Jamie's room mate had left. His stuff was gone only to be replaced with what was clearly someone elses. After examining the room for all of five seconds (via clever use of duplicates), Jamie decided that while he'd miss Pyro, if it was his time to go then so be it. The dupes vanished, reabsorbed rapidly as Jamie left his room ( Read more... )

Bradley was not looking forward to his role as Team Leader, not at all. It amazed him that out of the teammates he was placed with, he was the one with the most field experience in missions. In his own mind, he was a follower, not a leader, and as usual was feeling scared. But this time, the fear welling up inside him wasn't for himself, it was for ( Read more... )

Wade had been spending most of his time in the workout room training. It wasn't a luxury the team had back in Africa, and he was going to take advantage. Especially since he hadn't gone on a mission since god knows when. He had a feeling Stryker was just being a dick and punishing him for his constant mouth. But what else was new ( Read more... )

Jamie wasn't exactly sure how it happened. One minute, a duplicate was pulling a bag of flour off the shelf. The nest minute, there was only one of him and he was covered in flour and there was a girl with bright blue hair and wide eyes apologizing profusely and laughing at the same time ( Read more... )

( Dual Pup Post. Jamie and Esme. )

Of course Stryker would be nowhere to be found. There was only this huge catastrophe happening. Nothing he should concern himself with. She needed a drink but she didn't feel like walking all the way to the pub if there was no guarantee they would even serve her. Betsy was still tall for her age but her face left no doubt as to her womanly status ( Read more... )

Martini threw himself at the door once again, nails scratching along the metal as he scraped his fingers over them. No one would hear him. It was the middle of the night. Stryker had decided to punish him for destroying the camp in Africa, putting him in one beyond all other for him. Solitary confinement. His fingernails had been mostly ripped off ( Read more... )

You know what sucks? Getting your butt kicked by a girl two inches shorter and about 50 pounds lighter. That, in Jamie Madrox's opinion, sucks. It had started simple enough, a sparring match with Laura. It ended with a thud and several moments later, Laura was heading out as though nothing had happened and Jamie was staring at the ceiling of the ( Read more... )

While getting out of the camp had been fun and a lifesavor, it was still a lot of work. Trying to resupply unstandard equipment in a country that spoke another language was a task all on it's own. Luckily Domino could speak some Russian and she had no problem getting what she needed. She was able to explore for a very little bit. She saw a few ( Read more... )

It was mid-afternoon and he'd missed lunch. And breakfast. That was fine. He was used to doing things himself anyway so, now, Jamie was at the stove, keeping his eyes on what he hoped would end up a grilled turkey and cheese sandwich and a pot of chicken soup. He had a bad habit of becoming mildly distracted and things burned just slightly. It was ( Read more... )