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Post by tyler mccormick on May 19, 2008 12:28:34 GMT
Tyler walked threw the endless people in central park and finally found a bench all to himself. He looked down at the ground and sighed. Magneto was all over him. Where are you? Why are you late? I mean seriously...Tyler needs space. He looked up and enjoyed just watching the regulars do there day to day things.
Tyler felt a tug in his chest and could sense another mutants powers. He closed his eyes and could feel the power surging threw his body. What will this one be? He opened his eyes again, knowing his eyes were pitch black. He pulled some sunglasses out and slipped them on. He looked down at his hand and a surge of electricity play with his fingers. He smiled. "Nice."
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Post by isobel parker on May 19, 2008 14:18:36 GMT
The young woman he was siphooning was one by the name of Isobel Parker, a blonde with an attitue that was double her size. She could feel that insesent tug of somebody copying her ability she cringed, this was not going to be pretty. Her ability was not a very amazing one, but it came in handy if ever a room got dark. She could create, control and manipulate lightening. A cool little party trick but nothing that would really help her out in a battle, unless she managed to fry the other person, but she usually left that to storm.
Stepping out from the shadows she looked around for whoever was playing with her ability and rolled her eyes as she spotted them. Could they be any thicker? She had a certain kind of skin that was part of her mutation that meant she didn't get fried, she doubted he could copy her body as well, there was only one mutant in existence who could do that and Izzie shuddered to think of her. Which meant that thing was going to start stinging in a very short space of time. "I'd put it out if I were you, you're probably not thick skinned enough." She answered in a smooth, but strangely cute southern lilt. There was no way of classifying Isobel from her appearance. She was a blonde, she was small and she had bright blue eyes. For all he knew she was a high school cheerleader who just liked to play around with electricity.
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Post by tyler mccormick on May 19, 2008 20:49:29 GMT
Tyler looked up and saw the mutant who he taken his powers from standing right in front of him. He played with the electricity some more and didn't really care to listen to her. That was Tyler. He never listened to Magento...Why should he listen to this little blonde. He smiled as he made the current get stronger. He finally stopped and then took off his glasses, letting her see his black eyes turn back into his blueish green eyes. "You are?" He asked her.
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Post by isobel parker on May 19, 2008 21:02:08 GMT
The look of arrogance on her face was enough to make Isobel want to hurl. This guy had some serious issues, bad issues. She could almost guess his affiliation by looking at him. That sort all ended up joining the Brotherhood one way or another, so was she really likely to tell him her real name baring in mind she tried to keep everyone ignorant about her existence and involvement with the X-Men. "Charlotte Foxton, you?" She said smoothly. Her lie was so well trained now there was no way to see through it. Isobel chose to live under another name whilst out and about because it was just easier.
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Post by tyler mccormick on May 19, 2008 21:11:09 GMT
Tyler laughed and looked at her deeply. She lied. He wanted to play along though. He looked down at the glasses which he was twiddling with his fingers. "Tyler McCormick" he said honestly. He wasn't afraid to say his name. She would probably realize who he was and most likely want to take him down. Tyler was class 4 though. His power was endless. She was beautiful. A little young. But beautiful.
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Post by isobel parker on May 19, 2008 21:18:03 GMT
The name registered, the name digested and the name pulled a reaction of 'oh great another one'. Isobel was so sick of running into people that were a) taller than her and b) more powerful than her. All she had was her wonderful sparky fingers, god d**n whoever chose people's rankings. However the three class 5s at the institute weren't all that bad and they had their own constricting factors. Anna for example could only use about a class 5 level of ability without running the risk of killing everyone around her, just great. "The Brotherhood sucker?" She asked sarcastically, a bold glint in her blue eyes.
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Post by tyler mccormick on May 19, 2008 21:21:57 GMT
Tyler laughed again. "You wanna get technical with names." He stood up and looked down at this girl. "I go by Copy Cat" he said with a smile. This girl was funny. In a way that probably others wouldn't get. He didn't want to kill her, or start a huge battle. "You go by?" He knew this girl was a X-men. He could sense it and tell by the way she talked.
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Post by isobel parker on May 19, 2008 21:27:31 GMT
It was true that Izzie had a slightly quirky sense of humour that it took a very dry wit to understand and see, most people just looked at her like she was either thick or crazy, which is why usually she kept her retorts to herself. When he asked her what she went by she smiled in return and gave another flash of those endearing baby blues. "They call me Sparkler." It fit her so perfectly. A real firework by ability and by personality she could light up a room with her personality as well as her power.
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Post by tyler mccormick on May 19, 2008 21:31:54 GMT
He smiled and liked the name. "Use to love those." he said referring to the fireworks. He gazed around at the regulars and sighed. "Shouldn't you be fighting me?" he asked her. He thought that when an X-men saw a brotherhood, they chased them down or something. Tyler was one of the generals. His power was unlimited. Shouldn't this girl be calling for back up?
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Post by isobel parker on May 19, 2008 21:35:02 GMT
She only laughed at the fond memories of his childhood, she had too loved fireworks as a kid. They had seemed like magic to her, until she learnt she could create her own by focusing very very hard on the tips of her fingers. It was then that he asked her the clincher question, why wasn't she fighting him? In honesty it was because she truly didn't want to. They were in a park full of people, he would win anyway and she actually quite liked her life so why should she bother to lose it in a pointless battle that would only lead to more tension in an already bubbling over cauldren they called a world? "Why should I be? Do you mean me any harm?"
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Post by tyler mccormick on May 19, 2008 21:43:36 GMT
He laughed again. She was funny. "I only bring harm, when harm's brought upon me." he said with a nod. He's killed many in his past. Many from taking orders from Magneto. This girl was sweet. It reminded him of his sister. She cared for Tyler so much. He looked down at his hands, little sparks coming out. He clenched his hand again and smiled. "Nice power." He said.
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Post by isobel parker on May 19, 2008 21:48:48 GMT
Isobel nodded at his affirmation of when he caused harm, and she couldn't help but agree with it. She only fought when provoked into one, and even then she would evade as long as possible to try and settle the situation with words. "My names Isobel." She finally admitted with a smile. When she watched her sparks shoot from his fingertips she smiled, it looked so funny coming from his big hands, it seemed more natural leaving her titchy little graspers, which hadn't grown, like the rest of her, since she was about 11. Isobel was a slip of a girl, tiny to the extreme yet with such a big personality to make up for it. "And yeah, I like it." She used it herself at that moment to bring a ball into each hand and then press them together, causing a pretty little contained explosion. "I'm my own personal firework display..."
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Post by tyler mccormick on May 19, 2008 22:00:24 GMT
He nodded and gazed at the small explosion in her hand. Her powers were so developed, seeing as its her one power. Tyler never really fully developed a power he took. If he tried hard, and remembered the power he took, then he had the ability to make it stronger. He was a giant sponge. All he could do was suck other powers into him. "I'm a giant sponge." He said with a laugh.
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Post by isobel parker on May 19, 2008 22:03:25 GMT
When he was self-deprecating about his own ability she let out a little tinkling laugh. Ok maybe he wasn't quite so evil, and arrogant, as her first impressions had gathered. In fact he had proved himself to be an interesting and funny young man, which made her wonder why he chose the Brotherhood to fight for. "Least you'd be handy if there was a spill, I'd just electrocute everybody." She shurgged with a small sheepish grin. Water and electricity were generally not a good mixture.
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Post by tyler mccormick on May 19, 2008 22:14:01 GMT
He nodded and could tel she was happy. He knew she picked the right side and he knew he picked the wrong...He sighed and looked at the regular people again. "Don't you wish you could be like them again?" he asked her. Among the brotherhood, Tyler was god. He hated it. His power was amazing, but he didn't need everyone on him. What he would give to be human again.
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