Noises and Photographs (OPEN)

[Mikhail Ursus]

Mid-day Saturday usually involved some form of hike, but that was on a good day. Today wasn't necessarily bad for Mikhail but it wasn't necessarily good either. It was somewhere in the middle in between joy and sorrow. An emotional purgatory of sorts.

His dreams made sure of that.

Mikhail has learned to cope with his heavy losses by simply hiding behind a sarcastic yet sunny disposition. But days like today, where his dreams reminded him of the reality he'd endured, it was hard to play the part. Instead he locked himself in his dorm room, flipping through a photo album. The album itself wasn't expensive or particularly interesting. It was filled with mostly dull or awkward pictures that didn't fit in albums that memorialized holidays, birthdays or special occasions. However, it was the only thing he could save after abruptly having to run away from his home. The only physical memories of a family he missed more every day were held within the binding of that album so it has become his most treasured possession..

There was a particular photo that caught his eye. It was one of his mother holding him as a baby. She wasn't looking into the lens and it looked like she was in the middle of saying something. It wasn't flattering at all as it also appeared as she was struggling to keep baby Mikhail in her arms. Something about that photo inspired true emotion to seep out as a tear rolled down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away and looked around, almost afraid that someone would see him, though he was alone in a room he shared with someone that wasn't currently there.

He was alone.

That was the only thing that mattered. Eventually, commotion would bring Mikhail out of his depressing revery. It sounded like muffled screams at first but they kept getting louder and louder. Mikhail placed the album down but kept the photo in his hands as he crept closer to his door. It was difficult to make out what was happening but it sounded like an argument. An argument that ended with a loud crash.

Mikhail swung his dorm room door open and stepped outside. The noise was echoing from down the halls but it was impossible to tell where it was coming from. Since finding the school at the end of his worldly travels, Mikhail had come to learn that commotions such as these weren't always trouble. They were usually a student who had no control over his powers. However, it was always better to check. He took a few steps down the hall when he suddenly noticed someone walking beside him. When that person got there was the true question but Mikhail figured he'd be polite.

"H-H-Hi?" It was a little awkward for him since that person was standing too close for someone he didn't know. Especially after he noticed he was still holding the photo in his hand. He tried to sneakily place it in his back pocket as if it were meat that a bear wasn't willing to share. However, since he was being extra careful not to crumple it, he wasn't exactly being a ninja about it. "You hear commotion, too?"

[Masato Oshiro]

It was the typical Saturday for Masato, a good couple of hours spent sewing, and a few hours with his nose in a book. It was all he could do to avoid worrying about next thing that usually came along on Friday.

As time grew closer Masato seemed to get more and more worried, until his phone started to blare from the other side of the desk. Right on time.[/color] He hesitated at first before answering the phone, fully prepared for what his usual Saturday routine.

Bringing the phone to his ear, he could already hear his fathers voice. The aggressive but calm tone that came from the other end of the line always sent shivers up Masato's spine. It was the standard accusations and remarks, but he was used to it a long time ago. He was only hoping that something was going to be able to drag him away from the call. Like maybe a fire, or an explosion.

It was then he could hear a faint yelling from down the hall, and he was really hoping he hadn't pushed his luck. "I'm sorry, but I have to go, I think something might be on fire." As he hung up on his father, Masato heard a crashing sound, and knew something was up. "Damn."

Taking off down the hallway, he ran next to another student, who seemed to be heading toward the noise. Catching up to the other student, Masato was curious about what the commotion was. He turned slightly when the other student spoke up, and gave a quick smile. "Hello." Masato's eyes shifted to the photo the other student was sliding into his pocket, but figured it wasn't something to bring up at the moment. "Yes I did. Any idea what's going on?"


((Japanese English))

[Tory Allaine]

Victory's mother had phoned her today. It took her a while, but she gathered the courage to phone her back eventually. She'd marched down the hall wearing a pair of black pajama pants with the 'KISS' logo printed in random positions on them and a plain black tank top, no bra. She was bumming around today, a little bit depressed about her life's bullshit. It wasn't often she allowed this to get the best of her, and it was incredibly rare that she was seen out of her room without her hair styled and her make-up done. Well, she was wearing a bit of make-up today but that had been done out of pure boredom. Nothing more than a touch of smokey black around her eyes and just a little bit of lip gloss.

So she'd chosen the farthest bathroom from her room as the forum for this phone call, apparently mistakenly.

"Zdravstvuy , mama,

[/b][/i]" she said timidly into the receiver, her cell phone on speaker and resting on the bathroom counter.

"Zdravstvuyte Victory , kak zhe shkola ?[/i]" Her mother responded as any mother would. And Victory, having been close to her mother her whole life, couldn't help but to launch into a bit of a rant.

"Eto khorosho . On otlichayetsya zdes', v Amerike . Sushchestvuyet tak mnogo uchit'sya, i ya ne uveren , gotov li ya uchit'sya. YA ne byl zdes' ochen' dolgo, no uzhe chuvstvuyu, kak budto ya ochen' toskuyu po domu . YA skuchayu po tebe , i moi brat'ya . YA dazhe skuchayu papa , nesmotrya na to, chto on skazal mne pered moim ot"yezdom . YA khotel by posetit' . Kogda budet luchshe , mama?[/b][/i]"

"Dorogaya, ya ne dumayu, chto bylo by mudro . YA dazhe ne dumayu , chto eto bezopasno , chtoby pozvonit' vam . Tvoy otets nepreklonen po otnosheniyu k nam ne obrashchayetsya k vam .[/i]"

Victory's heart sank. Never had she thought she would hear these words from her own mother. As it turned out, the best thing she'd ever done was leave that country and come to America. There was nothing else for her to have done. She was all alone in a new school, in a new country and nothing familiar to her at all. Why should a conversation with her mother go well?

The shouting that Mikhail and Masato would hear was what Victory had to say next.

"YA nikogda ne dumal, chto ya slyshu vy govorite eti slova , mama. Ne raz v moyey zhizni ya dumayu, ya by uslyshat' vas podchinit'sya vole ottsa. Ne eto plokho. YA nadeyus', chto vy gordites' soboy i vashikh synovey. YA nadeyus', chto eto legko zabyt' o sebe radi tebya , mama. Prosto znayte, chto vsyu ostavshuyusya zhizn' ya budu pomnit' vas, kak etot chertov suka. Mat', kotoraya ne mogla nayti yego v svoyem serdtse , chtoby lyubit' yeye doch' dostatochno oslushat'sya muzha. Poshel na khuy , mama. Poshel na khuy .[/i][/color]"

Abruptly, Tory hung up the phone and walked into the hall just in time to be run into by a flying, pink haired mutant carrying a blanket.

Together, they went flying into a wall and the entire world shifted. The pink haired girl worked to quickly remove the blanket from her face but it would reveal that the walls of the school were now slimy and flesh coloured like a giant esophagus, pulsating and twitching every so often. The pink haired mutant was really a bright pink demon, well endowed and sultry looking. She looked like she was a demon of a specific sin, of temptation and desire. Victory wanted nothing to do with this. So she began to scream. [/blockquote][/justify]

Zdravstvuy , mama. = Hello, mother.

Zdravstvuyte , kak zhe shkola ? = Hello Victory, how is school?

Eto khorosho . On otlichayetsya zdes', v Amerike . Sushchestvuyet tak mnogo uchit'sya, i ya ne uveren , gotov li ya uchit'sya. YA ne byl zdes' ochen' dolgo, no uzhe chuvstvuyu, kak budto ya ochen' toskuyu po domu . YA skuchayu po tebe , i moi brat'ya . YA dazhe skuchayu papa , nesmotrya na to, chto on skazal mne pered moim ot"yezdom . YA khotel by posetit' . Kogda budet luchshe , mama?
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It is good. It is different here in America. There is so much to learn and I am not sure if I am ready to learn it. I have not been here very long but already feel as though I am very homesick. I miss you and my brothers. I even miss dad, despite what he said to me before I left. I wish to visit. When would be best, mom?

Dorogaya, ya ne dumayu, chto bylo by mudro . YA dazhe ne dumayu , chto eto bezopasno , chtoby pozvonit' vam . Tvoy otets nepreklonen po otnosheniyu k nam ne obrashchayetsya k vam .
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Darling, I do not think that would be wise. I do not even think it is safe to call you. Your father is adamant about us not speaking to you.

YA nikogda ne dumal, chto ya slyshu vy govorite eti slova , mama. Ne raz v moyey zhizni ya dumayu, ya by uslyshat' vas podchinit'sya vole ottsa. Ne eto plokho. YA nadeyus', chto vy gordites' soboy i vashikh synovey. YA nadeyus', chto eto legko zabyt' o sebe radi tebya , mama. Prosto znayte, chto vsyu ostavshuyusya zhizn' ya budu pomnit' vas, kak etot chertov suka. Mat', kotoraya ne mogla nayti yego v svoyem serdtse , chtoby lyubit' yeye doch' dostatochno oslushat'sya muzha. Poshel na khuy , mama. Poshel na khuy .
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I never thought I would hear you speak those words, mother. Not once in my life did I think I would have to hear you bend to father's will. Not this badly. I hope you are proud of yourself and of your sons. I hope it is easy to forget about me for your sake, mother. Just know that the rest of my life I will remember you as this fucking bitch. The mother who couldn't find it in her heart to love her daughter enough to disobey her husband. Fuck you, mom. Fuck you.

[Megan Gwynn]

A little earlier in the day Megan was playing with sparkles! She was making pretty sparkly pictures for her and her friends but then she had an accident! She sneezed and suddenly there were sparkles everywhere! So she finished what she was doing with the cards because she totally had a vision that she couldn't let go of and then she went off to change her bedding. Not that she minded the sparkles but sometimes against your skin they were super pointy and uncomfortable and that would suck to sleep in.

So she went flying down the hall, a trail of sparkles fluttering to the ground slowly behind her as she sped through as per usual. Her jean shorts and pink shirt were covered completely in green sparkles. It was on her way back, of course, that she was carrying a blanket balled up in front of her and she was flying just a little too quickly for the visibility she had at the time and ran SMACK into another student.

She really needed to stop doing that!

They went tumbling together into the wall and it took Megan a moment to get her bearings and once she did, she realized that the poor girl she'd run into was wrapped up in the blanket! OH DEAR!

"OH MY GOODNESS I'm so sososososo sorry! I didn't meant to run into you I just need to watch where I'm going. Are you alright?

[/b]" she was sputtering words as she tried to uncover the girl's head but as soon as she saw her eyes she realized that she'd accidentally dusted her when she ran into her.

Megan still had no idea how to deal with this situation. There was really nothing to be done but wait it out as the short, young brunette sat curled up in a corner, cowering away from her and screaming, sometimes in a foreign language that sounded an awful lot like Russian.So Megan fluttered around nervously trying not to scare the girl too much and waiting out the effects of the Pixie Dust. She wanted to make sure the girl wasn't going to wander off and get hurt.[/justify][/blockquote]

[Ruth Bat-Seraph]

Having completed her afternoon workout and shower Ruth had padded across the hall from the bathroom into her bedroom. The nice thing about being at the very end of the hall was that the room was right next to a bathroom which was very convenient. Especially in the mornings. Or it would have been if the Israeli girl had any make-up beyond eye liner or any clothing choices that hadn't been government issued.

Dropping her bathrobe on the bed she pulled on clean underwear and shrugged into a bra before disappearing into the small walk in closet that she shared with her roommate, Delphine. She flicked the switch next to the closet door and padded inside, looking for something suitable to wear that was neither desert tan, arctic white, or olive green. She rifled through her own things, though she knew what was there and then she turned and rifled through Delphine's things, though she would never take anything of the Australian's to wear. Though she could, at least, dream of having a wardrobe that was as varied as her roommate's.

Finding nothing to suit her fancy she padded back out of the closet and saw a dark haired boy sitting on Delphine's bed. Watching her. More like leering at her. What in the world was he doing in here anyway? Ruth knew it was partially her own fault for having not locked the door.

"Who? What? How? Why," she spluttered, at a loss for words as she moved her hands quickly to cover herself as much as she could. How dare this boy invade her room without so much as the courtesy of knocking on her door first.

"Just enjoying the view," Julian said expansively, not bothering to avert his gaze from the Israeli even slightly.

"OUT," Ruth roared, crossing the room in a couple of strides and laying her hands on Julian.

In a flash she was by the room's door and swinging Julian towards it. She flung the boy, with a not insignificant amount of her prestigious strength. There was an incredible banging crash and the door broke and splintered as Julian was thrown through it to land in the hallway with a thud, though he landed on something surprisingly soft and quickly enough deduced that he had landed with his head in some girl's chest. Always a silver lining.

"AND STAY OUT! FOREVER!" Ruth shouted, stalking to the door and popping her head out to look at the dark-haired boy, not immediately aware of the crowd right outside her door.

Then, suddenly, she noticed them.

And became horrifyingly aware of their presence. Not to mention the screaming girl. And two other boys that could now see her in a very indecent amount of clothing.

'What in the name of all things...'

The Israeli girl gave a soft little gasp and then, quite suddenly, narrowed her ice blue eyes at all of them. "All of you stay out! The next one goes through the window!"

With that she disappeared back into her room and into the closet, shutting the closet door behind her to quickly pull on a pair of desert khaki pants that went down to her ankle and a brown t-shirt. This was no time to be picky. What if they were all ransacking her room while she was getting dressed. Oh they would all pay.

Feeling much better, now that she was properly dressed, she stalked back out of the closet and looked around. Everything was just as she had left it. Good. She stalked back across the room and poked her head out once more. "What's going on here," she demanded, looking from Megan to Mikhail to Tory to Julian to Masato.

[Julian Keller]

Julian prowled the hallways of the student dormitory section of the Mansion. He was looking for one room in particular and he was casually scanning the nameplates on the rooms as he passed each of them by. Clarice Ferguson, Kurt Wagner, some Russian guy named Mikhail. This school was practically the United Nations with the nationalities of all of the students in the Mansion.

However, none of those names were the ones he was looking for. No, this afternoon he was off in search of the room that belonged to Delphine Burris and whoever it was that had happened to adopt her as a roommate in the Mansion. In truth, Delphine hadn't so much invited him back to meet her in her room as she had not said no when he'd made the suggestion. So, now Julian found himself wandering through the halls looking for the right door.

There were angry shoutings coming from the bathroom across the hall from the door as he opened the door and let himself into the room without bothering to knock. To his way of thinking, after all, he had been invited so there was no need to bother with niceties like knocking. Besides, those kinds of things were for Plebeians.

As Julian settled himself on one of the beds in the room he was quick to notice the someone was in the room already. They were back in the walk-in closet. No doubt that would be the Australian girl making herself all pretty for Julian. Not wanting to interrupt he sat quietly and waited, at least until it turned out that the person in the closet had actually been Delphine's roommate, not that the dark-haired girl wasn't also terrifically attractive.

"Who? What? How? Why?"

"Just enjoying the view," Julian said expansively, not bothering to avert his gaze from the Israeli even slightly. Not that he could be blamed for it, and he had to admit that it was awful cute the way she was trying to cover herself with just her hands. He tossed a wink Ruth's way just as she opened up on him again.

"OUT!"

Just like that she had crossed the room. Julian liked where this was going, even if she was being a bit more forceful than he would have liked. No matter, he could address that little issue with his telekinesis. What were powers for? Then, all of a sudden, he found himself lifted up off of the ground and abruptly slammed through the door to the room.

"AND STAY OUT! FOREVER!"

Momentarily stunned from being slammed through a wooden door it took Julian a few seconds to figure out where and how he had landed. Turning his head slightly against the screaming Tory's chest he glanced up and figured out that he had landed on the rather charming, fun-sized Russian who was more than taken with him.

She was just playing hard to get.

That was all.

Like every other girl in the Mansion.

"Oh...," he groaned, sinking a bit more into the diminutive Russian and appropriating her chest for his pillow. So she was screaming a little. Big deal. That was just shock.

"Enough," he groaned, putting a hand over Tory's mouth. "It's just me, now if you don't mind I think I've been hit by a truck..."

So he was hamming it up a bit, but with all the girls around to feel sorry for him could he really be blamed? Not in the least.

[Mikhail Ursus]

For the life of Mikhail, he just couldn't remember the name Masato. He kept going through faces and names in his head but the cycle never reached completion. Mikhail had met this one before, or at the very least shared a class with the kid. The Russian metaphorically kicked himself as he felt he should know what to call him. This good-natured Asian standing beside him would have to remain nameless for the time being. Instead, Mikhail would answer his question as politely as he could.

"No idea." His hand reached up and scratched the back of his neck nervously as he tried his best to hide the emotions that ran through him. "It is probably dumb kid can't control gift." Mikhail often spoke of other kids as if he weren't one himself. Truth be told he felt as though he'd never had a childhood. "It was peaceful one minute then... crash." The odd duo continued down the hall, the screams only getting louder, but it wasn't until a second boom startled the both of them.

The first crash was low but the second boom sounded like a small explosion taking down a door. Mikhail slipped into a memory for a second as the sound reminded him of his door back in Russia. A door that was taken down in order to exterminate his family. He quickly gathered his bearings and took off in a sprint, not really sure if Masato was behind him but also not really caring. He'd calculated that this wasn't the run of mill accidental usage of mutant power. This was a fight.

Rounding the corner at high speeds the first thing that caught his eye was the half naked clearly Israeli chick standing by a door way. After her sudden departure, a pink fairy fluttering frantically in mid-air caught his gaze. She seemed upset at something and that something became surprisingly clear when Mikhail's sights laid upon what appeared to be a helpless girl being attacked by some douchebag. The tiny female was uttering something about a demon in Russian and Mikhail figured she was speaking about the American that silenced her by closing her mouth with his hand, appearing as if he was doing this to shut her up. Angered by what he figured to be some sort of assault, Mikhail took off into a fast sprint, gaining enough speed to push the boy off of the girl with a shoulder block, following it up with a right hook to his face.

Perhaps it was hasty for Mikhail to act in such a way but from his perspective it appeared as though his fellow Russian was in dire need of help. Placing his body between her and those he mistook as attackers, Mikhail prepped himself to let the ferociousness out from inside if need be. "You stay away from her! Ursa Major will not let you hurt her!" He was serious in his threat and if the American neared him even by an inch he would make good on his promise. Little did he know about this particular asshole's gift but little did he care about it also.

The tension could be cut with a knife until that half-naked girl, now clothed, joined the altercation. Her question had no answer at the moment but Mikhail felt it prudent to make one up. "They attack her. I protect her. That is what is going on." Mikhail was rather new to the school. He'd seen all of their faces before but couldn't place their names. Well, everybody but the girl that was weeping behind him. She was refreshingly new to him since she appeared to be Russian as well. He had no idea Tori had just been dusted by Megan's pixie dust after an accidental run in. He had no clue that Tori was hallucinating and wasn't really being attacked by Jullian who got accidentally tossed into her through a door by Ruth. He was still trying to remember Masato's name. And had he known Jullian was only being Jullian, well... He probably would've still punched the bastard.

All in all, a quiet mid-day Saturday had now turned into a shitfest.

[Masato Oshiro]

Masato nodded as they continued down the hallway. He was still confused about what might be happening, but he figured what's the worst that could happen. Possibly not the right train of thought when being blown up is one of the tamest horrible things that could happen on a daily basis. His hand brushed through his hair as he tried to brush the thought out of his mind.

"Not sure, but then again if we could control our powers perfectly all the time, we wouldn't be at a school like this." He wouldn't be surprised really if somebody had lost control of there powers, nobody was perfect. It was when the other student ran off in front of them that he got a bad chill. "Great." Running off toward the sounds, and hoping he was going to be able to catch up to Mikhail, all that kept bouncing through his head was hopes that his powers weren't going to kick in.

Turing a corner he came to a halt as he almost collided with Megan. "Woah, there's already crowd forming."" Running through his mind as he tried to think of the right thing to say, and to best defuse the situation. From what he could tell the girl was cowering in a corner and that would explain the screams that they heard, but was confused as what Julian was doing, and was a little shocked by the events that followed.

First there was the other student that came out of a near by room, and look angry. "A very good question, and one that might take a few minutes to clear,...." It was with in his sentence he watched Mikhail move between Julian and the panicked student. It wasn't until he attacked the other student, that things started to come to pieces. "Damn, I need to stop this, fast." It was one of those moments where he had accidentally switched into his native tongue, but given everything that was going on, he was just hoping his powers weren't going to go off.

He turned when Mikhail started to explain what he was doing to the student who just walked out of the room. "Alright that's enough." He was still confused as to what was going on, but he might be able to piece things together if the events would allow him a moment to think. "There has to be a reason on what's going on, and while he may be a creep, a pervert, and an ass I doubt this is as bad as it looked when we arrived."

Using this time to try and step in between Julian and Mikhail, to try and stop any future confrontations. "Mikhail, isn't it? While I think he did deserve that for many reasons." Turning on his heel to face Julian, with the a sharp glare. "Not a word." Before turning back to the taller of the two. "I think there might be more here then we think."' Shifting glances at Megan, Tory, and Ruth, he was curious about what pieces had fallen into play here. "Alright let's all try to calm down, and start from the beginning, who wants to start."

[Tory Allaine]

Tory was terrified. There were aliens coming out of the woodwork. That demon was fluttering and hovering but not actually doing anything, and suddenly there was a giant, slimy leech trying to silence her with its face in her chest. Clearly it was looking for her heart. She didn't know what to do, she couldn't even really react before things continued to get out of hand. She'd tried to pry him off of her but her movements were sluggish, her arms felt weak.

That was when two taller looking alien-like creatures showed up. They were more humanoid than the leech. They almost looked familiar. When they spoke it was the first time since what seemed like forever that she'd actually heard recognizable language, a definable speech pattern. She started to calm as the larger of the two seemed to jump forward to protect her. He ripped the leech off of her as she closed her eyes and cowered further into the corner. The one... he had a Russian accent.

For the life of her she couldn't find the words in English for what she wanted to say, the questions she wanted answers to. Hell, she could barely even remember the questions she wanted answers to.

She whimpered slightly as Masato stood between Mikhail and Julian, though through her eyes it was two slender grey faced aliens and a giant, black leech. In the background fluttered the demon, though she seemed almost as lost as Tory was in her body language.

"Chto proiskhodit ?

[/i][/color]" she asked in earnest, trying desperately to find the English words but he speech would come out in Russian. "Yest' demony i drugiye sushchestva zdes' . YA ne dumayu, chto vse eto bylo real'no. Kto vy?"

Each and every one of Tory's words were whimpered. She was clearly terrified. Curled up in a ball in the corner, being the only person here hallucinating and seeing such horrific things... she should have figured that there would be some righteous retribution after the way she had spoken to her mother.

Completely broken by this point, Tory folded her arms together across the top of her knees and buried her face, beginning to cry. There was nothing she could do now, she was surely going to die, or so she seemed to think. But what did she care? She had nothing. The only thing left tying her to this world was the school, the school filled with a million strangers.[/blockquote][/justify]

Chto proiskhodit ? = what is happening?

Yest' demony i drugiye sushchestva zdes' . YA ne dumayu, chto vse eto bylo real'no. Kto vy? = There are demons and other creatures here. I did not think any of this was real. Who are you?

[Megan Gwynn]

As if it just had to happen, juuuust to make matters worse, that jerk-face from the cookout who had caused all that ruckus was thrown through a door and there was a girl who was very upset doing the throwing!

What a big meanie he was!

He landed, plunk, on top of the girl she'd just run into and accidentally dusted and she could do nothing but stare on in horror as he tried to silence her with his hand! OH was Megan FUMING! She was so upset and it was taking everything, absolutely everything in her power to keep her Pixie Dust to herself now! There was no reason for anybody else to be dusted today but she was sure going to give Julian a piece of her mind!

And then another boy came running down the hall and my was he angry! He pulled Julian right up off of the tiny girl and BAM!, popped him one good! Julian deserved it but this newcomer had NO idea what was happening and things just kept spinning out of control before Megan could even speak!

She really really really really wanted to explain what was going on here! There was so much that could happen that could be easily avoided and clearly nobody else here understood that the poor dark haired girl in the corner was hallucinating! OHhhhhh dear that poor little thing!

Then Masato was there! This made Megan very happy indeed, she liked him and he seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. And he put everyone right in their proper place, yes he did.

And then he wanted for someone to explain what was happening. And Megan was the only one here who was coherent through the whole thing so she spoke up, over some snotty remark that Julian would surely come up with. He was such a brat.

"Well, y'see, I didn't mean to do it, no I did not,

[/b]" Megan began in her usual, rather quick Welsh tones. "But see I was flyin' down the hall here and then out of nowhere this poor girl came out and I smacked into her with the blanket! I did! But I didn't realize that I had Dusted the poor dear, so PLEASE be NICE, she's hallucinating![/b]"

It was then that Tory began to whimper in Russian and after she had started crying, Megan wanted nothing more than to hug her. It was clear, when Tory had spoken that she was addressing Mikhail, maybe she'd recognized his accent but after she had started to cry, Megan looked back at the boys, definitely not Julian, a pleading look on her face.

"Oohhhh the poor dearrr.... I would go and hug her but she's afraid of me, yes she is. I don't know what she's seeing but it sure must be scary!... But then after I realized that she was hallucinating, Masato, Julian was thrown through this door here and landed right on top of her!... and that's when this boy here showed up and pulled him right off of her! But you saw that didn't you....[/b]"

Megan looked down at the ground, landing softly, her wings drooping sadly against her back. She was clearly ashamed. "I am sorry I've been so much trouble.[/b]"[/blockquote][/justify]

OOC: I just assumed that at some point during the Cookout thread Masato's name would have come up, hope you don't mind. I'll change if need be.

[Julian Keller]

Julian had just settled himself, more or less, against Tory and would explain to her in a moment what was going on. Again, more or less. As nearly as he could tell it wasn't his fault that the dark haired girl had put him through her bedroom door. He had been invited back to the room, sort of, by her roommate, after all. Covering Tory's mouth with his hand had even gotten the noise she was making down to something less than ear splitting headache levels, which was convenient.

Then, just like that, someone had slammed into him and then punched him. What was up with all of this anyway? He hadn't done anything wrong. Why was the automatic assumption always that he was in the wrong, anyway? Flopping onto his back the telekinetic narrowed his eyes up at the big Russian that had obviously been the attacker.

"You wanna go? Come at me, bro," Julian declared, flipping the big man the bird. He was just about to respond with a telekinetic haymaker that would knock the Russian into next week when someone stepped into the line of fire, putting those plans on hold for the time being. But Julian would definitely tag the Russian back, you could count on that.

Before the situation could escalate any further out of hand than it already was other people began to explain what was going on while, for the moment, Julian remained sprawled out on the floor. Surprise was always a useful tool and the big Russian would never even see what was going to blindside him coming.

"I've done nothing wrong," he claimed in a defiant tone. "I was invited to her room," he pointed at Ruth, "by her roomie. I was in there, with permission, and she comes out of the closet all in a huff and, before I can explain, she puts me through the door." He gestured a bit vaguely in the direction of bits of door. "I landed on Tory there," he pointed at Tory, "quite by accident. She's going berserk so I try to hush her up so I can explain... and then you," he glared at Mikhail, "come along and attack for no good reason," he finished, narrowing his eyes at the Russian.

"That the way they do things in Russia, eh Comrade?"

[Ruth Bat-Seraph]

Ruth crossed her arms over her chest and glared around at everyone. She did not like having her personal space invaded or violated. As far as she was concerned even though everything wasn't going on in her room it was still part of her personal space since it was immediately outside the door. She watched, with no small amount of satisfaction, as the burly Russian body checked and then cold cocked Julian. Served him right, the leering little toad.

"Invited or not does not give you permission to enter a room without knocking," she said huffily, clearly not regretting in the least what she had just done to him. Really the only downside was that her bedroom now had no door until a new one could be found.

"I was looking for something to wear, came out of my closet, and there he was leering at me, quite uninvited," she continued, trying to decide whether or not she should cross the hall and kick Julian hard in the ribs for good measure. "Of course I threw him out on his ear, it's what anyone would have done," she continued, eyes still narrowed in Julian's direction and half hoping that the big Russian would hit him again.