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Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
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The fact that the grown-ups had been home for over a month now did not stop certain amounts of booze disappearing from their rooms every once in a while.
Naaah, Gawain wasn't an alcoholic. He rarely ever got drunk (never, actually, since he moved into the Mansion). But life in Mutant High tended to come up with all kinds of situations that required a drink before, while, or after they occurred. Like, for instance, near-death experiences. The trickster explored the empty rooms of the Mansion's legal inhabitants shortly after he arrived (and they left, to go whichever part of the world needed saving). He found out where he could find beer. Naturally they didn't keep that in the kitchen for every toddler to find. Nah. But some of the X's did have their own private fridges, filled with all kinds of stuff just standing there while the were away on some mission. Such a waste.
Girl rooms were not likely to have any booze that didn't taste like nail polish. Guy rooms, on the other hand, had beer in abundance. One of them in particular. Gawain never checked - or cared - whose room it was. It was some time in the afternoon; the time of they when everyone has something very important to do. The Mansion was alive, and the dorm rooms were mostly empty. Sir Gawain had just returned from the Mansion grounds where he'd been practicing his archery skills, and decided he deserved a beer. And so he walked in and out of mirrors till he found the place he had been looking for. The Room With The Booze. Whoever lived there knew how to live. Judging from the contents of the fridge.
The young knight landed on his feet without a sound, and moved across the room. It was a well practiced series of movements. He had done this... quite a few times before. The room had always been empty at this time of the day. Why would today be any different?
Posted by Cold Steel on Mar 22, 2010 13:07:39 GMT -6
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Irritation struck Sam as he sat outside his room hidden in plain sight out on his balcony even though he could be seen from the grounds he was however hidden from view from the inside of his room. The only thing he could see was a side of his fridge. The perfect location to catch a beer thief. It occurred to him that the surplus of students getting drunk was due to the fact that the beer in his fridge had gone missing. So for a few days he set various traps around the room. A piece of paper on the door to check in see if they were entering through the main door, they weren’t and similar applications to the other doors told him that there was another point of entry what it was Sam didn’t know but he intended to find out.
Leaving Bruno and Cammie in his room Sam was confident that they would indeed alert him if the thief dared to show himself again. After fully stocking the fridge with cardboard boxes full of beer Sam waited patiently hoping that he would finally catch the thief.
The sun was shining giving the air outdoors a spring time feel, however his room didn’t reflect the outside nor the rest of the temperature of the mansion. His room was in the sixties after a little influence of his power. Cold yes, but not that cold Cammie and Bruno would still go about sleeping like nothing was out of the ordinary all the while Sam was focusing on his newest mutation. Eye closed off to the world Sam was blind only to feel the warmth coming from inside his room and the sun above him. If his eye was opened he would have been riddled with a massive headache the likes of which he wouldn’t like to experience again.
Even with his lack of control he could feel a faint outline of Bruno the massive dog lay down while his massive frame expanded and contracted with each breath. Cammie was unfortunately on his bed making it nigh impossible to see or rather feel her sleeping. A minute went by and Sam felt a pressure on his forehead, which meant the he, was nearing his limit of his new sight. Cutting the new sensation Sam opened his eye and made an attempt to focus on the area around him. If only he had more control over this new gift of his, this was after all a perfect application of his new ability.
No longer being able to focus on his dog or the room other than the corner of the fridge he could see Sam cut off the A/C to allow his room to slowly warm up with the rest of the mansion, which was about ten to fifteen degrees warmer than what his room was at. Waiting quietly Sam watched the corner of his fridge and started to feel a bit sleepy.
The sound of footsteps alerted the large Saint Bernard that the master was back. Tail smacking against the floor Bruno sniffed the air and opened his eyes, recognizing the unfamiliar scent. It was in his room before and he didn’t like uninvited guests. Quietly getting up Bruno approached the mystery man from behind letting out a low growl warning him to get out of his room.
Gawain had the door of the fridge halfway opened when he heard the sound. It wasn't friendly. Slowly he stood, letting go of the door and turning around. He stared at the dog. The problem with returning to the same crime scene over and over: sooner or later the thief grows careless. Careless enough, apparently, to not notice a dog that friggin' huge. Damn.
"Umm... hey there." he tried, arms hanging loosely by his side. No sudden movements. He glanced around. The dog was between him and the only mirror he could find. Again. Damn.
"All right, buddy, I'm not gonna hurt ya if ya don' hurt me" he proposed to the dog. Gawain liked dogs. Huge ones, especially. Provided they weren't trying to eat him. "'tis okay" he said in a calm voice "No need to get violent."
Posted by Cold Steel on Mar 22, 2010 13:30:03 GMT -6
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There was sound and Sam grinned it seemed the thief met his security team and by team he meant Bruno, Cammie could care less about the fridge the only reason Bruno liked it so much was because on occasion Sam removed a piece of ham and tossed it to him. However he hadn’t gone to get ham in the last week or so and it seemed Bruno would have to be disappointed. Eyeing the door of the fridge Sam stood from his resting place and approached the window behind the thief.
A loud bark exited Bruno’s mouth as pearly white teeth glistened in the boy’s direction. Bruno took another step and stopped the second he heard the handle of the balcony door open.
The air got cold the second Sam entered his room; frost covered the glass pane of his door as the breath of every living thing could became visible. All the glass in his room continued to frost over, as the room got colder and colder. Eyeing the young man Sam’s eyebrows turned downward into a frown. With the eye patch he’d imagine he would pull off the intimidation factor fairly well, something that he figured was needed.
”SIT!” Sam commanded right before Bruno took another step forward. Reluctantly Bruno put his rear n the ground but kept his head lowered and his lips in the up right biting position just incase the master wanted to command other wise.
Grinning in Bruno’s direction Sam turned his attention to the culprit, ”So you’re the thief who is stealing my drinks and passing them around like they’re going out of style…” the air continued to get colder as Sam continued to speak, ”Best be giving me your name!” Sam commented his voice still talking as if he was commanding his dog.
Gawain's body obeyed the order before his mind caught up with the events. He sat on the nearest chair, staring at the man who appeared from the balcony. The dog followed the order too, but it was still between him and the mirror. The air grew cold. Much colder than an open door would allow. Gawain breathed out and stared at the puffs of mist in front of his face. One question above all. Why the hell does this guy keep a fridge?!
The mirror frosted over. So much for a way out.
>>”So you’re the thief who is stealing my drinks and passing them around like they’re going out of style... Best be giving me your name!”
"Gawain. Gawain Morris." he answered "...Sir." he added for good measure. Anyone who wears an eye patch and freezes up a friggin' room deserves to be called 'sir'. So. This is what the X-men fuss is all about.
Posted by Cold Steel on Mar 22, 2010 22:07:10 GMT -6
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An icy blue eye traveled from one dog to the other both following his command one more composed than the other. It seemed Bruno still wasn’t going to let up now that the boy was sitting at a computer chair. Bruno got lower and bared his teeth more than before Sam clicked his tongue, which meant that if he kept it up, he would be getting a time out. With another growl to let the boy know it wasn’t over between them Bruno’s lips lowered and he laid down his eyes focused on both Sam and the kid ready to heed the master’s call.
Trying hard not to laugh (and succeeding) Sam kept his face serious and angry it was after all to continue the affect he was already getting one he liked a lot. Nodding his head at the ‘Sir’ Sam cleared his throat and continued, ”I have a few questions for you… ones that you will answer Morris or Bruno here gets a new chew toy… Agreed?” Sam said his voice stern. Bruno growled and lifted his head to add to the threat.
Not really waiting for an answer Sam’s chest puffed out slightly to add to his already larger frame, Sam had about an inch or two on Gawain but that didn’t stop him from acting he was twenty feet tall, ”First and for most, how did you get into my room?” slamming the balcony door behind him Sam walked over to the fridge and removed a beer and popped the glass top with his thumb a difficult task for inexperienced but with the hidden help of his mutation it popped off like it was nothing.
Taking a sip of it he looked at Gawain, ”Next round of questions, how old are you, how long have you been at the mansion and do you have any idea who I am?” captain of the X’s, self defense teacher and now Gawain’s worst nightmare.
>>”I have a few questions for you… ones that you will answer Morris or Bruno here gets a new chew toy… Agreed?”
Gawain nodded once. Agreed. Anything that involved Bruno not eating him had his full consent. He managed not to wince at the name. The last person to call him 'Morris' wanted a piece of him for dating his sister. Naah, using family names never meant any good. Ever.
>>”First and for most, how did you get into my room?"
Gawain watched him open a beer, and the corner of his lips twitched ever so slightly. He didn't know, did he. He was curious how someone would walk in and out. He was part of a superhero team runninga school for mutants, and he still hadn't figured it out. Sweet. Also, he watched him open the beer, and decided now was not a good time to get smart with the boss. Even though a guy who keeps that amount of booze in his room can't be that sour a person.
>>"Next round of questions, how old are you, how long have you been at the mansion and do you have any idea who I am?”
"I came through the mirror." he answered, nodding towards the glass that by now was completely frosted over "I'm seventeen, been here for..." he paused, thinking about it "'bout three months now." Gawain looked up at the man. He looked positively menacing. He also looked kinda like a pirate. A pirate from Antarctica. Ya're the Mansion freezer.
"You are one of the X-men." he concluded, having no idea what his rank would be, if the team had any. As for powers, well, he could guess what his was.
Posted by Cold Steel on Mar 23, 2010 12:30:26 GMT -6
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”Mirror hopping?” Sam asked the boy with a smirk, he had heard stories from a few of his team members of a boy who had this ability he didn’t really see what the big deal of it was… until now. Gawain would be perfect for Recon missions if he was able to follow the rules… shaking his head and fearing he was getting way too a head of himself Sam rubbed the back of his head and decided to drop the tough guy act, for now at least. Walking over to a stool he left in his room that didn’t really serve a specific purpose Sam picked it up with one hand and walked it over to Gawain.
Sitting down on the stool a few feet from the boy Sam continued, ”So your, seventeen years old drinking illegally in a school for kids one that you have been here for three months… drinks you acquired by breaking and entering…” Sam smirked slightly and took another sip, he was too considered illegal but Gawain didn’t need to know that. Far as the boy sitting in front of him was concerned Sam could have been well over twenty-one years old. ”I’m guessing you were pretty generous with the passing of my drinks right? You enjoy them?” Sam asked curiously as he took another sip of his drink.
His frown remained as he folded his arms and beer in hand as he continued to look at the boy. Raising his fingers he pointed to the ceiling and grinned evilly, ”I’m more than just one of the X’s. My official position is captain of the X’s second in command any way you look at it I’m pretty high up, as such I also have a good standing with the police, what’s more I’m not only a teacher here, but I handle admittance to the school I also can if needed handle expulsions.”
His frown remained even if all he wanted to do was bust out laughing; this situation was far too entertaining for him. Sam had no intentions about expelling Gawain or turning him over to the police, but there would however have to be repercussions for stealing alcohol from a teacher’s room. ”So…” Sam said with a steely tone, ”What are we going to do with you?”
>>”So your, seventeen years old drinking illegally in a school for kids one that you have been here for three months… drinks you acquired by breaking and entering… I’m guessing you were pretty generous with the passing of my drinks right? You enjoy them?”
Gawain listened to Eyepatch listing his sins. It was a pretty good summary. Not perfect, though. "Nah, I only give booze to kids who deserve them. Y'know, like after fightin' the elder god in Central Park. Or, I dunno, jumpin' off a skyscraper to save that mantis girl. Or the crazy telepaths in the haunted house. Minor near death experiences like that." he shrugged with a smirk, looking into the cold blue eye. One must not forget: Sir Gawain was trained on Rupert.
>>”I’m more than just one of the X’s. My official position is captain of the X’s second in command any way you look at it I’m pretty high up, as such I also have a good standing with the police, what’s more I’m not only a teacher here, but I handle admittance to the school I also can if needed handle expulsions. So... What are we going to do with you?”
Good question. Excellent, in fact. Gawain really wanted to know what they were going to do to him. Getting out of the room alive would be a good start, for example.
Posted by Cold Steel on Mar 23, 2010 15:05:37 GMT -6
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Sam gaze shifted to Bruno who was now keeping an eye on both Sam and Gawain. The second Sam turned his head Bruno growled and bared his teeth again. Looking back to the boy in front of him who was becoming increasingly comfortable with the situation. Making a mental note Sam decided it was high time he refilled Bruno’s stack of ham the dog did understand the fact of intimidation well.
Standing up and lifting the drink to his lips Sam took another sip, ”You know there is something you could do, something that won’t get you expelled… or sent to prison…” Sam let the idea linger for a minute before standing up and walking over the fridge and cashing the beer in his hands and placing the empty bottle back.
”Doubt you could do it anyways, by no means it an easy task…” What Sam was trying to do was to get Gawain to offer to take a few of his classes. It was a sad day when Sam returned from Romania to find out so few students decided to take his self-defense class. Opening another beer Sam smiled and then looked back to Gawain, ”Your choice.” Sam glanced over at Bruno who stood and got on all fours bearing his teeth and growling defiantly not giving Gawain much of a choice.
>>”You know there is something you could do, something that won’t get you expelled… or sent to prison… Doubt you could do it anyways, by no means it an easy task...Your choice.”
Now we're talking. What would it be? Nothing good or easy, from the looks of it. Bruno still didn't seem to like him either. He'll have to work on that relationship. Maybe borrow Princess Flipsy to make things more friendly. 'Umm, Rupert, the thing is... nah, I didn't loose Flipsy! She's right here, inside this guy called Bruno...'' Maybe not.
Whatever Captain X was offering could only be better than the snarling alternative. "Annnd... what would that be?"
Posted by Cold Steel on Mar 23, 2010 18:28:59 GMT -6
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”Something that will require your attention during your stay of the mansion, you will attend school like you normally do, hang out with your friends as you normally do, but instead of causing trouble and thieving you’ll be spending some time with me in the danger room.”
Sipping the beverage Sam smile grew and the air became considerably warmer when it wasn’t under the influence of his power. ”You’d become my student and I would find a more productive outlet for you one that requires less attention from authority figures…”
Reaching out his hand and extending it towards Gawain Bruno let out a low growl and lowered his head as if waiting on cue. He looked over to Bruno and his smile grew, it defiantly was a dirty trick on his part to back Gawain into a corner to get him to train but, the kid had promise but lacked a good direction and Sam, well he would act as compass till he was ready to travel on his own. ”Do we have a deal?”
>>”Something that will require your attention during your stay of the mansion, you will attend school like you normally do, hang out with your friends as you normally do, but instead of causing trouble and thieving you’ll be spending some time with me in the danger room.”
Gawain thought about it for a while and decided now would not be a good time to admit he wasn't attending school at all, and that he never caused any trouble - usually it was already there when he found it. Maybe later.
>>”You’d become my student and I would find a more productive outlet for you one that requires less attention from authority figures… Do we have a deal?”
Do we? Gawain wondered just how he managed to work up the 'lost boy' image so perfectly that Captain High-and-Mighty decided to take him as a student to keep him from... being lost. He looked at the offered hand, and also wondered if it was safe to shake it, after the impressive display of freezing powers. No guts, no glory. "Deal." he nodded, shaking the captain's hand. Hopefully that would assure Bruno he was not an enemy either. Gawain grinned. "When do we start?"
Posted by Cold Steel on Mar 24, 2010 10:01:09 GMT -6
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The boy hesitated… good that means he had some sense enough sense to get an idea of the situation and look into it enough time to weigh the options as it were. Gripping Gawain’s hand firmly Sam started to laugh. ”We start in fifteen minutes, I trust you know where the Danger Room is?” Sam asked as he released the boy’s hand and walked over to the door leaving Bruno in an attack stance still facing Gawain. ”Down!” commanded Sam and the dog obeyed again this time laying down and placing his paws on his nose.
Smirking again Sam continued, ”Don’t be late, I’ll be there early so I suggest you get there as soon as possible regardless what time the session starts.” Sam said having no intention of being there early or on time. His first act would be to locate the information about Gawain’s acceptance into the mansion, any information would be useful what he wanted to know in particular was how accomplished the boy was in academics. That usually gave him an idea bout how quick Gawain would be to learn.
Koga for instance was a quick leaner his grades reflected it. Hoping that he had another possible sponge that would absorb all the information he had to teach Sam motioned for Gawain to get out of his room other than the use of his mirror. ”Wear comfortable clothing, something you can move in and tennis shoes!”
>>”We start in fifteen minutes, I trust you know where the Danger Room is?”
Fifteen minutes? Gawain bit back a sigh. So much for a beer and a quiet evening. He had just spent friggin' hours out on the Mansion ground, right shoulder sore and left arm bruised from the string of the bow, and now he gets to train some more. Yay. Suck it up, big baby, knights don't whine. Not even to themselves.
>>”Don’t be late, I’ll be there early so I suggest you get there as soon as possible regardless what time the session starts.”
Gawain smirked as he walked over to the mirror, wiping the melting ice off the surface. His own reflection smirked back at him. "Wanna race me there?" he grinned back at the captain as he merged into the mirror.
>>”Wear comfortable clothing, something you can move in and tennis shoes!”
The boy in the mirror arched an eyebrow. Did his clothing look like it was not comfortable? And where the heck was he supposed to get tennis shoes in the next fifteen minutes? Whatever.
((Gawain would be at the Danger Room in about 5 minutes You can start a new thread if you want, or we can continue here))