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Post by Shade on Jun 1, 2011 8:41:14 GMT -5
"Me neither," Shade said, shaking her head slightly and tossing the other mutant a look. "Can´t say I liked it much." She paused. Considered things. What came to her mind first and foremost at the sight of a ruined city was Gambit´s dream. But something else as well when she thought about it. They had talked about that prophecy, Gambit and her. The prophecy that had been made the very night of when she had been made to kill that man. Even in thought she used the passive. ´Made to kill´, not ´killed´.
What if...she thought. What if there was a pattern? If the ones that had been affected by this shared something? Something concerning all that. She briefly wondered whether to ask something along the lines of that. The prophecy, not the murder of course but decided that all of this was kind of entangled in her head right now and that she could trust it onyl to someone like Gambit who knew of all of it and who would not look at her funny or start to suspect things. Maybe she was just paranoid about that. "So much for some relaxed partying." she added instead, her chuckle sounding a bit off.
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Post by Morph on Jun 1, 2011 15:18:36 GMT -5
"You can say that again," Kevin replied bitterly, awfully disappointed at not having gotten the relaxing time-out from his work and parenthood that he'd been looking so much forward to. He looked at Shade. "Are you alone here?" he asked, hoping to find some company for the evening.
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Post by Avalanche on Jun 1, 2011 15:50:43 GMT -5
Giving her a friendly nod of good bye, he headed towards the exit from the club. At that point, while walking aimlessly through the partying crowd, Lance spotted Michael. Recalling that he'd given himself a promise to pick on the other guy, Lance, with a smirk, followed him. "Never took you for a party goer, Mike," he said when he caught up with Michael. |
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Post by Smiler on Jun 1, 2011 15:54:30 GMT -5
Michael wasn't caught unawares; not because he was using his powers to listen to other people's emotions - that would bring him to an overload probably, in such a crowded place - but simply because he was conscious of being in the middle of a crowd, with every moment bringing a possibility of an unexpected encounter. It was easier that way, to expect the unexpected.
He looked at Lance, emotionless. "You totally don't judge by appearances, do you?" he asked.
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Post by Avalanche on Jun 1, 2011 15:57:13 GMT -5
Lance was unfazed. "I take it you're still with the unprejudiced peace-and-equality loving bunch?" he smirked.
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Post by Smiler on Jun 1, 2011 16:03:07 GMT -5
Michael stopped. "Is this a bonding session?" he asked, his face making it impossible to judge whether he meant it sincerely or sarcastically. "If you want to reminisce, I'm heading out, I'm not going to shout over this music." Though he didn't need his powers to see that Lance was just trolling.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2011 16:14:14 GMT -5
Betsy watched Mirage dance until she left for her break, then stood up and began dressing. It didn't take long, what with the minimal amount of costume she'd chosen. She pulled a compact out of her bag and touched up her make up before standing to leave. Though they'd shared something incredible, Betsy felt that words were, once again, unnecessary. She didn't feel rude walking out of the private room without some contrived words of parting.
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Post by Avalanche on Jun 1, 2011 16:37:52 GMT -5
Michael stopped. "Is this a bonding session?" he asked, his face making it impossible to judge whether he meant it sincerely or sarcastically. "If you want to reminisce, I'm heading out, I'm not going to shout over this music." Though he didn't need his powers to see that Lance was just trolling. Lance had no intention to go deeper into a friendly conversation or to leave the club for this purpose. "Not really," he said with a smirk, "it's not bedtime for me yet. See you around, schoolboy." With that, he turned back and mixed with the crowd again. |
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Post by Smiler on Jun 1, 2011 16:39:44 GMT -5
Michael had no interest in pursuing verbal banters until he'd have the upper hand. However, it was interesting to see that some people didn't change, just as he'd told Iris, warning her about Lance.
He left the club, going to get his car and go back to the Institute.
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Post by Gambit on Jun 1, 2011 17:20:18 GMT -5
Betsy watched Mirage dance until she left for her break, then stood up and began dressing. It didn't take long, what with the minimal amount of costume she'd chosen. She pulled a compact out of her bag and touched up her make up before standing to leave. Though they'd shared something incredible, Betsy felt that words were, once again, unnecessary. She didn't feel rude walking out of the private room without some contrived words of parting. Gambit had gotten dressed while the girl was resting and watching the dancer. Covertly, he was watching his accidental lover, casting random glances at her in the dim light of the room. He could leave at any moment but he felt like staying here for a while. However, when she was ready to leave, so was he, already standing near the door. "I don't say dis often," he told her, his red eyes running across her figure once more as she approached him, "but it was great." He decided not to ask her name - it was really irrelevant now and something told him they'd meet again, even if udner completely different circumstances. |
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Post by Shade on Jun 2, 2011 6:06:37 GMT -5
"You can say that again," Kevin replied bitterly, awfully disappointed at not having gotten the relaxing time-out from his work and parenthood that he'd been looking so much forward to. He looked at Shade. "Are you alone here?" he asked, hoping to find some company for the evening. Shade shook her head, Morph´s words once more bringing to her mind that she had not seen Gambit around for a while now. "No," she said. "Speaking of which I...should start looking for him. I don´t want to be rude, but I think I need to get out of here." |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2011 10:33:10 GMT -5
Betsy smiled and nodded. "It was," she agreed, and then walked past him back into the bar. She felt relaxed and composed as she moved through the crowd. It seemed like some people had already begun to leave, because the throng of dancing bodies had thinned out a bit. She saw Lance and made her way over to him. "Having fun?" She asked when she was close enough to be heard.
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Post by Gambit on Jun 2, 2011 12:59:30 GMT -5
Gambit followed her back to the club's noisier area, but took a more zigzagged route through the crowd, just enjoying it, watching and sensing the people, observing the oscillating sea of bodies in the uneven flashing light of the dancefloor.
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Post by Morph on Jun 2, 2011 14:01:54 GMT -5
Shade shook her head, Morph´s words once more bringing to her mind that she had not seen Gambit around for a while now. "No," she said. "Speaking of which I...should start looking for him. I don´t want to be rude, but I think I need to get out of here." Kevin suppressed a sigh. There went his last hope for a nice evening. "If you hear someone speak about this- hallucination or whatever it was, could you drop me a message?" he suggested, taking out his cellphone to share contacts with her. |
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Post by Shade on Jun 2, 2011 14:22:05 GMT -5
"Sure," Shade said. She by now had her cell phone back, having remembered it somewhen after Louisiana and she got it out of a small pocket on the side of her skirt, because she had not memorised the number again.
She gave the guy a short look. He looked genuine and it was her curiosity about what had just happened that made her give him her cell number, not initial trust. But so far she had no reason to distrust him. Part of her, despite everything, still prefered to see the good in people rather than the bad. While she looked up her number, she tossed him another glance. "Morph, huh?" she asked, half always curious about other mutants´ powers, half because there was no reason to not make a bit of small talk. "So you can...morph into someone else?"
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