LovelyAnastasia

X-Men: The Divided

Asha grabbed Aya and flew her up over the manor lol

X-Men: The Divided

Asha grabbed Aya and flew her up over the manor lol

X-Men: The Divided

Asha had awoken from her light slumber on the sandy shore of the lake to a weird flashing light. Well, it was more like flickering. What was that? It had ruined her dreamless sleep. Something she hadn't reveling in in such a long time. In her jeans and shirt, which had been under her black clothes, she floated up in the air sleepily, rubbing her eyes. Looking up at the window that was flashing, she frowned. What were they doing? If they were having a rave, they were doing it wrong. She should know. She was her own personal rave every time she got excited.

Flying over to the window, she hovered in front of it for a moment. That girl... Aya? This didn't look good at all. Hesitating she shook her head, drifting backwards. No. Aya was in trouble. She had to help now! Putting her hands in front of her, light blasted through the window, the UV rays soaked in from the starlight scorching the sides from where her blast had left a nice sized hole. Oops... Too much maybe? Well, it was just the window.

She shot into the room and hovered over a haywire Aya who was stumbling about. Her power was zipping about uncontrollably, glass breaking and things all thrown about. There was sparking light everywhere and Asha put her arms up. It didn't burn, those sparks of electricity, but they felt more like being hit by switches. Where was Aya? The bathroom! Shooting into the room Asha gasped as Aya tried to electrocute herself, screaming at her to leave her alone.

"Like hell moron!" she shouted right back, with a force that shocked even Asha herself. Grabbing the other girl around her waist, she dragged her backwards, flying out of the room, right back out of the hole she had shot in the other girl's bedroom. Shooting up into the sky, leaving a streak of shimmering colors and stardust, she held onto the girl with surprising ease. It was like hold a gallon of milk in both arms. Only slightly uncomfortable, but bearable.

Hovering over the manor she shook the screaming girl. "Aya, look!" she shouted at her, "Look at me and stop screaming!" Asha's glimmering face, dancing with sparkling soft colors just beneath her skin, her eyes were a mirada of rainbow light. Her usual quiet voice was clearer than crystal, stern and striking in its musical tone. "What do you think you were about to do, huh?" her voice turned more gentle, but kept it's odd clarity, "Do you think that is anyway to deal with things? I don't know what you are upset about, but I can tell you that almost everyone here has felt your pain."

"But dying doesn't cure anything," she flew a bit higher, the rush of wind getting colder and stronger as it passed by them in hard currents, "It only causes grief to everyone else around you. I could drop you into the lake right below us and help you destroy yourself, but then what?" She took a breath in and gave Aya a good glare, which looked unusual on her face. "You'd never get a chance to fix anything," she said softly, "To help yourself by learning how to control you power." She finally did wince though, "Speaking of, could you maybe stop with the shooting electricity? It stings a bit, even for someone who is power by UV light..."

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

I get it! *kicks him in the butt to push him over* Now get ta' postin' yer royal highness!

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

*grins manically* Yessss and off we go~

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

Arren grit his teeth as the arrogant mule who entered the kitchen started to fling things around and play with his weapon in the close quarters. What a child. It was so hard not to smack his hands with the wooden spoon and sent him out of the kitchen with the threat of going without dinner. Or just punch him in the gut and toss him out. So many choices... He sneered at the overly enthusiastic man with his arms crossed over his chest, a sharp cold look piercing into the other person. It held all the regal fury of a nobleman with a bad temper and all the poison of the viper he was named after.

"Aye...'Demoted'..." he smirked, after the captain left, leering after the sauntering form quiet unabashed. Well, at least the ship had one good thing to keep him in a more pleasant mood. Well, at least for a little while only... Too bad it never seemed to last with his hot temperedness. And bloodlust. Things that never served any noble well. Especially not when- Argh. It was better not to think on it. Deal with one problem at a time. Like the problem of someone riffling through what was now his kitchen and slinging about their weapons as they liked in the close quarters.

"How 'bout next time you wish ta' play with toys, you do it outside'a my kitchen?" his soft yet sharp voice hissed, "'Least you'd be likin' more raw onion for meals on th' rest of this trip." He gave him an icy grin and brought his large butcher knife down on the meat next to him, the sound of crushed and slicing flesh as well as cracking bones almost sickening. He hadn't even been looking, but he had cut it perfectly in half with one slam of his blade. Swiftly taking it out he point at the arrogant man.

"You're weapons sully my food," he growled, then pointing to the door, "Out." Him and his rapier could kindly stay out of his kitchen. Flinging it around like he was some laird pissed Arren off. And the Viper wasn't known to be friendly with idiots. Well, the bread for the morning was going to taste a bit like onion thanks to his little show, but maybe if they had some rosemary and garlic Arren could cover it up. He didn't care about arrogant men slinging their blades to brag, just as long as it was not in his work area, messing thing up. Vance. Solomon. They could all get along just fine, so'long they stayed out of his damn kitchen.

He turned to look at the one who had called himself Caelyn and gave him something that resembled a smile. It was almost friendly, if his face wasn't so naturally cold and hard. Giving him a jerk of his head, which seemed like an acknowledgment of some kind, Arren continued to cut up the meat on the counter. "Thanks mate," his husky soft whispering voice murmured, "Food'll be done soon if nay more igits come bargin' in and messin' around."

The Viper obviously did not like crowded small places. Although he was calmly slicing and dicing away, he did seem a bit pale, even for someone with red hair. Making a noise of annoyance he slammed him blade into the meat over and over again, before slamming it into the wood and leaving it jutting in the counter. He gripped his hands which seemed to be trembling slightly. Where was his usual cold calmness? Suppressing things was his talent. So why did it escape him now? Dammit all... He leaned on the counter and let out a small rushed breath. Anger was such a hard thing for him to control. His trigger finger was itching, he lust for a fight boiling up inside him. Save it. No need ta' make people wanna slit yer throat when yer sleepin' even more than they do now...

"Bloody hell," he grumbled, grabbing a black pan and starting to sauté the onions for the meat. A stew of pork, vegetables and potatoes with a side of rosemary bread and apple pastries would have to do for something so short notice. With all his fury working into the pace of how he cooked, delicious smells were soon wafting around the kitchen in no time. Once everything was on a cook space of cooking, Arren leaned back and wiped of his hands. Ah, he felt better... He started peeling more apples for tomorrow's breakfast, slender fingers on the shining blade, letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

Teen Titans: A New Era

kingdomkeylight said
Don't you get antsy with me woman XP

I will get antsy when I want to considerin' everyone disappears from this place just as much as I do!

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

Heh heh heh the good kind of distraction~ Eeeeey slave boy dance for us won't you~?

Teen Titans: A New Era

Well someone needs to post. It's been a week. *taps foot and huffs*

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

Okay question. Can the male slave belly dance? Cuz that would be awesome. He'd have to dress prettyily too. Not too pretty but pretty enough. Kinda like:



Cuz if he can, Arren's toootally gonna get him to do it. *devious grin*