Marvel, Rebirth:

IC:

Out of the corner of her eye, Kristen Hailey saw a TV with the Vincent Jackson Jr. Mc-I-Hate-You-All--Kill-Him-Already show.

She resisted the violent urge to flip the TV off, then rip it from where it was mounted, and smash it to pieces. Then proceed to beat up the manager of the store that it belonged to.

Instead, she settled to shuddering violently, ignoring her food for a brief moment to glare violently at the TV.

IC: Ashley

"Not at all!" Ashley said, grinning. "I'm Ashley, and this is Cinnabon!" The cat meowed in greeting.

IC: Sierra/Song"He's adorable!" squeed Sierra, just noticing the other cat. "Oh, and this is Mia. She must have jumped out of my bag when she smelled Cinnabon. I'm new here, by the way." she smiled.

IC: Nicole

She giggled a bit as Dallas fell when they both let go. She then watched with awe as another cat came to the door and started to meet with Cinnabon.

"Dallas is missing out!" Nicole smiled. "Good thing I trained him to respond to his name. Oh Dallas!!" Nicole said as she moved past the girl standing outside Ashley's room and shouted down the hall. She waited until she saw a black and white Siamese cat with blue eyes pad down the hall with a small baggie of cat-nip clutched in his mouth and a mischievous look on his cat face.

"Isn't he just adorable?" she asked as Dallas stopped at her feet and then glanced at the other cats before sniffing the air.

IC: Feral

John glanced at Betsy, "I wasn't trying to make a joke. I thought both of you had died, I'm sort of in awe here. I was always a very big fan."

"But uh, I guess I should probably leave. If you ever want to try some memory therapy I'll be around. Is my old room still available?" John asked. Hopefully it was since all of his stuff had been left inside.

IC: Mimic

"Okay then we can get you more clothes like that, but you don't want more copies of the exact same outfit right? Like the same colors and everything?"

She then finished her chicken sandwich and turned to glance at the TV Kristen was looking at. "I hate that they'd play such filth here."

OOC: Might help to know exactly what she's wearing currently.

IC: Horace (Jackson's Show, Answering Questions)

"A Mutant reserve you say?" Horace chuckled, "I'm touched Mr. Jackson, I didn't know you wanted to protect us, after all that is generally the purpose of reserves correct? To protect the species within them." Horace paused for a moment before continuing.

"And well I suppose I can agree with Humans getting countries," Horace smiled, "After all Mr. Jackson you are aware that Mutants are still humans, same way as the White Tiger or Blue Lobster, which are both mutants, are in fact still part of their species. A mutation Mr. Jackson is when a change occurs in a species, hence calling us Mutants only solidifies that we are humans."

"Well, I suppose some of the Gods and Aliens may be annoyed at not getting countries." Horace added somewhat offhandedly.

IC: Dante (Bus, Talking to Gabe)

The Italian merely raised an eyebrow at first, he wasn't used to random strangers poking him awake and then saying hi. A feeble "Hello" in response was all he could manage.

IC: Gabriel

"Want to play a game?"

IC: Dante (Bus, Talking to Gabe)

"Sure?" Dante replied, not entirely sure where this was going.

IC: Dante(Bus, Playing game with Gabe)

Dante glanced down and widened his eyes, who would've thought he'd run into someone else who played. "Yeah, care for a duel?"

IC:

"It should be. The new faces we've gotten all fit into empty dorms so far, so if someone's taken up residence in your room it's probably because of one of the turf wars going on in that part of the Institute," Warren told him nonchalantly, still combing through his file and holding another one - older, this time - in his hands. "Good luck, Howlett."

IC:

"Does that cat know how to open his own catnip bag?" the kitten's namesake asked incredulously as he pulled himself into a sitting position. His room was going to have cat hair in it for weeks if he didn't cause some kind of distraction...

-Tyler

IC: Feral John nodded with nothing left to say. He took one last glance at Betsy and then turned and left the office. There was something John wanted to ask Warren. Something he never could. Something that would have ruined his chance to get back into the school. He'd wanted to ask him how he could live with himself after killing Ashlynn, after killing a real angel. John moved through the school. His eyes taking in every detail of his childhood home. Soon he found himself in the boys dorm. It was easy to find his old room. It was the only one with three large slash marks in the door. John tried the handle and found that his old room was locked. He shrugged before sliding out a single bone claw. Covering the claw with his organic metal he thrust it into the key-hole of the handle. After twisting it a bit and destroying the handle the lock clicked open. John pushed open his door and stepped inside his room. It looked exactly how he'd left it. Except a lot dustier. John's Kid Cudi poster was still plastered on the wall along with a poster of his father in full X-Men gear. There was even the slashes in his wall from when he'd gotten angry. Along with the large bunk-bed that at one time he and Dallas had shared. John flopped down onto the bottom bunk and stated upwards lost in thought. IC: Nicole "Sometimes, if not I open it for him." She shrugged. "He gets kind of spastic when he opens it though."

IC:

Dallas blinked a couple times at the cat as he did, in fact, start twitching around with his paws and face, trying to open up the bag. What the...

IC:

"He's going to be a problem down the line," Warren said to Betsy over his shoulder after John had walked out, staring at the door. "Logan was one thing, but this kid is a whole 'nother animal, Betts, I can sense it."

-Tyler

IC: Sierra/SongSierra set Mia down on the floor near cat Dallas, intent on observing their interaction. "My cat isn't big on catnip, but she likes meeting other members of her species."

OOC: My profiles, Kristen's appearance section.

IC:

"Copies of the same outfit? Last time I checked, I wasn't Bruce Banner," Kristen said, finishing the last of her meal, "Different colours would be nice. So would a pair of pajamas."

IC: Ashley

"Wow, he really likes his catnip." Ashley commented with a bit of wonder as she set Cinnabon down so he could interact with the other cats.

IC: Krystal

"So, butter is involved...." Krystal mused as she watched Sam place them around the circle. "To give that gold a savory taste?"

IC:

"Because this Butter is yellow. So is gold. Or at least, the Gold I want to make."

IC: Krystal

"Now I really want popcorn..."

IC:

"I don't have much popcorn," Sam said, frowning as she finished most of her preparations, "Perhaps we should pause to get some?"

IC: Krystal

"That's okay, we can get some after you're done with the spell."

IC: Nicole Nicole watched as Dallas held the bag down with a paw and then opened it with his jaws. He flopped on the floor and began to rub his face in the bag before he began to roll on the floor showing his pink belly which he seemed he wanted to be rubbed. IC: Mimic "Okay that's what Ah thought." She said as she inhaled some fries.OOC: but that's so much work XD jk

OOC: Quit being lazy! That's my job =P

IC:

"Slow down a bit, you might choke on something!" Kristen warned, watching in awe as her sister seemed to indulge a never-ending hunger.

IC:

"The cat's a stoner."

-Tyler

IC: Ashley

"He's just like you Dallas!" Ashley chirped, watching as Cinnabon sniffed Dallas cat curiously.

IC: "We're supposed to be maintaining a low profile," Magnitude mumbled in a grumbly fashion. However the shrewd observer would have noticed that he hadn't precisely said 'no'...

IC: "You won't need to be taking everyone," Persephone pointed out to Mikhail, "Just you and Harken, the two targets and the eavesdropper. He can probably go in the boot. I can fly above you and Miss Laurent..." She turned to the mutant, "Well I'm afraid Miss Laurent that this is as far as I can let you go. This is an active SHIELD operation, we can't let you just tag along because you happened to wander into the area. I can take you to wherever you wish to be dropped off if you need a lift."

IC:

"Aww... I want to bring her along!" Trinity complained, saddened by the prospect of losing her new friend.

"Let's get started then," Sam said, stepping out of the circles, and began reciting the words for the spell in the magical language.

IC: Sierra/Song"I almost forgot, did any of you know a Jeremy Wagner?"

IC:

"Errr...not very well, but yeah, we all knew Jeremy," Dallas said, thinking for a second of a grainy image frozen for all time on an Alameda flatscreen. Flames, and burnt flesh, and passers-by. Ashlynn. Las Vegas.

While he'd been in California with Ashley. And Nicole.

-Tyler

IC: Mikhail"Putting him in the trunk may be detrimental to his health."

IC: Ashley

Ashley's lips quivered.

IC: Aella

"Nope, she gets to stay." If Trinity wanted the new girl to stay, then she was gonna stay. "I don't know what an active SHIELD operation is, and I don't give a ######. If Tera can't come then I'm not coming with you guys either..." I attempted to move toward the car door to exit the vehicle, I was quite serious about this. I didn't have to go with these schmucks if I didn't want to.

IC: (Vince Jackson Jr.)

Vince gave his VINCE JACKSON CHUCKLE ^TM, a rough sound similar to a cat hawking up a hair-ball. "That's ridiculous. Every sensible person knows that Aliens are a LIE, concocted by the government to destroy AMERICA!"

IC:Stay." Tera said firmly, pushing Aella back into her seat. Even though the other woman wasn't currently strong enough to resist, one surprising fact made itself clear; the makeshift medic was strong enough to keep her there anyway. The mutant listened to the proceedings silently, blowing a wisp of her hair out of her face. She looked at Trinity curiously for a moment, before glancing at the SHIELD officers."Regrettably, I can't do that. You've got a concussed individual, with the potential for other traumas as well, seeing as she went through a car crash, and not one of you has medical training, or you'd have recognized that right away. I can't in good conscience allow them to leave my supervision until there's someone qualified."A pause, and a wry grin. "If you're worried that I'm a rogue element, I assure you, any of you could take me. I'm pacifist ninety nine percent of the time."

IC: Sierra"I haven't really kept in touch with any of the X-Men since Las Vagas, and just wondered what happened to him." she knelt down and started petting cat Dallas.

IC: Julia

Julia tapped another message in and hit send.

I don't suppose you'd know where Alex is, would you?

IC: Krystal

Krystal watched intently as Sam began her incantations. Waiting to see what would happen, and if she'd have to take cover or not.

IC: Aella

My lips formed into a pout as Tera forced me back into my seat. The only reason I didn't protest or make a fuss was because Tera was insisting on staying.

OOC Nobody other than Mikahil and Persephone notices the man with a bleeding forehead?IC Reyson"Uwah... Mr. McCoy, my head hurts... Soccerball hit my head... Dallas, don't ignore me... Why can't I hear anybody's thoughts?" Reyson seemed to be reliving the moment in his life where he lost most of his powers, also from a blow to the head. To the SHIELD agents, it wouldn't make much sense. After all, why would they know the details of this man's life?

IC: Mimic"Ah've been so busy looking for Chris that ah haven't eaten much lately, okay?"IC: Nicole"Isn't he cute?" She asked after Dallas called the cat a stoner. He reminded me if Christmas. She grew quiet when the girl asked about Jeremy. She remembered what he looked like but hadn't talked much to him. She felt it wasn't her place to speak.Cat Dallas purred as Siera rubbed his belly. IC: FeralJohn lay on his bed for several minutes before he decided to see who he knew was still around. He sniffed the air and began to sift through the various scents that filled his nostrils. He caught a whiff of one familiar scent he hadn't smelled in a long time. A scent John knew as well as the back of his hand: Dallas. John smelled his best friend. John hadn't seen Dallas longer then a year and a half. The last time he'd seen him Dallas had left for Cali with Ashley. Before Vegas. Before everything went to heII. John was out of his bed in an instant. He began to pull off his ninja suit since it seemed strange to still be wearing it. He tossed the black armored suit into his closet and then placed his katanas in there as well. John glanced through his old closet before pulling on a black T shirt and some fades jeans and a pair of old skate shoes. John then started down the following the scent. He came into he vicinity of Dallas' room in time to hear Siera's question. "Jeremy Wagner was killed by Ashlynn Summers." John said holloway as he moved forward. His words brought something back. Jeremy laying in the ground; half of his body burned away. The smell of ash and death. "Hey there Cali."IC: Scorcher"Right a low profile. The Brotherhood is turning over a new leaf. But I still can tell you miss the fights. I do sometimes. I won't hope for a fight, but I could go for a little excitement."

IC TokiomiEvery night, Tokiomi would have the same dream.He would dream that he was standing in a white expanse, with a flat white floor and white sky; the epitome of a blank space. The only thing that interrupted this wall of white was the image of a teenage boy sitting on a wooden stool."它完成了嗎？ <Is it finished?>""れが終了していない <It has not been completed>".The boy would then sigh a tired sigh, his posture sagging. Silence would ensue, with neither of them breaking the silence. Finally, Tokiomi would always ask "What is it like in there.""... Peaceful." The answer he would get every time."And you do not wish to come out?""No."Tokiomi would then turn, and walk away from the boy. That was when he would always wake up."Ugh..." Tokiomi slowly woke up in his car. He hadn't found the need to stay at a hotel, so he had just fond an overnight parking spot and slept the night. Time: 0345 hours. Location: Springfield, Illinois. Time to destination: approximately 14 hours. Sighing, he started up the car...

IC: Horace (Jackson's Show, Asking the Questions)

Horace smiled, things were going perfectly, Jackson kept further and further down the hole. Already the man had dropped so many of Horace's points, which as any debate listening knew, silence was considered consent. Essentially Jackson had consented to everyone of Horace's points, which was working out in his favors. Of course the stupidest was only coming out now when Jackson straight stated his belief that aliens were not real.

"Well I suppose you just put the good folks up at S.W.O.R.D. out of business. Not to mention angered those poor sods around the world who seem the subject of alien attacks. New York especially. "

Regardless even if Aliens don't exist, "What about Namor?"

IC: Dante (Bus, Winning the 2nd Duel)

Dante let out a sigh of relief he had finally beaten Gabe's troll deck, for the second time. When the duel was ending, Dante possessed three Xyz monsters and Stardust to Gabe's clear field. Honestly though his Constellars had faced a rough fight, it was like Gabe took every annoying card in the game and shoved it into his deck. For a while Dante was sweating while his life points were at 200 and Gabe had 9600, still, in the end, skill had won out against troll.

Just as Gabe was about to challenge Dante to another duel the bus came to a sudden stop, apparently they had arrived at another stop. Dante glanced over to see what new and interesting people would be climbing aboard.