December 14th, 2009
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November 1st, 2009
To anyone driving by, the plain looked normal enough. A flat stretch of Virginia, tucked out of the way of the highways and the major cities. Just a plot of land.
But underneath was a lab rushing with activity.
( It was times like this when Mimic wished he could duplicate himself still. )
But underneath was a lab rushing with activity.
( It was times like this when Mimic wished he could duplicate himself still. )
June 17th, 2009
St. John did not want to go back to the Academy.
Mystique had caught him up as much as she could. Breaking and entering (without, you know, signs of breaking), blah blah, new management, blah blah, working with the government (he had had to ask her to repeat that). He didn't like any of it. He wasn't going to say anything, but he had gone missing there. Going within twenty feet caused a severe psychosomatic problem: he wanted to throw up and run away.
Admitting that was not going to get him points with Mystique, though.
He had to get over it. The investigation started yesterday, but John hadn't been able to do it, then. Today, he was trying it again. Today, he made it all the way to the front yard. There, he promptly pulled out a cigarette and lit up. He needed something to calm the nerves.
There was nothing more calming than the repetitive opening and closing of his lighter.
Mystique had caught him up as much as she could. Breaking and entering (without, you know, signs of breaking), blah blah, new management, blah blah, working with the government (he had had to ask her to repeat that). He didn't like any of it. He wasn't going to say anything, but he had gone missing there. Going within twenty feet caused a severe psychosomatic problem: he wanted to throw up and run away.
Admitting that was not going to get him points with Mystique, though.
He had to get over it. The investigation started yesterday, but John hadn't been able to do it, then. Today, he was trying it again. Today, he made it all the way to the front yard. There, he promptly pulled out a cigarette and lit up. He needed something to calm the nerves.
There was nothing more calming than the repetitive opening and closing of his lighter.
June 12th, 2009
Remy LeBeau was not your typical government agent. He was a thief, his family were thieves, and his formerly to-be family-in-law were assassins. The Guilds had their own laws. Laws which had no relation to the government of the United States of America.
But when an assignment about a school being broken into fell into his lap, he knew just the way to get a handle on the case.
Breaking and entering was sort of a talent of his.
The night was chill and overcast. His disadvantages were obvious: he was unfamiliar with the layout of the school, and the people at the Academy would be more on guard about intruders. His advantage was that he was Gambit. He didn't need more advantage than that.
It was as simple as climbing a tree and then charging the lock on a window. Once he was in, he stuck to quiet hallways or air vents if at all possible. He was trying to make it to the office that held the student records, but this place was damn big.
Getting into the mind of the culprit was easier than it should have been.
((ooc: open to anyone who wants to catch him snooping around the school!))
But when an assignment about a school being broken into fell into his lap, he knew just the way to get a handle on the case.
Breaking and entering was sort of a talent of his.
The night was chill and overcast. His disadvantages were obvious: he was unfamiliar with the layout of the school, and the people at the Academy would be more on guard about intruders. His advantage was that he was Gambit. He didn't need more advantage than that.
It was as simple as climbing a tree and then charging the lock on a window. Once he was in, he stuck to quiet hallways or air vents if at all possible. He was trying to make it to the office that held the student records, but this place was damn big.
Getting into the mind of the culprit was easier than it should have been.
((ooc: open to anyone who wants to catch him snooping around the school!))