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Post by Devastation on Oct 29, 2009 20:21:20 GMT
A romantic get away to Boston. It was perfect, lovely villa, great shopping, A-class dining all the way. There had only been a slight glitch in plans the 11:59 pm train from NYC to BMA had left one passenger. Incapacitated on a bench at the boarding ramp. He'd probably receive the evening in jail for public drunkenness and then when his lovely date returned to New York he'd have to apologize profusely for letting her spend the weekend alone in Boston.
Unfortunately that's how his date had planned it.
Kendra Roberts was soaking up the shopping today like every other day she'd been on her long weekend. It was getting late and she figured she'd better retire early for the evening, get changed and hit a club later that night. Who knows she may even find a little romance on this 'romantic' trip.
Just as she was rounding the corner to the parking garage that led out to a street she'd realized was a short cut from the hotel to the shops she was met by a young man in a black turtle neck. "Hey missy, I heard you were one of them muties." He said with a sadistic smirk.
Kendra gave him a quizzical look, if he made her drop those gorgeous new shoes she'd kill him- but first she'd make him buy her a new pair.
"Where did you hear that?" The woman said clutching her bags closer to her.
"From me!" Another man said, closing off the alley way with two others, a woman about Kendra's height and another man.
Kendra sighed, when would some one have seen her using her powers on this trip, she wracked her brain only to realize at the station she'd switched from being a cute little blonde to her normal self while in the bathroom stall. The it hit her, the man was the one that saw her.
"What the hell were you peeping in the bathroom for!?" She said with a glare in his direction.
"So it is true!?" The woman said walking towards Kendra with a gun that didn't look like something that could be bought out of a pawn shop.
"Oh shit." Kendra said realizing this was more dangerous that a bunch of bigots attacking her or muggers. Not only that but she'd unconsciously told them what they wanted to know.
Quickly she realized if she changed into Deva she'd have a good chance of getting out with out a scratch, or at least minimal damage- but she'd loose her purchases.
"Some one help me!" She screamed finally deciding she could loose her precious new clothes.
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Post by Primarch on Oct 29, 2009 20:45:02 GMT
Alexander Linton-Davis, born in Ireland, spent his teen years in Genosha and now was living in America, there had been other places visited in between, but these were the big places in his life. On this fine day in the land of the free *cough*BS*cough* he had taken a trip into town to pick up some fresh threads, a new nice shirt and a pair of jeans.
His delightful day was interrupted when he heard someone calling for help, some woman being mugged, he could easily zoom over and kick the snot out of them all. But he couldn't risk showing off his powers, not so totally exposed in broad daylight. Mutant hate was on the rise. Still, he could let them know there was witnesses present. "We got a problem here folks?" he asked, walking towards them.
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Post by Devastation on Oct 29, 2009 20:53:44 GMT
Kendra looked at the strapping man who was before her. He was quite good looking what with that shoulder length hair and that lovely body- he obviously payed attention to the details in a good work out regimen.
"Their attacking me!" She shouted ready to save her self if this good looking guy turned out to be one of the jerks surrounding her.
"Don't come any closer mister! This woman is a mutant an abomination!" The woman with the gun shouted taking another step towards Kendra.
Kendra really didn't like that gun, almost as much as she didn't like that woman's outfit and hair cut.
"Come any closer to me and you'll be a stain on the sidewalk." Kendra hissed at the woman her voice sounding like two voices at once.
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Post by Primarch on Oct 29, 2009 21:17:13 GMT
Now that Alex was close, it was apparent they had more cover then he had expected, and there was increasing reason to start beating people when the woman made a reference to mutant abominations.
There was a blur of motion, one moment Alex was standing there, the next he was in between the victim and the three attackers, the gun on his hand, he tossed it into the air, before bringing up his other hand, giving each one a slap across the face, more so to show them how fast he was, and that he could easily embarrass them, a kick to the shin here, an eye poke there, pushing the last over a moved foot to trip him up. "I will kick you all to death if you don't leave now." he informed, just waiting for them to make the next move.
Then the gun dropped into his hand, with a slow motion he bit away the barrel, before casually chewing it up and spitting it at the woman.
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Post by Devastation on Oct 29, 2009 21:57:32 GMT
The group clearly saw they were out matched sing the guy hard torn their only weapon apart with his teeth and mocked them with his taunting little jabs and took off running, they didn't name a faction or group so try couldn't be traced. They hoped.
"Wow stranger." Kendra said her hair was full of blond strands and her eyes were pure white now. The transformation to Deva had started when threatened.
Shaking her head her eyes returned to their blue color and the golden tint that had begin to form around her eyes and lips faded back to the color or her make up. "You can really put on a show."
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Post by Primarch on Oct 29, 2009 22:51:31 GMT
"Thanks." he replied, as he watched the bunch of goons run off. That was a shame, he was hoping for bit more of a tussle. That wasn't even a slap up. How was a guy supposed to flex his muscles? The only effort in that fight was not killing them with a tiny flick of his wrists. "I try." he continued with a smile, turning back to face the woman. "Are you alright?" he asked, assuming she'd be more shook up then physically injured.
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Post by Devastation on Oct 29, 2009 22:54:40 GMT
"Yeah." She said using one hand to flip her hair from over her shoulder. "I'm just glad I didn't have to drop any of my bags. I'm not into having to return things."
Against those freaks, she could have handled her self nicely, but with her bags she wasn't about to risk having anything broken or ruined.
Imagine explaining that one to the shop clerk. 'I was attacked and they ruined by stuff but I didn't call the police because they'd side with the other guys.' It was a conversation she was going to have.
"So your a mutie too then?" She smirked mimicking the tone used by the other man when he'd asked her what she was.
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Post by Primarch on Nov 2, 2009 21:29:15 GMT
"Mutie?" he asked, that word had been popping up recently, used alot, usually followed by "freak" or something similar. "I'm pretty sure the PC term is mutant, and the scientific term is Homo Superior." Next she'd ask some random black guy what plantation did his grandparents work at.
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Post by Devastation on Nov 5, 2009 3:37:07 GMT
Kendra sighed, this guy was a stiff. Damn, she was looking for a fellow who wanted to play hero and dash away with a smirk and a wink, not this smart ass.
"Guess you don't get sarcasm." The mutant woman said brushing her long pony tail off of her shoulder. "Listen thanks for the help. But I'm not new to this mutant thing, I know the terms." How could she not? She'd seen the news, met a few under ground groups, Mutans were every where these days.
They were about as popular as Vampires after Twilight.
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Post by Primarch on Nov 5, 2009 23:37:47 GMT
Alex just gave, it was something of a nod. "Right...its bad enough that the rest of them are saying it, we don't need ourselves spreading it around. Its hardly helping." While the concept of mutants saying it to remove its sting had occurred to him, he had no belief that it would be achievable. Not...even....nearly.
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Post by Devastation on Nov 6, 2009 4:14:13 GMT
Kendra gave a little sigh. "Hey how about I buy you a coffee for saving me? " She said in a neutral tone.
She didn't mean the 'let's do coffee' innuendo where a couple really meant going to have coffee for retiring to one house or the other, She meant it in the plutonic 'let's have a cup of coffee' way.
It was times like these Kendra really wished she had a car to stow her bags in, but going under a fake name as she had for so long kind of made it hard to legally do- well anything really.
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Post by Primarch on Nov 7, 2009 21:30:00 GMT
Ah....coffee....yes, time for some hot coffee. About time too, Alex hadn't had coffee in nearly three hours, he was dying for it. Sure he didn't really get the oomf out of caffeine, but that didn't mean he didn't love it. Taste and all that. "Yeah I could go for a coffee....." he could do with some sugar too...he wasn't naturally as sweet as he was.
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Post by Devastation on Nov 9, 2009 6:12:33 GMT
Kendra smirked if she didn't think he was such a tight ass she might have looped her arm with his like she did so many other men when she was looking for some one to carry her bags or buy her a drink. Though technically she was paying and he seemed the time to push her away so it probably wasn't a good idea to be so bold.
"So where'd you learn to handle your 'gifts' like that?" The woman asked, she probably needed a little more training than she had now.
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Post by Primarch on Nov 9, 2009 19:32:17 GMT
Now, technically Alexander learned how to control his gifts in Genosha, and he wasn't ashamed of it at all, but as the world at large knew it as basically an island of terrorists, regardless of how untrue it was, it often wasn't the best to idea to come out and tell someone you lived in Genosha for a very long time.
"Practice makes perfect." which was to a degree true. "Lots of broken glasses trying to get my super strength in check, then shaking hands." hold the glass, and try not to break it, harder then it seems.
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Post by Devastation on Nov 10, 2009 4:32:07 GMT
The mutant woman laughed a bit at his comment. "I see, well I trust you got it all down now. Wouldn't want you spilling coffee all over your self." She smiled flipping her bangs off her fore head with a flick of her head.
Kendra stopped when they reached one of those small artsy coffee shop most urban cities boasted and opened the door to see a couple of kids in all black glaring to see older people coming in an ruining their rebellious vibe. Kendra smirked and walked passed them swinging her shopping bags, and made her way to the counter. "So what'll you have Mr... I didn't get your name."
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