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Elea and Ahmya Mentions: Eachother and the kids Elea was greatful for Dread's help getting up from the bench. She sighed, standing on her own for a moment as she got slightly lightheaded. She took a deep breath, rubbing her stomach. She felt really pregnant and felt horrible. She wanted Ota, she wanted her lover. Walked to the van, letting Ahmya go in first and put the baby in the carseat before going and sitting down. "Are we going back home now?" Elea asked, sighing as she leaned back and crossed her arms over her stomach. She needed to rest, she was hungry too, but also felt like she wanted to throw up. She wasn't really doing the best with her pregnancy. ~~~~ Ahmya was thankful when Dread took the baby from her and calmed it down before handing it back to her. She followed him back to the van, strapping the baby in the car. She sighed, sitting in a seat. She twirled a cigarette in her fingers and wished she could smoke it. But now she was stuck in a van, then would be stuck with Dread around and he hated her smoking. She took a deep breath in for a sigh and she started to cough again, managing to stop herself after awhile. She wiped away a small drop of blood that fell from the corner of her mouth, hoping no one saw it. She had been smoking too much more since she'd had her and Dread's child. It was very bad now, she really needed help with the addiction, but she wasn't going to ask for help. She just had to hope Dread didn't notice. |
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Griffin Mentions: Phantom and child Griffin glares at her father's hand, still not liking others touching her. She grabs his wrist, pulling it off her shoulder. She shook her head, not wanting him to waste time on her, and she pulls out her wallet. Pulling out a golden card and walks off to the clothes section to buy more for herself. Griffin was here to support Phantom in the time of need. Once he gets everything settled, she'll be off on the road again. She was a mercenary, a job she has no true feelings towards. As long as it pays well, she'll do it. With her tongue being restored, she was still not used to talking. Buying her clothes, she walks back over to Phantom, her eyes darting around the store. She trained under Levushka, the angel teaching her many fighting techniques she still use till this day. |
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Phantom I I Mentions: His daughters Phantom sighed, looking at Griffin push his hand off her. He wanted to have a good relationship with them, but he didn't know where to start. He rubbed the back of the girl in his arms, trying to think what he should do. "What should I do? This was Falcon's role." He murmured, heaving a sigh and bagging the rest of the produce before checking out and buying the food. He went after Griffin, going to stand near them. "Listen, I do not know what I'm doing, but I want to have a relationship. I want to be there for you, I just do not know how." Falcon told Griffin, eyes watching her to see her reaction. The girl in his arms shifted slightly and she leaned against him. Phantom noticed it, but accepted it as he was focusing on Griffin. |
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Lilith Mentions: Open Lilith was making her way down to the catacombs where the bodies of the members if the first group are buried. She was covering her nose with her hand, the dust getting inside and causing her to sneeze. "They can't clean this place up?" She mumbled, eyes scanning the dimly lit stairwell. Finally, she reached the hallway, and she has a feeling that she was getting closer. "Wraith." Saying that name, a ghostly figure of a sickly animal-creature emerging from her body. The creature sniffing the air for the smell of corpses, upon catching the scent, it starts moving in the direction of the aboveground tombs. Lilith follows after the creature, the week of death radiating off the creature which sickens her to the core. Founding the circular room where the tombs were, Lilith pulls out a couple of small tracking devices. "Open the lid to the tombs. I have to put these trackers in." The two does so, Wraith opening the coffins while she puts the trackers in. Once done, Lilith stares at Wraith, the creature looking back her. "Return." Going into its ghostly form, Wraith enters Lilith's body. The woman quickly leave the catacombs, cobwebs and dust covers her body. Lilith wiping herself off from such things, shuddering as she feels something crawl over her. |
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Malaki Mentions: None/Open Eventually, Malaki picked himself up and kept walking, continuing his pursuit of a job until it suddenly struck him; why not work for Mosh? He already knew some of the staff there, and plus he liked the atmosphere, so what was stopping him from trying? Malaki picked up his stuff and walked back to Mosh, entering the building with his mask on and asked to see the manager. After a few minutes of waiting, the manager came down and they entered a side room to talk. Malaki talked about his current situation and the manager did say that he had a job... but it wasn't going to be easy. One of the people who set up the stage had quit not too long ago, so a spot was open, however he would have to lift a lot of objects and do some cleaning to make sure the stage was spick and span before every performance. Malaki agreed to those terms and they shook hands, and he would begin work starting tomorrow. Feeling proud of himself for getting a job, Malaki walked down the street, backpack and all, with a pep in his step. Things were looking up for him, and he had a grin on his face as he felt excited for the future. |
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Glory || Mentions: Jackson, Dia, Aztec Glory was silent, looking at nothing. Her body ached, and felt as if it was going to collapse, wither and just die. She hated this moment, right here and now. She hated all this emotion, and this state she was in. Why did she feel guilty? Why was she getting upset? Why- "Glory, I'm so sorry," his soft voice spoke, "You are so strong. To do all of that on your own, and raise both of these kids on your own. I never wanted that to happen, I wanted to be with you, not be torn away. But I'm here now, I'm not going to leave you." Glory whimpered softly, holding her hands to her face, pressed against her eyes, forcing her not to cry. "Thank you for taking care of them darling." Aztec was mainly confused by the whole situation, and sat there in his fathers arm, sucking on his thumb. Yes, he knew he shouldn't have been doing it, but his mother was distracted and he had an open slot to do whatever at that moment. Glory stifled a sob once more, and leaned against Jackson, calming herself down before she would hurt or kill anybody around them. She closed her eyes gently, placing an arm down on Dia's shoulder, rubbing it gently. After a few moments of peace, Glory took a deep breath in, and pulled away from Jackson and sniffled a few times, wiping her face. "Ok.." she began, wiping her eyes a few more times until no more tears escaped. "We should go, find a hotel or something. I can only imagine how tired you are, and the kids are exhausted. So," she clapped her hands together quietly, "know any places?" Twins Nyx & Dakota || Mentions: Levushka, Eachother As the two headed back towards the house, they could both hear Levushka's voice calling out their names. "Yeah, we are out here," Nyx spoke, raising her voice, barely putting anything into it. Lately, she had been very lazy, and out of energy, the child was taking everything out of her. She was thinner then normal, but thankfully not dreadfully thin that she could drop dead any moment. No, just thinner then usual. Her collarbone showed more, and her feet and hands had sunken in, not much, barely a difference. When Lev came into view, wrapping an arm around her, Nyx rested her head against him, sighing quietly. When he asked if she had slapped Dakota, she sigh, "Yeah..she was touching me-" "Too make sure you were fine," Dakota grumbled, interrupting her. She looked at her hand, and shook it, "Damn. And I thought you were going to act better like when your on your peri-" Nyx whipped her head back, glaring at her sister, with pure anger. Dakota held her hands up, "Don't kill me." Nyx leaned back against Levushka, sighing again, but more heavily. She had an arm sitting ontop of her stomach, and the other was gently rubbing it. She had a concerned look on her face, just staring down at her belly. She began to open her mouth to say something, but stopped herself. "I need to eat," she spoke, and stopped rubbing her stomach, holding her fingers to her chin. "Chips..no, icecream. Yeah." |
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Levushka Mentions: Nyx and Dakota Lev sighs, shaking his head as Nyx got a little aggressive with Dakota. He places a hand on top of her stomach, rubbing her stomach as well. "Hey, calm down now. She is trying to help." Kissing her on top of her head, and leads her to the couch for her to sit down. "I'll make you something good to eat. Actual food...and maybe some ice cream on the side." Leaving the living room to make her something to eat in the kitchen. He was afraid of him becoming a father, especially a new one. He could tell Nyx is nervous too. However, his nervousness was towards his child's power. Lev finished making Nyx some food, carrying the plate back to his wife, and sitting down beside her. Lev takes off his mask, rubbing his face with a napkin and crosses his legs. His mask disappears into thin-air, summoning Kiril so his familiar can relax as well. The lion lays down on its belly, his hindlegs outstretched, and he shakes his head. His mane fluffing up upon doing so. "Instead of a dog, we got a lion. What a weird family we have." He chuckles, side-glancing Nyx, a smile on his face. "Any regrets?" |
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Jackson I I Mentions: Glory and Aztec Jackson held the woman in his arms. He felt such bad pains of guilt from being gone. She had needed him and he wasn't there. He was determined to make it better, make Glory happy and content once again. "Let's go find somewhere to stay then. I don't have any places in mind... I kinda... don't have any money. Which doesn't help." He muttered, running his free hand through his hair. He looked around, wondering where they could stay. He smiled weakly at Glory, offering his hand to her if she wanted to hold it. "Let's find a place together, I'll help you look." He said, smile brightening a little bit. He wasn't going to let anyone take her away from him, and he wasn't going to leave her either. |
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Shadow Chaise | M: Finley(ind) Shadow yawned, stretching his limbs as his senses stretched out to the town nearby. Nevada was a quiet little town, just how he liked it. Getting up, he felt for his cane before limping to the bathroom. Once done with a shower, without slipping this time, he got dressed before going to the kitchen. The small little house he lived in was on the outskirts of town, probably the best little country houses. His neighbors was an old folk couple who understood his sight problem. Which, even with the newest developed powers, still hadn't been fixed. There was a time where he longed to see the forest around him, the beauty and colors and the people. Now, all he could do was feel them but that was good enough for him for the time being.
Making it to the kitchen, he started hot water before trying to make breakfast. Failing the third time was enough for Shadow to decide to go out for something to eat. Stirring in some honey and mint into his tea, he took a sip before relaxing. Once done his tea, he limped outside before summoning the branches of the trees nearby. In no time, he was in town. Hobbling down a street, he turned into a doughnut shop, grabbing a chocolate one and a couple tarts. Licking his lips, he started eating as he headed towards the park.
Finding a tall oak tree, he sat down at its base, eating his doughnuts as his power reached out. A couple ran past, their emotions hyped from the adrenaline from their run. Reaching farther out, he let go of his power detection. It reached out, finding nothing until it hovered slightly over one spot. He prodded it once, finding that it was an actual mutant and not a fake. Finishing his breakfast, he cloaked himself in shadows as he moved through the town. Making it to a street, he tilted his head scanning the energy threads to try to find the mutant. |
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Finley Neil Blake | Male | 26 | Ambi/Single | Apres-Gay/Demi-Gay | Nevada | Mentions; Shadow(Ind.), Open. Finley’s stroll soon became a rather brisk walk. He wasn’t too sure why his pace had quickened, there certainly wasn't a reason for it. He’d simply gotten lost in the motion, like he often did with anything really. But it wasn’t even thirty minutes into the walk that his legs froze and he almost fell from the momentum. For a second, he had no idea why he had stopped, only for a second though. Then, he noticed it. -- A faint pulse of a mutant. Now that he knew it was there, he zeroed in on it and listened to the pulse for a few seconds. It was louder then, and he could tell it was real. Someone with abilities like him. Even more curious, someone with one ability that fell into the same category as one of his own. The sensing of other ‘mutants’. -- Finley’s legs took a step back without him even telling them to. He turned around, already beginning to walk back to his apartment with an even brisker pace than before. Why? There was another like him that he could very easily talk to, learn about. So why did he so impulsively decide to leave? There was no reason for it, and it certainly wasn’t due to emotion. No, this was simply an effect of a long isolation from, well, most people in general. -- And then his brain caught up with his legs and he made a sharp turn into an alleyway. The other has the same type as he does, they’d be able to find him. Best to meet them somewhere less crowded, right? Just in case of any onlookers. Besides, if they turn out to be hostile… The air wrapped around Finley’s fingers with ease, his calculations thick enough to lace the air with them. Well, if they were hostile, Finley could certainly be hostile back. -- Finley focused on the pulse again, making his way towards it using the alleyways. As he got closer, he compared the power level to the scale. A good 8/10 total probably and 9 abilities. No wonder the other had a higher score then. Finley wasn’t sure where he landed on the scale himself, given that he couldn’t actually sense his own pulse of magic, though such was just a limitation of his ability that he didn’t care to overcome. -- He stopped when he was as close to the pulse as he could get by the alleyway and then stayed where he was. The other could come to him from here, that was for certain. Finley’s emotions dimmed, an emptiness settling and suddenly he couldn’t remember why he was so intent on meeting another of his kind. And for a moment, a quick one, his eyes went gray with the rest of the world. A small inconvenience in his life, one he had learned to accept. The metaphorical color would come back, eventually. Probably. -- Finley’s eyes reflected an emptiness now, no light and no hope and no love and no hate. And then color flooded back and he took a breath, as if taking a breath of air for the first time after being underwater. His eyes were still dim, still empty, but with the tiniest flashes of emotion. Like before the world had gone gray for that moment. But somehow less still. This was fine though, it was simply something that happened. It didn’t cause him physical harm so it wasn’t a big concern of his. Not much was though, if he were being honest. -- Either way, no matter whether the world was with color or was gray for him, he continued to wait for the other to come. Of course, he didn’t ignore the possibility that they just wouldn’t come, but he did keep a focus on their pulse of magic so that he would know whichever they chose. He kept his umbrella up, and adjusted his scarf while waiting, making sure that his features were mostly hidden, he even made sure to pull up his gloves some more. Then, he simply stood in silence as he waited. |
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