Наталія

I WILL KILL YOU AND EAT YOU RAW. natalia kozel-vaughan || aka zroya || 30 || intuitive aptitude + electrokinesis [mun: evelyn, GMT-4, 18+]

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Sometimes, more often than she’d like to admit, Natalia had nightmares. Usually, they were of Dani and the kids, but they could also be related to her life from Ukraine. In either case, she avoided thinking about it.

Which is why she was now sitting by herself in the dark kitchen, drinking bourbon out of a coffee mug, her crutches set right on top of the table, the prosthetic nowhere to be seen.

Footsteps approached. Natalia only looked up when they came to a stop by the kitchen door.

[cfmagneto]

It may not be what anyone expected, but Erik accepted the offer to come teach at the school. He isn’t sure what that will be just yet, but nonetheless he was here. His feet taking him through the halls, and if these walls could talk then they would have so much to say. He made plenty of memories here already, and he does care about this place. He never would have thought that he’d find his way back here, but Raven was able to convince him. Erik stopped in the middle of one of the hallways while he was lost in thought. It wasn’t until he felt a pair of eyes on him that he turned to look. “What?”

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Seeing Lensherr here came as a surprise. especially given how she assumed things were standing between him and Xavier. Nonetheless, she was glad he was here. The next time she felt like killing a Neo-Nazi, it’d be nice to have company.

Then he turned around. Oops. Maybe she’d been staring. “Your tag’s sticking out of your shirt”, was her flat reply.

[cosmxcradiated]

Ophelia watches a little boy she recognizes from the school run past her, nearly knocking her over. She smiles though, it didn’t bother her when kids were rambunctious. She’d done more than her share raising her siblings, and Isla was a bundle of energy. Up ahead she spots the sign in front of a little alcove, telling her the snack machines were near. She shakes the change in her palm, listening to it jingle as she steps up to one of the machines and taps her chin. “Who charges three dollars for a bag of Cheez-Its?” she asks the other person perusing their options.

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Natalia rarely, if ever, had her shit together, but on most days she was at least functional. This, unfortunately, was not one of those days. Of course depression had to hit her like puberty did, leaving her standing in front of a snack machine, wearing her pajamas, hair done up in a messy bun (and a truly messy one, not the ‘messy bun hairdos’ white girls posted pictures of in Pinterest and Instagram) and trying not to cry at the sight of a Skittles.

Gittel had loved Skittles, but she only wanted the green ones. Green was her favorite color. She’d pretend she actually wanted the whole Skittles, then eat away the greens and stall on eating the rest. 

A kid ran down the hallway, breaking Nat’s heart all over again. Her eyes stung, she reached a hand up to rub them. Someone spoke next to her, then, startling her. When Nat looked up, she recognized Ophelia from the Institute. 

“Huh?” Nat turned her gaze to where Ophelia’s was. “Oh. God, yeah. I know. It doesn’t even taste good. We gave those to our son as snacks and he fed them to the dog for weeks before we caught on.”

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cfmagneto:

His gaze observes the stranger in his room, trying to figure out what her intentions were. His hands clench into fists at the mention of what organizations would be attending. 

“What is your name?” Erik asks before addressing anything else. He was trying to make this trip a peaceful one, but he steps into the room. “Those organizations have no place in attending. They must be blind if they don’t realize what they believe in, but even if they do know it proves what I already know. The Humans won’t ever care about Mutants.” Erik never believed for a second that it will go well, but he’s going to try listening to what they say.

Natalia’s gaze flicked briefly to Lensherr’s hands, balled up at his sides. Far less than she’d been expecting, than she’d been ready for. 

“Kozel.” Her voice was neutral, devoid of any emotion. The way she showed fear to anyone, “Natalia Kozel.” Bond, James Bond, her son’s voice spoke in her head, a tiny toy gun in his hands as hid behind a wall, only the top of his head visible as he checked the hallway for ‘the bad guys’ - his sister and his moms.

Not now, Natalia told herself, forcing the memory away. “Maybe not as a whole. But that’s not what I’m here to discuss. Neo-Nazis will attend, and lose their lives, with or without your help. I was hoping I’d have a partner.”

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cfmagneto:

Once Erik arrived back at his own room, discovering someone else inside waiting for him. The list of those that was aware of his presence in the hotel was limited, and the woman sitting on his bed was a stranger to him. It takes a swift lift of his finger to raise one of the knives in the room, as if it was instinct. He steps closer, not afraid of anyone. “Who are you? What are you doing here? Explain yourself.” He’s almost demanding the information. 

The knife is lowered back onto the table though, deciding that might have been too much for what this situation might be. It wasn’t like he was defenseless standing there. He can see that she has made herself comfortable by the beer in her hand. “I presume this is important for you to have broken in here.”

A single knife? This was already going better than what she’d been expecting. Natalia just looked at him evenly, turning the beer bottle in her hands.

“There will be a lot of people in the Summit tomorrow”, she began calmly. “A lot of organizations manifesting either in favor or against it. Including Neo-Nazi groups. I want - and I will - kill at least some of them. Will you help me?”

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@cfmagneto

Natalia was no idiot, so of course she knew who Erik Lensherr was, and a man like him did not walk into the same building as she without her knowing.

It was a good thing he was here. They had a lot to talk about. Not that he knew about it.

Hence her lurking in his hotel room, waiting for him to come back. This was not a conversation they could have anywhere, certainly not in a hotel full of mutants in Washington during the summit for the MRA. So she helped herself to one of the beers from his minifridge and waited, sitting on his bed. In order to give her stump a break and (hopefully) make him less inclined to try to kill her on sight, her prosthetic was off, stretched out across her lap.

When the door finally opened, she spoke up, “Don’t lose your shit.” 

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osmosxs:

Anna nods in agreement. She’d only known Charles this past year and she knew he would do anything to protect his students. No matter how long they’d been with him, or how brief, if they were under his wing then he loved them like his own children. She’d seen that love in action, and what it could do for these kids. She wished she had something like that growing up, probably would have saved her a lot of trouble.

“An’ if things take a turn for tha worse,” she says with a hum. “We’ll be there too.” She looks over the kids as the bus comes to a stop and rubs her hands together before pulling on her gloves. “Ah hear we’re bunking ta’gether.”

“Oh.” Sucks to be you, Natalia wanted to say, but didn’t, knowing it would come out self-depreciative or as an invitation to be told otherwise, when it was meant to be neither, nothing beyond a factual observation. She had nightmares - not the sit-up-in-your-bed-screaming kind, nothing that dramatic, but... they were there, and they were just noisy enough to wake someone up. “I’m stacking the mini-fridge with beer, just so you know", she said instead, rolling up her pantleg to have access to her stump and attach the prosthetic.

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mistressxfmagnetism:

“If this passes, it’s not gonna be me that’s screwed. It’ll be anyone who tries to force me.”

“I like the way you think. But don’t fool yourself - it’ll be a matter of time until they find out how to work around your abilities.”

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shadowxdflame:

“I’ve dealt with worse. I’ve been called cockroach before. Besides, it’s not like the government’s ever helped me up to now.”

“That may be, but... You need a backup plan. We all do.” God knows Natalia had a backup plan to her backup plan to her backup plan, partially because she used to have people she’d need to protect, if the event of her losing her individual liberties arose. Jewish, mutant and and an immigrant - she wasn’t exactly America’s sweetheart.

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le-voleur:

“Oh, I wouldn’ be so sure ‘bout that.” Remy chuckled. “You oughta see what some of these kids do ta get out of essays.”

“No, I know. They all need to up their sneaking game. When I took this job as security, I thought I’d be keeping people from getting in, not out."

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osmosxs:

Anna huffs a laugh, watching the trees pass as the bus rattles on. “Ah’m like a cockroach,” she disagrees with a shrug like it doesn’t need more explaining. “If this thing passes, ah say it’s high time ta move ta Canada.”

Natalia already owned an apartment in Canada, in case she did end up needing to flee the country – and another one in Mexico, for good measure. “You bet. But I’m pretty sure Xavier will do whatever he can to protect his students, if things take a turn for the worse.” 

And Natalia would be right behind him. Some of these students didn’t even have their driver’s license yet. They couldn’t defend themselves, shouldn’t have to. Even thinking about what could happen to them if the MRA passed made her stomach turn, her heart clench.

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“Oh, I’m not worried about me. I’m Jewish - I’ve got survival all over my DNA. But if this thing passes? The rest of you are screwed.”

[krvkcn]

The first thing Warren realizes when he sits down on the bus was how uncomfortable it was. If anything only he might feel that way considering he has a pair of feathered wings with a significantly large wingspan. He reminds himself that he will get  to stretch them when they get to their destination. Warren has decided to try and go without hiding them under his clothes, so he left the leather straps back at the mansion. His gaze shifted away from the window, and his attention is focused on someone else. “Do you think we’re almost there?”

[natkozel-blog]

What was this kid’s name? Ward? Wally? There was a W there, Natalia was sure. “We better be, because I’ve been wanting to pee for the last 20 kilometers, and I really don’t want to go at the gas station. Also, I ran out of beer.”

And her back was hurting. And her ass, by now, had to be as flattened as Syrian bread. These things were not made to be comfortable, but at least, she only needed half the leg space: one of them was firmly attached to her hip, while her prosthetic one had been stored underneath the seat. 

[spiderdna]

Climbing onto a bus to go somewhere was pretty usual for Peter. At his last school, he went on field trips all the time because of his academic status and after school activities. Now, he was pretty excited to get close to home. For once, he’d actually be able to fight crime in the daytime if he could get away from his class. The look he was getting from Professor X said it all though, but Peter couldn’t keep himself from thinking about running off to save the day. He didn’t want anyone to know him, and signing his name on a paper along with his superhero name didn’t sound appealing at all. Just as he was about to pull up his headphones, he decided to talk to someone else to get his mind off of swinging in the streets. “Hey, so this is gonna take… at least an hour, right?”

[natkozel-blog]

Once Natalia had sat down, she stretched her legs out in front of her as much as she could - which wasn’t a lot. Without an ounce of the shame able-bodied people would expect from her, Nat undid the straps to remove her prosthetic, then stood up again on her remaining leg to store it above her seat. Finally, she sat down again, retrieving a can of beer for her bag. When she was halfway done with it, she heard one of the students addressing her - Parker. His first name started with a P, too. “At least", Natalia agreed. “Hope your phone’s fully charged, kid.”

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