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Beck (
celtic_cherokee
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2017
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06
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25
20:37:00
Entry tags:
murphy: ronan
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rasputin: mikhail
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rasputin: piotr
Week of 6/25-7/1
Summer Is Coming
OR
There Be Dragons
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There be dragons.
icy_force
2017-06-26 02:44 am UTC
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The ice gleamed in the sunlight as Thora tried for the fourth time to create what she thought was the perfect gift for a certain librarian. It wouldn't be a lasting gift, but the
griffin
looked pretty good, she thought. It went well with the
other
two
. She knew the librarian remained indoors most of the day, she she'd made sure to place it outside one of the library windows. At least that way she could enjoy them while they lasted. The summer had just arrived, so it wouldn't be long, unfortunately. Thora rapped on the window with her knuckles and shouted "Happy Birthday!" to the redhead after she'd turned her head.
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There Be Dragons
ronan_murphy
2017-06-26 02:52 am UTC
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Sweat mingled with the smoke in the air... and both irritated the fuck out of Ronan's eyes. That didn't stop him from taking another long drag of satisfaction from a mostly ashen cigarette. He wiped the moisture from his brow and he attempted to focus his mind. Hell, Mars just needed a movement... just a few minutes to regain his - the crashes from the other room resumed just when he'd begun to put pressure on his temples. "Fuck..." he huffed, then snuffed the cherry out on the extremely unfortunate wallpaper.
He burst from whence he'd come, back into the war zone that was once the young mutant's bedroom. "That's adorable." The Irishman teased the teenage boy, whose body was lashed against the mattress. "But we're not done, Phillip needs his body back you parasitic son of a bitch." Ronan's palm covered Phil's clammy forehead and his eyes pierced through the young mutant's - and looked directly at the astral tag-a-long that had taken up residence within the innocent. Mars could feel the telepathic mutant (within the younger mutant) attempt to flee, but the tracker had used his expertise in defensive telepathy to block off all exits but one. "I'm sending you and all your friends back to oblivion..." Even if he had to sit on Phil's chest until one of the actual telepaths arrived.
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Summer Is Coming
pete_rasputin
2017-06-26 03:35 am UTC
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"Summer is coming..." Mikhail told his younger brother at nearly noon, on the unseasonably warm June day.
"They teach all astronauts that?" Piotr quipped with a smirk across his lips and bricks in his hands. "More help, less talk." He gestured to the pile of red bricks that would soon be Pete's new retaining wall.
"Cosmonaut, brother." His accent thickened like his mother's borscht while he corrected Piotr. "And da, they did." He did the opposite of what Colossus had asked - he stepped up onto the half built wall. "I am Russian hero... I don't perform manual labor." Mikhail respected his brother's work ethic, but did not understand it. "My point, summer is coming and we haven't spoken about my -"
Piotr halted his work, stood fully erect so that even with the wall under Mikhail's feet - the brothers saw eye-to-eye. "There is nothing to discuss, Mikhail." Colossus took a moment to see if anyone else was around. "I told you once already - my family and I are not leaving." Pete thought he'd made himself clear, but Mikhail had proven to be more stubborn than he'd given him credit for. "I appreciate... the offer. But there is no reason for the Rasputins to return to Russia." Pete felt adamantly about his decision.
Mikhail did not waver; not matter how big Piotr Rasputin would become, he was still the spaceman's little brother. "Alright." He nodded his head but inhaled sharply. "Alright, Piotr. But don't forget my warnings. Xavier gone." Mikhail's hands spoke along with him, something he was prone to do. "Specters from the astral plane reemerging, daily."
"The X-Men will handle this, we will handle things such as this." Colossus confirmed his deepest thoughts out loud for Mikhail. "I know you haven't been here long..."
"Net." Mikhail cut off Piotr's bullshit. "What did Eva say?" Mikhail asked, curtly. And was not surprised when Piotr did not immediately answer. "Maybe you forgot... to mention it?" Mikhail's chin dipped to better focus on his brother's eyes.
"Mikhail..." Pete started, less defiant than he'd been a moment earlier. "She would not..."
"Piotr." The older Russian countered. "You wear these things for each other, but you do not speak about important matters." Mikhail tugged on the leather strap he knew to be beneath Piotr's shirt. "Talk to the missus, da? You tell me what she thinks about my proposal." Mikhail's hand cupped his brother's bearded cheek. "Be good, Piotr." He left Pete with those words, then removed himself from the situation.
His brother's hand was there on his face one second - then gone the next. Along with the rest of the older mutant. Pete inhaled hard enough to cause the leather under his shirt to dig into his skin. "Da. I will." Though he would not look forward to it.
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