Getting a drink and straightening up
As the mild funk of the kitchen hit her, Faye wrinkled her nose a little and looked around. The kitchen looked like a small disaster had hit it and also looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a long time... In too long. The other rooms she had glimpsed through open doorways she had passed looked pretty dirty too so the kitchen being like this wasn't too big of a surprise. As she spotted a refrigerator tucked away in a corner of the room, she made her way over to it, grimacing slightly at the way her shoes stuck to the floor. It was like the floor of a theatre room.
Her nose wrinkled again as she opened the door to the fridge, her eyes catching the sight of leftovers from chinese food from who knew when, half eaten sandwiches, and other ancient foods that littered the shelves. The only thing that looked recent was the beer that was stored away where the veggies should have been. Taking the risk of being attacked by who knew what on the shelves, she reached out to grab an unopened carton of milk. As she opened it though, she coughed and almost gagged in finding the milk way past expiration.
In the next moment, the carton was flying through the air and landed in the overflowing trash can that stood not too far away. <This place...... is disgusting!> She thought as she grabbed up one of the beers. She doubted that the beer would be spoiled like the rest of the contents or the fridge. It was as safe as it was going ot get. Closing the fridge, she looked around for a place to sit. The chairs were almost the cleanest things in the kitchen besides some spots on the ceiling... They'd have to do for now, she thought.
The beer was pretty much chugged, her not being too fond of that brand but being thirsty enough not to complain. Faye then crammed the bottle down into the trashcan before looking around th ekitchen again. She couldn't leave it the way it was. Her cleaning addiction was too strong and this kitchen was too dirty!
<Well, pulling out something to help clean this place up with shouldn't make me fall out...> She thought before reaching into her back pocket and pulling out a small ziplock bag. She squinted a little at the contents before placing the bag into her pocket again and pulling out another. Finding what she needed, she dumpped the contents out onto a space she had made on the cluttered table then she ran her fingers along the clippings.
A bucket of soapy water, a scrubbing brush, a mop, rags, bottles of soap, and a brillo pad came to reality and she gave a half-smile as she reached for the rags and bucket. Her eyes darted over to the fridge and giving a crack of her neck, she went to it. She'd start there.
It didn't take long for her to get the kitchen halfway decent and she was a little proud of herself. Now at least she didn't have to worry about catching anything from there. Sitting down, she opened up another beer and took a sip.
(OOC: Sorry for keeping you waiting!! Life’s being a bitch *grumbles* … mostly anyway. Um, when do you wanna have this take place? It’s not THAT important as there’re so few BH threads anyway, but we might just as well thinki about it.)
Why was she here again? Mareesa still couldn’t find an answer to that rather simple question. One she asked herself quite frequently at that; every time she found herself in the Brotherhood’s hideout slash headquarters to be precise. It certainly wasn’t a cosy place to hang out at, though in the showgirl’s case, she of course never “hung out” anyway. Doing such a, shall we call it mundane, thing was not her style. But then again, this entire place wasn’t.
For the umpteenth time, the Drama Queen reminded herself of the reason why she had joined the Brotherhood in the first place. It helped. It always did. Whenever she felt like complaining, Mareesa focused on the big why behind it all and suddenly managed to see everything in a different light. Not that these people had been of any use to her so far. No sir, quite the contrary. Yet that didn’t mean they wouldn’t ever fulfil their purpose…
Despite knowing better, the showgirl felt driven to pay the kitchen a visit. She knew there wouldn’t be any good food. She knew the floor would be sticky and the sweet smell of decay would infiltrate her sensitive nostrils. But if nothing else, it would be some form of entertainment, if a disgusting one. She could head home right after having confirmed once more that those dwelling at this place either lived off beer and half-rotten whatever-it-had-beens or had their own food supplies somewhere else. Considering what types of mutants she had met around here so far, Mareesa assumed a little bit of both was true.
Entering the kitchen, the blonde woman was surprised to find an unfamiliar face in an unfamiliar kitchen. The latter was the greater surprise. Lifting a foot up and down a few times confirmed her suspicions. “You’re new here,” the Drama Queen stated instead of a greeting. It was just then that her turquoise eyes looked at the other straight, something like a hint of amusement in her eyes. “Give them an hour and it’ll look, smell and feel as it has before.”
Her words didn’t sound like a wiseass remark, though few people would probably have figured out just what they were right away. Then again, Mareesa had never been good at showing appreciation, unless faked. Yet being able to walk through the darned room and not pity her stilettos was something the naturally sexual showgirl was quite glad about. The only really interesting question that remained was for how long this girl would be able to keep up her cleaning habits in here.
The most convincing lie is one we believe Ourselves.
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Just as his memory recalled, and his wild ember eyes confirmed, there was little this place had to offer when it came to passing time. Television was only ever interesting when the feral himself was making an appearance. The training facility, in his opinion, wasn't up to par. In the absence of those two aspects there was only a handful of other choices left. The days earlier activities had instilled a small and growing blood lust, but all of that was going to have wait. Beer however, was the dominant and winning choice.
“You’re new here. Give them an hour and it’ll look, smell and feel as it has before.”
The faint and growing scent of cigar smoke was the only given sign of another being nearby. For a mutant of such impressive size and stature, Creed was incredibly light on his feet. A trained skill instilled in him years ago by one japans greatest assassins, the foriegner. Half of the things Creed knew were routine, and frequently showed up in unnecessary situations. "If it gets ta' smellin' like that again, Faye here's gunna be left scrubbin' blood." Came his usual naturally harsh, and often times frightening voice. It wasn't a threat directed at Faye, she was just somehow thrown into the cleaning duties. The threat itself was meant for just about everyone.
Holding himself in the doorway, a few feet behind the unfamiliar blond beauty, Sabretooth gave her a quick glance over. The impurity of his initial thoughts weren't all too obvious, yet still weren't quite hidden either. It was a look like any other man might have given her, However it was devoid of the raw and animalistic intensity he had shown in attempt to frighten Faye moments before.
Sabretooth was truly a mountain of a man. He came towered more than six inches over the both of the women. Combining the two of them together, their weight would be just about the equivalent of his large muscular physique. Bringing one of those long lethal sets of skewers he so commonly called hands into sight, he picked the half cuban from his toothy grin. "What's yer' name, kid?" Creed questioned calmly, sounding a bit stern like usual. He already knew Faye, he was after all the one that brought her to the Brotherhood.
Slowly, his attention strayed, caught up by the looming scent of beer. A slightly hostile eye was given to the new recruit. But, no words were given just yet. He could allow her to get away with swiping one beer, but that damn well better be it. The beer was his, Sabretooth was the one that looted it, he was the person that should be drinking it. Almost all animals are highly territorial in nature, Creed was no different, in fact most people would probably consider him far worse.
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Faye turned her head when she heard someone enter the room and looked to see some woman who looked to be in her late teens early twenties standing there stepping one foot up and down. One of Faye's brow raised until she realized what the other woman was doing then a slight grin formmed out of amusement. She had obviously been expecting the fly-paper texture to be there and had been caught off guard.
Faye took the woman's time of distraction to quickly note her features. She was blonde, had blue eyes, but both of those simularities had alterations to them compared to her own. The other woman had black streaks in her hair and her eyes were turquoise not robin egg blue. The other woman also looked slightly older.
“You’re new here,.. Give them an hour and it’ll look, smell and feel as it has before.” Faye wa about to reply to that comment when following the slight scent of cigars came the voice and presence of Sabretooth. "If it gets ta' smellin' like that again, Faye here's gunna be left scrubbin' blood." The threatening tone and the mentioning of blood made her smirk a little but at the same time she wasn't sure on how she felt if it would be a Mutant's blood that'd be spilled. She had no problem with killing and maiming Humans or someone who served them but she doubted that the people here were either.
It was hard to do concidering who had spoken the threat but she made herself assume that he was just giving a warning to help keep them from messing up the kitchen again. Looking at him though, it made her have aharder time thinking that. <Damn he's huge....> She thought, tracing the rim of the bottle of beer with a finger as she thought. <And he doesn't have any desire to control himself.> She thought as he glanced the other blonde over, his dirty thoughts evident in his expression.
<Better than him looking at me like that... Look at her all you want, that'd be great. She can have all your interest and keep them away from me.> She cheered him on in her mind while doing her best to keep a straight face. Faye couldn't forget how he had looked at her before in the car even if she wanted to, which she did. It had made her too uncomfortable, frightened her actually. To the point where she started to become slightly uneasy be even being reminded of it, that causing her to look away and draw her attention back to the bottle instead.
"What's yer' name, kid?" Faye had a slight habit of looking at someone when they were the only one talking in a place btu she resisted the habit this time, not wanting to look. He wasn't talking to her anyway, he already knew her name.
Her throat had gotten slightly dry from her discomfort so she took another sip of the beer, harefully handlingthe bottle to avoid touching the lable. Then as she set it down, she just lifted up the corner of the lable and peeled the stupid thing off to just get rid of the problem. No matter how small the crown symbol on the lable was, she didn't feel like bringing it out into the real world. What use would there be for a crown anyway. Crumpling it up, blank side out, Faye tossed it into the now nearly empty trashcan.
(OOC: .... XD … I had completely failed to notice the replies. So. Clever. Anyway, sorry for the shortness. I suck at random posts, apparently.)
A flinch. Of course it had been surprise, not fear, that had been the trigger. The latter needed a certain state of mind to occur, and thus, if you didn't anticipate to be harmed, you could not be scared. Likewise, her eyes expressed curiosity, if anything at all, as she turned to look at the soundlessly approaching colossus, mind occupied with the simple question as to how someone as massive as he could enter a room without being noticed. Granted she wasn't exactly flabbergasted, but that too was rather understandable considering that frequent mingling with mutants was bound to result in one's getting used to even the most fascinating of things.
Standing as she was, the Drama Queen shortly considered getting a beer herself but ended up deciding against it. First of all she didn't overly like it... but more importantly she didn't trust this kitchen's glasses the slightest and there was no way she'd be caught drinking out of a bottle like some...some... Well, she couldn't really decide on a proper word for that breed of people, but rest assured it was something she didn't want to be associated with. If you made most of your money entertaining the rich and blackmailing the richer, there was a certain reputation you had to uphold and make sure you weren't putting off potential... customers.
A neatly done eyebrow was raised lightly as she unwaveringly returned his look in a fashion not unlike his own. A beastman? Intriguing, albeit not enough to justify any real effort on her side. She wasn't that desperate. "Well, what's yours, gramps?" Mareesa's velvet voice asked instead of a reply, head tilted to the side just enough to take some of the potential edge off it. Seriously though, this guy couldn't be old enough to justify his calling her a kid. She was 21 for heaven's sake! And if he did regard her as a child, well, all the worse considering that glance-over he had made her undergo.
The fact itself she didn't really mind. Having grown up in a nightclub, surrounded by showgirls, there were just some things she had got to know so entirely differently than what others would consider normal or even healthy. Too differently to care about a dirty look, someone undressing her with his eyes. Actually, she tended to do it herself. An eccentric kind of poetic justice. Mareesa Williams knew about as much about that thing called love as the Ferelle's heiress about poverty. She had heard of it but couldn't quite grasp the concept. See. Want. Take. Simple as that – no strings attached. At least not to the Drama Queen who, however, had frequently used sex as a means to get what she wanted. Useful fun, at some times more entertaining than at others – was there supposed to be more about it?
The most convincing lie is one we believe Ourselves.
Re: Getting a drink and straightening up"Well, what's yours, gramps?"
Her words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Sabretooth was still slightly glaring at the sight of Faye. The way she ever so annoying spun her finger around the bottle. She couldn't possibly be old enough to drink, not that humanity's laws really mattered to him, Creed was just looking for a reason to stir something up. As she began to toy with the label, he too began to toy with something. Doubt. Granted the girls powers were highly useful, but she had just gone through heart complications, and now here she was drinking not even an hour after recovery. "Ya realize I ain't savin' yer' @$$ next time that heart a'yers starts messin' up, right?" Came a slightly irritated warning. Whether or not he'd actually leave the little brat to die or not, it depended really, Creed wouldn't be beyond either means of action.
Bringing his attention back to the other blond haired, blue eyed woman, he found his aggravation tuned down slightly. Judging by her previous tone and seemingly sarcastic reply, she seemed to have a bit of an attitude, which only increased his current interest in her. There was nothing like a strong, arrogant, and gorgeous woman. Well except a rich, strong, arrogant, and gorgeous woman. But, Sabretooth being interested in someone for money purposes would and could only result in thier death. Mareesa however, he was only interested in physically so far. Not even so much as a fellow Brotherhood member. Simply put, to him, she looked like she was good for nothing more than cheap thrills. Sadly, an all too common asumption Creed tends to give women he doesn't know.
Treading past the both of them, toward the once unholy captor of fungus and spoiled foods, which most call the refrigerator, Sabretooth too sought himself A drink. Apparently though, a drink wasn't the only thing Sabes pulled out. There was a large fang riddled grin, as his attention again headed toward the Drama Queen. "It's Creed, I ain't yer gramps... But, I might be willin' ta play daddy for ya... if ya ask real nice." He replied rather lasciviously and completely lacking shame all together.
Using just the point of what most would consider his equivalent of a thumb, Creed popped a hole right through the metallic bottle cap, basically leaving a metal coating over the rim of the bottle. Granted they weren't as strong as the claws of that other, inferior feral mutant, but even the non-adamantium version Sabretooth sported was quite dangerous.
With beer now safely secured in hand, he contemplated leaving the two of them in search of something better worth his time. Just what exactly was still the problem. There was nothing else coming to mind, and it was highly doubtful that he'd find anything besides the ever popular rampage through the city streets. Although that urge would normally win out, there was still the small matter of his secrecy. Such drastic actions would only announce his presence not only to everyone at the institution, but the NYPD, and more than likely several government agencies. Which left that option out, and kept him standing there, hoping something entertaining might come from all the senseless chatter.
Re: Getting a drink and straightening up"Ya realize I ain't savin' yer' @$$ next time that heart a'yers starts messin' up, right?" She might have been uneasy about Sabretooth but she still had her pride and him just bringing up her heart issue and saying that bit about saving her. After he made his introductions and the dirty comment to the still un-named blonde, Faye stood from where she was sitting and turned to face the man.
"I never ask anyone to save me because I don't need anyone to. I've been handling things myself just fine and to have anyone try to say they're going to save me from anything just pisses me the f*ck off!" She snapped. She had heard about the damage those claws could do and didn't doubt it any and she had heard about his viciousness and everything but at the moment, she just tried to push that aside. Sure he made her nervous but she wasn't going to be spineless around him! She wasn't going to puss out in front of anyone that just wasn't how she was.
Her temper might get her into trouble one day, that wa what her father had told her once. In this place and with the person she was snapping so carelessly at, this might just be that day but Faye didn't care. She had a short fuze, so what? At least she was being honest to herself instead of being cowardly about confrontation! She was above those cowards that buckled under pressure.
Right now, she was standing in a very dangerous place and in a way that would seem to make her even less capable of reacting if he were to lash out. In reality though, with har hands resting on the back of her hips and her fingertips dipping just barely into the edge of her back pockets, nothing could be further from the truth. Her temper glimmered in her eyes and jaw set slightly. There was nothing wrong with her heart at the moment and she took that for granted. She would pull out a beast or weapon in a second if she felt she wanted to.. at least that was what she told herself.
"I want you to get this right, if you wanted someone you can just talk any old way to and that won't do anything about it, you might as well have dragged up some of those non-mutant son of a b*tches, painted them green or stabbed some fake wings into their backs, brought them here and called it a day. I'm not going to be one of those fake-mutants that go to mush." She stated.
Faye was mostly pissed about him just openly bringing up the topic of her heart than the actual saving comment. She didn't want or need that information broadcasted to everyone. It made her seem sickly and weak which was something she wasn't. She could function just fine, just had to keep from taking it too far with her abilities, that's all. And she would get over that one day!
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Hernandez had just walked in from a long day. He had consulted with his friend and favorite assassin, Richard Draven, and had learned of a few fairly nasty developments. One was that somebody had asked for the airlines to keep a look out for a man with his description. Admittedly, that wouldn't be to hard to do, considering the lack of seven foot tall Hispanics running around. The other development was some blowhard from the Church of Humanity talking about how humanity needed to exterminate mutants. This normally wouldn't be a problem, but it had been a while since Hernandez had ordered the execution of anyone, so richard was going to kill the impudent fool. Richard definitely has exceeded the normal limitations of the human race the large mutant thought to himself. It was odd that a being that believed in mutant superiority could have a normal human as a friend.
Francis Hernandez was about to get some rest, when he heard a commotion in the kitchen. He didn't bother reaching for a gun or activating his powers, certain that his raw physical strength could deal with any problems encountered. what he saw shocked him.
He could actually see the floor.
It was a miracal that most people would normally ascribe only to divinity. Someone actually knows how to clean something up. Amazing.
Francis recognized Sabretooth and the Drama Queen, but there was a new woman arguing with Creed. It was not the method Hernandez had used with Sabretooth's abrasive behavior, but the knowledge that he could shift into his full dragon form and simply bite off Creed's head might have had something to do with his patience. Of course, that would depend upon having enough time to transform, and Francis was fairly certain that he could hold off Creed long enough to start.
"I never ask anyone to save me because I don't need anyone to. I've been handling things myself just fine and to have anyone try to say they're going to save me from anything just pisses me the f*ck off! I want you to get this right, if you wanted someone you can just talk any old way to and that won't do anything about it, you might as well have dragged up some of those non-mutant son of a b*tches, painted them green or stabbed some fake wings into their backs, brought them here and called it a day. I'm not going to be one of those fake-mutants that go to mush."
A broad smile showing even white teeth in his dark face gleamed, as Francis appreciated the fire within this newcomer. He saw her hands near the back pockets of her jeans, and wondered if she was so new to danger that she left herself open like that, or if she had some sort of weapon hidden there. He took off his sunglasses, showing his solid orange orbs that he had for eyes, and slid them into a pocket on the inside of his brown sport coat. He made sure to step heavily and make some noise, even though Creed probably smelled him before he even opened the door. Hernandez deep and smooth voice slid out, saying "Oh, I am not sure. Despite their genetic impurities, there is the occasional non-mutant who is actually worth something. Thought they are very few and very far between."
Having seen the depressing lack of liquor in the house, Hernandez had taken upon himself the task of restocking. He had a large brown bag with him, and he set it on the counter and started removing bottles of scotch, whiskey, tequila and gin. He also took out a box of his favored cigars. "How does this place even function without such vitals as liquor and cigars?" Henandez took out a glass and poured himself some of the scotch, and lit up a cigar, savoring its flavor. Despite the tension of the new young woman, Hernandez wasn't very worried. One of the few advantages of making a living as a drug lord was the fact that tense situations became second nature, and you learned that there was no sense in worrying until the guns and blades came out. If it came down to that, Hernandez was sure that his partial form could hold its own against anyone present, and if that didn't work he could just change fully into his dragon form. Course it could be a little hard to explain how the kitchen got demolished, and it would be a shame to destroy it after it had just been cleaned.
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Her expression was almost a thoughtful one as Mareesa considered the giant's not-so-innocent reply. There had been a couple of men who had told her similar things. Most had been obese, smelly and generally disgusting – though their money had made up for it. Thinking happy thoughts always helped, the rest usually boiled down to some acting and making sure they got what they wanted soon enough so she could get it over with. She had never got to know her father, but still she was pretty sure that if what her uncle had done with her wasn't right, her dad wouldn't have been allowed to do these things with her either. So it was obviously just a figure of speech, and a revolting one considering the appearance and behaviour of most of her customers with that peculiar preference.
This Creed didn't look like them though. And it had been a while. Then again, he wasn't really her type either. Faye's passionate reply distracted the Drama Queen from her thoughts, attention focusing on the girl who had made this mess of a kitchen at least remotely recognisable as such. The anti-human sentiments Mareesa had long got used to, though she didn't share their view. Saying that out loud was of course out of question. She wasn't here to debate. And it was actually quite questionable whether she would still be accepted around the Brotherhood admitting that she didn't mind humans at all. To her it just didn't really make a difference. Mutants and non-mutants were not she, and thus all equally unimportant.
Hernandez's arrival was less stealthy than Sabretooth's and the showgirl couldn't help but wonder why this place had suddenly become such a people magnet. Usually they all avoided the kitchen, getting their food from somewhere less cramped with lethal things. Like fast food restaurants or shifty Chinese snack shops. There was a theory around that whoever could eat anything from the headquarters' kitchen and survive wouldn't have any trouble withstanding Victoria's poisons without so much as a blink.
"How does this place even function without such vitals as liquor and cigars?" Thinking this to be a good moment to sit down, the Drama Queen carefully inspected one of the chairs before daring to occupy it. "We live on idealism," she simply said, a hint of cynicism in her voice that wasn't dismissive per se, but quite close to it anyway. Actually though, it was just her way of quietly protesting against the Brotherhood's overdone emphasis on something as superfluous as ideology. Didn't they have anything better to do with their time?!
The most convincing lie is one we believe Ourselves.
Re: Getting a drink and straightening up"I never ask anyone to save me because I don't need anyone to. I've been handling things myself just fine and to have anyone try to say they're going to save me from anything just pisses me the f*ck off!"
That wasn't exactly the reaction Sabretooth had expected. By no means did he think that a young kid, let alone a female. would display such nerve. They were prejudiced thoughts sure, but through general observation, Creed had found his politically incorrect beliefs in many cases viable. Besides that, Faye seemed to know atleast a fair amount of his past misdeeds. His often times psychopathic and irrational state of mind would plague others with fear.
"I want you to get this right, if you wanted someone you can just talk any old way to and that won't do anything about it, you might as well have dragged up some of those non-mutant son of a b*tches, painted them green or stabbed some fake wings into their backs, brought them here and called it a day. I'm not going to be one of those fake-mutants that go to mush."
One might have expected Creed to react in violence, but that wasn't at all the case. The feral brute didn't even waiver in the slightest. A simple faint laugh was all she was going to get. His attention strayed back to his drink, which cleverly hid a growing smirk long enough for it hopefully to obscure it from recognition. "Ya done cryin' yet, kid?" Came a rather malicious reply. The tone alone made it more than clear that was trying to anger to push her further. It was a game to him, and he wasn't even making the slightest attempt to hide that fact.
He hadn't heard anyone approaching, having been distracted by Faye and her somewhat entertaining rant. But, now the person was practically in the room, Creed took notice. Hernandez most likely. He didn't know any other members, except Phoebe, but she was much lighter and her footsteps in returned would be been.
"Oh, I am not sure. Despite their genetic impurities, there is the occasional non-mutant who is actually worth something. Though they are very few and very far between."
That was something that had to be easy for him to say. Sure, of course humanity had it's value, for a wealthy Colombian drug dealer. Who else was going to buy his 'products'? Sabretooth hated humanity, he wasn't beyond using them though. But, his hatred toward for human kind was never really of the utmost importance. There were more important people that had to die first.
"How does this place even function without such vitals as liquor and cigars?"
"We live on idealism."
The array of tobacco and alcohol was slightly amusing. It was one thing for him, a being whose body is constantly regenerating itself, to drink a lot. But, for others, it often times proved to be a humorous site. Especially when those others see him consuming amounts that they most themselves most likely can't handle. Sabretooth couldn't help but think it unwise of them either. The Brotherhood could be forced into a mission at any given moment, although unlikely. Would they really be able to handle themselves if need be? Drinking could possibly prove itself a liability.
The other females reply brought back his attention. Although delayed, Sabretooth came to realize that she hadn't actually said anything of his crude statement. He hadn't even seen any signs of discomfort, let alone a negative reaction. That was very unusual, and increased a more general interest in her.
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A faint laugh came from Sabretooth then he took a drink before making a reply in words. "Ya done cryin' yet, kid?" It was clear to even her that he was trying to just get her more pissed but she didn't tone herself down any, his tactic working and sparking at her temper even more. The thing was, she didn't care if he was trying to get her mad, she only cared that she was growing more and more agitated. As she was just about to snap out a retort, yet another person entered the room and spoke. "Oh, I am not sure. Despite their genetic impurities, there is the occasional non-mutant who is actually worth something. Though they are very few and very far between."
Faye couldn't help but to look over and when she did, her eyes widened slightly at the sight of the newest arival to the kitchen. She had thought Sabretooth was a giant of a man, but now she was shown that she had been wrong. It was amazing that the man had even fit through the doorway. He was definately a mutant, his eyes a solid orange, and of course, there was his size. She just couldn't get over it as she just stared for a moment. <He must have to eat like a cow a day or something...> She thought.
Almost forgetting about Sabretooth at the moment, she watched the man has he set a paper bag down on the counter and began pulling out bottles of scotch and other alchohol, then a box of cigars. "How does this place even function without such vitals as liquor and cigars?" The man commented. "We live on idealism," Came a reply from the woman who had yet to introduce herself. After looking over at her, Faye's eyes went back to Sabretooth, her temper seeming to have been dissolved by the earlier surprise she had felt. She would let it drop.... but not without adding a last comment. "You may see my words as just b*tching and moaning but you'll never see me cry. I'm not the type to." She stated, replying to his crying comment before taking a last sip of the beer and tossing the bottle into the trashcan.
She turned to the giant near the counter. "Well, there may be the chance that the occasional non-mutant might be worth something but I still think they should all just get wiped out. Mutants are the superior race so we should be out there without them cluttering up our lives and without them trying to rise up against us whenever they think they come up against one of us." She told him, calmer now.
"You may see my words as just b*tching and moaning but you'll never see me cry. I'm not the type to."
Hernandez nodded slightly at the young woman's words, impressed by her refusal to back down before such a notorious killer as Creed. If the woman was willing to stand her ground before that killer, there was no way she would back down from other threats. The only drawback might be the fact that such determination can sometimes lead to a lack of tact and discretion in dealing with enemies. But that could also be from the woman's age or lack of experience.
After all, not all people can grow up with there father's consiping to murder them.
"Well, there may be the chance that the occasional non-mutant might be worth something but I still think they should all just get wiped out. Mutants are the superior race so we should be out there without them cluttering up our lives and without them trying to rise up against us whenever they think they come up against one of us."
Hernandez just kept his small smile, thinking that for the most part this woman was correct. After al, out of all of the humans that Hernandez had ever met, only one of them was worth anything, and he had taken immediate steps to employ him. Hernandez also had no desire to kill that human, considering that his two mutant children would probably take it upon themselves to try and kill him. Hernandez had invested to much time in those two's training to lose them in such a meaningless fight.
"I have to agree for the most part. So far, I have only met one human worth anything, but I could be biased as he helped me kill my father." There was a naked honesty in his words, but also a sense of detatchment in how he spoke of his father's death. It was almost as if killing someone were an everyday nusiance like tacking out the trash. "Naturally, I had to employ the man upon seeing his talents in assasination. One of the best investments I've made considering that his children are mutants."
Hernandez finished off his modest sized drink in a gulp, and considered the horrible events of the afternon. He had finished up the paperwork to set up some blind trusts and money laundering operations to enable him to give money to the Brotherhood without it being traced back to him. To do so, Hernandez had to employ several attorneys, which he viewed as being one of the lowest classes of humanity. It would be a week or two before some money could start coming in, but Hernandez hoped that an infusion of capital could help the Brotherhood transform into a more lethal organization. "Until we get enough numbers to destroy humanity, or at least a large amount of it, it is best to use the weaknesses of the human race against it. Consider what happened today. Some of the supposedly smartest members of humanity just helped me set up some blind trusts, international accounts, and ways to launder money for this organizations use. They all knew how I made my money, but desired money more than they desired to help their own kind escape the grips of addiction."
Hernandez face split into a broad grin, as he said "Within a week, week and a half, no one in this house will have to worry about having to 'live on idealism'."
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There really would have been much better places to have this conversation at. One with clean glasses and classier beverages than bottled beer for instance. For men it was alright to smirk into the latter, but honestly, a woman doing the same? If you didn't happen to be an extraordinarily butch female, it just looked off or embarrassingly common. Still, she couldn't just sit there and listen to these people going on about the petty little things they deemed so important. Some form of distraction was much needed lest she wanted to risk displaying her own sentiments all too clearly.
Look at me... The silent command went by unheard but certainly not ignored. They were no words but the very essence of an urge, triggered inside every single one of those people in the room, the urge to have a quick glance at the Drama Queen. Chances were those that were affected by it didn't even notice anything had happened, that – for the shortest moment – they had been without a will of their own. It was a necessary step for Mareesa's little trick to work though. They had to see her. And her empty hand.
Except that it was no longer unoccupied, but holding a glass of Martini she was sipping on, lady-like. The timing was perfect, the illusionary drink covering up what could have become an annoyed expression upon the mention of the extinction of mankind. This whole mutant supremacy thing just wasn't made for her. All the more attentive she got when the latest arrival to their cosy little kitchen group spoke of less ideological and more practical things. Money. Now that was finally something useful. "Kudos," she said with a small smile, and raised her glass to him.
Considering of how little use the Brotherhood and its members had been so far, this fanatic with his affinity to poetic formulations seemed like the first one with real potential to justify her joining this band of losers. Admittedly, he was as close (or far away) from her type of man looks-wise as Sabretooth, but didn't they always say those rumoured intrinsic values were far more important? Surely money and knowing how to get one's hands on it counted among them...
Feeling sufficiently satisfied with her lack of superficiality, Mareesa continued sipping at her imaginary drink, that looked, smelled and tasted just like the real thing. She would have an eye on that one... maybe he would turn out to be useful at some point. And if not, oh well, it wasn't as if she had anything more important to do. Life was all about lying in wait and watching out for that one moment in which you had to take the chance and... do... things...
For a tiny moment, the Drama Queen had the feeling that these ominous "things" had nothing to do with material possessions or expediency. Not in the actual meaning of this vague quote swimming through her mind anyway. It came and went though, and with another faked gulp, it was gone. Like so many of its kind before.
The most convincing Lie is one You believe Yourself
Re: Getting a drink and straightening up"You may see my words as just b*tching and moaning but you'll never see me cry. I'm not the type to."
Bitching, Moaning, Crying... It didn't matter what she wanted to call it. The plain and simple fact was that the little brat couldn't handle a simple comment. How could she be expected to have to deal with actual enemies of the Brotherhood when she can't even deal with a borderline verbal attack from a teammate?? In his own opinion, Faye was seeming less and less reliable.
As the little runt's attention shifted elsewhere, Creed growled ever so faintly.. It was an old conversation, one he had heard a thousand times. It was nothing but an annoyance, just like scratching a chalkboard. Hernandez was probably the worst part. The man had to love the sound of his own voice. Hopefully, it could be ignored. Just why Sabretooth diverted his attention to the still nameless woman wasn't even a question in his mind. Perhaps he had hoped she'd offer some sort escape from this mindless blabbering.
But, again annoyance triggered would only anger. "Humans are bad. Money's good. Done. Got it. Great. Now can ya both shut yer' f*ckin' yaps fer' two god damn minutes?!?" He interjected, his tone highly irrational like usual. "Shouldn't you be out chasin' yer little red white an blue delusion?" Came the follow up question directed toward Hernandez, obviously relating to another conversation. Faye wasn't forgotten though. "an you ya lil' runt, ain't it past yer bedtime yet?" This time Creed wasn't toying with her. By all means this was no game, the slightest retort could very possibly result in Sabretooth lashing out.
The half wasted cigar had fallen from it's perch upon his lip. The half empty bottle however was pressed tightly underneath his long serrated blades. With each growing breath came a soft metallic jingle. Dog tags, A small part of the unending blur he so frequently calls a past. But, he had always worn them, and likely would continue to for some time. Placing a bulky black boot down onto the cigar, he in essence put it out. Though, the act was clearly done with hopes of angering someone. The thought of bloodying up his nice clean white shirt was beginning to sound quite nice.
Granted his team mates weren't the only thing pushing his limits. Frustration after frustration had plagued the feral beast all of this week. Add that with the fact that he hadn't even caused anyone significant harm as of yet, let alone an actual murder, and your left with a man looking for any reason to start trouble. Killing wasn't just a hobby anymore, it was a necessity. Means of unleashing his every frustration. Although it wasn't an explanation he'd give out himself, it really was the only drug capable of taking away the pain of a tortured life.
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Sabretooth's actions brought a taste of bile to the back of Hernandez throat. Hernandez realized that the only reason Creed had survived for so long was because of his regenerative abilities. Creed had gone out of his way to alienate and insult just about every person in the room, and then had the idiodicy to refer to a potential threat as a mere delusion.
The whole episode left Hernandez wondering exactly what Creed's blood would taste like.
While Hernandez was more than wiling to engage in violence, he also realised that indisciminate killing only left the authorities with a trail to follow. Hernandez also knew that the way a weaker foe overcomes a stronger foe (and as far as resources and sheer numbers went, mutants were weaker logistically) was through cooperation, teamwork, and deception. So far, Sabretooth had shown no true reason for being in the Brotherhood other than the fact that it gave him a reason to engage in violence. While Sabretooth was without a doubt skilled at violence, it seemed as if violence was the only gift Creed brought to the table.
Very well. If he wants potential violence, let's show him potential violence. Hernandez thought to himself. A thrill of anticipation went through the drug lord. Hernandez had always prefered to utterly devastate his enemies, resulting in his rather ironic nickname of the Dragon in criminal circles. Given this reputation, Hernandez was not used to having others talk back to him in such a manner.
Anticipating a rather violent reaction from Creed, Hernandez took the oppertunity to shift into his partial dragon form. Pain wracked his body, but Hernandez refused to show any of it, believing that Creed was almost animal like in his actions, and normally beasts of prey attacked if they percieved any weakness. Hernandez also figured that it was rather futile given the enhanced senses of feral mutants, but also thought that it might give him enough time to complete his transformation. As he quickly shifted into his partial form, he felt a lot more self confidence when his armoured scales slide over him. His body heat increased to reflect the fire contained in his, and his neck extended, topped with a reptile like head with two backswept horns. His tail also grew out as well, and Hernandez took care not to gouge the floor with his clawed feet.
Looking at his ripped suit for a moment, Hernandez felt a twinge of regret over his torn clothes, but also felt the increased strength, speed and freedom this form offered him. Hernandez voiced had changed as wel, being both gravelly and sinous at the same time. Hernandez cocked his head slightly to one side to regard Creed, and growled out "Delusion? Well, as far as delusions go, it was a fairly substaintial one." A ember of resentment appeared in Hernandez eyes, as he remembered being fought to a standstill by one unarmed man. The shame of it fueled his anger, but there was also respect for the unknown warrior. Hernandez had seen people good at fighting before. He had seen men and women who had spent decades learning about the most exotic of martial arts. But up until that night, he had never seen anyone so perfect at fighting.
Hernandez slid out of his chair, and began pacing along one wall, his head and neck swaying almost hypnotically. "It was the first delusion I have ever seen capable of ramming a loaded semi into me. It was the first delusion capable of engaging twenty armed men, and rendering them harmless while unarmed and without superhuman abilites. No, I doubt that the word "delusion" covers a man that dangerous."
Hernandez honestly hoped that this explanation would calm Creed down some. It wasn't out of any real fear, but mainly out of practical considerations. Hernandez believed that a fight between the two of them would be liable to level a few rooms in the building, alerting anyone passing by to a problem, which could lead to the authorities being alerted.
But Hernandez couldn't deny that there was a part of him that would relish any violent confrontation and would rejoice at the shedding of blood.
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"I have to agree for the most part. So far, I have only met one human worth anything, but I could be biased as he helped me kill my father." Faye blinked at the comment. It was just not something someone heard every day... Well, not something she heard everyday anyway. "Naturally, I had to employ the man upon seeing his talents in assasination. One of the best investments I've made considering that his children are mutants." The man continued. "Until we get enough numbers to destroy humanity, or at least a large amount of it, it is best to use the weaknesses of the human race against it. Consider what happened today. Some of the supposedly smartest members of humanity just helped me set up some blind trusts, international accounts, and ways to launder money for this organizations use. They all knew how I made my money, but desired money more than they desired to help their own kind escape the grips of addiction... Within a week, week and a half, no one in this house will have to worry about having to 'live on idealism'."
Faye remained silent as she thought. This man was a Drug Dealer.... not necessarily the line of job she was too fond of. Faye wasn't too keen about things that caused a person to be out of control. She wasn't feeling like bringing that up right then though so instead, she was about to say somethign else only to get distracted by the other blonde in the room, looking over at the woman to see her down a martini which had most definately not been in her hand earlier. Then, Faye was re-distracted as Sabertooth spoke, her attention going to him.
"Humans are bad. Money's good. Done. Got it. Great. Now can ya both shut yer' f*ckin' yaps fer' two god damn minutes?!?" Irritation was clear in his tone. "Shouldn't you be out chasin' yer little red white an blue delusion?" Sabertooth snapped at the other man. <Looks like I'm not the only one not feeling the whole druggy thing...> She thought to herself. "An you ya lil' runt, ain't it past yer bedtime yet?" Violence could be seen in his eyes, she had seen it plenty of times in the eyes of the monsters she had created. As he dropped his cigar and put it out under foot on the floor she had just finished cleaning, her eyes narrowed, blue irises seeming to darken some between the thick lashes.
She saw something out of the side of her eye though which caused her to turn to look at the quickly changing Mr. Dealer man... By no means was it a pretty sight. It was actually startling, her not having expected it. <Looks like I'm not the only one who can bring out monsters..... but this is a whole different way of doing it...> She thought, taking a step back to give him space although she didn't look scared for some reason.
The reason there was no fear in her features was because of after all the times of having pulled out so many creatures of destruction, she became pretty much numb to this kind of sight. Although she did tense out of habit of getting out of the way after seeing such things come to be. "Delusion? Well, as far as delusions go, it was a fairly substaintial one. It was the first delusion I have ever seen capable of ramming a loaded semi into me. It was the first delusion capable of engaging twenty armed men, and rendering them harmless while unarmed and without superhuman abilites. No, I doubt that the word "delusion" covers a man that dangerous." Violent.... Full of himself at the moment... He didn't seem to out of the ordinary for a man after-all, Faye thought. Although she was glad that the anger wasn't directed towards her.
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Sipping at her imaginary drink just to do something, Mareesa watched the scene unfolding in front of her like a play. It didn't touch her, and why should it have? This wasn't her fight, if this tacky display of aggression was to be called such a thing. For a couple of moments, the Drama Queen found it quite amusing to picture these two savages rolling about all oiled up and grunting, but the image's qualities were rather of the ridiculous than alluring kind and thus didn't manage to hold her attention for long. She had never found male-only erotica overly appealing for the simple reason that she had no place in it. If you are the most important person in your life, you don't care much for things not including you. And that encompassed other people's satisfaction, at least in her subconscious opinion.
The look on her pretty face was thus a rather bored one as Sabretooth continued with his ranting, fingers absent-mindedly tracing over the relatively clean table in search of patterns and lines to entertain her sense of touch if nothing else. God, that man was just so vulgar. ... And other was scaly. *Now that came unexpected,* the blonde thought with a tone far less intrigued than the words themselves might have suggested, eyeing Hernandez' mutated body with a face emotionless save for a raised eyebrow and the lightest of frowns.
Another sip. What was she doing here again? Surely there were a million other things she could do that at least served some purpose, or at least had more of a practical use than sitting in this surprisingly clean kitchen and watching these guys readying to turn it back into its previous shape again. Well, whatever it was that awaited her attention, it certainly was not in here. "Whatever," the showgirl muttered stepping right between the feral and the dragon and leaving the room. It really wasn't surprising at all that the Brotherhood didn't make any progress if their members had nothing better to do with their time than wasting their time with silly arguments. Rivalry was one thing, but that? "Get stress balls or bones to gnaw at or something," she added loudly enough for them to hear while she was already in the corridor. Maybe she should just check on the club... if nothing else, the newbies trying to do everything right and failing miserably would be of some more entertainment.
Mareesa out
The most convincing Lie is one You believe Yourself
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Creed held back his anger, watching the drug lord take on his armored reptilian form. It didn't take much of an assumption to realize the man was expecting a more physical form of hostility. In reality, attacking wasn't honestly Creed's intention, although he now he was reconsidering that. Had the feral beast intended Hernandez harm, Sabretooth likely would have struck him during that little display of power. First hand experience had shown him that most mutants with similar abilities needed a fair amount of concentration to go through with such a physical change.
One of the girls left, but didn't garner much if any of Creed's attention. There more important issues, like the possibility of Hernandez looking to make a first strike. But, weighing a bit more heavily was the matter of this transformation. Clearly he had scales now, which might just hinder any use of Creed's claws. In a different area, Sabretooth might just have backed down because of this. But, fate had it they were in a kitchen. A virtual haven of useful weapons and tools. Thoughts of Cleavers, cheese graters, cast iron pans and their countless gory makeshift uses came to mind. Hell, there was both electricity and water available were he really desperate. It was simple. With Creed's skill, there was no way Hernandez could win a full fledge fight, not in this location at least.
"Delusion? Well, as far as delusions go, it was a fairly substantial one. It was the first delusion I have ever seen capable of ramming a loaded semi into me. It was the first delusion capable of engaging twenty armed men, and rendering them harmless while unarmed and without superhuman abilities. No, I doubt that the word "delusion" covers a man that dangerous."
A wicked little grin began to form as his head shook disapprovingly. "Delusion... fantasy whatever. Jus' Keep it ta' yer'self. I don't care who rammed what where, or how many men have been 'engaged'. Don't really wanna hear two sh*ts 'bout yer sick little world..." They were words intended to annoying and infuriate, Too seep under the drug lords skin and flood his mind with irrational thoughts. It was the simplest of mind games really. Although for some reason he doubted the man was homophobic, it could still prove disrespectful enough to generate a fairly a good response. Hopefully enough to provoke an attack.
Creed wasn't going to strike first, it was a matter pushing the other person into it. It was for sake of blame really. Were the Brotherhood to have a problem with it, Hernandez for the records would have been the one to strike first. Of course there was also the probability of him backing down, but really now, how much strength would that show? Hernandez would never get Sabretooth's respect if he walked away now. He be branded as a coward and treated like filth.
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"Delusion... fantasy whatever. Jus' Keep it ta' yer'self. I don't care who rammed what where, or how many men have been 'engaged'. Don't really wanna hear two sh*ts 'bout yer sick little world..."
Hernandez could tell that Creed was baiting him. The thought that a man with as much military and mercenary experience as Creed not knowing what the term engaged ment was an obvious clue. In a normal condition, Hernandez would have brushed off Sabretooth's comment. But one of the disadvantages of either of his altered forms was the increased bloodlust. It became much easier to antagonize Hernandez into a fight, but few would ever willingly seek such a fight, especially if they had seen Hernandez's full dragon form. But none at the Brotherhood had seen that aspect of Hernandez power, and he did not intend to show it unless it was necessary.
After all, it never hurt to keep a little something in reserve in case of unforseen situations.
In any case, Hernandez started to slowly stalk towards Sabretooth, his claws extended, ready to rend and tear. As he drew near, his forked tounge started to flick out, tasteing the air like a snake. Yet instead of picking up the taste of a particular anger, all Hernandez tasted was a general anger, looking for an outlet. This oddity was strange enough to shock him out of his state of rage. Stupid. I forgot that this man was nothing more than a savage wanting a fight. He is just smart enough to try to make another start it, but is insane enough to be unpredictable.
Hernandez looked at Creed with his markedly inhuman face, studying Sabretooth as if he was trying to peer into Creeds very soul. Every instinct in his inhuman form told Hernandez to strike down Sabretooth, but his human mind cautioned against it, reminding him that Sabretooth was a trained assassin who was choosing to make his stand here. And one of the classic rules of warfare was to never fight an enemy on ground of his choosing.
"Every instinct says that I should kill you. The only advantage you seem to have brought so far is a new member who probably could have found us anyway." A ripple ran through the muscles of Hernandez's arms at the thought of tearing into such a mindless creature. "But I can't see you ever being an obstacle to great to remove if needed. In any case, if history repeats itself you'll either start a fight with the army and wind up shipped to some government facility, or let the runt canadian beat you to within an inch of your life again."
A look of true disgust appeared on Hernandez face as he considered Creed. Rapid healing, claws, senses second to none and the best training available, and the man still could not control himself enough to stay off the police radar! This thought was inconceivable to a man who had kept off of the radar of the authorities without using any of his mutant abilities, only his innate cunning and intelligence.
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As the blonde woman stepped in between the two, Faye rose a brow. "Whatever, Get stress balls or bones to gnaw at or something," The blonde stated before walking out. Faye didn't know what her problem was. After the initial shock of seeing an already humongus guy turn into some bulkier violent looking creature, this all started to become really interesting. Tere may actually have been a fight that was going to happen and the other chick was just walking out? That was no fun!
Faye slipped over to where she could grab up a chair then turning it backward, she sat down on it, straddling it and folding her arms over the back of the chair, resting her chin on one arm. Her eyes widened for a brief moment and she reached behind herself with one hand then pulled out a bag of popcorn in front of herself, setting it on the edge of the table. That little bit of using her powers shouldn't bother her heart, she told herself. It was just popcorn. Mostly air.... A twinge did go through her heart though but not enough to make her flinch.
At first glance no one would pin a girl who looked like her to be one who was entertained by people tearing each other apart and amused by violence. But she loved it all. Blood, gore, things that most people would think of as something out of a horror movie, it was fun to her. So the idea of these two going at it--- even if it meant messing up the kitchen to were it might take days to clean back up--- was delicious.
"Delusion... fantasy whatever. Jus' Keep it ta' yer'self. I don't care who rammed what where, or how many men have been 'engaged'. Don't really wanna hear two sh*ts 'bout yer sick little world..." Sabretooth stated with a grin. <Ooh hoo this is going to be interesting if that other guy takes the bait!> Faye thought, grabbing up a little popcorn as she continued watching. The thought of the violence that could unfold from this was exciting, it was causing her eyes to practically glimmer.
As the other man started to walk slowly towards Sabretooth, Faye leaned forward a little, grabbing up a little more popcorn and chewing on it silently, trying not to make too much noise so not to ruin the scene. There was a moment where everything seemed to go still, she could feel the tension building and paused in mid-reach of the popcorn bag as she waited to see who would strike who first. She wanted to see blood, she wanted to see violence, she wanted to see something!
"Every instinct says that I should kill you. The only advantage you seem to have brought so far is a new member who probably could have found us anyway." The still un-named man stated. <Oh damn, looks like it might wind down instead of getting to the good stuff...> Faye thought, a bit dissappointed.
"But I can't see you ever being an obstacle too great to remove if needed. In any case, if history repeats itself you'll either start a fight with the army and wind up shipped to some government facility, or let the runt canadian beat you to within an inch of your life again." The man finished. The chance of the fight having been avoided just rose some more anf she gave a small sigh before reaching for the bag of popcorn again, finally taking her eyes off the two.
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Almost. Hernandez had nearly taken the bait. A fact that was somewhat surprising. Sabretooth had given him a bit too much credit, assuming the reptilian mutant would need to be further antagonized into any sort of attack. <An animalistic transformation, I shoulda expected animal emotions...> He mentally briefed himself on the situation. Creed was beginning to think that baiting him like this wasn't the best of ideas. Hernandez himself in an angered state would have been a different beast altogether. But, like this, Sabretooth wouldn't be fighting a mutant in it's animal form like he had intended. Hernandez had seemed like the type to rely on logic, while more savage mind sets are usually emotionally driven. He'd engaged with an emotionally driven beast, fueled by that very baiting.
Still his face was masked by anger, Nothing more. That an emotion Creed knew so well. He had virtually unending supply of hatred at his disposal. When he wants, Sabretooth can become damn near impossible to read. Hell, even empaths have been known to have severe difficulties with him. If Hernandez was looking for anything beside rage, he likely wasn't going to find it. Atleast not through physical appearance.
"Every instinct says that I should kill you. The only advantage you seem to have brought so far is a new member who probably could have found us anyway."
Delusion had clearly been the right choice of words. Who was the scaled freak to assume he could actually hold a claw against an infamous assassin? Sure, he had wealth, but Creed himself wasn't a poor man either. Skill, it was doubtful. Even if scaly we're trained, Victor had probably two or three lifetimes of training over his head. So he could turn into some kind of beast, Faye there could easily make him a few replacements. It didn't seem like anything he offered was anything they didn't already have, or could get. Unlike Hernandez, Sabretooth was practically a brand name. A legend among mutant supremacy. His name was second only to the great Magneto, a true god among mutants that Sabretooth was privileged enough to learn quite a bit from. Then came the matter of enemies, Did Hernandez have first hand in combat experience with the likes of the X-men, The Hellfire Club, The horsemen, Any of the countless teams Xavier's has to offer??? Again, it was all highly doubtful. Yet, still he had the nerve to run his mouth, preaching about value.
Creed could have made his thoughts known. But, then he'd have to consider himself no better than the drug lord. He just wasn't a big fan of talking just to hear his own damned voice. But, he did mutter something softly, Just as Hernandez began spewing out more babble. "Coward..." It was almost lipped, it was spoke softly soft. But, still it was spoken quite clearly so it could be seen if not so much heard.
"But I can't see you ever being an obstacle to great to remove if needed. In any case, if history repeats itself you'll either start a fight with the army and wind up shipped to some government facility, or let the runt canadian beat you to within an inch of your life again."
Now somebody else wanted to play mind games. The army comment were futile, as was the vague threat. But, the runt part... Wolverine... Creed's blood was practically boiling. What'd he know about Wolverine and himself? One time dammit! One time Wolverine had beaten him! Only because of damn adamantium skewers found their way past his skull. It was luck. What about all the other times??? The yearly birthday beatings? Those wouldn't find their way out of Hernandez's mouth.
Sabretooth had nearly attacked, but through an unusual display of restraint, stopped himself. It wasn't like he wouldn't have gotten away with it either. The Brotherhood's current leader likely would sided with him. But, the fight was pointless, this agression could be better used. Besides, This here was if anything one more chance to piss Hernandez off. In a likely unforeseen way too. "Killin' ya ain't worth my havin' ta' scrub the blood off these claws..." It was truly meant to be disrespectful, him a man known for slaying just about anything, turning away from such a situation.
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