pryde of the x-men

Name's Katherine Pryde. Friends call me Kitty. Codename Shadowcat (which is a great superhero name, by the way, and so much better than Sprite or Ariel). When I'm not in school I'm part of Professor Xavier's X-Men, which basically means I save the world. Don't let the looks fool you. I'm tougher than you'd think. Just ask Juggarnaught. [an rp account]

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ain't no rest for the wicked

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Wade tilts his head and crosses his arms, still sizing her up, not that he has any intention of fighting her. She’s way too cute. Shiny brown hair, big doe eyes and, he’s got to admit, he’s surprised she hasn’t run away from him yet. Usually, people only stuck around him long enough to a) kill him, or b) be killed.

“You hung out here?” he asks with a hint of incredulity in his voice. “In this tourist trap? With who? I didn’t even think Xavier ever allowed you guys out of that little school. It looks like a smaller version of a fortified prison to me.”

He sniffs, idly kicking a pebble with the side of his shoe and trying his best to seem as nonchalant as possible. Truth is, he thinks Xavier’s School looks like the perfect place to live, but no matter how many times he’s tried, he’s never been allowed to be part of the X-Men.

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She tapers down annoyance, and the instantaneous retort that no it's not a prison it's great it's the only place where I'm safe because she almost hear Scott's voice in her head--you don't know him from Adam, don't give any viable information. So she shuts her mouth--Rogue would be shocked.

"It's not that bad," she says, maybe a bit too defensively. "And I'm 18. I can go where I want." Like a gutted, wrecked city for example. "And--and how do you know where I'm from anyhow?"

Does he know she's an X-Men? She's only been recently added to the team, and very relucantly by Scott. Professor Xavier had insisted because she had wanted it so bad. Though she was ninety percent positive that all the begging and cajoling in the world wouldn't have swayed Professor X unless he really, really thought she was capable.

It gave a girl a warm fuzzy feeling, thinking she was kick-ass enough to be part of the coolest team ever.

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ain't no rest for the wicked

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“All right, fine, but that won’t stop me from calling you ‘kid’, kid,” Wade replies absentmindedly, somehow managing not to sound condescending. He locates his pistols and jogs over to them, bending down to pick them up before reholstering them - good as new! “Unless you prefer ‘pipsqueak’ or ‘marshmallow’. Don’t ask me where that last one came from.”

He approaches the girl slowly until he’s about two feet from her, head tilted and eyebrow raised appraisingly. “And I was not sneaking, thank you very much. Not that there’s anyone around to sneak by. What are you doing here, anyway? No one comes to Times Square anymore. Not since they stopped showing RENT, anyway. I think a part of me died the day that show closed.”

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Kitty's snort comes fast, automatic. "RENT over Phantom of the Opera? Pah-lease." He's closer than she knows she should have let him be because--you know--guns and swords and things but she lifts her shoulders in shrug. "And marshmallows are soft and squishy, adjectives of which I am neither."

She eyes him, and the bright red jumpsuit. He was right. Sneaking is not something that's going to be happening, for him. She's curious despite herself, what he was doing out in abandoned Times Square anyway, packing heat.

"I had to see it for myself," she answers, deciding to go with the truth. She's always been a terrible liar, anyway. "I used to hang out here." She doesn't mention with who, or the fact that she's a mutant because--hello. First off, mutant hate hasn't cooled at all and second off, Scott's always told her the element of surprise is her strongest weapon. If he makes a move she doesn't like, Kitty wants to be able to phase into the ground with him seeing it coming.

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ain't no rest for the wicked

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Without another moment’s hesitation, Wade quickly leaps high up into the air, brandishing both pistols, ready to fire at whoever the intruder is - docile or not. “SURPRISE, MOTHER— wha?!”

At the sight of the young girl, his concentration falters and his momentum fails him. His arms flail at his sides as he attempts to point the guns away from her and his legs bend into a rather ungraceful-looking arabesque before he comes crashing to the ground.

“That’s gonna leave a mark,” he mumbles to himself as his pistols slide away from him, clattering against the pavement. With a groan, he pushes himself up into a sitting position, eyes trained on the girl in front of him. She looks familiar, and after a moment Wade finally recognizes her as one of the students he’s seen while lurking around Xavier’s School.

“What the hell are you doing here by yourself, little girl?” he calls out to her, standing up and continuing to dust himself off before glancing around to see where his guns ended up. “Wow, sorry, that sounded way creepier than I intended. Seriously, though, you make it a habit of sneaking up on unsuspecting people with guns and swords?”

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He lands with enough a thud to make her wince. "Oh my gosh, mister, are you--" comes out in a rush before it clogs up at the back of her throat, because, you know, guns. More specifically, guns that point at her.

She stands at attention, then, ready to phase downward in a moment's notice. His guns clatter to the wayside, but still--that's not much of a comfort. And, holy crap, he's loud. Bright red suit, almost like a painted target, and she wonders if he did it on purpose.

It seems redundant to point out that hanging out on the rooftops of leveled cities and leaping down unsuspecting girls is in itself is rather creepy. So instead, she keeps one cautious eye on him and forces herself into a nonchalant stance.

"You're the only one doing any sort of sneaking!" she shoots back. "I'm just walking around, minding my own business. You're one doing all the summersaulting." She pauses, and can't resist adding, because really. Really. 18 isn't that young, and she's practically saved the world anyhow. "And I'm not a little girl."

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ain't no rest for the wicked

“Times Square is a ghost town,” Wade growls in a low voice from his perch on the roof of the rundown building that was once the Gershwin Theatre. As he scans the empty streets below, he removes his mask and tucks it away, activating his holographic thingamajiggy almost immediately. “Our hero scours the streets, taking comfort in the listlessness of the quietly settling dust and the fact that he now looks like that one guy in that Christmas movie where he was fat and then he wasn’t.”

In one swift movement, Wade pounces off of the roof, humming to the tune of ‘The Wizard and I’ as he falls and lands expertly on his feet. “Get it?” he asks no one, chuckling to himself. “Because this is where Wicked used to play? God, I’m so clever.”

He saunters down the street past the various makeshift memorials that sit in front of abandoned buildings, war torn and destroyed. No one ever makes it down to Times Square anymore out of respect for the dead as well as the memory of what once was a great city. Wade knows this, but still he sticks around, if only for combat practice or to run into the different theatres and perform his own renditions of their old shows.

As Wade makes his way to the heart of the square, the sound of moving rubble catches his attention and he whips around, crouching low in a defensive stance, fingers poised at the pistols holstered at his sides. “Our hero has company,” he says, eyes darting about the area. “Good. I needed someone to play Glinda.”

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Well, as far as bad ideas went Kitty was certain this rated fairly high. Professor Xavier had given a strict stay out of Dodge rule that meant that if she was caught out and about she was so dead someone might as well start carving her epitaph now (here lies Kitty Pryde, who couldn't follow directions if her life depended on it--and it did).

But there was a story about curiosity and a cat, and she remembered days bumming around the city with Kurt or Bobby or whoever she could wrangle. She needed to see the damage herself. The government was being very hush-hush on the specifics of what had gone down. All anyone in the mansion (except maybe Professor Xavier because he knew everything there was to ever know ever) knew was that it hadn't been a mutant gone wild, and thank God for that. It was some sort of SHIELD thing. Kitty recognized Iron Man's suit on the television. She'd looked for Thor but hadn't seen him, which was a totally pity.

Times Squares was a graveyard of twisted metal and debris, and it was all but impossible to maneuver around it. So instead she just went through it.

"Man oh man," is how she summed up the damage, which was considerable. She'd seen some nasty wreckage in her life before, but this definitely took the cake. And all the candles, too.

She kicked at a loose stone, sent it clanking against an overturned car, when she had the startling sensation of being watched. A million things went through her head in a split second--oh crap, no one's supposed to be here, if it's a bad dude Logan's gonna kill me, I really shouldn't have short-circuited the tracker in my jacket--before her training kicked in and she calmed herself. X-Men, right? She knew how to handle herself. And if worse came to worse, she would just phased into the floor. No problem.

But she didn't see anyone. Anywhere. Not around a car, or hanging out in the shadows of one of the grimy alleyways, beneath the shattered television screen. An old Phantom poster clung bravely to a gutted building. But other than that, she was alone. Or--

Up, Kitty thought. Holy crap. First rule. Look up.

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fuckingdeadpool replied to your post: die-erste-bamf replied to your post: So say...

What, he doesn’t like katanas? Ooookay, then… [side-eyes]

Well. He'd probably like them, so long as he was certain they wouldn't end up. All inside him and stuff. [laughs] who doesn't love katanas? I think they're wicked awesome. I actually know a few moves.

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die-erste-bamf replied to your post: So say there’s this girl (who is not me, by the...

You’re too young for any of the advice I have, But, where is this boy so I can give him a proper “you break her heart i’ll teleport you into the north sea” threatening?

Hey I'm not that young, you know! And the threatening is totally unnecessarily because I don't even thinking he notices me other than the 'hey you're the girl who walks through walls. Kindly phase me through this large and imposing boulder thing. Thanks.' [sighs]

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[unsheathes a katana] I can think of a few ways to get his attention.

I dunno, Wade. The katana sort of seems counterproductive to my original intentions. I don't think he'd be in to that sort of thing.

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So say there's this girl (who is not me, by the way) who likes this guy but he's a bit thick. Well about as dense as steel, to be honest. Which is a problem for the girl, whose been going out of her way to get him to notice her. I mean. This is all hypothetical, but how does one go about getting the boy to notice her?

I'm just curious. Hypothetically, of course.

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Is it too early to start decorating the mansion for the holidays? Things are not nearly shiny enough for my liking.

[marvelousmiss]

It is never too early to start decorating for the holidays. Or playing holiday-related music.

Be sure to throw in some decent Hanukkah songs for Kitty.  :)

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Thanks!

Kurt’s the only one who could get the top of the tree we have for the mansion. Well, Storm or Jean could fly up but teleporting looks cooler.

[die-erste-bamf-blog]

Much cooler.

You think we can get Logan into a festive sweater this year?

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Well, maybe if we asked real nicely. Or maybe if Jean asked real nicely? Or said she had a thing for men in Christmas colors?

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Devious, I like it.

If we spike the eggnog, we might even get him to come caroling.

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I like the way your mind works, my fuzzy blue friend. So long as Scott or Jean are looking, I can sneak sips of eggnog too.

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Some conveniently teleported mistletoe may or may not be there to distract them.

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Kurt, you are my new hero.

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I wasn’t already?

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Oh yeah definitely. But we'll just make it official now. I'm going to get you a plaque and everything!

Kurt Wagner - Kitty Pryde's Hero.

[die-erste-bamf-blog]

Is it too early to start decorating the mansion for the holidays? Things are not nearly shiny enough for my liking.

[marvelousmiss]

It is never too early to start decorating for the holidays. Or playing holiday-related music.

Be sure to throw in some decent Hanukkah songs for Kitty.  :)

[unphasing-blog]

Thanks!

Kurt’s the only one who could get the top of the tree we have for the mansion. Well, Storm or Jean could fly up but teleporting looks cooler.

[die-erste-bamf-blog]

Much cooler.

You think we can get Logan into a festive sweater this year?

[unphasing-blog]

Well, maybe if we asked real nicely. Or maybe if Jean asked real nicely? Or said she had a thing for men in Christmas colors?

[die-erste-bamf-blog]

Devious, I like it.

If we spike the eggnog, we might even get him to come caroling.

[unphasing-blog]

I like the way your mind works, my fuzzy blue friend. So long as Scott or Jean are looking, I can sneak sips of eggnog too.

[die-erste-bamf-blog]

Some conveniently teleported mistletoe may or may not be there to distract them.

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Kurt, you are my new hero.

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mysticsurgeon replied to your post: mysticsurgeon replied to your post: marvelousmiss...

He may not be the nicest guy, however he is very intelligent and powerful. I warn you to be careful in his present.

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presence* All this talk of the holidays got me thinking about presents.

Well, Christmas is a much better thing to have on your mind that Doctor Doom. Though I think I'm going to stay away from his presence and his presents. Neither of them sound very festive or fun.

[die-erste-bamf-blog]

Is it too early to start decorating the mansion for the holidays? Things are not nearly shiny enough for my liking.

[marvelousmiss]

It is never too early to start decorating for the holidays. Or playing holiday-related music.

Be sure to throw in some decent Hanukkah songs for Kitty.  :)

[unphasing-blog]

Thanks!

Kurt’s the only one who could get the top of the tree we have for the mansion. Well, Storm or Jean could fly up but teleporting looks cooler.

[die-erste-bamf-blog]

Much cooler.

You think we can get Logan into a festive sweater this year?

[unphasing-blog]

Well, maybe if we asked real nicely. Or maybe if Jean asked real nicely? Or said she had a thing for men in Christmas colors?

[die-erste-bamf-blog]

Devious, I like it.

If we spike the eggnog, we might even get him to come caroling.

[unphasing-blog]

I like the way your mind works, my fuzzy blue friend. So long as Scott or Jean are looking, I can sneak sips of eggnog too.

[die-erste-bamf-blog]

Is it too early to start decorating the mansion for the holidays? Things are not nearly shiny enough for my liking.

[marvelousmiss]

It is never too early to start decorating for the holidays. Or playing holiday-related music.

Be sure to throw in some decent Hanukkah songs for Kitty.  :)

[unphasing-blog]

Thanks!

Kurt’s the only one who could get the top of the tree we have for the mansion. Well, Storm or Jean could fly up but teleporting looks cooler.

[die-erste-bamf-blog]

Much cooler.

You think we can get Logan into a festive sweater this year?

[unphasing-blog]

Well, maybe if we asked real nicely. Or maybe if Jean asked real nicely? Or said she had a thing for men in Christmas colors?

[die-erste-bamf-blog]

Is it too early to start decorating the mansion for the holidays? Things are not nearly shiny enough for my liking.

[marvelousmiss]

It is never too early to start decorating for the holidays. Or playing holiday-related music.

Be sure to throw in some decent Hanukkah songs for Kitty.  :)

[unphasing-blog]

Thanks!

Kurt's the only one who could get the top of the tree we have for the mansion. Well, Storm or Jean could fly up but teleporting looks cooler.

[unphasing-blog]

mysticsurgeon replied to your post: marvelousmiss replied to your post: b-level...

I had many all nighters in my many years of studies. It is funny how a simple accident can make years useless. However, I am one of the few supers that uses Doctor in their name that is a doctor. Doom I believe never graduated.

I think Doctor Doom does have a Ph.D. But it's in Douchebaggary.

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Well, if someone were to phase your professor’s tires into his driveway, he wouldn’t be able to come in and collect your homework… but that would wrong.

That would be so wrong. So wrong. I'm not thinking about doing that. I'm definitely thinking about holomorphic functions and how awesome they are and how glad I am to have them in my life.

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marvelousmiss replied to your post: b-level replied to your post: You know what’s the...

That sounds like one hell of a party… Makes me feel sick to think back on those sad, college all-nighters. Thank goodness I’m long-done with that nonsense. But I digress… Good luck on your complex analysis!

The worst thing about living at the Xavier Institute is that you can't lie to your professor about why you didn't do your homework. Because he'll know. I wish Mr. McCoy was around. I'd give him my puppy dog eyes until he agreed to help me. Works every time.

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Yeah, I failed /geometry/. I’m pretty sure functions are a lost cause. Good luck with that.

Welp. This must be what going mad feels like.