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Let’s Fight | Bloom & Wolverine

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Logan had not had a good day, although he hadn’t had a good day since his memory was wiped for the second time. It was pretty hard to have a good day when you couldn’t remember over half of your life. Although this day was especially shitty. He had agreed to help teach a few classes, what he had not agreed on was to be nice to every student that walked through his door. It wasn’t his fault the student couldn’t handle getting yelled at. In his opinion everyone should buck up and be able to take some yelling but no, he was reprimanded for such a thing. Fucking kids.

The pounding on his door did not help his mood. He thought that by this long living in this house with him, everyone would know not to bother him. Logan drowsily stirred from his bed, his beer still in hand and not quite yet finished as he walked through the door, ready to chew out whoever it was. 

The woman at the door was his next door roommate. Ava, or Edith or…actually now that he thought about he had heard her called both. She was crazy or something like that. He hadn’t really paid too much attention to the woman. In all honesty he didn’t care about people’s lives around here. If she was crazy that was her business. What was his business was that she was knocking on his door and he wanted to be alone. He took a big swig off his beer, finishing it off and looking back up at Edith. “What do you want…?” 

As soon as the door opened, Edith could tell that he was in a bad mood. He looked angry or annoyed, maybe as if he’d had a bad day or something. She didn’t care. All she wanted was her window opened so she could have some fresh air. She folded her arms over her stomach and fixed him with a stare, one eyebrow raised at him.

"I just came round to ask for your help. Look, all I need is for you to open my stupid window— which seems to be stuck. Probably whoever had this room before me did something to it, and now it’s broken. If you can open it, that would be brilliant, and then you can get back to your brooding or self-loathing or whatever it is you’re doing locked away in here," she told him, rolling her eyes slightly as if she were exasperated by everything in the mansion, which was mostly true. They were all very annoying.

If he couldn’t open the window, then she supposed she’d have to go and find one of those telekinetic mutants so that they could do it. It would be much easier if he could do it, though, or else she’d have to go on a hunt to find someone more useful, which would be a total drag. Edith looked down and realised she had been making thorns grow around her wrist, with tiny flowers sprouting out here and there. Putting her hand behind her back, she smiled at the man in an overly-sweet manner and walked back to her room, hoping that he would follow her so he could open the window.

posted 1 year ago | 2 #Let's fight #xmenelitestarter

Let’s Fight | Bloom & Wolverine

The vodka bottle was empty, just like Ava’s heart. She was angry, hot and bothered and she hated everything about the mansion. All she wanted was to feel free, happy, alive. She wanted to cause trouble in bars, break a few hearts, teach a few lessons, but no. She was stuck here in some stupid school with a chunk of her life missing. Ava doubted that the city would even look the way she remembered it from eighty years ago. So much must have changed in that time.

In the mugginess of her allotted bedroom, the redhead rolled on her bed, restless, drunk and irritable. She got up, stomping across the room and tried to open the window. When it wouldn’t open, Ava all but gave up and slammed her chair against the desk in the corner of her room. It was happening again; she could feel Edith coming to the surface, bubbling away, stewing in the anger, feeding on the rage. She was pure evil.

Well, shit, Ava, thought Edith, just let me out, we’ll have some fun. There’s that guy next door, right? Maybe he’ll open the window for us? 

Without a moment’s hesitation, Ava allowed her alter ego to the surface of their joint personality and felt instantly better. Using Edith was like a drug. Her boldness made Ava feel safe within herself. Edith stormed out of the room and went to the door next to hers, pounding on the wood, waiting for the man to answer. “Hey, you! Mister! I need your help!”

This Mansion is a Prison / Ava+Betsy

purpleflitterfly:

Betsy smiled at Avalyn as she described her neighbor, “Oh that would be Logan, he can be a handful. But he is a good friend if you just give him a chance. He’s good to have around too, I know he has gotten myself and the rest of the X-Men out of a few scraps.” She nodded at Avalyn’s observation and quietly laughed before she spoke. “Oh well don’t take it personally, Logan can be a grumpy old man at times. I mean if the rest of us took his moodiness to heart then we would miss out on all the good parts. He’s got a lot of heart and loyalty for those he calls a friend. So keep him in good graces if you can.” Betsy smiled at Avalyn, “oh well since we are going to the main floor the kitchen is down there as well. I thought you might like to see our green house too. They aren’t far off from one another.” Betsy wondered if this woman would prove to be different than the rest of the Brotherhood, actually be kind and decent. Man, that would be a big change for the brotherhood. However if it were all just a clever ruse so Betsy would put her guard down then she would be ready. After combating the shifty Mystique and listening to Magneto’s propaganda for years, she knew how sly the Brotherhood could be. But as one of her favorite sayings goes, ‘keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.’

"I suppose he did look rather handy," Avalyn agreed, remembering quite how muscly the man had been. She imagined he would be quite the person to have on your team.  "I guess I can tolerate his gruffness as long as he doesn’t annoy me specifically."

Her eyes lit up at the mention of a greenhouse. Part of her loved nature, but when plants could be cultivated in a small, closed environment they were often very different to wildflowers. “I’d love to see the greenhouse,” Ava answered. To her, plants were more important than getting food from the kitchen. For a second, she even forgot that she was supposed to hate the X-Men, because Betsy was being so kind.

"Well, then, shall we go?" she asked, and smiled.

posted 1 year ago | via | © | 18 #Hello Stranger

Hello, Stranger // Mimic & Ava

calvin-mimic-rankin:

And why would I wish to “re-vamp” the gardens around here? I am not Charles groundkeeper, so why bother?

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Well I wasn’t thinking in a nice way…

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posted 1 year ago | via | © | 18 #Hello Stranger #Calvin

Hello, Stranger // Mimic & Ava

calvin-mimic-rankin:

I agree with you there, all these mutants wish to do is try to live side by side with the humans of this world. Which we know cannot happen, it may be calm now but that won’t last forever. I can mimic anyone’s mutation including your own, why do you ask?

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Oh, I was just wondering whether we could work together to grow some vines or something large enough to shut all of the students in their rooms. I don’t know, I guess I’m just bored. Maybe we could re-vamp the gardens or something. Anything but sitting around all day…

posted 1 year ago | via | © | 18 #Hello Stranger #Calvin

Hello, Stranger // Mimic & Ava

calvin-mimic-rankin:

Magneto still has a soft spot for some of these mutants from when he worked with them. Especially Charles, he would never hurt a hair on his head, which seems to be getting thin anyway. The mutations I do enjoy are ones that I can have fun with like Ice or Fire.

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Soft spot- ugh! He needs to move on; these X-Men are nowhere near as uninhibited as we are. Ice and fire are cool. Hey, can you use my powers?

This Mansion is a Prison / Ava+Betsy

purpleflitterfly:

Betsy took the compliment, with a sigh relief as her response. She wasn’t relieved that someone liked her name, but that she hadn’t totally bombed that whole greeting. Betsy looked at the woman for a second, concerned that she would refer to the mansion in such a way. After teaming up with several government agencies in Britain and working with her brother to fight crime she came to the X-Men. It became like a second home to her. However, she could relate to Avalyn’s  feelings to when  she first arrived, or even in the midst of living there. It was a wonderful place full of reach memories, love, heartache, pain. But at times she thought it was a ‘hellhole’, team members dying, betrayal, and other horrible things that she wished the memory wipe would have erased.

 Betsy giggled under her breath as she thought of some of her younger X-Men counterparts that had referred to the mansion with disdain like Avalyn. Young Jubilee and Kitty Pryde, two fiery spirits that Betsy missed very much and wondered how they were handling this mess.

The happy memory of her two fellow X-Men brought her back to the emotion embedded in the institute. Love, a simple word, a feeling she remembered feeling here. More than just the sense of family that was provided by her teammates. But something else, something that felt so familiar that now eluded her. She couldn’t remember, who did she love? Betsy looked up at Avalyn and realized she had spaced out for a minute or two. “Oh well I am rather familair with these halls, I am sure we could find your room in no time. As far as a map I am not sure, we could check on the main floor.” Betsy smiled at Avalyn as she tried to forget her worry, as it only made her think of her forgotten lover. 

Avalyn watched the purple-haired girl in silence, judging her, gauging her. She seemed harmless, especially with the butterflies, but Ava sensed that there was more to this woman than met the eye.  The redhead cocked her eyebrows slightly and then smiled warmly.

"Sure," she agreed. "I believe I was put next door to the beastly man with claws… Wolf or something. Gruff, aggressive man who was very rude." she told Betsy. "I think he’s annoyed at the Brotherhood or something." Ava put a hand on her hip and rolled her eyes; she was far too used to peoples’ prejudices and couldn’t be bothered to care anymore.

"And while we’re on our way, perhaps you could tell me where the kitchen is as well, seeing as you’re an expert on this prison mansion?" Ava felt Edith tell her not to, wanting her to find her room on her own, but Ava pushed her away. "I’d like to know my way around, you know, in case we’re attacked or something. I don’t want to get lost."

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posted 1 year ago | via | © | 18 #Hello Stranger #Calvin

Hello, Stranger // Mimic & Ava

calvin-mimic-rankin:

But she could easily get into your mine to release her. The non-telepath mine are fragile and easy to control as you have no power to block invasions. I’m not saying your weak, it’s just the truth of the matter. Useless is not even the word, one girl can talk to animals, big deal all a cat wants to do is eat, sleep and lick it’s own ass, great mutation there.

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Sweetie, I doubt she could get into my mind. She’s weak right now. Sometimes she projects her thoughts out loud by accident and she sounds like an idiot. But maybe you’re right. I wonder what Magneto would do…? Ha- it does sound silly, but imagine being able to talk to dogs, I bet they say some really weird things.