X-23
Heroes 
There are two types of people. you are weak, or you are me.
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Post by X-23 on Jan 19, 2017 17:08:07 GMT -5
"It is not a bad thing. You simply do not smell fully human." Laura answered Barbara's question, even if Barbara didn't mean to ask for an explanation. while reaching across the table and taking one of the apples that had been placed in a bowl at the center of the table mainly for decorations sake rather then the idea anyone would take one. "which you clearly no longer are." Laura unsheathed a single claw in her left hand and slashed into the fruit and with practiced familiarity, separating the apple roughly in half, and chewed on the larger piece. core and all. It never occurred to her how something like her words might be taken, after all Laura wasn't human but a mutant. so it was the norm to her to not be counted as human. "your blood is stronger." no that wasn't right... it was hard to describe people's scents sometimes. she frowned. "sharper. as is with the taste of seasoned meat, there is what was before but more pronounced." More satisfied with this explanation, Laura started on the rest of her bread. "perhaps I am smelling the magic bound to your soul?" At this point Laura was just spit balling ideas aloud but it was more interesting to her then clothes.
Laura gave Barbra a flat lidded expression. "Your speech is also similar to Fathers." she noted dryly. "I own two dresses. both bought by him when there were 'important events' we were attending." The way she named said events made it clear her opinion on being presentable. "He thought it important I do not seem boy-ish too." She wasn't complaining, in actual fact Laura was finding this rather amusing, even if that wasn't coming across in her words. "I will look forward to it." She agreed, completely sincere.
After tearing her way through a rather large steak (rare enough she had needed to stop eating several times to wipe the blood from her chin. as she liked it.) Laura felt a lot better. As was usual in times like these, Laura had been happy letting the bulk of conversation flow around her, only chiming in when thoughts or questions couldn't be figured out through context. She'd found she liked Barbara well enough, she was pleasant company and Laura felt like she was understanding why her Father was so clearly attracted to her.
Laura was also the only sober person at the table. which she didn't mind, in fact it was making things more interesting to see them both relax fully as they were. As a result Laura found herself smiling in the simple amusement of Artie kissing her on the cheek. "I am... happy." she noted simply, raising the wine glass full of vodka (when her and her Father were drinking sociably it was her go to choice. It was the only thing that had the chance to affect her and even then only when she treated it like most treated beer. which she currently wasn't.) to mirror her Fathers toast. "All is well." she concluded, nodding to acknowledge his joke which wasn't exactly funny to her but she could appreciate the silliness of it if nothing else.
'I love you Artie'. That made Laura blink rapidly in surprise, glancing between the two. "oh. you are together." Laura noted finally, the surprise evident in her voice. she had known they were attracted to each other but had assumed they hadn't acted on it yet simply because Laura hadn't known about it. But it explained a lot, and looking at Artie made it obvious hearing Barbara say that had made him happy. which made Laura happy. "Good."
She wanted to know how Barabara could be married to the being that smelled in way's she didn't understand, and still be with Artie. but that wasn't her problem to deal with, and if Artie needed her help with that problem he would ask her.
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Post by Artie Cade on Jan 20, 2017 18:56:14 GMT -5
The grin that Artie wore was far less sinister than his usual. In fact it was almost one of absolute bliss, because well, that's what he felt. All was right, after a long day of everything going so very wrong. He couldn't help but be happy about it. Happier, in fact, than he could recall being in a long while. Not that his life had been anything terribly dreadful of late, especially since Laura and then Barbara had come into his life. But anything can be improved upon.
Artie reached out a hand and grasped Barbara's, kissing it and looking at her.
"I love you toooo, Barbara." he said with a wink as he kissed her hand again before he leaned back against his chair again, turning to Laura, "Well if anything could bring us all closer together, I'd certainly say it would be a day like today, huh?"
He chuckled and sipped from his glass again before he considered the prospect of another day with these two.
"I hope you'll forgive me, Laura," he said with a smirk, "If I don't participate in what you're running Barbara through. You'd have to put me back together at the end of the day and I'm not exactly the greatest leaper. I'd trust her legs over mine."
Artie giggled at his joke. Of course he never assumed Laura would want to put him through paces. He was neither an impressive physical specimen nor in any overall condition to do anything extraordinary physically. Well....Barbara may debate that, but that's a different matter. But he certainly didn't have claws of any kind, wasn't particularly agile anymore, certainly couldn't break bones with his bare hands. He had weapons for that. And these two as well.
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Cheetah
Villains 
This sort of thing doesn't happen to Barbara Minerva. I don't let it.
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Post by Cheetah on Jan 21, 2017 12:16:50 GMT -5
There is what was before, but more pronounced. That was an interesting way of putting it. Barbara wasn’t offended by her words, but she was certainly going to take things into consideration from now on. At least she could be thankfully that she didn’t know any other people with keen senses of smells like Laura. That was a godsend right there. “Perhaps you’re right. Magic bound to my soul,” she mused.
Two dresses bought by Artie? Barbara glanced sidelong at him, suspecting what those dresses would be like. Something a father would buy for his child that would be appropriate, but deny in every sort of way that she was a woman or becoming one. Then again, Laura’s figure was slight and not yet curvy. It would most definitely be an interesting shopping trip for the two of them.
Barbara had been unaware of what she had said, or rather unaware of what was implied when it spoken. She was shocked by Laura’s assumption that they were together. Certainly they had exchanged kisses and quiet moments together, along with not so quiet and rather active moments, but together? She looked at Artie, a bit confused in her state of inebriatedness. Were they? She was a flirt by nature, always being one to be confident when in a group and unafraid to tease and touch those in her company, it all just came naturally to her. But then Artie took her hand again, kissed it, and looked at her before winking and kissing it a second time. Barbara blinked and was… perhaps it was the alcohol talking, but she wanted to curl up with Artie in his chair. Just cuddle with him then and there, which made her smile. They were together, at least in some sense of the word, and that made her happy.
As Artie talked, Barbara chuckled. “Do you love my legs that much? You can watch from your cameras, or we can try to stay in one area for your entertainment. Either way, we’ll make sure to keep you intact,” she smiled. “And, on that note…” she stood and stretched, wobbling for a moment before her sense of balance came back to her. “If I’m to be exerting myself tomorrow, I should rest. I don’t think a cat with a hangover is a good thing.” Leaning over Artie, she caressed his cheek and gave him a deep kiss as a way of saying goodnight. “Thank you for the meal, it was delicious.” She wanted to stay, to be with him for the rest of the night, but there would be plenty of time for that later, she assured herself. For now, they would just have to content themselves with that kiss. That having been said and accomplished, Barbara left to turn in for the night.
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X-23
Heroes
There are two types of people. you are weak, or you are me.
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Post by X-23 on Jan 21, 2017 14:04:20 GMT -5
When Artie joked about not joining Laura and Barbara tomorrow, Laura went to smile only to find she had already been doing so for a while now. Strange. She wasn't certain she could remember the last time she'd been relaxed enough to not be hyperaware of every body movement she made, but apparently just sitting here with Artie and Barbara was enough to make her happy and calm. Laura liked the feeling a lot.
It was hard for Laura to relax around someone, even if she liked them and knew them well. The simple reason why was that every waking moment of Laura's life, part of her was considering the likelihood of attack, or other danger and what she should do and how she should sit, stand, or place her arms to maximise the likelihood she would be able to react if something does indeed happen. Usually Artie and children were the only ones she could convince her brain there was no threat and she was perfectly safe, but Barbara was in the room too. Perhaps it was how much her Father liked the woman, maybe it was because she was another superhuman and on Laura's side?
the most likely option was Barbara had seen her die and not acted on it. it was an insane thought but the fact Barbara now knew shooting her in the head worked for a bit and Barbara hadn't chosen to use it went a long way to convince Laura she wasn't going to deal with attempted murder any time soon. Plus she apparently loved her Father, which made it unlikely she would want to hurt him by attacking Laura.
Once Barbara left, Laura stood as well. "you need to sleep." Laura told him with a tone that left no room for argument. It was nice knowing he couldn't wonder down to one of his projects and work the night away if they were all back in New York. She moved around the table enough that she could hug her Father. It had been an eventful day and even she appreciated the moments of comfort between them sometimes. "Goodnight Father."
Once she was alone in the room set aside for her, Laura only dressed for bed out of habit before she sat on the edge of her bed, staring out of the window up at the moon. She watched it for nearly an hour, just contemplating the fact she nearly lost the ability to see something as simple and beautiful as the night sky today.
She had already forgotten what it was like to be dead, the thoughts fading into her subconscious. But she thought about the moon, and how easy it had been to smile, and she was sure being alive was better.
Laura curled up on the bed and went to sleep.
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Post by Artie Cade on Jan 22, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -5
Artie returned Barbara's kiss with a gentle sort of delight. It felt good...and it helped that she was an excellent kisser, and willing to place her lips on a man who only had half a face's worth of them. He held her hand and let it slip out of his as she walked away to head to the room. He couldn't help but smirk as he watched her walk...she had an excellent walk, he decided.
When Laura came to similarly bid him goodnight, he hugged her tightly and kissed her on both cheeks.
"Goodnight, Laura," he said, "Love you. Sleep well."
Artie patted her head gently as she also exited the room before he leaned back in his seat for another moment just to consider how the evening had went. Clearly the remnants and small amounts of food and drink left indicated it had gone over rather successfully. He was never much one for throwing parties or anything, but this was starting to make him reconsider. If nothing else he could be a lavish host.
His musings were then cut short as he adjusted his quilted smoking robe and made sure the last of the cigarettes were stamped out properly in the large ashtray before he too went up to the master bedroom. He wasn't entirely sure he would find Barbara there...but lo and behold, she was, already curled up in bed. As Artie began to softly rifle through the closet to find his garments already hung up and his pajamas laid out, he was pleased. His staff was indeed excellent. Slipping into them, he removed his mask and set it on the side table, grateful that Barbara had taken the right side of the bed so he could lie on his side facing her and thus hide his scarring in the pillow. Then he took advantage of his lithe frame and slipped as quietly and as gently as he could into bed, cuddling up against the dozing...or probably soon to be dozing Barbara. She was warm. A perfect ending to the day as he felt himself smile, gently putting an arm around Barbara and allowing his eyes to close.
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