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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2016 0:14:35 GMT -5
ahhh thanks man!! connie is one of my fav charries tbh so it means a lot haha. i'm really likin emma tho gotta say, even if she's probably gonna get herself killed lol
man u can't be asking tough questions like this. uhhh probably robin omg that ending was so bad??? i dont even understand it tbh
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 21, 2016 0:29:28 GMT -5
tbh Emma is kinda trying to get herself killed. She is one of my most troubled characters. Thanks man she's like my only female character though also one of my favorites
robin's my favorite too and i'm contemplating making an oc with Colbie Smulders as a faceclaim. I just like to pretend that that moment never happened. I hate the fact that they were planning to screw us over like that since the beginning its really messed up
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 21, 2016 0:36:58 GMT -5
[ Wisdom teeth are the worst thing to exist I wish I didn't need to have mine pulled but they were coming in crooked. I've been in pain for a week and I just ran out of pain killers they prescribed me. Imma die ]
Jaime watched Connie in amusement, because at first she seemed to be thinking something bitter after Armise giving them his actual name, her body language all telling that she was not exactly happy about this new bit of information-- but just like that, her expression became something next to cocky as she reassured Armise that she was the best shot ''in the west''. With Armise on rifle and Connie with a pistol, Jaime couldn't help but give a crooked grin, and said with a light, teasing tone, "Got ourselves our very own Annie Oakley and Billy the Kid." Despite his time-to-time slurring speech, loony laugh, and the habit of zoning out a lot, Jaime was a bit of a history nerd, especially when it came to the west and all it's rebels and outlaws. Guns made him uneasy, almost sick to his stomach, but at this very moment, surrounded by crazy, bloodthirsty mutants, Jaime was grateful for the two who could use them. As long as the barrels weren't pointed at him. Connie was the one to pull Jaime from his thoughts, with her flashing the group a sight of her stomach- and the long, gash-like scar cutting it in two. At first, Jaime only saw it as just that, a scar, but as his bright green eyes studied it intensely, taking advantage of his heat-vision, noticed something.. off about the colors that engulfed her abdomen. Her whole body was made up of warm reds and cooling oranges, but her stomach... something cold and unnervingly the colors of cold blue and purples were tucked away in there. Blinking, Jaime pulled his gaze away, a sheepish expression on his face as he realized he might of been staring a bit longer than necessary.But as curious eyes glanced at her face, Jaime agreed that she was right, there's always more than meets the eye. It was what Armise said that left a slight surprised look on Jaime's scarred face, and left him staring as usual, slit-pupils dilating only a bit as he stood straight and let out an amused huff. "Of course you do, everyone cares now a-days what type of mutant you are, whether you're helpful or just a detriment to today's 'civilized society',"Jaime said, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the end of his sentence. He wasn't trying to be rude, but more realistic in his opinion. Before Jaime could stop himself, he shuffled closer to Armise and with fluidity, placed a spindly, dirty hand on one of Armise's shoulders, in a friendly manner of course. "Now I believe it does matter what happens to ya, being you've forced the little bit of humanity in us all to care,"Jaime said, a mixture of sympathy and teasing in his voice as he gave the man a small shake before dropping his hand. "We've all been in a tight spot, and we've all been through the muck. But, we've survived as you can see,"Jaime continued, running his free hand through the tangled mohawk, soft against his rough hand. "And fightin's never been easy, but I think we're good for it, especially that chica over there,"he said lastly, pointing his machete towards Emma, dropping it besides him with a toothy grin. He was trying to be positive, trying to keep up some type of morale for this vagabond group. But Jaime was starting to feel an itch, his scales constantly shifting and settling, as if impatient. His fangs never seemed to be running out the poisonous, acidic venom, as it constantly was dripping, running lines down his chin, and it took a lot from letting the crud touch any form of his clothing. Jaime was honestly feeling antsy, something primal in him begging for a tussle, and even though Armise really didn't sound desperate for a fight(none of them did in all honesty) a part of Jaime was. It made his mouth water, pupils constrict even more to the point he didn't even have them. He needed too, as he said before, chill. Jaime's piercing gaze fell on Jason next, listening as the boy made some pretty good points. The plan needed more details, actual steps, not just vague ones that left everyone to their own ideas of what each one meant in exact action. When Jason asked what everyone's mutation could specifically do, Jaime couldn't help but shrink back a bit, feeling suddenly... embarrassed? "Well, uh, so far this coating of scales I got here on my arms, neck, chest, and back are similar to armor. Not as tough as what those guys probably got on out there, but it can take a couple bullets and slashes until it breaks,"Jaime said, voice undoubtedly smaller, almost shy. "Heat-seeking vision is helpful, but won't do much for damage--- now these,"-Jaime pushed a finger tip at one of his fangs, causing it to gently pierce the skin without much pressure-"Can do some damage, especially when they secrete this greenish colored venom into the wound. Shoot, stuff doesn't even need an opening, got some acidic property, just gotta land on the skin and cause somebody a mess of trouble." His tone quickly turned to prideful, because in a sense he was proud about how much damage he could deal, despite him needing to be close to the enemy to deal it. There was one more thing Jaime's mutation could do, but, similar to the way his skin needs to be ripped apart for the reptile scales to emerge, this one also made him feel sick about himself. Without a word, Jaime began to open his mouth to as wide as it could go--- for a normal human being. Sadly, Jaime was not one, and with an uncomfortable grunt, squeezing his eyes closed, his lower jaw seemed to let out a loud snapping, popping noise as the joint became so flexible that he was able to detach it. His mouth was unnervingly wide enough for anyone gaze inside, and it gave his face an even more hideous appearance, the scar tissue around the right side of his face stretched painfully, the missing flesh that should of made up the rest of his mouth on the right almost looked as if it could ripped further. It was only a couple of seconds before Jaime shut his mouth closed, fast, with a powerful snap of teeth and fangs, the lower jaw popping back into place naturally. Jaime slowly opened his eyes then, but they wouldn't meet anyone's face, only stayed lowered, like he was ashamed. He didn't say anything, just stood there, back sloughing over once more, body language closed off.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 21, 2016 0:50:11 GMT -5
[ oh god that sounds horrible rip. i hope u feel better soon m8, all of ya ]
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 21, 2016 0:52:58 GMT -5
[ I'm sorry you got sick feeling Pineapple, that's the worst especially when you feel like you're so bad the hospital is needed
thanks blue ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2016 0:58:55 GMT -5
Oh shoot it's my turn to reply isn't it hahahahaha :|
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 21, 2016 1:00:22 GMT -5
[ shhhh u got this fam. just rootin' shootin' Connie ]
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 21, 2016 1:02:14 GMT -5
that sounds worse than me gryffin. I just can't handle pain which makes things awful for me
btw dude Jaime is awesome and if he couldn't melt me i would hug him
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 21, 2016 1:08:24 GMT -5
[ You guys are all so talented I believes in youu ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭
Oh no, I've been in a moody mood all day because of pain, I completely understand you.
Thank you Jaime would love hugs but he's an awkward lanky noodle with gross teeths ʕง•ᴥ•ʔง ]
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 21, 2016 1:10:55 GMT -5
[ just wrap Jaime up in saran wrap and see how it goes. it'll be fineeee ]
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 21, 2016 1:14:14 GMT -5
[ Oh my gosh, yup, totally, he's use to it anyways ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2016 1:14:44 GMT -5
tfw u love a character's faceclaim too much and use 5000000 gifs oh geeez
K I'm gonna type it wish me luck lol
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 21, 2016 1:16:25 GMT -5
i know the feeling bio only i just look them up and forget to save the ones i like
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 21, 2016 1:19:28 GMT -5
[ Good luck rain, good luck ヽ( ̄(エ) ̄)ノ ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2016 1:36:58 GMT -5
Connie wasn't concerned by the staring. She had spent more than enough time chained up to wall and ogled at, she was practically desensitized. So when Jaime looked up to meet her eyes, she tossed a playful wink to perhaps ease his worries. Besides, who wouldn't be fascinated by her scar? Her intention was to be vague and leave it to the imagination, hoping they might think of things much nicer than the reality.
She let out a scornful snort when Armise mentioned how he didn't care about them being stage two mutants. Ah, yes, that was precisely why he had slaughtered hundreds of them, right? Old habits died hard, she doubted he sincerely cared what happened to the two of them, as much as he may hope he did. Unfortunately, he was her best option right now so she nodded along to his plan. Having no clue what he had actually meant, she was glad to have Jason question the specifics.
Now, for show and tell, it seemed. Watching Jaime's jaw... thing, her own jaw dropped a bit, eyes wide. Well that was highly disturbing, she had to admit. But all that came out of her mouth was an almost admiring, "Sick." Connie pushed herself to a straight sitting position, her chest swelling a bit with pride as she pulled out her second pistol and proceeded to do a few fancy moves with them. Tossing, spinning, switching hands- the whole trick shot shabang. "You know what they say. Don't bring a knife to a gun fight." Then, shoving the right pistol back into its holster and placing the other by her side, her haughtiness subsided. Jaime had told them everything, it was only fair she did the same, right? "And I can- well..." Connie anxiously bit her lip, unbuttoning her flannel entirely. The scar began to split apart, what looked to be flaps of flesh folding back until a gaping hole was left in place in the middle of her body. And inside of it? A tangled mass of black tentacles squirming within her body, which began to spill out, as if seeking something to squeeze to death or devour. It was entirely in her control, of course, but looked unsettling, nonetheless. "I can eat people."
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 21, 2016 2:14:06 GMT -5
Armise mentally chastised himself at Jason's confusion, realizing that he was making plans for a group and not just himself. Of course the string of words he'd created made total sense to him, but none of them appeared to be mind readers. "Ah- sorry. I'm sorry," he laughed a bit nervously, reaching to smooth his feathers down and offer a sheepish smile. "What I mean is, out of their ten they have two people designated as trackers, the type of mutants that are good at hunting," he began explaining, once again drawing in the dust, brow furrowed thoughtfully as he tried to transfer his plan to words. "If we can take those two out, it'll be a lot easier getting away. Once they're gone, all we have to do is confuse their numbers enough to be split up and then we can make a break for Kilo."
Back up plan...ahh. Yeah that was important. "If things go awry, then just run. Do not stand and fight." Simple enough, right? Though he figured that was common sense. None of them looked in proper shape to take on all ten of the small Belladonna squad. Plus, it would be worse invoking the wrath of the whole group.
Still, that wasn't enough. Taking out the trackers was a familiar echo of old orders, and he knew that this time he had to follow them. It was a repeated, painful phrase in his head, insisting that this group had done so many bad things that killing them had to be done, but it was hard not to picture the consequences, the family they'd leave behind. Armise sucked in a strained breath and pressed his lips into a firm line. "I can um...I can take out the trackers, then we can distract them, maybe one of you guys can pretend to ask to be recruited or something."
With the touch to his shoulder he was briefly snapped out of his thoughts, giving Jaime a surprised and vaguely confused look, then transferring it to the rest of the group. Oh jeeze. He kind of just wanted to sink in his coat and disappear, this was embarrassing and just awful. He wasn't here to change their mind. He tried to crack a smile at the guy's joke as well, but it didn't look very convincing. Connie's snort did not help either, but he couldn't blame her, and didn't. He trusted them, but it was only understandable that they didn't return the favor. At least rallying was working out surprisingly well!! 10 points for him.
And thennn show and tell started, and Armise had not been ready for what he was getting into. Seeing Jaime display his mutations, he was caught in it, eyes snapped wide and face frozen in what was probably a mixture of shock, fear, and guilt. Sure, he wanted to think that the prejudices he'd lived and embodied were fading with time and exposure, but memories didn't break so easy. He shifted almost suddenly, pressing himself back against the wall, clenching a fist by his thigh. He couldn't stop looking, couldn't stop himself from seeing, the sight of it giving him a cold, shivery feeling that ran up from his hands all the way to his throat. Was he still breathing? He wasn't sure. A heavy, thudding pressure squeezed his head and he sat so still, so strained that it looked almost like he was dead. And then when Connie's body peeled open right in front of him, he stared into the middle, the horrifying void, and saw a scratchy mess of memories. Memories of mutants he'd killed, memories of mutants that had killed people he knew. Maybe if he squeezed himself into the corner some more he could escape from it all. His heartbeat drummed in his chest, a display of obvious fear.
It took a few prolonged seconds for him to rip his eyes away and pick himself back up, dragging his brain up from the pit it had plummeted into. "Ahhh-" he breathed nervously, wiping his cold nose and flicking a glance over his shoulder back into the rain. Ah god, no one look at me. "All I have now are heightened senses. I'm sorry." He didn't make it clear what he was apologizing for, but the look on his face said 'everything.'
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 21, 2016 2:19:06 GMT -5
"Nice one." Mikey said, letting out another gravelly laugh as he hopped down from the trees, and even though he looked at ease he was on alert. This guy was a burglar, and could rob Mikey at any moment. But, Mikey could take him on. Maybe get a couple more scars in the process. He needs to add to his collection. Now that was a weird thought that definitely earned a shove to the back of his mind. Both pairs of his ears twitched as he walked alongside the other, kicking at a stone every couple steps with complete boredom with his worn down shoes. He was wondering what to say exactly, something that he would preferably be able to communicate through gestures. He doesn't do the English very well, so he prefers to use movements and the like. But nobody gets what he says so Mikey ends up switching to voice anyways. "So is this all you do?" Mikey said, looking at the stone he was kicking as he spoke. He wondered if this was all that the other did, which was indeed the robbing, following people around like a stalker, and other things along those weird lines. This guy was nefarious, most likely, resorting to crime to get by. If that fact was true, Mikey didn't exactly blame him. It was hard enough getting a job nowadays. Even harder getting housing in the few settlements that were left and that were still active. Not to mention food and drink. That's really why Mikey found it easier to stick to the forest, for the most part cut off from society, because it had all he ever needed. Food, shelter, warmth, everything to stay alive was right there.
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 21, 2016 2:25:26 GMT -5
ah i forgot to respond to you im sorry. these responses will have to be the last for tonight i have to go shopping tomorrow and get ready for classes to start monday
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 21, 2016 2:27:41 GMT -5
[ that's fine dude don't worry. it is super late after all yikes ]
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 21, 2016 2:30:15 GMT -5
[ Oh geez I actually have to go buy a little bit of college supplies tomorrow, also an class crawl rip why it gotta be a drag to adult sometimes ]
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 21, 2016 2:34:52 GMT -5
Todd glanced at the guy but said nothing. After watching him for days only to get squat, he wasn't really in the mood. The sound of the rock skittering across the ground was starting to get on his nerves and Todd made it seem like it wasn't there, hoping the guy would trip on it or something. The silence was comforting at times like these, letting him think and wallow in self pity. He spent his life as a thief yet he could do more. He was just a Stage 1 mutant so things weren't that bad for him. In addition he never used his mutation for anything flashy around people so he just seemed like a performer. It worked out well in the end so why did he live like this?
At the sound of the guy's voice, Todd felt like strangling him. He wasn't really a people person when they evaded his tactics. That was the first mistake this guy made. All that not really spent effort for nothing. Okay maybe it was that that led to the issue at hand but whatever. "What do you mean by that? Like all I do with my mutation? I put on shows when I'm in settlements sometimes but not much. Want to see what I do?" Why was he offering to show this guy his act? At least Todd phrased it like that or else things could have gotten weird.
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 21, 2016 3:40:15 GMT -5
"Hey, so how do we know which are the trackers?" Emma asked thinking about what was the matter at hand. She and Jason had only dealt with one or two bandit's at a time. But unlike these guys, those idiots were well idiots. The plan seemed to be well explained now thanks to Jason's request for it to be more detailed. Maybe he was doing something right. Grey eyes glanced over every face as Armise spoke, wondering about their pasts and what they have done. Were they like her? Have they done something to cause someone else's suffering? Or were they just victims of society? This was the kind of thing Emma thought about when she saw another person. Looking into their eyes and trying to decipher the story they tell. When Armise said he would take them out she felt her grin fade as she looked at his face and his eyes. She could recognize the sight of someone haunted by their past. It made her feel more relaxed for some reason. He was like her in a way, only in Emma's case she hadn't meant to. When Snake Dude™ pointed his machete at her, she snapped out of her thoughts and began to listen, her lips forming into a crooked grin assuming that is the right response to whatever he had been talking about.
Show and tell was awesome. That's what Emma felt though one glance at her brother told her he felt differently. The expression on her face, however, was a mix of awe and excitement. "Damn, why do they have such cool mutations and all I can do is this?" As she spoke, Emma waved her hand over the pouch that was tied to a belt loop and lifting it into the air causing several shards of glass to follow it. Making a hand gun with the hand the shards were following, the glass followed the direction she was pointing in and connected with the wall. The sound of glass shattering never came as Emma grinned gleefully looking at the others with her grey eyes sparkling with excitement. The points of the shards were wedged into cracks in the wall of the ruins showing off the accuracy she prided herself with. It was the best she could do without a gun since Jason forbid her from getting one. "I don't know who is cooler, Snake Dude™ or Lady Killer. I'm glad I'm on your side, especially you, Connie." Oops she used her real name. Oh well, the nickname was a work in progress anyway. It kinda sounded like a dude's nickname but she was a lady and she did eat people. Oh, Jason looked nauseous. Could it be the for same reason Armise looked dead for? Maybe not exactly but still. She felt more at ease being in this group now. They had a Snake Dude™ and Gluttonous Scar. No that name didn't feel right either and anything with tentacle in it felt wrong on so many levels. Anyway, they also had Armise, who needed a nickname once she found out more about him, and also Jason. In that moment, Emma felt worthless. Here she was with all these amazing people and she was just so small and insignificant. She might have good accuracy with her glass but she couldn't form it to her will like Jason. She couldn't break it with her powers like she did that one rainy day. Not since then. She relied on others all her life and at that moment it became clear how useless she was. It made her feel empty and meant only to die.
Jason listened intently to Armise, walking over to him and bending down to look at what he was drawing. He nodded his head and gave a little 'hmm' here and there. If anything happened, he would draw attention away from the others so they could be safe. Especially Emma. He could tell she was in pain, they both were really. She was so bad at hiding her emotions it was kind of adorable. But he wanted to make that pain go away. He was her brother so it was his job to make sure she smiled and enjoyed life. "So who is going to to be the one to risk asking to be recruited? You're out, Armise, since you said they will kill you or us if we are with you. So that leaves one of the rest of us. Any ideas who it should be?" He ignored the snort from Connie but he did return the confused look Armise gave them all as he had no idea how to react to anything anymore.
When it came time to show and tell, boy did it freak out Jason. Like Armise he sat there in a slight daze watching these people do incredible things. Unlike Armise, he wasn't thinking about past transgression he had committed but he did think about what came out of having a mutation. Think of what could have happened if he or Emma were a Stage 2 mutant. Things wouldn't have been the same on that rainy day but one of them would still be haunted. And deep down Jason wanted it to still be Emma. The thought made him sick to his stomach and his breathing grew shallow and rapid. Beads of sweat formed on his brow and rolled down his face, getting into his eyes and burning. It burned just like the memories where burned into his brain. Just like the thoughts that invaded his mind at night or before he went to sleep. The thoughts that were born from having a sister who spaced out when it rained and cried at night. The thoughts that made him wish he didn't have to deal with it. When Emma went to show off her skill with the glass he couldn't help but just focus on her grin. The look on her face when she saw Jaime and Connie show off was something he wished she showed on her face more often. She looked happy. She looked okay. She didn't look as if she was tormented by memories. Memories of being reckless and causing death. The whole situation, being trapped here with people who could kill them out there, feeling this way about Emma and the past, and hating himself, was all too much for him. He wanted it to all be better, to just be a nightmare and he was back in his bed. That it was four years ago when everything was fine. But it wasn't and it was all real. So Jason was just going to have to learn to live with that.
(It kinda hurt emotionally to write this. I finally got the specifics of this background for them which is good. I have a background for them that is the same no matter what but I had to tweak it for this)
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 21, 2016 3:46:22 GMT -5
(Okay, i need sleep so i'll be back tomorrow. idk when and idk for how long but i will be back)
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 21, 2016 3:57:35 GMT -5
Todd glanced at the guy but said nothing. After watching him for days only to get squat, he wasn't really in the mood. The sound of the rock skittering across the ground was starting to get on his nerves and Todd made it seem like it wasn't there, hoping the guy would trip on it or something. The silence was comforting at times like these, letting him think and wallow in self pity. He spent his life as a thief yet he could do more. He was just a Stage 1 mutant so things weren't that bad for him. In addition he never used his mutation for anything flashy around people so he just seemed like a performer. It worked out well in the end so why did he live like this? At the sound of the guy's voice, Todd felt like strangling him. He wasn't really a people person when they evaded his tactics. That was the first mistake this guy made. All that not really spent effort for nothing. Okay maybe it was that that led to the issue at hand but whatever. "What do you mean by that? Like all I do with my mutation? I put on shows when I'm in settlements sometimes but not much. Want to see what I do?" Why was he offering to show this guy his act? At least Todd phrased it like that or else things could have gotten weird. "Well, not exactly." Mikey said, throwing the theif a lazy look as his foot finally kicked the rock into the bushes, Mikey's hearing picking up the faint noises it made while barging it's way throughout the brush. "I meant all you do in life, your thievery." Mikey's hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they formed little gestures and such to get his point across. His long fingers always needed to be doing something, so making little signs and gestures was perfect for them. "It doesn't look like you do much else, to be bluntly honest." Mikey said, pushing up his glasses and giving the thief a once over and seeing not many other signs that this thief did much else. It was obvious that he'd been following Mikey around, which Mikey found slightly creepy, just to steal from him. Which wasn't very nice. "But sometime, maybe. Your tricks can do very weird things on the mind. For a moment there I was about to jump in and 'save' you." Mikey said, putting air quotes around "save". "Although hon, I'm not that stupid. But you get a gold star for trying." Mikey didn't really realize it at first, but his sly tone mixed with his accent was sounding a little bit more mean than he intended. Not that Mikey cared, really. This guy tried to steal what little Mikey had. He thought this guy deserved some subtle insults thrown his way, along with a sassy smirk that was so reminiscent of his older brother that Mikey never used it often. But, growing up with a sassy diva in the house did have it's effects on the youngster.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 21, 2016 12:54:42 GMT -5
[ awwww :c I believe in you man, but if you can't that's fine. there'll always be a place for u here! ]
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 21, 2016 14:09:31 GMT -5
Yeah, Todd was definitely going to kill him at some point. The guy's body language told him that this dude thought too highly of himself. At least, higher than what Todd though of himself. His voice and mannerisms made him seem haughty and too antsy for his taste. It was distracting. And for some reason he seemed to be avoiding all of his illusions. No one has ever ignored them before and it made him angry. Perhaps it was time for some of the big tricks. Another Todd appeared on the guys other side and began to mirror the original. They both walked slightly hunched, wearing the same annoyed expression. Both versions had their hands stuffed into their jacket pockets clenching their identical fists. They were mirror images of the other.
Ah so Todd was messing with this guy's mind. Then this would be fun. "So," the Todd on the right began. "This," the other Todd continued. "Is messing with you?" they both finished, grinning like a kid who got away with stealing some cookies. They criss-crossed behind the man and then before him, mixing up where the original was though at this point neither were the original. Todd had made himself appear as if he was never there, adding in another Todd to take his place. The voices of the Todds were part of the illusion, sounding as if they were actually speaking. He was giving a voice to his creations which took effort but was still possible. He kept walking a bit behind on the right of the right Todd, still walking the same as before only unseen.
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 21, 2016 14:51:02 GMT -5
Jaime couldn't, at first tell if Connie was complimenting his 'little trick', because at first he thought she meant something along the lines of he's sickening; but no, his ears picked up a tone coming from her voice that was almost like admiration for it. It caused him to look up, only at her, in time to see her actual mutation. Despite his gut instinct telling him to get away!, Jaime's boyish curiosity got the better of him, as he slowly made his way closer to Connie before squatting right in front of her to get a better look. He just, stared, intently, as a mess of tentacles reached and grasped at the open air, and it was utterly mystifying to him, pushing away the feelings of embarrassment, shame, and self-hatred. "So this these were the cold blues and purples I saw moving inside your stomach, huh,"Jaime said with a click of his tongue, his voice gentle, amazed, his expression impressed. He then looked up at Connie, and returning a wink back to her with bright, mischevious eyes, and a growing smile, Jaime stood back up and moved to stand by her. "Gotta be honest with ya here chica, I'm quite jealous. You're certainly a stage 2 mutant, but you're lucky to have such an approachable outwardly appearance and a rockin' mess like that,"Jaime said, giving her a gentle nudge with his scaly elbow playfully. Jaime finally looked over at the other three, which instantly made his mood drop again, expression falling as he met the faces of Jason and Armise. They looked absolutely, well, sickened, to say the least, making all the negative feelings towards him come back like a smoldering smack to the face. But when he looked at Emma, he was taken back by how riveted she seemed by it all. Jaime's human skin turned a bright, ruddy red color as she started to speak to them, so excited she sounded, and the fact she gave them nicknames, respectfully. Running a spindly hand through his hair once more, rubbing down the scarred right side of his face as a shy smile grew as his expression grew sheepish, embarrassed. "Ah, oh stop, your ability ain't half bad either, come on, you're makin' me blush as if I was in my adolescent days,"Jaime tried to tease, letting out a weak laugh as he scuffed one of his boots against the dirty floor. Deadly mutants were outside possibly ready to rip them to shreds if given the chance, and here Jaime was, trying to calm his nerves and face from overheating. Dud couldn't take a real compliment to save his life. Turning his attention back to Jason and Armise, Jaime wasn't sure what the best way to go about comforting them, to calm them from what they just saw. Gently, he slid his machete on his back, and made his way slowly towards the two, stopping before he got too close. He felt sick about himself as he met Armise's eyes, then Jason's. He understood Armise's sorry all too well, his expression only explained it even more. He only gave him a curt nod of acknowledgement, of I understand, you don't gotta apologize to me man. "Come on guys, we ain't that ugly to look at are we?" It was meant to sound like a joke, something to lighten the ever dampening mood, but Jaime only bit his tongue as he realized maybe it wasn't the best of his jokes so far; and so, he tried again. "Look, if it helps, we aren't offended by your reactions, if anything, Emma's is probably the most shocking right now, for me that is,"he said, tone still light, but his eyes were reaching for some type of understanding ground. He walked a little bit closer, scales lifting and settling themselves nervously, and snapping his fingers towards Jason, Jaime continued, "Jason? You there? I need you to slow down your breathing before you let the whole world know where we is, okay? Come on, look, Connie and I aren't doing our super freaky freak show crud, so you don't gotta revolt away from us no more." Okay so, Jaime wasn't exactly the best when it came to calming freaked out humans and stage 1 mutants, but at least he was trying, they had to give him props for that or at least a nickel. Looking over at Emma, Jaime motioned her over towards her brother with pleading eyes. "Maybe you'll be better at this, considering." He returned his piercing gaze at Armise, studying him for only a few seconds, emotionless, before turning his attention to the improved plan, drawn on the ground. Squatting, Jaime studied it, humming to an unfamiliar tune, and as a drop of acidic venom landed straight onto it with a sizzle, Jaime stood and gave a nod. "Alright, sounds like a plan Stan,"Jaime said with a nod, and looking at Armise, he gave a crooked smile. "Take out the trackers, try to deceive them, and if all else fails.. we run like Hell." Jaime's tone approved with a dirty thumb up, but his eyes seemed to be far away, thinking as he turned away from the group. After a few moments of silence from the reptile boy, Jaime mumbled, "Jason is right, Armise most certainly can't go out, nope.... Should it be Connie or I go out? I mean, do they value stage 2 mutants more than the stage 1's, or they just looking for anybody who's willing to become a monster like them?" With his, Jaime turned back around, and awaited for the rest to speak up, because by now all he wanted to do was think, think, and think, as he chewed at his thumb anxiously.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2016 17:56:48 GMT -5
A lot of things seemed to be happening at once. Well, technically it was only one thing, but it was a multitude of variations. Everyone was reacting to each other's abilities in some very unusual ways. It was either the mutual respect from one stage two mutant to another of how they both understood that their "thing" was severely deranged, not at all normal or right, but since they were both stuck this way, might as well find some fascination in it. Or it was the former part of the statement, with only fear and disgust following. Namely, Armise and Jason's reactions.
In agreement with Jaime, it was strange that Emma was so enthused about them. Swallowing down the lingering fear from that reveal, she buttoned her shirt up again. A frowned permeated her features, gaze flicking between the two disgusted faces. She honestly wished she could accept Armise's apology as easily as Jaime, but the forgiveness was not coming to her. Now, Connie had never considered herself the type to keep grudges, but when she had been practically locked up and tortured for month's on end because of that war? Yeah, she was a little bitter.
Seeing as no one seemed to be overtly eager to go up to Belladona, Connie got to her feet and glanced out towards the black mass in the distance. "While y'all worry about the specifics of this plan," She mumbled, pulling off her varsity jacket and pulling it over her head. "I'm going to go get something done." Geez, this was a terrible idea. With a deep breath, she began sprinting out into the lightened rain towards their enemy.
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