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The Uisilons

Dahlia rocked back and forth on her heels listlessly while the bright sunlight reflected off her grandmother’s ornate opal necklace. She had enjoyed moments like this since childhood. Quiet reflections in which to contemplate the world’s grows and glows. There was not much happening on the streets below. Asa had continually done a fine job picking the most withdrawn Mundane regions in existence. Dahlia had an ambivalent feeling towards these decisions. On one hand, she enjoyed the seclusion. On the other, she wished to observe the Mundane’s in their more natural setting. This place was definitely not for the median group of Mundanes. Fortunately, they had been permitted time during the day to explore the city and its people. They were reprimanded for going out alone or after hours, which Dahlia had struggled to come to terms with in her week on the surface. She preferred the darkness, not only because of her time living in Undaro, but also because her family had often spoken of the dazzling culture of Mundane night-life. Up to this point, Dahlia had not been given the opportunity to witness it for herself.

Her shoulders tensed together as Jeff’s voice startled her from behind. The sound had broken through her peaceful trance and spooked the small girl slightly. She turned to face his brooding figure, focusing her gaze upward at the tall man. The grin spreading across his face was enough to bring her back to reality. He had a contagious personality and Dahlia was no exception to his silly grin. She bowed her head, trying to conceal a smile of her own, and nodded in response to his question. She at least knew that Asa and Carter had departed the loft early from their empty beds, they were always the early risers.

She and Jeff had a similar routine and were almost forced into a friendship from the beginning of their venture. At first, it had greatly embarrassed Dahlia to be the latest sleeper in the group. She would wake up confused and stumble out of her bed to the empty quarters. Did they leave me alone? Surely they wouldn’t do that, there must be… Her thoughts would be interrupted by the gruff morning calls of Jeff. They didn’t speak much in the beginning. It was simply an understanding that as the last two they would have to explore together. No choices. Eventually though, the two exchanged meager conversation and began attempting to know each other as more than just the only option. Dahlia now waited on the older man patiently, even if she happened to wake up before many in the group. If Asa and Carter were the Robin Hood and Little John of the group, Jeff and Dahlia were Old Dan and Little Anne.

Dahlia looked back at the dark shades concealing Jeff’s eyes and twisted her lips to the side bashfully. As her raised eyebrows peeked over the white frames of her own sunglasses, she parted her lips to speak.

“No sense in rushing. Good things come to those who wait. You ready to go?”

She turned her gaze to the creaky stairs below the fire escape and cautiously stepped down one step at a time. A few feet from the ground the stairs broke off into nothingness. Dahlia jumped down and landed sturdily on the street below. She had held tight to the railing the whole way down, and her hands were covered with faint traces of rusting paint. She wiped her palms together with a swishing sound and shrugged her shoulders at her intake of breath. Dahlia looked behind her for Jeff to follow, waiting to hear his usual words of protest. He never let any of the other Uisilon women, including herself, descend the last part of the stairs without going first to offer his hand. Dahlia’s streak of independence shone through her quiet actions. Jeff was protective of them all, but that protection was growing stronger with each passing day on the surface. He wouldn’t say what had caused the change, but Dahlia had been pondering the thought for a few days now. What is he hiding from me?

King Arthur and the Knights of the Roundtable

Sorry guys! I was gonna write an interaction post for Tristan, but I've gotta work early and need to get to sleep. Unless we have a snow day *crosses fingers* lazy day, please!!!

The Uisilons

Me too! I hope it's okay. I tried to be as accurate as possible using your post and the OOC stuff as inspiration. It'll have to do for tonight. This gal is sleepy and has work early early, unless there's more snow. *crosses fingers for lazy snow day*

The Uisilons

a w a k e n e d

The city screamed outside of Dahlia's dirty window. Layers upon layers of dust and soot coated the old glass and meager rays of sun squeezed through to warm the girl's face. Her bright golden eyes flickered open, and she curled her knees in close to her chest with a grunt. She had never been much of a morning person and was still getting used to the friendly rays of the earth's sun. Although Undaro had developed advanced electricity systems and lighting apparatuses, it was nothing compared to this new environment. The dull white sheets covering her bed flew high into the air as her body spun out of the bed in a fairly graceful set of motions. She reached for the navy pants and lightweight long sleeved crew neck resting at the edge of her door. The apartments her and the other Uisilons had shared were far from glamorous and never given an opportunity to truly feel like a home. There was no other furniture in her room besides the simple blow up mattress.

Dahlia stood and stretched towards the ceiling, pushing up on her tip toes. She tried in vain to feel for the popcorn texture but was far from her goal. She retrieved a steel gray backpack with a broken strap and slung it carelessly over her shoulder. As she slowly pushed open the door to her room, a bell sounded several times in the distance. Dahlia listened to the deep, soothing sounds as they echoed in her ears. Music. Dahlia was quite fond of the Mundane art forms, especially their music. A small peaceful smile spread across her lips, and she tiptoed quietly to another door of the apartment. She looked towards the deserted "living room" sofa, Well Asa's awake. Although he was one of the younger Uisilons of their team, he had become somewhat of a leader amongst their merry band. Dahlia noted he was very much like the Robin Hood from the Mundane storybooks, which made Carter Little John. She knew he was most likely glued to Asa's side in exploration of the city. Another day of study, searching, and late night debating in a new place.

Dahlia sighed and shook her head. The constant moving was making it harder to bond with this so-called "family". She had never been the extrovert of the group and had struggled to make and keep friends when they lived in Undaro. Her parents had given her some words of encouragement before her departure to the surface, and they held firmly to her protesting mind.

"Smile often. You have a beautiful smile, Dahlia. Get to know them, try to find similarities, and just be yourself sweetheart."

She walked to another one of the doors and held her breath in her lungs. Her fist knocked gently on the aging wood, and she spoke in a timid whisper.

"Jeff? Are you awake?"

Jeff Draken, along with the other Gold Uisilons, was well know in the city of Undaro. He was quiet and didn't socialize much, but his natural skills with his Uisilon gift were renowned. Since the group had come to the surface, Dahlia had felt most comfortable in his silent company. During late night meetings she often made an effort to sit closer to him and express her thoughts on a writing pad when she didn't wish to speak up. Holly and Ruba both had personality enough to fill the crowded rooms. She wanted to go out and research, but Asa had encouraged them not to go alone. Despite her sense of independence, Dahlia was one of sound reasoning and knew her comrade was following sound safety procedures. She bit her bottom lip and knocked with a bit more intensity.

"I'll just wait by the door."

She backed away and headed for the balcony which was accompanied by some questionable flights of stairs. As she stepped outside, a cool breeze tickled the ends of her mahogany colored hair. She inhaled deeply, catching whiffs of morning dew mixed with the noxious fogs from the stacked factory buildings. Her nose wrinkled, and she blinked away the bitterness. She suddenly remembered the sunglasses at the bottom of her ragged backpack and reached her arm inside to retrieve them. Dahlia had doodled whimsical waves in blue pen along the simple white frames. She situated them on her face and careened her head backwards, waiting for a response to her wake up call.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Yoshi, I hope you don't mind that I mentioned a made-up movement from Yukiko in my most recent post. It seemed fitting, and I don't want to leave her unmentioned in my posts. Also... yay for the first failure! :) thought it might create some interesting posty posts.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Alison listened quietly as Snark struggled to string together complete sentences. Her hand eventually lowered to its place at her side, and she smiled weakly in response to the confused expression spreading across his facial features. Her head swiveled around as Kurt joined them in the bunker, followed closely by Charles and Erik, and she straightened her shoulders in a more upright position. They brushed right past her in their intentions to reach Wolverine. He was still standing close to Yukiko's side like an over-protective watch dog. Even though the girl had remained completely silent since Alison and Atticus had joined the group in the bunker, she did seem just as interested in mutant abilities as the rest of them. Alison had briefly observed her peeking around the brute man's shoulders during Samuel's confident demonstration.

The bright blue light surrounding Samuel's feet was polarized by Ali's enhanced eyes, but she was still unable to follow him as he zoomed towards the other side of the room. His impressive display seemed to serve its purpose as all the eyes in the room latched onto his muscular frame. Ali's attention lingered on his sarcastic response. She stifled a laugh as Charles turned away from Logan to speak with Snark. Snark's posture seemed to relax with the gentle man's tone and words. Ali couldn't help but envy him. She had been a people-pleaser her entire life and frankly couldn't stand it when someone didn't like her. She'd make it a point to seek the mysterious boy out later and get to know him on different terms.

Just as Ali turned to comment on Samuel's extravagant performance, Kimberly stepped up and let out an ear-splitting scream. Ali's hands flew to her ears and she closed her eyes tightly as objects in the room began to rattle and shatter when they hit the hard floor. She looked up as the sound's frequencies slowed to a steady reverberating pattern and could hear Kimberly spout off the make-up of the entire building. Wait? Did she say there were more people in the entry room? Wow, how many of us did Charles recruit? Alison rubbed her ears soothingly and slowly opened her eyes one at a time. Kimberly stood perfectly still and content at her place in the room. Alison stared at her wide-eyed, unable to come up with a witty remark, and took a slow, deep breath.

Atticus suddenly stepped forward from Ali's side. He slowly began undressing, and Ali caught herself examining each movement carefully. She shook her head and tried to hide the flush in her cheeks. Why do all these men feel the need to strip? Atticus crouched low to the ground and examined the rafters above intently. Ali's eyebrows pulled together in puzzlement. A short burst of wind blew in Ali's face as Atticus ascended to the ceiling effortlessly. His threatening looking claws scraped against the woodwork as he gripped tightly before dismounting to the other side of the room. He tumbled across the floor gracefully and landed stably on his feet. Great, it's a peeing race. Ali scoffed and shook her head just before she noticed his playful glance in her direction. She opened her mouth in a disbelieving smile as Atticus retrieved his things from the chair.

One of the strange blue creatures that seemed to linger around the boy, Kurt, had dashed across the room during Atticus' performance. Ali hadn't even noticed as it picked up his glasses and held them up in the light. She giggled as Atticus chased after the thing. With a slight popping sound and a wisp of blue smoke, the Bamf disappeared from the chair and back to Kurt's strong shoulder. Ali could see the frustration rising in Atticus, and she stepped forward to place herself between the two men.

"Aww, come on Atticus. The little guy's just curious. Aren't ya, blueberry?"

Ali tilted her head to the side and cooed at Kurt's demonic entity. Her dazzling blue eyes sparkled in the light as she stealthily unsheathed her right hand from the confides of her jacket pocket. Ali still hadn't mastered her powers to their full potential, but she had enough control to transduce simple sonic vibrations. She could feel different ranges of frequencies over great distances across New York City. The complexity and random dissonances made it difficult to concentrate her abilities in one form. Small sparkling lights of different colors began to shine around her. Their brilliance was entrancing and as she stepped closer to Kurt and the Bamf, they began to intensify. Ali held up her pointer finger and tried to concentrate the vibrations up through her body and into the tip of it. A blinding flash of concentrated photons shot towards the Bamf, but missed their mark by multiple inches. The beam darted up towards the solitary light bulb hanging from the bunker's ceiling and it shattered to pieces with a loud shriek.

Ali's sudden energy evaporated and was replaced with complete and total embarrassment. She stumbled backwards into Atticus, as if magnetized to the poor fellow, and mumbled curses under her breath. Ali regained her composure and stood back up. She let her navy coat slip from her body, even though she was still quite cold, and tried to focus on the incoming sounds again. Ali took deep breaths and the shimmering lights returned around her body. They were beautiful, like small twinkling stars, but flickered as the multitude of sounds interrupted Alison's concentration. She kept her eyes firmly shut, refusing to face her crowd. She'd messed up big time, the only one to do so thus far, and was not looking forward to the judgmental glares. She continued to breath deeply, trying to keep the light in the darkness, and spoke up through clenched teeth.

"Not like the glasses would do you any good now."

She tried to stay optimistic, but her dry tone was a dead giveaway to the overwhelming insecurities.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Gracious, I sometimes feel so confuzzled and lost! But I think I have a good idea of everything that's going on currently. I will try to have a shorter response to Sam and Kimberly's displays for Logan after work.

The Uisilons

Yay! So excited to start this :) just gotta manage my time well and not get engrossed ^^ lol!

Pokemon: In The Shadow of a Rainbow

I hope he's okay too! :] hahahaha! It makes me laugh... a lot.

King Arthur and the Knights of the Roundtable

Working on a post. Might be pathetic because I'm super tired from driving all day. I travel long distances too much... Lol! Trying to get it up before I conk out.