The Other Brother

"Get that a lot."

monstershouldntbealone

When heading into under cover// START OF THE PLOT THING // open

There was a young woman sitting at the reception desk at Generation X Studios. Her dark skin was covered with fine yellow gold fur, and her face merged human and lioness features into a whole that made it far too obvious that she was a mutant. The yellow gold and black merged in her hair, making a swirled pattern through the cornrows and fro she wore. To think that three weeks ago she was a normal girl trying to make a name for herself in the DJ scene.

Jono’s office door was closed, and his tongue in cheek sign was taken from the handle. Now there was a note card that listed the people allowed in: Tommy Shepard, Jubilee, Pietro Maximoff, Hank Pym, Greer Nelson, Shatterstar. Keys showed up in each of their mailboxes.

Inside was the same, except for the the fixings for a bed in the foot well of his desk. and the lock on the drawer where he kept some of his records. His quarters were locked completely, including the windows.

Any clues left to his whereabouts were limited or seemingly nonexistent.

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It had been some time since Danny's encounter with the mutant, Jono. After some research, the Rider had discovered Generation X Studios and decided to pay the man a visit. He walked into the lobby and approached the front desk.

"Hey... uhn, M'lookin' for Jono Starsmore."

"No… no, I was being sarcastic. I want to be… well, better. Better than my grandfather. I sure as Hell want to be better than my dad and aunt. I just… I want to be a good man, I guess."

"Ain't that what we all want? Sure as shit ain't gonna help if yer hangin' around Daimon."

spectralrevolution

ketchinhell has tuned in

"Ember Mclain."

spectralrevolution

"Oh, and he knows my name. How cute! We have matching hairstyles and you have good taste in music. I think I like you already."

"Not here to be liked."

ketchinhell see's the sinister days ahead

Giving a coy grin, she slipped off her stool and leaned up against him, hands on his chest. “Lets ride,” she whispered.

Grabbing his jacket, Danny led the mysterious woman out of the bar and out to the parking lot, where his motorcycle was parked and waiting. "You ride much?" he asked.

Sinister. That’s his name. Or at least one he goes by.

I know who Sinister is!

And you didn’t recognize him as a woman, I take it?

Naw. I find it really hard to believe that was Sinister.

Don’t believe me, or just too distracted by booze and boobs?

Fuckin’ hate you.

OOh please. Besides, I understand you falling for the deception.

What's that supposed to mean??

ketchinhell see's the sinister days ahead

"Dan Ketch, Hm? I like it." Tracing her finger along the rim of his shot glass, she leaned forward. "Why don’t you guess my name, Dan… If you can, you’ll get a prize."

Dan grinned, leaning forward, as well. “Hmm… y’got that classic look… Margarette?”

"Sorry, sweet heart." Turning around so that she leaned against the bar, her legs crossed. It was fun to flaunt. "I’ll give ya a clue, but it’ll cost ya."

"Cost me what, exactly?” His tone went to something a little more serious.

She gave him a playful smile, looking him over. “You have the bike out front? How about a ride.”

On one hand, a hot girl on his bike was a great way to start the evening.

On the other hand, if something happened, and he went Rider...

But a hot girl on his bike.

"Yeah, okay."

bonesandbrimstone

❂

Outwardly: Inwardly:

why do you hurt me in this way

bonesandbrimstone

I”M SORRY…I’M NOT SORRY.

I WILL SOMEHOW DESTROY YOU WITH FEELS

DO U HEAR ME

VENGEANCE WILL BE MINE

Sinister. That’s his name. Or at least one he goes by.

I know who Sinister is!

And you didn’t recognize him as a woman, I take it?

Naw. I find it really hard to believe that was Sinister.

Don’t believe me, or just too distracted by booze and boobs?

Fuckin' hate you.

Sinister. That’s his name. Or at least one he goes by.

I know who Sinister is!

And you didn’t recognize him as a woman, I take it?

Naw. I find it really hard to believe that was Sinister.

bonesandbrimstone

❂

Outwardly: Inwardly:

#i'll just sit here #in my VALE OF TEARS

why do you hurt me in this way

Sinister. That’s his name. Or at least one he goes by.

I know who Sinister is!

Is it wrong that I want you to just mother the hell out of ketchinhell's danny?

Give me time, Anon. Give me time.

#ic or ooc we just don't know

Oh you.

Danny, don’t talk to him. Or her. Or whoever that wierd little fuck wants to be today. He’s not the most wholesome of companions. And this coming from me, means a lot.

You jealous? She was fine, Daimon. I’m not Johnny, ya don’ need to baby me.

I’m not jealous, trust me, not of him. And I’m not babying you. Trust me on this one, just because HE appears to have tits, doesn’t mean that he’s not using you for something.

Or it was just a harmless woman hitting on me.

Likely not. I know Sinister when I see Sinister.

Sinister??

Danny, don’t talk to him. Or her. Or whoever that wierd little fuck wants to be today. He’s not the most wholesome of companions. And this coming from me, means a lot.

You jealous? She was fine, Daimon. I’m not Johnny, ya don’ need to baby me.

I’m not jealous, trust me, not of him. And I’m not babying you. Trust me on this one, just because HE appears to have tits, doesn’t mean that he’s not using you for something.

Or it was just a harmless woman hitting on me.

ketchinhell see's the sinister days ahead

"Dan Ketch, Hm? I like it." Tracing her finger along the rim of his shot glass, she leaned forward. "Why don’t you guess my name, Dan… If you can, you’ll get a prize."

Dan grinned, leaning forward, as well. “Hmm… y’got that classic look… Margarette?”

"Sorry, sweet heart." Turning around so that she leaned against the bar, her legs crossed. It was fun to flaunt. "I’ll give ya a clue, but it’ll cost ya."