Mutants (non x-men)

Violet

I tip my head, communicating with animals must be the enlargement of the language processing centers I noticed. I shuffled the notation away in my mind even as I had an uneasy feeling about what new mutation I had caused in him. I don't understand the animals but I understand them via your thoughts. I chuckle and say, "We'll let nature decide, I won't affect which of your swimmers make it to these eggs." My hand flits oddly over my now bare tummy. "The Genoshans played God enough without me considering it."
 
Lucas

I sense some worry from you, concern for me. I'm not sure what it might be, but put it aside to consider later.

"Ever since I can remember, I've had this sort of odd relationship with crows and ravens. They've never seemed afraid of me, but it's been like they've even looked for me to hang out with. I didn't understand it for a long time, but things my Grandfather said, and later, when I was able to get my hands on research notes the Genoshans kept, I discovered that those birds have a similar relationship to actual wolves in the wild."

I smile and nod. "I like that, letting nature take its course. And I'll be pleased as punch however nature goes."

Slipping my arm around you, I draw you close for a moment, my voice soft, yet even I can hear the distant rumble in it. "Yeah, those bastards did a number on us. Never again. This is our world, what we will make of it. And I will be there for you, always. No one is ever going to get away with hurting you like that again."

I'm not sure why, at that moment, in the midst of the happiest I have ever been, there is a touch like the cold hand of laughing fate upon my spine, and the hair stirs at the nape of my neck and down my spine.

I shurg it off and we continue down the trail, holding hands. I can smell your freshness, the aroma of the herbs from the bag.

"Do you grow your own herbs only, or do you gather from the forest as well?"
 
Violet

"I transplanted the herbs into my 'little' garden." I chuckle slightly, "Plants don't take as much energy as humans." I find we are holding hands as we stroll along the birds flying in a figure eight formation a comfortable distance from our heads. I wonder how long we'll have peace before trouble finds us. My violet skin would remind some of what I could do, I put it aside for now as part of my mind continued working on the puzzle of your dna.
 
Lucas

As we walk hand in hand along the trail, I glance at you often, enjoying the way the sunlight glimmers on your skin and hair, the smile in your eyes and lips. I can still sense concern and begin to consider how to get you into and through town without the harassment you knew before.

Well, I know some will avoid us for the moment just because I am there. My reputation is still not exactly savory. I don't wish to frighten anyone who might legitimately seek your help, but I know I will not let them mob you as before.

About then, a faint scent comes to me and I pause, sniffing...Yes...
I know where it is coming from and this might just be the person might be able to direct us towards a minister as well.

I grin, turn to you and kiss you on the cheek.

"Well, my hungry maybe momma, how do you feel about shrimp etouffe? Best this side of New Orleans, I garountee...," I say and have to wince myself at how bad my cajun accent sounds.
 
Rage

OOC Most of the same people are in this thread as in the school thread. I figure I ll play a more mature Rachel she feeds off intense emotions, she has Strength and invulnerability.

IC
Rache checked out the club, it was a slow night , slow and boring. She watched a group of guys carrying a girl tear out of hear and then a guy in rags followed behind. This had to be more interesting than the loser on stage now. The last guy was good, the Jim Morrison singer but he left in a hurry too. "I wonder where all the action is?"
 
OOC: Good question

OOC: While I am rather enjoying the story unfolding between Lucas and Violet, I would kinda like to do something... :) Anything! If I have to have Fortunato wander around town, stirring up stuff by himself, I will, but that really would not be in character for him.
 
Violet

"Food would be good," I giggle at his accent and wonder how different I look with my skin so dark, perhaps no one will even recognize me, I shrug then again I'm talking about mutants who can detect anyone from miles away, as well as latent telepaths who'd see through the skin and hair. I stiffen my shoulders and my resolve to face the people with more dignity that last time.
 
OOC

OOC: Serah, hi! Good to have some other people joining the story.


Thanks for the observation, Neale. Violet and Lucas are also both in town now, too.
 
Lucas

"Yeah," I grin, "you would think after the time I spent in Louisiana, Violet, I could do a lot better on that."

I lead you along a narrow street vaguely reminiscent of New Orleans. Many of the mutant underground from Louisiana who had been rounded up by the Genoshans ended up forming their own sort of enclave. I know here is one place you will not be on the defensive, for these folks have a sort of genteel politeness that has endeared them to me. If they know who you are, or detect your powers, they may ask for your help, but never demand.

I, on the other hand, well...

As we approach a stucco building of dark burnt umber color, and the smells of good cajun cooking start causing my stomach to grumble, a voice raspy and heavily accented rings out even as we reach the door.

"Wot, yo' ol'd dog, t'ink yo' jes' show yo' mangy face 'round 'chere and ah'm gonna feed yuh?"

Mama Pierre comes bustling out of the kitchen, her skin the color of mahogany, all seven foot, four hundred pounds of her beneath a tightly wrapped bun of shock white hair and flowing flowered dress.

"Give us a kiss, if ya knows what's good for ya," she hollers and before I can evade her embrace, she has me in a bear hug even I would have trouble breaking and is planting a huge, wet kiss on my cheek.

"Dam' chile, I swears yo' jes' gets uglier ever times I sees ya," she laughs with a sound that rattles the windows.

The other diners are chuckling now, or outright laughing. I can feel myself blushing. I have known her since I was sixteen, when I hid out with her family in the swamps. Sixteen then, she treated me like one of her own children. I hunt for her from time to time, but unlike most of the other merchants, never charge a dime. For she always has an open place in her restaurant for me and shovels out more good food than even I can eat.

It is then she notices you and stops, her eyes growing wide.

"An' who dis?" she demands of me, "who dis lovely angel you gots walkin' 'round wit'?"

She wipes her hand on her apron and holds it out to you with a smile so white it could blind a person.

"Me be Mama Pierre. an' if'n yo' be a friend of dis here mangy pup, you mus' be a mighty fine person indeed, indeed to take pity on him."

I clear my throat, "Mama Pierre, this is--"

Mama Pierre catches the look between you and I and her eyes get even wider.

"Oh, so thas how it be, puppy? You been holdin' out on Mama Pierre 'bout bein' in love an' all. For shame on you!" She says as she swipes at me with a friendly pat that could fell a horse. Having seen it coming I was braced.

She is must gentler with you, smiling so happily it is nearly infectious. "An' wha' be yer name, honey?" she says, taking your hand gently between her own huge hands.
 
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Violet

"They call me Violet," I reply wishing I could tactfully avoid the handshake but take her hand and blink as her genetic code is revealed to me. I somewhat quickly draw back my hand as the woman ushers us in, a comforting sense of home surrounds me.
 
Lucas

Mama Pierre has us seated at a booth and bustles off to fetch appetizers. I look at you and wonder if you have ever encountered a similar mutation to Mama Pierre's, one I have always been at a loss to name except for "affection". She is the virtual matriarch of this group of mutants who all look to her for advice and comfort. A good thing, too, I suspect as she is also strong as an ox. I know she is also a bit prescient, too, and wonder what else you might have picked up from her.

Other patrons smile at us, nod, and continue eating. They are not an unfriendly group, but they do not push themselves on anyone even those whom they consider part of their "family". It is part of why I brought you here, for it could prove a useful sanctuary. Mama Pierre's show of acceptance has meant you are considered someone to be respected and cared for as much as any of them.


I reach across the table and touch your hand, smiling into your eyes. The bond between us strengthens and I see flashes of images, touches of feeling.

"I just realized, I haven't told you in at least an hour or so, Violet, that I love you."
 
Violet

I smile and take his hand my fingers trailing over the soft spot of his wrist feeling his blood pulse. "I know," my eyes twinkle as I look as you all problems drifting away as I inhale the spicy fragrance and I glance up, "Mama Pierre is quite unique, her chemistry is that of a woman who just had a child, mixed with enough endorphins to make her jolly, and some natural steriod type that makes her strong. It's not unusual for a mutant to have unnatural hormone levels, her body seems to handle it quite well." I frown slightly as I pause, "That does explain why she'll probably never have children though, her hormonal loading," I pause and glance at him, "am I boring you? I tend to ramble when I'm sorting out someone's genetic structure. She's also a fairly strong metempath, that is she can read and project emotions."
 
Lucas

I smile as you touch me, the warmth in your eyes refelcted within my chest. There are all sorts of good aromas drifting in from the kitchen, and I can tell Mama Pierre has personally taken over the shrimp etouffe from the faint sound of her particular way of tapping ladles on pot handles to the beat of "Sweet Georgia Brown"

"Darlin', you're not boring me a bit. With the way I grew up, my education was kind of spotty. It wasn't until just before I got caught and sent here that I really started having an opportunity to fill in the gaps. And then, guess 'bout the only good thing I can say for the Genoshans, is they left stuff out and I read everything I could get my hands on. I still read everything I can, and sometimes think I've become an information hound. I'm fascinated by this.

"I've always wondered about Mama Pierre, how her mutation manifested itself. Yeah, I think it does grieve her she can't have kids of her own, but she sure seems to have adopted a lot of them."

About then, Simon, the wiry little bantam rooster of a man who serves as the matre d' here, personally brings our salads which are crisp, full of greens and other vegetables. I raise my eyebrow at him and he grins as he sets out the dressings.

"Mama Pierre, she wanna make sure someone you listen to tell you, you eat dam' salad this time."

I chuckle and look at you again. I can tell you are finding this funny, they way they treat me like some kid and the way I put up with it. I wonder if you realize just how they've already taken you into their hearts.

Simon sketches a bow to you and he says in a cultured voice,
"Madamoiselle Violet, please allow me to welcome you to Chateau D'Arbonois. We are honored to have you as our guest. And, as this recreant," he nods at me, "would probably be so crass as to order mere beer with the fine cuisine Mama Pierre is preparing, might I offer you our wine list?"

With a flourish, he takes the card from under his arm and extends it to you. I chuckle and shake my head, "Yep, 'fraid that's one of those areas of my education sorely lacking."
 
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OOC Soap Box

First off let me start by Agreeing with Neale, Violet and Lucas are a fun read and great writers... I also would like to welcome Serah and agree, where is the action?


This next part gets kind of preachy so disregard if that bugs you.


I think we need a focus for our characters. This might sound silly but in the Xmen movie what drove every one bad or good was an outside force. The coming mutant registration act. I figure If we were all prisoners on an Island sooner or later isnt someone going to check up. Or even worse what if the world is already signing on to this idea and good or bad they want us dead. I figure we need to start posting about an outside force so we can all start interacting. Right now were kind of in limbo with only a few chars who want to stick there neck out where they can get caught so they can interact.
my best example would be the way Neale and Isolde set up the School adventure, were free yet were shepered by the story line.
maybe we can play 2 chars one outside one on the inside. just my 2 cents.
Tag me,pm me or Email me with your thougts if you want Ill delete this post.
 
Rache

OOC** Ok Ill also jump on the wagon and say Swolf and Intriguess you guys write great , I think Im tuning in just to see what happens. Thank you everyone for being so friendly when I was recomended this site I had no idea what to expect but everyone has been great. As For Inku I agree about a focus because Im not sure im ready to hand my char over to the bad guys and yet I 'm pretty sure they dont want to just lose. So maybe some Crisis to make us come out of our hiding places. or perhaps a req for new chars? An OOC thread? anyway Im off
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Rache scanned the area and drew a blank when she looked at the raggedy guy. Either hes an android or hes masking himself. She scanned the bar and sweet emotions flooded into her. That was Fortunatos turf and she hated messing with Tele's but she was bored "Well who should I play with ragedy man or Fortunato?" in the end the response was simple. "Lets play with both. " She looked at the guy and walked up to him as he turned she noticed his violet eyes and it hit her "Vincent !!!! You son of a bitch!" She punched him as hard as she could slamming him into a nearby wall with a sound like a sack of potatoes. She had intended to con him into going into Fortunatos place but when she recognized him she lost her plans in a haze of anger. "The things those bastards did to me while I was under your powers I ought to wring every second of that torture out of you!"
 
Parasite

Vincent reeled from the blow that by all rights should have killed him, and in reflex drained her powers. He began to feed on her very eessence but as he looked in to her pain filled eyes her hurt was so stark that he faltered and supressed his power, although he couldnt truly turn his power off, he could supress it enough that her super strength would pummle him. She was screaming things he himself had accused himself of for years. Things he couldnt live with things that haunted his every waking moment and chilled every second that he sleeped. Vincent could have given a million diffrent excuses a million diffrent reasons for why he had done the things he did, but the guilt was so strong that he welcomed the torment, as she proceeded to systematically dismantle him, his only regret was his invulnerabilty.
 
Fortunato

Fortunato decided that, after the evening's events, he could really use a drink. Matching deeds to words, he went over to the bar he called his own, only to hear the screeching of an angry woman even as his telepathic senses picked up her outrage. Cloaking himself telepathically, undetectable by those around him, he entered the bar, his entrance seen but not noticed by those whose perceptions he was subtly altering.

The sight of that slime, Parasite, getting his ass handed to him by a very attractive, and very angry, woman amused him greatly. Looks like I might not have to kill him myself, after all. She, whoever she is, is doing a great job of it for me! Pity she can't really finish him off... Only occasionally exerting his telekinetic powers to minimize the property damage, Fortunato sat down at the bar, sipped his wine, and watched the show.
 
Violet

OOC okay here goes my plot idea for the day, we are genosha are techincally a free rag tag bunch of semi powerful mutants, and any mutant with have a brain could probably take over (AKA dr pireau or whatever his name was) now we just need a set of good guys to get intangled, or an outside force could finally make it to genosha and arrange to transport us off the cursed island....for a price of course.

IC

I glance over list wondering what kind of mutation could have created this sort of wine list. I was going to mention that Jesus was probably a mutant that could heal and alter form of food, but decided to avoid a religious discussion.

"How about a nice French Chablis?" I nod at the waiter and take the bottle of vinegrete salad dressing and shake it before drizzling it lightly over the salad greens. "If she wanted I could probably open a window for her to get pregnant."
 
Lucas

OOC: Well, first let me say thanks for those of you who have made comments upon the writing. *G* I've been enjoying watching the other subplots unfold as well as this one with Lucas and Violet.

The idea of a "take over" as well as the bad guys plotting to do something about the humans has an appeal to me, and maybe that can bewoven into others offering to take us off the island...for a price, as Intriguess has mentioned. Let me toss a couple of other ideas into the mix, maybe, and see what we can all come up with to develop the idea of a crisis (as Serah puts it), the idea of some outside force(s) or inside force(s) or both adding intricacies to the story tapestry (re: Inkubus and Neale)

Consider these possibilities, maybe?: Perhaps all the Genoshans are not dead, but some have been driven to an obscure part of the island where they are using what technology they could salvage to try and communicate with the outside world, find some allies to help them take back the island and either kill or reenslave the mutants.

Also, it may be that word is slowly leaking out among the mutant underground worldwide about this colony of mutants and others might be wanting to come join us to get away from the humans?

Just a couple of thoughts. I could see several sub plots happening simultaneously and those of us in them interacting and becoming involved in them as the characters come in contact with each other.

Intriguess, you started the thread, what do you think?

Okay...next post, back to the story. *L*
 
Lucas

"The wine sounds good to me," I say, inhaling the fragrance of the salad. Contrary to Simon's scold, I do happen to like greens, especially fresh ones.

I pick up a couple of lemon slices and squeeze them over the salad. Your suggestion causes me to chew a bite thoughtfully for a moment before replying.

"Now there's a thought, love. I know Mama Pierre does grieve over having no children of her own. And she knows I'm aware of that, for she's mentioned it from time to time. Depends upon how you feel about doing it. Would you want to mention it to her or have me broach the subject, if you do? If you want to bring it up, she'll lhave figured we talked." I grin, "They may not get in your face here, but heck, don't they gossip!"

About then, I notice someone has come into the restaurant and whispered in Simon's ear as he was approaching us with the wine. His face is tense when he comes to the table and pours. I can smell the anxiety on him, hear it in his breathing.

"Simon, what is it?"

My friend takes a deep breath and sighs. "Rumors from uptown," he says. "couple of mutants going at it. With powers."

I inwardly groan. There's not much of civil authority among us, which has been quite alright with me, but there has sort of been this unwritten code that we won't use our powers against each other at least not with deadly force or control, if for no other reason than what the Genoshans did is still too fresh in our minds.

"Any idea who?" I ask Simon.

"Some say that dog Parasite," Simon all but spits, for there is still a lot of bitterness among the mutants towards him, a bitterness I don't share. Hell, we were all victims of the Genoshans, even those they used against other mutants.

"And not sure who the other is, maybe Fortunato, maybe Rache."

My eyes narrow and before I can stop it a faint growl emantes deep from within me. I know both of them, Fortunato better than Rache, from the guerilla days against the Genoshans. Both powerful, though I suspect neither of them will actually be able to hurt Vincent too much. And I sure as hell hope he doesn't go after them.

Dammit, Vince, I think to myself, why didn't you just go to the cabin and wait until we could figure out a way to help you back into society?

I look back at you and sigh, "Violet, sometimes I have to wonder if we mutants are going to be any better at looking out for ourselves than we were on the mainland."
 
Violet

"I do miss my family." I wonder about those uptown and I can sense, your inner struggle to go, "I think I'll ask her in private, of course I doubt she's ever still enough to get in private." I try and lighten the mood, I had avoided mutants for a long time and now I was feeling that I was needed here, more than I had been needed anywhere. "Perhaps we could ask her about some nice property to build our home." I drop the sentence as if it's a done deal.
 
Lucas

I can see you picking up my feelings, but I refuse to rush out of here until we've had lunch; knowing what I do of the parties involved, I figure they will still be hanging around or near at hand until then. And I've learned by hard experience that sometimes people listen better to reason once they've knocked themselves exhausted. Still, it bothers me, mutants using their powers to harm other mutants. I can imagine escalation, and other mutants trying to take the place of our previous rulers.

I nod at what you say. "I know you miss your family, Violet. Perhaps when things settle down here a bit, we can find a way to get back to the mainland and visit them if you'd like" Though I wonder how they might react to seeing me, I know you feel the urge to let them know you are okay, to know they are okay.

"Actually," I grin, "all you have to do is go up to Mama Pierre and say you would like to talk to her, and she will find the time. She's always been that way. And with what you have to tell her, I do believe she would be more than happy to make the time."

The rest of your statement catches me by surprise and my eyes widen. Then, I laugh. "Yeah, that would be a good idea. If she doesn't know, Simon will. That man knows just about everything there is to know around the town. Do you think we should be looking at property for both clinic and house, or seperate pieces?"

"Indeed I do," Simon replies with some pride as he and his sons show up with several warm dishes smelling so good my stomach gives off a low rumble.

They set the dishes on the table and uncover them. There are two bowls of the shrimp etouffe, one far spicer than the other. Simon asks which you might prefer. I take the spicier of the two. He also sets out fresh cornbread and real butter, as well as a nearthenware crock of green beans cooked to perfection.

As the serve us, I casually mention that maybe when you talk to Mama Pierre you might want to ask about the minister as well. I grin, knowing Simon overhearing us is the fastest way for this information to get back to Mama Pierre short of walking up and telling her.

As we eat, I watch you, happy to see your appetite is healthy. Again, I am struck by your loveliness, and realize more and more it is not only the way you look, but how your very spirit glows in your words, your movements, the smile of your lips and eyes.
 
Rage

I can feel a crowd starting to gather and I feed off the rage and the excitement. Two things are taking the fun out of it for me. He hasnt used his powers on me yet. This should be harder and he keeps looking at me with those stupid violet eyes. They look so sad and torn. I pause for a second and yell"fight me you sell out fuck. I watched you drain marcy until they could brainwash her and use her for there sick pleasure. I watched you absorb Geo until he was weak enough that he didnt survive the experiments." I slammed into him again and watched him tremble as he tried to stand. He stood up slowly and looked at me with those same stupid eyes. "fight me!"
 
Parasite

I flinch more out of the pain her words are inflicting then anything her powers are doing.I reel as she speaks of Geo. I remeber feeling him die even as my powers absorbed the last traces of his power as his life force gave out during an experiment gone wrong. It bothers me that I dont remeber who marcy was... there were so many that they used me to hurt, I shudder at the fact that I cant even remember them all. Even though my nightmares do. I slowly stand as her words tear slices in me that her powers cant. I lower my arms and await her judgement of me.
 
Violet

"I hadn't forgotten about the minister," I chuckle slightly then blow on my soup to cool it off, "I was thinking clinic and house should be close together, but we don't have to build a new building for clinic, perhaps use a suitable building and build our house nearby, we'll need lots of room." My foot idly slides up your leg making my meaning clear as I smile playfully and we enjoy the array of food at our fingers.
 
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