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"I, uh, yeah." She nods in agreement, still not looking at him.She wasn't going for it. ....yet. But he got the sense that would change with time. No need to look too desperate.
"We should probably be heading back by now."
"I, uh, yeah." She nods in agreement, still not looking at him.She wasn't going for it. ....yet. But he got the sense that would change with time. No need to look too desperate.
"We should probably be heading back by now."
Heading through the dorm, he hears thumping music coming from one of the doors - a party. On the door, a note is pinned.Victor decided not to call it a night just yet, he got up and left his room. Exploring the corridors of the dormitory, he checked if he could find anything of interest. If everything was quiet, he went outside for a bit of fresh air.
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.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.
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.The maid bows and heads back into the house, as Sophia's father shrugs. "I thought that someone might have been following for a while after I touched down at the airport, but I must have been mistaken. Let's head inside, why don't we?" As they near the door, his phone buzzes, and he gestures for Sophia to go in without him, as he lifts it to his ear. "How dare-, wait, what? Look, that wasn't-" His voice is cut off as Sophia goes inside, though she can see signs of distress as she looks at him through the window.
Heading out, Victor sees another flash of sparks, and getting closer, makes out a woman in the darkness.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.

Deciding not to push too much just yet, he begins to redress and make their way back. (Brain's not really in it today.)"I, uh, yeah." She nods in agreement, still not looking at him.
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.
(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.)Deciding not to push too much just yet, he begins to redress and make their way back. (Brain's not really in it today.)
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."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.1 Success
'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?'Heading out, Victor sees another flash of sparks, and getting closer, makes out a woman in the darkness.
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"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."
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.The young hero accepts her body against his own, feeling warm and safe to Magenta's trouble mind. "If you're sure." Mark nods, as they continue on, chuckling at her comment about superhero movies. "Nope. But that's part of the fun, don't you think? Heh, if 'daring' is what you want, it's what you'll get." A short while later, they're seated together in the back row of an auditorium as the lights go low, the projector starts playing the horror movie. It begins with the sight of a comet falling down to earth. From the broken, superheated rock, something begins to emerge. From the point of view of...whatever it is... the audience watches as it crawls through nature to find itself in a small town, climbing through a window into a suburban house, where it finds a young woman, eyes closed as she enjoys a bath. The creature leaps, and then the screen goes black.
From there, the young woman realises that there's an entity inside her body, withering down her inhibitions and directing her to commit more and more violent acts, as she struggles to resist its influence. Where have I seen this one before... The spirit laughs within Magenta's head, as Mark smiles at his date, oblivious to the third party. I'd never get you to kill anyone, though. Corpses are boring. Humans are only interesting when they're alive. Mark squeezes her hand lightly, barely illuminated as a night scene plays on the screen. Heh heh... You know, it's so dark in here, and there's no one else in this row... The spirit says, as Magenta feels herself heating up.
"Yeah, but not really to the scale of trained assassins or anything outside of practice."(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?"
The man taps a few touch screens in the cockpit, before looking back at her. "About...an hour." He answers, as Aki looks down, seeing the deep blue of the Pacific rush beneath her - pretty good, given that normally such a flight would take more than ten hours. Mei moves to sit next to the man in the cockpit, talking to him, smiling at him, occasionally brushing her hand against his own - maybe she has a crush? If she does, though, it's not reciprocated, and Mei moves back to sit with Aki. "Want to practice a little while we wait?"
"Classes will start tomorrow morning, so you have until then." The woman replies. "No, not particularly - you're free to enjoy the facilities however you wish, provided you don't cause problems for your peers."

"I-Invisible guy?" Sophia sees her father raise an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"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.
"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.'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?'
"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.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.
'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.'"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.
"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...""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."