arrival [open]

[alter_knowsbest]

Shadow's arrival came in the dead of night. They'd picked one of the cloudiest nights in Russia to bring her in, and really, she was amused at the careful treatment of her. She'd been trained enough to notice the hesitant integration

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[watch_the_nails]

A new arrival. A new female member of the team. A new plaything.

Victor smirked as he watched the jeep pull into the compound, noting that the passenger was a woman, and grinning to himself at the realisation. Virtually silent, he clambered down from where he'd been situated on the top of one of the concrete bunkers - using his sharp claws to gain hold on the cold, sheer walls - and made his way over to her, pleased to have spotted the new team member before anybody else had. Emma would be proud of him.

"Goin' somewhere, sweetheart?" he purred behind her - although he was careful not to get too close, and he wouldn't try physical contact until he'd worked out what her mutation was. His previous experience with Olivia had taught him to be more cautious.

[alter_knowsbest]

She turned, slightly surprised but refusing to show it. Even as she took in his appearance, as she saw through the darkness. Idiots should've at least given her a torch for arrival.

"Was thinking about finding the liquor cabinet and toasting my new home. Why? Got better plans?"

She couldn't show fear, because that wasn't who she was, that wasn't why she was there. Even if the big guy could kill her.

[watch_the_nails]

"Sounds like a good start," he snickered, taking a step closer. She seemed pretty confident and sure of herself, something he'd already taken a mental not of so he could relay it to his partner later. It made a change from some of the delicate, wilting wallflowers he'd dealt with around here lately. "So what's your poison, sugar? You like whiskey, or are you more of a girly kind of drinker?"

He meant it as an insult, of course. To Victor, anything feminine was already counted as weak.

[alter_knowsbest]

She snorted slightly, eyebrows drawing together in disbelief. "Throw me some tequila, I'll get the lime and salt." Her tone took on that 'I'm so not what you think I am' edge, her smirk practically stating her own self-confidence.

Even if somewhere inside, something was cowering from the sheer mass of this man, from the power he oozed and her inability to protect herself without some light.

But the only source was nearer the barracks, and even then, just a light above the door. It cast a shadow below, a block of the door, it wouldn't be ideal, but it would do. Especially if she stood there, her own shadow would help.

[fuzzylittleprob]

Kurt liked the rooftops. It wasn't that he ever needed to get away from the close-quartered hustle and bustle of the team--after all, he had grown up a carnie--but he enjoyed the stillness and how close the stars seemed when the skies were clear. He felt a little closer to God on those nights.

Unfortunately, this was not one of them. Kurt had spoken to his himmlischer Vater through thick clouds and frosted breath that threatened snow and then tucked his rosary back under his shirts. His toes were cold. Even God would understand that.

Instead of teleporting back inside, Kurt hopped onto the lip of the roof and climbed over. Teleporting was fine but in the close confines of the buildings he felt a little embarrassed about the way the sulfuric smell of his comings and goings seemed to linger. Walking was fine.

Of course it may have looked a little strange, a grown man crawling head-first down the side of the building toward the door.

[alter_knowsbest]

Strange didn't yet cover it, as Shadow stopped walking half way to the door, staring slightly at the figure of a man, crawling on the wall. Well, that's new.

She'd been around a few choice mutants. Telekinetics, manipulators, speedsters. She'd never seen anyone scale a wall, least of all head first downwards.

"So what's your next party trick?" She called out, ignoring the fact that she was still standing half in the darkness.

[fuzzylittleprob]

Kurt blinked and raised his head, craning his neck to see the source of the feminine voice. It was more the awkward angle that made her hard to see then the shadows in which she was standing--Kurt's eyes had no trouble picking up even the details of her outfit in the darkness.

A toothy grin was flashed and Kurt climbed down to the slim doorframe, balancing ontop of it without problem in order to do a perfect handstand despite the close wall. He pushed himself away from the cement, tucking neatly--and disappeared in mid-air, a puff of pink smoke and a quiet bamf'ing sound accompanying his departure.

A heartbeat later there was another burst of smoke just in front of her and Kurt stood in the middle of it (smelling faintly of brimstone), making an absurdly flourishing bow.

"Frauline."

Yeah. He was a show-off. But she had asked for it.

[alter_knowsbest]

She couldn't help but laugh, it amused her -ice cold bitch was amused for Christ sake. "Impressive." The smoke cloyed slightly at her senses, but she waved it off easily enough. Batting a hand through the dusty smoke she stepped out of the dark.

"That your superpower? You make people laugh with neat tricks and flips?" She would've just classed him as one of those 'agile' ones, the people who said 'Oh, it's just better agility', the ones that made Shadow laugh at their patheticness.

But it was the 'bamf' and smoke that stopped her. He teleported, she knew it.