[XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)
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				Title: <strong>[XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 18:34:44</strong>
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				At the Xavier Institute for the Gifted, it was a cheerful sunny day with only a few clouds in the sky. Thankfully for everyone involved in today's events, the temperature was a balmy seventy-three degrees&nbsp; Fahrenheit and perfect for what was planned today. And just a general all around perfect day all around. All classes had been postponed for the single largest even of the generation, at least for a quarter of the guests. And for the rest it was simply a happy event for everyone involved.<br><br>Javeki Magnus Neramani-Xavier, also known as Joseph Xavier Crown Prince of the Shi'ar Empire and Xavier's Heir, was going to stand before several thousand people to be wed with his fiancee, Colette Nicole Rasputin. In attendence were several of the new X-Men roster composed of both teams, several hundred carefully selected guests of the Shi'ar Empire (all meticulously screened by the Imperial Guard), about a hundred of the Imperial Guard, and any student who hadn't chosen to go home for the event.<br><br>The grounds where the wedding was to take place had been meticulously groomed and prepared for this event all summer. It was just outside the small graveyard Charles Xavier and many previous X-men had been interred in. The majority of chairs were collapsible folding chairs placed for everyone else in mind. The only exception to the seating arrangements were for Joseph and Colette's Parents, surviving and not. The plush seating allowed for the family to rest and relax comfortably, as Liliandra was getting on in years. Joseph knew it would only be a matter of time before she passed of old age, if an assassin's blade didn't end her first.<br><br>But right now, he stood in nothing but a pair of white brief's before a full length mirror shaving his face. Logan sat back bare chested in his tuxedo pants while barefoot smoking a cigar. “Ya can relax Joe. She said yes. You don't think she's gonna back out now... Not after you placed that funky collar around her neck and branded her back and right breast where any man with eyes can see it. Especially with the clothing she wears.”<br><br>“What makes you think I'm concerned with her turning me away now, on our wedding day?” asked Joseph as he blatantly choose to ignore the cigar smoke that wafted through the room, hitting the telekinetic barrier he'd erected between him, his wedding tuxedo, and the cigar smoke.<br><br>“Ya smell like about as nervous as a fox in the hen house with the farm dogs prowling around outside. If it ain't that, then what is it?” asked Logan as he crushed the remnants of the cigar in the ash tray he'd set aside for it. Then stood up from the couch and proceeded to pull on his tuxedo shirt and began to button it up.<br><br>“Logan, we're X-Men. Time has proven time and time again that any time one of us has a happy moment, something has to come around and ruin it. And I want nothing more than for Colette to be able to look back on today and say that nothing bad happened on her Big Day.” said Joseph as he wiped his face off, before going back over his face with a telekinetic blade allowing him to shave closer to his skin than with the man made razor.<br><br>“True, but that's the past. This is a different Era. So cheer up bub, and take things in stride. Either something happens or it don't. No use in fussing over it. Now toss on yer pants and start getting dressed. The wedding ceremony is supposed to take place in an hour.” said Logan as he tossed the much younger man (all things considered) his pants.<br><br>Joseph grunted and did as he was told too.<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>Meanwhile across the Institute Grounds in the old cabin that used to belong to Jean Grey-Summers and&nbsp; Scott Summers, were a new pair of inhabitants. They had been relocated to the cabin at the insistence of the Headmaster, Joseph. They were a feral couple. Though one might not see it at first, but you quickly learned the hard way if you weren't careful. The woman was an elegant, sensual beauty who turned heads anywhere she went, and he was good for attracting his own sort of attention by virtue of the fact that he was so large.<br><br>Runa Munroe and Nicholas Kinney were a mated pair. And Nicholas was very territorial about that particular notion. At first, one would consider Nicholas the dominant individual in their relationship, but anyone who bothered to sit down and observe that dominance was a relative thing. While he was dominant in their relationship, and she deferred to him... most of the time, she could control and guide him with careful words and gentle touches.<br><br>Their relationship was a strange one, in that not five months ago, Runa had been living in the gardens of the attic where her mother had lived before marrying the Black Panther and becoming the Queen of Wakanda. Then one day she'd simply disappeared. No one knew where she'd gone or why. Everyone seemed to think that Joseph knew more than he was letting on, but he wasn't forthcoming.<br><br>Then about a month ago, she'd returned with the monstrously large muscle bound man. Not only that they'd openly shared her bed. It was hard to miss when over half the Institute could hear her screams of passion. But what made it even more unsettling was the fact that as large as he was, his touch was only gentle for her and the children. Anyone else was considered a potential threat.<br><br>Nicholas and Joseph had gotten into it on the third day when Joseph had come calling on Runa to speak with her about things. The fight was short lived but destructive. The damage that fight had done had only recently been completed. Nicholas deferred only to Runa and Joseph. No one else.<br><br>That in mind, he loved his mate dearly having spent several hours out of each day (A minimum of six hours) seemingly lost deep in the woods, returning only to be covered in sweat and mud. As she dressed for the wedding, he merely showered and pulled on a pair of blue jeans, his dinosaur hide vest, and the tribal necklace he wore. Then coming up behind her, he kissed the side of her neck, his arms encircling her waist and holding her firmly yet gently to his body.<br><br>“After Joseph and Colette's wedding. I have a surprise for you. I hope you like it. I've spent a long time working on getting it just right for you.” said Nicholas with a smile as he locked eyes with her through the reflective surface of the mirror. They were a seemingly odd pairing with her light mocha colored skin and his lightly tanned skin. Her relatively normal height compared with his height of six foot seven inches tall. Where she was thin and lithe, he was heavily muscled and moved with the grace of a large predator. Where he was blunt and brutally honest, she was the more politically correct of the two.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 00:09:55</strong>
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				In the grounds of the Institute, a rather odd looking Caucasian teen was loitering around where the wedding would be held. His name was Colin Jones, and he had no idea why he was invited here, to this rather up-scale estate. Still, his curiousity had lead him to don his best clothes (a pale grey two-piece business suit, crisp white shirt with a blue and gold striped necktie, and as a concession to the weather, a straw boater) and duely appear for this occasion. He wandered around the area, stopping under a tree to keep out of the sun.
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 02:53:04</strong>
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				For Simon Velvet, the wedding had the potential to be rather boring in comparison to what he was used to. Of course, what he was used to was streams of lights and Elvis as far as the eye could see. Instead he was seeing pastel grounds of old fashioned wedding set-ups that was all rather bland and boring for him.<br><br>Of course, Mr. Fixit was used to Vegas and all that it entailed, no real blaming them. Present because he did still have a soft spot for the school- the handsome man did make the best of things. He did hear a buddy suggest that maybe there was something in mutant genetics that made them more attractive on average- and ever the entertainer the Vegas bouncer tried a few tricks of his own.<br><br>"<strong>Alright, when I show you a black card, say 'smoke'. When I show you a red card, say 'fire'.</strong>" he instructs the young lady he was trying to impress. A little stage magic from the Seigmand and Roy Institute- his other proud Alma Mater. It was like MIT, but for preformance magic instead of technology.<br><br>Heh, he almost hoped it wouldn't start for a while yet.
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 03:29:50</strong>
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				Not really having anything better to do, Colin resumed wandering, looking around at things. Spotting someone performing a conjuring and sleight of hand trick, he walked over to watch.
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				Post by: <strong>GreenHavok</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 05:41:43</strong>
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				Mike sat in a corner of one of the many gardens that surrounded the institute, trying to fix his cuff link on his sleeve. He was never good at this dressing up thing, and longed for a comfortable pair of jeans. The day was perfect for Joseph's wedding, but some sense of dread filled him. He remembered his father's stories about bad stuff always happening when big events happened with the X-Men. He finished hooking the little clasp, stood, smoothed the wrinkles with a little oxygen power, and started to walk towards the congregation.
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				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 06:32:28</strong>
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				Petra walked slowly around the large table, studying the wide variety of food.&nbsp; She was impatient for the fuss to be over, especially since she'd been relegated to staying at home.&nbsp; While she was very effective, there were certain situations where her power was perceived to be a danger rather than useful.&nbsp; It irked her, but she had to agree - underwater work was not the best place for someone who created shockwaves.&nbsp; While unstable molecules would survive being blasted apart by her powers, the chances of her wrecking a re-breather or blowing up a bulkhead were too great a risk.&nbsp; <br><br>The sacrifices of the mighty.<br><br>She glanced sidelong at the other guests.&nbsp; Like them, she was dressed formally, but in her case she had adopted the more androgynous look of a pants-suit, white dress shirt, and cravat tie; she had not bothered to shed her collar-choker, with the delicate glass pendants.&nbsp; Petra rubbed absently at the silver and sapphire cufflinks, unused to wearing them as she was.&nbsp; Still, it was better than wearing a dress.&nbsp; Her powers had some very....revealing side effects when she used them while wearing a dress.&nbsp; Not that it bothered her, but the rest of her team mates were largely either more staid or too interested in what she wouldn't let them have.<br><br>The one thing she did do was steal another glass of effervescent cider; they were being strict on the drinking ages, of course, so the champagne was off limits, and there were far too many people who might notice.&nbsp; Another sigh slips from parted lips and she drank sparingly to make it last.&nbsp; It was only moderately better than being stuck at home, with only the vids she'd watched and the books she'd read again and again.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 06:41:29</strong>
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				Seeing someone looking as equally restless as himself, Colin changed direction and headed toward the figure at the long table. "Hullo." he said.
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				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 07:28:13</strong>
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				Kate Power studied herself in the mirror a final time.&nbsp; <em>A cute face</em> she thought, as always somewhat disparagingly.&nbsp; Rounded and pert, with shortish golden brown locks in a bouncy style, she looked more nearly 30 than her 42 years of life.&nbsp; <em>Thank goodness for good genes.</em> She mused to herself as she pulled on a short pink jacket to go with the dress she had picked out to match her rainbow.&nbsp; She looked at the outfit with a slightly mischivous grin.&nbsp; Something she would have worn on a date perhaps 20 years back... but, <em>I still look alright in it, I think.&nbsp; This will be a side of me my students haven't seen yet!</em><br><br>She was very fond of Joseph, and while she missed his father's reasuring presence, she thought he was doing an excelent job with the school.<br><br>She looked at her watch.&nbsp; <em>Oops, time to go!</em> Smiling a happy grin, she lifted off, then rocketed through the open skylight towards Westminster.
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				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 07:34:18</strong>
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				Petra turned to face the bespectacled young man, her weird aqua eyes narrowing slightly.&nbsp; The multiple lenses and irises shifted slowly as she focused on him, and she frowned mildly.&nbsp; "I don't recognize you....are you a new student?"&nbsp; Her brusque question was not at all mollified by the cold eyes that finally came to rest upon his face.&nbsp; The pale girl crossed one arm under her breasts, cradling the class of cider with the other as she studied the new person.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 07:38:16</strong>
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				Colin hardly reacted to the other person's unusual appearance. "I couldn't answer that if I tried." he said. "I recieved the invitation one day, completely out of the blue, gold edging and RSVP and everything. It was rather inconvenient, having to get a plane ticket to the US, and then finding a place to stay... Sorry, I'm rambling, aren't I?" He gave her a sheepish grin, before extending his hand. "I'm Colin Jones. It's very nice to meet you, Miss...?" he subtly pressed for a name.
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				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 07:46:49</strong>
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				Petra's eyes shifted to his extended hand and the faint frown became a much stronger frown.&nbsp; "Forgive me if I don't shake hands.&nbsp; You really are quite new here, Colin."&nbsp; There were far too many mutant powers that could be conducted by touch, and paranoia when faced with the unknown was the best option.&nbsp; "You can call me Petra, if you like."&nbsp; Her grandfather's infamy and multiple betrayals had made her last name a risk as well, and trust was hard to come by.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well, at the very least, welcome to Xavier's Institute.&nbsp; I'm sure you'll find yourself a niche here somewhere."&nbsp; She sipped her cider again, her eyes returning to bore into his.&nbsp; As friendly as he seemed, he was awfully naive and in her experience, naivete lead to trouble.&nbsp; "I hope you are a fast learner.&nbsp; You could get yourself into a lot of trouble offering to shake strangers' hands here."
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 07:53:55</strong>
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				Colin put his hand back down to his side. "I see.... Well, I'll try to remember that, Petra, you said your name was?" he asked, trying to remember it. "Though I'm quite in the dark as to why I'm here, as I said. This is all very different to back home in New Zealand." he said, picking up a glass of cider and sipping it gingerly as he looked around, and also tried to get the measure of the place. "By the way, before I forget, I must apologise in advance if I do anything embarrassing. I'm a bit clumsy and scatterbrained sometimes. Very embarrassing for all concerned."
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				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 08:00:06</strong>
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				Kate always wondered how her powers worked.&nbsp; Flying along at nearly 500 miles per hour, a rainbow of colored light streaming out behind her, she had no trouble seeing, somehow her hair and dress remaining fairly unbothered by the speed.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Magic, as I've always said.</em> she thinks with a mental laugh, imagining her brother Alex's expression when she used to express her opinion.&nbsp; <br><br>Seeing the Institute grounds after only two minutes flight, she circles once overhead, looking for familiar faces.&nbsp; There were many.&nbsp; Former students, fellow X-men, and current students were all gathered around, chating and nibbling the refreshments on the beautiful day.&nbsp; <br><br>She noted the absence of the team leaders and nodded thoughtfully.&nbsp; <em>Probably still getting ready.</em> Noting a space clear by the cider, one of her favorite drinks, she noticed one of her favorite students, Petra, was talking to a young man she did not recognize.&nbsp; Keeping her arms at her sides, she flew into a careful landing next to the table, smiling cheerfully.&nbsp; <br><br>"Petra!&nbsp; Hello!&nbsp; It's a lovely day for it!&nbsp; Who's this young man?" Silently she made one prayer. <em>Oh, please don't call me Professor Power again, Petra?</em> Helplessly, knowing the girl wasn't telepathic.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 08:14:48</strong>
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				"Agh!" Colin cried out in alarm, and jumped back. So began the chain of events that proved his words. Firstly, the contents of his glasshit him on the forehead, and ran down into his eyes. "AAAH! My Eyes!" he yelped, his hands flying up to his face. He then discovered his hands were moving to fast, and he belted himself in the mouth, sending him staggering backwards. Into a chair, which he tripped over. He flailed wildly to try and regain his balance, but he was too far out of balance, and he fell towards Kate with another yelp of alarm. The two of them collided and ended up in an untidy heap on the grass. "Ow..." he groaned as he saw stars. "I hate it when that happens...."
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				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 08:25:13</strong>
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				Petra took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.&nbsp; 'Clumsy and embarrassing' was too often code for 'not-so accidentally touchy-feely'.&nbsp; After the disaster that Kate Power had been subjected to, she could see why he'd warned her.&nbsp; "The young man who so violently accosted you, Professor Power, is colin Jones, a very scatterbrained and clumsy individual by his own account."&nbsp; She swirled her cider in the glass, looking down at the tumbled pair - along with a number of other people in the area.<br><br>"Colin Jones, Professor Kate Power, of the Xavier Institute."&nbsp; Petra managed to keep her sneer to a minimum.&nbsp; Kate had always been kind to her, despite the attitude problem she presented.&nbsp; "I think that I am going to refrain from trying to help either of you up though.&nbsp; I suspect that I would end up somewhere in the middle of the pile which would prove a little bit in bad taste."&nbsp; Not that she would complain too loudly about being pressed up against Kate.&nbsp; Colin, on the other hand, was setting off more alarm bells in her head.&nbsp; Paranoia perhaps, but very much warranted paranoia from someone who was a member of X-Force.&nbsp; Complete stranger, clumsy, invited to a wedding like this, accidentally touching other people at random?&nbsp; It reeked of plot to her.&nbsp; <br><br>Then again, many things did.&nbsp; He might just be a pervert, after all.
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				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 08:44:14</strong>
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				Kate rolled with the fall, and sat up slowly, pushing the young man off her gently, if firmly.&nbsp; Wincing perceptably as Petra again called her 'Professor' out of class, she stood and gave the young man a hand up... bracing herself in case he should lunge at her again.&nbsp; "That's perfectly alright, Colin.&nbsp; And please call me Kate, unless you happen to be in my class at the time."<br><br>Turning to Petra, and noting the girl's drink, Kate smiled warmly.&nbsp; "I think one of those sounds like a good pick me up after that fall." Striding to the table, she glanced back at Petra, smiling again at the girl's straight and honest reply.&nbsp; <em>She always reminds me of Jack.</em> <br><br>Grabbing a tall glass, she proceeds to fill it with the cider, smiling at the familar smell and taste.&nbsp; She glances around.&nbsp; "Petra, have you seen Logan around, or is he with the Groom?"
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 08:45:18</strong>
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				Colin immediately disentangled himself from Kate and began bowing and scraping, as he repeatedly apologised and pleaded for her not to hurt him. It was a tragicomical sight, really.
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				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 08:50:10</strong>
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				A raised eyebrow was Kate's response to Colin's exuberant kowtowing.&nbsp; "I'm used to people around here being a little unsteady, Colin.&nbsp; Are you a new student here, or just come for the wedding?"
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 08:54:35</strong>
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				Colin calmed down, and began to explain about the strange set of circumstances that had lead him there. As he spoke, he knelt and picked up the glass he'd dropped and pulled out a bit of old cloth to clean the grass stains off. "I don't even know who sent it, or why. I mean, there's nothing all that special about me, is there?" he asked in genuine puzzlement, setting the glass down and then rubbing the back of his neck.
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				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 09:01:53</strong>
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				Petra smirked, and refilled her own glass, taking care with the bottle.&nbsp; "It is not champagne, but it is at least sweet," she remarked to the shapely professor.&nbsp; "I think that Logan is with the groom but I really do not want to check.&nbsp; These clothes aren't really designed for my powers.&nbsp; Besides, Mr. Xavier isn't exactly going into this without some trepidation and Logan's the only one who can treat him like a kid now."&nbsp; She respected the man for his work, but had a hard time showing anyone any real respect.&nbsp; <br><br>She watched the kowtowing youth and tried to control her expression, rather badly; it was obvious she was starting to find Colin a trial.&nbsp; It wasn't really his fault; she was abrasive to begin with and her paranoid tendencies, warranted as they were, did not make it any easier.&nbsp; "If I may be excused Kate...."&nbsp; She glances at Colin once more, her strange eyes taking in every detail.&nbsp; Petra would have rather stayed to speak with Kate a little more, but there were too many things about Colin that made her uncomfortable - not the least of which was the possibility he might fall on her.&nbsp; <br><br>That would turn out badly, she suspected.
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				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 09:54:01</strong>
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				Runa smiled as Nicholas entered the house covered in mud. Laughing as he tracked it through her room. "I'm not cleaning that..." she mused softly. Her eyes roaming his body as he stripped. God he was amazing, huge...lethal...perfect. She never go tired of tracing his body with her hands....her lips....her tongue. Shaking her head as she turned, "What on earth is he up to?" she asked herself hearing the water come on. She had only half dressed, the corset with garter belt clung to her body. Shaping and perfecting her curves, her breasts so perfectly showed off it even impressed her. Clipping the thigh highs in place, "Not bad." the idea of going and teasing Nicholas in the shower played in her mind. He'd end up ripping it clean off her body...not that she'd complain. <br><br>&nbsp;No...now was not the time to lose themselves in eachother. It wasn't her day....It was Colette's day...her wedding day to Joseph. Runa was a bridesmaid, "Always a bridesmaid never a bride." she laughed. In through she didn't care about a wedding per say. It was only paper work, and she didn't need&nbsp; a piece of paper to tell her she loved Nicholas.&nbsp; Loved him with ever part of her being. He had helped put her back together after she'd lost the child she carried. Their child...he pulled her out and got her back to the only place she could tell him. Home...to her father. Truthfully the only man that didn't threaten him, he didn't have to fear losing her to him. But the last the other males around them...god the last fight. She and Colette had been hard pressed to pull them both apart. Boy's would be boy's....but the school was now intact. And the day had come. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; She pulled up her dress as he walked out the bathroom. Watching him dress himself, they did nothing to hide his large form. Smiling as he stepped closer, her head leaning to the side to allow him to get a better angle. Damn it knew her spots to well, "A surprise... really now? Does it have something to do with your disappearances. I have been wondering what you have been up to." moaning softly as she wrapped his large arms around her. His warmth and strength surrounding her body. Soaking into hole body, heating her to the core. "Zip me up love." she held the dress to her chest. The strapless emerald green satin worked perfectly with her skin. Her hair partly up, flowers randomly in her hair. She looked like a nymph, that had yet to come to the real world. <br><br>((http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2111/2160276803_967fe3d716.jpg (http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2111/2160276803_967fe3d716.jpg) something along those lines for the dress. ))
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				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 19:09:06</strong>
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				Kate watched Petra disengage herself a trifle sadly.&nbsp; She had helped the younger woman learn to use her powers in concert with other's, but Petra was never a 'people' person, and probably never would be.&nbsp; She took a long drink, and looked carefully over her new, accident prone aquantance. <em>Probably detected him on Cerebro recently... I wonder what his mutation is if that's so.</em><br><br>"So, Colin, you have no idea why you were invited?&nbsp; Why did you come then?". She smiles warmly at him, really curious about his answer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 19:52:15</strong>
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				"<strong>Smoke.</strong>" she had replied. 3 of Clubs.<br><br>Jack of Spades. "<strong>Smoke.</strong>"<br><br>6 of Spades. "<strong>Smoke.</strong>"<br><br>Ace of Hearts, he grins for just a moment before she says it, "<strong>Fire.</strong>"<br><br>They never did see where the pyrotechnic display came from. Just for a moment a small fireball for a fraction of a second seems to come from the card. Just enough to startle a bit.<br><br>With a bit of a smile and a bow, Simon breaks off and decides to take a look at the spill. Just be sure, bouncer instincts kicking in.<br><br>Taking a hop, one clear over his intended audiance and landing not too far away. Something that should have been impossible for a human being.<br><br>"<strong>Hello. Everything okay?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 20:21:12</strong>
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				Colin chuckled a bit. "It sounds silly, I know, but I've always loved all the pomp and circumstance that went with weddings. When I was a small boy, my grandfather once told me about <em>his</em> father's wedding, just after the Second World War.... my adoptive grandfather that is." he said after a moment, the cheer in his voice leaving for a moment, before it came back. "And also, I suppose you could call it practice, for if and when I find that Special Someone for me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 20:38:11</strong>
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				<em>Well, he has no idea he's a mutant then... if he is.</em>&nbsp; Kate decided, listening to his story with a slowly warming smile.&nbsp; <em>He's a bit of a romantic though... that's a power in itself.</em><br><br>"Well, I hope you find her someday."&nbsp; She said, smiling.&nbsp; "Not all of us are so lucky."&nbsp; For a moment, her face darkens.&nbsp; <em>Franklin...</em><br><br>Then she's smiling again as if the thought had never crossed her mind.&nbsp; "Well, you'll never find the one for you hanging around an old maid like myself."&nbsp; She looks around at the crowd.&nbsp; "And you know, girls find weddings very romantic!&nbsp; So you'd better go mingle!"&nbsp; She grins at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 20:40:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/danielle2BIG1110_468x676.jpg?t=1263840275)</div>A wedding.<br><br>Vanessa really wasn't one that spent a lot of her time with the X-men and their affiliates, but or some reason someone decided that it was important to have the 'reformed' cat burglar attend this event. Maybe they were trying to tie down her allegiance to the organization for all of mutant / super hero kind, but being a dedicated tool to anyone was not something she was incredibly interested in right now. Even though she was in the academy, it was more as a place to be without scrutiny rather than a desire to be alongside the 'good' people.<br><br>Sitting in one of the fold out chairs in the middle the yard, Vanessa had her legs crossed and was more or less looking very disinterested in today's festivities. She wasn't making an effort to be distant, it was just that in truth there were not a lot of people that she knew. And so, the alleged cat burglar remained where she was, or at least until someone thought she was worth talking to. Or if someone things this wedding is worth busting up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 20:58:26</strong>
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				"An old maid? You? What absolute rubbish!" he snorted, not believing her claims. "Anyone who would call you that is either an idiot or a liar." he said. "But you do have a point about mingling." he said, kneeling down to pick up his hat from where it had fallen from his head. "Again, I'm sorry about tripping over onto you before. I must say though, you took it far better than the last person who was caught up in one of my spills like that." he commented, rubbing his jaw for a moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Immortal Cherubin</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 21:21:38</strong>
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				Claude was standing near one of the tables, like every male there he was dressed formally. The only exception being that unlike them he was wearing black leather gloves on his hands, this was for his and the safety of others. He didn't know if his powers would start to act up again. Everything else on him seemed normal, a well pressed white shirt, and a black tuxedo that was buttoned up. black pants fitting perfectly, they didn't look like they would fall if he made a few steps. And last but not least a bow tie that he kept in the front pocket of his shirt, he never liked wearing bow ties he always had the felling that they suffocated him.<br><br>Finding his way towards the seats he saw that Vanessa was sitting there. She wasn't in the academy for most of the time but when she was here she didn't talk to anyone, except a chosen few there. Walking up to her he sat down next to her, one of the reasons was that he wanted to talk to someone and the other was his desire to learn more about her.<br><br>"So a real fine day for a wedding right? Oh by the way my name is Claude LeBeau i don't think that we have met yet." Introducing himself he took his hand out of his pocket and extended it to her. He was hoping that she wouldn't ask him why he was wearing gloves on a hot day like today.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 22:10:29</strong>
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				Simon gave the pleased sigh of a mixed blessing. Yeah, no emergency here that needs a bouncer- but the Vegas celebrity isn't used to being so ignored.<br><br>"<strong>Well, have fun you two.</strong>" he gives as a parting shot, appreciating the medical advances. Kate taught when he went to school, she's got to be at least 40- and yet she looked barely out of her 20's. Hurray for the 2040's!<br><br>Hopping closer to the wedding ceremony alter, he sees Vanessa as well. And Claude.<br><br>Heh, a woman like that deserves better then someone who just has a bit of confidence from a fancy suit. Landing a jump on the other side of Vanessa, he chuckles.<br><br>"<strong>Not enough Elvis paintings compared to what I'm used to. But then again, Vegas is rather unique like that. Hey, Claude- I'm Simon. And I wonder what your name is?</strong>" he directs to Vanessa- inwardly chuckling as he takes the question he knows was meant for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenHavok</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 22:59:40</strong>
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				Mike reached the tables where everyone had gathered, looking at a couple familiar faces, and even more that he had never seen. There was Professor Power talking with some people, and a few other students from his classes talking amongst themselves, then he saw her. The blonde woman sitting away from the crowd, he'd never seen anyone that beautiful, even after coming to new york. He gawked awkwardly, wringing his hands together, trying to come up with what to say to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 00:05:07</strong>
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				Kate laughed.&nbsp; "I can imagine!&nbsp; There are a lot of very touchy people in the world.&nbsp; You were lucky, I suppose to run into me."&nbsp; She gives him a playful shove.&nbsp; "Go talk to that group there.&nbsp; The handsome Cajun's name is Claude, the gorgeous blond is Vanessa... rather a pair those two, though they were in different years of my class.&nbsp; The hopping fellow's name is Simon... he's a bit of a celebrity these days."&nbsp; She gives him a tiny shove in that direction.&nbsp; "They're all about your age.&nbsp; Go mingle!"<br><br>She then turns back to the buffet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 00:13:31</strong>
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				Almost as if on cue, a rogue looking character (no pun intended) walks over to Vanessa, offering his hand in a friendly salutation. He looks fancy enough, but then again, so do the other hundreds upon hundreds of people in this wedding. Well, some of them are a little strange looking, but given the nature that is being a mutant, that's nothing that anyone is going to hold against you. Looking at the man, who introduced himself as Claude, the agile one took his hand in her own, shaking it soft, yet firmly. <br><br>Just when she was about to give her own little introduction, another player in this game of greetings popped in, making his appearance on the other side of Vanessa. It worked well enough, as she wouldn't have to bother saying her name more than once. "Well, hello boys," the girl says rather teasingly, using a more husky tone than she normally would. "I'm Vanessa, and yes, this is a really nice wedding. Elvis too is pretty weird; glad you got yourself away from that." She offers a smile to both of her fellow mutants before standing up and fixing the wrinkles in her dress from sitting. <br><br>"I'm going to go get myself a drink. You two can chat or whatever it is you two do for fun." Having already shaken Claude's hand, Vanessa gently pats Simon on his shoulder before going to the drinks and h'or doeuvres table. Not glancing back at the chair she was at moments ago, the teen pours herself a cup of punch, bringing it to her lips in hope of quenching her thirst. <br><br>Across the buffet table, she noticed that another woman was pointing around the crowd to another, as if to say that she knew the most people in this place and wanted to tell someone else. Vanessa caught her pointing at the other two who she had just parted company with and smirked. <em>'I can only hope that he doesn't come over straight me for a word or two. I don't get why people want to hover around me all the time.'</em><br><br>Well, she knew the answer, but could only wish people got over her as quickly as she got over other people. The thought brought a sly grin on her face, as it reminded her of a time where she had used her charms to get out of a rather sticky situation. Her mother would be proud.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 00:16:45</strong>
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				Colin nodded. "very well, Miss Powers. You have a nice day." he said, bowing his head as he turned to go and mingle. He tipped his hat politely to Vanessa as he passed her with a quiet "Pardon me".
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 00:35:56</strong>
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				"Closer.&nbsp; Closeeeer-STOP!&nbsp; There, perfect.&nbsp; Wait, three centimeters left.&nbsp; Your <em>other</em> left.&nbsp; Great!&nbsp; Now just stay there.&nbsp; Camo active?&nbsp; Perfect."<br><br>Situated on a rather shady old tree overlooking the proceedings of the pre-Wedding socializing was something that appeared from afar to be nothing more than a large gnarled knot in the trunk.&nbsp; Only upon extremely close inspection would one possibly notice that it wasn't a knot at all, but a rather bizarre looking breed of insect.&nbsp; Its oblong carapace had bent inwards to convincingly mimic a warping in the wood, and its dozens of spindly legs were all bundled together just so to make it blend in with the rest of the tree's wrinkled texture.&nbsp; All but one, which was currently pressed to a comically small headset bound around the little creature's head, which seemed a cross between that of a spider and a particularly ugly fly.&nbsp; The antennae coming off the module had apparently replaced its natural ones, if they had existed at all, and allowed for long-distance communication and hearing.&nbsp; Its six pale pinkish eyes were roving over every inch of the grounds, focusing on all the guests in turn and presumably relaying all that information to some remote location.&nbsp; <br><br>On the other end of the line was a young woman with an unusually purplish complexion and neon green hair.&nbsp; Normally her face would have been painted up, but in the privacy of her own room there was little need for sprucing up.&nbsp; Most people would consider that quite an improvement; Jacqueline's peach-shaped face was all the more adorable when it wasn't done up like some sort of insect-harlequin hybrid.&nbsp; <br><br>Her own hand was pressed to a larger version of the insect's headset, and her violet eyes had glazed over into some sort of trance.&nbsp; Overseeing her was a far larger beetle that looked as though it had been designed by a group of ravers, all vibrating greens and purples and pinks and blues.&nbsp; It also happened to be acting as her seat, its soft underbelly perfectly cushioned for comfort.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh drat.&nbsp; Looks like Logan isn't out yet," Jackie huffed, puffing out her cheeks in disappointment.&nbsp; "He's such a rugged man!&nbsp; Y'know, for someone like a bazillion years older than me.&nbsp; And hairy as a bear.&nbsp; And a midget.&nbsp; But at least he's an <em>original!</em>"<br><br>The large beetle chittered and fluttered its mandibles, apparently teasing her by her reaction.&nbsp; "I'm not crushing!&nbsp; I'm merely a fan, alright?&nbsp; What's wrong with that?"&nbsp; Another few seconds of bubbling sounds.&nbsp; "Well, besides the fact that I'm <em>technically</em> his enemy.&nbsp; Bah, fine.&nbsp; But it's not like we've even met each other in person.&nbsp; But I recognize some of these other jerks...<br><br>Recognize was a very broad statement.&nbsp; The girl couldn't for the life of her remember any of their names.&nbsp; They all just tended to blur together after awhile, trying to kick her posterior into the pavement.&nbsp; Or <em>worse</em>, squashing all her children like they were just <em>animals</em>!&nbsp; It was enough to boil her blood, the way even the good guys could so casually murder and maim like that.&nbsp; Especially when she didn't go out of her way to do more than a little necessary property damage.&nbsp; Some part of her knew it was her own fault for lumping herself in with the more destructive mutants, but where else was she supposed to turn?&nbsp; <br><br>Jacqueline frowned, staring out at the party enviously.&nbsp; How nice it would be, just mingling among all the buffet tables and talking with people that didn't look like they'd stepped off the set of a Power Ranger's movie.&nbsp; The villains, that is.&nbsp; Or better yet, inside the mansion itself, getting all done up for her own wedding...<br><br>She pushed her lips out again and pouted.&nbsp; Villains weren't the sort to get married often.&nbsp; Not that they called themselves <em>villains.</em>&nbsp; They were all just "Mutant Supremacists", looking out for each other where no one else would.&nbsp; That just tended to involve wanton violence and getting arrested a lot.&nbsp; But the fact remained that true love wasn't exactly something that they caught on a whim.&nbsp; It was all sex and lust.&nbsp; Hell, and she couldn't even get <em>that!</em>&nbsp; It all came down to her <em>condition</em>.&nbsp; Funny how even the Big Bads seemed skeeved out by crawly things.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 03:34:13</strong>
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				"Is there any love for monsters like me?"<br>-Ryan Braddock(light side)<br><br>"Lets see....Berserk, crazy, insane, frightening, dangerous, monstrous, inhuman, reckless, disturbing and completely out of control...Yea, that's me!"<br>-Ryan Braddock(dark side)<br><br>Were there are X-men, there will always be those who detest what they do. Those who believe that humankind should not be destroyed. Such as the attitude of this mercenaries employer. The mans name was never shown, neither was his face, but the contract was an invite so to speak. A wedding invitation with any title attached. He now had made it to New York City at about noon. Preparing a plan in his head for when the time came. Wearing his usual fur end jacket, black tank top with his jacket matching pants. He wore a purple motorcycle helmet as he drove his motorcycle through the streets. http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m168/rcsoccer/Motorcycle_3.jpg (http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m168/rcsoccer/Motorcycle_3.jpg) All bad asses rode bikes. His good side was the one in control seeing as he was able to put up mental blocks like his mother could in that form. As he drove he was conversing with his evil side of a game plan. They figured that it would be about time before the vows were made. A perfect time really as it would allow for the maniacs kind of fun. Though, he was torn like usual as the good side hated to disturb such a glorious moment, but he had a contract to fulfill and a message to deliver.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 03:54:26</strong>
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				A curtain was drawn back as she glanced out to the gathering crowd.&nbsp; It was almost claustrophobic as the numbers increased. She took in a few deep breathes and then pushed the deep red fabric back into place. Its not that anyone could have seen her in her robe or less, as the room was too far high up for more than a possible brief glimpse. Her long blonde hair was pushed up into crystal combs decorated in silver and diamonds, leaving a few random ringlets to bounce freely. Soft pink colored lips were pressed together as she&nbsp; turned and looked around the room. Her gown hung not far from the mirrored vanity, it was a satin bright white fabric that hung loosely in a very simple fashion, no lace, bows, or any frills. <br><br>She moved toward where it hung and let her robe fall from her shoulders, draping it over her bed before she then moved a bit further on where she took down the dress. Colette slid into the gown with ease. It was backless and dipped low just at the top where her bottom curved, and the front scooped down in a halter fashion showing a respectable amount of cleavage. Both the back and front left her branding marks visible, obviously designed to do just that. The young bride stood there staring at herself and shook her head some. <br><br><strong>"I should be the happiest girl in the world right now and the proudest to marry into such a prestigious family."</strong><br><br>She waited a moment and then went to the door, took in a deep breath, then opened it up. As she peeked her head out a moment and spoke quietly.<br><br><strong>"Raiga? You still out there?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 04:33:25</strong>
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				Kate took a seat with a few tender treats from the buffet table, people watching as always.&nbsp; She glared at Gladiator once or twice when his back was turned, still annoyed at an encounter they'd had some years back. <em>The man thinks he's SO perfect.</em>&nbsp; Smiling suddenly again, she remembered the ending of that encounter.&nbsp; She'd been dating Franklin Richards at the time, and one of her sweater memories of the last year of their romance involved Franklin's manipulation of the arrogant alien's costume.&nbsp; <br><br>She noted that Vanessa seemed not to recognize her, and smiled to herself.&nbsp; The girl had not been one of her best students, letting her abilities replace actual tactical thinking.&nbsp; She'd been in her class a few years back, and had declined to join the X-men.&nbsp; <em>I did wear rather old fashioned clothing back then.</em> Kate mused.&nbsp; <em>The glasses I was wearing then... and I think my hair was usually in a bun.</em><br><br>She grimaced slightly, remembering her mood back then.&nbsp; <em>One bad relationship after another.&nbsp; You'd think I was afraid to let myself be a woman anymore.</em>&nbsp; Focusing on the excellent canapes, she resumed her people watching, her mood picking up again quickly in the party atmosphere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 06:29:08</strong>
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				Simon looked over Claude and couldn't help but get an amused look on his face.<br><br>"<strong>So, you were hoping to meet some of the ladies too?</strong>" he chuckled.<br><br>Taking a crouch on his chair- much more comfortable for him then one would think- the son of Toad looks him in the eye and wonders.<br><br>"<strong>Meh, maybe we should hold off anyway- it is a wedding.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 06:31:37</strong>
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				Colin approached the two men quietly. "Morning." He said, before he forgot what he was going to say. so, he fell back on the old English topic of conversation. "Lovely day, isn't it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 07:18:24</strong>
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				Nicholas smiled as he inhaled her scent through his nose. “Hmmm....&nbsp; You smell wonderful. And look absolutely gorgeous in that gown. Better in the corset and stuff though. Sure we can't.... you know sneak a quickie in? I mean the wedding isn't for another hour yet. And probably the only one who might notice would be your father. And I'm sure he'd understand how I feel about you.”<br><br>“You're totally irresistable. I couldn't keep my hands off you if I tried. Besides I wonder how horny you'd be if you stood up there for the duration of the wedding with my cum slipping down your leg as a constant reminder of how hot you make me.” whispered Nicholas as he cupped a breast through the dress as he leaned down to kiss the side of her neck as he pulled the zipper up drawing the dress tighter around her mid section.<br><br>“And the best part is, we don't even have to strip you out of it. Just lift the hem of the dress, since I know you're not wearing panties.” grinned Nicholas. “But to answer your question. Yes it has to do with my disappearances.&nbsp; And I hope it's something you'll enjoy. Your father and I had to do a lot of learning to keep it a secret.”<br><br>Nicholas loved his mate very much. The fact that the two of them were a sexually charged pair was one of the reasons why they were out here in the cabin away from the Institute. But it didn't feel like them. So he'd gone off and gotten started on something much more about them. The fact that she could make him horny as hell at the drop of a hat didn't help.<br><br>Joseph had had to lay down the rules when he'd stumbled into the kitchen one night at three in the morning to see them doing it on the dining room table. It was also one of the reasons why they were out here in the cabin. It gave them the sort of privacy to do what they wanted, when they wanted, where they wanted, and how they wanted. And as loudly as they wanted it too.<br><br>One of the things he loved about his mate was she was very expressive about her pleasure and displeasure. Even in a fight, she was just as willing to scream at him as she was to punch him. She was not what one would call a meek woman. But he knew how to make her putty in his hands. And right now, he wasn't sure if he wanted to turn her into that putty or not.<br><br>It was after all, Joseph and Colette's wedding day. The two of them could have all the fun they wanted after the wedding, as Joseph said the reception would be exceedingly short. The food made available before the wedding so things could progress much faster than normal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 16:03:49</strong>
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				"I'm always here, aren't I?"<br><br>Came a voice not far from Colette as she peaked her head out, It's owner standing a few feet away waiting on his cousin to finish getting ready. He was standing there, looking rather uncomfortable in his Tuxedo, something that he wouldn't have Worn if Colette and Illyana hadn't insisted on it..but it was his cousin's wedding day, so he supposed that wearing a Tuxedo was the least he could do.<br><br>"What do you need, Colly?"<br><br>Raiga asked his cousin, a hand running through his white hair, the most distinguishing characteristic about him, Green eyes looking softly at her floating head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 17:57:35</strong>
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				Vanessa now found herself leaning by an empty spot on the buffet table, her right hand holding her punch while her feet crossed over each other. A daring venture, considering she was in heels. Scanning the crowds from here was a little easier as the scene included the seating area she had been sitting in moments earlier. In the midst of her crowd gazing, another guest of the wedding walked by, as polite as anyone she's seen, then made her way to the group of boys that she had left behind. It was curious to say the least, but thinking further on it wasn't something the teenager was really interested in doing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Immortal Cherubin</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 18:13:19</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58269.msg2650004#msg2650004">Quote from: TheVillain on 19-01-2010, 06:29:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Simon looked over Claude and couldn't help but get an amused look on his face.<br><br>"<strong>So, you were hoping to meet some of the ladies too?</strong>" he chuckled.<br><br>Taking a crouch on his chair- much more comfortable for him then one would think- the son of Toad looks him in the eye and wonders.<br><br>"<strong>Meh, maybe we should hold off anyway- it is a wedding.</strong>"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Well you know what they say, there isn't a better place to meet beautiful girls than at someones wedding." Claude replied, Observing the way Simon was sitting in the chair he couldn't help but chuckling. "I see that we both have fine taste when dealing with woman." Then just on cue another young man approached them. Claude stopped talking to Simon and rose his head up observing the new arrival. <br><br>"It depends on your point of view I'm Claude and this guy here is Simon. What's your name boy i didn't see you here before did you just arrive?" Claude asked Colin, as he introduced himself and Simon at the same time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 19:17:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1500000/Meg-meg-ryan-1576293-1100-1382.jpg)</div>Kate watches from her seat as Colin meets her old students, glad to see he's at least trying to fit in.&nbsp; She glances about the reception, looking for anyone who might want to chat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 20:00:35</strong>
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				Colin tipped his hat to them. "Colin Jones, at your service." he said, his New Zealand accent showing in his voice now. "Sorry about the scene earlier- Simon, was it? Right..." he asked, before seeing the man's nod. "I just have terrible, terrible luck when it comes to the fairer sex."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kizurin</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 02:56:23</strong>
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				Alice was not sure why she was here. She never liked such.. Huge occasions, being in such crowds. Especially crowds made up from not normal humans. The buzz was there, as always annoying, sometimes even louder then normally. Which was why the woman was as far away from everyone as she could, sitting on the end. But she came here with Akame, as she too got invitation from.. Xavier Jr. Still, it was not easy for her to agree on going here, and even now, deep down she still did not want to be here. And surprisingly it had nothing to do with the fact that there were so many non-humans and that people could think that she was a mutant (a very correct assumption, though one that she did not really enjoy - not that she would want to be a human). No, it had to do with one of the main attractions at the occasion. And more precisely the groom.<br><br>She let out the cloud of smoke as she thought about that.. Man. The woman disliked him, rather greatly. But also was sadly aware that there was little she could do about it now.. Or ever. She lost to him, he took away Akame from her. Though then again, technically, the other was never truly hers from the beginning. But still, it was there. The feeling of being cheated of something that anyone wanted on some level. Her lips drew into thin line. It.. Was a little annoying, to see the man who in a way destroyed a piece of her work, a small piece of her life, get a happy moment, get married... Being here did not calm her at all. Oh, she appeared relatively calm, if not bored and looking like she wanted to be back home to do more productive things. Her mind too was not sending her thoughts around and someone would have to prod (which she would most probably notice) to hear her thoughts.<br><br>The buzzing turned louder and more annoying, to which she just inhaled more smoke, only to let it out in another cloud, watching as it started to disappear in the air. And probably as frustrating as it was to loose the battle for Akame's memories, the fact that she was unable to do <em>anything</em> to that man was even more frustrating. It was the first time she found herself unable to do <em>anything</em> at all. After all, she was unable to even get in, even just watch. Even with Akame, she could do something.<br><br>It was frustrating. And also downright scary. So yes, while she did not like him, Alice realised that doing anything against him, would be simply a suicide. And she liked living. Either way, soon she probably will not dislike him so much. After all... Akame was apparently in a way thing of a past now.. The rift was too large and with him under Joseph, she could not just mend him.. Bend him to her will. At least they were still friends in a way. Her blue eyes hidden behind her fringe closed for a moment as she fought back that <em>something</em> that made her so upset at Joseph. Then she reopened her eyes and finished smoking the cigarette. Then she brushed her hair behind her ear and took out a book and started reading it, to not get attention to herself. "Hmm..." She muttered a little, only part of her concentrating on the book for the time being. Other thoughts focused on.. More happy thoughts. Like the few things that made being here bearable. An occasion to put on the blue dress with artistic strips of white and different shade of blue that made her think of oddly coloured smoke. And the food. She knew the food here would be good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 04:23:12</strong>
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				Runa leaned agaist him, her body growing hot. But she had to keep her emotions and needs under contol. "Nicholas...behave. You`d tare the dress. and then I`d have to hurt...mmnnn. Your...so..very..wrong." she ran one hand up behind her as she took a deep breath in. Loving his scent...loved how it surrounded her. They had gotten so close that she had a hard time telling them apart now. But she loved every moment of it.<br><br>&nbsp; the image of her body lean forwrad as he took her. Her hands gripped her dress as the idea played in her mind. The day had been so long already they hadnt had a chance to touch and have eachother yet. Which for them was rare. God she was so thankfull that she no longer had to hold back. Had to be scared to let her full power. and who she really was to finaly be free. She couldnt thank him enough. couldnt tell him how much she loved him enough. And here she was thinking she was never one to be alowed to have something so rea...so right.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 05:51:13</strong>
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				<em>I'm late, I'm late, for a very... unimportant date.</em><br><br>Gwen's disdain for the event was no different than any other, really, except the ones she was paid for. This one had required her to <em>spend</em> money, which made her rather sour about the whole situation. She was currently jetting through the air, propelled by an afterburner-like cone of energy sprouting from her feet. Her dress fluttered rapidly in the wind, outmatched only by her hair for wildness as she jetted through the sky at several hundred miles per hour. Since the heels were slightly too long, she strapped her shoes to her back to avoid them from being vaporized by her propellant. She could make the energy appear up to an inch away from her skin, but no farther than that, and she simply had to have good shoes, even if she didn't want to be there.<br><br>The estate was in view now, as indeterminate blobs slowly became stick figures, which finally gained definition and became people. Not really caring if anyone was watching, she nonetheless rocketed towards the ground, aiming for an open area in the corner of the yard, and firing full stop from hands and feet, scorching the ground quite badly and kicking up a lot of dust, fortunately all aimed away from her. It wouldn't do to have a dirty dress at a function like this, since there were potential clients in attendance! As the dust settled, she straightened her outfit unceremoniously, put on her high heels, and went straight for the alcohol.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 06:46:28</strong>
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				Kate observered the newcomer's landing with interest.&nbsp; <em>Is that?&nbsp; Can it be?</em><br><br>Standing up and moving with a graceful step, she headed quickly towards the girl.&nbsp; <em>It is!</em><br><br>Speaking in a low, but enthusiastic and warm tone, Kate says, "Gwen?&nbsp; Gwendolyn Summers?&nbsp; I haven't seen you around here since you were a teenager!"&nbsp; She looks at her admiringly.&nbsp; "What a lovely young lady you are now... it's been what... ten, eleven years since I've seen you?&nbsp; What have you been up too?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 07:06:13</strong>
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				Having already downed half a glass of wine, Gwen quickly downed the rest while sighing mentally. <em>I knew this would happen. I wish it wouldn't. Maybe if I had been born with stealthy powers...</em> Putting on her client smile, she nodded at the approaching woman respectfully. "It's been a long time, Miss Powers," she replied out of uncharacteristic habit.&nbsp; "I've been... making myself useful. I'm sure you've seen me in the news now and then." It was a fair guess; Singe was a household name when it came to mercenary activities, including work for the military. Recently she had been used as an example in an ongoing government ethics debate concerning the activities of PMCs.<br><br>"You haven't aged a day," she continued, politely. It was largely true, after all - most mutants had the benefit of graceful aging, for whatever providential reason.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 07:14:54</strong>
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				Petra had wandered about for some time, and had located Logan long enough to tell him Kate Power was there to see him if he wished to bother; she left quickly, though, not willing to be inside the mansion any longer than she had to.&nbsp; Once outside she too note of more new arrivals, and frowned at the number of mutants and superpowered that weren't actually counted among the X-Men present.&nbsp; Not a large number, to be sure, and no one deliberately antagonistic to them, but certainly more than she would have been comfortable with.&nbsp; <br><br>On the other hand, she amended, what kind of idiot would start trouble at the Xavier Institute itself?&nbsp; <br><br>She saw the flashes of energy and light long before she heard them, and she lifted her head, her mutant eyes quivering as the lenses and irises moved and shifted to focus on the distant figure that rapidly came closer.&nbsp; Her heart sank, and she set the cider down, her stomach tying itself in butterfly-riddled knots.&nbsp; <em>What maniac invited her here?</em>&nbsp; The young woman watched the landing, and glanced back at the mansion....but no, it wouldn't do at all.&nbsp; A member of X-Force shouldn't have to retreat to safety.&nbsp; She could handle this; it wasn't as though she was in danger after all.&nbsp; <em>At least, not the kind I won't recover from eventually.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Petra forced herself to walk slowly out into the gardens once more, and through she avoided the direct lines of sight to the person who had just arrived, she didn't try to hide either.&nbsp; She did deliberately avoid the young men Colin Jones was speaking to; that was a disaster waiting to happen, and Petra wanted no part of it, especially with two more horny bachelors present.&nbsp; Seeing Kate walk up to Gwen and greet her so eagerly was a surprise though.&nbsp; Apparently she really was all that the other members of X-Factor hinted she was.&nbsp; And all this time she'd been under the impression Julie was the fey one of the family.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 07:19:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1500000/Meg-meg-ryan-1576293-1100-1382.jpg)</div>Kate looks thoughtful.&nbsp; "Have I?"&nbsp; She looks at the girl carefully.&nbsp; "Oh my... are you 'Singe' then?"&nbsp; She frowns slightly, but then shrugs and smiles.&nbsp; "Well, I'm glad you've been so successful."&nbsp; <br><br>She gestures at herself&nbsp; with a laugh.&nbsp; " I can't say the same about me, of course.&nbsp; These last few years, I've been pretty much out of the news.&nbsp; Not many people want to hear about the daily life of a teacher, even if she's an X-man."<br><br>She glances around for signs of any of the bridal party.&nbsp; "I think the usual question one asks is, Bride or Groom?" She smiles wryly.&nbsp; "What brings you to the wedding?"<br><br>Inside she's thinking.&nbsp; <em>Think good thoughts, good thoughts, Kate.&nbsp; I'm sure she's just here to see old friends.&nbsp; She couldn't be here to cause trouble.</em>&nbsp; The cynic deep inside isn't so sure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 07:31:17</strong>
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				Closing her eyes in a semi-exasperated expression, Gwen muttered, "Neither, actually. My mother." While saying so, she reinforced her psychic blocks, hoping to discourage her superior mother from being aware that she had arrived, but she knew it was in vain. Xavier was also certain to be aware of her by now. Her walls were formidable, but she simply didn't have the training to keep superior psychic intellects out. At best, she could mitigate damage, if it came to that. "I'm sure you remember about me and social occasions..." Gwen looked uncomfortably around as if punctuating her statement.<br><br>Turning slightly back to the table, she poured herself another glass of wine. "Would you like one? Better get while the getting's good, 'cause otherwise I've got dibs on this whole table," she said with a mild smirk back to Kate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chimerelf</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 07:54:41</strong>
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				Martin Blaire's attempt to remain out of people's way was succeeding so far.&nbsp; He was never good at social events, and couldn't help but think contemptuous thoughts about those in attendance who were clearly wearing clothes to make themselves stand out.<br><br>"I bet none of them are married." he thought as he chuckled slightly.<br><br>His parents were unable to make it due to previous engagements, but his mother had insisted he wear his costume under his suit, "Just in case."&nbsp; There was clearly a few veteran members of the school on edge.&nbsp; He sincerely hoped Joseph and Colette weren't feeling this paranoia.&nbsp; He thought for a moment about using some subtle tricks of light his mom taught him to calm those few people down, but thought better of it as they were likely well-trained in monitoring their thoughts and emotions, and any sudden shifts would likely only cause them to make a scene.<br><br>After having a turkey and swiss sandwich, he walked over to the bar and asked for a glass of white zinfandel.&nbsp; The attendant shifted his eyebrows as if to ask "Are you serious?".&nbsp; After a moment of calm yet constant eye contact, the attendant shrugged and poured a glass for Martin.<br><br>Martin turned around and under his breath said "Bout time, bitch.", smiling slightly.<br><br>The attendant who clearly had better hearing than Martin thought, said "I'm sorry, what was that?"<br><br>"Nothing.&nbsp; I said you hair looks nice." Martin said, smiling at the man snidely. <br><br>Sipping on the champagne flute that the idiot attendant poured the wine into, Martin decided it might be best if he actually did socialize a little bit.&nbsp; Doing a quick look around, he didn't see any fellow X-Men in the immediate area, so he opted to walk up to the two women conversing near the bar.<br><br>"Hello, I don't believe we've been properly introduced.&nbsp; I'm Martin.&nbsp; Great booze here... just... questionable help." he said loud enough to ensure the rude attendant heard him.&nbsp; He smiled warmly toward the women.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 08:02:16</strong>
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				The more she watched, the more Jacqueline's heart sank into her stomach.&nbsp; It was more than a little humbling to see so many X-Force members in one place, not to mention other powerful mutants that were in some way affiliated with them.&nbsp; She shuddered to think that she might have to actually fight some of them one day.&nbsp; Not that she hadn't fought some of the younger ones, but she dreaded the day when one of the more experienced combatants showed up.&nbsp; Her own abilities seemed so tame by comparison, put next to people that could shoot beams from their bodies or reshape reality or dash about the landscape like bullets.<br><br>"Geopps!" she whispered into the microphone, apparently to the camouflaged insect.&nbsp; "Get a better look at that one!&nbsp; The one that just flew in!&nbsp; Gwendolyn, did the other one say?&nbsp; <em>Summers?</em>&nbsp; Omigosh, you think it's...&nbsp; It has to be!&nbsp; The former Starburst, right?"<br><br>The moment no one was looking Geopps unfurled his segmented body and lashed out, his hind limbs still clutching securely to the bark.&nbsp; In only a few short seconds he'd managed to make himself look the spitting image of a low-hanging branch; the little scamp even spread out one wing to mimic one of the tree's leaves.&nbsp; The extra distance was enough to give Jacqueline a far closer view of the proceedings, and of the famed mercenary.<br><br>"I suppose I should have expected the high profile types...&nbsp; She really is <em>stunning</em>, isn't she?&nbsp; I suppose she would be, with a predigree like her's. Jackie muttered to herself.&nbsp; The thought just made her feel a bit worse.&nbsp; All the women at the party looked like they'd just stepped off a fashion runway.&nbsp; "Gorgeous.&nbsp; I wonder if they're just lucky that way.&nbsp; Like, if beauty's some kind of auxiliary ability that I just missed, or if they really work their asses off for it.<br><br>The giant beetle burbled and pat her comfortingly on the head.&nbsp; She smiled gently and rubbed the creature's belly.&nbsp; "I know Harold, but I can't help myself.&nbsp; I'll try not to get hung up over it, okay?&nbsp; Besides, I'm not watching this for fashion tips.&nbsp; Something interesting's gotta happen at a wedding with so many famous figures, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 08:38:28</strong>
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				"<strong>Well, you know- confidence but don't be overeager, et cetera.</strong>" the older Simon advises like a brother.<br><br>"<strong>Everyone at your age is awkward Colin- them included. Just relax, see what happens.</strong>"<br><br>He considers for a moment, then decides to add to it.<br><br>"<strong>Well, unless there's special circumstances. I never was that awkward- funny story, short version is that I was born and raised in a particularly interesting corner of Vegas.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 08:47:24</strong>
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				"Thanks...." Colin said, before perking up at Simon's comment. "Oh really? What's it like living in such a bustling city?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 09:48:21</strong>
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				Another mutant might have missed it.&nbsp; Most of the others at the wedding were not the possessors of augmented vision, however.&nbsp; <br><br>Petra wasn't quite sure WHAT she had seen, because when she turned her aquamarine-crystal eyes on whatever she'd seen it was already gone, but she had definitely seen something.&nbsp; She believed it with the conviction of a bonafide egomaniac with absolute trust in their abilities, a trait her mother had deplored breaking her of.&nbsp; It was far enough away from the activity of the wedding that it wasn't an immediate threat, no matter what it was, but at the same time, she couldn't simply move to where she'd seen it.&nbsp; First the thunderclap generated by her power would alert everyone in the place that she'd left, and that would be rude to say the least.&nbsp; More importantly, her outerwear would be torn to shreds by the apportation, and she'd spent a pretty penny to have the shirt and pants tailored.&nbsp; <br><br>As a result, she was forced to walk towards the edge of the wooded area opposite the mansion, her alien eyes shifting and quivering as she altered them to focus on the trees and treeline in detail that none of the other guests present could likely manage.&nbsp; She didn't spot anythign out of the ordinary yet, but she was absolutely certain something had moved in the treeline, and anything that was trying to hide was not likely to be friendly.&nbsp; At the same time, it wouldn't be worth alarming any of the other guests if it turned out to be a squirrel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 10:09:18</strong>
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				Jacqueline's skin turned a lighter shade of purple as Petra clearly looked in her general direction.&nbsp; "Oh thunderbunts, you think she saw anything?&nbsp; She's coming over!&nbsp; Don't.&nbsp; Move.&nbsp; A muscle."<br><br>The girl bit her fingernails nervously as the woman moved ever closer, clearly inspecting the area for something.&nbsp; She certainly recognized this one.&nbsp; Coriolys, or Boomer, or whatever it was she went by.&nbsp; Another member of the X-Force, meaning she was a player in a league that Jackie hadn't dared to break into just yet.&nbsp; All she knew was that the woman had some sort of teleportation that sent things flying when she wanted them to.&nbsp; Certainly not the sort of person Geopps would want being aware of his presence.<br><br>"Alright, think.&nbsp; Best case scenario, she sees nothing.&nbsp; Middle case scenario, she spots him and just takes it for an unusual stick insect.&nbsp; Worst case scenario...she overreacts and does something I'll regret.&nbsp; What to do..."<br><br>Apparently she didn't need to do anything, because the clever little bug was already putting his own plans into motion.&nbsp; Petra clearly had good eyes to have noticed such a quick movement before.&nbsp; Great care would be needed.&nbsp; Just outside her peripheral vision and...a quick movement up.&nbsp; Small, almost imperceptible motions.&nbsp; Centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch up towards the natural cover of the tree line.&nbsp; Geopps kept all but one of his eyes closed, and the last was kept partially lidded to avoid showing any pink colouration.&nbsp; Slow but steady...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 16:49:56</strong>
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				Kate frowned, not having fond memories of Emma Frost.&nbsp; <em>Her lessons in psychic defense seemed more like torture than anything.</em> Trying to push past it, she shook her head, and smiled slightly.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I see, Emma asked you to attend?" Realizing some of her feelings about the poor girl's mother are in her voice, she changes the subject.&nbsp; "I'm not actually drinking yet." She gestures to the cider glass. "Just cider for now."<br><br>Then Martin Blaire came up to them, trying to act suave, and Kate had a moment where she wasn't sure if she should laugh or sigh.&nbsp; Here she was, fellow X-man, talking to the daughter of two, and the team's newest recruit didn't recognize either of them. She decided to be kind. <em>After all, the poor boy wasn't trained here, and he's never seen me out of costume.</em><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://marvel.com/universe3zx/images/thumb/4/41/Lightspeed_Head.jpg/440px-Lightspeed_Head.jpg)</div>Turning, she gave him a warm smile.&nbsp; "I'm flattered, Martin, or should I say, Helel?". Softly she says, "Costume on.". In a very subdued way, suddenly, with no seeming transition, Kate is wearing her tight black and yellow costume, and odd white boots.&nbsp; Martin can't help but recognizing as his teammate, Energizer.&nbsp; "Costume Off." she says again a second later, and the cute blond in the pink dress is back before many people around can even notice the double change.<br><br>"It's a good thing your not in my class, Mr, Blaire.&nbsp; I'd have taken points off for lack of observation." She's smiling warmly at him as she says this however.&nbsp; "Enjoying the party so far?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Immortal Cherubin</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 18:21:02</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58269.msg2653632#msg2653632">Quote from: Major Major on 20-01-2010, 08:47:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Thanks...." Colin said, before perking up at Simon's comment. "Oh really? What's it like living in such a bustling city?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I don't think that you are old enough to hear about that." Claude said with a slight smile, which soon was replaced with a serious face, he wasn't in the mood for talking to anyone. Tapping Simon on the shoulder he stood up. "Well Simon I am going to go now and see what the situation on the field is like, if I see any girls that need attention I'll send them your way." With a grin he walked past Simon and Colin, turning around one more time "And Simon be nice to Colin okay.".<br><br>With a nod he walked away from them and headed towards the bar, walking up he smiled to the attendant asking him to make him an Afterglow (http://www.drinkswap.com/images/da/afterglow.jpg), teh bartender looked at him as if he asked him why did he want to drink that. But seeing Claude's brown eyes looking at him without blinking he shrugged and made Claude the drink.<br><br>Nodding Claude took the drink and turned around leaning against the bar slowly sipping his drink waiting for wither someone to approach him or to see someone interesting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 02:44:43</strong>
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				Nicholas smiled, as he said, “No I wouldn't. I'm not that bad. Besides, it's not like we can't get you out of that dress just as easily as you put it on. In point of fact, I think we can slip you right out of that dress.”<br><br>The hand that had just zipped her up, was slowly drawing the zipper to her dress down until it was all the way down, his fingers moving to part the fabric and let it slouch down before pooling at her feet. Picking her up by her hips, he kicked the dress out of the way. Moving his right hand up, he took a handful of hair and pushed her forward over her vanity and used one leg to spread her legs to about shoulder width.<br><br>Reaching down with his free hand, he undid his pants letting them fall free to his ankles, he grinned and took his erection and pushed it against her opening but did nothing more than run it up and down along her slit, teasing her. “Hmmmm.... What was this about tearing the dress?”<br><br>He teased her like this for several minutes until he knew she couldn't stand it anymore and slowly, ever so slowly pushed himself into her hot and ever ready depths until he could go no further and just rested there. Pulling her head up by her hair, he kissed her forcibly as he growled his lust and love for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chimerelf</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 05:29:20</strong>
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				Martin's jaw dropped for a moment.&nbsp; Here stood a well-known X-Men who had more than established herself in the mutant community.<br><br>"I.. I'm sorry, Ms. Powers.&nbsp; I didn't recognize you out of your costume." Martin stated bluntly<br><br>Martin subconsciously began using his power to subtly make the light around his suit grow brighter, thus diverting attention from his quickly reddening face.<br><br><em>"This is why I hate social gatherings.&nbsp; I always end up making&nbsp; fool of myself."</em> Martin thought loudly in his own head.<br><br>"You know how it is." Martin said trying to brush off the situation, "Most of the people here would prefer to be in costume fighting mutant oppression than dressed up for a wedding."<br><br>"Not that this wedding is a great thing!&nbsp; Or that we want there to be mutant oppression to fight!" Martin stumbled, blushing so hard his face was quickly becoming cherry red.<br><br><em>"How can it be that mom and dad are so good at dealing with people and I'm a walking faux pas?"</em> Martin thought.<br><br>"So what time did you get in, Ms. Powers?&nbsp; And yourself, Ms. Summers?" Martin said trying to regain his dignity.<br><br>"I assume things have been uneventful for you both... relatively speaking." Martin stated more than asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 05:56:12</strong>
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				There was time before the wedding that he had to..."attend" and he took the time to drive around New York and collect his thoughts. Which in his case was a conversation between good and evil. The conversation was private and he was gonna plan his next move. Assuming there was no interference. Inside his mind, a torn cosmic world that was as unstable as it came. Large platforms made of rock served as standing areas and on a large middle one. Two of the same person stood face to face, one with a knightsword at his side and his hair out of his face. The other with a bow and his hair covering the right side of his face. The one with the blade was the good side and the one with the bow was the evil side. The good one spoke first in a calm, but strong tone of voice. While the evil side had a calmness to it, but it was more erratic tone.<br>"I will not allow you to interfere this time. This job must be perfect and flawless. Killing someone would be provocative and would go against the contract."<br>"Bullshit! We were paid to interrupt the wedding. I say we lob some heads and when we are done. we do the bride and brides maids Then break dance on the corpses while downing the alcohol like fools!"<br>"We have a message to deliver and it will be done WITHOUT touching or killing anyone. As much as I hate reminders of what I will never have. I refuse to completely obliterate such an occasion. Women will not be harmed either. I will say it until you understand. Women are more valuable then gold and are to be treated with admiration, love and respect! I do not care if I am treated as a monster and demon because of you. I refuse to be torn down!"<br>"AH HAHAHAAA! You ARE me as I am YOU. You are ALREADY torn down! Women are just beasts, animals, sexual demons that deserve NOTHING! You just watch, and smell when you get there. Look at all the women, take a good look and you'll see the beasts...as beautiful as they are lustful. Men like me are here to help ease there misery and dominate them. We-"<br>"Enough of this nonsense!! It is only because of demons like you that it has come to that."<br>"It's talk like that, that keeps you a virgin...."<br>"And damn proud to still have it. So long as I exist...the morals will too."<br>"Fuck morals! Humans and mutants are no different with the exception of powers. Take those away, you just get raw lusts. Then why do you want to kill your mutant ex girlfriend? Then one who betrayed you."<br>"That's a different matter altogether."<br>"Is it?"<br>"Despite what you think...I detest cheating and betrayal as much as I hate lust-filled couples who never take any passion into true romance. Relationships are to be taken in baby steps. Get to know the person and never give in. Judgment will be spare no one."<br>"...an elaborate excuse to have fun. Like that one time I took a potato peeler to this couples sk-"<br>"DON'T YOU DARE SAY MORE!"<br>"All that was the BEST! The screaming, the blood. Holy shit that was orgasmic!"<br>"...Made my stomach turn...Point is. You will not come out till AFTER I am done with the mission."<br>"Fine...but next mission...whatever it is. I want BLOOD! I want to hear screams for mercy while I cut them into little bits!"<br>Conversation over and the time left gets shorter, but he himself, even on a motorcycle is very far and will take a good few hours to get there. This was the 50th or so time in this year that this conversation came up. Ever since the evil side nearly raped a mother in front of her children and dying husband. It was stopped by his knight side who, because of the other side. Does not have clean hands. So no coincidences with others posts I assure you.<br><br>(NOTE:Too gross for you on some parts or inappropriate. Just tell me to change it.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 06:30:18</strong>
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				The wooded area was not so far away from the party that was not really 'leaving' the party per se.&nbsp; Or so Petra told herself as she slowly scanned the trees and treeline for whatever had caught her eyes.&nbsp; Though, that nagging little voice her mother insisted on instilling in her whispered that it was really an excuse to get away from the late arrival.&nbsp; And the teacher.&nbsp; She had liked learning under the professor, but she had been a consummate professional.&nbsp; At least, that was then.&nbsp; Despite her appearance the woman was easily twice her age and then some.&nbsp; <br><br>Pulling her thoughts out of the gutter, Petra's weird eyes focused on the slight movement along...no, <em>of</em> one branch that did not match those of the rest of the wind blown branches.&nbsp; When you depended on your vision to be able to pick out a hair thin wire in the middle of a black room at midnight so that you didn't tear yourself apart by accident, picking out stealthy movement was all too easy.&nbsp; But it was not a person; it was....weird.&nbsp; It was an insect of some sort, a fairly large one at that.&nbsp; It would have been less remarkable if the thing hadn't been wearing a headset.&nbsp; Petra stalked it slowly, studying the thing.&nbsp; It wasn't one of the brood.&nbsp; Those nightmares were long since gone, and they were still required reading for anyone who was a mutant at the institute even after more than 50 years of safety.&nbsp; <br><br>She stopped a short distance from the tree with the very alien looking bug and spoke up.&nbsp; "Do not bother trying to hide.&nbsp; I spotted you from a quarter of a mile away, and now I am right here.&nbsp; You may as well admit that you have been seen."&nbsp; She racked her brains trying to recall if she'd heard of anythign like this.&nbsp; But the headset...why would anyone need a headset for an insect?&nbsp; Unless....the insect's nature was camouflage, not communication.&nbsp; Was it an alien?&nbsp; Or....something else?<br><br>"You cannot escape now.&nbsp; You may as well admit that.&nbsp; I can be anywhere you try to escape to in less time than it take a human to blink.&nbsp; On the other hand, if you do try to escape, then I can beat you into submission and go back to the wedding."&nbsp; Not exactly her first choice, but she would take what she could get.&nbsp; Wait, there was a file she'd read in passing....not someone X-Force had fought, but the X-Men had encountered her a long time ago.&nbsp; The Hive Mother?&nbsp; But she'd died.&nbsp; So...some other insect controller?&nbsp; "I will tell you what.&nbsp; You come out and show yourself, and if I think you do not mean us harm, I will let you be, and we can go our respective ways."&nbsp; Her eyes were focused on the strange looking insectile thing....but it wasn't entirely insect.&nbsp; It was definitely a mishmash of insect and spider and an unhealthy dose of something else.&nbsp; It was rather cleverly designed, really; if she had been cursed with normal eyes, she would never have seen the creature at all.&nbsp; As it was, she could track it pretty well.&nbsp; If she lost sight of it and it froze, she would not be able to see it at all anymore though, of that she was certain.&nbsp; "You are a rather lovely little creature are you not?&nbsp; What genius made you?&nbsp; You are no natural thing, that is for sure."<br><br>Unlike anyone else, the admiration would have been faked, a ploy to get the creature to expose itself further.&nbsp; It still was a ploy, but Petra did admire the creature; it was the perfect spy.&nbsp; That headset was very strange though.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 07:04:48</strong>
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				Kate smiled at Martin's embaressment, but immediately tried to put him more at ease. "Relax, Martin, I was just teasing you.&nbsp; In fact it was rather flattering."<br><br>She guestures over towards the other side of the bar, where Vanessa Hardy is obviously still attracting attention.&nbsp; "Vanessa was in my class a few years back, and she didn't recognize me either." She giggles.&nbsp; "I suppose glasses and a change of outfit really make a big difference."<br><br>She looks carefully around the crowd again while answering his question. "I flew in about 10 minutes ago.&nbsp; Miss Summers just arrived."<br><br>Then she looks at him again, "How are your parents?&nbsp; I didn't often work with your mother, but she helped train me... controlled energy absorbtion and projection are something we both have a lot of experience in." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 07:09:19</strong>
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				Jacqueline squealed, nearly drawing blood as she bit into her own lip.&nbsp; "Shit!&nbsp; Shit on a cracker!&nbsp; What do I do now?&nbsp; Okay, let's think.&nbsp; Not one of my strong suits.&nbsp; Well, she's not spraying insecticide or going thermonuclear, so that means she's not a lunatic.&nbsp; Probably.&nbsp; Okay..."&nbsp; She pursed her lips, Harold twittering expectantly behind her for some flash of genius.&nbsp; "...I got nothing.&nbsp; The beetle chirped disapprovingly, earning a pathetic look from its mother.&nbsp; "Well fine, do <em>you</em> have any bright ideas?"<br><br>Once again Jackie seemed to be underestimating her own creation.&nbsp; The moment Petra began speaking Geopps had halted its upward advance and opened its eyes again.&nbsp; In under a second the illusion was temporarily broken, its dozens of legs unfurling and its leaf-like wing tucked away again.&nbsp; It raised its foremost right limb and held its claws apart just enough to mimic a peace symbol, which it immediately crossed over its heart.&nbsp; Or where a heart would probably be on a normal bug.&nbsp; It twittered once and tapped at the headset, then gestured to its own eyes, then to the party, and finally waved its hands horizontally.&nbsp; A keener mind would eventually decipher the basic message: "No harm meant, just spectating."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chimerelf</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 07:45:58</strong>
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				Feeling a bit relieved that he wasn't the only one making mistakes, Martin's blush began to fade steadily.<br><br>"Oh.&nbsp; Um... well, dad's doing well and loves talking about glory days.&nbsp; He still likes the attention he gets from women, which mom has come to terms with, so long as he doesn't flirt back.&nbsp; He also looks for any chance to be a hero, which drives mom nuts.&nbsp; Guess even with his good luck, it still worries her sick." Martin began.<br><br>"Mom is doing alright too.&nbsp; She's constantly calling and making sure I'm doing alright.&nbsp; I've tried to ask her to calm down, but she says 'It's a mom's job to worry.'.&nbsp; She even made me agree to wear this here." Martin said, pulling back his white button-up's neck to the side to show a small amount of gold fabric, easily recognizable as his costume.<br><br>"Speaking of energy absorption, she keeps hassling me about developing that ability.&nbsp; I've explained to her that I'd love to, as it'd make my life a lot easier, but I just don't think it's in the cards." Martin explained in a somewhat exasperated way that made it clear that he'd dealt with this topic ad nauseum.&nbsp; <br><br>Thinking for a moment, Martin broke into a hearty laugh.<br><br>"You know, every time I would under-power a photon blast, mom would say 'You need more focus, like Energizer.', and when I would over-power a photon blast, mom would say 'You need to concentrate more.&nbsp; I never had this problem with Energizer.'." Martin chuckled.<br><br>"To this day, I don't know if she was just saying that to get my riled up or if you really were the perfect student.&nbsp; In either case, you'll have to forgive me if I still feel something akin to sibling rivalry." Martin said with a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 07:57:39</strong>
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				"It's Grace, by the way. Not Summers."<br><br>Gwen wasn't sure she had extracted all the resentment from her correction, but decided she didn't mind if she hadn't. It wasn't exactly secret that Gwen had never had close ties with her family, despite the fact that they were always nearby. She had made her own way in the absence of direction being given to her from the most trusted of sources, and that had led to her current status as a mercenary. <br><br>It was easy, relieving in fact, to let Powers do all the talking. Gwen didn't want to talk to anyone really, much less bumbling males. Still, she had resigned herself to meaningless small talk when she agreed to attend, and it would do no good to be rude. But <em>oh</em> did she want to be.<br><br>Gulping down another glass of wine, she found her eyes kept straying to the older woman, eyeing her generous, fully realized womanly curves that had been honed through years of training and no doubt a mutative boost. Gwen always felt she had a girlish figure, lacking in the chest as she was. Still, there was no denying her hips were fabulously wide. She wouldn't have minded a bit of a trade, though.<br><br>Listening to the chatter about energy training, she recalled back to when she was still living here, when Kate had been her tutor, and in fact one of the only people that Gwen had allowed to train her. She hadn't known why at the time, but seeing her up close like this now, Gwen was fully aware that ulterior motives had been in play. <em>Maybe I better take it easy on the booze after all...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chimerelf</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 08:30:57</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58269.msg2656931#msg2656931">Quote from: Karma on 21-01-2010, 07:57:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It's Grace, by the way. Not Summers."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Oh... I'm sorry."&nbsp; Martin said, beginning to blush again.&nbsp; Not only had he not registered her complaint until nearly a minute after she said it, he had put his foot in his mouth.<br><br>His mom and dad had always referred to her as the Summers girl.&nbsp; His mom had learned how to control her energy projections from Scott Summers and seems to have ignored every negative claim about him since she left the X-Men.<br><br>Ms. <em>Grace</em> sounded pretty pissed off.&nbsp; But from what Martin had heard, it was a rare day when she wasn't.&nbsp; It would be hard to imagine her with a sunny demeanor considering who her mother was.&nbsp; Martin figured it was best to just let her disdain roll off his back.<br><br>Martin endeavored to find a place to bring Ms. Grace back into the conversation, but every time he glanced over at her to ask her opinion on a matter, her eyes were always fixated on Ms. Powers.&nbsp; Martin took this as a sign that she was avoiding eye contact with him, meaning he had likely offended her deeper than he imagined.&nbsp; He knew now wasn't the time or the place, but was resolved to make it up to her some other time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 16:11:42</strong>
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				Kate smiled, remembering Dazzler's exuberence.&nbsp; "She also taught me to dance, did you know that?&nbsp; And she shouldn't have made comparisons.&nbsp; I'd been an active super hero for nearly ten years before she trained me."<br><br>Kate turns to look Gwen.&nbsp; "Grace?&nbsp; Have you gotten married yourself?&nbsp; Or just changed your name?" Even as she speaks, she's aware of two things, the old tired tactician in her head points out that Petra has purposefuly moved into the forest, and the human side of her is noting Gwen's attention.&nbsp; She thinks. <em>Petra can handle herself, and can certainly make a big enough noise if she spots something dangerous.&nbsp; What's on Gwendolyn's mind?&nbsp; Can she actually be attracted to me?</em> <br><br>Kate just keeps smiling, and she starts to tell Martin a short story of his parents first encounter with the Fantastic Four.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 19:00:42</strong>
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				"<strong>He totally won't,</strong>" Simon snickers.<br><br>"<strong>But in his defense, neither would I.</strong>" he adds once more with a chuckle.<br><br>"<strong>So, what do you do Colin?</strong>" he asks, "<strong>What's your dazzle?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 19:42:12</strong>
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				"Dazzle?" he asked, in confusion. "What do you mean, Dazzle?" he asked, taking his hat of and scratching the top of his head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 19:46:12</strong>
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				"<strong>What do do? What's your power? However you want to say it.</strong>" he replies, smirking. Heh, is this one that young.<br><br>"<strong>But he did have a point, Vegas isn't always rated PG kid. Maybe I'll tell you when you're older.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 20:10:19</strong>
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				"I'm sorry, but I&nbsp; haven't a clue." Colin said. "Unless you count horrible, horrible luck involving the fairer sex..." he said, wincing and rubbing his jaw.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 21:44:54</strong>
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				The alien-insect was pretty clear about it's intentions.&nbsp; Petra had plenty of experience dealing with creatures who could not communicate verbally, and despite it's size and looks, it was clearly very intelligent.&nbsp; she considered for a moment, and then held out her hand.&nbsp; "The headset, if you please.&nbsp; Then you can go your way and I will go mine."&nbsp; She fixed her eyes on the creature and her faint frown meant business.&nbsp; While she could probably get away with allowing the creature to watch, the headset was clearly designed for transmitting information, and there had been enough of that in the past.&nbsp; She'd read about the Skrull invasions in great detail.&nbsp; <br><br>"And if you have any friends in the forest, you'd better tell them to leave.&nbsp; I can live with one of you out here, but you can bet your life that I will not overlook two spies."&nbsp; Her aquamarine eyes narrowed and the crystalline lenses shifted over her multiple irises.&nbsp; "In fact, you will be betting your life on it.&nbsp; Headset, if you please."&nbsp; A cruel smirk crossed her lips, and she waited impatiently for the creature to give her the device.&nbsp; Perhaps someone with a more earthly technological experience might be able to do something with it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 00:17:57</strong>
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				Jaqueline pouted.&nbsp; "Drat!&nbsp; Well that won't do at all!&nbsp; I can't very well enjoy a wedding if I can't even hear what's going on!&nbsp; It just cheapens the experience.&nbsp; That, and I spent hours getting that headset to work properly!&nbsp; This won't do at all...&nbsp; Geopps, be careful, will you?&nbsp; This one seems like one of those stuck-up, no funny business sorts."<br><br>Geopps stared at Petra for a long moment, thinking.&nbsp; It was paying a great deal of attention to her eyes, as though it were momentarily entranced.&nbsp; Or perhaps simply scrutinizing them carefully.&nbsp; After a moment it seemed to relent to the woman's strict demands, raising its forearm to grasp at the headset and making as if to remove it from its head.<br><br>Then, all at once, every inch of the insect's carapace shifted wildly from dull browns and blacks to a kaleidoscope of whirling colour that flashed spastically from warms and cools to ultraviolet and just about every other visual spectrum known to science, and several others that probably weren't.&nbsp; It coiled up like a spring and jettisoned itself off of the tree, two dozen similarly flared up wings blurring as it zipped up into the tree line and deeper into wooded area.&nbsp; The moment it was out of direct sight the seizure-inducing display halted, returned to a foliage palette of greens and browns, and every moving part stilled itself all at once.&nbsp; Waiting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 02:20:02</strong>
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				Decision time.&nbsp; <br><br>She saw the beginnings of the color changes and made her choice.&nbsp; There weren't any observers except the insect....and the maker of that weird little headset.&nbsp; So it was time to make another sacrifice.&nbsp; Petra hated doing so but it was necessary.&nbsp; The risk of someone finding out was too great.&nbsp; So she shielded her eyes with one arm and fisted her other hand.&nbsp; <br><br>The sharp series of reports, a staccato burst of tiny explosions shattered the tree trunk where the creature had been and followed it through the branches, the leaves and smaller branches blasted away from fully two thirds of the tree.&nbsp; They would undoubtedly hear the sound of the tiny shockwaves from the party, but it wouldn't be as alarming as one really big one or the sound of her teleporting.&nbsp; She didn't hit the bug, but not from lack of apparently trying.&nbsp; Then it was gone, and she sighed, pulling the ruined shreds of her right sleeve away from the dress shirt, revealing the slick pearly arm of her combat suit beneath it.&nbsp; She would be able to cut the rest of it away when she got back; it was probably still salvageable.&nbsp; Short sleeves looked good on her anyways.<br><br>It had been the right thing to do, she was fairly sure, but it irked her that she had let the bug go.&nbsp; She stalked back to the party; it would do no good looking for it as it was too smart to make the same mistake twice obviously.&nbsp; On the other hand, Petra was certain someone would know what the bug had been or who it served.&nbsp; Her stomach turned flip-flops; the only two people there she knew well enough to ask and who might also know were the two people she wanted least to talk to at the moment.&nbsp; More sacrifices.&nbsp; <br><br>Petra walked purposefully towards where Gigi was still talking with Kate.&nbsp; Composing her expression into one of casual arrogance, she approached the twain, still plucking threads from the edges of her ruined right sleeve, and ignoring the questioning gazes that would undoubtedly be following her progress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 02:42:58</strong>
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				Geopps pressed himself as tightly against the tree as he could muster, tiny hearts beating at lightspeed.&nbsp; It certainly hadn't been able to predict the sudden volley of lethal shockwaves bursting out in every direction, and only hair-trigger reflexes and a naturally flexible body had allows it to weave in between the pinpoint blasts and escape amidst the hurricane of falling branches and leaves.&nbsp; The sudden lightshow hadn't had the effect he'd clearly hoped it would have on the woman's unnaturally acute vision, but it had been enough to throw off her aim by the slightest margin.&nbsp; A close shave indeed.<br><br>"Jiminy Cricket!&nbsp; Is everything alright, Geopps?&nbsp; She didn't get you, right?&nbsp; What just happened?!" Jacqueline clutched her hands to her chest, trying to quell her own heart rate.&nbsp; Seeing through the insect's eyes had the unfortunate side effect of putting her fully in their shoes, making the attack on her clever little child seem incredibly real.&nbsp; <br><br>The bug chittered something back to her once Petra was back and mingling amongst the other guests, calming its mother a bit.&nbsp; "Shockwaves...&nbsp; Right, that's what it was.&nbsp; Well, that could have gone a lot worse than it did.&nbsp; At least you're still in one piece.&nbsp; But next time, don't go putting yourself in danger over something I can make again, okay?&nbsp; A headset can be rebuilt, but not a soul.&nbsp; You understand?"<br><br>Geopps clicked apologetically.&nbsp; "Good.&nbsp; Now I'm not going to ask you to go back if you're still unsteady.&nbsp; Maybe you should come back in."<br><br>The bug shook its head wildly, crawling up into the higher branches and slithering amongst the leaves with great care.&nbsp; After several long minutes it managed to find a far less noticeable hiding spot amongst the foliage, its wings moving in time with the wind.&nbsp; It was just a matter of rethinking its strategy to compensate for the woman's impressive vision, and acting accordingly.&nbsp; No more daring moves or fancy displays.&nbsp; Just hiding, watching, and listening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 05:29:15</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58269.msg2655824#msg2655824">Quote from: Pockets on 21-01-2010, 02:44:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Nicholas smiled, as he said, “No I wouldn't. I'm not that bad. Besides, it's not like we can't get you out of that dress just as easily as you put it on. In point of fact, I think we can slip you right out of that dress.”<br><br>The hand that had just zipped her up, was slowly drawing the zipper to her dress down until it was all the way down, his fingers moving to part the fabric and let it slouch down before pooling at her feet. Picking her up by her hips, he kicked the dress out of the way. Moving his right hand up, he took a handful of hair and pushed her forward over her vanity and used one leg to spread her legs to about shoulder width.<br><br>Reaching down with his free hand, he undid his pants letting them fall free to his ankles, he grinned and took his erection and pushed it against her opening but did nothing more than run it up and down along her slit, teasing her. “Hmmmm.... What was this about tearing the dress?”<br><br>He teased her like this for several minutes until he knew she couldn't stand it anymore and slowly, ever so slowly pushed himself into her hot and ever ready depths until he could go no further and just rested there. Pulling her head up by her hair, he kissed her forcibly as he growled his lust and love for her.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>Runa nibbled her lower lip as he unzipped her dress. She knew damn well if he wanted her he'd take her. But even when he took control. Took the lead, he was always aware of how she felt. How her body responded. What felt good, if anything hurt...in a way she didn't like. Even when they were rougher, when he took control..dominated her like her alpha should and could. It was more from pure undiluted lust and passion and most of all Love. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;As he gripped a handfull of hair she moaned, god he knew how to work her body perfectly. Knew when and how to touch her. She would swear he could read her mind at times. Soft and gentle, or just a full fledged animal. What ever she wanted he could and would do it. He could even keep up, and not break no matter what she pulled on him. But he could expect nothing less from her. Her passion, heat....love all met his with equal force. She loved him....with everything she was....she loved him.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Bracing her body on the table as he bent her over she laughed, "So much for the up do..." her hair would be a mess after this but at the moment she could care less.&nbsp; Colette may yell at her for it..but she only end up laughing and calling her insatiable as always. Which was true, she couldn't help it. Runa knew she was hopelessly addicted to Nicholas. And he was addicted to her. God help any person that ever tried to separate them. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Wiggling her hips she started to grow wet from his teasing. "Ahh...babe...no teasing..." she said as poised himself at her entrance. Thank god she didn't wear underwear under her dress. She had planed on treating him later, but this was to much to pass up. Arching her back an pushing her body back as he finally pushed inside of her she groaned out load. "AHH..mmnnyess." her voice filled with the heated lust and love she had for him. God she loved the feeling of having him inside of her. <br><br>&nbsp; She pressed her body against his as he filled her and lifted to her him. "God I love that feeling." she said between their kiss. He even tasted good....she fought the urge to just stay here and tangle her body with his all day. No..bad Runa..your a bridesmaid. Smiling as she hear Colette already bratying her for it. But she had to admit it was ohhh so tempting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 05:55:25</strong>
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				Kate, in the middle of describing the Thing's reaction to being apparently used as cover by an unrepentant Longshot during an inexplicable moment when all the Machines in New York seemed determined to destroy their creators, pauses at the sound of micro explosions from the woods.&nbsp; She pauses mid sentance, and hovers straight up two feet, not so much out of alarm, as concern.&nbsp; Seeing Petra, her sleeve missing, coming out of the woods looking disgruntled but unharmed, she lands again.<br><br>"Excuse me, Martin, Gwen.&nbsp; I'm going to just ask Petra a question."<br><br>Walking towards the girl, she appraises the extent of the damage... approvingly after a moment.&nbsp; "I had no idea you'd gained so much control, Petra.&nbsp; Well done!&nbsp; May I ask what happened?&nbsp; Paparazzi?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 08:28:48</strong>
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				Flicking errant - and nonexistent - thread from her sleeve of unstable-molecule costume, she didn't immediately meet Kate's eyes.&nbsp; "You might say that.&nbsp; I doubt most paparazzi have twelve legs, chitin, and a multitude of eyes and wings.&nbsp; It looked more like something out of a Miyazaki film about the giant bugs than anything normal.&nbsp; It also had a technological headset with which it was transmitting data to sources unknown.&nbsp; I do not think it had the capability of building such a thing itself, and it definitely was intelligent enough to make plans."&nbsp; She stopped and gazed calmly at Kate Power, crossing her arms beneath her breasts.&nbsp; "You would not happen to recall any mutants or organizations that could create and control monstrous insectile creatures, would you?&nbsp; I was going to ask Gwen the same thing."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Petra's eyes flicked past Kate to glance at Martin and Gwen and she quickly looked back at Kate.&nbsp; "I did not kill it.&nbsp; It apparently had some kind of light creation and hypnotic powers.&nbsp; The tree it was in is probably going to need some tending to though.&nbsp; So, it is still out there, and whomever it was relaying information to is still watching.&nbsp; It did not seem to have harmful intent, which it was pretty insistent about.&nbsp; That does not mean I believe it though....as you might have been able to tell."&nbsp; Petra started unbuttoning her dress shirt, revealing the skintight iridescent black and opalescent white patterning of her X-Force&nbsp; costume, and then sighed.&nbsp; She'd lost her cufflink.&nbsp; She completely ignored the fact she seemed to be undressing in public - the ruined shirt was much more embarrassing.&nbsp; "I think it was genetically engineered somehow."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chimerelf</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 08:40:38</strong>
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				"Well then, now that we're alone, allow me to properly apologize." Martin began speaking, keeping his eyes on Ms. Powers and Petra.<br><br>"I had heard that you didn't use your father's last name, but I've grown accustomed to hearing you called 'the Summers kid' by the older generation.&nbsp; I meant no offense." Martin tried to explain in a simple way.<br><br>"How has business been lately?" Martin asked, hoping to change the subject without getting told off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 17:28:00</strong>
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				Kate looks thoughtful.&nbsp; "There are plenty of people who control insects, but mutating them and controlling them... there was an incident in New York, back when I was a member of Power Pack. Kate pauses with the memory, then resumes briskly.&nbsp; "Spiderman nearly died.&nbsp; I can't remember if the Insect Queen had a name or not.&nbsp; She was presumed dead in the explosion, but in this business that hardly means anything.&nbsp; This was nearly 30 years ago though.&nbsp; I doubt she'd do anything so simple as just spying on us, but it may be a mutant with simular abilities, or perhaps a child of hers."<br><br>She looks at Petra.&nbsp; "Go see if you can find a change of clothes, dear.&nbsp; I'll bring this to Joseph's attention.&nbsp; If there's a mutant nearby, spying on us, Cererbro will find them."<br><br>With a quick bust of light, Kate lifts off, and lands again on the mansion's porch, headed for Joseph's room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 01:16:19</strong>
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				"<strong>Heh, maybe it is.</strong>" he chuckles.<br><br>"<strong>I know a guy whose power is that his skin is blue. That's it. Got it from his father, who got it from his grandfather, et cetera. Plays a great horn.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 04:32:30</strong>
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				Colin laughed. "Maybe I should cll myself Keitaro then." he said with agrin, amused by something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 05:34:58</strong>
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				Gwen waved a hand dismissively. "Whatever... it's not like I'm not used to it. It's just a testament to how successful I was at making myself scarce that I'm not really on first name terms with anyone here. Except..." She sent a mild glance over to Petra, raising an eyebrow at her before looking back at Martin. "Anyway, now you know, and I'm appointing you the vanguard of my new name. Be careful with it!" Her joking tone belied her loathing of small talk, but she kept on nonetheless. <em>Boozey-booze, do your thing.</em> "Business is alright, you know? I demand a high price, and I get it. Everyone that's looking knows who I am, now... It gets me more high-paying idiots and people interested in making a point, but honestly it's getting boring. All the <em>interesting</em> jobs go to unknowns. And those are the ones that pay the most." Downing the last of what must have been her sixth glass of wine, now, she lamented, "And <em>God,</em> I could do without all those military contracts. 'Insurgents' are neither worthy nor interesting enemies. They just yell a lot and fire their little pea shooters and have no sense for tactics whatsoever. I almost want to get hired&nbsp; by <em>them</em> so I can fight our guys and actually have some fun."<br><br>Realizing she might be going too sharply towards honest in a gathering like this, she put on a reassuring smile and gave Martin a little playful shove. "...I'm kidding, obviously. It's the booze. Why don't you tell me about yourself, then? You took the chance coming over here, so we might as well get on even terms, yeah?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 10:07:14</strong>
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				Petra bristled at being treated like a child, and would have said something, but Kate was already flying away.&nbsp; Biting her tongue she finished taking off her shirt and removed the cravat and her remaining cufflink, pocketing both.&nbsp; The shirt she simply tossed in the trash, too angry now to be bothered with it.&nbsp; She watched the fading tri-colored trail of Kate's flight for a few seconds, then turned towards Gwen and the other fellow - Martin, if she recalled correctly.&nbsp; With black slacks and her latex-like costume top, she cut an odd figure now.<br><br>She waited for a lull in their conversation, and murmured to Martin, "Excuse me."&nbsp; Petra then turned her full attention to Gwen, and looked her right in the eye, trying to control her trip-hammeirng heartbeat.&nbsp; She'd been delivered into the X-Men's care by this woman, and their previous association carried memories that were still strong.&nbsp; "Gwen, do you recall any mutants or organizations who can create and control mutant insects?&nbsp; Whomever they are, they have eyes on the wedding, though it looks like they are using technology to do so - specifically a custom designed headset.&nbsp; The insect had mutant powers as well, if that helps at all."&nbsp; <br><br>It was very difficult not to fidget for so many reasons.&nbsp; She glanced at Martin, and spoke quickly, to reassure him.&nbsp; "Kate is already on her way to tell Joseph, so do not panic.&nbsp; I do not know what they intend, but they are just watching for now."&nbsp; Turning back to Gwen, she gave the woman her full attention and tried to ignore the tightening in her belly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 05:07:30</strong>
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				Kate moved up to the headmaster's room, and raised her hand to knock.&nbsp; She had been thinkig about her plan to ask Logan, finally, seriously, if he was interested in her, and could he please see her as she was, rather than the precocious five year old he seemed to always see.&nbsp; Then she cut off the thoughts, embarrssed.&nbsp; <em>Great, think stuff like that when approaching the most powerful telepath you know...&nbsp; Ok, this is silly, you're here to tell Joseph about the alien insect thing watching... why doesn't he just open the door?&nbsp; Oh, just knock, so he can pretend he didn't know you were here, already Katie!</em><br><br>She knocked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chimerelf</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 08:23:30</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58269.msg2662591#msg2662591">Quote from: Karma on 23-01-2010, 05:34:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Why don't you tell me about yourself, then? You took the chance coming over here, so we might as well get on even terms, yeah?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Martin smiled his best smile, trying for once not to wear his heart on his sleeve.&nbsp; He could understand a good fight, but was she seriously suggesting being a traitor?&nbsp; He figured he would take her on her word that she was drunk.<br><br>"Myself?&nbsp; Well, there's not too much to tell.&nbsp; My mom, who you probably know as Dazzler, helped get me in here with the X-Men.&nbsp; I guess I was born for the roll.&nbsp; Ever since my powers manifested I was trained by her.&nbsp; My primary abilities involve light manipulation, although as you can see, I picked up a few things from my dad." Martin said holding up his three-fingered hand.<br><br>"Oh, he's Longshot by the way.&nbsp; He... has a bit of a reputation, it seems.&nbsp; Most people like him, but some of the things he's done has made others hate him.&nbsp; I love him, he's my dad.&nbsp; But, I guess I can kind of understand, to a lesser extent, why you might chose a different name." Martin said with his face showing a bit of distant sadness.<br><br>"As for my own experiences, I've mostly just been involved in rescue missions here.&nbsp; I'm a bit too old to be in the general education classes here, but I have been getting a bit of special training at nights from various people.&nbsp; Hopefully I'll be able to go on more dangerous missions soon, but I guess I'd be a fool to rush into a fight unprepared. Although," Martin paused for a moment debating if he should continue, "Although if I take my Luminous Form, I'm practically invulnerable.&nbsp; I just... I guess I just hate looking so damn angelic.&nbsp; You know, I actually had some people worshiping me the first few times I took my Luminous Form?&nbsp; That's the main reason I took the codename Helel.&nbsp; And wouldn't you know it?&nbsp; Some people are still so stupid as to worship me as an agent of God.&nbsp; They can't even be bothered to look up what my name means."<br><br>Martin realized that he had just began ranting about something Ms. Grace probably didn't care to hear about.&nbsp; Maybe the alcohol was getting to him to.&nbsp; No... it wasn't that.&nbsp; It was the tension he was feeling in the air from the veteran members of the X-Men and X-Force, and probably anyone else who has ever been involved in this "superhero" business.&nbsp; He was still new, but he was on edge.<br><br>"Sorry about rambling.&nbsp; I'm not really good with crowds, let alone environments that call for fancy dress.&nbsp; I'm far more at home at a club.&nbsp; Heck, I practically grew up in them." Martin smiled remembering how he would sometimes lie to his mom about having his homework done so he could go watch her play.<br><br>His mind came back to the current situation.&nbsp; His suit felt too confining and the low murmur of guests talking was starting to give him the strangest sort of headache.&nbsp; He checked his watch.<br><br>"So do you think we'll be attacked during or after the wedding?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 08:44:34</strong>
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				<em>Smile and nod, smile and nod...</em> It usually worked, and it did here as well. As Martin went on, Gwen found herself reflecting back to what she had just said about fighting for the other side just for the kick of it. She knew she wasn't actually drunk, and she knew she had meant those words, and would act on them if given an attractive enough opportunity. She also realized this was exactly the worst place to be having such thoughts with an Xavier within megaphone distance. Not to mention her mother...<br><br>"Attacked? ...Yeah, I'd be pretty surprised if it doesn't. Any villain with a sense of decency would wait until after the wedding, though. Most people get really riled up about these ridiculous occasions, and would definitely hold a grudge if their special day was ruined..." Sighing irritably, she let her judgmental tangent fade away as Petra approached. <br><br>The smaller woman was calm and regal, as she always seemed to be. There was something about the look in her eyes and her posture that roused something within Gwen that she did not often feel, and rarely had to deal with. The first time they had met, Gwen had been caught off guard by it, and... <em>Well, in the grand scheme of things, I guess it suits me. </em> She often told herself that, and she was often unsatisfied with it.<br><br>"Insects, hm..." Gwen thought for a moment. Insects were very uncommon among mutant associations, as even though the mutations often allowed for certain sympathies, those usually only extended to other mammals, and in some cases marine life. Humans just did not have much in common cognitively with insects so the mutation required was significant. "There's the Queen... Uh... Mandible, Honeycomb..." Gwen shook her head, frustrated. "I'm sorry, Petra, I can't think of anyone that fits your profile. It's been a long time since my "Ineffectual Mutations" class." She chuckled to herself, not really caring if anyone else was amused by it. "Oh... what about... what was her name.. Broodmother?"<br><br>Gwen shrugged. She didn't think she was being helpful, and Petra was particularly distracting...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 08:48:51</strong>
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				Colin, with nothing better to do, wandered around looking at things in the gardens, and watching what people did, what they talked about, things like that. The New Zealand teenager felt more and more out of place as he walked around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 02:47:25</strong>
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				And the Vegas bouncer felt a bit like wandering as well as he started hopping a bit. Showing off, sure. But would you really expect anything less?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 06:18:14</strong>
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				Petra glanced at Martin, who was as on edge as she'd ever seen him.&nbsp; The handsome man had been fairly tolerant of her own eccentricities, and she, for one, admired his optimism and his ability to smile in the face of certain destruction.&nbsp; Which never seemed quite so certain when he was involved.&nbsp; Not the she let it show very often; in private she'd given him some words of faint praise, which for her was tantamount to a brass-band-fanfare.<br><br>Gwen spoke and caught her full attention once more.&nbsp; She ran one thumb along the palm of her opposite hand, thinking back.&nbsp; "Broodmother.&nbsp; I remember her.&nbsp; On the news.&nbsp; She was something different."&nbsp; Petra frowned, wondering what the outcast among outcasts was doing watching a wedding.&nbsp; Her eyes flashed to the side, noticing the other handsome fellow, the one from Vegas.&nbsp; More fidgeting, more signs of restlessness and nerves.&nbsp; So many independents, so many invites to mutants she wasn't familiar with.&nbsp; <br><br>Not that the ones she did know were all that much better.&nbsp; "If they don't start the wedding soon, someone is going to do something stupid.&nbsp; If they do start the wedding soon, someone else may do something stupid."&nbsp; Her weird aqua eyes moved from Gwen to Martin unhappily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 06:33:05</strong>
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				Nicholas and Runa...<br><br>Nicholas gave a chuckle that rumbled through the entirety of his body and into hers, because he was planted quite deeply into his mate. She was the only woman who could take him, not that he'd been with others.... that he could consciously remember anyhow. As he didn't really want to draw things out, he couldn't let his passions get the better of him. They'd be able to do that all later. But he wanted to convey to her how much he loved her, how much she turned him on, and that he was still the Alpha Male. She might be the Alpha female, but in this Pride, the Male was dominant.<br><br>Continuing to kiss her, he released her hair and moved his hand to cup her right breast, while his other hand moved to caress her womanhood around his cock that was penetrating deeply into her. He was going to be gentle, yet firm in their lovemaking this morning. For there would be plenty of time for rougher play later at their new cabin. A secret kept between him and Runa's father. After all, he'd needed help with the electrical and plumbing work. But for right now, there was only the two of them. And he intended to make the most of their time together.<br><br>Runa shook as she felt him fill her body. His hole body completely enveloping hers. He was the only man that could ever make her feel small. But never in a bad way, never in a bad way. She felt...like a woman. Like someone that he could take of, care for. Not that she would ever tell him that, coarse she didn't have too. She moaned softly as he kissed her, her hands roaming the parts of his body she could reach. <br><br>Her inner walls already gripped him tight. Her body never losing it's tightness, always ready for him. Her wetness spread as he stroked her, let him work her warm sheath all he wanted. Giving him control, letting him have her body..her heart...her mind. Trusting him enough to do so... ”Ahh...I Love you Nicholas."<br><br>Nicholas smiled and said, "I know, my love. I know." <br><br>Smiling mischievously, he reached out and opened the blinds of their bedroom. They were far enough away from the festivities that no one would immediately notice them, but there was always that chance as he reached down and pulled up her legs from below the knee and spread her wide, his hard cock slowly pistoning in and out of her hot and moist depths. "Let's give the audience a show, baby. Let's show them what a hot little fuck you really are. Let's show them that it's not just feral nature for me to be protective of my woman. Show them that you make me feel every bit a man when I'm with you."<br><br>Runa gasped as he lifted her legs, her flexible body could always handle what ever he wanted to do to her. Her hands reached up around his neck gripping him, holding him. A smile came to her lips.<br><br>“That means when another man comes by….and can’t…help but look…drool…want. You can’t kill him.” she laughed. <br><br>Closing her eyes her hips already rocking softly. She was never one to be shy about her body. Normally she wouldn’t flaunt it… but then again she didn’t think anyone would be out this way now anyways. Hell the students normally avoided their resting area. Afraid to piss of one or the other. But still…the idea made her blush. <br><br>"Why would I? I'm entirely too busy making love to you to notice or care. But if he's stupid enough to try and touch.... then we're going to have issues. Now help me put on a show for our audience, unwitting though they might be. Touch yourself. Make love to your body as I make love to you. After all, we haven't much time until you really do have to get ready for the wedding."<br><br>She couldn’t help but smile, he would truly be a force to be reckoned with if anyone tried to touch her. Runa never thought she’d have someone want her..love her so much they’d kill over it. Well not in this way. She always thought her father would be the only man in her life. That she wasn’t meant for anything like this. But her he was…hers…as she was his. <br><br>One hand went to sex her hand covering his, helping him play with her. The other went to her breasts as she massaged and played with her nipples. Her head leaned back her mouth open as she gasped. “You..you..your so bad you know that?” <br><br>Nicholas grinned and kissed her before saying, "You don't know the half of it, my lovely little harlot. You're going to go through the whole wedding with my cum inside you, along with a little friend to keep you company. We're going to test the theory that now that you've got a man to keep your sex drive in low gear, how well you can control yourself. Plus I think it'd help with my little surprise later." With that he stopped playing with her pussy and lifted her legs up so she was splayed wide open for any to see.<br><br>She roamed her own body as he grabbed her legs and started to fuck her, her legs up her body displayed. He was being forward, his cum inside of her….and something else. What was he thinking? She couldn’t…damn it he was be so…soo..”Ah…Your nuts..it’s Colette’s wedding. I…I can’t do that,” <br><br>"So what? It won't be my fault if you give away the fact that you've got something buried in your cum filled freshly fucked pussy. It will be a test of your willpower and your submission to me to see if you can keep from letting anyone know what's going on."<br><br>As he said this, he pulled his cock back until just the top half of his cock was in between her pussy lips before he thrust back inside her as fast and hard as he could.<br><br>She called out softly as he thrust into her full again. The images filled her mind, but she shock her head. God when did she become so into toys. Smiling as she thought of the time he first found her toys. And here he was now all dominating and wanting to have her hold on inside of her. But she wouldn’t be so soft, even if he was amazing. <br><br>“And when did you become so interesting…so much a dominate..Master.” she rolled her hips as he fucked her. He could try it, but she didn’t see herself being some broken pet. Even for him, “Bad enough my own father will know.” <br><br>Nicholas grinned. "All of three minutes ago. I figured we could use a small something to build up to my little gift for you. As I imagine you're going to pounce me and rape me anyhow, I may as well add a certain edge to it. Make sure you're well and trully horny when I give it to you." Leaning in he placed his nose in her hair which had been curled loosely to allow for the flowers to be placed in it, inhaling deeply he said, "It's been a long day since I've smelled such beauty."<br><br>She laughed as he spoke, his kinky side showing made her smile. She was a very bad influence.<br><br>“I don’t need anything to make me want you and you know it.” she rolled her head. Being able to feel his hot breath on her neck.<br><br>“Flattery will only get you so far love…” she teased lightly her eyes closed as she moaned.<br><br>"Flattery might only get me so far, but a hard fucking. Some chocolate, and some other fun stuff will be sure to get me the rest of the way." chuckled Nicholas as he readjusted his grip so she was held in such a way that she dipped lower onto his cock with every thrust.<br><br>She laughed as he spoke how he would get the rest of the way. He knew her to well, her secret love for chocolate, “Am I that easy to read…?” she moaned loader as he moved his hands. He always knew how to work her body, be it soft…hard…no matter what she wanted he always delivered. <br><br>"No, I just know you all too well, my love. After all you are my mate. If I don't know your turn ons by now, then I have failed in my duty as your mate. Besides I'd considered doing a small trail of chocolate to lure you to the bedroom one of these days." chuckled Nicholas, "Though we really should see about speeding things along. We wouldn't want you to be late for the wedding."<br><br>Runa moaned as he spoke, “You started it…” a slow rumble filled her as she smiled. Yes…if she was late there would be hell to pay. Her more animal side surged through her body, and she pulled her legs free from his grip. Turning she smiled, her eyes filled with unbridled passion and love. <br><br>Gripping his shirt she pulled him close a low growl coming from her. “Better finish this then.” licking his lips as she turned him and pushed him back on the desk. Her hands roamed his neck, his head and hair as she straddled him. Again pushing him inside of her as she started to bounce on him. <br><br>Nicholas smiled as he reached up and grabbed a handful of hair, with which he pulled her down for a very passionate kiss as he held her body to his for just a moment before letting her go long enought that she could sit upright and resume bouncing on him, this time aided by his hands on her hips and small little nubs sprouting from the side of his hard cock. They would tickle and play with her clit with every up and down movement.<br><br>Her mouth was open as she started to gasp, ‘AH…dear…god…I’ll never get used to that.” he could us his gifts to change his body in ways that made her own body nearly want to shatter. The wind picked up around them, lightly blowing around their bodies. Touching caressing the both as she leaned back her body arching, her hand reaching out above her. <br><br>She knew he wouldn’t let her body fall, trusted him completely. Her hole body rolled as she worked her body on his. Closer and closer she came to her climax. Her heart raced, her breaths came in shorter and shorter gasps. And her inner walls clenched tighter.<br><br>Nicholas leaned up to capture a nipple between his lips to suckle at as she rode him. He could feel the onset of her orgasm. It was racing forward with the speed of a runaway bullet train. Though he knew that what he was about to do would only make things worse. So as she started to cum, he reached down and parted her buttocks as he created a second cock made of metal that pierced her ass as she slid downwards onto him.<br><br>The wind surged, knocking down a vase near by. Her body gave way as he surged yet another dick inside of her. Her body shaking, as she cried out.<br><br>“Holy…fucking…..”growled Runa as her claws grew lightly, her hand gripping his arms as if she were holding on to him as an anchor to real life. She came…and came hard, her already quivering pussy was clenched down around him tight. And she screamed…<br><br>Nicholas smiled as he held her shuddering and quaking body in his large firm unyielding arms. Then slowly reabsorbed the metal back into his body before he began to thrust upwards into her, his body almost demanding release from the torturous build up of pleasure in his loins. Plus they were on a time limit.<br><br>Her body shook in his grip.<br><br>“Ahh... Dear God….” she gasped trying to catch her breath. Her sheath still holding and clenching him tight. He pulled the metal cock back, her legs shook and wrapped around him tight. Her body sped up as she felt him twitch inside of her. <br><br>Nicholas groaned as she continued to bounce up and down along his rod. Her sheath doing a dance all to itself along his length as she rode up and down his girth. Soon enough he felt it and didn't fight it as he thrust up into her as hard as he could and just shot his load deep inside her.<br><br>The very earth seemed to give a quick as he came inside of her. Her voice called out as she felt his warmth spread through her. Her own body milking him for all he was worth. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she held him as tight as she could. Her body shaking all around him.<br><br>Nicholas smiled up at her as he allowed his hands to run up across her corset covered back. “Alright time to go finish getting ready for the wedding. But I want you to not clean out that pussy of yours. I want you to have a constant reminder all through the wedding. Then we'll have more fun, rougher fun later. Of that I promise you.”<br><br>Kissing him, Runa slowly separated herself from him with a groan before snatching up the towel she'd used to dry off with from the floor to wipe herself off, she slipped back into the dress. “Zip me back up? No funny business this time. We don't have time. Besides Colette would be less than pleased with me.”<br><br>Nicholas only smiled as he sat up and zipped her up.<br><br>Smiling into the mirror she teased out her hair to make it presentable before quickly redoing the flowers in her hair and scurried out the door before her mate could enact his kinky side, pleasurable as she might have found it.<br><br><br>Joseph....<br><br>Even as Kate knocked on the door it swung open. Joseph's voice ringing out, “Come in. Yes I know all about our guests. Cerebra is tracking them as we speak. Remember Kate, the Xavier Institute is open to ALL mutants. So long as they mind their manners. Because <em><strong>I</strong></em> will be <em><strong>very</strong></em>put out with anyone stupid enough to make a move against the Institute. And you needn't worry about me telling anyone about your personal feelings or thoughts unless I feel that they pose a danger to yourself or others.”<br><br>//<em>Now if you're going to say something to Logan about your feelings now would be the opportunity. He's in the other room adjusting his tux. I'll try not to interfere.</em> sent Joseph telepathically with a smile plastered across his face.<br><br>As he said this, he slipped into his tuxedo coat and adjusted everything quickly in the mirror, utilizing his telekinesis to make sure everything was even before he took a drink of water to try and settle his nerves. Colette was soon to be not only his First Slave, but also his wife and the Princess Consort. His mother had already made arrangements for a unit of female members of the Imperial Guard to stand as her personal bodyguard while she was away from him and the X-Men.<br><br>Meanwhile...<br><br>Colette was in her room making the last few adjustments for the wedding. She had submitted to Joseph in all manner of ways. He'd collared her. Branded her twice. And yet she stood in front of the full length mirror looking at herself, holding her her stomach trying to will the butterflies in the pit of her stomach to go away. She was waiting on Runa to show up before she told her fiancee that she was ready for the ceremony to get started.<br><br>As someone knocked at the door, she jumped despite herself. “Come in.”<br><br>Turning as the door opened and Runa walked in with that cat that got the cream look, she simply shook her head, “You're impossible woman. I hope it was worth it.”<br><br>“Always.” said Runa with a grin. “Just as I'm sure you'd have found it worth it with Joseph if our roles were reversed. Now are you ready to go?”<br><br>Colette took a deep and calming breathe before nodding her assent. Then contacted Joseph via their mental link that she was ready to get started.<br><br><br><br>Out on the grounds.....<br><br>The musicians stopped playing their impromptu requests and started playing traditional wedding music.
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 06:41:58</strong>
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				"Allo... Looks like we're about to start." Colin said, as he headed towards where the ceremony was taking place. He bounced up and down on his heels so that he could see over the crowd. The effect was a lot like seeing a 'Mr. Chad' peering over a wall to say something like "Wot, no bananas?"
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				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 09:34:28</strong>
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				There was no time in her memory that she had worn a dress.&nbsp; No images of little girls in print dresses touched her mind, no photographs of prom night or homecoming events came to reminisce for her, but today that would change.&nbsp; Forever she would remember today if only for the dress she had been given to wear.&nbsp; One hand brushed across the simple top with its open collar and folded midline.&nbsp; One fold slipped beneath the other to disappear at the waist.&nbsp; A simple black cord hung across her narrowed waist, resting over the wide hips before the dress flared outward.&nbsp; The taupe color draped over her white flesh, performing a contrast that made her skin seem all the more regal and pure.&nbsp; A small smile was caught on her painted lips at the image, one that she quickly dashed. <br><br>Her bare arms moved in the light while she touched the cotton material.&nbsp; Muscles developed from years of fighting, of training for wars yet to come showed themselves.&nbsp; Hard lines built beneath smooth flesh seemed a light contrast to the delicacy of this simple, summer dress.&nbsp; A hard swallow was taken while she examined herself more closely now.&nbsp; Part of her wondered if she even deserved to wear something so feminine, so graceful.&nbsp; Hands tightened into fists so that those muscles along her shoulders tightened.&nbsp; Though not bare, the tightness of her shoulders shined through the broad straps of the dress.&nbsp; Her lower lip sunk back between her teeth.&nbsp; Tilted, almond eyes stared at her with more criticism.&nbsp; Yet this was another’s day just as surely as it was hers.&nbsp; Maybe she was not meant to wear dresses, but she would none-the-less.&nbsp; Perhaps he would approve of the way she looked; somewhere inside she hoped he would.<br><br>The full purse was taken into her fingers, slung across those shoulders.&nbsp; Strapped shoes bearing slight elevation at the heels to show the tone of her legs began to step toward the doorway.&nbsp; Another deep breath taken while she looked to the mirror for guidance.&nbsp; Gold hoops dangling from her ears, clearly seen as her black hair was pulled upward.&nbsp; Strands were folded and knotted into their intricate patterns, secured with shafts of gold and black.&nbsp; Her chin tilted upward so that the black choker shined in the light at her throat.&nbsp; Onyx gems matched with the dark metal so create a stark line on her white flesh.&nbsp; Then she stepped out into the light.<br><br>Dedika Tsitvia, once a ban of the mutant community and a recognized terrorist of mutant supporters, now moved forward to attend the wedding of two prominent mutants.&nbsp; Around her were some of the highest profile members of the mutant community.&nbsp; Once she would have come here with weapons in hand, but now she only gave a small wave and a simple smile to those around her.&nbsp; The only thought of violence on her mind was perhaps killing the man who decided that heels with sandals was a comfortable idea.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 19:50:49</strong>
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				Kate walked over to the room Logan was in, and walked in without knocking, certain that the man had to have heard Joseph talking to her, had to be hearing her footsteps now, had to be aware of her scent.&nbsp; \<br><br>"Hello, Logan!" She said cheerfully.&nbsp; In her head she could already hear his usualy reply, <em>Hello Katie</em> she thought.&nbsp; <br><br>((Not going to make any other assumptions about his response, or what else she sees.))&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 20:37:57</strong>
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				The frog mutant bounces closer, taking a seat with a bounding leap over a few rows. Weddings- this was the interesting part. They got interrupted more then one would think- at least in Vegas they did. Here probably a little less but we are talking about mutants here.
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				Post by: <strong>Chimerelf</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 06:22:04</strong>
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				Seeing Simon hop into his seat, Martin excused himself from the rest of the group to go sit next to Mr. Fixit.<br><br>Simon was close to his age, and although he could a bit showy, Martin was used to that from both of his parents.&nbsp; Martin also enjoyed hearing the rumors of what celebrities Simon was with.&nbsp; Not that it was ultimately important, but it was more than a little bit amusing to imagine the man with all the powers of a frog nailing Hollywood's biggest starlets. <br><br>"Hey Simon, how's it going?" Martin asked.<br><br>"I'm glad this thing is finally happening.&nbsp; Petra went off to the woods.&nbsp; I was convinced she was about to level half the grounds." Martin said with a little bit of relief in his voice.<br><br>"Any luck finding a lady here yet?" Martin said with a sly smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 06:51:43</strong>
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				Vanessa had long since finished her drink and maybe a piece or two of bite sized pastries. Her looking scanning of the crowd did not lead to a whole lot of neat little tidbits of information as she hoped, but that's what you get at a wedding. People who are either too into the couple that are getting together, or people who are simply looking out for themselves. That much, she did gather, listening in on a few of the males who hoped to cash in on some envious, and perhaps desperate, females. The girl wasn't terribly interested in finding a mate at this point in time in her life. Learning at the academy, stealing in the darkest hours of the night, stopping others from stealing at those hours were things she was more inclined to. <br><br>Unless of course the right person comes along.<br><br>As if the fates were trying to tell her something, the typical wedding music was being played by the band, beckoning everyone to take their places. A lot of the 'guards' of the wedding stayed where they were while the guests went into the rows upon rows of chairs to catch the perfect glimpse of the beautiful bride and groom. Vanessa could hardly care for such a spectacle - grabbing a chair at a leisurely pace.<br><br>The teen took a seat right beside the hoppity mutant that she met earlier. Simon was it? Whatever. There really wasn't a whole lot of choice in the matter since seats were beginning to fill up quickly. "Enjoying yourself so far?" Vanessa asked him in a hushed tone, not wanting to upset either the band or those around her. Peculiarly concerned about that despite her lack of true compassion. "Wonder if this is going to be broken up; these things never tend to go smoothly when you have a whole battalion around, you know? When you prepare for trouble, it usually thinks that's an invitation.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 10:55:53</strong>
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				"<strong>Meh, I'm willing to concede that it's their day,</strong>" he says to Martin.<br><br>"<strong>Simon Velvet, don't think we've met.</strong>" he then formally introduces, "<strong>Not really any luck, and I'm okay with that. You?</strong>"<br><br>And no, he has no idea Martin is gay. In his defense, it's not like Martin had a big neon sign on his head.<br><br>And then she walked up and took a seat. Vanessa, the lady from earlier. Interested perhaps? Worth finding out.<br><br>"<strong>Not every mutant wedding is interrupted,</strong>" he chuckles, "<strong>I think one went uninterrupted about 10 years ago, drivethrough elope- they didn't know the bride was a mutant until later. At least, that's the rumor.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 10:26:26</strong>
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				The music was starting and people were beginning to take their seats.&nbsp; Martin left, leaving Petra staring at Gwen for the moment.&nbsp; And she was staring.&nbsp; <br><br>The first time they had met was through her parents.&nbsp; It had been a matter of business, and she had been precocious then.&nbsp; The end results had been....well, traumatic wasn't quite the word for it.&nbsp; She spoke up, her voice a little harsher than she wanted it to be.&nbsp; "Bride or groom's party?"&nbsp; She did not apologize or try and express regret for the gruff question, but instead gave the older woman a look of disdain that a person less experienced in relationships would immediately know the meaning of.&nbsp; Despite her age, Petra had yet to slough off some of her less mature mannerisms.&nbsp; <br><br>She glanced at the wedding, and then frowned.&nbsp; Petra didn't really have time to change into a proper shirt....but then again, it WAS the preeminent wedding.&nbsp; Her mother would have a fit.&nbsp; "Never mind.&nbsp; If Kate asks I have gone to change."&nbsp; She stalked away from Gwen, trying to ignore the hammering of her heart.&nbsp; <br><br>All this time and she still felt like that.&nbsp; It was positively sickening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 10:20:58</strong>
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				Maybe it was the alcohol, but Gwen did not take Petra's sneer very well at all. A tidal wave of mixed unpleasant emotion welled up within her inebriated mind, sending her to a variety of dark places, all of them occupied by only two people: Gwen and Petra. Some of those dark places were actually historical... events that had happened. As Petra impertinently left the scene before Gwen had collected herself enough to respond, Gwen found herself moving without thinking, following Petra into the house. It was a totally impulsive movement, as she followed behind silently, stalker-like, eyes locked onto Petra's swaying behind as she turned corners. And finally, when she had entered a room with one door, Gwen shut the door behind her and fused the lock with a quiet hiss of energy.<br><br>She said nothing, only watching Petra, consciously breathing a little heavily. Finding herself swaying from alcohol-induced equilibruim loss, Gwen let herself fall back against the doorjam, crossing her arms to further reduce the wobble. Blinking slowly, she waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chimerelf</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 23:18:32</strong>
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				"Nice to be formally acquainted, Simon." Martin says.<br><br>It was true.&nbsp; They were on the same team, but Martin was new and they never really had spent much time together, short of what was needed on a mission.&nbsp; But that was work.&nbsp; <br><br>"Luck?" Martin chuckled, "No, I haven't had any luck today.&nbsp; But I have been talking to Ms. Powers and Gwen."<br><br>Martin felt like he wasn't being entirely dishonest, but couldn't help to realize how his words may be misconstrued by someone who was looking for something specific.&nbsp; Like his interest in women; which simply didn't exist.&nbsp; Maybe Simon was an alright guy that he could open up to... eventually.<br><br>"Well, it's alright if you don't find a lady tonight I guess.&nbsp; I mean, the tabloid at the supermarket claimed you were with [insert popular celebrity of the day].&nbsp; So apparently you're not doing too bad." Martin jested.<br><br>Martin listened to the band play.&nbsp; They were pretty good, as far as wedding bands go.&nbsp; It made him slightly jealous of his mother's ability to take such sound and store the energy for later use.&nbsp; He formed what appeared to be two interlocking wedding rings in front of him.&nbsp; He didn't put too much thought into it, so they were clearly light constructs to anyone who knew his power.<br><br>"Let's hope things go smoothly here." Martin said under his breath.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Immortal Cherubin</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 23:34:05</strong>
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				Claude finished his drink and walked over to the seats since the wedding was about to start. He saw that Simon was talking with Vanessa and someone new, Claude smiled as he approached them overhearing what Martin said to Simon. <br><br>""Forgive me for interrupting, but you do know how those tabloids tend to bend the truth a little I am sure that Simon's newest girlfriend would like it if he would fool around behind her back now would she?" <br><br>Making a snappy remark he extends his hand to Martin "I'm Claude, whatever you do if you want to find anyone on this party then keep away from ol mister playboy." Claude introduces himself, as he gives a sly wink at Simon.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 06:23:03</strong>
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				((Fair warning, the following contains dialog that is meant to be inflammatory and suggestive.))<br><br>Petra had entered one of the store rooms; specifically where they kept a great deal of the extra laundry.&nbsp; Mutants tended to burn through a lot of clothing while learning to use their powers, sometimes quite literally.&nbsp; She ran her hand along the shelves as she searched for something her size, and came up with&nbsp; - unfortunately - only a boy's large dress shirt, long sleeved and white, but it would be terribly tight across her chest and too long in the sleeves.&nbsp; It would do for a short while.<br><br>Sliding her arms through the sleeves she turned around.&nbsp; Her eyes widened a little as she was faced with a quiet, impassive Gwen.&nbsp; The young woman slowly began buttoning up the shirt, tossing her head to the side.&nbsp; "I thought you would be staying at the wedding.&nbsp; Surely there are far more interesting sights to see there than in here."&nbsp; Unaware that she was locked in with the older woman, she smirked faintly.&nbsp; "Or did you want to demonstrate that I am helpless against you again?"&nbsp; Her aqua eyes fixed on Gwen's, the accusation implicit in look and tone of voice. <br><br>The delicate fingers slowed as she reached her chest, the tightness of the shirt emphasizing her cleavage slightly.&nbsp; "Surely you weren't jealous of how Professor Power greeted me, were you?&nbsp; I did not interrupt something that had not happened yet, hmn?"&nbsp; Petra stopped fiddling with the shirt and let her hands drop to her sides, and walked slowly towards Gwen, her aqua eyes shifting in somewhat disturbing manners as the lenses and irises focused on her.&nbsp; "Or did you follow me in here because you did not want to lose your chance at some tight jail-bait ass again?"&nbsp; That last was delivered with blistering scorn, a verbal slap in the face.&nbsp; "Or perhaps I'm too old for you now."&nbsp; Two years ago she hadn't been.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 00:36:01</strong>
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				"<strong>The tabloids assume she's slept with everyone whose ever had a conversation with her for longer then 10 minutes.</strong>" he chuckles, "<strong>10 seconds if it's someone else may have been in a tabloid, like me.</strong>"<br><br>Oh, is that they way the game was played Claude.<br><br>"<strong>Those pictures, all she really did was ask for directions to somewhere she could ditch paparazzi- I was on the clock.</strong>"<br><br>Of course, nobody needed to know that they met up after words. . .<br><br>"<strong>But hey, tabloids- they got to sell them somehow, right?</strong>" he chuckled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 01:07:25</strong>
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				Colin took out a very old looking camera (1970's era at least) and began to take photographs of the events around him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 01:54:30</strong>
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				Could Vanessa be faulted for not really knowing what Simon, Claude, and the other guy were talking about? Probably. It really came down to whether or not she really cared to know. She didn't. This whole conversation about just exactly how famous the toad mutant was really didn't interest her greatly. Her silhouette in the news paper was probably just as famous as he in certain circles. Not exactly wanting to come off as a complete bitch, she did flash a smile at all of them before turning her body to face the altar. Or makeshift altar, rather.<br><br>((Boo, short post. lol))
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 05:41:39</strong>
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				Petra's bluster was certainly adorable, Gwen thought to herself. <em>Matches the rest of her.</em> “I won't deny you have a tight ass, little one,” she said quietly. “But don't go lying to <em>me</em> about what happened. Maybe that'll work inside your crazy little head, or talking to your goddamned therapist, but don't think I'll forget how it began. Even Xavier couldn't make me forget that little anecdote.” It probably wasn't true, but hyperbole was the name of the game. “I'll have you know that age had nothing to do with what happened, either... but I won't deny the benefit. Now, then...”<br>Gwen pushed off the wall with her shoulderblades and advanced slowly on Petra. She wasn't voluptuous, but any female mercenary worth her salt knew how to hip-sway like a stripper when the situation (or client) called for it. As her hips were always her best feature, all her clothing tended to hug it, accentuating it for all that might be interested. The navy blue dress was no exception. Stopping just short of Petra, she bent down over the smaller woman and almost whispered, “...how do you want to play this?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 16:52:49</strong>
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				Kate entered the room without knocking to find Logan, still shirtless, polishing his wingtips. &nbsp;He looked up and nodded at her. &nbsp;"Whatca up to Katie? &nbsp;You told Joe what Petra saw, right? &nbsp;You ought to get back to the party, find the guy yer hungry for today."<br><br>Kate nearly growled with frustration. &nbsp;He could tell so much about her, but still he could miss the other clues. &nbsp;The anticipation of approaching him, and now, seeing him like this... no gentleman, but a MAN. &nbsp;<em>Not a little boy with a giant brain.</em> She thought of Franklin, just a second, in comparison, and giggled.<br><br>Logan was still watching her as she struggled for the right words. &nbsp;Suddenly she thought. &nbsp;<em>Words? &nbsp;What would Logan do in my place?</em>.&nbsp;<br><br>That image really had her hot now, and just as suddenly she knew. &nbsp;She crossed the remaining space to him, and grabbing his head firmly, kissed him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 05:27:34</strong>
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				Petra's cheeks and ears burned as her clever words were neatly turned about and thrown back in her face with that cool, calculated aplomb that had entranced her when she'd first met the mercenary.&nbsp; So much like the warriors of her home.&nbsp; Anger flashed through her expression, before she managed to bring herself under control.&nbsp; She was better than this, curse it all!<br><br>She watched that cool, curvaceous, controlled stalk and took a step forward, her hand coming up to press firmly on Gwen's solar plexus, feeling the taut, smooth muscles under the warm dress.&nbsp; Her expression calmed, though her cheeks still burned hot.&nbsp; "You are drunk," she said firmly, looking up into Gwen's eyes with her strange aqua ones.&nbsp; "I wonder how Kate would react if she knew you were in here, with her one-time-student, inebriated, looking to score?&nbsp; Or...even the score, again?"&nbsp; She changed tactics, admitting her fault in favor of turning it into another way to manipulate the truth.&nbsp; "It must have been a moment of weakness, letting me get you into bed.&nbsp; I recall you being less than sober then as well."&nbsp; Her fingers slid back and forth across the soft material, and down to slowly curl around Gwen's hip.&nbsp; <br><br>"I wonder if it would be worth the destruction, to throw you through the door, destroy all these fine linens, that too tight dress, that smug, self satisfied expression of yours...."&nbsp; She looked up once more and twisted her hand around, fingers pointing down so when she bent them they pressed into the heated line of Gwen's sex, pressed purposefully on the most sensitive nub hidden in the soft folds.&nbsp; "But that is not being smug, is it?&nbsp; That is desire.&nbsp; You want to have me again, to be had by me again?&nbsp; Have you thought about it these past two years while you hid, doing your dirty work in those small, violent places, dreaming of hot young flesh under your hands, your breasts, your...."&nbsp; Petra's expression twisted, almost angrily and she pushed her fingers harder into the soft flesh, purposefully causing a little pain.&nbsp; "....your <em>mouth</em>," she finished, reminding Gwen of the scars she still carried from that night, the teeth marks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 07:49:18</strong>
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				Suddenly there was a polite cough from the doorway, standing there in a tuxedo with his cybernetic eye glowing stood, Harada Ichigo aka Shaft. A man that sometimes called himself Akame for reasons left only between himself and Joseph. Team Leader for X-Force and the one man capable of putting down both women if it came down to it. Leaning against the door frame, he looked outside as he said in a quiet tone that left no margin for discussion. “The wedding procession is about to get started. If you two are going to fight, fuck, or fuss.... do it on your own time. Or I'll hand you both your asses as a warm up for my exercise program. We have enough issues with uninvited 'guests' making appearances to disturb the peace without the two of you duking it out.”<br><br>“Sort it out, or I will.” stated Ichigo in the all too blunt terms he used with everyone, including Joseph Xavier.<br><br>The time tossed and reality lost warrior was just that good. Of everyone on the team, he was the only one to enter the Danger Room with the safeties completely turned off and activate the End of Days program and complete it, albeit bloodied and barely able to stand. The End of Days program was designed to be the ultimate in challenges for those who needed a reality check, it was a program that usually left everyone else on the X-Men unconscious with full safeties on.<br><br>Truth be told it was his control over the sub-atomic particle called the tachyon. The fact that he could gather a field to destroy anything short of adamantium level hardness gave him an edge others didn't. But he didn't rely on his powers unless he was forced too. It wasn't his way.<br><br>Leaving Petra and Gwen to sort out their differences, and quickly, he went to find Alice. His relationship with her was... unique. He kept her secrets more out of respect for what she'd tried to do for him than anything else. Sure there had been a little bit of self-centeredness involved, but when hormones get involved, and you haven't been with someone for a long time... he could understand things well enough. As it was, they were still friends. Very close friends... with benefits. At the moment, he alternated his time with the X-Men and his duties as the leader of the X-Force sub-team and being with Alice.<br><br>As odd as it sounded, Alice had fucked with his mind and memories. And he knew that he should be pissed with her, but in reality he felt complete around her.... well maybe not complete but more comfortable and open.<br><br>Ichigo owed Joseph a lot. Both for restoring his real memory and for giving him the choice of staying with the X-Men or staying with Alice and forgetting about this whole damned place. He'd been a superhero from the time he was sixteen, and he was now pushing thirty something. To him time was rather fluid. Because he'd gone through at least three different realities/universes and just as many timelines, he had no idea just how old he really was. The fact that he had an artificial healing factor kept him looking young and in relatively good appearance. Since he healed without scars.<br><br>A fact that made him smile, even now. As many injuries as he'd taken over the years, his body should have been pockmarked with scars, but his skin was as smooth as that of a man who'd never seen a fight in his life. But his body was chiseled muscle from a lifetime of exercise, battle, and training. His hands were covered in thick callouses, but he still managed to keep a rather tender touch.<br><br>Seeing Alice sitting near the back of the seating, he slipped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her even as he kissed the side of her neck. “I'm glad you came Alice. How are you this morning?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 11:22:28</strong>
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				Logan tried to process the conflicting impulses going on in his brain.&nbsp; This was never easy, any telepath would tell you there were few places more complicated than Logan's mindscape.<br><br>A basic part of him was telling him to either grab the woman kissing him back and thrust her away, or push her to the floor and have her now.&nbsp; Another part, one that seems to keep him tied to this school, and the goody two shoes who ran it... was demanding to know what had happened to Katie Power, and why was she kissing HIM of all people.<br><br>A wise man, deep inside him was pointing out that woman seemed to fall for men for the strangest, most illogical reasons, and that he'd better respond before Katie thought he was rejecting her.<br><br>As fast as Logan usually responded to the events around him, this combination of factors had him still looking bemused as Kate pulled back, and studied his face for a moment.<br><br>"Katie?" He started to say.&nbsp; <br><br>"Kate." She answered.&nbsp; "Your the only person who's called me Katie besides Alex in years." She smiled at him wistfully, then turned and picked his shirt off the hanger in the door.&nbsp; "Get dressed.&nbsp; Jospeh will need his best man's support today.&nbsp; We'll talk about this later, once I've helped you with that tie."<br><br>Logan frowned slightly, his senses alert.&nbsp; <em>Was this his Katie?&nbsp; The little girl... no she's not a little girl, obviously... the woman he knew?&nbsp; It smelled like her, and once again was acting like her, but... <br>she wanted him?&nbsp; He must be... well god knew how much older than her... she was helping him with the damned bow tie he had been dreading tying, and he smiled slightly.&nbsp; No, Katie wouldn't care about his age... heck, she didn't seem as old as she should... and he could see lines other men would never see.&nbsp; She looked...</em><br><br>"Katie." She frowned at him. "Kate.&nbsp; When'd you stop aging?"<br><br>She looked at him like he was an idiot... which after a second's pause he realized maybe he was.&nbsp; <br>"Oh... that funky healing power you kids share."<br><br>She nodded her head at him as if he'd won a prize.&nbsp; "Bingo.&nbsp; Mr. Fantastic predicted my siblings and I will live well into our fifteenth decade, baring dismeberment... that's why Franklin left me in the end, I think."<br><br>He was looking at her apprasingly now.&nbsp; "Is that why?"<br><br>He left the question open, but she understood him, and didn't take offense.<br><br>"I've been in love with you for years, Logan.&nbsp; But you were with Storm, and I loved you both far too much to say anything... and since then, you've been, well, mourning her.&nbsp; But lately, I've noticed you... well you've been interested again, in life I mean."<br><br>He nodded, thoughtfully.&nbsp; "Right.&nbsp; So, what..."<br><br>She interupted him again. "I've been trying to figure out how to tell you all year.&nbsp; But we've got to get you ready for the&nbsp; wedding." She was blushing furiously by now, aware she wasn't letting him speak, afraid of what he would say, and too embaressed to let him say it.<br><br>"I know you probably don't feel anything for me, but... mmph?!"<br><br>She couldn't continue her sentance, since Logan had grabbed her, and was apparently trying to suck her tonsils out. <br><br>Before she could even melt into his arms, he had put her back down, and was grinning that shit eating grin at her.&nbsp; "Dunno, kiddo, but we'll give it a whirl.&nbsp; Come on, let's go get Joe and Collette hitched, then you can show an old man how to dance."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 04:10:42</strong>
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				Gwen's breath was heavy as Petra quickly showed that side of her that had both aroused and infuriated her, what seemed like decades ago through the haze of alcohol. As Petra's fingers went where they shouldn't, ripples shuddered through Gwen's body, and not simply internally – her skin was reacting unhindered, shockwaves of organic crystal running along her surface, radiating out from her core, disturbing the air and causing her dress to flutter with each breath. Every few seconds, the soft, hot folds of Gwen's womanhood turned to jagged, impossibly tough material with just enough give to not grind and crush Petra's hand immediately.<br><br>Her breaths becoming rougher and deeper, Gwen's shoulders slumped as her eyes rolled back, her internal struggle making a spectacular display on the outside. The shockwaves were becoming slower, longer, pulsing down towards a permanent change, but they suddenly stopped midway, leaving Gwen's left arm, most of her torso, and her right leg crystalline, with the rest of her flesh. A transparent, prismatic hand took Petra by the throat and raised her harshly from the ground. Violent, hateful, absolutely destructive eyes gazed over the young body, its more graceful and girlish curves, its modest breasts and narrower hips, throaty gasps echoing the complete lust behind those eyes. But there was something else... a conflict... and just enough of one for Gwen to let out a “Gragh!” and toss the girl aside like a ragdoll.<br><br>“You... I won't let you...” Gwen fell to her hands and knees, growling ragefully, dispersing her diamond remnants, falling back onto her haunches and glaring at the girl. “Not again. You won't take me to that place again...” For someone who held all the power, there was an almost pleading tone to her gasps, a sort of primal fear to which Gwen&nbsp; was wholly unaccustomed. But rather than attack or run away, as her shaking hands and quivering lip might have indicated, she just lay there, gaze locked firmly on Petra.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 10:52:33</strong>
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				Ichigo's momentary interruption had not deterred the rapidfire changes in Gwen's body, and his absence had left Petra vulnerable.&nbsp; She had held onto the wrist of the arm holding her suspended, struggling for breaths that would not come easily or deeply.&nbsp; <br><br>Gwen had had enough presence of mind to toss Petra rather than hurling her; it still sent the slender woman crashing into shelving and linens, leaving her bruised and a little battered.&nbsp; The door was open, and it was not worth the risk of causing the disruption Ichigo-san had warned them against, so she had allowed herself to be thrown.&nbsp; Gasping softly, she watched Gwen fighting with herself, her aqua eyes half-closed, narrowed in pain.&nbsp; She slowly got to her feet, looking down at Gwen as she panted heavily.&nbsp; Petra's fingers slowly traced the thick leather of her collar, checked the tiny pendants of ruby.&nbsp; Her throat was already starting to bruise above and below the collar, and underneath it would be even worse, no doubt.&nbsp; <br><br>Petra stared at Gwen a long moment, her expression unreadable....and then she leaned down, her hand sliding through the dark locks slowly.&nbsp; "I cannot take you to that place.&nbsp; you never left it at all."&nbsp; She stood slowly, and started to finish buttoning the shirt, walking out into the hallway with slow, deliberate aplomb.&nbsp; <br><br>Once outside, she walked a dozen feet away, then collapsed along the wall, her breaths quick and uneven, her knees going weak, the adrenaline coursing through her body as only Gwen could make it.&nbsp; She was hot, soaking wet, and beads of sweat traced her brow.&nbsp; Only the pressure of her hands against the wall kept them from trembling.&nbsp; One thought raced through her mind, filling it with white noise.<br><br><em>Damn Ichigo-san.</em><br><br>Finally Petra stood, and finished buttoning her new shirt, moving with very deliberate leisure.&nbsp; The impact had largely been absorbed by her suit - part of the reason she wore it near-constantly - but she ached, and would continue to ache for a little while.&nbsp; She ran her hand along her throat, sighing softly.&nbsp; It would be so easy to fix those bruises, make them disappear, but that would alarm everyone in the wedding.&nbsp; An explosion of noise that loud inside the mansion would cause more trouble than it was worth.&nbsp; Sometimes, she wondered if her mother had done this to her just to see how disciplined she was....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [XTFN] The Wedding (Tag all Good Guys and Independents for the X-Men Game)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 23:01:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				This topic is now locked, please check out the Wedding Ceremony Thread.
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