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Post by zoltin on Jul 10, 2010 2:04:21 GMT -5
Zoltin took a look at his arm that was broken and shrugged. “There was a slight miscommunication. It’s a clean break. Easy enough to fix if we need to get hold of Aaron.” Zoltin looked at Wicked with an incredulous look. “Yeah right. You like scaring people. Especially newbie’s.” Zoltin had put up with Wicked to know her personality by heart, but that same went for her too. She knew his personality by heart as well.
Zoltin knew right away that Wicked tell that she was lying about her name. Zoltin himself could tell when someone was lying about their name. “Her name’s Brittney, and she’s got a long track list of people trying to find her. Black suits and everything. These guys are serious.” Zoltin again laughed when she told him not to tell Kyle her name. “Do I ever?”
Then the car window broke. Zoltin put up his right hand to protect his face from the flying pieces of broken glass. He then let out a breath. “Wicked that’s my car not Xenthron’s. Xenthron’s is the black Lexus. That’s my black Eclipse.” He knew his car would be fine when Wicked took off her glove and started transmuting the window back together.
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Post by kyle on Jul 10, 2010 2:14:49 GMT -5
*Brittney stayed fairly quiet, this guy was telling her everything that she needed to say. She had reverted, for some reason, back to the old her. Perhaps it was because of this wicked woman. No her name was Wicked, she was just scary. She had to remember that. She watched as the glass formed it self again, she wasn't majority shocked, other people had strange powers too. But she didn't feel like she would belong here. This girl seemed very strong and frightening, and that guy in all black was scary. He had dark sunglasses, and he was driving at night on a dark road. Brittney was scared for her life! Luckily she kept it bottled up in side that nothing broke, she was even more terrified about breaking the car. Unfortunately she thinks she actually broke the window, when she let it out.*
*Brittney did start to look around. Great, a creepy looking forest, not a lot of other buildings around, a lonely road. This place was a nightmare waiting to happen. Luckily Brittney didn't remember most her nightmares and didn't want to see what she could do when she had a really bad one. She didn't like this power. Although she did have to admit it was a good thing to have around when those people that her father sent are chasing her. There was something about her father that she hadn't even told her mom, and she told her everything. She thought that this was why he was after her. She was going to keep it a secret, all she wanted was to be left alone.*
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Post by que on Jul 10, 2010 12:51:39 GMT -5
Wicked just shrugged at Zoltin's explanation. Of course, he wouldn't tell her exactly what happened. He was much to secretive for that. "Go call Aaron then, but it'd be a bit unfair if he had to drive all the way out here to fix that arm of yours. You might have to be the one to go to him." Finally she smiled. The smile that had become her name sack. A mischievously wicked smile. "No use trying to lie around you, is there? You know me way to well." Wicked understood Zoltin inside and out, just as he knew her the same way. After spending so many years together, it was only natural.
"Oh, really?" Wicked turned her attention back to the teenager, as if returning to her examination of the girl. "What type are we talking about? Missing persons, or Mafia?" With the Runaways, if you were being hunted down by someone there were only two types. Those looking for you to return you home, Private investigators and the FBI for an example, and those who were chasing you for ulterior motives, such as murder or mutant testing. Her expression and tone had gone serious. They needed to know what they were up again. If it were FBI or PI's, Wicked would go talk to them, tell them that Kyle was with people that could help her, and that they should give up their searches. If it were mafia? Wicked would still go herself and threaten them, that if they ever got near Kyle again, Hell would rain down on them. Kyle may have just joined them minutes before, but she was family now. And Wicked protected her family. No matter how new they were.
Suddenly she smiled sheepishly, the first smile so far that didn't look demonically twisted, and finally made her look like a normal woman of her age. "Oh. Well, they look the same to me. Both black and all." She shrugged, chuckling softly. "I think we should put your names on them, that way we can tell the difference." Suddenly, Wicked paused, looking around with a puzzled look. "Speaking of Xenthron, he sure went back into hiding pretty damn quick."
Her attention was on Kyle again, as the teenager took in her surroundings, a look of terror on her face. Uh oh. She didn't want to scare the girl that bad. She didn't want to have to repair Zoltin's car again! Wicked was instantly at the girl's side, a hand on Kyle's shoulder and her smile sincerely warm this time. "Don't worry. It's a lot nicer inside. Besides, we're in the middle of a bunch of projects, so come a few weeks, it won't look all that bad out here anymore." Hand still on Kyle's shoulder, she looked to Zoltin again. "How about we take this little lost sheep where she can warm up, and be totally spoiled by us?" She wasn't joking about the spoiled part.
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Post by zoltin on Jul 13, 2010 14:13:46 GMT -5
Zoltin just continued to stand behind Wicked while she continued to asses Kyle. He knew that Wicked could handle this situation, she could handle any situation. That’s why she was the leader and not someone else. When she started talking about cars Zoltin let out his first real laugh. “You really know nothing about cars do you?”
When Wicked asked about Xenthron it made Zoltin remember something he talked to the older boy about. “Oh yeah, did Xenthron tell you the other thing about her?” That other thing being that she was apparently his half sister.
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Post by kyle on Jul 13, 2010 14:23:20 GMT -5
*Kyle continued her watch of the woman walking around her.*
They work for my father.
*That was all that she wanted to tell, for now. The two talked most so she could stay quiet, and try to keep herself calm. She just prayed that no one tried to scare her, because she didn't have control over her power, and she might break something.*
*When Wicked mentioned going inside, Kyle's attention was at the house, it too looked scary, but not as bad as the rest of her surroundings. She wasn't so sure about it though.*
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Post by que on Jul 14, 2010 1:41:11 GMT -5
Wicked shrug was a little more dramatic then necessary... But everything Wicked did was a little more dramatic then necessary. That was just who Wicked was! It would probably be more strange for her not to stand out in a crowd. "No. Not really. Isn't that why I have you?" She looked back at her second, smiling brightly. "What I don't know, you do, and what you don't know, I do! It's a perfect arrangement. I just happen to be more vocal and commanding then you." That was true... In all rights, Zoltin could have claimed leadership when they had formed the home, but had stepped back to let the far more intimidating one take control. It worked out perfectly though. Wicked acted as head, target to all, creating large scenes, while Zoltin lurked about, a mystery to the world outside the Runaways. Their roles fit them perfectly...
Then he was mentioning what Xenthron had told her. She thought, a finger tapping against her lower lip as she tried to recall all that Xenthron had told her in his rush to get out the door. "Ah... Yes. I remember now. Is she aware of this?" Zoltin did keep his secrets, she was curious now. Did this girl, Kyle, know of the fact that this was her half brother?
Again, her attention transferred to Kyle, her smile a little friendlier then before. "Well then! You shall fit in just fine! You may even find a few things in common with Maron!" She put an arm around the girl, leading her towards the Hideout's doors. "You both have father's seeking your capture! But, I fear yours is probably more interested in bringing you back home." What did that mean Maron's father was up to then..? It was a rather frightening thought, but one Wicked didn't dwell on.
"Well, young Kyle? How shall we spoil you first? Would you like something to eat, or drink?"
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Post by kyle on Jul 14, 2010 12:55:46 GMT -5
*Kyle wasn't sure how to respond to all of this, it was almost like they were speaking in some form of code. When the attention was put on her she had to think about the question Wicked had given her.*
Um....I'm not...
*Just then her stomach let out a loud grumble. Exclaiming that she was truly hungry. Instantly Kyle's arms warped around her waist, trying to make the sound not as audible.
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