ArchivedLogs:Some Sorta Moon Thing
| Some Sorta Moon Thing | |
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| Dramatis Personae | |
| In Absentia
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2015-09-28 "I hope it doesn't affect our abilities." |
| Location
<BOM> Front Porch - Main Lodge - Ascension Island | |
Jewel sits on the railing of the porch, eyes turned up to the gradually disappearing moon. With one leg hanging over the railing, he has the other upturned in his lap. He kneads repeatedly deep into the inner arch of his bare foot with his thumb and fingers. The British teen's long hair is up in a messy bun, and he wears tight black jeans, and an over-sized black sweatshirt. Peaking just barely through the clouds' cover, the full moon stares back down on the mutant island. Gradually, as if to slowly blink its eye, it eases into the thin sliver of its crescent form. There's a faint green rippling light on the porch as one of the Brotherhood's more recently arrived members slowly rises out of the wood itself. Simon aka Neophyte...is dressed comfortably tonight. Loose black pants and a deep purple sweat shirt, he's just stretching his legs so to speak. Using his powers more than just walking around. Spotting Jewel, the young man is a little surprised but he offers a small smile. "Good evening." Coming out from the main cabin wearing PJ bottoms, a men's t-shirt baggy enough to fit over her wings, and her hair in a pony tail, Anette steps out onto the porch, a steaming cup of coffee in her talons. She glances up towards the sky, locking onto the disappearing moon as she makes her way out. Those who've ran into her recently would notice that the cast and crutches are gone. She does walk with a noticeable limp though. It's not until Simon suddenly...appears that she breaks her gaze. "Oh...hello," she says, finally taking the time to look about at those already present. "Didn't know we had so many astrologers here." Flutter of wing beats from a small-ish bird can be heard from above. The bird black against black sky, sillouetted by the full moon's light that's waning in the night's eclipse, the raven lands on the porch's roof first. The sound of its feet and little talons clicking against the wood there until it peeks its head over the edge. Glossy marble black eye blinks once, tilted, then vanishes. The raven takes flight again, circling back out of sight and then onto the railing itself. Legs extend rapidly, wings become arms. Feathers go from 3D to 2D to tanned skin. Killian balances crouched and then seats himself with legs over the side of the porch's railing in mere moments when it's all said and done. Clothed in black jeans and a black tank, he's not all so much different than he just was. "Yo." To all, a half-grin present. Turning, Jewel takes in the sudden influx of people from behind sultry, heavy lidded eyes. "You're just in time," he responds breathily to Anette in his London accent, "It's about to come back, supposed to be red." Letting his foot fall down to join the other, dangling off the railing. "I'll give you both credit," Jewel's voice is partially muffled as he places a cigarette between his lips and regards the two newcomers. "You're much better at entrances than Anette," he holds the cigarette away from his face, blowing out a fine line of smoke as he peeks over his shoulder at the winged woman. Simon looks upwards quizzically. "Is something happening tonight?" he asks. Looking up means he gets to see the bird fly in and turn into a man. His eyes go wide and he murmurs a little expression of awe in French. "So many gifts," he says. He just looks a little bashful at Jewel's remark though. "I didn't mean to upstage anyone." "I'd suggest we take it downstairs Diamond Boy, but I need to take it easy on the leg. So a raincheck then," Anette says, the grin on her face confirming she is indeed just teasing. She glances to Killian as he morphs into his human self, saying nothing but offering a faint smile. She takes a sip from her coffee before continuing. "The internet is going nuts over it so I thought I'd take a look. It is kinda cool." "Grand or silent, nothin' inbetween." Shifter shrugs one shoulder, then adjusts himself to lean his back against an upright post of the porch so he can recline more lazily. And see the others without turning his head so far between glancing up at the changing moon. "Well, ya did it fantastically. Nothing to be ashamed of." He notes to Simon, studying him for a moment before tipping his chin once to Anette in an equally wordless greeting, if with a lingering grin to add to it. "Some sort'a moon thing. Vanishing, coming back, turning colors." A hand waves dismissively before returning with his other to fold across his chest. The corner of his mouth twitching upward in a smirk at Anette's threat, Jewel turns back to stare up at the sky. "Now, if one of you could fly up their and flap away some of those clouds, that would really be something," he gestures with the cigarette. His eyes narrow into small, half-moons as he eyes Simon suspiciously, but he answers the question, "It's a super blood moon eclipse. I want it to make all of our powers go opposite or something." "Oh, the eclipse," Simon nods. "I haven't been paying attention to it," he admits. It sounds interesting enough though so he's looking to see if he can spot the moon. "I hope it doesn't affect our abilities," Simon frowns. "The opposite of mine would be...unpleasant." "I'm curious as to what the opposite of mind would be. An owl with human hands and no wings?" Anette says, carefully limping her way to the steps to the porch and sitting down. "Maybe it'll amplify our powers. This might be our chance to overthrow humans and take over the world." She takes another sip from her coffee, leaning back to look up at the sky. "Somebody got excited making up that shit." The metamorph chuckles under his breath at the name, but he looks up to watch it, regardless. The thought put forward about the change in powers leaves him silent as he listens to the others. "I like that option better." He says eventually after Anette's answer. "Or it's just like every other hype, and ain't gonna do a thing but look pretty."
"We should make our own world," Simon murmurs, sitting on the steps as well. He falls quiet as the other members of the Brotherhood speak, listening to them talk about powers with interest. "I think it may not even look good. At least we won't be able to see it past the clouds." "Doesn't do a thing but look pretty. Well, you'd know all about that wouldn't you?" Anette can't help but respond, glancing to Killian with a playful smirk. "But yeah, it doesn't mean a thing. Still interesting to think about." She shoots a glare over to Jewel. "Don't even...these talons were a late addition. The last thing I need is more surprises. Wouldn't be surprised if I'm a giant owl by the time I'm 30." Killian grins as he stares at the popularly watched sky, and then slowly turns his attentions back to those collected. Blue eyes focus on one after the other, shadowed slightly by his amused air. "That's the hope, eh?" That response to Simon with another lopsided, lazy shrug. A chuckle prefaces, "Yea, that I do. Or maybe it turns into me. Dunno. Balance is tipped at times. I wouldn't leave chewable shoes around, regardless." He might've continued on that, but Anette's tease gets a brow raised, though he looks no less amused than before, "Absolutely, sweetheart." He spreads his hands to indicate himself. "As long as you think I look pretty." “I’m sure one of us, or some of us, are powerful enough to make that happen one day,” Jewel responds breathily to Simon’s weird musings. “/Pretty things that don’t do anything/,” he arches an eyebrow and takes a drag of his cigarette, “I can’t help but think she was referring to me.” He smiles, “I have no argument. Not all of us are blessed to be able to corner the market on owl pellets.” His lashes flutter and he lifts his chin up into the air. Simon shakes his head a little at the teasing between mutants, his gaze returning to the sky. "Being able to turn into animals sounds like a very useful ability," he remarks idly. "Of course you're pretty. Border collies are beautiful dogs. It's a shame you're not in that form more often," Anette responds to Killian, turning back to watch the sky again. Jewel's comments gets a raised eyebrow and a faux stern expression. "Why don't you put your money where your mouth is? Let's take this down stairs. What are you going to do, make a diamond at me? Another mutant pig? I'm terrified." She glances towards Simon with a chuckle and grin. "Animal mutations have its uses. So what do you do besides pop out of the ground?" "Psh." Shifter utters the hiss-like noise, rolling his head away in an over-dramatized playful grimace at the burn. "Ouch." His grin draws into a smirk when he eventually looks back, "Killin' me, Anette. I couldn't completely deprive you all of me. What a sad, empty world that would be." The breathy chuckle that follows trails off the sentence as he glances at Simon. "Can get you all sorts of places you shouldn't be." Is his simplification of that. "A diamond is a girl's best friend, yea?" He comments to both Jewel and Anette, "Wins over us dogs everytime." A sigh punctuates that; such loss. Jewel puts out his cigarette on the rail, tapping the bud into submission well after it has gone out. "I'll spar with you sometime," he chimes innocently, lashes fluttering as he brings up both hands in a whimsical motion. He curls one into a partial fist, using the other the motion around it in slow, choreographed movements. Sparkles dance up around both hands, and a wave of warmth presses outward as a long talon begins to materialize. It's diamond-like, if not diamond, and pinkish. Simon just shakes his head at the prospect of sparring. He doesn't see a point in it. Anette's comment has his looking confused though. "Mutant pigs?" he asks, looking at Jewel as if expecting him to suddenly create one. "I can become one with anything I can touch," he replies. There's a faint rippling green light as he sinks into the steps and out of sight entirely. "And travel through whatever I fuse with," Simon's voice comes from farther down the porch as he emerges from one of the ramps a few moments later. Stretching, he walks back to where he was sitting with a little faint blush coloring his cheeks. "God I hate that stereotype. Diamond's are cold and emotionless. You can't pet or hug or cuddle diamonds. Though if we're comparing them to you..." Anette trails off, continuing her playful tone and grin. Jewel's demonstration of his power garners raised eyebrows though. "Well then. That is impressive." She seems interested until Simon demonstrates his powers. "Remind me to give you a list of bank vaults..." Killian is quiet in the span of time the two are demonstrating their powers, lazing back against the post. Blue eyes search across the porch's surface for hints indicating Simon's whereabouts, and watches as he returns to join them after his reappearance. "Can you take shit with you when you-" He waves a hand at the spot Simon'd vanished from. Shifter leans forwards as if preparing to slide off the railing. "You could do all those things with one." He persists, "Carve a little face in it, you could even give it a name. It couldn't even run from you." He drops from his perch to his feet, stuffing hands into pockets as he watches the diamond-like creation. "No," Jewel mumbles, turning to watch Simon reappear, "She's right." He taps the talon on the railing a few times before turning it and holding it out in offering to Killian by it's small, crudely shaped handle. "All except the cold part. They keep the heat quite well." His eyebrows flick up, as if he's insinuating something. Stretching his legs, he slides off of the railing to his feet. "Not trying to upstage anybody, indeed," he tilts his head, offering a closed mouth smile to Simon. He looks between Simon and Killian, "With you two able to sleuth all around, I can't help but think we're starting to look less rag-tag and much more formidable." Simon looks a little uncomfortable having the attention on him but he manages a little smile at Anette's comment. "If I had a dollar for every time someone mentioned that idea..." he trails off. "Ah...yes. I can take other things and even a few people with me," he explains before arching a brow slowly. "I don't see why anyone would heat a diamond." "Well, it's what I would do," Anette says, chuckling at Simon's reaction to her comment. Killian's comment gets a small eye roll. "Yep, I'm going to carve a face into the strongest material known to man, call him Steve, and let him sleep next to me at night. Sounds so pleasant." Jewel's insinuation goes heard but not quite understood. Perhaps it's the late hour. "Hey, we've always been formidable. Just...a bit rough around the edges." "So have ya done it?" Killian asks of Simon, though his focus is on the talon being offered to him. He doesn't reach for it, though, noting instead, "Nah, I'm good, man. At my quota for the day of sparkly rocks." He takes a couple of steps down the porch, though not far enough to not be part of the little collected group. "They make jewelry out of the shit somehow. It ain't grown in little heart shapes and shit in the ground." He shrugs, though the motion becomes exaggerated as he shrinks in form, dropping to all fours. Black hair growing longer, white growing in place of clothes. As he becomes fully canine, he shakes roughly from nose to tail and then takes time to stretch, bowed and then each back leg in turn. Opening his palm, Jewel makes the diamond construct disappear in a similar manner to which it had been created. He laughs at Simon's last confused comment, and at Anette. "Sounds just about exactly what you did to get Daken," he says with raised eyebrows as he's reminded that the man is 'on the team,' "Make that /very/ rough around the edges, come to think of it." The teen runs his fingers along the railing as he follows it to the stairs, stepping down off the porch with a dramatic sigh, "Goodnight, family." As he makes to move further onto the island, he sidesteps the dog gingerly, as if not entirely comfortable around dogs. "No," Simon replies quietly, shaking his head. "I haven't broken into any bank vaults. It didn't occur to me to even try until relatively recently," he admits. He stares as Killian transforms again, stopping short of applauding. Teague's departure makes Simon jump a little. "Oh, goodnight. I should get going as well," he says, standing and dusting his pants off before heading towards the Lodge's door. "Not quite. Daken was in my bed before I started calling him Steve," Anette says, watching with some amusement as Killian changes form before gingerly standing up. "Yeah, sleep. Sleep is good," she says, glancing down towards Killian as if considering something. Whatever she was thinking, she merely offers him a friendly smile before turning and limping back up the porch towards the door. "Night everyone." The border collie adjusts slightly from being in Teague's path, intense brown eyes watching him. White-tipped tail sways briefly then rests hooked at his hocks, so typical of the breed. There's a little woof of a sound that comes from him, that must be some sort of agreement to the consensus of sleep. And he watches after Anette and Simon as they head for the door, perked ears at attention in their direction. But the canine turns and takes off at a relaxed trot off the porch and out somewhere around the island. | |
