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 Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 11:58 pm
 Welcome to Academy XTwo years ago, in the 620 Universe, human and mutant relations seemed to be getting better on the planet Earth. That was until the horrifying events that occurred six months ago. One fateful night, after a long absence from the limelight, Magneto appeared above New York. Finally driven to insanity, he unleashed an attack on New York which killed 2.5 million innocent civilians both human and mutant. The X-Men, Fantastic Four, Avengers, and any other hero in New York City fought Magneto and his Brotherhood back and stopped them from doing any more damage. This was not the end of the conflict. SHIELD, a United Nations sanctions organization, found Magneto and his Brotherhood to be a threat. When Magneto and his team fled to the Island of Genosha, SHIELD unleashed several Sentinels with a seek and destroy order. The citizens of Genosha would not allow for their leader to be destroyed. Five million mutants died in this conflict as Genosha was scorched and left for rubble. Magneto was presumed dead. Despite Magneto being presumed dead, the human vs. mutant conflict was escalated to the highest peak. Mutants were hunted. Children were cornered. It was time for the X-Men to act. For many years, the Xavier Institute served as a home and school for children and teenagers who desired to learn about their abilities and train to be X-Men. No longer. To look impartial, Charles Xavier stepped down as head master of his school and appointed two opposing mutants as headmasters: Scott Summers and Emma Frost. The Xavier Institute (or "Academy X" as newer students call it) is now open to all students as a safe house. Even if students don't want to become X-Men or even if they did not share the Xavier view, the Xavier Institute would protect and teach each student equally. "Academy X" is now open to everyone. Over time, those students who joined the Xavier Institute as a safe haven grew to learn their powers and skills. Some teams end up more ensnared in the danger than others. Some by chance, some on purpose. They fight on the front lines defending their lives from villains such as Sugar Man, Fitzroy, Mystique, Mr. Sinister, and the Hellfire Club, Belasco, and the Shadowking... they take their blows and stand strong. No longer are they simply students, but they are becoming something more... they were becoming X-Men. Trouble doesn't find them. They find trouble.
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What to do in your character's first post, if you are a brand new character, and haven't posted before:All new characters will have been a student at the Xavier Institute for six months to a year. Because they have shown exceptional skill above their peers, they will be promoted from their student team to one of the Junior X-Men teams (this was assigned to you upon application approval.) The first post of the character would have them talking to either Scott Summers or Emma Frost about their promotion. Their dorm room would also be moved to the area where the Junior X-Men students are housed. What is the difference between the Alpha and Omega teams:Technically there is no difference between each team in the school; however, the Alphas are traditionally the "good guys" who believe in Xavier's ideals. The Omegas are traditionally more rogue/bad boys and fall more into their own ideals of how things should be done. This is not always the case, though. You don't HAVE to make your character take those views when on either of those teams. Alpha wears a black uniform with blue detailing. Omega wears a black uniform with red detailing. ׺°”˜`”°º× ׺°”˜`”°º× Previous Story: Story XVIII [18] Home Sweet HomeThings are relatively calm, normal, especially after the strange Vacation they’d all had…Life has for the most part completely turned to normal. The teams are able to catch up on classes, have a get together, and meet their team mates. A former student to the Academy Nathan Leblanc showed up at their doorstep however, a boy of eleven or twelve in clear need of medical assistance. Nathan Leblanc had come to the Academy two years ago… His powers had manifested earlier than most. It wasn’t particularly potent, but he could bring his imagination to life. To be more specific, he broke the barriers between a blank alternate dimension that he could fill with life, objects, an entire world—And let it pass into this one. His power manifested itself when his step father locked him in a closet without anything to eat or drink… And he imagined himself on the beach, relaxing, having a picnic, to take himself away from the darkness. When Jean and the Professor found the disturbance that was making Cerebro chirp like a bird on steroids—His entire family’s apartment had been turned into a beach. Not just a little sand… But the sun in a different place, a full open sky—No ceiling… Just sand and waves… Nevertheless, Nathan’s parents had pulled him from the school not six months ago. He’d really been making progress…But they wanted the mutation removed, not understanding that it couldn’t be done. How had he ended up on their doorstep--- Alone and bleeding? He and his family lived in the next state over. That is a mystery that has yet to be solved. ׺°”˜`”°º× ׺°”˜`”°º× Current Story XIX [19] Nightmare Before Christmas Sometime in the middle of the night, after the meet and greet the Alpha & Omega teams threw the mansion changed, as well as everyone inside. Instead of being the warm, eloquent and wonderfully modern campus the students are used to-- It suddenly appears as if it has jumped straight from the pages of an Edgar Allen Poe novel. There are cobwebs everywhere, the decor is different, the rugs are worn the floorboards creaky... Everything is essentially in the same place, but changed.
Most electronics such as cell phones, televisions, laptops are simply gone-- Replaced with vases of dead flowers. There are strange creatures, snakes with large eyes coming from the drains ever now and again. Said snakes often pause, and greet you, "Welcome to Halloween Town...Only 330 more days until Halloween!"
There are creatures under the bed that may try to eat you, monsters in the closet that might want to do nails, bats in the attic that sing, dust bunnies that attack, and a myriad of other creature features that are waiting to meet you.
Looking outside the mansion is no better. For as far as the eye can see, there in now a bizarre city surrounding the mansion that now overlooks town square from not far away. There are people, of sorts, bustling about, seeming to create different scary items for Halloween, throwing parties, announcing different gatherings, mask making classes...There are winged demons, clowns, vampires, werewolves. made scientists... Any kind of thing from a child's nightmare moving about in a simple society.
The X-Men are left to face the question of what happened-- And how to reverse what has been done.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 12:29 am
Important Player Information for Story Arch XIX Greetings, Happy Holidays, Our characters in this story arch will be emulating creatures from the Nightmare Before Christmas-- As well as any other fictional beast, that is associated with being frightening. They are not to REPLACE the main 'Nightmare Before Christmas' [All Credit to Tim Burton & Crew] Characters. The standards will STILL be in the story-- We are simply to take on their attributes to fit in with Halloween Town Society. The characters powers should nor be interrupted-- Unless you choose to become something that wouldn't allow your characters power to be possible. [Example: If Isabella became Zero, the ghost dog--Most of her powers would be useless to her since she wouldn't be able to speak.]Characters will also have the weaknesses of the characters they choose to emulate. [Example: Isabella is a stitched doll like Sally-- Therefore she is not as graceful as she usually is, and would be far less durable than normal. She should probably keep thread and a needle in her pocket...]There may be duplicates! [Example: Just because Isabella ended up being a stitched doll like Sally--Doesn't mean that you aren't allowed. If that is what you wish, you most certainly could go with that aspect as well. There is afterall, more than one vampire, werewolf, witch, ect in Halloween Town.]Have fun with this, and feel free to choose whatever you like-- Within reason. Use your best judgment. If you have questions-- Send AR or a Mod a PM!Here is a General List of Creatures to Choose From, and also information on Halloween Town if you've never seen the movie-- The Nightmare Before Christmas: (You may choose one's not from this list-- But associated with Halloween, within reason. The only off limits character is Oogie Boogie...)
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 12:32 am
Team: Alpha
Name: Isabella Stone
Codename: Siren
Location: Back to the Party - Small Time Skip And so it was that the night progressed…As far as Bella could tell, there weren’t any further incidents… Though the poker game that started with a few of the Omega’s, and a few of the Alpha’s was…Worrying, it seemed that they kept most of their clothes where they belonged, so she couldn’t complain. So long as the Omega leader was kept complacent there didn’t seem to be a problem. She wasn’t sure if anyone had really noticed her wardrobe change, but for the time being she didn’t say anything about the poor former student that had appeared on their doorstep.
She spent time, trying to remember the little things about him—Aside from his ability, but it was no use. Evelyn might remember, or maybe Gideon or some of the younger Omega’s…But things had simply been too crazy in the past few years for her to remember everything about everyone. But now she felt guilty for it. He had been too young to be on either team…So it wasn’t her job, her requirement to know him—But remembering the blood she’d washed off, she felt that she should have.
She spent her time wandering about, dancing a few songs—Getting to know the new members of her team, including the very new Corey Thomas. The goal for the night, of the teams getting to know one another seemed to have been accomplished… All of them may, or may not be on good terms with one another…But at the very least, they should know each other by sight. Danger Room sessions would help them further understand each others abilities… But this was a good, solid start.
Around one in the morning, things started winding down—Though many of the team members might have left before hand, it was quickly decided that the clean up could wait until the following day. It really wasn’t all that bad once all the perishables were gathered up and put away.
Eventually she bid goodnight to her team members and left the student lounge, intending on going down to the infirmary to check on the boy, Nathan.
**From Party - To the Infirmary**
“How is he…”, she questioned Henry McCoy who was looking through the patients window with some level of concern. Beast looked down at the Alpha leader and shook his furry head, watching the boy turn the page of a worn copy of a book he’d brought with him. One of the few possessions he’d had in the messenger bag that was slung over his shoulders. A change of clothes, a bit of food, a water bottle and a small ratty wad of bills. “He’s as well as can be expected. He’s exhausted, but he doesn’t seem to want to sleep…Elixir has treated him for his wounds. Most of them looked pretty fresh…Some of them were older and untreated. It’s good he came to us now before infection set in…”, the man spoke easily enough, making some notes on his clip board—Seeming to see things that Isabella didn’t. She breathed out a sigh… A frown marring her features. “Has Emma been able to reach his parents? I bet they’re worried sick…”
“Not so far… The last that I heard was that if she didn’t reach them soon, she would have to contact the police and notify them. Perhaps our contact’s are out dated… We could as the boy isn’t speaking…Not a word. And last he was here, he wasn’t a mute. Emma tried to scan him…But his thoughts are chaotic, his powers make him hard to scan gently without digging deep.”. “Maybe he’s just frightened… Whatever he’s been through—It couldn’t have been easy.”, Isabella responded, raising her hand to wave at the boy when he looked over. He stared at her, not seeming to recognize her—but nodded his head slowly, before looking back down at his book.
“It must have been tough, being all on his own…”
“Right you are Miss Stone. Either way… We’ll know more in the morning.”Bella nodded and took that as her dismissal… Though she quietly promised she would come visit the kid in the morning—No one ever wanted to be left alone in the hospital now did they?
**Infirmary to Dorm - Small Time Skip**
 Isabella woke up in her shared dorm a few hours later…For some reason, her body felt strange—Itchy, almost. She slipped out of bed, pulling a sound dampening bubble around her as she always did—Copying the normal stillness of the night so as not to wake Evelyn. Odd, she felt off balance—A little less agile than she was used to. Bella paid it no mind though—Worried more about her roommate. The girl was a severe light sleeper and Bella hated to wake anyone one unnecessarily. Interrupting REM was just damaging to anyone’s day.
Walking into the bathroom, she didn’t notice that the door knob felt strange—And it wasn’t until she closed the door and turned the lights on did she really notice that something wasn’t quite right as she looked in the mirror.
It was fortunate, that she had thought to mute herself—Because from within the bubble, the songstress screamed. And screamed—Long and hard. It looked like some mad scientist had gotten hold of her in her sleep. And that some wacky gothic designer had gotten hold of the bathroom. She turned on the water, brushing thick cobwebs away that hadn’t been there yesterday and splashed her face, waiting to wake up—But it just didn’t seem to be happening.
“Dis mio…Right. Okay. Not dreaming.”, she muttered to herself as she sat down on the toilet—Tearing her sleep shirt off in one go, inspecting the stitched skin across her abdomen, down her chest. Worst of all, it seemed that this was the cause of her slower movements… As if these stitches were actually holding her together.
Taking a deep breath, she reached for the doorknob, noticing that everything was different—The walls, the floor, everything was sharply etched and gothic. The Alpha leader was used to strange things happening... But when her body was covered in hundreds of stitches, and she didn't remember it happening, it was hard not to hyperventilate. The knob that was usually cool metal was a large faux diamond. Doing her best to keep her cool she went back into the bedroom and dropped the sound bubble around herself as she crept up to Evelyn’s bedside—Shaking her shoulder softly.
Her eyes adjusted to the dark—She could see her bedroom was different too.
“E…I think we have a problem.”
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 2:09 am
Omega: // Location: Outside, Porch // I think I've been made the Leader of Gourds.  Narcissa didn’t sleep. Not often, anyway—Unless she was low on energy, or injured. Sleep was just an unnecessary waste of time that she outwardly believed the lazy over indulged. Truthfully, she well understood that sleep was necessary for the normal human…The sun goddess really just liked to give others a hard time wherever, and whenever she could. She actually hadn’t been in her dorm, not wanting to wake Kerrigan once she fell asleep… But instead sat outside on the back patio. It was raining… But the sun goddess really didn’t mind the rain. She came from England, London more specifically…The land of tea, tweed and rain. How she missed good tea… How she hated tweed. She sat curled in the side of the porch swing, reading by the soft lamp light. Every so often she made a note in a notebook that sat on the arm rest. She was almost done outlining the next Omega Danger Room session. Her trainings were always epic—Tough, grueling… So she certainly didn’t want to disappoint the troops with the lame obstacle course outside. Her mind was… Far from the party earlier. About half of it, she would have been fine with forgetting… Another half was a different story. Poker had been interesting…And would have been even more interesting, if she’d laid some particularly interesting wagers on the table. It had quickly started become a warped game of truth and dare--- The grossest of them reserved for the losers. The night was quiet, as it always was… Her eyes closed for a moment as she tried to think of a particular code for a certain kind of hostile in the DR when she felt things change. It was disconcerting, feeling cloth wrap around her that she hadn’t been wearing before—The soft patio cushions fading and being replaced by a hard wood. Her eyes flickered over to the lamp, and literally watched it become something else. Some kind of lamp, that looked like it needed oil? Everything changed before her eyes, became dreary—As if she’d stepped into France during a depression. Looking down at herself, instead of her notebook, there was now a pumpkin in her hands—A leering, grinning thing with knives sticking out of it, and she wore a orange avante goth gown that made her straighten—As it was almost too uncomfortable, the corset just barely giving her room to breathe. Her already impossibly small waist seemed smaller somehow. “What the hell?”, she murmured, sitting up—Coming to stand, folds of fabric falling to the floor. Her head felt a little…Loose. How did that even make sense? She looked at herself in the window, noticing the odd little thing on her head, that certainly hadn’t been there before. A little crown, A headdress, who knew? Granted…Orange was one of Narcissa’s favorite colors… But even this was abit much. Hearing something behind her, she turned around. Correction—Her head turned around, her body remained stationary. It took her a moment to realize this—And her eyes widened when she did, though she made not a sound. Her head kept turning, a full three hundred and sixty degrees before she reached up and pulled it down. She felt something pop, like a snap, clicking into place. “Well. That was interesting…”, she murmured to herself, feeling something akin to panic start to rise within her before she squashed it ruthlessly. There was always an explanation for everything. There were skeleton’s dangling from the trees in the garden, and it almost looked as if the trees had mouths. Picking up her knifed pumpkin, not wanting to loose her plans, she withdrew one of the beautiful knives—Unprepared for the pumpkin to wail, and start screaming into the dead of night. She jumped, and nearly dropped the damn thing before glaring at it. “Be quiet!”, her voice not gentle, unsure of what else to do… She simply snarled at the object, that should not look… As alert as it did now. Or alive. Was the pumpkin looking at her. Abruptly though, it stopped screaming.
“Yes, majesty.”, came a garbled voice from within the pumpkin. “But I am your best screamer—I hold your daggers. You really terrify the children.” “Majesty?”, Narcissa demanded, raising an eyebrow—Wondering how far over the cuckoo’s nest she had gone, to be having a conversation with a bloody pumpkin. “Yes, my Pumpkin Liege, There is only three hundred and thirty days left till Halloween—We must practice. Everyone hail!”From the trees, the skeletons hanging from there, and some creature—That Narcissa had not sensed or seen from under the porch swing with sharp teeth and glowing red eyes all repeated the pumpkin—Hailing her. All at once. “Oh, hell no.”, she murmured, resisting the urge to slap herself in the head.
“No more hailing…Just be quiet, all of you.”, she commanded, sweeping back into the house—Having to stop the bat from the under hang from offering to become a hat for her. Of, bloody hell—Ew. Someone had better know just what the hell is going on.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 4:03 pm
Ｃｈａｍｅｌｅｏｎ
Ｄａｙｌｉａ Ａｓｔｒａｌｌｏxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Ｔｅａｍ Ｏｍｅｇａxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: The roof to her room.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  "Oh hell yeah." Daylia said with a firm nod. She was still looking at the sky. "Most pranks are better when you actually plan them." She laughed at Arthur’s last comment. "Laughter is the best medicine." She turned her head slightly so she could look at him.
Daylia nodded as Arthur mentioned that Kurt. She had always like him, he seemed nice, slightly odd to her, but nice none the less. She turned her head back to the stars as Arthur began to point out the consolations. She always like visiting the observatory back home. She went almost every year. She knew most of them, but kept her mouth shut. "Nice." She said with a grin. "You sure know your stuff." She turned to look at him again, the grin still on her face, though something seemed slightly odd. He was just standing there for a moment, looking at her. This caused a dark brow to raise slightly, though she didn’t question it. She watched as he took a step away from her and began to talk again. "It’s a premo spot." She said agreeing with him. "Glad you decided to share it with me."
Daylia paused for a moment to yawn. She covered her mouth and blinked several times. Perhaps now it was time to take her leave. "I hate to bale, but I’m getting sleepy. We’ll have to do this again." She said with a soft smile as she turned to face Arthur. "Hopefully it’ll be under better circumstances." She made her way to the door before giving the alpha boy a wave and one last smile before disappearing back inside.
It hadn’t taken Daylia long to get back to her room and get situated into her pjs. There was no tossing and turning that night as she fell asleep, which she was thankful for. ******** Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Her room, channeling her inner twisted evil clown.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  Daylia began to stretch in her bed, still under the covers. Everything was quiet and she felt really rested. Though as her mind began to come to, she could feel something was different. Was she bloated? It could not be her period so soon, she just finished it. After a moment, she began to rub her eyes before opening them. It was dark in the room, darker than normal. Was the power out or something? With a sigh she flipped her covers off and threw her legs over the side of the bed. Again she stretched, still feeling different. She opened her eyes again and looked down and was shocked at what she saw, or well didn’t see. For some reason she couldn’t see her feet, all she could see was the round bulge coming from her stomach. Her brows came together in a questioning manor as she raised a single hand to poke at it. It jiggle slightly and tickled the read head. "What in the holy hell is this!" She yelled, though of course no answer came.
Quickly, or as quickly as this body would let her move, Daylia climbed to her feet and made her way to the door, feeling completely off her center the entire way. What would happen if she fell? Would she even be able to get up? Her hand groped the wall, feeling around for the light switch. Once she found it she flipped it on and looked around the room. There were cobwebs everywhere and tons of dust. The wallpaper was a ghastly color and was peeling everywhere. Her mouth popped open as she looked back to the light switch, taking note that it was a bone instead of plastic. She moved over to her vanity and leaned down to look at herself. Her mouth fell open as she gazed at the reflection that was not her.
Daylia’s hair stuck out everywhere in a curly red fro, much like a cheap clown wig. Her nose was a big red ball, and her teeth were way too sharp. Her body, her body was not normal. How was she even able to move around at all? Her legs were too tiny to carry the massive frame she was supporting now. Slowly she reached up to touch the copter hat that sat atop her head. Slowly her hands moved down, touching her hair then finally her face. After a moment, she began to smack herself. "Wake up Daylia! Wake up! You’re just dreaming!" She was screaming at herself now, panic in her voice. She smacked herself harder before moving on to pinching her arms. "Ouch!" She exclaimed as she jumped. Was she really awake? She could not be, none of this was right. She was now rubbing her arm where she had pinched it.
Daylia turned around seeing a unicycle in the corner of her room by the bed. Was this a prank? If so, who was doing it? She shook her head as she wobbled back to her bed and sat down, causing the beg to moan and groan. How could she even move? How was she going to get downstairs to ask questions? After a moment her eyes went back to the unicycle. Why would that be there? Would she be able to ride it? There was only one way to find out.
Daylia stood on shaky feet as she grabbed the unicycle and positioned herself. Oddly enough perching her now massive frame on the single wheeled bike wasn’t hard, it was almost like second nature to her. After a moment she began to pedal back and forth. For some reason this felt better than actually walking. There was more balance, and her legs weren’t shaky. "Oh hell, I’ve got to be dreaming. I just know it."
I am the clown with xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
the tear away face.xxxxx
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 5:49 pm
Omega, Location: Dorm Room
Well the Devil went down to Xavier's...
The party wound up dying down, Roland decided to call the poker game a night earlier than the rest. Returning to his dorm, he noticed that his bed was the only one that was rustled up and looked used at the moment. Interesting, perhaps his roommate was on leave or something. Looking at the rest of his room, he saw his bags out near his bed. Two grey sacks that only a hobo could love, but Roland found them to be the best of travelling bags. He noticed he had a desk as well, a small one with a nice shiny metal lamp on it.
He then noticed a piece of paper on the desk, the lamp shining directly on it.
Walking towards the desk he saw that the paper had something written on it. He had to take a moment to get used to the writing, but soon the words came clear to him.
"Logan asked me to contact you, welcome to the Academy monsieur. For all intents and purposes, I will be a 'teacher" of sorts'. Je suis impatient de travailler avec vous Roland. A small gift is in your desk drawer."
Signed, Gambit
Well that should be interesting, Roland looked forward to meeting this "Gambit" character. Logan seemed to want someone to look out for him, Roland was touched. Which reminded him about the gentleman Gideon, it irked him as to where he knew him from, he definitely reminded him of someone. He opened the top drawer and found a metal case, inside which were 12 freshly rolled cigarettes. Roland took one out and ran it under his nostrils.
"Monsieur Gambit, ce sera le début d'une belle amitié" Roland said as he put the cigarette in his mouth and lit up. He walked to the window and opened it, so to let the air flow and not make the room smell completely like tobacco.
It was strong stuff, the tobacco felt good in his lungs. He relaxed at his desk, it was a pleasant moment. When he finished his cigarette, he put it out on the ashtray on his desk and lay down in bed. I gotta take the bed off the posts, its more comfortable. He thought to himself. Laying down, he let sleep slowly take him.
-Several hours later-
Roland awoke to a start when he heard something under his bed. He felt the armor slither over his body as he looked over the edge of the bed. Something rustled beneath it, and he wasn't ready to find out what just yet. Slowly he put his hand down as a bait. Clearly this thing was not human, as normally humans do not normally make a commotion under someone's bed. But with his logic he surmised the following thought, When in doubt, stab repeatedly. He heard the rustling as a creature flew out from under the bed. Quickly raising his arm up he brought his blade out and stabbed it repeatedly. It was some sort of creature he had never seen before, it had snakes on his hands, hissing as blood trickled under them. The body stopped moving and Roland didn't let the moment get to him. He had already learned to control the adrenaline long ago.
Now he had to assess just what the hell was going on. Which quickly turned into the realization that he felt something along his forehead. Tracing his metal fingers along his forehead, he felt horns.
"What the hell!" He yelled out. He went to the mirror in his bathroom and realized that he looked like a devil. Horns, goatee, red skin the whole deal. When he looked around he realized that the rest of the room looked like something pulled out of the mind of a 13 year old Goth child.
"My cigs!" he exclaimed as he went back to the desk. The metal case was still there. "Oh thank Christ."
"Now to figure out what the hell is going on here. Better go alert the boss." He walked to the door, fighting a bunch of cob webs as he got into the hall. He went towards the girls hallway, looking towards Cissa's dorm room.
Room 261, I hope I got this right. He went to the door and was about to gently knock. But was interrupted by the sound of screaming. Turning around, he went towards the sound of screaming and saw Cissa wearing a very tight orange dress. Turning as he heard footsteps he looked and saw a vampire come from the men's dorm. He looked like one of the students he had seen at the party, but he wasn't sure.
"Please tell me you're a student dude." he asked the fanged gent, "Hey Narcissa, you got any idea what the hell is going on? Because I look like a freaking devil, and well this is freaking weird. This is turning out to be one hell of a night. Welcome to the Xavier Institute everyone! He sarcastically said as he placed another cigarette in his mouth and lit it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 5:52 pm
Omega - Dorm to the Lab - Shout at the Devil  Maddy wiped her mouth of the drool that was otherwise accumulating on her pillow. Her head pounded, and she how much alcohol really had been in the punch. It was idiotic, she knew. She did so love her brain cells, and it was an atrocity to so willfully kill them. Rolling out of her covers, her feet touched the cold floor, and as she stood, her feet bumped the papers for her anatomy that had again landed there. Bending over to pick them up, she looked at the with at cocked head. Those were definitely not the right diagrams. she had no idea what sort of thing had been sketched and labeled on the yellowing sheet of paper she held. It always did take a bit of time after waking in the morning for the girl's mind to switch back on.That was the moment that Madison Constance Doyle realized that she had a tail. It was flicking about behind her, minding its own business when the girl snatched it up the arrow pointed thing, letting the papers fall back to the floor. She tugged it, and with a little twinge of pain shooting up the back it was attached too, she yelped. Those weren't pimples on her forehead either. Out of each temple she had one short, black bony horn jutting out. Her nails were now a pure black-- certainly painted-- while her skin was the color of blood. She swiped the little mirror off of what was now a gothically designed dresser covered in dust. At least she wasn't missing an arm. That would seriously ruin her day. Worse than it already was. Dashing out of the room, her feet falling heavy in the boots and her tail sticking out straight from the bottom of the way-too-short black skirt that she now wore, the girl nearly running into a fallen candelabra in the next hall. She slapped the button for the elevator to the lower levels, which she found to be some old, rusted thing with a sliding bar door. Given the circumstances, she would risk it. She road the undulating specter of a machine down, dashing again to where she knew/hoped the medical room was. She slid in through the opened wood doors shouting louder than she had expected she could, that old Boston tongue slipping out in. "Hank?! I needah CT-scan like a bastahd!!" The girl looked around the lab, hoping that what was lying on the table adjacent to her wasn't a bottle that said "Rat Urine." "And remind me nevah to question Herr Wagner on what a tail feels like, okay?"
You look like an angel; walk like an angel; talk like an angel, but I got wise...
You're the devil in disguise
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 6:26 pm
Alpha: Taking A Bite Out Of Life… After taking care of Markus and making sure that he was icing his ‘wound’ well enough, Leonardo had returned to the party only for a short time. Before long, he retired to his new dorm room. As he flopped down onto his bed exhausted, Leo reviewed the day in his head. The first day of being an Alpha was certainly exciting; he got to meet some new people along with being a witness to an almost-fight. It wasn’t long before his eyes fluttered closed and he fell asleep. Only a few hours later…Groaning slightly, Leonardo awoke from his deep slumber by something sharp poking him in the stomach. Fidgeting first, Leo was finally able to roll over onto his back, realizing that what was poking him was his own fingernail. Oh wow… did he really let his fingernails get so long? Well, whatever the reason, he couldn’t just let his fingernails go into disarray; he wasn’t gay, but he’d rather not have nails long enough to make Freddy Kruger jealous. Flinging his legs over the side of his bed, Leonardo made sure to walk on the balls of his feet as to not wake his new roommate. Fumbling around in the darkness for a few moments, Leo finally managed to find the doorknob leading to the bathroom. Hm… that’s strange… were the doorknobs in Alpha dorms made of crystal? Perhaps so. Closing the door behind him, Leonardo ran his hand over the wall in order to find the light switch before finding it. Flicking it on, a sharp intake of breath was caused by an extreme moment of surprise and fear. Okay… the bathroom definitely wasn’t like this before the party. Everything was made of hardwood; the faucets made of crude, rusty iron pipes that were convoluted and twisted along the walls. And then he looked in the mirror. Another large intake of breath and Leonardo was backing up against the wall. His skin had turned into a very pale gray; his eyes now a shining yellow. Around his eyes seemed to be a purple tint, as if he hadn’t been getting much sleep lately, and his ears had become elongated and pointed. Leonardo’s limbs were now spindly and willowy; his muscles seemed to be gone. Taking off his shirt, Leo’s yellow eyes widened in shock as he observed his emaciated figure. It seemed that during the night, Leonardo had turned into a spindly vampire, a set of fangs dominating his dental features. The word Nosferatu came to mind; a 1922 film where the main character, based upon the literary Dracula, was a horrifying pale creature with bony limbs. At least Leonardo still had all of his hair. Placing his shirt back on, Leonardo decided one thing: as long as he didn’t sparkle in the sun, he wasn’t going to freak out so much. Was this sort of hazing treatment for the new Alphas? Totally change the furniture and give the appearance of a vampire? No no… it would need some kind of powerful illusion caster to do this… and it would be just a sick joke. Something was seriously wrong here… wait, did his abilities still work? Creeping back out to the dorm, Leonardo went inside of his closet and got is miniature zoo briefcase. Opening the compartment for the ants, Leonardo stuck his finger inside. The certain familiar jolt of electricity coursed through his arm; yeah, it worked. After collecting the strength of an ant, the agility of a spider, and the reflexes of a fly, Leonardo snuck out of the dorm room and out into the hallway. The furniture out here was changed as well, and the hallway seemed narrower for some reason. Everything looked older, and creaked like nobody’s business. Suddenly, Leonardo heard a loud scream emanate from downstairs. Racing down the creaky and old stairs, Leonardo spotted the orange-clad Narcissa coming inside from sitting on the porch. “What the hell is going on?” he asked, hoping that the leader of the Omegas would know what kind of cruel joke was being played here.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 11:00 pm
Alpha - Dorm roomA man in wolf's clothing... It had been a longer night for Corey, he had met a couple people, including his team leader. Isabella seemed nice, but she had of course asked about his brother, nothing that should bother him, but it did. He didn't know why he hated his brother so much, at this point in his life he had come to accept that his brother had simply lost control of his powers much as he himself had, and yet he couldn't bring himself to forgive him. As things started to die down Corey would head out into the mansion, he had no real destination, he simply needed time to clear his head. As he would his mind ran through everything that had happened up until now, in his own eyes his power was nothing good, nothing he even wanted. He thought of himself as a monster, though he knew he could use that monster to help people, he feared what could happen if he lost control. It was the same batch of thoughts that ran through his mind everyday it seemed, it got old, it was ridiculous at this point, and yet he couldn't stop worrying about it. A large sigh escaped his lips as he eventually ended up back at his room. Once inside Corey headed for his bed, he wasn't really tired but the soft bed sounded nice right about now. At first he just sat on the edge of his, his face in his hands as he tried to stop his mind from racing, but soon he was laying down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He didn't know when it had happened, but he knew he must have fallen asleep staring at the ceiling, it was strange because he usually had trouble going to sleep. Slowly he would sit p and the drop his legs over the bed, letting out a loud yawn. In his tired state the fact that his yawn sounded inhuman passed unnoticed, his hands however would not as he brought them up to his face and began to rub his eyes as he usually did when waking up. They weren't his hands though, they were huge and furry, looking down he realized that he himself had become huge and furry and his eyes widened. Corey was up and to what HAD been his mirror in a hurry, it was hard to use as it seemed to have been replaced with an very old and badly cracked mirror, however he could easily tell what he was. Corey was dumbstruck, he had not only changed forms in his sleep with no real stimuli or pain, and this was NOT the transformed state he had come to know. Normally he transformed into a large cat like beast, but this was more like a werewolf you would see in a comic book. His black and white fur was thicker and he could tell he was definitely stronger than his usual transformation, he also seemed to to have multiple piercings on his ears, and even on on his nose. As anger and confusion flooded over him he went to let out a yell but all that came outwas loud howl that echoed not only through his room, but could be heard down the hall. Corey's mind began to race again, which threw him off even more, usually when transformed his mind became clouded and his actions were harder to control. However right now he was in perfect control, it was as if this was supposed to be his normal state. As his mind continued to race he looked around, everything had changed, his electronics were replaced with musty old books and vases, the furniture was all in shambles, even his school work had changed. He couldn't understand it, what the hell was going on? Finally he decided he needed to find someone who might have some clue as to what was going on so he would throw on his uniform pants, the only thing that could fit him in this state, and headed out of the dorm and down the hall.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 11:50 pm
Omega: Academy - Heading to the Kitchen // Time Skip  Kerrigan quirked an eyebrow as Jack told her to go to the kitchen, the redhead tossing her ponytail over her shoulder as she slowly turned and made her way out of the party. There were sounds of a confrontation brewing behind her as she left, the redhead momentarily contemplating sticking around, just in case someone needed to break something up. As much as she loved her blonde roomy, she would never understand the aversion she held for the Alphas. Of course the Omegas were better. That was just a given. There was no reason to go around making everyone that wore a blue and black uniform suffer. Maybe that's why she wasn't in charge. Either way though, she needed to get this conversation with Jack out of the way. It was the only way she was going to get her life back to normal - back to where she didn't wake up confused every morning. Back to where she could work out in the gym without fear of running into someone she didn't know who to talk to. When Kerrigan arrived in the kitchen to see Jack already polishing off a sandwich, the redhead paused in the doorway, a look of confusion apparent on her face. Her hand motioned back to the party while her eyes scanned him, trying to decide if he was the real thing and she had been talking to a clone, or if it was the other way around. The thought of there being no way to tell frustrated her, to say the very least. For someone that liked to know her surroundings at all time, it was hard not knowing who she was talking to all the time. Damnit, why couldn't all the clones be marked with some sort of birthmark or whatever that would differentiate them. If they were clones, did they have bellybuttons? That would be a good way to tell, though potentially awkward given certain situations. Shaking her head, the redhead was determined not to let this spoil anything. Making her way over to him, things were a little slow to get their conversation going. No matter how many times she rehearsed what she was going to say in her head, now that the moment was here she found herself questioning why she was doing this in the first place. All she wanted was for him not to spend so much alone time with Raine. She had no problem with them being friends, but as far as friendship went, that should not involve wrestling, or whatever they had been talking about in the cafeteria. That was Kerri's territory, and while she may have been acting distant, it was only natural, and she only wanted him to spend time with her so far as things were now concerned. Of course he didn't seem too moved by her pleas considering she had been practically ignoring him since they slept together on Catalina. Well, not practically. She had been avoiding him like the plague. Still, that didn't stop her from insisting that he stop whatever flirtation was going on between him that the electricity-controlling Alpha. When he questioned why, it took some probing before she finally burst out with her real proposition. She did like him. And despite everything that happened, she wanted to go back to the way things were before this whole mess. Before she was worried about what he was doing with other girls and who he was hanging out with when she wasn't around. She didn't want to have to hide the fact that she was looking at him in the gym, or the fact that she wanted to talk to him in the hallway between classes. The fact that she wanted to kiss him if the moment was right. Did she want to take him right here on the counter? No. But she did want to take things slow - see where they would go. For now, that was more than she ever really had with a guy before. Hopefully he was understanding. All that off her chest, the night ended with the redhead laying a kiss on the giant's lips, one that he might not have expected. He walked her back to her room, the redhead realizing that they had been talking for so long that the party had to be winding down. Now that the anticipation was out of her, she found herself more tired than she thought possible. It was with a lighter heart that she drifted off to sleep. ----------------------------------Time Skip-----------------------------------  Kerrigan overslept, something she almost never did. Her dreams had been pleasant enough, most likely because she'd been able to get rid of a burden that had been slowing her down for weeks. It felt like so much longer. However, as she moved closer to the barrier between sleep and consciousness, she began to get the feeling that things were amiss. She considered just not opening her eyes, not really in the mood to deal with some sort of catastrophe or mission that would place them all in peril. While she was bred for fighting, and loved it, there were times when she wanted nothing except to lay in bed and take a day off. As often as she worked out to keep in shape, she could afford it once in awhile. Still, there was no rest for the wicked, and being on the Omegas meant that she had to be front and center for any disaster that befell the Academy. Unfortunately, she was not prepared for what sights met her when she opened her eyes. Things were…not right. The room was darker, dingier, and looked like it hadn't been cleaned since…well ever. There were shards of a shattered mirror attached to the wall, everything coated in a thick layer of dust. Her head felt…heavy, though at first she played it off as a side effect of having to get out of bed when she just didn't want to. Her feet slid over the edge of the bed, the sound of heels clunking onto the concrete floor. She didn't remember falling asleep in any shoes. Looking down she saw thigh-high black boots with thick metal clasps all the way up adorning her legs. They were not a style she would ever personally pick…in fact she knew for a fact that she didn't own anything like them. She heard a knock at the door, the redhead calling that it was open, but no one entered. " What the hell is going on here," she muttered to herself, standing and making her way towards the window to try and look outside. As she passed the shattered mirror on the wall, a flash of orange, brighter than her hair, caught the corner of her eyes. Turning to see what it was, her eyes would have widened if they were still there. A piercing shriek escaped her, a noise so high-pitched some might not think it possible for her to make such a sound. It was a scream of a terrified girl, not the cry of an Amazon warrior. " I've got a ******** Pumpkin for a head! What the HELL?!" Her hands massaged the smooth, hard orange fruit that her head had become, running along the edges of her Jack-O-Lanturn eyes and mouth. Her breathing was quite frantic as she spun around windily, shooting out the door. One hand remained on her head for two reasons: 1) to help with balance. 2) She wasn't sure if it would roll off or not. The sound of another shriek from outside caught her attention, the Pumpkinhead darting down the stairs and outside as quickly as she could without worrying about her head rolling off and across the floor. She emerged to find a strange land before her, the sounds of hailing drawing her around to corner of the porch. Wait, hailing?As soon as she saw Cissa heading back towards the house, decked in orange regalia as bright as her head, Kerrigan stopped dead in her tracks. Roland was there, looking like a devil, and a vampire as well, who she thought was one of the newer Alphas. " Am I the only one with a ******** pumpkin instead of a head," she said with a slight growl, her steps veering a bit to the right as she thought for a moment she would "lose her head." That pun was going to get really old, really fast. " I'd ask if you all knew what was going on, but I'm willing to bet that the answer is no." She'd closed the distance between herself and the group, perching close to Cissa's side as she always did. If the blonde was the pumpkin queen, did that mean that Kerri had found a whole new allegiance to her best friend? There was so much about this situation that just did not make sense at all.
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2010 7:54 am
Omega, Location: Porch
Sweet Zombie Jesus on a Pogo Stick it's the Great Pumpkin X-Men!
Roland stood there taking in the scene before him. Cissa, his boss, was decked out head to toe in probably one of the brightest orange dresses he has ever seen. The curves of her body even more so by the introduction of a corset. He saw that she held a pumpkin with several knives stuck in it, surmising that there was probably a face carved in on the other side that Cissa was looking at. He then saw what appeared to be for all intents and purposes a vampire come from the men's dorm. His yellow eyes were almost as bright as Roland's gold ones.
Than came someone with a pumpkin for a head. She took a place beside Cissa, and when she asked what was going on he recognized her as Kerrigan.
"Well if any of us knew what the hell is going on sweet heart, I'm sure we would definitely be up for sharing with the rest of the class." Roland answered her, taking in a deep drag of his cigarette and blowing it out away from the group. Despite all that was going on, there was no sense in being rude.
Looking to the vampire, I'm taking a stab in the dark here and saying you are a member of Alpha team, which is why I don't recognize you." he turned to Cissa, If I'm not to suggest we should wake up everyone and try and figure this whole mess out."
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2010 11:19 am
 Academy - Everybody Scream! Everybody Scream!
There was a slightly heavy look to Shandra’s eyes as she listened to what Jacen said. Even at the joking tone of Narcissa not frying anyone, merely kneeing them below the belt, didn’t lighten the look on her face. The tone he used on the previous statement implied everything he didn’t say. Hopefully what he observed, and what he thought about what had happened, wasn’t too wide spread common knowledge. Though, judging from how Peta wanted to talk that might not be the most realistic of the two lay-opinions. She’d known him a decently long time, but then again there had been a major gap between then and now. So all together they’d maybe known each other for three months…max.
But other than trying to play nice with the Omega leader, or being a mutant actually, Peta hand’t changed that much. She really hoped that he didn’t blame her for what happened…she barely had a clue as to why she did that. Granted, he started it, but…Shandra was just going to try to put it out of her mind. Nope, couldn’t have happened. She was just going to deny it for all eternity and make him think he just dreamed it. The only other person that could say she was lying on that would be Antonio…but he didn’t seem to remember anything, and he was barely around anymore. It seemed that the Hispanic omega was taking more and more “family” time than ever.
Oh god…Shandra was now very glad that Antonio hadn’t been the one to switch places with Peta. He would have never have let her live it down if he remembered something she did that she wanted to deny for all eternity…
Her eyes glanced back to Jacen as they continued to walk. Thankfully her body was on autopilot and they were almost at one of the training rooms. Idly she wondered just how Jacen felt about “practicing” with her after that last time right before the school carnival. It had been something fun she had done to get her mind off of things and to keep up skills, but he’d gotten into a bit of danger when he’d accidently joined in. After all, one of her training sessions would probably be the level (by now) to put a newbie out of commission.
“Do you want to play dodge the speeding balls again?” Shandra teased in a light tone, keeping it just to a whisper as she looked partially at him.
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 The training session had gone as it usually went. No, she had not been in the Danger Room so it wasn’t as trying as it could get but she did take up one of the lower rooms usually saved for fighting. So it wasn’t as hard as it could have been. But still… Balls flew everywhere, there were some sharp objects…some low grade razors. It was enough to where after thirty minutes she turned it off so she could catch her breath. There were a few soon-to-be bruises by her ribs nothing she wasn’t used to. Her breathing did spike a little bit, but that wasn’t too bad. Overall…it made her feel better.
Which was why, after five minutes of rest, she started to get ready for a swim. When one didn’t sleep, they had plenty of time to do things. And since she was pretty sure she didn’t have any major projects left (aside from actually doing the internet classes) she really wanted to swim. Aside from that, her rib cage already felt like it was tightening up from where the bruises were slowly forming. She could push through that, certainly, but for now a swim sounded like the best idea ever. Putting away the equipment was tedious work but she accomplished that before darting happily out of the room…
The world rushed by quickly and it seemed like she was on fast-forward as she pulled her swimming things together, changed into a swimsuit, and hurried back down to the pool. Tossing her bag over to one corner so it couldn’t get wet, Shandra slipped right into the water – head first with arms outstretched of course…
And that’s where she stayed for a long while – switching strokes, floating, diving, just overall relaxing in the water. Or as relaxed as swimming got at least. But that was only until she started to fill waited down…and feel as though she’d swallowed too much water. Sluggishly, Shandra’ pulled herself to the edge…And as she did so she felt fabric curled around her legs. Gasping and pulling herself up out of the water, Shandra stared down at the pool which looked as though it was disease ridden…and down to the dress that she was now wearing.
Dress…she was in a very dirty (from the murky water she’d assume)…tattered…white dress.
And despite the fabric cleaning to her like a second skin, and the filthy water of what used to be a pool…she had a feeling that there was going to be another surprise in store for her. After all, she felt like she was leaking from where those bruises should be and that was never a good sign. But she didn’t feel pain. Her feet carried her to the dressing room but she didn’t actually feel the motion in her body anymore. It was almost like it hadn’t existed. When she remembered to pick up her back full of stuff for after a swim, and she turned back to find it, she found a dead plant creeping up the wall in it’s place.
Plus the fact that the walls were now made out of carefully laid stone as though they were in a castle made her start to freak. She hadn’t seem something like what she was seeing now in years. Not since…when she used to dream. Shandra paused at the gothic looking door, reaching up to pinch her cheek. Only…her skin didn’t feel like skin anymore. Her hand slipped back down to her side as she clenched them…closing her eyes and trying to take a deep breath.
What was that sound? It kind of sounded like a leak in something…
She opened her eyes back up to see exactly the same thing. Wet dress and all, Shandra hurried back up through the academy which was more like a gothic castle styled, décor and all, than anything. One that hadn’t been cleaned in a very long time. And the elevators were just gone so she could only go as fast as her legs would carry her. Which, for some reason, just wasn’t as fast as it used to be. Almost like the reaction of the muscles was different…overstretched and stiffer than they used to be all at the same time.
She’d gotten to the first floor, the ground floor, before she even came in contact with a mirror. And everything in her just…stopped. Her skin color was off, too pale even for her and the hue was – well it looked dead. Her eyes traveled down the beyond hope of being new silver wedding dress that she was somehow in…Oh hell was that her ribs?
The redhead couldn’t bring herself to touch them. That would have been just too weird. Her eyes slipped down lower, to the end table that was placed underneath the overly large mirror. There was a vase with black…no, dead, flowers there…but she couldn’t even smell that. In fact, there was nothing in the air. She opened her mouth lightly, in shock as she quickly looked around. Okay, this as just too freaking now.
Faintly she could hear voices and her feet started to take her over to them. But she could barely feel herself move, almost as though she couldn’t actually feel anything.
When she found where the voices was coming from she saw a cheesy devil (Roland), a cheesy vampire version of Leonardo, someone with a overly large pumpkin for a head (Kerri) and Cissa in avant-garde orange dress. At least Cissa really wasn’t that drastically different…
“This…is…one weird dream,” Shandra breathed out as she stared at the four people.
How she fell asleep in the first place she’ll never know.
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2010 4:55 pm
 Omega – Do you fear Death?At the very mention of the X-version of dodgeball, Jacen grinned. “Pshhh, Bring it on Red.” ///Later…Jacen woke with a yawn, stretching out his arms. He smacked his lips together, frowning as he tasted saltwater. With a start, he realized the dramatic turn his dorm had taken. For one, he was underwater. All his stuff was covered in moss, and seaweed was poking up through cracks in his floor. He turned, catching sight of a set of stairs where his door should be. As he walked up the steps and out of the water, he came up to a giant black door. Spinning on his heel, his room was essentially flooded, and the walls were rubbery and slimy. “…Huh.” He said simply. Before noticing the fact the walls were moving. “Ah!” Jacen jumped right onto the door as an enormous head lowered itself from the shadowed ceiling. It blinked a large black eye at the omega, baleful and familiar. “Um… Hero?” The (actual) Kraken barked happily, glad to be recognized. Jacen’s brow knitted together as he contemplated why the mutated rat that turned into a sea monster was barking. He didn’t think about it to long, as he lifted his left hand to scratch his head, only to find it had been replaced with a tentacle. He froze. “ Se a fa'ataulaitu lenei…” (What sorcery is this?). Looking down to his reflection in the water, his eyebrows shot up his forehead. His face looked like something from a H.P. Lovecraft novel and his hair seemed like that of someone who’d spent to much time in a heavily chlorinated pool. His clothing was a mix of Gothic and pirate, which caused him to laugh a bit. His black swashbuckler’s shirt showed off his scar, and he had a white sash black and white striped, cut-off pants. He was Davy Jones, or at least some other Denison of the deep. And he had a pet Kraken. Hardy har. “Huh. Stay here I suppose.” He said to the squid, which looked all doe-eyed and sad. Jacen stepped through the door, into the hallway and looked about. “Avast mateys~” He called to pumpkin head, Cissa, Shandra and the various other monsters gathered.
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2010 6:21 pm
Omega, Location: Porch
Pumpkins, zombies, and squiddies oh my!
Roland stood there dumbfounded as he saw a zombie walk into the room, and turning around he saw what appeared to be a creature of C'thullu walking towards the gathering of the strange. This ragtag group of misfits for some very strange reason seemed to make sense. In the real world, they would be just as different, yet even now in this world they are normal. At least by the definition of normal for this world.
Off in the distance Roland heard "330 more days until Halloween! We must prepare!" What the hell kind of place prepares for Halloween 330 days in advance?
Looking at Roland's cigarette, "Perhaps I should consider quitting, either that or Gambit is quite possibly the biggest d**k ever." Thinking about what he had just said, Roland took a very long drag from the cigarette, and then dropped it. Still holding his breath he stamped it out with his foot. He finally turned towards a side that no one was near and let the smoke out in a nice billow, letting the hellfire within his lungs explode.
"So now's the time to figure out what is causing this, and end it." Roland cracked his knuckles, he was itching for a scrap, the freakish thing under his bed had only begun to wet his appetite for violence. He had miles to before he slept, for he had tears of blood his enemies had not yet wept.
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2010 8:49 pm
Omega - Lab to Foyer - What's This? Madison skulked back through the halls of the lower levels, still not knowing where McCoy was or why the CT-scanner had been turned into a guillotine. Now she was trying to get used to the bloody tail the traveled behind her as the elevator jostled its way back to the ground floor. It annoyed her more than the fact that parts of her skull now stuck out on her forehead or that she had been give clothing that made her look like some desperate-for-attention goth girl. Despite the suddenness of the shift and the awkwardness she felt with the tail and clothes, she was oddly alright with the whole Halloween mash-up. This may have been due to the fact that she still felt that this all may be some sort of higher-grade drugging. She brushed a bit of dust off her arm and picked a spider out of her hair as she walked the halls littered with the decay of the building. She was pretty sure that she had just seen a ghost pilfer though the wall next to her. When it seemingly turned around and came back to her, the girl stopped cold. The thing was translucent and silent--the image of an old man-- like some terribly generic film. It pointed down towards the hall that would lead to the front door. "Hmm...," she murmured to herself. "If I've watched enough film, I should know not to trust a ghost's directions when in a decrepit mansion... Then again I'm a friggin' devil-thing, so I think I should be safe, no?" she asked, turning to her reflection in a small, dirty mirror adjacent to her. "I'd say you're safe, mate," came the reply from her reflection. Maddy shrugged, walked towards the foyer where she found a mass of her constituents in similarly warped into odd beasts of themselves and one girl she couldn't identify but had a pumpkin head. She glanced at one of the people she thought to be a new Omega ( Roland), looked down at his tail and said "It's wicked hard to control, innit?"The she-devil eyed Shandra as she breathed out in awe, and Maddy nodded with a sort of sad sarcasm. "The question is, who's dream is it? I mean, I don't think it's mine anymore because I would imagine Narcissa more as the devil figure than me, and you," --she pointed at Shandra-- "you'd be more of a... No, you're good as a zombie-- what am I saying? Looking good. Carry on." The formality of a "hello" did not really seem necessary considering the circumstances. Madison grabbed the nearest potted plant's flower, snapped the dry thing from its stem, and shuck it in her hair, which was bad enough that she didn't really bother. with the fact that the flower was rather disgusting You look like an angel; walk like an angel; talk like an angel, but I got wise...
You're the devil in disguise
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