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| Topic Started: July 16, 2015, 12:30 am (590 Views) | |
| Storyteller | July 16, 2015, 12:30 am Post #1 |
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Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: Factory, San Francisco In a factory on the outskirts of the city, the workers were preparing to finish up for the day. They had had to push a production run on a Sunday because their client was pushing to get their batch of product earlier than originally planned. As things were winding down, one of the men working on the line was holding onto the safety railing for support as he clenched his eyes shut and sweat poured down his face. It didn't take long for his coworkers to realize something was wrong. Several of them started to gather around. He was starting to shake a little. "Are you alright?" One woman asked. "Are you sure hes not having a heart attack? Does your left arm hurt?" Another man suggested. Between gritted teeth the man forced some words out. "No, I just... My whole body hurts, it feels like... like something is crawling inside me." After that he started to convulse and several of the people rushed to grab a hold of him so that he didn't fall. To their surprise a mass of electric blue ropes or tentacles burst out of his arms, ensnaring several them. They all screamed as fell to the ground. The man looked horrified at the glowing appendages protruding from his body, but even his it quickly turned to panic as they continued to grow, searching for more people to capture. Place The Island Enterprise (Forges Lab) Forge was at a his hardlight station in his lab, working on some elements for a holodeck when a seldom heard voice broke out through the room's speakers. It was male, but otherwise a rather nondescript baritone. It belonged to the security AI, Big Brother. "Forge, there is an incident in progress in San Francisco that may interested you and the rest of Utopia." Without needing a prompt Lisa tapped into the news channel that Big Brother was routing to them and projected it in a square in front of Forge. A reporter was standing beside several police cars outside of a factory building. "Roughly 15 minutes ago a mutant worker at the facility manifested some kind of tentacle like constructs that have taken several of the other workers hostage. Police are on the scene and trying to get the hostages released, but the mutant seems unwilling or unable to do so. I have been told officers will use lethal force to protect the hostages if that is what is necessary." Forge waved his hand and Lisa cut the feed. "Operator, get me Scott and Jean on the phone and package up that video to send to them." Forge was already on his way to the main Utopia island while the phone rang. As soon as he heard them pick up he began talking. "Jean, Scott, there is a development in the city I think you should see. I'm sending a video taken from the local news." While he waited for a reply, Forge hurried across the sand bar to the main island. His gait was much closer to a normal one with his lighter leg. He didn't know if they should get involved as the situation was possibly a bit too public for them, but thought Scott and Jean should be aware of it. Maybe they could help, but if worst came to worst, there might be an angry mob out looking to lynch mutants and they should watch their backs. Tags: Jean and Scott, then Teon, KaBoom, Iceman, Templar, Dryad, Urbane, Wiccan, and Hulkling OOC: This thread will interrupt the thread of those Utopians staying in San Francisco for dinner after the day of shopping. Edited by Storyteller, July 16, 2015, 12:31 am.
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| Kevin | July 18, 2015, 6:30 pm Post #2 |
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Character: Phoenix Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: Westfield San Francisco Centre Jean was cleaning up after her Korean barbecue from Sorabol, the restaurant Yoyo had requested. And far be it from her to deny the treat considering he wouldn't let Jean pay for a damn thing on her own all day. Unashamed of eating, she shoveled food down like a neanderthal, only using utensils if she needed to cut anything. Needless to say, clean up was an actual process involving wet-naps and apologies. The group was in the cafeteria, and Jean'd had her phone resting next to her tray. The hum of light chatter (though in the upscale mall, it was nothing like a crowd of boisterous locals, something more calm and relaxing - she blamed it on a lack of tax stress) was abruptly interrupted by the blaring noise of Jean's ForgePhone. She'd set the ringtone to the chorus of "I Touch Myself" by The Divinyls. Her eyes shot open and she glared at those around her awkwardly and fumbling to get her phone to just shut up. "Sorry-h'uuh... H'I thought I put this on silent..." "Hi Forge," she sighed into the phone dryly and a little defeated. She listened to him explain about the situation and quickly pulled her phone form her face and after a few buttons, the news report appeared on the screen. She kept her cool until lethal force was mentioned. She was as quiet as she could be, making sure any locals weren't able to pick up on her, but loud enough her Utopian cohorts could hear her. "No. No-no-no-no. We're on it. We'll try and be quick, can you be ready for a pickup? The jet, I mean." That was still so weird to say. "Incoming, guys," she said turning to the rest of those with them. Telepathic message. It was a careful dance to balance between a gentle transference of information and an abrasive slap-in-the-face kind of telepathic upload, so she always liked to let people know. {"Mutant situation around the corner. Might be a threat, or might have lost control. They might use lethal force, so we need to get in there and gain an upper hand. I hope we can count on some volunteers."} She eyed them all, a little expectantly, then stood from her seat, dumped her tray and started walking toward an exit. {"Yoyo, we could definitely use you to get inside. The building is surrounded by cops, and I think it's best to stay as stealth as possible. And we have no idea how many hostages there are, so most of you will need to be securing them. I'd like two of three hands on the mutant. But we need to go now. I won't be able to keep us all in a psychic link the entire time, so codenames up. Any objections? Scott, anything to add?"} She addressed him specifically, in part because he was council, but more that she was hoping he was building up some insights into his confidence. Tags: Cyclops, Dryad, Gargoyle, Iceman, Instinct, Kaboom, Templar, Urbane, Wiccan OOC: Lemme know if anything needs changing. Edited by Kevin, July 20, 2015, 12:07 pm.
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| Roman | July 19, 2015, 10:00 pm Post #3 |
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Character: Iceman Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: Westfield San Francisco Centre Today was like something out of a book or a movie that starred Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen. All day they were treated to quality clothing, crazily overpriced snacks, and even an expansive meal which they were all winding down upon currently. Bobby had settled on a local pizzeria located in the food court, just so he could complain that it tasted like shit and wasn't nearly as good as the pies from back home. But in secret Bobby brain world, he was loving it and making love to it and he wouldn't lose his NYC pride credibility and no one would be the wiser. He was making disgusted faces as he crammed in his third slice of pizza, ambiently grunting out a reply to those at the table or to express obvious displeasure at the inferior pizza that was actually delicious. Around his head, he wore a matte black bandana that was fastened like a cap, with the two tied ends sticking out around the nape of his neck and a tuft of ruffled blonde sticking out of the front, brushed over one eyebrow. The wisest purchase he'd made all day aside from this sex pizza. As Jean's phone rang and failed in such a gloriously miserable way to cover up the fact that she had such an embarrassing song as her ringtone, Bobby let out a powerful chortle that unfortunately lodged a chunk of pizza back into his windpipe. He instantly dropped the pizza and pounded a fist against his chest as he sputtered and coughed until the food was dislodged. He was still laughing. “Fu-huuck!” He stated mid-cough. “You're so embarrassing when we're in public.” He tossed the comment at Jean while she was on the phone to Forge and arched a thumb over towards her as he leaned to the person on his right. “She's so weird. You're gonna wanna give me the rest of your cheese fries. Because that's what friends are for.” Being over-anxious and wired all day made a bitch hungry as fuck. His attention was broken as Jean prompted them vocally. Holy shit, does this mean-
“Oh my God...” Bobby's eyes were wide with what looked like shock... and joy. Codenames. Missions. This is what he was both terrified and jubilant at the prospect of ever since the rescues were brought back to Utopia. It had taken a good week or so, but Bobby had finally come to terms with the fact that there was a reason why he felt like such a waste of space on the island. He surmised that he wasn't meant to just fish and trying and grow crops and all that other kind of bullshit. He was meant to be out there... in the thick of things; fighting for mutant rights on the front lines like Dr. Xavier had mentioned back on opening day. He was so skeptical and crass and jaded back then. He was still all of those things now, which was true... But now he had another adjective to add to that otherwise depressive list: Motivated. His eyes lit up and he jolted his head over towards Scott and beamed. “I get to be Iceman... Holy shit, I get to be Iceman today!” He shouted to the man in a whisper. He couldn't help but let a still-surprised, single chuckle out as he looked over to Holly with a finger pointing accusingly. “And you get to be Hammer Man... or MC Hammer... Or Nostalgia Dude... Hit-You-With-Feelings-Fag!” He was so freakin' happy about this moment. Not to say that he'd sidestepped the whole 'possible lethal force on a mutant' thing... He heard that part. He was just obscenely confident that they'd pull together and pull off yet another great show like they did when the prior group busted into the Friends of Humanity base and fucked up their shit proper. The pulsing exhilaration started to level out and he picked up his pizza again, shoving in a huge mouthful with a wide, secret smile to juxtapose the unsuspecting surroundings of their totally normal, human environment. “Ah'bbuh happeh' Bahbbeh.” His muffled, food-strangled voice came out pleasingly. Tags: Phoenix, Cyclops, Dryad, Gargoyle Instinct, Kaboom, Templar, Urbane, Wiccan |
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| Marc | July 20, 2015, 9:50 am Post #4 |
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Character: Cyclops Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: Westfield San Francisco Centre Never before in his life had Scott eaten at a Korean barbeque. It was .. messy. But tasty. An interesting experience, to say the least. But then, the whole day had been an interesting experience, with many ‘never before’ kind of things having happened. Never before had Scott had this kind of freedom when it came to expenses. Never before had he spent a whole day at the mall when it wasn’t freezing out and the streets out of the question if one didn’t want to potentially freeze to death. Never before had he spent a whole day shopping for himself. Never before had he actually walked away with enough items bought that carrying the bags would have become uncomfortable with time and that he had gladly chosen to see them delivered to the boat once it had returned from dropping the others back off on Utopia. Never before had he shopped for a return gift, one that he had wanted to be thoughtful and .. well .. a token of his thanks to Yoyo, for his generosity. The only problem he had had? He barely even knew the other man, making it hard to choose something meaningful. He was a touch worried what Yoyo would say once Scott presented him with it – after all, going by the all-expenses-paid shopping trip they had just been on, it wasn’t hard to assume that Yoyo might have expensive taste and the money to back it up. Oh well, if he laughed in Scott’s face, Scott would deal with the embarrassment then. For now, he was dealing with enough embarrassment over looking like a total slob! At least he hadn’t gotten any of the food stuff on his clothes, just on himself. And it seemed like he wasn’t the only one. Even Bobby, who had chosen to go beat-of-his-own-drum again (and who’d have expected otherwise, right?) and had gotten pizza, was in the process of slobbering all over the slices he was shuffling into his mouth at an alarming rate. His mutation better grant him an amazing metabolism, what with the way he was inhaling his food, or else, they’d be rolling him onto that boat home like a barrel. Scott was just done with any clean-up work he’d been in the process of to restore himself when Jean’s phone drew all attention on them, to the last pair of eyes as far as 10 tables over. Scott pressed his lips together to keep from laughing out loud. Ayup. Story of their lives. If their mutation wasn’t drawing attention their way, then they did something stupid instead, for the same effect. He ducked his head slightly and chuckled when Jean’s immediate reaction was to glare at them, as if they had done something to cause this din! Which is when he became aware of the fact that in the pocket of his newly-bought jacket, slung over the back of his chair, his own phone was vibrating. His turn now to fumble for it, he flipped it open just moments after Jean had brought her own to her ear. He heard her greet the man on the other end of the call. Forge. Forge was calling Jean. Huh. And .. apparently Scott too, at the same time. Because in his ear, he could hear the man speaking as well. A conference call? Scott hadn’t been aware of that being a feature the ForgePhones possessed! A development in the city. That sounded ominous. Content to wait for the newscast, Scott maintained his silence, letting Jean do the immediate talking. When it came though, playing on his screen, Scott merely stared. Oh .. damn. Hot damn. That wasn’t good. “Alright Forge. We are on it.” he added his own statement to Jean’s, nodding to her request for Forge to come with the jet and pick them up. As far as he could remember, Forge was the other potential pilot for the aircraft. He didn’t think there were any others. Yet. He was, after all, training Kay to be one. For now though, he ended the phone call and nodded intently towards Jean when she alerted them to an incoming telepathic message. That was the quickest and safest way to relay what they had just learned. At her request for volunteers, he gave a decisive nod, grabbing his own food-tray, looking from one to the other as Jean asked if he had anything to add and Bobby was nearly falling out of his chair with excitement. *It might be best to split into 2 teams, have Yoyo teleport one in to the far end of the facility and one to the near end. A pronged approach, with the team split according to ability sets. One who can throw up a shield in each. Melee scrappers evenly split. Distance attacks in each. That way, we can be ready for anything that might come at us, be it from the mutant or mutants themselves or the police once they greenlight a lethal take-down attack.* He looked at the people that were still there, for the dinner, and created teams inside his head. *My suggestion would be Bobby for ranged and shield, Teddy and Holly for close range, Jean for shield and ranged on one team, elemental fire as well as shattering force. Billy for ranged and shield, Teon for melee, Kay for ranged and melee and myself for ranged on the other team, elementals electricity and ice as well as shattering force. Two field leaders for quick decision-making. Yoyo keeping back so he can run retrieval if it becomes necessary. Callie with Yoyo to tend to potential injured as they are brought out of the fray by him.* It was just his suggestion though. If they decided to go in as a full group, he would go with that decision. He just thought sending two teams, in quick succession, to opposing ends of the staging area of the throw-down would give them an extra edge. And with Jean linking them, it shouldn’t be too hard to coordinate two teams and one potential retrieval unit. Tags: Phoenix, Iceman, Dryad, Gargoyle Instinct, Kaboom, Templar, Urbane, Wiccan |
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| Matthew | July 21, 2015, 7:11 pm Post #5 |
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Character: Instinct Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: Westfield San Francisco Centre Teon had followed Yoyo around all day and tried his best to enjoy being out in a crowded place amongst far too many people and far too many sights, sounds, and smells. It was like a complete overload for the mind and the body. Teon didn't like it at all. He had never liked cities. Had never liked people. Teon looked around as he sat in the awkward and uncomfortable chair in the awkward and uncomfortable eatery surrounded by awkward and uncomfortable people. He had never liked people before now. Now as he looked around he did see people he liked. Yoyo. HIS Yoyo. Jean. His leader. Scott. A pack member. Bobby. Strange but he liked him enough. The Holly kid. The girls. The power couple. He could tolerate them all. It was strange just how much things had changed in such short of a time. Maybe that was what life was all about. Growth. Change. Adapting. Isn't that what nature demanded anyway? Things always grew. Things always changed. And nature? It always adapted. If man tore down a forest to build a city, the plants always found cracks and would try to retake the ground. If man let his guard down, the forest would win. The ocean waves would beat back man's encroachment. Relentless. Strong. Firm. But not so immovable it would break not bend. Was that how his life was? One day he was a simple little boy. He hardly remembered those times. And then things changed and he became himself. Now the self he had lived as for so long had changed too. Subtle changes. Ones he hardly noticed. He could be around people. He could like them. Love them. Change... it could be good. He smiled a short smile at Yoyo. "It is good," he said, mostly to himself. The moment passed too quickly though. Suddenly phones rang, people spoke inside heads. That meant mission time. Teon listened to the voices inside his head as the spoke. He nodded along as Jean, the fearless leader as always, spoke up to them, explained the small amount she knew. Then she asked Scott to add in things. He did. Teon squinted his eyes at the man as he took on an air of authority and suggested how they split up and work as teams. He was quite all right with the suggestion that Yoyo stay safe. The fact Scott seemed to be putting up a challenge for pack dominance though... That was not as right with Teon. Which meant this mission had a driving force behind it. To see who was the best man. To see who would prevail in the pack's dominance. "Let's go," Teon uttered. Not about to waste time. He remembered the last mission, how long they had spent talking, planning, waiting, before they even boarded the former jet and went into action. He wasn't going to let that happen this time. Tags: Phoenix, Iceman, Dryad, Gargoyle, Cyclops, Kaboom, Templar, Urbane, Wiccan |
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| Matthew | July 21, 2015, 7:54 pm Post #6 |
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Character: Urbane Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: Westfield San Francisco Centre So Yoyo basically had four billion dollars. At least that was what Mulholland was guessing after all the shopping they had done. He had lost count of how many things the young guy had actually purchased for everyone else. All he knew was there were very few things bought that day which had not been purchased under the guise of the Yoyo Jin Jenkins charitable fund for orphaned mutant hobo children. Holly was DEFINITELY an orphaned mutant hobo child. He had no problem admitting that fact. Especially if such admittance got him free swag! And it certainly had! Holly was fine with what few clothing items he had. It did not mean he would turn down the offer to get MORE clothes though. Maybe some clean stuff without telltale signs of wear and tear. Or something not in rummage sale beige. That would be nice for once. That might have been why he had so many bags of clothes sitting around him once they had settled down for some grub. Grub... he was not eating that Korean grub. It probably had grub in it. Ugh. Instead he grabbed a kid's meal from the local burger place. Cheeseburger and large fries with a root-beer float. Because why not? And it came with a free toy! Hello? FREE TOY? Holly idly played with the six inch tall plastic brontosaurus rock-star as he watched everyone else tear into Korean grubs or pizza... was that Korean pizza that Vanilla Ice was making love to? Mulholland didn't have time to find out. Instead of their endless day of endless shopping continuing onward forever (as Holly had hoped it would) it ended as they were called to battle. To battle? He knew some of the crowd had gone and done the whole hero thing already. He also knew they had come back looking like they had been torn to shreds. This was AFTER Yoyo had come back shot. Heroes had a really short shelf life. He was a hero now. His shelf life was short. But hadn't his shelf life ALWAYS been short anyway? How long had Mulholland really expected to survive on the streets? How long had he expected to continue on without ANYONE ever figuring out what he had done before escaping from the juvenile detention center? His past was bound to catch up with him. A past that was anything but heroic. So why not be the hero now? If he was going to go out in his prime, he might as well do it in a blaze of heroic glory and not hiding in an alleyway in some rotting cesspool of a city, after all. "I'm in," Holly announced as if there was any doubt. Maybe there was? He didn't know how this all worked anyway. "No hammer, but I got this, and it's enough," Holly held out the dinosaur and shrugged his shoulders. No one said the hero business was glamorous. Tags: Phoenix, Iceman, Dryad, Gargoyle, Cyclops, Kaboom, Templar, Instinct, Wiccan |
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| Zeke | July 22, 2015, 9:09 pm Post #7 |
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Character: Wiccan and Gargoyle Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: Westfield San Francisco Center Teddy had thoroughly enjoyed the day out shopping with Billy. It was surprisingly therapeutic to be back in society and doing normal things with the man he loved. He had never been comfortable around crowds, which was a little unusual for someone from New York, but after so much time alone, it was great to be reminded that they weren't alone. It was nice that Yoyo was taking them on a shopping spree, but Teddy wasn't comfortable just letting him pay for everything, even if his family was filthy rich. Luckily, Teddy still had his bank account and it wasn't empty. Sitting next to Billy he was enjoying a some Korean Barbeque when the call came in. Unlike Bobby and Holly, the prospect of a mission didn't excite him. He definitely felt a desire to help the mutant, knowing what it was like to be in danger, but he had also only just gotten out of the danger and wasn't eager to get back into it again. Not eager, but not unwilling. He turned to his fiance. "We should help, but together." Billy gave a heavy sigh while the food was still in his mouth. "You're right. This is what we kind of signed up for, the whole being heroes thing."
Billy sure didn't like this whole mental communication thing. It wasn't exactly a unpleasant feeling, but it was the most intimate violation of his person he had every experienced. Scott's suggestion wasn't bad, but there were a few things that he thought he would suggest. "Sounds like a plan, but Teddy and I are working together. We trained to use our powers together, and we are going to much more effective that way. I can make a shield, but it's not nearly as impenetrable as Jean's is, but it can actually stop a laser... Also, we should send everyone in, including Yoyo and Callie. If there really are hostages in there, Yoyo can teleport them out and Callie can help tend to the injured." Teddy sent a sort of mental nod to the group. He was already up and had their food cleared away. Like Teon, he was ready to get going. Time was short, and every moment they waited, the less likely it was the situation would have a happy ending. Tag: Templar, Dryad, KaBoom, Phoenix, Cyclops, Iceman, Urbane, Instinct Edited by Zeke, July 22, 2015, 9:27 pm.
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| Kevin | July 23, 2015, 12:17 am Post #8 |
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Character: KaBoom Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: Westfield San Francisco Centre Everything was wonderful. Yoyo saw so many smiles today, and so much laughter, and so many interesting strangers. It was a wild experience, being in public with his so much of his new family for the first time. It was clear that they were an odd bunch with no visible signs of connection (other than the obvious couples). But they were also a unit and primarily traveled in a pack together throughout the day. Yoyo loved his new family. Even the ones who didn't understand him. With dinner on the horizon, he'd In the food court, Yoyo's demeanor was probably something quite shocking to everyone, but Yoyo was raised with utmost dinner etiquette. That included near silence, napkin in his lap, perfect posture, a properly arranged tray, etc. Meal times were his quiet times. And while he was internally screaming at the audacity of some of these people not using napkins and utensils, and worse, dare to put their elbows on the table, he wasn't about to cause a fuss, because he was not his mother. With his feet wedged between Teon's, who sat across from him, he caught Teon's modest grin and smiled right back, big and cheery. He liked when Teon smiled at him. He didn't smile at anybody else the same way, and it just felt cool. Like they had a secret and nobody else would ever know it. But like, a good secret. The only secret.
It was quiet, but Yoyo canted his head to the side like a curious pup. He came up with his own translation, though. "I like you too." But then Jean's telepathic message kicked in. It was nice to expect it instead of getting mind-raped in the middle of a mental breakdown, but still brought up some foul memories. He really hated people talking in his head instead of his ears. Furthermore... they were expected to go on a mission and Yoyo could feel the chunks of his glorious Korean Barbecue welling up in his stomach. And that was bad enough, that they wanted to go raiding this facility all willy nilly, but not only that... Yoyo was specifically called upon to be on this mission. He listened to all the psychic yammering, head down, ears burning, heart rate spiking, stomach churning, eyes watering, breathing erratic but as repressed as he could keep it. Jean was up and heading out, and then everyone was up and heading out, and it was like he had no say, even despite the call for objections. Fortunately, dear Mister Scott threw in his suggestions for how to split the groups up. And the mention of himself and Callie sidelining to collect troops. What a good plan. What a good plan. What a good-
"I DON'T WANT TO GET SHOT!" No, no one had suggested it. But he had to look at the statistics here. "Kay got shot. Scott got shot. Jean's face was all messed up. And my Teon was... really scarred up for days. I don't like this. I don't like this at all. I like Scott's idea of Callie and I not fighting." Yoyo looked over at Callie. "Aren't you so scared like me right now?" He knew he was needed. They all made that abundantly clear. But he did not want to engage in any of that extra stuff, because he did not have a suicide mission. "No, I mean- sorry, no. I can get us in." Tags: X-Men |
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| Alison | July 23, 2015, 6:01 am Post #9 |
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Character: Dryad Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: Westfield San Francisco Center Today’s shopping adventure had been…how would one describe it…interesting. Picking at her chicken salad with a fork, Callie had made the conscious decision to not order Italian at the food court. Why? Because she would just be disappointed. Takeaway Italian was nothing like what she knew to be Italian and she really felt sorry for those who had to prepare it and serve it. She would just feel sad memories about home and her family so she had decided to actively choose something else. Sure, the salad looked delicious and smelled delicious too but she just couldn’t eat it. Something just felt…uneasy within her gut. She was pretty sure that it was related to leaving her plants for so long and the lack of earth between her feet. Staring at her salad thoughtfully, she finally looked up when a voice echoed in her head. Jean’s voice. Placing the fork carefully on her napkin, she let her face dart from person to person as she listened for the words. Chewing on her bottom lip, she pushed the salad aside and rose as others began to make plans to leave. Yes, I do not wish to be in the front lines but I will be able to help with the injured. My plant powers will come in handy for that, I think. Plus, they are a good defensive power to have. If we are picking codenames, please call me Dryad. Looking over at Yoyo, she smiled shyly at him. “I don’t know. Ask me later?” Tags: Everyone |
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| Matthew | July 24, 2015, 11:18 am Post #10 |
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Character: Instinct Date: March 14 Time: Early Evening Place: Westfield San Francisco Centre Teon had no idea just what social norms were in play while they went about their day of shopping. He had even less of an idea of just what it meant for Yoyo to have his feet so close to his own as they sat and ate their meal. There was no connection in the wild to either of those things. In the wild placing oneself inside another's space was a threat. In the wild a group simply did not wander around for fun. But here they were, doing just that. And Teon had no doubt that anything Yoyo did was far from about a threat. In fact he could not imagine the glue that held there team together so firmly ever being a threat. What Teon could easily imagine was the whole world as a threat. In the wild there was always something faster, stronger, bigger, that could hurt you. If you avoided all that then there was always something smaller, sleeker, deadlier, as well. In this human controlled world it was even worse. There were all the threats of nature compounded by all the threats of man. Threats of man he couldn't even understand. Guns. Senseless fighting. Destruction of the wild. Shooting of his Yoyo. He could understand SOME elements of society though. He recognized Scott's suggestions of what they do as a challenge for pack dominance. He saw the fact he was allowing Yoyo to stay behind in safety an acknowledgement that even he understood the teleporters importance to the pack. He could respect all that. Would he support Scott as pack leader? He wasn't so sure. But he could respect the man for trying. He could also understand the inherent danger of the world around them and how it would affect them when they went on this new mission. Everything was a potential danger. EVERYTHING. The fact they were walking into the unknown just made it twenty times more dangerous. As if the fact of everything being dangerous needed to be driven home, One of the two rescuees in the obvious couple spoke up with his own personal theories. Teon wasn't sure which, his skills with remembering names of people he hadn't talked to were not all that keen. Sure he could have sniffed an identity out but he had smelt enough of their intermingled scent to know he would rather leave some things out of his nasal capabilities. It wasn't the WHO that mattered anyway. It was the WHAT they said. Send in both Yoyo and Callie. They could be tossed into danger on the off chance they were immediately needed for some sort of rescue plan. So another challenger for the pack, and this time from the outside. Not only from the outside but a plan wrought with unnecessary danger for the pack as well. Teon had bit his tongue and allowed their fearless leader Jean to speak her part. He had held back as Scott challenged the pack with good ideas. But now, he could remain silent no longer. "No," Teon said flatly and firmly as he stood from the table to face the group, arching to his full height instead of his usual crouch. "Yoyo and Callie stay behind in case we need them, they stay safe." Tags: Phoenix, Iceman, Dryad, Gargoyle, Cyclops, Kaboom, Templar, Urbane, Wiccan |
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