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Post by Flame on Jul 29, 2011 9:43:50 GMT -6
Roland strode easily forward, his movements free. Twenty years of working for the Brotherhood made you pretty damn confident when you went to the training grounds. Everyone knew him. He’d kept the brotherhood together for the last year, being the only one who had any idea how to lead. He closed his eyes as he came to a stop, about a quarter of the way down the shooting range. He took a deep breath, and then with a soft pop, two large black wings appeared. They flickered once, then went solid. He opened his eyes and glanced back, like usual, to check for damage. None. Good. He flapped them once, carefully, just feeling the moment, before moving forward, lifting his hands. He had a gun on him, but for now, he needed to train with something else. His hands went crackly and deadly as he focused on them. Then with practiced movements, the gray haired man, shot down the shooting range, and blew the paper target down. He let a small smile slip onto his face, but not much. He waited for another to come up, and this time, with extreme control, hit the bullseye. Now to try it with the gun. He pulled out the pistol, and loaded it, and then aimed. With a little bit of a tap, just after pulling the trigger, he gave the gun the psionic energy it needed to rip a large hole in the target. He nodded with some satisfaction. This was a distraction from bad dreams and memories. He looked up at the cloud cover with a bit of a sigh. Though you couldn’t see it. The sun had bairly risen, and yet there would be no sunlight here for the day. He brought himself back down to earth and he again aimed, and fired the gun, forcing himself to focus. With Magneto and Raven out and about, he had to make sure the place didn’t fall to pieces. And he’d chosen this particular place for them… mainly because they could keep an eye on the upstart X-men and SMMO. He’d called all Brotherhood here, at least that could be spaired. Give them a focal point. Somewhere to base from. Deep in the woods. He breathed out as he continued to fire, until the clip was done, then with a tactical reload, he kept going, his wings flickering away as he focused fully on his shooting. ``statsdone ``tagging Anyone who’s brotherhood/thinking of becoming brotherhood ``word count### Somethin? ``clothes click ``listening to Stuff (Doctor Who. xD) ``notes Roland’s… Amusing ``lyrics: hello brooklyn by all time low made by megaru . don't steal. it's so not cool. she will sick ninjas on your butt if you steal.[/center]
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Post by Terri 'Tribal' Valiant on Jul 30, 2011 4:38:11 GMT -6
It was a decent day. Decent enough that Terri opted to fly the last leg of her trip. That and she had had about as much as she could handle from the crush of humanity. She'd enjoyed her weekend away from her 'work'. Nothing better then having a zillion convention goers fawning over your 'awesome articulated' wings and asking how it was done. She fiercely enjoyed Comic Conventions - mutants blended best there; especially those you, like her, didn't fit the mainstream.
But that was over - it was against the dawning sky now she flew, enjoying the fading stars and cooler air. She was careful not to be seen, not to be followed - doubling back twice to make sure. When she touched down, she didn't expect anyone to still be up. She fluttered her wings, then lay the iridescent sheets against her back as best she could before shouldering open the door. She glanced over her shoulder, scanning the dark, then slipped in and pushed the door shut.
Tossing her bag on the bed in her room - a quick glance reminded her that she still needed to finish sorting out the junk in there. She really hadn't been HERE all that long; long enough though to know where she could find people. It didn't take her much to find her way to the training grounds. If he wasn't in the main room, it was the second place she could hope to find Roland. The third was his private room, and she was not that daring.
Thankfully, she didn't have to be. Remaining off to the side, she did her best not to be a distraction as she folded her arms and watched. She'd never been very good with firearms - she had nearly shot herself in the foot the first time she had handled one - so it was impressive to her the Skill the man had. She doubted they would trust her with a gun again, which really didn't bother her, but she liked to watch them train.
Her return trip had been long though. She stifled a yawn behind the back of her hand and mentally marked the time. She'd wait to see how long he would be - maybe he'd pause? Just long enough for her to tell him she was back, then she'd get out of his hair. Probably grab something to eat, then try to grab a few hours of sleep.
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Post by Flame on Aug 1, 2011 8:25:13 GMT -6
Roland felt someone watching him, and with practiced movements turned and aimed. Then saw who it was. The gun was on safty and in it’s place on his belt in two seconds. He nodded to her. ”Welcome back, Tribal.” tacturn, and man of few words was Roland. He glanced behind him, just to check. Nope. No one. Though he then turned his blue eyes back on the shorter woman before him. She was a girl really, bairly eighteen. So he kept his thoughts to himself. ”You look hungry. Come on.” there was no saying no to Roland when he gave an order. Which that was. He led the way to the mess hall, and nodded to the green mutant behind the bar. The woman was obviously a good cook, if the smells from the bar were any indicator. And he liked the woman. She was… interesting. ”Usual.” he said easily, and grabbed the stake, and headed for the coffee. A good coffee was one with nothing in it. At all. Just coffee. Black strong coffee. Hey, he was very simple when it came to likes. He glanced around the room. Lots of other’s seemed to notice Tribal, and he nodded I reconision of quite a few of them, as they noticed him as well. Not that he was hard to miss, with his rare smile, and rather intimidaiting stance. But hey you dealt. ``statsdone ``tagging Anyone who’s brotherhood/thinking of becoming brotherhood ``word count### Somethin? ``clothes click ``listening to Stuff (Doctor Who. xD) ``notes Roland’s… Amusing ``lyrics: hello brooklyn by all time low made by megaru . don't steal. it's so not cool. she will sick ninjas on your butt if you steal.[/center]
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Post by Terri 'Tribal' Valiant on Aug 1, 2011 13:48:05 GMT -6
She was just dropping her hand when he turned to face her. Terri froze, eyes widening slightly as the barrel entered on her; she knew better then to flinch away, but that didn't mean she didn't have to fight not to. Adrenaline flooded her system as she waited a few agonizing moments till she saw Roland holster the weapon. She gave her body a shudder, but managed a smile for him as he welcome d her home. "Thanks. One hell of a welcome there, Boss."
She wasn't hungry. Okay, maybe a little. She was more tired the hungry, but - she was proud she didn't sigh out loud as she turned on a heel and fell into step behind Roland's stride. She flutter her wings, following the man threw the base to the mess all without a word of protest. See? She was learning.
Terri dipped her head gently as they entered, dropping part hair into her face - he'd been at a Convention and knew she had that 'haven't slept in a couple days' look. She watched Roland collect his normal Steak, then shot the green woman behind the counter a smile. The Mutant behind the bar seemed surprised to see her so early - Terri was very much NOT a morning person. "Just getting home, Margie."
[/color] The looks she got was priceless - the plate was soon offered over, along with the advice she should eat more. Terri took it sheepishly, following Roland from the counter. She could see Roland collecting his coffee - she didn't know how he drank it black. The thought of the un-sweetened coffee made her tummy growl, and not in a good way. Instead, she opted for some juice - orange this morning. Something good for her - seeing as she lived the convention weekend on soda and snacks. Not a good plan, really... but she had had fun. She could feel alot of those in the Mess Hall looking at her, but she did her best not to seem uncomfortable. Her wings fluttered only once as she moved to claim a table away from the others. Setting the tray on the table, she dropped a little heavy into the chair and looked at the plate. Scrambled eggs, some sausage - toast, and hashbrowns. Yummy..... [/blockquote][/blockquote] [/size][/font][/left]
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Post by Flame on Aug 1, 2011 14:31:26 GMT -6
Roland grinned as she spoke. ”Keep’s ya on your toes.” was his only answer, before heading inside. He watched where she sat, and sat down across from her, taking a sip of his coffee. ”Been up all weekend.” not a question. It was defiantly a comment. The tall man started to eat his stake. Cutting the stake, with the knife he’d grabbed. He watched around them, with a rather odd look. Not one that anyone would bother him. He was Roland. The Devestator. Or what ever you wanted to call him. He did keep glancing at the tired girl infront of him, but it was with worried glances. Of course if she looked at him he usually wasn’t worried looking. He ate easily, he’d been up all night, but he always was. Slept little, and did a whole lot. That was Roland. ”Good hearty Breakfast. You actually gonna eat it?” he asked after finishing his. Only good mannars stopped him from reaching over and snatching the hashbrowns. ``statsdone ``tagging Anyone who’s brotherhood/thinking of becoming brotherhood ``word count### Somethin? ``clothes click ``listening to Stuff (Doctor Who. xD) ``notes Roland’s… Amusing ``lyrics: hello brooklyn by all time low made by megaru . don't steal. it's so not cool. she will sick ninjas on your butt if you steal.[/center]
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Post by Terri 'Tribal' Valiant on Aug 1, 2011 15:25:34 GMT -6
She wasn't shocked or startled when Roland dropped into the seat across from her. She actually would have been more surprised if he hadn't. After his 'suggestion' that she eat, of course he would be making sure she did. Watching him carve into the steak, Terri gave him a little laugh and nodded softly. "of course I was. I didn't have anyone there to remind me I needed do things like sleep and eat."
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Post by Flame on Aug 1, 2011 19:14:55 GMT -6
Roland sighed. Her words didn’t warrant a reply. They really didn’t. Though personally he found her inability to take care of herself annoying. Expecially for an eighteen year old. Ok she could take care of herself but, still. He sighed as he took a sip of his coffee. Her voice got a grin. ”Me? Eat healthy? Since when?” he asked as he gave her hashbrowns to him. Or at least part of them. He promptly started to eat them. ”Plus you just give me your food.” he added, as he continued to eat. He liked Tribal. She was a good kid. Smart, sweet. Not something that really belonged in the brotherhood. He’d taken a liking to her as soon as she’d joined. Not that it mattered but to him it did. He’d noticed the red hair first. And to anyone who actually knew him, knew that he liked red hair. He continued to eat, knowing that her gesture was getting attention. But he didn’t care. She’d done it, she’d have to deal. At least that was his rule. He finished with ease, and leaned back, grabbing his coffee again and taking a sip. ”Thanks.” he knew that Raven would stare at him as if he was insane if she ever found out. ``statsdone ``tagging Anyone who’s brotherhood/thinking of becoming brotherhood ``word count### Somethin? ``clothes click ``listening to Stuff (Doctor Who. xD) ``notes Roland’s… Amusing ``lyrics: hello brooklyn by all time low made by megaru . don't steal. it's so not cool. she will sick ninjas on your butt if you steal.[/center]
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Post by Terri 'Tribal' Valiant on Aug 2, 2011 3:40:02 GMT -6
Terri rolled her eyes and gave a shake of her head. The man didn't' get that he needed to eat more. But, he had her there - she always ended up giving him part of her food. She suspected that Margie gave her more simply for that reason. "Well, someone needs to make sure you eat - the body does not function on Coffee alone, Boss."
With that, she snagged up a slice of the buttered toast and loaded a few forkfuls of scrambled eggs on it before taking a big bite of it. She used to not eat breakfast - in fact, she was close to thirty pounds underweight when she had joined the Brotherhood. Roland had taken to ambushing her and steering her into the Mess Hall; she found it second nature to join the Brotherhood subleader for meals. It was a little creepy, if you put too much thought into it.
She had pretty much devoured her eggs and the smaller portion of Hashbrowns she had kept for herself but the time Roland had finished what she had given him. She smiled slightly at his thank you, knowing that wasn't something people got often. "You're Welcome, Roland."
Stabbing another sausage link, she rolled it in a piece of toast and glanced around the Mess Hall before taking a bite of it. She chewed quickly, making she she swallowed before she spoke. "So.. did I miss anything while I was gone? Or just same old, same old?"
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Post by Flame on Aug 2, 2011 20:56:51 GMT -6
Roland’s smile grew a little bigger. It was one of those happy one’s he rarely had any more. ”I have lived just fine off of them for years. Longer than you’ve been around.” he said with a smirk. It was true, Though he did eat more than that…just not when everyone was looking. It was amusing to keep everyone guessing. He took another sip of his coffee. His blue eyes watched her. He did like her. She was… smart. And quick. Different. A medic. That was something he hadn’t seen in a while. She had an inner fire he liked. Though most red head’s did. He guessed he was attracted to fire. Somethin’ like that. He didn’t answer as she ate, and continued to watch her, not caring what anyone else thought (Not that he ever did, roland did as roland did, and no one asked questions.) Roland shook his head. ”nothin’. President had a big party. We weren’t invited. Thought about crashing it, but there were big mutants at it. Didn’t feel like getting thrown about.” he said simply, his eyes a bit shielded, mentally. He glanced around him. ”Otherwise we’ve got a big nothing going on. Still trying to get intel on the SMMO. They are damn loyal to that Rogue eagle, I can’t even figure out if she’s actually a mutant.” that frustraited him. They people were loyal to her, and to their country, and none of them were willing to cough up the answers. ``statsdone ``tagging Anyone who’s brotherhood/thinking of becoming brotherhood ``word count### Somethin? ``clothes click ``listening to Stuff (Doctor Who. xD) ``notes Roland’s… Amusing ``lyrics: hello brooklyn by all time low made by megaru . don't steal. it's so not cool. she will sick ninjas on your butt if you steal.[/center]
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Post by Terri 'Tribal' Valiant on Aug 3, 2011 18:48:24 GMT -6
She listened to what Roland listed off intently, munching on her self-made sausage roll. She arched a eyebrow, pausing in her chewing a moment to focus on Roland totally. She swallow swiftly, leaning a little on the table. "Mutants at the President's shindig? Shame on him for not inviting all of us - bad example on his part. What will the public think, I wonder. Anyone we know get to dance the night away with the political elite?" The fact Roland had said he didn't feel like getting thrown out was testament to the fact at least HE knew who had been there; whether he shared the information was another thing.
The topic of the SMMO made Terri grimace; she dropped the partly eaten food to her plate and shook her head. Rogue Eagle, whoever the creature was, was starting to be a bit more then an annoyance. Lifting the cup, she downed about half her orange juice before she lowered the glass. Tongue darted over her lips, then nodded. "If we can't get in.... maybe we can get one on the outside? A ambush or a lure? I know - its a little underhanded, but what else can we do?"
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Post by Flame on Aug 4, 2011 12:37:03 GMT -6
Roland nodded. ”Unknown mutant, that our intel things was Wolverine. We’re unsure. Rogue Eagle, and a new one… Shadow Mind. What do you know about Charles Xaiver?” he asked simply as he contined to sip his coffee, loving the taste of it. He glanced at one of the many mutants around them. His light eyes watching. The mutant looked away. He grumbled something about stupid people watching him. Then she spoke again. ”Right. So we do a sneek attack against one of the most consentraited area for mutants? They are US Military. Attack a military base and we all die. They may be mutants but they’ve got the government on their side.” he said a bit sharply, mainly because he was frustraited. He leaned back, glaring at the cup in his hand. ”It’s been a long week.” he muttered. ``statsdone ``tagging Anyone who’s brotherhood/thinking of becoming brotherhood ``word count### Somethin? ``clothes click ``listening to Stuff (Doctor Who. xD) ``notes Roland’s… Amusing ``lyrics: hello brooklyn by all time low made by megaru . don't steal. it's so not cool. she will sick ninjas on your butt if you steal.[/center]
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Post by Terri 'Tribal' Valiant on Aug 5, 2011 12:21:46 GMT -6
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Post by Flame on Aug 5, 2011 12:37:20 GMT -6
Roland nodded. ”Bit more than that to the man. He’s helped a lot in getting Mutants their rights. Though not enough. Our Intel says that Shadow mind was very close to Professor X, but not an X-men. So we did some digging. Can’t find much, but there’s a resemblance between the professor and this Shadow Mind.” he said softly, leaning forward a bit. He sighed. ”Unless you’re a wolf. Or a pack of them.” he muttered. ”And they are the wolves. We’d have to nab someone. Someone important. And none of Rogue Eagle’s people are weak. Elements. Stuff that can block most of us. Air, Earth, Water, Fire. The only one they don’t have is Metal.” he said simply, shrugging. ”We could try it. But I don’t think it’ll work. The X-men may still be reeling, but the SMMO never delt with Charles Xavier. They just kept going. They resently nabbed a Mutant out of a testing facility on the congo. All over the news. Though apparently one of the mutants went nuts. Melted the place.” he muttered, half talking out loud, half thinking. ”Really I just need to pinpoint which mutant is Rogue Eagle. That’s the main problem. We can’t get a hold on who or what she is.” ``statsdone ``tagging Anyone who’s brotherhood/thinking of becoming brotherhood ``word count### Somethin? ``clothes click ``listening to Stuff (Doctor Who. xD) ``notes Roland’s… Amusing ``lyrics: hello brooklyn by all time low made by megaru . don't steal. it's so not cool. she will sick ninjas on your butt if you steal.[/center]
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Post by Terri 'Tribal' Valiant on Aug 5, 2011 14:03:16 GMT -6
Dropping the idea, for it was pretty clear Roland didn't like it, Terri focused more on what he was saying about Shadowmind and Eagle. "Close to Xavier but not a X-man? Was he student at the school or something? Maybe someone that man took in. He took in alot of troubled mutants during the governments attempts to register us and everything, right?"
Thoughts of the boy and the x-men vanished as she blinded wildly at Roland. She wasn't sure what he was saying really. Melted? Like burned it down or - "Melted it? Like to the Ground melted?" She shook her head sadly, heaving a sigh. "And they call US the bad guys. Maybe they should be looking more inside their own ranks with that sorta going on."
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Post by Flame on Aug 9, 2011 8:11:40 GMT -6
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