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| The Baka-Slash-Chibi13 Nostalgia line continues! |
| Are you sure this isn't just because you've run out of new ideas? (Nope. :3 Just mixing in the golden oldies with the new and true.) |
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 Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 7:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 7:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 7:24 pm
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Carmel sighed heavily as she walked up to the door of the Brotherhood house. This should be the place, if she followed the directions exactly. She walked up to the door casually, lifting her compact mirror and eyeing her reflection suspiciously. She had to make sure she looked herself at times, no telling if she accidentally changed her eye color or what not. Nope! Gorgeous as usual! Maybe I should change my eye color... She muttered, staring at her golden eyes suspiciously. While thinking it over, she pulled out a #2 pencil from her blue skinny jean pocket, Not even bothering to so much as glance at the yellow stick, golden shimmer sparked from her hand, engulfing the pencil in golden sparkles. Her luminescent eyes darted towards it momentarily. She smiled as the dust simmered down, and there in the pencil's place was a shiny pink lipgloss. Applying the glossy goodness to her lips, Carmel didn't forget her earlier question. Nah, why would I alter such a pretty face? She joked, stepping up to the door and ringing the bell. Hellooooo??? Anyone home??? |
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 7:34 pm
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 Arya smiled and nodded in agreement. This place was so calming, despite the oddly large number or dead souls floating around. She turned her gaze upwards was she focus on a bright soul. "Is Ms. Jean here? I believe that's the woman that I spoke to." She said softly, remembering how Jean's voice had popped in her head one night during dinner. Her parents had found it disconcerting when she had abruptly stopped their conversation for a few minutes. She had passed it off to them as she forgot what she was going to say.
Clut walked over to Sam and looked her over. "Hey, pinkie," He said, adopting Grey's nick name for Sam, "What can you do? Like what powers do you have?" He asked, Arya looking over at Sam. She was wondering that too.
 Sumina heard Sabertooth burst in from the kitchen, a piece of pizza hanging out of her mouth. "Sabertooth, don't break our door." She snapped, walking over to the two with the pizza still in her mouth and a soda in hand. "Dragon's new here. She don't know her place yet." 'Just go along with what he says. He'll have a fit if you don't.' She told Zeda, taking a drink of soda as if nothing was happening.
Sumina turned to look at the door as it rang and scanned the mind of who ever was there. Her eyes widened and she started laughing, turning to Zeda. "Zeda your about to meet someone more shallow than me." She said as the door swung open with telekinetic force. 'Come on in. We're in the living room.' She said into the girl's mind as she took a bite of pizza.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 8:00 pm
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Carmel jumped when the door swing open, taken aback by a young girl, about her age, answering. Weren't there any, well, supervisors, adults, or hot boys around? She suppressed a frown as she took a large step inside, hardly taken aback by the average looking furniture. Everything was average compared to what she used to live with. She had a yacht for gods sake!
Well, hello there. She smiled a wide pearly grin at the living room occupants as she came to the room. My name is Carmel, and I'll be needing a place to stay for the tim being. Apparently I can't have my own house at age 17, no matter how much money I put in. What. An. Atrocity! I do hope none of you mind, I was told I'de be an acceptable guest here? She didn't bother with a large introduction, surly they must have heard of her, she did come from the wealthiest family around. Sitting casually on a couch, Carmel raked back her hair to behind her shoulders, pulled down her A&F tank top past her hour glass waist and hips, and smiled again at her new found house mates. I'm one of you, you know. A mutant as we are so horribly called. I think we should be called something more ravishing, like, specials or something. I don't know, I've never been great at making names. But not mutant, I mean, we sound like lab experiments! She cried out, shaking her head in disgust.
She turned to the girl who let her in and smiled. What a lovely hair color! Is that natural? She asked. A rain of gold glittered appeared on Carmel's head, forming a bubble of golden dust around her head. When it settled, her hair was the exact same color as the girl. Carmel took out her mirror compact and stared at her reflection, shook her head, and changed back after another shower of gold dust. I don't have the right complexion. Of course, i could if I wanted, but then I wouldn't be myself would I? |
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 1:05 am
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 ◦▹❊*◦▹❊*◦▹Sam Summerfall▹◦*❊▹◦*❊▹◦
aka Redemption
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Sing to me of lovely things. Of butterflies and angel wings. . .
"Um, I'm not really sure. The last I saw, she was at the hospital," Sam explained, her stomach tightening with anxiety. She still felt ashamed at being deceived so much. "But I guess, if she were back, she would probably be up in her office. We can go check really quickly, since I know she would want to meet you anyway."
As she lead them through the hallways, Sam pointed out various details of interest, from the wide open kitchens to the fireplace centered common rooms. When they expressed their curiosity in her powers, Sam blushed, stopping at the base of the main stairwell.
"My powers? Oh, well. I guess the easiest way to explain it is that I create excess life force. It allows me to do things like heal wounds, mimic other mutants abilities and raise the dead," she said, hurrying through the last part.
"What about you? What is your gift?" she asked in return. She wanted to follow Jean's ideal that their mutations were a gift to be proud of, not a curse to be ashamed of. Though she was having trouble believing that for herself, it was easier to help others to see that in themselves.
. . . Then grab my hand and hold me close. Save me from this earthly dose.
Zeda "Dragon" Smith
All that matters in life is survival. . .
"It's only a punishment if I've done something wrong," she snapped, studiously ignoring Sumina's advice. She wasn't going to just roll over and let someone tell her what to do. It was one of the reasons she had left that hell of a life behind. "Otherwise, it's just having some fun."
When Sumina announced the arrival of another person, Zeda took what was left of her rotting meat and set it on the table. The flesh smacked, letting small splatters of ooze and blood speckle the scratched up wooden surface. Then she gave the man a wide birth as she sought out the new girl.
Sumina was right, she thought with dismay as she perched on the arm of the couch. She smelled of expensive perfume and sounded even more petty.
"Apt name for someone who smells so sickeningly sweet," she said sourly.
. . . But crushing the weak is nice too.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 2:07 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 2:17 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 2:20 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 2:36 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 2:41 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 2:54 am
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Zeda "Dragon" Smith
All that matters in life is survival. . .
Zeda had enough time to use her arms to cover her middle when his foot connected with her body. What she was unprepared for was the sheer power behind the attack. Despite her attempts to soften the blow, she was sent through at least two more walls, she lost track after one of the pipes caught her behind the head. Her vision blurred for a slow heartbeat, her body stunned by the ferocity of the blow. Both her arms had shattered, as had her ribs, and spine.
Then she took in a slow and even breath, her second eyelids clouding her sienna eyes momentarily as her body reset itself. Sitting up, she gazed back through the walls at the man who had made them.
"I am no one's plaything," she ground out, her voice ending in a low rumbling hiss. Getting to her feet, she spit into her palms, spreading the vile substance across her knuckles before charging at him. Her body shifted as she ran, covering in a layer of protective scales as her hair folded into its leathery hood.
. . . But crushing the weak is nice too.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 2:57 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 3:14 am
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