[ Vegeta is messing with the blackberry in his room. He knows how these things work. He's the sex toy husband of the Owner of Capsule Corp. He's played with devices more advanced and stupidly difficult to use than this. His face is there, and it's narrow. Narrow eyes, angry mouth, wrinkled nose, furrowed brows, amazingly large forehead split by his
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[The feed shows the interior of what is quite obviously the room of a little girl. Pink walls and baby pink bed sheets, lace curtains hang at the windows. However, when a figure in the bed stirs and eventually sits up, it isn’t a little girl, but rather a young woman of around 25. Rubbing a hand across her face wearily, wincing when she touches a
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[The tone in which Zarbon addresses the network is a mix between complete bafflement and utter rage. He himself is not sure exactly what it is he's feeling right now-- he just knows this ain't cool.Enjoy the terribly bad photoshopped icon]
[There is a audible click as the feed turns on. The blackberry set up intentionally from the looks of it as Eddie sips from a very tiny tea cup. Expression relatively neutral as he leans back into the chair he’s settled in. He nodding at Ophelia, the drowned woman settled across from.] Been a shitty couple of weeks hasn’t it? Okay- not weeks, past
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[If anyone was to look out of their windows, they'll soon see colourful streams of light shooting into the night sky. There's a pause, before a loud BANG fills the air, an explosion of green and blue. Seconds later, three more are fired up, all in various colours and sizes.
Their source? Nice - she's quite happily sat in a tree (one of the ones
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[In the feed, Emma's seated in a chair in some large, empty room - the dance studio, it looks like. She's wearing an X-Men uniform, identifiable by its simple elegance and the abundance of X's all over (which, to be fair, could really describe any of her outfits
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[Dende stirs, waking up on the bridge after his brutal fight with Zarbon. Very slowly he pushes himself up with his good arm and looks around. His head is fuzzy and he is having a difficult time focusing.
He spots his vest robe neatly folded on the snow where he left them. Groggily he stumbles towards them, and slips the vest over his head. While
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