The New Generation.

[LockHeart]

Carl looked ahead vacantly, not really thinking of anything, while sat on a dead stump on the outskirts of the camp. Occasional flickers of electricity sparked from his skin, zapping at whatever small bitey insect tried to land on him. A rustle from behind made him turn his head sharply. Looking around, Carl's eyes fell upon a scaly teenager with cat-like slitted eyes and sharp, pointed teeth. He nodded his head.

"Jack. Something I can help you with?"

The teenager let out a sibilant his before he spoke, a forked tounge flickering out of the corner of his mouth.

"Yesss, Magneto wantssss the Huntersss to asssssemble at the meeting area."

Carl grunted and stood, dusting bits of bark off his jeans before putting up the hood on his top.

"Alright, I'll head over there now."

The scaly teenager bobbed his head before scurrying off. Carl sighed and made his way through the camp to the meeting area yet, finding it deserted apart from the two others.

Bickering... Again?

Walking towards them, he sat down in a camp chair.

"Casa. Sal."

 

[razer17]

Jason was sitting in a group of people, all around his age. The camp in general seemed a bit depressing, but this group seemed up for a laugh. He was cracking the jokes all round, slightly flirting with a pretty ginger, who, unironically, created fire balls.

Jason managed to coerce two of his fellow mutants to have a dance off when they were approached by some random guy, who just appeared in front of them.

"Whoa dud! Where you invisible or did you just teleport!?"
"I teleported, not that it matters" The stranger said coldly.
"Alright mate, i was just asking, no need to be a dick" Jason retorted.
"Well, this "dick" has been told to summon everyone to the meeting area, and that includes you lot. So get over there!" The man spat out the words, then, as quickly as he had appeared, he vanished again.

"What.A. Douchebag. Comeon guys, guess we had best head over for this meeting then.
With that they started trawling over to the other side of the camp, to the designated meeting area.

 

[Time Travelling Toaster]

"No, not stuck up...just normal," Casa laughs lightly as Carl walks into the clearing.

"Good morning Thunder kid," he salutes sarcastically.

 

[Nukey]

After removing most of the liquidized metal from his clothing and hair Adrian finally arrived at the camp, his eyes tearing due to contact with the metallic substance.

"Hey, whats going on?" He asked as he continued to remove strands of the metal from his body.

 

[LockHeart]

Carl grunted, a hangover-induced headache starting to creep up on him.

"Well someone's touchy today. What is it? You find a spot on your oh-so-pristine face?"

At least this could prove to be a distraction from last-night's after-effects...

Baiting Casa about his vanity was a hobby of Carl's and he enjoyed it with great enthusiasm. Turning towards the newcomer, Carl nodded.

"Adrian. How's it going?"

 

[sky14kemea]

Bleck, normal is for wussies in skirts. Sal thought to herself, leaning back and watching them all talking. She created a fist with her hands, then spread her palm, causing a tiny bubble to appear and float upwards into the sky. She watched it for a minute, before smiling and quietly saying "<color=royalblue>Pop".

 

[Time Travelling Toaster]

"I wish it was so simple," he grins back at Carl, "besides, it may do you some good to go a few days without drinking."

"Well if you can survive without alcohol for more than 9 hours. It's a shame, you could look halfway normal if it wasn't for the drinkers features you've developed," he smirks flinging a glass dagger into the ground.

He notices Adrian walking into the area but ignores him in favour of annoying Carl.

 

[LockHeart]

"See, always focussing on the face... You've got a one track mind Casa..."

Carl adopted a wounded expression.

"And I'm hurt by those remarks, you've no idea what they do to my self-esteem. Besides, it was my birthday yesterday, I think I deserved a half decent night in this place. Drinker's features indeed..."

He raised the back of his hand to his forehead in mock indignation.

"You might want to to take up drinking sometime though, God knows I feel the urge to drown myself in grain spirit whenever I see your mug, and you spend practically every waking moment looking in some sort of mirror, sounds traumatic."

A small grin spread across Carl's face.

 

[Time Travelling Toaster]

"See, you just don't know how to appreciate a piece of art when you see one, my dear Carl," Casa smirks, focusing more on the splintering dagger in the ground.

"And as for a one track mind, have you even noticed what's going on around you when you have been berating me?" he asks flicking his hand up to point at Magneto standing behind him, "cause I'd rather be focused on myself and knowing what's happening than others and leaving myself vulnerable."

And besides, I would have hoped you two would be beyond these petty differences by now, Magneto sighs deeply stepping past Carl towards Casa.

Would you do me a favour and have a signal sent to me when your comrades arrive? he asks raising his eyebrow, I grow tired of wandering about this camp, and have some things to attend before I tell you what is needed of you... Casa nods and Magneto walks towards where he appeared from, if possible please don't kill each other...you will be needed in the coming storm... he trails off before disappearing into the forest around them.

 

[ae86gamer]

Dexla sat on a boulder a few yards away from the others. It was always like this. She never felt comfortable around other people. Even if they were mutants too. She was a pariah. Or at least thats what she thought of herself.

A small tabby cat, who appeared next to her, purred and rubbed its head against her shoulder. "What do you want James?" Dexla said to the unassuming cat. The cat jumped off of the boulder then quickly transformed back into a young human male.

"Well sorry for trying to cheer you up. Anyways, Magneto is looking for some people to do.. something. Go and see Casa."

Dexla rose from the boulder and walked over to the small group of mutants.

 

[Nukey]

Adrian leaned back against one of the trees, carefully eying Magneto as he walked away into the forest.

"That guy scares the piss out of me sometimes." He muttered under his breath as he began to light a cigarette.

 

[The_Heretic]

A mangy dog slowly trots into the area evryone else is gathered in the dog sits down and starts biting himself trying to get rid of wayward fleas after a few minutes of this he looks around and takes everybodies appearance in.For a long time he does nothing but look around until finally he curls up and lays his head down his eyes still open.

Spoiler: ooc

Damn as soon as I post an inro everyone else stops posting....

 

[LockHeart]

Carl waited until Magneto had left before muttering under his breath.

[sub]"I'll give you petty..."[/sub]

The rest of the statement could only be described as an unintelligible mumble. Ignoring Casa's smug face, Carl glanced around, seeing a few newcomers arrive. Glancing at the mangy dog, he narrowed his eyes as the thing itched at its fleas. Taking his eyes off the dog, Carl looked up and saw Dexla make her way into the meeting area. Raising his hand, he waved a greeting.

 

[Jedoro]

Conner felt a chill go down his spine as he heard a man with the voice of authority. It had been difficult to pick out among all the other talking in the camp, but he knew it was important. Jumping out of the tree, he rolled when he hit the ground and walked towards the voice's last location.

"I... don't mean to intrude," he began, approaching the strangers, "but am I supposed to be here? I heard about some people gathering and I just got here yesterday, so I'm not all that sure what I'm doing."

 

[The_Heretic]

The dog grows bored so he trots over to the man that just entered his tail wagging slightly he looks up at him.

 

[Jedoro]

"Oh, hey there, boy," Conner began, kneeling down to pet the dog. "Aw, you got a flea problem? All of you, off, now." Some fleas began jumping off onto the ground, while others stayed. "Hey, you guys, too. No, it's not up for debate, get off of him." As the last of the fleas jumped away, Conner scratched under the dog's chin. "Feel better, boy?"

 

[The_Heretic]

The dog barks happily and slowly shifts into a human.

"Thanks dude you have no idea how annoying those things are."

 

[Jedoro]

"Whoa..." he trailed off, surprised. "Well, I've been outside a lot, so I've gotten my fair share of ticks, but haven't had fleas. I'm Conner, by the way."

 

[The_Heretic]

He grins.

"Blake or Crow whichever you prefer."He offers his hand.

 

[Jedoro]

"Crow, huh?" Conner shook the outstretched hand. "I'm Bear. You know what we're doing here, or if I'm even supposed to be here?"