Taylor Andrews
Team : Gold Strike Force Co-Team : X-Treme
Iceman
Bobby Drake
Team : Red Strike Force
Shinzon
Scimitar Commander
Matthew Rosenberg
Eldest of the Rosenbergs
Lady Death Strike
A Clawed Huntress
Posts: 387
(6/6/06 7:53 pm)
Generation X Dorm: The New Team ArrivesOOC: OK, Generation X team mates heres our first thread *grabs a tissue and dabs eyes*. I know it’s not the longest opening but hopefully it will be enough for you; it’s up to you if you want your char to have already arrived, in the process of moving into their new room or yet to appear. Time reference: Friday March 16th, 15:00
Bobby had awoken that morning with a flair of excitement, today was the day that his team was finally being put together and he was going down to the now named Generation X Dorm to meet up with his team members. He had risen from his bed at eight o’clock and swiftly taken a shower and dressed in his usual smart casual cloths, a pair of jeans and a blue t shirt.
Over breakfast his mind started to think over what training he had to do with his team, although he was team leader he wanted to make sure there wasn’t a divide between him and the other members due to rank, they had to work together and he wanted them to know that any suggestion they have should be said, to be a good team they had to work as one. Due to their late formation Generation X missed out on the training island mission so Bobby wanted to make sure they were up to scratch for when the next mission gets called, he never liked the idea of being behind everyone else and so he was sure his team wasn’t going to be seen as a secondary formation.
Two days earlier the final selection had been made and notes sent out to the four people who Bobby wanted on his team, and he hoped they would agree. Firstly there was Arisa, the young feral mutant was both strong and quick and Bobby knew her talents would come in useful. Then there was Armaan, he was a strong guy who would in time have an even more immense amount of power at his hands than he currently held, his ability to form into a sand-like cloud could come in helpful if the team got caught in a tight situation. Then there were the Ferguson twins; Eliza and Darren; he hoped the pair would be happy to join the team together, when he had first thought about it he had had some niggling worries about whether having a brother and sister on a team would be detrimental, but he felt the pro’s far outweighed the cons. When the pair worked together their powers become much stronger and Bobby hoped they would be able to harness their powers for the good of the team.
For most of the morning Bobby was getting together information for the team members and also carrying out any classroom duties he had as a teacher, luckily though he had the afternoon free so he could go and acquaint himself once more with his new team mates. He hoped to get them into the danger room at the soonest possible chance, when everyone was settled in, he wanted to get them working together and he was looking forward to going through a few scenarios with them; Bobby had been out of the loop when it came to missions recently what with personal and institute business taking up most of his time.
Walking down the corridor briskly his shadow cast forward, at the end of the corridor was the door to the team dorm and relief flowed over him as he heard the sounds of voices and things being moved around ahead of him. Earlier in the day a flutter of anxiety had passed over him, a sudden worry that none of his chosen members would want to be part of Generation X (although this soon passed when he got a grip of himself and cooled off) but the noise ahead told him differently and for that a large grin formed on his face.
Armaan Khan did not know why he was picked. Not exceptionally talented with his gift, nor in possession of a quick mind, the young Afghan had at first assumed there had been some sort of a mistake. But there it was, typed up and signed by Bobby Drake himself, an authentic invitation to join one of the school teams. Not being able to stop smiling after he had read it, the hazel eyed mutant felt his heart soar every time he thought about the possibilities. He was itching for classes to finally end so that he could run off and finish packing for the eventual move into the team’s dorm rooms. He had even dressed his best, surprised at how shallow he could become. At first he had chosen to wear a faded t-shirt and jeans, but soon realised that first impressions would be everything.
Eventually he had found his way into a pain of newer jeans and his traditional Afghan Kameez: a woven shirt of black cotton which came just above his knees. Checking one final time in the mirror and realising he could do nothing about his hair, Armaan sighed and moved back to his old bed. Upon it he had kept the suitcase he would eventually carry into his new room. It wasn’t even half full and yet Armaan could find nothing else to put into it. Apparently he had brought fewer things into the mansion than he actually remembered. A few shirts here, a pair of jeans there and a few books were all he had. In fact, now that he had finished packing, Armaan realised that almost a third of his belongings were religious or sacred in some way. Objects such as his prayer mat, a Koran, prayer beads and other religious scriptures lined his backpack as he finally felt ready to bid his old room a fond farewell.
Ever the good Samaritan, he had even cleaned the room afterwards, dusting and brushing the floors and furniture clean. He felt proud of this fact that most. Whoever moved in next would find the room as clean as the day it was first furnished, and for that they’d have Armaan to thank. Smiling indulgently as the door was closed, Armaan turned to find that his excitement had now been replaced by a bout of nervousness. He didn’t even know how he could be of a use on a team. Cursed with a low-esteem, he was hardly ready to stand up to and fight enemies if it ever came down to it. Heck, Armaan didn’t even know if he was ready to fight illusionary foes in the fabled danger room his mother had spoken about. Yet he pressed forward, the deep-seated anxiety causing him to stumble slightly.
They will kick you out soon as they realise how cowardly and useless you are, Armaan. His thoughts whispered like little devils. They will feel your weakness. Cringing slightly as he finally arrived at the dorm hallway, Armaan knew he had to make the leap of faith. He could turn down the invitation, and yet he couldn’t at the same time. His honour and his mother’s honour depended on it most. What would Sooraya think when she found out her son had been invited to a team and then rejected it out of fear and unease? What would his father say if he was still alive? Taking a deep breath, his fingers trembling, Armaan finally opened the door into the hallway, his mind reeling with possibilities. In an instant he knew he was the first one there, a deep sigh of relief escaping from his lips. This meant he could unpack with ease and didn’t need to worry about having to look awkward in front of the others.
He chose the room further from the hall’s initial entrance, the left one calling out him to. Standing at the doorway, he knew almost immediately that it was smaller than his own room, and yet it had a private bathroom just for him. Grinning, he left the suitcase near the front of the door and pulled out his Koran from his bag. In Afghanistan, whenever people moved house, they would first enter their new living space with a Koran, imploring the Lord for blessings and protection. It was Armaan’s turn to do so and he did it as best as he could remember it, placing his right foot into the room first and then following in with his left. His first action once inside was to place the Holy book upon his dresser and to take in the room for the first time. With a deep breath he realised it felt like home already, and this above all else settled the butterflies in his stomach.
Retrieving his suitcase, the hazel-eyed mutant didn’t feel like unpacking, so he left it in a corner near the cupboard, his eyes more on the bed than on anything else. He took his Koran from where it rested and brought it to his bed, sitting cross-legged upon the mattress with the book opened in front of him. His mother had told him explicitly to read it every day, twice if he felt nervous or uneasy about something. Smiling as he thought of her worried face, Armaan began to quietly read from the holy scripture, his racing heartbeats slowing down with every sentence he read…
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The morning was alive with enough activity to keep Arisa’s thoughts from lingering on any one thing, not even the unexpected invitation she had recieved the day before. She slept a good few hours here and there in the a cushy arm-chair facing the bed where her charge lay, drifting in and out of sleep throughout the night and morning. The wounded vampire, curled amongst the sheets of the guest-room bed, would lift his blue eyes now and then to gratefully request a fresh mug of blood, or to strike up conversation, oblivious to the time of day or night in the dark room.
Arlen brought her a plate of warm food around mid-morning, hovering over her drowsy figure with genuine concern. She had refused to leave Spike’s side since their arrival the night before, but knew the afternoon team meeting was not something to be missed. After the chivalrous merman had hugged her goodbye, promising to return and hold down the fort for the afternoon while she was out on a mandatory reprieve, she ate, showered and dressed.
”..Spike..” Touching his shoulder gently she drew him from his slumber on her way out the door, speaking softly as she scribbled a combination of numbers and letters on the notepad beside the bed, just incase he wasn’t entirely coherent.. ”I’m going to the meeting now, but I’ll be back this evening..Arlen will be here in just a few moments, n’ the good Doc is just down the hall, all you have to do is raise your voice..”
Leaning over to place a small, protective kiss atop the vampire’s pallid forehead, ever-cold to the touch, she smiled silently as he mumbled sleepily in the affirmative. They had moved in less than 48 hours ago, if you could really call it moving in. The guest room Spike and herself occupied was personalized with nothing more than a pile of clothing and a small refrigerator split between her food and his. Technically she had a room in the student dorms, no one had touched it since she left, Connor had made sure of that..
One hand loosely held her invitation, bright eyes flickering over the text as she slid out into the hall and nudged the door quietly closed behind her. All interested students who had received an invitation were to meet on Friday the 16 at what would become the new team’s dorms. They were to move into the dorms as soon as possible, which she could only assume was to make the ‘rallying of the troops’ a bit easier for those morning training sessions she knew she would hold so near and dear to her heart.
Yet, she was without a bag of any kind. She could not in good conscience leave Spike until he had recovered.
Her free hand tucked loosely into her jeans pocket, tail curving nimbly in her wake as she strode down the hall. She had dressed as casually as seemed fit, donning her nicest pair of jeans and a light, fitting top. Simple was the way to go, she had decided, they would be plenty distracted by her array of physical mutations. She couldn’t blame them, how many other mutants on campus were actually furry?
As a munchkin it had been her claim to fame, one of the resident fuzz-balls. She ran a hand down her arm, the smooth, rippling fur soft to the touch. It was a pretty blue in the hall light, but even pretty blues were strange when found on the human body.
Bright gaze flickered along the corridors, following an unfamiliar rout into a previously unoccupied branch of rooms. The sound of a singular voice reached her ears, an unfamiliar tone..too deep to be female. Bobby? No..she had heard his voice before, here and there, and that was not what it sounded like.
Pausing briefly outside the stranger’s open door, she knocked lightly on the wall. Surely he was here for the same reason as she..
“..I hope I’m not imposing,”
After a brief pause, she leaned a bit more into the doorway, assuming that if they were opposed to her presence they would have expressed it by now. Green eyes fell over the figure on the bed, and the book in his hands, catching a glimpse of a partially unpacked bag in the corner. Her lips curved up into an agreeable smile, and her voice struck up for the second time, running a hand calmly through her short mane of hair,
“I don’t suppose you’re here for the new student team as well?” Edited by: In Shadows Keep at: 6/14/06 11:42 pm
Re: Generation X Dorm: The New Team Arrives
As her alarm went off Eliza just lay there and let it ring. Today she was supposed to be moving into her new team dorm and for a multitude of reasons she just didn’t want to. It was not that she was not flattered to have finally been given the responsibility of being on a team… it was more about the fact that she did not feel ready to move from her safe little room. The place she had lived ever since her brother had made it impossible to stay with their foster parents. And she was not so sure she wanted to share all of her living quarters with Darren, she knew how difficult he could be and in a common dorm area there would be no real escape from him.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and finally switched the alarm off. She knew that there was no point in trying to run away from her brother’s slightly less than wonderful qualities, because whatever he did and whatever he said she still loved him and in the end that was all that mattered. And besides if she didn’t get up and take her already packed bags up to the new dorms her brother would miss the team gathering as well as she had promised to knock on his door on her way past. So she dragged herself out of bed and into some jeans and a cream jumper.
It did not take long for the pink skinned mutant to have all of her possessions ready and her long magenta hair straightened, and before she knew it she was good to go. In the end there was no real point in standing around feeling sorry for herself reminiscing about the things she would miss about this room, so she just stepped outside carrying the two bags that held her possessions and closed the door behind her. Now all she had to do was go and remind Darren that he needed to get a move on and head up to the new dorms.
The walk to the boy’s dorm corridor did not take long and she was soon standing outside the now familiar façade of her brother’s dorm room. She had no real intention of going inside for she already knew that the room probably looked like a battle zone as her brother desperately tried to get himself organised, so she just banged on the thick door to make sure she got his attention.
“Darren, I’m on my way up to the dorm now. Don’t take to long; you don’t want to be late on your first day.”
And with that she left him to get himself ready, knowing he would either follow within a few minutes or be another couple of hours. One of the reasons she had not wanted to go into her brother’s room was also that she did not want to once again be faced with his “normal” self, the one projected by that stupid gizmo her wore on his wrist at all times. The one thing that had created a rift between them, though she was not sure her brother had noticed how unhappy she was… well maybe this whole team thing would be good for Darren, would make him understand that he did not need to be ashamed of who he was. She sincerely hoped it would, and that the other people on her team, the people who’s voices she could hear coming through the open door that lead to the main part of the dorm would not be the types to judge a book by its cover.
She gently pushed past the door into the main area of the dorm and although she could clearly hear that other people had already arrived she decided to stay in the common area. She just needed a little bit of time to accept the fact that she would now be sharing her life and her brother with others… and that was never an easy thing.
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Today just wasn't any other day, and as Porter ripped one item of clothing after another from the wardrobe, grabbing at a black shirt and holding it in front of him, pearl eyes staring at the mirror in which he could see his reflection. Everything looked so different on him once he didn't have his holo-emitter activated. Though it was worn for now he didn't feel he wanted it on, not if the names of his team list were correct.. a year and a half almost and he'd barely seen her! And yet the name was there... Porter knew she left the school there was all sorts of talk and Jean promised to tell him when she vanished last year if they heard anything and sure enough Jean had come one day and told Porter that Arisa was found and for now she was safe.
Safe. Screw being safe! Things hadn't been the same since she left and no one was telling him *why* she left in the first place, one minute there's all this worry and the next she's "safe". As far as Porter felt Arisa was the only one who had ever understood him outside of his twin and even then at times Porter shared things with Arisa that he'd not with Ellie. Simply because telling Ellie all the things he hated about himself or the people around him was like telling Ellie everything he hated about her, at least he knew his sister would see it like that and in Porter's mind Eliza couldn't be more perfect.
Telling her it was ok for her to be pink but it wasn't ok for him was a backfire tactic waiting to explode and Porter had been lucky enough to realize that at a younger age and yet never considered it may have been better to have talked to Ellie more constructively as he had done with Arisa. Losing his childhood friend was as painful as being seperated from his twin for any prolonged amounts of time.
Though admittedly it would have been hard to tell the difference in Porter's behaviour, he was too angry too often and one added reason for that temper wasn't all that noticable. People knew Porter's fondness for Arisa for the simpless fact... his personality tended to flip upside down, it was like how he acted with his sister and yet still there was always something slightly different. Arisa and Ellie meant the world to Darren, he'd grown up with both of them and more often then not it seemed they were together, when Porter wasn't with Ellie he was with Arisa, and there were only the few occasions between which had Porter with neither. It was never easy for Porter to have male friends due to the youthful intolerance of what was considered 'uncool'. A pink boy? He definitely didn't win any reward points for it.
Since he last saw her he's been to two different dimensions and... ok so he got screamed at for it and his sister didn't want to hear him ramble on about it being such an eye opener (apparently he made it sound 'cool' instead of dangerous and while Porter never wanted to go through that alone again that didn't mean it hadn't been a very adventurous experience he wanted to recount!). It had been a while but the mere fact Arisa was on his team meant he could tell her everything! Like they had done as kids! He missed climbing trees and going swimming, and sneaking out at night to do half of it!
A best friend, that's what Arisa was to him, a sometimes there were things you could only tell your best friend and yet she hadn't been around for him to talk to! There was an unblemished love for Ellie and Darren would do anything for his sister, he'd go above and beyond his duties for her (as Ellie would most likely too often agree...) and yet still she was his sister and sometimes it was nice to open up to someone else. Arisa had been his someone else, and as excited as the lavender mutant was to think they were teaming together, he was half scared to death that the last year and a bit had changed them both and left them different to what was remembered... So often friends grew apart and Porter had already lost his friend once, he didn't want to get her back only to realize he's lost her again.
So much has changed since he last saw her.. he's grown up, she's grown up, he wasn't even sure what to expect anymore! And that fish guy, what's his name.. Arlen, gah, he never liked what he saw progressing there and he's never been jealous over someone before but there's always a first time for everything. There was almost as much fear towards how much Arisa has grown and what she has done and how things have changed in her life as towards the posibility they as friends have faded and time had erroded the one good thing Porter had outside his sister.
“Darren, I’m on my way up to the dorm now. Don’t take to long; you don’t want to be late on your first day.” The voice was sudden, the tap knocking the youth to his senses for the moment as he peered over his shoulder, hurrying to throw on the shirt in his hands and finally tug up the grey jeans he'd been deciding if he should wear or not. White X's were brushed onto the back pockets with frabric paint and the shirt had a pair of green wolf eyes faded on the front. The back bearing a cresent grey moon with thin italic words reading 'dancing in your embrace', a gift to him on his 15th from Arisa though it had been loose at the time the training over the last year had helped Porter grow into it.
Soft white socks padded the footsteps that carried Porter to the door, which he swung open only to find an emptiness to greet him. A step out of his room and a turn of his head allowed him only the briefest of glimpses of Ellie's form disappearing around the corner... Looks like they won't be walking together, and for some reason it shocked him a little that she hadn't waited up... though at the same time it wasn't exactly the first time that's happened either, but this wasn't a wake up call... This was a bump in all they found familiar! A new room, a new group, a new responsibility!
Guess she was in a hurry. He blinked, rethinking over her words and seeing now how it really didn't sem as if she was reading to stand camped outside his door. With a slight sigh he closed the door and set about finishing dressing, he didn't want to be too far behind her.
Black and grey sneakers were slipped onto his feet and a black leather wristband wiggled onto his left wrist, metal studds decorating it. The other wrist had his holo-emitter, that more then once was confused for a watch, the black band it sat on and silver design face was understandably confused but it got annoying when people asked the time and Porter would say he wasn't sure and they'd be all annoyed pointing out his 'watch'.
The black suitcase wasn't too big, not the large size but Porter just decided to move his clothes and whatever and gradually come back for whatever he needed, depending on if he wanted to spend more time here still or could tolerate the living conditions up there. Amazingly enough... it didn't seem so daft now that Arisa was tossed into the equation.
A swift flick of Porters wrist band had the youth losing all abnormal colouring, the blonde hair and blue eyes not some fantasy creation but a take from his father's natural colourings. It was nice to think that there must be more noticable connections between Darren and his father, he wondered if they looked alike sometimes but that was far from any reason he had in wearing the device. For now it was his tool to get from his old room to his new one, quick, smooth and hopefully without any trouble.
And thankfully it seemed the light load and burst of enthusiasm had Porter hot on his sisters trail as she arrived at the dorm, her twin increasing his pace to reach her heels upon her arrival. The inside of Darren's lip was lightly chewed as he switched off his holo-emitter, not for any other reason that he was worried Arisa might not instantly recognize him otherwise. Clearing his throat, Darren picked up his pace further to fall in stride next to Ellie who had now come to a stop inside.
"Gee, you rocketed off fast." Although Porter spoke to his sister, an anxiousness to his voice as he did, the pearl eyes seemed to be scanning about the room. His heart almost sunk though he figured Arisa could just be late... he looked over his shoulder to see if perhaps she'd be walking up behind them, coming into the dorm room on cue. But alas, nope... Silvery white eyes glanced around again, from one voice to another. Movement catching the dimensional hoppers gaze, a grin almost instantly on his face. A tail! Blue, arrow headed...
The small travel case was left to drop the short distance to the floor (nothing overly dramatic about it, Porter was never one for much grace in those situations), stepping back, a hand touching Ellie's back as her brother guided himself around her. Excitement buzzed inside the magneta hued male and usually, especially without the holo-emitter, Porter looked as if he was carrying the worlds most sharpest chip on his shoulder.
"Risa!" Sure, she was obviously in a conversation with someone else, or whatever that caused her to be standing at someones door... but who cared! It was Arisa! He missed her! She was taller! Then again he was much taller too... and she was.. she.. wow! Older! And her hair was cut! Damn thing half tangled itself around any branch that was within a mile of them, but this shorter version seemed far more managable and actually suited her! "Who's he to be hogging you to himself? I may have to start bashing heads for attention hm? I've been here a whole ten seconds and no hug!"
Re: Generation X Dorm: The New Team Arrives“And mankind is naught but a single nation,” he read in Arabic, the words flowing from his tongue. Pausing, he looked at the sentence curiously, re-reading it to make sense of what it meant. It was the word of God, the wise scholars had told him, it was the word of truth. Yet in somewhere in the beautiful script, Armaan sensed a hidden meaning, something more than just a simple fact. Mankind was one, the sentence read, and yet Armaan didn’t know what to make of it. Was he part of mankind, a soul united under the sight of God? Or was he some baseborn creature cursed because of his genetics? Looking up from the holy book, he caught sight of his face in the mirror opposite his bed. I look like a man, Armaan thought wryly. And yet most of humanity condemns me as different.
Sighing, he continued to read the book in a soft voice, his mouth intoning the words yet his mind fixed on the same sentence. He hadn’t gotten very far when he heard a knock on the door. From the corner of his eyes he could see a blue figure standing in his doorway, a female from what his peripheral vision told him. Finishing off the sentence, he closed the holy scripture and closed his eyes. Lifting the book up, he kissed in reverence and opened his eyes. He then put the Koran on his pillow and focused his attention back on the female who stood shadowed at the threshold of his room. A ready smile crossed his lips and there was a calm to him he hadn’t experienced in a while. It was almost as if religion had tamed his nervousness and had replaced it with a reign of peace.
“..I hope I’m not imposing,” She had said, a smile forming across her lips. Armaan looked at her oddly, a half smile of his own greeting her. “Unless you want to stake this room as yours, I somehow doubt you’re imposing.” His voice was kind and his lisp more pronounced than he’d had hoped. His words were meant as jest, but Armaan could never be exactly sure how someone would take his wry sarcasm. Looking at her, the Afghan began to realize that she was actually quite pretty, and that the blue only added to what was already there. She is mankind, his thoughts whispered like a fresh tide. She is not a base abomination, and neither am I. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, the hazel-eyed mutant wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say. Should he invite her into his own room? Ask her if she needed help? Perhaps he should rise and greet her properly, as was befitting a guest and compatriot.
But instead of the awkwardness which threatened to build, she spoke up again, a look of relief washing across his olive skin. “I don’t suppose you’re here for the new student team as well?” She had asked, almost redundantly Armaan supposed. Nodding, he let his legs swing off the side of his bed, his bare feet grazing across the soft carpet below. “I am,” he said beaming with pride. The smile was one of victory, almost as if her words had made his deepest hopes a reality. Armaan Khan was part of a student team. The very thought made him somewhat delirious. “I’m Armaan,” he said as a way of introduction, “and I have this bad habit of turning into sand…” The words weren’t meant to sound like they did, and the Afghan wondered why he blurted out his powers in the first place.
Armaan rose off his bed and began walking towards his door when another voice, male this time, called out to the girl before him. Risa? Was that her name? Having heard it vaguely, Armaan couldn’t remember ever knowing her. His smile wavered as the boy approached, joy evident on his face. Apparently he knew the girl and from the looks of it, they hadn’t met in a long time. That, or they just got extremely excited every time they met one another. Standing awkwardly halfway to the door, Armaan simply looked on, a blank smile on his face. Part of him wanted to slink back to bed, while the other part wanted to head out and meet the team. If they all knew each other and he became the proverbial ‘new guy’, Armaan knew he’d be more than just awkward. Infact, now that he realised that his teammates might know eachother, the Afghan ctually felt like an idiot for being saying all that stuff about her wanting to stake his room and about his powers.
Sighing he wondered if he could still request to be removed from the team…
Taylor Andrews
Team : Gold Strike Force Co-Team : X-Treme
Iceman
Bobby Drake
Team : Red Strike Force
Shinzon
Scimitar Commander
Matthew Rosenberg
Eldest of the Rosenbergs
Lady Death Strike
A Clawed Huntress
Posts: 390
(6/21/06 7:13 pm)
Re: Generation X Dorm: The New Team Arrives
As he approached the main entrance to the Generation X dorm Bobby was relieved to hear that the voices inside were seemed happy and cheerful; always a good sign when the people were about to embark on an adventure together where at points they will be laying their lives in each others hands. As the ice mutant rounded the corner he saw that Porter and Arisa we’re stood in the doorway of one of the rooms furthest from the main entrance, to his slight relief Porter hadn't activated his holoemitter, with the emitter on his appearance seeming in line with what people would consider ‘normal’, now however Porter was back to what his mutation had done to him, a deep magenta skin tone with pale eyes. In one way it wasn’t for Bobby to judge, he had never had to deal with his mutation causing a physical change to his appearance, he had friends who had had to cope with it, Kurt for one, but they didn’t have emitters to take away the obvious difference and in a way Bobby wasn’t sure the emitter was a good thing; by hiding away like that it seemed like someone was afraid of who they were; although Porter may have a valid reason for it Bobby hoped that living with people that had physical differences would help and Bobby made a mental note to be aware of when the young man wasn’t wearing the emitter.
Past the pair he could see that Eliza was sat in the main common room which only left Armaan unaccounted for, he hoped the young Afghan would be coming. Bobby cleared his throat slightly as he entered the dorm to partly announce his arrival without being to dramatic and as he approached the pair he saw with a certain amount of relief that Armaan was stood a little back from them in the doorway to the room he guessed the young man had claimed as his own. He smiled as he noticed the reunion between Arisa and Porter; he knew that they were old friends and as such Eliza would know Arisa quite well also and he hoped this meant that the team would work together a bit easier, as long as they allowed Armaan into the clique.
“Hey,” The ice mutant said lightly as he slowed in front of the others, his joy at them all being there evident on his face, he slowly made his way past them still speaking, “Good to see you all here, can we go through to the living area?” He walked through the archway that lead into the main living area, containing the kitchenette, sofas and a small table; smiling and mouthing a hello at Eliza as he walked in and sat down on the arm on one of the large sofa chairs. He hoped her self confidence would rub off on her brother soon, allowing him to use his emitter less, Eliza was proud of who and what she was and it was visible by the way she held herself and Bobby was impressed by that.
He was here, a swell of self satisfaction flowed through him; he had selected his members and was about to give his brand new team there greeting, from this point on Bobby felt like he was getting back to how his life used to be, not all teaching and paper work, but back to what Xavier’s stood for, mutants standing together as one; proud and willing to fight for what they are. A small smile spread over his face and he didn’t mind it showing, he had a good feeling about Generation X and was eager to see what the group of people could do.
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The boy she had greeted mirrored her smile, speaking up in a kind voice. As she looked at him, green eyes flickering over his form curiously, she noticed that he had spoken with a lisp. His skin was dark, like his hair, and it seemed to her that it suited him. Both his chin and nose were distinct, in a handsome sort of way, but his large, light eyes were easily the focal point of his features. That was where she found pride as he answered her. “I am. I’m Armaan, and I have this bad habit of turning into sand…”
She arched her brow slightly, cerulean lips parting to further her smile. Turning into sand..it was almost hard to picture. He rose up from his bed, his new height almost surprising as he moved to greet her politely..
Footsteps. She had heard them quietly for a few moments now, along with breathing down the hall, but it would have been rude to turn away from her new acquaintance while he spoke. Now they were only a few feet away, and she couldn’t resist a glance at what she could only assume to be more teammates, probably strangers.
No, not strangers.
"Risa!" Her eyes widening as the wonderfully familiar voice charged on, "Who's he to be hogging you to himself? I may have to start bashing heads for attention hm? I've been here a whole ten seconds and no hug!"
Whipping the rest of her body around, without a second’s hesitation the softly furred figure flung her arms up and around his neck. It was him, in the flesh! It even smelled like him..though his scent had changed over time, as most people’s did. He was wearing the shirt she had made him..she couldn’t believe he still had that thing! It had taken forever to make..
But out of the corner of her eye she could see Armaan, left hanging in mid conversation. With another brief squeeze she took a step back, “Just a sec Darren..”
An apologetic expression creasing her features, the blue feral turned a small smile towards the Afgan. “I’m Arisa.” Striding a few feet further into the room she extended her hand, meeting his with a firm grip. Speaking steadily she continued, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, Armaan.” Her tail gave a smooth flick behind her, and after a brief pause she let her hand slip back to her side. “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to excuse me, I have to smack the guy in the doorway..but we’ll continue this introduction later. I’d like to hear more about this..bad habit of yours.” Her gaze lingered on him for a moment more. She hadn’t met a mutant that could actually change into sand before..it was hard enough for her to turn into other living creatures..but sand? Just the sound of it was impressive, particularly to a shapeshifter.
Slowly she turned on her heel and took a meandering step towards the door, feigning a brief interest in the ceiling, before breaking into a short-lived run and colliding with the magenta male, arms wrapped around him in an ecstatic embrace. The momentum pushed the two back, stumbling to a stop a few feet into the hall. Her laugh was muffled as she squeezed him around the middle, head burrowing against her childhood playmate’s chest. How she had missed him! She thought she had grown, she was looking up at him, waaay up at him! It felt different, hugging him now..his torso was broader, more sturdy than the one she remember; had she tackled him like this a year ago they would have fallen in a crumpled heap..
Her eyes wandered up as she leaned back enough to look at him comfortably. Even his facial features had changed, but his eyes were still the same silvery white, the handsome marking around his eyes the just as they had been. Smile lingering she spoke up softly, her slender brow arching. It was so, so nice to see him, “Hey you..”
She could hear another person in the room, breathing lightly.. As she released the prisoner of her strong embrace, and took a few steps back, her eyes fell over the other colored mutant in the room, greeting Porter’s sister with a familiar nod and smile, “It’s good to see you Ellie.”
As she paused a slight, uncomfortable sensation took root inside of her, not because of the twins per say, Eliza and herself had always gotten on just fine, and Porter..well of course they got on, but what would they think of Arisa’s disappearance? It was fine and dandy to be introduced Armaan, he hadn’t known her. Her invitation, probably sent at the last minute as she had arrived so recently, had not included the names of her team-mates. While she was ecstatic to have the twins on her team, the weight of her past had lodged itself on her shoulders again. It was obvious that Porter wasn’t exactly angry with her, but there was a good chance he would enquire about it the moment they were alone. How the hell was she supposed to sum that experience up, even to him?
She wouldn’t. She would keep it simple, brief, and leave out the life-threatening parts, which seemed to spare her most of the story. They wouldn’t want to know, nor did they need to, and that was all there was to it.
Her thoughts diverged momentarily and her ears gave an attentive twitch; she could hear steps moving quietly down the hall, but a solitary set this time. A few seconds later Bobby’s figure appeared around a corner, greeting the team he had put together.
“Hey. Good to see you all here, can we go through to the living area?”
She nodded pleasantly, moving to step forward beside Porter, before falling still. She turned her head slightly, a hand reaching up to brush a few short strands of hair from her eyes. She was waiting for Armaan. It must have been intimidating, seeing that the rest of the team was all in some way acquainted. At the Renaissance hotel she had known only Spike, nothing of the other occupants that crossed her path daily; at the brotherhood she had known only her mother and Phoebe, and they could not be expected to baby-sit; and on the streets she had known no one. She was too experienced in the role of the stranger to be apathetic to one in a similar position.
Once the hazel-eyed mutant had caught up to them, the three made their way to the living area. Her tail swept along behind her, swaying gently around her shoulders as she situated herself in a small chair. Sending another pleased smile up at Darren, she turned her eyes attentively to Bobby. Their first meeting had started, and it was only the beginning. Edited by: In Shadows Keep at: 7/4/06 9:46 pm
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Armaan wanted to kick himself for being such an idiot. Contemplating his words over and over again in his mind, the young Afghan realized how stupid he must have sounded to the girl. Blurting out his powers like some loose-mouthed child was both immature and uncalled for, and yet he had spoken them anyway. Chiding himself mentally, Armaan didn’t really know how to proceed. He was stuck in the middle of his room, halfway between the door and his bed, and he looked somewhat confused as to what he was supposed to be doing. He lowered his gaze and blushed as the girl turned to embrace the purple boy, his nervousness at their affection causing him to shift from one foot to the other. Armaan had never been good with people showing their love and affection to one another. Hailing from a culture where even holding hands in public was considered taboo, the Afghan found it hard to not be awkward around such open displays of affection.
As his gaze traced the hardwood flooring of his room, the Afghan shoved his hands into his pocket and plotted his next course of action. Now that the friendly girl had met an old friend, there was no need for her to pay any attention to Armaan anymore. Or so Armaan thought. “Just a sec Darren..” she had said, obviously addressing the purple mutant. Flicking his light eyed gaze up to her, Armaan found himself smiling as she turned towards him. If anything, his heart soared with pride to realize that he hadn’t been forgotten at all. “I’m Arisa.” She said, finally introducing herself. With wide eyes, he noted how she entered his room and extended her hand towards him. For a second he blinked back confusion and shyness as he reached his own hand forward and grasped hers. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Armaan" Nodding, Armaan grinned brilliantly and shook firmly. “Its great to meet you too, Arisa.”
“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to excuse me, I have to smack the guy in the doorway...but we’ll continue this introduction later. I’d like to hear more about this...bad habit of yours.” Letting out a small laugh, Armaan blushed as she let her gaze linger on him for a moment. “Alright then,” he said with a smile, his gaze flickering towards Darren. “You can go smack him now. Just don’t get hurt.” Letting his hand slip away from hers, the sand mutant returned to his bed and slipped his bare feet into a pair of slippers. If he was going to meet the rest of the team it reasoned to have something to walk around in. Almost instantly he heard the sound of feet stumbling and what seemed to be a scuffle in the hallway. Turning sharply, he found himself looking on as Arisa almost leapt into the purple mutant’s arms. They seemed to know each other a lot better than Armaan had assumed and another stab of doubt tore into him. Shaking it off, he looked up again just in time to see their team leader slowing before his doorway.
"Hey," he had said, and Armaan smiled awkwardly. Bobby taught the young Afghan in two classes, and although Armaan was painfully shy, there was little doubt that the Ice Mutant didn’t know who Armaan was. “Hey,” Armaan replied in a soft voice, almost sure no one could hear it. “Good to see you all here, can we go through to the living area?” The team leader asked. Nodding, Armaan stepped forward almost immediately, his mind set on following Bobby’s every word. As he finally left his room, Armaan was pleased to see that Arisa waited for him, and a surprised smile lit up his lips. Catching up to where she stood with Porter, Armaan fell into step with her and entered the living room, his eyes almost instantly catching sight of his third teammate. Smiling politely to her, the Afghan noted how much she resembled the boy who could only be related to her somehow. He walked in last and took a seat upon a spare couch, folding his legs under him to get comfortable.
The butterflies in his stomach seemed to be doing cartwheels as Armaan waited for Bobby to begin, his mind still reeled from the excitement of finally being on a team.
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You’d think after his comment Porter may have expected a hug but in truth he hadn’t, he wasn’t sure what he expected but the last few months people seemed to just gravitate away from him and he may know people and talk to some and like the company of a selected few students, but something tingled in the depths of Porter’s mind that just rang like a paranoia towards people growing distant. It wasn’t a thing of his imagination though, his retreat to the holo-emitter was causing a rift between him and his twin and Porter was so caught up in his own anger and lost confidence that he didn’t realize his sister was so upset with him for it. Teachers had their own issues and students eventually got tired of having to put up with Porter’s cynicism, not while they were going through their own troubles and the only comfort Porter had was that he wasn’t close with anyone other then the smallest group, mainly Arisa and his sister. There were some others that liked Porter, though he couldn’t stand some and others just weren’t people he’d spent time with outside of passing in the halls or during mealtimes.
There was a difference in their embrace compared to when they were younger though, at least in Porter’s world, and that too still caught him by surprise, a flutter in his stomach and the way his mind focused on how her slender form, the firmness of it against his front and the strength of her hold on him. Darren had always been smitten by Logan’s youngest daughter, though he had never expressed it in any form other then the gentleness he rarely showed and the kindly spoken words he infrequently offered to people. Amanda Tristin, the twins foster mother, dotted the kids with attention and affection, most of which Darren had knocked back save for the few odd times she managed to get through to him before he refused to live with them any more. One time had been rather helpful, and it had been Porter was 14 turning fifteen, when he started acting a little differently around Arisa, or more accurately, started feeling a little differently. Though he’d had crushes on a few girls, which Arisa lightly teased him about on occasions since instead of talking to the girls that peaked Porter’s interested the boy went on the verge of ignoring and avoiding them. It was obvious that the magenta mutant though was hardly infatuated with the girls, he may have gotten taken by their looks as most boys tended to do which often resulted in him losing interest when he learned a little more about them.
Hanging about constantly with a girl was bound to cause issues with Porter’s other male acquaintances who had started commenting on the close friendship the two had, and being young meant that it bothered Porter more then it would if they started doing it again. Having other guys start going on about Arisa being Darren’s girlfriend in jest was confusing and troubling for him back then and it was embarrassing to bring it up with Arisa since they’d never discussed anything of that sorta between them, sure there were the occasional jokes and the closeness… but at the time Porter was convinced if he tried asking her things like that were would be a chance she’d suggested they have time apart while he sort out his thoughts. Arisa would never do that. And yet Porter knew he had still been scared of unnerving her enough to cause her to back off, since at that age dating was rather a new and serious thing and if he asked if that was what they were doing and she said no not only he’d feel like an idiot for asking something he should have known without a doubt, he’d make her possibly uncomfortable around him and everything would change.
Amanda had sat down with him and for once in a long time they had talked like parent and child and Porter had seemed so pleasant and content for the next few days that followed, feeling sure and confident once more and while Darren realized that he did like Arisa, he also knew that he was one of the closest people in her life, her immediate family aside, and Arisa hadn’t showed interest in anyone else.. and she wasn’t like other girls. Somewhere inside Porter felt if he asked her out she may have said yes, and yet that’s not what he wanted, because knowing Arisa as he did he knew that she’d say yes even if she wasn’t sure. And since then he’s been there for her, been anxious to have her around, and yet never tried to step over the reasonably blurred lines of their friendship. If Logan’s daughter liked him enough for further steps, she’d let him know, in her own way, in her own time, and all Porter had to hope for was make sure that he didn’t miss the chance.
Coloured hands only just began to rest on the curve of her lower back, the material of her top pressed against his fingers only briefly before signal of parting came in the momentary tight sqeeze that ended with Arisa stepping away from him. Finger tips brushed over the fabric and rested for a moment on her waist, only due to the girls movement and while the tips of the fingers lingered there it was far from intimate, the expression on her face leaving a curious gaze focused on the girl as she began to speak.
“Just a sec Darren..” Hands fell away from her, left on their own with an awkward shifting of positions as his arms moved to place hands in his pockets, then let them fall free by his side… then crossed unsurely before he inwardly rolled his eyes at his own awkwardness, forcing his arms back by his side with only his thumbs hooked into his pockets. If Arisa did have a boyfriend, sure Porter would be disappointed, but she’d always be his friend and most dates come and go a lot faster then most friendships. That didn’t mean he’d enjoy being on a team with her and her beau, he knew he could manage to deal with it if he had to, but it’d hurt still, watching someone he cared about throwing herself at someone who, in Porter’s opinion, couldn’t possibly truly understand her, not like he could. The line of thinking was also connected with his reactions to Ellie and her dates, though it was more protective and more towards Ellie deserving someone great, not just average Joe, and he didn’t want to see his sister just falling for any smuck that happened by. One day she’ll have her own life and her own home and her own world, and he’d not be able to be there all the time, and if she ever needed help, Porter wanted to think the guy she shared her world with would be there to help her, to pick up the pieces and hold her together. Porter knew one day she may meet someone that his twin really cared about and he’d not be able to sway her affection, all Porter could do was pray that fate would bestow that affection on someone worthy, and more importantly have someone worthy bestow their affections on his only sister.
Curious pearl eyes watched as Arisa moved off, unsure if he should stand there and stare or just slink off while neither were focused on him. The pain of doubt masked perfectly in a near blank stare at only those closest to him could hope to see for what it was, if this guy who’s room Arisa was in, meant anything to her, then… Porter would just have to respect that, like he always did towards her and her choices, even if he didn’t understand he was never one to pressure her without just cause and this was her life.
“I’m Arisa.” Wait… Porter thought for a moment… thinking back, they were sounding very newly acquainted… which means if anything there would only be low level flirting, ok, so her time with Arlen had thrown Porter off and for all he knew the two were just friends, it’s not like Porter ever went up and actually asked about it… ok, that’s a little bit of a lie… he talked to her elder siblings, Madison may have been snappish and cynical but she was still unsure, there was fondness, Arlen was besotted with Arisa but was Arisa infatuated with Arlen? Connor and Madison both expressed uncertainty and if that was the case… there was almost an inward sigh, if that was the case and Arisa was uncertain in the degree her siblings expressed that only meant she was in desperate need of a friend, a best friend who understood both her words and her silence… cue his name to start flashing in bright pink neon lights.
“it’s a pleasure to meet you, Armaan.” Porter almost smiled, off in his own little thoughts as he watched her tail, it may be odd to most people not used to seeing tails but to Porter it was a part of who Arisa was and the memories attached to that tail were both pleasant and sad, the amount of times the poor girl hurt her tail or had someone step on it when in the crowded hall as they lined up… and during training on occasions… but the way she sometimes flew like a monkey threw trees! The name ‘monkey’ was thrown about in various circumstances in their past, though the two had a few selected names, some for tease, some for comfort, some for affection and some for annoyance… they may love each other, that didn’t mean they never fought! Even at the worst of moments though they managed to pull things together and work it out, it was more then feeling guilty for having argued, with the limited collection of close friends and the lack of parental support, the two usually ended up coming together for support, even if they had been the cause of each other’s upset in the first place. Over time that just became engraved into their relationship, when they did argue rarely a day would pass before reconciliation was made.
“Its great to meet you too, Arisa.” Armaan huh? Porter stared at the other, and was honest enough to give the guy his due credit in the fact that some girls would be attracted to him, black curls and soulful hazel eyes, a light creamy coffee coloured skin and a shy smile with handsome facial features… A contrast to the magenta mutant, short straight hair and pearl white eyes, an air of confidence in his stance despite the awkwardness he felt being in his own skin. For now he wasn’t alone though, not only was his sister here, but Arisa too, and that meant Porter was safe from assault, only an idiot would start something up when surrounded by equally different looking people. Perhaps Armaan wasn’t all evil… if Ellie was staring at him Porter would be more restrained in leaping in as suddenly as he often tended to do with loud mouth arrogant jerks that try fondling her at every misstep they make! Still… some checking up would be discreetly made, he didn’t want those close to him getting involved in anything that could hurt them… and matters of the heart were always the most painful of situations when things go wrong.
“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to excuse me, I have to smack the guy in the doorway..but we’ll continue this introduction later. I’d like to hear more about this..bad habit of yours.” …Bad habit? Imaginary feathers fluffed a little at the comment, Darren having missed the earlier statement Armaan made and leaving him to wonder what kind of bad habit he had and why Arisa would want to bare witness to it! The comment of hers however just before that was enough to distract the oddly coloured mutant, a smirk caressing the corners of his lips, as kids Arisa had actually been stronger, much like her brother and sister the girl did possess her father’s dense muscle structure, even if they were far slender then their parent, especially in the girls. With additional muscles needed and constantly worked on due to the use and retracting of her bone claws, it meant that her arm strength was slightly increased, though things would be more levelled out now with Porter’s athletic build… still… the girl had an advantage. Arisa was a tough cookie and the amount of times Porter accidentally got hurt around her were uncountable and yet Porter had made it unmistakably clear to her that if she dared consider distancing herself from him he’d hurt him more then any scratch or bruise. If anything their play fights and his presence helped Arisa learn to control her claws and her strength compared to her other siblings who still struggled, and for the most part remained distant, even with their close friends. It took Connor up until last year before he really started spending a fair amount of time with Riley and some others on a lesser scale, Madison still stuck to herself though focused on fighting aggressively anyone who would be foolish enough to stand against her in the danger room.
“Alright then,” There was a laugh, not too strong but hardly a soft chuckle, at least he seemed… somewhat ok… he couldn’t be all bad or Arisa wouldn’t show him a moment of notice, and the fact Armaan was so pleasant to Arisa while she was in her true form secretly won points in the back of Porter’s mind. Dark eyes found themselves upon the dimensional portal summoner and in return there was a neautral look sent back, not entirely unpleasant but not all warm and fuzzy either. Darren was never one for vibrant emotions when it came to strangers… always so closed and reserved, defensive of people he didn’t know and shinning a bad light on them that they themselves were expected to prove wrong and for the better.
“You can go smack him now. Just don’t get hurt.” A soft smirk came at that, something about the boy’s expression saying that there was definitely no chance for that, something teasing and playful but half truthful as well… you can beat the girl senseless till the air you breath burns you lungs and your knuckles bleed and the skin is torn only from your violence… and the instant you fall to your knees in exhaustion… struggle to catch your breath… there are those clothes, the beaten girl pushing herself to her feet, taking the abuse and still there ready to dish it back! Remarkable! Then again, Arisa would never let it go so far… if she wanted she’d smack them upside the head with a fistful of bone claws, that’d leave them motionless on the ground… only that wasn’t entirely Arisa’s style… she’d only harm if pushed to her limits, for whatever reason, she was a hero, and no matter what Arisa did in her life, she was always so pure… even if Arisa herself didn’t believe that, her heart would never give up without a fight, and that made her special.
A smile greeted Arisa’s return, something caught the girls attention though and naively Porter glanced at the spot on the ceiling that she took a keen interest in for a moment, long enough for his curiosity to get the best of him. The blur of motion as Arisa rushed him caught Darren yet again offguard, his arms wrapping about the girl quickly merely to help keep his balance, an ‘oomf’ all that came from him at the impact. In the room the Afghan turned sharply to look back at them, the surprise in Darren’s eyes quickly replaced with a brighter look as he laughed, yet another rarity Arisa brought out in him. His head quickly tucked down, her own face buried against his front, her warm breath creeping through his shirt and tantalizing his skin, his white eyes closed for a moment of peace, forgetting all other intrusive eyes that may be prying, trapped in a bubble of their own making, his own breath only lightly stroking against her ear as he held her. The years of ticklish torture taught Darren how sensitive the young woman was to touch, the only part he discovered she’d not twitch being her brow… constant plucking to define the eyes brows, whose colour and texture altered slightly from the softer silkier fur that graced her body, much like the now cut strands of hair that fell just above her shoulders.
As her head pulled away Darren lifted his, the pearl eyes opening and a smile still cast down at her… she was so much smaller now… one could bet these new differences that occurred during their separation would be brought up in one form of comment or another, most likely some playful tease. Emerald eyes peered up at him, her nimble form leaning back, features so different and yet so alike to how he remembered her, and as always it seemed Arisa knew the path of his gaze when no one else could do much more then guess.
“Hey you..” The boys smile brightened slightly, charming and boyish in so many ways and such a contrast to the glare and scorn that seemed to have almost become his neutral expression in the last year or so. ‘hey’ was replied to her hey but only in thought, his mind whispering it back as if somehow that’s all he needed to do to have her hear him, his smile still numbly gracing his lips as he felt unsure and yet content towards such close proximity with her… it didn’t even matter that her arms were so tightly clasped about him that he felt as if should she squeeze any tighter he’d find it hard to breath. That in itself was amusing and comforting, though Arisa’s arms loosened and fell away, their body drifting apart and the warmth of her form as it departed leaving a cool feel to his skin. A breath was drawn into Porter’s lungs, the only hint his breathing had been somewhat shallow and restricted though only part of it was because of the strength in the clasping arms.
“It’s good to see you Ellie.” Ellie? The side look that turned towards Porter’s twin was a clear sign of remembering something he’d forgotten, as if everything else had slipped his mind for the last few moments and now only slowly started to return. Ok… slightly embarrassing but at the same time he’d not wish to have neglected the moment of greeting for anything in the world, he missed her so much and the brief contact was enough to send chills down his spine and butterflies exploded with electricity in every inch of his body.
“Hey. Good to see you all here, can we go through to the living area?” The words came from nowhere, and it took a few moments longer before Porter spotted Bobby Drake and stared at the X-men with an expression of indifference. Like most children born of X-men they were raised to consider all the older longer termed X-men to be aunts and uncles…the only difference being the Porter and Ellie hadn’t seen them as often due to living outside of the school growing up and only coming for classes during the day and occasional weekends stay with various X-men. Porter and Ellie did most of their sleepovers with either Logan and the Summers. Even though Iceman walked off Porter remained patiently for Arisa, noticing her glance back at Armaan, which rewarded the Afghan with yet another one of Porter’s indifferent glances.
With Armaan catching up to them, Porter gave Arisa a smile and then they continued on to the living room, the large set up spacious and packed at the same time, modern without being that weirded out artsy kind of modern, the glass top dinning table looked expensive and Porter couldn’t help but picture it being one of the first items to go as far as damaged goods go. He didn’t know it was along the lines of bullet proof glass and that even the simplest of things weren’t as fragile as they may appear, this was after all a school for mutants, things needed to be made to survive accidental abuse. Definitely plenty of space to sit down, the table aside there was a sofa area which made watching TV more comfortable, or reading a book as the wall was lined with a neat and crafted bookshelf already filled with what they needed for any class they took as well as other popular literature that students might find themselves enjoying if they give the books a chance. As Arisa sat down Darren crossed his arms and stood beside her, just an inch or so back, everyone was settling down and finding their places, but Darren was happy standing there, Arisa’s face looked up at him and he caught the movement and offered her yet another smile, this one accompanied with a playful wink before his eyes returned to their new leader.
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As it turned out Ellie had barely started worrying about what it was going to be like to live with Darren and potential strangers, when her twin showed up behind her. She smiled slightly, as the fact that Darren had actually been more or less ready on time betrayed that he was as nervous as she was about this change of living arrangements. She was also more than pleased to see that he had not switched his holoemiter on, though had she paid more attention to their team line up she would instantly had understood why.
"Gee, you rocketed off fast."
She smiled sheepishly knowing he was right, she could have waited a little longer. But what was done was done and as she watched her brother it seemed that he had already forgiven her and turned his attention to other things. He was looking around their new home which consisted of a big sitting room with a TV, bookcase and a multitude of other little things designed to make them feel at home. Then there was a kitchen which was nicely appointed and she had no doubt that the fridge would be well stocked. But her brother’s gaze just swept over all of these things and came to rest somewhere down the corridor that she presumed lead to the bedrooms.
She tried to see what had drawn his attention but could not quite make it out. What she did notice however was that there were voices coming from that direction. So that was where the rest of the team was hiding… should she go and introduce herself? She had not quite decided what to do when she felt her brother’s hand on her back. She turned to him but found, to her surprise, that he was moving past her and heading down the corridor. Darren was introducing himself? What was going on here? She did not have to wait long before her brother’s voice told her all she needed to know.
"Risa! Who's he to be hogging you to himself? I may have to start bashing heads for attention hm? I've been here a whole ten seconds and no hug!"
Arisa!? Ellie felt her stomach knot. She had not seen Arisa in a long time and now they were on the same team. Her, Arisa and Darren. Why did the idea of this combination make her feel so ill? Arisa was Darren closest friend; she should be relieved that there was someone else on her team that was used to her twin’s changeable moods and sometimes difficult temperament. But as she watched the slim blue figure hug her brother, she just felt bewildered and lost. She should have read the team line up… she should have been prepared.
Arisa’s friendly greeting brought back memories of when they were children. Arisa had been Darren’s best friend and Ellie had been relieved to know that if something happened to her brother that he could not tell her about then he had someone else to rely on. But it had been different then. They had been children and even if Arisa visited every day, at night she would go home and it would once again be just her a Darren. But now she would be here all the time and what would happen then? Would Darren prefer spending time with her? Would the rift that had started to form between her and her brother get bigger?
Or would Arisa’s presence and her looks which were as different as Darren’s help her twin overcome his fear of who he was? Ellie could only hope that Wolverine’s youngest daughter would be a good influence on her brother. But that brought up the question of where had she been? What had happened to her? Ellie could not help but be worried, for if Arisa was anything like her siblings then her long absence had probably not been a pleasant one. But Ellie was to nice to ask things like that, but she did decide at that moment that if Arisa messed with her brother in any way bone claws or no she would protect him.
“Hey, good to see you all here, can we go through to the living area?”
Eliza turned to see Bobby Drake striding into the common room. He flashed her a smile and sat down in one of the very comfortable looking arm chairs. She couldn’t help but smile back, as Bobby was one of those happy go lucky kind of people who made you feel happier from the moment they stepped into the room. But she reminded herself that he was their team leader and it was not all that polite to stand while he was seated, so she went and sat down.
Then she watched as the rest of their team emerged from the bedrooms. First her brother followed closely by Arisa, Ellie noted that she had changed a little since she had last seen her, and then a face that seemed slightly familiar but that she could not put a name to. He must be someone she had passed in the corridors but had never been introduced to. She turned her attention back to Bobby as her other team mates settled themselves into the other arm chairs. But there was one thing that made the knot in her stomach tighten and brought unexpected tears to her eyes. Darren had chosen to remain standing and he was stood in a slightly protective manner at the shoulder of Arisa’s chair…
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Bobby watched half smiling to himself as the four members of Generation X entered. He gestured towards the other available chairs around him; the plush furniture making the kitchen/dining/living space a comfortable area to hang out and Bobby hoped the team used this to there advantage when it came to getting to know one another, whether it be from scratch or rediscovering old friends.
As they settled in Bobby instantly noticed Darren; he hadn’t sat but had remained standing, some team leaders may have taken this as a challenge to their authority among the team but that wasn’t something Bobby was about to fall into; he would only flex his leadership muscles in that respect when it became necessary. What worried the ice mutant more was the look that Eliza gave the pair; Bobby had decided that past relationships between the three would be a risk he was willing to take for the sake of a combined team, it seemed to him Arisa had yet to notice anything but Bobby started to wonder if the twins would be able to cope with working, training and living together; time would tell and if there was problems he hoped they would see him as a sort of mentor but in the long run he would not risk the safety of anyone on the team especially in a field situation, but Bobby hoped it would not come to that.
Bobby shook any negative thoughts from his mind, not was not the time and as all eyes turned to focus on him he had to make sure that he was clearly feeling positively; sometimes it helped not having telepaths on a team; bobby thought to himself wryly.
“Welcome to the hub of Generation X,” Bobby said in a half mock tone, outstretching his arms to incorporate the small dorm area. “All four of you have been chosen to be a part of this team and I am glad to say we are in full attendance. One thing you all share in common is that you are all what I term ‘hereditary’ mutants, children of other mutants, but that is not solely why you have been put on this team and I must stress that. You have been picked for your unique abilities and I hope to see those abilities grow as our team matures.” Bobby was sincere, despite the fact that the teams members parentage had a factor in their choosing he did pick them for what they could do and the promise they showed and hopefully Generation X would help bring that out in all of them.
“I hope the move to the dorm here wasn’t to much for you and your old rooms are currently being held for you so that you can all move your personal belongings in without having to worry about deadlines however I will ask that the majority of the move is completed before our first training session.” Bobby smirked a little as he hinted towards when the group would get to start working as a proper team. “Due to the time the team members names were decided Generation X was not able to participate in the training island exercise that the other teams did,”Which turned out to be a slight blessing in some ways.“As such we are a little behind in the team work stakes, some of you know each other, some of you don’t, however when we get out there past relationships mean little, we will need to work as one so I want you to all try and get to know each other as if you had just met; I realise this may be a little tough on you Eliza, Darren.” Bobby smirked at the siblings playfully, he was well aware that the only real ‘new’ person out of the four was Armaan, the others knowing each other since childhood, however he did not want to segregate him early by pointing this out, he felt it was a good idea for them all to try to get to know each other on an equal footing.
“You are all different, we are all different and that is something Generation X I hope will come to be seen for; powers, personalities, physicality’s, you are all unique and we are going to use that to our advantage, show other mutants that we are proud of what we are, who we are and that we are willing to fight for it,” Bobby cast a knowing glance towards Darren, he knew that out of all of them in the room he was the one that struggled with himself the most; a history of taunts because of his magenta skin had made him start to use a holo-emitter to try and blend in and to Bobby’s satisfaction Darren had not worn it today; he hoped that living with Eliza, Arisa and Armaan; all who have shared a similar history due to physical or ethnic differences, would help him come to terms with what he was and Bobby made a mental note to recognise how Darren coped with this.
“I have set up a danger room session for us all to begin catch up with the other teams, I am finalising the time but I hope it to be in a couple of days; we will show the other teams that we are a proper team and that anything they can do we can do just as well if not better,” Bobby’s playfully competitive streaked leaked out a little as he spoke, he smiled inwardly and calmed himself trying to tell himself this wasn’t a competition, but however much he tried he knew he just wanted to beat the other teams anyway possible. “However these first few days are for you to settle in and get to know each other, I will post a notice up letting you know when the first training session is and you will also be receiving your finished uniforms by the end of the day which I will request you where to the first danger room session. I realise that you in general lack danger room experience so we will be working on some basic training schemes and hopefully if all goes well we will do a basic scenario as well so you will need to be well rested before then.”
Bobby paused for a moment trying to think if he had forgotten anything important; he probably had, it had been a long time since he had spoken in a ‘leadership role’ to a team and he felt a little out of practice, he just hoped the team members didn’t notice to much; “So, I’m guessing there are a few questions waiting for me so, shoot.”
Re: Generation X Dorm: The New Team Arrives“Welcome to the hub of Generation X. All four of you have been chosen to be a part of this team and I am glad to say we are in full attendance. One thing you all share in common is that you are all what I term ‘hereditary’ mutants, children of other mutants, but that is not solely why you have been put on this team and I must stress that. You have been picked for your unique abilities and I hope to see those abilities grow as our team matures.” Arisa quietly mused how much planning had gone into her invitation, surely not much as it had been sent out just the night before. She’d been at the institute for less than 24 hours..and hadn’t left the med bay. How was it Bobby had heard of her arrival in the first place?
A smile danced over her lips, the doc must have tipped him off.
“I hope the move to the dorm here wasn’t to much for you and your old rooms are currently being held for you so that you can all move your personal belongings in without having to worry about deadlines however I will ask that the majority of the move is completed before our first training session.” She shifted slightly in her seat, she hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to Bobby about that yet. She couldn’t move in just yet, not while Spike still needed her help in the med bay. She was hoping to have a private word with Bobby but he had been the last to arrive.
“Due to the time the team members names were decided Generation X was not able to participate in the training island exercise that the other teams did. As such we are a little behind in the team work stakes, some of you know each other, some of you don’t, however when we get out there past relationships mean little, we will need to work as one so I want you to all try and get to know each other as if you had just met; I realise this may be a little tough on you Eliza, Darren.” She smiled, glancing first at Darren, then over to Eliza. Eliza…looked upset. Or maybe it was just the light, she couldn’t tell..it had to be the light. If it was something else Darren would have noticed.
Arisa turned a warm smile to Armaan, she knew he was the odd one out, and she was determined to make him feel welcome. She got a good feeling from him, and she was rarely wrong about things like that.
“You are all different, we are all different and that is something Generation X I hope will come to be seen for; powers, personalities, physicality’s, you are all unique and we are going to use that to our advantage, show other mutants that we are proud of what we are, who we are and that we are willing to fight for it,” She nodded subtly in agreement, her tail brushing Darren’s arm softly. She was unaware of Darren’s recent attachment to his holo-emitter, but she had seen the way he was picked on for his color. She had clobbered more than one graceless blabbermouth over it as a kid.
“I have set up a danger room session for us all to begin catch up with the other teams, I am finalizing the time but I hope it to be in a couple of days; we will show the other teams that we are a proper team and that anything they can do we can do just as well if not better. However these first few days are for you to settle in and get to know each other, I will post a notice up letting you know when the first training session is and you will also be receiving your finished uniforms by the end of the day which I will request you where to the first danger room session. I realize that you in general lack danger room experience so we will be working on some basic training schemes and hopefully if all goes well we will do a basic scenario as well so you will need to be well rested before then.” That was something she was really looking forward to, the chance to try her skills and see how well they matched up to the others. She had done a lot of fighting at the brotherhood, training was the only real time she had with her mother. She had learned a lot in her time away, both good and bad.
“So, I’m guessing there are a few questions waiting for me so, shoot.” She leaned forward slightly, artificial light falling over her cerulean figure as she spoke up, “I’ve got a small question..my friend is in the med bay and I’m, for all practical purposes, his caretaker. He needs someone there, especially at night, and the Doc has other things he has to do. I hope it won’t be too much of a problem that I can’t move into the dorms fully just yet..”
Her tail gave a slightly uneasy flick. She didn’t feel good about asking for special permissions on her first day on the team, but it was why she had come to the institute again in the first place, to take care of Spike. It was not a question of whether she could take time to care for Spike, it was a question of whether the time she had would be enough for this team.
Firm in her resolution, her tail swayed more smoothly around her shoulders. Her canines became more pronounced as she spoke in a soft tone, “I should be able to attend meetings and training sessions, but I can’t move in immediately..” She wanted to give this team her all, but she had other responsibilities that she couldn’t set aside. She just hoped they could see it that way.
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