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Post by guardian on Aug 29, 2006 9:35:24 GMT -5
Kyle took the wine, pouring them both a glass before sitting across from her with a relaxed sigh.
“That was obnoxious.” He said, seemingly unfazed by her revelation. “I guess those were the mighty X-Men. Seemed like a group of amateurs to me… wonder how they got to the big leagues? I guess simply having a mutant power makes you tough-shit these days.”
He stared at her from over his glass of wine, measuringly.
“So… you’re a telekinetic. Any other surprises?” He said at last, taking a sip from his glass.
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Post by maddy on Aug 29, 2006 9:54:37 GMT -5
"Mmmm." Obnoxious indeed. Maddie was doubtful she'd ever speak to any of them again, although it seemed like they'd been given a hefty dose of their crazy pills so it was hard to be sure what they'd do next. Maybe Kurt. Maybe. She was determined to be stubborn about Jonothan though. For as long as she could manage to stay disinterested.
Her mind turned back to Kyle and she looked at him over her own wine for a moment before speaking with a smile. It wasn't a happy smile, nor was it the familiar half-smirk. This was the smile that cut to the heart of who Madelyne Pryor truly was, and it was all seduction and pleasure and a hint of danger.
"It's not just opening doors." She didn't look down, but the top button had just come off her shirt, the thread disappearing and the top falling open slightly. The second button joined the first, and the pair floated out in front of her to hang in between them. Her eyes were fixed on his, her concentration seemingly anywhere but the buttons that were torn molecule from molecule with a simple thought, leaving nothing but a dust that dispersed after a moment.
Taking a sip of her wine, she decided to tell him the rest of it, too."I'm also a telepath. Nothing major, just the basic stuff." The smile widened. "And I want you to know that I think you've got a very dirty mind." She paused, then raised the wine to her lips again and murmured, "And I like it."
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Post by guardian on Aug 29, 2006 10:11:30 GMT -5
Kyle’s eyebrows went up, fascination taking hold of him as she demolecularized the buttons… they were there one minute, and ash the next. Simply amazing. His eyes returned to her chest, then finally back to her face.
This was a powerful mutant. Very powerful. That kind of telekinetic control is absurd, and miles away from his own ability… he wondered if it fatigued her. That was his specialty. He had zero control over his telekinesis – it simply formed a second skin over him that he could extend to about a few inches from his body. It made him look immensely strong and invulnerable, and like he could fly… but that’s all… aside from the fact that it never tired him. He could keep it on indefinitely. That, he’d heard, was the difference between he and a normal psychic. Of course, he had never seen a professional about the subject.
Telepathy to boot. Impressive… he couldn’t help but wonder why the hell she was sticking around him, when she could probably do whatever she wanted with that kind of power. His next thought was that maybe they should be in the robbery business… then he decided that he liked the spotlight. His next thought was excessively perverse… a barrage of pornographic imagination that would make Ron Jeremy blush.
“Oh really?” He asked, “what am I thinking now?”
Thank God she liked his dirty mind, since he’d been pretty much thinking of nailing her from the first time he ever laid eyes on her. He considered for a fraction of a second to try and keep his thoughts guarded… but then decided better against it. If she wanted them, she could probably pry them free, or worse, he’d look defensive – and truly? He wasn’t. He trusted her as a mutual shark in the tank. Maybe she’d work against him one day, but he doubted it, they were remarkably similar.
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Post by maddy on Aug 29, 2006 10:25:41 GMT -5
"Mr Kennedy! A... nice girl like me couldn't say the words." She smirked, slipping her feet out of her stilettos and resting them on the coffee table. Her red toenails matched her lips. Not to mention her hair.
Bringing the wine bottle over with a thought - it was automatic, and she was actually glad that she didn't have to think about it anymore - Maddie held her glass out for a refill. Small tasks didn't tire her, not unless she was already weakened somehow. It was only the big stuff that she had to worry about, but she wasn't generally going around demolecularising cars or anything like that. Not unless she really hated the guy.
She smiled at the memory. It had been an ex-boyfriend of hers that she'd done that to. He'd been so proud of the porsche, he'd been saving for years to get it. She'd left a cloud of red and silver dust in the middle of his bed, though he'd never worked it out.
"Show you, perhaps." Maddie was murmuring into the wine glass again, mentally undressing him as she spoke. Oh, but she was forgetting all the constructs that an employee-employer relationship was supposed to have, wasn't she?
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Post by guardian on Aug 29, 2006 10:39:03 GMT -5
He nodded with a smile, the one that worked its magic on no doubt many before her… and there was that creeping emotional empathy, the clearly psychic impulse sent out from him like a pulse. It was unclear as to whether or not he intentionally activated it like some power or not, but it leaked out of him like hypnotic fog. It’s purpose was clear, it made the person he communicated with more malleable for discussion… or, other things.
In truth, he had no control over it. He knew it was there, as it was his link to his own mild form of telepathy. Empathy, rather, would be a correct sense of the word – though it only worked one way. Whenever he wanted something from someone he usually got it, if he could talk them into it, and sometimes if he couldn’t. The power made him shine in the most favorable light… of course, he could only figure psi users like Maddy would be able to easily resist such a measure, and he’d met a few particularly bullheaded people it didn’t work on… but they were rare.
“I’m sure I’d be more inclined to believe you if you did.” He said, and then added as an afterthought: “Were those black silk sheets I saw in there?”
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Post by maddy on Aug 29, 2006 11:33:39 GMT -5
Standing, Madelyne walked around the table and leant down to speak in Kyle's ear. She was extremely well aware of the fact that the motion had given him quite a view down her now gaping neckline.
His empathic power wasn't working on her, but she didn't need it to. She'd felt an attraction to him since the first day they'd met, she'd just been able to keep it to herself thanks to her telepathy.
It was time that changed.
Her lips parted slightly, a hint of a smile touching her eyes.
"I don't know. Why don't you come and check with me?"
Straightening up, she didn't look back at him as she walked into the bedroom.
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Post by guardian on Aug 29, 2006 12:28:24 GMT -5
Not a man who needed twice-telling, Kyle smiled as she walked away and polished off his wine. Standing, he straightened his outfit, and did indeed follow her.
What a remarkable day. In one day he’d become world news, become a superhero, met and was unimpressed by the X-Men, discovered his PA was an uber-mutant, and was now about to sleep with her…
Some would call it a one of a kind sort of evening. For Kyle Kennedy, it was another day at work.
....*Fade to Black* ….
Born with phenomenal mutant powers…
Destined to save humanity from threats of all kind…
Protector of the innocent, defender of justice…
He is… GUARDIAN!!!
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