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[fahkoff]

                                                        𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 ?

                            SAYS  WHO ..?     ARTHUR SHELBY  ,    FAHK OFF ...    SCRATCH    MATE . 

[guiltyconscienced-blog]

              TWO BROTHERS WHO WILL GO TO THE               ENDS OF THE EARTH FOR EACH OTHER. 

                                                 portrayed by zee and helen.

[bionicparrot]

Valentines Day Event is best event - Go look at the continuing saga of robots being stupid ~

[psyblades]

It's Always Something

"How bloody convenient for you." Betsy seethed down the phone, her anger only intensifying when her words were met with a hearty laugh. "Hey, it's merely a well timed coincidence, Betts. This'll be a walk in the park for you and Flyboy."  Neena Thurman. Unbearably perky irritation bomb. Also a lucky cow. 

Betsy could just picture her now. Feet upon a mahogany table, Jack on the rocks in her hand, smug grin etched upon her features. Betsy was still lying in bed in her unbelievably expensive hotel room waiting for Warren to return with the bucket of ice. 

"I'm on vacation you miserable trollop. I'm enjoying time away from the drama with Warren. Can't we have at least a week to our bloody selves?" 

She wanted nothing more than to toss the phone across the room as hard as she could. Why didn't she? Morals? A code? Loyalty? Any one of those reasons. She would hardly call Neena a friend. Betsy didn't do friendships. Not in the traditional sense at least. She had few close friends and the rest were all acquaintances. Work colleagues. 

"Please, Betts. It won't require much effort on your part. The target is practically in the same district. Walking distance. We need a sample of the street drug G-Flow. Big on the high end of the market. Wicked high but the side affects have been crazy. Reports of people trying to claw their faces off and worse." 

Betsy sat up in bed, her attention had been grasped. She had a feeling she knew what this was leading up to. 

"Anyway, a mutant tried the drug and destroyed a whole neighbourhood. It seemed to amplify her abilities a thousand times over. We did some damage control but we can't afford the bad press. Chances are this could all be an unfortunate mistake or the drug could be specially designed to turn mutants into weapons..." 

"This isn't another legacy virus situation all over again?" Betsy interrupted, all elation from her holiday vanished in a nanosecond. 

"No, we don't think it's that serious. But still a cause for concern. There's drug pushers in the hotel not that far from yours. We need you to obtain a sample. Do some of your psychic magic, find out what you can. Wipe their memories if possible. Send the sample to Hank so he can run some tests. Chances are it was a chemical imbalance reacting to the X genes. I wasn't really paying much attention at the briefing." 

The phone crackled slightly and Betsy moved out to the balcony for a clearer signal. "So you propose I act like some low level floozy looking to have a good time?" Betsy blanched at the thought. But Neena was right. A walk in the park. Two hours tops. "Do what ya gotta do, sister." 

The phone went dead. Either bad connectivity or the insufferable fool hung up. Most likely the latter. 

Sinking down into the deck chair on the balcony she she ran her hands down her face in exasperation. When would they ever catch a break? 

archxngel​

[psyblades]

Betsy's birthday. (Should have been posted yesterday )

The figure hugging black dress clung to Betsy's curvy frame, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror with a smile. She looked good and she knew it. Today was her birthday, although she was not enthralled to be another year older she was happy that she was getting to spend the evening with the man she loved. She glanced towards the open bathroom door, her violet eyes sparkling and filled with love as she heard warren singing over the noise of the shower. Turning her attention back to the mirror she wonders what to do with her long purple locks, taking her hair in her hands she piles it on top of her head, a few loose strands left loose to frame her pretty features. Holding it in on top of her head she reaches for her box of hair grips and starts to pin it in place. Finally with a spritz of hairspray her hair is complete. Smoothing her dress down she reaches for her diamond studs, a gift from Warren and puts them in her ears. While she was fumbling around trying to fit the butterfly into the back of the stud Warren casually walks into the room a towel tied around his waist exposing his muscular physique, his large feathered wings dripping water all over their bedroom floor. He walked over to the wardrobe and stood there scratching the back of his head "Uh, Bets? What will I wear for tonight?" He glanced sheepishly her way, his eyes lighting up in admiration as he takes her all in. "You look beautiful Bets, a vision." Betsy smiled at him through the mirror, "I laid something out for you on the bed, luv." With her answer Warren wanders over to the bed and rummages through the neatly folded pile Betsy had set out for him. "What would I do without you?" Finally after much grooming they were ready to go out for dinner, Warren slipped his arm around Betsy's waist and escorted her to the front door where the car was waiting to take them to the restaurant. archxngel

[psyblades]

Sometimes things get so bad you just want to break down and cry. Faded memories from a life long past. Shaded whispers from the deepest corners of your mind reminding you what a disappointment you turned out to be. A cold hearted murderer? A job description. If you're looking for a hero don't look to me.

[psyblades]

I want to hold the Eiffel Tower between my fingers.

I'm on a tour bus. Everything is hazy. I'm drunk and extremely happy. Warren is next to me. Everything has a lovely glow as only seen from the view point of an intoxicated person. I have never felt more alive.

[psyblades]

Paris

Lying watching the television she looks down at Warren’s sleeping figure, figuring he’d be waking up soon she decides to plan out their day in Paris. Pulling over the stack of brochures she flits through them deciding the best places to visit today. Grabbing a pen from the bedside table and a notepad she starts writing down places she hopes Warren would like. Norte-dame, Arc de triomphe, the catacombs of Paris and a few other places of interest. She was looking forward to walking down the Champs-Élysées, one of the most expensive pieces of real estate in the world. Placing the pen and paper back on the table she leans back into the pillows focusing back onto her show on the television quite content stroking Warrens hair and listening in to his mind making sure his dreams were pleasant and he wasn’t being harassed.