X-Men: A Bright New World

Once upon a time it was a castle. It had been transported from Austria brick by brick over a hundred years ago. Now it stood on a hill, and if it weren't for it being near the center of 70 acres of forested property, Xavier's School for the Gifted could be seen from the center of West Chester, New York. With the woods surrounding it the private academy on the end of Graymalkin Lane was one of the most secluded areas within 20 miles of New York City.

The entire property wasn't forest. There was a lake near the main house. There was a smaller boat house near the lake, a wooden structure, not stone and mortar like the mansion. There were about two acres of cleared land around the mansion, and a few pockets of fields around the grounds. Near the wood line stood the main stables, which had been empty until recently. Last year a student came who had experience with horses, so Xavier had acquired a few rescue horses from around the tri-state area and some of the students had nursed them back to health.

All-in-all the school looked like a pleasant private academy.

Looks can be deceiving.

Xavier's School for the Gifted was the ancestral home of Professor Charles Xavier, the world renown geneticist. Using Cerebro, a device designed to pick up the genetic signature of mutants, Charles Xavier has gathered together a group of students he has taught to control their superhuman gifts so they can lead a normal life. He has also taught them to defend themselves, and defend others. It has been Xavier's creed that if mutants rise up to attack humanity then it is the responsibility of other mutants to defend humanity against those attacks. And that is why Xavier created the

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Setting: It is Saturday and the students and associate (college level) students are free to roam the grounds or even go off campus.

For students who follow the news, the lead story for the day is last night's attack on Fort Knox. Apparently the perpetrators used an EMP device to disable the security, killed a number of soldiers, leaving no witnesses and somehow ripping the vaults out of the ground and making them disappear. The high-tech labs at the military research facility at Fort Knox have also been spirited away, seemingly ripped from the ground.

Superpowered criminals are suspected and the President has asked the Avengers to investigate.


The OOC thread can be found here.

Jubilee

Jubilee was out looking around the grounds trying to find the best place to play her Poke'mon game. She had looked every where and found a nice little stall empty. She went in there and sat down on a bale of hay. She was in her simple little daisy duke jean shorts and a simple halter top. She wore her Favorite shades and jacket as well. She pulled out her Nintendo DS and some gum. Next was her favorite drink Redbull and was ready to go. She put in her game and started it up she smiled as she chewed on her favorite Flavorstripe gum and began her Adventure in the Poke' verse.

The Hot little asian girl was enjoying the beginnings of her game in the solitude of the little stall thankful it was Saturday and that few students really came out here. The WiFi still worked out here though. She smiled at that thought as she had her iPad in one of her jacket pockets, later she would jam oon some tunes while WOWing out.

Doug Ramsey - Cypher

Doug loved to ride. He grew up around horses and honestly couldn't remember a time when he didn't know how to ride. He remebered learning how to swim wigh his Dad out in the crick, but he just as little recollection of learning to ride as he did learning to walk.

Right now he was riding Tiger. Who named a horse Tiger? It was as silly as naming a tiger Horse. But she was a rescue animal, her situation had been pretty bad before she was bought and brought to Xavier's where Doug had nursed her back to health. Tiger didn't let anyone else ride her yet, so she was Doug's horse by default.

They rounded the corner to the stable and Doug dismounted while she was still walking. His hands were still on the reigns and he was walking Tiger into the stable without a break in step for either of them. Doug walked her into the main area and took off her saddle and bridle, hanging it up. He brushed the horse down, both him and Tiger silent the whole time. They walked over to her stall and stopped.

Jubilation. Jubilation Lee to be specific, the former Olympic gymnast was sitting in my Tiger's stall on a bale of hay. Jubilation Lee the very hot Chinese girl who played alot of video games. Jubilation Lee the good girl who seemed the very model of innocence.

Jubilation Lee, Doug's fuck buddy.

It was just sex. No relationship expected or wanted beyond friendship. Friends with Benefits as they say. She needed release sometimes and so did he. That was all it was.

Doug smiled and shook his head. She was so engrossed in her DS that she didn't even look up.

After a minute Tiger whinnied and Jubilee looked up. Doug waved to her.

"If you want to get out of Tiger's stall I can put her away and then we can fuck if you'd like." Doug's tone was casual, like he was asking her to pass the mashed potatoes. Really, why else would she be down here at the stables. No one else ever came all the way out here by themselves and no one took one of the horses out without him there to double checck the straps. Obviously his china doll wanted some... release.

Sharp rasping breaths, growing weaker, the sound of a body collapsing onto the floor, rapid footsteps up the stairs, and somewhere, a girl was screaming. They were getting weaker, her lungs unable to hold up to the punishment, but she didn't stop, why wouldn't she stop?

Cody Robinns was lying on the floor, another woman had entered and was staring in horror at the weakly shaking boy, the veins standing proud on his skin as what sounded like his dying breaths rasped in his throat. The girl cowered in the corner, her knees pulled up to her chest in some sort of pathetic attempt to defend herself.

Eventually she stopped screaming, her voice raw and hoarse. Tears were pouring down her face and dripping from her cheeks. The older woman had disappeared, presumably to call an ambulance. She didn't know what had happened, The girl didn't know what had happened. The girl stood up and began to grab things from the closet, shoving them haphazardly into a bag. As she pushed the window open Rogue realised who the screaming girl had been. It was her...

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An undisclosed location

Rogue bolted awake with a start, still screaming. She clutched the sheets to her chest, drenched in sweat though they may be, deriving some small comfort from the physical items. She was panting, and then the panting became sobs and she felt tears begin to drip down her cheeks, adding to the already damp sheets. Eventually the tears stopped. No one had come to comfort her, and she had grown used by now to comforting herself. Well, to an extent, she couldn’t have any physical contact with people. It left her lonely, isolated, and while she sure as hell wasn’t going to let that weakness show it didn’t change the reality that she was alone, and always would be.

She climbed out of the bed and glanced at the clock on the wall, it was about time she got up anyway. She stepped out of her thin pyjamas, tossing them into the corner and crossed into the bathroom, flicking the taps on. She stared at herself in the mirror while the sink filled, she wasn’t unattractive, she knew that, but she would never be with a man, even a simple touch of hand to cheek could nearly kill him, let alone anything else. She sniffed, and roughly palmed at her eyes, wiping away the remnants of her earlier tears.

She splashed water into her face, and went back into the bedroom, tossing on her sports gear, complete with training gloves; all together the only part of her skin not covered was her face. If she was lucky she would be alone in the gym today, she’d had enough of fending off the clumsy attempts of the men. As it was she would probably just run through a few exercises today, she wasn’t in the mood for the full routine, and for some reason, even though she’d just woken up, she still felt exhausted. Sighing, Rogue opened the door, maybe someday Mystique would deem her ready to fight, until then there wasn't much else she could do but train.

Wanda had smiled as she’d watched Jubilee wander past the house, she watched Doug go out earlier through the window and she wondered if Jubilee was looking for him. It was either that or she was looking for somewhere to get her DS out. She was always on that thing around the Campus, a day without tripping over Jubilee playing a video game somewhere was a day unfinished around here.

Jubilee was a nice girl though, true, they didn’t have much in common, Jubilee loved her video games, and she was one of the most innocent girls on the campus. Not that it was hard to appear innocent next to Wanda, she’d acquired something of a reputation in her years at the academy, not entirely undeserved it was true. That was another thing, she’d slept with most of the guys on campus, including Doug himself on and off, she’d even had a crack at a fair few of the girls, those willing to experiment anyway and it was not unusual to see her creeping out of someone else’s room in the early morning, or indeed at any time of the day. It didn’t bother her, she liked sex, and she was honest about that, so she got as much of it as she could, and she couldn’t blame anyone else for doing the same.

Reputation or not Wanda owed a lot to this place, Xavier had save her life, and her brothers, and though they had gone their separate ways she owed Xavier a lot, he’d took her in, and he’d taught her how to control her powers, not to mention allowed her to meet someone other than her brother. They’d always been gypsies, never had a secure home, and while he wasn’t here, this was the closest thing she’d ever had to a home. She stood up, she was sick of sitting around in her room, it was better to get out, get some fresh air and enjoy the sunshine. She threw some clothes one and headed out the door, maybe she’d see someone on the way out.

Jubilee

Jubilee jumped at the sight of Doug and his horse. She giggled as she see's him there and slowly gets up. She than begins to smile and quickly saves her game and walks out the stall.

"Well I came to the stable to be out here and enjoy the solitude so I could get my Poke' on, but since you offered, is there any place to enjoy a good roll in the hay" She says with a wink and a blush. She looks about and than sees the loft.

"How about up there, I'll get up there and get ready,Okay?" she says as she than walks over to the ladder and climbs up. She than once up there she pulls her electronics out and sets them on a nice little pile towards the window. She than threw down her coat and slowly begins to remove her shirt and her pants. She sets them on top of her electronics.

She than sits down on her coat in just her thin little white thong. She than slips off her bra and sets it on the close. She flips down her glasses and lounges back and smiles waiting for Doug to come up and get her it was a fun little fling they had, and Doug was quite a lover too.

"Are you almost done Doug, I'm waiting" She says coyly as she giggles a bit at you.

Siryn

Theresa awoke from her slumber. She was in just her loose shirt and orange thong with a green shamrock on it. She walked over to her half bath and poured her self a little glass of water and gargled it before she gargled a quarter glass of Irish Whiskey. She than brushes her hair quickly and heads adjust her low hanging shirt and steps out of her room.

She walks out of her room stretching as she often does and than she looks and sees Wanda pop out of her room. The sleek slender red head smiles and looks at Wanda. She than turns and smiles.

"Mornin Wanda, Ya wanna grab some cereal and than may be sneak off' an may be find a lil' place ta may be enjoy the day? What do ya say miss broody brood?" She says as she shimmies and flashes a bit of cleavage before she spins around looks over her shoulder and playfully slaps her ass.

Lorna.

The weekend. Most everyone else would be enjoying the downtime, well, everyone but her that is; just hope their fun doesn't get interrupted by a green haired smear on the pavement below. The old man had tried to get her to do this back when he was training her and she had just not gotten it. And why was she doing this in a tee shirt and cutoff jean shorts. At least she'd seen fit to not wear flip flops and sensibly (really? What part of any of this was sensible?) wore her running shoes. The balance on the roof wasn't the hard part; that was the next part.

She dug her hand into a pocket and drew out the big ball bearings. She tossed the first into the air and "caught" it with her mind. Well with the power her mind controlled, but she wasn't going to quibble semantics with herself up on a roof. She almost missed the second, but nailed three, four, five, and finally six. She turned them about each other spinning them in patterns, bringing a smile to her face. Now for the really hard part. She slammed them all together into one big ball, she watched as they flowed together, twisting from many to one. Her eyes scrunched up with focus and the ball began to change shape. The old freak show had made this look so easy. The ball flattened and spread out until it was a very very thin sheet about twice the diameter of a man hole cover. It hovered almost evenly with her position on the roof. She stepped off the roof onto the disk, wobbled, and plummeted.

No time to scream. No time to cry. Only time to focus. The disk stopped it's descent, her knees flexed under her to keep her immediate balance, she teetered once, then twice before straightening up. Her heart was pounding up in her throat where it had lodged itself. But she wasn't a smear. All a good thing to her thought.

She concentrated and the disk rose. What was different this time that she had gotten this? More practice? No, too "Rocky Balboa". It could have been a great many but the one that made her actually giggle was the last one. She didn't have the creepier than a clown running around naked except for the face paint old guy giving her disapproving looks. That had to be it.

She gave a thought and the disk started slowly moving horizontally. Lorna stayed fairly low at first as she learned her balance. Then slow changed into a bit faster, and a bit more again. She shifted her feet like one would to steer a skateboard and the disk responded appropriately. Lorna grinned. She'd been so intent on her balance that she hadn't noticed the steady increase in speed. The grin turned into a laugh and she was off.

She banked and turned, slowing her speed just a touch. She shifted her stance so she could put a hand hold on the leading edge. Laughing she began to feel more and more confident with this trick. This felt better than using her uniform to grab. The first time she had given herself an absolute death wedgie.

She flew about the compound, a hazard to navigation for any unwary walkers. Realizing the hazard she was becoming she gave out a loud exuberant hoot and picked up some altitude and headed away from the commons area. She went out among the trees and practiced maneuvering.

After a little while she began feeling taxed and an idea hit her, She slowed the disk to a stop in front of one of the oaks that had been damaged in one of the storms earlier in the year. She adjusted, and adjusted again to put the disk dead in line with the trunk. Lorna closed her eyes and made the move.

The disk blurred out from under her, making her fall backwards away from it. As she fell she tucked it into an awkward back flip that she so didn't stick the landing on, instead falling onto her butt. She looked up and gasped. She had thought to embed the disk into the tree, but had again failed. To stick it into the tree.

She had been too intent on keeping from breaking her neck in her graceless landing to notice the crash of the broken trunk's landing. She had failed to stick the disk into the tree, but she had cut the dead trunk off about two and a half feet off the ground level. Lorna sat looking at what she had done and all she could manage was a weak "Holy shit...."

Doug couldn't help but smile. It wasn't just her cute laugh; Jubilee HAD to save her game before she did anything else. Had to. Could not stop herself if she wanted to.

She suggested fucking in the lodge and Doug nodded. "Works for me."

He gave Jubilee a slap on her ass as she walked by, "Get on up dere!" Doug said with a laugh.

He led Tiger into her stall without a bridle. Doug had learned to communicate with the horse without noticing it. Such was the nature of his mutant power. He didn't use words much, he didn't have to. Animals learned body language just as fast, if not faster than verbal commands. Once she was secure and the gate was closed Doug gave her a sugar lump from his pocket and patted her neck. He smiled at the horse to say goodbye.

There was something more important going on in the barn. He got to the top of the ladder as Jubilee was taking off her bra. He stood at the top of the ladder for a moment and just took her in.

Damn. She looked good.

He took the last few rungs in a single leap and landed on the loft's floor. Doug unclasped the half-drunk quart of water from his belt and tossed it to Jubilee.

As he undid the buttons of his flannel shirt and started walking toward her Doug started to sing, "Cause Baby you're a firework, come on let your colors burst." He finished undoing his shirt and was standing a few feet in front of Jubilee. He put his hands on top of his head, his slim but cut chest exposed to her, the flannel shirt hanging on him like a jacket.

"Make 'em go OH! OH! OH!" Doug thrust his hips with each "OH!"

He laughed and dropped his arms to his side. He looked at her and after a moment he was glaring.

"What the hell Firecracker?" He closed the distance between them in a single stride, his hand reaching down and rubbing her pussy through her sheer, frilly panties.

"You know I like your pussy dripping wet. Come on!" Before she could do anything he pushed her backwards, his hand between her breasts, so Jubilee was lying on her jacket. Doug's other hand was busy rubbing up and down on her pussy. The pressure on her sex started out very firm and as he went on he kept increasing the pressure. After a moment of this Doug took the pressure off her chest and began fondling one of her breasts.

Doug leaned in and kissed his little china girl. He smiled at her and then began to sing again.

"Do you you ever feel, already buried deep?"

When he said 'buried' and 'deep' he pushed down hard on her pussy with his palm and squeezed her nipple.

"Six feet under, something, something, I don't know the words," He laughed, shaking his head. His hand came off her sex, slipped up her belly and then pushed back down under her panties, leaving a slight trail of wetness with this one swift motion. He started rubbing her again, this time his hand directly on her sex.

"Uh, where was I, oh yeah. You just gotta IGNITE, the LIGHT and let it SHINE" He started slipping a finger inside her with 'ignite,' only to pull it out and push it back in to the rhythm of the song.

I smile as Doug comes up singing as she giggled and spread her legs a bit. " A serenade eh? You know how to treat a girl to a good time" She says as she than watches you come forward and places his hands on her.

She moaned softly at the touch and than slipped her hands up over yours chest and wraps about your neck and than begins to kiss your neck softly. She continues to do it as she than gasps again as you fondled her sexy threw the rapidly growing wet spot in her panties. She was getting off on this.

She gripped her breast she let her left hand to slide down and grab his ass in return. She than opened her mouth and felt his mouth go to hers shortly after. She let her tongue swirl in to meet his. She than feels him pull away and sighs. She was loving his kiss, she so wanted more. She loved this arrangement but damn he was good. She had given her self to him after a night the students managed to steal a bit of the college kids alcohol and had a party. She made sure to keep him her play thing and no one else's.

She than gasped again as she felt him move his hand down the front of her Saturday panties and cried out as she felt the loving fingers of Doug dig deep she than calls out."Yes Oh GOD YES Doug... I want you.. Fuck Me!"

She than rolls you over with ease and gets atop you as she smiles down at you." My turn". She than kisses your lips and than begins to kiss down your neck and goes further down to tease your right nipple with her tongue as she grinds in to your fingers. She than pulls her self from your fingers and kisses down your center. Your abs making a easy line to follow down.

She than gets to your boxers and lets her tongue slide across the fabric and traces the hard cock outline of the bulge with in. She had to loosen his belt and yank on the pants to get the bulge free she than looks up at Doug and giggles.

"So how about you get out Dougie and let me do him?" She says as she smiles and blushes as she giggles. She than lets her mouth to wrap about the head and suck on the cock through the fabric.

Ok, so maybe wasn’t the only one on Campus, though to be fair she had to put a little extra work into it, Theresa could make anyone fall in love with her almost at will. It would certainly be a handy skill, but Wanda was fairly certain the Professor would have had a word with her about the uses of it. She had to admire the man, he was probably the most powerful telepath on Earth, but he refused to use his abilities on others unless absolutely necessary, Wanda used her abilities almost playfully to mess with people’s heads and get her own way.

She had to admit though, Theresa looked good, she always did, but she was shamelessly unaffected by her near nakedness in the hall. Though it wouldn’t be the first time, Wanda had seen her make the walk of shame back to her room once or twice. She was surprised the staff hadn’t stepped in, but then no doubt Xavier had said to allow them their pleasures, she seriously doubted that he didn’t know what went on behind closed doors, or in front of them for that matter.

She took the opportunity to admire Theresa’s form, she was certainly good looking and she raised an amused, but undeniably interested eyebrow as she slapped her own ass. Wanda laughed, the girl was irrepressible, she certainly had a spirit about her. And she was good in bed, it was true, this wouldn’t be the first time Theresa, or Wanda herself had offered each other company and it probably wouldn’t be the last. She winked at Theresa, “sure why not, I am pretty hungry after all. Are you coming down to the cafeteria dressed life that? People might get the right idea.”

Siryn

" What this ol' thing" She says as she than slides close and smiles" If ya don't like it ya could always take it off me?" She says as she stood in Wanda's personal space and smiled as she let her hand go out and touch Wanda's arm as she winked and than looked back to her own room.

"Ya know you could always start yer day with a bit o' Irish cream? it's alot more filling than them toasted oats and things" She says as she pushes ope her door into her train wreck of a room. It had her clothes strewn about in a few places as well as her bed was still a fresh mess. She though kept an immaculate computer area and Half bath the rest was mostly clothes.

" I know I love me a chance to eat yer tart,Luv, Besides them other kids down starts will be all ogley and all Justin Beibery, So how's about we take a few and enjoy a hearty morning work out? Whatta say Wanda wanna sweat with me?" She said leaning on her door frame seductively posing and shamelessly offering as she stands at her door soliciting her friend and part time lover.

Doug Ramsey

"Yes Oh GOD YES Doug... I want you.. Fuck Me!"

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Doug grinned. "Well, if you-"

He was interrupted by Jubilee pushing him over and sitting on top of him. He forgot just how strong she was.

"-insist," Doug finished.

He lifted his hips, expecting her to attack his belt and zipper and start riding cowgirl. She surprised him again by letting him continue to finger-fuck her as she kissed him. So he put his hips back down. Jubilee kissed down his body, the playing with his nipple thing didn't do much for him, but she seemed to like it. Then all too soon and not fast enough she was down to his belt. He couldn't reach to keep fingering her pussy, so he stopped and pulled his fingers out.

They were drenched. He grinned, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean as Jubilee undid his belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles. He was surprised she didn't grab his boxers too. Until she started licking his tentpole through that thin cotton.

"Damn," Doug whispered.

"So how about you get out Dougie and let me do him?"

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"Yes Ma'am," Doug started to say before she managed to get her mouth around the head of his cock through his boxers. the word 'ma'am' turned into a moan.

When she stopped it took Doug a second to catch his breath. He didn't stand up, he just lifted his hips and pushed his boxers down. Well, lifted the elastic over his cock and then pushed them down. He lay back down in the hay, ignoring the stray straws that were poking into his back.

His cock was now standing partially erect in front of Jubilee. It was tall and thick and uncut, the foreskin partially retracted, most of the cockhead covered except for a tip of purple glistening with pre-cum in the bit of sunlight let into the stable's loft. Doug didn't pretend that he was the biggest or the strongest, but his cock was worthy of an epic saga. Right now it was hard enough to fuck with, but he knew it could still get a little bigger. It would be at full mast when the foreskin was fully retracted and the cockhead was completely exposed.

"So, Jubey, I believe you wanted to, what was that word, oh yeah, fuck." He grinned at her, though he had to cant his head so he could look around his cock. His voice was casual, so very nonchalant. "You can hop on if you want to or you can just keep licking. Lady's choice."

Jubilee

She looked at the massive cock pop free its cage and smiles. She loved his cock the smell the taste. It was heavenly. She knew she wasn't his first but he was here. He doesn't remember it because the other kids had spiked his drink, but she had gotten tipsy and agreed to sleep with him. She didn't regret it though, he was an amazing lover. She just wished she could be more forward with her feelings.

She looked at it and pondered. She wanted him, but she couldn't decide which to choose she wanted both she wanted to suck on his magnificent dick while letting her self ride his hard prick she had become so accustom to. If only he could multiply him self than she could have both. Unfortunately he couldn't. She stroked him absently as she dwelt on it for a bit longer.

She then flicks her shades back down and smiles as she straddles the cock and lowers her self. She than begins to rub her dripping wet panties across the head of his cock and reached over to her jacket. She pulled out a little pink packet and giggles." Safety first" she says as she than opens the packet and places the condom on the tip. She than puts her mouth on it and than begins to unroll the condom down the shaft using her mouth to push the latex down. She was skilled doing this, having practiced on a cucumber that Siryn gave her. Siryn told her not to worry about a condom but Jubilee was always cautious.

She let her self finally get to the base and than pull her mouth slowly off. She smiles and takes of her glasses her face blushing as she slid off her panties and opened her lips as she straddled the now greenish hued dick." I know you like it raw but it's not safe today" she says as she smiles and than begins to rub her pussy across the tip as she closes her eyes and gives a soft Joan. She enjoyed just teasing her self with suck a magnificent prick. She than slowly dipped down as she moans softly as she got the tip fully in and than looks down at her lover her face red as she than slips down a little more taking in a bit more. She kept her self tight, and her very muscles were rippling as she worked her self down, god his did I was amazing. She wish she could have him raw but it wasn't safe. Finally she gets past half way and slowly lets her self rise up and than slides back down taking bin all in. She stays there adjusting her self. She than lets her muscles contract and relax on the pulsating latex covered dick with as she smiles a faint smile." God Doug, your cock is amazing!"

Wanda

Wanda didn’t blink as Theresa casually invaded her personal space, she was usually the one doing this to people, it certainly didn’t bother her, in fact she rather enjoyed it and she let her hand trace down from Theresa’s shoulder to cup her ass, feeling the warmth of her bare skin, uncovered by the revealing thong. She smiled suggestively as she squeezed her ass.

She put her finger to her lips playfully, pretending to think about it, and watched as Theresa pushed open the door of her room. The sight inside was something to behold and Wanda laughed at Theresa’s less than subtle innuendos. “Well I was planning on a workout today, but I guess I could do with a warmup.”

She moved closer to Theresa, pressing her body against hers as she leaned forwards and kissed her teasingly. Then she walked into the room, glancing around, amused at the apparent warzone within, then turned and sat down on the bed. “Oh Theresa, you always did have a way with words didn’t you?”

She scooted back on the bed till she was sitting in the middle of it, and tossed her hair back over her shoulders. She raised an eyebrow at the half-naked young woman in the door way, “so are you going to join me or not?”

Siryn

" I sing better than talk girlie" She says giggling as she walks up and sits on the bed. she than looks at Wanda and leans in to kiss Wanda's soft lips. She than tosses her hair back and kisses Wanda's lips again letting her lips press harder in to hers She let her tongue out and whirls it around be for she pulls away and smiles.

She slipped her hand up to run her fingers through Wanda's hair and than looks into the girls eyes. She smiles and than giggles." You are a looker you know?" she says as she than lets her left hand slide up down and run down the from the shoulder to than trace the finger across the nipple. she than pulls her hand away and than pulls her tongue free from your mouth once more and smiles.

" I think ya'd feel better with out this shirt" She says as she pinches the nipple through the fabric before she pulls her hand away. She than lets her lips touch the soft flesh of your neck and begins to suck a bit of the soft flesh into her mouth. she pulled away and than smiles and lets her left hand slide along your stomach and traces the soft flesh over your waist pants teasing it.

Wanda smiled, “oh stop it gorgeous.”

Her tone was playful however, she wasn’t going to turn down a compliment, she wasn’t perhaps as modest as she could be, and certainly not when it came to her appearance. She pushed her chest forward as Theresa’s hand traced teasingly down it, then as she kissed her again she let her tongue into her mouth, allowing them to intertwine.

She smiled, but gasped slightly as Theresa suddenly pinched her nipple through the thin material of her top. She smiled back, “you know, I think you’re right.”

She murmured in pleasure as her mouth next made its way to the delicate, sensitive skin of her neck. Her fingers ran through Theresa’s head and they tightened for a second, before she pushed Theresa back a little, hooking her fingers into the bottom of her top before she pulled it up over her head revealing the black laced bra beneath.

She sat up and pushed Theresa onto her back on the bed, and began pushing her t-shirt up the other girls body, slowly revealing more of her creamy skin. Her thong was tantalisingly revealing, covering what modesty demanded, but comprised of so little material it was made all the more suggestive by leaving so little to the imagination.

Before the t-shirt was off she bent down, kissing from the skin just above the thong, moving her way up as the t-shirt was pushed higher.

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Gambit

Friday Night.

<>This is who you are. What you are. At the end, LeBeau...you'd do well to remember: you belong to me.<>

"Help!" A voice. In distress. Someone in trouble.

The match struck against asphalt concrete, igniting. In the dark of the night. He brought it up to the Marlboro cigarette pursed at his lips, lighting. Inhale. Leaning against the outside of the "Brazen Fox", his trench coat just barely missing the ground. Not his problem. Exhale.

"Uhhh, whadduya complainin' about?" Another. This one deeper.

"That's right! It's time you gave us our own li'l performance. Ain't that right boyz?" A third. But not before--

"Yeahhh!" Two more in unison. Inhale. What was this about?

"...please....someone...." It was the first person again. A girl? Exhale. He took a step, craning his head around the corner. Ringlets of golden honey. Doe eyed. Couldn't make out much more. Inhale. It was enough however.

He approached the four from behind, whom at this point had all ready terrified the girl into a corner. Exhale. Flicking the cigarette, "Ev'ryone can relax. GAMBIT has arrived!" Staff in his right hand. Ace of Hearts in his left.

Boom.
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Friday Late Night.

"There's a professor out in Westchester. He...has a 'school for the gifted'.." She spoke quietly, her finger tips lost in his chest hair. He cast his gaze down upon her. She was in his embrace. On the bed.

"Why you tell Gambit dis, chere?" She tilted her head up.

"Earlier. Outside. When you helped me. I saw what you could do..." He watched her intently. Then blinked.

"Ahh. Dat. Was jus' to get into de panties, non?" She opened her mouth wide in mock astonishment before playfully smacking his chest. He flashed her a cheeky grin.

"I was referring to your power, and not your penis." She smiled. He didn't speak. She continued, "You aren't the only one that has a 'gift'....although...I very rarely use it, unless I'm on stage. I've just never seen anyone else---"

"Gambit heard 'nough. No more of de talk." He began to rise...

"Fine. Okay, I'll stop. Aren't you going to at least stay the night with me? I'd feel less of a slut that way!" She positioned herself upon him, mashing her breasts against his body, beckoning him.

"Of course, chere. Of course." He pressed his lips to hers once more, leading her onto her back with him atop....

Boom.
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Friday Late Late Night.

The Faded White Volkswagen Beetle reared up the driveway to the mansion, from Graymalkin Lane. Putting it in park, he exited. The tall Gateways loomed ahead before him. One more glance at the vehicle. She wouldn't mind. DAZZLE was on her license plate. He scaled the height of metal. Up. And over.

Boom.
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Saturday Early Morning.

<>This is who you are. What you are. At the end, LeBeau...you'd do well to remember: you belong to me.<>

*sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice**THUUUUMMMPPPP* The audible 'attack' -- and its subsequent 'reaction' -- of the broken oak stump woke him with some healthy palpatations at a start, "Mon Dieu!"

Much too early. Had the sun even come up? Squint. Not enough sleep either. Where...was he? He...was in the...yes, wooded area. Property of the mansion. School of the --

She ("Polaris") caught his eye. Sitting. Right across from him. Green tresses. "Don't 'member askin' for an alarm clock like dat, chere." He stepped forward, lending her his right hand. To help her. Off her duff. "De name's Remy. Remy LeBeau." His red irises flickered. A smile soon rolled effortlessly off his lips. For her. "And de pleasure belongs to dis Cajun..."

This was a foreign, new location. Five minutes ago, it seemed like he'd been RUMBLED awake. Wasn't he still tired? He must have relaxed. Compartmentalized. Or simply adapted to the moment.

Damn. He was good.

Boom.
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[[[NOTES]]]
****The above 'mutant' has been contacted by Charles, but she has not accepted his invitation to the school at this time****
****GAMBIT just "entered" the premises for the first time....officially....last night(re: Friday Late Late Night), and is meeting the first person right now, Lorna****

Nightcrawler

"Was für ein schöner Tag für Unfug" Kurt whispers to himself as he get dressed in his room.
But what mischief to get up to that was the question.

Kurt teleported to the rooftop to hang from the weather vane on one of the spires (observatory?) he wasn't really sure.
There weren't many students here yet and he was just getting used to people not freaking outwhen they see him,all in all he was starting to warm up to them and he hoped they were warming to him as well.

Kurt had so far contented until now with very minor jokes,whoopie cushions and such but today he needed more...where was everybody?
Having spotted nobody from his lofty perch he opted to port to random locations around the school grounds until he found someone to "play" with.
He laughed "ready or not,here I come"

From another part of the roof he spotted a VW pulling up the drive and teleported closer for a better look,in a puff of smoke he was on the roof of the gatehouse.

OOC: Doug and Jubilee continue here.

Rogue

Rogue wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, so the workout had ended up being a lot more intense than she’d thought, she should be used to it by now, whenever she had a nightmare then she would work out her stresses in the gym, she looked at the clock on the wall. Two hours. She sighed, at least she hadn’t had to deal with any of the guys today. This wasn’t the kind of time any of them would be in here and so she was glad she’d overslept, at least this way she didn’t need to fend off their clumsy attentions. Mystique had, for her own reasons, chosen not to tell them of Rogue’s powers, just like she’d refused to let her come with her on her ‘missions’.

Mystique, mama, kept telling her that her time would come, but it never seemed to, it was hugely frustrating, all she could do was sit in the base and wait until they came back victorious, or otherwise. She tended to stay out of their way, Mystique was ok, nothing could faze her, but the others tended to be angry, sometimes furious, and she didn’t want to get into a confrontation. Mystique had practised with her, taught her how to fight, how to look after herself, even how to use her powers. Those were the worst, she couldn’t control them, she couldn’t give, she could only take. She owed Mystique so much, but there was no way to repay her, she’d taken her in, given her a home, raised her, taught her something about her abilities, even if they were uncontrollable she’d given her an understanding, and it was better, at least, than nothing.

Still, she felt powerless, and it was doing nothing for her self-esteem, she already though her abilities a curse, but even as a supposed member of the team she was stuck at the base… at home whenever the others were out on a mission. She filled her days with training and watching TV, she was toned and fit and could probably fight any one of the team to a standstill, mama spent time with her, but she was still lonely, just as lonely as the day mama had found her.

---

The café was mostly empty; it was a dump, which probably explained why there were only three people in it, including the waitress and the pale girl in the corner. She was fully wrapped up, jeans, hoody, gloves, a single strand of white hair escaping from the raised hood of her jacket. She clasped a steaming mug in her hands, as though she was trying to warm herself, despite the thick gloves that covered her fingers.

There was a jangle as the door was pushed open, no one looked up. It was followed by the click of heels across the tiled floor and then the scrape of a chair. The pale girl looked up and started as someone sat down across from her. It was a woman, average looking, slim, with dark hair, she looked at the girl with concern and interest in her eyes. The girl stared back in puzzlement, bewildered at the interest of this complete stranger, and not a little worried.

“Hello Rogue.”

The girl flinched and stared in shock at the other woman, pushing back on her chair abruptly.

“Wait! I’m here to help.”

The pale girl stopped where she was, wanting desperately to believe it, but how could anyone help her? How could anyone understand her? She was a mutant, but she wasn’t like others, she had no control of her curse, she was dangerous. “What d'you mean help? How d'you know mah name? Who are you?”

The questions came thick and fast, but the woman took them all in her stride, smiling calmly. She put her hand palm down on the table as she spoke, “I’m like you Rogue, always having to hide who I really am.”

She smiled calmly and looked down at her hand, the girl followed her gaze and gasped as the flesh of the hand shifted and rippled, the human flesh giving way as a distinctive blue colouration spread across the skin. The waitress looked up, chewing her gum disinterestedly, then, not spotting the strange woman’s blue flesh, looked back at her magazine.

Rogue looked back up at the woman’s face, just in time to see her eyes shift, changing from distinctly human to something very clearly not. “I know how you feel, to be afraid of what you are, to have everyone else fear you for who you are, to fear yourself through something you can’t control, I know what you’ve been through, let me help you.”

Rogue stared at her uncomprehending, and then slowly, she began to cry.

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“Rogue?”

“Hey Mama.”

“I’m glad to see you’re training hard.”

Mystique had walked into the gymnasium, her sleek blue body moving with an effortless grace, she was smiling and Rogue, exhausted though she was, smiled back. Mystique leaned down and rested a hand on her shoulder, “don’t worry Rogue, you will have your part to play soon, very soon.”

Lorna was still just a bit shaken as this newcomer offered her help up. Instinctively she took the hand and the help up, but then it hit her, she didn't know this guy and he had red eyes. Probably mutant, but with things like the Avengers and the Four around there was no telling.

She took her hand back once she had her feet under her. Wary, she reached out with her power, feeling the disk not far away, as well as any other metal in the area. A big ping came in barely within her reach; a car. If needed she could use that. Professor Xavier might not see violence first as an option but Lorna might if this dude made the slightest twitch.

"I'm Lorna Dane, and I'm not too sure about pleasures," she said watching the newcomer. "You here to join the school? Or should I start thinking of calling security?" Yeah, right, security. The security of a large metal disk.

Wanda

(Deleted - Misclick XD :/ )

Professor Charles Francis Xavier

Some days, his scalp still itched where the last of his hair had fallen out. Charles tried never to scratch there unless he was alone, but the truth was that he sometimes did it absently, without really thinking about it. His more observant students had come to realize that this usually meant that the professor was deeply absorbed in thought about something, and usually about something that didn't make him happy.

He was scratching his head right now. This news from Fort Knox was not good, and the robbery of the gold was not the worst of it. There was some pattern here, but he didn't have enough pieces of the puzzle to form a gestalt of the whole yet. Yet.

With a quiet sigh, he took a seat at his desk in the walnut-paneled office that had served his father before him. If Brian Xavier had lived a few more years, Charles could have profited from his example. As it was, the professor was mostly making his own way in the world. The closest thing he had to a role model had been his graduate advisor at Oxford, Erik Lensher. Just at the moment, Charles wished acutely that he had the benefit of the wise man's advice and guidance again.

Sometime this afternoon, Katherine Pryde was supposed to see him. He had it in mind to see how she would feel about working on a project with Doug Ramsay. If Charles was being honest with himself, though, the reason he wanted to see Kitty had at least as much to do with wanting to just be around her cheerful presence as it had to do with his so-far rather unformed ideas about the project. And not just that personality, either, Kitty was developing in other ways, too, and she was eighteen now. He'd never act on that, but she was still nice to be around, as were many of her fellow students.

He took a deep breath, thinking about those beautiful girls, and, just now, about Kitty Pryde in particular, and licked his dry lips. This was completely unfitting for a man in his position; she was nine years younger, and barely a legal adult, even if she had now just graduated to associate student status. Yet, as disgusted as he was with himself, and despite the discipline he maintained in most aspects of his life, Charles kept on fantasizing about her.

He rose from his desk, and went into his private bathroom, just off of the office, to jerk off and get all of this sex off of his mind. This usually worked adequately. For a while, at least.

Wanda

Wanda raised an eyebrow, it was fair enough, but it wasn’t something she herself subscribed to, come to think of it, in her room she had probably had sex on every surface. And she didn’t care, she wasn’t ready to ‘settle down’ with someone, she intended to enjoy this part of her life as much as she could, then she could worry about relationships later. She laughed as Theresa stole her panties, “hey!”

She stuck her tongue out at the redhead, “I guess I’ll just have to go without then.”

She pulled her pants back on, and then followed them up with her bra and top. She laughed, “hell yeah it is, you look great babe. Come on, let’s go and get some food shall we? I’m starving.”

She stepped out of the Irish girl’s room and looked back, waiting for her to come out and join her. “Well I hope you find someone like that, me, I don’t want any commitment right now.”