ANTI-HERO
Mistress of Magnetism; Thrower of Cats; Coocoo in the Cocopuffs
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Post by LORNA DANE on Apr 3, 2014 0:42:39 GMT -5
Lorna sat in a dark booth in the corner with her feet kicked up on the filthy table, knocking back her fourth whiskey of the evening. She wasn't completely drunk, but she was pretty far from sober - not that anyone was going to cut her off. When she had showed up at the bar last week and the barkeep had tried to cut her off, he ended up needing to replace the jukebox and foosball table. Now, instead of angering the mutant, they resigned to letting her drink her fill and hope she wandered off from their establishment without causing too much damage. The bar was a total dive, anyway, and the barkeep preferred to make as much money as he wanted.
Wasn’t like there was a ‘flying under the influence’ for mutants or anything. Well, maybe there was, but his money was on Lorna being able to get out of any trouble someone threw at her.
“Keep… gimmeee anuthrrr…” Ok, so she was drunk, but that was what she was going for, anyway. Danger was driving her nuts and having Pietro around didn’t exactly help her nerves any, so Lorna had found the closest bar she could – one that was not on SHIELD’s radar – and made it her new hangout spot. Anyway, with everyone freaking out about what was going on in New York, she doubted that she was of anyone’s actual concern. The city had just vanished off the face of the Earth, along with her inhabitants, which left everyone flabbergasted – she wasn’t sure if that was an actual word, anymore, to be honest – and her off their radar.
A fresh drink was placed on her table hastily before the waitress darted off, as if Lorna might decide to throw her out the window if she wasn’t fast enough. Lorna gave her a drunken salute, almost poking her own eye out, before chugging the drink down and sloppily throwing down enough money to cover the bill and a more than generous tip.
Stumbling out into the alley, Lorna couldn’t help the loud belch that escaped her, making her giggle as it echoed through the emptiness surrounding her. “SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” She placed a finger to her lips as she continued to stumble. “S’not vury lady-like.” Rounding the same corner she always rounded into an open before taking off into the open sky, Lorna was more than startled when she heard a blaring horn and turned to see a car hurtling straight towards her.
“WHAT THE---!?” She threw her hands up in front of her face, stopping the car in a total nose dive as she clenched her eyes shut. Certain that she was dead, Lorna opened one eye cautiously before opening the other. “How’d I end up in You Nork?”
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TAG: PIETRO
NOTES: Don't worry, I don't have a gun... yet...
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 10, 2014 23:08:14 GMT -5
 Being trapped was not something Pietro liked, there was a reason he spent much of his time trying to get free, but this he could not get free from, and even worst he felt alone. It wasn’t even the lack of Wanda, he had been parted from her before, this was real isolation, he could not go to the Avengers, not since their falling out and there was no X-Factor, no Lorna too keep an eye one, not even the Cajun to tease. He had left Kurt to fend for himself, though he might go find the elf again, not like it would be hard.
Last time Pietro was alone like this was after M-Day, after the loss of his powers and everything. He sat on a roof top looking at the sky, he could see the moon but it was distorted, a strange film separating them from the outside world. Separating him from the few people he cared about. He held the communicator in his hand, it was no use to him, and just like the communicator he once used to contact Crystal, the Avengers one he used to have.
A sigh escaped the silver haired man’s mouth as he tapped his foot on the roof top at about 100 taps per second. His hands played with the communicator, he was unable to keep still, he was feeling unhinged. He needed a distraction from his thoughs, from his predicament, from the fact he might just have to see the Avengers to learn what was going on, between Tony, Prim and Reid they should know what happened, if not then he could pay Doctor Strange a visit, he had become familiar with the wizard over the years due to his sister.
Pietro stood placing the communicator back in its place before taking off. This was New York Pietro should have no problem finding something to keep his mind off things.
Block after block passed, Pietro could not remember how often he had run these streets in the last few day, was there even a street he had not passed. He moved around cars and people as if they stood still, he pulled a child out of the way of being hit by a car and he pulled a cat out of a tree. He rounded a corner just in time to see a car head for a woman, he was steps away when the car stopped in a nose dive and the familiar sight of green hair caught his attention.
“Lorna?” He questioned standing not far from her, one sister, he found one sister, and truthfully the one he was more worried about. Mental illness ran though his family, he seen Wanda crumble and rebuild herself, Pietro fell to it as well though depression and the lengths he went to gain back his powers so it was only naturally he would worry about his younger sister. He stepped closer to her, the smell of alcohol on her; this was not good, last time he found her in this situation she tried to shoot him. “Lorna are you alright?”  |
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Mistress of Magnetism; Thrower of Cats; Coocoo in the Cocopuffs
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Post by LORNA DANE on Apr 24, 2014 22:11:14 GMT -5
Lorna stumbled under the weight of her drunkness, falling onto the hood of the car with a start in response to the voice behind her. The horn that sounded as a response of the frightened driver annoyed the headache forming in the green-haired vixen's head; her response using her powers to crumple the hood until the offensive sound ceased. "Whatur yoo doin' here?" The words were sloppy as she pushed herself up from the hood of the car, tunnel vision focusing on her half-brother as he looked at her with... concern?
No. That was suspicion. Didn't she shoot him last time she was drunk?
"I am GRRREAT! Apparently, now when I drink, instead of just trying to kill you, I teleport into different cities. Either that or I had a kickass blackout." Lorna giggle to herself briefly before sobering slightly and pointing a glare at Quicksilver. "You come to take me to SHIELD? Or some other confinement? I'M FINE!" She took a moment to look at her surroundings, which only sobered her more. It scared her to think that she had somehow ended up in New York during a drunken tizzy of confusion. She wasn't that far gone, was she?
"How'd I end up here, Pietro? Howd you get in here? I thought New York was closed off. I was... where was I? Doesn't matter. I wasn't here and now I am. What the hell is going on?" The slur was fading from her speech, likely due to the adrenaline kicking in to ebb the effects of the alcohol in her blood stream.
Paranoia prickled at the back of her mind as an irrational fear of her father's interference in this entered her thoughts before quickly shaking it away. It was irrelevant and she couldn't afford to risk her own mental stability by thinking about that or even inferring to herself that her father was behind this.
So, to answer his question: no. No, Lorna was definitely not alright. But she wasn't about to own up to that so easily. Especially not to Pietro, who she still wasn't sure she could trust.
Family meant very little to those who were family to Erik Lensherr.
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TAG: PIETRO
NOTES: MUAH
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on May 3, 2014 23:51:07 GMT -5
The white haired man stood there his arms crossed over his chest, how often were they going to play this game? She was dangerous drunk, and watching her fall on the hood of the car did nothing to quell the worry he had. He had learned a dangerous truth of both the X-Men and Avengers and that was they were not afraid to put down someone who they saw as a danger to the public.
Sound assaulted him, a horn from the car than the familiar sound of crunched metal until the horn stopped. Pietro moved to the driver side of the car, his movements were fast, he opened the door and removed the driver before checking to see if anyone else was in the car. “Get lost.” He told them in an irritated voice before looking to Lorna. “What do you think I am doing here?” The question was rhetorical, his voice was still irritated and it was noticeable that he was slowing himself down as he spoke, a notable pause between words so she could understand him.
He rolled his eyes, she was not ‘Great’ but at least she wasn’t hurt. “Oh yes, your new power, teleporting,” sarcasm dripped off every syllable. She mentioned shooting him, and her costume told him that this was his sister, not some alternate version like Kurt was. He kept his eyes on her; it seemed she was starting to understand what was going on. His tension and annoyance left when he saw the same fear that hit him. He took a step back from her. “I really don’t know how to answer either of those questions, I was out for a run one day and what felt like one of Wanda’s hex bolts hit me and I have been stuck here since.” He crossed his arms over his chest again his fingers tapping along his arm.
“Seems we are stuck in this city, Thanos’ doing, Captain America knows more than I do, I got my information second hand from Spider-Man.” That was some information to drop, he needed to switch it up some, tell her some good and bad. “I am not here to take you anywhere, no S.H.E.I.L.D. no nothing, I just happened to be in the area.” He gave her a little half smile, but there was no feeling behind it. Their relationship was strained at best and he didn’t feel happy about the whole being stuck in New York.
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ANTI-HERO
Mistress of Magnetism; Thrower of Cats; Coocoo in the Cocopuffs
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Post by LORNA DANE on May 4, 2014 0:29:02 GMT -5
Blurred eyes narrowed towards the scared human who scampered off away from his car. The small part of Lorna that was scraping for sobriety felt a pang of guilt for what she had done to his car, but most of her just didn't give a damn. "I think you're here cuz daddy sent you here. That or you're here for SHIELD. Either way, you're someone's bitch." Anger propelled her words and helped her edge out the slurring of syllables.
She snorted at his sarcasm, rolling her eyes as she wavered on her feet for a brief moment before using her powers to stabilize herself. Then he mentioned her.
Wanda.
"You're sister is kinduva bitch, y'know? Wouldn't be surprised if she was the one to throw us all in here. Sounds very much like something she'd do." Lorna continued to ramble to herself as she manipulated some of the shrapnel from the car she had destroyed absently.
Lorna's mind struggled to absorb what Pietro said about Thanos and Captain America and Spider-Man, but she was able to focus clearly when he told her that he wasn't there to take her away this time. "Good. Cuz I'd be really mad at you if you betrayed me again. Especially since there are no guns to shoot you with this time."
She let silence fall between them before falling back against the car. "I feel sick. Drinking and whatever it was that got me here don't mix. I think I should have another drink. Balance it out." Lorna grinned at her brother playfully before sinking back against the car, her head swirling with drunkenness. Apparently the small surge of adrenaline hadn't been quite enough.
After a few seconds, Lorna looked up to see her brother still standing there, still staring at her, expressionless. "What, you're still here?"
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NOTES: MUAHA
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on May 25, 2014 0:46:18 GMT -5
“You’re someone’s bitch.”
Blue eyes narrowed on her, the anger written over his face, he crossed his arms over his chest. There could be many reasons why he was there, and the main one wasn’t even about her. He showed up just like she did in the city, he was trapped, nowhere to go, he was just a hamster on a wheel. “You really think father would concern himself over your drinking habit? If he really cared he would have stepped in the first time, not me.” Blue eyes narrowed on green “I was out on a stroll that is all.”
Her comment on Wanda did not sit well with him either, a very real fear he had one before his talk with Strange. “She isn’t the only sister of mine who is a bitch.” His words were sharp towards Lorna, but she deserved it. Wanda was never the cause for things, Pietro was, and he was the driving force behind her last episode. But he told her about Thanos, “Wanda isn’t even here, Stephen Strange told me.”
He scoffed at the comment, but watched her fall back on the hood of the car, the car she destroyed. A feeling of Deja Vu washed over him, last she was drunk, the bar she destroyed and the fact she shot at him. She was a danger when she drank and it worried him a little at what might happen when other people started to notice. Maximoff or Dane, half their DNA came from the same man, a man driven by twisted views on the world, a man that used extreme measures to get what he wants. A man that wasn’t too mentally stable, labelled a danger, a condition passed on to his children. Wanda was the first, the loss of her own unborn children and husband left her unhinged, they were willing to kill her, people they had seen as friends. Pietro was soon to follow, the loss of his power, but he lacked the ability to be a large threat till he got his hands on the Inhuman’s crystals. Now Lorna, someone who could do damage, someone who could have easily killed him that night, who could have easily killed the man in the car, when was she going to be labelled a danger?
They were never close, Pietro and Lorna, children on the same man who grew up in different circumstances, found out as adults that they were siblings. He did not feel the same connection to her as he did Wanda, but there was something still there, and if push came to shove he did not want to hear the Avengers tell him again that one of his sisters were a danger and needed to be dealt with.
Her words pulled him out of his mile per hour thoughts, his expression softened; he took a step closer to her, his body language showing he was not a threat. He held out his hand to her. “Let’s get you off the streets, get some water in you, the leader of X-Factor doesn’t need to be seen destroying cars and passed out on the side of the street, what would Snow say?”
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Da name is Gambit. Remember it mon ami!
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Post by Remy LeBeau on May 27, 2014 13:20:04 GMT -5
A smug grin etched itself across Remy’s handsomely, bearded face as the X-Man strolled into Pat O’Brien’s with an unique swagger, his duster swaying behind him. Sunglasses adorned the Cajun’s face as he made his way to the bar, giving a brief two finger wave to the first woman that laid eyes on him. Remy wasn’t trying to mimic Scott Summers’ style at all by wearing his shades inside the bar. No, Remy was trying to hide his black and red eyes. He knew well enough that his eyes could in fact alarm some curious individuals. Truth be told, Remy wasn’t in the mood to get his hands dirty tonight. Tonight he just wanted to relax a bit, have as many beers as his body could handle, chat up the bartender and perhaps see if there were any money that the local suckers would be willing to give to him in a game of blackjack.
After spotting the bartender, a young lady with straight blonde hair, green eyes, and a body that could possibly make Emma Frost blush, Remy smiled as he plopped himself down. The young blonde walked up to him, a cute grin on her face.
“What can ah I get for ya honey?” She asked, a sweet Tennessean tone accented her words.
“How bout’ a bottle of dat Abita won’t ya cherre?” Remy replied, pulling down his shades slightly to give the girl a sneak peek of his eyes. He could have sworn he heard the young belle giggle as she pulled the bottle out of the cooler. Once the bottle was in his hands, Remy told her to keep his tab open until he said stop and started to drink. After a long sip, the Cajun rolled his stool around and started to observe the rest of the crowd. The night was lively with the sound of the piano player playing some old blues tunes, the smells of catfish frying in the pan and cheap cigarettes. While Remy loved his own little place in New York at the Xavier Institute and his apartment in NYC, he loved New Orleans. It was his home after all and he knew every little street and alley like the back of his hand.
Truth be told, he needed this little vacation. With all the craziness that had happened in the aftermath of the Avengers Vs X-Men incident, a night like this is what Gambit needed. He still couldn’t shake the image of Cyclops, crazy with power from being possessed by the Phoenix force, striking down Professor Xavier from his head. Remy took another quick swig of his beer as the events replayed over and over again in his head.
Things were different now though. He wasn't gambit the x-man anymore. No, he was gambit, serval industries' resident lady killer and master thief. He had been given another shot at life so to say. But still, it felt good to get out of the hq and away from that arrogant silver-haired prick for a few weeks.
A sudden yell snapped the man out of his thoughts, causing him to jerk his head upwards. A rather large man with a long black beard dressed in blue jeans and a biker jacket was hollering at one of the employees, a girl with elf like ears. A mutant no doubt. From what Remy could make out, the girl had gotten the man’s order wrong and was now dealing with her folly. Tears filled her eyes as the man cursed at her, calling her disgusting names that made the Cajun’s blood boil with rage.
Unable to take this abuse anymore, Remy got up from his spot, leaving his beer on the counter, and began to walk over to the man. “Now, now mon ami,” Remy began, resting his hands on the same table the man was leaning on. “What seems to be da problem here?”
“This freak got my meal all wrong!” The bearded man yelled, his face as a red as fresh tomatoes. “Stupid mutants! Always messing up everything! This is used to be my favorite bar until they started hiring them!” He glared down at the girl, who was sobbing into her hands. He spat down at her feet, causing Remy to reach out and grab his arm.
“Dat’s no way to treat a lady.” He glared, his eyes sparking under his sunglasses.
The drunk man quickly tried to pull away, but Remy only gripped his arm tighter.
“Let go of me a*(^(*%e before I mess you up real good!” He said, his hand resting on the table.
Remy then reached up and grabbed the man by his shoulder, his eyes looking towards the nearest window. "How's bout we take dis outside non?" He said as he suddenly tossed the man through the window and into the restaurant’s outer courtyard. Remy followed quickly, jumping through the window as the man slowly climbed to his feet. With a growl, the man lunged at Remy, attempting to slug him across his cheek. Remy ducked down to avoid the strike, only to deliver an quick jab to the man's gut. The man hunched over in pain, just as Remy was able to grab him and throw him to the ground. The man climbed to his feet and tried to strike again, only for Remy to lunge kick him in the gut again. Before the man could climb to his feet again, Remy had reached into his coat pocket and pulled out three playing cards. Each card was glowing a dark purple, with what looked to be fire around them. Remy lowered his sunglasses to reveal his glowing eyes.
The man’s eyes widened as he starred into the cards, the purple glare hypnotizing him. Remy narrowed his eyes as he clinched his cards tighter.
"Leave. Now." He said slowly, making his card charge up again. His scare tactic worked, as the man quickly darted out the alley, screaming in terror.
Once the man was gone, Remy powered down his cards and turned to walk back into the restaurant. His eyes turned back to the young girl, who was standing in the corner in awe at what just happened. “You alright petite?” He asked as he continued to walk. The girl nodded quickly, wiping her tears away as a warm smile appeared. Returning to his spot at the bar, Remy grabbed the beer, downed it one gulp and pulled out a 50 dollar bill from his jacket pocket. He placed it in front of the shocked bartender. Remy grinned as he reached up to blow her a kiss with his index and middle finger.
“Keep da change chere.” He said as he strolled out of the restaurant.
As Remy exited the restaurant, a cool breeze blew passed him, causing him to tug his coat a little tighter. That's strange, the Cajun thought as he walked down Bourbon street.
Or he would have been, if a taxi hadn't slammed on the brakes and blew his horn at him.
Red eyes widened as the man began to shout at him. Did he just wander out into the street? He didn't even drink that much in the bar.
And then he scanned his surroundings, only to have his jaw drop to the floor in shock and awe.
What the hell was he doing in Time's Square?
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A couple hours wandering from borough to borough later, Gambit still hadn't solved that very mystery. He had tried to contact X-Factor HQ and even Logan to get some information, only to find that his com was down. Instead, he had spent most of the evening wandering around, trying to figure out how he ended up in New York City. The more Remy pondered about the situation, the more theories he concocted. This had to be the work of some sort of villain, he thought as he strolled down the Brooklyn Bridge. The question of course was which one? Apocalypse was dead the last time he checked. This wasn't Mr. Sinister's MO either.
One thing was definitely for sure, he needed some answers.
His thoughts were soon cut off by the sounds of a small group of people screaming. Remy looked up, red eyes gleaming at the source of the commotion. A balding man in his late 30's ran towards him, trying to get out of the borough. Remy reached out and grabbed the collar of his coat, effectively stopping him in his tracks.
"What's da problem?"
"Some crazy green haired girl, fricking stopping cars in mid air. Fricking mutant or somethin'!" The man sputtered, struggling against the Cajun's grip.
Green haired girl? Stopping cars? So Lorna was here too? Perfect.
"Which way did dis crazy girl go?" Remy asked, releasing his grip on the man's coat.
The man jabbed out his shaky finger towards a nearby street. Remy responded with a polite nod before continuing on his way.
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As Remy turned down the street, he quickly took to nearby streetlamp, leaning against it with his arms crossed, surveying the scene.
Lorna was sinking back against the car, which was caved in ever so slightly for reasons Remy didn't quite understand. Her movements were wildly exaggerated, as if she was intoxicated.
Great. Remy thought. The green haired beauty's mental stability was flakey to say the least. The possibility of her being intoxicated was just made his job a lot more difficult.
And great, Pietro was with her. No doubt trying to put a lid on the situation. He chuckled ever so slightly as he imagined how that was going. Pietro Maximoff wasn't particularly known for his communication skills. Hell, Wolverine on a bad day had better social skills then Pietro did. A part of Remy wanted to kick back and watch the silver haired speedster attempt to calm down his unstable sister. But, he needed answers, and the only way to get them was to ask his two teammates.
"What's dis? A party in Brooklyn? An' you didn't think ta invite me?" Remy called out, mock disappointment lacing his words as he walked over to join his teammates.
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