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Post by gambler on Nov 14, 2010 20:55:05 GMT -5
 Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!
The shrill sound of Amber's alarm clock rang throughout the room. At first there was no movement from the girl aside from the clumsy smack at the snooze button before she fell back asleep. 9am. Too early. It was way too early for her. She drifted back off to sleep, returning to a land of smoke filled bars, pool tables, private poker tables and booze. The shot glass was in her hand, she could clearly smell the firewater that filled it. And then..
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!
With a groan, she grabbed the alarm clock. "What the hell part of "too early" don't you understand?" she hissed at it. Without bothering to open her eyes, she threw it at the wall. Before it'd hit, though, there was a loud bang as it exploded, falling to the carpet in a shower of orange, yellow and red embers. Well, that didn't sound good. She opened one eye and looked drowsily at the floor. "Well there goes another one," she mumbled. Honestly, she'd lost track of how many alarm clocks she'd accidentally turned into exploding clocks of doom.
Hair slightly tangled, she climbed out of bed groggily. Coffee, she needed coffee. A nice, big, hot steaming mug of coffee. So, with her night shirt clinging to her slender form from static electricity, she bumped her way out of her bedroom. It's a miracle she didn't fall down the stairs considering she was barely awake. In what one could only consider a zombie walk, she trudged down the hallway to the kitchen and walked in to the closed door.
With a string of slurred swear words, she kicked the door open and walked in, rubbing her forehead all the while. She smelled coffee. Strong coffee. She wanted the coffee. "Coffee," she moaned, somehow still mimicking a zombie, and trudged over to the coffee pot. She didn't realize that there was someone else in the kitchen with her. Hell, she didn't care, all she wanted was that damn cup of coffee. "Coffee....." --------Time:[/color] Morning Tag:[/color] Kurt Words:[/color] 343 Notes:[/color] Hehehehehe Status:[/color] Complete Credit:[/color] Mel! Outfit:[/color] Click! |
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Post by ladyakuma on Nov 14, 2010 21:26:24 GMT -5
*Cause baby you’re a Firework, Come on show them why you work, Make them go Ah, ah, ah, as you shoot across the sky, ai, ai!*
Kurt awoke to his alarm blaring that song, as he blearily opened one eye in agitation. Ugh… morning already huh? Ever since coming here, he had been forced to sleep at night, when he felt more alive, and be up in the morning to help teach and what not. Blah, at least he was teaching Acrobatics… could be worse. He could be teaching Math. He hated math…
As he turned off the alarm, he ruffled his indigo curls, and gave himself a scratch with his tail, yawning loudly as his pointed teeth showed. He blearily opened the door, in a white wife-beater and a pair of blue and white checked boxers, and he teleported tiredly down to the kitchen.
That song from this morning stuck in his head, he appeared in the kitchen in a puff of smoke and a BAMF sound, and he grabbed a coffee mug and moved to the coffee pot, humming Firework under his breath as he looked over to Amber.
“Guten Morgen, Amber…” he muttered tiredly, as he took the coffee pot after her, and filled his cup to the brim, adding sugar and cream, and sucking down a deep gulp.
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Post by gambler on Nov 14, 2010 21:49:49 GMT -5
Going through the motions of grabbing a mug and filling it to the brim with coffee, she took a long sip of the black liquid and leaned against the counter. With her elbows resting on it, she closed her eyes, mug raised to her lips. She inhaled the deep, rich, aromatic steam rising from the hot coffee and sighed. Why did everything always have to begin in the morning? Why not afternoon?
'Guten Morgen, Amber...'
Glancing over her shoulder, she watched as Kurt started to pour himself a mug of coffee. Well, at least he didn't have a cheerful voice when he gave her his typical morning greeting. If he had, she probably would have punched him. She grumbled, her own typical 'good morning' greeting, and took another sip of the black liquid. What can I say? Amber's not a morning person, not at all. Especially when it was a weekday.
"Do we have to go to school today?" she whined lowly, her lips never once leaving the mug of coffee. "Let's play hooky. I won't tell if you won't tell?" She looked over at him, her green eyes pleading to play hooky just this once. Okay, so it wasn't a smart move to ask a teacher about playing hooky, but one could always wish, couldn't they?
"We could get out, get some real coffee, perhaps Irish them up a bit..." Yes, she was rambling now. It's was another typical morning symptom that she had. "There's ice cream in it for you!" Yes, go for the weak spot! Maybe she could bribe him with ice cream. He loved ice cream, everyone knew that.
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Post by ladyakuma on Nov 14, 2010 22:01:01 GMT -5
As he sipped the dark, amber colored liquid, he listened to what she had to offer… Mmm, good coffee from Starbucks sounded really good right about now… and ice cream, ice cream sounded divine… No, he was a teacher, teachers do not skip classes to go get ice cream and coffee with attractive students. No, not even if said student was probably willing to pay, as long as she got out of class…
Good thing she hadn’t offered going back to bed… he’d have probably jumped on that chance and offered her a spot on the foot of the bed, so that his fellow night owl could sleep too…
He shook his head, and smirked lightly, a post-caffeine in the system grin. “Sorry, but no. Logan, if nothing else, would kill me.” He said, downing the last of the mug in order to get that jolt to his system. He blinked a few times, then shook his head tiredly, almost canine in nature. He opened one yellow eye and smirked at her.
“However, offer me some coffee after classes. I’ll happily escort you to the mall in order to get Starbucks, Chinese food, and delicious Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream.” He said, pouring another mug and fixing it to his liking, taking a sip.
Blah! Nowhere near right. It was enough to make him shudder, and his tail shuddered, moving and tapping her bare arm with his tail, as he blinked.
“Ach, sorry, it has a mind of it’s own.” He said, sighing at the offending appendage.
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Post by gambler on Nov 14, 2010 22:14:20 GMT -5
Grumbling, she took another long sip of coffee. "We can outrun him. You can teleport, after all," she muttered, leaving out the well known fact that she could teleport just by absorbing a smidgen of power from him. Honestly, her abilities had their perks. Too bad she couldn't keep anything past three days at the best of times. Standing up and setting her mug on the counter, she stretched her arms over her head and yawned. Nearly inaudible pops came from her spine and shoulders as her joints and discs worked themselves back in to position.
Glancing over at him, she smirked back and closed her eyes. "The offer to pay only came in exchange for playing hooky. If you want coffee, Chinese food, and ice cream after classes, you're paying for them yourself." She seized the mug of coffee and downed the black contents in their scalding nature, quickly swallowing before she moved back to the coffee pot.
One cup just wasn't going to cut it. She needed two, maybe three, before she'd move past glaze eyed to bleary eyed. Shoving the mug under the dispenser for coffee, she pushed down hard on the lever and watched as the dark liquid poured in to the mug. She simply grunted at his apology, not really bothered by the fact that his tail had hit her, and waited for the mug to fill. Grasping the mug and releasing the lever, her skin itched slightly in the spot where his tail hit.
Swallowing down more of the liquid, she idly scratched the spot and turned, leaning back against the counter. She hadn't a clue that anything was wrong. She didn't have a clue that the patch where his tail had touched had turned blue. Actually, she didn't have a clue that she'd turned blue within moments of his tail touching her. So, instead of freaking out, she simply took another sip of coffee and peered at him with what were now yellow eyes.
"Whoever made the coffee this morning made it weak and needs smacked, then taught how to properly brew a pot of coffee," she said with a sigh. --------Time:[/color] Morning Tag:[/color] Kurt Words:[/color] 358 Notes:[/color] Hehehehehe Status:[/color] Complete Credit:[/color] Mel! Outfit:[/color] Click! |
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Post by ladyakuma on Nov 15, 2010 12:49:05 GMT -5
Nodding, Kurt took a deep gulp of the liquid, and he shuddered a bit. “Ja, I usually make it myself, but I slept in this morning…this tastes like Scott’s coffee… und he makes it weak because he thinks we need to be less jittery or some nonsense like that…” he said, grunting as he looked up, and blinked.
He took his free hand, and wiped his eyes, hard, and blinked again.
Ok. So either Amber was turning into a smurf… or the coffee was spiked. And since Amber had never shown any inkling of metamorph powers… he was going with spiked java. He looked into the mug, sniffing it suspiciously, and looking up again. Oh yeah, definitely spiked. He set the mug down gently, and then moved to Amber, pulling the mug from her hands and setting it down, looking at her.
“…You don’t want any more. I’ll personally get you starbucks, but no more of that coffee. I think it’s been spiked or laced or something. I’m hallucinating… because you are blue to me right now, and by that I mean your skin is blue und you have yellow eyes… so, Ja, no more of this…” he said.
He was so sure that it was spiked coffee, that he grabbed her hand and held it up. “Now you tell me, your hand is still it’s normal color right? And I am purple or some non-sensical color like that now. Correct?” he asked, attempting to make sense of it.
Freaking kids playing with the coffee grounds to hide their drugs and crap…
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Post by gambler on Nov 15, 2010 17:32:47 GMT -5
She took a sniff of the coffee and sighed; Kurt was right. This was definitely Scott's coffee. "He hasn't learned that a caffeinated person is a happy person, has he?" Honestly, a less jittery student? Faculty member? In this place? Where there was always the possibility of random acts of violence, random explosions, people freezing others and people sticking their heads through walls to peer in at another room? Why ever would someone be jittery?
She was just about to take another sip of the coffee (after all, some coffee is better than no coffee, right?) when the mug was removed from her hands. Instinctively she growled and went to snatch it back, but what Kurt said made her stop. Spiked coffee? She looked at him in confusion, blinking her yellow eyes, and tilted her head. "What are you talking about?" she asked. Blue skin? She peered at the hand he lifted. So her skin was blue, what was the big deal? Wait..
Blue skin? Wait a minute, her skin wasn't blue.
"Why the hell am I blue?" she exclaimed with a shriek. And then her skin started to itch again, soon followed by the feeling of pin pricks. She felt a shift within her as her skin started to become covered in a light coating of fur. Her chest flattened as she grew taller, and the curves that she loved became more masculine.
She twisted her wrist and yanked her hand out of his grip, visibly freaking out as she changed in to Kurt's doppelganger - tail and all. "Ach du lieber Gott" she yelled in German. Wait, German? She didn't know German! Oh, no, no, no, no. This was not right! This wasn't her ability! " Schöne! Einfach schön!" she groaned as her tail twiched and accidentally knocked Kurt's mug from the counter. "I somehow managed to turn in to you AND absorbed some of your German. The absorbing your German isn't surprising but.. But.. I'm blue! And I'm you!" --------Time:[/color] Morning Tag:[/color] Kurt Words:[/color] 332 Notes:[/color] Translations: Ach du lieber Gott - Oh my dear God, Schöne! Einfach schön - Beautiful! Just beautiful!Status:[/color] Complete Credit:[/color] Mel! Outfit:[/color] Click! |
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Post by ladyakuma on Nov 15, 2010 19:10:04 GMT -5
Blinking, Kurt looked at his doppelganger with a sense of serious what the f**k. Ok… so it wasn’t bad coffee. It was Amber shifting her shape into him, because he tapped her. He grabbed her shoulders, and he gave her a light shake. “Amber! Calm yourself! Mein gott, woman, you’re a mutant, this isn’t unheard of…” he said, as he took a deep breath.
Mind you it wasn’t something he had been expecting mind you… and it was definitely jarring… but you know, there was only so much one could see and not get used to the odd. I mean, look at him… he himself was odd.
He grabbed his coffee, turned to the top cupboard, opened it, moved aside all of the extra bottles, and grabbed the rum, pouring about three shot’s worth into his drink, and putting the lid back on, looking at Amber…erm…Kurt…erm..Amber… “Don’t go after this in the middle of the night either, liebling. I measure it after every rare use.” He said, before tipping his mug back and downing the coffee.
After gulping it down, he turned to Amber and grabbed her arm, tugging her lightly down the hall. “Let’s go ask Hank about this, Ja? I’m sure it’s normal mutation…” he said, as he gave his head a clearing shake, throwing aside the odd looks he was getting to the other early rising students as he tugged his copy down the halls, heading for the sub-basement.
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Post by gambler on Nov 15, 2010 19:25:46 GMT -5
"I'm designed to absorb memories, powers, personalities and turn things into explody objects! I'm not designed to turn into.. Into.. Well.. You!" she shrieked. Oh, God, this was not what she wanted out of her life! All the freaky genetic testing was supposed to be done and over with! And now, here she was, a man. Not just any man, but a blue, fuzzy man with a tail! A shudder ran through her at the thought of being a male. She enjoyed being a woman, damn it!
"Mein gott! This means I'm like you in every aspect! Damn it, this means I have the naughty bits to match! I'm never going to be able to look at myself in the same way," she moaned and flopped back against the counter. For a moment or two she banged the back of her head off the counter, mumbling to herself in German. As soon as the lid was off the bottle of rum, her head snapped and she looked at him, focusing her eyes on the bottle. It was as if he knew what she was thinking and, before she could even ask, he already banned her from the bottle. She pouted, but mumbled, "I have my own stash, anyway..."
Her eyes darted around the kitchen as she desperately tried to recall where exactly that stash was. It didn't just contain alcohol. No, it also contained a full carton of Marlboro Smooth 100's. Without even thinking she made her way over to where she distinctly remembered putting the carton at and then poof! She disappeared in a puff of purple smoke, reappearing across the room where the carton was. Within moments she had a new pack in her hand, as well as a lighter, and she was desperately trying to pull the plastic off of the pack.
"I need a cigarette. I can't handle this. Nicotine me, baby!" she whimpered as she clumsily pulled the plastic off, followed by the inner paper, and jammed a cigarette between her lips. Unfortunately for her, however, she wasn't able to get it light. No, Kurt had already grabbed her and was pulling her down the hallway to find Hank. "I don't care of ze Professor dun like smoking in ze house! I want mein zigarette!" she shouted as she was pulled through the hallway. At that moment it didn't care that they were both getting stared at. No, all she wanted was her cigarette. --------Time:[/color] Morning Tag:[/color] Kurt Words:[/color] 409 Notes:[/color] none! Status:[/color] Complete Credit:[/color] Mel! Outfit:[/color] Click! |
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Post by ladyakuma on Nov 15, 2010 20:53:02 GMT -5
Kurt sighed over his shoulder at his doppelganger… And he groaned to himself. Oh how this must look, dragging behind an identical version of him down to his tail and hands, wearing a nightshirt that says sexy b***h on it. Wunderbar…
“Oh wow… let’s hurry you to Hank, before too many other students decide to youtube me dragging myself und wearing women’s pajamas…” he said, as he tugged her into the elevator and pressed the button, getting in and heading down with her. He sighed as they got there, and he tugged her straight to Hank.
“Henry, Amber. Changed into Me. Walked around the mansion in women’s CLOTHING. Fix.” He said, crossing his arms and looking at Hank, who started to laugh and doubled over.
“Oh, Oh this is funny! Kurt, Amber, I swear this is the best thing that I’ve seen in a while!” he laughed, as Kurt glared.
“Not even funny. Not a bit.” He said, as Hank calmed enough to go to Amber. After about 5 minutes, Kurt watched as he got Amber calm enough to change back to normal…
“Now, Amber, today is not a great day for you to go to classes… so, how about you take the day off? And just so you have some company, Kurt can go with you. I hear you’re one of his best students, anyhow.” He said, as Kurt grinned, and bowed at her.
“I’m at your service, liebling, shall we go to starbucks und get double chocolate mocha lattes with 3 shots of espresso und extra chocolate sauce?” he asked her, grinning.
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Post by gambler on Nov 15, 2010 21:20:12 GMT -5
Amber wasted no time in promptly attaching herself to the even more fuzzy man's leg and whimpered, "I don't want to be a man! Und I don't want to be Kurt!" Peering up at him, her lower lip quivered. It wasn't typical for Amber to cry, but this situation was majorly different. Hank, after dealing with his laughter, began working his magic on her. True enough, after five minutes - five extremely taxing minutes, mind you - Amber was back to her true form.
"Mein body! Mein schön Körper" Okay, perhaps she wasn't a full one hundred percent herself, but it was a start. Without another thought, she proceeded to smother Hank's cheek in kisses, all the while thanking him several times over in German. He laughed, though it was obvious the big blue Beast was blushing beneath it all.
And, to make things even better, she was excused from classes? Oh, there were surely higher beings looking down on her with pity that day! Hell, she didn't even slug Kurt for the liebling comment! With a cry of joy, she managed to poof from the room. However, upon realizing she'd forgotten to give Kurt an answer, she poofed back in to Hank's lab. "Coffee and food. You owe me for turning me in to you, and I'm talking P.F. Chang's, bub!"
And, like magic, she poofed from the room once more. Okay, so she was over doing it with the teleporting thing, but hey.. It made her life a little easier, especially when she felt she needed a scalding hot shower and a shave. After all.. She had to make sure that she was without a doubt female again, right?
After a vigorous shower, a change of clothes, and a nip from her other stash, she emerged from her room with peppermint breath. Schnapps - it'll cure whatever ails ya. In another puff of purple smoke, Amber vanished from outside of her room and appeared on the front porch of the mansion. And, let me tell you, she wasted no time in promptly lighting a cigarette and taking a very long drag from it before she hopped in to the car with Kurt.
"Guten morgen," she said cheerfully, flicking the ashes out the window. --------Time:[/color] Morning Tag:[/color] Kurt Words:[/color] 375 Notes:[/color] none! Status:[/color] Complete Credit:[/color] Mel! Outfit:[/color] Click! |
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Post by ladyakuma on Nov 15, 2010 22:01:17 GMT -5
Kurt laughed as she ported away, and came back to agree to his terms, and he looked to Hank with a grin. “Ach, Hank, now that is one spirited woman.” He said, grinning stupidly at the vanishing smoke. Hank snickered, and clapped the smaller mutant on the shoulder. “Oh, Kurt, I smell… what is that atrocious scent anyhow… hmm… OH yes, the scent of pheromones in action!” he said, as Kurt rolled his eyes, and gave Hank a light shove before waving.
“Auf Wiedershen, I have a date with a lovely lady.” He said, as he teleported to his room to dress and shower. He grabbed a pair of jeans, a white under-shirt, and a dark plum tee-shirt, one of those shirts that had the designs on them, this one was something to do with a Cookie Monster. Americans and their TV… he had only gotten it because the resemblance to him was uncanny.
Spritzing a bit of Axe on and apprising the Professor of the situation, he got to the garage, pulled out the blue convertible, and after tugging on his black leather jacket, he waited in the drive in front of the mansion…
And she hopped in his car in a downright sexy, mouthwatering outfit. He gulped, and lifted his leg next to the shifter, hiding his new ‘situation’ quite well, if he did say so himself. He smirked, and pulled down his shades, before turning on the watch he was wearing, changing his image so that he wasn’t blue and furry.
“We all ready? Then let’s go.” He said, before pressing the pedal to the ground, peeling out of the grounds with tire squeals.
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Post by gambler on Nov 15, 2010 22:27:19 GMT -5
With the window down, the breeze in her hair, and a cigarette between her pale pink lips - not to mention being a woman again - Amber was a pretty happy camper. She had to admit, though, she liked him better in his normal form rather than the high tech gizmo he used to make him appear normal. She said nothing, though, about it, simply because she knew exactly why he used it. That was a downfall to the whole experience, getting his memories.
She looked over at him and took a small pull from the cigarette, and flicked the ashes out of the convertible. "So are we going to the good mall or the horribly tiny mall? Because I'm dead serious - you owe me Chang's, and so help you if I don't get it!" Of course, she was only half serious. Smirking, she reclined in the seat and watched the scenery go by. How long had it been since she'd been out of the mansion? Too long if she had to think about it.
Within a half an hour they were at the mall and she was out of the car before he'd even put it in park. Arms stretched over her head, purse slung over her shoulder, she turned her head and looked at him. "Bewegen. I want some good coffee. And remind me when we get home to have a good long conversation with Scotty about his coffee making skills." With a smirk she slid herself over the hood of the car to his side and grabbed him by the arm. "Let's move, fuzzy man!" And, with that, she started pulling him off in the direction of the mall's entrance. "Chang's be calling mein name."
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Post by ladyakuma on Nov 16, 2010 12:33:33 GMT -5
As she hopped out of the car, before he could even stop it, he chuckled and got it into park. “Talking to Scott about his coffee isn’t going to fix anything, Amber, he’s just…used to wimpy coffee. Nothing to be done about that.” He said, winking. “We just have to get a second coffee pot for those of us who like our coffee strong enough to start a car.” He said, grinning.
However, he wasn’t expecting for her to grab his arm and start tugging him to the mall. It took him following her and clearing his throat before she looked back. “Amber, you DO remember that it’s around 10am und Chang’s doesn’t serve lunch for another 2 hours, right?” he asked, tilting his head to the side and smiling.
“However, let’s get those lattes und go shopping a bit. I’ve got plastic to burn, as you Americans say.” He said, grinning like a devil and tugging her to starbucks, ordering his chocolate java chip latte with espresso shots and getting hers, paying, and then leading her to the Hot Topic in the mall, heading over to the shirts almost immediately and picking up a Mighty Morphin Power Rangers tee.
“I could use some new clothes… I’m fond of these tee-shirts, and I think some new pants is in order.” He said with a smirk, holding it up before draping it on his arm and heading closer to Amber. “What do you think?” he asked, holding it up with a chuckle.
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Post by gambler on Nov 16, 2010 13:03:53 GMT -5
" Who are you to crush my hopes and dreams?" she asked in response to his comment about talking to Scott doing absolutely no good. " It's never too late to teach an old dog new tricks, after all." As tilted her head, a loose brown curl pressed against her cheek. She had to admit, she liked the idea of a second coffee pot. " Or maybe we should get one of them one shot coffee makers?" Surely that'd make things so much easier - and then whatever flavored coffees wouldn't contaminate the internal reservoir. For a brief moment she stopped and hung her head. " Damn.. I forgot it was only ten in the morning. In that case, I want an espresso brownie from Starbucks, too." Then, with a light yelp, she quickly followed him. Considering she'd been holding on to his arm, she almost got dragged while he continued to walk. That definitely wouldn't have been good. " Ach! Slow down, liebling! These heels weren't easy to come by!" Minutes later, latte in hand and espresso brownie in her mouth, she was happily strolling through the mall with Kurt. She had to admit, she was amused by the fact that the first store he went into was Hot Topic, and even more so by the fact that the first shirt he picked up was a Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers tee. " Precious," she laughed, then seized a different one. Opening it, she held it up to him and snickered. " You should get the Blue Ranger costume tee. It'll match you so much better!" After tossing it at him, she looked up at the wall of band tees. The first thing that caught her eye? A Tokio Hotel tee. Instinctively she reached out, snatching up the shirt in her size, and draped it over her arm. " Yes, I do think you need a new wardrobe," she said finally and grinned at him, then promptly snatched up the matching Pink Ranger tee. " However, ze pants from here don't hold up well," she said, a brief flicker of his German accent invading her words. As if just realizing that there was still half an espresso brownie in her hand, she quickly shoved the rest in to her mouth and smiled at him with chipmunk cheeks. " Das ist gut!" she exclaimed around the brownie. [/color] Morning Tag:[/color] Kurt! Words:[/color] 386 Notes:[/color] None Status:[/color] Complete! Credit:[/color] Mel! Outfit:[/color] Click! |
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