Waiting(Open)

[syrita]

"Really?" she asked with some facination, and even a bit of heat in her voice. She didn't know what it was about pain that she found so appealing. It was odd even to her but it was...amazing. She loved the way her heart pounded, her blood flowed. It was strange, but she didn't care.

Syrita shrugged at the mention of the bottle. She kicked a white garbage can over to him with a recycling logo on it. "That's what they're there for." She may have hated the world, but that didn't mean she wasn't 'green'. It wasn't the planet's fault that the lesser species of the world was full of hateful and stupid people. She wouldn't have minded humans as much if they were willing to share. However, that was just as unlikely as a three year old sharing toys with an adult. That was a pretty accurate way to compare the two.

Syrita nodded at this. "They do make for some special stories. For me at least." Syrita didn't get hurt very often but when she did it seemed to always be from either rough sex or some strange accident, varying from waffle iron burns and river tubing trips taking a turn for the worst.

[Victor Creed]

He couldn't help but laugh a little at the way her eyes lit up at the mentioning of how much it hurt to get a bullet to the head. Victor smirked as she kicked over the recycling bucket towards him. He dropped the bottle and the piece he cut off into the white bin.

His thoughts lingered for a moment, his claws lightly tapping on the counter infront of him. It had been awhile since he had some real fun. And with the way the world was going, it was either have 'fun' or hide out. Creed wasn't the hiding type.

"So you want something to live for? Why not teach the humans a lesson?" He smirked a little wickedly as the thought of screaming humans came to mind. "Magneto has been MIA for some time. And apparently Apocalypse had his hand in the Brotherhood. I don't like his god complex so the only natural idea is to go in our own direction." Oh and what a direction it would be. Mass mayhem, sounded wonderful.

"So what do you say? Want to start a little chaos and show them how grateful they should be that we've kept them around this long?" He wasn't so sure how well this would all work out in the end. But someone had to keep the humans in check. All this pacifist crap was just going to get them all turned into the next genocide.

[syrita]

She smirked when he recycled accordingly. Were she bolder she would have patted him on the head and called him a good boy like a dog, but she knew when to keep herself undercontrol....sometimes.

Syrita shrugged. "Humans. Mutants. Mentally we're not that different, aside from humans being dumber than a box of hammers half of the time. We all want something to live for. Me? I want something worth dying for. Maybe worth killing for. I'm not entirely heartless...but I could learn to be."

Syrita honestly wasn't entirely sure what he was talking about until he just spit it out. Was he asking her to be his sidekick? She bit her bottom lip and popped her hip out to the side as she considered what could happen. She didn't know why she was acting like she was thinking this over. "Will I get to burn down a city or two?"

She took another two bottles from the fridge before sitting down next to him and handing him another bottle of whiskey and uncorking a bottle of tequila for herself. She kept her eyes on him, waiting for the answer as she swallowed a mouthful.

[Victor Creed]

Victor had nothing against the planet. So recycling was easy for him to do. It was the humans that made it necessary that was annoying.

He grabbed that new bottle Syrita brought over. Perhaps it was a good thing that he enjoyed the taste of the drink more than its effect. He opened the bottle and took a few swallows before placing it down again.

That wicked smirk remained on his lips as he thought of the screaming and chaos that they could create. Granted he was thinking of gathering a few others into the fold as well. The more the merrier right? "You can do whatever your little heart desires Darlin'." Oh he didn't care if she wanted to burn cities or people. Just causing chaos in itself would entertain him to no end.

"They'll call us savages and we'll call them prey..." Victor mused to himself mainly as he took another drink from that bottle. Oh yes, the world would be a light in fire and mayhem. How would those poor pathetic fools ever adapt? A group of rogue mutants with no care of who they cross and who they kill. And who was there to stop them? X-men? Victor grinned at the thought of coming up against his old 'friend'.

Those predatory eyes turned to look at Syrita again. "Can't tell me you don't like the idea..."

[syrita]

He was rambling a little, there was no doubt about that. He looked like a mad scientist that had just developed a perfect idea for a new monster to make. This monster, it would seem, consisted of them. Realistically, they couldn't be the dynamic duo and take over the world very successfully. Not that they were out to take over the world. Just...teach it a lesson. No one had ever said learning was easy and most of the time things only got through when they were learned the hard way. Sadly for their 'pupils'.

Victor found prey to be the better word. Maybe he was right. Or maybe they both her. Teaching lessons by destruction. It sounded fun, honestly. Syrita was sick of hiding. And she was growing spiteful too.

She bit her bottom lip at his last question and looked up at the ceiling. "Well..." she paused for a minute. "It sounds cut throat, bloody, and chaotic." Her dubious look turned into a smirk. "I can't lie. Well, I could, but what would be the point in that? But anyway...to be perfectly honest...the sound of it kinda turns me on. Just a little bit."

[Victor Creed]

Victor let out a laugh before he picked up that whiskey bottle again. Her responses were so entertaining. He drank from the bottle for some time before he finally put it down. He left about and inch of liquid at the bottom this time. "You're my kind of girl." He smirked over at her before his mind changed train of thought.

An idea came to him then. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea he ever had but it would give him an opportunity to unsettle the 'competition'.

"I have an idea for the first move. But I'm afraid its a solo mission." He waited to get the irritated, appalled or whatever look from Syrita before he continued. "You'll have plenty of fun on your own when you 'bail' me out." Victor gave a playful dark wink in her direction. "Then we'll take those the ones that dont want to submit to Xavier's pacifist ideals..."

He went ahead and explained his plan in more detail. He told Syrita how he would disable the defenses of the xmen mansion and just cause a bunch of chaos. In the end he planned to get captured. Once he was captured he'd let them do what they would with him and then she would come in for the 'jailbreak'. Meanwhile it was Victor's job to see just how many impressionable but powerfully powered mutants he could bring into their 'cause'.

"What are you thinking in that pretty lil head 'o yours?" She seemed to be on the same page so far but he wasn't quite sure.

[syrita]

She had to admit,Victor's plan souded inse dangerous and even suicidal. She knew very little about the mansion to begin with. And in a place surrounded by other mutants, some possibly more powerful than her her. Would she be able to pull it off? She was doubtful buu if Victor knew his way around she was sure she could figure it out.

"So what if, gid forbid, something gets fucked up and I can't pull off the jail break? Mind you I'm still figuring out this evolution thing. I'm used to life as a miserable low life imbecilc homosapien."

He asked what was in her head and she shrugged, trying to look somewhat innocent, but that didn't really work. Syrita hadn't been 'innocent' since she was thirteen years old. "Thinking? Well...whatever it is I don't think it can be good. Then again...maybe it's better than good. It could lead to quite an adventure." Syrita smirked playfully. "I've always liked adventure." She took another shot from her bottle and licked the liquid that rolled past the corner of her mouth before it could roll down her chin before corking it and putting it on the floor.

[Victor Creed]

"You don't really need to worry about that." He smirked over to her with a shrug of his shoulders. He really didn't need her in this plan at all but the thought he would include her. "I highly doubt their little cell can hold me for long. At the least I'll just need a distraction. You can handle that can't you?" Victor looked at her almost skeptically. Well he really had no idea. She was a rookie and he didn't expect much out of her. She'd have to prove him wrong.

"Just dont lose your head Kid." Last thing he needed was that sympathy that would end up having him rescue her at the last moment. Victor wasn't much of a hero but he wasn't beyond a heroic act now and then.

He took a moment to look for a piece of paper and a pen. Once he found those materials he wrote down an address then handed it to her. "There will be a box under the dumpster in the alley in two days. Inside the box will be a device with a light on it. When that light blinks then its time for the fun to start. So make your way to mansion then, I'll expect you to be there within the hour so stay prepared." He took the piece of paper from her again and wrote down another address, this time one of the mansion before he handed it back to her.