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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 25, 2010 21:06:39 GMT -5
"Too late." Peter smiled bitterly, his eyes traveling to Zipporah as he wiped a bit of blood that still ran from his nose. Zipporah just shrugged, not really caring. She was used hurting people and blood. It was just the whole drinking it that irked her. Something that Vendetta and her friend Xavier seemed to do quite frequently, or at least when she was around. Especially if Vendetta was eating anything avian. Though she supposed that was also to bother he further. She figured she ould get back at her later. Eat a worm or something, she thought to herself, holding back a grin. "What am I doing here? You're the gang of unexplained mutants with the fighting skills." he asked, almost laughing at the irony of the situation. "Let's see, I escaped the lab, ran around for several years avoiding the idiotic government people who think that the vines and leaves won't be noticed by normals, and came here thinking nobody would find me, it being freaking New Hampshire, after all. Guess I was wrong about that." he explained, rambling a bit and running his fingers through his leaf-hair. As he did one fell to the ground. "What about you guys?" he then asked, raising a brow. "I mean, I think I deserve some sort of explaination at this point." Zipporah fell silent, doubts setting in. After all, her trusting him was only a hunch of her human side. She had to admit, it wasn't the most intelligent part of her and her animal-side did have its instincts. As he asked for an explaination of their own, she looked up and shrugged. "Hey, you're the one who was stupid enough to try and jump me. In a fair world, yeah, sure, you'd get an explanation. Then again, in a fair world we wouldn't be here. So tough shit." she grinned. The boy looked a bit surprised at her sudden change and she was sure the others would be too. By the time he was trying to get her attention with a response, she was already back to thinking and ignoring the rest of them.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 25, 2010 21:06:54 GMT -5
Illy:
"Well, as my pack mate said, you shouldn't have jumped her. and for some strange reason, i don't believe your story, how did you get out? from where? when? for how long? any chips? electronics? trackers? did you even think about that?" i snarled, my wolf instincts taking over. i snapped my teeth, them making a loud clacking noise. "you risk all of my pack mates and friends that aren't normal here if you have one tiny bug on you. we don't like people making us put in even more danger. we have enoguh of that here." i say, turning around, raking my claws across the nearest tree in anger. I heard Xavier walk behind me silently. i didn't care. as soon as i got out of range of sight, i hid behind a tree, pulled Xavier behind the same tree, signaled him to be silent, and watcehd what the newbie and if he was clean or worthy of meeting the pack.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 25, 2010 21:07:16 GMT -5
Peter looked at Vendetta boredly as she ranted on. When she was finished throwing a temper tantrum, he turned to Zipporah. In a calm voice he said, "Fist, tell your fiend that chips inside of me would not work because of my genetic make-up and the sap running through my veins to distort it. Second, I've been out of the lab for three, almost four years now. I've been able to avoid any fights with any agents, so any trackers on the outside of my body are extremely unlikely, especially considering that I spend a lot of time soaking in lakes to retain water for photosynthesis. Not to mention trackers depend on a satellite system, which can be especially iffy in places with little sattelite service. These would be one of those places. And I don't do electronics, seeing as I can't go out in public for obvious reasons." He pointed to the vines on his face as he said this. "Third, I escaped in the break-out three years ago in a lab in California. When the explosion in section fifty happened, I was let out of my cage by another experiment who escaped and managed to get passed security. Given all of the liberal hippies around, the security was fairly watered down compared to other labs. Thank God." he sighed. "Fourth, she is a danger to my life as well. Given that you are not the only mutants here, as I'm assuming from her sentence, there is a higher risk of traitors or someone else with a chip or what you will have. I enjoy being around a large group of you just as much as she does. I just happen to handle my anger better. "And you can also tell her that all plants have auras and can commicate with other plants via emotions in said auras. Being part plant, I can feel them. And she, as well as the wolf boy, happen to be making the tree they are hiding behind very uncomfortable." He glanced in the direction, well aware they could probably hear him. "And should she find any of my information on chips questionable, I'm open for being sniffed down. Now would that be all?" He finished, at this point his question directed at the hybrids behind the tree.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 25, 2010 21:07:31 GMT -5
Illy:
i pet the tree. "sorry tree." i walk back over to the group. "sniffing you out is actually what we do to make sure. and jutt becasue you have sap instead of blood means nothing. they can adapt something like that easily." i started sniffign the air around him. eventually i ran into some metal. i picked it out of his skin with ease. the vines overlapped and tried to attack my fingers, but i was faster. it was a small chip, nothing bigger than a pinkey nail. i snarled and crushed it with my nails, the chip sparking me. i smirked and threw it to the ground. "there. you're bug free. you're welcome to stay here now, after we learn more about you. background checks, adaptations to fit the normals,the usual. no biggie. i apologize if that hurt." i say, wiping the sap onto Zipporah. "you're not bug free until a wolf says so. and even now you'll have to go through our other friend." i turned to the other two. "what do you two think? of course we'll have to ask the otehrs adn do teh usual, but fo course a mutant is still a mutant. and this is no mask." i say, poking his arm. "and i am short tempered; deal with it." i say, turning to him for a moment.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 26, 2010 20:51:08 GMT -5
Peter rolled his eyes. "I would actually prefer you not tell anyone else about me actually." he said quiety, remembering that he had met up with a group of mutants a few years ago who had friends, who they then decided to show him to. That had been a rather painful, if not traumatizing experiance. "And they did make chips that could resist the sap. It was about five years ago. I'm nineteen now and by then my vines and tendons and all that shit were formed too strongly or complicatedly to where getting one of the chips in me would prove to be too much trouble. So lucky me." he explained, shaking the memory away and replying to her original comment. "And no offense intended, but I'm not really here to seek your approval." he added, getting a bit annoyed at this point and wishing he was stronger so if he asked the old maple tree to her right to break her ankly or something else with its roots, he would not get his ass kicked. "And yeah, I could have told you that to begin with." jhe responded to the mask comment, a few of the vines on his face shifting to "wave" at Vendetta. Meanwhile, Zipporah shrugged at her friend. "I don't particularly give a shit. He's old enough to be on his own anyway and I ain't his mommy." she replied. "Plus no one deserves the torture and pain of Georgia, if that's what you're getting at. Unless they are scientists or agents." she grinned, her eyes looking over at the plant-boy, meeting his own. Seeing various emotions running through his eyes, she couldn't help but feel uncharacteristically sympathetic. Looking back at her friends she said, "But I don't particularly see any problem with him sticking around."
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 26, 2010 20:51:36 GMT -5
Illy:
i sighed. "memories." i said, noddign as i sniffed and felt his emotions. "and who said i would tell Georgia? i'm 16. it's close enough." i said to Zipporah. i turn to Peter. "why would you not want our pack mates to not know about you? we don't keep secrets. well, not that many anyway. little ones. and helping another mutant is not little." i said, sitting down on the earthen floor. i turned to Xavier and Zipporah. "i will talk to you and the other pack mates in private. this will be a group decision most certainly." i said. i turned to Peter. "reguardless of what you want, teh otehr must be alerted another one of us has appeared. we need to know. information and connections is what keeps us alive." i said. i stood and brushed off the dirt. i walked out of the forest and back home, but not before sending out a howl to call the toerhs. now it was tiem for a pack meeting. my howl was met with Xaviers and another's. there were three wolves in the pack. more weren't wolves though. we were but a little population. i walk off but not before motioning for Peter to stay there and to wait for us.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 26, 2010 20:51:53 GMT -5
Fuck, Peter thought to himself anxiously. He did not like large groups of people. He never had. It had reminded him of the scientists standing over him and proding him with various object. And now others who had introduced them to their own groups or friends. Even other mutants were seldom accepting due to his disturbing appearance with the vines and all. He sighed, a few leaves falling from his head as he stood nervously. "Don't worry, I don't like people either." Zipporah nodded in understanding, patting him on the back before she left with the others. As she did so, she felt another wave of sympathy for the plant hybrid. She was too distracted by the feelings to notice how odd it was for her to feel them. Her sypathy in particular. She seldom cared for the feelings of anyone behind her own paranoia and worry. The bird hybrid rarely had time for such sensitivities and yet did not find it odd to question the mysterious stranger. "So, what do you think." she asked Vendetta and Xavier curiosly, though she already had some idea that Vendetta was still a bit wary of the boy. she wasn't sure about Xavier though.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 26, 2010 20:53:01 GMT -5
Illy:
"about Peter the plant or the fact that you're showing normal emotions?" i ask, picking up on her sympathy. it was unlike Zipporah to show emtions other than for paranoia. "i'm not sure on Peter. we'll have to check out his story. if it checks out i'm willing to let him relax here until we move on somewhere else. although it makes it harder to hide, it makes it easier to survive." i say, unsure. Xavier snorts. "you think too much. i don't trust him. he was too careful. he might be a spy. you use your heart too much and not your head and instincts. both of you." he said, growling. i growled at him. "what crawled up your tail and bit it? use my heart. please. stop acting like a big brother. he's another mutant like us. he deserves a chance." i say, snapping my teeth in anger. he growled and went on all fours and ran off. i snorted adn chased after him. "we're too close to the normals. slow down! you're going to run right into the midst of town!" i snapped, bumping into him.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 26, 2010 20:53:29 GMT -5
"I will have you plenty aware that I am quite capable of showing human emotions!" Zipporah snapped, her wings suddenly flaring out and narowly missing the wolf hybrid. However it was just a reaction to her anger and she never intended to hit either of her friends. "If you want, I can now introduce you to my favorite one. Its name is 'Anger'." She turned to listen to Xavier and raised her eyebrow. "Well my instincts are currently telling me to go rabid and kick your little puppy ass." she retorted, lifting up her feet, or rather talons. Her claws glinted in the moonlight. While a normal mockingbird had seldom lethal feet, due to her size, Zipporah's were quite dangerous. especially given that she wasn't kidding and when ticked off, her instincts often wound up having a large influence on her behavior. As the wolf boy began to run, she jumped in the air, gliding to keep up. While in fighting her feet provided an advantage, the same could not be said for running. "Dumbass," she hissed under her breath, landing when he had finally slowed.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 26, 2010 20:53:51 GMT -5
Illy:
standing up, i growl at both fo them. "dipshits." i snarl before runnign on ym two legs out of there and over to an old park. i sit ona swing and stare at the moon. "damn loyalties." i wait for the otehr pack members to arrive.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 26, 2010 20:54:10 GMT -5
"I enjoy flying, but this is really getting irritating." Zipporah growled before jumping into the air again. In no particular rush, she decided to just glide the way, flapping her wings every so often that she got too close to the ground. Seeing movement on one the swings in a park, she spotted Vendetta easily. She descended in slow swirls around the area. Zipporah finally landed a minute later, using her bird feet to wrap around the top of the swingset. By now her anger had dissipated and she leaned down to poke Vendetta boredly. "So we are waiting for others?" she asked her, her curious eyes shining in the moonlight.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 26, 2010 20:54:32 GMT -5
Illy:
my anger drained, i stared at her bored as well. "no. we're waiting for the muffin man." i say, rolling my eyes and swining slowly. teh toehrs bean to arrive slowly.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 26, 2010 20:54:49 GMT -5
"Ooh, is he bringing anything good? Like wormy muffins?" Zipporah asked, grinning. She was reminded that she had yet to get back at Vendetta and gross her out. She was also reminded that she left the house without much eating and would like some spaghetti, if only for the fact that eating reminded her of eating worms. She watched as slowly as the other mutants arrived. Three girls and two boys, excluding Xavier. There was Chico, Nick, Tori, Aurora, and Diedra. All of them sporting various animal limbs, now out in the open that there were no normals around.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 26, 2010 20:55:07 GMT -5
Illy:
realizing that Zipporah was trying to gross me out, i grinned. "yes, adn blood muffins for me and Xavier over there. ncie adn filled with blood and bones and meat. lots and lots of meat." i reply, waiting for everyone to take their usual spots.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 26, 2010 20:55:25 GMT -5
"Sounds lovely." Zipporah said with a grin. She promptly hopped to the ground, dropping her head level to it as if listening for something. When it appeared she had, she dug her fingers into the dirt and searched around a bit. Her hand pulled out a large, squirming earthworm about three inches in length. With two of her sharp fingernails, the hybrid cut the invertebrate in half, letting hte other fall to the ground. She held the other half to her mouth, holding it wide open. With her tongue, she cleaned the dirt off of the creature before letting it fall on the organ. With a slow roll of her tongue, she sucked on the bug for a minute before swallowing, all of which was fully visible to the wolf hybrid, as well as several others. Zipporah then hopped back on her perch. Lookingdown at Vendetta, she asked, "So you wanna start, or you want me to?"
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