"So, I almost totaled my car and lost my keys. Everyone has their bad days, right?”
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“Well, yeah. Course I had to go an’ try t’pet one,” he said, lifting up a finger that had a white, thin scar around its circumference.
He grinned broadly. “Least it was a koala an’ not its evil cous’n, the drop bear. Them critters are the real beasties. Mo’ likely than not t’drop down on yer ‘ead and take off an ear. Me uncle Vivian was attacked by one once. Clean floored ‘im an’ bit off ‘is ear an’ swallowed it, an’ me uncle had to wrassle it off an’ was fixin’ to tear that beastie apart to get ‘is ear back when a croc come an killed the drop bear, an’ fightin’ a croc just ain’t the same as fightin’ a drop bear.”
He lowered his voice to a whisper. “Me aunt used t’do it all the time an’ ol’ Vivian didn’ wanna disturb ‘er mem’ry.”
John was fully awake now and suffering the sensation of needing to stretch, but was unfortunately in the process of being spooned. He resigned himself to remaining conflicted.
“Mmmm… you was drunk an’ it didn’ seem propa’ ethical t’leave ya to Avalanche’s mercy.” He purred contently in Scott’s arms. “We didn’ do nothin’ if that’s what y’wanna know. That didn’ seem propa’ ethical either. Though it still sounds ‘ella fun.”
Scott's mind was just properly out of the reach of reason to believe the story John was fabricating until the part where a crocodile was introduced. He opened his eyes once more to just stare at the other from behind his shades with an increasing level of disbelief present. "Uh-huh... drop bears." He repeated, wondering what that meant besides something like a koala. He wondered sometimes what went on in John's head. They could make a feature film with all the stories he came up with in the course of a day. Forget the mutant terrorism--- new upcoming movie writer, St John Allerdyce.
He squeezed his arms around John's midsection at the mention of things that weren't very ethical. "Since when do you have ethics?" He joked, still comfortably position right behind him with his legs tangled up in the sheets. He shifted his head, nuzzling it back down into the pillow he was laying on as the events of the previous night were laid out for him. So much for his own teammates looking out for him, but at least the redhead before him had been there. He wasn't keen on getting in Lance's way while smashed. Seemed like he'd dodged the bullet once again.
"And what do you mean it still sounds fun?" His hands pulled away from the other as he rolled onto his back. He exhaled in a big yawn, arms stretching out in front of himself and his legs kicking at the blankets he was wrapped in. "I guess I owe you one now." He closed his eyes and lifted his shades up to rub at them, still slightly tired overall. "What do you want from me?"
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CONGRATULATIONS BAE!!!!!!
THANK YOU!
NOW I NEED TO START COLLEGE.
S'up nerds?
Guess who graduated and is finally on summer vacation? That’s right, your local dork supreme. I’m back and ready for duty. I know it’s been a long while for a lot of the threads I have saved on here, so I’m probably going to drop some of them. However, that doesn’t mean I don’t want to RP with all of you lovely people still. Feel free to message me to plot stuff out or like this post for a starter!
Officially putting this nerd on hiatus until summer break. I have way too much work to be juggling three blogs and schoolwork.
I’ll be on Jaime if anyone needs me.
"So ya crack ribs in bed, too?"
"Actually, I crack bedframes."
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Amusement glinted in Pietro’s eyes, and a hand drifted to his mouth in order to smother a snort. Summers was better at this game than Pietro had given him credit for. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” he nodded, waving his hand dismissively as he raised his head to look at the X-Man, keeping his face expressionless- if not a bit irritated. “Lance told me about all the fun that the two of you had when he moved into the X-Mansion for a week. I really don’t need to hear about it again.”
Speaking of Lance… Pietro perked up slightly, his eyes narrowing as he focused on what he could have sworn was the slightest noise from outside. A car’s engine, perhaps?
It couldn’t be. He couldn’t be back already. if he was…
"Hold that thought, Summers…" Pietro held up a hand, his attention focused on the front door. Springing up from his chair he raced over the the window and peered through the cracked glass. He bet that even Summers could see his face pale through those red glasses.
"Okay, Summers, I feel I ought to warn you," he began hurriedly. He could hear the thud of Lance’s boots pounding up the stairs, shaking mud off as he did so. "This might get ugly. No laser beams in the living room, if you two really have to have it out Toad’s room is totally fair game but nowhere else, watch out for falling plaster, and please for the love of god don’t tell him I let you in-” This last part was added almost in a whisper- for just then, the front door swung open and Lance marched inside, still trailing mud across the wooden floor as stepped over the threshold.
"Hey Pietro!" Lance called, his back to the other two mutants as he shook out his drenched hair and stripped off his raincoat, carelessly discarding it in the corner near the doorway. "I hope those two have gotten back already, cause I managed to find us some-"
The plastic bag Lance clutched in his hand fell to the ground as he turned to face the living room; of course, the first person he caught sight of was Scott.
A very ominous tremble shook the house as Lance’s face darkened, and Pietro’s eyes widened slightly. This was so not good.
Scott had built up a pretty effective resistance to taunting and teasing over the years. He wasn't about to let Pietro come in and penetrate that right off the bat. All he was looking for was a good laugh or a well-earned punch in the face. Scott would be more than willing to reward him with the latter if he wasn't in such a weird situation at the moment. He forced himself not to smirk at the irritated look his unemotional shell stirred up from the speedster, keeping up a nearly statuesque demeanor up until he heard a car.
He flnched slightly watching Pietro storm over to the window with a hint of worry crossing his face with his mouth dropping open to question it. Lips fell into a concerned pursed line, already knowing what was happening before the speedster spouted his warning off. The guy sure knew how to convey himself through body language alone.
Was Pietro really that scared of Lance? Weren't the two of them teammates? Well, Scott wasn't sure how things worked in the Brotherhood house that well. He pushed himself away from his spot and backed himself toward the kitchen. Going to duck away, Scott heard Lance's voice fill the room with a lurch in his stomach that meant this wasn't going to end well. He was allowed to use his optic blasts yet that walking earthquake was allowed to bring the house down on top of him?
As their eyes met----well, eyes to shades----Scott froze up with his eyebrows raising to the top of his forehead. He went to speak just as the tremors hit the house, forcing the X-Man to reach out and brace himself on the wall.
"Whoa whoa whoa! I'm not here to fight you, Alvers----!"
Good thing Pietro warned him about the plaster, he stumbled back in order to dodge the debris now raining down from above. He shielded his face away from pieces bouncing down on top of his head, fingers grazing against his shades though he kept himself from just attacking Lance outright. He'd just said he wasn't here for a fight--as tempting as it was.
"You're going to bring this place down for no reason, dude! Cool your jets!".
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What happened to your Season 5 XMEVO blog?
WELL——we got busy. prettypryde and I are both students and everything kind of stumbled out of control once break ended. We’re sorry that everything fell through all of a sudden, but we’ll probably bring it back up when we have enough time to give it the proper time and effort it deserves. As for now, I know I’m hella busy with classes and stuff so I know that it really wouldn’t be very easy to jump right back into it. Sorry! ; o ; We’ll keep you all updated on that and stuff.
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( GDI. I was going to try for replies but my muse is still caught up on scott’s out of the blue valentine. i s2g she’s broken. )
I'm in the process of making a new RP blog and doing old drafts, but my Scott muse has suddenly risen from the grave for now.
Mutuals like this for a starter!
"Thank you. I knew you’d prove useful."
[ Emma beamed at him as he grabbed some of her bags and lead the way as she walked next time him. ]
”So, what do you people do around this mansion? I know your somewhat the leader and all but I don’t exactly plan on wasting my days in your little danger playroom.”
"You're welcome----hey."
Scott wrinkled his nose ever so slightly, not sure if she meant that as an insult or not. He glanced over, watching her grin as they walked toward her room. Just about everything she was saying to him could be taken as an insult if he thought about it for long enough. Maybe he should just stop thinking about it.
"We don't spend 24/7 in the Danger Room, you know. There's a lot to do if you just look around a little bit. What do you like to do?"
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE.
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So… classes and assignments and all that fun stuff have taken up a good majority of my life these last few weeks. I hate that I don’t have the time or the brain capacity to be flipflopping between here and my Blue Beetle blog even though my Scott muse has actually resurfaced for the first time in a while. Once things start to calm down, I’ll be back more here, no worries! I love you all for sticking around through this hiatus! <3
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So… classes and assignments and all that fun stuff have taken up a good majority of my life these last few weeks. I hate that I don’t have the time or the brain capacity to be flipflopping between here and my Blue Beetle blog even though my Scott muse has actually resurfaced for the first time in a while. Once things start to calm down, I’ll be back more here, no worries! I love you all for sticking around through this hiatus! <3