Hi there. Mind if I try and kill you? *OTA*

[time_schizo]

Sanity was a new and interesting concept for Mark. He had spent the entire night just thinking. What a peculiar sensation it was, to think coherently for the first time in his life. He liked it, although had he examined his train of thoughts from an outsider’s perspective, he would have seen a coldness to them, and a lack of emotion when processing

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[lightherway]

Tandy was up earlier than usual, and she'd taken the opportunity to slip into the kitchen to make breakfast. The smell of brewing coffee and cooking pancakes wafted through the air, and she hummed quietly to herself as she stood at the stove -- although she was being careful not to be loud enough to wake anyone who might still be asleep.

[time_schizo]

Mark slipped through the halls, silent as a ghost. Few were up this early, and that was a shame. He needed them awake and alert for this to work, killing them softly like an assassin would just not do.

Ah, but there was one up. Tandy was making breakfast, and it smelled delicious. Now came the conundrum: fight and possibly kill her first, or have a bite to eat? Decisions, decisions. He walked into the kitchen on quiet feet, looking at the knife rack with a curious glance. Much more primitive than anything he could conjure up using his powers, but perhaps more appropriately messy. He took one out, testing the edge. Tandy stood there, blissfully unaware of what was about to happen.

[lightherway]

Tandy half-turned to reach for a spatula, spotting Martini out of the corner of her eye.

"Morning, Martini. I wondered if anyone else was up yet." She turned her attention back to the stovetop, never even having noticed the knife in his hand. "Pancakes will be ready in a sec, if you're hungry."

Once again, LJ notifs= EPIC FAIL

[time_schizo]

"Pancakes would be nice."

Blood. Now there was the problem. If he used a knife, he'd possibly get blood on the pancakes, and who wanted blood on their food? That was disgusting. So, he somewhat reluctantly placed the knife back into its casing. He was unusually quiet and still, very much unlike his usual bouncy self. This lack of emotions should have disturbed him, but all he felt was a peculiar numbness.

[not_a_popsicle]

Bobby was sitting in the living room with a smile, his head deep in a...Harry Potter book. He was really quite glad no-one else was around to see his childish choice in books. He just liked the flow of the story, the way the author spun the story. And more the point. There wasn't a great amount of Mutant literature around the house. So Bobby was stuck reading this.

Bobby wasn't even aware they house had been locked. Poor him.

[time_schizo]

Bobby was fortunate in one respect. Mark saw him as bait, and therefore wasn't interested in harming him one iota. He needed him in one piece to attract the real goal, his feathered boyfriend. So, brushing a few stray shards of glass off his shoulders from when he had been dealing with Tandy, he approached, attempting to look somewhat friendly.

He'd need the ice cube to be off-guard for this to work. "So, what book are you reading?"

[not_a_popsicle]

Bobby snapped out of the book to glance over to the other man, a smile falling onto his face. He knew the other one was sane. Warren had told him to, thus his guard was plenty down. "I'm ashamed to say I'm a closeted Harry Potter fan? It's the 3rd one. My fav" He answered with a smile, his blue eyes flicking over the others body. "You alright? Looks like you just walked though hell...or the Valley?"

[time_schizo]

Mark nodded, attempting to seem somewhat interested in the asinine ramblings of the other mutant. He walked a few steps closer, one hand reaching out and casually toying with a large, heavy, metal statue that was situated on one of the tables.

"Oh, I'm just peachy," he answered in response to the question about his well-being. The fight with Tandy had taken a bit more out of him then he expected, but he was doing fine otherwise. Mark was now within striking distance. Quick as a flash, he brained Bobby over the head, sending him into oblivion. "Three down, one to go." He unceremoniously dragged Bobby into a nearby hallway closet. He'd come back for him later.

[double_dynamite]

Tabby crawled out of her new bed, head protesting at the thought of being up before noon. Groaning as her feet pad across the ice cold floor, she steps over her unpacked bag, making way for that big shiny bathroom she had saw on her first arrival.
Stepping into the hall, with her eyes barely open, she has no idea anything is amiss with in the house.

[time_schizo]

Mark saw Tabby obliviously approaching. Using a handy bit of time manipulation, he appeared directly behind her without Tabby ever suspecting a thing. It would almost be too easy for him to snap her neck. So, instead, he grabbed her by the back of her neck, and threw her one-handed into the nearest wall.

[double_dynamite]

Tabby lashes out, her mind back peddling to scramble into a conscious thought as she blinks at her attacker bombs forming in her hand before she can blink.

[time_schizo]

Mark cocked his head and held up a hand, motioning to Tabby with a look that clearly said 'Bring it on.'

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[perfectedweapon]

Sherry had come down to go grab a dip in the pool before anyone else was up. Trying the door she found it locked.

"Okay, really, who would lock the patio door." She froze a moment she wasn't sure exactly what she was smelling, it was something that had a tint of familiarity to it. Padding quietly through the halls she kept deathly silent. She wanted her gun, but she didn't want to risk going back to her room and waking her roommate.

Can't be them. I made sure I stayed hidden on the way here. Even made sure that the money I used was all cash. There was a small grin on her lips, since it wasn't the company just meant it would be someone the others wouldn't mind her having fun with. It had been a while since she tested her skills against a real opponent.

Please be someone I can really hurt. I want to hear screams.

[time_schizo]

Mark saw Sherry walking through the downstairs halls, and immediately sensed a difference in this one. Her shoulders were tensed, and she was looking around suspiciously. She knew somehow, whether from the sounds earlier or just from a natural instinct. The smile on her face told him she was anticipating and relishing the thought of a fight.

Well, if she was looking for an opponent, Mark would give her one. He stepped out of the shadows, a smirk on his face. By now, he was looking a little battle worn, after dealing with several residents of the house. "Looking for me?"

[perfectedweapon]

When he stepped out of the shadows it actually startled her a moment, though you wouldn't be able to tell by the look on her face. The tyrant class experiment cracked her neck a little and grinned.

"You'll do. You smell different more of computers than dusty books." She now really wished she had gone back for her gun, or at least to pull a long shirt over her swimsuit and sarong. Well let's see how the talent here sizes up to Umbrella's security division. She slid easily into her fighting stance.

"So, let me guess, you're the reason for the noise around here aren't you?" She needed him to move first so she could calculate the best way to take him down.

[time_schizo]

Mark circled the tyrant slowly, judging what would be the best way to take her down. She seemed more like one of the ferals then the other mutants in the house. That made her more primitive, and therefore worth less of his time.

He gave a mock bow. "But of course. No one has yet proven to be a challenge. I doubt you will change that." With the unnatural speed that was granted by his manipulation of time, he darted forward, and landed a solid punch to her jaw.

[epi_geek]

Wendy, happy as always, waltz through the house, singing loudly once again another song. Happily blissful of all and everything that he should probably be paying a little bit more attention to. He skipped down the stairs, moving side ways and skidding into the hall.

"Hey those books you gave us look good on the shelf at home, and they'll burn warm in the fire place, teacher. When in Rome." he spotted Martini not far off and stepped up to the familiar man holding up his hand for a high five and happy-go-lucky greeting.

"Hey, buddy. What's up, man?"

[time_schizo]

This one had no powers, was singing rather obnoxiously, and from all appearances was one of those half-wits that would have been designated the village idiot back in the Middle Ages. Mark would have no qualms about killing this one.

"I'm doing pest control this morning." The ambiguous greeting became much more clear as Mark sucker punched him in the face.

[epi_geek]

Wendy's confusion was evident on his face, and he lowered his hand slowly.

"Uh - huh?" he didn't anticipate a punch, he didn't anticipate anything actually, and stumbled back as said punch hit him squarely in the jaw.

He regained his footing and held a hand to his face, looking up at Mark.

"Hey, what the fuck, man?"

[time_schizo]

Grabbing Wendy by his long, girlish hair, Mark took the boy's head and slammed it into the wall. The first blow stunned him, but he didn't let up, crushing his skull a few more times against the wall for good measure. Wendy slowly slid down the wall and fell to the floor. Whether he was unconscious or dead, Mark didn't care. He had bigger fish to fry.

Imitating Wendy's tone as he stepped over his prone form, Mark answered his question. "This is 'what the fuck, man.'"