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[dayspring-askanison]

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“DAKEN!” Plasma fire immediately followed, a flurry of lights that made the piercing white of the ground outside even more blinding. Nathan didn’t care, he was wearing shades, and the idiots who weren’t prepared to be outside only had themselves to blame.

For the most part, Nathan had toned down the shoot first, talk later means of engagement since settling into Haven. But clearly there were some old tactics that were just required from time to time. He didn’t even care how the brat’s healing factor was doing at the moment. Logan could yell at him later, or try to stab him, after he’s done beating up the old hairball’s brat for trying to mess with his kid.

[a-akahowlett]

Smoothing it Over

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It had been nearly two days since the confrontation.  She wanted to give herself and her brother time to cool off, let tempers cool.  She didn’t like to be treated like property, nor did she like being Daken’s excuse to get his hackles up at someone.  Both were examples of toxic masculinity she didn’t particularly have time for.

She knew she would arrive smelling of Peter, but that was something Daken would simply have to get used to, just as she often smelled of Gabby or Logan.  She wanted to make peace, but she had no intention of coddling his ego.

She knocked at Daken’s door, and waited, tapping her toe on the floor as she began to feel nervous that this wouldn’t be an easy fix.

[a-thecalmesttempest]

The Prodigal

Continued from here.

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From across the garden, he studied her critically. He could smell the electricity in the air, impossible in its dormant state to pick up by feel, but always following her from the core of her X-gene. This was Storm, and from the murmurs he heard, she had real pull in this place; the leader, in this time.

He still hadn’t arrived upon a solid critique of Haven; nor honestly, a clear foresight into how he felt about it as a permanent residence. Group living, in general, wasn’t really his thing. It may be plush with opportunity in the short term — his time with Osborn’s Avengers was the perfect example of that — but there was nothing worse than when an organized society of people got to know each other too well. God only knew what might… come out. Daken was careful, but not careful enough to play by the rules. He knew he couldn’t continue to toy with people simply the way he was. As dangerous as the world outside was, he was only here for his sister. His dilemma wasn’t something he would ever trouble her with, but it weighed on his mind. He didn’t want to leave her, not after all that time feeling so lost; but Haven was too large to be forgiving, too small to leave no trail. Daken had many talents, but being stifled was one situation he could not deal with.

If he was going be here in the long term, he knew his situation couldn’t remain as it was. He wanted power. He couldn’t remember a time he’d ever been satisfied with his accomplishments. The state that he approached upon spending too long in the wild was one of many inheritances he hated his father for. The only way to keep himself together — to return to his height of glory — was to work his way up the ladder of command. Whether by manipulation, blackmail, bribery, seduction, or inconspicuous murder; he was going to achieve power. He could be very patient, but he needed to at least have a plan. He needed this goal, more than anything. Warming up to Storm was a good way to begin.

He shouted a greeting, jogging in her direction as she admired the plants and greenery of the town square. He smiled sunnily, his sea-blue eyes alight; delightfully belying his true intentions. “This is such a beautiful town here — Miss Munroe, right? I just thought I’d introduce myself, if you have a moment.” Maybe she would remember him beating the X-Men’s collective asses; or maybe for them it all just blurred in with all the rest of their school attacks. He could swing this regardless, he felt sure; with the rate at which heroes fought one another; this could go smoothly yet, provided he played all his pieces just right.

She recognised the man, not just from past fights, but from the features of his face.  Of course his skin was darker, and some of the angles of his face were sharpened or softened by the influence of his mother’s genetics; but Logan’s eyes, blue as deep water, met hers when she faced him.  This could be catastrophic, or maybe, just maybe, some good could come from a family reunion.

“I do have a moment, Daken.  Please, call me Ororo.”  The fact was, there were enemies of the X-Men here already.  Most people could be afforded the benefit of the doubt.  

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[a-akahowlett]

Short, Sharp & Sweet

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Just like when Rogue arrived back, it was the smell that alerted Laura to a familiar presence at Haven.  Unfortunately in the confines of the greenhouse, it took until she emerged from the controlled area for her to discover the change in the air.  Daken was here, the nose didn’t lie.

Of course, this did bring some complications forth.  How things would go when Logan got back was the primary issue.  Perhaps it was a good thing that Logan and Tony were taking their extended mission away from camp.

Now it was a matter of following his scent when no doubt he had been given a tour, and had also probably been trying to find her.  The trail was an absolute mess.  She decided she would just need to set off for the most likely locations, certainly the kitchen, and in Daken’s case, more likely than not he would have found the gym.

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Shadows

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[...I know, I know you don’t want to get involved again, but even if we don’t give them any more credit, it’s the end of their world, what’s the worst they can do?]

Chaoyi rolled his eyes at his brother’s antics. Figures the idiot would be happy as soon he got someone tough to punch, nevermind all the crap stewing around them. Gods, this stupid disaster even catered to his obession with death. The dragon sighed as he crumpled the letter in his fist, the thin paper immediately dissolving into specs of light that floated away like blue embers rising into the midnight sky.

What’s the worst they can do? What they’ve always done. And si-ge, you should know better than anyone that it doesn’t take much.

Golden light wafted from the tips of black clawed fingers and neatly added those thoughts onto the sheet of paper stuck on the shingles next to him. Chaoyi sighed and ripped it off, in the same motion whipping the flimsy sheet so it shot into the distance, brows furrowed above shut eyes as the letter disappeared from sight to travel to its recipient. “Nine thousand nine hundred and sixty two more days,” he muttered quietly to himself. He could do this.

A small sound snapped his slitted golden eyes back open as Chaoyi jerked to glare at the offending source from his perch, black lines of scale patterns sliding across his skin like liquid tattoos forming and deforming. No one but the sentries and the sleepless should even be up right now, let alone anywhere near his perch on the roof. “Oh, it’s you.”