Marvel, Rebirth:

IC:

"Huh? , uhhhh...I mean, I was thinking Italian? Or pizza? I wonder if Sakuya likes pizza...doesn't everyone like pizza?" Dallas asked his guardian spirit. "I don't think she's gonna be any trouble, though, man, she seems really nice. She's friendly enough. I mean, I heard she was really wild, but she seems really lowkey. Maybe she was a little nervous? She looked a little out of place, maybe..."

"And you learned all of this from staring at her walk. Interesting."

"Hey, that's out of...I'm networking!" he said defensively. "That's what you wanted, isn't it? Me getting out of the dorm and meeting people besides the ones I've known for years?"

-Tyler

IC:

Morrison rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I just want to make sure you don't get hurt or anything," he growled. "And your character judgment has been lacking in the past. Exempli gratia: Nicole." He looked at Dallas for a moment, taking in the somewhat-stricken, somewhat-pleading look of the (not so) love-starved man, and sighed.

"Just remember to protect yourself," he said, perfectly aware of the double meaning Dallas would derive from his words, as he shifted back into a fox.

He had best listen.

I don't want to deal with pups.

It gets annoying.

IC:

"Should I be having this conversation with my kitsune?" Dallas asked, shivering and hailing a cab. "It's like my mom. You could at least buy me ice cream."

-Tyler

IC:

I'm a kitsune. Where on Earth or in any of the heavens or in any portion of the cosmos does he think kitsune get money to buy ice cream with?

IC:

"See? That's your 'wow, I really shoulda bought him ice cream' silence. It's different from your 'I am going to turn that Dachsund into a pile of ash for giving me that sideways look' silence and your 'I am Morrison and it is Tuesday again' silence."

Dallas beamed at his methods of interpretation and sidled into the backseat of a cab, buckling up and giving directions to the Xavier Institute.

-Tyler

IC:

Morri turned to Dallas and glared after they were in the cab. In fact, it was Tuesday, and Morri never liked Tuesdays. They were his second least favourite day of the week, after Mondays.

I should probably give the taxi driver a rabies scare and make him think Dallas had a rabid animal in the cab. It'd be just as sweet as ice cream to me.

IC: Ashley

 

Ashley pet the kitten idly as she looked at Dr. Thomas. 

 

"Do you like to play go fish? I have to warn you though, I'm a pro." 

IC

"Actually, Ashley, I'm afraid I have a few appointments this afternoon, as well as some paperwork to wrap up. But I'd love to play; why don't we make a date for next week?"

IC: Ashley

"Ahhh..." Ashley pouted for a moment, but then smiled. "Okay, next week then! How does Friday sound?" 

IC

"Sounds perfect."

IC: Ashley

"Alright! Well I don't want to take up any more of your time..." Ashley stood up, still holding the kitten. 

"...do you want to pet him before I go?" The kitten purred. 

IC

The counsellor gently stroked the proffered kitten.

IC: Ashley

The kitten purred louder, nuzzling her hand. Ashley giggled. "He likes you." Then Ashley pulled away. 

"It was nice talking to you! See you next week!" Ashley practically flew out the door when she opened it, skipping away. 

IC:

No sooner was Ashley out of Doc Thomas' office than Dallas Green was inside, sitting in the still-warm chair facing across from Doc Thomas and toting a small fox in one crooked arm. There was silence for a few second as Dallas pressed his lips together, spread them apart, bit down on the bottom lip in thought.

"This is new for me," he finally said. "Having a real shrink across the hall from the cafeteria and everything. Used to be we all just used to talk to Ashlynn about our problems...sometimes Alaric, but we mainly went to him for the beer. So I guess you're really followin' in the footsteps of giants."

-Tyler

IC (Alecto)

"I won't tell if you won't." The bat be-winged mercenary matched Damian's stride. "So, quick run-down, what do you know about vampires? Lots of myths and misconceptions out there. Find it's best to clear things up beforehand." 

IC: Damian

"Hm... They're strong, they're fast, they heal fast, they usually can't deal with sunlight (which makes me wonder how this one is wandering around in broad daylight), they don't like getting stabbed with wooden objects, they need to feed regularly, I heard some rumours about verbena, also some about some kind of hypnosis power..." Damian rambled on and on.

IC (Alecto)

"if it's any comfort, you got more right then your average hopped-up-on-Bram Stoker-fangirl." Alecto held up five fingers. "You're right, they're strong." One finger went down. "Faster then anyone who doesn't run marathons for a living has any right to be." Another finger down. "All sunlight will do to them is give em a light tan though." No finger went down this time. "They've got some sort of strange allergy to wood and holy water, so yeah. Kudos." Another finger went down. "They do need to feed, any type of blood will do. Human. Animal. Republican." One more finger down. "As for the hypnosis...some of em have it, some of em don't. Don't rightly know why. Though I'd guess it has something to do with how much they feed on humans. Just a shot in the dark." Hands lowered, Alecto leaned up against the elevator wall. "The primary thing with vampires, you need to break the skin. The sun doesn't hurt em normally-but expose their blood to direct sunlight and that'll just ruin their entire day."

IC: Damian

"Good thing you have the sword then, unless they have super durability too..."

Damian entered the elevator and pressed the button for the correct floor. The elevator music was terrible.

IC:

"Want anything to drink?" Ash blinked. "There are some in the mini bar."

"You know.. There is a nice pool and hot tub down stairs and I have an extra suit, just saying." Ash wasn't sure the last time she's acually went swimming but it was definitly too long.

Ic:

"Never been in a hot tub," Kristen murmured, folding the list and putting away.

"You think your spare would fit me?"

IC:

"Nobody expects the French's inquisition."

-Tyler

IC:

Ash looked Kristen over and nodded. "Yeah, now that you're a girl you look to be about my size." Ash said. She opened her suitcase before tossing around some clothes and then pulling out a black women's bathing suit which she tossed at Kristen.

"And its never too late too experience a hot tub." she winked, before pulling out her own forest green bikini, and some sun tan lotion. "There should be towels in the bathroom if you want to change and try it on, I'll change in here."

Ic:

She quickly changed in the bathroom.

"... It fits... Ok," she noted. Ashlynn was certainly bigger than her, and the swimsuit was a small deal bigger than her. She quickly grabbed a towel, an wondered why Ashlynn would put on lotion at night.

IC:

BZZZT.

Card - where tf are you? Unless Ashlynn is trying to come on to you we don't have time for this. Going home with Tali. If you want shotgun text me back with 'Dallas how do you stay so hot even when you're bloody miserable and want to kill everyone you know.' If not wrong number.

...

BZZZT.

Oh and if Ashlynn's coming on to you she's a dead[squared] woman walking.

-Tyler

IC (Alecto)

The second the door opened, Alecto bustled out of it, hand on his sword and and wings tucked against his back. "Okay. Now hiding isn't really an option here. Wings tend to stick out....Well." Alecto plopped down on a nearby bench. "I'd say we could hear any screams from here."

Ic:

dallas how do you stay so hot even when you're bloody miserable and want to kill everyone you know

Kristen decided to send a second message as well.

she gave me a swimsuit. It's just a -bit- big on me.

OOC: I thought it was day-time for some reason *shrugs*

IC:

"You ready to head down then?" Ash asked. "It fits well enough, I don't think its going to slip off of you."

IC: Damian

"Either we're too late, too early, or greatly overestimated the severity of the situation. Preferabbly the latter." Damian started heading down the hallway, looking for the correct room.

IC:

"Yeah, well. Lynae for ya. She probably found some trucker or country club boy to give her a ride home." Ric threw his voice a little into something a bit higher and more nasally British. "Helloooo dahling. I'm Lynae Rosewood, the most smashing vampire this side of--"

"Who's that?"

Ric, not used to being interrupted in the middle of impersonations, looked at Zack and then to the car, and saw her: tall and blonde, with a stubborn jut of jaw and stark cheeks pointed at the ground. She showed no signs of injury - at a glance he doubted she had even been in the wreck - but she was clearly out cold....so what was wrong with her? The hyperkinetic brashly walked forward and crouched in front of her, tilting her strong chin up so he could look her in the face. Quincy...? Quinjet? A Hellfire Club hanger-on. Anberlyn had beef with her.

"Well, she's alive," he said to the Phoenix-enhanced delinquent, who was staring at him oddly through his sunglasses. "Barely breathing, and I don't see any traumas on her without lifting her up...I don't even think she was in a crash. What if she--"

Ooc: going to take the liberty of deciding my character's appearance.

Ic:

If she was just gonna sit in the pool, Kristen would've considered it a little okay, but out of the water, she simply too slender to fit well in it.

"Sorry Ashlynn, not this time. I think Dallas wants me to come home..."

IC:

BZZZT.

What room

-Tyler

Ic:

Kristen texted him the room number.

IC:

Knock knock

Dallas didn't walk through the lobby so much as he glided, like a tornado in the seconds before touching down - sparing seconds to notice Batman and the Boy Wonder from the restaurant standing about at the reception area, he walked into the elevator and closed the door, pressing the floor button and standing about in the elevator with Tali.

...

I said knock knock

...

The elevator didn't open.

...

The elevator opened with a ding!, but Dallas still needed to walk the length of two hallways and turn thrice before he ended up on the narrow strip that Ashlynn's room led to. 

KNOCK. KNOCK.

knock knock

-Tyler

Ic:

"You didn't even gave me time to change!" Kristen's voice cried out, opening the door for Dallas.

"Give a me moment to change back and we'll go, okay?"

IC:

"Please. If I see anything you weren't streaking through the halls at Westchester, I'll throw a twenty at it," Dallas grumbled, but all the same he was already starting to try and blink the image out of his mind. Putting one foot against the wall and leaning forward, he pulled the hoodie from over his head and adjusted his shirt slightly.

"Lil' somethin' somethin' for the ladies in the crowd." He tossed the sweatshirt around the doorframe and fixed his v-shaped collar with a finger. "Next time, pack a spoiler alert."

-Tyler

Ic:

"Didn't I tell you!?" She cried, quickly fleeing back into the bathroom.

She quickly changed back into her clothes.

IC:

"I didn't know you meant it."

-Tyler

Ic:

"It's bad enough you always walk in on me changing, but now you can't even take my word on what I'm wearing!?"

She exited the bathroom, back in her clothes and rolled her eyes, "I said it was big on me."

IC:

"Me always having to donate my clothes do you does not count as walking in on you changing, sunshine. Anything to say to Ashlynn before you go? Have a nice night? Don't eat the bellhop? Thanks for brainwashing me, please date John again before he decides he wants to shack up with Dally?"

-Tyler

Ic:

"Thanks for the help," Kristen said with a nod, her face tinged a slight red, "have a nice one, don't eat anyone."

IC: Ashley

"There's trouble in Dreamland again...I must go!" 

Cinnabon meowed in agreement.