"Your first language is--Hebrew?"

Within moments of watching Axel was actually giggling, GIGGLING, like a school boy, at bvv the adorable pandas. He seemed to particularly like it when they tried going down and up the slide. "Yeah, I've heard that t-oooh!" He started giggling again, covering his mouth when one of the pandas cragsed ...

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Subforum Name: The Truth is Out There
Subforum Description: This will be an X-files/Paranormal type AU set in modern/near future in and around the United states.

Yes welcome !! More people to play with weee!

Omg I am maybe possibly interested!! Lemme do a little research see if I can get into his head! I will let you know

Elizabeth "Betsy" Braddock Age. 32 Gender. Female Birthday. February 14 Species. Homo superior . Faction. X-Men Occupation. Model. Location. New York [/font] family Mother. Lady Elizabeth Braddock Father. Sir James Braddock Others. Brian Braddock, twin brother. Jamie Braddock, Brother, deceased. [/...

So far I only play Brandt Grayson, Leeloo Zahra, and Axel Sestol.

I am also reserving Psylocke which I plan to app here in the next couple days!

I take requests!

Ryler managed to code up a little AI algorithm that mimicked the travel someone like Laurie would be expected to do on a regular day. Go to the bathroom, get something to eat, go to the quik mart down the street for smokes, all that jazz. Give him some time, he'd said, and he might be able to disabl...

Everyone's eyes nervously cast about, most looking at one occupant in particular in the rear who was bound, gagged, and blindfolded. Ten to one, this was their mark. No one else was bound in such a way.

It animated slowly, stretching wooden limbs, then reared up without a sound and trotted a little in place on Laurie's hand. It's movements were awkward and wooden, kind of like watching stop motion animation.

Ryler smirked, huffing with amusement. "Gimme a couple hours to write up some code then you'll be free as a bird."

Ryler nodded and Did some more mojo with the computer. "Ok. Good news is it's a simple GPS tracking device. Bad news is it has a trigger that will go off if you remove it. Good news is I should be able to overwrite it with some code that will make it look like you're just going about your daily life."

Ryler shook his head and nodded at the same time. "Yes and no. He's in college. He's a TA. He lives on campus thank God, but mom still hovers and baby's him. Like no wonder the dude was trying to kill himself." He hadn't really been trying to commit suicide but Ryler had died while sky diving. The r...

"Mom's a fucking helicopter. Dad's a working alcoholic, probably because of Ryler's mom." Ryler was, on the side without Director approval, working on creating a crude 21st century version of a neural interface. He'd sliced open his palm with a screwdriver the other day and hadn't even noticed until...

He shrugged. "It's been a fucking ride, let me tell you." Ryler used a hand scanner to scan the device.

Brandt shook his head. "There's another problem... This compound--" he gestured at a portion of the formula. "--and this one--" he circled his hand around another part. "--don't exist yet." He stepped back and covered his mouth and chin with his hand. "Have we taken pictures of this yet?" Kat nodded...

An officer eventually came to get him to speak with his lawyer.

Kat shrugged. "I'll have to do some more digging to figure that out. Independent contractors don't have to claim their employers just their income."

She grinned. "You too, Keelan. Sorry you fucked up." She looked back at her computer but seemed to realize a moment later what she had just said. She blinked at herself. "I mean--" she laughed. "Sorry you woke up fucked." Her brain had just sort of melted the two words together.

She laughed and extended her hand to him. "Let's rejoin the others, shall we?"

She grinned. "It's fun, And a hit at parties. That's all that matters."

She nodded. "Jet even joins in every now and then."

She smirked and shook her head. "I grew up in Tennessee. Daughter of a fiddler. Used to dream of being the next big thing, singing at the Opry."

She nodded. "It is like something out of a fairytale, but the way I see it... most folks stop believing in magic and fairytales when they're still kids and us... Well, we get to know it's real for the rest of our lives."