Psychic Butterfly

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Being a former gymnast came in handy for certain training sessions. Rogue let his thick curls bounce as he raised his right leg. Slowly but surely, his foot pressed up against the wall and he leaned on it to stretch out his legs. “Ah’ can go on all day if that’s what yer’ looking for.” He doesn’t know what it takes to be a telepath, or a telepathic fighter, but he did know what it was like to push yourself mentally. Rogue had to make sure he didn’t exert his powers to the point of passing out, but that mean seeing what his limits were. “Good thing tha’ team has people like us then.” He winked over at Zandy before putting his foot back down. Then he grabbed two swords and twirled them a bit in his hands. “How do rewards get split for ties again? My mind’s a lil’ rusty.”

“Generally?” Zandy questions, dabbing the sweat away from his brow. The bunched towel dives just beneath the open neckline of his tank top, and he removes the moisture building between his pecs. If there was one thing he didn’t need, it was extra perspiration resting just beneath the muscle line to be absorbed into the fabric. He grinned at Rogue, drawing his feet back to center. “Danger usually calculates the difference and splits them appropriately. This will be added to either the score from the day or a record that can be carried forward. It’s all above my head, really. But! It is wicked.” Zandy grinned as he gestured, opts to pass on the physical swords. He needed to practice constructing them out of raw energy to further push his endurance. “Good  and bad. Means we have to look good while lifting all the weight.” He programs the Danger Room for a quick sparring session. “Do we want to spar with the addition of hardlight adds for difficulty?” 

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What are the pros and cons to your mutation?

The pros of my mutation is that once you believe you've met danger and overcame it, I'll always be five steps ahead, above, and around you. I'm literally the psionic they call to be the clean-up crew. I'm precise and accurate at the same time. I can extract information in more than one way, whether I'm forcing it out of you or letting you freely give me what I ask for. It allows me to achieve limits that I used to struggle to meet. The cons, I get to absorb all of that pain and trauma. I get to watch some experience their last few moments conscious. I get to unveil the bad things that you have done, and I get to take that home with me and lose sleep because all of that junk is in my mind. I get to know every little dirty thing your mind may think of me. Even what you think in public. Every mental footprint you leave, I get to experience them all. Sometimes I get to walk in your shoes for a day and still have to remain aware of my own consciousness. I killed the one person who may have understood me most.

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Name three people that you hold most respect for?

"Before I even single one person out, I'll have to say my brother Brian. The bloody man is Captain Britain. He deals with more than we'll ever know. Second person I'll have to say is Kwannon. There's been alot of conflict between us. I made a vow to him and I won't let him down. Even in death. Third could be a toss up for anyone, but X-Force would just have to be slid into that place. They've endured a lot by my side, and I wouldn't trade them in. Shit's gotten ugly, and they've crawled through it with me."

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What is the hottest superpower someone has used during sex with you?

"None. At the end of the day, when/if I'm vulnerable enough to engage in sex with you, I want to be secure enough to just be myself."

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if you had to describe what the perfect man looks like, what would you say?

"There is no such thing as perfect. Imperfects are what make men beautiful. I believe the most sought after thing would be a man who knows he is flawed, but works to empower himself by either working with or finding ways to turn them into strengths. He isn't afraid to tell me he's struggling. But he knows how to make me crumble beneath his mighty hands. Knows when to be delicate and when to take what he wants. Someone who'll guard my vulnerabilities with his life and will never use that against me."

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top 3 turn ons?

"Roughness. Great hands. Possessiveness at the moment of interaction."

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I suppose I have a moment to do a round

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Was he a glutton for pain? It was an interesting observation, a theory that Rhys probably had not even considered himself. In a way, his behaviour certainly was somewhat self-destructive. It was by far not the first time his recklessness had gotten him in trouble, and even though he usually tried to back out of danger when he got too deep into a mess… he still kept doing things like this, again and again. Poking the bear, stoking the flame. Maybe he actually was seeking out the trouble, maybe he wasn’t just risking to get hurt, but actively encouraging it. “I complimented you, I apologized… What more do you want?”, Rhys asked with a frown, swallowing as he felt slight traces of sweat forming on his forehead. He was getting nervous, that much was clear. “What are…” He wasn’t even sure where to look. The placement of the dagger was of course drawing his eyes, and yet the butterflies also diverted his attention. Rhys was so focused on them, he expected anything, but not the other man suddenly lunging at him. “Woah!” Part of him startled, his body instinctively trying to teleport ouf of danger, though his lack of control didn’t make it quite work as intended. Instead, he appeared to blink out of the room for barely a moment, just a split second before reappearing in the exact same spot, arms raised in front of his face for protection.

Game. On. Zandy’s attempt to distract him worked, but it didn’t allow his direct assault to be a success. What was once the spot where Rhys stood was void. He hadn’t even placed a finger on him, and he was gone. The forward motion kept his momentum. That same instance, he’d return. Again, glutton. He was looking for more trouble than he was going to get more than he could handle. Zandy sighed, releasing the manifestation and placed hands to his hips. Teleporters were quick, but Zandy could push himself to be a little faster. Infusing himself with telekinetic force, he dropped to the ground. A sweeping motion would clip Rhys’ ankles, causing him to lose his footing. Before he’d even smack the ground, Zandy would’ve held him above the floor by grabbing hold of his shirt. If he failed, he’d just have to deal with the teleporting. “You mentioned all these things you’ve done but you still haven’t even exited the room and knocked. Manners.” Zandy tilts his head. “You returned like you were going to be given some sort of surprise or a token. Try a different room since your trying to be bloody voyeuristic. Have you gone mad?” . 

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As much as Rhys liked a thrill, at times getting closer to danger than would’ve been wise for him, he wasn’t so oblivious as not to notice the threat in the other’s glare. Gosh, people in this place were tense, and the teleporter was still not quite used to that. He was quite the opposite, often taking things a bit too lightly, and while he knew that was sometimes not appreciated - especially by the teachers - he wasn’t quite used to a reaction like this. “Calm down, relaaax… Take a breath! I’m joking”, he insisted, as if his cheeky and blunt words had been obviously not meant to be taken seriously. Of course in reality, Rhys wouldn’t have complained if the other had indeed followed through with undressing in front of him. “I don’t think some random adult film can quite live up to you”, he responded with a wink, cautiously backing up in case the compliment was not received well either. “Really though, I don’t mind leaving again, but hey, I didn’t mean to get you this mad. I’m sorry, alright?”

“Manners. You may have found a place to rest, but there are still doors that you just don’t walk through without invitation.” Some were a glutton for pain. He identified with so many of them. Maybe Rhys was just out seeking to get his fill. Elizander approaches. He was slow. The psionic construct radiant with pure energy originating from thought. It’s structure casting a gentle light upon Zandy’s body as he sinks to his side. The fine point still angled at him. “Hmm. I don’t think your compliment will get you out of the thick of it.” Since they were going to play games, Zandy just toys with him. Butterflies began to flutter. First they seemed to dance from the flooring, and they began to sway around the room. It was the easiest distraction in the book. His gaze hardened as he grinned. The placement of the dagger was also used to be a decoy. It rests just beneath the line of his thong to lure his attention. When he anticipated Rhys’ slip, he lunged for the mutant. 

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WHEN DID HE BECOME SUCH A BORE? Looking back, Emmet had been the undisputed White King of the Hellfire Club. Sure – he had been a dancer before Sebastian took a liking of him and his telepathy but it was not something most people would be able to achieve. He could have the whole world at his feet and yet… teaching students that deserved the occasional psychic lash and had utterly no respect whatsoever for what it meant to be a mutant – some thought it was just cool – made him often reconsider his position as a teacher. But he did loved to teach. Offer others the chances he didn’t have – learn how to control their powers with support rather than telepathically siphoning someone’s knowledge right through their head. “I don’t remember reading anything about me being unable to drink because I’m part of the faculty, darling.” Emmet’s head turned towards Zandy, his attention on how tight the other man was wrapping the bandages around his wrists. Extra protection to avoid bruising those pretty little fingers of his. “Tell you what, dear. You look like you want to punch something and I need a distraction from less proper thoughts regarding proper education.” Slowly, Emmet stood from his position and began to unbutton his shirt – the flawless skin he took such great care for slowly turning into the nearly indestructible crystalline material. “Those dolls will never pose a proper challenge. Loser pays the first round?”

“Flaw one. You’ve already presented an indestructible material, which will ONLY end up resulting in sabotage of purpose and intent that I have set for myself. Flaw two. Even if I were to augment myself with telekinetic force, it would be pointless. Flaw three. I’m not some student trying to sharpen his skills or prove a point.” Zandy’s tone was obviously pointed at Emmet who chose to grand stand. Zandy purses his lips and chooses to remain silent. They all seemed so easily manipulated. He remained level. “I’m not buying you a drink nor am I going to condone it this early in the morning. Not while someone’s on the clock.” Zandy draws one final snatch of the wrap and secures it at the wrist. If anything, he definitely wanted to feel test dummies break or bend under basic hits. And he wasn’t going to stroke the ego. “Want to fight someone? Go back and listen to Diamond.” He smirked. He looked at Emmet’s transitioned form. Now this? Quite a thing to behold, but such an immediately boring tactic. Rubs in the thought by letting little psionic butterflies float around them. “We're done or are we giving the kids a demonstration on how to create a light refraction through a prism?” 

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Eyes closed behind tired lids. Just the effort taken to seal his gaze away for a moment was paired with an overwhelming amount of strain in the corners and just behind. He paced his breathing, riding out the wave of testosterone and adrenaline. The surge of telekinetic infusion began to release, and so would the augments. In essence, it meant he’d feel more of the stimuli that he dampened and less of the perks of combining his own conditioning with his psionic hold. He was going to be reminded of the mission, and not in the way that he would’ve enjoyed. If you thought this was bad, you should see the other guy...well...guys.

“Please. Just a few more minutes.” He speaks up with his head gently resting on the tiled wall and steel lockers. He looked pretty beat up. Bruises. Cuts. They’d heal impeccably with the assistance of a stimpack and a quick visit to the Medbay. Right now. He just needed to strip off his uniform and take a hot shower. That was going to be followed by a soak in ice. “Just a few...just make sure none of the students see me.”