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spacey-seung:

The smile faltered for a split second, at the term ‘little one’. But not wanting to resort to being bratty, like he’d done with David; Seung just nodded as he sat, taking his study materials out. Fully ready to just jump into his books, and not bother the other male; but the remark made him pull a small face.

Looking up he fidgeted slightly at the smirk, but ever the docile one, he smiled brightly before speaking up. “Ahh-haa. Uhm…I’m already having for myself the translator. But ahh…thank you, the offer. I am doing like the backward way right now, turning like the Korean word into the English kind. So really, you’re like have to know my language too; if you’re wanna helping me in this book.” Seung explained, but sliding the book to where the man could see; pointing out the work he’d completed already in the book. “Are you like…the teacher? That is why, you’re ask if you’re helping me?”

“Well, I can’t help with that.” He said, looking over the other’s book and seeing only a bunch of Asian characters he’d never be able to distinguish from other nation’s writings. “But, I can help you with your syntax. Or, how you put your words together to make sentences.”

#spacey seung

adam-finley:

Adam continued staring at Rex with flat eyes. “…I’m not going to just strip for you anyways, had you asked,” he retorted before crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s hardly a requirement for this coffee shop. It’s an open, public coffee house for everyone to use, not just metas. It’s just owned by metas, but it doesn’t mean all the patrons have to be metas,” Adam countered.

“Are you trying to tell me you don’t have any powers?” He asked before tutting some. “Such a shame. A human wasting such a beautiful vessel.”

#adam finley

jimxirons:

Jim hummed. “That’s up to you. You want a perfect score…make me give you a perfect ten,” He chuckled, sitting back in his chair and resting his arms on the table. “You’re terribly proud of being a metahuman, and that I deeply respect. How about we take our drinks to go and…you show me a bit more?”

There was another with power like Rex’s once, a story Jim heard only in passing. Now, in front of him, was a man cut from a cloth much like his own, in theory.

“And how would I go about earning it?” He asked before the other suggested they move to another location. “Ah. That’s how you want it, huh? Not sure you could handle me.” He said, smirk plastered on his features once again.

#jimxirons

carsonmason:

Carson, not realizing that shewas standing over somebody, paying more attention to her phone than her surroundings. She shook her head, “Um no, I didn’t realize someone was here, sorry.”

Rex pouted. “Well, now you’ve gone and offended me.” He teased. He was usually pretty hard to miss, so someone not noticing him was extremely out of the ordinary.

#carsonmason

jimxirons:

“Oh I’m definitely not. As far as faces and bodies go…you’ve been very well endowed,” Jim replied, sitting easily, face smiling, as always, and his voice…saying everything he didn’t need to overtly in words. “And a metahuman too, you’re practically perfect.” It was a shame when a handsome or beautiful form lost what splendor it could have by being human, normal…part of the the problem that faced their kind: humanity. “After we finish you’ll have to give me a little show and tell.”

“Practically?” He asked, mocking offense, and doing it well. “Good sir, I am perfect, and don’t you forget it.” He said, smirking wide. “Show and tell? And what exactly would I be showing?”

#jimxirons

spacey-seung:

Seung was at the café to get some English work done; and yet again, it was immensely crowded. Looking around for an empty area, he spotted one (or what he thought was one); and wasting no time in moving to it. Only to be surprised by the voice attached to the table. “O-oh. Sorry, I was thought it was being empty, this table.” The young Korean spoke, letting his ever bright and cheerful smile come onto this features. Knowing that it was highly rare for someone to look at him, and deny him a request; Seung motioned towards the vacant seat in front of the man.

“I can sitting here, maybe? Since you’re only having the drink, you’re not like…needing too much room…” The young agent spoke, hands already on the chair, to pull out and sit. “I’m having some like…work to doing, so I’m being quiet.” Seung reassured, pulling out the chair and sitting already.

Rex couldn’t help but smirk a little. Maybe it was the fact that, if he were standing, he’d tower over the boy, or the boy’s broken English. He wasn’t sure what he had him smirking like a predator, but he was.

“Go for it, little one. Although, I may have to help you out if you’re here to work on your English.”

#spacey seung #//OMG REX don't be such a dick

jimxirons:

Jim chuckled huskily, sitting back after having his feel, more so to stroke the rapport between them than actually feel the bulging muscle. “You are a god among men,” He winked, grinning toothily. “That must’ve been the best early morning wake up call in the history of our gender.” Taking a drink, Jim hummed softly, sitting back in his chair to regard Rex more completely. “Can you shift into other people too? Or is it purely…penetrative?”

Rex chuckled. “Thanks.” He said. “Can’t shift into other people, no. I would need their DNA and I don’t have the ability to absorb other sentient beings.” He explained. “So, this is the form and face I’m stuck with. Although I don’t think you’re complaining.”

#jimxirons

jimxirons:

Jim had bypassed the video game phase, only able to play the shooter types on college. Between tests, exams and studying courtesy of dear old Daddy and his plans for him. He chuckled huskily, lifting his brows at the muscular blond and how interested he sounded. These days he seemed to be catnip to more and more men - it was a rather nice feeling.

“Is that so?” He asked in a soft purr, leaning to feel a rather thick bicep, looking his dark eyes over at Rex’s. “Sounds rather violent…but I can’t say I’m not interested.” In both Rex and his attitude; it was rare that man or woman was so blunt about what they were. Of course, there was always danger but Jim respected Rex’s pride.

Rex happily flexed his bicep for the other as the other man felt him up. “Of course, when it comes to my junk and other assets, I usually only manipulate the size.” He said, smirking. “But, I may need some more matter if you’re the size queen type.” He added, laughing a bit.

#jimxirons

adam-finley:

“W-What?” Adam stammered, not expecting this from the man. He was really just expecting to grab his jacket and go, since… well, his day was already a mess. He didn’t need anything more to add to it. “…What sort of interesting thing are you looking for?” The young man said with a soft, tired sigh, rubbing at his eyes tiredly.

“Well, as much as I’d like to see you strip in the middle of the shop, this is a coffee shop for metas, by metas. Let’s see some powers, cutie.” He said, eyes looking over Adam in a slightly predatory fashion.

#adam finley

jimxirons:

That was good. It allowed them to have their little moments without the cloud of ‘terrorism’ looming overhead. Jim hummed as Rex explained his power, smile constantly wide and toothy, handsome and softening his face. “How intriguing… I have an ability rather similar but sometimes I need a hand with it,” He chuckled, not even needing the dark tones to insinuate. “You’re like that villain from those old Terminator movies hmm. Are those muscles really there or just a benefit for little old me?”

“Never seen the Terminator movies. I prefer to liken it to Alex Mercer in the Prototype games.” He said. “As for the muscles, they’re all real. Why? You wanna feel? Or are you trying to find out if I can manipulate all my body parts? Because the answer is yes.”

#jimxirons

jimxirons:

Jim felt a tingle from Rex’s handshake, clenching back just as firmly. Good. Nothing worse than a limp handshake. He smiled, taking his hand back slowly and glancing overtly at it. There was the tingle of an interested touch…then there was this. “Oh of course. I’m infamous,” Jim chuckled, pleasantly surprised Rex didn’t seem to place him as a ‘terrorist’. It was refreshing not having to have that debate “Quite the handshake you have there…” He added, voice deeper, more thoughtful and purring. “Now I’m intrigued what you can do, Muscles.”

“And yet, being new to the city, I have no idea who you are.” He said, never having seen pictures of any of the Nephilim. He then chuckled as the other asked what he was capable of. “They call it Organic Manipulation. I can shape my body into anything I see fit. Blades, bludgeons, whips, you name it. I can also make my existing body parts bigger or smaller. Of course, I’m limited to keeping the same body mass I already have, though.”

#jimxirons

jimxirons:

Well played Blondie for breaching the ‘M’ topic! Jim, as always, waited for that flicker of recognition, some immediately placing him as a society proclaimed ‘terrorist’, others taking longer to reach that destination. Then there was the merry few that just saw him as a man “Well there is that handsome, better give my money to my own kind,” He smiled, taking a drink and regarding the wall of muscle opposite. Such an acceptance of his kind was refreshing. Terribly rare. “I’m Jim.” He offered his hand, still looking out for that spark just in case he needed to have that conversation.

Rex reached out and shook his hand. “Rex.” He said, giving Jim’s hand a firm shake. His powers made his skin practically crawl at every moment, and there was no doubt Jim could feel that. “So you’re one of us as well, then?”

#jimxirons

brendon-jones:

Brendon chuckled, his less of a laugh and more a combination of humor and awkwardness. “Much better,” He said, smiling despite as he shimmied past and took a seat that, basically, put him beside the blond, considerate stranger. “I didn’t expect it to be so full in here,” He added, practicing his small talk…as small as it seemed in this instance.

“Well, when you’re the only meta-run shop in town, the supremacists tend to come out in force.” He said, chuckling. “I’m Rex, by the way.”

#brendon jones

adam-finley:

It wasn’t a good day. Which was hardly a surprise, but he had been running late from classes to work. Or well, from studying. Adam thought it would’ve been a good idea to study at the cafe close to the hospital, but lost track of time, only to leave the coffee table in a flurry.

In all that rush, he had forgotten his jacket on the chair, running away from the cafe. Adam didn’t find out that he had actually left it until he was leaving work; hence his scatterbrained manner. So, here he was, praying that his jacket was still there where he had left it.

Sitting in his original seat was a rather fit, blonde man, sipping away at his coffee and looking around. Stepping up to him awkwardly, Adam gestured at his jacket still on the back of the chair. “…I left my jacket here, sorry.”

Rex looked up at the other as he spoke. “I noticed. It’s a nice jacket. Too bad, seeing the original owner, it probably won’t fit me.” He said, chuckling. “But, if you can show me something interesting, I may just give it back to you.” He said, his meta-supremacy coming out in full-force today. Normally, he’d be at least a little sympathetic to the humans, but today was not one of those days.

#adam finley

jimxirons:

“As much as I’m very adaptable I’m not quite up to the point of sitting on the floor,” Jim smiled, taking a seat opposite the blond man who seemed to be doing his absolute best to resemble a Gladiator from Grecian legend. Was that amount of sheer muscle really necessary, not that it was bad at all. “Apologies but there must be some coffee shortage everywhere else,” He chuckled, glancing at the café around them, and how packed it was. “You don’t mind do you?”

“Go for it.” He said. He’d gesture to the chair if it wasn’t already being sat in. He licked some coffee off his lips and looked to the rest of the shop. “Well, I only ever get my coffee here, since it’s the only place run by metas.” He said, grinning back at the other.

#jimxirons

brendon-jones:

“Oh, ahm…I’m just trying to get by,” Brendon replied, pointing with his free hand to the table opposite the blond, sizable stranger. Apparently trying to slide between the two chairs had been an overestimation of his abilities. And body girth.

The blond chuckled and scooted his chair in a little. “Happy?” He asked, smirking up at him.

#brendon jones

mari-golde:

“That’s very true,” she admitted, following his gaze. This was a glimpse of their vision. Metas controlling everything and living in the open. Humans did not scare her and she didn’t think they were a threat to metas at all. But she also recognized that other metas had been suppressed so long they forgot how powerful they actually were. It was really what angered her the most. The pests had actually convinced some of the most powerful race on the earth that they weren’t…and they’d pay for it. Her eyes stayed on the barista but she continued, “They do occasionally. Ever since Moxxi secured her place right in the humans’ pockets they’ve been sending over some of their pets that anger them. They are much more fun to fight. Actually a challenge…sometimes.”

Rex looked back at the woman and smiled softly. “I may have to pay Moxxi a visit sometime then.” He said, taking another casual sip of his coffee. “I’m always up for a nice human to sink my claws into.” He added, grinning wide.

#mari golde

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