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28 September 2011 @ 10:40 pm
::rolls up to the mansion after an incredibly not fun night at an underground clinic in the city::


So, I'm back. Two broken legs and a fractured pelvis, but I'm alive. However, what went down? Its not okay.
Something has to be done about Shaw. Before someone is seriously injured. Or killed.

On a better note, I'd like to thank everyone for the care they showed me when I was injured. Especially Azazel. And Logan. Who really deserves a badge that says "Subject is softer than he appears". And Charles? You've got some competition. I challenge you to a race whenever you feel up to it. And I stand by what I said - these would make a hell of a hovercraft.
 
 
26 September 2011 @ 12:26 am
[So, this happened, in which Moira and Azazel venture to an old abandoned warehouse to practice working with controlled explosives, sparks of a very different kind [further] ignite, and feelings are finally confronted. Azazel brushes a strand of hair behind Moira's ear and asks if she'd consider the idea of them becoming more. As she replies in the affirmative, intrigued and uncertain all at once, Azazel teleports them to a far more scenic spot, the roof of the X-Mansion at sunset.]



::smiles and leans in closer to him:: I don't do anything I don't want to Azazel. I promise you that.

(ooc: Posting here so we can stop spamming Deathpool's post, and bc I know certain individuals *coughswagnetoswagnetocough* have been invested in this ;P And please, anyone, feel free to crash/interrupt/whatever the post)


 
 
 
20 September 2011 @ 06:13 pm
The good news is, I'M ME AGAIN! No more nose-booping or silly goosing or any of that nonsense.


The bad news is, I'm back to normal because I was playing a fun game with Shaw a friend, and this ACCIDENTALLY I REPEAT ACCIDENTALLY happened:




So I'll be in my wheelchair again for awhile. Yeah.





To all you new people... I apologize for any peculiarities on my end. Welcome to our home!
 
 
19 September 2011 @ 11:16 am
So I know I have a reason to be here
[yeah right]
shhh I'm talking to the computer people!
Anyway, I know I have a reason to be here but I can't remember what it is right now, so I'm going to guess it's because you have a blue chick.
Or possibly for an assassination.
Did anyone here order an assassination, no onions, heavy on the mayo?
 
 
 
17 September 2011 @ 05:39 am
Aw hell, I don't even really know how I got talked into this in the first place. Musta been some sort of mental lapse. Well, either way, seems I'll be joining you merry band of miscreants from now on. Just don't expect me to shower you with smiles and gold stars because that's not how things work in Wolverine-land. Got it? Good.


I don't suppose any of you could point me to where the drinks are in this place, eh?
 
 
 
31 August 2011 @ 05:13 pm
::makes an announcement to everyone (except Shaw, bc she's absolutely NOT inviting him) during morning training:: My family owns a small island off the North of Scotland. Its called Muir Island and its been uninhabited now for generations. I thought it would be nice for all of us to get away. And maybe do Charles' mind some good. Somewhere private, where no one has to feel the need to hide, or fear being discovered. Its beautiful there - beaches and rocky cliffs, green hills and waterfalls. Azazel graciously offered to teleport us there, so anyone whose interested, gather whatever you wish to bring, meet back here at noon, and we'll be off. [When they arrive, the island looks like this] [she's made sure to bring ample supplies: food, along with lanterns, some wine for the grownups, and a few guns in case she needs to use them, and sits atop a rock on the beach, waiting for everyone else to arrive]

(ooc: I'm running to the gym. Back for island funtimes soon!)
 
 
 
28 August 2011 @ 11:01 pm
*decides it's ridiculously annoying that everyone has a super amazing power and all she's got is scales and stuff so... the only solution is for her to work out crazy hard and train till she can manage to drop kick each and every one of the guys here* 



ooc: I haven't actually ever done a role play like this one before so if I'm making some flagrant mistake, please correct me. Anyway, hi! I'm new! Treat Raven well please (: So yes, Raven is in her little training room as of right now and could use a distraction or four... maybe a training session or something!


 
 
26 August 2011 @ 08:31 am
DEAR CHARLES, THIS IS AN INTERVENTION.



It has come to our attention that you have perhaps been brainwashed, lobotomized, or otherwise infected by Shaw. Nobody leaves this room until we get to the bottom of this >:(



ooc: everyone can be there, i just ran out of heads~ ps i'm officially home! so i'll be back around these parts more 8D
 
 
 
09 August 2011 @ 11:36 pm
I know I've been rather...quiet lately.

But don't worry.

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I've been keeping out of trouble. Sometimes.

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*Twirls~*

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ooc: Hey all. Remember me? Sorry I've been absent lately. I've been crazy busy with work and stuff. Also, yes, I really did just want an excuse to post that Ryan Gosling gif. ;)
 
 
::somehow a [totally appropriate quality for the 60s] film reel of Moira undercover at a Burlesque club escaped her private belongings and materializes in the main mansion sitting-room::



(ooc: lets just say someone finds the film reel lying around and pops it in to see what it is)