Originally posted by Shad0w_Frost
(( Intro for Matt Bentley-Shad0w Frost ))
~During the night when you were all sleeping...
Inside a Museum...
Matt creeping within the shadows of the closed museum, he comes across a very rare Black Diamond that he had seen previously when he visited the place during the day.
He shrouded the diamond's display case with darkness, and then smiled as he reached his hand into a shadow on the wall next to him and pulled the diamond through placing it into his jacket pocket.
Matt concentrated on the darkness around the display case and formed it into an exact replica of the diamond and moved it to where the original diamond was as a temporary replacement...it would fade away eventually.
He then decides to make his getaway, so he sneaks ever so quietly through the museum and passes a patrolling security guard unnoticed...
Happy that the security guard didn't see him, he took off his concentration for a second, and being the clumsy man that he is... he tripped over a chair crashing to the ground making a loud noise alerting the guard.
"Damn!" Matt said as the guard pulled the alarm.
Matt quickly ran outside and onto the street when a nearby police car pulled out in front of him flashing its lights.
Matt continued to run down a narrow ally beside the museum.
As the Cop called for backup Matt opened a manhole cover and entered the sewers.
He proceeded to run through the sewers as the cops pursued him.After a while the cops had given up searching for him.
Matt could finally rest... He leaned his back against the dark sewer wall and took a deep breath.
~It was morning now. He was tired, he started to nod off but at that moment he accidentally teleported himself through the dark sewer wall behind him, crashing onto the center platform of the danger room (the X-men training area) deep underneath the Academy.
Matt stood up looking around in amazement "What is this place..?"
An alarm sounds all throughout the Mansion....
It'd been a solitary few days for Sparkie, patching up a few things here and there that needed it only to wake up to a blaring alarm. Before she'd even thought of slipping on something more covering she was bounding off down the hallways and finding her way to the Danger Room. Sliding on bare feet she came to a halt, the electric 'dragons' on her arms hissing menacingly at the new arrival. It was dark but not for long, restoring basic power to the room she rose her voice, "Who the hell are you?"
Originally posted by DragonWoman
It'd been a solitary few days for Sparkie, patching up a few things here and there that needed it only to wake up to a blaring alarm. Before she'd even thought of slipping on something more covering she was bounding off down the hallways and finding her way to the Danger Room. Sliding on bare feet she came to a halt, the electric 'dragons' on her arms hissing menacingly at the new arrival. It was dark but not for long, restoring basic power to the room she rose her voice, "Who the hell are you?"
Sparkie only smirked, unimpressed with the younger mans answer. She twitched slightly and the 'dragons' released themselves from her mortal coil, hissing once more with a lot more 'venom' they shot straight at the intruder, "My names Sparkie...and you aren't welcome here." She replied, mentally controlling the 'dragons'.
Matt quickly dived off the Platform and ducked behind a rather large gun turret. He then made an illusion of a giant black dragon resembling the ones that were shot at him, and made it come up in front of her...providing just enough distraction for him to sneak up behind her.
He made the Large Dragon fade away as he tapped her on the shoulder, smiled and said "Nice to meet ya Sparkie...My name's Matt 😉
Originally posted by DragonWoman
The electrical 'dragons' hissed and sped back to connect quickly with Sparkie's skin becoming idle tattoos. She smiled and raised a brow, "Well Matt, seems I was wrong...you could learn a lot from this place."
The brief howl of sirens and alarms brought gut-wrenching memories back to her... She couldn't stop thinking about the first time, back in Queensland, she was thirteen...
she was half-way up the stair when the sirens sounded, her memories returned from those years back... With a small cry, she fell to her knees, trying to fight... In a few seconds, she had fainted, sliding back down the stairs...
Hearing a few thumps from the doorway when he'd begun to move after the sirens called, Oliver paused, moving his gaze up and about to hear for more. There was the soft thumping of something on stairs. Curiousity peaked, moreso than whatever had triggered the sirens, and moved by a feeling, Oliver walked calmly to the stairway. Jogging lightly up he turned to find that there was a girl there.
Somewhat confused as to why a girl would be lying unconcious on the stairs when it was obvious she hadn't been knocked unconcious by falling, as there hadn't been enough noise for that, Oliver went to her and turned her over. Without pausing to inspect in any manner, Oliver sat her upright and patiently waited for her to awaken.
Morph walked into the living room.As he flipped between the station he stop for an moment to morph into that person,after an while he turned into Senator Kelly"My fellow Americans I am an idiot.HaHAHA!!!"Morph hopped up "Chuck whats up"
Jean walked out of her class.she was on her way to her room when she heard the alarm[Jean began to seach around the school with her mind,so many students]
~DON'T READ FRIST POST..guy's i'm use these[]when jean is using her telpathy other then talking.such as in x-men 1,when professor saw what magneto did to kelly.like astarl projection~
Originally posted by DragonWoman
"It's still impressive...but you should work on making them tangible for longer it could really come in handy one day." She replied with a smile.
"It depends and I think you'll need to speak to atleast a senior member of staff about that, I haven't been here in a while and a few things have changed so it's better not to take my word for it." Sparkie smiled as she spoke, continuing toward the 'regular' levels of the school and making as many short cuts as possible as not to reveal where everything was.