Following her conversation with Julio over the phone, Rogue had attempted to sleep and found it far too difficult. She had bits of his memory floating around, the nightmares were almost as bad as with Carol. She'd expected something like this, but she'd never expected the depth of despair that she'd found. Rictor masked a lot of things with his ( Read more... )

Having your powers drained by someone you consider to be more like a sister than a friend is annoying but live-able. It was an accident and Ric doesn't blame Rogue in the slightest, anyway he lived and really wasn't all that bothered by the consequential trip to hospital (he was unconscious at that part), transfer back to the base (awake by this ( Read more... )

Getting permission for the four of them to go to Spokane had been pretty easy considering that Ric could just ask Emma outright and getting there had been a quicker event thanks to a poker game in his favour and the debt being called in as a lift into town for them all. Wandering down West Main Avenue away from the Cyrus O'Leary's Restaurant (they' ( Read more... )

It all started with a headache from the moment he woke up, an intense pressure closing in on his skull which already set him in a bad mood. Life at the fort was certainly good to him, he had a lot of work to do and never went hungry, they even had enough supplies to cope with his caffeine and sugar addictions. This morning, however, nothing could ( Read more... )

While the mission with Wade was counted as a success, Rogue hoped to hell that they didn't use her for anything like that again. She understood how helpful it could be, she understood how much easier it was, but it was still her head and her mind and her feeling the strain of too many foreign memories. Carol always got louder when someone else ( Read more... )

In North Carolina it was friggin' GORGEOUS outside. His mom said people were rocking shorts already and here he was bundled up against freezing ass rain in Washington state. Tomorrow they could get more snow. MORE MOTHERFUCKING SNOW. Enough was enough already ( Read more... )

There’s a steady swooshing sound accompanied by some ridiculously loud laughter and gleeful yelps of amusement followed finally by a loud THUD coming from the stairwell in the Lincoln House. It would seem that Martini and Julio have gotten a hold of an unwanted mattress and are using it as a method of sliding down the stairs. It’s full of claw ( Read more... )

The observation reports were in and  the higher ups, including General Stone, were not happy. The team was showing a dismal result in the ability to work together as a cohesive unit. From the attack on the camp, when very few had used the advantages other abilities, to the rescue of Captain Sykes, where the mutant known as Pyro had been shot by one ( Read more... )

Adrian had gotten used to the duffel bag lifestyle over the last couple of years, so when the meeting took place he found it rather easy to say goodbye to his old life and pack the bare essentials of clothing, toiletries and his cell phone ( Read more... )

The one good thing about not being allowed to have much stuff was when you were forced to move repeatedly it was easy to pack. Though she was almost sorry to hear the other building was done and they were moving again. She had her own room and it was actually pretty nice. Plus, the neighbors were choice. However, when she found out she'd have her ( Read more... )