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IT'S CURRENTLY THE YEAR 2011 AND WESTCHESTER IS JUST GETTING INTO THE WINTER MONTHS. WHILE ENJOYING THE CITY, TRY TO STEER CLEAR OF MUTANT RIOTS, UNLESS, OF COURSE, YOU ARE PURPOSEFULLY TAKING PART IN THEM. THE BROTHERHOOD ARE ON EDGE AND THE XMEN ARE OUT FOR BLOOD.

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 SETTLE DOWN, baby girl
Calder Rattray
Posted: Mar 21 2012, 04:17 AM


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NOT ALWAYS LIKE THIS
IT'S A TERRIBLE WEAKNESS IN MY NATURE, IN MY BLOOD

Calder was tired.

He didn’t notice it though. He didn’t remember what it was like to not be tired. He was physically unable to calm himself down enough to get any rest. There were too many things to worry about, the first of which was being caught.

Calder was not a stranger to the New York City. His name or photograph snuck into a newspaper every few days or so. He was wanted for murders up and down this country and that. Somehow, he had managed a very long time without being caught. However, nearing his fifty second birthday, Calder couldn’t see his winning streak lasting much longer. This combined with his growing list of family members. There were plenty of people in the Black Watch that had been killed or taken hostage, but the way Calder saw it they knew what they signed up for. There was no one in his following that he cared very much for, except for three people. They had Gray, Hero, and Jaryn to use against him. Though he wasn’t worried about his sister and her boyfriend, they could take care of themselves, he was constantly worried about his nineteen year old daughter. She was a powerful mutant, but there was no way she could hold her own against the League.

Calder lowered his book and peeked into the kitchen from his seat in the living room. She was seated at the table, bent low over some project. Calder’s mouth twitched with the inkling of a smile. He was so glad that they got along, and rather well too. Their relationship could have turned out so wrong, with Calder’s line of work and the world the way it was, but she was a smart girl, and they respected each other. When she was younger, she was daddy’s little girl, even if she had a slight rebellious streak in her. She looked so innocent sitting there. It was hard to imagine that her powers were so intense. She had a wonderful gift, a combination of his and her mother’s. She could control blood with her voice. Humans would call her a demon. Calder preferred the phrase “goddess among mortals”.

He placed his book on the table beside him. He couldn’t help but think he hadn’t been around enough through her life. When was the last time they had worked on her training? He couldn’t remember. That was a problem he often had. He had always left her with Hero and swore to himself he would improve as time went on, but he never did. Somehow, though, she always understood. He pushed the thoughts from his brain. No need to waste more energy on something that happened in the past.

Suddenly, he stood, making his way to the kitchen. “C’mon,” he said in a gruff voice. He approached her. He felt a little guilty interrupting her, whatever she was doing. After all, she was an adult, and didn’t have to obey his every command. She was one of the few people who could say as much. “We’re going to work on control.” She would know what that means. With his mind spinning around the endless possible ways a League member could come and swoop her away, he wanted something small to put himself at ease. This would kill two birds with one stone: he knew she was getting stronger and would be better able to defend herself, and she would be with him where he knew she was safe.

As much as Calder would have loved to say something supportive and father-like while he stood there watching her, he found that the correct words could not exit his mouth. What meant to be ‘by the way, I’m proud of you’ came out “Hurry up.” His ‘r’s flipped in their familiar fashion. He no longer noticed his accent unless he was around large groups of people, but certainly not around Gray, who shared the same dialect. Calder was proud to say that, because of him, most human children were now terrified of Scotsmen.

“You can finish that later,” he said in a stern voice. “Let’s go.”.

TEMPLATE CODING BY GOLDEN ALBATROSS OF CAUTION
Gray Rattray
Posted: Mar 21 2012, 05:48 AM


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Gray… wasn't tired. She was bored. That, and so worried about her father. He looked exhausted.. and bad things happened when either of them were too worn out. Then again, he'd been pushing himself for weeks, trying to run, to hide, to make sure they were safe. But in the end, they both settled in the place she was born, a city that she couldn't even remember.

Sighing, she turned her pencil in her fingers and slowly drew the outline of a starling, knowing that it was something that was deeply ingrained in her, the love of birds. Her mother, after all, taught her all about them and showed her just how strong those tiny creatures were… Those were the memories she treasured… the same with the sight of her father's smile. He didn't smile as much anymore. It was like they lost all light when her mother left their lives, that with the extinguishing of her life, there went all the happiness that her father could feel. And she almost hated her mother for it.

She wouldn't though… not when she knew how much her father still loved her. And how much she was like her mother herself, though she missed them both, her father more in the end. He was the one still living… the one who was away from her when she needed him most. Her aunt was lovely, but it wasn't the same as a parent.

Her power, even, was something like her mother's, or so she was told, that her voice could kill. Yes, so her mother's voice could cajole birds into doing her bidding, GRAY could make people's blood boil, literally, with a well-placed whistle. Not that she liked using it for that… it was useful when making soup or simple things. She didn't like killing, though it was a necessity. She would do it to save her father… in a heartbeat.

Speaking of that very man, she could tell he was watching her, but she didn't lift her head from the drawing she was doing, her lips pursed as she concentrated on one wing, the feathers coming into being… just as her father's voice sounded from beside her. Jumping, her pencil skidded across the page and she jerked her head up to look at him, eyes wide before they narrowed on his face. "Control?" she said in that same Scots burr as her father's, but then glanced down at the page, her lips pursed before letting out a quick sigh and frowned. "What sort of control?" she asked even as she stood to meet his eyes, her head tilted to the side curiously as she moved until she was face to face with her father, though much shorter, tinier… delicate. "Where are we going?"

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