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Post by Faith Webster on Nov 25, 2011 16:40:21 GMT -6
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Faith was outside, the school was crowded, more so than usual, and she just couldn’t handle the crowds that were converging all over the place. She was her father’s daughter, even down to the lone gruffness that he sometimes isn’t above using to get the annoying people away from him. However she wasn’t outside working through her training moves that Weapon X had taught her as a child because some kid wouldn’t leave her alone. No. She was outside training slash working out, because her anger and rage was clawing away at her from the inside. Her memories slash nightmares were increasing in intensity, and now it was nearly impossible for her to get any kind of sleep. She was lucky to get even an half hour now, and her grades showed that much. She continued to punch and kick at the air around her, hoping the routine movements would calm her. Instead of doing that, the strikes only caused her to become more alarm of her surroundings.
She sniffed the air, smelling someone approach her, and fought the urge to extend her claws. The animal inside her clawed at her trying to eat up the rage in her, wanting to be free. This person was entering her territory, but when the moved to dodge an invisible strike at her she saw who it was that wondered over to her area. She sighed heavily wondering what her little brother was doing out here. He normally was with his mother in her garden or with their father, and he hardly ever wondered around. Especially if he knew she was out somewhere. She burrowed her brow in worry, and slowed down her workout to a stop. She turned to face him as she walked closer, and stopped just before reaching him. ”Kofi, is everything alright?” She asked him, knowing that since he is her younger brother and who was out there gunning for her, her father, and if they knew about him, Kofi. She just couldn’t let anything happen to her younger brother, even if it means she would be recaptured.
348 | kofi/open | is trying to be a good big sis
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Post by kofi on Nov 25, 2011 17:56:12 GMT -6
Kofi James Howlett, known as Jamie to many of his friends was angry. He could hear blood pounding in his ears and everything was starting to turn gray. Giving a muffled shout he stomped off, he couldn’t believe what had happened. He was in trouble for doing well in the danger room. It wasn’t his fault that the people they kept putting his against weren’t up to his level. His latest session had been a game of capture the flag and he had ended up in a fight with someone from the other team. Jamie won the fight but it had ended up getting out of hand, he had broken the other mutants arm before the professor had ended the simulator. After nearly twenty minutes of being scolded Jamie could stand it anymore.
Rage was clouding his mind, his hands hurt terribly and all he wanted to do was break things. It wasn’t his fault that he was better trained then the new kids; it wasn’t his fault that they kept putting him with the weaker students. Fighting was in his blood and both of his parents have rather destructive powers he was predisposed to anger like this. Jamie could feel his eyes clouding over and turning white as the air around him swirled with the slow building of a storm. Growling he shook his head and attempted to control his atmokinesis. Storming outside he scanned the grounds, looking for someone to calm his rage; Jamie tilted his head and tried to clear his mind. He saw Faith, his sister. The throbbing in his head had stopped but he growing pain in his hands made him grit his teeth.
It had been getting worse for almost a year now, the pain in his hands. Jamie had no idea what it was and he was honestly a little worried. His healing factor should have taken care of it a long time ago, but still the pain persisted. Clenching and unclenching his hands he headed toward his sister. The little Howlett was careful; he knew that Faith was dangerous so he waited until she acknowledged him. It seemed she was in a mood; Jamie couldn’t help but hope that maybe he could get her to spar with him. His anger from before was no longer overwhelming it was more muted but still burning under the surface. When she asked him what was wrong he couldn’t help but feel stupid. What was he even going to say? Kofi James let his head drop and after his hands flared with pain he decided it might be time to mention it to someone. “Uh…my healing factor isn’t working anymore.” Jamie blinked at his rather stupid sentence, it was working just not in his hands.
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Post by tommy on Nov 25, 2011 20:40:41 GMT -6
It wasn't exactly the best setting for Tommy, in fact it was the worst. He'd jump through rooftops, trek the sewers, he'd even go through a maze filled with gorgons and griffins and other assorted mythical death bringers before he hung around a school. He imagined it as a mundane place of very little actual educational value containing a bunch of ignorant people who talked about nothing of true significance and thought every little problem was a disaster. 'Oh no, I have a zit' Tommy himself has had to get through a maximum security building without about sex bullets left, a zit would be considered a blessing. But really it was just that Tommy had never been to school before today, well he wasn't in school he was outside of a school, but he's never gotten the experience, not that he wants it.
He was leaning against a wall, wearing a navy blue hoodie that was pretty similar to his regular mission attire, the hood covered most of his face. He had jeans and some sneakers on, he made sure it was easy to move in. He wore a backpack, but instead of books he held guns, tranquilizer darts, a combat knife, and other assorted weapons of varying lethality. He looked like one of the regular loners that hang around the front of schools, but he was on a mission. Some labs had paid him a pretty hefty sum to retrieve a weapon, except it was as simple as a sword or a gun, it was a hot girl. It was an extension to the famed project that created Wolverine, that was all he was allowed to know. He had studied Wolverine extensively training under his father, if she was tailored around Wolverine than Tommy could handle her, but he knew it wouldn't be simple, arriving here it was obvious that it'd be much more worse than he expected.
He wore headphones to make it look like he was minding his own business, he stood a few meters away from the target, Faith, and watched her carefully from the corner of his eye. She was practicing some of the moves she learned in the project, it was impressive, but nothing he hasn't seen, or done himself. He could tell by her strikes and body movements which he memorized that she was obviously angry, or frustrated, or a dangerous combination of the two. An angry woman was bad enough, but an angry woman with indestructible claws that can cut through anything had to top the 'don't mess with me' charts. On top of that was another variable, the younger kid. Research showed that the kid was her brother, less experienced but probably still dangerous. Unlike his sister, it seemed his skeleton wasn't infused with adamantium, so he wouldn't be as a big of a problem as Faith, but he was also angry and he wasn't completely sure what he was capable of. He had to play it quiet still and wait for a chance. He inspected the area to see if she had some belongings around, a water or sports drink bottle, he couldn't be direct, he had to be patient.
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Post by Faith Webster on Nov 25, 2011 22:31:34 GMT -6
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Faith sniffed the air, clearly smelling the scent of frustration and anger rolling off of her little brother. She knew that someone had pissed of her Kofi, and she wondered who in their right mind thought that it was alright to piss off a kid of the infamous Wolverine? She was going to have to have a ‘nice chat’ with them, and to let them know that angering one of the members of Clan Howlett would not be beneficial for anyone’s health. Still trying to fill the big sister role, she placed a hand on his shoulder and attempted to give him an ‘it is alright’ smile. She of course figured it was wrong and fearsome looking, but then she never really has smiled before…period. She never really had a reason to before, with her being born in a lab and military facility and all. She knew how to be fearsome, kill someone, and fight. She had learned inadvertently how to torture someone, and knew how to evade a gunfight. But being a daughter and a sister was something she did not know how to do. Well not like someone who wasn’t born and raised like she was.
”Uh…my healing factor isn’t working anymore.”
Her brother’s answer caught he off guard, and she looked at him her brow burrowed even further than before. What he told her didn’t make sense to her. Not one bit. Her or her father’s healing factor never did stop. Thus why they had been forced to undergo the adamantium bonding process. So she knew all about the healing factor, and that it just doesn’t stop working. ”Kofi, your healing factor doesn’t just stop working. Not without an explanation. Why do you think it just…stopped?” She tried to be the caring, kind, big sister that she wanted to be with him. She led him over to a nearby stone bench and sat down one end, and motioned her brother to sit down next to her. She was going to find out what was going on, and perhaps to see if she can help fix it. Well, that is what she thought that big sisters would do for their little brothers. And right now it looked like her brother needed help, and she wouldn’t turn him away.
A gentle breeze came toward, and Faith automatically sniffed the air. Her training making her more aware of her surroundings than her brother. He wasn’t trained to constantly keep a lookout for danger around him 24/7 like her. So every so often, she would sniff the air around her naturally as if she were breathing. When a new scent came downwind, one she didn’t’ recognize, she growled a soft warning for the owner of the scent to back off and leave her alone. She could care less if the owner of the scent heard her or not, just as long as they stayed far enough away from her and her brother. She put the new scent aside, choosing to focus her attention on her brother. However she was still aware of the new scent and had her ‘reserved’ senses, which were her regular senses but trained to keep track of something even when she was focused elsewhere, focused on the scent. So if it moved, she would hear and smell it as well as knowing what direction it was moving.
557 | kofi/open | what do ya mean it isn’t working?
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Post by kofi on Dec 2, 2011 19:42:00 GMT -6
Jamie bit his lip and looked away from his sister. He knew how stupid it sounded, how foolish but it was the best way he could explain it. Kofi clenched and unclenched his hands, the throbbing continuing the more frustrated her became. "Look, I know it sounds stupid but..." Jamie grit his teeth as a particularly sharp spike occurred in his hands. Jamie growled and shook out his hands. "It's my hands!" Jamie rubbed his hands harshly and wanted to scream. Pain wasn't a problem for him, he was fairly used to it but the constant slowly increasing pain was beginning to drive him mad. "It hurts and it wont stop! Jamie wanted to punch something, he wanted to scream to shout and to make the pain in his hands stop before he hurt someone. The rage that he had slowly pushed away just moment ago was building again. Jamie could feel his atmokinesis stir, as it always did when he was angry.
The uncontrolled power caused the winds to pick up slightly and Jamie knew from experience that his eyes would slowly begin to turn white, like his mother's eyes did when she used her powers. Sucking in a deep breathe Jamie managed to shove the atmokinesis down enough to keep it from lashing out, but his eyes remained white. Jamie heard his sister scent the air and tilted his head trying to smell what she had. His efforts only made him want to sneeze. Jamie didn't have the skills or experience to really separate all the scents that he received around the school. "Nothing has ever hurt this long, Faith. Nothing! My healing factor has always fixed it." Jamie told his sister his voice angry and rough. "It's been like this for...months." Jamie should have said something sooner but he had managed to put it out of his mind until the pain got worse and worse.
Jamie was hopeful that Faith would know what was wrong with him. He was slowly going mad from the pain, it was starting to effect his training and his powers. He had more of a hair trigger then ever before. He was getting more and more aggressive everyday and people were starting to notice. Jamie stared at his sister and frowned, she looked tense, Jamie felt his own senses tingle. His ears strained and his nose took in the smells from around around him. "Faith? What's wrong?" He asked quietly, not wanting to draw any more attention. Jamie flinched from a particularly sharp flash of pain when it hit him. He wasn't sure what to do, or even if he should do something. Maybe he should leave it Faith? Jamie gasped softly and bit down on his tongue hard enough to taste blood, that one hurt...he looked down at his hands that he had clenched tightly to try and ward off the pain.
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Post by tommy on Dec 3, 2011 15:06:54 GMT -6
He watched the brother and sister talk amongst each other for a bit, it was obvious the boy was disconcerted with something, but what the trouble was exactly wasn't clear to Tommy. He saw he was rubbing his hands a bit but that was likely due to stress, or with being related to her something to do with his claws possibly. All the weapon X projects were the same essentially, crazy instinct driven people with claws, he supposed the kids that weren't in the project were the same but with weaker claws, if he wasn't careful he'd be dealing with two animals at the same time.
The situation took a bit of a twist when the wind seemed to magically pick up, much more than it should. You didn't need to be a meteorologist to know that wind doesn't just go from a slight breeze to a large wind like that, and the fact that it suddenly stopped too proved it was unnatural. What's worse was, the wind seemed to be connected to the little animal's reaction, even if they were slight. That'd be just perfect if he had to deal with two clawed fighters, one who can apparently control the weather, this was gonna suck. They seemed heavily involved with their own situation, so he had to take his chance now.
He drew two guns from under his sweater and aimed them both at the two. Instead of ineffective bullets, they held highly potent tranquilizers, ones that would knock out anyone, even those with healing factors, he only needed one. He had to grab Faith alive, but taking out the boy would help him out more. The guns were silent as they fired, he let out two perfect shots, one would each hit the necks of the two, knocking them out if it went well, if not then he was ready for a fight...or so he hoped.
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Post by Faith Webster on Dec 5, 2011 1:41:30 GMT -6
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Faith watched her younger brother as he bit his bottom lip and looked away from her. She studied him much like she would study her targets before she would plan to sink her claws into their tender, yielding flesh to study their mannerisms and learn their habits. She took one of her automatic sniffs of the air and smelled his anger and frustration roll off of him again, and she automatically wrapped her arm around his shoulders in a vain effort to calm him down. She knew that being Storm’s son as well as Logan’s his inherited power set was majorly destructed, and it could be even more so if not controlled. So when the wind around them picked up, she tightened her hold on her little brother.
She heard every single word he told her, and she in turn bit her lip in thought. She didn’t know what was wrong with her little brother, but she had an idea of what it might be. She didn’t have the loving care he had growing up, as her claws and abilities were forced out of her at a very early age. She let his shoulders go, and soothed his hair as she had often seen Storm do to soothe him when he was upset. ”I’m not sure what it is, Kofi. I was forced to develop my powers and abilities very early. But from the way you are rubbing your knuckles, and how you tell me that your hands have been hurting for months…I might have an idea of what it could be. But the only way I know of how to possibly make it better is not going to be fun. And Dad would kill me if he ever found out. Not to mention what Storm would do to me…” She finally said, knowing that if it was indeed his claws wanting to ‘come in’ she was going to have to get him so angry that it would be instinct to have them come out. He wouldn’t have ever been the angry she needed to make him, and when that comes she’ll have to actually hurt him like she was hurt.
When he asked her what is wrong, Faith held up her hand to quiet him. She was now focused on her surroundings, and her instinct was telling her that there was something off about the environment around her. Kofi gasped her name again, and she turned to look at him. She smelled his blood when he bit his tongue, and that was the same time that she heard the whistling of air around a sailing projectiles straight toward them. Her mind quickly calculated how far and how fast they were traveling. She grabbed Kofi’s head and pushed him down out of the way of whatever was sailing toward them, and extended one set of her claws and batted the other one headed towards the back of her own neck. She growled a warning, and expertly maneuvered her little brother under the stone bench they were just moments before sitting on. ”Stay here, Kofi.” She ordered him for his safety as she extended both sets of claws.
She had doubt that he actually would, knowing that she wouldn’t either if she was the one in his place. But that didn’t stop her from hoping that he would. She turned around and sniffed the air again, this time in full tracking and ready to attack mode. She quickly zeroed in upon their attacker’s location, and bounded off toward it murder in her eyes. ”You better say your prayers, ‘cause I’m gonna kill ya! Attacking me is one thing, but going after my brother is warrant for murder!” She snarled at whoever had shot at them, she rushed toward the scent and used the home field advantage as she had learned these grounds since she had shown up. She zigged and zagged in and out of the trees to make herself a harder target for another shot.
665 | kofi/open | shouldn’t have aimed for her brother
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