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Post by Siryn on Mar 3, 2006 10:12:41 GMT -5
If the smile was any indication, Paige was just as nervous as she was. At least Paige didn't look hungover, which was a good thing. If Terry had to see her dad today, she'd be screwed. Tom would know by taking one look at her that she hadn't gone straight to her dorm the night before like she was supposed to have done. Smiling back at Paige, she watched as the other girl arranged her paper and pencil and began making columns. If Terry had to be honest with herself, she was doing anything to not look at the adults at the moment. They were scrutinizing the two of them way too much.
Agent Danvers came in and introduced herself to them. Terry gave a smile and nodded, “Pleased ta meet ya, Agent Danvers.” It was a simple greeting but anything more would have been unnecessary.
Ms. Frost was next and although she had known the woman for many years, Terry was still not comfortable with her. Telepaths had that effect on her and it was partly why Jono had her on edge half the time. Nodding her greeting, she watched Ms. Frost sit down and her attention was drawn to the blue furred Agent Darkholme as he made his gassy appearance.
He exchanged greetings with his mother, who didn't seem all that thrilled to see him, and settled back. Jono came in and took a seat next to Paige, apparently deciding the blonde was the lesser of two evils at the moment. < What's goin' on? > he asked mentally.
God, that hurt her head. Not even looking at him, hating him even more for not needing to sleep, she simply replied, <Don't know yet, looks like we are just getting ready ta start.>
However, instead of starting, Mystique pulled some map up on the monitors and commanded Agent Rasputin to retrieve Paige's brother. That was...interesting. That and something about one of the princess's. Just minutes after disappearing, she was back with a very naked and obviously angry Agent Guthrie. Terry stared, completely in shock, before lowering her eyes. That was not something she needed to see. Not this early in the morning. Poor Paige.
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Post by Husk on Mar 3, 2006 11:08:40 GMT -5
Paige felt sorry for Terry since it looked like last night's capers had taken their toll on her. For her part, Paige felt fine and probably a little overeager for the briefing to begin. Let Starsmore and Foley think she was some bookworm geek. Didn't matter to her. She wasn't looking to impress either of them. Besides, they'd both probably be a little better off taking her example when it came to studying anyway.
When Ms. Marvel came in, she almost missed her greeting so absorbed in the task at hand. A split second after hearing Terry's voice, though, she looked up, smiling at the guard. "Morning," she replied and then set herself back to the task of organizing and arranging.
In fact, she didn't even notice that Ms. Frost had arrived until the noise--and smell--of Nightcrawler's entrance caught her attention. There was gossip around the Academy that his fur felt like velvet, and Paige had to admit to herself that she was just the tiniest bit curious whether it did or not.
Starsmore, as usual, was late. Coming in and sitting next to--Oh, God, no--her. Right. Just what she needed. He would, no doubt, spend the entire meeting with a self-satisfied smirk on his face as he bothered her and Terry.
Jerk.
< What's goin' on? > he asked.
Assuming that the question had likely been directed at both herself and Terry, Paige merely rolled her eyes and ignored him. Not today. She was not playing that game today. It was important to her to make a good impression on the Guard, especially given the fact that they were probably already comparing her to Sam.
Sam? Glancing up, she quickly glanced around the room right as Mystique moved to the front computer terminal and began typing something in. Where was her brother? He usually wasn't the kind to be late.
Brows furrowed, notepad forgotten, Paige chewed her lower lip, watching Mystique, who turned to Agent Rasputin and gave her the decidedly odd order to go fetch her brother from...wait, what? The princess?
"Oh God," she groaned as Rasputin blinked out of the room. Surely there was gonna be a good explanation for all of this. There had to be. It couldn't be what it sounded like.
It couldn't have been more than two minutes, but it felt like an eternity had passed before Agent Rasputin teleported back in with Sam. Who was naked. Completely. Absolutely. Naked. Something in her brain broke a little as she realized just what act Sam had probably just been fetched from.
Paige made a high-pitched noise of shock and terror and then hid her face as though gearing up for the moment a person gets whacked in a horror film. Only the thing she chose to hide her face in was Jono's shoulder. Realizing that, she quickly sat back up and slumped as far down in her chair as she could, face blazing red, eyes fixed on the table.
Humiliation should kill people on the spot. It'd be a lot better than trying to deal with the consequences.
God, she could kill Sam. Just throttle him for being so smug and....and....Naked.
Keeping her eyes lowered, she groaned softly, trying to find a way to slink lower into the chair while still looking attentive. Kicked Jono in the shin just for good measure since she was sure that the little punk was smirking and loving this entire situation.
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Post by Elixir on Mar 3, 2006 14:46:34 GMT -5
Whoa. Looks like he arrived just in time for the party. Josh arched a brow at the very naked eldest Guthrie as he sat down in a chair as if it was perfectly normal for him to wear his birthday suit to a meeting.
Josh's eyes flicked over to the female Red Guard members. 'I've had dreams like this..' Except it involved Agent Rasputin and Captain Marvel, not Paige's older brother.
Last night had developed well into the morning for the golden-toned Hellion, and though he was the last of his team to arrive he felt more than refreshed. Having that healing factor really helped. A hindrance at times, yes, but Josh was certainly grateful he had it last night.
Slipping in quietly he used the distraction of Paige's naked older brother (throwing her a hint of a smile in the process - there was no way she'd ever live this down) and slid into the only available seat, right next to the red-haired daddy's girl, who sat prim and proper, naturally.
Nodding once to Jono, Josh straightened his uniform (no need, it was immaculate as always) before he slipped in the chair, noting those already in the room as well as Miss Frost's attire - her Red Guard uniform. Seemed more would be happening than just a flashing by the male members of the Red Guard. A slight questioning glance on his face, wondering if he'd missed anything important besides Sam's nakedness, Josh turned his attention back to Mystique and the others.
[OOC: Apologies for the rush/craptasticness. Library kicks you off in a few.]
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Post by Morph on Mar 3, 2006 19:04:56 GMT -5
The door to the briefing room burst open and in ran a white rabbit wearing a hellion uniform and top hat. "I'm late! I'm late, for a very important date," he screamed frantically. All of a sudden, the rabbit stopped and looked around, before finally shifting into Kevin again. "I mean...sorry Ms. Frost, Ms. Darkholme."
As Kevin took his seat, he checked to see if anyone else was missing. No, of course. Apparently, they were all sitting around waiting just for him. Kevin nodded to his fellow Hellions, taking a seat on the other side of Josh.
It was often hard to have friends within the Hellions, mostly because they were all jocking for a Red Guard spot. Morph usually put more effort into being friendly than the others. Not that the Red Guard spot didn't concern him, it did. The Red Guard was about the closest thing to actual super hero's in the world, and Kevin still clung tightly to the childhood dream.
Terry looked shocked and going right down the line, Paige did too. Morph followed the trail of their eyes to where Sam was sitting. His eyes literally popped out of his head and grew larger like in the cartoons. Why the hell was Cannonball naked? This wasn't some new regulation was it. Couldn't be, the others were fully clothed. Of course, Kevin couldn't really say anything, he was naked too in sense. He hadn't worn real clothes in years. His powers were every bit as effective as real clothing and a hundred times cheaper. Did get cold sometimes though.
Kevin pulled his eyes back into his head as Wolverine threatened to castrate Sam. Morph probably wouldn't have done that if he had bothered to think first. The meetings weren't for clowning around, as much as that pained Kevin to admit. He looked at Ms. Frost again and bowed his head apologetically. Honestly, he loved showing off his mutation, but needed to work on his timing a lot.
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Post by Captain Marvel on Mar 5, 2006 2:33:58 GMT -5
Carol had only sat down for a moment when Ms. Emma Frost came in. Emma the telepath, why did it make her feel so utterly naked when they were around? It must be the fact that thoughts are so personal and for them it did not even take a twitch to read was almost your soul. Nightcrawler was the next arrival. The stench was as always...hell fire and brimstone. Ok, just the brimstone. A smell that was not really very flattering to anyone. Looking around the fuzzy blue devil said, "Mystique." He said with a curt nod. "So, we're taking the Hellions out for a bit of recreational mayhem?" He tossed a look at the other Red Guard members, "Or is this something more pressing?"
“Take a guess.” Carol answered with a smile.
The doors slid open again, this time to presence of Chamber from the Hellions. Carol had to admit she did not know much about the Hellions. Something she should probably improve a bit, since most likely in a couple of years they could be her colleagues.
Mystique’s voice interrupted the silence. "Agent Rasputin, I need you to head to the location on the map and retrieve Agent Guthrie immediately. Bring him back as you find him. If he refuses to detach himself from the princess, bring her along, too." Well damn, skinny must have gotten lucky.
Illyana replied with simply as well as saluted, then she disappeared. The trip was not too long of a wait. Soon enough she was back. You know how Carol mentioned that she felt naked around telepaths? Well not as naked as Agent Guthrie. There he stood. Oh he seemed to have been working out.
"Agent Darkholme, I apologize for not meeting standard uniform; I'm afraid I didn't have time to spit and polish my shoes." he said to their leader. When had he become so damn cocky? There had been a time Sam had been a pleasure to be around. His little sister must be in a hell of a situation. Carol certainly would not want to see her brother naked... just too close for comfort.
The golden boy Elixir arrived next. He was literally a golden, his skin was just that color. Carol thought it must have been blinding first thing in the morning. The doors slid open again this time a rabbit came in. Shouting the words from ‘Alice in Wonderland.’ This was of course the Hellions’ shape shifter. He seemed to apologize a lot before taking his seat. Carol looked around. Where they missing anyone else?
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Post by White Queen on Mar 5, 2006 3:17:10 GMT -5
The moment between Emma taking her seat and the arrival of Mystique son had been rather short. His teleportation was always so show like, appearing in smoke. The smell it brought with him was no pleasant though: sulfur. You could always tell when Nightcrawler was around thanks to the smell. Mystique spoke in German to him as she pointed to clock. You did not need to be a telepath to know what it was about. Logan then decided to throw his two cents in. So very alpha male: showing his status. Still, he did have that raw animal feel to him...which was not always bad.
Emma noticed Chamber’s presence even before his arrival. Out of all three he was the least stressed. < What's goin' on? >
Young Siryn answered his question, <Don't know yet, looks like we are just getting ready ta start.>
< Ms. Cassidy is correct. Patience dear, all will be answered in due time. > Emma replied since she had overhead their conversation.
Mystique had been busy using the tracking devices all Red Guards have on them to find the location of their missing members. When she got her answer all that came from her mind was a very loud: hell no. Taking matter in her hands, which Raven was so good at she spoke up, "Agent Rasputin, I need you to head to the location on the map and retrieve Agent Guthrie immediately. Bring him back as you find him. If he refuses to detach himself from the princess, bring her along, too." Such a wonderful turn of events, and just who was the princess in question. None other than the green haired seductress Lorna.
Magik made a quick job of retrieving Cannonball. Who apparently had an incredible night due to his choice of clothing. Which was none. His anger was emanating from him and he did power up for a split second. That is before he regained his composure, as much as one can regain while in the nude, and said, "Agent Darkholme, I apologize for not meeting standard uniform; I'm afraid I didn't have time to spit and polish my shoes." Ah the ignorance of youth.
Speaking of youth their ranks where joined by Elixir and Morph. Joshua actually came in diverted his eyes from the naked agent and took a seat. Morph being Morph decided to make a rather grand arrival. He had changed shape into a rabbit, the dear. After he noticed the seriousness of the meeting he quickly regained his normal form. "I mean...sorry Ms. Frost, Ms. Darkholme."
“No need to apologize to me Kevin. I am not your headmistress today. Anything you have to say of importance should be to Ms. Darkholme.” Emma responded with a small graceful raise of her hand. Before turning her attention to Mystique again.
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Post by Nightcrawler on Mar 5, 2006 12:09:36 GMT -5
"Du bist spät."
He bit off the irritated "Was?" that was on his lips and followed his mother's pointed look toward the clock with a confused furrowing of his brow. He was on time--what was she on about?
Aaand, of course, the Walking Adrenal Gland chimed in with a little--wasn't funny the first two hundred times he'd heard it--dig on his bamf smoke and the morning was off to a wonderful start.
Kurt slipped his hand into his pocket and tossed Wolverine a penny. "Here's your change on your two cents, Follicle Farm."
The Red Guard was once again suffering some sort of Mass Midol Moment.
Kurt shot his mother a reproachful look. A Darkholme certainly would not be late to a mission briefing, especially not this Darkholme. What was she in such a mood for?
Oh, the Hellions. It wasn't his fault that Girl Guthrie and Siryn were such eager little apple polishers and so unfashionably early.
Rasputin popped off to fetch the actually late Cannonball and returned moments later. Kurt nearly choked on the laugh that he just couldn't swallow down. Someone was in trouble. It seemed Flavor of the Week had decided a little dereliction of duty was worth being Lorna's latest conquest. And then Sam attempted wit. Oh dear, didn't Ma Guthrie teach her sons about the evils of back-sassing? He risked a peek back at his mother. Well, this would prove entertaining, at least.
He felt a little bad for Guthrie the Lesser, who looked ready to pop something pertinent and commit a little fratricide.
Kurt found himself a seat and rested his chin in his hands, wishing he'd brought popcorn for the show.
And then a white talking rabbit ran into the room--ja, he knew he should have gone for the blue pill--and turned into a Hellion. Kurt just drummed his fingers on his cheek and waved his tail cheerily at the newcomer, who was followed by an ambulatory Academy Award.
This was gonna be the best mission ever.
[edited for Morph and Josh...who I accidentally didn't see]
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Post by Chamber on Mar 5, 2006 12:39:48 GMT -5
<Don't know yet, looks like we are just getting ready ta start.> Cassidy's grasp of the obvious was bloody astonishing.
As Jono had expected, Ms. Frost intercepted his mental whispering and butted in. < Ms. Cassidy is correct. Patience dear, all will be answered in due time. >
He was seriously considering a cheeky comment when Mystique sent Agent Rasputin off in search of Paige's older brother. Who was apparently late, because he was in the company of one of the princesses. Jono leaned forward in his seat, a slight smile crossing his face.
All right, now this meeting was getting interesting.
Sure enough, Magik reappeared minutes later, with Guthrie, who was completely starkers and had obviously been on the job when she showed up. Jono barely stifled a snorting laugh as Paige buried her face, burning crimson, into his shoulder. He felt a twinge of sympathy for her, as this was right embarrassing, but it didn't prevent him from enjoying the situation completely.
This was just too bleeding fantastic for words.
Guthrie made a good go at trying to cover up for letting his willie think for him. "Agent Darkholme, I apologize for not meeting standard uniform; I'm afraid I didn't have time to spit and polish my shoes."
“Y’know, kid,” Logan drawled, voice low and dangerous and without even the slightest trace of humor in it. “If you’ve got trouble figuring out which head is supposed t’be doin’ the thinking?” He slid one claw out, slow-like, and fixed the kid with a cold-eyed glare that better men then he was ever likely to polish boots for had backed down from. “I can make sure you only have one t’worry about.”
Jono let out a snorting laugh, cut off slightly by Paige kicking him in the shin. He was about to deserve it too. "Been on the job all night, Guthrie?" he observed dryly. "I think you forgot more than your bloody shoes, mate."
Foley finally made his appearance, and Jono didn't miss his smirk at Paige. Blind him, neither Guthrie would live this down for awhile. Morph rushed in, letting his eyes get great and pop out, like in the cartoons and Jono smiled more broadly. This was the best bloody meeting he'd ever been to.
They both apologized for being late, then took their seats. Things seemed to be settling, which was a bleeding shame. Jono turned his attention back to Mystique, raising his hand like a good lad before speaking. "So, now that the floorshow's done," he said with a smirk at Sam. "What's going on, Ms. Darkholme?"
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Post by Mystique on Mar 6, 2006 2:25:05 GMT -5
“Didn’t get the pleasure this mornin’. Talk to me about it tonight though an’ maybe we can arrange somethin’.” She narrowed her eyes a bit, in mock anger, mouth quirking into a quick smile, as the rest of the Agents and Hellions began to arrive. As they filed in one by one, she watched them, offering a comment as Kurt came in well after most of the others. He wasn't late by the clock, but he was pushing it close. “Ja, und du aus allen Knopflöchern stinken.” Turning as Kurt spat back his response, she frowned and replied somewhat sharply, "Kurt, Logan." The middle of an exercise with the Hellions was not the time to be fighting like a pair of immature little boys.
When Guthrie and Rasputin returned, Guthrie was, as she had figured he'd be, completely naked. And angry. She watched him as he briefly powered up, a distinct glow starting to form around his fist. Yes, hitting her would be a wonderful idea. She simply tilted her head to the side a bit, daring him to do something. He chose wisely, though, and powered down.
His wisdom, however, did not seem to extend to his next actions, and he sat his completely naked redneck ass down on one of her chairs, offering what she assumed was supposed to be a clever remark, "Agent Darkholme, I apologize for not meeting standard uniform; I'm afraid I didn't have time to spit and polish my shoes."
“Y’know, kid,” Logan drawled, voice low and dangerous and without even the slightest trace of humor in it. “If you’ve got trouble figuring out which head is supposed t’be doin’ the thinking?” He slid one claw out, slow-like, and fixed the kid with a cold-eyed glare that better men then he was ever likely to polish boots for had backed down from. “I can make sure you only have one t’worry about.”
She looked over at Logan again, frowning. As Jono threw in his two cents, she glared at the room as a whole. "That's enough. From everyone."
Her eyes narrowed in on Guthrie, and she opened her mouth to respond to his little clever sentence, when the door opened and a large rabbit walked into the room, bouncing along and reciting part of "Alice in Wonderland." She briefly considered morphing into a rabbit herself and kicking Morph in the head, but that would be grossly inappropriate, not to mention unnecessary, since the one who she was angry at was the other completely naked man in the room. Noticing that Josh had finally decided to make an appearance as well, she turned back to the shapeshifter as he offered an apology, "I mean...sorry Ms. Frost, Ms. Darkholme."
She nodded toward an empty seat, turning back to Sam and ignoring the rest of the chatter that was going on. "Agent Guthrie, if you think that it is acceptable to not report in after a mission, turn off your communicator, and not show up for a mission briefing, all because you are sleeping with the princess, you have another thing coming." Grabbing the arms of his chair, she leaned toward him, continuing, "The fact that I don't take too kindly to people who think it is okay to pick up one of the people whom I consider family merely to use them for their own pleasure doesn't help your current situation either."
Straightening up, she addressed the room as a whole. She hadn't intended on making this briefing a lesson, but since the Hellions were there, she might as well explain some of the rules under which the guard operated. "The punishment for going AWOL," she started, "can range from having extra housekeeping duties to death." Turning back to Sam but still speaking so that the rest of the room could hear her clearly, she continued, "The punishment is left completely up to my discretion, and I can assure you that in this case, I would have the full support of the royal family, were I to choose something along the lines of torture."
Moving back to Agent Guthrie, she frowned. "You have three minutes to get your sorry hick ass off of my chair and into a uniform. You had better not piss me off anymore today, or I will not hesitate to throw you in one of the cells downstairs and let Logan rearrange your insides. Have I made myself clear?" Jerking her head toward the door and not waiting for a response, she ordered, "Go."
Moving back to the front of the room, she pulled the list of names back up and started the briefing, not willing to wait for Sam to return. "On this mission, each Hellion will be paired with a Guard member."
Moving to the computer, she displayed an aerial shot of the location on the screen, taken by satellite some time earlier. "This farm is located in Nebraska, approximately twenty miles away from a SHIELD base, in the Eastern part of the state. Routine satellite scans from the base, taken about a week after this first scan showed this," she pulled up the second image, of what appeared to be a sinkhole right where the house had stood. Turning back to the group, her eyes flickered to the screen and she morphed a long pointer into her hand, pulling from some of the mass of her forearm and circling the part of the destruction that allowed them to see into the basement of the home.
"There was obviously some sort of explosion, however what really concerns us is the fact that underneath this rather unassuming structure, there seems to have been a very high tech laboratory. Some of the equipment that we have been able to identify through this photo is so advanced that we barely have prototypes fully operational in the labs here." She retracted the pointer and continued. "We will be arriving at the location and keeping the perimiter secure while a specialized team goes in to investigate the cause of the explosion and the lab itself. Are there any questions so far?"
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Post by Magik on Mar 6, 2006 14:48:01 GMT -5
Sammy boy looked about as mad as a person could conceivably be without bursting every blood vessel in his body. The look on his face--the kind of roiling rage that she most associated with Belasco's expressions when he'd come after her and she'd slash his face with a knife--might have scared someone else or, at the very least, caused a modicum of worry. Illyana just kept her arms crossed over her chest, leaning against the wall and looked at him, blankly. Whatever he could think of to do to her would pale in comparison to everything she'd be through, and besides, she wasn't a helpless kid anymore, a lesson she was more than willing to teach Guthrie the hard way if he made her.
Only smirked a little as Sam decided to let it go and sank into a chair, which was likely going to need to be bleached because this was getting entirely too unsanitary for comfort. Logan, in predictable Logan fashion, had some ideas about how Sammy boy might keep himself in line down the road.
Whatever. It was over now; he was here, the rest of the Hellions were straggling their way in, likely thankful that the appearance of said naked guardsmen would overshadow their tardiness any day. Time to move on and get with the program.
Thankfully, Mystique had had more than enough of the entire situation and decided to lay the law down. Smirking, she listened to her berate his actions and then sent him skulking out of the room like a child being sent to bed without dessert.
Without even waiting for Sammy boy to return, Mystique started detailing the mission. Illyana simply nodded, attention shifting to the information being given to her. Guarding the perimeter. Shouldn't be too terribly difficult but then neither should assembling the Red Guard for a meeting and that had managed to get turned on its head in a matter of minutes. Who knew what kind of surprises this mission would have in store for them.
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Post by Cannonball on Mar 7, 2006 20:11:03 GMT -5
Being naked was a bother, but it could have been worse, hell he could have been Logan; that amount of body hair just never worked on anyone. Oh, furball made funny, at least Sam had every intention of passing the small threat off as a joke. Sure, Logan could give him a bad second circumcision, but then Sam could beat on the moron’s head and make brain pate, so it was all good right? Well, maybe not… with his IQ Logan may not notice serious brain damage. Regardless, Sam ignored the comment, and the one that came from little Red Guard Jr. with the English accent.
He just sat quietly, looking as innocent as he could in the nude, hoping that Raven would let it slide. Sure, it was a pipe dream, but he could hope right? Did she let it go? Nope, but Carol was checking him out. Ya, he noticed and it was almost funny but he knew well enough to keep his mouth shut further and do as told.
There Sam sat quiet, watching Raven as she came over to him, making this a lesson in how they were expected to act. He had screwed up, and part of him was tempted to point out that he was also known among some of the ranks for rather ‘heated’ work-out sessions with Rogue…
Common sense won out. He kept his mouth shut, he kept from smiling or letting some cocky fuck off comment slip out. Sam was being a good boy and as Raven let him go in search of something to wear; he stood, saluting her in all his naked glory before turning and making for the exit. Walking in their company a hushed explosion could be heard from the hall as the door closed.
Two minutes and fifty seven seconds later a now, largely dressed agent returned, his jacked unbuttoned and hopping on one foot still putting his second boot on. There was one comforting thought in all this.
‘Emma isn’t likely to reclaim her skimpy outfit award any time soon.’
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Post by Surly Canuck on Mar 8, 2006 16:14:11 GMT -5
Logan had toyed idly with the penny Nightcrawler had tossed him as they waited on Rasputin to drag in Guthrie Major…major asshole, looked like. Had to love the irony of one of the few people he’d ever met with more hair’n him going for a crack about his hair. ‘Course, he’d had it coming for commenting on the kid’s stench, but hell, the little shit coulda popped into the hallway instead of dropping that bomb in an enclosed room.
Didn’t pay much attention to the commentary from the peanut gallery as nature boy made his appearance – and his sorry attempt at covering his oh so naked ass. Though he did note Guthrie Minor trying harder’n hell to sink into her chair, and maybe the floor beneath it. Kid seemed decent enough, in a way too bloody uptight sorta way, and he almost felt sorry for her as her brother did his damnedest to make a complete ass of himself. Almost. Sure as shit helped cut down any ‘reputation’ she mighta been thinking she had to live up to. Logan found it was generally more entertaining to live things down than to try and live up to shit. ‘Course, he was more’n happy to make sure her big brother didn’t have to worry ‘bout this particular type of stupidity again. Raven, unfortunately, had different ideas for how to deal with the shit.
Now he pulled his claw back in at her sharp glance, still glaring at the little dumbass as he rolled the penny lightly across his knuckles and cocked an eyebrow at the elf as the last of Emma’s little baby brigade slipped in hot on Guthrie’s heels. Least the golden boy’d had the sense to do it quietly, but sure as shit was shaping up to be one of the more interesting briefings they’d had in a long time. ‘Course, he wasn’t too sure he wanted any of these infants watching his six in a fight, but finding that kinda shit out was part of the reason for these sorts of things, anyway.
Continued to fiddle with the penny, a pretense, at least, of attentiveness on his face as Raven turned this into a ‘teaching moment’ on the evils of going AWOL and sent nature boy off to get suited up. Rolled his eyes and snorted at being used as the bogeyman for this particular lesson, but slid a claw out obligingly and smirked at the kid’s back as he hightailed it outa the room. Too damned bad the kid wasn’t near stupid enough to actually let him collect on Raven’s promise. He’d probably just stick to rearranging his pretty-boy face, of course, but it’d be some entertainment.
Finally pocketed the penny and slipped off the edge of the table and spun the chair next to Raven’s ‘round as she went into her spiel on the mission. He kept the semi-attentive look on his face as she laid things out for them, mostly for the benefit of the baby brigade, but spared another glare for nature boy when he showed up again, nowhere near put-together and just under his time limit. Pity that.
"We will be arriving at the location and keeping the perimiter secure while a specialized team goes in to investigate the cause of the explosion and the lab itself. Are there any questions so far?"
Took a long drag from his cigar and rolled his eyes slightly, resisting the urge to ask the only question he’d had from the get go. Why the hell did Tom and his bunch get the interesting bit while he was stuck baby-sitting Guthrie Minor?
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Post by Siryn on Mar 10, 2006 13:04:17 GMT -5
The meeting was much more revealing then Terry could have prepared herself for. Mystique gave them all a lecture, using Paige's brother as the prime example. Honestly, they were taught all that in the Academy but it was obvious that some forgot how to behave properly. And no matter how close her father and Mystique were, even Terry wouldn't have done what Sam did.
Finally, they got to the mission itself. "On this mission, each Hellion will be paired with a Guard member. This farm is located in Nebraska, approximately twenty miles away from a SHIELD base, in the Eastern part of the state. Routine satellite scans from the base, taken about a week after this first scan showed this. There was obviously some sort of explosion, however what really concerns us is the fact that underneath this rather unassuming structure, there seems to have been a very high tech laboratory. Some of the equipment that we have been able to identify through this photo is so advanced that we barely have prototypes fully operational in the labs here." She retracted the pointer and continued. "We will be arriving at the location and keeping the perimeter secure while a specialized team goes in to investigate the cause of the explosion and the lab itself. Are there any questions so far?"
No. Oh, god, no. She knew what Tom did although it was supposed to have been top secret. Terry had a sinking suspicion that the “specialized team” was going to be the Mauraders and she was not in any condition to see her father today. Was it possible to come down with the flu out of no where? The way her stomach felt at that moment was very similar to how she felt last winter when she did have the flu.
Terry slightly shook her head when Mystique asked if anyone had questions. No, she didn't have questions, just a major regret for going out last night. Paige's brother came back and the meeting continued but most of what was happening outside of Mystique was lost on her. Terry had to find a way to make sure her father didn't look at her too closely. He just knew her too well.
((Sorry for the lameness of the post. Just want to keep the meeting moving.))
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Husk
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Post by Husk on Mar 10, 2006 14:25:50 GMT -5
Paige was dimly aware that there were things going on around her but was unable to tear her focus away from the rather startlingly and mind-melting appearance of her brother. Naked. As in no clothes. At all. Anywhere. Not one.
No. Clothes.
It was enough to make her wish that someone would knock her unconscious before all the blood rushing to her face as she blushed made her swoon from lack of oxygen.
"Been on the job all night, Guthrie?" [Jono] observed dryly. "I think you forgot more than your bloody shoes, mate."
Gritting her teeth, she focused her attention on her notepad as Foley and then Morph slipped into the room. Now she was not only gonna have to string up her own brother, but she'd need to corner Jono later and give him a little what for. As if this entire situation wasn't hard enough to deal with. The last thing she needed was him acting all smart about it.
She was about to kick her again--a real kick this time--when Mystique started to talk. Oh, no. Things simply could not get any worse. After a rather lengthy description of just what all she could punish Sam with, and Paige was hoping for death as it'd be the most noble in the long run, Mystique finally ordered him out of the room--Don't look. Don't look she told herself--and then proceeded to detail the mission.
Springing to attention now that her--naked--brother wasn't serving as a major distraction, Paige began to jot down notes about the assignment. By the time Sam finally returned, clothed, she had calmed down to the point where she believed minor dismemberment, along the lines of Wolverine's suggestion, might be better than out-and-out death.
Still. She wasn't gonna be talking to him for a long time. Except to tell him to stop looking so smug.
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Elixir
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Post by Elixir on Mar 11, 2006 0:46:42 GMT -5
Morph had soon followed in after him, up to his usual antics before realizing the severity of the situation. To say turning into a rabbit now would not be the appropriate time was an understatement, but then again Paige’s older brother was rubbing his naked butt all over one of the meeting room chairs, so now was a good as time as any to be a little inappropriate.
Kevin apologized though to both Ms. Frost and Ms. Darkholme, but Ms. Frost shook her head, “No need to apologize to me Kevin. I am not your headmistress today. Anything you have to say of importance should be to Ms. Darkholme.” Josh knew for sure now that Ms. Frost was coming with them on this mission. Interesting, seeing as she usually just sent them off either on their own or with an advisor or two, just to make sure things ran smoothly. Josh nodded at Morph as he sat down, giving him a slight grin. He thought the rabbit was funny.
Mystique stood, reading Cannonball the riot act before sending him off to his room like a little kid who’d just been scolded. Of course the Hellions knew what could potentially happen if you screwed up in the Red Guard, but Mystique probably felt they needed a reminder. It was worth it anyway since you could probably smell Paige’s embarrassment from down the hall. Casting a quick glance in her direction, Josh looked over Theresa and spotted Paige’s face, looking as if she were wishing the Earth would just swallow her whole. Josh smirked slightly. There would be jokes about this for years. He and Jono would make sure of it.
Since he was sitting on the other side of her, his gaze finally went to Theresa before turning back towards the meeting. She looked like she was trying her hardest to fight the remnants of a hangover. The whole club experience last night had definitely been one to remember and a flash of their night out passed through his mind before going back to the meeting.
Mystique began to go into the reason for their little gathering, explaining about a farmhouse in Nebraska that had exploded, revealing a laboratory underneath. Josh paid careful attention, committing the aerial view she displayed to memory. Not a big deal though. They’d have devices available with holographic images of the area.
The end of Mystique’s speech caused him to frown slightly. Perimeter control? That’s it? He would have preferred to be allowed to jump into the fray and explore the place along with this ‘specialized team.’ But who knows, maybe something would happen and they’d be allowed to check the place out. You never know..
”Are there any questions so far?" Mystique asked, eyeing everyone in the room, including the fully-clothed Cannonball who made it back barely seconds under the wire. So far, no one had spoken up. Josh shook his head slightly, waiting along with the rest of them as he studied the list of names Mystique had put up along with the aerial view. Looks like he was going to be paired with Captain Marvel. Besides being super strong, she was really hot, which was a bonus. Better her than Cannonball. Looks like Jono drew the short end of the stick. He’d have to figure out some way to bleach his mind of the mental image of the buck-naked Red Guard member.
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