Maximum Ride Roleplay-Thread 2 (NOT ACCEPTING)

[.:Kira:.]

Athena

Athena felt bad for shoving Jinx out of the way, but she knew she was in no physical or mental shape to fight at the moment. Not with Hiro mangled by some psycho. She nodded when Jinx introduced her in acknowledgment that, yes indeed, she is Athena. She turned her thoughts back to the feline-boy. 'Fix the door?' Athena gave this a little thought. The door wasn't broken, it had never been. So why would someone be sent to 'fix' it? And an experiment at that. Unless... *mental-gasp-of-realization* the feathers in the door-jam! The 'repairman' was there to punish them! Athena gave a slightly snarled expression to the boy. But he was so calm about the situation. Maybe he didn't know about the feathers, and they just wanted him to figure out how they were getting out. Then he would find the feathers and then punish them. And Athena was no in the mood to be fighting the cat-hybrid experiment, Jinx is enough for her. And that traitor Regi sure left an unforgettable impression. "There is no point in 'fixing' the door." she made air quotes when she said this. "There is nothing wrong with it." The erasers and other brainwashed experiments are always so stuck-up about their animalistic features. Prancing around and flaunting them like they're higher than everyone else. "So I suggest you leave before you have to deal with two birdies pecking away at your precious ears and tail." The 'pecking' part that she added was a little rude of her towards other winged people. They don't 'peck,' but she and others with fight to the death if needed. She kept her fighting-stance, even though she was putting pressure on her bad leg, just incase Spotty here decided to lunge at them. Even thought he didn't seem like a big threat at the moment, he might have a hair-pin trigger, just waiting to take them out.

[Water~Wing]

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There was an infinite number of outcomes in which this scenario could resolve, ranging on a multi-dimensional spectrum of variable factors. In short, confronting Jinx could end well, or very, very badly for the nervous lion boy. All that he could do now was attempt to analyze and predict how it would go - and yet, even that proved impossible. The feisty kitty-birdie was unpredictable, her mood able to swing from curious kitty cat to battle-ready hissing panther within seconds. Regi hoped that he'd manage to catch her in an upswing of her emotional rhythm when he finally walked into the room, though he also had to be prepared for the worst. In addition, it was very possible that Jinx would remain stubborn and steadfast in her anger toward him, as he had seen before right after his drug-induced rampage. If only I had some catnip that I could bribe her with... Regi's head swerved to the back of the room, eyeing the smooth, silky black feather that rested next to the bed, a seemingly insignificant item yet all the reminder he needed of that tragic event. Regi pondered grabbing it and taking it with him, for good luck maybe? But in the event that Jinx reacted negatively, she might very well shred that little feather in further spite, and Regi's token would be lost. Not a very good idea; he'd go empty-handed, with only his awkward charm and wit to aid him.

He'd let his tail fall from his hands to the floor now, gently swishing and twitching to uncontrollably indicate his anxiety, realizing that he'd probably look a little more confident if he wasn't fiddling with a fluffy tuft of fur in his fingers. However, once his tail was lost from his grasp, Regi had unconsciously resorted to poking and prodding and flicking his many whiskers that protruded from either cheek. He'd often forgotten that they were there in the first place, only becoming aware once more when the sensitive hairs brushed against something or another, sending twitches to his cheeks and upper lip. They were annoying, and he still couldn't seem to get rid of them, but Jinx liked them, so there was that. Perhaps he could play up the cuteness card a little bit, that always seemed to work in the past... Shift into his lion form, maybe? Nah, that would most certainly bring up negative memories for the girl, in addition to limiting communication.

He was running out of time to think. Already Storm was beginning to head out the door, motioning for Regi to follow. He was taking light, careful, feline steps on the white-tiled floor, as if even the tiniest noise could somehow screw this up. There were several points in time when he considered backing out, curling up on his bed to shudder like the cowardly lion he often knew himself to be. But he needed closure - what else did he have to lose? Besides a few liters of blood, and the remainder of his dignity, of course. The primary objective was to remain calm and confident, which Regi knew could crumble in seconds if he wasn't prepared. "So what do you think she'll - " he began to speak to his escort, before he slammed into a thick, metal door that Storm had just about closed on him, mostly blocking his exit. "Hey! What are you - " This time Regi was cut off by the metallic thud that echoed through the long hallway beyond, in addition to Storm alerting him to stay back. Luckily he'd gotten his hands up quick enough to block most of the blow, though his nose had taken a slight beating from the door's unwanted confrontation. Seriously, that was a little uncalled for. Rubbing his nose, Regi's brows furrowed and his ears lowered in frustration. Peering around the nearly-closed threshold, his agitated tail swaying behind, he saw no immediate action aside from Storm looking curiously into the room next door. "What's the matter...?" Regi whispered, albeit loudly. There were no doubt voices coming from next door, and though familiar they were hard to discern. There were also familiar scents among the anti-septic that was found all-over, mixed with something unfamiliar; something - or someone - new.

[Connor.Deviant]

so is no one going to reply to Nightmare who's knocking on the door of the flocks room?)

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after the kitty was kindly pried away, Caspian thought it would be safe to reach up and rub the stinging spots on his neck, figuring it wouldn't be too threatening. baby blue hues turned to study the cat hybrid as she introduced the two. well, three, counting that little creature resting atop her head that looked all fluff and big eyes. Casp gave a curt nod towards both girls, his tail curling around one of his legs. "hello Jinx, Athena." he paused before adding, "And Alpha." it didn't surprise the leopard hybrid how quickly her moods could shift. cats tended to be that way. for example, one moment they'd like you to rub their belly, the next they believe that hand is an enemy that deserves to be bitten and stabbed before racing away onto the dresser. common kitty traits. Caspian himself was a relatively chill feline, so sudden outbursts of anger then kindness were quite rare. attention now on Athena, his leopard ears pricking up, he listened to her scolding on how there was nothing wrong with the door, and afterwards that he should worry about the two attacking him. his grin faded, replaced with now twitchy ears, indicating he was a bit irritated with her stubbornness. "unfortunately, there is something wrong with the door. don't play dumb, little bird, the security cameras don't lie. and they say you've been sneaking out to play." Caspian crossed his arms, wiping the blood from his neck onto his shirt. his words still kept their smug and ruling edge, but this time held a sternness. "I'm here to fix it, if you like it or not. now, if you'd excuse me-" he was cut off as his sensitive ears picked up the opening of the door. Casp's head tilted in that direction, aqua hues finding a ginger eraser hovering in the doorway with chocolate brown eyes and matching wolf ears. The leopard boy's eyebrows furrowed again. "who're you?" he raised both hands, sending a slightly angry look at Athena. "and this is why we need to fix the door. we can't have silly people walking about every room in the facility, now can't we?"

[Connor.Deviant]

Nightmare

Mood: Curious
Location: flock's door
Mood showing: anger (her face shows that all the time)
Crush: none
Health: fine

I said "I'm supposed to meet the flock Since I need to guard their door tonight. I Need to know their names and not their Animal tags..." I really lied bu there was supposed to be someone watching their door tonight. I don't want them escaping it will ruin the school and make them look bad. Plus they wouldn't get too far with all the new Erasers out on the parameter, I don't think They'd get very far either. Plus I'd be right on there tail since I don't really sleep. I feel useless even though I was created to make havoc on the world but they kept her there away from the thing she was created for.

[Water~Wing]

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His eyes gave a lethargic last sweep of the room, scanning each and every silhouetted object in the darkened space along with any corners that someone could be lurking in. It was a habitual kind of thing. A sort of bedtime ritual if you would. They hadn't trained him for so many years without result, and though being attacked at all hours of the night as part of said training had resulted in a deeply rooted paranoia, it had saved his life many times. Carisa didn't seem to share that particular trait. In fact, he doubted her energy reserves were large enough for her to continue on like this much longer, hence the reason she hadn't been released for any real missions yet. She would be required to be up for days on end, or in his case, run for days as was necessary when tracking a target. Maybe introducing her to the flock would be what she needed. They could help with her stamina, and then she'd be able to travel with him, go with him on missions, and maybe even a hurt or two, oh and they could- but he would be gone long before that could happen. And he hadn't been planning to take the girl with him for numerous reasons, reason one being that he wasn't sure how well she could take care of herself.

He was already a bit of a free spirit, liking to have a pack but still have the option of full independence, especially in a fight. And from what he could tell, most of the flock preferred to fight on their own, though they did retain a sort of synchronization that almost seemed to have been written into their DNA. But that was of little importance, he would have to take Carisa. How could he bare to leave her? Those sleepy little eyes were filled with a sort of trust he'd never experienced before, a sort of platonic love that he'd been needlessly deprived of. She was almost a necessity now, he needed her just as she needed him. Maybe that sounded a bit more intimate than need be, but there was just no other way to describe the bond they'd formed over the course of a few hours. He heard more than anything, the rustle of cotton sheets and obsidian silk and was immediately drawn to the source only to find that Carisa was now nestled under the covers. A single silvery white brow quirked upwards in response, a crooked smile replacing the grim line his lips had been set into. "I should have figured you wouldn't know of him, he was a pretty well kept secret until a few days ago. Leave it to Jinx to turn an entire facility upside down over the course of twenty-four hours." He shook his head, thoughts only lingering on the more feminine version of himself before he regained focus.

"And I'm not full of myself pup, to deny an undisputable truth is silly don't you think? You've been surrounded by a bunch of cocky losers up until now, do not get me confused with one of those filthy lapdogs." The gentle rumble lacing his words had been completely unintentional, his growls were so driven by instinct that he hardly noticed them anymore. Hopefully Carisa wouldn't react negatively to his...wolfishness. "It'll be another six months before you start producing enough body heat to truly combat the cooler temperatures, I am a variant of the original strand of Erasers and so as a quirk, I happen to produce a surplus of heat. We can discuss that kind of stuff later though, so just try and get some sleep, 'kay?" He doubted the possibility of her sleeping anywhere other than his bed tonight, and though he was rather fickle when it came to sharing things, when it was Carisa he found himself to be a bit more willing than usual. A bit softer of heart. She was going to be a weakness in the same sense that Jinx was, something that just sort of, well, happened. But she was just another someone to protect, and those who had someone they cared for to protect, tended to be much more powerful in battle. And though it wasn't like him to wax poetic, he couldn't help but add a few words of sentiment. "Be careful as you fall into the land of dreams, sometimes reality looks so much duller in comparison, but it is something to be faced. There will be many adversities in this life, but I will always be there to face them with you Carisa. Goodnight."

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~ℂ .Ａ.Ｒ.Ｉ.Ｓ.Ａ.~

Canine-Avian Recombinant Integration, Specimen Alpha

God, this bed was so freaking comfortable! Soft, plush. warm... Everything from the silken sheets to the downy comforter was absolutely divine. Carisa didn't even know that others had this sort of luxury, that this luxury even existed. She'd thought that she'd had it good - she was lucky enough to have a bed and room to herself, while most others of her kind were packed into large chambers, sometimes in dozens, and forced onto springy, uncomfortable cots. But now, experiencing this - Carisa's own bed may have well been made out of styrofoam. She couldn't help but wonder what sorts of deeds Damon had done to earn such privileges, but she didn't really care as she was able to reap the benefits herself. She was now situated comfortably on her side under layers of blankets - she was far from a back sleeper, for obvious reasons; wings, tail. There was utter silence, at least in the relative sense - Carisa's wolfish ears continuously picked up on the hum of the ventilation system that kept the School's air sterile. But that was always there, and could be tuned out. She'd faced away from Damon, not to be rude but for the reason that, as he'd said, his body did in fact release a surplus of heat. It was a common trait among Erasers, useful for survival; Carisa herself would develop the quality within a year. There as more babble, her tired brain wasn't making much effort to process it - something about the land of dreams, all poetic and mush - oh well. "Yeah, okay... Good night, Damon," was her lethargic reply. And soon she was out like a light with a content curve of her lips.

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Indistinct dreams ran through the little Eraser's head, unlikely to be significant nor remembered when she woke up the next morning. She tended to sleep long, though not heavy - her heightened senses and extensive training had ruined her ability to not bolt awake at the slightest sound or movement. Such a skill had its purposes, but it was merely an annoyance in a place like this where it was not really necessary. And even though Carisa's fatigued body was clearly ready to sleep a full night through, it was also ready to come out of sleep at a moment's notice, ready for action as all Erasers had been taught to do. Unfortunately, this was one of those times.

"JESUS!" Carisa shrieked, bolting opposite from where the figure lay. She'd been startled awake when her sleeping body had rolled over and bumped into an unknown presence in the bed. What - or who - the heck was that?! She was in attack mode, a ready-to-strike position on the far edge of the bed, fangs bared, claws at the ready. Someone had snuck in - an intruder, obviously! All of her combat training had prepared her for this moment, right here, right now. Then: brain click. Gears turning. Lowering herself once again into a sitting position, rather than a little snarling pup, she realized how stupid she must have looked right then. In front of Damon. Boo. "Oh. Woops," she whispered ashamed. "I guess I'm not really used to waking up to someone else in the bed..." How long had she been sleeping? It was still the middle of the night, the lack of light in the window made that obvious. Unfortunately, the startle that had roused Carisa would probably make her unable to fall asleep again, her body now fully awake again. Crap. And, she was hungry.

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Sleep did not claim him so quickly, a grim line set in his lips as he stared broodingly at the pristine metal door across the room. Keen ears and an undeniable sixth sense told him that something was happening. Something involving a certain cowardly yellow-eyed miscreant, and a wolf that had no place near him. Jealousy was quick to bloom, the taste inherently bitter on his tongue. 'Mine.' The sinister call of primal instinct was far more enticing than it should have been, urging him to leave, to seek out that which perturbed him so deeply. But the pup currently tucked away beneath several layers blankets, her well-being was far more important, that inner voice finally quieting as it contradicted itself. It was Storm or Carisa, and for the moment he found himself rather unwilling to leave the girl on her own, especially when a doctor could just as easily come in and whisk her away in his absence, something he refused to let happen. His lips curled ever so slightly, a warm smile cutting through the harsh cold stoicism that had been prevalent in his countenance moments before. A deep rumbling sigh passed between his lips, and he finally slumped to the mattress, head sinking into a cool pillow. Once more he glanced at Carisa to reassure himself that she was still there and would not go missing in the middle of the night. And then pale lids fell to cover Prussian blue orbs, the white haired boy finally falling into a light and fitful slumber.
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It was a high-pitched exclamation that roused him, the cry wrought with a notable blend of both fear and surprise. His first thought was Carisa. Was she hurt? Had someone tried to take her? Either way he was ready, an immediate lust for the blood of an enemy darkening his eyes to an all consuming midnight hue. Always finding it far too hot beneath them, he had slept atop the many blankets that covered his bed and as such had no difficulty scrambling into a defensive position; ears shoved forward, fangs bared, body held low to the ground, - or mattress in this case - and a low growl erupting from his broad chest, filling the room with the ominous sound. His eyes sought wildly for an intruder, eventually coming to rest on Carisa who looked just as feral as he though she soon calmed and settled down. Her soft bell-like voice devoid of any pain or discomfort laid the beast that had risen so quickly to the surface back to rest. leaving only an overwhelming fear in its wake. His movements were swift, fluid, tempered by years of rigorous training, yet non threatening as he reached for the girl sitting at the edge of his bed with that guilty expression on her small face. He held her gently, well, as gently as a guy like him could manage while still shaking from the sudden rush of adrenalin and raw fury that had consumed him just moments before. "Do not do that to me. Never again, do you hear me? Never!" There was a distinctive edge to his voice, a harsh snarl that made it clear that he had been shaken to the core by the girl's unexpected outburst. The arms encircling her small frame soon ceased to constrict the poor wolf-bird hybrid, a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding until it whooshed out of his mouth finally being released. Damon would not lose her. Not like he had lost Jinx, and surely not in the same sense that he had lost himself to the maddening vicious cycle that life in the facility brought about. "Sorry. I just...yeah." Male pride prevented him from telling her of his feelings, leaving him unable and unwilling to provide the girl with an explanation for his actions. However he had yet to let go of her, squishing her against his bare chest as if she were a plushie. His labored breathing finally calmed so that each breath was smooth and even. His body relaxing, muscle and sinew no longer rippling under his skin as he glanced around the room, quickly gathering that they'd only managed to get a few hours of sleep. However with his body thrumming with unspent energy, he no longer had any desire to rest. As it was, Carisa had scared the living daylights out of him and the idea of sleeping had been shoved far from the forefront of his mind. But if the girl wanted rest, he would gladly settle down for her sake. "Are you ready to go back to sleep? Or would you like to get up instead?"

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[.:Kira:.]

STORM

Storm was rather surprised to see the strange scenario. He didn't think anyone was supposed to be bothering the flock's chambers in the late hours, the reason he decided it was a good time to bring Regi by. He decided that he should leave and check on the flock again later, once the cat-hybrid left. But right as he was about to turn and retreat to Regi's room, the cat-hybrid turned around. Storm straightened himself up with his ears perked up at attention and his tail still. "I'm Stor-" He started, but he was cut off by the cat-hybrid, and it frustrated him a little. Just a little. He wrinkled his nose in a mix of discouragement and confusion. He could only see Jinx and the girl named Athena. Where was the rest of the flock? Wait. It wasn't just jinx and Athena. There was someone else. Rather, something else. He looked closer to see a hat appeared to be a ... A cat? No. A kitten. Why was there a kitten in the flock's chambers?! No matter, he'd ask about the fluff-ball latter.
Jinx was usually the one to up and fight first, right? Then why was she behind Athena? And with a kitten on her head? The confusing scene before him was confusing Storm, but he did his best not to show it. He needed to play this off cool. "Sorry, I couldn't help but to bring myself over here when I saw that the Flock's door was opened at such a late hour. He contorted his face into more of an interrogation look and took a step closer to the cat-hybrid. Never making eye contact with Athena, Jinx, or the fluff-ball. "I might have thought someone was here to ...free… them. Help them …escape..." He took his step back and lightened up the mood with a perky smile on his face. "But I see it's just another standard employe of the facility. The name's Storm. I'm an eraser. Need any help with these scoundrels?" He sends an angered glare back to the girls and their fluff-ball. Then returned his happy face to the cat-hybrid.

ATHENA

Athena cringed when she saw Storm was lurking around the corner. She had decided to put little to no trust in anyone who works for the school. She eyed him as he questioned Spotty, very skeptical of what was going on. What was Storm up to anyway? When Storm turned to face her and Jinx she almost took a step back, but stood her ground instead. He wings were at the ready and she was ready to fight, kick, bite, punch if it came to it.

{Sorry for the late post, I've been sick. But I think I'm over it now! Glad to see that the role-play is back in action!}

[Water~Wing]

~ℂ .Ａ.Ｒ.Ｉ.Ｓ.Ａ.~

Canine-Avian Recombinant Integration, Specimen Alpha

Carisa held a hand over her burning lungs, feeling her quick, light heartbeat slowing down as more time passed. She'd regained a comfortable position atop the sheets of Damon's large bed, her adrenaline-filled muscles and skin now immune to the industrial-chilled air that surrounded her. Hey, at least she didn't have to care about freezing her tail off now. This night's excitement was more than enough to make up for that. Still calming her slightly agonal breathing, the young hybrid experiment stared over at Damon sheepishly. She had to admit, being able to see him get all worked up over something like this was pretty priceless. Who knew that he was so jumpy? He'd gone into defensive mode just like she had - though from someone larger and older, Carisa imagined he'd looked a bit more threatening than she. He definitely had the look down; the glare, the snarl, the growl. I'm gonna have him teach me that one of these days. Still, the fact that her little squeal had sent him into such a ballistic panic wasn't something she could ignore. Was that really all it took to make Damon jump out of his freaking skin like that? Carisa could have begun to giggle at this - until her wind was knocked out when Damon pulled her into a tight hug once again, just like before they'd fallen asleep the first time. Though, this time, it wasn't quite as gentle, more like agitated, and the young girl could feel a rapid, quivering heart beating within the older male's chest. What startled her more was the singed tone of Damon's voice. Irritation, with a slight hint of hysteria? "Sheesh, sorry that I scared you, all right? Y'know, you really ruffled my feathers, too!" Well, perhaps this whole event was Carisa's own fault, but it was an accident, right? It wasn't like she'd intended to give Damon a panic attack - she hadn't even realized that he was so susceptible to having one in the first place. It was kind of funny in its own way.

Once again, Carisa's big brother seemed hesitant to let her go. And while that wasn't necessarily a bad thing - having a protective big brother had been her desire in the first place - it was beginning to get a little bit excessive. Carisa's silvery wings had been pinned at her back for quite a while now, which was starting to cause some discomfort. Not to mention, between the scare which quite literally ruffled her feathers, and now this - her wings were probably pretty messy by now and would need some preening, a chore that Carisa wasn't exactly fond of. She wondered if Damon had any experience in the art - he did have a bird-hybrid bio sister, after all - and it was, in fact, easier if someone else was doing it. Carisa, finding it hard to breathe in Damon's grip, shifted her body a little bit to get more comfortable, with little success. Ultimately she gave up and graciously accepted the hug. "No need to worry Damon," she giggled. There was some vulnerability in Damon's voice now, though Carisa wasn't sure about what. He didn't really seem to feel like dealing with it now, however, and Carisa doubted he'd like it much if she pointed it out. Carisa thought about how she was feeling herself. Nope, she definitely didn't feel like falling back asleep - this stunt had woken her up three times over. "Meh, I don't think I'll be able to sleep any more. Can we get a snack? I'm hungry." She remembered that she'd missed dinner tonight, taking a detour with Damon instead. She, like other hybrid experiments, demanded copious amounts of calories to fuel her body, and even one skipped meal was enough to take a toll. "And can you let me go now? My wings are hurting."

[Connor.Deviant]

Nightmare

Mood: Curious
Location: flock's cell
Mood showing: anger
Crush: none
Health: fine

I said "No I'm fine storm and yes I know who you are... You were the one who was supposed to bring them back to the school were you not?" I looked at him with anger in my eyes because he failed the task. He didn't do what he was told. He only brought another animal into the building. I know almost everything that goes around only cause I've been here my whole life. I never liked other Erasers only because they always fail to do their jobs in my opinion If I could go out there and complete a mission and do better than then they ask for and finally prove my worth and do what my master made me for. I hope none of them read minds that would suck. I'd hate that very much. I hate mind readers.