Marvel: Art of War

Who: Haylie Collins, Wade Wilson
What: In which Haylie and Wade get their heart's desires and everything is beautiful.
When: November 9th, 1963
Where: Xavier Institute
Rating/Warnings: FLUFF. LOTS OF ADORABLE FLUFF.
Status: Closed; In Progress

( I'll be true, I'll be useful. I'll be cavalier, I'll be yours my dear. And I'll belong to you, if you'll just let me through. This is easy as lovers go, so don't complicate it by hesitating. And this is wonderful as loving goes, this is tailor-made, what's the sense in waiting? )

Who: Spider-Man and OPEN
What: Spidey patrols his city
When: 10/24/1963
Where: New York City Rooftops
Rating/warnings: I imagine PG? Depends who shows up, this is subject to change. No warnings.
Status: Very open | Complete


( When you wake, you shall have, All the pretty little horses. )

Who: Haylie Collins, any other poor unfortunate soul that stumbles upon her
What: Someone may have accidentally consumed one or two of Alison's brownies.
When: October 5th, 1963
Where: Xavier Institute; Front lawn
Rating/Warnings: Swearing and craziness?
Status: Open; In Progress

( Because I got high, because I got high, because I got high~ la dee da da da da~ )

Who: Wade and Warren
What: good natured (mostly) fighting
When: before Warren's manicure around 1pm, Weds. afternoon
Where: Outside the School, past the hedge maze
Rating/Warnings: Swearing, maybe blood, testosterone ;)
Status: Open | Complete

Jeans, bare feet, shirtless torso, white wings flapping, Warren hovered in the air, looking for the little bastard with the mouth. He wanted to pound him into the ground a few times before his appointment. It wasn't for a pedicure OR a manicure, he was meeting with an old friend to help groom his wings. They took a lot of work to maintain, dammit. It wasn't just a rinse and let dry. He had to pull pin feathers, keep flight feathers in good condition, clean the skin that covered his wing bones under the soft aerial fluff. And it was much easier to do this with someone else.

He turned slowly, surveying the ground, keen senses on the lookout for the blademaster.

Who: Haylie Collins, Wade Wilson
What: JAILBREAK. Haylie's finally allowed to leave the Med Bay.
When: September 6th, 1963
Where: Xavier Institute; Haylie and Wade's room
Rating/Warnings: Swearing, other NSFW content.
Status: Closed; Complete

( On the ground I lay motionless in pain, I can see my life flashing before my eyes. Dead I fall asleep, is this all a dream? Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare. )

Who: Wade and Rahne
What: Meeting!
Where: Front door of the mansion
When: Sometime before Professor X gets kidnapped.
Warnings: None as of yet, will update if needed
Status: closed; in progress (could maybe be open later?)

( Rahne stepped out of the cab and stared up at the imposing, ivy-covered mansion before her. )

Who: Haylie and Wade
What: Wade trying to hone in on his humanity, be sweet, and make up with Haylie.
When: July 3, 1963
Where: Danger room; Off Campus date field trip
Rating/Warnings: PG13
Status: Closed || Ongoing

( Gonna drink my tears and cry. Cause I know you love me, baby-- )

Who: Professor Xavier & Wade Wilson
What: Wade thinks he's going to give Charles a piece of his mind for all the bad things happening, but ends up miraculously eating his words.
When: As soon as he wakes up from his coma/nap three days after the attack on Manhattan--prior to his visitation from all his friends team-mates.
Where: Med Lab
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; Do I need to tell you why?
Status: Closed || Complete



( Your faith walks on broken glass. )

Who: Haylie Collins, Wade Wilson,
What: Haylie and Wade try to pretend that nothing happened and it backfires. Horribly.
When: June 15th, 1963
Where: Xavier Institute; Poolside
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; Do we really need to remind you that Haylie's Wade's a potty mouth?
Status: Closed; Complete

If there happened to be anything other than medicine, gymnastics, and blowing things up that Haylie had a natural gift for, it would be compartmentalizing. Putting things aside to be dealt with later at a more convenient time. Lately, it had become a struggle; mainly because she had to see the source of her confusion on a daily basis. Which of course made training more difficult and meant she got her ass kicked more.

Haylie'd just finished a discharge session in the Danger Room when she decided to go for a walk. But given how nice the weather was, she decided last-minute to stop by the pool and just get her feet wet.

However, she didn't realize that Wade was there. This would prove to be interesting.

Who: Haylie Collins and Wade Wilson
What: The injured pair finally make it home from the party, a little worse for the wear.
When: June 8th, 1963; 2 AM
Where: The Xavier Institute; Haylie's room
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; because Wade has a potty mouth.
Status: Closed; Complete

Well, that was a productive night. Because going to charity events, blowing holes in the place, getting pistol-whipped with a shotgun, and collecting shrapnel in her side was her idea of a good time. And to top it all off, they got involved and risked outing themselves and the school over some arrogant psychic with a God complex who thought it important to threaten them instead of thanking them for saving his ass from the men trying to kill him.

Luckily for Wade and Haylie, the incident happened in Manhattan, where her family lived and where she still had a few connections left in spite of being a mutant freak. And for the first time in her life, she was actually happy to come from money, so her father wasn't too worried about them getting blood all over the front seats of his car on the drive back to the school. Hell, he even let Haylie keep the '63 Impala; just in case she got herself into another jam. And he'd even been surprisingly calm about Wade and what they'd done at the Met; only renewing her belief that humanity wasn't all bad and that maybe Xavier's dream wasn't completely out of reach.

The thoughts were pushed from her mind, however, when they finally made it to Haylie's room and she fished out her Med Bag with a yawn. She'd napped while Wade drove them back, but it was sporadic - five minutes here and there, mostly because everytime they hit a bump it jarred the glass in her side and she groaned at the pain.

Haylie struggled with getting a few supplies out from her bag with increasingly shaky hands, but she remained stubborn to get things organized and get Wade looked at.

Who: Wade and YOU (that's right slackers! get your butt into this class, or suffer the consequences)
What: Self Defense / Kickin Ass / How to be a BAMF -- Class
When: Before the ball.
Where: Large classroom at the Institute
Rating/Warnings: Possible language, obvious physical fighting, ridiculousness~
Status: Open! Come and get acquainted, get your butt kicked, get into shape.

( It's not working until it hurts-- )

Who: Scott, Cecilia, Alison, Haylie, Wade, Bobby
What: It’s time to announce the group’s next mission.
When: Sunday, May 1
Where: The Danger Room
Rating/Warnings: presumably, there will be danger.
Status: Complete

“Okay then, Jean. You get there when you can. I’m,” and he actually gulped, nervous for the first time since he had gotten his red glasses, “going in. Wish me luck.”

She squeezed his hand, and he opened the door to the Danger Room, where he had asked everybody to assemble. Earlier, he had set up folding chairs in a circle, each with a notepad and pens, in case anybody wanted to take notes.

Some of them were there, already. Scott saw them all looking at him, curious. He was not in civvies, not anymore. He was in the first ‘suit’ he had contracted for, from friends of mutants at Van Dyne Enterprises, out of Poughkeepsie, New York. Deep blue, form fitting, specially jointed, that new cloth that was too expensive to want to talk about, a product of the first manufacturing line from the micromachines of the famed scientist Henry Pym.

( Welcome to the first meeting in whole of the X-Men )

Who: Haylie Collins & Wade Wilson
What: First meeting
When: October 14th, 1962
Where: Front lawn of the Xavier Institute, dawn
Rating/Warnings: TBD; Will likely have some language.
Status: Closed; In progress

While it wasn't common for anyone to be awake at this hour - much less outside - it wasn't uncommon for the young Haylie Collins to be found roaming around the mansion at the crack of dawn. Outside, in particular. The morning frost was still fresh on the ground and the fallen leaves crunched underneath her bare feet as she padded out towards the main gate. It was freezing outside, and the brunette was dressed in trousers and a casual t-shirt. Her long brown hair was pulled up into a high ponytail and she took a moment to stretch before shifting her stance and launching herself into a series of cartwheels, backflips, and round-offs around the yard.

After several minutes of different gymnastic manuevers, she stopped and took a second to shake it out, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. Haylie was fairly certain that the Professor wouldn't approve of her wandering around outside like this, but it was like she had told him several times: she was a walking furnace. And bomb. But she preferred the furnace part of it. Fall and winter were a cake walk when one's natural body temperature rested at an impressive 104.2 degrees Fahrenheit.

Watching her breath fog in front of her, she started to just relax and take in the scenery until she heard the gates creaking.