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Tyger, Tyger, burning bright....OTA

Oct 08, 2010 01:24

Daken had gotten the call while he was in Rome, finishing up another assignment. "I trust you've seen the news?" the voice on the other end of the line asked in Japanese. Daken stayed silent. Who hadn't? An earthquake of that size and magnitude, with the scope of the tragedy involved. Every news station in the world had been eating it up like ( Read more... )

[content] arrival, victor creed, ✝ tabitha 'boom-boom' smith, akihiro 'daken', roy 'raven' levoch, ✝ james logan

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double_dynamite October 8 2010, 11:23:23 UTC

"God damn' ugh!" To say Tabitha looked like she was struggling was an understatement, as she finally took the bag she'd been lugging, dropped it and plopped down on the battered green material, and started to chew on her dog tags in a bored offhanded manner, completely unawares anyone was close by.

mongrelverine October 9 2010, 10:37:19 UTC

Daken appeared right next to her, moving with a speed that seemed to be almost supernatural in origin. "Having difficulties?" He wasn't about to break cover just yet, so he was stuck playing the role of the good little soldier boy. That was alright. Daken was used to masks. He saw them all around him constantly.

double_dynamite October 10 2010, 06:14:55 UTC

Tabitha practically jumped out of skin in surprise at the sound of another voice, out of freaking nowhere and only just stopped herself from faceplanting. "Uhh yeah you could say that."

This dude looked well a little different, meaner then the other soldier boys she'd met, but then again he could just be another stick in the mud.

mongrelverine October 10 2010, 06:42:47 UTC

Most mutants were so incredibly idiotic that Daken wondered if they hadn't been given their powers as some sort of cosmic joke. Still, patience was the key. He didn't smile, knowing it would come off as looking fake, but he managed to look a little less intimidating. "Not that I blame you. From what I heard, you all had a hell of a time back in Japan."

The information he'd been able to receive on his target had been frustratingly limited. He knew his target was male and able to control seismic energy. Other than that, Daken had nothing to go on. Hopefully, he'd be able to get the information he needed out of the woman before him with little difficulty. His pheromones, already in the air, would make her most cooperative in his plans. Assuming, of course, she was anything like all the others he had manipulated in the past.

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watch_the_nails October 8 2010, 18:06:12 UTC

Blood. Victor could smell blood. And with the new team leader being more up tight than a duck's asshole, it struck the feral as unusual that he'd be able to smell the unmistakeable sickly, cloying scent of fresh, arterial blood this close to the camp's perimeter. He'd been patrolling the grounds - patrolling what he still thought of as his territory, no matter how much the army bigwigs would try and convince him otherwise - and he paused to sniff the air, trying to hone in on the direction of that scent ( ... )

mongrelverine October 9 2010, 10:46:25 UTC

Daken felt a sudden prickle go up in the back of his mind. The predator's instinct in him was raising a big red flag. He felt like he was being watched, but when his eyes scanned the surrounding buildings and landscape, he saw nothing. The feral didn't like it one bit. He'd learned long ago to trust his animal side much more than his human. It never lied or tried to reason with him, only ever supplying him with cold hard facts ( ... )

watch_the_nails October 10 2010, 15:10:08 UTC

Victor's eyes narrowed further as he moved further along the perimeter, bringing the younger man into view. Even though Daken had taken care to obtain a uniform which was free of blood, there was still something about him which didn't sit right with the old feral. He had a predator's instinct of his very own, and it had served him well so far; he knew better than to ignore it. Much as the 'bewildered new recruit' act seemed genuine, Victor had experienced enough tricks and tactics to retain his caution, and there was a faint scent of blood about this one, enough to make him wary ( ... )

mongrelverine October 10 2010, 21:45:54 UTC

When Victor appeared, Daken first just took a moment to marvel at just how big the other mutant was in terms of just size. The added touches of the pointy teeth and nails only added to the intimidating figure. This was a man who clearly considered himself to be at the top of the food chain, literal or metaphorical.

"Maybe," Daken replied evenly. What he really should have been doing was keeping up with that scared soldier routine, maybe freaking out and taking a step or two back when he saw those fangs and claws. But his pride had other ideas and instead he stood his ground. He did manage to keep himself from growling back at the other feral and unleashing his claws. The thought of a fight was tempting, but he had a mission to do. Daken couldn't let himself get sidetracked. "No thanks. I can see them just fine from right here." One hand kept the gun steadily pointed at Victor's chest.

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mongrelverine October 10 2010, 08:02:36 UTC

Damn. The feral mutant had hoped his actions would go unnoticed for at least another hour. He wasn't sure how the man knew what he did, but Daken needed to do some damage control before his cover was blown. If Roy didn't know the specifics of what had occurred, Daken would hopefully be able to reign him in.

He plastered a look of very genuine looking concern on his face while inwardly seething at this kink in his plans. "No, I didn't see anyone injured, and I just came from that way. Why?"

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mongrelverine October 10 2010, 23:43:38 UTC

Daken let Roy chatter on. Someone around here seriously needed to inform these mutants that telling everyone within earshot any little thing about themselves was a sure way to end up dead, or at the very least with someone extremely annoyed at them. But for now, it was proving to be an advantage.

He couldn't just let this nosy little empath go off and start telling everyone and their grandmother that somebody was possibly dead. Daken needed to take care of this problem now. "You know what they say about assuming. I dunno how empathy works, but maybe you just felt an animal's emotions or something. Tell you what. I'll walk over there with you and we'll both check it out." Separate one animal from the herd. It made it easier to take it down.

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45825243_t78_a October 10 2010, 18:10:59 UTC

Since Logan's room was on the top floor, he soon took to using the roof as an extension of it, somewhere private, to get away from it all, to smoke. He didn't know if Remy had a problem with him smoking in their room; he hadn't asked. So far, the Cajun hadn't been as much of an ass as Logan had thought he would be, but Logan liked some alone time, and smoking was as good an excuse for it as anything.

He lit up, taking his first drag as he walked out onto the roof, towards the lined edge of it. Looking around the camp was something to do while smoking; he still didn't know what to think of this new place, the change in discipline - everything. Logan wasn't sure why the soldier walking along below caught his attention, but there was something... Exhaling thoughtfully, he expelled the last tendrils of smoke with force, trying to get a good sniff. And that's when he realized. The wind was coming right at him, but he wasn't getting any scent off that soldier ( ... )

mongrelverine October 10 2010, 23:55:41 UTC

Minus a few minor interruptions, Daken had managed to walk right through the base undetected. He needed to find this 'Rictor', as someone had referred to him as, kill him, and then get the hell out of there before half the camp descended on him. He had already wasted enough time as it was ( ... )

45825243_t78_a October 11 2010, 18:48:03 UTC

As the soldier looked up, there was a subtle emotion, belated, that Logan couldn't quite make out. (These things were damn difficult without scent to guide him; it was like suddenly having to lip-read.) It might almost be fear, except there was no reason for that, as far as Logan could see. Not unless this guy had a manic fear of second-hand smoke, even out in the open.

Logan looked back quietly, taking a long drag before he took the cigar between his fingers again, still leaning casually on the edge of the roof. Something was off. But that didn't mean something was wrong. All the same, he kept his eyes on the soldier, refusing to be the first to look away now that eye contact had been established. Whatever was going on, Logan was here, and he wasn't going away.

mongrelverine October 12 2010, 00:09:32 UTC

He stared up at his father, the man who had murdered his mother. Hatred burned from his eyes. If only Daken could have killed him right then and there. But no, now was neither the time or the place for that. He had a job to do. Later, once that was all done and over with, then he would have time to take his revenge nice and slow. Make him suffer. Make him pay.

Those thoughts made a small grin cross his face. He gave a small salute in Logan's direction before breaking off eye contact. Daken walked across the open ground before disappearing into the medical center. It was time to go to work.