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XJr-Reflected ThereHer new room was truly epic.
Just looking at it sent shivers down her spine. Her own room. Her own privacy. Fancy looking polished oak doors and her very own four poster bed. It made her feel as if she were in a magic school, like Hogwarts or in The Worst Witch. And like them, she thought, I have powers too.
She'd been in The Institute of Dean for a little over a week. It hadn't been as hard as she'd expected to settle in. She'd met a girl called Skylar, they'd soon made friends, and apparently her Dad was Wolverine: considering that the irony of their new friendship was apparent. Their parents had almost had a bit of a thing hadn't they?
Also she'd seen the Cat Girl around, but had managed to avoid her, as she marched around with her pointy little nose in the air followed by her ever silent sycophant that Helix girl, or whatever her name was. The teachers weren't bad either. And there was one of them Mrs Frost, barely older than the students but just old enough to have the authority o
Shadowcat BioName: Taylor Pryde
Personality: Sarcastic, quirky, moodswingy
Ability/Power: Phasing, power of suggestion & super speed
Parents(From X-Men): Shadowcat and Iceman
Notes/Extra/: Her boyfriend dumped her when she found her powers & everyone started shunning her. She lives with her grandparents & never knew about her mother. She was told she died in a car crash when she was little. Her grandparents tell her the truth about her mother & after persuading them to tell her where to find her she sets off, depressed & alone to find her mother. Finds Zeb, who lived with Iceman.
Sabretooth BioName: Artemis Creed (NOT Arty)
Personality: Over-confident, sarcastic, calculating, seriously bad attitude
Ability/Power: Razor sharp claws and teeth, healing ability, heightened senses, resistance to telepathy
Parents(From X-Men): Victor + Random human woman.
Notes/Extra/: Has all of Sabertooth's power, but is a lot more controlled (think female Shere Khan). Always looking to turn a situation to her advantage. Enjoys being in control, and takes a little too much pleasure in others misfortune. Always has to be right and will never back out of an argument. Very impulsive and unpredictable when angry.
Theme song:Easy When You're Evil-Voltaire
Nightprowler BioName: Oscar(Wagner)
Personality: Quick thinking, nice and chatty, hyper
Abilty/power: teleportation, to teleport others to different places
Notes extra: doesnt take on his fathers blue skin
Longing For UnconciousnessI wake each morning
Looking at the day
Through the wrong end of my telescope
It feels like forever
Till the relief of unconciousness
No longer thinking
No longer feeling
No longer fearing
I drift in a daze
Go through the motions
Till I can fall into sleep
Where everything is still
And as it should be
XJr-DesicionsArtemis looked over to Helix. "You'll have to amuse yourself for five minutes. I need to think"
Without a word, Helix wandered over to some other girls she had got to know.
Artemis bounded up the trunk of her tree effortlessly, then sat herself on her favourite branch. Letting herself fall backwards, she swung upside down, the tails of her coat falling over her head. She thought best in this position. No one was likely to disturb a weird girl hanging upside down in a tree.
She had never managed to track down the girl who had recognised her. Artemis had seen something familiar in her dark hair and sharp features. She had a suspision who this girl was.
This was the daughter of her father's nemesis and brother. Wolverine.
She wasn't quite sure what she had meant to do when she caught up to her. Find out her name, she supposed. Introduce herself. They were family after all. The rest would have been up to how the girl reacted of course. They could forget the past, perhaps even team up. Very
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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