[OTA]

[pyrogenetics]

This... is probably going to suck. A lot. For a few long moments Pyro just stands at the front door to Fortes, scowling and flipping his favorite zippo open and closed like he hasn't already made up his mind about moving in. He doesn't have anything with him, other than the lighter in his hand and clothes on his back, but that doesn't seem to slow

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[animalpriestess]

Crystal was walking through the house with a new recipe book in her hand. She was softly singing to herself as she flipped through the pages, skipping down the steps. She reached the bottom and looked up at the new scent appearing, she scanned the boy up and down before looking to his face.

"Hello."

[pyrogenetics]

Pyro raises an eyebrow at the up=and-down look she gives him, before smirking a bit. Yeah, he's just gonna assume she digs him. Excuse the boy and his ego, please.

"Hey."

[animalpriestess]

She looks slightly uninterested, and raises a brow at him.

"May I help you?"

[firstwordjarvis]

Penny was in the front hall anyway, her latest bit of tech following close behind. That's right, it's following. The little thing comes with several thin legs, a flat, round body and something similar to a camera lens in the middle. Something about it isn't right, in Penelope Starks opinion. Pointing at a corner in the room, she speaks.

"Hide." The tech skittered off, wedging itself into a corner before cloaking itself. Penny watches it a moment, chewing her lower lip and counting softly under her breath. "3, 2, 1."

The moment she hits one, the cloaking program shuts itself off and Penny closes her eyes in brief dismay.

This is about when she spots the new person. "Hi. How can I help you?"

[pyrogenetics]

John raises an eyebrow at the misbehaving tech, kinda impressed. (Not that it's the sort of thing he'd ever admit.) Sure, Xavier's place was plenty advanced, but it was technology that was always used for training and other boring practical things, not robots with cloaking devices straight out of Star Trek. He takes a second to wonder why she's practically sighing at it - it seemed to be working fine, too him - before shrugging when she finally glances over at him.

Then he slaps the lid of his lighter closed and immediately thumbs it back open, possibly just to be annoying. "I'm movin' in." That's totally the right way to go about this, right?

[firstwordjarvis]

She has an older brother and her dad flies around in high tech armor. This kid is not at all annoying to her. She stretches her arms slightly, glancing at the bit of tech she'd built.

"Welcome to the house, then. I'm Penny Stark. D'you want me to find Scott for you?"

[watch_the_nails]

As soon as Victor sets eyes on the kid he has him tagged as another jumped-up, rebellious punk with an attitude; it's there in the set of the boy's shoulders, that disdainful look on his face. Victor knows it well, since he was once there himself a long, long time ago. He grins, slinking towards the newcomer and showing a glimpse of his fangs.

"New kid on the block, huh? An' I'm guessin' y'ain't here for the milk an' cookies."

[pyrogenetics]

Pyro glances over at him, eyebrows inching upwards slightly at the sight of the fangs before he can stop them. He's guessing one of the more feral powers, both by the teeth and by the guy's bearing in general, which is cool. Not as cool as pyrokinesis, of course, but that's not the point here.

"Yeah, I don't really have a sweet tooth." He crosses his arms and scrutinizes the man, like he's sizing Victor up, which would not be the smartest thing he's ever done... but hey, John is pretty much bad decisions personified, "who are you?"

Never mind the fact that he was the one that just walked in off the street.

[time_schizo]

Martini was sitting halfway up the stairs, skimming through a book and leaning back against the railing, when Pyro burst through the doors like he owned the place. The time-manipulator raised an eyebrow and leaned over to get a better look. "Did the door piss you off, or do you always make such a grand entrance?"

[pyrogenetics]

"Little of both," which was only half of a lie. Pyro had more of a tendency to make grand exits, really, and usually something was on fire when he did. To be fair, though, he had been pretty pissed at the door. "I try not to do anything quietly."

[time_schizo]

He didn't stir from his perch, but his curiosity had been mustered. As he looked at Pyro, his powers kicked in, taking him to another place and time.

A lighter, clicking back and forth, flames emerging and dancing around his fingertips..... A cop car exploding from...."They say you're the bad guy." The old man looked at him "Is that what they say?"...Fire versus ice, surely no contest....

He clutched at his head for a moment, trying to force his visions away. When he looked back up again, he was back in the house, still staring down at Pyro, a knowing look on his face. "No, I imagine not."

Ah. Couldn't not do this.

[not_a_popsicle]

Bobby had been wandering down the hallway, lost in thought when he ran into Johns body. He blinked and was about to apologize when he realized who it was.A smile broke on the icemans face, which was quickly hidden. He may have been happy to see his old roommate, but John hardly looked happy to see Drake. With his icy blues dancing at the blond boy he gave a half smile.

"I'm glad you came John..."