Who: Kate Moon & Frankie Discombe (with Willette Sullivan briefly in the background) What: Witch hexes & volatile mutants with metal claws don't mix Where: M-Town When: Tuesday afternoon, April 10th 2018 Warnings: Well, it's two Wolverines. So, violence probably?
Okay, so really what this came down to was that Willette was bored. She had more than enough to occupy her time with the Resistance and the way their combat leader liked to run them all ragged with long training sessions and surprise drills. If Willette had wanted that kind of lifestyle she would have just joined the stupid military. The only reason she'd really stuck with the Resistance so far is that they had resources she and Mason didn't, not to mention the ground support. It was kind of like being in the mafia, if someone messed with you, they messed with all of you. Not that different from how she'd grown up, actually.
The Brotherhood of Mutants had nothing on them.
Still, she was starting to feel antsy. It'd been awhile since she and Mason had messed with the super freaks, and even longer since they'd made their fellow mutants lives a little more miserable than usual.
Time to change that.
Thanks to Wanda's abilities, Willette had an easy time getting around unseen, if she wanted to. Right now she was carefully cloaked within a crowed, and she had her sights set on the X-Men's leader, Frankie Discombe. The two women had clashed once or twice in the past, and for the most part, the reincarnate of Wolverine kind of talked to Willette like she was still a kid. Nothing pissed Willette off more than feeling like she was being patronized. The witch aimed one of her hexes at the Wolverine, but at the last second, someone else walked right into its path.
Oops.
Kate had never really left M-Town after she'd first wandered into it three months ago. She mostly kept to herself, but she'd put down roots, apparently. If you could even call it roots. Part of her still felt like she should keep going, keep running, just in case they hadn't stopped looking for her. But the bigger part of her, the part that had continued to grow ever since she'd met Beck, that part actually wanted her to stay in one place for awhile. So, she'd stayed. For better or worse, she was here for now.
Finding places to crash where she wouldn't be bothered wasn't hard, she'd been doing it for the better part of a year while on the move. When she wasn't doing that, Beck was usually sneaking her into X-Factor when no one else was around. Kate still didn't really trust people, but for whatever reason, she felt like she could trust Beck, and not just because he'd come to her defense in an alley the night they'd met. Also, she liked spending time with him.
She'd learned her lesson and had stopped walking down dark alleyways in M-Town, at least. She'd made it out of that scrape without a scratch on her, obviously, but she hadn't enjoyed the experience. Killing was what she used to do. She didn't want to do it anymore if she didn't have to. When all you were doing was trying to survive and there were bad men after you, that made it a little unavoidable sometimes, but she hated that the thirst to kill was still in her. The instinct that they'd drilled into her was still there, she could feel it just underneath her skin, ready to burst out from her at the first sign of a threat.
Which probably made the idea of exploring M-Town on a day when a lot of people were out a pretty bad one, but Kate was restless. One minute she was walking across the street, and the next minute, she felt... strange. Like she'd been hit by something that she couldn't see. She froze in place, disoriented and shaking her head to try and clear it, and then all at once Kate felt her adrenaline sky rocket along with that terrible, animal need to maim and kill bubbling over to the surface. Before Kate even knew what she was doing, someone shouldered her as they passed and the sudden spike in bloodlust clouded her judgement completely as she lashed out at him with a snarl, claws first.