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Lorna Dane 18 Sophomore at Shield University [ Closed Group Blog ]

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its-all-kree-to-me:

Carol nodded and chuckled slightly, “Right. Umm Colonel Carol Danvers.” She extended her hand to the girl. Wow, she was killing this whole introduction thing. “Eh kinda have to paint him in a good light. He’s one of my closest friends.” She smirked, “I’m sure you’ll find him to be a hoot. Even if his fame goes to his head.” She was joking of course. The girl wasn’t half bad, but then again she’d yet to meet anyone who wasn’t decent yet.

“Nice. I am. I teach umm.. Aeronautics something or other and piloting. If you’re interested Always welcoming a new face to class.”

Lorna smiled as she revealed her name, shaking her hand once it was given. “Nice to meet you, Colonel. I’m Lorna Dane,” she replied, the snorted. “Makes sense. Wouldn’t want to slander him or besmirch his name.” Her smirk made her even more curious about the man. “See, now with that smirk, I’m not sure if you’re sending me to my death or not,” she joked at her, unable to help herself. 

She nodded as she heard what she taught. “I’ve never been big on planes, since, uh, I lost my parents that way, but I could see myself trying out a class with you teaching.” 

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susummers:

“I can’t help my face.”

“Darn. And I was really looking forward to Lunch today. It’s taco tuesdays.” Scott shook his head. “It’s been an honour. The name’s Scott.”

“Could wear a bag over it.” 

“That makes this even more depressing. And it’s all over now. No taco Tuesdays in hell.” Lorna sighed. “Good knowing you, Scott. I’m Lorna. I’m dying a sophomore, what about you?” 

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francisxcastiglione:

If only he had actual cigarettes. It also scared him how obvious he was about smoking and such. Maybe it was the smell, maybe it was the twitch he had at times. Especially when he was tobacco hungry. “You’re learn how to shoot when you tell me how you knew I smoked.” Frank shrugged before pulling his hair up. “If you’ve got a cigarette, I’ll be nicer by a few knotches.”

“Weird way to offer lessons, Professor Castle. But if you must know my secret, I’ve watched a lot of foster parents do that pat thing you’re doing when they’re looking for a smoke,” Lorna explained. “Oh, so now we’re bartering, too?” she asked in amusement. She kept the lighter up in midair, as she used her newly free hand to search her bag for a pack.  There was a half empty pack to her delight, and she picked up and held it out for him. “So what will this niceness get me?” 

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eisenhcrdt:

Erik had been grading his last few essays when she interrupted. He kept the door open for a reason, so when he lifted his head, he was completely ready to help her. Until he saw her. Not look-wise – he didn’t recognize her. He wouldn’t. It was… a humming coming off her body. Her blood flowing through her veins. Most wouldn’t know that the extent of Erik’s powers went past bending a bridge or turning a satellite. He could perform x-rays, he could run blood tests with nothing more than his eyes and ears.

Everyone had their own sound. Families… were distinct. He could tell who was brother and who was sister on campus – who was father and who was daughter.

Who would he be if he didn’t know his own families thrum? He knew of his children, of course. Wanda and Pietro – he hadn’t met, but Lorna? When she was a young one, he had and – he should have known this school would have provided him with problems.

His expression completely changed. He shut down. Standing up, he closed the large file he had open with a loud snap. “You can attend my classes, then. I teach one or two power control ones – now get out. Office hours are over.”

The guy looked nice from Lorna’s perspective. He appeared as any professor would. But she still got a weird feeling. It reminded her of when she was in a convenience store, stolen items already in hand, and the door rang open and she’d know it was a cop. She didn’t even have to see to be sure, and once her instinct was confirmed, she’d run. But that didn’t make much sense to her right then. She hadn’t done anything wrong. The professors were there to help. Hell, his door had been opened. 

There was no reason to escape and hide. It was irrational. Up until Professor Cohen’s entire expression changed towards her. It was as if she had insulted his mother, and admitted to spitting in his coffee for the last week. 

She flinched as he closed the file, taking a quick step back. Had she even said fifty words to him? She tried to wrack her mind to figure out what she could have said to anger him so easily.

Holding up her hands in surrender, she tried to stay calm. “Look, I didn’t mean to offend you at all, sir. I’m sorry.” She could feel her heart pounding at this point. “I have the same powers as you. And I feel I’d benefit from your help, one on one, or if you don’t do that, a few tips?” 

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gwcniisms:

“I’m not much of an art critic- considering I can’t draw anything past a stick figure- but I don’t think a person’s head should be that much bigger than their body. Unless, y’know, whoever you were drawing has an unfortunately, abnormally large head.”

“Maybe I’m drawing someone with an abnormally large head to represent how big and overwhelming the human ego is. Or I just don’t know how to draw proportions. But the first one sounds cooler and like I’m trying to be deep, like a real artist would.” 

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likeadiamondfrost:

Oh, it was too easy. Maybe Emma was being had been a tad mean to the girl, playing on those subtle hints as her gaze moved over Emma’s form. She smiled again, knowing full well that she was dominant in the conversation. She held power. And as of late, that was a big thing for her now. But Emma wasn’t going to use the girl like that, no she had more plans.

“Than we won’t have to worry about problems.” Emma quipped. As long as no one tried to compare the two Emma might maintain some decent relationship with the organization. Feigned of course. At the slight arch of the girl’s brow, Emma elaborated, “Others yes. There’s…three of us. Clearly, I take it more seriously.” it was a jest. “ It won’t be long. We just want people to adjust and sit with the idea that they’re now on a  team. We’re working on getting a schedule set for training.” Emma chuckled, “Official? No seeing as none of the new recruits have been brought to the others, I think it’s safe to say they’ll approve. As for a test, I’d just like to see what you’re capable of. So it’s not really a test..per se.” She slid from the table top gracefully, “But I think it’s okay to say I’m a great judge of character so it shouldn’t be too big a problem. Anything else?”

There was another smile from Emma, and her face reddened even more. She could only hope that as time went on that she’d get more used to being around her. The more used to her she got the less she’d...react the way she was. She couldn’t pinpoint why it was happening, other than her confidence and everything. That was it. She didn’t want to think about it further, either, especially in front of the telepath. 

There was a further upturn of her lips. Any slight at SHIELD was amusing to her, even though she was attending their school. It didn’t mean she trusted them at all. She snorted. “That makes sense. Don’t wanna throw people right into it.” Usually, schedules and planning gave her hives, but this time she looked forward to getting one. She nodded as she explained she wasn’t official yet. The only reason she didn’t worry was because of Emma’s assurance that she’d be approved. It was a relief for Lorna to hear there wasn’t technically a test. She only hoped she lived up to her expectations. Another smile came to her. “I’d say so. And nope, I’m good. I’m ready for the tour now.” 

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its-all-kree-to-me:

“Yeah, ain’t always fun being a super I guess.” Carol looked at the girl, “It looks good like that, though. Edgy. Embrace it.“ The most she’d ever done to her hair was cut it. “Tall, blonde, older than dirt but looks like a damn Ken doll shirtless. Super Soldier, trust me you’ll know when the meet him.” She chuckled the best way to describe Steve. “Welcome. And sometimes impulsiveness is good. And thanks, I like to think I’m a bit above the average person here.”

“So freshmen or …?”

“Can’t imagine it is,” Lorna agreed. She smiled at what the woman told her next. “Thanks...I never got your name.” She gave a laugh at the description she gave of him. Now, she really wanted to see this guy just to see if he lived up to it. “You paint quite the picture. I’ll let you know when I meet him.” Her smile stayed throughout the conversation. She was quite nice and funny. A good person to meet in any situation. “I’m glad you’re apart of the welcome wagon, whether you mean to be or not. And I honestly don’t think you’re wrong thinking that.” 

“Sophomore. And you’re a professor, I’m guessing?” 

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susummers:

“Got me pegged already roomie?” 

He shrugged. “More subjects to experiment on.” 

“Not fully, but you look like the type to be proud of being judgy.” 

She considered that. “You’re right.” She grinned. “But since they’re probably listening to us right now, looks like we’re both gonna have to be eliminated. So it was nice knowing you, I guess.” 

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francisxcastiglione:

Frank shrugged, “Admittedly, that’s right. For all you know, I’m mystique, copying Frank’s body.” Which wasn’t true. “Nice to meet you, Lorna. And also, I prefer the term, ‘Literature Lover’. Not Poetry Nerd.” With that, Frank reached into his pocket before patting it, as if searching for something. Mental shit came, since he sort of wanted a smoke.

“I have yet to meet someone named Mystique, but if that is them and not you, I’m gonna be disappointed cause I wanted to learn how to shoot.” She laughed. “Nice to meet you, too, Frank. And whatever suits you. I’ll make sure to write that on the newsletter, and not poetry nerd.” She noticed him looking for something, and she had idea of what. “Need a light?” she brought hers into her hand without even touching her bag. It was something she’d gotten practice with over the years. 

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invisiblewomansue:

“And here I was, beginning to think you were a figment of someone’s imagination.  Lorna, right? Let me grab my shirt.”

“You know, I was kinda hoping it was Scott.  He’s being fussy and it would have been funny.”

“Yeah. And you’re, uh, fuck, Susan? I’m pretty sure they said that was your name. It started with an ‘S’, that I know.” 

“Sorry to disappoint. But that would be hilarious. I’d pay to see his reaction to that. I’m guessing he griped to you, too, about how much skin people show around the dormitories?”

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notjustanotherphase:

“Ugh, this is what I get for leaving my phone in the dorm.”  Kitty sighed.  “Thanks.  Um, do you know where I can find a map?”

“This is one of the few places I know how to get to, if that makes you feel any better.” Lorna nodded and got up from her table. “Yeah, follow me. Just so you don’t get lost again,” she teased. 

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thewitch-wandamaximoff:

Wanda sighed. It was rude, but whatever. She moved her fingers and the notebook came to her. “I mean. Yeah, I was right.” Wanda turned to her and gave it to the woman. “It shows, when you train. Don’t want to die, do you?” 

Lorna was certainly impressed by the woman’s show of powers. “Neat trick.” She held her chest in a look of hurt. “How dare you. That was my finest work.” She took it back, flipping to a clean page. At her next remark, she arched a brow. “And you watch me train, now?” The woman wasn’t far off, especially with the knife incident all too fresh in her head. “I don’t plan on dying. I pay attention when it counts.” 

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buckybarnesshieldu:

“You’d have the hottest teacher in campus if you did.”

“...Either you’re an arrogant prat talking about yourself, or someone your banging. Which is it?” 

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💎pretend its still sunday

An 8 for sure, I like blue eyes a lot, especially with dark hair. Also, the sharp jawline doesn’t hurt. 

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sightlessruth:

Ruth pressed a hand to her temple as if this would prompt the visions more clearly. “Unseen danger. A pattern becomes a forest fire. Sorry, not you, sorry. Futures don’t always appear if I ask. Pardon, no. No art at all, in fact, but I’m sure your art career goes much better than mine.”

Lorna blinked at the mention of a forest fire, but was glad to hear it wasn’t about her. “I know you can’t tell, but I’m pouting now,” she joked. “Well, we could team up and become the failed artists duo. It’s got a sort of ring to it, y’know?” she grinned. “Now that I take it you’re not majoring in art, what subject are you going for?” 

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This was new for Lorna. She had never met anyone with powers that much like hers. There were telekinetics and that sort, but no one who only could control metal. After Emma’s mention of Max Cohen and the similarities in their abilities, she couldn’t help but want to meet him. He was the only other person who knew what it was like, and hopefully would help her out with it. There was no promise that he would, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask. If he brushed her off, it’d be a loss, but not the end of the world. It’d just seriously help if she could get a mentor of sorts in this. 

The door to his office was open, which was a good sign to her already. She took a step inside, glancing at the man at his desk. “Professor Cohen, right?” she greeted. “I’m not sure if you’re busy at all right now, but if you aren’t, I had a few questions I’d like to ask regarding your abilities.”

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sightlessruth:

“Sorry, no, not so sorry actually, my third eye thinks y’reckon I look gullible as well as bat-eye blind,” Ruth teased.

“Not gullible...Just an unrelenting belief in my artistic ability. So is your third eye not seeing my future career in artistic expression? Because then my heart will just be broken.”