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Post by Typhoid on Mar 21, 2009 19:20:11 GMT -5
Ty sympathized with that. "I figured. Don't worry, it's just some friends from the Mansion, and maybe a couple others, but it's all mutants here tonight."
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Cypher
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Doug Ramsey
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Post by Cypher on Mar 21, 2009 23:39:44 GMT -5
Doug looked down at Kitty and shrugged, smiling slightly. "Well," he said with a sigh, "apparently, I can deny you nothing. But don't worry." He wound his hands around her waist and pulled her closer, ducking his head to whisper in her ear. "You'll pay later."
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Post by Nightcrawler on Mar 22, 2009 7:51:07 GMT -5
"Okay." Kurt said with a small nod and a smile that was a bit wider now, but still a little bit the smile of somebody who doesn´t feel too comfortable in his skin. This might pass at some later point of course. "some people I know I think." he said, looking around. He put off his cloak and draped it over his arm.
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 22, 2009 20:42:27 GMT -5
Ty excused herself from Kurt for a second and went over to the bar, where she'd spied Monet. "Hey," she greeted her.
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Post by monet on Mar 23, 2009 2:31:09 GMT -5
Monet looked up and smiled. "Hey yourself." She looked around, warily, "I'm kind of out of my element here. I had a date, but he bailed at the last minute."
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Post by Gambit on Mar 23, 2009 7:20:06 GMT -5
Now that his cigarette was finished, Gambit headed towards the bar entrance. He liked the crowd but preferred to blend in rather than stick out, he didn't want to attract attention. Most likely he would be unnoticed as he stepped inside, looking around.
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 26, 2009 20:27:14 GMT -5
Ty nodded at Monet. "It's OK. I'm sort of out of it too." Partying just wasn't in the books for her much anymore.
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Post by monet on Mar 26, 2009 21:55:45 GMT -5
Monet smiled. "No, I'm not used to being around mutants." She said, lowering her voice as to not offend anyone.
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 26, 2009 22:14:51 GMT -5
Ty was surprised. "Seriously?"
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Post by monet on Mar 27, 2009 13:25:03 GMT -5
Monet shrugged. "Other than the riot..." She looked around the room, then continued, "...yeah."
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 28, 2009 20:21:00 GMT -5
That was unusual, at least in Ty's experience. Most of the people she knew and loved were mutants, but considering Monet's 'day job' she supposed that she shouldn't be surprised. "Well...I guess you'll be getting a crash course. Most of us are ok."
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Post by monet on Mar 28, 2009 20:33:36 GMT -5
Monet smiled. "I remember that guy from the riot, I don't think he's my biggest fan." She said, gesturing toward the blue teleporter. "But I don't know anyone else here."
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 29, 2009 22:31:34 GMT -5
Ty shrugged with a smile. "Don't worry. I'll introduce you around." ((A quick note to everyone: I'm going to be popping in as the NPC as soon as AFD is over  )) |
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Post by skids on Apr 3, 2009 19:01:30 GMT -5
The time had come; the surviving Morlocks had been assembled by Masque, and their mission was to take out a Morlock traitor, Typhoid. Skids didn't want to; she didn't even know Typhoid. Why did she have to help kill her? This would be the last thing she ever had to do for Masque, though, and that would be a relief. She hated feeling tied down by him; he turned all the other 'locks that could blend into normal society, like her, into terrible, disfigured versions of themselves. Since her shield forbid him from doing so to her, he had kept her from eating most days, until she'd been withered from the stick of a girl she already was. Since the Morlocks had disbanded, she'd put on a bit of weight, but not much.
Shaking her head to clear it of the images of food, Skids forced herself to focus. Typhoid was the target; with bright red hair, she was pretty easy to spot in the bar. She stood next to a pretty girl who was dressed in nicely tailored cloths. Skids had been watching her for sometime now, and was getting more nervous by the moment; more people, mutants, were gathering by the hour, and if the Morlocks attacked Typhoid now, there would undoubtedly be casualties. Skids skated from side to side at her booth in the corner.
The rest of the Morlocks were coming; she knew they were. Yet, in the time she'd been sitting here, watching her, Typhoid had done nothing to deem her worthy of killing. She was...nice, Skids realized and found her eyes filling with tears. Her heart began to race as she felt her shields stretch to encompass the other Morlocks. They were close.
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Post by Gambit on Apr 6, 2009 14:09:31 GMT -5
One of the things Gambit loved about crowded places but would never be able to explain, as it worked mostly on a subconscious level for him, was his ability to 'tune in' with the crowd and sense the predominant mood; it was that way right now, as he could feel some unclear tension rising. It could be bad, resulting in a brawl, but could be a positive anticipation, this he couldn't predict as yet, but just in case, he focused his attention on the doors and in the center of the bar. If something happened, he would be alert and ready.
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