<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Marco2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ragnar Lodbrok/Myth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Near the Courts<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black shorts with a snarling wolf head, black ankle supports, hand wraps<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nuo, Open<br/><br/>More and more did Ragnar become aware of Nuo's body as they grappled... Her attempts to block his airway was meeting with greater success as his attention turned more towards the thrusting motion of her hips. To tell the truth Ragnar had never considered what would happen between people of the opposite sex as they grappled. Promotions like the UFC and Strikeforce, never had intergender matches so it did seem to be a chess match of moves, training and skill. His breathes came shallower and he caught sight of Nuo wetting her lips. Then he was aware of her other arm moving to lock his arm...<br/><br/>His mind raced as Ragnar became aware of his predicament... He was proud of her to tell the truth, he knew this was still newer for her, but Nuo was giving it her all. She adjusted again to use her weight on him and he found her breath in his ear. Her scent came to his nose and Ragnar had an off thought of what the mint like smell could be. Coming over he had found a weakness for Girl Scout cookies himself. Then came the scents of her hair and the underlying smell of her sweat... This unlocked something deep within him as the beasts inside of his mind growled. Her words came to him and he used a small bit of strength to briefly relieve the pressure on his airway, "You can find damn near anything on that site anymore... Grappling is a chess match Nuo.... You learn by doing dear."<br/><br/>A new scent caught his nostrils now... Blood and he knew that it wasn't his.... His eyes dip to look and instincts take over as his tongue flicks out for a small taste. The beasts he changes into do have lingering effects on Ragnar's mind. Every new form he discovers and uses leaves it's own unique mark on him. Ragnar looks up at Nuo as the rational part of his mind works... They were alike in their fighting spirit and their approach to training. Nuo did have that innocence about her though and Ragnar was a man stained with others blood. His closest friends had died by his own hands and his fiance had died in his arms... No one should be close to him... Ragnar knows this, but this woman that was so eager to learn from him. Still he was drawn to her passion for the art of fighting and her passion for life...<br/><br/>He suddenly stops as his free hand comes to gently cup the back of Nuo's head. His eyes turn to look at her, his mind aware of her curves and softness, "You are quite something Qiang Nuo..."<br/>_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c2/Talia2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Talia "T.J." Josephine Wagner/ Nocturne<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Courts/Graves<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tight black leather pants, black boots, and a white tube top with part of a black bra peeking out<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Idris, Open<br/><br/>T.J. lets out a small smile, "We could come up with something else... Hmmm, maybe love, darling or peach?" Then came the blueberry pie and Talia laughs. That would really be a new one and she did say anything. Idris was really interesting and Talia felt that she could open up to her if the chance was offered. A smile is left teasing purple lips, "Talia it is then Idris."<br/><br/>One must say she liked the way Idris saw potential. Yes, it did need to be realized, but it also had a way of popping up. Most mutants had the potential to be something great, but they never reached to take the bull by the horns so to speak. Most were content to learn enough to ignore their gifts and just go back to a normal life. Still realizing it was part of the battle, "Everyone has their own pace... It's like weight training. Some touch a barbell and automatically gain 15 pound of muscle, then there are those that work for weeks for a single pound. I think one gains more respect for something they have to work for."<br/><br/>She gives Idris a wink with her pure yellow eyes, "I'm one of those that had to work for everything. My father could only teach me so much and that was with the way I move. Our powers were so different... He was a teleporter that could go through the brimstone dimension. My access to that dimension comes in the form of my Hex Bolts. I never knew my mother other then she was the Scarlet Witch of my world. My Hex Bolts don't mess with probability though... My Aunt Jean died soon after our Xavier was killed, so I have never had anyone to work with the little bit of telepathy I have." There was one more and honestly T.J. knew of no one else to have the power, "Then there is my ability to possess people. I'm the only mutant I know of with the ability, so it's something no one can teach me..."<br/><br/>There was a nod as Idris explains about being new and the difficulty of wrapping a mind around alternate worlds and reality. She does give her head a shake at the bumpkin comment though, "You're no bumpkin... How many normal people have to worry about other worlds and realities? Just wait til you meet alien life though... There is so much out there that people don't know about. Skrull's suck and for some reason Doctor Doom is the same in every reality I've been to. My James was from a different reality then I was used to and the Kitty Pryde I was team mates with was something else." Idris says she is sorry about the loss T.J. went through and a small sad smile appears, "Everyone deals with it sooner or later. It just seems to be attracted to me though... I came here the first time and met my father in this reality, we fit so well. He accepted me with no questions asked."<br/><br/>Talia looks back at the graves that are still visible, "Then of course I come back only to find him gone as well...."