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She's saying that side-characters should be as such and shouldn't be the main focus of any given post or set of posts, seeing as the primary characters are just that - primary. Rather than making an entire plotline up for someone who may not even be used or go on missions (such as Bloom in this example) it's not really necessary to come up with and promote a dramatic storyline because that takes away from the focus which is, well, the X-Men.
I think that map works well enough, Anastasia. Having everyone on the same page is for the best anyway, so that's my vote.
Going to edit my post to include Zagan, I got all screwed up on what time it was for all of the posts - it seemed like there was a few different little pockets of time and space going on there.
Edited. Zagan, it's up to you if you want to simply toss her off or let her go through with the action. If you want to collaborate on the reaction, send me a PM.
Edited. Zagan, it's up to you if you want to simply toss her off or let her go through with the action. If you want to collaborate on the reaction, send me a PM.
Laura stopped and assessed this new student as a threat. Having virtually no information on the target made her uncomfortable and instead of attempting to subdue, which would have likely made the situation a thousand times worse. She stepped aside. Her gaze followed the glowing woman's trail right out the window. In hindsight, the panic attack seemed a bit inevitable. She blinked and paused, staring out the window. "Was it something I said?" she questioned, completely free of facetiousness.
She eyed the marks on Aya's face surreptitiously and decided not to say anything, she'd already scared off one student and didn't really feel like running off a second.
"I hope that she knew she could fly, but something tells me that is not the case," she mused rather plainly. The idea troubled her, but it didn't show. Every bit of data she had gathered on the new student already lead her to some interesting conclusions about what was going on with her, but addressing them directly might not be the best policy. She'd have to consult her adoptive father, he'd know what to do. Besides...if there were any two that could keep a secret in the mansion, it was them.
With a twitch of her nose X caught a new scent. A predatory scent, but no foot steps. She pulled her hands from her pockets and extended one set of claws immediately. She twisted and spun from the window and ran at the wall instead. Leaping for the wall, she tucked in her legs and pushed off with all of her strength, effectively launching herself at the floating target. She reached for his throat with one hand claws following close behind with the other. The entire process a complete reaction, she barely had time to think until she was in the air, wondering who and what this mutant was capable of. She knew neither of these things, only that she must protect the mansion at any cost.
"Sleeping it off, huh? I hope they sleep alright," she tossed back without missing a beat; knowing exactly how the team operated had its advantages. It would do no good to express concern or worry, if they were home then they had the best care imaginable. And, as she knew, she was on a strictly need-to-know basis. If it was really bad, she'd know.
Bloom listened Sarah's quip with a barely suppressed snicker before deciding to put the milk back, green tea tasted better plain to her anyway. "That sounds quite lovely, both of you. I'll get the nice cups then, we'll be so fancy," she purred out and almost danced over to another cupboard. She retrieved three tea cups and saucers, slightly bigger than your average china, but decorated with intricate little flowers of red, white and green. She set them on the table and moved to grab a hot pad, in anticipation of the kettle.
She eyed the marks on Aya's face surreptitiously and decided not to say anything, she'd already scared off one student and didn't really feel like running off a second.
"I hope that she knew she could fly, but something tells me that is not the case," she mused rather plainly. The idea troubled her, but it didn't show. Every bit of data she had gathered on the new student already lead her to some interesting conclusions about what was going on with her, but addressing them directly might not be the best policy. She'd have to consult her adoptive father, he'd know what to do. Besides...if there were any two that could keep a secret in the mansion, it was them.
With a twitch of her nose X caught a new scent. A predatory scent, but no foot steps. She pulled her hands from her pockets and extended one set of claws immediately. She twisted and spun from the window and ran at the wall instead. Leaping for the wall, she tucked in her legs and pushed off with all of her strength, effectively launching herself at the floating target. She reached for his throat with one hand claws following close behind with the other. The entire process a complete reaction, she barely had time to think until she was in the air, wondering who and what this mutant was capable of. She knew neither of these things, only that she must protect the mansion at any cost.
"Sleeping it off, huh? I hope they sleep alright," she tossed back without missing a beat; knowing exactly how the team operated had its advantages. It would do no good to express concern or worry, if they were home then they had the best care imaginable. And, as she knew, she was on a strictly need-to-know basis. If it was really bad, she'd know.
Bloom listened Sarah's quip with a barely suppressed snicker before deciding to put the milk back, green tea tasted better plain to her anyway. "That sounds quite lovely, both of you. I'll get the nice cups then, we'll be so fancy," she purred out and almost danced over to another cupboard. She retrieved three tea cups and saucers, slightly bigger than your average china, but decorated with intricate little flowers of red, white and green. She set them on the table and moved to grab a hot pad, in anticipation of the kettle.
The chat room is still up if you guys would prefer to talk there. I don't really mind it either way, but it would be easier and/or faster probably.
Aren't Bamf and Darkshadow in the kitchen?
Laura watched the others depart from the jet from inside the hangar with a heavy sigh. She pushed her fingers through her hair, a gesture of exasperation she'd learned from watching too many movies about romance with Jubilation. The mission had gone alright, at least alright as could be expected from their unbalanced makeup. She'd have to talk to the Professor about finding another psychic. It's not that the current team wasn't balanced well, but they simply had no defense against the likes of the Shadow King. All they could do was manage, one teammate incapacitated with one of the most powerful psychics in the world trapped inside her body? That wasn't exactly a clear-cut victory.
She moved from the hangar to the locker room quietly, stripping and suiting up without so much as a glance. Sometimes she forgot other people cared about that sort of thing, another mental note to check off for next time. The notes helped, she decided, as she finished putting on her jeans, belt, white shirt and boots. She pulled one of Logan's old beat-up bomber jackets over her shoulders. It drowned her a bit, but she didn't mind - it was comforting.
The hallways were mostly clear by the time she reached the elevator, but less so as they opened up to reveal what looked to be a new student talking with Aya. The smell of fear permeated the hallway like too much cheap cologne, she took a cautious step towards the pair realizing that, well, she could be rather intimidating. Something else was off, though...
"Is everything alright?" She questioned coolly as she could manage with the sound of their rapidly beating hearts in her ears, her hands stuffed in the fur-lined pockets were clenched. Even after everything, her natural reaction the second she entered a room was to pick the most efficient way to kill everyone and escape. Of course, she'd gotten much better at ignoring it, but picturing the severed arteries of the children you're protecting does little to calm one's nerves.
Melodic, heavily distorted and trudging music played in the green house like an evening drive on opiates. The lyrics were something vague about unrequited love, but the imagery and the way the songstress cooed the words out over the instrumentation was like a white dove flying over a battlefield where both sides lost. The plants loved that sort of music and, well, Bloom tended to agree.
Appolina sang along at parts, in between stopping to converse with some clematis and making sure her daisies had enough to drink. The flowers were much easier to care for than the vegetables, but veggies tended to have a sardonic bite to them that she adored. Of course, who wouldn't be a bit facetious if their sole purpose in life was to die painfully? Well, truly, they couldn't feel the pain, but she had to imagine it. They were all dear to her, after all.
She wiggled her bare toes against the dirty concrete with an airy laugh, singing out the chorus at a low whisper punctuated with a giggle. It was hard to leave this place, but she knew she must. There was only so much she could do for her friends every day, but the peaceful air about the green house, the smell and the warmth of life. It was a retreat in and of itself, her own shangri-la.
After a begrudging foot scrub, she pulled on a pair of beat up cream-colored canvas sneakers and headed back into the mansion, through the kitchen. Whose occupants she recognized immediately. "Hey guys, did it go okay?" She asked with a lofty, almost sing-song tone; switching from speaking to plants to speaking to people was always a bit odd for her (and the people she spoke to, she imagined).
Bloom opened the fridge door, while lightly scratching an exposed tattoo of a ruby throated hummingbird on her athletic waistline - she was wearing a faded grey t-shirt tied up in a knot as per usual. It wasn't a promiscuous thing, though some people might take it that way. She felt more and more like her skin was akin to petals and the sunlight felt like energy, but that wasn't really a preferred explanation. Even around there. She still felt crazy sometimes, but she didn't really mind that if she was the only one that thought that way.
She grabbed a container of milk and moved to the sink after grabbing a small porcelain bowl and the kettle. "Would you guys like some tea? If you don't want black, I'll just heat up the water."
She moved from the hangar to the locker room quietly, stripping and suiting up without so much as a glance. Sometimes she forgot other people cared about that sort of thing, another mental note to check off for next time. The notes helped, she decided, as she finished putting on her jeans, belt, white shirt and boots. She pulled one of Logan's old beat-up bomber jackets over her shoulders. It drowned her a bit, but she didn't mind - it was comforting.
The hallways were mostly clear by the time she reached the elevator, but less so as they opened up to reveal what looked to be a new student talking with Aya. The smell of fear permeated the hallway like too much cheap cologne, she took a cautious step towards the pair realizing that, well, she could be rather intimidating. Something else was off, though...
"Is everything alright?" She questioned coolly as she could manage with the sound of their rapidly beating hearts in her ears, her hands stuffed in the fur-lined pockets were clenched. Even after everything, her natural reaction the second she entered a room was to pick the most efficient way to kill everyone and escape. Of course, she'd gotten much better at ignoring it, but picturing the severed arteries of the children you're protecting does little to calm one's nerves.
Melodic, heavily distorted and trudging music played in the green house like an evening drive on opiates. The lyrics were something vague about unrequited love, but the imagery and the way the songstress cooed the words out over the instrumentation was like a white dove flying over a battlefield where both sides lost. The plants loved that sort of music and, well, Bloom tended to agree.
Appolina sang along at parts, in between stopping to converse with some clematis and making sure her daisies had enough to drink. The flowers were much easier to care for than the vegetables, but veggies tended to have a sardonic bite to them that she adored. Of course, who wouldn't be a bit facetious if their sole purpose in life was to die painfully? Well, truly, they couldn't feel the pain, but she had to imagine it. They were all dear to her, after all.
She wiggled her bare toes against the dirty concrete with an airy laugh, singing out the chorus at a low whisper punctuated with a giggle. It was hard to leave this place, but she knew she must. There was only so much she could do for her friends every day, but the peaceful air about the green house, the smell and the warmth of life. It was a retreat in and of itself, her own shangri-la.
After a begrudging foot scrub, she pulled on a pair of beat up cream-colored canvas sneakers and headed back into the mansion, through the kitchen. Whose occupants she recognized immediately. "Hey guys, did it go okay?" She asked with a lofty, almost sing-song tone; switching from speaking to plants to speaking to people was always a bit odd for her (and the people she spoke to, she imagined).
Bloom opened the fridge door, while lightly scratching an exposed tattoo of a ruby throated hummingbird on her athletic waistline - she was wearing a faded grey t-shirt tied up in a knot as per usual. It wasn't a promiscuous thing, though some people might take it that way. She felt more and more like her skin was akin to petals and the sunlight felt like energy, but that wasn't really a preferred explanation. Even around there. She still felt crazy sometimes, but she didn't really mind that if she was the only one that thought that way.
She grabbed a container of milk and moved to the sink after grabbing a small porcelain bowl and the kettle. "Would you guys like some tea? If you don't want black, I'll just heat up the water."
I'm glad you like her. She is kind of the complete opposite of X, so, this should get interesting. I'll post later today since it's, well, 6 in the morning. 
Name: Appolina Hale
Alias: Bloom
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Powers: Botanokinesis - Bloom can listen, talk to and cause plants to grow as well as revert back to a seed. In theory, she could destroy pretty much anything in a lush enough environment, trap opponents in roots and grasses, but because of her uselessness in most urban environments, she typically does not participate actively as a member of the X-Men.
Personality: She is light, air-y and kind. Often lost in thought she can sometimes appear very aloof, but this is most certainly not the case. She loves to talk to people, to laugh and have fun. That isn't to say she doesn't get serious, but typically she'll have a joke or some whimsical observation to interject and diffuse any situation in danger of becoming serious.
Bio: Appolina grew up in El Dorado Hills, CA to a loving, well-off family. Both of her parents were successful in their respective fields and provided a very lofty life, often giving her the freedom to explore the fields and forests in the area around her. Still, her parents would be away for long periods at a time on business, but that just meant she could spend more time in the woodlands, reading, singing, dancing, whatever struck her fancy for the moment. Life was utterly painless and impressed an optimism upon her that would never cease.
When her powers manifested, all she could hear were barely audible whispers calling to her from the forest. It made no sense, she felt as though her mind was betraying her. Of course, this 'betrayal' lasted until a sunflower sang to her. A rose called her pretty, a dandelion giggled incessantly with her and a thistle asked for a kiss. The whisper only seemed to grow, though, calling her into the forest once more.
After being approached by the Professor with an offer for a particularly special school, her parents supported the decision, knowing full and well who this man was and what that meant for their daughter. "We'd always wondered why the roses never died," her father had joked, ruffling her thick hair about - she would later tattoo the phrase across her collarbone, much to their chagrin. They supported the decision to go to Xavier's school one-hundred percent, out of love for opportunity, their daughter, and a fear of what might happen if someone else discovered she was a mutant first.
And so she lives at the mansion, working on a botany degree with specialized courses and caring for those around her, plants and students alike.
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