More X-Men Shenanigans
In my latest tale (coming from NoSee Part One and NoSee Part Two), NoSee gets overindulgent and even more important, and we meet a new character know as WutDude. This gets REALLY WTF under the cut.
NoSee has recently also taken up the mantle of Storm (Shenanigans should be ahead indeed), and so while the welcome party has started, NoSee's player posts a long post that's just an in-between between NoSee and Storm. It starts off with Storm wishing Xavier could be present, which NoSee immediately shoots down and grinds into the ground since he's dead and stuff (of course), and then NoSee launches into a mini-monologue about how the mansion should have heightened security because of the student she attacked. "It's sooooo easy for people to slip in!" Storm slightly chastises her before agreeing not only to heighten security, but to tell the students not to do their powers unless they're in class/training. Because, y'know, that helps the entire situation. Get a bunch of teenage mutants to a school and then tell them not to use their powers without permission. This can only end well.
Then, out of nowhere, Storm asks NoSee if she wants to be the Institute's security officer, bequeathing her more power to attack students with to help the oh so feeble Institute. NoSee is like, "Psh, already been doing that." And then there's some more past angst that I don't feel like detailing OH FITZWILLIAM!.
Meanwhile, my character and C's character are at the welcome party.
My character (We'll refer to her as Z) and C's character (we'll refer to him as D) have just reconvened and are eating cookies. All the sudden this mutant who we shall call WutDude enters. WutDude is over six feet tall and casually strolls into the backyard, sparkling like Edward Cullen (I AM SO SERIOUS) and carrying a ten-foot long steel barbecue with one hand (I am still not 100% on his mutation even after reading his bio twice, but he says he can lift ten tons with a pinky. I'll just leave that here...). He finds he has misplaced the lighter, and so his player tags Z, who is a pyrokinetic. She wears gloves that are fireproof, otherwise she'll burn everything her hands touch. It's a safety thing, and this will come into play.
Z walks over and asks if he needs help. He replies that he does and asks if she's wearing gloves because she's allergic. She says she wears them to prevent fire and lights the barbecue, and then it just goes "...Wut?" from there. He inner-monologues that it makes sense that the gloves are for protection, since they're long and she's half-naked, so what would the other reason be? I'm like, "...What? Since when was jeans, flip-flops and a t-shirt half-naked?!" And then he writes this gem: "As his mind walked areas forbidden to those not in wedlock he pictured himself shutting the images behind a door in an imaginary hallway and just walking away." My character is sixteen. His bio doesn't even say how old WutDude is. And she's not even half-naked! WTF. I'm also afraid that he shut them behind a door in an imaginary hallway and he might revisit them... Ugh.
He then goes on a long tangent, wondering if her gloves are made of asbestos (wut) and then asks if it's a gland that produces her fire (wut), and what type of gland, and then finishes by saying his mutation is probably a tumor that will kill him, and she can always cut off her hands to save her own life (...wut?!).
*Lets you absorb this*
So, with that done, he then reaches for her ungloved hand, her ungloved hand that must be gloved so that she doesn't BURN whatever it touches, because he wants to check it out. Luckily, D shows up to save her from potential rape and introduces himself.
In reply to all of this, already socially awkward Z is like "Wut? I just... I make fire. And the gloves are made from firefighter uniform material... OMGosh DON'T TOUCH MY HAND IF YOU DON'T WANT TO GET BURNED!" and she introduces herself.
The next post from WutDude is just...Wut (I think you notice the recurring theme)? He calls D a rake (definition from Wikipedia: "A rake, short for rakehell, is a historic term applied to a man who is habituated to immoral conduct, frequently a heartless womaniser. Often a rake was a man who wasted his (usually inherited) fortune on gambling, wine, women and song, incurring lavish debts in the process.") because he tucks a paper flower behind Z's ear, and the fact that he's wearing an old-timey suit and fedora. After calling D a rake, WutDude then chastises himself for seducing a quote "sweet young innocent girl. He really should have done that earlier." And then he says something that isn't batsh*t crazy and we are yet waiting for more.
C and I are just... absolutely baffled by all of his irrational inner-thoughts and his actions. It's just... Wut? WUT? There was no seduction, or half-nakedness. STOP PUSHING YOUR SEXUAL DESIRES ONTO MY SOCIALLY AWKWARD SIXTEEN YEAR OLD PYROKINETIC! I want WutDude and NoSee to hook up just for the epic amount of epicness it would bring BPRS.
The world these days, I swear.
NoSee has recently also taken up the mantle of Storm (Shenanigans should be ahead indeed), and so while the welcome party has started, NoSee's player posts a long post that's just an in-between between NoSee and Storm. It starts off with Storm wishing Xavier could be present, which NoSee immediately shoots down and grinds into the ground since he's dead and stuff (of course), and then NoSee launches into a mini-monologue about how the mansion should have heightened security because of the student she attacked. "It's sooooo easy for people to slip in!" Storm slightly chastises her before agreeing not only to heighten security, but to tell the students not to do their powers unless they're in class/training. Because, y'know, that helps the entire situation. Get a bunch of teenage mutants to a school and then tell them not to use their powers without permission. This can only end well.
Then, out of nowhere, Storm asks NoSee if she wants to be the Institute's security officer, bequeathing her more power to attack students with to help the oh so feeble Institute. NoSee is like, "Psh, already been doing that." And then there's some more past angst that I don't feel like detailing OH FITZWILLIAM!.
Meanwhile, my character and C's character are at the welcome party.
My character (We'll refer to her as Z) and C's character (we'll refer to him as D) have just reconvened and are eating cookies. All the sudden this mutant who we shall call WutDude enters. WutDude is over six feet tall and casually strolls into the backyard, sparkling like Edward Cullen (I AM SO SERIOUS) and carrying a ten-foot long steel barbecue with one hand (I am still not 100% on his mutation even after reading his bio twice, but he says he can lift ten tons with a pinky. I'll just leave that here...). He finds he has misplaced the lighter, and so his player tags Z, who is a pyrokinetic. She wears gloves that are fireproof, otherwise she'll burn everything her hands touch. It's a safety thing, and this will come into play.
Z walks over and asks if he needs help. He replies that he does and asks if she's wearing gloves because she's allergic. She says she wears them to prevent fire and lights the barbecue, and then it just goes "...Wut?" from there. He inner-monologues that it makes sense that the gloves are for protection, since they're long and she's half-naked, so what would the other reason be? I'm like, "...What? Since when was jeans, flip-flops and a t-shirt half-naked?!" And then he writes this gem: "As his mind walked areas forbidden to those not in wedlock he pictured himself shutting the images behind a door in an imaginary hallway and just walking away." My character is sixteen. His bio doesn't even say how old WutDude is. And she's not even half-naked! WTF. I'm also afraid that he shut them behind a door in an imaginary hallway and he might revisit them... Ugh.
He then goes on a long tangent, wondering if her gloves are made of asbestos (wut) and then asks if it's a gland that produces her fire (wut), and what type of gland, and then finishes by saying his mutation is probably a tumor that will kill him, and she can always cut off her hands to save her own life (...wut?!).
*Lets you absorb this*
So, with that done, he then reaches for her ungloved hand, her ungloved hand that must be gloved so that she doesn't BURN whatever it touches, because he wants to check it out. Luckily, D shows up to save her from potential rape and introduces himself.
In reply to all of this, already socially awkward Z is like "Wut? I just... I make fire. And the gloves are made from firefighter uniform material... OMGosh DON'T TOUCH MY HAND IF YOU DON'T WANT TO GET BURNED!" and she introduces herself.
The next post from WutDude is just...Wut (I think you notice the recurring theme)? He calls D a rake (definition from Wikipedia: "A rake, short for rakehell, is a historic term applied to a man who is habituated to immoral conduct, frequently a heartless womaniser. Often a rake was a man who wasted his (usually inherited) fortune on gambling, wine, women and song, incurring lavish debts in the process.") because he tucks a paper flower behind Z's ear, and the fact that he's wearing an old-timey suit and fedora. After calling D a rake, WutDude then chastises himself for seducing a quote "sweet young innocent girl. He really should have done that earlier." And then he says something that isn't batsh*t crazy and we are yet waiting for more.
C and I are just... absolutely baffled by all of his irrational inner-thoughts and his actions. It's just... Wut? WUT? There was no seduction, or half-nakedness. STOP PUSHING YOUR SEXUAL DESIRES ONTO MY SOCIALLY AWKWARD SIXTEEN YEAR OLD PYROKINETIC! I want WutDude and NoSee to hook up just for the epic amount of epicness it would bring BPRS.
The world these days, I swear.