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Leaving
Thank you for all the wonderful times. They have meant so much to me over the year, but I am now inactive as a part of Cracksmash. I am keeping the blogs for now, but will not be interacting as an official participant of the group. Please unfollow, if you’d like.
Schooling Skrulls
Alien minds. Hard to touch.
*Quentin cracks his neck and flexes his fingers*
Yo Idie. Watch this.
*to the skrulls, it seems that the room goes dark. Then the planets, one by one, come alive. There’s screaming, and fire, and flares of light*
This is not love. This is not glory.
*The sun beneath their feet seems to burn hotter and brighter*
You do this for love? He does not care.
*one of the skrulls puts his finger to his nose and comes away trailing green blood*
*the room disappears, the planets wink out, the hostages vanish, and they are alone except for two cold blue lights somewhere out there in the darkness*
You’re such a very long way from home.
*from the outside, it looks like the skrulls start to shake- one of them drops his gun. Quentin, eyes closed, hands out, smirks*
Aaand three-two-one they’ve voided their bowels. Who’s the X-Man now?
*comes up from the floor next to a few of the hostages.
Whispers.*
Incoming rescue. Stay calm, please.
*grabs them and sinks back down into the floor. …Of course they don’t stay calm and instead choose to shrieking a bit, but they’re instantly in the clear once they make it through the surface.
Floats down to the rest of the X-Men with them as they kind of wonder how the hell they’re not dropping to the ground at that very moment.*
This is calm? You need to relax, people. If this is how you are being rescued, I wonder how you were acting up there.
*they make it to the ground and go tangible again.*
Now wait here. Once the rest of the hostages are here, I’ll lead you outside. There’ll be a purple dragon there. You’ll stay with him until you get the all-clear.
Civilian: …Purple dragon?
…There’s no time for these questions. *goes intangible and up she goes.* I’m trying to save you, just trust me!
*she’s not starry-eyed over Quentin no no she is not*
*at all*
*nonchalantly burns a skrull to death*
*Rogue and the skrull collide, and several blows are exchanged, Rogue trying to get a good angle to use the skrull-blade.*
Fighting won't save you, human--
Mutant.
What?
*headbutts the skrull, and when she sees it's still conscious, headbutts it again*
I'm a mutant.
*shakes her head as she stands up, offering her gloved hand to a man pressed up against the wall*
But I'm here to help y'all, sugar. Now go ahead on.
*the man doesn't take her hand, but nods nervously as he bolts out of the room. Two more skrulls advance and Rogue sighs.*
You're welcome.
Schooling Skrulls
*Logan pops both his claws, taking wide slash at an incoming Skrull and severing his arm - rendering him a useless, bleeding pile on the floor*
Help yerself, Rogue. Keep ‘em all busy! *he checks the status of the class and, momentarily distracted, takes a forceful energy blast to the face*
*he stumbles back a bit, growls, and flings himself claws first into a pack of Skrull*
*Quentin concentrates and five of the skrulls surrounding him soil themselves*
Attention, puny humans. This is Kid Omega of the Jean Grey School. Stay calm, your mutant overlords are dealing with the alien menace. Please head to your nearest exit in an orderly fashion and await your inevitable domination by homo superior.
To all skrulls: Your ridges are stupid and your queen had sexual relations with Fin Fang Foom. We’re in the Origins of Man Exhibit. Come get us.
*she phases back into the room, the family now safely outside and totally hanging out with Lockheed who will defend them.
And that’s when she hears the message. She gives an exasperated look and rolls her eyes.* Quire.
*SUDDENLY SKRULL FIST. Which she just barely goes intangible for with a look of shock.*
Do you mind? I am trying to save people!
*The skrull has stumbled through her, more or less, confused. So while his back is turned on her, she delivers some hits. It’s not incredibly effective, but it drops the skrull to the ground which slows it down if anything.*
I need to get something to fight with… Just in case.
Civilian: Get back! Leave us alone! Hey!
Later! Fight later, rescue now!
*goes incorporeal and rushes over to their aid.*
*gets Quentin’s message, and shakes her head, before returning her attention to skrulls*
I’m sorry, Professor Logan, I’ll be careful—*starts shifting temperatures, her hands sprouting flames, and fires at a skrull*
Gotcha, Logan! *lays her hand on his forearm before he launches himself at the skrulls, shakes her head, blinking hard. She's done her best to share only the healing factor and fighting knowledge, but she still looks a bit skrull-y*
*goes for the nearest skrull, who is now menacing the civilian who was screaming about her before. She uses the skrull's weapon making ability to form a blade at the end of one arm as she takes a full blast to the chest. Grimacing, she ignores the pain and drives the blade into the skrull's chest.*
The message you heard ain't worded quite right, but part of it's right, lady. Run to the nearest exit, we'll handle this.
*the woman runs while another skrull punches Rogue in the face. She scowls and leaps at it.*
Schooling Skrulls
*The JGS for Higher Learning have been out on a field trip today, exploring the wealth of knowledge stored within the walls of the Museum of Natural History. Unfortunately, this also coincides with The Great Skrull Reveal (tm)*
*Headmaster Logan is trailing behind the class as they move from exhibition to exhibition; as they reach ‘The Origins of Man’, it is increasingly evident that a small proportion of the other visitors are not, in fact, homo sapiens*
*In fact, they’re green aliens. Violent, green aliens.*
*As the general public begin to panic and scream, Logan turns to his students with an expression bordering on disinterest*
Change of curriculum, class. Now working on Emergency situations and human relations. Staff, facilitate. Need t’get the civilians out, round up these skrull and get the place secured.
And for the love of god, don’t burn down the building - we really can’t freakin’ afford that.
*Quentin deflects a skrull aiming at him with a well-timed telekinetic shield and afflicts the alien with a sudden, crippling sense of ennui*
Joy, now we’re doing homo sapiens damage control.
Stupid pink-haired human! You will know the wrath of the skrull empire!
*Quentin scowls and gives the skrull that just spoke a severe migraine*
Call me human to my face, alien pogue!
I’m on rescue duty!
*surveys the situation, looking for the general locations of all the people in peril. The skrulls who try to attack her phase right through her. She doesn’t break her concentration.
…The skrulls are very confused and share a shrug and worried look.
Much to their surprise, Kitty takes off running- straight through them.*
Skrulls: DDDDDDD: ???????
*becomes corporeal again once reaching a small family, the children huddled behind the parents.
Gives a reassuring look to the parents and speaks mainly towards the kids.*
Hey there, wanna be part of a really cool magic trick? I’m gonna get us out of here without ever running out that door or taking the stairs.
*The kids hesitate but then nod quickly, just anticipating getting to safety. Kitty looks to the parents, who also nod quickly.*
Alright, everyone hold on.
*Taking a deep breath, Kitty sinks them all into the floor.*
*Idie wastes no time collecting herself after the initial shock, freezing the skrull nearest her*
*she attempts to keep her distance as the ice attacks don’t work as fast as she’d like, but the skrull’s movements are slowing as the ice does its work*
*frowns* Little green men. For cryin' out loud I wish this was the weirdest thing I've seen, but I live in the same buildin' as Doop.
*a skrull launches itself at her, yelling loudly; Rogue pulls her glove off and shoves her hand into its face. After a few seconds it weakens and she takes on new skrull-y look*
*a civilian takes one look at her and screams as another skrull aims to punch her. Rogue reforms her hand into a hammer and knocks him to the ground*
Yeah, this probably ain't my best plan. Hey, y'all, I need t'borrow from someone who won't make me look like the enemy!
Teacher's Lounge
*his grin gets wider* I wouldn’t be one for purloinin’ from the headmaster, cherie. Not of his special stash.
Not unless I had someone… of the right persuasion… to share it with. *slides a little closer to her*
*edges a liiiittle bit closer, trying not to smile quite as much as she is* Well, I could see my way clear to…sharin…if I am of the right persuasion for you.
*beams* I do not think you could be the wrong persuasion for any man, cherie. *reaches out one finger and holds it just a little away from her mouth, leaning forward slightly*
*aaaaand…
the bell rings for next period*
*leans in, tilting her head up just a little and then--*
*stands there for a moment, glancing up at the ceiling with an 'are you kiddin me?' look* Shoot, they're playin our song. Suppose I better head over to the gym.
Catch you later, sugar. *winks*
Teacher's Lounge
I’d say both, neh? *smirks* Logan believes he can be brought round… I say he’s halfway dere already.
At least here when he pulls pranks we are around to clear them up, neh? If he were out in the world, he would not last long. Omega or not.
*pours coffee for her and presents it to her with a flourish* Finest brew for the prettiest lady in the room. Made wit’ amour, cherie.
*sips his and makes a face* Peut-être pas assez.
The stuff he does here…it ain’t real trouble. If he wanted to cause the real deal, he sure as hell could. Like you said, they’re pranks. *stares down at her yogurt* I think he’ll come ‘round. Eventually.
Probably won’t do much for his tetchy attitude, but hey, we can’t all be bundles of sunshine. *grins*
*sticks the spoon in her yogurt and grabs the coffee with her free hand, and a slight bow of her head* Much obliged, Remy. *laughs* Winnin by default ain’t exactly much of a win, though.
*takes a sip, her face remains the same* Well, they do say it takes time to brew.
We both of us had our fair share of trouble before now. Enough to know good chances when they come our way. I tried to tell him that, I do hope he listens with something other than teenage resentment.
*sighs* Too true. The best brews take the longest. *his eyes twinkle at her over the cup*
Unfortunately in the grand tradition of schools everywhere the coffee here is merde absolue.
C’est la vie. *spreads his hands* I can only work with what I am given.
Some folk need to hit their head against that wall a few times until they figure out the door was right next to them. Might be too proud to say it out loud, but if he sticks to stuff like spellin out swears with the cafeteria tater tots, I’d say it got through.
*winks as she takes another sip* Taste the best, long as you keep proper eye on em.
Two immutable rules of school: bland coffee and terrible lightin.
Hmm…with what you’re given…*inclines her head to the cabinet in the corner* I think I might of seen some of Logan’s stash in there the other day. Doop already got to about half of it. Logan’s got fine taste for…coffee, is all I’m sayin. *gives him a mock innocent smile*
*his grin gets wider* I wouldn’t be one for purloinin’ from the headmaster, cherie. Not of his special stash.
Not unless I had someone… of the right persuasion… to share it with. *slides a little closer to her*
*edges a liiiittle bit closer, trying not to smile quite as much as she is* Well, I could see my way clear to...sharin...if I am of the right persuasion for you.
Teacher's Lounge
I’d say both, neh? *smirks* Logan believes he can be brought round… I say he’s halfway dere already.
At least here when he pulls pranks we are around to clear them up, neh? If he were out in the world, he would not last long. Omega or not.
*pours coffee for her and presents it to her with a flourish* Finest brew for the prettiest lady in the room. Made wit’ amour, cherie.
*sips his and makes a face* Peut-être pas assez.
The stuff he does here…it ain’t real trouble. If he wanted to cause the real deal, he sure as hell could. Like you said, they’re pranks. *stares down at her yogurt* I think he’ll come ‘round. Eventually.
Probably won’t do much for his tetchy attitude, but hey, we can’t all be bundles of sunshine. *grins*
*sticks the spoon in her yogurt and grabs the coffee with her free hand, and a slight bow of her head* Much obliged, Remy. *laughs* Winnin by default ain’t exactly much of a win, though.
*takes a sip, her face remains the same* Well, they do say it takes time to brew.
We both of us had our fair share of trouble before now. Enough to know good chances when they come our way. I tried to tell him that, I do hope he listens with something other than teenage resentment.
*sighs* Too true. The best brews take the longest. *his eyes twinkle at her over the cup*
Unfortunately in the grand tradition of schools everywhere the coffee here is merde absolue.
C’est la vie. *spreads his hands* I can only work with what I am given.
Some folk need to hit their head against that wall a few times until they figure out the door was right next to them. Might be too proud to say it out loud, but if he sticks to stuff like spellin out swears with the cafeteria tater tots, I'd say it got through.
*winks as she takes another sip* Taste the best, long as you keep proper eye on em.
Two immutable rules of school: bland coffee and terrible lightin.
Hmm...with what you're given...*inclines her head to the cabinet in the corner* I think I might of seen some of Logan's stash in there the other day. Doop already got to about half of it. Logan's got fine taste for...coffee, is all I'm sayin. *gives him a mock innocent smile*
Teacher's Lounge
Oh, I ain’t hungry, Cherie. *winks* Just came by for coffee and company. *grins at her and unfolds his arms, walking over to the coffee machine*
Can I make a lady something to drink?
*smirks* Well, you ain’t gonna be short on either here.
*searches through the drawers for a spoon and when she finds it she turns around and leans against the counter, opening the container of yogurt* Thanks. Go ahead on then. Can’t say no to a little midday pick-me-up. *smiles*
*starts making some coffee, possibly standing a leeetle bit closer to her than is strictly necessary* Les enfants not giving you trouble, I hope? Krakoa spouted lava all over the physics room dis mornin’ - had to move class outside.
I think Quire has recruited ‘im for mischievous purposes.
Not this mornin, at least. *stirs up the yogurt* Quire tried to start a riot in Linguistics the other week; think he got Okonkwo to light Glob on fire and then everyone was standin on their desks.
*takes a bite* Ain’t surprised he’s managed to get Krakoa to help him out. Kid’s persuasive, even when he ain’t usin his powers. Persuasive or dogged, take your pick.
I’d say both, neh? *smirks* Logan believes he can be brought round… I say he’s halfway dere already.
At least here when he pulls pranks we are around to clear them up, neh? If he were out in the world, he would not last long. Omega or not.
*pours coffee for her and presents it to her with a flourish* Finest brew for the prettiest lady in the room. Made wit’ amour, cherie.
*sips his and makes a face* Peut-être pas assez.
The stuff he does here...it ain't real trouble. If he wanted to cause the real deal, he sure as hell could. Like you said, they're pranks. *stares down at her yogurt* I think he'll come 'round. Eventually.
Probably won't do much for his tetchy attitude, but hey, we can't all be bundles of sunshine. *grins*
*sticks the spoon in her yogurt and grabs the coffee with her free hand, and a slight bow of her head* Much obliged, Remy. *laughs* Winnin by default ain't exactly much of a win, though.
*takes a sip, her face remains the same* Well, they do say it takes time to brew.
Teacher's Lounge
Oh, I ain’t hungry, Cherie. *winks* Just came by for coffee and company. *grins at her and unfolds his arms, walking over to the coffee machine*
Can I make a lady something to drink?
*smirks* Well, you ain’t gonna be short on either here.
*searches through the drawers for a spoon and when she finds it she turns around and leans against the counter, opening the container of yogurt* Thanks. Go ahead on then. Can’t say no to a little midday pick-me-up. *smiles*
*starts making some coffee, possibly standing a leeetle bit closer to her than is strictly necessary* Les enfants not giving you trouble, I hope? Krakoa spouted lava all over the physics room dis mornin’ - had to move class outside.
I think Quire has recruited ‘im for mischievous purposes.
Not this mornin, at least. *stirs up the yogurt* Quire tried to start a riot in Linguistics the other week; think he got Okonkwo to light Glob on fire and then everyone was standin on their desks.
*takes a bite* Ain't surprised he's managed to get Krakoa to help him out. Kid's persuasive, even when he ain't usin his powers. Persuasive or dogged, take your pick.
Teacher's Lounge
*Finding herself in between classes, Rogue decides to take her break in the lounge. Spring is still taking its sweet time showing up, so taking a break outside just doesn’t quite have the appeal yet.*
*She roots around in the teacher’s fridge, muttering.*
He ate it! That little green floatin jerk ate my lunch. That’s it, I’m gonna give Logan a piece of my mind on him. Ghostbuster’s reject, I clearly wrote my name on that…
*Remy leans on the doorframe, arms folded* *he opens his mouth to say something, but changes his mind, wondering how long he can enjoy the view before she notices*
*spends another long few moments searching for something that’s both edible and not already labeled*
Ugh, seriously McCoy? Eat your damn food, that is rancid.
*eventually emerges with a small yogurt that possibly has Bobby’s name on it, but well it’s smudged so we’re gonna go with that no one has laid claim on it. When she turns around she startles for a moment before giving Remy a look of amused admonition.*
If you needed to take stock of the fridge, all you had to do was ask.
Oh, I ain’t hungry, Cherie. *winks* Just came by for coffee and company. *grins at her and unfolds his arms, walking over to the coffee machine*
Can I make a lady something to drink?
*smirks* Well, you ain't gonna be short on either here.
*searches through the drawers for a spoon and when she finds it she turns around and leans against the counter, opening the container of yogurt* Thanks. Go ahead on then. Can't say no to a little midday pick-me-up. *smiles*
Teacher's Lounge
*Finding herself in between classes, Rogue decides to take her break in the lounge. Spring is still taking its sweet time showing up, so taking a break outside just doesn’t quite have the appeal yet.*
*She roots around in the teacher’s fridge, muttering.*
He ate it! That little green floatin jerk ate my lunch. That’s it, I’m gonna give Logan a piece of my mind on him. Ghostbuster’s reject, I clearly wrote my name on that…
*Remy leans on the doorframe, arms folded* *he opens his mouth to say something, but changes his mind, wondering how long he can enjoy the view before she notices*
*spends another long few moments searching for something that's both edible and not already labeled*
Ugh, seriously McCoy? Eat your damn food, that is rancid.
*eventually emerges with a small yogurt that possibly has Bobby's name on it, but well it's smudged so we're gonna go with that no one has laid claim on it. When she turns around she startles for a moment before giving Remy a look of amused admonition.*
If you needed to take stock of the fridge, all you had to do was ask.
Teacher's Lounge
*Finding herself in between classes, Rogue decides to take her break in the lounge. Spring is still taking its sweet time showing up, so taking a break outside just doesn't quite have the appeal yet.*
*She roots around in the teacher's fridge, muttering.*
He ate it! That little green floatin jerk ate my lunch. That's it, I'm gonna give Logan a piece of my mind on him. Ghostbuster's reject, I clearly wrote my name on that...
Linguistics Class
*smiles at Quentin* Come on. It will be a good penance.
*follows the other students outside*
*smiles smugly* Nope. Sorry, Cotton Candy, you gotta learn how to learn to manage without em. You’d be surprised how often that comes up.
Not to worry, y’all, this’ll be good fun.
The second I get my powers back I’m lobotomising you all. Or myself. Whichever causes the inanity to end.
*curiously* Professor Rogue, is it possible for you to take powers for good?
*nods, becoming subdued* Hang on too long and yeah, their powers would be mine permanently. Problem is, so would their mind. Personality. It gets crowded up in here as it is when I take em temporarily.
And the person I took em from wouldn't survive. It ain't a way I'd recommend goin.
Linguistics Class
*smiles* I’ll notify the cafeteria of your upcomin revolution because there weren’t enough hot dogs for your likin. You’ll have the school shakin in their boots in no time, Pinkie Pie.
*her gaze shifts to Idie, softening considerably* No real harm done, sugar. *winks, lowering her voice* That doll is mighty cute.
Alright, class, let’s—*looks out over the rest of the room, seeing the students in various amounts of disarray and half covered in foam, she sighs and shrugs* Hell with it. C’mon, y’all, think we’re all gonna go stir crazy if we stay in here any longer.
*strides over to her desk and picks up her textbook*
We’re havin the rest o’ the class outside. We wrap up early and we can have a nice lil’ game o’ bombardment.
*deflates a bit, climbs off his desk*
Whatever. Anything for a bit of physical violence, huh, Rogue?
*stands back up, picking up her*
What sort of game is bombardment?
*grins* Properly channeled, kid. You shoulda seen me when I were your age. I was a right terror.
*crosses the room, opening the door for the students to file out*
Bombardment’s…a lot like dodge ball. You throw them at your opponent, yellin bombardment! Much better way to burn off all that extra sizzle we got goin on.
*huffs foam off his face*
Charming. Can the currently non-powered student sit this one out?
*smiles at Quentin* Come on. It will be a good penance.
*follows the other students outside*
*smiles smugly* Nope. Sorry, Cotton Candy, you gotta learn how to learn to manage without em. You'd be surprised how often that comes up.
Not to worry, y'all, this'll be good fun.
Linguistics Class
*smiles* I’ll notify the cafeteria of your upcomin revolution because there weren’t enough hot dogs for your likin. You’ll have the school shakin in their boots in no time, Pinkie Pie.
*her gaze shifts to Idie, softening considerably* No real harm done, sugar. *winks, lowering her voice* That doll is mighty cute.
Alright, class, let’s—*looks out over the rest of the room, seeing the students in various amounts of disarray and half covered in foam, she sighs and shrugs* Hell with it. C’mon, y’all, think we’re all gonna go stir crazy if we stay in here any longer.
*strides over to her desk and picks up her textbook*
We’re havin the rest o’ the class outside. We wrap up early and we can have a nice lil’ game o’ bombardment.
*deflates a bit, climbs off his desk*
Whatever. Anything for a bit of physical violence, huh, Rogue?
*stands back up, picking up her*
What sort of game is bombardment?
*grins* Properly channeled, kid. You shoulda seen me when I were your age. I was a right terror.
*crosses the room, opening the door for the students to file out*
Bombardment's...a lot like dodge ball. You throw them at your opponent, yellin bombardment! Much better way to burn off all that extra sizzle we got goin on.
Linguistics Class
*Quentin makes an ‘urk’ noise as Rogue drains his powers, swaying on the spot a little*
Foul play! I’m going to report you to the Board of Education! This whole damn system is out of order!
*as he loses powers, the telepathic suggestion ceases; Idie reconsiders her actions, and stops shouting*
*it’s too a bit too chaotic to just resume her seat just yet, though*
*speaks telepathically to everyone in the classroom*
I want all y’all to take a nice deep calmin breath, get off your desks, and sit back down. Or gym’ll start a lot quicker the whole lot o’ you.
*looks between Idie and Quentin, shaking her head*
And you two. Yeah, causin a ruckus, great fun, you sure showed me, so on and such—you’re both gettin detention. *pauses* Glob too.
*glares at Rogue, feeling a little silly as the rest of the class calms down*
This is just a foretaste of what’s to come, skunk streak.
*quickly retakes her seat, looking appropriately remorseful*
I apologize, Professor Rogue.
*smiles* I'll notify the cafeteria of your upcomin revolution because there weren't enough hot dogs for your likin. You'll have the school shakin in their boots in no time, Pinkie Pie.
*her gaze shifts to Idie, softening considerably* No real harm done, sugar. *winks, lowering her voice* That doll is mighty cute.
Alright, class, let's--*looks out over the rest of the room, seeing the students in various amounts of disarray and half covered in foam, she sighs and shrugs* Hell with it. C'mon, y'all, think we're all gonna go stir crazy if we stay in here any longer.
*strides over to her desk and picks up her textbook*
We're havin the rest o' the class outside. We wrap up early and we can have a nice lil' game o' bombardment.
Linguistics Class
*Quentin makes an ‘urk’ noise as Rogue drains his powers, swaying on the spot a little*
Foul play! I’m going to report you to the Board of Education! This whole damn system is out of order!
*as he loses powers, the telepathic suggestion ceases; Idie reconsiders her actions, and stops shouting*
*it’s too a bit too chaotic to just resume her seat just yet, though*
*speaks telepathically to everyone in the classroom*
I want all y'all to take a nice deep calmin breath, get off your desks, and sit back down. Or gym'll start a lot quicker the whole lot o' you.
*looks between Idie and Quentin, shaking her head*
And you two. Yeah, causin a ruckus, great fun, you sure showed me, so on and such--you're both gettin detention. *pauses* Glob too.
