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[chasingtides423]

Where There Is Desire There Is Gonna Be A Flame~

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Prophet’s history with the White King or White Prince, whatever Emery went by these days was complicated to say the least. From the very beginning they stood on opposite lines co-existing only as enemies. With Prophet’s gift of foreseeing, as of late his visions were able to predict Emery’s actions. A small faction of the X-men showed up each time and Prophet stood confident staring down the blonde each time knowing full well it was getting under his skin. He himself got chills (in which he convinced himself it was out of disgust) when Emery’s thoughts would pass through his mind.

After a few nights of continuous dreams, the Pyrokinetic psionic mutant warned Xavier about Emery Frost’s next attack which led the small team to a group of warehouses. During one of the fights almost a month ago, someone from the opposing team had dropped a locket. Charlie hadn’t been able to open it but little did he know that it was Emery’s. It fueled his Psychometry ability which is how he was able to track where Emery was. He signaled Gambit and Wolverine towards the south entrance while he entered the north. He carefully entered the warehouse and he kept all three of his eyes open. “I know you’re here.” His body temperature increased and soon psychic flames appeared, one shooting in Emery’s direction.

[castingtideseaf]

It’s Only Life

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Breach otherwise known as Owen Adler was the eldest of a psionic trio descendent from Irene Adler otherwise known as Destiny. When his mother died, he took care of his younger brothers to the best of his ability. He was one of the strongest Telepaths/Telekinetics in the states and it seemed as though he was always putting his life on hold for someone else...or something else. He’d been having an affair with a married man for several years before he finally was “courageous” enough to tell Kendrick goodbye. It was a heartbreak that he had to shut all contact with the other off, blocking him through all means of social media, his phone number, and refused any contact with the man. He poured himself into some obscure missions for the X-men putting himself in the most dangerous of positions. Along with his emotional mind, he managed to foster quite the friendship with a man named Manahi. They’d been friends for years, but had grown much closer through this. Owen; however, shut Manahi down when the other tried to bring Kendrick up. It was a wound he couldn’t trust anyone to get close to...at least not yet.

The “battle” for power or dominance in the mutant world seemed to be quiet as of late. There wasn’t any major shifts with the Brotherhood, and they hadn’t heard from the Morlocks for quite some time. Thankfully the Hellfire Club had seemingly been silent. Owen was awake at 5 in the morning again sticking to the pact he made with Manahi. They worked out together every morning before the sun came up especially where it was summer. Despite looking nice with a tan, Owen hated super warm weather at least when he wasn’t swimming or biking. He was dressed just in a pair of work-out shorts, and a pair of tennis shoes. His hairy toned chest was exposed as it always was - even in his mutant uniform though his mutation wasn’t active so his veins weren’t glowing yet. He was about to use his Telepathy to wake the other up or search for him when he saw the man come out into the courtyard. Owen tossed him a smile. “It’s about time. Was going to jolt you awake, Mojito.” Mojito was a nickname he’d called the other ever since their first night getting plastered drunk with one another. There were a few events from...that night that they didn’t talk about. 

“You ready to keep up with me, old man?” He winked at the other. 

[castingtideseaf]

Tomorrow Waits For No One

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She wasn’t the 19-year-old Austrian girl that could foresee the future yet was blind to everything else that wandered into her darling Raven anymore. Many years had passed, journeys bringing them together and pulling them apart. Despite knowing Raven was the keeper of her heart, she knew she did not hold onto Raven’s. At least, the mysterious Mystique never made it seem that way especially how she drifted in and out of her life. Blue skin and yellow eyes, or olive skin and green eyes it did not matter to Irene. The mutant known as Destiny a proud member of the Brotherhood for many years, took refuge in a lovely quant city just outside of Boston, Massachusetts. Her two bedroom two level home was more than enough for her and whomever might have stayed with her. She had a lovely golden retriever named Mikel whom was the best companion she could ask for. To the world she was simply a blind woman in her 40′s who needed assistance from a trained animal. Little did they know all the capabilities that she had. 

After showering and finishing up in the restroom, Irene settled herself at a vanity in her bedroom. A towel was wrapped carefully around her body, her long blonde hair damp and lain to one side as she began to follow her routine with getting ready. A simple neutral eye with a tight winged liner, mascara, cool toned red lips, and her eyebrows filled in. She knew her face as if she could see it in the mirror before her because of her visions. She also remembered how she would help her with her makeup all those years ago.

Irene glanced towards the open door of her bedroom. It wasn’t because of Mikel as her adorable dog was downstairs eating, and it wasn’t because of hearing the sounds of footsteps or a creak in the floorboard. She’d seen this happen many times in a vision of hers. “Hello, my darling Raven.” She replied softly turning back towards the mirror, her guard seemingly down. 

Why would Mystique be coming to see Destiny?

[castingtideseaf]

Cloud Up My Atmosphere

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It was hard to believe that not so long ago he was a student in Xavier’s Academy, learning the full extent of his mutation and capabilities alongside the prettiest boy he’d ever laid eyes on. A boy that eventually became his boyfriend. A prophecy not even Prophet could have predicted for himself yet as wonderful as that dream turned reality was, it came crashing down nearly a month ago. Prophet, Emery, and Iceman were three of the newest additions to the X-men team and while being part of the rescue team to come after Emery and Iceman, Prophet had witnessed something that shocked all three of his eyes. The blonde aquatic prophetic mutant witnessed Emery and Bobby in a heated kiss, images that still haunted his thoughts damn near 30 days later. 

That had been it for him. Wolverine’s loud breath and heavy footsteps had given away that the duo had been “saved” by them arriving, yet it was too late. The minute Prophet and Emery’s eyes met and he saw whatever look Emery shot back at him, he closed The White King off from his life. He’d sensed something between Iceman and Emery for some time but he’d convinced himself it was his own insecurities and it wasn’t fact. Yet there was the answer. He’d given Emery the silent treatment, used some beta-tested equipment mirroring Magneto’s infamous helmet to keep Emery’s thoughts out of his head. Emery’s number was blocked on his phone and he used every excuse in the book to avoid him or deny him any chance of explanation. For Charlie, it was all or nothing. He’d given Emery his all, and now it was pure nothingness. 

Unfortunately for him, he saw the roster. What was Professor Xavier thinking? Blatantly glaring back at him on the computer panel screen for the mission they all discussed at debriefing was “Prophet & Emery”. The smaller X-jet was already running and as he looked at the lockers which held their suits he noticed Emery’s wasn’t illuminated through the doors which meant the pretty blonde already had his on and was most likely in the jet waiting. 

Christ.

Charlie took his time, tying back his medium length blonde wavy hair along with a headband over his third eye. Despite his third eye needing to be open for his full capabilities, he was still ashamed of his mutation and the last person he wanted to show any weakness in front of was Emery. He wouldn’t be able to access his capability of slowing time with his eye blocked, but the way his emotions were and his power over water, he was confident he didn’t need it. He suited up and eventually made his way towards the jet. Beast was outside of it and talking about how the location was already programmed and the jet would be on autopilot but he blocked the doctor out, climbing the steps inside the craft. He barely glanced at the mutant clad in a beautiful diamond white suit, rather immediately he moved to his seat and buckled himself in. 

The White King...pft. He was no king in his eyes anymore.

[reigningtides]

Never Ending

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“Boo..g...Boogeyman!” Breach cried out his vocal chords cracking as pain rushed through his body and he saw two of the...beings surround him putting up intense light as if his shadow couldn’t move anywhere else. Adrenaline kicked in as he rose to his feet his X-men uniform torn the psionic flames he projected earlier being too strong for the material. His bare feet touched the rocks beneath them from the battleground and he used that to his advantage to get into the mind of his former “friend”. //Don’t stop. Run. But don’t stop.//

Hearing from Charles that he was being placed on a special division team of mutants separate from the main X-men wasn’t bothersome until he realized whom was on this team with him. Boogeyman. Of all mutants in all of the east coast let alone the world, Professor Xavier recruited him. Collin didn’t hold an ill will against the other but his feelings were at best confusing. At one point in their lives they were best friends until Manahi confessed his feelings to him and Collin ran from that. Ran away from him. 

“Mani.” Breach almost affectionately whispered as he passed him moving towards the Blackbird. Ororo did an amazing job prepping them for the mission which included going to one of the “final” Trask Industries buildings in hopes of finding his finalized plans before he unleashed the Sentinel project. What none of them knew...was that it was a trap. 

He did his best to block everyone out in the plane, purposefully not going inside Manahi’s mind, afraid of what he would hear. He wasn’t going to question the most powerful brain on the planet which was his mentor Charles. There was a purpose for this. Albeit...he never figured out his own purpose with the shadow mutant. 

As they arrived and terror was unleashed, the plane barely landed and the...half machine half...”something” was unleashed. There were 5 of them...at least that he counted before he realized it was a set up. He saw Storm fly into the air the clouds darkening. His eyes glazed over fully white and his veins shined bright as he summoned psionic fire immediately, throwing it at one of the Sentinels that approached him. 

Minutes passed...and he was locked on sight as two Sentinels cornered Manahi. He let his thoughts pass through the ground and to Manahi his barefeet bruised, blistered, and burnt from the opposing fire that was tossed his way. Without even thinking he rushed forward jumping on one of the Sentinel’s backs his hands gripping the head as waves of psionic immobilizing energy poured out of his palms as he unleashed a scream, and waves of paralyzing potential. He didn’t know if this would even work but it was enough for Boogeyman to get away. Crimson and pink waves poured out out of his glowing hands into the Sentinel being. He did something he knew he shouldn’t have because he didn’t have the energy. As blood dripped from his nose he combined his psionic fire with the psionic inundation unleashing waves of power into the shifting power absorbing creation as his screams of pain, anger, and madness bled into the air. 

[reigningtides]

Vinyl

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This is why he Shimmered 9 times out of 10 rather than drove his jeep. Charlie went 50 mph down a street as his brother’s voice sang through the sound system as they are on a call together. Collin was apparently in the Underworld which made him unreachable, and Cameron was injured to the point he wasn’t able to fully Shimmer out of where he was. With the Witch Trials and their tricky lineage, they rarely took bounty jobs but something about his older brother needing a lead on a story as well as helping someone with a “favor” landed Cameron stabbed, wounded, and apparently left for dead. “Yes I’ve called him! Like usual, he doesn’t fucking answer!” The Phoenix Witch/Archai hybrid was panicked as he turned his jeep sharp down a street, ignoring a horn of an oncoming vehicle, his heart pounding. He was in the midst of a photography job and was driving home when he’d gotten Cameron’s call. He didn’t know the exact location either as Cameron had been led somewhere but his GPS was tracking Cameron’s Ducati motorcycle. “Emery’s either fluffing his hair or he’s dealing with another charge. Cam...please...stay with me.” He heard the pain in Cameron’s voice as the other spoke. “My vision’s blurring. I don’t know how much longer I can keep awake. Charlie, you need to tell...him...” Charlie shook his head. “No! You’ll tell him yourself!” His eyes widened when he saw the bike and quickly parked his jeep, grabbing his athame and Phoenix grimoire just in case. “Emery! Someone! Come on!” He screamed out-loud as he took off on foot down an alley way to try to find his brother. 

[reigningtides]

Swimming With Sharks

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As Collin looked back on his life as a trainer, he remembered his days after being graced with his first Pokemon. There were four trainers that day, and three pokeballs. He remembered feeling the “fear” of being not good enough and wondering if he had to pass some test to get one of the three spots. Name after name was called, joyous screeches heard from his friends as they received their Pokemon only for the Professor to call his name last. Luck always followed him last. After losing his mother and having to move in with his aunt and try to be the strong oldest brother, it seemed he would never catch a break...that is until the Professor gave him Larvesta, a Bug and Fire type Pokemon at level 5. 

This Pokémon was believed to have been born from the sun. When it evolves, its entire body is engulfed in flames.

To Collin’s surprise, when the Pokemon popped out of the Pokeball it was a Pokemon that resembled one of his favorite types...but also one of his greatest fears. A moth. Collin held his fear in. He did not scream. A surprising shade greeted him though and the Professor explained this was a Shiny Larvesta and the reasoning he was given this pokemon was that Collin practiced great patience and needed to remember to always be patient with Larvesta. He named the small pokemon “Haru” a word in Japanese that meant Spring, in Korean part of a phrase that meant Day by Day, and named after one of his favorite Korean Pop songs. Although he had that childhood fear, Haru became his best friend.

As he built his team of Fire Pokemon, holding true to his heritage and dream of one day following in the footsteps of his mother before him of being the leader of a Fire-type gym, he raised Haru as his main partner, always practicing patience and reminding himself to be courageous as the little guy always proved to have valor regardless of what opponent they faced. It wasn’t until he took on his first Victory Road and challenged his first set of Elite 4 that Haru evolved from Larvesta into Volcarona, one if not the most beautiful Pokemon that Collin had ever laid eyes on. From the shiny colorful wings to the strong powerful warm presence the sun-like “God” of a pokemon brought. Since then, Haru and him had fought valiantly always seeming to come out on top. He remained strong on his long journey into adulthood and while some go down the paths of becoming Professors, the challenger in him never ended and he remained a strong and well-known fiery Gym Leader. That was until his Gym was overtaken by Team Torrent. Collin’s team was defeated with the exception of Haru who was weakened almost to a fainted state and Collin himself was shackled back against a pillar, blood dripping from his forehead. “Stop!” He called out in a deep voice, pleading with his partner. “Don’t...don’t hurt him. You can have whatever you want. Please...” He was never one to beg. But he couldn’t see the enemy’s water pokemon unleash anymore attacks. Not hearing the painful sounds coming from Haru. The worst part? No one knew his gym had been hijacked. He sent the other trainer’s in his gym on a mission which meant...it was an inside job...and he’d been fooled. 

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Under c o v e r . . .

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His heart had never beat this fast. Oliver Adler, otherwise known as the Aqueous Witchlock, was one of a trio of brothers possessing an aspect of the water element along with psionic abilities and an fragment of time. He happened to be by the peer taking pictures when three SUV’s sounded from the distance. Typically that was a sign of activity by none other than Nathaniel Pratt’s witch hunters, but it wasn’t them that drove him away, his camera slung around his neck. His steps were heavy, uncalculated, and breath was uneasy. Streams of fire continued to fly past him, Oliver slamming against a brick wall before turning sharply not even looking at this point where he was running. His ability to slow time hadn’t worked and his greatest weakness his fear was messing with his powers. “Christ. The ONE time I need you, you aren’t here!” He screamed out referring to his eldest brother who would have put ice on the fiery demon’s legs or he could have simply froze time. He had one move left, and one move only.

Oliver turned so his back hit another brick wall and the blonde witchlock extended his hands, tapping into blood bending which was something that took a lot of his energy. He attempted to channel the water in the demon’s body but that simply illicit a manic laugh. Oliver winced and closed his eyes as he saw the stream of fire head his way. Apparently said fire was too hot which is why any attempt of his Hydrokinesis evaporated. 

Who was this creep?