#f0a9e4
Name Colour
Captain Americat
"Don't frown, someone could be falling in love with your smile." - Teen Wolf
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Post by Captain Americat on Feb 22, 2018 11:15:30 GMT -5
(I mean, the X-Men have been created, but the reason I say they're not all in one place is because we figure that out when we decide to use them. But, I guess it can be assumed that they're at Xavier's unless otherwise noted, seeing as Logan is part of the X-Men, but he's not there. Charles Xavier also exists, but he's at Xavier's right now, if that helps to add any more perspective. (Since this started as post civil war with just the characters from the movie, we didn't really put a timeline on the X-Men characters; we just kind of brought them in xD)
Does that make sense?
&& I'll try to respond at some point, but it probably won't be today or this week. I was trying to stay off the forums until spring break.)
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Post by Πιghtωιηg on Feb 22, 2018 11:49:09 GMT -5
(okay)
(because Jean was kind of losing it over the lack of X-Men here. Let's just declare that there aren't really X-Men right, just a school for the mutants, but no organized team as of yet.)
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#f0a9e4
Name Colour
Captain Americat
"Don't frown, someone could be falling in love with your smile." - Teen Wolf
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Post by Captain Americat on Feb 22, 2018 12:49:09 GMT -5
(I mean, I was kind of thinking the team still existed, just sort of more... in space. But are you kind of suggesting that we bring them together? Or, maybe, rather back together? Maybe for the purposes of this rp we can say the team existed, but maybe that they disbanded? And now they're needed again?)
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Post by Πιghtωιηg on Feb 22, 2018 12:50:56 GMT -5
(no. I was suggesting that they weren't a team yet, but sure, them being in space works, too. I was just thinking it would be weird to have an entire team we're not getting involved in anything.)
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#f0a9e4
Name Colour
Captain Americat
"Don't frown, someone could be falling in love with your smile." - Teen Wolf
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Post by Captain Americat on Feb 22, 2018 12:55:46 GMT -5
(I edited my post a bit.
But, like I said, we created this rp with solely the character from Civil War involved and the original plot was kind of the events of post-civil war. So we really didn't even think of any XMen or mutant characters. It was all purely MCU. But then when we started to add mutant characters, we didn't really think of much, just that they existed and kind of just mashed the two worlds together. So, like some people have an idea of who Logan is... but other people don't. It's not really a perfect system, but we're just having fun with it xD It doesn't have to be accurate or follow 100% with anything, haha)
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Post by Πιghtωιηg on Feb 22, 2018 12:58:28 GMT -5
(yeah, that's kind of what I was thinking. Although Logan got started as Weapon X, not an X-Man)
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#f0a9e4
Name Colour
Captain Americat
"Don't frown, someone could be falling in love with your smile." - Teen Wolf
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Post by Captain Americat on Feb 22, 2018 14:22:32 GMT -5
(So, you're bringing in X-23 and Jean? (:
We'll have to have Logan meet them at some point, haha)
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Post by Πιghtωιηg on Feb 22, 2018 15:32:06 GMT -5
(No offense, but I think I’ll wait until the summer when you’re active.)
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#f0a9e4
Name Colour
Captain Americat
"Don't frown, someone could be falling in love with your smile." - Teen Wolf
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Post by Captain Americat on Feb 22, 2018 17:16:16 GMT -5
(no offense taken. I know I have horrible activity during the school year, haha)
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#a8d1ff
The Ancient One
Name Colour
pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Feb 22, 2018 17:21:19 GMT -5
Gwen walked down the sidewalk, keeping her hood up over her head with one hand. She had a backpack slung over her should that had a couple of things in there, along with a phone in her pocket that she paid for with minutes only as she needed them. The only money she had was what her parents had left her when they were killed, but as she had never held a job in her life, she didn't want to spend it all at once or too much at a time. For the past 14 years, it had worked well. She had done the math and made sure to spend very little a week, nothing if she could help it sometimes. She didn't need much anyway and for that reason, she her only belongings were what she carried on her. She slept at the shelters when she found them and ate at food banks. Sometimes, she went without food- but she always tried to grab more than she could eat at any time because her life was full of uncertainties. To say the least, her life was hardly a pretty one, but it was her life anyway and she accepted it for what it was and it was all she knew and she tried to make the best of it. Although her life wasn't one for many, it had taught her many valuable skills that many people her age would never even imagine having- for instance, her critical skills and intuition were strong and she was very good at reading people. She too, was also good with knives and hand to hand fighting. Her small and swift body allowed for that, but she was still far from perfect. At this point, it was more of self defense but she had needed it in many instances and it helped her immensely. These were things she couldn't have learned so well in proper schooling.
She was on her way to the local food bank in the area. The last time she had eaten was the night before and she had been walking for hours to get to her new destination. She tried to move around and didn't like to stay in one place more than once. For the past months, she had been receiving strange signs all relating to the death of her parents 14 years earlier that kept her on her toes and even more keen on her surroundings. She found herself hardly even frequenting a place more than once at this point- in the past, she had stayed in places for months being the longest, but now, even a day seemed too long. Although, she didn't know what she was running from. But yet, she still kept running and tried to keep hidden away the best she could.
When the food bank came into view, Gwen let out a heavy sigh. Finally- she would be getting food and momentary shelter. She pulled her sweatshirt tighter to her body, gave a glance to her left, right and then left again, let her hood fall down, and walking into the food bank pulling on a fake smile. However, she hardly got far. As she stepped in, the air seemed tense and heavy. Near the middle of the room, three men, dressed in black with guns on their side, stood questioning some of the volunteers who looked to be shaking out of their skin. Without any further thought, Gwen turned hail and began to run. She didn't look back and didn't want to. She wasn't sure who those people were, or what they were doing or why but she knew that whoever they were, she didn't want to get involved.
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Post by Πιghtωιηg on Feb 22, 2018 17:54:15 GMT -5
Laura was prowling around in the black Porsche that had been waiting at the cabin. Strange hadn’t lied; they certainly were set up well. Over a million dollars in slush money, as well as some hard cash. The cabin had enough gear to make any assassin happy, and had a couple of cars as well, including the convertible 911 she was currently looking for trouble with. Noticing somebody running, she looked in the direction they had come from. Three guys dressed in black appeared to be harassing people in the line for the food bank. Clearly visible to her was the fact that they were packing heat. Perfect, she thought, pulling the car over to the curb. Laura stepped out, shutting the door behind her. She could have been an advertisement for the color black. From the leather jacket to the combat boots, tank top to the jeans to the sunglasses framing her face, every article of clothing was black. Sauntering over to the knot of thugs, she opened her mouth. “There some kind of problem here?”
(I’m assuming you’ll be RPing the guys?)
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#a8d1ff
The Ancient One
Name Colour
pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Feb 22, 2018 21:06:51 GMT -5
( Oh I wasn't really planning on having them join in- just a starter, but sure xD )
Gwen continued running forward, her gaze focused straight in front of her. Her breathing was labored but this is what she was prepared for every day as if her life depended on it, because quite literally, it did. She started to slow as an ally came into view. Cliche, but it worked and she couldn't keep running like this forever. It would at least give her a few moments to breathe, assess the situation and if need be, continue running. As she slowed however, her eyes flicked to the side. She wasn't one who tried to make eye contact, but the girl who stepped out of the building as she ran by, caught her attention. It could have been her all black outfit, making her appear ready for combat or the assertive air that she seemed to bring with her, but Gwen's eyes fell on her none the less. And as she hid behind the ally, peaking out only enough to watch the girl, she saw the men had indeed been following her and for whatever reason, the girl was going to speak with them. And she didn't seem afraid. Was this girl with the men? Why was Gwen even still standing there? If this was any trouble, she was already dead- but yet, she couldn't move away. Not yet.
They hadn't seen the girl at first when she had walked into the food bank. They had been too focused on interrogating the women who volunteered there. Of course, they knew nothing. They never knew anything. Kyle, the ring leader of the three had finally had a lead- they had been chasing this girl for years, 14 to be exact, after they had gotten those inhumans to kill her parents, she had disappeared off the grid- always on the move. She must've known something. The parents said she didn't but why else would she be running? He had followed her trails and picked up her scent only weeks ago and they were able to track where she would be going next, where she had gone in the past- she had never been to this place before. They hadn't known that coming in, but a little more research and they couldn't saved valuable time and already had the girl in their arms. He had only just seen her as she was running out of the food bank- she must've seen them and she was given an advantage that could've been avoided. They had chased after her, but she was quick for her size. And now? The three were stopped by some crazy girl dressed in all black. Who did she think she was stepping in front of them like that? He wanted to keep running and pummel the girl over. They had been so close and now, it was ruined. "Excuse me?" He countered. "You tell me." His eyes narrowed.
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Post by Πιghtωιηg on Feb 22, 2018 21:30:45 GMT -5
Laura briefly debated whether or not to show the claws, but decided against it. No reason to play her trump card quite yet; it’s not like they’d actually hurt anybody so far, at least that she knew of. “Well, when somebody asks a question, it’s typically because they don’t know the answer. So, I’m thinking maybe you tell me what you three are doing messing around with a bunch of homeless people, why you each need a gun to do it, and why you decided to chase after whoever that girl was.” Laura could still smell the blonde in the alley behind her. There was no reason for them to know that, though. “Well? Is there a problem? I’m not going to repeat myself again.”
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#a8d1ff
The Ancient One
Name Colour
pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Feb 22, 2018 21:40:39 GMT -5
Kyle rolled his eyes. This girl had a lot to learn. He had a multitude of comebacks, but decided he didn't have the time to teach this girl a lesson. "Or because they are trying to stall," He spoke slowly, trying to reach his eyes around the girl. "Funny girl." He scoffed at her questions. As if he would answer any. "I will not repeat myself either." Did she think she could win this? She was a small girl. His height and weight greatly out weighed hers. He felt himself smiling and cracked a knuckle. "You can go along your merry way to whatever fashion show you are headed to, and we will head on our way in much the same manner." He tried to side step around her, motioning for his crew to follow.
(btw- you can like attack him or whatever- he is just being stubborn xD)
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Post by Πιghtωιηg on Feb 23, 2018 8:20:50 GMT -5
(That was the plan)
Laura chuckled. This reminded her of those two robbers who had tried to steal from her apartment. That hadn't ended well for them, either. "You know what, I think you're right," she said, in a rather pleasant tone of voice. Her fist flashed out, a flesh-tone blur speeding for his throat. At the same time, she brought her foot up to his side and slid a claw in between two of his ribs, slashing the tip around inside. "After all, it's kind of hard to repeat yourself with a fractured larynx and a collapsed lung." She pretended to check her nails, drawing the other two thugs' attention to her fist, then slid out all of her claws. She dove for them, slicing the hamstrings of the one on the left, then sweeping her leg around and knocking the one remaining goon off of his feet. As he fell, she rolled to a kneeling position, retracting her claws, and slammed his head into the sidewalk, instantly knocking him unconscious. Ignoring the shrieks of the man she'd crippled, Laura picked up the other in a fireman's carry and clicked the key fob, opening up the trunk. She dumped the man in, then grabbed a roll of duct tape. She put a piece over his mouth, then taped his feet and hands together behind his back. Slamming the lid shut, she turned and walked over to the alley. "Hey. I'm Laura. I don't know what they were doing, but I intend to find out, and if you want, I can keep you safe. Now, I can't make you do anything, but I'd really recommend that you get in the car." She looked to be about her age, and looked like she'd been living on the streets. Laura knew from experience how tough that life could be; she just hoped the woman hadn't had to stoop as low as she had. Nobody should have to go through that.
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#a8d1ff
The Ancient One
Name Colour
pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Feb 23, 2018 8:45:22 GMT -5
( Hey, how am I supposed to know? Lol I could've kept him fighting all I wanted. Change of plan haha)
"You know what, I think you're right." At those words, Kyle has smirked to himself. Maybe this would be easier than he thought. But this thought only lasted a short moment before he was overtaken by surprise. Before he could even make a move to fight, he saw the flash of her fist, or well, actually he wasn't sure what that was. That was the last thing he could remember before he blanked.
Gwen had kept watching as the three men spoke with the girl. After their first words, although she couldn't hear their full conversation, only bits and pieces, she knew that the girl was no way affiliated with the men. However, that didn't make her feel much better. She continued watching, almost certain that the men would overtake the girl, but what surprised her was next, when from the girls fists, emerged silver claws. Only moments later, the girl was the lone one standing. She felt her breath catch. What had she just seen? She felt herself beginning to stand, to turn and run. She didn't want to be anywhere near this girl, whatever she was- if she even was a girl, but as she turned, she heard the voice behind her and froze, turning back slowly. Her eyes were widened with fear. "I am not going anywhere with you." She said, her voice hardly wavering. There was no way. She could keep herself safe. She had been doing fine until she showed up anyway. If she hadn't stopped to take a breath or turn to see the girl, she could've already been long gone.
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Post by Πιghtωιηg on Feb 23, 2018 9:21:34 GMT -5
(You weren't. Just letting you know that was the original plan.)
Laura shrugged. "Hey, it's your choice." She pulled a burner phone out of her pocket and tossed it to the girl. "But if you change your mind, or end up needing help for anything, my number's on that phone. Give me a call." Laura turned and walked to her car, leaving her behind. She stuck the key in the ignition and twisted it, and the engine roared to life. "I'll let you know if I get anything useful out of this guy," she shouted over her shoulder, then pressed down the pedal and peeled out. Moving a hand down to the gear stick, she pressed the clutch and shifted into second, then third, smoothly accelerating down the road.
After a few minutes, Laura had arrived at the cabin. Getting out of the car, she put the top up, then popped the trunk. The man in back had woken up, which she quickly rectified with a punch to the head. Picking him up, she shut the lid and walked to the house. She opened the door, and took the man down to the basement, where she took the tape off of his hands and feet and handcuffed him to a pipe. Leaving him down there, she walked back up the stairs, to where her young companion was sitting on the couch, watching TV in her pajamas and bunny slippers, Jonathan curled up next to her. "Hey, Gabby, I've got a prisoner downstairs, so if you hear any weird noises, don't worry about it." Gabby swallowed the spoonful of ice cream she'd just put in her mouth, then said "Cool," returning to her meal.
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Post by Πιghtωιηg on Feb 23, 2018 9:45:54 GMT -5
(*resists urge to tell you on another thread that I've replied*)
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#a8d1ff
The Ancient One
Name Colour
pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Feb 23, 2018 10:41:39 GMT -5
( Thank you for resisting the urge xD Like I said, I know you responded and I was actually gona post and say that I would reply soon- I was at a meeting for one of my classes so I couldn't respond right away )
Gwen jumped back as Laura tossed the phone at her, not realizing it was a phone at first. For all she knew, it could've been some bomb. Okay, well that might have been a bit of a stretch even for this girl, but she wouldn't count anything out. However, at the last moment, she was able to reach out and grab it quickly before it fell to the ground. She flipped the phone over in her hand a couple times and eyed it cautiously. Had this girl seriously just given her a phone? There had to be some sort of catch. A tracker perhaps? She wouldn't put it past her and for that reason, she wasn't going to keep it. After Laura left, Gwen was going to trash it. Without another word, she watched as the girl got into the car and sped off.
However, there was some curiosity that was digging inside her. Laura had just taken the man who was chasing her into her custody and now she was trying to help Gwen for some unknown reason. Gwen hadn't even said her name. How could she trust her? But yet, she wanted to know why that man had chased her. She wanted answers. She had spent so long running, trying to find out why her parents had to die and now, she might finally have that answer. But what if this girl was on their side? What if it was all just a trick? She saw those claws. That wasn't human. She could be just like the people who killed her parents.
She looked at the phone and with hesitation, opened it and took out her own, transferring Laura's number into her own. In her years on her own, she had learned many things and one of them was that she needed a phone that was untraceable. If she wanted to keep safe, she needed at least some precaution. Still, she would have to think about it, calling her or not- but still, she wasn't keeping the phone Laura had given. She tossed it in the garbage, pulled up her hood once more and started walking, her mind going back and forth between options. Each time, her mind kept telling her to call. She looked at her phone screen, finger hovering over call.
And then she pressed it. She held her breath and cursed herself for even considering it. But now the damage was done. She stared at her phone as it called and she could hear the ringer slightly, but didn't pull it up to her ear just yet. It wasn't too late to end it before it started...She bit her lip. She wanted answers. She put the phone up to her ear, slightly hoping it would go straight to voicemail.
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Post by Πιghtωιηg on Feb 23, 2018 11:11:14 GMT -5
Laura pulled out her phone. It was ringing, but the number wasn't in her contacts. Quickly connecting the dots, she flicked it open and put it to her ear, muting the TV. "Hey!" protested Gabby, as Jonathan pick up his head. Laura shushed her, glaring and pointing to the phone. Taking opportunity of Gabby's momentary distraction, Jonathan stuck his face into the bowl of ice cream, taking a colossal bite, prompting her to leap up and chase after him. "Bad Jonathan!"
Laura rolled her eyes. "Very smart. You were right; there was a tracker on that phone, but that's not why I gave it to you. It just happened to be the only spare phone I had on me. Of course, if I'm willing to put in the effort, I could still trace this phone now that I have the number. I'd recommend taking out the battery and blocking Caller ID if you're serious about not being tracked." She had been hoping the girl would call, but this was earlier than she would have thought. "So, what made you decide to contact me?" Hopefully she wasn’t hoping for information out of that prisoner; she was going to let him stew and get more and more anxious for another few hours at least.
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#a8d1ff
The Ancient One
Name Colour
pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Feb 23, 2018 11:24:01 GMT -5
Gwen held back annoyance when as the phone let out it's last ring, Laura's voice came through the phone. At least now she knew that she hadn't tricked her with the number, although she did feel a bit of victory when Laura informed her that the phone had a tracker. "Oh, ya, about that- you won't be getting that phone back." She said, not feeling bad in the least. "I hope you didn't need it." As Laura continued to speak, Gwen felt herself rolling her eyes. "You don't really think I'm that stupid do you? I wouldn't be calling you if I knew that you could trace this phone." She continued walking down the street, cautiously glancing around her every few moments and taking in the surroundings to make sure she wasn't being watched, or followed. What made her contact her? "Answers." She responded quickly. "I want answers."
(sorry this is short- i gotta poof)
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Post by Πιghtωιηg on Feb 23, 2018 11:53:35 GMT -5
Combined, the phone and tracker had set Laura back less than $50, and if need be, she could find it using the… what was it? Oh, yes, the tracker that she had just mentioned. She was sorely tempted to say, "Sweetie, you just saw me stuff that man into the trunk of a Porsche. How much do you think I'm going to miss that phone?" She decided merely to show her how wrong she was, and opened a laptop, entering the number and hitting Trace. "You're pretty overconfident. I wasn't going to do this, but you really need to learn some spycraft if you're going to act like a master spy. You're across the street from a McDonald's."
Laura paused for a brief moment, as a loud thumping noise came from the back of the house, almost exactly like what she would imagine the sound of a young girl tripping over a wolverine and falling on the floor to be. An irate "Jonathan!" came from the same direction, followed by a "GIVE ME BACK MY SLIPPER".
"Anyways, what questions did you want answers to? I may be good, but I'm not a telepath, and I doubt even Charles Xavier can read somebody over the phone."
The wolverine came sprinting through the living room, hopping up and over the couch, with a white object in its mouth, Gabby running behind, with one bare foot.
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#a8d1ff
The Ancient One
Name Colour
pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Feb 23, 2018 13:18:18 GMT -5
Gwen disregarded the comment but seethed at Laura calling her 'sweetie'. Rich people. She couldn't stand them. Always had to make a point that they had more money than you did; like they were better than you were. "First off," She began. "Don't call me sweetie," She growled under head breath and turned to her left as Laura continued speaking. Sure enough, there was a McDonald's. "Second, that was probably just a lucky guess! You were here not long ago and you saw the way I was walking." Besides, she wanted to add, 99.9% of the time, no matter where you were walking, there is always a McDonald's across from you. None the less, it caused her to tighten the grip on the phone.
In the background, she could hear some things banging around but didn't bring it up. That wasn't important. "Who are you people?" She finally asked. "Who is Charles Xaviar?" She felt like now she was getting herself into things that she need not be. She was getting in too over her head. What did any of this even have to do with her parents?
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Post by Πιghtωιηg on Feb 23, 2018 13:48:53 GMT -5
(notice: Laura didn't actually say that; merely was tempted to say that)
(I've got AP Chem. I'll reply in about an hour)
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#a8d1ff
The Ancient One
Name Colour
pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Feb 23, 2018 14:03:25 GMT -5
( Whoops- misread that. Sorry
Take your time! Good luck in chem...I hated that class xD )
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Post by Πιghtωιηg on Feb 23, 2018 14:50:34 GMT -5
Laura thought for a little bit before she gave her answer. "If I tell you who I am and where I'm from, you'll either think I'm lying to you or insane. Charles Xavier is a telepath, and I'm not sure how much more detail I can actually go into, because I'm not entirely sure what he's up to here. All you really need to know is that I'm extremely dangerous to bad guys, and an excellent person to have in your corner."
Understatement of the century. Laura knew twenty-six ways to kill a person without leaving a mark, and was, in a sense, the ultimate predator. "Now, do you have any idea why those guys were chasing you? Because they seemed really determined to get to you, and in an interrogation, it's really useful to know something going in." Useful, yes. Necessary? Not for her, not if it was a street thug. Spies were trickier; Laura had no doubt she could go all day on Black Widow and have no idea if anything she'd heard was the truth. This guy should be a piece of cake, though.
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#a8d1ff
The Ancient One
Name Colour
pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Feb 23, 2018 15:49:29 GMT -5
"Try me," Gwen said quietly under head breath, not really for Laura to hear, but not trying to hide her words either. Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the street, about ready to cross and then move back in the opposite direction. She wanted to head back towards the food bank but she wasn't going to go the same way that she had come. She continued to listen as Laura spoke. She seemed so full of herself and overconfident. "Listen, I've seen a lot okay?" She said after a silence. "Stop trying to make yourself all high and mighty." Soon the foodbank came into view and she slowed. There were police and volunteers being question outside, and along the street where the little incident had occurred. She sat down at a bench and watched out of the corner of her eye. "I don't know why those people were chasing me. Why do you think I asked for answers?" She said, although that was not the full story. But still, she didn't know if she could trust Laura and she didn't want to say too much, really anything for that matter. "I thought you could help me. But seeing as you don't know anything more than me, my time here is wasted-" Her voice was lower now. She didn't want to draw any attention.
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Post by Πιghtωιηg on Feb 23, 2018 16:11:51 GMT -5
“No, I don’t think I will. You haven’t given me anything I can use; I see no reason to return the favor. And I guarantee you, whatever you’ve seen, I’ve seen worse. And, true, I don’t know any more than you about the situation you’re in, but here’s a tip. Interrogation 101: Keep the suspect waiting. They get nervous, and it’s a lot easier to get information out of them.”
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#a8d1ff
The Ancient One
Name Colour
pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Feb 23, 2018 16:24:41 GMT -5
Laura clearly wasn't going to give up easy. "Well I apologize that I haven't been very well versed in interrogation." She said. "But I'll remember that for next time," She spoke with a bit of annoyance. Actually, she was considering going across the street and seeing if she could talk to the women that the men had been speaking to when she walked into the food bank what seemed like hours earlier now. However, if she was to do that, it probably wouldn't be best now because of all the people around. She didn't want to get involved with the police. Then again, with the crowd, she could slip in unnoticed, but she was sure people would recognize her. She hadn't exactly been too swift on her feet as she ran away from the bank, brushing people aside and she knew the man had given the women a clear description of her, even if she had only been able to catch a glimpse. "Whatever," She finally shook her head. "I have things more important to do." She clicked end call before waiting for a response.
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Post by Πιghtωιηg on Feb 23, 2018 17:40:21 GMT -5
Laura clicked the phone shut, then stood up, walking to the door to the basement and opening it. It had been over an hour; he should be softened up by now. She grabbed a stun gun, then sauntered down the stairs. She stood at the bottom of the stairs and gave the man a predatory grin. “Hi. I’m Laura. You’re going to tell me everything I want to know.” She ripped the tape off of his mouth, then crouched down in front of him. “Why were you chasing that girl, and who sent you to do it?”
(I’ve had like 5 minute windows for both of those replies, so sorry they’re short.)
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