristbands of various colors. "I need a bunch of souvenirs in case of emergencies and stuff! So I can be useful. But I don't know who to ask for what. I need some help figuring out who to loan these to." She tilts her head a bit, "I am hoping you know what kind of things the rest of the teachers know how to do other than teaching classes, because I might need to know that too sometime." 

:'''{{#var:822|Iceman (822)}} has posed:'''     Bobby's curiosity gets the better of him and he stands up to peer into the box. He reaches in and shuffles the wristbands around, wondering what they say. "Souvenirs? I'm not sure I understand what you're looking for. These look like party favors." He holds one up that's bright blue.     When you mention the other teachers, his expression turns somewhat suspicious "What are you getting at?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir holds up a finger to pace her explanation. "Okay, so I am a psychometrist. I read objects and get skills. So like, I can walk into the kitchen and grab the apron the head cook wears, and I put it on and I can cook amazeballs awesome food for awhile. Or I can put on one of Laura's socks and woah.. I know kung fu. Stuff like that." She frowns a bit. "My friends here keep getting jumped by, like, cyborgs and stuff, and I want to go home and I worry that I will run into like.. Monsters or crazies or something. So I want some skills that are useful." 

:'''{{#var:822|Iceman (822)}} has posed:'''     The whole conversation begins to make sense and Bobby nods as he finally understands. "What's your name? I don't think I've had you in class yet. I'm Bobby Drake, Math Teacher extraordinaire...well the only one actually." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir grins, "I'm Erika. I didn't take math for the summer because I needed more PE and anyways, I could probably already be a bookkeeper anyways. And I just got here a couple of weeks ago. I'm still meeting people." She adds, "Bunch of morning runs and stuff. But like, Tyler is awesome that he knows how to fight? But I might need a bunch of stuff other than how to choke somebody out. Whoever it is that was draining blood from people my friends knew didn't choke. So like I need a variety. Um." She waggles a gloved hand. "That and I'm still figuring other stuff out." 

:'''{{#var:822|Iceman (822)}} has posed:'''     The concern this young woman shows for her friends is encouraging and it brings a smile to Bobby's lips. "Well, Erika. First, let me see you have the right attitude already about wanting to help your friends. Not everyone here always has that desire..." His voice falters a moment and he appears to drift off into a memory for a brief moment. Returning just as quickly to the conversation, his face looks more serious than it did a moment ago.     "Even if knew what all the other teachers here could do, it's not my place to give out all their secrets...nor, I believe, is it yours to ask. Me? You can ask all you want." He holds out his hand and it is instantly covered in frost and ice. "But it took a long time to master this. I know you say you can touch an item and then get someone's abilities or skills...but that doesn't mean you have the experience to use them. I mean if you start cooking like a chef, that's great, you need to cook us dinner sometime! But the worst you'll do if you don't get it right is burn some cornbread. If you start trying to use someone else's gifts without their life experiences or perspectives, it could end very badly. Despite your good intentions." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir sighs a bit. "Yeah, I know! I don't want their secrets. I just want their knowledge when things are bad. I mean, I'm just some kid? But I'm a kid that can put on a sock from a nurse and like, set up a whole... Triage thing stabilizing people if there's an emergency. I mean, I do a good job, I even know how to clean stuff up after, and I don't even know why I do the stuff I do. But it's like, a good job." She frowns some. "Why is everyone like 'Don't do anything', anyways? What did YOU do to learn how to do what you do?" 

:'''{{#var:822|Iceman (822)}} has posed:'''     The girl has some good points, but Bobby's been around long enough to know you can't always control someone else's abilities. He's seen it firsthand with members of his own team. "You're not just some kid. You're here, so you're gifted," he says with that knowing smile. "I never said don't do anything. I just said you can't go around expecting people to just turn over all their skills and knowledge to you. Sure, I could see an emergency where I would totally let you learn accounting from me." That gets another laugh going, "But you can't do it in such a cavalier, general way. You mentioned problems where you're going. What kind of problems? Maybe someone should go with you?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir thinks. "... Maybe? But I don't know that it's anything people can just swing in and fix. Just like general danger. And I freak out because I feel like I have to get somebody else to save me. I want to be able to save myself. And like, my friends know how to fight, and that's great and all but I don't think I can fix everything by punching it in the face. That's why I am looking for, you know. A variety." 

:'''{{#var:822|Iceman (822)}} has posed:'''     "I understand what you're saying. Have you thought about taking some martial arts classes yourself? That way you can protect yourself at all times and not just when you're wearing their item?" An idea seems to strike him and he puts one of the wristbands back, "How long does the knowledge stay with you? Just as long as you're wearing the item or does it linger on after that?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir thinks. "It's like.. A power up. I have to keep touching the souvenir, and anyways after a couple of hours my head gets too foggy and it all goes away, and then I have to get the souvenir reloaded. That's why I have a whole box." She thinks a second. "And Tyler already teaching me how to fight, but he doesn't know how to like, climb over a fence, or hide, or stitch up a bullet wound, or drive a car, or talk to the police, or.. I don't know, find food in the forest or whatever else." 

:'''{{#var:822|Iceman (822)}} has posed:'''     "Well those are all good skills to have...and to *learn*." He pushes the box back towards you, "It's tempting to take the easy way out and get all your learning for free. But life doesn't work that way. Wow, now I do sound like a teacher." He shakes his head and adjusts his tone to one of a caricature of some old stuffy professor."     "With great power comes great responsibility," he starts then shakes his head "No that's not right. Erika, all I can tell you is don't rely on your power to grab the skills you want or feel you need. Use it to motivate yourself to actually learn what you want to. Your ability should be used in emergencies or for the right reasons. If where you're going is that dangerous, I'd recommend talking to some of the others and see if someone can go with you. You might even learn something from them that will stay with you longer than a few hours." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir heaves a sigh. "I get it. Don't use your powers, just ignore them and don't prepare and maybe they'll go away and I can be a stable again. Whatever, thanks Mr. D." She grabs the wristbands and stalks out, annoyed. 

:'''{{#var:822|Iceman (822)}} has posed:'''     Bobby's left wondering how his words got twisted so much but then realizes he's dealing with a frustrated, but well meaning student coming to terms with her powers. He makes a note to seek her out before she leaves and hopefully talk to her again about responsible use of powers and not 'no use' of powers. He does take a sip of his hot cocoa, but sighs as it's gotten cold by now. 
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4917/Running Girl In Rain

2018-07-15T06:55:21Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Today is hot, and muggy. Or rather, it WAS hot and muggy. Now, it is warm and pouring down rain. Erika Kristasdottir is running. She's wearing jogging pants, running shoes, and a long sleeved shirt, and she has on a pair of black mesh-backed gloves. She's panting a lot and looks tired, having gone on a jog of unknown length before coming back this way, and now she's soaking wet. Sigh. She gets some water, drops a plastic straw in it, and sucks some of it down, running in place. 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     A blur blasts past the girl, lightning seen faintly in the blur as it speeds on by. It then blasts back out and soon begins circling the girl at top speeds. A massive vortex forms and soon the blur stops to open an umbrella for Erika. "Heyas. I am Kaydin. You must be the new girl. " he says with a grin. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir looks up, a bit nonplussed not because it's not cool so much as because she's tired. Ugh. "Uhm... Yeah. I'm Erika." She catches a few breaths. "And who are you?" She puts her hands on her knees and tries to catch a breather. 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     "Names Kaydin I am one of the fastest people alive." He says with a grin. He looks to the woman and watches her. "So where you from? I am from a reservation off by Seattle." He says as he gestures with his hands as if to point out where. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' Erika and Kaydin aren't the only people outside today. Tyler's out and about as well, getting his own workout in. He's dressed in a black muscle shirt, blue kickboxing shorts and running shoes. Currently, he's drenched, but looking pretty happy. Having been on a run himself he took off on the last segment to try to sprint out his remaining energy. Now, he's run around the building at a slow jog to start the cool down process, trying to get his breathing back under control. The young man sees Erika and Kaydin talking and notices that Erika's stopped moving. Running slowly over to the pair he says to Erika, still breathing heavily himself, "Keep moving while you catch your breath. Keep your muscles warm until it's time to stretch." Then he upnods to Kaydin, "Hey man. How are you doing?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs... She takes a deep breath and a long sip of water. "Sunnydale, mostly." She sighs. "He was.." She makes some circles with her finger, then slumps a little. "I know, I know." She runs slowly in place, getting drenched. "Can I at least get under the tree and stretch out a little?" 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "Sorry to be a dick, I just want to make sure you stay healthy," Tyler tells his friend, joining her in running in place. He nods his head towards the tree, "Yeah, let's do a stretching cool down, then we can try something else." Leading the way he starts rocking his head from side to side, looking at the tree itself as he approaches it. "I was watching some videos on bone strengthening earlier today, trying to figure out some good exercises for us to work on since we haven't got a heavy bag here." When they get to the tree Tyler pats it, turns his body into a fighting stance, and brings up his opposite hand, "A lot of kung fu practitioners practice by striking trees. The way to do it is to find a smooth spot on a relatively large tree that you're not going to hurt." After finding the right spot on the tree he slowly punches, turning his body into it, and hits with just enough force to make a little noise, "Turn from your spine and hips, punch just hard enough to make an impact, hold your connection to the tree for a moment after you hit." 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     Kaydin circles the tree and he moves back to the two. "I discovered that if I move fast enough I can build up enough strength to hit harder then normal. " He says as he watches the two and he looks to Tyler. "Name is Kaydin. Seen you about the school, you are one of them new mutants." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods and sits down to start stretching out, listening. "Seriously? There's got to be a bag here somewhere." She pulls on her toes a bit. She mmms. "So now I am punching trees? Okay. You are going to need to show me how not to bang my hands up doing that." She frowns at Kaydin, "I can hit hard enough to break my hands, so I have to fix that first." 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "Yeah man, I'm Tyler," the one kid says to the other with a smile, eyes going wide when he sees how fast he moves. "Be careful with how you hit. We're conditioning ourselves to make sure that our fists can take the impact of striking people repeatedly. I'm pretty good at it, knocked a couple of guys out the other day, but there's always room for improvement." Then he looks at Erika and nods, "Apparently creating vibration in the bones helps to strengthen them so when you hit, even if you're not hitting very hard, you can make your bones tougher. If we can't find a bag then we're going to start doing this every other day. Lots of reps, not hitting hard." Tyler begins to demonstrate, "Using the knuckles of your pointer and middle fingers first, you're going to strike slowly and surely, turning through your body until you impact." He does just that, taking his time to show how his body moves. He punches the tree again, holding his fist against it for less than a second, then returns to his fighting stance. "About five sets of twenty reps with the first two knuckle, then the bottom two knuckles, alternating hands between sets." He leaves the tree and joins Erika on the ground to stretch out, "But we can start that tomorrow. I don't know how much energy it's going to take and I don't want either of us getting sloppy after our run and hurting ourselves." With a nod to Kaydin he says, "You're welcome to join our stretches if you want. I don't know what kind of physiology you've got but it's pretty good to limber up after a run." 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     Kaydin watches the two of them and he nods. "My older brother is a cop and he taught me and my sister how to defend ourselves. Atleast basic self defense. Which was basically hit them where it will hurt and get help. This school taught me more." He says as he watches the two. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir spreads out and leans forward. "I'm not as worried about learning things as I am about toughening up to be able to do them. I'm not going to be dodging bullets or anything like that." She twists and changes stretches. "How far did we go today? I didn't check." 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "I'm always down to help people here get better at defending themselves," Tyler tells Kaydin as he leans into a stretch, exhaling as he does so to push himself. Based on how far down he goes he's quite flexible. "If you want to learn some Brazilian jiu jitsu or kickboxing let me know. I like those systems because you can practice at almost full speed relatively safely if you've got the right gear on." He gestures between himself and Erika, "Like she said, the big thing we're focusing on is conditioning our muscles and bones to be able to take punishment." Looking at Erika Tyler puts his lips together and makes a 'hmm' noise. "Guessing we did three miles today. You did really well." There's a big grin as he changes stretches, "It's nice having a workout partner where I live, let me tell you. All my brother wanted to do to help me exercise was shoot at me with a paintball gun and make me dodge." His head tilts to the side, "Honestly, that is a great workout." 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     "I am actually fast enough to catch bullets. Got a collection of bullets I have caught back in my room. If you want an example of my powers, I can give them briefly to people if I huddle close and touch them." He says as he watches the man and nods and smiles at him. "So how long have you been fighting?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir starts working on a slow leg stretch on the tree, working on it slowly. She listens to the boys discussing topics on which she can't contribute so much to, nodding. "Well, just let me know what the plan is tomorrow?" 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "Damn! You can catch bullets? That's friggin' wicked!" Tyler sounds very impressed. "Hell yeah I want to check out your powers. Not right now, though, I've done enough running for today." The question causes Tyler to think for a few seconds, "Probably like four years. Started off with BJJ and then moved into kickboxing. My gym offers both and they're a good combination for aspiring mixed martial artists. I'd really like to learn Muay Thai. And Eskrima. And kenjutsu, too. I need to get myself a sword and a bunch of knives. My little lead ingots aren't really cutting it, especially fighting cyborgs." Turning his head to face Erika Tyler grins at her, "Okay. I will. I've got plans for tree punching, Tyler punching, rope jumping and even more flexibility training." 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     Kaydin nods as he smiles, pulling out a granola bar from a pocket and begins to munch on the granola bar. "The downsides is I am constantly hungry. but the benefits includes enhanced metabolism and speed." He says as he begins to stretch with the rest of them. He then looks to Erika. "Why you wearing gloves. Arent they hot?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir switches legs and leans into the stretch. "Oh, yeah, they're hot as hell and my hands are always sweaty, but I never know when I might touch something. It saves me from having incidents if somebody brushes against me or something." She bites her lip a bit. "It's just kind of a headache. You two sound like you'll get along awesome." 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "I'm pretty much always hungry, too. If I borrowed your powers then between the two of us we could empty the kitchen," Tyler chuckles as he twists his body into his next stretch. He watches Erika doing her cool downs, nodding as if in approval, and then says to her, "Yeah. We already got a bunch in common and more friends are always good." Another glance to Kaydin, "We'll need to hang out some time. What kind of stuff do you do when you're not at school? Mostly, I fight, ride my motorcycle and get into trouble." 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     "I am a street artist mainly. I do murals for heroes and villains. I am under orders by professor Grey to not do it anymore, but I still do it sometimes if I can avoid getting caught." He says as he watches the two of them. He nods to Erika and smiles. "You ever need help, just ask." He says as he turns to Tyler. "So why be a new mutant. Do you hope to become something more?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir starts doing some careful dynamic kicking stretches, leaning on the tree, twenty gentle stretch kicks on each leg in different directions, turning a bit to not flash the boys. She listens for now. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' When Kaydin says what he does as hobby Tyler grins at him, "That's pretty cool! Avoiding getting caught by Ms Grey is pretty tricky, though. I've been trying to keep out of trouble ever since I got busted for violating that probation thing we had going on." When asked about the New Mutant thing he pauses to think, "I want to help people. I'm honestly still not a hundred percent on what being a New Mutant means, but if it puts me in a position to make things better for people then that's awesome." As Erika starts stretching on a tree Tyler quietly observes for a moment to make sure she's doing it correctly, then tells Kaydin, "You ever shot a paintball gun? Regular people shooting at me's getting easy, I need more of a challenge." 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     Kaydin nods as he watches the two of them. "I was originally a part of a group called FaXion. Which was scott summers personal students trained to become heroes. Sorta like the new mutants only with professor summers as our main support instead of Miss Frost. Anyway I guess I am all thats left of it so may become a new mutant." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Nobody thinks I am ready to do much of anything yet. I mean yeah, I don't really know WHAT I would be doing, but still. I feel like I am just sitting on my hands sometimes." She frowns and starts stretching her wrists and rolling her ankles softly. "Everybody else has all the cool abilities and they end up fighting crazy stuff. All I did was get my friend in trouble. I mean yeah, he totally had it coming, but still." 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "Nice. Well, hopefully we'll be welcoming you to the team soon," Tyler tells Kaydin, smiling at him as he gets to his feet so he can do some standing stretches. "We'll have to see whether you're faster or Tommy. Speedsters are pretty cool." His attention turns to Erika. "We'll get you there someday. I priced out those wrist bands, they're like eighty bucks for two hundred of them, so they're pretty cheap." Then he lifts his chin at her, "Who got in trouble?" 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     Kaydin goes to speak when his phone lets out a ringtone. It is the cops theme from the show Cops. He groans. "Thats my brother. I need to take this. It was nice meeting you two." He says with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Awesome. Oh, like.. just how all I have pulled off so far is to bust Mason. I just feel like I'm not accomplishing a whole lot yet. I don't know what I can really do here yet, and I need to figure out how to get that sorted out more." 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "Later!" Tyler tells Kaydin, waving from his bent over stretching position. "Hit me up if you want to do something some time." He straightens out and moves into a bent leg body twist, "Oh yeah. You did totally figure that one out." The young man looks off to the side as he holds his body in place, "I'm not going to tell you to be patient, that you're just a kid, any of that crap. The stuff we're doing together is a great start, but we need to come up with a list of skills that might valuable in an emergency and figure out how to get those skills. I'm thinking emergency medicine is going to be a big one. Combat, of course. Parkour or acrobatics, we can get that from Jubilee probably. Driving and piloting, like combat type stuff. What else you got?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Sounds good. I probably need some sneaky and maybe some legal stuff too. Anything else I don't know, I mean, any car was driven by someone, right?" 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "We also need to think of how we can store the wristbands so they can be deployed in a hurry, stay secure and sit where you won't get them confused with each other," Tyler says as he finishes out his latest stretch and rises to his full height, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet for a couple of seconds. "Probably a belt with a bunch of pouches." Now that he's done his personal cool down he steps out into the rain again and lets it fall on him, turning his face up towards the heavens to let the water hit it. "Sneaky and legal info are awesome ideas, too. I'd like real military or police type driving for emergencies, though. I mean, I can drive like a bat out of hell but I'm not sure what's me and what's the powers." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Well, I can just wear a selection, I won't get them confused in my head. They look different in there. But yeah, I'm probably going to end up with so many pockets I look like one of my dad's comic book characters. I don't know how many things I am really going to need for most things though. We're pretty much hitting the same kinds of skills." She watches the rain come down from under the tree and moves around a bit, shivering a little soggily. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "We could call you pockets," Tyler smiles at that, clearly not being serious. "Well, we've got a pretty good idea of what we're going to be looking for for skills. Now we gotta find people with those skills and convince them to wear wristbands while they use them. Maybe Jennifer Walters would wear one so you could learn law knowledge. We'll see if Mr Cassidy can get cops to wear them when they do their driving stuff." It's pretty obvious that he's excited about making some progress. "Anyway, you look like you're getting chilly and we're all done cooling down. Let's hit the showers, we can hang out later if you want to. Maybe check out your home town sometime. You can introduce me to your single girlfriends." The youth laughs, making it hard to tell if he's joking about that subject. "Andrea keeps telling me I should have all kinds of girls interested in me since I'm fit as hell, have nice hair and ride a motorcycle." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir blinks at that, then nods. "You should! I assume." She tilts her head a little bit, pondering that. "And yeah, I totally need to drop in at home. I mean, I can try introducing you to people.." She bites her lip a little. "I dunno, if I can find them at this point. And they might be a little young for you, anyways... I know I am." 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' Tyler continues to let the rain fall on him, not seeming to mind the weather. "You're not too young for me. You're what, fifteen or sixteen, right?" He seems more confused than anything else by her statement. Then that confusion turns to concern, "Wait, are you interested in me?" He blinks into the rain a few times and more or less just starts to stare at Erika. "Oh damn, I should have caught on. I'm so sorry. I just thought we were friends." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir blinks. "No, I'm fifteen. And I'm not interested. My friends are mostly around my age and a little younger." She frowns awkwardly. "I was worried that *you* were! Oh thank God for that. I need friends right now, not dates." She whews and sighs some. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' There's a sigh of relief, followed quickly by laughter from Tyler, "Erika, you had me worried for a minute. You're cute, but you're right about needing friends. You've got a lot going on in your life right now and it might not be the best idea to get romantically involved." He pauses, "Might not be a good idea for me, either, but I'm kind of hung up on someone and the only advice I've really gotten is to forget about her or find someone else to help me forget about her. I can't forget her and the only girl I've gone out with since meeting her is kind of a ditz." The youth sighs again, "Is it cool if I talk with you about girls sometimes? I don't want to burden you, but it might help to have your perspective on stuff instead of just talking to guys." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Oh! Sure! I mean, you're awesome. I'd love that. I'll totally root for you." She gives a double thumbs up. "I kind of want to get some actually dry clothes that don't smell like sweat here though. Like, next time? You can always track me down. I'm not hard to find." 
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4879/Some fresh air

2018-07-11T03:21:41Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir was wandering the halls in the morning and.. Oh! Josh is probably on duty. Because things are getting really awkward and ambiguous, and communication channels are damaged. Or something. Anyway. Right now? Secrets. The dumb kind. Fix required. Yus. She sticks her head in the door and looks around. ooh. No emergencies for a change! Awesome. "Hey..." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh is in the Wellness Centre following his new routine; spend all the time possible down in the Wellness Centre studying and helping out. He is sitting in one of the visitor's chairs with his feet propped up on a second. The white mug in his hand is steaming and he has a thick anatomy textbook in his lap. He's wearing his usual jeans, and grey Xavier's t-shirt. "Hey, good morning," he says to Erika with a smile. "Everything okay?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir wanders in. Grey flannel shirt this time, and the shirt is back to Jinjur on dark green. She hmms, "There you are! I just didn't want.. I'm sorry for being confusing earlier. I felt like I needed to say something." She considers, awkward, and slips over to where Josh is sitting, joining him with a cup of coffee and cream. "I didn't mean to freeze up and be all enigmatic, just.. You know." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "Huh? Oh, last night. Yeah, awkward," he chuckles and folds the book closed in his lap. It's the classic; Gray's. "Don't worry about it, it was my bad. I totally thought you two had a thing you were trying to talk about or something." He shrugs. "I'm kinda dense like sometimes I guess." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir sighs. "Tyler is so complicated to deal with! First? Okay, so like on the one hand, he's super nice and helpful. But like, I can't tell why. And he's, you know, like seventeen. And like, I'm not, you know. Into him even if he asked. I don't know if he's trying to. So like.. Maybe minefield, maybe not. I can't ever tell sometimes." She blows her bangs up with minor frustration. "Seriously, like, the power of the boobs isn't very strong in this one, but I still can't turn it off." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh covers his mouth as he almost laughs with a mouthful of coffee. He manages to swallow and chuckles. "Well, I don't know if he's into you, but... He is /genuinely/ a nice guy, you know? Like just one of those classic nice guys, so might be nothing. I can try to find out for you if it'd make you feel better." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "The power of boobs is what makes us immortal. Who are we gossiping about?" Andrea asks as she heads into the wellness center, dressed in a pair of spandex black yoga pants and a baggy Aerie shirt that says: I do not sweat, I glisten. Her hair is tied up behind her in a high pony tail and she looks to be a bit red in the face. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir opens her eyes wide. "I /KNOW/! It's crazy. So like I can't tell what's going on! If he was like creepy it would be easier. But he's totally sweet." She hmms, "Then there's the thing with his brother, like oh snap. I can't talk to him about stuff that's bugging me." She frowns and sips some coffee, considering a bit. And then a little bit longer. Hrm. Then Andrea appears and throws her off her game visibly, at least for the moment. Eep. "OH Hi oh em gee how are you doing? I've been worried!" She jumps up offer a hug, concerned, though she obviously modifies it keep her face away from Andrea's shirt. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh laughs. "Yeah, would be... And I like totally didn't know his brother was a cop.... totally awkward. But you can totally talk to me if you want. I promise I won't tell him," he winks with a grin. His smile freezes a bit, becomes less easy, like a cloud was passing over the expression when Andrea walks in. "Doesn't matter," he says to her question as Erika gives her a hug. "Everything okay?" 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Eeesh. Okay. I'll peace out then so you can continue your gossipy gossip, even though you are literally talking to the Wikipedia of gossip." Andrea says as she looks surprised at the incoming hug. She gives her a quick pat on the back. "Sweaty." She warns. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir sticks her tongue out. "Do I look like someone who cares? You're the hot one, I'm the slob one. I can handle it. Besides, I should be running with you or something so I can get myself in shape." She shrugs a bit, "Tyler asked why I was grounded, and like.. It's a mess. So I can't talk to him. Then Josh was going to run away." She sighs loudly. "I'm awful." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "Wikipedia of gossip? That'd be an insult where I'm from," he says with a good-natured smirk. Josh rolls his eyes good naturedly when Erika pipes up again, the cloud passing. Girls. "Don't be like that," he says to Erika, then grins. "I wasn't running away, I like /thought/ you guys wanted to talk alone." He lifts his textbook out of his lap and puts it down on the chair beside him on top of a package with STARK logos on it. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "You wouldn't be able to catch up to me. I don't run on two legs. I run on four. But maybe we can do a treadmill session one day at the gym, or hot yoga if that is your thing." Andrea says as she rocks her feet back and forth to keep her ankles limber. "So, let me piece everything together, you can't talk to Tyler because his brother is a cop and you think he'd narc on you because you did some breaking and entering thingy to get away from assholes who tried to date rape you?" Andrea says as she heads to the counter to pluck a lolipop out of a bowl. That was her prime target the entire time. Blueberry. It's cheat day. "And, you think Tyler has a crush on you or something because he was talking to you about it? I mean, you aren't talking about Josh being affected by the boobs since he's in the same room." Unwrapping the sucker, she pops it into her mouth. "First of all, Tyler is no narc. He literally broke into a building and beat the shit out of a guy who tried to blackmail me. If anyone is gonna go to jail it'd be him, and two, Tyler so doesn't have a crush on you." She chuckles as she leans back against the desk. "And I think I know a third thing but I'm not gonna share it because it's not for Josh's ears." Her eyes sparkle. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir frowns some. "Oh, God no. Just, his brother is a cop and I don't want him to know that my dad caught me playing lookout for a pickpocket, and I I seriously don't want him to find out he found out because they tried to fence stuff through him. There is like so, so much stuff I don't want his brother to hear in that." She hmms, "The B and E to hide from the rapists was at the party I snuck out to go to with the pickpockets. So like.. It just gets worse, right? Like I'm not even complaining about being grounded at that point." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh sighs when Andrea starts in, worried this was going to like it did in the condo with Mason. But when Erika doesn't seem bothered he relaxes. His eyesbrows go up a little bit when Erika explains a bit about what was really going and he sips his coffee. "I don't think he'd rat you out," Josh agrees with Andrea and picks his textbook up again, opening it back up. "But talk with who you're comfortable with, you know?" He looks back at Andrea. "Is everything okay?" he asks. "Did you get hurt on your run?" 

:'''{{#var:1776|Mason (1776)}} has posed:'''     Mason was just walking by when he heard voices. He wears a pair of jeans and a blue and white button down shirt. A little dressy for him, actually. He still wears sandals that can be flipped off, some things never change. He holds a sheet of paper in his hand, trifolded with a torn envelope. He stops when he passes the Wellness Centre, and sticks his head in. "Hey," he says, a little less hesitation than he had the day before. "What's up." He glances between Andrea and Josh, then spots Erika. "Hey," he says, a little less scattered than he was the last time she saw him, looking far more like his normal pictures might portray him. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Like I said, Tyler is not a narc. He's one of us. Tyler is the last person who would rat you out or anything like that." Andrea says, "Sides, I killed three people this month, I think I'm the highest on the food chain for criminal sentencing over a lookout for a pick pocket." She says with a chuckle to her. "And I'm fine, Josh. I came here for the candy." She says as she wads the wrapper up and chucks it into the wastebin. To Mason, she looks over and pops the sucker out of her mouth as she gives it a loud, visible crunch. "How did it go with the Professor yesterday? You expelled before you even got in?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir uhs, "Well, I guess that's true.." She frowns and considers what else to say. She did not expect Mason to walk in just then. Shuffle shuffle back to Josh's side warily, in case more fireworks erupt from the loving couple of match and explosives. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "Cool," Josh says to Andrea with a smile. "Just checking." Josh shifts his stuff out of the way to make room for Erika to sit if she wants. He sees Mason coming in and raises his mug to him. "There's coffee on if you want some," he says with a jerk of the head toward the attached kitchen area. He eyes Mason's face and shifts his mug to his offhand. He gestures for Mason to come over and offers his hand. 

:'''{{#var:1776|Mason (1776)}} has posed:'''     "Not yet, they don't know any better," Mason answers. "I think he has a crush on me," he jokes. "Actually, he's a pretty cool guy, not as scary as Ms. Frost." He walks casually to Josh, taking the hand like a handshake, "Sup man, we cool now?" He doesn't fail to give Erika attention. "I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name before, I'm Mason," he says with a smile, as if he wasn't a famous guy. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, the Professor is a great guy." Andrea says as she lobs the stick she pulls from her mouth into the trash can. She gives Erika a quick shoulder bump before she heads off. "So, we can find a girl thing to do if you want. I know you probably don't listen to my music, and you probably don't like shopping. You like horseback riding?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs... ".. Hey... I'm Erika. Hi." She hmms, thinking about what else to say, and looks back and forth with a twinge of guilt since the first thing that comes to mind to break the ice with is probably a sore subject. She blinks at Andrea. "Sure! Well, I don't know, I've never seen a horse up close before, but hey! It's worth a try!" She ponders how to take the comment about shopping, then just lets it slide. It's like the music. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, we're cool," Josh says to Mason. He closes his eyes when they shake hands. Mason feels some warmth in his lip as the skin smooths out and returns to normal. Josh sits back in his seat again and puts his feet back up and sips his coffee again as the girls talk. 

:'''{{#var:1776|Mason (1776)}} has posed:'''     As the lip heals, it takes Mason a moment to realize it, then he feels the warmth, and he checks it. "Oh, hey thanks man," he says, mildly surprised. "So is this the new hangout spot? In the nurse's station?" he asks, "Hang out and talk about horseriding?" He goes to the coffee pot, picks it up, and sniffs it, as if trying to determine how old it is. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "You've nver seen a horse up close? Like .. petting zoo or something?" Andrea looks surprised. "I own a few horses, well, my parents do, I sorta own one through proxy. Her name is Nightmare. Maybe we can go riding some day if you want. I bet my horse is faster than Mason's." Rich people. "How 'bout it, M? Wanna get the crew out and teach them how to ride?" She is assuming he knows how to as well. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir says, "Well I mean it never really came up? I've been out sailing a couple of times, but not riding a horse. And the boat is more Mom's get away." She umms, tilting her head. "I came here to talk to Josh, and everybody else just sort of, like... Appeared. It's not my first choice." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "You guys own horses?" he asks with a shake of his head. Rich people indeed. "Wow." "The rec room is way nicer, Andrea plays guitar down there sometimes. I've just been studying up here to help out the nurses and learn some stuff from them," he explains to Mason to Mason with a shrug. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Well, I mean .. I do. I'm assuming Mason does." Andrea chuckles as she shrugs her shoulders upwards. "I like sailing also. I can rent a boat if you guys wanna hit the water as well." She says as she bobs left to right a bit on her feet, as if she had a songbeat going in the back of her mind. "Or maybe we can do a camping trip. Backyard is sure big enough to get lost in and set up a few tents and a fire place. I just wanna do something normal with you guys." As Erika brings up wanting to talk to Josh, she lets out an 'oh'. "My bad. I can take off and drag Mason with me then. I literally came in to steal candy." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir says, "Oh, no, it's fine! Mostly I just wanted to talk to him when Tyler wasn't around. And yeah, I would totally go sailing with you guys. Or... Well, I don't think I can pull off camping. I mean, not easily. Sleeping bags." She frowns and looks away, frustrated. "I'd have to sleep on the grass naked, and the bugs would eat me up, and the boys would stare. Ugh." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh chuckles again. "Bad scene," he agrees with Erika. "But sailing or something would be fun, something normal," he says with a smile for Andrea. "Would do us all some good." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Pff. Please. Josh, Mason and Tyler has all seen me naked. When I wolf out, it's not like my clothes go along with me. Boobs all look the same. I say let them stare. It's /them/ who has all the /comparising/ issues going on." Andrea says with an amused grin to the pair of boys. "Also, people walk on grass, right? Don't you get things picked up from the ground when people tread on it or something?" She says curiously. "Either way, I can always just go wolf and you can sleep next to me if you need to. I'm warm and a good guardian. We don't even need a floor mat for the tent. Just zip it up and sleep on the grass inside it." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs, "The grass is alive, so it's not the same. I link with inanimate objects..." She sort of trails off, listening to the rest of the suggestion, and slowly gets pinker and pinker and redder. "... I.... GUESS that would work..." She momentarily wishes for somebody to rush in and attack or something. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh rolls his eyes with a smile when Andrea looks at him and Mason, and then bursts out laughing. "I don't know what kind of camping you celebrities do, but it doesn't sound like any I ever did!" 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "I'm thinking of a work around for Erika. I don't care if I see girls naked and she can sleep with me in a tent of our own if she has to be naked." Andrea snorts at Josh. "You and the rest of the boys can be all pajamaed up and doing boy things in your own tent." She gives a stretch of her body. "I'm body confident and you guys are all like family to me. If you see me naked because of the wolf thing, I'm not going to get embarrassed or upset. It's like gym class. I don't know. It's /whatever/ for me. Boys tend to be the ones with issues being naked." 

:'''{{#var:1776|Mason (1776)}} has posed:'''     "I don't get it," Mason says, "Why exactly do you want to sleep naked? I mean, I wouldn't object or anything. I don't have any issues with anyone sleeping naked. I sleep naked all the time," he comments with a smarmy grin. "I am liking this camping idea." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir, being the girl in gym class who sits in the corner and stares studiously at the locker while changing, sort of rolls her eyes faintly at the reference to said class. She murmurs, "It's a glitch with my powers. If I am touching, you know... Things.. I can't fall asleep. Josh and Andrea saw how bad I can get. My bed is a patch of garden, and I keep my room hot so I can sleep without a blanket." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh chuckles and raises hand to Andrea. "Alright, alright," he grins, then shakes his head at Mason. "Sounds like camping would be perfect for you then, Erika. We don't even have to far if you want to just try it out. There's camp sites all up the sides of the lake past where everyone has the fires. If you guys do it on a weekend, I'll be there. Maybe Sam will come," he shrugs. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "See, there you go. Camping will be fun." Andrea says as she gives a firm nod of her head. "We can snag Tyler, Boris, maybe Julian and .. Tommy. Though he may not sit still." Andrea ticks off in thought as she takes out her phone and starts to make notes. "Okay, I'll go out and buy some awesome tents, food, some logs, lighter fluid..." She also gives Mason a /look/. "I know you sleep naked. I'm sure half of Manhatten does too." She grumps out a bit grumpily. Grumpy grump. "Who wants to go shopping with me for this stuff?" 

:'''{{#var:1776|Mason (1776)}} has posed:'''     Mason arches his brow at Andrea in a 'hey, I'm not wrong' kind of fashion. "Hey, Andy," he defends himself. "You gotta admit, what she said is pretty hot," he claims, giving a wink back at Erika. "So yeah, let's go get some stuff, he reaches out to slap Josh on the shoulder. "You comin' too? Or you gotta stay here and help?" he asks. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs, "I can help with that!" Still blushing heavily though. Andrea might be super comfortable with her body, but Erika not so much. The whole thing has her cheeks burning. Then Mason pipes in and she starts ranging toward purple. "Or..." She looks around for a place to flee. "Uh.." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh pretends not to notice Erika traversing the colours of the rainbow under Mason's playing around. "Wish I could, man, but I gotta go into to Chelsea for something else." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Giving a jab to Mason's rib cage, Andrea reaches down and snags him by the hand. "It's better if you and I just go instead. We got some talking to do and this way I can make sure you behave yourself." She says with a huff, though there is a fond tone to her voice. "That way you and Josh can go back to catching up as well." She says to Erika to give her an out. 

:'''{{#var:1776|Mason (1776)}} has posed:'''     "See," Mason says to Erika, as if Andrea wasn't in the room. "You have to be careful, she really gets jealous," he says before turning to Andrea, "I feel like this is one of those conversations I'm not gonna like," he tells her." Most conversations he has these days seem to fall in this category. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nodsnods vigorously in freak out mode. "Yea, I need to, like, shampoo my fish or something." Then she hears the gibberish that just came out of her mouth in horror. Oh God. That even sounded suggestive, the exact opposite of what she intended. She opens and closes her mouth a bit. "I mean..." She decides she doesn't want to risk making things even worse somehow, and waves politely, backing out of the room quickly. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Wow. No faith in me?" Andrea says with a smirk as she gives his hand a squeeze. "Mason Steele. Not every conversation revolves around me bleeding, wolfing out or getting mad at you. For all you know this could be a good one." She says as she kisses his cheek. "Come on lover boy, lets go create a news frenzy by buying stuff at REI." 
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4888/Deep topics and soapy fish

2018-07-11T03:20:59Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir flees the Wellness Center. Flees, I say. Flustered and embarrassed. Also smelling slightly of plant life because her new bed came in. She slinks through and tries to head up the stairs quietly to her room until her cheeks stop being bright red. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura sees Erika go running through...and then trying to sneak by. Which is so not going to work with Laura. "What is wrong?" The terse brunette asks. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir starts and squeaks, jumping a bit. She blushes and looks over, then waves, "Hi!" a bit too loudly. She stops and thinks about how exactly to explain 'What is wrong'. This is apparently a kind of a difficult question. "...Uh. I said something really stupid and embarrassing." That's maybe part of it, sure. The part that isn't going to be even more complicated and messy. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura looks thoughtful. She's never really had to worry about that. "Did you apologize?" That seems to be the all-purpose answer for social problems, from what she's seen. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir uhhhms and thinks. "I don't think I did anything WRONG, just really, um... Foolish." She bites her lip and reviews in her head. "Andrea and Mason were making me feel really embarrassed, so I wanted to leave, so I said, um..." A bit quieter and blushing more. "Well, I MEANT to say either something about washing my hair or doing homework about ocean biology, because those are good reasons to leave, right? But that's not what I actually *said*." She looks at the ground and kicks at the floor lightly. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura listens. "What did you say, then?" She's clearly still trying to figure it out, though she's about the last person in the world who is qualified to help with this. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir uhs... "I said I needed to shampoo my fish." She bites her lip. "That totally sounds like some sort of dirty innuendo, and I was already embarrassed enough because of Andrea's tent idea. Or, like..." She gestures exasperatedly. "...I guess you had to have been there." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura blinks. "And I was not there. Shampooing a fish is not possible, though." She considers, and peers. "Is this a sexual issue?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ummmmms.... "...Probably? Uhh... It SOUNDS like one anyways? I mean it wasn't SUPPOSED to be." She blushes. This line of thought is rapidly departing her comfort zone. She aggressively throws in a "How are YOU doing?" and an attempt at a friendly smile. Fake it till you make it, right? 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura nods, apparently thinking nothing more of it. The attempt to put her onto another track is simple as can be. "I am fine. Is there anything I can do to assist you?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir uhms.. Inwardly smacks various distracted ideas out of the way. "...I forgot everything about how to fight after last time, and I broke both of my hands.." She looks down, drooping a bit in disappointment. "I'm still trying to figure out how my powers work. It sucks. Maybe you can think of things I haven't tried doing yet?" 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura frowns. "You should not have broken your hands. Bruised. But not broken." She considers. "The only thing I could think of to try would be to do so repeatedly to build muscle memory." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs.. "Yeah, I think I am going to try toughening myself up first. I'm not nearly as sturdy as you are." She hmms. "Hey, I haven't tried touching anything somebody else is holding or wearing yet. I don't know WHAT that would do. Do you want to help with that?" Because she suspects it might end up complicated with anybody else. So many drama minefields. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' "Parts of my skeleton are bonded to an unbreakable metal. No one is as sturdy as I am." She considers. "You may touch my clothing." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Okay, thank you." She goes over and sits down next to you, to be safe, bites her lip, and pulls off a glove. "Okay, here goes. Let me know if you notice anything." She reaches over and touches your boot, gasps, and goes into her usual eye flutter and twitch thing. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura watches, impassively. She doesn't move, doesn't blink. Just watches to see what will happen. Erika's one of the stranger people she knows. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ...gaaaahs, eyes unfocusing before she closes them tightly and pinches her nose shut with her free hand, still clinging to the boot. "yeek. ohshitloud.." She squints and makes herself breathe regularly, trying to figure this out. "..okay, I guess I deserve that.." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura actually seems pleased. "Oh, good. Now you can see how disturbing it is to be in here." And it is. Ever been in a locker room after people have worked out? Everyone smells like that to Laura. /ALL THE TIME/. The entire mansion is a melange of unpleasant scents, and there's no privacy; everyone is too loud. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods her head. "Okay. I think this makes sense. Can you look around and move your arms a bit? And yeah, I am SO SORRY. That has to suck. I have to wear gloves all the time, that's a totally different kind of suck." She thinks a little. "It must be a little bit like how Andrea probably doesn't want to let me anywhere near any of her private stuff anymore." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura nods. "Very well." She does as asked. She's actually remarkably GOOD at this. Memories pop into her head of being...well, basically a lab rat. A younger Laura, doing precisely as directed by scientists. And...being punished when exact compliance is not given. THAT isn't the nicest memory to hit. Especially if she experiences the pain. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ums, "I mean, she doesn't mind turning into a wolf and curling up next to me, but still." Small blush. "Holy shit, girl, people are evil some times. I'm getting a few memories here. I'm not going to do anything I think might hurt you. And I am SO SORRY that you ever went through that! Okay, this is making sense. Do you feel that?" She tries to do something in return. It doesn't do anything, so no, you don't notice it. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' "I do not." Laura replies. "I do not think you would hurt me. And...thank you?" She's not sure what to say to that. Erika's apologizing for something she didn't do, and she doesn't get that. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Okay. Can you try picking out a couple of smells? I'm just sort of getting a mishmash, but I don't think you are trying to smell anything right now." She crinkles her nose. "It's pretty crazy in here. I'm sorry if I smell bad.." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' "Of course." Laura says. She'll actually cycle through, as she sniffs. Erika. Angela. Josh. Mason. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir tilts her head. "Huh! I never noticed that. That is awesome. And probably pretty annoying in some places." She hmms at a thought. "How much do you notice with that? And how good is Andrea's nose compared to yours, do you think?" She blushes in faint embarrassment for whatever reason. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' "I do not know. We have never compared." Laura answers. "I imagine it is only comparable once she has changed." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Okay, that makes sense. I'm going to let go now, because I can't think of anything else right now. That was super helpful! Let me know if there's ever anything I can do to help you with anything?" She lets go of your boot and puts her glove back on. "Seriously, I owe you. Everybody else is all drama and awk." Herself included. Ugh! 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura looks back. "I do not think you owe me. But if you wish...I...have trouble understanding people." She spent 15 years learning to be a weapon, and none of them learning to be a person. "I would learn whatever you can teach." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nodsnods. "Sure! I have no idea how to teach that. But I'll try? Um. You can try asking me questions to start out? I'll do my best to answer. Um. I might not want to answer some things in front of other people, though..." She chews her lip kind of a lot. "Like general questions sure. But not so much about specific people. People like to think they have secrets." She frowns, realizing - guilty as charged. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' "What do you think of me?" Laura asks, looking back to Erika. "I am not seeking secrets." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir hmmms. A lot. Fights through some of her own brain. She opens her mouth a bit, then closes it. "Um." She sighs. "Okay, so like.. you used to be scary, but you're really sweet and nice to me. And you're always very honest." More pondering as she peels through layers that are increasingly uncomfortable. "A-and..." She frowns and tilts her head, because that bit is under lock and key. Moving on. "You feel super young to me, kind of. Um. 'incomplete'. So I don't want to do anything that would hurt you. I feel responsible." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura listens. "I did not mean to frighten you. And I am fifteen years in age." she states. "You are not responsible for me, however." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Right, not like I am the one responsible for you, more like a general duty?" She uhms, super uncomfortable. "And I think you are pretty, but not like more than people like Andrea or Jubilee that are like ten times more embarrassing, and I don't want to be, and I don't want anybody to know because that could make stuff really awkward and crap Andrea is totally going to smell that and I am so screwed. " She looks kind of uncomfortable about admitting that. "Like, I'm sure you smell that anyway, so it's not like I can keep it secret. But it's like.. An extra layer that I don't want that makes things complicated." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura listens to that, and tilts her head. "I...do not understand. Please, understand?" That ramble was confusing at best. Moreso given her limited understanding. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir inhales, exhales. "I like girls like boys do, I don't want to. It's just an extra, distracting layer. You can probably smell it. I don't want anybody to know. I don't even want to know that about me. Sometimes someone says something that should be innocent, but I take it differently. It's really annoying and I hate it. That's a confusing mess. I can't even figure it out for myself. Other people have different confusing stuff. So they act weird. " 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura takes a scent, considering. "I see." While she could detect the scent before, there was no context to it. "I have no experience with such things." she admits. "If there is something I can do to assist you, I will." She remembers the secret bit. "And I will not tell anyone." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir smiles in relief. "Thank you. I mean, I know I'll have to deal with that eventually? But like, hopefully not for a long time." Wishful thinking, but hey. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura nods. "You do not need to thank me. You are teaching me. It is more than a fair trade." The concept of having X-23 as a "little sister" is a weird one, but it seems to be how it's shaping up. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Okay. Would you like a hug? I'd like a hug, but not if you don't want one. I know you might have some bad memories that might make you not want a hug for reasons that don't have anything to do with here or me, and that's totally okay." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' She knows more about hugs now. "You may hug me. I would like a hug as well." Laura answers. She'll somewhat awkwardly open her arms and step up. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir gently wraps you into a hug, smiling some. "I really appreciate you. It's good to be able to talk to you." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura squeezes in the hug. "It is...pleasant to have someone to speak to as well. It is not something I am accustomed to. And you are much less confusing than Andrea." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir grins. "Yeah, she's super complicated. So is Mason. Oh, my, god. I never know if they are going to kiss or try to kill each other." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura makes a frustrated growly noise. "They have entirely too many people around them making too much noise. And they treat it with far too much importance." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "They do. I know it pays the bills for them, but it's annoying." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura actually smiles a bit at that. "You and I understand each other better than most. I think." She relaxes the hug. "Thank you for your help." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods and lets you go. "Sure. But yeah. You can always talk to me. I'll do what I can. I think I am going to go deal with that.. fish.. thing now though. And the shampoo thing. Just, you know.. not at the same time." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura nods. "Go shampoo your fish." she says, apparently it now being a catchphrase between the two. 
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4848/Coney Island People Watching

2018-07-08T08:12:50Z

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|Date of Scene=2018/07/07
|Location=New York City
|Synopsis=Brooke takes Carrie Kelley to Coney Island to give her practice studying how people move. They encounter Kate Bishop and the team of pickpockets hunting her.
|Cast of Characters=1594, 1747, 84, 164
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke is in a dress and leggings, just another dark skinned middle class girl out with a friend. There was none of the torturous running to get here. She wants Carrie here without sweat. The entire distance, she has been quizzing her on anatomy and dance theory. Blocking. Stage movement. And now we are at Coney Island on a Saturday, surrounded by people milling around and enjoying themselves. Carrie has a list of things to find. First, 'Find someone with one leg at least an inch longer than the other. Copy their walk.' She smiles, "We're here. Where do you want to go first?" 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley was feeling remarkably better after a bit of rest from the constant training she'd been put under by Yin. For now she was enjoying the day out. She was wearing shorts herself, but with a white lace flowing shirt, and a longer lacework 'jacket' overtop. It wasn't hot with the amount of airflow in it, but it was at least going to keep her pale skin from getting burnt. The strappy heels she wears finishes it off. Carrie looks to Yin seeming just a bit uncertain about it. "Not that I don't get the point of learning to mimic how othes move, but... It seems kind of like it'd be making fun of someone," she points out even as her eyes scan the crowd looking for someone to meet the requirement set for her. 

:'''{{#var:84|Kate Bishop (84)}} has posed:''' Kate Bishop is here at Coney Island to enjoy a fun afternoon, then evening, then night. She is not having the fun that she had planned on having, because she's here alone, which was not the plan. Dressed for potentially humid summer weather in denim shorts and a tank top, and equipped with a handbag instead of a quiver, the archer stands by the cotton candy kiosk. Currently, she's trying to resist the temptation to text the guy who stood her up on this Tinder date that actually, she's got more than just an INTEREST in archery, and actually, she's fought HYDRA, and actually, maybe he should think twice about who he's screwing with here because actually, it's really easy to discreetly flatten someone's tires from a distance with arrows, and so on. She doesn't send these messages, mostly because she's not sure if he actually has a car. When she looks over and overhears two people passing by talking about 'mimicking how others move,' her face is probably more sour than she intended it to be. 

:'''{{#var:164|Ben Reilly (164)}} has posed:'''      Bored, webbing along on a quiet day, Ben decides to give his favorite relief for bordome a text "Hey ya red, able to walk yet? Made it back home?" he asks as he slips down an alley a few blocks from Coney Island to slip into his civvies... 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke raises an eyebrow. "Not if you do it right. Caricature is doing it wrong for a reason. You study theater. This part should be right down your alley." She acquires popcorn, plain and unsalted, and munches. After a few seconds, she adds, "I'll find some more interesting things to look for soon anyways, I'm sure." She looks over the teeming masses with her eyes unfocused. "Oh good, we are in luck. Can you find who is picking pockets? Take your time to figure out how they are doing it." She idly pops some popcorn in her mouth, walking quietly without wasted energy. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley rolls her neck to the side to work out a kink as she takes a deep breath, and sighs. "Oh, no, this is something I teach my own students, just... Usually not in public," she admits with a small grin of amusement. The buzz in her pocket has her hesitate before pulling her phone out to read her text. "Oh, Ben. Sorry, Brooke, just a second." A quick text is shot off. <Spending some time at Coney Island with a friend.> Carrie lowers the phone again with another purse of her lips as she looks up to scan around--Catching sight of the sourpuss looking Kate only to blink at finding her looking back. "Welp, so much for not looking suspicious," she mumbles. 

:'''{{#var:164|Ben Reilly (164)}} has posed:'''      "Ahh, what's his name?" comes the cheeky reply before he adds "Have fun, I'll not make you stare at your cell phone screen all the time." he says as he hears an alert in his ear piece of a car jacking a few blocks away. Duty calls and a few seconds later The Scarlet Spider is webbing away.. 

:'''{{#var:84|Kate Bishop (84)}} has posed:''' Kate and Carrie share a look for exactly one second. Then Kate looks away. She is probably feeling pretty aware of how weird it looks to be the only person not having fun at Coney Island. She is so lost in thought that someone bumps into her from behind and actually makes her stumble forward a step. "Ow! Hey! I mean, sorry. I mean, HEY! Get, GET BACK HERE!" The man who bumped into Kate from behind is now holding Kate's handbag, and is running toward as dense a crowd as he can see. Kate loudly gives chase. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke huhs. "They don't make pickpockets like they used to." She tsks a bit, then joins the chase. She's sprinter fast. Kate is no doubt very fast too. Carrie is rested up and has been training for marathons and wind sprints, though her footwear choice might be a problem. The pickpocket is probably just a bit better than a couch potato. And Brooke has his biometrics memorized. This won't take long. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley had begun to turn away from Kate when the bump occured, followed by the purse snatching. A step is taken intending to run as well when the weight of her footfall reminds her what she's wearing. Mentally cursing herself, but well aware that she wasn't expecting to go chasing down theives today, she hesitates. While Brooke and Kate start to give chase she bends her knee up to grab her heel pulling it off in a smooth motion. Barefoot on the warm concrete the motion is finished with her weight shifting forward to throw her heel at the fleeing man like a boomerang aiming for the back of his head. 

:'''{{#var:84|Kate Bishop (84)}} has posed:''' The crook in question is probably more ready and able to evade pursuit than any hero present expected. There are two honest reasons to grab a person's purse in broad daylight: one is genuine stupidity, but two is confidence that you can get away with it. This man seems to fit into the latter category, as he weaves into a crowd to maximum efficiency. Case in point: Kate's pursuit is blocked when the man cuts behind a woman pushing a stroller. Kate has to stop herself short to avoid running into the stroller headlong and possibly ending up headbutting a baby. He seems less aware of Brooke's pursuit, and even less aware of Carrie's, which plays out when a shoe strikes him directly in the ear. It's a spectacular, one in a billion throw, as the heel of the shoe actually hooks the entrance to his ear, like a brutal, awful Wet Willy. The man goes down. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke races over, slipping between people and running up on the pickpocket. She takes a moment to kick her foot out, hooking the front wheel of the baby carriage and sending it flying, not even slowing down. Because... There is no baby in it. She pounces on the pickpocket, putting him in a wrist lock. "Hmmm, that was either stupid or targeted. The baby carriage wasn't stupid. I think we get to wait here and have a talk." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' The problem with losing one heel is that you're left with one leg longer than the other... Just like her original 'challenge'. Rather than risk breaking her ankle though she pulls off the other heel as she jogs along after them barefoot. Quietly, she's glad that one of the things she'd been learning was how to run barefoot because it made things so much easier with the hot concrete out currently. As she approaches the kicked aside stroller her attention shifts to the woman who had been pushing it with eyes narrowed suspiciously. Ah ha. "Looks like a pair working together, maybe more. Pickpocket ring?" She hazards as she approaches Brooke and the felled theif. Glancing at Kate she asks, "You okay?" 

:'''{{#var:84|Kate Bishop (84)}} has posed:''' The purse-snatcher who personally snatched the purse is down for the count. Like many people who have a shoe thrown into their ear, he is unconscious. Bystanders are already doing what it is they do in these situations, looking for security or police, or just uploading a video of what just happened and themselves saying WORLD STAR! over it. Kate approaches, looking even more sour than she did before. "I'm okay," she grumbles, and grabs her purse from the unconscious man. "I'm fine. Thanks for the assist. You should try out for the majors with that arm." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke mmms. "Somebody should probably grab his partner before she gets away.." She frowns at him. "Stop struggling or you are going to end up having a hard time breathing. I don't want to have to resuscitate you on top of this." She looks up at Kate brightly, giving her a brief once over with her eyes. "I'm sure I have seen you before.." Her eyes momentarily bounce over her arms and shoulders, before she glances back to see what her student is doing now. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley hobbles closer to the pair, flashing a grin at Kate's remark. "I've been into that axe throwing fad that's been going on. I didn't realize I'd gotten strong enough to put so much 'oomph' behind my throw, though," she adds looking down toward the man Brooke was dealing with. Mention of the partner causes her to hmm? Quietly. "Oh, don't worry, she won't get far," she assures as she lifts up a blue snap wallet. "I got HER wallet off of her when she ran by me." 

:'''{{#var:84|Kate Bishop (84)}} has posed:''' Brooke is having an extremely easy time subduing this guy, because he has offered no resistance yet, other than bleeding from his ear. It's possible he will wake up into his current wrist lock, but he hasn't yet. The partner has run off, but the wallet is in hand, and that makes Kate laugh. "Lemme see," she says, motioning that she'd like to check out the wallet. "I kinda do this for a living, usually. Maybe that's why I look familiar." She pauses for a moment, then asks Brooke, "Did you ever do a Youtube of you punching through an entire fridge?" 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke raises an eyebrow, just casually holding the guy waiting for security to bring cuffs. "So, what, are you just not reading the numbers on the weights when you lift them or something? Or is it more of an abstract thing?" She shakes her head, "Oh, I don't do things like that. I'm just a practitioner that flails a little bit less than most people." And gets sent by ancient masters to check up on their students to make sure they aren't slipping or in trouble. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley hands the wallet over to Kate without hesitation at the request. After all, she was the one getting robbed. Giving info to her might help the police assist later... But then she says she does this for a living. "Really? Are you a police officer?" Looking back to Brooke she answers super seriously by sticking her tongue out at her. "It's one thing to lift weights and another to throw something... Besides, shoes weigh a lot less." Lightly clearing her throat she shrugs. "I probably couldn't do it a second time." 

:'''{{#var:84|Kate Bishop (84)}} has posed:''' The wallet has the usual wallet things in it, mostly. "Private investigator," Kate replies, looking at Carrie. "And I'm between cases right now, so I have plenty of time to why is my photo in here?" Kate takes a little mini-polaroid photograph out of the wallet. It's of her, in the exact outfit she's wearing today. The picture must have been taken somewhere else, and without Kate being aware. "This wasn't just some random... oh. OH." Kate reaches behind herself and pats her butt. That's what it looks like when she checks to see if her phone is still in her back pocket. It is not. "They weren't after my purse at all," she exhales. "Dammit. DAMMIT. Look, I'm a better P.I. than this whole situation kinda seems to show, really. Also, you look a lot like the woman who punched through a fridge, and I'd look it up and show you, except whoever these goony goons are, they organized a plan to take my phone." Kate rubs her sinuses like she's trying to quell a migraine. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke nods, watching Kate, and then casually shrugs, unlocks her phone and hands it to her. "I'm sure you can trace your phone or something. Go ahead and do your investigator magic if you can, I think I can leave this guy for security now." She rises, glances down, "Don't bother running, I turned your legs off for a few minutes." Smiles to the two of you, "Shall we? Maybe you can give her a few tips." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley looks toward the picture procured from the wallet with a frown of concern. "That's pretty precise right there. Your phone?" Either it was a super fancy, expensive phone, or her contact list was impeccable. "What, do you have Tony Stark's home phone number in there or something?" When Brooke offers her own phone over she gives a nod of agreement. "Yeah, hopefully they didn't turn it off. You should be able to track it. I hope." 

:'''{{#var:84|Kate Bishop (84)}} has posed:''' Kate doesn't answer the question about whether or not she has Tony Stark's home phone number. She's busy, using one of those Find My Phone apps to try and Find Her Phone. "They turned it off," Kate grumbles after a minute or two. "Pinged around here and then nothing. I... yeah, they probably want my contacts. Or my messaging logs. Or my nudes. Or all of them, I don't know. Hey, can I keep this?" She holds the wallet. "I appreciate the help, and I should probably ask your names at some point, but I also want to go home and use whatever info I can get out of this wallet to absolutely crush these people like a boulder hitting a Pepsi can." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke nods and hands over her business card for her acupressure massage and t'ai chi/hsing-i/bagua instruction services in Starling, Canada. "Well, this is me, and I get around. And this is my student. She's more local." She takes the phone and nods. "Sometimes I hit things too. Not a refrigerator though." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley nods solemnly at the request to keep the wallet. "Of course. Not mine anyway, and if you're a PI you'll get more use out of it. Good luck getting your phone back." This is offered sincerely in spite of how it may sound; losing a phone did suck after all. "I'm Carrie," is offered simply with a little finger-waggling wave before she turns to scoop up her lost heel to start pulling them back on. "Don't have a card, but yeah you can probably find me through Brooke. And I'm totally going to look for that video now." 

:'''{{#var:84|Kate Bishop (84)}} has posed:''' Kate takes the card and tucks it into her safely recovered purse. "I'm Kate," she says. "Hawkeye Investigations in Brooklyn, if you ever need a hand with anything. Look, it's been fun, but I wanna get on this, fast. And the video is called something like 'woman punches through entire fridge' on Youtube. I mean, if you know what you're looking for, it's really easy to find. She looks just like your teacher. It's crazy. I'll see you guys sometime, probably, maybe." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke waves. "I understand, go." No more words, just a smile and a dismissing 'Go, kick ass' shoo-ing gesture. To Carrie, "And you get tell me what you saw about everybody's posture and muscle development. Then there's lots more people to check out.." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley groans a little bit at that though she nods in agreement. She would have a lot to go over in her head, really. "Fine, fine. But can we grab a candy apple while here? I haven't had one in ages." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Brooke (1594)}} has posed:''' Brooke mmhs. "Of course you can grab a candy apple. Let me know if it's as awesome as you remember." They roam off to continue studying all the people they see.. 
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4819/Adamantium fists. You don't have them.

2018-07-05T14:33:14Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/07/04
|Location=Xavier's School
|Synopsis=Copying X-23's fighting style.. not the greatest plan, in hindsight. Erika, Josh, and Tyler talk in the nurse's office.
|Cast of Characters=1798, 1795, 1792
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh is back in the Wellness Centre after the bbq. He has quietly come to arrangement with the nurses that he helps out with healing and in return they teach him what they do. Right now though the Wellness Centre is empty except for the nurse, Jamie, and Josh. He is sitting in one of the chairs studying a chemisty textbook, with a few more books dumped in a second chair beside him. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir wanders down, damp and a bit red from a hot soak and a hot shower, wearing a tank top and with both arms wrapped up in Ace bandage up to the disposable plastic kitchen gloves on her hands. Those are wet too. She is carrying a plastic bag full of slowly melting ice. What you can see of her hands looks much more black and blue and swollen than they should be. She looks down at the ground and bites her lip, reaching up to pull her bangs down over her eyes. "Hi.."" She shifts back and forth awkwardly. "Um. Me and Laura kind of beat the crap out of each other for like forever. Um. She heals fast." Embarrassed. "She thought it was fun.." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh puts the book down and gets up, looking concerned. "You were training with /Laura/?" he asks. "I dunno if I should be impressed or scared for you. Come on, have a seat over here." Josh gestures to one of the beds. He looks to Jamie, who nods. "So... what did you hurt? Your hands... Anything else?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir wanders over and starts unwrapping her arms. They're pounded into jelly from the elbow down, bruised all over the place. "I think she hit me a few other places, but she was going easy. I wasn't." She winces. "Then I used some ice and stuff, but this happened..." She makes a face. "I just hate feeling useless..." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh picks up one of the chartboards and starts writing, filling in the form. He crosses out a few things like blood pressure and pulse, simply marking 'Erika' as the explanation. ."Useless?" he asks, looking up and giving her his full attention. "What do you mean?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir sighs deeply and lets you fiddle. "You guys are getting shot and and blown up by bigots and stuff that hate all of us, and I'm just sitting around feeling useless." She fumes a bit. Ow. Ow. "You know the part that really pisses me off?" She makes a face. "I don't remember ANYTHING I was doing. All I remember was I was blocking stuff and hitting back, but I don't remember HOW." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh looks sympathetic. "Hey, hey, you're not useless. You're 15, starting life at a new school and have barely started learning about your powers. You're not /supposed/ to be out there getting attacked and fighting. Heck, I'm sorry you had to see us like that yesterday." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir fumes. "Well, it still sucks. I know I can do more." She looks down in annoyance and grimaces because her arms hurt. A lot. She tries to straighten her swollen and banged up hands that should probably get X-rayed or something. Those knuckles are approaching hamburger consistency. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh smiles a bit. "You'll be able to, give it time," he says. "And find your role. You know? Not everyone's like Laura." He considers her hands. "So, I can fix those, but I have to touch you to do it. Is that gonna be okay?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nodsnods. "Yeah, go ahead.. They were swelling up really bad and I can't move them very well." She whines a bit. "Owww.." and looks kind of pitiful and pained. "It huurts.." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh takes the ice from Erika and sets it aside. He /very/ gently lays his hands over hers and closes his eyes. As soon as they touch, there is a golden glow. A soothing warmth spreads out from where he touches Erika to each of her injuries. The pain fades, the swelling recedes, and very soon her hands and the rest of her are back to the way they were. He exhales and lifts his hands away from Erika's. He smiles, looking tired. "That better?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir swallows and looks a little bit teary eyed. "..Yeah. I'm sorry for being silly. I probably shouldn't be trying to spar AS Laura... I just hate feeling like this. I had nightmares..." She looks down and slumps a bit. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' From around the corner Tyler comes barreling into the Wellness Center. When he catches the end of Josh's light show and frowns deeply as he takes everything in. "Uhh... Hey guys." The young man waves at the pair as he comes closer to them, "I heard Josh was on his way here and I figured I'd come check in to make sure everyone was alright." Looking over the pair once more he nods, "I'm guessing you guys are good, then?" 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "Nightmares... Aw crap, I'm so sorry, Erika," he says, sitting down on the bed next to her. "You're not being silly. Not at all," he assures her. "It's a lot all at once." Josh looks up when Tyler runs in. "Hey Ty, yeah, we're good. I've actually been starting to spend more time in here, helping out," he says with a nod to his backpack and pile of books sitting on a couple of the chairs. "Sorry to get you worried." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir uhhhhms.... "I had nightmares, and then Laura met her dad and he made Laura cry, and I helped her feel better, and she gave me a sock and wanted me to spar, and she's really hard on herself when she fights and I hurt myself." She hmms. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "Okay, man," Tyler tells Josh, letting out a sigh. "I guess it makes sense for you to be here. Gotta come in really handy." THen he looks over to Erika and nods his head slightly, "That makes sense. Laura's a beast and she's got metal on her bones so she's got to hit super hard. If you want to spar with someone again let me know and I'll make sure you've got proper equipment. I can even show you how to fight, if you'd like." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh listens to Erika and nods as she... unloads. He mouths <Laura cried?!> to Tyler, then turns his attention back to Erika. Josh looks utterly jetlagged. He nods in agreement with Tyler's suggestion. "Seriously, Ty is really good, I've seen him fight. And if he teaches you, you'll remember, you know?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "She hits really hard, so I hurt my knuckles." She sighs a bit. "And I don't remember any of it. I have to work on that.." 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' When Josh mouths the words to him Tyler looks at his friend, opens his eyes wide and shrugs. Tyler looks Erika over and says, "You probably didn't wrap your hands or wear gloves, right?" He sidles over and says, "One of the more important things about training is to use proper equipment the whole time. We should see about getting you some protective gear. Plus, I'm not really sure how your powers work but if it's your gear your using and it's new you probably won't be picking up a whole lot from other people so you can learn how to do stuff yourself." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh smiles. "See? You'll be earning belts in no time. But seriously, it's also not something you /have/ to do. Like, this school is one of the safest places in New York. All you have to worry about is keeping up with your classes. That's all almost everyone here has to worry about. This other stuff?" he shakes his head. "Don't worry about it. Really." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir kind of wobbles back from stream of consciousness. "The hurting my knuckles bit. I was wearing my usual gloves, she let me wear one of her socks." She thinks a bit. "And yeah, he made Laura cry, because he's about as good at being a dad as Laura is at being a daughter. I gave her a hug and talked to her. Then she let me beat on her and she felt a lot better. So it helped! Just not so much me." She frowns and puts her hands on her hips. "I'm just supposed to hide here forever? That isn't going to help anyone else." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir hmph. "Look, now that my hands work, I need to use the bathroom really bad. Back in a sec." 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, what Josh said is true," Tyler says with a smile. "This place is safe as houses, but if you want to get out of here hit me up if I'm around, I'll keep you safe." The young man chuckles gently about the gloves, "I was talking about boxing gloves. They're more for saving your hands than saving the other guy's face. I'll take you to where I buy my stuff if you're interested and we'll get you squared away. I wear gloves, a cup, mouthguard, shin guards, ankle support wraps, head gear and hand wraps." "Maybe I'll try to talk to Laura if I run into her. I worry about her. She brings up strange emotions," Tyler says. Then he nods, "Alright. Don't let me hold you up." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh watches her go then turns to Tyler. "Yeah, I hear you. That poor kid's got issues, but like, how could she not, you know?" He picks up the chartboard and goes about finishing it. "Gotta wonder who her...." he looks up at Tyler. "You don't think it could be /that/ obvious, do you? The claws and stuff, is she Logan's /kid/?" 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "Yeah man," Tyler says to Josh. "She's a tough chick, but I have no idea what all she's had to deal with before she got here." He grabs a rolling stool and pulls it close so that he's got something to sit on. " "I dunno," Tyler shrugs. "Might very well be. I don't know him well enough to just be up front asking him stuff like that, though." He pauses and thinks, "Who else could it be, though?" 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "You got a point. She even heals crazy fast like him, I hear. Heard she took a bullet through the shoulder yesterday and didn't even flinch. And there sure wasn't a scratch on her when she came in here," Josh says and shrugs unknowingly, and finishes charting. "Feel for her, too," he says, nodding in the direction Erika went. "Poor kid walks in here yesterday just when Andrea, Mason and Laura got back after the attack. Andrea was covered in blood and Mason looked like he'd seen a ghost. Spooked the hell out of Erika." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir wanders back through. "I heard you. Yeah he is. He sucks as a dad. Maybe he'll get better. And yeah, I had nightmares! I want to be able to help. I haven't even figured out how to do what I do though, other than like, wander around grabbing little silly souvenirs so I can use them later. I mean, that's basically what I do, I think. And I don't how to sleep." 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "It's gotta be tough having a kid sprung on you. At least, I'm guessing she was a recent surprise. He wouldn't be working here if he was the deadbeat dad sort," Tyler supposes. Then he follows Josh's directional nod with a frown, "Yeah. It's got to be tough as hell to suddenly end up in this situation out of the blue." Tyler looks at Josh and says, "You can relate to that better than I can. I'd already been exposed to violence before I got here and I came in knowing ahead of time about the school." A glance is sent Erika's way and Tyler frowns, "We'll figure out how you can help, especially as we learn more about your powers. We can also see about getting you more souvenirs for different situations, like a trauma surgeon's scalpel if Josh isn't around. Stuff like that." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh seems to take a moment to decode Erika. "It's not the worst idea," he says of hers and Tyler's souvenir idea. "I mean, it would give you a bunch of stuff you can do. But that's all New Mutants stuff, or might be depending on who leads the team. Those guys that attacked me and Andrea and the others, they're not after just anyone, they're after us for reasons. You're not gonna walk outside tomorrow and run into them." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir frowns some. "Maybe not today! But I mean, I like hanging out with you guys too, and if you ever want to take me out somewhere, and something happens, I don't want to be twiddling my thumbs waiting for you to find the right castle or something." She paces some. "Seriously, if I am going to be having nightmares, I want to kick their asses back, you know? Plus I want to figure out how to sleep without waiting for Miss Betsy to zap me." 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "Do you have any idea who the guys were that attacked you? Reavers again?" Tyler asks Josh, his expression doing nothing to hide his curiosity. "If they're back they might need to be handled more permanently. Just plain locked away forever." Watching Erika pace, Tyler says, "I'll teach you to kick ass without relying on anyone else's stuff as soon as you're ready." Then he considers her other problem, "You want to try to get some exercise? It might tire you out enough to get sleep. We can go for a run, lift some weights or something." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh smiles at Erika. "Yeah, getting some sleep without help would be good," he agrees. "Cyborgs in the attack on me, and the attack on the others. Has to be Reavers," he says to Tyler. "Rogue showed up just in time when they came after me. You should have seen /her/ kick ass. It was crazy," he grins. "Seriously, I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. Broke my back and everything, healed bullet wounds from people, it was insane." Josh gets up and stiffles a yawn. "I'm serously wrecked, like you don't know. I gotta turn. See you in the morning," he says, gathering up his books. He hands Erika's chart to Jamie and thanks her, then makes his way out with a wave. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir just... Stares at Tyler. To Josh, "Do you want to explain this one? Because if two sleeping pills, benadryl, melatonin, and staring at the ceiling for three days wasn't enough... I can't sleep when I'm linked to anything, and I link to anything I touch." She adds, "Anyways, it was mostly that Laura beats herself up when she fights, super bad, and I hamburgered my hands." 
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4815/Tears. Fists. Socks.

2018-07-04T21:18:28Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir races after the fleeing Laura. "Laura? Are you.. Ugh. How are you feeling?" She doesn't know her very well, but she worries about her. She also knows that Laura processes, well.. EVERYTHING really really weirdly. For all she knows, Laura might collapse in a sobbing pile. Might stare at her like a robot and make weird noises. Might disembowel her. She hopes it isn't the last one. She feels horrible watching her in obvious pain like that, though. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura stops, when Erika calls her. She looks back, and for the first time, there's a more or less visible sign of emotion; tears rolling down from her eyes. She's not bawling. Just...tear overflow. Her voice is frustrated, confused. Pained. "My eyes are leaking." she says, in that mix of frustration and confusion. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir offers her arms. "Those are tears. You're crying. That's normal." She sighs concernedly. "Can I hug you? It might feel better.." She bites her lip a little bit, because Laura never really talked much about anything when she was around. She's not sure what to do other than maybe let her hug and talk it out. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura doesn't know emotions. Or hugs, really. She nods. "I promise I will not kill you." she says, since Erika has seemed worried about that. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. That... helps, actually. "Well.. Come here." She pauses, then remembers that Laura is probably unclear on the concept and slooowly approaches, making sure she doesn't flinch away or anything. She wraps her carefully into her arms and soothingly pats her on the back, concernedly trying to help her feel safe. "When something hard happens to me and it hurts, it's like there's all these little pieces of confusing upsetness inside of me, and I want somebody to be there and be close to me." She sighs. "And a lot of the times it helps if I can talk about how I am feeling, because a lot of the little pieces don't make sense until I do, and then when I talk about it it starts to feel like something I can deal with. Like.. Instead of being 'Scary things all around me' it's just certain things, and I know where they are and what they are and I can start to decide how to deal with it." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' The brunette frowns, and is clearly lost. She wraps her arms around Erika, trying to mimic her. "I...do not know what to do." she admits, awkwardly. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir just softly hugs her, hoping she relaxes a little bit. "It's okay, you're doing fine. How do you feel? Go ahead and talk as much as you feel like. You'll probably figure more stuff out as soon as you say it." She looks at Laura quietly, paying attention to her concernedly. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' "I...was just a weapon. And then mother told me I was more. And now she is dead. And she told me to find him. And...now I do not know what to do. I do not know where to go. I..." She lets Erica go and wipes her eyes in frustration. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir lets you go and nods, listening. "I think you are a lot more than just a weapon. Finding out what all else you are is hard, and we all have to figure it out for ourself. I don't know who to talk to either. Nobody does. Hmm.. Think of it like, you are promoted? Now you get to, you know. Command yourself. There's going to be, like, a learning curve, right?" She sighs and looks concerned. "I don't know exactly what you should do? But I'm happy to talk with you and help you to figure it out, if you want me to." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' The brunette looks over. "You are..." She frowns, and then finally says "I am sorry I made you afraid." It's the first time she's ever apologized for anything. She looks to Erika. "Thank you. For the advice. I do not know what to do. But I do not think there are answers." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "You're welcome. And yeah. I wish there was answers. I'm sure you will figure out what you can do." She frowns and thinks. After a moment, she offers, "I think your dad is like you are too. I don't think he knows what to do very well either. So he probably says a lot of things that really hurt. Maybe later he will think of something better to say and you can try again, and he will probably be a little bit less, well.. infuriating. I mean, he's probably still going to kind of suck at being a dad, but he doesn't sound like he has any practice either, so, you know. It's kind of expected. He'll learn." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' "I will have to think about it." Laura's at a loss for options. Or answers. And what she feels is primarily just...a melange of negative emotions. "I need time to think." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir hms, "It's like working with a team.. You can't just throw new people together and hav them working together great, they have to keep working with each other and learning how to work with each other. It's always kind of like that. I don't know how much that fits with what you've experienced yet.." She frowns some, not knowing enough to be comfortable with metaphors. She nods agreeably. "Yeah, definitely think about it. I do all the time. It helps. If you want to talk more later we can. Or if you want to come do something different with me that's good too. You can teach me something maybe. I feel kind of useless right now." Hopeful smile. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' "I can teach you how to fight." Laura offers. "I do not have a great deal of skills other than combat training." She spreads her hands awkwardly. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Okay. I'd like that." She thinks. "You can, like.. break it down and stuff. I'm getting a *few* ideas about what I can do, but I don't want to make it into a total bad move, right? I mean, what if I grabbed part of your old shirt and forgot I can't heal and don't have claws? I'd get hurt so bad. So like.. You can help me figure out what to do. If we're going to be getting shot at by cyborgs a lot and all." She's been thinking some, obviously, but the explanation? Might need work. She smiles and watches you a bit. "So like, if you have any ideas about THAT? You can let me know next time." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura looks thoughtful...then crouches down, and takes off a shoe and a sock, before offering the sock over to Erika. "Only one way to find out." Even without the claws, the girl still has years of hardcore training. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir oohs and takes the sock. "What, here? now?" She licks her lip thoughtfully, then takes off her shoe and sock. She sits down on the floor, takes a deep breath, and pulls your sock onto her foot. She takes a deep, ragged breath, eyes fluttering closed, and shivers visibly, then pulls it on and slips her shoe back on. Now she smells just a teeny, tinty bit like you. "Okay, I haven't really popped the top on this sock yet. What do you have in mind?" 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' "You know what I know, yes? Show me." Laura waits a moment, and then snaps off a kick at Erika's head. Even without claws, she still knows how to fight. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir clicks into the zone. She slips just a little bit to the side and uses the twist to drive her fist hard toward Laura's base knee, other hand reaching toward her face viciously. Tactics. Infiltration. Anatomy. She's already starting to move to eliminate the target. You can already see the chain of ideas dropping into place. Damage balance, disorient, step, crush windpipe, orient, next target. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' If anything, Laura gets caught a bit by surprise. She wasn't expecting the assimilation so well and so quick. It hits her knee, and there's a bit of a crack, though it's already healed within an instant. She brings up her own arm to bat Erika's away. "Good. You are learning well." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir stops in your ready stance, face creepily neutral, eyes defocused a bit to take in your entire body. It's like looking into a mirror, not quite fitting with her normally very expressive appearance. "Good. Next?" Apparently all that twitchy whimpering has an upside after all, if it clicks the skills in that fast. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' The slight hint of a smile surrounds Laura's face, and she moves into a flurry of punches and kicks. She's holding back some; enough to try and keep her superior physicality from just winning it for her. "Learn. Train your body." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir reacts to the attacks brutally, hammering away at your limbs and joints and honestly mostly just beating herself up - but YOUR fighting style doesn't care about things like that - mixed with solid, full power attacks to every lethal target she gets an opening at in between. She's not as strong as you, and she doesn't have your endurance, and she doesn't have your skeleton, and she can't heal the abuse she is slowly doing to her own hands and arms, but she doesn't really seem to be paying it much mind. After all - You wouldn't. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura will only let it go on for about fifteen minutes. Enough time to build up some of the muscles, but not enough to do any real harm. Just a serious workout. She's pulling her own punches to not do real harm, and finally, she steps back and holds up a hand. "Stop. That is enough." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir pants, gasping raggedly for air, soaked in sweat, and crumples onto her knees, expecting a reprimand. Why isn't she HEALING? Okay. Now she's starting to notice the pain. She whimpers a bit inspite of her current avoidance of such things. "...." She tries to say something. Pants. Fails. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura moves over. "It hurts. But you will get better." It happened to her, so many times. "Come on. You will need to soak." Otherwise, there's going to be tons of ouch. Instead of a little ouch. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir leans on Laura and grabs exhaustedly at her sock on the floor, then goes stumbling off with her. Owwwie. She doesn't even wave at anybody she might pass in the hall. ouch. ouch. such hurt. such bad tactics for her. 
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4814/Daddy Issues

2018-07-04T18:38:34Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir woke up a bit early. Like, from a screaming nightmare. Boing boing. And drank some coffee, and ate some waffles that she didn't know how to make until she grabbed the waffle maker, and now she is prowling around looking for random items lying around. Not stealing, just kind of.. okay, it's maybe a grey area, but she's looking for JUNK. So the emo girl comes blowing into the garage next, making a mild effort to keep quiet and making sure her gloves are on, nervously, carrying a backpack. She peeks around and tries to consider how things in the garage are USED and oh hey there might be someone in here too, uhm.. awkwardawkward.. Sheepish smile and a small wave at anybody she encounters. 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''     A typical day in the garage. The sounds of hammering metal, curses thrown in here and there, and the unmistakeable sound of a beer can being crushed with the following sound of it being tossed in a recycle bin come to your ears. Those sounds are once again followed by the sounds of metal hammering metal, another curse, and some grumbling.     Getting up from under his motocycle, Logan moves over to the fridge nearby, opens it, and grabs a beer. Opening it with a "kir-tissh", Logan takes a drink, and sighs. He is currently wearing a grease stained white t-shirt, cowboy boots, a cowboy hat, and strangely clean blue jeans. Looking over at Erika when he notices her for the first time, Logan says, "You must be new." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:'''     Laura is out hunting. For a change, it's not being suspicious of Erika, even. No, there's a /very/ familiar scent, and it's the one she hauled herself all the way to this school to find. So she's tracked it through the mansion, and it's now that she opens the door into the garage, peering over. While she doesn't speak much, it's not often that she's at a loss for words.     This is one of those times. Framed by the door, she stands there, not moving. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods vigorously. "I am! Uhh.. My name is Erika, I thought I was, um... ordinary? Like.. Wednesday, I got medically rescued here last weekend, um... And you are? Sir?" Slightly hyper, freshly showered, edge of the recovery from something frightening. She wanders over. "Um, is there anything I can help? I mean, I'm trying to be helpful, I hate it when people I know are in trouble and I can't do anything.." Definite feeling she's not thinking about the car, there. 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''     Sniffing absently, Logan's eyes drift over to the door. With a frown, his eyes narrow, and then he shrugs. Taking a drink from the can of beer, Logan leans against the bench, and says, "Come in if'n yer comin' in kid." Logan tosses to Laura.     Looking back at Erika, Logan hurumphs, and says, "Nice ta' meet ya' Erika." Logan looks her up and down, and then says, "I'm Logan. All you need ta' know." Logan follows that with a burp. "Good beer." Logan hmmms. "Not sure you kin help, but nice a' ya' ta' offer." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura takes a few steps inside. "Erika." It's less an address, more an acknowledgement. Like a "hello". Except she's not so good at hello yet. She moves in, starting towards the two of them. She addresses Logan. "My mother told me to find you." Not a one for small talk or easy lead-in. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs! "You're Laura's, um... something? Uh. Well, if you let me put on, like, one of your socks or something, I'll be a mechanic like you are, probably, ish, so that's something... I mean, I'm still kind of figuring out how that works exactly." She looks back at the door, and is uncertain. "Hi Laura! How are you feeling today?" Daawh. Laura is sweet! When she isn't threatening to murder her for some reason. There's a bit of ambiguity there. She waves. 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''     "Your...mother. Huh. Should I know her?" Logan says, non-chalantly, like he didn't care. Taking another swig of his brew, Logan shrugs and adds, "Should I know you?" His eyes look her over, and he sniffs again. "Somthing familiar..."     Turning back to Erika, he waits while the two girls say hello, and then he says, "Laura's, um, somthing? No idea. Maybe." The rest of her words he doesn't reply to, blinking when she asks for one of his socks. "Ah'm pretty sure you don't want to wear any of my socks, darlin'." Logan chuckles. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:'''     "Genetic donor." Laura answers Erika's first question to Logan, as she looks back, and raises one arm by way of demonstration, and then snikts out her claws on that arm. Shiny adamantium catches the light. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Yeah, socks are smelly, but like, if you carry something around all the time when you are working on cars, that should work... Oh, wait, you're having a family moment. I'll just look around for a minute and let you two bond, okay?" She gives a thumbs-up and edges out of the way. Squee-ish. Hmmm, now what do mechanics carry around all the time... 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' Logan blinks as the "snikts" happen. Frowns. Finishes his beer. Crumples the can. Tosses it in the recycle bin, and grunts something incoherent. Shaking his head, he grabs himself another beer from the fridge, but doesn't offer any to the kids. This time.     "Hurumph!" Logan says, and grabs his wrench. "Family moment...naw. S'all good." Looking down at the can, then the wrench, Logan then adjusts his cowboy hat, and adds, "Ah'll keep you in mind kid...if I need help. Thanks." Next, Logan looks at Laura, shakes his head again, and heads towards his bike without saying another word. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:'''     Laura wouldn't know a family moment if one hit her in the head. But she is on unsteady ground. She lets her claws retract. "Mother told me to find you." She says, and then follows it up a moment later, somewhat awkwardly, with "She's dead now. I...don't know what else to do." This has been her one job so far. Get here, find the man in the picture. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir watches quietly. Wait, he's going the other way? What? That's not supposed to happen? She blinks. "Oh COME on! She's been LOOKING for you! Get back here!" She chases after him and jumps in the way, then makes a 'turn around' gesture and points with both hands back at Laura. "Go talk to her! She needs this." 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''     Looking at Erika, Logan actually smiles. "Thanks for the push kid. Ah think I kin handle it." Shaking his head, he turns.     Turning to look back at Laura, Logan says, "Look kid...um, Laura? Hmm. I'm not really a great "father figure" type. I see from your extra.."fingers" that ya' got a few things from me at least. Best I can do is be there if you need me. Listen if you need to ralk. Ah'm usually here...hammering away...     Stepping around Erika, Logan reaches the bike. Logan looks back over his shoulder, grabs the cloth that was on the bike's seat, and starts rubbing the grease from his hands after putting down the can and the wrench. Sighing loudly, Logan gets a slightly "uncomfortable" expression on his face, as emotions start to get involved. Something he cannot deal with effectively. "Not sure what else ta' say." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:'''     Laura looks back at the "welcome". She's also not sure what to say...she's not sure how this was going to happen. But however it was, this was NOT how it was in her mind. "I..." Again, not usually one to be at a loss for words. But she is right now. She swallows a little, fighting the emotions she's experiencing. She's not good with emotions. "I will...talk if I...require it." she states, finally. She blinks once. Too much dust in this garage. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir sighs loudly. "Ohmygod. Neither does she! You can figure it out together! Laura is really nice but she's, you know, not like.. from a healthy suburban house with a picket fence and stuff. She needs someone. You can be super awk together and it won't matter! It'll be awesome! TRUST me!" So frustrating! 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' Nodding, Logan says, "Good Laura. Good. First on the conversation topic...how you got to be..well, mine." Logan frowns at Erika, and says, "Super awk? Kid, I don't understand HALF of what you are saying. Not like I came from a great upbringing either, over a hunnerd years ago." Logan kneels down, and starts working on the bikes again. "We'll talk. Later." He gives Laura a meaningful look, and then Erika, a meaningful look, just with a different emphasis. "Thanks fer yer help, kid." With that, Logan concentrates on what he was doing, and not how he felt. Feelings. Ugh. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:'''     Laura blinks again. "Thank you for the offer." And "thank you" is new to her. She turns, heading back into the house maybe quicker than she needs to. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir awwwhs! Crap. Was Laura crying? Maybe? "I... I need to go see if she's okay." She waves distractedly, and chases after Laura. "Laura? Are you okay?" Wait, she won't get a coherent answer from that. Uuugh. Chasechase. 
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4791/A trip to the kitchen

2018-07-02T06:44:51Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir suddenly realized that her messed up sleep schedule meant she really needed to get a bite to eat. She tried the dining hall, but.. it wasn't meal time. Schedule ALL messed up. So she suddenly got the idea, hmm, maybe she should check the kitchen? Well, this can go a couple of different ways. After all, she doesn't really know how to cook..... yet... Hmmmm. <.< >.> She slinks into the kitchen quietly, looking around to see if anybody else is around. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura is in the kitchen herself, foraging for a snack. Half-buried in the refrigerator, the short girl is rummaging with a lot of clinking of bottles and containers. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs. Someone else is foraging. She smiles from the door, "Hiya. Is there anything good?" She looks around the kitchen, trying to remember basically anything from cooking shows. knives, bowls.. there's where they keep the disposable gloves and hairnets.. She checks closets and stuff. Hmmmm... 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura looks up from the fridge. "Yes. Cookies are good." It's terse, to say the least. But she starts to take out the makings for a sandwich; meat, cheese, and the like. "I have not seen you before." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods. "I JUST came here. Andrea and Josh brought me here because I was in a bad way. I'm Erika. Um." Is there anything else it's polite to say to that? Everything here has been pretty weird so far. She opens the closet door. Success! A frayed apron! Muahahaha. Insert mad scientist cackling here. She grabs the apron, holds it up over her head, and slides halfway out of her pullover, then swallows uneasily, steeling herself, and drops the apron down over her neck. "..Here goes.." Her eyes flutter and she wobbles and sways unsteadily, whimpering and twitching a bit. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' The girl looks back. "You can call me Laura." she answers, when Erika gives her name. She watches the wobble and twitch, head tilted slightly. Unlike most people, there's no "oh, are you okay?" sort of concern. At best, a mild curiosity. Finally, she asks "Are you sick?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir blinks, shaking the last of the shock off. "No, I just don't know how to cook, and I'm in a kitchen. Do you mind if I look in there?" She checks around the room again, then wanders over to the refrigerator, scent and stance very slightly different. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' THAT is something she'll notice right away. And not in a good way. The scent change immediately makes her paranoid. She literally /growls/ a bit, and asks "What happened?" Her hands ball into fists at her side. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir blinks. "I don't know, I'm still figuring this stuff out. Why?" She looks around, obviously confused, and backs up a bit, opening her hands in hopes of being reassuring. "I was just going to cook something..." 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura looks anything but reassured. "Your scent changed. What did you do?" she asks again, taking a single step closer. In fight or flight, fight is definitely winning out here. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir acks, nervous and rapidly moving toward 'scared'. "I'm.. 'reading'.. the apron? Somebody else used it?" And that's her limit of understanding her own powers. That one sentence. Right there. That's it. She has no more explanations to offer. She debates on fleeing, but realizes that she isn't exactly a track champion. run. pounce. chomp. no no, bad. Her back hits the back counter. No more room to retreat. Gulp. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura watches, eyes narrowed. "How does that change your scent? Did they send you?" Apparently Erika is supposed to know who "they" are. The tiny brunette girl doesn't LOOK physically imposing, but she's certainly selling dangerous well. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir swallows hard. "I don't know!? I just wanted dinner.." She pushes back against the counter helplessly, trapped, and looks around for any sort of help. 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Thankfully, being able to read scents as well as she can also serves reasonably well as a lie detector. People who are legitimately afraid smell like it. Laura backs off a bit, then moves off to the side. "Eat." She's still watching the other girl, though. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir shuffles in reasonable terror over to the refrigerator and opens it, watching you carefully. She bites her lip a bit, then starts pulling out fresh meats and cheese and vegetables. Then she goes over to wash her hands and slip on some gloves, trading out the ones she is already wearing. She throws on a hair net, then grabs one of the cooking knives and quickly slices off a thin steak off the meat. Flips the cutting board. A couple of mushrooms get chopped. Whackwhackwhackwhack.Slide it off to the side. Flip the burner on. Grab a pan and twirl it in one hand and start it heating up, quick splash of oil. Seasonings are grabbed in a quick practiced motion from exactly where they go and are dashed onto the meat, rubbed in quickly, flipped into the pan to sizzle and fry, followed by the mushrooms.... 'Don't know how to cook' - yeah right, in what universe? 

:'''{{#var:78|X-23 (78)}} has posed:''' Laura already didn't trust her. This isn't helping the issue. The brunette girl growls again, low, and turns to stalk out of the room. Hopefully no one gets in her way. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir blinks and looks kind of concernedly at the retreating predator girl. She sighs a little, because she just... can't explain any of what she's DOING. She can't even explain it to Xavier, and he's the one who explained it to HER. So she just keeps quiet. Maybe somebody else can explain it later. 
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4788/Psychic Diagnosis

2018-07-02T01:01:01Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir was sleeping, thanks to being zapped with a block by Psylocke. But the whole point of sleep is to clear and clean the brain, in a way.. And the block was applied gently to not leave any harm. It's starting to fray and go away, leaving her with dreams about laundry and blankets and bedmaking, before failing enough to let a connection pop up and jerk her out of fitful sleep. She groans and looks around, making sure she is still wearing that dress, and puts her feet on the floor to look for her shoes. Gah. Mistake. She whimpers a bit and whacks at stuff with a blanket. "DAMN it!" 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:'''      Xavier already knew about Erika's condition and how she was in the medical ward. With that said, Charles wheels himself into the room JUST when Eirka appears to wake up and attack things with her blanket. She'll hear a soothing voice in her head, Xavier's telepathy also temporarily dulling her pain receptors. With that said, he smiles. <<Hello, Erika. My name is Charles Xavier and I am the headmaster of this school.>> He wheels right up next to her bed, smiling to her as if he were her loving grandfather. <> He tries to put in some humor as he looks upon her. hmm.. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir blinks sleep out of her eyes and squints at you in some confusion at the method of address. She flounders through yet more layers of surreal situation, then just bluntly decides to go with "Hi... Why are you a *thing*?" and rubs at her head a bit. She's not.. In pain, exactly. Being, say, frenetically tickled isn't painful per se, but neither is it a welcome experience at all times. She sighs. Then realizes that there are many ways to take that last statement, and the one she meant is probably on the very bottom of the list for anybody else. "I.. I mean-" Embarrassed. 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:''' Charles smiles softly to Erika even as she appears to be extremely confused and lost, especially as to who he is and why he's there. "Well, you see, when two people love each other very much..." he stops there and simply chuckles a good-natured laugh. "I tease, I tease." He doesn't appear to be offended or even confused at Erika's response, which means he must deal with things such as this quite often. "It's okay, young lady. Why don't you tell me of yourself?" He asks as he -very subtly- searches through her mind to find the source of the problem. He finds that when people are distracted, they often don't focus on their problems, and that makes his job much easier. He doesn't speak, only smiling at the young lady before him. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir uh. Wow, could you possibly ask a more vague question? She thinks a bit. "Um.. My name is Erika, my family is from Iceland, I'm in high school, I, um.." She pauses and tries to think of something else to fill that in. "The other day, some boys drugged my friend and tried to chase us down and do horrible things to us, and I broke into a restaurant and hid from them, and now every time I touch something.." She gestures wildly with her fingers from her head, "Phooom! My head goes boom.. Crackly... Zappy.. And then it's just kind of sitting there in my head. And I couldn't sleep for days and I guess mom sent me here? I think. The last day or so is kind of blurry." 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:''' Xavier looks at her curiously as she seems to have some slight difficulty remembering everything. Or perhaps she is simply trying to consider what to say. "Well, it's nice to meet you Erika from Iceland." he teases her very softly before she starts to explain her situation. Hmm...trauma. "I'm so sorry that was even thought of happening to you, Erika. But you don't have to be afraid anymore, you're in good hands. Every time you touch something?" he starts to ponder. "Hm...sounds as if you are trying to make psychic connections with inanimate objects. Looking into your mind now, I can tell I'm sharing space with a carpet, your dress, and your blanket. But...Trauma can affect mutant powers in many different ways. This is not irrepairable, however." A warm smile once again touches the elderly man's face. "Tell me, what is your experience with your abilities? How long have you had them?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ums. "Well.. what day is it? Because the whole.. chase.. thing was on.. you know. Wednesday night? Thursday morning? And then I haven't slept, and I was staying put, and then I was grounded and I stayed in my room, and I was awake the whole time and I couldn't sleep so I kind of lost track of time... so.. Whatever day it is today, right? I've just been trying to not get brainasplode.. stuff.. and it isn't working." She sighs in some frustration. So far, everybody... everybody.. has been complaining about her lack of words to explain any of this. So she's starting to feel really stupid. 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:''' Xavier doesn't even seem annoyed or even lightly irritated that Erika appears to be having trouble. Okay..so, she's a very, VERY new-comer to her powers. Nothing he can't fix! "I see." he takes a small breath. "How should I explain this? You appear to have a psychic ability that appears to activate on touch. While I cannot tell you what your powers are -exactly-, I can tell at least that much." He wheels himself closer to Erika so he can look her better in the eyes. "Today is Sunday, the first of July." he tells her the day with a soft smile. "It seems control will be what we focus on in your case." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir sighs loudly. "Can we start by figuring out what I DO, in like, REAL WORDS, so I can stop having people keep asking me what I am doing in ways that keep sounding more and more like how they would talk to a preschooler? Because I DON'T know what I'm doing, and i DON'T know what to tell anybody when they ask, and they keep asking, and I just want to hide in a closet listening to music so I don't have to keep saying baby-talk vagueness at everybody.." She brushes her bangs down over her eyes a bit, frustrated and kind of snapping a little bit, because she is surrounded by surreal strangeness now and her entry into it all sounds far too close to 'goo goo' to her. She stops and counts days on her fingers. "...Jesus, no wonder I was so tired. I thought it was maybe Saturday." She looks a little bit horrified. 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:''' Charles then looks at Erika, as if somewhat intrigued by her as he keeps searching through her thoughts. "It appears that you use a form of Psychometry. Though...you seem easily frustrated at 'real words' yet demand 'real words' at the same time." he ponders if some form of mental damage was also done. Xavier nods lightly. "Skin-to-skin or direct contact of your skin to another object appears to establish a connection between the two. So for now, I advise wearing gloves on your hands." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ughs! "THANK you! I like words when I have them. Psychometry. Okay. That's better. I can Google that. Do you have a word for the whole brain... explodey thing? Because I don't know what to even call that." She nods and listens a bit more, nodding her head, then puts her hands out and gestures a bit wildly, "GLOVES. Ohmigod. Yes. I need some of those. Probably there's some in the kitchen, right? The disposable plastic kind anyways. Wow, that's going to look weird when I go out in public. Well, maybe I can wear gloves over my gloves. Or something. I'll figure it out." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh stretches and folds the lid closed on the laptop he is borrowing from the school. His white paper for Mr. Wayne is started, but just doesn't have the oomph or inspiration he is looking for yet. He decides to check on Erika. Josh doesn't even bother with shoes, just pads down the hall in his socks, favourite blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt. Erika's door is open so he pokes his head in. "Hey Erika, how're you... Oh, hey Professor, sorry, didn't mean to interrupt anything." 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:''' Charles smiles softly to Erika. "You're welcome." he tilts his head at Erika when she describes her whole 'brain-explodey thing' as she said. Though he tries to provide the best explanation that he can for Erika. "Hmm...the only thing that I can think of is that when you perform direct skin contact on objects, you receive a massive dose of information that can be overwhelming to the senses. Much akin to say...receiving a loud noise through the ear or having a particularly awful migraine. It's enough to stun you for a period of time. I believe the technically saavy call it 'Lagging'?" Yes, Charles spends time with the tech kids too. Charles seems to show sympathy for her, for he knows the feeling when looking through another's mind for example. "I can tell it's not painful for you." and with that, her pain receptors are back to full funcitonality. "I will have gloves brought to you. I will make sure they are both comfortable and stylish, but for now? If you can get up and begin doing mundane tasks again, please do your best. If you cannot, then please rest for me, yes?" Then his eyes look to Josh as he enters. "Oh, hello Joshua. It's good to see you. Please, come in." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir sighs some. "I THINK I can? With socks and shoes and clothes and stuff and if I don't have to try not to TOUCH anything. But I won't be able to SLEEP.." She sighs a lot. "I mean, that's what made me be here in the first place..." She pulls her bangs down over her eyes a little bit and bites her lip a bit, running the explanations through her head a few times and associating them with herself. She's changing her identity a lot this week. She waves at the door, "Oh, hey Josh! I'm a psychometrist. And it's a touch thing. And I can't turn it off. And.. he just said the other bit. I don't like saying 'brain asplodey' when I want to be serious. I don't know if there's a good word for it yet, though. You know, that sounds all intelligent and descriptive." She ums, trying to summarize this in her head. "And I have to wear gloves for now." There! Much more empowering to be able to not sound like a kindergardener. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh steps into the room fully and waves to Erika before putting his hands back in his pockets. "Psychometrist? That's cool," he says as if he's aware of what that means, but the smile is genuine. "I'm stoked you're getting some answers. And gloves, that's a great idea. No more 'splodey" he quips. "Thanks for helping her, Professor, I was really worried about her." 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:''' The Professor moves his chair so that he's looking between Josh and Erika, a small smile for the former. "As long as you try, that's all we ask." a warm smile for her before he looks to Josh. "It's my honor and duty, Josh." Though he does take this time to look to Erika, giving her a telepathic message. <<This one's a true friend. The one who worries and will be there for you through everything. He's a keeper.>> He teases the young lady before he looks upon Josh. "We haven't had a chance to speak since the last outing. How are you feeling, Josh?" he asks the gold-skinned boy. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir honestly doesn't really know what that means yet either, beyond that somebody who should know thinks she is one. But it's kind of like that moment the doctor announces that they *know what's wrong with you* after a bunch of confused and clueless anxiety. Suddenly you have access to answers. "Yeah, I have to go Google that now or something, so I can figure out what that means besides I like.. read the minds of inanimate objects or something? I mean, I'm not quite sure how that works or anything. Who knew?" She hushes as the conversation shifts, and quietly goes for her day bag. She manages to dig out her socks (which don't click) and puts those on, then debates on whether she wants to put her shoes on yet. She decides against it, because at some point she's putting some pants on instead of this dress that leaves her legs bare to snag on things, but no hurry. She's dressed enough for the moment to wander around as long as she's extra careful. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "I'm good, Professor, honest. I mean, it was scary as hell at the time and wore me out, but I'm good now," he says, then looks to Erika. "I got hurt and healed myself," he explains, then looks back to the Professor. "I know I didn't do that great on that, but I hope I'll be called for the next one. I really want to help, and I think I learned a few things not to do," he says with a wry smile. His posture and his tone are far more confident than even the night of the adventure. Josh laughs at Erika's comment and grins. "Yeah, I don't know what it means either. So like, when you find out can you tell me? And are you gonna be staying here a while, Erika?" he asks, looking between her and the Professor. "I hope I didn't go overboard bringing her here, I just figured she really needed someone like you or Ms. Braddock, Professor, so I kind of made the call to do it." 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:''' Charles gives Erika a knowing smile even as she starts to get changed, which, to give her privacy, Charles turns his chair so that he's looking at Josh. "Good. I was greatly worried about you, young man. Please, next time, attempt not to be so reckless. You gave us all quite a scare. But I am very happy to know that you're alright." he tilts his head at Josh. "Oh? it was your decision? A very good choice to make, young man. You made a good decision. Any hospital would have no idea how to treat her, and anti-mutant sympathizers likely would have tried to get to her. But..no matter." A smile for Josh as he looks to Erika. "If the young lady wishes it, I'm more than happy to allow her to attend and stay at the school." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir blinks widely and looks a bit deer in the headlights at that. "....I... don't... know? I don't think anybody said? I mean, I don't think I CAN go home until I can sleep without Miss Betsy doing that.. whatever it was she supposedly did. I don't remember it." She bites her lip. "And.. I don't even know what I'm doing. So I mean.. unless you have a really good distance learning thing going on? I don't know if I have a real choice. I'm not.. wait, where are we again? Like.. how many miles away from Sunnydale? I was about to say 'I can just stop in and see my mom and dad', but then I realized I could be in like, France for all I know." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "Sorry, I didn't mean to rush you," Josh says apologetically. "You're in New York, Westchester New York, so like just outside New York City. And this, well, the Professor can explain what this place is better than me," he says. "But it's a place for people like us." 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:''' The Professor smiles a little bit to Josh with a bit of a chuckle to his tone before his eyes shift to Erika. "The young man is correct. You are presently in my estate. Xavier's School for the Gifted is it's official title, but it's known by a few other names as well. Not a terribly long distance away, but.." Charles smiles a little bit. "If you wish, you can do distance studies, but I've noticed that it can be extremely..difficult." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods and holds up her hands, measuring the distance between them. "Okay, so yeah, that's not bad at all. Mom was super happy to hear that I was doing better when I talked to her earlier. And like.. They're probably totally in that space of 'I love you sweetie, but I still want to kick your ass'." She punctuates it by making a little box in the air with her handa and looking through it. "Anyways, if 'Drea gives my mom a selfie and an autograph, she'll probably agree to just about whatever. Within reason, anyhow. Yeah, I kind of figured that. And it's not like I do something I can ignore." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh chuckles at the mention of a selfie from Andrea. "I'm pretty sure we can make that happen, she's really cool about helping out," Josh assures Erika. "You wouldn't have to do distance though. Most of the other kids here are doing high school right here, and they get extra classes, about how to control their powers and just, live with things, you know? I'm doing my first year college courses here, even. So you could just switch schools instead of doing distance, do everything here. And they seriously have everything here, even a lake with beaches and fire pits!" 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:''' Professor Xavier looks to Josh with a small smile as he joins him in laughter about selfies. "Be careful of what you wish for." as if Xavier already knew that one particular starlet was nearby. With that said, his eyes shift to Erika with a bit of a smile. "True. What makes you...well, you is never something one can or should ignore. Instead it should be embraced with a healthy respect." he smiles lightly. "If it's desired, I can speak with your parents." Xavier offers in his usual kind demeanor. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ummms, "Please? Because like.. I'm still figuring all this stuff out? I kind of don't really know what I'm doing yet, so I can't really tell them much. They know I'm doing better anyways.." She ums, thinking some. "I'll need my stuff from home though. I didn't bring many clothes, and I didn't bring any of a bunch of things. And like.. I meant that if you like, turn into rubber when you say 'Abracadabra', you can just sort of ignore that and do other stuff for awhile, but like.. I'm not going to be able to do that. People are going to notice something is up." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "I'm sure we can get all that sorted out if you're staying. It feels all crazy right now, but the Professor and Ms. Braddock and the others have done this a lot. They'll help you get it all sorted out, so you can just, do you. Well, the new you, anyway," he smiles. "It'll be good, better than trying to act normal and hide it out there." 

:'''{{#var:91|Professor X (91)}} has posed:''' Professor Xavier smiles lightly to Erika. "Very well. I will meet with them and see what we can come up wit yes? and don't worry, lifting and moving your things from one place to another is very trivial and not something that will cause dealbreaks, yes?" He gives her a fatherly wink before his eyes fall upon Josh. "We appreciate your faith in us, Mr. Foley. But for now, do stay with Erika while she gets herself sorted out? I must go handle a few things." He wheels out of the room. "Farewell for now! and Josh, make sure you study for your test!" 
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4785/Meet Me in the Morning

2018-07-02T00:44:15Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' The Wellness Office is quiet at this hour. The nurses are just changing shifts. Updates are easier since they only have the one guest and she has been sleeping since Ms. Braddock worked with her during the night. The only sounds are a faint periodic beeping from the sensors monitoring Erika's vitals, the first few stirrings of students in the hall making their way to breakfast and Josh's rythmic breathing as he sleeps in a chair nearby Erika, still dressed in his blue jeans and hoodie from the night before. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir is laying in bed awkwardly. Out like a light. At least, until some sort of thought or dream jolts her just the tiniest bit awake. She cracks her eyes open slightly and.. Wait, where am I? She climbs out of bed tiredly, vaguely notices that she doesn't get brainasploded from touching the floor, and goes stumbling out in search of a bathroom, zombie-like. Braaains. She doesn't even notice that she isn't alone yet. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' The nurse comes over, a young woman in her 30's with light brown hair in pastel blue scrubs. "Bathroom's over there, hon," she says, pointing Erika in the right direction with a kind smile. Once Erika is on her way, the nurse gently shakes Josh awake. "She's up," the nurse says and then goes back to her station to make some notes. Josh stands up and stretches, feeling sore from sleeping in the chair and looking jet lagged. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir toddles over to the bathroom tiredly. Locks herself in and deals with stuff briefly, then washes her face and rinses out her mouth and comes stumbling back out, still pretty confused. Where was it she was sleeping again? She furrows her brow a bit and goes wandering back towards where her stuff is, confused. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh looks over as Erika comes shuffling back. He smiles warmly. "Hey Erika... Don't know if you remember me, from last night, I'm Josh. How're you feeling?" he says. "You've been out like a light." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir BLINKS wide eyes in surprise and freezes for a couple of seconds. She looks you over for head to toe and takes a moment to try to sort through the scrambled mess of her memories of the past twenty four hours. "Uh. Maybe...?" She bites her lip, because she honestly had assumed that she dreamed that part. Well, it must have been the musician part that she was dreaming then. Why her subconscious would stick a pop star whose music she doesn't even like in her dream is a bit of a puzzle, but it's been a really weird day. She offers a slow and hesitant, "Uh... Where am I?" and turns around looking at the place, bleary-eyed. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "I came to your house last night with Andrea Jackson, to see how you were doing," he supplies. "We brought you here, to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. It's in Westchester. One of our teachers, Ms. Braddock, helped you get some sleep," he explains, a touch slowly, not wanting to overwhelm her. "You've been sleeping in our Wellness Centre; it's sort of our clinic. You hungry? I can make you something to eat," he offers. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs quietly and tries to absorb all of that. Okay. This is starting to make a little bit more sense. ".. Yeah, I should eat something." She rubs her face tiredly. "There's nothing in my head now.." She yawns slowly. "It's nice. I think. I don't know yet." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh jerks his head toward the Wellness Centre's kitchen and walks in that direction with Erika. "Hey, I'm glad whatever Ms. Braddock did worked. Cause it looked like hell," he says. Once in the kitchen, he finds the fridge well stocked, like everything else in the mansion. He pulls out a carton of eggs, some milk and butter. "Scrambled eggs and toast okay? I'm not much of a cook, but I /can/ do that much" he says with a grin. He also pulls out a carton of orange juice and offers to pour her some before pouring some for himself. Then he gets to work on the eggs. "So what was going on before? It looked like something happened to you every time you touched something." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods, takes the juice as it appears in front of her, and gulps some down thirstily. She blinks and swallows. "Um. I don't know how to say it. When I would touch things, my brain would just.. Explode for a moment? And then the thing would just be THERE. In my head. But I don't know to do about that yet. I mean, the first thing thing was a combination lock, and I opened it. But I don't know how I did it." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh nods as he washes his hands, then cracks eggs into a pan. "It's weird, eh? Being able to do something but not know /how/ you do it? I dunno about everyone else, but it's like that for me," he says. "Not the head 'splodey part, just how it happens without trying. I'm a healer," he explains. "But good news? There's people who are really, really good with mutant powers and can like, teach you to control them. You know, so you can like, sleep?" he says with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs and droops a little. Not in disappointment, but in exhaustion. But she needs food just as much as she needed to run to the bathroom. "I don't even know WHAT I do. So I don't know how to explain any of it. And it's gone now. I'm not sure what's going on yet. Maybe you need to ask them how to explain it?" 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "Hey, if anyone can explain it, it's Ms. Braddock," he assures Erika. "We'll make sure you get to talk with her soon. She's really cool," he says and plates up some eggs for Erika, as the toast pops. He sets out jam and peanut butter on the table for Erika. Then Josh hands her a plate and gets himself a plate. "At least you're safe now, and you can touch stuff. That's a start, right?" he says. "Seriously, we'll get you sorted out, for now just grab a bite and get some rest. You look wrecked," he says lightly. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nibbles at the egg politely, so not to be rude holycrapsohungry and now the eggs are gone. She stares at the plate a bit, chewing on a piece of toast. She pauses a bit, then offers, "I FEEL wrecked." She frowns. "I was hoping you would know what she did." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "There's more," Josh offers, and dishes her up some more if she wants it. He shakes his head though. "No, I don't. I mean, I know she can like send messages to people's minds; she's a telepath. But I don't know anything about that stuff," he admits. "I haven't been here all that long. I haven't even been a mutant all that long. It kinda changes everything though, you know?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods and holds out her plate. "I don't even know what it tasted like, but it was the best thing ever. Oh. My. God. Thank you." She rubs her eyes a little. "Okay. Nasty sounding stories by people around me now. Like, are the things people say true? Probably not because *I* wouldn't, right? You're not scary. Ugh. I don't know anything about any of this." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh hands Erika her plate back, with more eggs and toast and sits back down. He laughs at not being scary. "Glad I'm not scary," he says with a smile. "You know, this place has been one of the most chill I've ever been. I mean, my parents /hate/ mutants. My church hated mutants. I even did, I was scared of them. But here I am, and the weird thing is, they're just people, like anyone else. I mean, some look weird and some can like do crazy things, but they're just people. So I guess, don't believe everything you hear, just see for yourself, you know?" 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods a little. "Well, I don't know anyone. Didn't. Gleah." She takes some actual normal non-starved bites of egg that she actually has a chance to taste. "Wait wait. So Andrea Jackson was actually at my house? And like, my mom didn't freak out? I should make sure they're okay..." She frowns and looks herself over. No phone or anything. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "Is your mom a fan? Cause she totally didn't freak out or anything; she was just really worried about you," Josh says. He pulls his cell phone out his pocket, unlocks it and slides it across the table to Erika. "I think she was willing to try just about anything, even handing her daughter over to a popstar." He gets up and starts cleaning the dishes he used to make breakfast. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods... "Yeah. I mean, she likes a bunch of music, lots of, you know. Happy bouncy stuff like Andrea Jackson and stuff. But she's a fan." She puts the number in and dials. Waits. "Hi, mom?" She listens a little. "I'm okay, I just, they did something so I could sleep, and I'm still really tired, but I had to eat and stuff and I wanted to let you know I was okay.. I love you too. I.. I don't know anything yet, I'll tell you later, okay? I'll talk to you soon." She hangs up and stares at the phone a bit. "Okay, so like, so torn up right now." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh looks over and his expression softens. "Yeah. Give it time," he says and notes her empty plate. "You should probably get some more sleep. I'll get you hooked up in one of the visitor's rooms." He goes over and talks to the nurse for a bit, who makes a call and then nods to him. Then he comes back with Erika's bag and blanket. "They're close," he says. "My room's in the visitor's wing, too, I'll show you where, so if you need anything you can just knock." Josh waits for Erika before walking with her through the mansion's halls to her room, pointing out his room and where the Dining Hall is on the way. "It's super cool, they have everything," he says of the Dining Hall as they pass it. "This one is yours," Josh says and pushes the door open. The room is beautifully appointed, like everything else in the mansion. It's like a small luxury hotel room. "Seriously, you need anything, you knock or use the phone in here and call. I'm two doors down on the left," he says and jerks his head in the direction of his room. "104." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir ohs and nods, following along. holy heck this place is huge. She looks around the room a little bit. "Okay, so uh... Yeah okay. I'm going to close my eyes for awhile. Thank you so much..!" 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "Hey, no problem," Josh says, handing over Erika's blanket and bag. "Take it easy, okay?" With a final smile he turns and heads down the hall to his own room. 
}}

Souvenir

2018-07-02T00:30:24Z

BusTotem: Moved the root Psychometry description to the top of Abilities for ease of reading.

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Erika Kristasdottir
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1795
|FullName=Erika Kristasdottir
|Gender=Female
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Original
|Chartype=OC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=High School Student
|Citizenship=United States of America / Iceland
|Residence=Bludhaven, New Jersey
|Education=High School Student
|Quote=.
|PAge=15
|AAge=15
|DOB=28 May 2011
|Height=160 cm (5'3")
|Weight=50 kg (110 lbs.)
|Hair=Auburn
|Eyes=Grey
|Song="Photograph" by Nickelback
|Profile=Teenage pickpocket and part time delinquent from a loving but larcenous middle class family, Erika has just now discovered that inanimate objects reveal their memories to her touch.
|Description=A young high school girl, short, thin, somewhat athletic, with nearly black, auburn curly hair to her mid back. She has pale Nordic features without a hint of blush and intense grey eyes. She almost always wears gloves.
|History=I grew up living in a sort've nice family house tucked away out of sight of people. We weren't wanting for anything. My mom and dad were always really accepting of me and they obviously care about me a lot. Just, sometimes we don't get along on everything very well. They really want me to be a good girl who is successful and honest and all that. But, well, they're not the greatest examples of that themselves, so sometimes it gets really annoying. When I was growing up, they wanted to make sure that I knew how to run the honest parts of the business, or, you know, any business, because they said that was important to earn an honest living. Yeah, you caught that part too. The honest parts. As in, some of the parts of their business weren't honest. See, they buy things, and they sell things. Usually phones. They buy them really cheap, used. Then they take them apart and refurbish them and sell them as aftermarket, or they use the parts to repair other phones. Sometimes they find interesting information on the phones and they sell that too. A lot of the people who sell them the phones never actually owned the phones, because there are a lot of people out there who are good at taking phones out of people's pockets when they aren't looking. Sometimes they take the phones out of stores. Mom and dad have some various ways to make all that look legal and then to have phones for sale online that are cheap and can't be traced back to anything. They want me to be successful in business and life later, so they had me helping with one of two of the honestly honest business parts. Taxes and stuff. They do not want to teach me the parts that aren't so legal, but things slip out here and there. I've looked into how their business model really works. I don't think they know how much I know about what they do. They don't actually deal that much with the people who get the phones they buy directly. They have some deals going on here and there. But sometimes when I meet people, I can connect the dots. I don't try to, just.. They find out who my family is, and people are supposed to keep secrets and they never do to me anyways, because I'm little and safe. And that's how I met Jenny. She was nice to me, and she's smart, and she's super pretty, she smells nice, and I absolutely hate her boyfriend, hate hate hate, and, um... *embarrassed cough* Right, sorry, getting off topic... not sure how that happened.. *blushes* Anyways, she had a bad family, and she had to make do for herself a lot of the time, so she was helping some other boys steal things like wallets and cell phones from people. And my mom was being absolutely INFURIATING.. I mean, we all love each other but we get on each other's nerves really bad.. And we started hanging out a lot after school while my parents were busy. Her and her friends showed me how to distract people, and how to take things away from people without them noticing.. I wasn't QUITE good enough to be out there taking stuff, as far as they were concerned, but I was getting really close. Plus Jenny didn't want me to be getting in trouble because she's sweet, and she was a lot better at it anyways. That's probably why they said I wasn't ready, Jenny was just better. When we were hanging out she would let me practice and try out her techniques on me. It was fun. Then sometimes, we would go out and hang out with the rest of the kids and get into stuff. And then my parents found out and they FREAKED OUT and I got in SO much trouble. So of course, I snuck out. SO mad at them. I met up with Jenny, and we ended up at a party. I don't LIKE parties. Now I HATE them. They're loud and the people there make me nervous and stuff. Anyways, some guy got me a drink. I didn't want the drink, so I just kind've left it off to the side. Anyways, somehow or other, things got jumbled around and Jenny ended up drinking it. When the boys saw the glass was empty, they started getting really clingy and possessive, and I just knew something was really wrong and we had to get out of there. Like NOW. Jenny was acting kind of not great, so I grabbed her and tried to leave. They.. tried to chase us. Scariest. Thing. EVER. I mean, I am in shape, but I was trying to carry my friend, and the guys were trying not to RUN after us and make it look all innocent, and it all kind of evened out so I felt like the people running in a horror movie. I just wanted to get OUT of there. I remembered that there was a door there that was usually open.. I don't even know how. I've never been in that part of town in my life. I know Jenny is around here a lot, but not me. I just knew there was a door there. So I turn the corner and... it's locked. There's a combination lock on the thing. And I just put my hand on the lock because the lock was MOCKING me, like how DARE you think you are going to get out of this ...and... ......I... .........uhm... ......was... ... putting in the combination, and my head is ringing. I throw open the door and get us through it and slam it shut and latch it JUST in time, and now I am sitting in a dark kitchen next to an unconscious friend going "Wait, what just happened? How am I going to explain this?"
|Personality=Young, keeper of lots of secrets so sure, I can keep a few more. Not exactly action based. Not murderous, just.. A kid from a peaceful, though less than wholesome upbringing. At least, until she started hanging out in with a bad crowd, but even then, they were kind and gentle thieves. Accepting of all sorts of people, like her parents. Not a violent person at all! The question of personal property is a lot murkier.
|Abilities='''PSYCHOMETRY''' When Erika touches something, she can read the memories embedded in the object that were left by the previous people to use or wear that thing. Just touching the thing, after recovering from the initial information surge, she gets an abstract of what the thing is (according to the previous owner). She can then invoke it to access the skills and memories that were imprinted into the item by its previous user, for a little while. Applications include There are a few things she knows how to do with this power:
She can borrow skills used by the previous owner while carrying the item. -= +abi Erika/Borrowed Talent She can channel the memories of the previous owner to let the memories take over her body completely. -= +abi Erika/Take The Wheel She can touch an object being held or worn by somebody, and read the thoughts and sensations the other person touching the item is experiencing at that moment. -= +abi Erika/Live Feed The Limits:Just the facts... She only gets skills and information; she doesn't get abilities or powers. No strength, no calluses, no powers - including mental powers - and she has no magical potential to cast any spells she might encounter. She also gets some random and uncontrollable flashes of powerful memories made while using the item, if the memories were intense or traumatic. She often picks up random mannerisms and other confusing things from whoever imprinted the item. Sometimes she will recall a helpful non-skill memory, but she can't rely on it unless the person who imprinted the object specifically thought about those things while handling it for her behalf. Batteries Not Included: When using skills, she can only maintain focus for a scene or a project, no more than about four to six hours at most before she is just too mentally exhausted to maintain focus on the item. If she is being possessed by the item, she stays possessed until she takes back control - normally, she loses focus when they fall asleep, but anybody with a strong enough will to imprison her in her own mind probably has enough focus to keep up the link more or less indefinitely. Data Corruption: After she uses an item for their memories, the memories in the item are worn out and much less usable - once at full use, the second is like being telepathically coached on how to use the skill instead of knowing the skill, and after that the item is wiped clean until refreshed by having the person who put the memories into it handle it for a few seconds/one pose. Couldn't remember the greatest song in the world.. ..No! This is only a tribute! All of the memories and skills she gets from items she touches are like dreams in that they don't go to her long term memories; when she stops touching it she has just a few seconds - about one pose - to find some way to record it before they are gone, though she can remember what SHE did while reading the object. Consent required: As with most things, she needs OOC consent to be able to use her abilities. '''BORROWED TALENT''' The most obvious way for Erika to use her psychometry abilities is to copy the actions or skill used by the previous owner with that object. For example, if she dons a well worn chef's hat, she can cook! Any of the dishes that were cooked while wearing the hat, she can remember and recreate; she can use all the cooking techniques that were used when the hat was being worn. If the chef had any particular quirks to his or her cooking, she will recreate those too. If she touches a keypad to a door, she remembers typing in the password. If she touches someone else's keyboard, she can recreate anything written on it, or if they were a touch typist, type her own letters much faster than she ordinarily would. If she picks up a sword once wielded by a master swordsman, she can fight like that swordsman. Not exactly as well because it's Erika's body using the sword, and she probably lacks some of the muscle development, and she's probably not built the same, but very close. Further details and limitations can be found under: +abi Erika/Psychometry '''LIFE FEED''' If Erika touches something somebody else is wearing or using at the same time for long enough to recover from the initial rush of information, she starts picking up on the surface thoughts and sensations being experienced at that moment by the other person. She can't control any of what she gets doing that yet, and getting someone else's senses and surface thoughts piped into her head is, right now, confusing and difficult to sort through - her inexperience means she hasn't figured out how to filter this yet. She doesn't get skills or memories for the most part unless that is what they are thinking or doing at that moment - for instance, if she held onto the coat of someone with wilderness skills, she could help look for edible mushrooms because they are doing the same thing. Further details and limitations can be found under: +abi Erika/Psychometry '''TAKE THE WHEEL''' If she opens herself up to it, Erika can allow herself to be possessed by the memories of somebody who used an object she is touching. She mentally becomes the person as they were when the object was being held or used, only remembering the things they thought or did while they had the object. The possessing imprint has no access to any powers or abilities; no telepathy, no powers, no magical potential to power or cast spells, no special senses, and they are limited by Erika's physical abilities and limitations. Erika loses control of her body while this is happening, as the other person comes out to play, and is just a helpless observer. Normally, she can snap herself out of this whenever she wants, but if she is possessed by someone unusually strong-willed, there may be a struggle of wills involved, and she might not be able to win without help.

Further details and limitations can be found under: +abi Erika/Psychometry
|Skills='''BUSINESS''' From working with some of the books and her parents coaching, Erika knows more about how to run a business than most people. She can balance books and ledgers and payroll and other similar everyday business tasks about as well as somebody taking classes on the subject at a two year community college. She knows a bit more about money laundering and similar illegal transactions than most community college business students, but nothing that couldn't be replicated by someone doing one major homework assignment in the library and online on the topic as part of a class. '''PICKPOCKET''' Erika is a mediocre pickpocket. She knows how to size up a target, how to create innocent distractions, and if someone is sufficiently distracted, she can sneak something out of a pocket, remove an unattended article of poorly attached clothing like a hat or purse, take a keyring off a clip. If she is working with a partner who has been shown how to work with a pickpocket to create planned distractions, against a target that isn't taking adequate precautions this almost always works. With a major unplanned distraction, she can get SOMETHING about half the time, and half the times she does get something, she is noticed. If she just tries to take something, she's pretty good at arranging things so she can grab an item away from somebody, but she will be noticed immediately almost every time she gets her hand on it.
|Resources='''FAMILY''' Erika's family is alive and well and loves her no matter what she might be or have done. They have a nice house, and can arrange for all sorts of little illegal things to happen to keep her safe. They know some other fences and a couple of people who know how to launder money, as well as being lightly and loosely connected to a few people in the small scale local underworld. '''LAWYER ON RETAINER''' Erika's family is somewhat wealthy, and she is still on good terms with them. They have a lawyer to handle things. Mr. Ellis isn't a great or famous lawyer - he works out of a home office and graduated in the bottom half of his class - but he's on a first name basis, and he has lots of time for her.
|Weaknesses='''INEXPERIENCE''' Erika is new to having powers, and not necessarily very good at using them yet. She doesn't really understand what she can do very well, or how to use her own powers safely. '''LOADING''' When she touches something new, it is slightly unpleasant - about like a needle stick - and all the information sort of opens up all at once, even just to get the abstract. She gets a jangling surge of unsorted and jumbled together thoughts and neutral sensations all layered on top of each other that completely overwhelms her, and the world just kind of goes away for a couple of seconds while she sorts through it all. Anybody watching can notice her react for a moment every time she touches something, and it always distracts her for a couple of seconds. She becomes nonverbal for a couple seconds, makes a little bit of involuntary noise, and her eyelids flutter like she was having a dream; she loses track of her senses while this is happening as they are overwhelmed. She keeps doing what she was doing physically, but very distractedly and uncoordinatedly. If the item she is touching is taken away from her before she regains her senses, it is all for nothing because she doesn't get any useful information. '''PERSON OF INTEREST''' The police haven't really got much on her... However, they know she seems to be friends with a lot of people they DO have rap sheets on, so if the police get involved, she gets a lot more suspicious side eye and "We'd better check this out, just in case.." '''TOUCH''' For now, Erika lacks the control to avoid reading everything she touches - so she wears gloves to avoid accidentally reading everything she comes across. She can't sleep while touching something with memories in it.
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4782/House calls, in more than one sense

2018-07-01T06:00:46Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/06/30
|Location=Sunnydale/Xavier's
|Synopsis=Andrea and Josh Foley stop by Erika's house to check on her. They end up transporting her back to Xavier's for emergency psychic diagnosis and treatment, care of Betsy Braddock.
|Cast of Characters=1795, 1790, 1798, 18
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' The last call to the hotline was, compared to the one before it, kind of alarming. The immediate danger had indeed passed, this is true. But the follow up call, a day later, had lots of notes about the caller being a bit incoherent and unstable in it. Those are.. not exactly happy fun notes to see. Supposedly, she is grounded, and stole a phone to make the call, but that doesn't explain the signs of sanity slippage. The house is a nice outer suburban one in Sunnydale, surrounded by some trees. The roads leading to the house become gravel for the last few blocks, being a bit off the beaten track. There are two cars in the driveway, slightly nice ones. Parents are home. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' A sleek black BMW pulls up outside with a large man in a polished suit at the driver's helm. Andrea and Josh are in the back seat, having had the popstar's personal security bring her over. As the back door is opened for her, she climbs out dressed in a pair of torn skinny flex jeans and a white and floral patterned sundress. She gives a look up at the house before giving a glance to her gold skinned companion. "Nice house." She says as she heads up the driveway, humming to herself. "James, wait by the car, please." She calls over her shoulder before reaching out and knocking on the door. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh climbs out of the car and stuff his hands in blue skinny jeans, the gold skin of his face standing out against the deep blue of his hoodie. "Yeah, looks a bit like my parents' place," he says. "I swear these neighbourhoods all look the same." He walks up the driveway beside Andrea and shifts a bit from one foot to the other as Andrea knocks. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' The curtain behind the window on the door moves, and the older man behind the door looks out at the scene in obvious confusion. Metal guy in a hoodie, rich girl, fancy car. What? The intercom clicks on. "'Ello, what's this about? I'm not expecting anybody here..?" It clicks off again as he looks to the side and shrugs confusedly at somebody else in the room. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Giving a bright smile, Andrea says, "Hi there! We've stopped by to see Erika. Is she home by chance?" She says as she sways a bit on her feet back and forth. "I'm Andrea by the way, and this is my friend, Josh. Would it be cool to say Hi to her and talk?" 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh waves and smiles, then puts his hand back into his pocket. He scuffs one white sneaker on the porch while Andrea talks and does his best to look unassuming at the end. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' "She's grounded right now. What's this about?" More cross talk on the other side of the door, visible but not so much easy to make out. In a foreign language, at that. There's a bit of an argument, then a middle aged woman comes into view and looks out the window. She reaches over and keys the intercom. "Do you know anything about what happened to her?" 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "I don't know a lot of what happened last night, but I know that she is terrified and needs someone to talk to that understands her." Andrea says as she offers a warm smile at the front door in case they are being watched. "And when a multi-platinum popstar shows up with a gold skinned hottie to talk, I can think we can make an exception on the grounding thing, at least for a few minutes. Please? Pretty-please?" 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "We're here to help," Josh adds with a smile and a side-long glance at Andrea. "We think it's really important and came a long way; we've seen these kinds of things before." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' The door unlatches and opens. "She's upstairs, in her room. First door on the left. She.. isn't doing well, and I don't know what to do." The room is pretty clean. Band posters here and there for a variety of bands - Paramore, Tonight Alive, Within Temptation, Jinjur, Panic! At The Disco. Desk, bed, stuffed animals. The resident of the room is disheveled, wrapped up in a blanket and laying in bed, blearily staring at the ceiling with red eyes. No makeup right now, dark curly hair and long bangs. She whimpers a little and doesn't even look over when the door opens. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "No worries, we'll talk to her and see what's going on. Josh here is a doctor by the way. One of the best." Andrea says as she steps in and heads up the stairs after giving a glance about, followed by an instinctive sniff of the air to check the scent. Once she knocks lightly on the door, she opens it up and peeks inside. "Hey, Erika? I'm Andrea Jackson from the Starlight Foundation. I got your calls forwarded to me and wanted to check in on you. I also brought a friend with me who's super cute. You okay to talk?" 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh looks at Andrea when she calls him a doctor, but manages to keep his mouth from falling open. He smiles reassuringly to the woman who let them in. "Is Erika hurt? Or is anyone else here hurt?" he asks, then as long as they aren't hiding someone who is badly injured, he makes his way up the stairs after Andrea and stands near her when she peeks into the room. He lets out a slow breath. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir looks over blearily. Blinks slowly. Nods, uncertainly. "..Hi." She gestures vaguely at the door as you come in. The room smells clean, no drugs or tobacco or anything like that. Her mom offers, "All I know is the police brought her home yesterday morning. Somebody slipped her friend a roofie and chased them both off, and she broke into someplace with her to hide from them. The cops say they didn't take anything, but she didn't get any sleep that night, or that morning, and she hasn't slept a wink since then. She's just been.. getting worse and worse. I was thinking about taking her to the hospital if you didn't show up." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "So, she got grounded because her friend was drugged and she tried to hide the pair of them from some bad guys who probably was going to do them harm?" Andrea asks curiously over to her mother with a lift of her fine brow. "Think what she needs is someone to love her right now." Sliding into a chair, she swivels it to face her with a smile. "Are you okay to talk?" She focuses now on the girl as she motions to Josh to come in closer to evaluate her. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh comes over with andrea and crouches down by the bed so he's not looming. While Andrea has her attention he gets a good look then glances around the room before turning his attention back to Erika. He smiles reasurringly. "Hey, I'm Josh," he says. "This is Andrea. We're here to help," he says gently. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' The mom frowns, "No, she got grounded because she was helping her friends dip pockets on the bus, then climbed out the window to go to a party. My husband is still angry. Sweetie, let me know if there's anything I can bring you.. I'll leave you to this." She moves away from the door. Erika Kristasdottir blinks at the two of you exhaustedly. "...Yeah. I just.. I don't know what's going on..." She sniffles, really exhausted and not really feeling herself. She pokes a hand out of her blanket to wave at Josh, and focuses on Andrea with some difficulty. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Let's start from the beginning. You called a mutant crisis hotline. I didn't want to say that in front of your parents. You think you hurt your friend by accident? What happened?" Andrea folds one leg over the other at the knee, settling her hands upon the top of it as well. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir shakes her head vigorously. "N..no, no, I.. she's fine... I think.. she was okay when the police got us. I don't know where she is now." Bleary blink and pause, retreating a bit into the blanket. "Dad hates her 'cause.. you know, reasons.. so I got in trouble really hard, and I snuck out to go to a party with her anyway. Anyway, some guys were there and they gave us a drink, and I didn't drink any of it, but she did. And then she was acting really wobbly and out of it, and the guys were trying to get me to drink too, so I grabbed her and we got out of there. Except they followed us, and.. and it was just super scary, and things felt really weird. And I saw a door that was locked with a combination lock, and I opened it and went inside. Except it made my head blow up." She makes the whole firework gesture and sound effect. "Pchoooo!" She blinks a little bit more. "...I'm sorry. I am super, super, super tired?" 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "I hear you. I've done my share of sneaking out when I was younger, and I got some questionable friends too. So you said your head started to explode after you touched the door? You knew the combination to the lock?" Andrea looks curiously about that particular bit of information. "Does your head hurt now? Josh can help take the pain away. He's a healer. That's his mutant power. He brought me back to life once when some bad guys got ahold of me awhile back." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir uhs. "No, it doesn't.. hurt, it.. >boom<. I don't know how to say. I'm staying in the blanket so it doesn't? But it's still.. like.. there's something in my head." She reaches up and grabs the side of her head lightly with her fingers. "..Blocking the door open. I just.. I can't sleep and I'm just so TIRED..." "And.. I don't know, I just knew what to do to open it. I don't know why." She sighs and slumps some, because she just doesn't know how to even explain what's broken. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "It's okay. Have you tried maybe taking some melatonin to see if it can help you sleep?" Andrea says as she lets out a breath. "But, besides the fatigue and the headache, you're okay, right? Not thinking of killing yourself or anything? That's usually what the crisis line is set up for... to make sure young mutants don't .. harm themselves on purpose." She says with a small smile on her face. "Maybe Josh can help you sleep. He may need to touch you though, something on the arm aybe." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir actually sobs at that. "I took melatonin, and benadryl, and.. and a sleeping pill, and nothing works.." She cries. "I don't know what to do, I can't.. I can't do this any more." She gestures vaguely at the bedside, where all those things she mentioned are sitting. Then because she's tired, she accidentally brushes her hand against your knee. She makes a gasping, gurgling noise and her eyes flutter as her expression goes weird for a couple seconds while she clumsily curls up in a ball. "Tt..tthh.. Uhhh yeah that.." She blinks a few times, trying to refocus her eyes. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh looks at Andrea. "She could really use the Professor or Ms. Grey or someone like that," he says, then looks at Erika. "Especially if touching is so..." Josh turns his attention to Erika. "Erika, I know it's super hard right now, but we know some people who can help you, they can help you turn down the volume and get some sleep. But you'd have to come with us. Do you think you could do that, if it meant you could get a real rest and some answers?" 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Frowning, Andrea gives a bit of a twitch at the brush of her fingers against her. "So after you touched me your head started to hurt?" She gives a glance over to Josh. "I think that this is a talk one of the faculty should have with her, not us. It's not our place." She says as she runs a hand back through her hair. "But I agree, she needs to talk to Miss Grey or maybe Miss Frost... " 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir shakes her head at Andrea. "..Yeah.. It goes boom. Booms don't.." She gestures up, then down quickly. "Just.. I'm sorry! I don't know how to SAY any of this and I am so TIRED! And I don't know what to DO to figure things out, I'm in my room." She nodsnods helplessly. "..I need help.." She starts vaguely trying to get out of bed tiredly, keeping herself wrapped up in the blanket. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "I know, I know, but she really needs one of them to get her through this or she's gonna break down," he says. "She's already been up for days. Can you help her get dressed or whatever? I'll talk to her mom." Josh steps out to find Erika's mom and reassure her and broach the subject of Erika coming with them to get some help getting some sleep. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Letting out a deep sigh, Andrea has a worried expression on her face. "Erika, I can't promise that we can fix or help you. But if your parents let you come with us, we can at least try and see what we can do. We have friends who have some incredible gifts, just like me and Josh and even you.. we just gotta figure out what it is that you have." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods helplessly. "..I.. can't.. do this any more. I'm.. I'm starting to thing bad things just so I don't have to be awake. Just.. I need help.." She wobbles a lot and grabs her overnight bag full of stuff. Already packed. Complete with headasplodey whimper, jerking, and eye-flutter when her hands close around the handle. Permission is pretty easy to get, after all, she was about to be sent to an ER otherwise. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh talks for a bit with the mom, exchanges numbers with her and assures her they will get Erika to call home as soon as she gets some sleep. "We can go," he says to Andrea and Erika, meeting them back up at the top of the stairs. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Okay, James will drive us to the school then and I'll text ahead that we're on our way." Andrea says as she takes her phone out to send a text to the faculty member on duty line that she and Josh was coming back with a new mutant in need of help. "Let's try and limit what you touch as best as you can. You can ride shot gun." She says as she heads out of the girl's room to give a quick good-bye to the parents and to thank them for their understanding. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir shuffles after, bundled in a blanket, disheveled, incredibly exhausted as if she hadn't slept in DAYS. She waves vaguely at her mom on the way out, then wobbles to the car unsteadily, clutching a day bag with clothes and stuff in it. She just dully follows where she is lead. She gets in the car and does her best to not touch ANYTHING. Including the seat belt. She just sits there and hopes somebody else is going to get that for her. ugh. She just doesn't even care anymore. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh holds the door open for her and watches the way she gets into the car. He passes the seatbelt to James. "Just don't touch her," he says to James. "Don't ask." "It'll be alright soon, Erika," he says. Then he opens a door for Andrea and climbs into the car for the ride to the mansion. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' The popstar's security guard leans over and buckles Erika in without touching her. From there, the small group is led to the mansion. Andrea sits in the back with Josh, humming softly to herself in thought as she texts with her phone, popping the screen with her thumbs as she goes. Once they finally arrive and pull up, she is let out of the car by James, and she heads up the steps to the front door to find a member of staff. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir draaaags after. No makeup. Her hair is a complete mess. She has some shoes on and is wrapped up in a blanket. She looks like she hasn't slept in days. She's not trying to stay awake, but she just can not sleep. She drags after Andrea, not looking around, not really paying attention to anything. And yes, the security pings her as mutant. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh hops out of the car and opens the door for Erika. "Thanks, James," he says when the man unbuckles her. "This place is a school, and a place we can get help," he explains once they're out of the car and the door is closed. "Let's get you to the Wellness Centre, okay? It's this way?" Josh walks at her pace with Erika up the stairs and into the Wellness Centre and shows her to one of the beds. 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:'''     The faculty member on duty happens to be Betsy Braddock. At some point, she must have returned with much less fanfare than her earlier deaparture. Due to circumstances, she had volunteered to take the calls for the night.     When her cell phone alerted, she arose and changed. With a thought, a trip through the shadows had brought her to the school from her apartment in New York City.     It takes but a moment to locate the minds of Josh and Andrea. She knows there is someone with them from the text but she doesn't try to teach the girl's mind.     It is a moment after they arrive at the Wellness Center that Betsy steps through the door, glancing around then pinpointing the three. Her face shows concern as she looks to the stranger in the group and her disheveled state.     She walks over to the trio, giving a soft smile. "Welcome. I'm Betsy Braddock, an instructor here." Then she looks to the group. "What happened?" 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "This is Erika. She's reached out to my crisis hotline for young mutants a few times through my charity. It seems that her powers are just now coming along. When she touches something, she has bad headaches and she hasn't slept in days because of it. She and a friend was almost .. ah .. harmed the other night when they tried to roofie them." Andrea says as she rubs the back of her neck. "Her parents gave us permission to .. seek treatment. Told them Josh is a doctor." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir just tries to flop into the bed, doing her best to avoid touching anything. At this point, she barely even cares about the fact that she's naked under the blanket except for her shoes. Sadly, she's also so tired she's clumsy, so she manages to get the blanket under her head, only flashes Josh a little bit, fails to cover the bottom edge of the bed completely with the blanket, climbs in, then gasps, flutters her eyes, and twitches a bit, biting her lip for a couple seconds. She releases the breath she had sucked in, and lies still, staring at the ceiling exhaustedly, not wanting to touch anything else. She looks to be on the verge of tears, frustrated, leaving her leg touching the edge of the bed because it's just too much hassle to fight with it now. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh looks away when he gets flashed a bit, and shoots Andrea and a Betsy a look of concern. This poor girl is a wreck. Careful with where his gaze falls, he tugs at the edge of the blanket until it all the way under Erika's leg. "She doesn't want to touch anything, she says it makes her head go boom. It makes her all twitchy," he adds, avoiding meeting Betsy's eyes when Andrea mentions telling the parents he was a doctor. 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:'''     For most of the explanation from Andrea, things were good. Two things changed that. The idea of someone trying to drug the young woman and her friend has her temper flaring. It isn't a pleasant thing as the shadows in the room seem to lengthen for the briefest of moments before she gets it under control. It makes her want to go hunting.     The second is that they passed off Josh as a doctor. She looks sharply over at the golden skinned lad, one of her violet brows arched upward in question. "They believed that without a telepath present? I'm not sure if I'm impressed or horrified."     Then she focuses back on Erika. "Erika, if you will allow it, I'd like to have Andrea help you dress. I can try to block your reactions if you will allow me to do so? I'm a telepath and it would require me touching your mind. Would you be willing to let me try?" 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "I'd be horrified." Andrea says as she heads to the girl's backpack to open it up, rustling through the clothing. "It wasn't my idea to bring her." She shoots a look to Josh. "But technically he is better than a doctor." Taking out the clothing, she gives the articles a critical look for a moment before she hands them over to the girl. "Here you go.. at least get a shirt and some undies on." 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir whines a little and nods. "..kay.." She swallows and bites her lip, looking at the clothes and kicking her shoes off. She points over at Josh, ish, "Can he.." gestures dismissively, "..you know? Not be watching?" 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "They were desperate," Josh says to Betsy's comment about passing him off as a doctor. "They didn't know what to do." "And we couldn't just leave her there," Josh says in response to Andrea as if Erika's state was all the explanation that was needed. "She can't go on like this much longer." Then when Erika speaks up he flushes slightly, "Geez, sorry, yeah of course," he says and steps into the next room, closing the door behind him. 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:'''     "I am going to touch your mind, see if I can figure out why you are getting headaches. If it is something I can block, I will do so for the time being. Nothing I do will be permanent, it is just meant to give you a measure of relief," Betsy explains, wanting to certain the young woman understands before she goes traipsing through her brain.     She reaches out mentally toward Erika, seeking to find the cause of her distress. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir sighs. nods, and shoves the blanket down to make a little bit of a rug on the floor to stand on, reaches in the bag and grabs some underwear and puts those on. Nothing. Then she reaches in and grabs a plain green dress. To Betsy's senses, she can feel the pop! as the live telepathic link opens! followed instantly by a river of information as her brain sucks up and buffers all of the memories and personality stored in the dress. She squeaks, eyes fluttering as all the bits of her brain that should handle things like dreaming start sorting through how to sort through it, and wobbles as it all plows through her senses. She now has two telepathic links locking up her brain - dress, and blanket. She whines and makes a fist, then pulls the dress on. 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:'''     "You read objects," Betsy muses outloud as she feels that link as it is established, reading the details that are pouring into the girl's brain. "This should be simple enough. I am going to do something. It will stop all the readings you are getting from things you touch. That should allow you to rest at least. I think that should be priority for you right now. We will worry about you learning to control it after you get some sleep."     With that, she reaches in and builds a mental barrier around Erika's mind. In effect, she cuts her off from telepathy. Certainly a highly skilled telepath would be able to get through it but it should give the young woman some peace for a time. 

:'''{{#var:1795|Erika Kristasdottir (1795)}} has posed:''' Erika Kristasdottir nods stupidly. Not really hearing anything you are saying at this point, just hey there's a soft thing here and zzzzzzzzzzz......... She's unconscious almost the instant you break the contacts. 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:'''     With the help of Andrea (presumably), Betsy makes sure that Erika is comfortable. She leaves instructions for the next marning while sending messages to the faculty as well. Tomorrow, hopefully Jean and the Professor can look to find a better solution for the girl since this is more a stopgap measure. 
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4779/Making up for lost time

2018-07-01T02:40:02Z

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|Date of Scene=2018/06/30
|Location=Gotham City
|Synopsis=Yin puts Carrie Kelley through some torturous training to make up for being in space, and they meet Zhao Lin during a break.
|Cast of Characters=1594, 1747, 266
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin has been away for a bit, in space. Now she is apparently trying to make up for lost time. Before she left, she had Carrie doing heavy duty meditation exercizes and standing meditative stances. Surprisingly strenuous, evolving toward deeper stance training stuff, and trying to build up some more self awareness. Today? Today is HELL. A long, long run, partly on rooftops, on all sorts of different surfaces, with climbing and some light weight free running type things. Barefoot. With lots of healing involved every time the strain gets to her. Which it is. Then? Then there was some heavy duty powerlifting. Leg day, core day, and upper body day, all at once. With lots of healing up in between to speed muscle development. Still, it adds up. And now? Now she STILL hasn't gotten her to go home, as she gets put through the Xingyiquan Five Elements linked form with exacting attention to detail, with Yin standing in front of her and forcing her fists to push against resistance to test her biomechanics. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley was expecting to make up for lost time when Yin came back, but this was ridiculous. A sheen of sweat had long since covered her leaving her feeling sticky and dust-clogged from the polution of the city she'd been running through. Her feet were blackened and caked with dried blood from the running, and by now her body was trembling from strain as well. The only motivational factor keeping her going was a simple chant she ran through her mind again, and again: Cheeseburger. By GOD she was having the biggest cheeseburger she could when this was over. After a shower, and collapsing for a nap. Hell just put the cheeseburger in front of her face while she sleeps it'll get eaten she's sure. But one more push... one more... Keep at it for now. "Think I'm at my limits, Yin," she finally blurts out breathlessly with a perplexed expression. Admitting defeat? Ugh. 

:'''{{#var:266|Zhao Lin (266)}} has posed:'''     Zhao Lin lurches upright suddenly with a start, yelling the last half of a sentence in Cantonese, arms instinctively raised to fight with his hands turned inward, poised as if holding two small cups. He's sitting up in a pile of black garbage bags, and he blinks a little as he gains clarity about where he is. His hands drop, and he groans softly, lifting a hand to rub at his eyes. He mutters under his breath, leaning over to search around him for something. His hand lands on his hat, which he picks up, dusts off, and places on top of his head. It wasn't what he was looking for, though, and he continues searching until he finds the gourd canteen that often accompanies him. "Mmnh, there you are," he says, uncorking the canteen to take a drink from it.     Zhao Lin finally pushes himself to his feet slowly and with a groan. He sways unsteadily once he's upright, then coughs, and turns to spit on the ground. He wipes his hand on his sleeve, and then starts across the street towards the park, where he can hear voices. As soon as he steps into the street, an oncoming car comes screeching to a halt, stopping just before it hits Zhao Lin! The driver leans out the window, shouting obscenities at Zhao Lin, who shouts back at him. "Hei! Kan kan ni yao qu nali!" The snow leopard makes a rude gesture at the driver, and continues on his way across the street to the park, stepping off the road while taking another swig from his canteen.     When he reaches the park, that's when Zhao Lin sees Yin and Carrie, with the later progressing through martial forms. His brows lift, and he staggers in their direction, his tail flitting behind him helplessly as it tries to maintain his balance. "Excuse me," he calls over to them, his Chinese heritage very obvious in his accent, "Can you two tell me where I am?" He leans a hand against a tree not far from where the two are standing, eyes remaining on the pair while he leans his head back a bit to gulp down another mouthful of liquid from the canteen. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin nods. Examines. "You'll work your way up to more after a bit." She points at the picnic table next to the basketball court they are on, and slips the backpack she has been carrying off, looking through it as she walks that way herself. "Protein, sugar, salts, carbohydrates, liquids. Am I right?" She sets some sports drink, a small container of cold pasta - just pasta and oil really - and a small protein shake down in front of Carrie. "Slowly. You don't want to shock your system." Her ear perks slightly at the Chinese cursing. When the anthro cat asks for directions, she nods. "Nihao. West Chelsea Park, in Gotham City." In her costume, she has a mild practiced Mandarin accent. She stops, taking the time to look Zhao over more carefully, then slips into softly-accented Mandarin. "<Are you looking for somewhere, or someone?>" 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley relaxes out of her stance with a low groan. So far she hadn't complained a word but she was silently doing so in her mind about now. The snacks brought out are eyed dubiously. Even so she snags the bottle of Gatorade to twist it open and take a long gulp. She slumps down sit on the bench when Zhao approaches, looking up toward him wearily. There's a hint of surprise at his features, but... she takes it in stride with another gulp of the drink. "What she said," she offers gesturing at Yin with the bottle. Her eyes descend to the pasta. Well, it's not as if she hadn't had such fare before growing up where she did. 

:'''{{#var:266|Zhao Lin (266)}} has posed:'''     Zhao Lin's expression breaks into a broad grin when Yin speaks Mandarin to him, and he replies in kind. "" He turns, swaying a little, as he points towards the alleyway where he woke up, then twists back around to face Yin and Carrie again. He walks towards them now, his steps unsteady. It's -pretty- obvious that he's intoxicated, probably from some weekend-long bender, from the looks of him.     He stops when he gets to the fence surrounding the court, leaning against it, one hand holding onto it while the other holds onto his gourd. "Did I see you practicing gongfu?" he asks, his brow arching slightly as he looks in Carrie's direction. His eyes shift between her and Yin, and he grins broadly at Yin. "Are you her Master, perhaps? What style was that? Wing Chun? Mok Gar? ...*hic*Praying Mantis?" As he names each of the styles, Zhao Lin adopts one of the basic poses of the style, though his footing looks unsteady, and he keeps leaning far too much to one side, like he might very well fall over if he tried to perform any of the maneuvers involved in those styles. "I am a gongfu Master myself," he claims, grinning broadly at the two women. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin nods. "I am.. somewhat skilled in neijia. Taijiquan, baguazhang, xingyiquan, qigong. I don't flail quite as clumsily as most people, at least." Undersell, undersell. "This is my tu di. Her body and mind seems best suited for xingyiquan right now. Very huo." She gestures playfully at Carrie's hair. Her eyes register your stance, noting the actual stability of the balance point under you. "It's a good list. I've learned some forms from those, but I never seem to use them when I need." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley takes a deep breath as she watches Zhao and Yin talk, her head tipped to the side. She really ought to learn more Mandarin apparently. Other than knowing how to order off a menu at least. It's tucked away for later follow up in her mind as she had enough right now to keep her attention for learning. "I'm not entirely sure. I just do what she tells me to," she teases back to Yin in retribution for the gesture to her hair. "She's a slave driver. But a good teacher," she adds with a little laugh. "I was doing the... five elements fist?" A glance is given to Yin to see if she'd said it correctly. "Otherwise I just do what she says for now." 

:'''{{#var:266|Zhao Lin (266)}} has posed:'''     Zhao Lin grins broadly at them, and nods his head enthusiastically. "Of course she is," he replies, "All good Masters are. My Master was, as well. A good teacher, not because he was lenient, but because he was not. He used to tell me, "A mountain is not made in a day." It takes hard work and dedication to master gongfu." The snow leopard's tail twitches behind him, flicking to one side, then the other. His eyes shift back to Yin, then, and he smiles at her. "That is an impressive list of styles, yourself! I know some of them, I have mastered a few, but there is knowledge of others that still eludes me. I, myself, am a master of zui quan, the drunken fist. It is the greatest gongfu!" Lin gets another broad grin on his muzzle, before leaning his head back and pouring more of the milky liquid from his gourd into his maw. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin nods, gesturing with some magnanimty. "Well, of course! I do what I can with what I know." There's that Taoist humility, there. "She is working on strength, basic form, observation, and qi right now. I have some tools to help with the building part that I am using in her case. I haven't done as much with the practical application yet as I like, because I don't want her to perfect bad habits, but soon. Building a solid foundation to work from, first. She has a few applications at least, even if mostly I have her using them on bags. She makes the bag swing right now; I will work on how to fight once the bag stops swinging when she hits it." She stretches a little bit. "If you had any questions, I am happy to trade notes with a fellow practitioner. She might even pick up a thing or two." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' "Drunken fist?" Carrie looks quizzical at that looking him over. She could believe it, though... "I always thought that was just a kungfu movie trope. Though the more I'm learning, the more I can see that," she has to admit after a bit of thought on the matter. Shifting in her seat she stretches her arms out overhead with a little groan. "I was learning Krav Maga when I met her, but that's gone to the wayside for now. Not exactly an art in and of itself." No, it was a combination and a way of applying them. Dropping her arms down again she picks up the pasta container to flip it open, and pluck out a few noodles to slurp on. Ugh. Just oil. 

:'''{{#var:266|Zhao Lin (266)}} has posed:'''     "Of course," Zhao Lin agrees with Yin, in regards to her method of teaching. Far be it for him to tell another Master how to teach her Student! Besides, there is yet to be anything he disagrees with. "One cannot build a home on quicksand. Trying to do so will surely cause you to sink." He grins broadly. "I read that on a fortune cookie," he states, before giggling a little. He moves, then, to walk around the fence, to approach the two of them more closely, even going so far as to sit himself down at the table they were at. "Yes, drunken fist," he tells Carrie with a nod. He takes off his hat, setting it on the table. "It is the secret gongfu of southern China," he tells her, with another sly feline grin, "The movies had to get it from somewhere, did they not?" He takes another drink from his canteen, his tail twitching less so now that he's seated. It curls around his waist, and he draws it into his lap, holding it there with one hand. To Yin, he adds, "I am not certain what notes I would have to offer. I have not had any students of my own, and I would not wish to impose myself upon your... techniques." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin shrugs a bit at the obvious dissapointment. "We'll stop somewhere on the way back for something more filling. My treat. Right now you are still needing to recover from all of the strain, and I don't want to give your stomach too much to deal with until you have had a bit of time to come back down to your normal levels." She pulls out a small bottle of water and slides it over. She has more in there, but seems to be trying to ration it out. "One of the skills I have been trying to help her to learn is how to better observe and mimic how someone else moves. What muscles they are using. So all you would be doing is giving her a subject to practice her observation skills on. She might even prove she has been picking up a thing or two by finding a good question to ask. But of course, I would never want to impose or ask you to reveal anything you were given some responsibility to keep hidden." Yin inclines her head politely. "And I am happy to share a gem or two of knowledge if I have one you have not encountered yet." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley flashes a reassuring grin toward Zhao Lin when he joins at the table. "I think she just likes having someone to trade stories with," she assures in a quieter tone, giving him a wink. "I'm good though. I'm still a bit tired after the alien mushrooms the other night... Not that I was there," she's quick to add realizing what she'd said, and glancing aside at Yin. "Oh, the noodles are fine, it just reminds me of when I was a kid. This was usually dinner until I learned how to cook better." But man, did she want a cheeseburger right now. 

:'''{{#var:266|Zhao Lin (266)}} has posed:'''     Zhao Lin nods his head with an elongated "Aaaahh" of understanding. "I would not mind, in that case, demonstrating zui quan for her," he says, before grinning at Carrie. "Though you should know, zui quan requires great strength in one's joints and fingers. Before I even began practicing the forms, my Master made me spend -days- doing nothing but cracking walnuts between my thumb and forefinger." He lifts one of his hands, holding it in that position that looks like he's holding onto a sake cup, and pinches his fingers together with a grin. "If you do not think you would be capable of that, I do not think zui quan would be safe to teach you." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin nods, unfased at the mention of mushrooms. "I will expect you to explain three things you learned about yourself and your skills from the mushroom encounter. I only mind you using your skills when I am not there if you can't express what you are LEARNING from them." She nods. "Right now, her muscles are so tattered from training that I am impressed she can even walk. That's why we haven't started on the twelve animals yet; those take a lot of dipping movements, strength and flexibility, and I want to give applications for them anyways. She isn't folding the bag yet. But I would hope she gets something out of seeing something unfamiliar, at least." She stretches and stands, stretching a little bit. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley considers that as well with a sigh, letting herself slouch down into her hand. "I'm a college student and a drama major. I'm used to working till I'm ready to collapse. The show must always go on," she intones. "Without letting anyone see the toll it takes on you. But yeah if I weren't sitting right now I'd probably be shaking." Lightly clearing her throat she reachs for the bottle of water. "To be honest I didn't really use many of the techqniques you taught. I was trying to figure out a good way to kill them and brought things to test, and probably used more of the parkour than anything." Rooftop running for the win. "But I'll thik on things too." Another grin is flashed, before she tips back the bottle of water trying not to outright chug it. Even if she wanted to reeeally badly. 

:'''{{#var:266|Zhao Lin (266)}} has posed:'''     Zhao Lin goes quiet for a moment while the two of them discuss the 'mushroom thing', as far as he's concerned with it. His brow arches slightly as he listens, and if either of them might notice, the clarity in his eyes sharpens up significantly when he's taking in what he considers to be important information about a situation that was, recently, all over the news. He takes another swig from his canteen while the two of them talk about it, falling back on his routine of looking like a homeless drunkard - naturally, no one would believe what Zhao Lin says about things happening in space, right? 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin nods, "I didn't limit your answer to xingyi. And anyways, I was a little bit busy myself at the time. I could explain things I learned, but you wouldn't understand any of them yet. Not until you are better at biofeedback. Whenever you feel like it, we can go get some food that's tastier, but I don't know how long until you can walk. How has the meditation practice been? Are you getting much better at the standing practice and reading your own body?" 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley nods a time or two in agreement with the questions asked. "Yes, and I've been doing the meditation. I just don't think I can really meditate yet. I usually end up daydreaming." At least she doesn't fall asleep during it. That's good right? Carrie's attention slips back to Zhao Lin though as their conversation has gotten off-track. "If you two want to spar or something though, I promise I'll watch and learn what I can." 

:'''{{#var:266|Zhao Lin (266)}} has posed:'''     Zhao Lin's brow arches, and his ear twitches when Carrie suggests he and Yin spar. He grins broadly, glancing towards Yin. "I could," he says, "Though it sounds as though you desire to find something to fill your belly." The leopard-man rises up off the bench seat, swaying unsteadily as he gets to his feet. He grabs his hat, putting it back atop his head again. He grins broadly once more. "So I will leave you two to it." He giggles. "Hee. Too-too-it." He grins again and takes another drink, before turning as though to head off, before he stops and spins around again to face them. "Oh! I did not introduce myself. I am Zhao Lin." He places his fist against his palm and bows sharply. "It has been a pleasure to speak with you both. I hope we meet again." 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin nods. "Yin. It's a pleasure, laoshi Zhao Lin. I am sure we will cross paths again." She returns the salute. "Whenever you are ready. If I would guess, you want a.. burger or something, I am guessing. Red meat. There is a place just down the street that hand makes them, they have a one pound cheeseburger. My treat. Then we can talk about how we are getting your training up to full speed." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley lifts a hand to wave to the departing Zhao Lin with a nod. "Nice to meet you! I'm Carrie," she offers lacking her last name for now. She wasn't being super formal after all. Another sip of water is taken before Yin mentions the magic words. "Ohthankgod I want a cheeseburger so bad." 

:'''{{#var:266|Zhao Lin (266)}} has posed:'''     Zhao Lin grins broadly, rising up from his bow. "Enjoy your meal," he says, giving them both a wave before he continues on his way, disappearing into the alleyways of Gotham. 

:'''{{#var:1594|Yin (1594)}} has posed:''' Yin gives a thumbs up. "Great. Cheeseburger it is. Want to come visit Canada for a bit after that? All my training equipment is there. I'll show you around." She offers a hand to help Carrie make it to the Promised Burgerland. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley reaches out to take the helping hand. She didn't think she needs it, but the fact that she teeters forward unsteadily convinces her otherwise. "Ah... sure, I've got some time free. I've never been to Canada, either." That would be fun. Wait. Training. It's for more training. "Thanks," she mumbles for the assitance as they go off to food. 
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4774/The high road awaits

2018-06-30T13:05:07Z

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|Date of Scene=2018/06/30
|Location=New York City
|Synopsis=Twitch goes out for a roof run for exercize, and encounters Breath on a guard patrol.
|Cast of Characters=1792, 1274
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' It's been some time since Twitch has been able to make it to his old neighborhood. He's taking advantage of the lifted curfew at Xavier's school to head into the city and take some time practicing traversing the rooftops of Clinton. Twitch has his costume on for the first time in a while even though he's not out looking for trouble. The young man seems to be enjoying himself as he leaps from roof to roof, grinning behind his mask as he jumps through the air, a flip here, landing into a somersault there. Eventually he stops to rest for a moment on a roof near a pigeon coop, looking at the birds and saying, "I missed this. I really need to get out more." 

:'''{{#var:1274|Breath (1274)}} has posed:''' Breath watches somebody jumping across roofs, leaning against a section of raised roof with her foot behind an ankle, glancing at a phone clock from time to time as you set foot on the roof she? is standing on. She? (from her figure, you can't easily tell in the dark) taps their chin. "Hey there. What are you looking for up here? Just out for a social visit somewhere?" They step away from the wall quietly. "Or are you looking for somebody?" 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' When someone speaks to him unexpectedly Twitch turns his head quickly and steps to his side, looking the speaker over for a moment before seeming to relax slightly. "Yo." He runs a gloved hand through his hair and says, "I'm not really looking for anything in particular. I'm going for a run." His weight shifts as he stands up straight and lets out a nervous sounding chuckle, "Umm... How about you? I wasn't really expecting to run into anybody out here tonight." 

:'''{{#var:1274|Breath (1274)}} has posed:''' Breath shrugs one shoulder. "See that club down there? I have a tip that somebody might be coming after them soon. Might. Maybe nothing. It wouldn't be the first time. Give a bigot the power to shoot lasers out of their eyes and you never really know what's going to happen, since a lot of people talk themselves into some sense when it comes to actually worrying about getting beat up and arrested." They look over the edge and scan the street. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' Moving to the edge of the roof Twitch looks down at the club in question, studying the front of the joint before looking back up to the other person, "I can't stand bigots when all they're doing is being dicks to people, let alone threatening to laser folks." The young man crouches down easily and looks up and down the street below, "Why are they going after this place in particular? Do you have a picture or a description of the asshole?" 

:'''{{#var:1274|Breath (1274)}} has posed:''' Breath shrugs a bit. "The bartender there is a girl. That's not what her birth certificate said. She just got outed and splashed all over their hate forums, so I am expecting trouble. And somebody in the neighborhood just got laser eyes. Yippie yippie." She hands over a very grainy picture from a profile pic. "And there's laser girl herself. She doesn't have a name yet. She thinks she's one of the good girls. They always do." She sighs and slumps a bit. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' Looking at the picture it's obvious by the way his brow furrows that Twitch is frowning. His head shakes slowly from side to side, then he offers the picture back. "Ugh. Some people are the worst." He shakes his head again and reaches into a pocket on his vest to pull out a small pair of binoculars, the better to check out the people on the street. "I'm Twitch, by the way. I don't usually do the superhero thing any more, but I think I'll make an exception for tonight, if you don't mind the company." There's a sigh from Twitch as well, "It sucks that people have to worry about this sort of thing. If you're not hurting anybody who cares what you do?" A little bit of a growl escapes, "People should be able to just be themselves without jerks hurting them because their sensibilities are offended or whatever." 

:'''{{#var:1274|Breath (1274)}} has posed:''' Breath nods. "I'm the Breath. I do this all the time, I just usually specialize. I'm pretty sure hardly anybody pays attention because of that, or whatever. I mean, most of my gallery is pretty low rent so far." She looks around the streetside. "I think that might be her over there, but she's loitering around. That's a good sign." She points out a parked car. "If they're standing around, they're thinking things over. And other than that? Totally agree. People get really weird about making sure everybody looks like their mirror." She hmmms and looks around quietly for a minute. "So what's your thing?" 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "The Breath? Cool to meet you," Twitch tells the other costumed adventurer with a nod. "There's nothing wrong with specializing. What's your thing? I'm not that picky, I kind of go after whoever's hurting people." His head swivels and the binoculars come up to his eyes so that the young man can get a better look at the possible threat. "That looks like her. You think she'll talk herself out of it?" On the subject of himself the kid shrugs, "I've got superhuman reflexes and agility and when I throw stuff I don't miss. Also when I golf, bizarrely enough." Twitch looks over at the Breath briefly and asks, "What about you?" 

:'''{{#var:1274|Breath (1274)}} has posed:''' "I hung out at LGBT centers and started picking up on the concerns and worries. Now I have a full plate just tracking bigots that most people just don't act like they have time to deal with. And yeah, I'm hoping she talks sense into herself. I mean, it's hard to work yourself up to actually blasting a place up no matter how much you don't think they're people." She mirrors your shrug and smiles. "As far as what I do? Think three little pigs. I'm the Big Bad Wolf. Hmm, think it'll help if they get an idea that we might be here?" 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "Anybody who wants to hurt someone is probably worth looking into. Seems like one of those deals where it shouldn't matter what their motivations are. It's not like people who run around in costumes helping people are in it for the money," Twitch says before shaking his head sadly. "It's hard for me to hurt bad guys, let alone people that don't have it coming." Another glance is sent towards Breathe before Tyler grins, "That sounds pretty cool. A lot more of a show than what I can do, I'll bet," Then he puts his binoculars away and says, "Confronting people is a good way to discourage them doing something violent, I've heard. You got something in mind?" 

:'''{{#var:1274|Breath (1274)}} has posed:''' Breath shrugs a little, looking around, then purses her lips and blows in a loud way down at a pile of litter, making papers fly everywhere. She blows at it a bit, moving along the wall, until the papers blow across the car, then ducks. "Maybe we should move to get a good view. That could go either way." A narrow red laser beam flashes off of the wall, skipping across the top of the roof. Breath sighs. "Oooorrr, she could remember that I'm one of the people she hates. Meh." She blows some hair out of her eye annoyedly. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "Damn!" Twitch exclaims as the laser cuts across the night, getting low to avoid letting himself be an easy target. "You want me to draw her fire while you move up on her?" The young man reaches into his vest and comes out with a lead ingot in each hand. "I can probably nail her with one of these from here, get her attention while you sneak up on her and do your thing." 

:'''{{#var:1274|Breath (1274)}} has posed:''' Breath nods. "Sure. I'm pretty noisy when I come down. Forget distractions, just pin her down." She just does a running jump, and starts blowing at the ground, crazily steering a massive plume of air at the ground and dropping toward the ground. The lady with the laser starts trying to track her with a laser, and actually crosses her with the beam a couple times, but too quickly to mark. Instant death ray this isn't. 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "Yo, Laser Lady!" Twitch calls out as he cocks his arm back and lets loose one of his projectiles, throwing with as much force as he can muster. The ingot is aimed for the nose of the villain. Without wasting much time the young man starts to move to make himself more difficult to hit, flinging the next ingot towards his target, trying to make sure she won't be able to keep her fire up without getting pegged. 

:'''{{#var:1274|Breath (1274)}} has posed:''' She turns toward you, eyes glowing red, and takes a chunk of lead right in the nose. A little bit of blood flies in the air, followed by her feet as she is blown completely off her feet by an unexpected projectile hit. She has none of the fighting reflexes of your usual opponents, no defensive stance or guard at all. She lands hard on the sidewalk and groans, covering her face with her hands, and dazedly looks around. Breath lands and stalks over toward the laser girl. "So, there's no law against loitering. But the cameras caught that light show." She holds up a small phone camera. "Someone in there already called 911. I suggest you stay put. It'll make it easier for your lawyer." 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' Standing on the edge of the roof, Twitch watches the laser eyed lady go down and rests his hands on his hips dramatically as he surveys the scene, making sure there's nothing else about to pop up. After ascertaining that things seem clear he looks down at the front of the building, hops off the roof while turning in the air to catch the ledge of a window. Once his momentum is stopped he lets go to fall safely to the ground. Walking across the street he glares at the would be murderer, shaking his head at her. 

:'''{{#var:1274|Breath (1274)}} has posed:''' Breath mmhs. "TERF. They have a whole ideology about how I am just some peeping tom. They're good at convincing people by scaring them. But guess what? Now she's the scary one. Guess who gets to watch out for bigots NOW? Maybe she'll learn some empathy." She hmphs. "She's lucky I don't report her myself. Not that it's going to matter. You been dealing with any trouble like that?" 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "What is there to be afraid of? People wanting to be themselves?" Tyler asks, sounding angry about the concept. "Ugh. It's kind of gross." He nods, "She'll need to start watching her back now that it'll be obvious she's got powers. Especially one who's going to end up with a record." The young man takes a second to brush back his hair, "I've been pretty lucky. I can pass, no physical mutations or anything, and my powers can be pretty subtle, so nobody really knows about me outside of a few close friends." 

:'''{{#var:1274|Breath (1274)}} has posed:''' Breath nods, "Yeah, unless somebody puts your name and picture up on a forum or something. You know, like girls like HER do. You know, I think her eyes are changing color..." She crosses her arms. "I hear some sirens coming. I'm hanging out here until they arrive. There's a camera out front." She gestures at a couple security cameras. "You okay?" 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, that would really be rough. My folks don't even have any idea," Twitch says to Breath with a nod. "I'm good. Glad I got to help out a little bit tonight." The sound of the sirens definitely reaches him, though, "I think I'm going to take off before the cops get here. It was nice to meet you. I'll make sure not to ignore any minority groups in trouble if I get word they need a hand." 

:'''{{#var:1274|Breath (1274)}} has posed:''' Breath gives a thumbs up. "Totally understandable. I work with the Titans now. Ring me up if you ever want to talk or anything. I'll squeeze you in. Tell you some of the stuff people miss. See ya!" 

:'''{{#var:1792|Tyler Grant (1792)}} has posed:''' "Will do!" Twitch grins behind his mask before he starts off down the street towards the nearest alleyway. "Take care of yourself. I'll hit you up when I get back to the superhero game for real." As he rounds the nearest corner he pulls a grappling hook from one of his vest pouches and snaps the hooks into place. 
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