Heading through the dorm, he hears thumping music coming from one of the doors - a party. On the door, a note is pinned. Eveeryone's welcome. You have to bring snacks tho. Outside, Victor hears a female voice curse, and sees a flash of sparks, coming from near the mansion.
Seeing that Victor had no snacks or drinks at hand, he didn't want to impose on that party. Instead, he checked out what has happening outside.
Normally Sophia would have assumed that everything was fine, but after the encounter with the invisible guy earlier she could not help but worry. For a brief moment she considered going back and listening to the conversation, but quickly dismissed the idea – it would be rude to eavesdrop and at the same time nearly impossible to fully understand what was going on with only her father's half of the conversation open to her. Thus she decided to wait inside and ask about it as soon as her father walked inside.
Heading out, Victor sees another flash of sparks, and getting closer, makes out a woman in the darkness. "Oh, hey." She turns to face him. "Sorry, was I disturbing you? I try to keep it down when I'm practicing, but some times I forget how loud it can be."
Deciding not to push too much just yet, he begins to redress and make their way back. (Brain's not really in it today.)
Spoiler: Awareness Roll 1 Success "Oh, just some foreign business." He says as he enters the house. "Nothing to worry about - and none of your concern." He acts like his normal, unphased self, but clearly he's at least a little shaken.
(That's fine - I'll still be here when you're feeling better. I've got a project to record later, anyway, so I won't be online all day either.) Idly, Miriam makes small talk as they cross the grounds. "So...have you been in a lot of fights?"
Sophia gave her father a doubtful look. “Are you sure about that, father? It's just some foreign business and nothing more? No relation to the invisible guy that was here earlier?” She brought up the incident from earlier, trying to take advantage of the fact her father was clearly shaken at least a bit.
'Hi,' Victor greeted the girl, 'No, no, I just got here and was curious what was making those noises. Aren't there better places to practise than here?'
Magenta resisted the spirit's urging. Nervousness at getting caught, fear of what the man she hoped would become her boyfriend would think, and her own limited (but growing) inexperience stopped her. But her passenger was insistent and relentless. Magenta was squirming in her seat a half-hour into the movie, although thankfully it appeared more from fright than arousal. Mark squeezed her hand reassuringly, but his comfort was no help. Her attention constantly darted from the film to the boys pants and soon she wasn't watching the movie at all. The spirit teased her insides before striking at her clit and Magenta whimpered as her resolve broke. Her hand squirmed from Mark's grip and moved down into his lap where she started unbuckling his pants. The young man looked at her wide-eyed in shock but said nothing as she slowly dropped his zipper. He opened his mouth to say something but she held a finger to his lips while her free hand moved inside his boxers to grab his quickly hardening cock. She stroked it a couple of times before pulling it free of its constraint. Her eyes went down and it was her turn to stare wide-eyed. He was bigger than she had been expecting. She gripped him with both hands, one above the other, and his mushroom head still nestled nicely out of her fist. He was uncircumcised which surprised her for some reason, and she pulled back his foreskin with her index finger and thumb before shuffling in her seat so she could bend down and take his cock into her mouth. "Oh shit!" she heard him exclaim at the exact moment a jump scare happened on screen. Her tongue swirled around his member's head, lathering the purple bulb with saliva. He groaned in pleasure and tentatively rested a hand on the back of her head, guiding her down. Mags let him, taking more of his shaft into her mouth. The tip of his cock brushed against her throat and she stopped, pulling back before going back down again. She heard him struggle to control his breathing as he leaned back into his seat trying to relax and no longer paying any attention to the movie. She expected the experience to be over quickly, but to her surprise the young man lasted quite a while, in fact while she had him in her mouth he showed no signs of nearing completion. Further! More! The spirit demanded and with only slight hesitation the next time Magenta descended she pushed the head of his admittedly impressive size down her throat. Mags heard a satisfying strained gargling sound come from Mark and his breathing labored as she deep-throated him. The cock in her throat twitched and pulsed, but Mark managed to control himself not letting loose. Magenta teased the underside of his rod with her tongue, dancing it lightly along its length and the handsome man grunted in effort. Frustrated at his control and depriving herself of oxygen, Maggie started to hum, her vocal cords reverberating along the length in her throat. "Oh holy fuck!" she heard him choke out and then she felt a jet of warm sticky goo blast down her throat into her gullet, followed by another and another and another. NO! her passenger cried out in frustration and anger. That was supposed to be for me! Immediately she could feel her approaching climax whither and die out while the spirit still played her pussy like a violin, frustrating her further. You'll pay dearly for that.
"Yeah, but not really to the scale of trained assassins or anything outside of practice." For a brief moment, he stopped. He had to try and think of what to say. I'm serious about the while responsibility thing. You don't get it. Your power. It's terrifying. What the fuck are you on about? You fight like galactic space monsters and shit all the time that could vaporize me. But they choose too. You have no idea. Imagine the idea there's a being on your planet that could one day, without even trying, just destroy everything without even meaning to. Even Aphosis while he still wants to eat the universe and everything, plans for it to happen. At least when your mother is out trying to do something like steal research or fight the league, she intends to do it and can control the impact. They might be stronger, but I'm not nearly as afraid of them as I am someone like you. One day, you'll grow to the point where you will kill everybody you know. And you probably won't even notice. I'm not- Look, my point is. You're never going to have a normal life. You're not meant for it. But having that kind of power is a burden. The great power comes great responsibility speech is the truth. I'm saying this as your father, I'm not sure anybody is not going to be afraid of what you could ultimately become capable of. You're way off from being even close to there yet, maybe. But they'll always be thinking about it. They'll ask about it, but they don't really want to know. Mutants are always going to be feared. Your mother...isn't wrong about that. You'll use them for good eventually. I'm sure of that. But even then...I'm not sure if even finally mastering them will make it any better. They might be impressed for a little while, but they'll always be wondering in the back of their minds if you won't kill them in a instant and there's nothing they can do about it. Right. He didn't know why he was just thinking about that conversation with his father right now, but looking at her, he had to wonder. She had the ability to help fix his ability to control it....but was that going to happen? Was she going to be thinking about what would've happened if she wasn't around to do that? He probably should try focusing on his regular fights more than any of his kind of mock battles against other powered. "I mean, I'm used to fighting. Usually, it's over just stupid shit. Those guys aren't anything special. Sometimes there is a guy whose got some kind of enhancement or whatever, but they aren't much. I still got a lot of bruises before I really started winning. Now, it's actually kind of harder to make sure they'll get back up." He was speaking off handedly, but circled back to what he was trying to avoid making her picture. "I mean, not like that's ever happened. I know I don't look it, but I'm not like going out of my way to go all out like all of the time."
"That is... impressive." Aki said in disbelief, Hearing that, I must acquire their technology at all costs! She thinks to herself, just getting an aircraft like this that can turn invisible to the naked eye, and travel great distances in short amounts of time. Just having logistics light that will make her future endeavors a breeze. Then as she watched Mei try to make conversation, "Hmm?" Aki raised an eyebrow, Is that her "type" then? She thinks to herself, holding back a smirk as her rival is immediately shot down. "Practice, I suppose that is what we'll be doing in the academy." The heiress hums, nodding. "Very well, some light exercise should work. What did you have in mind then?" She looks into Mei's eyes, smiling as she saw her rival's pig tail hairstyle. Maybe that's why she was shot down?
Tia frowned. "Weren't the classes supposed to start in five days? I was scheduled to arrive in four days..." She crossed her arms under her bust. This was all wrong. The conclusion was - "All this, at my school, was planned, wasn't it?" She allowed her power to form an invisible dildo right between headmistress's legs, next to the floor - ready to ram it into her ass at moments notice. Tia wondered if she ever switched to fuck her body. "But why?" She brought hand to her chin as she slowly formed invisible collar, chains and gag, floating next to headmistress, ready to use them. "Was it a test... a threat... or an incentive, to join the school?" She looked at the headmistress.
@danglinghope "Yes, ma'am. Package acquired - we're en route to your location." Max hears a woman talking as he's roused from his slumber. He can't see her, but recognises her voice - she'd said she was a TV producer, looking for contestants to be on a reality show - his desire for fame catching up with him again as he'd agreed to go off with her 'to see the studio'. Max doesn't remember what happened after that, but given that he's bound and gagged and strapped hand and foot to some sort of chair, he can guess. From the hum of an engine, and the way the floor moves beneath him, he guesses he's in the back of a van or a truck - he can't be sure, given the black bag on top of his head. "He's awake." The woman says, and the bag is pulled away, his eyes painfully adjusting for a moment, before he gets another look at his captor. "Rise and shine, kid. Don't do anything stupid, and you won't get hurt." She says, seeming much less friendly than before. Behind her, Max sees two muscular thugs, electric batons in hand. "Ooh, he's awake? Put me on, put me on." Another female voice - this one more familiar to Max - says through the woman's radio. The kidnapper rolls her eyes, then shoves the radio next to Max's face. "Hey there, Maxxie. How're we feeling? They didn't give you too much of a hard time, did they?" Ashley Leth says in her regular, cheery tone of voice. Any response Max has comes out as a moan, due to the gag, and the kidnapper sighs, before pulling it out.
"Oh, there are, but uh... All the heavy duty training rooms are in use right now, and I don't want to risk setting the gym on fire by practicing there." She raises her hands, and ten bright sparks fly from her finger tips, exploding into fireworks a few feet above them. "It's...happened before." She says bashfully. "Mikhaila. Still working on a code name." The heroine steps forward and offers a hand.
"Holy shit, Mags..." Mark whispers, muscular chest heaving as he breathes excitedly. Some light from the projector bounces off the eyes of someone further down, and Magenta realises she had an audience for some or all of her display.
'Well, don't set the mansion on fire,' Victor chuckled and shook Mikhaila's hand, 'Victor, don't have one of those codenames yet either. Nice to meet you.'
"I mean, I suppose I get it. Sometimes people just try to annoy you and they don't know when to stop. I'd probably do the same if I was good at it." Miriam stutters, clearly worried she caused offense. "Oh, I didn't think... I didn't mean to imply..."
