<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c9/XMenAvatarToad02.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Code Name:</strong>Toad (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=230554.msg11334078#msg11334078)<br/><strong>Real Name:</strong>Mortimer Toynbee<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Times Square<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday the 7th of September<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mystique, Sunpyre, and Juggernaut<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Meet Up<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Toad cringed at the use of his real name. It was given to him at the orphanage and he hated it. Not that it didn't describe him surprisingly well. Still water, dead sea, stagnant lake. It fit him, but he still hated the sound of it. He liked it about as much as he liked hearing that they were getting a pyro and watching Mystique kiss the woman. Toad didn't have anything inheirently against other sexualities, he simply didn't like seeing affection. It made him feel nausouse. He didn't even like seeing images of people kissing or that stuff in porn. Toad felt no reason to hide his disgust at it. He rolled his eyes and snorted a little before shifting weight from foot to foot while digging in his pocket for his cigarettes.<br/><br/>At the mention of the penthouse, he just shrugged a little. Which also went for the fight against that Spider creep. He was sure she knew that any room he stayed in would likely have to be gutted and remodeled if he ever left it. Toad didn't like garbage, but he did find more comfort in a stale, muddy environment. He liked blankets and other material that he could use to make the room warmer. His rooms were always little habitats of their own. Muggy, stale, and almost swampy in feel. There was likely mold in the walls. If there was one thing in his life that he adored more than anything else, it was probably his humidifier. It kept the room with a moist feeling. The machine was probably older than himself, probably had a recall order five or six years ago, but it was one of the few items that was actually his. Something he'd bought and paid for himself without stolen money.<br/><br/>Toad caught sight of the cop. They always made him uneasy. They knew who he was. He'd never really tried to hide the fact that he was a mutant. While he didn't think he was better than anyone else, despite what he might have said outloud, he also didn't think he had a reason to hide. He hated himself, but he didn't see a reason to be anyone other than who he was around anyone. This landed him behind jail bars more than once. Seeing the cop eye him and the others made him uncomfortable. He didn't want to fight today. He would rather find a bar somewhere and get a drink.<br/><br/>Unlike Mystique, who stepped up to protect the new girl, Toad stepped back. As the cop started to change,<strong>"I'm outta here..."</strong>but he was too late in making that decision. A metal tentacle shot out and wrapped around his waist, yanking him hard as the machine gained height,<strong>"Fucking sentinel!"</strong>he growled as it snapped up Mystique as well.<br/><br/>Mystique and his bodies were more flexible than the average body, but even they seemed unable to squirm themselves free. Toad was stronger than the average human, at least in his lower body. If he could get his feet under the tentacle, he might be able to push it open enough to slip out, but that was easier said than done. He slammed his fists down on it, but that didn't do much good.<br/><br/>He felt the life being squeezed out of him. Was this thing out to kill or capture?