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    X-Men: Hunted [IC]

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    Gabriel was lazily watching the small TV in the basement he and a few of the others were holed up in for the last few days. He was waiting for orders from Remy, something to do. He wanted to get back to the others, and continue to battle against the UO. He sighed, as there were footage of destruction in Europe, apparently caused by the mutants, that had been stopped by the M.H.S in Germany. Gabriel scoffed. "More like them protecting themselves.." He mumbled. As Lorna peaked out of the tiny-kitchen room, where she had been doing the dishes. "What's that, Gabriel?" Lorna asked him, with a light chuckle.

    Gabriel found the woman with Green hair amusing, she was nice ,friendly and knew how to keep things together. She took care of the young mutants, kept them fed, and kept them safe. She was the serious counter-part to Remy's goofyness. You'd rarely hear Lorna be comically witty, if she ever said something turely hilarious, it would've been soaked in irony. " Oh, nothing, Dale." Gabriel responded. He turned off the TV as he looked at the watch around his wrist. Remy should get here soon, from one of his supplies runs. Gabriel nodded to Lorna, that he'd go out and look over the perimeters, they were just a few clicks away from a city, and where there are humans, there are soldiers, Gabriel thought to himself, with a light sigh, as he saw the run-down Toyota Supra pull up the road, he hunched down, as he picked up a pair of binocoloars that hung by his side, and looked at the car, he knew it was Remy's car, but he had to be sure, better safe than sorry, and all that.

    He saw that Remy was driving, and that a girl was riding shotgun. Oh great. Gabriel thought, as he turned around, and got back into the basement. "Where's Buddy? Remy's back, he brought a girl with him, apparently." Gabriel told Lorna, whom turned around. " A girl?" She asked rather quickly.

    Gabriel knew they'd have to move in a few hours, Nevada wasn't far away. They'd get back to base and pick up the rest of their supplies, before they'd set off, to try and find 'Vegas'. Gabriel was doubtful that Vegas even exists, but he was hopeful, he had to be.
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    With its peeling paint-job, tired tyres and cracked headlight, the Toyota Supra that roared down the road was no example of technological wonder, but it served its purpose of getting from A to B - and that was all that Remy LeBeau cared about as he repeatedly checked his mirrors, ever wary that he would be followed. Thankfully, this seemed not to be the case. He could easily have held his own, but having this girl alongside him in combat would be a burden he didn't know he could carry - he didn't know what she was capable of. In fact, he didn't know much about her at all - her name was Erin, she was definitely a mutant and she was obviously struggling with the concept, having intended to jump off a bridge but a few hours ago. 'It's a good job I found her in time...' he thought to himself, continuing to check for trackers following him. The coast was clear. 'This war is really fucking kids up.' he noted, wondering what the girl was thinking as she sat watching the roads blur past the window.

    Unfortunately, Erin was not wondering what the man who had introduced himself as Gambit. He was thinking loudly, it seemed, and no matter how hard she tried to block out his thoughts, they insisted on penetrating her mind. His thoughts echoed through her brain - "fucking kids up, fucking kids up, fucking kids up..." It made her feel even worse; not only was she a mutant, a freak, a monster... but she was fucked up, too. She sat and wallowed in her own self-hatred for the remainder of the journey, pulling down the arms of her huge jumper to cover her fingers that were looking especially plump.

    As they pulled up outside a shack, Gambit lead her into the basement - it was considerably more intact than its above-ground counterpart, but it was still very humble. Inside, there were already two people waiting for them in what seemed like a makeshift lounge area - a boy who looked around her age and a woman with striking green hair. The mixture of thoughts she could hear were dizzying - her own, Gambits, these two and more muffled ones coming from the various corridors -and so she couldn't really filter them apart, but the tones of these two did not sound pleased to see her arrival.

    "Lorna, Gabe... This is Erin." he said sheepishly. "She's one of us now."
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    The brakes on the bus screeched as the large vehicle slowly came to a stop entering into the city's grimy station. The doors opened with a thud as the people on board started to exit. One man in particular seemed to blend in and yet stand out all at the same time. The baseball cape shielded his eyes, which didn't really matter under the shade of the bus station. A scarf wrapped around his neck seemed to partially cover his face. Add in the longer black coat and it was obvious he didn't want to be identified. The problem of course was while this outfit may have worked in the colder weather of New York and Virginia, but Nathanael "Nate" Hawk now found himself in a more southern region and had begun to sweat quite some time ago. That meant it was time to find a new outfit. Dragging the scarf off his neck, he undid his jacket and let it hang open loose. Tying the scarf around his arm, he flipped his hat backwards and walked towards a nearby thrift store.

    "Only got twenty dollars in my pocket." He muttered to himself as he deposited his jacket and scarf in the red salvation army bin outside of the store. Walking inside, he bee-lined for the shoes, picking out a pair of sneakers that someone must have bought new and never worn. Next he grabbed a pair of jeans and a pair of shorts, lastly grabbing another t-shirt. Pulling out a wad of cash, he quickly paid for his purchases and walked outside. Slipping his feet out of his boots, he slid into the sneakers before he tossed the boots in the same bin as his jacket had gone. Opening his back pack, he pulled out a heavier sweater and tossed it too, replacing it with the hoodie and t-shirt. Now possessing at least two outfits and a jacket, he looked around for a decent diner. He could definitely deal with getting something to eat.

    As he walked he thought about the X-Men. It had been years since they were officially banded together, and he had to wonder how they could last this long as outlaws. The mansion in New York was completely destroyed, he had stopped and looked at that himself, not without being subject to some interested law enforcement though. Poking around what was once the biggest organized groups of mutants definitely wasn't his brightest idea but Nate needed to know everything there was to know about the X-Men. He needed to find people who could help him learn and control his gift.

    Speaking of his gift, that what was allowing him to even make it this long without food. He had gone without food for almost two weeks now, something highly unnatural but his body was able to adapt to it. He found as long as he provided some nutrients through drinks he was fine. But he of course didn't want to push it and he was starving. Especially since the smell of greasy food was now drifting past his nose. Looking up, he noticed a twenty four hour diner which had a huge picture of a banquet burger posted in its window. That was all Nate needed to see as he opened the door and a little bell rang. One of the waitresses who was working looked up and reluctantly smiled as he took a booth to himself.

    "What can I get you Hon?" She asked, taking out her note pad as she approached him.
    "Umm, let's see here. I'll definitely take one of those burgers in the window, and is it possible to upgrade the fries to a poutine?"
    The waitress looked at him funny for a second before responding. "Sorry Hon, what did you want to do with the fries?"
    "Y'know make them in a poutine? Do you have poutine?"
    "I'm going to have to say no Hon, I have no idea what that even is."
    "Oh sorry, I forgot it's a Canadian thing. Fries smothered in gravy and cheese curd, delicious really. Can I get a side of gravy for the fries then?"
    The Waitress laughed slightly. "So you're Canadian? EH!? Sure thing Hon, what can I get you to drink?"
    Inwardly Nate groaned at the woman's 'Eh' joke, but he was used to it at this point. "I'll take a Cherry Coke please."
    "Sure thing that'll just be a few minutes." The Waitress said as she walked away. Nate watched her go, noting that were she ten years younger he'd probably would have asked her for her number or at least her Facebook name. But alas he was on a journey anyways. Reaching into a side pocket of his backpack, he pulled out a graphic novel and began to read while he waited on his food.
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    The city was crowded, and it was broad daylight, but she was starving and the scent of food coming from the diner was driving her crazy. Maybe stopping in the condemned building next door hadn't been such a good idea after all, but she knew that if she didn't eat her body processes would slow and she'd go into hibernation. Then she'd have no defences from the humans. The patrols were fairly regular in this part of time, and she had to hide away, even going out at night was risky and she wondered again why she'd made the decision to sneak into the built up area. Maybe it was because, at some fundamental level, somewhere deep in her DNA there was something human, not that there was much left of that. She couldn't actually remember much of it, but she knew what she was, artificial, fake. She'd been grown in a lab and then turned into... this, a thing, a beast... A monster.

    She hated herself, she hadn't been in control, but she'd seen every death, every crying face. Heard every scream of terror and beg for mercy. She'd slaughtered them all, perhaps in the laboratory they'd deserved it, that at least she could justify, but the dozen people she'd happened upon when she'd escaped? Did they deserve it? She doubted it, they'd just been in the wrong place at the wrong time, there had been nothing they could do, and there had been nothing she could do as she'd brought them down, ripping into them with a savage and insane hunger. Worse, it wasn't just a hunger born of neccesity, she'd killed them because she could, because they were weak and she was strong. It was as though there was some biological imperative of Darwins law of Natural Selection, that she absolutely had to eliminate any competing organism within reach, even if they offered no threat.

    She curled her tail around her for warmth curling up into a ball, she was wearing as many layers as she could manage without dramatically impeding her flexibility or dexterity, she couldn't warm herself, but at least what heat she could gain she could keep as long as possible. It wasn't particularly cold, but even the slightest change in the weather could slow her down enough to kill her, that's why she'd been heading steadily South as best she could. She couldn't deny it, like when she'd killed all those people, the thought on her mind was of survival. If it was warmer then at least she'd be better able to defend herself. Maybe it would have been better to go north, to walk until it was too cold to walk anymore, and to just curl up and go to sleep by the side of the road. She'd thought about it, but something deep within had rebelled at the idea of giving up and dying, she was determined to survive.

    She never did keep track of the time well, but she hoped that soon it would be dark. Then she could sneak out and steal some food, anything would do, she'd even resort to looking in trash cans if she had to, but she didn't intend to stay here so breaking in somewhere might be ok. The scent of fries, and more urgently meat drifted up from the diner below and she couldn't help herself as her tongue darted out to taste it. Her stomach grumbled and ached at the thought of food so close and she tightened her arms around it in an attempt to quieten her hunger. She tried to black out the noises outside, the cars, the people, tried to clear her head of her hunger, her lonliness and wait for night to fall.

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    Aedre sat in the backyard of a perfectly normal, human family as she listened to the minivan leave. Luckily, they didn’t have a dog barking at her like so many other places she’d raided lately. Seemed more and more people believed in the notion of guard dogs. Even in her current invisible state it seemed dogs felt her presence or smelled her somehow and would start their yapping. She’d begun to really hate dogs.

    She slowly stood, remaining clear to the visible eye before flickering back to her normal appearance just before walking through the patio doors and into the kitchen using her phasing ability. She became solid once inside and smiled. It was so much warmer here in the house, not only physically but emotionally as well. There were family portraits on the walls, coloring book pages stuck on the fridge, and a cat bathing itself on the couch- not caring one bit that Aedre was there. She smiled, thinking to herself about how much more she enjoyed cats at the moment.

    Aedre began setting down her things, finding it exhausting to continually carry around a duffel bag, her quiver, and her bow. She walked around the house, eventually finding the bathroom where she proceeded to take a shower and even enjoy the blow drying of her shoulder length brown hair before raiding what she assumed was the mother’s closet. She managed to find a black racerback tshirt, a red leathery jacket, and some jeans that fit, though she had to dig to find the jeans. It seemed most of the ones at the front of the closet were a bit bigger. She also took a pair of socks, loving the feeling of putting on some clean ones, and then found a pair of boots from what had to be the husband’s closet. It was one of the millionth times she was thankful she had big feet as she slipped on the black work boots and clomped back downstairs.

    The fridge was a bit scarce considering the elaborateness of the house, but there was plenty of pantry food as Aedre started fixing herself some mac and cheese. She almost didn’t wait for the noodles to fully cook before chowing down and eating the entire box worth. As she was politely putting her plate in the sink, she heard the garage door open. Her eyes widened and she began throwing food items and water bottles into her bag. What the hell were they doing back already? She gritted her teeth and loaded up her back with her things, but not before a little girl came running inside, coughing despite seeming excited to be home. Her eyes immediately went to Aedre however, and widened.

    “Daddy…” she girl said loudly. “Shhh!” Aedre said to the girl, backing up slowly with a finger to her lips. “MOMMY!” the girl screamed before coughing. Obviously, where ever the family had headed off to had been cut short by whatever was ailing the little girl. Just my luck Aedre thought to herself, turning and running through the patio doors once more as the parents came around the corner and saw her. Aedre kept running, phasing through fence after fence in the up kept suburb. It wasn’t too long before she heard police sirens though as she was trying to get out of the outskirts of the city. She left the back yards and ran onto the street so she’d have a straight shot, and turned invisible. The police cars were nearing her, but she kept looking over her shoulder to make sure they wouldn’t hit her if they came close. If she could just get out of the city, there were plenty of shacks and abandoned places she could surely hide in until the heat was off.


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    Buddy's eyes struggled to pull themselves open but the constant pinging of her alarm clock prevented her from doozing back off. Her nightly gamestation sessions had destroyed her sleeping patterns and she suffered the full extent of her insomnias' wraith each morning. Sighing with what could only be interpreted as regret, she threw her blankets off of her body, then using every ounce of effort in her body to sit up and rub the sleep from her eyes. "Fucking mornings..." She hissed, dragging her lifeless body over to the washroom to clean up for the "big" day ahead. She splashed a handful of unervingly cold tapwater onto her freckled face, groaning in displeasure at the freezing sensation that enveloped her body. She lifted her shirt to reveal the bare chest and supple curves of a matured woman. She hesitantly glanced at the mirror, uncomfortable even with looking at the womanly body in the mirror. She closed her eyes as firmly as possible before binding the mammory glands so tightly to her torso, that Buddy gasped for air like a fish out of water. Sorting through a sea of clothing that carpeted the floor of her room, she found an oversized "Garfield" tshirt and a relatively clean pair of plaid boxers. And, since the youth of xmen didn't leave the compound too much, the ensemble would probably be her outfit for the day.

    Buddy then debated whether or not she should shower, sniffing her underarms several times before shrugging and spraying herself with an aerosol deodorant to cover the stentch of an . "I showered yesterday..." She grumbled, justifying her action while stuffing her feet into a comical pair of well-worn, rose, bunny slippers. She glanced at herself one last time in the reflection of her desktop, nodding, signifying that she was now presentable enough to leave her dorm, though some would argue otherwise. Scoping her mp3 out of one of the five pizza boxes laying in her room, placing the expensive earphones in her ears before leaving her dorm.

    "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO FLIGHT 909" she chanted, bopping her head to the erratic beat of the techno screaming into her ears. It wasn't uncommon to hear Buddy's early morning chanting, in fact it had become almost a ritual to some, signifying that it was time to wake up and get ready before Lorna did her rounds.

    Soon, Buddy was absorbed in the music that blared at an obscene volume into her ears. She was dancing her way through the halls, slipping past a couple of groggy students on her way to the kitchen for her morning coffee. It was a bit of a mission to get from her dorm to the kitchen area, since the student rooms were on the complete opposite side of the establishment. She figured it was to conserve food, since god knows she would have cleared out the relatively tiny pantry in a couple of hours if it weren't for the annoying commute.

    It took a couple of minutes but soon she approached her destination, taking out an earbud, just to catch Gabe question her location. "Right here, kiddo" she yawned, patting his back, before slithering past him and Lorna to the coffee machine. Grabbing the handle of the coffee pot, and callously chugged back a mouthful of the bitter liquid before she dignified Gabe with a response. "Hope she's not another fucking anthro, they're like a plague..." she mumbled, rooting through the cupboards for something to satisfy her undying hunger. "We have any more of those bar-things?" "--Wait, found 'em" Buddy continued to mumble, grabbing a box of nutrigan bars with the intention of finishing whatever was left.

    She turned around to see Remy and the new girl standing outside the kitchen. She didn't even have to really look at the teenage girl to see that she was a painfully compact ball of angst, self-hatered and awkwardness. She could already tell her presence was affecting the others, so she quickly chimed in, "Yaaay, more freaks", adding a sarcastic "jazz-hand", even allowing it to ignite for dramatic effect.

    Despite the rude undertone, it was Buddy's attempt at a warm hearted joke. The redhead was simply trying to show that despite whatever ability she may have that she was at home here and that people would treat her no differently because of it.

    Wanting to see if she had provoked any sort of reaction from the girl, she looked up, a smug smile on her face. Then, she really caught an eye-full of "Erin". The smile seemed to slip from her face, her eyes jutting open to capture the real appearance of the girl. Buddy simple gazed at the girl, mind completely blank as she stood mesmerized by the girl. Caught in her trance, she forgot to "power down" and in the midst of Buddy's carelessness, a spark shot from her hand onto the bars in her other hand. If it weren't for the flames leaping at her face, Buddy might have never noticed, too. Though, just as a flame licked her nose, she glanced down, causing her to curse and drop the burning food on the floor. "Fucking shit" she swore, clentching her hand into a fist causing the flame on both her hand and the food to disappear into thin air.

    "Fucking, welcome to the goddman xmen and shit..." She grumbled out of frustration, before pulling her hat over her eyes, trying to hide the crimson flush rising to her cheeks.
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    "Damn it.. this road is so going to be damn long.." groaned a tall young man as he sat by the side of the road, his backpack open and a map in his hand. Sam traced his finger along the road again, and picked up a pencil and drew circles around the places he thought looked good for rest. "Bugger, I wish I had learned how to drive.." he mumbled as he packed away the map and began taking stock of his items. One by one, Sam pulled items from the backpack and noted them on a checklist he had made, then he added items from several shopping bags to the list and placed them in the backpack with the older items. Sighing, Sam picked up a breakfast bar and unwrapped it, deciding to eat it all as he may not have to make it last with those stopping points along the way, it was possible they had provisions and maybe even mutants residing there.

    While he chewed on his food, he thought back to why he was here anyway. Well other than how he actually got here, the truth about how he got to America was that he couldn't actually remember how he'd done it. He'd just woken up in a hotel with a backpack and several items inside it. This was his second most strange moment in his life, the first being the trauma of his parent's deaths. He remembered sitting in a bar somewhere further north, he'd been wondering aimlessly for a long while now. As he sat on the stool he ordered a beer and paid the bartender. Sam managed to relax slightly while he sat, drinking his beer in peace until some rugged drunk man walked up to him and challenged him to a fight. Before he could do anything, he was dragged outside and rushed to a nearby alleyway.

    "I know what you are, those scars on your hands don't come from anything natural. But don't worry, i'm like you." Now of course, Sam was very hesitant to believe some random drunk but the story that he told Sam convinced him that it was true, and that a safe haven existed in Vegas. Sam was handed a map that would lead him to this destination and then, when he looked again, the man was nowhere to be found. Thus Sam gathered all of his belongings and began the long, long journey towards Las Vegas.
    Sam scrunched up the wrapper of the breakfast bar and stuffed it into his bag before closing it. Had he been stupid? Naive? Probably but he might as well check it out now that he was almost there.

    Sam slung his backpack over his shoulder and began his long walk again, he could see only mirages but he thought he saw the rough shape of an outhouse, maybe a warehouse or something? That would probably be his next stop. Hopefully it would be closable he hated the thought of Coyotes breaking in and mauling him. Though just this thought caused Sam's ability to flare up and he had to stop for a few seconds to calm himself down. He didn't want to broadcast what he was to the whole desert. Though he had lost control for a few seconds, the blue light probably wasn't noticeable to normal people though was possibly noticeable to those who knew that anything abnormal would probably be made by a mutant nowadays. Sam decided it may be a nice time to start running, he didn't want to face any soldiers or possibly hostile mutants, he hated the idea of using his ability to fight, but if it came down to it he would do it straight away, without a second thought. Though he would feel guilty later. He began to jog in the direction of the warehouse and hoped he'd reach it before sundown.
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    She'd managed to collapse abruptly again the previous night on what she assumed was a rather plush bush. It sunk lowly against a tree, cushioning the fall of any clumsy person such as herself, but it was foreign to her if it were even entitled to be slept upon. Reluctantly, the girl rose to trembling legs, the wavering dizzy spells clouding her mind. The little thing gasped hesitantly, comprehending vaguely that if she were to inhale too deeply, it could very well cause her to lose consciousness. Perhaps for the third time in the last twenty-four hours.

    Attempting to soothe her dry throat, weakened Ash swallowed thickly, forcing down the spittle in a painful orderly fashion. She winced at the throbs that somehow began to beat throughout her very body and delicately shook her head, pursing her lips in a manner of genuine annoyance. Ash was bluntly tired of constantly feeling like at any moment she may as well bend over and hack. Or that, if she even bothered to raise either foot more than three inches, she would topple and potentially stay there for an extended time period.

    When out of her comatose-like state, Ash contemplated what all could be causing her mind to randomly shut down completely. Ash thought that it was due to the lack of water supply, or better yet, the food she didn't seem to have. Nor had she acquired any form of nutrients since … what she believed was Saturday. In that case, however, what did that make this very day? Tuesday? Wednesday? No, it was bound to be Monday she was sure.

    Struggling helplessly through what she presumed to be a forest of some sort, Ash had apparently lost track of time significantly so. She didn't recall much from these past couple of days – if it had been days rather than hours – and even now, she slowly sensed her mind lurking away from yesterday, the day of nonstop traveling … racing … fainting.

    Way out, in the water, I see you swimming.

    The Promise Land. She'd finally located it. In the distance, she saw a body of water not far away from what appeared to be practical civilization. Which meant she'd be surrounded by people. With food. Ash's mouth watered. She wanted to savor the taste of only the richest foods they could provide. So long as it would make this hunger disappear, Ash longed to have it. The only true problem now was money.

    Just another thing she no longer had. “Dammit,” she hissed. This is going to be a long day.

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    If only Vicki actually woke up in that manner. No, that was just the latter part of a recurring nightmare she had where she became a full android, but her mind was trapped inside. Instead though, she grumbled slightly in her sleep as she began to stir. The voices of others, soft but not very far away, greeted her, prompting her decision to rise. She placed her feet on the floor, actually feeling the cold of the floor. But it was different from how others felt. This was more metallic, like it had been processed, decoded, and then sent to her mind. That thought alone was enough to remind her of the past. And though she had come to terms with it for the most part, she still found herself having longing thoughts. On the bright side though, she had never felt so in touch with her body, as ironic as it sounded. Losing your body really made you appreciate the one you end up with, especially when that body is as strong as the one she had currently.

    The biggest problem she had to face was the situation of the world today. When she'd went under, things hadn't been peachy, but they'd been much better than this. When Polaris had found her and recruited her, the hardest part had been explaining to Vicki that so many of the people she'd looked up to were dead and why. The foolish reasons they'd been killed. It was enough to make her circuits start over heating in that instance.

    She made her way to the door, her night gown just going down to the middle of her thighs. She actually wasn't ashamed of her new body. Never had been. It was a testament to all that she'd survived and would continue to survive. It was a warning to any and every foe that nothing the could lodge at her would break her. She was a warrior and a survivor. A proud mutant. And now.....apparently, a cyborg of sorts.

    She came in to the lounge area where she was happy to see Remy had returned. Lorna and Gabe were there as well, and a new girl! She came in just as Remy introduced her.

    "Lorna, Gabe... This is Erin. She's one of us now."

    "It's a pleasure to meet you, Erin," Vicki spoke up, startling the group, who'd been unaware of her approach. She gave her a friendly smile, but refrained from reaching out to shake hands. The girls body posture conveyed that she might not like that, and Vicki respected that fully.

    She turned to Remy, "It's nice to see you're finally back. I'm in need of some type of action. Anything to get out and help."


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    Gabe was looking around the basement, but he realized that his search was pointless, since Ben was out, on a supply run. Gabriel sighed, as he looked around the basement, the Radio was on, and he could catch something about casualties in Florida, a shooting. They are calling us the monsters ,and yet, they are killing each other.. He let out a sigh, before he turned around, and walked back towards Remy, and looked Erin down and up, before he lightly scoffed, and walked into the Kitchen not uttering a word, putting his foot down into the small embers of the paper that had fallen from Buddy's hands, putting it out under the sole of his boot, before it could start any more fires. He got out a bottle of water from the fridge, and turned around, and extended his claws from his right hand, the shining claw stretching for a few inches, before hitting the apple.

    Gabriel took the red juicy fruit to him, as he sliced open the bottle, as well, his eyes remained peeled on the newcomer. It wasn't that he didn't like newblood. But he wanted to make sure who they were, what kind of person they were. He lightly sniffed in the air, she surely did smell mutant, Good. He looked at Vicki, whom came out through the door, and asked Remy something. Remy responded with a light smile, and told her something along the lines of ' soon enough' .Gabriel finished the apple, and the bottle of water, he retracted his claws as he turned his gaze to Lorna, now he was rather annoyed

    "Hey, Green. Where's Ben?" Gabriel asked Lorna, whom shook her head. Gabriel was getting a little worried. " Well, Gabriel, aren't you gonna introduce yourself to da newcoma'?" Remy asked Gabriel, whom just scoffed. " Hi." Gabriel said as he walked towards the door.

    " I'll go look for Spidey. Call me when you wanna move, boss." Gabriel told Remy, before he opened the door again, and stepped outside, he headed down the road, a few meters, his nose in the air, trying to pick up Ben's scent. He hadn't been gone more than half an hour, but knowing that kid, whom wasn't even a month old yet, he'd probably find trouble.

    Gabriel found the blue rundown Harley Davidson behind a few bushes. He got onto it, and put in the key that he had in his backpocket, and started the bike, before driving off in the location of the smell.


    Remy looked at Erin, as he chuckled. " Dat sourpuss ovah there was Gabriel. Don't mind him too much. Welcome to da X-men, your new home, Erin." He smiled as he told her this.
    It’s not on the menu, but might I suggest the ‘I got my ass kicked’ martini?



    Never consider yourself a ugly person, consider yourself a beautiful monkey.

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