Marvel, Rebirth:

IC: Ashley

Ashley stepped out of the room for a moment, but quickly came back, carrying something. Before anyone could ask what she was up to she stuck a thermometer into Dallas' mouth.

IC: Julia

No, I'm not okay, she wanted to shout.

"I'm...I'm fine..."

IC Tokiomi"Quattuor to Jericho," Tokiomi texted back to Rashad's communicator. "Currently in Washington D.C. with no easy access to your location. Where should I meet you?"

IC: John

"Do you need to talk to about what just happened?" he asked softly. He didn't want to prod but maybe he could help her burden if she shared it with him.

"That wasn't the first person you killed was it?" John asked. He honestly couldn't remember if she'd killed before or not.

IC:

 

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

IC:

"You could always hang out with me," Dallas mumbled through the thermometer Ashley had shoved in his mouth. "I just don't want to think about it. If I think about it, I'm gonna flip, I swear to God I'm gonna flip if--"

The world flashed scarlet suddenly, and there was a loud beep; his thermometer had gone off.

"...Whoops."

-Tyler

IC: Julia

Julia winced at the realization that no, the ninja probably hadn't been the first human being she had killed. She pushed herself up and leaned on her elbow.

"The first since Weapon-X, yeah," she answered after a few moments' deliberation. There was another pause, longer this time.

"When you...end another person's life, do you think about Weapon-X? They tried to dehumanize us; eliminate our morals."

She breathed in. Her voice was shaky.

"We say we escaped them, but...did we?"

She wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.

IC: Ashley

Ashley yanked the thermometer out of Dallas' mouth and quickly read the temperature. "98.8! You've got a fever!" She said with a gasping expression.

Ashley started pushing Dallas down in order to make him lie on the bed. "The only way to get better is proper rest!"

IC: Nicole

"Sure I'd love to hang out!" Nicole said as she jumped onto the bed and then began to bounce with eager happiness.

IC: John

John was silent for a moment. In all honesty he tried not to think about Weapon-X. They'd captured him. Turned him into Weapon-X0. Tried to succeed where they'd failed with their father. They'd coated his bones in adamantium and wiped his mind, replacing his real memories with fake ones.

"We did escape them Julia," John said as he looked her in the eyes. "Weapon-X made us kill innocent people. We didn't have a choice we had to do what they said or they'd blow our heads off."

"What happened tonight is different. We had to kill to survive. If we didn't kill those men they would of killed us. They wouldn't give up. Only in death would they stop. Do you see the difference? We had to make a choice to die or to kill men who are ruthless killers. We weren't forced to slaughter innocents."

"I know its hard to forget and let go what they did to us. Maybe we will never be able too. But we have to try. We can't give up and we can't break-down every time we have to defend our own lives. Because face it we're two mutants with knives that pop out of our hands and healing factors. There's going to be a lot of people trying to kill us."

"What Weapon-X did to us was terrible. I still don't even have all of my memories back. There are gaps in what I remember, pieces of my life missing replaced by fake memories. And its all because of them. But they're all dead now. If not then I'd gladly kill them again. My only regret is that I wasn't the one to kill Johnson."

Rashad radioed back."There's a SHIELD safe house in Denver. Get to Denver ASAP and I'll forward the directions. Jericho out."

IC:

Dallas flailed as he was pushed back on his bed and the bed started vibrantly bouncing in the same second; he ended up rolling into the floor with a plop, THUMP! Above him, Ashley and Nicole giggled.

"Owwww."

His hand grabbed at the covers and then Dallas pulled himself back up, the imprint of his rug plastered across one cheek.

-Tyler

IC: Ashley

Giggling uncontrollably, Ashley jumped up onto the bed and started bouncing with Nicole. "We claim this land in the name of girl power!"

IC: Julia

"No, John, I don't see the difference," Julia sobbed. "There is no difference. Nobody deserves to die like that. Nobody."

She sat up and turned to face John.

"There's no way to justify that. Jesus, you ****ing decapitated one of them! "

IC Marianne"Whoever that guy is, he must think he's in some sort of anime. Look at what he's wearing."The Inhuman scientist stood at the door of the Black King's room, taking advantage of the departure of Mr. White and Mr. Black. "He's probably a closet geek at the least, dressing as one of the Sentai. Add that with the idealism channeled in his last appearances and I can say that this guy is probably just a kid .""Anyways, my original intention was to inform you that we now have over 50 litres of Terrigen, as you requested. That will be all, unless you wish for the science team to work on a special project?"

IC:

"Just keep the mist on ice for me," Alaric told her. "I should have it off your hands in a day or two. That should be--Oh, Marriane. I'm expecting a package sometime in the next day or so as well. Could you have your team keep it protected for me until I arrive?"

-Tyler

IC: John

He stared at Julia as she turned and screamed at him.

"You're right. There's no justifying what I do Julia. Weapon-X did something to me. I was violent before but I was worse after. You won't have to take any more lives. I'll make sure you don't. I'll do it for you. I'm numb to it." it was true, John hadn't even felt anything when he'd killed the three men back there.

"We should get some rest. We've been through a lot and we have a long flight ahead of us."

IC: Nicole

"No boys allowed!"

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Dallas wordlessly climbed onto the bed and looked down at Nicole, then at Ashley, then back at Nicole. He shrugged.

-Tyler

IC:

Aboard the Helicarrier, Sam was working. She had been given a space to conduct her studies and various experiments, and had been promised that unless it was something magic-related, she wouldn't be interrupted. It also was for most of the SHIELD personnel's safety.

For example, if the person who lacked in the right magical wards walked into the room right now, they might accidentally set off the magic circles that Sam had oh-so-carefully set up over the past several hours. And as anyone who knew about what Sam was doing would know that such an event might result in a decent-sized explosion.

Or it would turn everything in the room into chocolate and bunnies. Whichever it would be, it would be most despicable. That's also why Sam locked the door to the space so that anyone without the right privileges wouldn't be able to accidentally walk in looking for the toilet or something like that. Upon reaching the point to where she was satisfied with her work, she placed a 'small' cinderblock in the middle of the room, where all the circles converged, and began her incantation. Upon finishing, she closed her eyes and half-expected the room to blow up. Fortunately, it did no such thing.

When Sam re-opened her eyes, she was quite surprised that nothing had been even disintegrated this time. Unfortunately, the cinderblock still remained, and the circles were a smoldering mess. Sighing, Sam cleaned up the mess before unlocking the door and heading through the helicarrier in search of food and cheap entertainment.

It was break-time.

OOC: "Sam", open to interact.

IC: Song

Nothing could have prepared the institute for this. Nothing. She didn't look like much, but Song was a menace. A happy, somewhat psychotic one, but still. Anyone could get an eyefull of this wolf in neon pink sheep's skin and would know to steer clear.

Said wolf was currently knocking on the institute's front door faster than an ADHD kid hopped up on Red Bull could have dreamed to.

"Helloooooooooo? Anyone there?"

OOC: Open for interaction.

IC: Ashley

Ashley stared wide eyed at Dallas for a moment, before latching onto his right arm, "Trespasser! Now you're our prisoner!" She cackled deviously.

IC: Krystal - SHIELD Helicarrier -

Krystal sat in the lounge room, her eyes glued to the book in her hands, as she rested against the couch, her tail was stretched across the couch, nearly touching the other side. Yeah that's right, a tail. The otherwise human-looking agent sported a pair of large wolf ears and a long bushy tail, the fur very much like a timber wolf. She didn't mind people asking her about it, or her mutant status. It wasn't wise however to insult her mutant status, not if you wanted your face to remain symmetrical. Despite being one of the newer agents stationed on the Helicarrier everyone became quickly aware of this. Especially after that incident in the food court, but no one talked about that.

She turned another page as the automatic doors swung open, Krystal's ears naturally turned toward the source of the sound. Krystal paused her reading just for a moment to catch a glimpse at who had just entered.

"Ah, hello Sam." Krystal recognized the magician instantly, as Krystal often saw Sam come here in search for food. The mini-fridge always managed to have something inside it. Krystal was basically always here, when she wasn't working. Which recently had been quite often.

With the initial greeting done with Krystal was already back to reading her book.

IC:

"Krystal," She said, opening up said mini-fridge in search of sustenance. After a solid minute of being unable to find anything, she closed the fridge abruptly, looking slightly flustered. After a solid minute of thinking, she turned back to Krystal, "Say. Would you mind me borrowing a hair, would you?"

IC: Krystal - SHIELD Helicarrier -

"A hair?" Krystal asked, putting the book on her lap. "What kind of hair?"

IC:

"Your hair, of course. I'd assume since it's similar to lupine hair, it would work perfectly fine for what I intend to do."

IC: Krystal - SHIELD Helicarrier -

"Ah, I was just making sure you weren't asking about my 'normal' hair." She swished her raven hair around for a bit.

"You can have a hair off my tail." Krystal plucked one as she spoke, holding it up toward Sam. "What do you intent to do with it, may I ask?"

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"Wolf hair has magical properties. I'm trying to figure a way to convert a cinderblock into gold."

IC Ppeter"Ow..."The physics teacher had woken up and after destroying the oragami frogs that somebody had unceremoniously dumped on him, he walked back towards the cafeteria. Walking through and grabbing a burrito, he headed in the general direction of the Institute's front door. Then he heard the doorbell ring. Getting the door, he opened it and looked at the person who had knocked. "Hello. You are..."

IC: Krystal - SHIELD Helicarrier -

"Wow."

IC:

"What is 'wow' about that?"

IC: Krystal - SHIELD Helicarrier -

"Just, turning stuff into gold. Pretty crazy."

IC:"I'm Song!" Song chirped excitedly. "Although the other me calls herself 'Sierra'." she giggled. "Any-who, do you know how to enroll here? I don't really know what to do."

IC:

"It's not an easy task. There hasn't seemed to be a clear-cut way for a magic-user to turn one thing into another in forever. It's been a goal of almost anyone who knows magic to try to accomplish such a task."

IC: Krystal - SHIELD Helicarrier -

"Shame there isn't someone out there with the power to turn anything into gold."

IC Peter"Um..." Peter had honestly not been prepared for this. "Um... I guess that you would either talk to Headmaster Worthington or Dr. Thomas about that. Hold on." Walking up to one of the school's built in phones, he dialed the number of the counselor's office; if that didn't work, Peter would have to call the Headmaster, and knowing him...

IC:

"A shame that no one has the innate ability to do that. That would be so helpful."

IC: Song"Thanks! I really appreciate it." she smiled.

IC: Krystal - SHIELD Helicarrier -

"Yeah, a shame." Krystal went back to reading her book. After a long awkward silence, she sighed. "You wouldn't mind if I watched your attempt would you? There's only so many times I can read Much Ado About Nothing." Apparently this was the only book she'd ever been seen reading thus far.

IC Tokiomi"Safe house in Denver..."One hour later, Tokiomi was on the highway headed for Colorado. Driving a black car with no insignia (for stealth purposes), he whistled to himself as he drove. "What a pain," he thought. "I seriously need to get Persephone to help me with that armor design."

IC: "Hello," Brianne said quietly "I've just come back after a long time and I'd like to see if room 317 is still free?

IC

"I wouldn't know that," the counsellor replied. "I'd go check with the main office, or with Headmaster Warrington. I'm sorry I can't be of more help. If you'll excuse me, I'm currently in a meeting."

She shut the door, hoping she hadn't come off as overly brusque, and took her seat behind the desk again. "I'm sorry," she said apologetically. "As I was saying, Kristen: it makes no difference whom you're attracted to. I am, however, a little concerned with your self-identity. I want you to be happy with the body you're in."

Pulling a drawer open, she produced a thin, empty journal. "I want you to write down your thoughts and feelings regarding the gender of your current body. There's no due date. Just process your own thoughts and write them down so you can organize how you feel."

A calendar hung on the wall; it was mostly empty. Dr Thomas glanced at it, then looked back at Kristen.

"I'm free just about every day, so come in again any time you need help. Work on that journal though, and let's schedule another meeting a few weeks from now, okay?"

Shiloh smiled as she looked at her new seat buddy, he was a lot easier on the eyes, but that was an understatement. "Well, the streets taught me more than school ever did."

"I'll drink to that," Dominik toasted pre-emptively as he gestured to the flight attendant for two cocktails. "This aircraft isn't American, and we're not in American airspace, so I figure I can let you get away with having one drink. But don't tell your brother."

"My brother would feel left out if I told him." She said, ending with a smirk.

"Well, we'll just have to avoid telling him when we see him, if it means hurt feelings."

"Yeah, those are never good, especially when I can feel everything he does."

Dominik smiled to himself and murmured a soft "thank you" to the attendant as she handed him their cocktails.

 

IC Marianne"Whoever that guy is, he must think he's in some sort of anime. Look at what he's wearing."The Inhuman scientist stood at the door of the Black King's room, taking advantage of the departure of Mr. White and Mr. Black. "He's probably a closet geek at the least, dressing as one of the Sentai. Add that with the idealism channeled in his last appearances and I can say that this guy is probably just a kid .""Anyways, my original intention was to inform you that we now have over 50 litres of Terrigen, as you requested. That will be all, unless you wish for the science team to work on a special project?"

 

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"Just keep the mist on ice for me," Alaric told her. "I should have it off your hands in a day or two. That should be--Oh, Marriane. I'm expecting a package sometime in the next day or so as well. Could you have your team keep it protected for me until I arrive?"

 

-Tyler

 

IC: Marianne

"Will do," the chemist replied, and she stepped out of the room. Relaying Mr. Carlisle's orders to science department head, she decided to check on the Black Queen. The vampire may have more interest in the drug than the King. Marianne walked up to Lynae's bedroom and waited.

IC: Peter

"Hello? Student services? Ah... Un, sorry Song! It may take awhile!" Why wasn't Dr. Thomas picking up? Peter wondered whether he should call Mr. Worthington.

IC:

"Thank you, and may you see better, somewhat less explosion-filled days henceforth."

With those parting words, Cynegild entered the hotel, and strolled briskly through the lobby, eyes roving across it as he admired the decor - nothing special by some standards, but it was his belief that too much ostentatious wealth, too much gaudy overdecoration, robbed one of the joy of admiring a true master's art - rich, but not gaudy, and rarely more than five colours in view at once. Quite nicely done, though a few more plants would have suited his tastes better.

Thirteen minutes remaining, and Cynegild Picker stepped into the elevator, where another snappy dresser with stories to tell was available to push the buttons for him - it was nice, if not actually to know people, then at least to know people who know other people.

Cynegild would have preferred to make every surface in the elevator a mirror, but the way this was done was acceptable as well. Just over a minute and an unremarkable conversation later, the doors opened, and he was one step closer to having a plan.