xmm_brendan

A note left for Averillix

2006-06-05T17:32:24Z

In Brendan's apartment, there is a letter in a large manila envelope sitting on one of the endtables; it is addressed to Averillix. He had written it the morning after Avex stopped by to end their relationship, and it seems he had forgotten to take it with him to mail it when he had left his apartment for the final time...so whatever authorities would eventually be searching his apartment upon learning of his death would most likely find it there. Also in the envelope is a cellphone.
The letter reads as follows:

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Dear Averillix...

As I sit here and write this letter (something that you KNOW I dislike doing, so feel special...ha ha), my feelings are still mixed.

Yes, I am angry and hurt at our 'conversation' last evening, and from the way I was acting you probably thought that I hate you...but nothing could be further from the truth. As a matter of fact, I do understand why you felt you had to make the decision that you did, and if I was in your place I probably would have done the same thing. Something is wrong inside my head, and I think it's progressed too far to be fixed. I think you saw this the last couple times you came here to see me, and despite your attempts to enlighten me, I still insisted that everything was alright.

You deserve to be with someone who could make you happy; I'm not that person, and I doubt I ever would have been. I did nothing but mope around every single minute of the day. You tried to help me, and I refused it every time. Maybe I thought that I eventually would improve just by sitting here doing nothing; that it would be an automatic process. Nothing could be further from the truth, as I've found out.

I tried getting a job, and every time it fell through, basically because of my temper and the fact that I just don't give a rat's ass about anyone other than myself. You never needed to tell me that, because I knew it all along. Maybe it took something like you leaving me to make me actually realize it. Kinda funny how those things work sometimes, huh? I'm laughing my ass off right now. Woops! Look, see? There it goes! Heh. Bad joke, I know.

As far as the cellphone goes...much like the new hat you gave me, it was a gift I had given to you, so I want you to keep it. You could always erase my number off of the address book, it's a generally simple process. You could also erase me from your memory if you'd like; I really have nothing else to offer you. All I can tell you is, go out and find the person out there who you deserve, and who deserves you, and never look back. Who knows, I could be here another sixty years, or I could be gone tomorrow...either way, you don't need to have any correspondence with me. As I said, I will understand. Despite everything I've said, and as odd and sappy as it may seem...I still love you. That is why I wrote this.

I wish you well...may life bring you whatever it is you desire...

- Brendan Schafer

Why do I even bother?

2006-06-03T22:18:03Z

OOC: Brendan and Avex finally break off their relationship. Kinda sad, but was a fun RP. :)

Paradise Villa #240 - Brendan's Apartment(#1157RC)
This apartment looks about as run down as the hallway outside. Among other things it could use a fresh coat of paint. There are several spots on the walls with large dents in the drywall that could really use a patch job. The carpet is worn almost through in the high traffic areas and has several mystery stains in various locations. There is a very small main room, perhaps 15' square. Off of that room is a bedroom of equal size and then a tiny bathroom which is barely big enough to fit in the toilet and the shower.
All in all the apartment is as clean as it could possibly be considering that most of the things that make it look dirty are things that need to be replaced, like the carpet. The furniture is also old and worn, looking to be acquired second hand. There is an old beat up couch and a very old looking, though functional, TV on a table across from it. Along one side of the main room is the 'kitchen', or at least a 3' wide strip of peeling linoleum flooring in front of a small sink, range, and refrigerator which are all old old models.
The bedroom has a small dresser in the corner and some piles of clothes in some of the corners. The bed is just two mattresses stacked upon one another on the floor. The walls in here are coated with posters of various popular bands of the more hardcore variety along with a smattering of posters from industrial bands.
[Exits : [O]ut ]

Brendan had been a bit more stable mentally the past few days; he had taken a few opportunities to go outside and walk around a bit to clear his head, and it seemed to have helped his mindset, at least temporarily. Right now, he is in the kitchen, pouring himself a strong drink. Lately he had been carrying various forms of alcohol in his fridge, and that seems to help calm him down at points as well, at least enough to let him get some sleep. Picking up the glass, he walks back into the living room, intent on another fun evening of staring at the wall and thinking.

Averillix was. The younger Xavierite professor makes her way into the complex, through elevator, of course; it was too hot again today, and as she hurries out of the elevator in dirt splashed jeans and a yellow mesh top (with her black swimsuit beneath, of course), the girl swishes a spiky, messy ponytail back over her shoulders. Oi. Hot. Avex makes her way slowly down the hall, and as she comes to Brendan's door, she gives a soft, tentative rap.

Brendan lazily raises his eyes to the door as the knock reaches his ears. He frowns slightly, not expecting any visitors tnoight, though, honestly...when did he ever? "Hang on," he calls out. Setting his drink down on the endtable, Brendan heads over to the door. Undoing the locks, the door eventually swings open inwards. He stands there framed in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe as he looks down at Avex. "Hi," he replies. "Didn't expect you today. I figured I wasn't your favorite person in the world, so I didn't think I'd see you again. Come in." He takes a step back, before slowly sauntering back towards the couch.

Wince. This was just getting easier by the moment, really... Given the not so friendly greeting, Averillix makes her way in, following after Brendan, those silver eyes of hers whitening bit by bit. As Brendan sits down, therefore, she stays standing, fidgeting and staring at her gymshoes for awhile in silence; then those eyes of hers peer up at him, and as her brows knit together, there's an expression of nervous naysay in her features. "We need to talk..." Her voice is barely more than a whisper, if even that.

Brendan picks up his drink, gesturing toward the chair nearby to where Avex is standing. "Have a seat. I'm not going anywhere," he replies, in that same nonchalant, perhaps a bit tipsy, tone. "What's on your mind?" He fixes that unsettling gaze on her, eyes unwavering, a cold glimmer present in them that was never really there before, at least when Averillix was around. "But if we're going to talk," he smirks..."...could you please speak up? I can hardly hear you."

Thumps and thuds start up stronger in the Frenchwoman's chest and head, and her hands are wrung, over and over again. Averillix does eventually sit in that seat offerred, but only for a short while; as if burned by it, she jumps up, moving to sit on the opposite end of the couch as Brendan. She stares at her hands, again - nervous tick? - then peers up at him. The look doesn't help, and again the woman is set into movement, this time jumping up and heading for the door. "It's not a good time, is it? I can... we can talk about it later." Rushed speech slips from her mouth, and as she stares at Brendan, her hands keep up.

Brendan reaches a hand down and calmly touches it to the floor, while at the same time sipping from his glass. A soft flicker of light later, and the locks on the door re-lock again, seemingly by themselves. "No," he intones. "You took the time to come down here and visit me, so I am quite interested in what you have to say. Especially since you look like you're about to jump right out of your skin," he grins slowly. "Why are you so scared of me, Avex? You never were before..." he chuckles, an unsettling rumble. "Do I honestly look -that- bad, hon?"

Averillix stares at the locks, eyes immediately going to red as she gasps. There were, however, no plants in the immediate vicinity, and as such, nothing happened. She was just frightened, plain and simple. At least it kept her powers from fritizing. Brows are knit again, this time, translating the terorrizing that her own mind is putting her through, and she turns to Brendan. "Unlock the door. Please..."

Brendan's expression doesn't shift from the amusement that had appeared there a few moments earlier, and he brings his hand up from the floor. Settling it on his lap, he gives his head a single shake. "No. At least not until I find out your intentions for coming here this afternoon. I mean, why waste both your time and mine, Avex? It just doesn't make much sense to me, is all." He takes another drink. "Now sit. Please." He lifts his hand, gesturing to the chair with a brief yet casual wave. "Can I get you something to drink?" His tone changes, shifting into one he might use while chatting casually with someone. "I'd most likely have anything you could think of, at least if it contains alcohol."

"It's not, I just... I mean..." And thus the flower child is back to square one, plunking down on the couch, defeated looking. Brows are still furrowed, and her irises are still red, and she sighs. "It's... it's about us, and..." And this wasn't as easy as she thought it was. She shakes her head at the offer of drink, sighing and staring now... At Brendan's shoes. "I don't drink."

Brendan's eyes settle upon Avex as she finally sits. "Now's a perfect time to start, don't you think? I mean, I never really drank either up until a couple months ago." He lifts the glass to his lips again, taking a long sip. He exhales softly, settling the drink back down to the endtable. "It really helps you relax, I think. It helps clear one's head, in a way. Suit yourself, though." His expression really doesn't change much, even as she finally admits what she came here to say; his brows only lift a bit in expectation. "Us, hmm? Do tell, you've perked my interest..."

Averillix shakes her head again. The lack of expressional change gets raised eyebrows, and Averillix looks up at Brendan, eyebrows unknitting and raising slightly. "I - well, I," there's a pause here, to swallow. "I'm not sure, anymore... If we're good for one another. I mean -" Avex sits up, pressing both hands to the couch as her eyes start to turn a brighter shade of pink. "I mean that, well... I'm busy, and ... and you've changed and I've changed and I don't know what I mean anymore." At about the first changed, tears had built up in the woman's eyes, and by the end of her sentence, Averillix is full on crying. She reaches up one hand, brushing at the undersides of her eyes.

Brendan's hand visibly tightens upon his glass as he listens, though his expression doesn't visibly change. It seems the two have opposite reactions; Avex is crying, while Brendan just sits there calmly. For the most part, anyhow. Very slowly, little hairline cracks begin to creep up the sides of the glass, though they wouldn't yet be visible to Avex. "I've changed? Really? How so?" his head cocks to the side just a bit. "As far as I know, I've always been the same. Perhaps you've changed, but honestly, is that really my fault?" he chuckles. "You say you're busy. What I'm wondering though is...busy at -what-, exactly?" Ouch. "I sit here, day after day, waiting to hear from you. And what do I get in return? You randomly running me over with a bicycle on the street one day. I hardly think that's fair, how about you?" Slowly the liquid begins to drip from Brendan's glass onto the floor below...

Averillix sniffles softly, and now pastel pink eyes stare up at him; she hiccups. "The one night, when you went loopy on me. You were acting weird then. And it's not like you can't -" Another hiccup. Averillix pauses, moving her hair our of her face and having it just fall back into her face - "It's not like you couldn't've taken the train and met me any day, you know. And then there's the..." Averillix trails off, and she just starts sobbing. "I have a -job-. I have people I have to look after and protect and I'm /trying/ and..." Rambling ensues . . . now.

Brendan laughs dryly, quite an odd sound in the emotionally tense air. "Are you serious?" His eyes flicker a brighter blue, sizzling a moment before returning to their previous calm. "Look at me, Avex. Do you not notice the fact that I'm glowing right now? Do you think that makes it easy for me just to go out and take the train whenever I want?" Audible cracking noises begin to emanate from the glass in his fist, more liquid flowing down over his wrist to drip onto the carpet...though soon the amber liquid darkens with a crimson tint as the shards dig into Brendan's palm. "Then there's the what? Go on, tell me. You're already on a roll, so you may as well get it all out while you can. You've already basically told me that I'm useless, so I wonder what you have to add to that?" Remarkably, his expression still remains stoic, though there is definitely something beginning to bubble up beneath.

Averillix jumps about a foot, up off the couch and onto her feet. A sob is muffled, and Averillix reaches up to wipe her eyes, then tug at her hair. "Do you think it's any easier for /me/? At least people can pretend they don't notice you. I'm some sort of... -freak- minority girl with slanted, changing silver eyes and green hair that's /obviously/ natural, and I have a fucked up accent." Wow. Averillix just said fuck. "Do you think you're the only person they're mean to, Brendan? Do you think it's not hard for me, too, to come and see you?" Anger seethes in those pink toned eyes, and the sound of glass breaking and a muffled 'hey!' from the floor above is heard. Someone had a potted plant. Had being operative. "/When/ did I say that you were useless?!"

Brendan smirks, "You seemed to make it here fine right now. This is Clinton, for God's sake, it's not as if it's someplace ritzy. There are a lot of odd people in this area, Avex. They wouldn't give you a second glance, believe me. I should know, I live here. So don't give me that excuse." He hears the breaking glass and the muffled voice from above, but he merely shrugs it off. Weird sounds came from up there all the time. "As far as you saying I am useless, you cut yourself off before you could actually come out and say it...but I think you were implying it by talking about the fact that you have a job and people to protect and all that, while all I have is what you see right now." He pauses. "Nothing." The glass finally shatters in a spark of blue light, eliciting a wince from Brendan, though a majority of the shards fall to the ground along with whatever was inside. Blood eventually begins to drip down from his dangling hand, though he doesn't seem to care.

"I never said that! I'm saying that I can't -" The shattering of the glass is watched, shrieked at, and quickly thereafter Averillix runs her hands through her hair. There's no pause between her hand falling down to her side and her departure to the kitchen, and the sound of her rifling is heard. When she returns, it's with a cloth, and she plunks down on the couch next to him. Not looking up into the blues of his eyes, Averillix extends her hand emtpy hand, beckoning for his. "Here."

Brendan's eyes turn to stare down at his bleeding hand. The corners of his lips twitch a couple of times, but otherwise he just looks at the hand, as if the blood doesn't belong to him. He has fallen silent now, an unsettling calm setting within the room though there is still an uncomfortable energy present. He lets Avex take his limp hand, letting her wrap it in the cloth if that's what she was planning on doing. Eventually he turns his stare back to the girl, fixing it upon her and just watching her with those strange eyes. "Thank you," he intones, halfheartedly. "Now I need to buy a new glass. That's unfortunate."

Averillix will be wrapping it, in a bit. For now, though, the girl starts to pick the pieces of glass out of Brendan's hand, careful as she can. The shards are then placed in her own hand, the woman wincing every so often as it digs into her own palm. "I'm sorry about the glass. And about your hand." That being said, after the glass is all removed, she starts to wrap up his hand, remaining silent. Each twist of the cloth is tighter on her other hand, more gentle on Brendan's own, until she's done wrapping his, having embedded the shards into her own.

Brendan looks back down to his hand as it is wrapped. "And the fact that you're leaving me," he replies, getting the general gist of why she came over. "I understand. You would think that I would be surprised, or sad even, but to be perfectly honest with you..." he pauses..."I saw this coming. The thing is, there wasn't anything I could do about it. I knew this day would come, I just continued to tell myself that it wouldn't be this soon." His voice is somewhat weary, though he still impressively keeps up the whole calm charade. "If you left anything here, feel free to take it with you. I most likely won't need whatever it is..." He feels the ache in his hand, but it feels positively exquisite compared to the one in his chest right now.

Averillix gives a soft little nod. She's still holding onto Brendan's hand as he speaks, and there are several moments where she just... pauses. Not moving to speak or anything, it's just a noticable pause in her features. Instead of saying anything more, though, she moves toward the kitchen. The faucet is audible, as is the opening and shutting of the garbage can and the tinkling of glass down into the bag. When she comes back, she continues to stand, staring at her feet. "I didn't leave anything here. You can keep the hat, though; I gave that to you." Pain is in the silver gunmetal gaze, but she won't cry again. Not yet.

Brendan's hand reaches down to touch the floor again, and with another flicker of light, the locks all slowly click open once again, the door swinging open with a soft creak. "Thank you," he replies. "The door's open, feel free to leave whenever you see fit." He pushes himself up to his feet, leaving the spilled drink on the floor, and he drifts over towards his room. He steps inside, pausing once to look back over his shoulder at Avex as she stands there. His eyes shimmer for a brief moment, before he quickly shoves the emotion back down to where it had been hiding. "Goodbye, Averillix..." The door closes behind him with a soft click...and then there is no sound from within, the only noises audible is are muffled steps from the floor above, and the occasional soft grumble.

A gamut of emotions runs through the girl, silver eyes indicating each one of them clearly, until Brendan shuts the door; then her eyes sharply turn white. The door to his room is stared at and, reaching into her bag and pulling out a short, rectangular object, she places it on the coffee table before turning and heading out the door, pulling it shut behind her. And the thing she left behind?

The cellphone he'd given her.
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Completely Random Journal Update

2006-04-13T00:04:44Z

April 11, 2006
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Oddly enough, I had a visitor stop by the apartment earlier this afternoon. Nice kid, very mature for her age, attitude-wise. Her name is Cassy, she's 14, and apparently she lives in that huge building just down the street. Seems it's known as 'Worthington House', or something, and I guess it's a supposed safe-haven for mutants and whatnot.

Honestly, I'm not quite sure why she decided to take the risk and stop by...I had run into her previously once before, in the Park, but it was only a brief meeting before she was on her way again. It bears the question, did I really make that much of an impression on her that she remembered me and the fact that I wasn't in the best of moods that day? And why on earth would she give a damn?

In any case, she did, and she brought me cookies. Heh. It's funny, the last time I had homemade cookies was while I was on the Brotherhood island, of all places. Strange, if you think about it.

Anyhow, she hung around for a bit and we had an interesting conversation about life in general. She seemed to take an interest in my welfare for some reason, and even suggested an idea that I hadn't really thought about before...something about volunteering and sharing my previous experiences with other youths who may be in danger of straying down the wrong path in life like I did. The more I think about it, the more it makes sense.

I'm not the world's best speaker, to be honest, but maybe I don't need to be...maybe the fact that I once belonged to the Brotherhood, and am still alive to tell the tale would be proof enough that not every bad decision has to end in a bad way...though looking around now, I'm not exactly in the best conditions.
But I'm alive, right?
Anyhow, I hope this Cassy girl really does want to help me...she may just be the stepping stone I've been looking for to get myself back on my feet again. Maybe I -can- salvage things and start over again.

Is there possibly light at the end of the tunnel? Maybe...but I hope that light doesn't happen to be an oncoming train.

Brendan, out.
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Heading to the store

2005-12-27T20:23:54Z

Brendan decides to go out to the store, and ends up running into Quinn, who is being pursued by a small group of mutant haters...

Quinn lets out no screams of fright or desperation, only soft pants and gasps for air as her small feet pound and slap relentlessly down on the sidewalk pavement. Her heavy peasant skirt billows around her legs, slowing her even further as she runs for what can only be assumed as her life. Definitely not the athletic sort, the blonde's stride and pace leaves much to be desired, accept, that is, her pursuers.

Brendan happens to be exiting his apartment, planning on heading out to the convenience store to pick up a few groceries and other odds and ends. It's not too cold out at the moment, so Brendan wears his usual jacket, hat upon his head and glasses perched upon his face. He keeps his left hand hidden within his jacket sleeve, obviously hiding something, his other hand stuffed inside his jacket pocket as he walks. Brendan sees Quinn running towards him and he pauses for a moment, eyebrows raising in surprise.

Unfortunately, she sees the young man too late, slamming into him. She might as well have been made of rubber though, as she falls onto her back with a scream. She crawls away from him quickly as if he might be one of her attackers, throwing a glance behind her, her hair whipping around. "Get back here /mutant/!" One of the young men screams. The mutant in question pushes off the ground with a wince, to continue moving.

Brendan doesn't have enough time to jump back, so Quinn ends up running right into him. He happened to be stepping back at the time though, so he doesn't take the full force. "Hey, watch where you're going..." he mutters, seeming annoyed for a few moments. That is, until he turns and sees the pursuing young men, and hears what they are shouting. It doesn't take him too long to put 2 and 2 together and figure out what's going on...and he steps in front of Quinn, standing in between the girl and her pursuers. "...your -mutant- is standing right here," he replies calmly, eyes narrowing behind his glasses, though he keeps his composure for the moment.

Quinn trips once more in her attempt to get back on her feet, her palms only slapping the cement once more to catch herself. "Don't do anything! Stop!" She screams to Brendan as she struggles with her long skirt to get back onto her feet. While her frantic screams might say one thing, she moves to stand behind her self-proclaimed champion either way. "Stop!" She holds up her now cut up hands, taking a few anxious steps back.

Brendan turns, reaching down to try and help Quinn up, seeing as how she seems to be having a bit of trouble. Once she is on her feet again, he turns back to face the small group of pursuers. As he hears Quinn's screams, he simply gives her his usual smirk. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," he replies to her. "I'm not going to do anything unless our friends here decide to try something stupid...now, are you alright? I'm not quite used to having people running and screaming outside my apartment; I guess that's just a New York thing...."

Or maybe it's just a Hell's Kitchen thing… Quinn moves another few steps back as only one really steps foreword to deal with Brendan. Whom even to Quinn, doesn't seem like so much of a threat. The others spread out in a semi-circle. "No!" She squeals, moving foreword to pull on one of Brendan's arm to get him to run with her.

Brendan eyes the guy that steps forward, his smirk returning to his lips. He folds his arms, leaning back on his heels just slightly. "So, what's the deal, man? Why are you bothering this girl?" he asks, his tone still calm. Obviously he's learned to control his temper, at least for now. As Quinn pulls on his arm, Brendan takes a quick glance back over his shoulder at her. "What? I'm taking care of the situation...just hang tight. Be with you in a second." He turns his attention back to the group.

"She has a fuckin' big mouth for a fuckin' mutant - /that's/ why we botherin' her!" He cocks his head back and forth, flashing a dagger. "But I guess that kinda shit comes with the left-over genes you freaks get!" He moves closer, cautiously - and Quinn only continues to pester Brendan not to do anything - her voice no doubt becoming background noise.

Brendan doesn't think the man is particularly smart as he steps forward towards him; Brendan was a mutant and he had that strange, dim glow surrounding him revealing this fact, yet one wasn't exactly sure what it is that his mutation actually does. He chuckles..."Well, she maybe has a big mouth, but I'm sure she used words that actually have some thought put into them. Let me ask you guys...did you actually -drop- out of middle school, or were you kicked out? You seriously need to work on your grammar skills, and stop using those nasty words. You're definitely a discredit to your species." He simply smiles that creepy smile of his, his eyes beginning to softly glow beneath his shades. He remains remarkably calm still, not throwing the first punch or making the first move...this was a new, somewhat improved Brendan.

"Oh my god - Stop it, Brendan!" Quinn hisses in the midst of Brendan's reply, glaring, "Stop!" She stomps her feet on the ground, hopping straight up and down, her skirt swirling this way and that.

Several of the onlookers give a not-so-friendly stare at Brendan, though they find themselves easing back when he starts glowing... They look toward one another as if trying to decide on what they should do. One of the guys stares at the glowy Brendan and smirks. "That's it?... Shit, this kid looks like he belongs at a rave somewhere. So what's your mutie name, huh? Glowbug?" Maybe not the wittiest of remarks, but it's enough to inspire a few chuckles and invoke a little more confidence. The man that Brendan steps towards glares. "Nah. This one belongs in the trash, just like the rest of them! Get the hell out of my way!" And with that he comes at Brendan with a fist tightened and ready to swing, not knowing what he's getting himself in, though given what he's had to say, doesn't seem to really care.

Brendan is taken off guard for a moment as Quinn says his name; how in the heck did she know that? He'd never seen her before in his life! While he contemplates this, the 'leader' of the group gets in his little comments, which Brendan ignores as he just stares at Quinn. "Hey, how'd you..." At that point, the guy steps toward him and swings his fist, and Brendan is struck in the side of the face. He stumbles, going down to a knee, a hand going up to cover where he had been hit...and as he lifts his arm, his sleeve slides down to reveal the tracking device on his wrist. Hmmm, it'd take a while to explain -that-. "Damn it..." he growls, trying his best to hold down the rage building up inside of him. The glow around him just slightly picks up its intensity, his eyes getting just a bit brighter as well though they are still hidden by glasses. Slowly he rises back up to a standing position, and he reaches up to remove his glasses. "Sir, I know you weren't aware of the fact that I just don't like to be touched in any way, so maybe I'll let that one go this time. There's really no excuse for your ignorance, and I think that by talking to you right now, my IQ level is dropping. So I think my new friend here and I will just go and mind our own business, and you can go off and kill some small animals, or whatever else you angry mobs tend to do..."

Quinn screams, kneeling down by the slightly-fallen Brendan and bringing her finger tips to her mouth as the first punch is thrown. "Are you alright? Stop it! You're just provoking them! Don't be an idiot! Don't be an /ass/! This is no way to solve anything!" Why is he defending her again?

There seems to be somewhat of a split in the mob at the moment, some still not so sure of what to make of his glowing. It could be that some are starting to have second thoughts. The man glares sharply at Brendan as he gets to his feet. "You got a really big fucking mouth, don't you, freak!?" One of the others in the mob starts to speak up. "Look.. Maybe we should all just," The 'leader cuts him off. "Just what? We just gonna let the freaks run us over every time they show up!? They think they're so much fucking better than us! This one.." He reaches out to try and grab Brendan roughly by the collar of his shirt(If he's wearing one of course). "This one's just all talk.."

If this was Brotherhood Brendan, all of the people who had decided to join up with the angry mob would be in the process of being rather painfully crushed from the inside out by the mutant; instead, Brendan simply grins at the guy. He stumbles forward a moment as his collar is jerked on, and he doesn't try to get away...instead, he glances at Quinn. "Go on, get out of here. I don't want to see you get hurt..." He then turns his attention back to the 'leader' of the group. "Go right ahead...punch me again. Kick me in the face, throw me on the ground. Do whatever you want to me; frankly, at this point, I could care less. I just have to ask you though...what will it prove? That you all can gang up on a couple of people who are minding their own business?" By now the side of his face is starting to ache pretty badly, but he attempts to ignore it. "Will kicking my ass really help your 'cause' to rid of world of us freaks? Heh. If you think so, then man...I pity you. I really do. I wasn't aware someone could be so ignorant and stupid..."

"No! I don't want /anyone/ to get hurt!" The girl snaps back to Brendan, standing, "Stop it ! We don't think we're better then you /at all/! This is just a misunderstanding and its /my fault/! Just stop it!" A few tears stream down her face, "This won't /solve/ /anything/! We're all stupid here if we let this happen! Don't do this!" She moves to /actually/ try and grab tight hold of Brendan's arm and more forcefully pull him back, "Stop it, Brendan! This /isn't/ what you want! You're just getting into the same vicious cycle!" She, however, continues to keep Brendan in between herself and anyone else... of course.

The man's jaw twists, only seem to get more heated with every word spoken to him. "SHUT UP!? I don't need pity from some freak!? He goes to hit him again, but pauses as Quinn tries to get in between the two of them. With a grunt, he tries to just push Brendan aside before making moves towards Quinn! "DAMN right it's your fault!" He comes at her a bit too fast for any of the others to stop him, though a couple of others go to try, obviously having had second thoughts on this."

Brendan stumbles as he is shoved to the side, and he falls down to his hands and knees. Oh, they've done it now. He might have possibly let them beat -him- up, but there's no way he would let anyone else be hurt by these morons. Good...let them forget about him and not pay attention to him. That'd make things a hell of a lot easier. Growling softly beneath his breath as he stares down at the ground, Brendan lifts his eyes and watches the guy go after Quinn. Pushing himself back up, Brendan calmly dusts himself off, stepping towards the leader. Reaching out, Brendan drops his hand down to the guy's shoulder. "Hey! Let the girl go, there's no point to this whole thing. Now just turn around and go home...or you're going to regret it. Trust me..." At this point, Brendan's form begins to slowly fade away, his entire body turning translucent...very ghostlike, even. He had told himself he wouldn't ever do this in public again, but...this wasn't just about him at the moment. "Listen to the girl...she knows what she's talking about."

Quinn screams and does her best to hop out of reach. She stays silent and pitiful as Brendan seems to /sort of/ come around to more so her way of thinking. Whimpering and sniffling, she clutches her hands near her heart.

The man growls, ready to turn around and backhand Brendan, only to take note of the transluscent hand on his shoulder. For the moment at least, /this/ seems to get the guy's attention, and the other two stop in their tracks, suddenly looking very uncomfortable. The group begins to mutter as the other starts to step away from Brendan, wide-eyed. The group begins to mutter. "Jesus." "He's like a ghost." "How can he do that?" The man starts to get his nerve back, though from the look in his eyes, he's getting scared. "G.. Go to Hell! You think I'm afraid of you!?"

Brendan chuckles softly, a rather unpleasant and downright spooky sound. "Hmm. By the look on your face and the way your voice is squeaking, I would have to say....yes?" Brendan's grip begins to tighten on the man's shoulder, sinking into it, his hand eventually disappearing. Soon after, the guy can feel a tremendous pressure within his shoulder, followed by a decent amount of pain. "I'm going to ask you again...your friends here seem like they're leaning towards the right decision, but I need to hear it from you. Are you going to turn around and leave us alone, or am I going to have to tear the bone in your arm right out of your body, then beat you with it? It's your choice..." By now, it's kinda obvious that Brendan had held in his anger for as long as he could, and it's finally starting to break through.

"Stop it!" Quinn squeals, "This isn't solving anything! You're not /changing/ /anyone/ by being this way!" She screams helplessly, panting as she glances over the faces of those around them. "This sort of thing is why you have that thing on your wrist! Don't /lower/ yourself this way!" She growls to Brendan.

The rest of the mob starts to freak out when Brendan's arm sinks into the man's shoulder! They start to back away, putting some distance between themselves and the two mutants! The man's mouth opens, but goes quiet as his other arm comes up, trying to clutch at his shoulder, as it's very obvious that the man is now in quite a bit of pain, made even more obvious as he cries out! He stares through pained eyes as the others start to back off rather than try to help him... He drops down to a knee in front of brendan, still trying to grab at his arm, the pain seeming more intense.. "L.. Let me go you... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Brendan seems to get a bit of satisfaction as he is able to bring the man down to his knee, and he puts an extra bit of pressure on the area of his shoulder where he is squeezing. "You didn't answer my question. All I want is for us to be left alone, and for this girl to make it safely to wherever it is she was going before you started bothering her. Now, I'm going to ask you again, and this time, you're going to tell me what I want to hear. Are you going to leave us alone, or not?" His expression is grim, a slight smirk able to be made out upon his obscure features. "I'm not lowering myself," he replies to Quinn. "I'm trying to get rid of these bozos so they leave you alone, and so I can go to the store in peace. Is that too much to ask? It's not very complicated."

"No." Quinn glances him down and up, "I suppose you have no where to go but /up/. It's people like /you/ who give people like /me/ a bad name!" She points a finger at her ex-attacker, "And /you/! It's /you/ who give humans a bad name! But that doesn't make /this/ right! I would sooner have let them catch me! At least then they would have gotten their rage out - now they'll just go home hating mutants even more!" She's awful brave once the ass-kickings have already been handed out, isn't she? "Don't say /anything/." She demands of the young man under Brendan's grip. She glares at Brendan, "/Violence/ /won't/ /change/ /anyone/."

The man tenses up even moreso as more pressure is put on his already flared joint, his head dropping down.. He actually tries striking at Brendan's hand, but to no avail, only brought to crying out again, sounding even more pained. The others are obviously scared now, but start to shout at Brendan again. "Jesus, let him go! You made your point already!" The man finally can't take it, now fully aware of what kind of trouble he's got himself in, and now just trying to get out of it! "Alright! AHHHHHH! ALRIGHT, Goddamnit LET GO, PLEASE!!" He doesn't really care what the girl's saying. His head stays low and he clutches at where he's being gripped, starting to sound desparate as fear finally presents itself completely, fear of what could happen.. The same kind of fear and uncertainty that inspires this outcry of hatred...

Brendan blinks after a few moments, as if suddenly realizing just what he is doing. He quickly pulls his hand out from within the guy's shoulder, and his form soon fades back into view, though a dim glow remains around him. He gives the man a push..."Just...just get out of here. I don't want to see you around my apartment building ever again, you got it?" Frowning, Brendan turns, shoving his hands into his pockets as he begins to walk away, obviously troubled by what had just happened. He had let his anger get the better of him again, just when he thought he might be making a bit of progress...and he's as mad at himself as Quinn seems to be. "Damn it," he mutters. Things like this weren't supposed to happen any more...

Quinn glares, "You… You /can't/ do that to people!" She motions dramatically with her hands, "What are you /thinking/?" She takes a slow, deep breath, shaking her head, "You… you tell yourself that you want to change… and… and…" She runs her hands through her hair, gripping her mind, "And… … actions speak louder then words, Brendan. Actions speak louder then words." She smoothes out her peasant skirt, huffing and puffing as she moves to walk away, muttering things about how much bad karma he's going to get and how dirty her aura is now.

Once released, the man stays down, now holding tightly at his shoulder which is still very sore from Brendan's little 'trick', groaning... He slowly looks up as Brendan and Quinn walk off... "Little bastard.. I'll-" Others suddenly take hold of him, stopping him. "Are you nuts? Didn't you see what he did, he could've killed you!" The man gets to his feet, still looking pissed, and huffing lightly.. "That's the fucking point..." He shrugs his arms away from the others and turns to walk off... The others begin to slowly scatter as well, mutterings still lingering, some contemplative, others not so pleasant.

Brendan hears Quinn's words, and he frowns, eyes narrowing. He stops, turning towards her. "What was I thinking?" he repeats..."If I hadn't stopped them, that group would have either killed you, or done something a hell of a lot worse. Look, lady, I -know- I shouldn't have hurt him, but you have no -idea- of what I've been through, alright? I don't need you judging me for something that I had no control over. It's like they say, may the person who is without sin cast the first stone..." Brendan turns back around again, his head lowering and gaze dropping to the ground. "That's definitely the oddest 'thank you' I've ever got from someone," he mutters...

Quinn turns around, glaring, "No. Brendan. /I/. /I/ have a vague idea of what you've been through. It's /them/ and /you/ who are clueless. You don't know. You don't know if... If. A mutant killed someone in their family... if a mutant /ruined/ /their/ /lives/. And they don't know if a human ruined yours. I would have rather die and be in the right, then live and be in the wrong." She turns back around and walks away a few more steps before stopping and turning around again. Her hands go to her hips, "You know..." She pauses, turning to walk away again before turning back around again, unable to make up her mind, "You have /no/ I idea how much you just pissed me off... like you seriously..." She turns, rolling her eyes and walking away, "Like /no/ freaking clue."

Brendan doesn't believe what he is hearing. Once again he turns around, taking a few steps toward the direction Quinn is going. "Hey. Hey! Wait just a minute..." Brendan attempts to catch up to her..."What made -you- the moral judge of the entire human and mutant race all of a sudden? As far as I'm concerned, I don't give a damn about what happened to that asshole's family and whether it involves mutants or not. Just like I'm sure he doesn't give a crap about what's happened to me. All he was thinking about was trying to hurt you. I did nothing but defend myself after he threw the first punch, alright? I wasn't going to touch him if he wouldn't have gone after you. Y'know...just...just freakin' forget it, alright? I don't need anyone preaching to me right now, I've got enough on my mind..."

"Well you /should/ give a damn. You didn't have to react the way you did and you /know/ it. Using your powers to hurt someone who doesn't have powers is tactless and immoral. Violence only fuels more violence. Hatred only fuels more hatred. /Duh/." Quinn frowns.

Brendan's arms fold against his chest stubbornly, "So what the hell do you want me to do, track the guy down and -apologize-?" He shakes his head. "Here's a question. What if he had a gun? Would it have mattered then? You're basing this on the fact of whether he had decided to bring a weapon with him or not. It's got nothing to do with the fact that he wanted to kill us, right?" Brendan gives his familiar smirk. "Y'know, if I was still at the point I was last year, that guy and all of his friends would have ended up dead. You should be happy that I showed as much restraint as I did. And in case you haven't noticed..." he waves a hand around the area..."...the climate around here nowadays isn't exactly what one might call 'mutant friendly'. There are a lot of people out there who wouldn't just stand there and listen to you telling them what the right and wrong things to do are...you would be dead in a few moments. Everyone isn't as dumb as that idiot..." he motions with his head towards the direction the mob had left in.

"If he had a gun that would have been on /him/. They wanted to kill /me/. /You/ were waiting for a fight." She roll her eyes, "No. I didn't notice." She spits out sarcastically, "We are all moments away from death /every/ moment, Brendan. That's the reality of the world. It's how we live the moments we have that makes the difference. If you want to place the blame on /everyone else/ then go for it. But in the end it's wasn't the Black Panthers or the K.K.K. that had the largest impact... It was... It was people like Gandhi... and Martin Luther King... and ... and... Jesus." She blinks at having just used /Jesus/ as an example. But whatever. Uhoh.

Brendan peers at Quinn incredulously. "-I- was waiting for a fight? I was doing everything I could to try and -not- fight the guy, and he freakin' PUNCHED me and grabbed me by the shirt!" He does have a nice little cut near his left eye that is trickling blood, the eye swelling slightly. "I would have been just as happy if he would have turned around and walked away, alright? You're making me out to be some sort of evil monster who does nothing but walk around and pick fights with humans. Well, I may have been that way once, but that isn't me any more. All I want is to be left alone, alright? I can deal with things by myself...I don't need all this moral stuff shoved in my face right now. I -know- everything that you're saying...I'm not an idiot, despite how I may act sometimes. I just call myself a realist." Brendan sighs, shaking his head slowly. "And as far as all those people you mentioned...what happened to them all?" He smirks. "They were killed, right? Exactly."

"Their lives had meaning. And they helped make the world a better place for /tons/ of people. /Real/ people." Quinn pauses, glaring at him. "And... supposedly..." She rolls her eyes and sighs, "Jesus like... came back..." She hmfs, "And before you start talking to me like I /don't/ have a clue about you - I didn't learn your name from tv, asshole. You provoked them in that fight. And you were wrong. You need to get the hell over yourself before someone else does it for you... or worse... someone doesn't." She cranes her neck around, arching an eyebrow at him before turning once again to walk away - this time more confidently.

Brendan doesn't say much to Quinn's words...he knows that everything he says is going to be met with an argument, so he makes the smartest decision of the night and just doesn't say anything. He turns and begins to walk in the other direction, a frown upon his face as he heads out in the direction of the convenience store. Brendan would have a lot to think about tonight, the whole situation weighing on his mind.

On the 1st day of Christmas...

2005-12-24T22:03:03Z

It's Christmas Eve in the Big Apple, and most citizens who happen to celebrate the holiday are either already doing so, or still hurriedly making the preparations for the following day's activities. As the afternoon progresses into evening, the streets begin to gradually clear out, until there are only a handful of 'last-minute shoppers' struggling to finish whatever it is they need to do.
In his rundown apartment in the Paradise Villa, Brendan sits on the floor. He stares out the window at the miserable, rainy weather, as his mind overflows with various thoughts and musings. Some of these he records in his sparsely-used Journal he carries in a pocket...others simply vanish, never to be thought of again.
Having nothing else better to do, and no family really to spend time with for the holidays, the young mutant spends his time just sitting at the window. Not really paying much attention to the small TV in the room, his thoughts are enough to occupy most of his time. It isn't as if he really had many around to chat with anyhow.

Journal entry #3
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Well, person-who-will-most-likely-never-read-this-crap...

It's Christmas Eve, and for the first time in my life, I could care less.

I've been watching those who've been crazy enough to venture outside in this neighboorhood (ha), and it's sorta funny how quickly they tend to walk...either to their cars, or back into their homes. All the time looking back over their shoulder, just waiting for that mugger or rapist to leap out of the dark alley, knife poised to strike.

Of course, there is no immediate sign of danger; people's minds tend to play tricks, as they say, and they hear things that aren't really what they seem to be. At the moment, things are quiet and calm for once, and yet it seems the reputation of this place always seems to proceed it.

Y'know, it's funny...that sounds vaguely familiar.

I will be the first to admit that I've done some things that aren't what one might call 'intelligent', such as joining up with the terrorist organization known as the Brotherhood...and also, walking around outside while in the midst of some strange surge in my powers which causes me to resemble a living glowstick. The fact that the anti-mutant propaganda is as strong as ever out there makes this an even less intelligent decision...it's something that I will definitely try to remedy in the future. Key word there is 'try'. Heh.

It doesn't help that I seem drawn to confrontations. I don't know what it is, exactly, but I can't seem to keep myself out of trouble. I have this lovely little doodad attached to my wrist now as a reminder of this fact; the feds don't seem to trust me at all (I wonder why?), so they stuck this thing on me.
It's to 'keep an eye on me', as they said. Well, that's not exactly what they said, but I'd rather not write things word for word...let's just say the words they chose weren't fit for human ears.

Turns out this thing not only tracks me, but it keeps me from using my abilities to their full extent. In other words, while wearing this I am unable to completely disappear into any object, in effect getting rid of my ability to escape. I am still able to use my powers to control stuff, but that doesn't do me much good at the moment. So I suppose you could say that I now am a sitting duck in case Mags or one of his happy little helpers decides to hunt me down. If they even have the time, of course...who knows what evil deeds they're coming up with as we speak?
Evil deeds. Ha. Now -there's- something I would never say out loud. I'm such a nerd.

So yeah. It's Christmas, and I'm here by myself, in a crappy apartment with hardly any food. Don't worry, I'm not going to whine and complain and moan about this fact. Everything I've done to get in this position is my fault, so there we go. Besides, whining about my situation isn't going to make it any better; that's something that I've got to go out and do by myself.

I think the first step involves swallowing my pride, and going over to Xavier's to try and meet with Dr McCoy. He's the most intelligent person I can think of; maybe he can help me figure out what is wrong with me, and what's up with this glowing thing. If I can get rid of this, then maybe I can walk around the streets like a normal person again.

I'm -not- normal, of course, but that's besides the point.

Anyways, I think I've written enough for now...maybe I'll come back to this later on. Not like I have anything better to do, heh.

Brendan, out.

Oh, and Merry Christmas with a Ho-Ho-Ho and all that stuff.
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Journal fun.

2005-10-08T21:32:56Z

Journal Entry #2
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As you probably can tell, I don't often take the time to write in this thing because I don't feel it is necessary...but at the moment I am stuck in a hospital bed with nothing else really to do, so I figure I might as well do SOMETHING to keep me from getting too bored.

I think joining the Brotherhood was the biggest mistake of my life...and it was a mistake that could have possibly cost me my life. I am lucky to even have survived being assaulted a few days ago...usually when Toad sets out to do something, he finishes the job.

Was I supposed to die?

Who knows. But the fact of the matter is, I didn't.

I most definitely am banged up, to say the least...I don't think I've ever felt worse in my entire life than I do right now. My ribs are completely smashed to hell...as is my skull. And my arm feels like it's gonna fall off at any moment.
But I will definitely heal, even if it takes quite awhile. That end result is still on the horizon. I am determined to get back on my feet, and show the BH that I am not as weak as they seemingly think I am.

They took it upon themselves to label me a turncoat, and a traitor, simply for leaving the island to be with the one I care about most. I did nothing to warrant the title, save for leave, and so now I figure, why not do something to make the label truthful? The question is...what, exactly?

I know I can't go anywhere near Xavier's...the moment I set foot near the place I'd probably get my head blasted off by some sort of bizarre plasma ray or something. Who knows what wacky devices those loonies have set up as defense systems for their school? Heh. Anyhow, I suppose I had better find someplace to live...otherwise I would end up right back where I started...living in Central Park and having to fend for myself.

I will give the BH one thing...when I was there, I was treated much better than any other time in my life...up until recently, of course. Heh. But still...it seemed everyone there stuck together, and I still have a grudging admiration for that fact.

Even if I hope every single one of those bastards dies in a bizarre gardening accident. Points if you get the movie reference I just used.

Anyhow, I'm starting to get pretty tired from all this writing, so I think I'll stop here and pick this up whenever I feel like it. Yay.

Latah...

- Brendan aka Poltergeist

Leaving...(Brendan's Journal thingey)

2005-09-08T20:19:42Z

Well, this has most definitely been an interesting last couple of days, and an interesting turn of events, to say the least...

I woke up a couple of days ago to find a note from Bella, explaining that she was leaving for the mainland, and that she wanted myself and a few others to come with her. Upon getting over my initial surprise, my decision was made relatively quickly.

I swore loyalty to the Brotherhood, yes, but even before that I had given my loyalty first to Sabella. One only has to take a look at the marks on my neck for proof of that.
She was the one who took me in when I had no place to go, and treated me like I wasn't just some punk from the gutter she found wandering the streets. She made me feel useful, like I could actually do something productive with my life...that I could use my abilities to help the cause of misunderstood mutants everywhere.
For that, she will always have my loyalty and friendship, whether my life is at risk or not because of it. It definitely goes far beyond simple life and death.

Also, there was something else that influenced my decision to leave the island and the only real friends I ever had (it's now like I'd like to apologize to Padraig, Raidha, Chrome, and the rest of those I spent my time with on the island...guys, I'm sorry, but this is something I had to do.) Her name is Averillix.

I feel that now I am no longer obligated to follow the rules of the island, I can now freely search out my best friend, and we can possibly continue the relationship that we had started a few years back. I know that there will be many risks involved, so I assume that we will have to keep this a secret...but again, this is something that I am willing to risk my life for. I only hope that she still feels the same way, and hasn't found someone else in the shattered pieces of our breakup about a month back.

Now I find myself sitting in the city of New York, someplace I never thought I would ever be again, save for the occasional day trip. My future here is uncertain, but I do know one thing...my trust is in Bella, and whatever she thinks is best, I will do without question.

So...here's to the start of a very interesting future...

- Brendan Schaefer

xmm_brendan @ 2005-09-01T12:59:00

2005-09-01T18:00:16Z

Okay, okay, FINE.

I've finally given in, too.

If there are any questions anyone wants to ask me (and I doubt it), feel free. :) I'll try to answer them as best I can.

Fwee.

Brendan and Raidha, not acting very Brotherhood-ish...more like sixth-grader-ish.

2005-08-13T17:59:07Z

<> The Island Headquarters
Some distance off the East Coast near New York, concealed from radar by endless amounts of cloaking devices, there lies the Island of the Brotherhood. Although relatively small, the Headquarters that are stationed here are highly technologically advanced in those buildings up there. The island itself rises high on one side out of the water, its craggy edges sheer cliffs into the ocean which breaks on their brine-coated bases. The other sides slope down a little, and are provided with ample vegetation and signs of wildlife, to a close eye. It's far too difficult to get too close to this island, however, from a regular boat with the dangerous rocks that crowd on most of its sides.
[Exits : [T]ake a [F]light (OOC), and [T]he [C]liffs ]
[Players : Raidha ]

Almost knee deep in the water, Raidha leans down - splashing a little and shaking out her hands. She looks out towards the horizon - the sun not yet having vanished over the water. She's dressed in normal clothes, as normal as they can be considered anyway - but Raidha doesn't seem to mind that the water has pretty much soaked her jeans. After a long moment of just staring out into the abyss - she does start to fade out of her serine sky-blue, her skin melding into a healthy tan color, her hair blackish-brown, and her eyes their natural jade.

Brendan had gone out a short time earlier and had been walking on the beach by himself...apparently there was a lot of things he had to think about, and he thought it best that he be away from everyone else while doing the thinking. As he begins to approach the compound once again, he spots a figure standing there in the water. As she changes her skin colors, he recognizes her immediately. "Hey," he calls out with a nod in her direction. "Why is it that we always seem to run into each other in strange situations like this?" He chuckles, his hands shoved in his jeans pockets. He had thrown on a t-shirt with the band name 'Pink Floyd' printed on the front in yellow letters, with the familiar Dark Side of the Moon triangle/prism/rainbow beneath. He had decided to go hatless as well...

Raidha turns, batting her eyes as she throws an almost lazy-gaze over Brendan, smiling as she immediatly is washed over with red. "Hey... ...What do you mean...?" She narrows her eyes, giggling softly. She doesn't move from where she stands in the water, tilting her head a little.

Brendan gives a shrug of his shoulders. "Well...it seems like every time I've seen you lately, the both of us have been either brooding about something or someone, or just sorta staring off into the sky and thinking about things." He grins as he walks slightly closer. "Hey, so we're introspective. That's a good trait, right? It means we take time out to think about our problems, and we usually don't rush into things without thinking about them long and hard." He pauses for a moment, then nods..."Usually."

Raidha grins, giggling and raising her eyebrows - hooking her thumbs in the front belt-loops of her jeans and leaning into them. "Usually." She confirms quietly, smiling. She turns to peak at the ocean (good - still there), motioning towards it with her shoulder, "I was looking at the ocean - like... no thinkin' going on here, I swear." She bites her bottom lip a little, laughing sheepishly and rolling her eyes.

Brendan laughs, "Well come on, you can't say that while looking at the ocean, there weren't thoughts going through your head? Something as awe-inspiring and majestic as the ocean has to at least make you stop and think about -something-, doesn't it?" Brendan smiles as his eyes turn to peer out at the horizon as well. "It's funny...sometimes when I see things like that..." he nods towards the horizon and the sunset..."...I just don't feel as angry and stressed out as I usually do, y'know? I think nature is the best stress reliever there is, heh. And there's nothing to buy or anything like that." He steps out of his shoes, then wades into the water up to his ankles.

Raidha looks back out towards the water, shaking her head a little bit, "I don't know... I think the ocean can be /quite/ stressful..." She shrugs, looking back to him and rolling her eyes, "Okay. I was like... thinking about the stupid battle. I can't find Lillianne like anywhere. And I can't talk to Chrome about it... and Lu... just... absolutely dispises me in every way." She smiles sweetly, looking back out to the ocean.

Brendan hmms. "Well then, I guess that's a problem then, huh?" he chuckles. "Well, if anything it might help you out in the long run. Y'know, with the whole 'unpredictability of life' thing. Who knows? In the future, if there ever is a situation, something could happen to your teammates and you would have to figure things out for yourself, right?" He shrugs, his eyes still fixed on the horizon. "As far as Lu goes, who cares if he despises you? That's -his- problem, not yours. If he can't put aside personal differences for the better of your team, well then...to hell with him. He'll one day find himself in a situation where he'll need you guys, and you conveniently won't be there."

"I shouldn't be talking to you about this - stop listening - You heard nothing." She cherps - glaring at him a little and pouting as she bends and slaps a hand across the water, splashing him and giggling.

Brendan pauses, an amusing and quizzical expression crossing his face for a few moments as he turns to peer at Raidha. "...huh? What'd you say?" He blinks..."I have -no- idea what you're talking about. Y'know, I -thought- I heard someone talking, but I wasn't sure..." he grins slyly, giving her a quick wink before he laughs. "Seriously though, I won't say a word, my lips are sealed. Promise." He takes a step back as he is splashed..."Heyyy!" He just stares at her incredulously for a moment or two, before his eyes narrow. "Oh -yeah-? You think you're so slick, huh? Well take THAT!" He reaches down and aims a light splash at her in return...

She lets out a playful girly scream before the giggling comenses, hopping back a little to play at trying to avoid it - creating a slightly larger splash just from moving abruptly in the water. "Brendan!" She screeches, as if shocked that he would do such a thing. She moves to splash him again, giggling.

Brendan laughs, "What? You started it! Don't give me that whole 'girls can't be splashed' thing, cause it's a bunch of bull. C'mere..." He takes a few steps towards her, splashing water as he goes, then he aims another light splash at her, even as he is bombarded with Raidha splashes at the same time. He doesn't seem to mind getting completely soaked...he loves swimming, anyhow, except for the fact that he has normal clothes on. Ah well, it's just water, right? "You are -so- going to pay for getting my favorite t-shirt all wet!" he teases...

Raidha giggles - moving away from him, screaming as she trips over herself and falls onto her back into the water. She leaps back up almost immdiatly, however, gasping as she does so - her hair slipping out of the buns she's become so fond of, falling back down past her shoulders. She grins to him, "This is /my/ favorite shirt!" She squeals in an attempt to be intimidating, leaping up at him to try and tackle him into the water.

Brendan pauses to point and laugh at Raidha as she ends up tripping and falling into the water. "Ah hah! Your balance -sucks-, y'know that?" By now he himself is pretty damp, but not completely soaked yet. He folds his arms, "I'll let you just sit there and think about what you did for awhile before I....gah!" His eyes go wide as he is suddenly lept upon and tackled, and he tumbles backwards into the water, making a relatively large splash as he lands. -Now- he's soaked. ;) He comes up spitting water, reaching up to clear the water from his eyes, all the while trying to turn the tables on his assailant by tugging her down with him. "Ha HAH! Eat...water...you fiend!" Hey, it's the best he could come up with on such short notice! XD

Raidha giggles, easily falling down with him - almost onto him. She comes up though, pealing her hair from her face as she spits out water. "You fiend?" She repeats teasingly, grinning and giggling more, splashing him a little - just sitting in the water and shaking her head at him.

Brendan erks as he is almost landed upon, sitting there in the water as he smirks in her direction good humoredly. "Hey, it was the first thing that popped into my head, okay? Not like I go around saying 'fiend' in normal conversations. We'll just let Chrome handle those kind of words, okay?" He grins, returning the splashing lightly. He reaches up with a hand and slicks the water out of his hair, before he pauses in his splashing to look around. "Heh. We're presently sitting in the ocean in our normal clothes, completely soaked and having a splash fight. Who'd have figured the day would end up this way, eh?" He laughs...before sending a new flurry of splashes at Raidha. "NOT ME!!! HAHAHAHA! EAT IT!"

She'd have been prepared for another round had Brendan not mentioned Chrome. She eeps, rushing foreward to try and grab his hands to stop him from splashing her. "You jerk!" She screams, giggling as she struggles. This would probably be cuter if she weren't unnecessarilly strong from this life of constant physical training...

Brendan was actually about to stop anyhow. He gasps, "Jerk? I am soooo offended right now...." he chuckles. When Raidha grabs his hands, he winces just slightly at her obvious strength. "Owch! Geez, woman, have you been drinking health shakes in the morning or something?" he jokes. "Again I tell you, remind me not to ever piss you off or anything. You could crush a watermelon with those hands of steel!" He grins down at her, raising his eyebrows. "OK fine, I promise I won't splash you anymore, even if you did start it..."

Raidha laughs, grinning and raising her eyebrows - not letting go, "Why should I trust you?" She asks, amused, panting. It is a little hard to keep her grip, however - what with being totally drenched.

Brendan grins. "Why should you trust me? Well...it's simple. When have I ever given you a reason -not- to trust me? Eh? Ehhhhh?" He manages to get his hands free, though he actually -doesn't- go back to the splashing...he just sorta swishes them back and forth in the water at his sides. "See? I'm trustworthy!" Brendan glances back over his shoulder for a moment just to make sure there were no senior members who had snuck up on them and were watching the display. How wonderful would that be if Magneto saw two of his recruits having a splash war? ;) Eventually, he turns his eyes back to Raidha and gives her his best innocent grin.

Raidha giggles, moving to stand up, glancing down at herself. "Ugh..." She throws a playful glare towards Brendan, rolling her eyes a little bit, pushing her wet hair behind her ears.

Brendan stands up as well, all drippy and soaking wet n'stuff, and he peers down at himself, his arms lifting. "Well, looks like I'm gonna have to hit the shower at some point soon, eh? Seems kinda ironic that I've have to shower after being splashed with water, but who knows what's been falling in this stuff..." Brendan chuckles at the glare thrown his way, and he begins to slosh towards the shore. "Hey, don't -even- give me that evil look. Like I said, -you- started it, missy..." he replies with a grin. "You didn't expect retaliation?"

Raidha puts her hands on her hips, trudging towards the island as well, "I didn't expect you to have the /balls/ to retaliate." She coos, "I'll have you know I'm /very/ scary/." She pouts, "Oh god..." She icks, holding her now tangled wet hair in front of her face so she can inspect it before tossing it away from her. "Salt water is stupid." She assesses, pealing the tank-top away from her and saking it out a little, letting it go so it can just return to clinging to her. She catches up to him, eyeing and muttering, "You're the one who provoked me..."

Brendan raises his eyebrows, "Oh, believe me, there are a few things about me that you don't know, the least of which is the fact that I definitely do have -balls-..." he snickers. "C'mon, give me a bit more credit than that, heh." He laughs as she pulls her hair out of her face, "See, that's why I don't have long hair, I don't have to worry about stuff like that. I figure I might as well keep it as low-maintinence as possible, so it's one less thing I have to worry about." As she catches up to him, he peers over at her. "Oh, I did, did I? How exactly did I do that? Was it my mere presence that intimidated you?" he laughs, giving her a light nudge with his shoulder.

Raidha grins, "More like your mere presence that made me want to put you out of your misery." She sticks out her tongue, "Boys don't need long hair - it's different." She rolls her eyes, "You don't at least have to give a /slight/ effort to be pretty." Imply that she doesn't give much of an effort, which she doesn't - it's true. "I'm like... going to go shower... and /study/..." She rolls her eyes once more, pushing him gently on the shoulder before quickening her pace towards the courtyard, jogging a little and then breaking into a sprint.

Brendan snerks, "Ohh, you're sooo lucky that we're going back to the compound. I would have totally drowned you back there for that one," he jokes, walking alongside Raidha as they head back towards the compound. "-Study-? Blech, what in the heck for?" She doesn't give an answer, however, as she has just taken off in a sprint towards the base. "Hey, waitasecond!" He eventually begins to sprint right behind her, kicking up sand as he goes. "Nofair, you had a head start!"

Raidha giggles, slowing to run with him, "Study to be better." She explains - hardly well enough for anyone to really interpret it. She reaches out to play slap his stomach - speeding up a little - doing her best to /win/ whatever it is this... is...

Brendan of course isn't quite sure what she means. "Better at what?" He erks as his stomach is slapped, and as she takes off again, he groans. "Darnit, why are you making me run so much? Get back here!" He chuckles, shaking his head for a moment as he too picks up his speed, trying to catch up with her again. And, if this has turned into some type of contest, to maybe try and pass her even.

Raidha slowls to a walk once she's made it to the Courtyard, giggling and turning back to check on him, raising her eyebrows, "/Everything/..." She answers, grinning and running her hands through her hair, shaking it out. "And I'm not making you do anything..." She adds, glancing him down and up, smirking.

Brendan actually wasn't too far behind Raidha, so once she slows down he ends up almost plowing right into her. He skids to a stop and almost lands on his face, but manages to catch his balance. "Whoa! Sorry bout that. heh. Everything, eh? Well, I guess that doesn't leave very much out, does it? You'll have all the bases covered." He grins, then nods his head. "Oh yes, you are...you made me run to try and keep up with you!" he chuckles. "You know I can't let you beat me in a race, I would never heard the end of it, y'know..." He folds his arms, looking her up and down as well.

Raidha folds her arms, mimicing him, "Oh pshhh." She winks, "It'd be like... our little secret." She smirks, saying in a teasing breathy voice, "I know /I'd/ want it to be a secret if I ever let you win..." Of course, he'd never win on his own.

Brendan hmms. "Oh, really? Well then, we may just have to do something about this sometime, then...maybe have a race or something to see who would win. And then the loser has to hear it from the winner every day for a month..." he grins, most likely joking. He reaches out to give her a very light and playful poke. "Better watch it, or I will start to poke you. It's definitely evil and annoying, and something not at all pleasant..." he grins.

Raidha pouts, rubbing her arm as if the poke had done some serious damage, "Owe..." She whines, batting her lashes and pushing out her bottom lip, gulping. "...butthead..." She comments, glancing him down and up, forcing down a smile with a cute frown. "Watch out..." She wags her finger at him, "Lu Xu had that kind of thing in mind and look at how that turned out.." She sticks out her tongue, wiggling her nose. With that she reaches to poke him back.
Rai does her best to jump out of his reach right after.

Brendan smirks as Raidha rubs her arm, knowing she's just joking yet playing along. "Oh come on, you wussy, that wasn't that hard and you know it. You're just trying to draw sympathy...." He gasps. "And did you just call me butthead? Jeez...well fine, you...you, um... turd burglar..." Oh, that's real mature. But hey, it's been a relatively immature evening so far anyways, so why not just continue the trend? ;) He ows! as he is poked back, trying to return the poke but she just so happens to hop out of the way in time. Taking another couple steps toward her, he tries another poke as he gets closer. "Hey, come back here and feel the wrath of the evil Pokey guy! Poke poke...poke poke poke...! You cannot escape..."

Raidha giggles, "Um /Ew/." She rolls her eyes, hopping away from him and letting out little cute screams as she tries to dodge his pokes, backing into the fountain with enough speed to force her into sitting.

Brendan grins. "Oh, trust me, I can totally outgross you with strange words...I was the master back in high school." As she screams, he snickers. "What's the matter, can't take it anymore? Hmmm? Can't stand the vicious flurry of pokes?" As he backs her into the fountain and she sits down, he retreats just slightly. "Hah. I win." He sticks his tongue out at her, actually feeling in a much better mood than he did before running into Raidha. Nothing like a bit of immaturity to cheer someone up. ;)

Raidha grins a little, "No - it's intermission." She runs up her chin a little, "I never went to highschool - you're damaging my fragile mind by exposing me to such things.." She shakes her head, placing a palm to her chest and sighing.

Brendan ahs, nodding. "Intermission, eh? Well fine...but I see no place to buy popcorn and other various fattening snack foods." He laughs..."Oh, I'm damaging your fragile mind, am I? Well that's pretty bad if talking about school damages your mind yet going through all the crap we've gone through here so far hasn't done a thing..." He folds his arms again as she sighs. "You better not do that too often, you might make he start to have a bit of sympathy for you. Then all the poking and the splashing won't be quite as fun..."

Raidha sighs again, glancing away dramatically and looking up to the sky, "Woe is me..." She smirks, slowly standing, leaning foreward and poking him before she hops away, giggling. "I win!" She finally does /actually/ run away though, into the dorms.

Brendan sighs, rolling his eyes for a moment as he is poked, and as Raidha flees into the dorms, he turns and follows. "Heeeey, get back here you evil woman!" he calls out as he trails her....

Brendan/Averillix RP...the conclusion. :)

2005-06-29T18:56:16Z

This is the second part of Ave and Brendan's RP from yesterday. :) It's kinda sad, in a completely mushy way. But hey, it was fun. ;) Hehe.

Brendan's smirk never leaves his face, his back still turned as the guy swings his fist at him. Almost looking bored with the whole thing, Brendan's form quickly flickers and fades out, his form turning that translucent blue shade again. The guy's fist flies right through him, and he stumbles forward...it was as if he had swung at air. Reforming quickly, Brendan grabs the guy by the back of his hair and yanks him upwards so that he can whisper near his ear..."Mistake number one..." he replies..."You were born without a sense of humor." He then slams the guy downwards so that his head hits the table, knocking him silly. Brendan then yanks him up again, the guys' eyes all googly..."Mistake number two...you insulted my best friend for no apparent reason..." He slams him down again with a loud thud...then pulls him back up. "And mistake number three...you threw the first punch." His arm turning translucent, it goes through the middle of the guy as Brendan punches him, then reforms as he pulls it back out...needless to say, the guy screams rather loudly as the sound of cracking ribs is heard. ;) Eventually, Brendan lets the guy go, and he falls to the flood in a whimpering heap. As a couple patrons scramble around, shouting 'someone call an ambulance!', Brendan nonchalantly straightens his hat, then walks toward the door. "Check, please..." he calls out to the waiter, before stepping outside to where Ave is. "Ave? You out here?" he asks, his tone sympathetic...

"Oui. I am over here." She's still leaning against the wall, but Averillix's hands are quickly and hastily wiping at her lower lids, the girl seemingly trying to get her eyes to a sort of normalish green; instead, they seem to flicker between that color, and silver. She peers over to the door and, seeing Brendan, she smiles faintly. "You are okay, no?"

Brendan walks up to Ave, grinning faintly as he hears the commotion continuing on inside..."Oh yeah, I'm fine...not a scratch on me." He smiles for a moment, then it fades as he sees that she seems to be very upset. "Look, Ave, what that guy said...none of it is true. He was just an ass...unfortunately, there are too many people out there that are like that...it's one of the reasons why I dislike people so much. They don't -think- before they open their big mouths. Heh, I doubt that guy will be saying anything for awhile..." he chuckles dryly. "Don't let what he said get to you, alright? You're a sweet girl, and you don't deserve that kind of treatment." He reaches out and pats her on the shoulder, offering her a warm smile. "Your nationality has nothing to do with anything...actually, I think your accent is cute..." he grins, blushing slightly. There he goes again.

Averillix nods gently, being able to at least stabilize her eye color to a sort of muddy green. "It is just, it is not the first time that has been said to me. And you did not have to fight him for me," she adds, peering up at him. "Do not get in trouble just for me to be okay, okay?" She frowns deeply. "I do not want to not be able to see you again."

Brendan chuckles, shaking his head, "Hey, he didn't give me a choice. I knew you wouldn't want me to fight, but he swung at me first...so I figured I'd teach him a lesson. As you can hear, I think the lesson was taught..." he grins. "And so what if it isn't the first time you heard that...who are you going to believe, some idiots, or me?" He winks. As she mentions not being able to see him again, he frowns slightly, himself. He knew this would end up being a problem if he ever ran into anyone he knew over here. "Ave..." he sighs. "If it was up to me, I would stay here as much as I possibly could. But...it isn't up to me, and I'll have to probably leave here tomorrow. I'm not sure when I would be back...it may be awhile again. The school I am attending is very strict in things like that...it's quite far away...but that's all I can really say." He takes off his hat again, and places it back on Ave's head, trying to smile. "But that's tomorrow. I'm here right now, right?" he shrugs. "Here..." he reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a cellphone. He hands it to her. "My number is automatically on there. If you ever need to talk, feel free to give me a call. I figure it's better than completely losing contact altogether, right?"

Averillix smiles some. "I guess, no, then," she sighs. She tries to keep on the little mask of happiness, but it's not so much of an effort as Brendan puts his hat on her head. It sank a little far down, and she giggles, placing her hands on the bill and lifting it up some. There it is: the full smile. The young woman watches as he digs for the cellphone, and as he hands it to her, she tilts her head; when its purpose is explained, she gives a nod, and laugh. "Right!"

Brendan's smile brightens as well as he sees that he apparently has cheered her up...her genuine smile is a good indication. "And like I said, you can keep the hat." He chuckles, "Want me to autograph it for you, too?" he jokes, giving her a playful poke in the side. "Anyway, I'm not usually busy so feel free to call me anytime. If I am busy, I can still try to make time to talk to you. I dunno what my teachers will think of this, but I don't care." He smiles again...it seems like he does a lot of that when he's talking to her. "So do you feel better now?"

Averillix shifts the phone in her left hand, running her fingers along the side and back. Her right hand's busy adjusting the bill of the cap, and she giggles as she's poked. "I do not have a marker pen for you to sign it with anyway. But I will call you," she adds, looking down at the phone. Aww. All shy again. And she nods several times. "But yes. I feel a lot better, now."

Brendan nods his head, "Good, because I'll be expecting your calls..." he grins. "And like I said earlier, you look way cuter than I do in that hat...even if it's a tad too big." he laughs. "But it's not my fault I have a huge head..." He notices her getting shy again, "You know...you sure like to look down at the ground a lot, don't you? I'm sure you can tell me every detail about where we're standing at the moment...." he chuckles, teasing her. "Hey, I think it'd be a good idea if we kinda got out of here before the authorities get here..." he grins..."Got anyplace in mind you wanna go? Anything is fine with me...."

Averillix shifts some, and then she peers up at Brendan. "It is not because I do not like your eyes or anything!" she stammers quickly. "They are cool. Like, super really cool. Well, no..." She pauses as she senses herself about to slip into French, and then she gives a tinier, sheepish smile. "I just realized that I was being rude, for staring," she covers herself. She presses her lips together gently, thinking as she peers at him, eyes glowing softly. "Somewhere... green?"
Brendan doesn't remember mentioning anything about his eyes, and so an amused expression crosses his face as he watches Ave stammer as she tries to think of what exactly she wants to say. "No, no, that's alright..." he chuckles. "I didn't notice you staring, and even if you were that's alright too...because I've never been stared at before. So it's good for my ego..." he grins, reaching over and tweaking the bill of her new cap, gently tugging it down over her eyes. "Somewhere green is good, heh...this -is- New York though, so good luck in finding a place aside from Central Park. Heh." He then remembers that he isn't supposed to go anywhere without Sabella being there to watch him. "There is one thing, though. Eh, Sabella has to kinda watch me...it's sorta a policy that the place I go to school has. We can't be unsupervised. So she'll be tagging along..." he glances up, seeing her standing at the door of the coffeeshop. He smiles and nods to her, before looking back to Ave. "That ok with you?"
"Hey!" Averillix grins, reaching up and pulling the hat from over her eyes. The bit about Sabella, though, she nods slightly to, peering around the corner at the cafe. She gives a little wave with her fingers. "Allo." Her shoulders then rise up and down with a shrug, and she places her hands into her back pockets. "Dis, it is okay with me."

Brendan chuckles as Ave turns and waves to Sabella, and Sabella simply smiles in return at her. Who knows what she is thinking. ;) "Oh, and there's something else I forgot to mention...if you can keep the phone I gave you hidden, and not let anyone know that you have it, that would be a good thing." He can't really say anything else about it, and he shrugs in return. "Alright, good...let's go." He offers his arm to Ave, smiling to her warmly. "Shall we?" Boy, isn't he Mr Polite all of a sudden? ;)

Averillix's brows knit together, but she gives another little grin; she loops her arms in his, then shakes her head. "It is just a cell phone, but okaay," she says, giving a long, drawn out mock of a sigh. She likes Mr. Polite. :D Or Mr. Rude to Humans. Still Brendan, either way.

And so, with the little details of life having been talked about at the park, and a whooole lot of updating for Mr. Lives-on-Island, Averillix had suggested coming back to somewhere /near/ the bar. Not neccessarily in it, but still. She's currently, however, busy trying to wrestle his hand from him, giggling brightly into the still busy New York night. "It is not going to /kill/ you if you let me hold it for, like, two seconds," she insists, teasing him outright.

Brendan had just probably had one of the most fun evenings he has ever had, and it basically just involved talking about lots of stuff. Usually to him, talking to others wasn't high on his list of enjoyable things to do, but with Ave, everything just seemed totally different. He probably could have spent the rest of the night there in the park, chatting about this and that (though he never mentioned anything about the BH, remembering that he isn't supposed to), and generallly just enjoying himself in Ave's company. As the two walk back towards the Sanctuary, the situation there had been cleared up by now and things were back to normal. He playfully keeps on moving his hand out of the way as Ave tries to grab it..."Nope! Try to get it now...ooops! Missed again! You gotta be faster than that..." he grins. Finally, he lets her take his hand, feeling himself blushing as she does so. "Well...I guess I have to be going..." He sees Sabella there waiting for him, and he gives her a look as if to say 'gimmie a few minutes'...and she nods her head to him with a grin. "It's been awesome seeing you again, Averillix..." He turns to look at her, not really quite sure what else to say...he was never good at these sort of things.
Averillix giggles as her attempts turn out in vain, but the last one's a solid connect, and she squeezes his hand gently. There's an inner fight going on within her right now, shown by the different shades of her eyes, though her smiles remains on her lips. At last, though, she gives a little sigh, nodding and peering up into the eyes which are so much like hers, but sapphires compared to emeralds. "I will call you, when I can," she says softly. Dun cry, Avex! Be strong!!

Brendan reaches down to take Ave's other hand in his, and he holds them both, squeezing lightly in return as he smiles warmly down at her. He seems pretty reluctant to leave, himself, though he knows that if he doesn't go back, very bad things would happen to him...and possibly Ave. He tries to remember 'The Cause' above everything else...obviously he felt strongly about it, otherwise he never would have searched out Sabella in the first place. He just looks down at her for a few long moments, his eyes connecting with hers, and he squeezes her hands. "And I will answer when you call," He replies. "You take care of yourself, Ave...don't let anyone ever tell you you can't do something. Remember, it's all in your head. If someone tries to put you down, simply walk over and stomp on their foot as hard as you can, to let em know you won't take their crap." He grins. "Sometimes you gotta show the world that you won't take things lying down, y'know?"

Averillix nods, slowly, with each reassurance. Her thumbs rub along the backs of his hands, and, as her eyes are about to get lighter, they quickly plunge to a dark green at the foot stomping part. Gentle, nice, docile Averillix? Right... But she'd remember it. She peers over at Sabella after another moment's silence, then turns back to Brendan, speaking just as softly as she had before. "It's okay to hug with you, no...?" Her head tilts slightly to one side.
Brendan simply stands there, holding her hands in his and looking down into her eyes for awhile. A light smile touches his face, and he seems to have lost his train of thought...he isn't sure exactly how long he stands there looking down at her. Finally, her words shake him out of his daze, and he blinks, nodding with a chuckle..."Oh, er...yeah...sure...why not?" he replies to her request for a hug. "And I know what you're thinking...you don't think you'd be able to actually hit anyone, right? Well...you'd be surprised at what you can do when you really think about it. And sometimes, people really need a good foot stomping to wake them up out of the haze of stupidity they are in." 'The whole human race needs it, actually...' he says inside his head, but he doesn't say it aloud.
Averillix giggles softly, shaking her head, the dark green tips swaying from side to side. "Right, right. If I /have/ to, then maybe." She lets go of one of his hands, wrapping that arm around him, before allowing the other to join it. At least Brendan wasn't -too- much taller than her. It'd make things a lot more awkward than they already sort of were. She sighs, though, squeezing him gently. "Come back soon, okay? Do not make it another whole year." She's grinning as she says this, yes.

Brendan laughs, and nods his head. "Hopefully you won't have to, but if you do, don't be afraid to." As she slips her arms around him in a hug, his arms return the gesture, squeezing her firmly in return...he holds the hug for as long as he can, not remembering the last time he had actually liked hugging someone that much. "I promise, I will come back the next time I get the opportunity to, trust me." He finally pulls away from her, though he slips his hands into hers again and squeezes them, a bittersweet smile upon his face, his eyes reflecting his reluctance to leave. He turns and nods to Sabella, letting her know that he is coming. Leaning down, Brendan gives her a light kiss in the middle of her forehead, which she probably isn't expecting...and he isn't sure where it came from, either. "Be well, Ave...your plants are counting on you," he teases, winking.

White, go her eyes, and Averillix smiles up at Brendan, adjusting the cap some after that little affection-thing passes. "I will." Realizing, though, that if one of them -doesn't- eventually let go, she takes a few steps backward, until the tips of her fingers slip from his. She then sticks them into her back pockets, returning that smile. "See you soon?" she grins.

Brendan nods his head, "Sure thing, babe..." he teases, his own hands going into his pockets as he slowly backs away from her, though he keeps his eyes on her as he goes..."Take care of yourself..." As he reaches Sabella, he turns and begins to follow her back in the direction of the boat. Before disappearing around the corner of the building, Brendan glances back over his shoulder and smiles at Ave, raising a hand to wave and give her a thumbs up, before he is gone...

Averillix waves back. After Brendan is gone from sight, though, she continues standing there, giving a soft sigh, then turns. Long walk to the subway, and lots to think about.

Brendan/Averillix RP (cont from Sabella's log)

2005-06-28T17:25:39Z

Averillix nods lightly. Her hands are being wrung like a wet towel at the moment, trying to keep that very big impulse to hug the guy on its leash. Instead, she stops the hand abuse and instead runs the fingers through her hair, then to play with and look down at the dark tips of them before she looks up at Brendan. Funny. She got shy with people she knew, but yammered at total strangers for /hours/. "I am just out here, enjoying New York. I graduated last year, remember?" Yes? Please? She was semi-sort of important to remember, right?

Sabella notices the look for help and chuckles softly glancing up towards Averillix. "Hello darling. Since Brendan here hasn't yet seen fit to introduce us, I'm Sabella. Why don't you have a seat?" She gestures to the empty seat next to Brendan before leaning back in her chair and taking a long pull from her glass, letting Brendan babble his questions out. Hey! This make cute girl with green hair number two that Sabella knows of. The hand ringing and such seems to amuse Bella to no end, though she doesn't say anything about it, simply letting the two talk and catch up.

Brendan seems to have gotten shy as well as he peers at Ave, doing a bit of nervous drumming on the table with his hands as she speaks. He thinks about her question for a moment...of course he remembers, she was basically the only good friend that he had at the time. He nods his head, "Yes, I remember. I don't remember if I ever really said congratulations...heh. A lot of things have happened in a short period of time, and I'm sure I've left behind more than a few loose ends." He offers a shy smile to Ave, hoping that she takes the offered seat. "Oh yeah, sorry bout that. Like she said, this is Sabella..." he nods towards here. "She's sorta a...er...teacher...of mine. Where I now go to, er...school." Yeah, that's it. One supposes it is a school of sorts, right? ;) "Anyway, you, er...you look great still! How's life been for you?" He looks to Sabella again, as if asking how he's doing so far, before looking back to Ave.

Averillix smiles to Sabella, a little more comfortably when it's noted that she's his -teacher-. Not his girlfriend. C'est tres bien! "I am Averillix Montague. It is nice to meet you." Yep, and still with the same broken-ish English. She pulls out the seat for herself (Bad Brendan!), and, placing her hands first on the table, and then on her lap, she peers at him, silent for a moment, and then she grins again. "I am so glad for you, though, that you now have a school-home. Are you in the graduate school?" Yes, she had chosen to opt out of the whole college deal, and she only belatedly answers his questions. "But, I am doing good. I am a gardener and botanist at the Xavier's. The plants there talk A /lot/."

Sabella presses her forefinger and thumb to the bridge of her nose and shakes her head. "Do you think perhaps we could go with mentor, or 'you're insperation' rather than teacher? It makes me sound so old and ... old." And she hates feeling her age. The lie about him going to a school earns a sad shake of the head before she pauses, one ear twitching at the mention of Xavier's. She shoots Brendan a glance that says very simple for him to tread carefully. "Xavier's? Have you been there for long?" Sabella asks, suddenly, though politely intruding on the conversation.

Brendan would have pulled the seat out for Ave, but he was too preoccupied with being totally nervous. After she sits, he blinks and realizes what he should have done...and he apologizes. "Oh, I'm sorry...I didn't even...gah, I'm an idiot..." he chuckles, shaking his head slowly. "But, um...yeah. Yeah, it's sorta like a school-home, I suppose. It's sorta hard to describe exactly what it is, so we'll just stick with that." He catches Sabella's glance, and he does realize that he has to be very careful about what he says, and he is trying. "Yeah, it's keeping me busy though, that's for sure. And I've been learning a lot lately." He nods his head slowly as she explains where she is presently working now, looking to Sabella a moment for her reaction. As she asks Ave a question, he adds in a..."So can I get you something to drink, Ave?" He offers a smile, the whole situation making him feel light-headed. "It's -really- nice to see you again...I figured we'd lose touch for good after I left the Park..."

Averillix laughs at Sabella's words, and she shakes her head lightly, though she's still looking at Brendan - his profile at least. "Our teachers there are sometimes very stuffy, and very boring. Like Professor Summers. The older one," she adds, making a face. Her eyes turn back to their normal level of green, and she finally looks to Sabella, wiggling her hand. "Maybe... a year and a half? I went there, half of one year, for school." Brendan's question only gets a sidelong look, and she grins. "If you are to be letting me -pay- for it, then yes" Shifting again; wow, this socializing with people was hard, sometimes. "But it makes very, very happy to see you again, too."

Sabella chokes on her coffee at the mention of 'Professor Summers being stuffy and boring'. And she really can't fight the grin so she tires to hide in behind her cup, murmuring something to herself about a bedroom and an animal but it's all very jumbled. "Oooh, then perhaps you know my son?" she asks with an arched brow. "He's generally with either Jean or Scott. Nate? He's still a baby so I'm pretty sure you'd know him if you've seen him." She states and smiles sweetly, hoping the knock the girl off her gaurd. And besides, she needs to draw the conversation away from the island in general.

Brendan grins at the 'teachers are boring' comment, and he nods his head in agreement. "Oh yeah. I know from my experience in high school that teachers aren't exactly the most entertaining species on the planet, heh..." He reaches up to take his hat off for a moment, rubbing a hand over his head before replacing the cap. "And I've heard the name Summers before..." he replies cryptically, but he leaves it at that. At her mention of paying for her drink, he laughs, shaking his head, "Oh, no, no, please...it's on me. Really. I haven't seen you in awhile, so it's the least I can do. It -is- really nice to see you again..." Apparently he can't seem to stress that enough. ;) He offers a smile to Ave, then falls silent as Sabella attempts to draw the attention away from the island by asking about her son. He lets her answer, simply sipping his drink and watching the two quietly.

Fwoosh. If she's quick enough, Averillix'll take the hat from Brendan, off his head and onto her own. She pulls the bill down over her eyes, and she peers up at Brendan from underneath it, her own eyes shining some. "No. I will pay for it." She giggles, the green glow darkening, and she continues her stupid teacher rant. "Scott is a - father?" She turns her head, quickly, to Sabella, taking her hands off the hat and tilting her head. "Uhm... No? I do not think so? I have not seen any babies at the house..."

Sabella watches the girlish way that Averi flirts and smiles to herself, sending Brendan another look. This one says 'she's cute, don't mess up'. "That he is, and Jean is a mother. Nate is our son. It's a long copmlicated story that involves me giving birth to Nate but he's actually, genetically Jean's. Like I said, complicated." She pushes back her chair and rises. "Well, I'm going to head over to that booth over there and talk to someone I just noticed was here. Brendan, I'll keep an ear out for you, just let me know when you're ready to go." And by keep an ear out she means that she'll be listening to every word he says and he'd best not stick his foot in his mouth or blab anything about the island. "I'll be over there. It was a pleasure to meet you darling."

Brendan heys! as Ave manages to steal his hat before he puts it back on his head, and he laughs, making a halfhearted grab for it to try and take it back, to no avail. "Oh, you think you're slick, do you...?" he smirks playfully. "Well fine, keep the hat. I have others anyway..." he teases. He's not too good at the whole flirting thing, either, but he gets points for trying. ;) He watches as Ave talks to Sab for a bit, smiling to himself. Finally, after Sab takes her leave, Brendan takes another sip of his drink. "Y'know, you probably look better in that hat than I do, anyway..." he replies, with a shrug. One might notice a couple of things about him that weren't there the last time he was here...for one, he seems to be a bit more reserved and cautious than he used to be...and another thing is of course, the spooky, ethereal blue glow that presently surrounds him. The light is still dim, yet it is noticeable if one is close. "So, um...Ave..." he attempts to think of what to say next...

"I do not think so; I just am sneaky." Her smile is wide, beaming, showing off the perfect pearl whites as she places her hands atop her head. Averillix, too, watches as Sabitha stands, and she gives a light little nod. Her eyes are slowly turning a paler green, a sign of obvious confusion at the woman's words, though she does turn back to Brendan. "I do not think I want to think about my teacher making babies," she says, almost snickering. Though, now that a little less pressure is gone, what with his teacher/mentor/whatnot gone, she relaxes some, letting a hand off the hat. "Really, I can? And no," she adds, blushing some, "I do not think that I do. It is a -boy- hat." As he stumbles though, she peers up at his eyes, like they're some kind of newfangled fishbowl. "Your eyes are different," she observes, her own eyecolor darkening, glowing more under the hat.

Brendan definitely notices when Ave smiles, just something else about her that he seems to really like. Who knows, maybe not seeing his friend for so long has made him view her in a different light...before, she was just a girl who liked to hang out in the Park and talk to trees...and now, there was something else. He can't figure out what exactly, though. He laughs softly, "Yeah, teachers shouldn't be allowed to breed...we don't need more boring people in the world," he jokes. "Plus it's just damn creepy to think about, too...haha..." He rubs a hand over his head again...a habit, it seems...and he nods his head at her question. "Heh...yeah, sure. Go ahead and keep it...maybe it can be a new look for you." He grins. "And so what if it's a boy hat? You still look good in it..." he laughs. "I wouldn't lie." He calls a waiter over, "Hey, man, can you get the lady here whatever she wants?" He glances to Ave again as she mentions his eyes, and he glances down, biting his lip a moment. "Er, yeeeah. So you noticed, huh?" he replies softly. "It's sorta, um...something to do with my, eh...abilities...or something. I just woke up one morning and was like 'whoa.'." He shrugs.

Averillix has always viewed Brendan a little different, but hey! She wasn't going to tell. Not with... well, that could be resolved. She twists the hat, putting it to one side, and pulls it down over her eye. "And a new accent, too, to go with it. Yo yo, G-unit." She tries to Brooklyn-ize her French accent, the result sounding rather silly indeed. "Or maybe, no." She giggles, looking over to the waiter. "Uhm... I want a root beer. Please," she adds, grinning some. Then she turns back to Brendan, peering at his eyes again. "What, do you not like them? I think they look very nice." Gawk, gawk, gawk. She'd always wondered why people were stupid and did it to hers, but look at the pot calling the kettle black. "Mine are changed in color, too, but I do not like it. I miss my silver eyes," she laments, sighing softly.
Averillix then leans back, tilting her head. "So, is it going to be a very long time, before I see you next again?"

Brendan sits there and watches with much amusement on his face as Ave twists the hat around and does her Brooklynite impression. He raises his eyebrows for a moment, then cannot help but bust out laughing. That was probably the funniest thing he's ever seen. ;) It takes him a few moments to compose himself, but every time he looks over at her he starts to laugh again. Taking a drink to calm himself down, he shakes his head slowly. "You are something else, you know that?" he grins. "I think you should stick with what you know for now...though I give you points for trying. Heh." He is quiet as she gives her order to the waiter, then as she brings up the whole eye thing again, he blushes visibly, something he never thought he'd do in front of anyone. Well, there goes his whole manly rep. If he had one in the first place. ;) "Heh, thanks. It took me a bit to get used to them, but I guess I have. Most of the time I just freak people out...y'know, with this whole 'looking like I just got out of a nuclear reaction glowing thing'..." He raises a hand and moves it slightly in the air, leaving behind a very slight trail behind it. "But your eyes? Heh...I think they're pretty. They match your hair very well..." He doesn't know! It was the first thing to pop into his head, give him a break XD

"But it looked /cooler/ the other way." Averillix gives a sigh, a huge mock one, and she straightens the hat, pulling it over her face and starting to pout some. Hee. She liked being able to make Brendan laugh. She'd done it alot, the times she'd seen him at Central Park, and what with the whole Brendan + humans = bad thing... She whines softly. "And so now, my hair clashes with my eyes, and nothing looks good on me." She doesn't mean it, obviously, but, as she sits up back straight, she looks away. Her eyes are lighter green - the only telltale sign of her blushing, since her skin's too dark for the blood to show. "But thanks. I think it is coming from the work I have been doing, with plants." And, to prove it, she points to one of the plants across the room, one of the dying but not dead ones. The edges of the leaves (and her eyes) start to glow a faint green color, and, instantly, it starts to healing. "See?"

Brendan chuckles, "Hey, if I somehow offended you or anything, I'm sorry...I've never been good at this whole 'complimenting girls' thing...you should know that, heh..." he jokes in return. "And hey, I've never seen anyone wear a hat over their face, so maybe you can start a new trend, eh? Whatta ya think?" He grins. "Personally, I think you're doing the world a big disservice though by hiding your face." Aww, isn't that sweet? ;) "There are way too many ugly people out there who should be doing that...definitely not you." His interest is then caught by Ave demonstrating her abilites, and he watches intently as her eyes begin to glow. As he plant begins to heal itself, he smiles. "Wow...so I bet you're a gardener's best friend, eh? That's still just as cool every time I see it, honestly. Heh..." He finishes his drink, pushing his glass to the side as his eyes return to Ave. "Wanna see what I can do now?" he asks, cryptically, his voice lowering...he's got a very eerie air about him at the moment.

There. Now he'd gone and done it. Giggling, blushing, and with eyes turning pale as she looks away from the plant, Averillix cocks a brow at Brendan. "Do you know what I think? You are lying about the complimenting girls thing." Probably shouldn't mess with the plants any much more though, she figures, and she leans back against her chair, peering up at Brendan with a quizzical glance. She tilts her head to one side, taking off the hat and placing it on the table before she finally nods. "Sure...?"

Brendan figures that he'll keep it relatively simple, and not do anything to harm anyone...he'll simply go back to playing pranks, like he always used to do. "Check this out..." he replies softly, turning his eyes toward a nearby table with a couple chatting patrons seated at it. Not rising from his chair, Brendan's form begins to slowly fade to a translucent blue for a few moments, the dim glow increasing...and then, he is gone. After a few moments' silence, Ave can hear 'what the hell?' from one of the patrons at the table. If she looks, she can see that all the cups and utensils and whatnot on the table are slowing sliding in a circle around the circumference of the table, right on the edge. They make a few rounds, before slowly coming to a stop once again. There is another few moments of silence, before the patron seated to the left begins to slowly slide backwards in his chair, the chair moving across the floor while the bewildered patron looks around wildly for the cause of the disturbance....eventually, the chair goes right out the door and into the alleyway, complete with patron still sitting in it...then the door slams shut XD A few minutes later, Brendan reappears in his chair, hardly a hair mussed on his head, as if nothing had happened....though there is a huge grin on his face.

Averillix blinks, several times at the disappearance, and she tilts her head before she watches the scene, silently. Her eyes widen, greatly, and she watches the scene with more and more incredulity. Did that just... And... The man going to the alley is the piece de resistance; when Brendan appears, she doesn't seem to notice; she's still just staaaaring.

By now, the bewildered guy in the alley has gotten up and opened the door again, stepping back inside and looking around the room for whoever might have done that. In a room full of mutants, it's hard telling, really....which is why Brendan did it. ;) Needless to say, the guy isn't happy, and he stalks back over to his table. "Who the hell is the smartass who just did that?" The guy growls, glaring again at whoever looks his way. Brendan simply laughs, half at what he had done, and half at Ave's slackjawed reaction. "What?" he asks her, his expression amusingly innocent. He thinks of something..."Oh yeah, by the way...I sometimes go by the name 'Poltergeist'." He grins, and winks. "But only to close friends and companions." By now, the guy notices Brendan laughing, and he makes his way over to him. "Hey, you...what, you think that's -funny- or something?" he smirks. "Well does it look like I'm laughin, a**shole?" Brendan's grin hardly changes...except to dissolve into an amused smirk instead. "Excuse me sir, but I'm with a lady here, so could you please go and sit down?" He snickers at his own joke, grinning at Ave.

Averillix jumps lightly, hearing Brendan next to her again, and she turns, making a face at him. "Do not scare me like that. Ghost boy," she adds, teasingly. She slaps (gently!) the cap back on top of his head, pulling the bill down over his eyes; as the former victim stalks over, though, Averillix turns to the man and, lidding those pretty green eyes of hers slightly, letting the color darken, she sighs. "American men are so rude. None of them seem to have respect for me." She pouts lightly; yes, Avey'd learned that she was moderately pretty, and, when in trouble, had been learning how to use that to her advantage. "It is because I am French, is it not..."

The guy looks at Ave for a few moments, just staring at her...her tactics don't seem to be working too well though, probably just because the guy is an ass. "Yeah, whatever, honey...why don't you go back to your stupid country and eat some fries or something...leave us honest Americans alone." Brendan raises his eyebrows at that, his eyes flickering for a few moments, that somewhat scary smirk crossing his face...oooh, you don't wanna piss him off, believe me...as the guy will soon find out. It's one thing to taunt him, but taunt his friends and that's it. "Sir, I'm going to ask you again, just as kindly as before...please go sit down, and leave us be. Your insult to my friend was -not- necessary, you rotten pig-ass racist bastard..." His voice is icy and yet still calm. He gives Ave a look, "Would you like to get outta here, Ave? Obviously a few select occupants of this place don't seem to appreciate our presence." He stands up, and goes over to pull Ave's chair out for her. At that point, the guy swings a fist at him...

Ouch. Averillix's eyes turn pure white then, obviously a bit more hurt by those words that she hadn't been expecting. Looking up to Brendan as she asks his question, she gives a faint nod, standing and, quick as she can, getting the hell out of the way, stepping outside the door of the cafe and leaning against the outside wall.

Brendan's smirk never leaves his face, his back still turned as the guy swings his fist at him. Almost looking bored with the whole thing, Brendan's form quickly flickers and fades out, his form turning that translucent blue shade again. The guy's fist flies right through him, and he stumbles forward...it was as if he had swung at air. Reforming quickly, Brendan grabs the guy by the back of his hair and yanks him upwards so that he can whisper near his ear..."Mistake number one..." he replies..."You were born without a sense of humor." He then slams the guy downwards so that his head hits the table, knocking him silly. Brendan then yanks him up again, the guys' eyes all googly..."Mistake number two...you insulted my best friend for no apparent reason..." He slams him down again with a loud thud...then pulls him back up. "And mistake number three...you threw the first punch." His arm turning translucent, it goes through the middle of the guy as Brendan punches him, then reforms as he pulls it back out...needless to say, the guy screams rather loudly as the sound of cracking ribs is heard. ;) Eventually, Brendan lets the guy go, and he falls to the flood in a whimpering heap. As a couple patrons scramble around, shouting 'someone call an ambulance!', Brendan nonchalantly straightens his hat, then walks toward the door. "Check, please..." he calls out to the waiter, before stepping outside to where Ave is. "Ave? You out here?" he asks, his tone sympathetic...he doesn't even remember that Sabella has been standing there and watching this whole thing...as he goes outside, she begins to follow, not looking too happy.