Post by mystique on Sept 25, 2006 18:17:24 GMT -5
Mystique stepped out onto the sand, a breeze brushing her hair across her bare shoulders, toes sinking into the cool loam in a way that was oddly comforting. She hadn’t spent a lot of time languishing on the shores of the island, as beautiful as some of them could be; most of the time when she and Eric had come here it had been with plans so complex she was often crammed inside with Gill pouring over documents or collaborating with Toad and Python on their latest security challenge.
But things were a little different now. It wasn’t that she didn’t have a million things to consider, prioritize, memorize, run over.. getting into the Sombra location was going to be a nightmare, particularly if Graydon had prepared for someone just like her finding out about his little project. He’d have been a fool not to.
It was that she’d learned to slow down, just a little, now and then. Just enough to get her head straight before she went back to it.
Slipping away from the compound, she inevitably came across Dharma’s little construction site, clean bright green poles sticking up out of carefully compacted sand and earth. She heard the sawing from the opposite end of a large pile of the same logs and walked towards it.
The impossibly long legged asian man sweat in the sunlight, beautifully toned arms working back and forth, back and forth. His face was as still and focused as any she’d ever seen; already this told her scores about him.
“Dharma.” She stated, folding her arms over her bare breasts.
He looked up at the figure, her blue form like a demon from the mythology of his homeland. Her yellow eyes caught the sun, and she smiled smoothly at him.
He returned the expression, if considerably muted, and nodded to her. “Hello.” He seemed to take no notice whatsoever of her nakedness- a fact she appreciated. The ogling did get old after a while.
“My name is Mystique. Pyro tells me you’ve just recently joined us…” she leaned against a nearby tree, watching him.
He stood and brushed off his hands, long black hair catching the wind. “I have,” he stated simply. “I have not heard of you. But then, I did not ask.”
Mystique smiled. “No, you likely wouldn’t have. So… I can find out from the database, but I’d rather hear it from you. What is it you do, Dharma?”
Dharma wiped himself down with a hand towel, oblivious to the gorgeous figure he cut against the sunny day. Pulling on his black robe, he answered her. “I am first a man of Buddha. If you are asking my mutation, my abilities are in changing matter of the earth.” He gestured towards a distant fern, and it melted into sand.
Mystique watched, taking in the potential of such a talent. She nodded slowly. “Very nice… very nice. What brings you here, out of curiosity? Why the Brotherhood and not a monastery.”
No one had asked Dharma that question before, and he had wondered why. This beautiful creature wanted to know, and he did not know why. Neither was consequential; but both were important.
“I believe it is my dharma to be here.”
“Fate, then?”
“Some call it that.”
“I don’t believe in fate.”
“Neither do I.”
Their eyes met for a few moments, Mystique sizing him up, Dharma merely holding her gaze.
But things were a little different now. It wasn’t that she didn’t have a million things to consider, prioritize, memorize, run over.. getting into the Sombra location was going to be a nightmare, particularly if Graydon had prepared for someone just like her finding out about his little project. He’d have been a fool not to.
It was that she’d learned to slow down, just a little, now and then. Just enough to get her head straight before she went back to it.
Slipping away from the compound, she inevitably came across Dharma’s little construction site, clean bright green poles sticking up out of carefully compacted sand and earth. She heard the sawing from the opposite end of a large pile of the same logs and walked towards it.
The impossibly long legged asian man sweat in the sunlight, beautifully toned arms working back and forth, back and forth. His face was as still and focused as any she’d ever seen; already this told her scores about him.
“Dharma.” She stated, folding her arms over her bare breasts.
He looked up at the figure, her blue form like a demon from the mythology of his homeland. Her yellow eyes caught the sun, and she smiled smoothly at him.
He returned the expression, if considerably muted, and nodded to her. “Hello.” He seemed to take no notice whatsoever of her nakedness- a fact she appreciated. The ogling did get old after a while.
“My name is Mystique. Pyro tells me you’ve just recently joined us…” she leaned against a nearby tree, watching him.
He stood and brushed off his hands, long black hair catching the wind. “I have,” he stated simply. “I have not heard of you. But then, I did not ask.”
Mystique smiled. “No, you likely wouldn’t have. So… I can find out from the database, but I’d rather hear it from you. What is it you do, Dharma?”
Dharma wiped himself down with a hand towel, oblivious to the gorgeous figure he cut against the sunny day. Pulling on his black robe, he answered her. “I am first a man of Buddha. If you are asking my mutation, my abilities are in changing matter of the earth.” He gestured towards a distant fern, and it melted into sand.
Mystique watched, taking in the potential of such a talent. She nodded slowly. “Very nice… very nice. What brings you here, out of curiosity? Why the Brotherhood and not a monastery.”
No one had asked Dharma that question before, and he had wondered why. This beautiful creature wanted to know, and he did not know why. Neither was consequential; but both were important.
“I believe it is my dharma to be here.”
“Fate, then?”
“Some call it that.”
“I don’t believe in fate.”
“Neither do I.”
Their eyes met for a few moments, Mystique sizing him up, Dharma merely holding her gaze.