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poster: Amezri date: 8 August 2001, 12:14am EST OOC: This is a lame post. I apologize for that right now. "So?" "'So' what?" If it had been up to Cassandrea, she would have stayed and kept an eye on Sarah to make sure she didn't do anything dumb. "*So* are we gonna sit around this mall all day or what?" Rogue answered in her Southern accent. "But Sarah's--" Rogue waved her hand, cutting Cassie off. "Sarah's with Max. Having a great time, I'm sure. He'll get her home." "Where are you headed in such a rush?" "I got a little somethin' from my last stop," she smiled coyly, jiggling the silver bag she held, "that I'm real eager to show Logan." Cassie rolled her eyes. "Don't you two ever take a break?" "Now why would we wanna do that, sugah?" Rogue grinned. "Nevermind." Cassandrea and Rogue spotted Sarah and Max in a small cafe. They seemed to be having a good time, though who was the more nervous of the two Cassie couldn't tell. "What do you wanna do now?" she heard Max ask. "Whatever it is, take your time," Rogue interrupted. /Sometimes that girl has no tact,/ Cassie found herself thinking. "Cass and I are headin' back to the mansion. You can take her home, can't ya, Max?" Max nodded stifly in response. "Good. Let's go, Cass." Rogue grabbed Cassie's arm and dragged her back out of the cafe, all the way to the parking lot where they parked. "What the hell was that?" Sarah finally asked.
poster: Jen date: 8 August 2001, 8:59pm EST "That was Rogue playing matchmaker," Max replied rolling his eyes. He didn’t need her help. Crap. Who am I kidding? I need everybody’s help. "Do you have class? I’ve been excused to go shopping. Mr. Logan really didn’t like that, but Rogue has that man wrapped around her little finger." I suspect Cassie told him about the crying bit. He was watching me awfully strangely. "You’re supposed to pretend you don’t notice. He’ll kick your ass if you say anything." "I figured as much." Fits with the whole ‘I’m a manly man’ thing he has going. "So any idea what you want to do?" Since Rogue and Cassie just abandoned me like rats from a sinking ship. Sarah fiddled nervously with her coffee cup trying to decide what to even suggest. She never got to make decisions about her time unless she broke out of school and somehow the urge to go do something outrageous wasn’t there when you had permission to be out. "Well, sparring probably isn’t a good idea." "No," Max admitted with a wan smile. "Probably not. I’m supposed to meet Wolverine at four, but that gives us a few hours." "Somehow, I don’t think Wolverine’s going to be meeting you today." Sarah smiled at Max’s confused look and clued him in about Rogue’s little bag from Fredericks. "So what to good little mutants do when they’re out?" "I wouldn’t know." "You mean you’re not a good mutant," Sarah purred, leaning across the table, a teasing glint evident in her eyes. "No. I mean yes... I mean... damn." Max sighed and rubbed a gloved hand over his face. Sarah had an amazing ability to turn him into a babbling idiot. Okay... a babbling, horny idiot. Max took a deep breath and tried again. "What I mean is, I usually hang out at the mansion." "I’m sure." Damn, that throaty purr and mischievous glint are hard to resist. Shopping. Nice safe topic. Shopping. She’s a girl. Shopping is like a religion. "Did you finish your shopping?" "I think so. Unless, of course, you’re planning to shred more of my clothes." Max blushed a deep red and Sarah grinned. This was fun. Flirting, teasing, watching the way his eyes flashed with hunger... "How about a movie? I haven’t been to a movie in ages." Sarah fought to keep her heart from pounding as Max took her hand and led her through the mall to the theater. They were so caught up in trying not to embarrass themselves that they never noticed they were being watched. OOC: (Amezri - you mentioned something about a Brotherhood plot a few weeks back.... It’s all yours.)
poster: Amezri date: 9 August 2001, 12:19am EST
OOC: ((Gee.... thanks loads, Jen. I hate this place - the mall. All these normals running around make me sick. I would never, ever, step foot in here. Except if Erik ordered me to, which he did. The old man claims that a new mutant would be surfacing soon. One that we needed to "recruit." I haven't the slightest idea where he got that information from. In any case, I have orders to find this new mutant and bring him or her back. I never counted on seeing four of Xavier's brats here. Mutants should steer clear of these human places of gathering, especially Wolverine's pet whelp.. Max. The boy had distinct feline characteristics that could get him killed. At least my daughter and the indigo-haired one looked human. There was another girl...I've never seen her before. Her skin was paler than normal, but otherwise she passed for human. She could be the one Erik had sent me for. Hmm.. kidnap first, ask questions later. *** Mystique waited until Max and Sarah got up from their table and headed into the crowd after them. OOC: ((Hey, you asked. Not my fault.)) poster: nacey date: 10 August 2001, 9:24pm EST The whole way to the cinema I held her hand in mine, and I tried not to burn up. Sometimes when we walked and we went through a particularly crowded spot in the mall, her body would fully bump against mine, and I'd get a chill all through me. She was so damned cute, and the way she kept teasing me was sending me crazy. It was a crazy I liked, so I just smiled and blushed and made mad efforts to control myself. We bought the tickets for our movie, and once in the cinema Sarah grabbed me, toppling me over into the back row. "Hey!" I chuckled, "I thought we were here to see the movie!" "We are," she grinned, her arm snaking around my shoulders as we sat down in one of the couple seats, "We're just also here to have a good time." Through most of the previews and slides we sat there, her arm around me, the round of her breast pressing into my upper arm. She was going to give me a freakin' coronary, I knew it. That or I'd need a new pair of pants by the end of all of this. You know those movies where the guy put his arm around the girl? Then he slowly manouvres his hand down to her breast? Well her hand was on my knee, and every time we looked at each other or leant towards each other, it inched up further. I thought, as I leant my head against hers, that I smelt something funny. Something off. It wasn't her - no she smelt just wonderful - it was something else in the cinema. It didnt smell right. It smelt dangerous, if that was possible. Before I could pin it, other people entered the cinema, their smells clouding up the original scent and wafting away. I pressed my lips to Sarah's hair and made a mental note.
poster: Jen date: 11 August 2001, 2:07pm EST If he doesn’t hurry up and touch me I think I’m gonna explode. Sure, the whole blushing and the ragged breathing thing is cute. It’s nice to have that kind of - I dunno - power over a guy, but damn... I got these breasts and they’re like right here. Touch them already. I flicked out my tongue, sampling the air. I knew it looked bizarre, but I can’t help it. It just kinda happens. It was the main reason I always had tootsie pops or gum, or something in my mouth, but right now I’m out. Spotted a candy store downstairs. Haveta swing by before we leave. That’s odd. Must be another mutant in here. Another predator. I know the taste. Max has it. So does Mr. Logan, but this one is different. Stronger. More...vicious. Probably someone just like us out enjoying the movie while it isn’t so crowded. No big deal. "Is it too cold in here for you? You gonna be warm enough?" Oh man. Now he’s gonna be all nice and gentleman-y and hey! Excuse to cuddle a little closer. "I’m sure you can keep me warm." There’s that sharp breath again. A girl could get addicted to that. No problem with the cold theater. He’s so warm. There ya go big boy. That’s it... hand on my knee, pull me closer. Yup keeping me warm just fine.... Halfway through the movie which, even under the threat of torture, Sarah knew she couldn’t tell anyone a thing about, Sarah realized that she never should have drunk that much coffee at lunch. Detangling herself from Max, Sarah gave him a sheepish smile and whispered that she had to hit the head. /Next time/ Sarah thought exiting the theater /- no drink./ Once he started kissing my hair and nuzzling my ear, all rational thought went out the window. Whoever taught him to do that, I owe big time. Sarah gave a half smile to the pretty red haired woman fixing her lipstick in the mirror and went to wash her hands. "Freaking motion sensors," Sarah grumbled. Waving her hand under the faucet, praying for the water to come out, Sarah tasted the air again. There it was again. Not one scent, but two. Sarah glanced up in the mirror, just in time to see the red haired woman fire. Her last thought as she sank to the floor, the tranquilizer taking effect, was that the woman’s eyes were yellow.
poster: nacey date: 11 August 2001, 8:14pm EST The movie had been dragging on for a couple of minutes, and I didn't have Sarah beside me to discract me from it. I may as well have walked into the movie halfway though. Some dude in black cloaks with a bird was speaking arabic and talking about destiny to Brendan Frasier. Gee, that's nice. Where the hell was Sarah? Okay, so I was impatient, but I also had smelt danger about, so I wanted to check she was okay. I got to the toilets, and... shit... Something didn't smell right at all. There was a dual scent in there, linked to that bad scent I'd smelled in the cinema. Without giving a fuck as to who may have been in there, I strode in. "Sarah?!" I swallowed, trying to calm down. Empty. I checked under each of the stalls for her shoes. Empty. I sniffed madly, tracing her scent, eyes looking over the scene. Damn it. Nothing. No signs of a struggle. Just that scent. I followed it, loping out of the cinema, trying to stop myself from sinking onto all fours in worry. Just smell, Max, just smell. I followed her scent, racing after her from the cinema, out to the mall. People were everywhere. That mess of scents confused my sense of smell, the cK clones out in force. I ran in the direction of her smell, as light and as faint as it was. "SARAH!" I called her name till my throat was rasping. "SARAH!" I felt tears bite my eyes. Where had she gone? She had been having a great time, she nearly had her hand on my- she was having a great time! She was in danger, I knew it. I smelt the danger, it was thick in my nostrils, I just - I couldn't make out where she'd gone. I followed it out into the carpark, and it stopped at a parking place. An empty parking place. My hands were shaking, I was shaking. Oh God, oh God. Where was she, where was she? I turned and raced to a phone, calling the only person I knew I could count on. "Yeah hello?" "Logan!" I cried, my voice shaking, "She's gone man, she's gone! Someone's taken her!" "Wait on - Max? That you?" "Yes! Someone's taken her!" "Woah - slow down. Who's taken who?" "Someone's taken Sarah! She's gone, man! We were in the movie theatre and we were all snugglin' then she went to pee and now she's gone!" Logan was silent for a moment. "You sure she didn't skip out?" "Dude! Her hand was on my crotch!" "...Oh." Yeah oh. "Right okay - I'm comin'. Don't you go anywhere." I whimpered. "I haven't got anywhere to go. I've lost her scent." "Yeah, well, I'll be there in a minute to pick it up. Stay there." Click. Logan could smell better than me, he could help me. I paced, calling Sarah's name on and off, my heart thumping madly and my eyes growing hot and achy. Damn it, I had to have her back.
poster: Jen date: 12 August 2001, 7:44pm EST OOC: Thanks to Nacey for the plot assist. Sarah awoke groaning and rubbing the back of her neck. Stupid...Stupid... Stupid... Years of martial arts training and you get taken out in the friggin’ bathroom. I am never going to live this down. What are the dammed rules for this? Okay Rule one - Don’t surrender. Well, that’s a bust. Already captured. Okay... if captured... "Dammit," Sarah snarled smacking her head on the wall, "You shoulda paid more fucking attention in class." Escape. Right. Can do. I’m good at that. Sarah surveyed her cell, looking for something to exploit. Metal grate overlooking the ocean... a good 300 feet down. No help there. No air vents. Metal door with no handle. Jeez, this just gets better and better. Nothing to use as a weapon. Apparently escape is not an option unless I can get somebody to open the door. Sensing the increasing floor vibrations, Sarah realized that someone was coming and got to her feet hiding to the right of the door. The yellow eyed woman wasn’t getting the drop on her again. The door opened and a well-dressed elderly man walked in. Sarah kicked him in the back, sending him sprawling on the floor and bolted out the open door. Racing down the hall carved from the rock , Sarah turned a corner and skidded to a stop. Before her lay a crevasse, far too wide to jump and with no visible way across. She turned, intent on finding another corridor, but her way was blocked by a towering mutant covered in blonde fur. She lunged, slamming a palm strike right into his solar plexus. Unfortunately, aside from the small grunt of pain it elicited, it was wholly unsuccessful and Sarah found herself dangling two feet off the floor a clawed hand wrapped tightly around her throat staring into eyes so dark and malevolent it was like looking into hell. "My dear," he sneered, "That is no way to treat your host. Bring her," he snapped turning on his heel, his cape fluttering behind him. Sarah lay on the floor of her cell where the mutant, she now knew as Sabretooth, had thrown her, glaring up at her captors. "What do you want with me?" Sarah rasped rubbing her throat. "My dear, we’ve invited you here to discuss alternatives to Xavier’s." "Invited? You call sending the yellow-eyed bitch to shoot me an invitation? And then letting Sasquatch try and strangle me? You need to seriously work on your people skills." The old man smiled thinly. "I couldn’t afford to have you refuse. I am Magneto." "Lovely. Now that we’ve met, I’d like to go back to my movie." "I hoped that we could talk, Sarah." Shit. He knows my name. Seriously not good. Sarah tried to keep an impassive look on her face. Letting these guys know I’m scared shitless isn’t going to get me out of here. "Ya know you could’ve just asked to talk to me. I’m an easy going girl." "Have you heard of a Professor Trask?" "Yeah. He came for dinner while I was at home." "He is the head researcher on a Project Sentinel that the General’s taken over," Mystique added wrapping herself around Magneto. "What does that have to do with me?" "You my dear are going to steal it." "And if I don’t?" "Then your little kitty boy will die," Mystique purred. Sarah looked between the old and the scaly blue woman a few times before allowing a thin smile to spread across her face. Her captors had just given her a way to make the General pay for abandoning her. "I assume you have a plan?"
poster: Amezri date: 12 August 2001, 11:04pm EST "Kurt, I am *not* going to watch Unsolved Mysteries. Again. For the fifth time today. Give me that!" Cassandrea growled and lunged for the remote. "Not a chance," he smirked before he teleported himself off the couch. He reappeared on the foosball table, balanced precariously on the frame, taunting Cassie with the remote. Fuming, she launched herself off the couch, but approached him slowly. "Come on, elf, give it here." Kurt looked away for a second and she used it to her advantage, snatching the black device from his hand. "Ha! Now you're gonna have to watch Powerpuff Girls with me. Kurt? Hey, Kurt!" Cassie gave him a shove. "Shh! Logan and Rogue are arguing about something... about Sarah?" "Sarah's at the mall..." "No," Kurt hissed, "she's missing." He strained to hear the words. "Sarah went to use the restroom...and never came back." "What?!" Cassandrea ran out of the parlor, Kurt close behind her. Logan and Rogue were coming in their direction. "You're not coming with me, Marie," Logan growled. "Why not?," Rogue shouted. "I was the one who told Cass to leave them at the mall. I should've known better. We should've stayed with them." "It's not your fault," the Wolvering rumbled, continuing towards the main door. "It *is*. I'm coming with you and if you object one more time, sugah, I'm withholding sex for a week." That stopped Mr. Tough Guy in his tracks. "You wouldn't dare," his look said. "Try me," she smirked. Another growl from the big guy. "All right. Fine. Let's go." Cassandrea made herself known then. "Uh, Mr. Logan?" Cassie waited until Logan grunted in her direction. "I, uh, I think I should go with you guys." /Oh, goddess, he's giving me that look that says he's gonna kill me if I take any longer spitting out my words./ Cassandrea took a breath and composed herself. "Look, Sarah is my roommate. I don't know what's going on, but if she's in trouble, then I have to help find her. Plus, active power and all." Short pause. "Fine. Let's go. We're burning daylight." Logan opened the door and stomped out, Rogue on his heels. "That was incredibly easy," Cassandrea marveled.
poster: nacey date: 14 August 2001, 9:55pm EST Don't panic. Don't panic. Don't panic. Empty car space. No scent. Panic! Gods, I had no idea why was freaking out the way I was. I mean, maybe she DID do a runner, maybe she doesn't like me the way I thought.. no no no she does, you could smell it, you could feel it... There was a roar of a motorcycle - two - and a car. I turned, and Logan was in the lead with his proffered X-Cycle. Behind him Rogue rolled up on her own motorbyke, and Cassie was in her car. I paced a little as they parked, running my gloved hands through my hair. Logan hopped off the bike, pulling off his helmet, his nostrils already twitching. "This where ya lose it?" he said, obviously referring to her scent. I nodded, pacing away. He stood there, moving slowly, sniffing, his hands on his hips. Rogue came over to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "You okay, sweety?" I looked to her. Her tenderness did something strange. All my panic and fear stung to tears in my eyes and I shook my head. Rogue sighed, rubbing my shoulder gently. "It's okay," she said. "If Logan could find me halfway across the country when I flipped out at 19, he can find Sarah, okay?" I looked at her, heart clenching. "Yeah." "Got her," Logan said suddenly. He started striding away, walking down the road. Rogue patted my shoulder before running off after him. Cassie walked to me then, a frown on her face. "You okay?" I gave her a tired look then shook my head. "No, I'm not." "I'm sorry-" "No," I said, shaking my head again, "No sorry. Not your fault. Come on - let's follow the others." Before we could meet them, Logan was on his way back. He leapt onto his bike, pulling out a helmet and shoving it in my hand. "Get on," he said, "They took her down the highway. If my sneaking suspicion is correct, we might have to ring in the Blackbird for help." Suscpicion? "What are you sus--mmmph!" He grabbed the helmet and shoved it onto my head, and pointed at the back seat of the bike. Yeah, that's subtlety for you. I got on the bike and held on. I never said it to Wolverine, but I hated high speeds, and I hated motorcycles.
poster: Jen date: 15 August 2001, 10:00am EST "That’s your plan?" Sarah asked incredulously when Magneto finished. "That’s suicide." "Mystique has reviewed everything thoroughly." "Then she’s an idiot." Those yellow eyes burned with a hatred Sarah didn't know was possible. Sarah took a deep breath and tried to keep from getting herself killed before she got her point across. "Look, I’m the one who’s gonna get killed if I trip something. And if I do, they’ll be onto you and you’ll have to start over. Let me look over the prints and specs myself. If I don’t find a better way - we go with your plan." Magneto smiled thinly and gestured grandly, inviting Sarah to his desk. "Dear you are doing a great service for all of mutant-kind." "Save it for somebody who gives a crap," Sarah muttered. She didn’t care about his reasons, only hers. Three levels of ID checks inside the building, photo ID’s, retinal scanners, motion sensors, heat sensors, pressure sensors, passwords, lasers in the freaking air ducts... "Christ. Fort Knox has sloppier security," she mused, scanning the files for her way in, ot the thing they missed that would get her killed. "What is it about this project that makes it so special?" she wondered walking through the plan step by step for the twentieth time. Hours later, Sarah emerged from the office, smiling. She knew how to do it. The General was going to be very, very sorry.
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I don't know why you thought I had a plan, 'cause I didn't. Still don't. But, hey, I'm posting anyway! 
This is written in Mystique POV, so excuse the derogatory comments.))