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Post by Raymond Baxter: Legion on Dec 29, 2005 16:48:10 GMT -5
(Enter Dreadnought)
Walking into the common room wearing a over sized pair of urban camo pants, and no shirt a extremely bored Dreadnought sat down on the couch and rubbed his hand across flat- stomach flipping channels.
"Boring....Stupid....Menial... 450 channels and nothing worth watching....What do these X-men do for fun? watch grass grow or paint dry?"
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Post by Health on Dec 29, 2005 16:49:49 GMT -5
*Enter Ellen*
"Personally I like to watch that corner over there, there's a spider living there," Ellen said walking into the room and plopping herself down on the couch, 'You're the guy that threw that party right?"
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Post by Raymond Baxter: Legion on Dec 29, 2005 17:06:22 GMT -5
"Yeah..name's Raymond Baxter..The Dreadnought..nice to meet you. Weren't you the girl who made out with the team leader?"
He continued to flip channels.
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Post by Health on Dec 29, 2005 17:07:48 GMT -5
"Um, Well Cole but he isn't the leader of the team, and for my defense I was drunk," Ellen said rolling her eyes, "I'm Ellen, not girl who made out with so and so at the party."
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Post by Raymond Baxter: Legion on Dec 29, 2005 17:11:32 GMT -5
"Oh sorry...Ellen...you don't have a sobriquet? Some rallying cry..fear the unstoppable...Ellen. Just kidding don't want to seem like too much of a sarcastic bitter jerk. Seriously..sorry."
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Post by Health on Dec 29, 2005 17:16:11 GMT -5
"Well usually I let my fighting speak for me, you know a punch here, and kick to the nads there. Oh yeah Professor did give me some sort of secret name, Diamond or something. I don't know I wasn't really paying attention. But I could always yell out Ellen the Elephant, if that makes you happy," she grinned, "And don't worry about the jerk thing, I've meet more then you could imagine and your by far not the worst."
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Post by Raymond Baxter: Legion on Dec 29, 2005 17:23:17 GMT -5
"So...who and when do we fight?"
In a rush of black liquid his nanophages enveloped his left arm and took the shape of a Vulcan chain-gun.
"Can't wait to splatter some evil villain brains all over the pavement."
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Post by Health on Dec 29, 2005 17:24:41 GMT -5
"Whoa Rambo, chill that psycho babble, we fight when we're needed," Ellen said not really impressed by the gun, "Hey can you make a bunny rabbit?"
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Post by Raymond Baxter: Legion on Dec 29, 2005 17:27:35 GMT -5
"Nah..only weapons...guns, blades and sometimes bombs. I just wanna get some action besides watching Zaniac got scuba-diving in a punch bowl."
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Post by Health on Dec 29, 2005 17:29:18 GMT -5
"Too bad he didn't drown," Ellen said wispfully and looked sorry for Raymond, "That must suck, your powers, but I know who I want to be paired up with is sparring sessions!"
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Post by Raymond Baxter: Legion on Dec 29, 2005 17:32:01 GMT -5
"Thanks Ellen...so....wanna play Halo?"
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Post by Health on Dec 29, 2005 17:32:37 GMT -5
"Hell yeah, call first controller!" Ellen said leaping for the control.
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Post by Christian on Dec 29, 2005 18:11:32 GMT -5
Christian walked past, debating whether or not to stay and play. He was a Halo addict after all.
"Hey, Ray, Ellen, Amelia and me are going downtown to do a little research on the Legacy Virus. You two need anything while we're there?"
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Post by Health on Dec 29, 2005 18:14:37 GMT -5
"A man...I hear they're 9.99 at walmart, good deal," Ellen said distracted by the game.
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Post by Christian on Dec 29, 2005 18:24:05 GMT -5
"Well, I'm sure you could get Cole half-off for being damaged goods, but I'll be sure to check it out for you. I'll call if there's any good deals, cool?"
He opened the door, Amelia close behind, "Oh, and make good use of explosives. Plasma grenades can be your best friend, if you don't suck on ice with them."
He left, and closed the door.
*Exit Christian*
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Post by Health on Dec 29, 2005 18:37:53 GMT -5
((WTF, when did I bring Amelia in?))
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Post by Health on Dec 29, 2005 18:46:30 GMT -5
((No just ask next time))
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Post by zaniac on Dec 29, 2005 19:46:20 GMT -5
Having during the party druken himself into a druken stupor, Zaniac straggled around, looking as though his body was literally melting apart. It was then his face seemed to contort, and he fell to the floor, clutching his chest and his head, as though in pain.
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Post by Health on Dec 29, 2005 19:48:20 GMT -5
"Eh weakling," Ellen said glancing in Zaniac's direction before going back to the game.
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Post by zaniac on Dec 29, 2005 19:58:37 GMT -5
Zaniac would normally spat out a quick, hair-brained remark, but something was different, as he both changed in mind and body. His bulid was becoming less lanky, his skin less rubbery. His jaw began to recede and rehinge itself, and his wild, ratty mauve hair shrank, and changed to brown. Looking up, his ears popped from out of his skull, and his eyes shrank to a rather normal size.
"... wh-What happened to m- me?" Arthur Crispin asked, looking around at the room, at himself, as though he had been in a daze. "I'm... I'm me again..."
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