X-Men Role Play

cheered up already :3

ic 'you didn't kick my ass.' she spat in disdain, curling her upper lip. 'I just made a tactical exit, there's no use attacking you when the whole of London was practically watching.'
she paced towards him, sneering. 'After all, it's much more fun being anonymous.'

((gahh! i need to go anyway.
D: ))

ic 'That's not going to happen though, is it?' he stated his facts cleanly and plainly.

'You attacked the mayor of London in front of a large crowd, and the press have eaten it up completely. There's no exit for you now, someone out there is going to recognise your pretty little face.' he almost added sarcastically, gesturing to her gold hair.

'You flatter me.' she spoke sarcstically, rolling her eyes. 'i know i'm pretty, but i'm not THAT memorable. There are hundreds of people out there that probably look like i do.' she inched forward another step, threatening.

Professor Xavier had given me an assignment... that's all he had to say because I knew the rest of what he wanted.

The brotherhood was about to make a move and I had to try and find out what it was.

So I travelled to our first and only lead, New York City.

((suddenly switches from London to New York trololol))

Aurellia cocked her head to one side, arriving in a dingy alleyway with a small pop. Dusting herself off, she pulled out the small square of paper she'd been handed by Magneto. It only had one word on it: Locate.

Locate who?

The young girl rolled her eyes, stepping out onto the open street and leaning against a wall.

I make my way into the most mutant populated ally in New York, looking around to try and get a feel for who was who.

Most of them looked at me with disdain. The more normal looking mutants tended to not be as well received by the more ostracized.

'This is boring.' she muttered to herself, staring at the seas of people with avid disinterest. Her gaze barely flitted over Christian, clearly paying little attention. why am i even here? She should really be harassing Boris, forcing to play his hand in mutant rights before he was ready. The Mayor must have some secret Magneto could exploit..

I close my eyes for a few seconds, trying to see into the future for a time. Trying to find who I was meant to find.

After a couple seconds, my eyes snap open and I walk over to Aurellia, "Good day.."

locate.
guess the person located me first.

'And you are?' her body was stretched languidly against the brick wall, golden hair sitting collectedly on her slim shoulders. However her tone was terse, almost straining to be polite as she cut to the chase.

"My name is Christian, and your name is Aurelia, correct?"

She regarded him with suspicion, still unmoving. 'How did you know that? Are you spying on me?' Aurellia's eyes flitted around the street warily.

"No, you just told me." I smile at her. "Don't worry you don't have to worry about me."

Fists clenching at her sides, the girl exhaled slowly, pulling herself together with ease. 'Then what do you want? I don't have time for this.' her expression remained passive, uninterested.

"Just to ask how your boss is doing, maybe get in?"

'I go to school, i don't have a boss.' she spoke flatly, shooting him a withering gaze.

"Really? What school?"

She named the school in Rochdale that she used to go to, before she was kicked out. 'It's a bit of a shithole really.' she added with truth, rolling her shoudlers in a light shrug.

"Okay, and now this is the part where we go through a clever charade of lies and truth until we get to the inevitable conclusion that you work for the Brotgerhood." I tell her like I was abridging the details of a really boring play.

'fuck off.' was her final answer, refusing to confirm or deny his thoughts.

"You know, the brotherhood isn't the only option."

'You know, i could pretend to be normal too, but who would want that?' she flicked her hair behind her shoulders. 'With Magneto, i can be proud to be evolved, like you should be too. Nobody can put me down anymore.'

"There's another man you can do that with too..."

'I don't believe that for a second.' she was being quietly stubborn, trying not to pick an unnecessary argument with another mutant. Aurellia had to focus on Boris for now.

"There is!"

Time for the make or break, "His name is Professor Charles Xavier."

'Not interested.' she'd heard the name slip from Magneto's mouth many times, how it had always been tinged with contempt or disdain. 'Professor X wants us to act like everyone else, but we're not, are we? That's why he hides in that school of his, pretending it's normal.'