Human Name: Christopher Landen Harper
Notes on Mutation: Can steal memories, plant ideas into one's mind and force images (projections) into the mind.
Birthday: July 24th, 1952
Relationship Status: Single
Family: He wiped their memory of him
Best friends: Athena and Siren
Hey, everyone, I owe everyone replies and an essay I think to Fury. I’ll be getting to that tonight to catch up. I’m sorry about poofing off the dashboard but things came up and I had to take care of it.
Also; I have a job now. (yaaaay)
This means I will be doing replies on my days off/time I…
The woman placed the tall slice of vanilla cake onto his plate and slid it over the countertop toward him. Callan blinked her deep blue eyes up at Extractor as she tugged at the inside of her bottom lips with her teeth. “My Auntie- uhm. I mean, my Aunt Jennifer taught me how.” The young woman murmured, a tinge of sadness touching her tongue as she rekindled memories of the past. “A very long time ago…” She looked back down and cut a smaller piece for herself and then ushered the man onto the couch that was located in her living room. Callan plopped down, sitting ‘indian style’ with her legs folded. She patted the cushion next to her, smiling softly at Ex, welcoming him to join her. “You probably don’t want me to go into detail.” The woman spoke through a forced chuckle. It was probably true, but the redhead wished it wasn’t. Callan hadn’t ever really been able to talk about much of her past. More than anything, the hydrokinetic wished someone would care to listen, or even care enough to be curious. She hated talking about herself to an apathetic audience.
Callan handed Ex a fork she had brought with her from the kitchen. “Bon appetit!” She mused and she buried her utensil into the spongy food, her thoughts still lingering elsewhere.
“Aunt…?’ He said, just murmuring words as he watched her and just nodded his head. Keeping his thoughts to himself on the subject at hand only because he knew that wasn’t his place. He had his own little problems to sort out—with finding where his Mother was now and a way to be closer to her without revealing who he really was it was all working according to ‘plan’. It was the fact that he had to keep it all hidden away in his mind to keep from anyone thinking he couldn’t really handle what Magneto gave him.
He just gave her a small smile and dug into his food, putting a forkful into his mouth until he stared at her. “It..-” He swallowed. “It tastes delicious, Callan, really…!” He said, nodding his head. “And…you don’t have to share anything you don’t want to. Though if you needed someone to talk to you can talk to me, I really don’t mind doing that at all.”
Callan, momentarily embarrassed, rubbed her faintly heated cheek with the back of her hand. She quickly regained her characteristic confidence, however, as a grin flitted upon her upturned lips. As much as she was on a ‘man fast’ at the moment, Extractor was so, so… handsome and attractive and adorable and really, really hot. Callan placed her knife on the counter top and reached out to the man, snaking her fingers around his wrist. The woman gently tugged at his arm, bringing his hand up to her face. Delicately, she brought the finger Ex used to wipe the frosting from her cheek up to her mouth, sucking on the sweet creaminess that clung to his flesh. The woman’s tongue grazed his finger as she nipped at it pleasantly, reveling in her own actions enjoyably. She released his hand from her grip and let it swing back down to his side. “I would apologize, but…” Her devious grin broke off her sentence as she picked up her thin knife once more and continued as if nothing had happened. She scolded herself silently. Really, her flirtatiousness would get the best of her one day…
“I am adding the finishing touches to this cake. You like cake, right? I mean, who doesnt I guess…” She chuckled lightly to herself as she cut the last strawberry, arranging them all onto their separate cradles of white frosting. Callan took a step back and admired her handiwork, before shrugging and grabbing two small plates. “You want some?” The redhead asked, glancing up as she sliced into the tall pastry.
Extractor couldn’t help but nearly choke on his own breath while he felt the other’s mouth wrap around his thumb. His face flushing a light shade of red before finally catching himself staring at her. She was beautiful and he couldn’t deny that at all, just the idea that a girl like her being interested in him seemed too farfetched for him to even understand or even wrap his mind around the concept fully. He couldn’t say he hated the feeling of having her close but he didn’t like the idea that there was nothing there for them if he did want to try to take the step.
“I—Yeah, I love cake, cake is great. Never met anyone who didn’t like it..” He said, wanting to bite his own tongue off with what he had just let fly out of his trap. I’m like a kid in high school… I can’t even talk to a damn girl without fucking things up… He sighed and ran his fingers up the back of his neck and through his hair. “I…Yeah, I’d love to try your…baking… When did you learn to bake??” He said, rolling his eyes at himself. He really had little to no swag.
“I’m not really sure how I control them,” she said. “I just do.” She thought about using her powers; the steps she took to grab the sound and release it again. It wasn’t hard to get either sound or air moving quickly—both hated being still. “Training would be awesome.” She smiled. They were almost at the diner. “I haven’t trained with anyone in a long while.”
“If your team isnt’ active just feel free to come by mine and try out some training. You know Sunshine, right? She’s there and I could really use another feminine touch around there to get everyone together. I mean, some of them just…well, they just don’t really understand how important it is to know one another, right?” He said, shrugging. “I mean, whats the point in joining us if youre just gonna stay alone and ignore everyone around you. That’s just asking for something to come and bit you in the ass.”
Callan was cutting strawberries when she heard a knock at the door, a familiar voice following the rapping sound. With a smile, she tore herself away from the multi-layered cake covered with a creamy coat of white buttermilk frosting that sat teasingly on the tiled counter top. She whipped open the door, eyes shining brightly at the man she hadnt seen for sometime. “Ex! Its so nice to see you. Come in.” The woman ushered her friend in graciously but hug-lessly, not wanting to ruin his clothes with her sugar stained hands. Callan’s golden-red hair was swept back into a high pony tail, straight edged bangs cutting across her forehead. Unbeknownst to her, she had managed to get a glob of icing on her cheek during the frosting process; her pulled back hairstyle revealed the embarrassing splotch.
The hydrokinetic reentered the kitchen with Extractor in tow, picked up her parring knife and continued to slice the delicate fruits in half. “So what brings you to my humble abode?” She asked playfully, peering up through her eyelashes at the singular man, prying herself away from her handiwork momentarily.
Extractor just stared at her and couldn’t help but give a small chuckle as he saw the glob of sugary substance being put against her cheek. He wanted to just reach out and wipe it off—but he kept his hands to himself until he walked in, shutting the door behind him to save her the trouble of having to do it with her dirty hands. “I haven’t seen you in a real long time, wanted to see how you were doing and all that. We usually went running together and I guess ever since I got the team to work with I’ve been neglecting that time we had together, eh?”
He smiled at her and held up a finger, wanting to point out the blotch before he retracted his hand and just gave a nervous sigh. His shoulders shrugging until he moved and finally ran his thumb over her cheek to give a small grin over at her. “Sorry…just…you had a little bit on your cheek and all that.” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his dry hand. “What are you making…?”
“I’m either training or attempting to socialize so there’s no problem.” He said in a friendly manner.
“Well we’ll be sure to work on both of those things.” He said with a small nod of his head, putting the notebook down beside him until he held out his hand to the other. “Great having this chat with you, Shade, I’ll be posting another notice soon to alert you where and when we’ll be holding the training..”
Spoke to Alonso (ooc/ guys dont make me talk to myself I have enough issues as it is…)
Spoke to Caleb/Shade
Speaking to Sunshine
Once everything is said and done there will be a post and we can choose on an order of who will post, alright? So we can all train.
Dont let that stunt you on talking to your teammates. Do it!! Get to know one another!!
Extractor wasnt always one to enjoy wearing clothing that was so fancy, though he couldn’t deny that it got people to look at him a lot differently. Rather than wearing jeans and a shirt he went with suits that would make his placement as an adviser visible. He was only 20, he had to make it known that Magneto made the proper choice to put him there in charge of a team. And if he proved Magneto to be wrong then he would have no problems accepting that someone else had to take over, it was for the better of the Brotherhood.
His head turned over and he gave a light smile over to Sunshine until he waved at her. “Hey, Sunshine…!” He said, rolling on the heels of his feet. “Glad you came… Kind of trying to get everyone’s ideas for training and all that. We have teams so we might as well do something with it, right?”
People come on and off saying there is nothing but smut and it is frankly a tad annoying to me at this point. If you take tinychat rp seriously then obviously you missed the memo where half the rp that goes on in there is crack and for the fun of it. I’m sorry if you find that to be offensive but if you don’t speak up no one will ever know and therefore you will just leave us wondering why the fuck you’re even complaining. Also, if none of your rps have smut then there shouldn’t be a problem. If you suddenly leave the rp and you have a storyline you were planning with someone, it’s just so lovey that you left from ‘all the smut’ while you had an actual plot. You could have stayed and rpd out your plot to show that there can be ‘more to rp’ than sex. Time travel is in xmen. Don’t even go there with me. Scroll down your dash right now and look for smut. Go for it. Do it. I’ll wait. Did you find any? How much? I’m sorry but I scrolled for about 20 minutes and found nothing but replies etc. that did not have smut in them. You have to either think we are writing a porn or see everything be smut on the dash in order for it to be ‘all about sex’. If you didnt want to rp you could have said that instead of saying you had so many ideas. Ideas? GREAT! Why didnt you try to do all the ideas with different people. You have to put in as much as you want others to put out for you. I’m sorry but if you want to bitch about smut then bitch to someone else because there is hardly any. And if you are just staring at tc thinking thats what the whole rp is then you really need a reality check if you think tc is a place to go for a deep arc.
People come on and off saying there is nothing but smut and it is frankly a tad annoying to me at this point. If you take tinychat rp seriously then obviously you missed the memo where half the rp that goes on in there is crack and for the fun of it. I’m sorry if you find that to be offensive but if you don’t speak up no one will ever know and therefore you will just leave us wondering why the fuck you’re even complaining.
Also, if none of your rps have smut then there shouldn’t be a problem. If you suddenly leave the rp and you have a storyline you were planning with someone, it’s just so lovey that you left from ‘all the smut’ while you had an actual plot.
You could have stayed and rpd out your plot to show that there can be ‘more to rp’ than sex.
Time travel is in xmen. Don’t even go there with me.
Scroll down your dash right now and look for smut. Go for it. Do it. I’ll wait.
Did you find any? How much? I’m sorry but I scrolled for about 20 minutes and found nothing but replies etc. that did not have smut in them. You have to either think we are writing a porn or see everything be smut on the dash in order for it to be ‘all about sex’.
If you didnt want to rp you could have said that instead of saying you had so many ideas. Ideas? GREAT! Why didnt you try to do all the ideas with different people.
You have to put in as much as you want others to put out for you. I’m sorry but if you want to bitch about smut then bitch to someone else because there is hardly any. And if you are just staring at tc thinking thats what the whole rp is then you really need a reality check if you think tc is a place to go for a deep arc.