Five Lights

[Seer]

<< New York City, for many far and wide it's the center of the world. Indeed, there is much going on here and most of that is in someway powered or controlled by the global conglomerate known as Mystech, the most powerfull commercial entity on the planet. 9 out every 10 house holds contain its products. It has its hand in government, politics, entertainment, military but more covertly in bio technology, genetic experimentation and chemical warfare as well.>>

<< Mystech has grown to cast a shadow around the globe for decades but only now in the dawn of the 21rst century have five points of light began to emerge, potentially able to shatter this ever darknening shadow that is about to become even more oppressive.>>

<<Zoom through the city to Upper Manhattan, Columbia University. THE place to get a world class ivy league education in the urban. consistently rated among the top universities in America some of the most progressive, best and brightest can be seen attending here.>>

<< but most of them are merely HUMAN, Homo Sapien. There are those special elite among them. They hide in plain sight despite being the truly gifted Homo Superior, more commonly referred to as "mutants"- humans gifted with an X-gene that gives them beyond human paramaters. This often makes these people targets of fear, ridicule, hatred and worse.>>

<<sadly, as with other minoritiers, mutants are not readily accepted.>>

<< but these very mutants will be all that stands between the general populace and the ever growing, more bold threat of Mystech as it continues to deepen its touch.>>

<< Columbia University is indeed the unlikely secret garden for five emerging lights amongst the growing shadow of a vast, terrible power.>>

<< not everyone who earns the right to attend such a grand university manages to have an easy time of capmus life...for various reasons.>>

<< through the grounds of the university, lies one of the newset developments, the ultra exclusive LUXURY DORMS known as Callaway Villas reserved for the students that are not just progressive, bright or well accomplished but ALSO children of the rich, well connected and powerfull, these ultra posh dorms are on the grounds of the university but seperated by acres of lush green park and and expanse. these luruxy dorms have accomodations that traditional and long standing dorms of Columbia couldnt even fathom- including single, loft style apartments.>>

<< here at callaway villas, we find this place home to the five lights- young people full of life and promise as they are just beginning to take their first steps into the world as full fledged adults. they are many things- beautifull, intelligent, talented, diverse, intriguing, they are also MUTANTS.>>

<< Two of them, Morgan and Blaze, share a spacious two bedroom, multilevel loft. Their best friend since childhood, Delilah down at the other end of the hall with a single but no less impressive apartment.>>

<< the took an entire floor amongst the three of them to prevent their despised and loathed foe, Helena from being on the floor with them and so she, took the floor ABOVE them. not only does she terrorize anyone unfortunate enough to love on that floor as well but she has also attempted to "rule" over the entire villa. For some, its as though their "highschool" days never leave them and some of them like it that way. Helena's popularity and infamy as "THE MEAN GIRL" is matched only by that of the "Glamazons" Morgan, Blaze and Delilah. >>

<< Nicolas lives several floors below where most of the men of the villa prefer to occupy the lower floors. Despite his specatular young physique and strength, he much prefers to exercise the powers of his mind. He's a man of science and intrigue but also physical discipline. Among the many men on campus at all levels who love, fantasize about or fear the "Mean Girl" or the "Glamazons" , his is one of the few men that can actually interact with them and NOT be utterly dismissed or devoured by them. Indeed they seem to more than just tolerate him, they actually seem to regard him as a FRIEND?To the outside eye it would seem odd that these five would tolerate each other at all but there is more to them that meets the eye.>>

<< the five lights are all children of upwardly mobile, successfull, well connected parents. they live in the best neighborhoods and went to the best schools, were able to succeed and pretty much given whatever they wanted. They are also all mutants but they hide in plain sight. they each know about each other but they keep the secret, each using his/her powers in their own ways to make their lives easier and occassionally some among them are thrust into the unlikely hero/heroine mode to save one more innocents from various dangers and situations.>>


<< the live, love, laught, fight, learn like everyone else...but they are NOT like everyone else and soon...EVERYONE will know.>>

<< but for now, let's see what they're up to.>>

<< a spring evening. early evening. the university never seems to truly sleep. there's activity at eevery time period and in every place but all places here are not equal. the things that happen at callay villa, don't happen elsewhere.>>

 

[Spellbinder]

Columbia University- Callaway Villas

A snapshot of MORGAN. Morgan codename: "Mistral" (meaning "violent wind")- art major/history minor in college. the daughter of two doctors and very well to do. tall, regal and very stylish- she has no problem getting involved and taking command of situations. she's often regarded as a snob because while she can be seen at the "must attend" parties and events- she does not engage with most people when it comes to drama or gossip. She finds them to be immature and short sighted. her closest connections are her sister blaze and best friend delilah. her consistent demeanor only shifts when interacting with/confronting her rival, helena in any given situation.When Nicolas arrived at the campus, Morgan, Blaze, Delilah and Helena were all on hand to welcome him.

powers: Morgan is a mutant elemental with the power to control the movement of air. this allows her generate wind with severe intensity into effects such as- wind blasts, tornados, cyclones, microbursts, windbombs etc ; lift/carry heavy objects and people, or deliver physical attacks using the force/power of wind to augment the impact of the blow enough to a superhuman degree; she is able to fly at high speeds and more subtly- amplify small vibrations in the air - allowing her to hear far away conversations. She can use her power to generate a severe cutting/shearing effect by the refining the force of the wind and She can also compress air into a person's ear to disrupt their middle ear's equilibrium thereby disturbing their balance. If there is a loss of oxygen in Morgan's immediate area, she can quickly replinish it, likewise she can deprive a localized area or specific target of his/her object as well, rendering them unconscious.

She has some athletic and martial arts training due to her sister and best friend. She is a very fluent and graceful dancer.

<< Morgan sits quietly in a chair inside her townhouse villa style luxury apartment, soft classical music plays over the sound system as she enjoys a book on the classical age of antiquity.>>

<< Even from where she is, she can hear her sister, >>

A snapshot of BLAZE. Blaze codename: "Firebird" - criminal justice major in college. The daughter of two doctors and the younger sister of Morgan, although she comes from a well to do family, she doesnt let that go to her head. Where as Morgan is regal and often "removed" from most of her peers, Blaze is a social butterfly and helps bring people out of their shells- Nicolas King being one of those people. Popular with the boys for her beauty and slightly "tom boy"ish ways in certain things, Blaze is an inquizitive, curious person and enjoys solving mysteries or getting to the root of a problem. She is currently exploring her identity...including her sexuality while in college. She is very loyal and protective of her sister and their close childhood friend Delilah. Blaze is usually responsible for Morgan appearing at various parties that are the buzz of the campus or town.

Powers: Blaze is a mutant elemental with the power to control the movement of fire. This allows her to generate fire, heat or volcanic bursts of lava. She fires blasts of flame from her hands or eyes ranging from fire to thermal heat to lava. She can focus in on an object and excite all the atoms within it, causing the object to completely combust. By using her powers to ignite the air around her, she can surround herself with an aura of flames that often takes the shape of a bird. This aura will protect her from many projectiles and conventional artillery. She can fly by riding wind currents stirred up by the nimbus of fire with which she surrounds herself while flying. She can propel herself at speeds equivalent to that of a rocket. Firebird is immune to radiation and many forms of poisons. It's not clear if this is due to her elemental fire power or a possible secondary mutation involving an emerging healing factor.

Blaze is a well trained hand to hand combatant and martial artist.

<<chattering away as she moves about her large bedroom suite, flinging clothes about and chattering away on her handheld device about a party this evening that promises to be a real "FLASH BANG EVENT".>>

<< Morgan doesnt HAVE to listen in, but she enjoys excerising her power over air in one of its more subtle ways. using the vibrations of the air, amplifying them to "carry" the sounds of conversations, even those FAR away to Morgan's ears for hearing and perfect clarity. eavesdropping couldnt be any easier...unless you were a TELEPATH.>>

<< Morgan's finely shaped eyebrows raise a bit with disapproval at hearing Blaze crowing about this party and how she'll make sure Morgan doesnt miss this one like she did the LAST one and how "EVERYONE who's ANYONE" is going to be there.>>

<<sigh>>

how she has time to maintain her studies and yet still party hard than some military or sea ship men is beyond me. but at least she doesnt spend all her time on her back, like that liquid plastic tramp above us, Helena.

<< Morgan thought aloud as she turned the page of her book. She'd much rather stay in, enjoy the quiet evening, finish the book and then take a solo flight through the night skies over the city! She loved to fly at high altitudes and high speeds, honing her maneuverability and agility as well as applying her knowledge gained from her humanities class in analyzing the style and inspiration behind the structure of buildings in New York's world famous sky line.>>

<< flying at night was a private luxury for her. the sky was as much her realm as this campus was for some others and the air next to her skin, the wind flowing through her hair...it was a feeling far better than the supposed "fun" of being drunk off one's ass which is how she'd frequently find Blaze and sometimes even Delilah and Helena after some of their wild romps. Nicolas surely enjoyed himself amongst the few women on campus who were not only of the same status he was but also had the POWER to keep up with him.>>

So MORG!? What are you gonna wear tonight?

As far as this party of yours goes, nothing. I'll be finishing my book and then taking my evening flight around the city. Why don't you join ME instead?

 

[Firebird]

Blaze & Morg's apt.

Blaze comes sauntering out of her bedroom suite in a loosely tied up mini robe, and clearly wearing nothing under it. her hair pulled up into a loose bun. she puts her hands on her hips and tilts her head slightly looking at her tall, leggy sister like she's grown a third eye.

aww c'mon Morg. We go through this all the time! It's not so bad...coming to some of these parties and you know it! have you once regreted the times i've practically had to drag you to ....

<< Morgan lays her book face down in her lap and looks up at her sister, holding up her hand for silence.>>

No. The last time I let you drag me to one of those ill conceived parties, that two bit tramp Helena thought it would be funny to stear that drunk jock over to me, she had him convinced that I actually WANTED HIM after she glamored into "ME" and lead him on for several days! Not only did I have to deal with him...>>

FLASH <<images of a lively, wild party and suddenly a popular jock is seen FLYING out from over a balcony and blasted into a pool below. Morgan stands at the rail of the balcony, looking utterly PISSED as Blaze and Delilah come rushing to see about her while others continue their drunken, dancing fun. Nicolas was on the balcony as well. He concludes that Morgan's wind blast carried him all the way into the pool and that no bones were broken. she knew what she was doing the entire time. she simply removed him from her presence and made sure he'd sober up quickly.>>

But I also had to "THANK" Helena for her lovely present.

FLASH << the same party. Morgan strides briskly and directly over to Helena, grabbing her by the shoulder and spinning her around to face Morgan.>>

<< moments later after a confrontation, most of which was unheard by the majority of the party goers due to the loud music and sheer volume of people, Helena is left standing in the center of a gawking, screaming, laughing, pointing crowd after her expensive outfit and hair style (along with her extensions) have been RUINED by Morgan using a gust of wind to shear Helena's outfit to shreds and and destroy her hairstyle. Morgan then leaves the party.>>

The NERVE of that tramp! Impersonating ME and trying to set me up to be mauled by that...that drunken MEAT LOCKER!

Blaze smirks.

You always give her hell when she pushes your buttons. You'd think she'd learn to back off. But SO WHAT! She's ONE person and its not like you, me or Dee can't handle her! She might be the big bad MEAN GIRL on campus but WE'RE the GLAMAZONS. C'mon Morg! Tonight's gonna be GREAT It's RIGHT BEFORE SPRING BREAK after all! We can go out with a BANG....hmmm maybe you and Nicolas could....

SILENCE! Don't even SAY it, Blaze...or I'll ...

OH you'll WHAT? Blow ME away like you did that big stupid jock? Don't forget, sis...I can FLY too!

sticking her tongue out out at Morgan and picking with her.

Look at you, getting all worked up over chocolatey goodness!

 

[Persephone]

Sitting in her bedroom while blasting some Katy Perry to drown out Morgan's one-foot-in-the-coffin-music, Helena slouched forward with her chin resting in the palm of her hand looking rather bored at the illusion of herself standing in the middle of her bedroom. This was how she picked out what to wear everyday. Why search through a closet and try clothes on when you can just make an illusion of yourself with different outfits?! It was perfect! It was a pity no one else could have such talents. Sucks for them.

"Boring...."

Waving her hand lazily.

"Boring."

Waves her hand again.

"Ick...too retro."

Waves hand again.

"Boring!! Ugh! I've seriously been surrounded by these mallrat Beverly Hillbilly bitches way too long. Their lack of style is beginning to rub off on me!"

Waving her hand back and forth like she were "erasing" the poorly dress image of herself, Helena grunted out in frustration and stood up, glaring at one of her minions who was sitting quietly on a nearby chair.

"Lexus!"

My name is Mercedes...

"Whatever, I said a car didn't I? Instead of sitting there looking blind, deaf, and dumb, why don't you actually give me some INPUT? That's why I pay you isn't it?"

You...don't pay me...

[scoffing] "Well I should so I could fire your ass for being absolutely useless."

Walking over to her nightstand, she had the latest issue of Vogue magazine sitting on top of the other stack of fashion magazines that littered the table. Flipping through the pages, nothing caught her eye. It wasn't until she was about to toss the magazine at Mercedes head that something finally made her stop.

"Perfect!"

Looking back over at the empty spot in her bedroom where the illusion of her self once stood, Helena waved her hand making the illusion appear once again wearing a straight off the runway, one of a kind, Nina Ricci dress. It looked stunning on her and fit like a glove. She found her outfit for the giant campus party that was happening later on that evening.

 

[Rampage]

Water temperature: 138 dgrees Farenheit.



Nicolas analyzed his surroundings as he emerged from his shower and began to dress for th eparty. He was not necessarily into these things, but the ladies of this establishment tended to require you come. He finished his wor on harmful algae in time to get ready and so he did, wearing tailored slacks and collared shirt. He was relaxed and ready, and so he had his car brought around: A Bugatti Aerolithe 5-seater concept car...one of a kind. Being European had its advantages and the perfection of its design called out to him, so his father purchased one designed for him. Nicolas continued getting dressed and decided to remotely check his data once again before leaving...

 

[Spellbinder]

Morgan & Blaze's apt.

<< Morgan looked at Blaze in dismay for a moment before clearing her throat and composing herself.>>

I think not.

<< she starts to pick her book up but then she looks back over at her sister who is still cackling.>>

Perhaps we should consider discussing YOUR roving eye? Still not sure WHICH WAY to turn?

<< a not so subtle jab at her sister's free flowing bisexuality.>>

Perhaps I've been missing the REAL reason you're so HOT on attending these cesspool parties. A veritable buffett of delights...both male AND female. Why...

<< Morgan rests her hand on her chest, taking a moment to sure a bit of humour with her sister.>>

one MIGHT even imagine that you fancy Nicolas YOURSELF. Nicolas AND Helena!

<< Morgan's violet eyes sparkle with wicked glee.>>

My my...my FIREBIRD is VERY hot to trot isnt she?

I'm sure you'd ride Helena like the broke back mountain whore that she is while Nicolas eagerly watches, RECORDS and then DIVES IN.

<< Morgan watches and waits with feigned baited breath for Blaze's response.>>

Her smile fades and her apple green eyes fixate on her blonde haired sister sitting there. She shakes her head to the negatively.

.....

You little bitch!

<< Morgan can hardly keep a straight face.>>

Oh am i WRONG?

starring at her sister very sternly for a moment still

....
You know I value my heath better than that. I wouldnt touch Helena with a 10 foot pole covered in a steel condom. She's been around the block more times than Nicolas running laps trying to get over his blue balls after you don't respond to his advances!

<< Blaze could be so crass...but no less accurate! and so, the sisters laugh heartily at one another's catty and bitchy humour that they share amongst themselves. its only with Delilah and Blaze that Morgan seems to let her regal exterior down just so.>>

Now C'MON Morg! Come to the party, just for a while, okay? It's the last big MAJOR event on Campus before the break and we can't allow Helena to think she's the belle of the ball like she's been in half the male senior class' bedrooms.

<< Morgan eyes her sister. And then looks up at the ceiling. knowing that tart was one floor above them. If there was ONE person on campus that could evoke the cattyness out of the usually regal Morgan, it was Helena. Where is Morgan presented herself as gracefull as the air she channeled, Helena was Satan in Heels. She made many enemies, most of whom she crushed...but she found she met her match in Morgan, Blaze and Delilah and for the last 3 years....the MEAN GIRL vs. The Glamazons was one of the major social developments in this generation of Columbian students.>>

....

<< sigh>>

I suppose it wouldnt hurt to enjoy a bit of the festivities. Delilah will be there and so will Nicolas... and...

<< thinking of Helena and the rest of the drunken sluts and morons...>>

you only die once.

<< she rolls her eyes as Blaze pulls her out of her chair and jumps up and down.>>

<< Morgan waves her away and laughs a bit as she makes her way to her bedroom suite and Blaze returns to her's and the both get ready for the evening's giant affair.>>

 

[N/A]

Delilah lay on her bed in her loft as she slithered into her custom made black leather pants. She looked in the mirror satisfactorily, noticing how well they showed off her perfectly shaped butt. She slipped on a sleeveless metallic top and black heeled boots. She glanced at the pile of books and papers dumped in the corner of the room as she took a long sip from the beer bottle on her dresser. She added a bracelet before throwing on some gloss and smiling at her reflection. Her hair was long and sun bleached, and that coupled with her pale skin and rosy cheeks perfectly complemented her cerulean blue eyes.

She took the beer bottle with her as she left her bedroom and walked into the great room. Throwing an annoyed glance upward, she headed downstairs to the front door. She grabbed her bag and made her way down the hallway to Morgan and Blaze’s. She’d known them forever, so she felt completely at ease dropping in at any time. She barely paused after knocking before opening the door and heading inside.

“Did I hear my name?”

Delilah flashed the two girls a big smile, then slid into an armchair, sitting sideways in it and throwing her legs over the arm.

“You two heading to this party thing? The lacrosse team are heading over to that dive bar by campus after, and you know how good those boys look, especially after a few.”

 

[Spellbinder]

Morgan and Blaze's apt.

“Did I hear my name?”

Delilah flashed the two girls a big smile, then slid into an armchair, sitting sideways in it and throwing her legs over the arm.

<< Morgan stood in front of a three way full length mirror in her suite in her matching victoria's secret lingerie, lifting her arms up as a breeze flowed from her wardrobe over to her tall, feminine form. her blonde hair flowed upward in the breeze as it flowed around her.>>

Of course. You're one of two people that I would look for at these "social gatherings."

<< Morgan and Blaze have known Delilah since childhood. Their parents were longtime friends, and now so were they. They didnt at all mind Delilah popping in whenever. They trusted her. She was "special" like them and they all kept the secret.>>

<< she observed Delilah from the reflection the mirror.>>

my my, arent YOU looking like a glamorous dark valkyrie this evening, ready to vanquish yet another man in the field of conquest? and you say you're NOT a feminist?!

<< a running joke between Morgan and Delilah >>

“You two heading to this party thing?

Well of COURSE miss hot to trot FIREBIRD is. She'd burn the university down if there was a party of the magnitude that she wasnt aware of, much less APART of.

I HAD other plans...but my sister managed to convince me...yet AGAIN to join her and YOU on another [most likely ill fated] excursion to the den of drunks and wanton sluts.

Nicolas will be there....

<< she reflexively bit her lower lip a bit and looked a bit off balanced for JUST a moment as she said that.>>

And since he's one of US...I suppose its only decent to make sure he'll have company that's ON HIS LEVEL. It's either US...or that ...that...mirror-has-two-faces harpie Helena.

<< Morgan speaks of Helena with such contempt.>>

<< Spinning around "wonder woman style", the breeze Morgan generated, spirals around her and down her body as several piece of clothing flow from her wardrobe over to her in the stream around her.>>

<< with a howling whistle of wind, she turns to face Delilah standing posed in this outfit w/ accessories>>

I think this will do, don't you? << looking back at herself in the mirrors>> I've been practicing using the winds to work in concert with my own movements so i can do several things in one swoop!

The lacrosse team are heading over to that dive bar by campus after, and you know how good those boys look, especially after a few.”

Ah the Lacrosse team. I must admit, there are one or two that I've noticed here and there... << winking>>

But those poor boys are no match for you at pool. How many times have they lost money to you in wagers that would probably be better served investing in a hazmat team to visit their dorm?

Being that it's the eve of Spring Break, perhaps Blaze and I should accompany you after we've had our fill of this ..."party". They might get a little...beside themselves. MORE THAN USUAL, as you prefer them to be.

<< rolling her eyes a bit and sticking her tongue out at Delilah.>>

 

[N/A]

My my, aren’t YOU looking like a glamorous dark Valkyrie this evening, ready to vanquish yet another man in the field of conquest? And you say you're NOT a feminist?!

Delilah shook her head.

"No way. Feminism implies that we're not better than them already - and I just don't believe that's true, my dear."

Delilah asked about the party that night.

I HAD other plans...

Delilah rolled her eyes at this.

“Yeah, plans being a BORE.”

She gave Blaze a conspiratorial wink and a smile.

..but my sister managed to convince me...yet AGAIN to join her and YOU on another [most likely ill fated] excursion to the den of drunks and wanton sluts. Nicolas will be there....

She rolled her eyes again.

“Why you would want to tie yourself down with one of them, I do not know.”

Morgan finished dressing and actually twirled in front of the mirror.

I think this will do, don't you? I've been practicing using the winds to work in concert with my own movements so i can do several things in one swoop!

“Bitch, you know you look good. I don’t see why you waste your time finding all these things to use your powers for – I’d much rather blow things up myself.”

Delilah pointed her index finger and thumb like a gun and mocked shooting. Then she suggested that they head to the bar after the party inevitably turned lame.

Ah the Lacrosse team. I must admit, there are one or two that I've noticed here and there... << winking>>

“Just better make sure Nicolas hasn’t noticed them too…before you put too much effort into it.”

She made a good-natured show of winking back.

“I think you might need to lock him in a room and attack him – that boy’s NEVER going to make a move.”

But those poor boys are no match for you at pool. How many times have they lost money to you in wagers that would probably be better served investing in a hazmat team to visit their dorm?

“Well, in their defense, they are stupid.”

She gave the other girls a mock sigh.

”Stupid but pretty.”

They might get a little...beside themselves. MORE THAN USUAL, as you prefer them to be.

Delilah looked at her nails absentmindedly.

"Hey, I'm never opposed to picking up a disposable guy or two after a long night of irresponsible drinking. Sue me."

Delilah looked up in time to see Morgan sticking her tongue out at her.

"My, how unladylike Miss Victoria."

She then of course stuck her tongue out right back, before breaking out into a big grin.

 

[Rampage]

As the ladies laughed, there was a knock at the door.

It was Nicolas, dressed sharply, his outift highlighting his physique. His voice was deep with a difficult-to-place Euorpean accent, the result of years of schooling on the continent. His voice was relatively calm but somewhat unsure. This was an unusual move for the mutant.

Hey...uh, how are you...ladies? I...just got my new automobile from my Father and I was wondering that, that is if you weren't going a different way, if you wanted to help me try it out. I plan to write a feedback report to Bugatti tomorrow and I need the input from the rest of you.

He stood there silently, awaiting the response of the ladies in the room. He took a moment to smile at them all, finally resting a bit longer on Morgan than the others.

 

[Firebird]

Morg & Blaze's apt.

Blaze moved quickly. She was accustomed to glamming up and talking on her device at the same time. multi-tasking never looked so good! Dee showed up and was chatting with Morgan. She was one of their oldest friends and she was special like them. Not just in social standing but as a mutant too. Blaze loved Dee like another sister and was very protective of her just like Morgan.

Finally deciding on a dress and acessories she slipped it on and ran from her room down the hall to the morgan's room on the other end of their apartment.

Dee! what up!

She said as she quickly sat down at Morgan's vanity and put on her earrings and began touching up her long, wavy chocolate brown hair and her make up.

Morg here decided not to practice being a nun tonight. Isnt it nice?

I HAD other plans...

Delilah rolled her eyes at this.

“Yeah, plans being a BORE.”

She gave Blaze a conspiratorial wink and a smile.

Blaze laughs as Morgan pretends to ignore both of them.

sometimes I think she'd rather major in "how to live in a convent" rather than being a art major/history minor.

“Bitch, you know you look good. I don’t see why you waste your time finding all these things to use your powers for – I’d much rather blow things up myself.”

I'm saying!? Glamazons BURN IT UP.

"Hey, I'm never opposed to picking up a disposable guy or two after a long night of irresponsible drinking. Sue me."

I'll represent you in court when that happens.

Blaze quickly added with a smile as she finished her make up.

“Just better make sure Nicolas hasn’t noticed them too…before you put too much effort into it.”

She made a good-natured show of winking back.

Oh you know speaking of that? Word around campus is that they think he's gay. BUT I've got it on good advice that he's got the hots for dear Morg and you know MY sources never lie.

“I think you might need to lock him in a room and attack him – that boy’s NEVER going to make a move.”

That wont stop that cow upstairs from making the moves on him. she gets around town more than a turn style at the amusement park!

Seriously Morg, you better do something before she gets in the way.

Or MAYbeee...

Blaze says as she turns around in her seat with a wicked grin on her face as she put on her high heels.

MAYBE that's what Morgan is WAITING for! A reason to get all up in Helena's fake face again like at that party...you remember the one where Morgan sent Marcus flying out of the building over the balcony and into the pool?

Blaze loved reccounting that story because it was just so funny to her. Morgan blew him away and then tore Helena's dress to shreds in retaliation. If there was anyone who could bring the DEMON out of regal Morgan, it was the self proclaimed "RULER" of Callaway Villas....Helena Quartermaine. But neither Morgan, Blaze or Delilah would let that devious woman walk all over them and that's where the drama usually began and ended.

They were all ready now and Blaze took one last look in one of Morgan's mirrors. Dee mocked both of the sisters' fussing over their hair and make up as they primped one last time and then Nicolas showed up.

Well, well, Look who's here!

Blaze eyed him up and down with a curious glint in her apple green eyes.

MmmmHMMM.

She smirked as she saw him resting his gaze tenderly on Morgan, who in turn pretended to be looking elsewhere. She nudged Delilah a bit. He DID look good and it was obvious he had a thing for Morgan and she him. It was almost like a sweet little disney fairy tale. He greets them with his smooth european accented voice.

Yeah yeah yeah, spit it out already, chocolatey goodness.

She says as she jokes with him.

He smiles at them, offering a ride in his new toy. He was so straight laced...but Blaze had managed to melt him a bit over the last two years, being that she was THE "welcoming committee" for anyone priviledged enough to stay at Callaway Villas at Columbia.

Oh you mean that tansformer looking thing that was delivered the other day? I swear you get a new car every week! where do you keep them all? Nobody in town drives in the city due to traffic BUT you seem to find a way to always clear it.

Smiling and winking knowingly at the mutant as she PUSHED Morgan ahead of herself and Delilah a bit so she was now closer to Nicolas.

BLAZE I beg your pardon!?

Awww isnt that sweet? Morg wanted to get a better look at you, Nicolas.

Yeah, come and and show us if this thing you have can actually FIT us all into it.

 

[Spellbinder]

into the evening

<< Looking herself over...>>

Bitch, you know you look good.

<< Morgan lifted her finely shaped eyebrows at Delilah and smirked a bit.>>

It's always important to put one's best foot forward...even when the audience by and large wouldnt know the difference between haute couture and target clearence rack.

<< regarding the party goers.>>

I don’t see why you waste your time finding all these things to use your powers for – I’d much rather blow things up myself.

You don't necessarily hear the things I do, Delilah. And I'm not just talking about the vitriol being spouted off by that rabid anti-mutant bigot "Reverend" William Stryker and the Stryker Ministries on TV as of late. I mean even around campus.

<< Delilah knew one of the more subtle aspects of Morgan's power was to use vibrations of air currents to "carry" conversations, even those whispered from FAR AWAY, to her for clear hearing.>>

We've been quite fortunate thus far...the 4 of us...and even Helena. But if the anti mutant sentiment continues in the direction its going, guided by Stryker and his ever growing mass of followers...we may need to use our powers to defend ourselves....even PUBLICLY.

<< It was the first time that Morgan had basically admitted she was actively eavesdropping on a wide scale...and apparently what she'd been hearing was about mutants and it wasnt good. But before they could go into that further, Blaze came rushing in, all smiles and energy and looking very divalicious.>>

<< Blaze and Delilah teased Morgan about being a "nun" or being a "BORE". Morgan rolled her violet eyes and waved her hand dismissively as she put the finishing touches of make up and primped.>>

<< Nicolas came up and Morgan glared at them from the reflection in the mirror.>>

hmph. don't the two of you have enough present AND upcoming escapades to concern yourselves with rather than speculating on ME and my affections?

<< she asked in a slightly exasperated tone. neither delilah or blaze would let up and it really didnt UPSET Morgan..its just...how EASILY they seemed to pick up on her interest in Nicolas, try as she may to keep it subtle.>>

<< then Blaze mentioned the possibility of Helena attempting to stealing Nicolas away...which made Morgans scowl. Helena could draw Morgan's ire like few could and in moments such as that Morgan's response to Helena would rather vengefull and full of wrath. If not for Helena's own abilities...she might not have survived the first half dozen retaliations from Morgan in the first two years of their ongoing rivalry. Helena "ruled" with fear and intimidation. Morgan commanded respect with her regal and stylish ways and when the two of them clashed...it was the stuff soap operas were made of.>>

<< still, Morgan did not govern her own day to day life based on Helena as a major factor. Helena would cause her own downfall by her actions whenever she crossed the line with Morgan. Delilah and Blaze were also in direct opposition to Helena and like Morgan neither of them were "crushed" by her. The were the only girls on campus- regardless of social standing- that had managed to stand their ground against Helena actually over the last 3 years.>>

a pity. she's one of US...we should be on the "same side"...and yet...she's already presenting herself as a 'villain'...a menace...to so many and places herself in direct conflict with anyone of the three of us time and again without care or hesitation...

Whether or not Helena will be there is no concern of mine. Of course we all know she will be. She clearly can't function without being the center of attention.

IF Helena attempts to cross me with more of her foolishness, I will deal with her accordingly. Evidently she doesnt understand that I am not these common girls she can intimidate.

<< Morgan says sternly.>>

Nicolas is immaterial. Besides, He's not like these run of the mill "frat boys"... He's perfectly capable of making his own descisions. I'm sure that he can tell class from TRASH just as easily as WE can.

<< at that moment, as they were all leaving Morgan's suite [ after Delilah began making fun of the sisters for their compulsive primping habits] and making their way down the hall into the main areas of the townhouse style loft toward the door, there was a knock. Blaze opens the door and there was none other than...>>

NICOLAS

Hey...uh, how are you...ladies?

Good evening, Nicolas.

<< Morgan was noticeably the first to reply, even as Blaze eyed him curiously and smirked as she looked over to Delilah.>>

I...just got my new automobile from my Father and I was wondering that, that is if you weren't going a different way, if you wanted to help me try it out. I plan to write a feedback report to Bugatti tomorrow and I need the input from the rest of you.

He stood there silently, awaiting the response of the ladies in the room. He took a moment to smile at them all, finally resting a bit longer on Morgan than the others.

Oh you mean that tansformer looking thing that was delivered the other day? I swear you get a new car every week! where do you keep them all? Nobody in town drives in the city due to traffic BUT you seem to find a way to always clear it.

<< Smiling and winking knowingly at the mutant as she PUSHED Morgan ahead of herself and Delilah a bit so she was now closer to Nicolas.>>

BLAZE I beg your pardon!?

<< Morgan bellowed as she quickly regained her poise and composure, only now much closer to Nicolas.>>

Awww isnt that sweet? Morg wanted to get a better look at you, Nicolas.

you mischeivious little TROLLOP, I should send you to CANADA on a wind current for this!

Yeah, come and and show us if this thing you have can actually FIT us all into it.

Yes, Let's have a look at your LATEST vehicle. And if it's suitable for us all to fit in, it would be quite nice to ride together to the party.

<< She smiles at him...and can almost feel the blood rushing to her cheeks as she looks away quickly.>>

CURSE you, dear sister...

<< she could HEAR Blaze laughing softly under her breath as she and Delilah walked only a couple steps behind her while Nicolas offered to escort her arm to their car.>>

<< and so off they went into the lovely spring evening air toward Nicolas' new car.>>

 

[Rampage]

As they approached the car, the engine fired up and the doors opened. Nicolas took the passenger front door and held it, placing Morgan inside and closed the door for her.

Morgan, recognized.

The car spoke as she settled into her seat, adjusting perfectly to provide her the correct amount of legroom. The other ladies, while not given the personal treatment by Nicolas, were nonetheless pleasantly surprised when they sat in the car's back seat. The doors close unbidden and they were also greeted verbally as their seat portions adjusted as needed. As he entered and sat down himself, Nicolas closed his hands quickly, his joints cracking as he grasped the steering wheel.

Command: Morgan authorized, car entertainment.

Morgan authorized.

As he placed his seat belt, the others were gently belted as well BY THE CAR. He turned to Morgan and smiled.

So far...acceptable. Feel free to request by voice any song, genre, or artist and the music system will begin to play. It is designed to adjust equalizer setting by genre and song analysis.

Nicolas pulled away quickly, the cars engine purring as he increased speed.

I hope no one minds a bit of speed...I have to make some evaluations of the car's performance for my report. We will take the scenic route...I understand that being fashionably late has an uniquely American appeal.

Speed was right. The streets were strangely JUST clear enough with no red lights or police as the car sped through the city in excess of 100 miles per hour...

 

[N/A]

Delilah was just teasing Morgan, but she suddenly got serious.

We've been quite fortunate thus far...the 4 of us...and even Helena. But if the anti mutant sentiment continues in the direction its going, guided by Stryker and his ever growing mass of followers...we may need to use our powers to defend ourselves....even PUBLICLY.

Delilah got up from the chair and stretched like a cat.

“Well, I say, bring it on.”

Before they could say anything else, Blaze came into the room. After seeing the outfit she had chosen, Delilah laughed.

“You guys didn’t tell me I was supposed to bring my formal wear.”

Delilah didn’t care about impressing anybody – she dressed how she liked when she liked.

After Delilah teased Morgan a little about Nicolas, Blaze joined in.

Oh you know speaking of that? Word around campus is that they think he's gay. BUT I've got it on good advice that he's got the hots for dear Morg and you know MY sources never lie.

Delilah laughed.

“EVERY guy on campus has the hots for Morg. I think your ‘sources’ need to up their game.”

The conversation turned to Helena, as it usually did.

Seriously Morg, you better do something before she gets in the way.

At that, she smirked.

“Any man who would choose that fake tramp over Morgan, deserves to have his head examined. AND live a monk’s existence. Riddled with Helena's many many slut diseases.”

There was a knock at the door signaling Nicolas’ arrival, and after Blaze embarrassed Morgan a bit, he offered to drive them to the party. Blaze lost no time.

Oh you mean that transformer looking thing that was delivered the other day?

Delilah covered her mouth to stifle a giggle.

Yeah, come and and show us if this thing you have can actually FIT us all into it.

“Yeah, maybe Blaze and I should just walk. Sounds more like a car for TWO.”

She winked at Blaze and flashed Morgan an innocent smile.

Delilah and Blaze followed Morgan and Nicolas out to his car. His extremely pretentious car. Delilah was a muscle car girl, and she found it a little ridiculous that people paid hundreds of thousands of dollars for a car that was light enough for her to throw across the road by herself.

After they squeezed into the back, Nicolas started going on and on about the car again. Showing off for Morgan. Again. She was going to call him on it, but then decided, what the heck? Let he and Morgan be all cutesy together if they wanted. She just hoped a car as expensive as this came with barf bags.

 

[Persephone]

The party was already underway, and needless to say Helena was already the center of it. Standing with drink in hand, two female classmates flanked either side of her chatting with a couple of the boys from the lacrosse team. She wasn't into the jocks. Sure they were cute, but they were dumb as hell. Despite what Morgan, Blaze, and Delilah thought, she had high expectations when it came to guys and didn't sleep with anything that had a penis. Blaze and Delilah were the poster children of the term DISPLAEMENT in psychology. For Helena, nothing below fine breeding would interest her. So while her little minions chatted with their man meat, Helena was holding a conversation of her own with Caleb Wynmoor, son of former New York Senator Richard Wynmoor, and 1st in his class at NYU majoring in Politics.

"Why haven't you transferred to Columbia? NYU is such a....middle class school. It seriously went down hill after they let those creepy hobo twins [Olsens] in. Showering 101 anyone?"

Caleb laughed as Helena knew he would. Like her, he was from a wealthy up bringing, very well known, and very in tuned with that he wanted. He was the typical rich asshole and Helena LOVED it.

Unfortunately it was my mothers alma mater and she wished for me to go there since I was a little boy. My father tried to talk some sense into her, but obviously he's a sucker for beautiful woman. It runs in the family.

Helena's smiled wickedly knowing she had him in the palm her her hands.

"Smooth Wynmoor, real smooth. You keep talking like that and you'll end up in a shitty CW show."

They both laughed, thoroughly engaged in one another as the party continued on around them. Little did Helena know that her night was about to get a little juicier as Morgan, Blaze, Delilah, and Nicolas were all about to show up.

 

[Seer]

at the party

<< Morgan, Blaze and Delilah were treated to a preview of the latest ride of an amusement park courtesy of Nicolas' new car while Delilah and Morgan were LESS than "amused", Blaze had a ball.>>

<< when they finally reached their destination, a multistory somewhere between Broadway and Ansterdamn in the party/clubbing district, each woman had various looks of distress and relief on their face- the exception being Blaze, who wanted to "go again." still, it was a testimony to nicolas that he was able to take them the "LONG WAY" round, avoid any traffic lights or traffic itself and not be pulled over. no doubt some use of his own powers were involved in that.>>


<< The party was already underway and pulsating with energy. Helena was inside and already had been setting the tone for those in attendance thus far. sparking and fanning the flames of drama and competition amongst the crowd.>>



<<back outside- out of the car, Blaze was already on her hand held device, in touch with the DJ inside and had him to play Keri Hilson, Pretty Girl Rock as she, Morgan and Delilah walked in. Blaze had prearranged a bit of an entrance for them, deliberately to steal Helena's current thunder.>>

<< The three women walked through the doors and stood together, in a "Charlie's Angels" esque moment With Nicolas on Morgan's side. The DJ called attention to Blaze, "the eyes and ears" of the university, who had been responsible for them getting this building to party down in tonight, Delilah, the first FEMALE soccer star in Columbia's history and Morgan- the captain and star of Columbia's dance team.>>

<< as the crowd cheers, Blaze catches sight of an unamused Helena and mockingly winks at her.>>

<< now the Glamazons and the Mean Girl would have one last chance to play out their onging rivalry at the party to end all all parties before spring break. too bad they didnt realize ALL of them would be put on a different path this evening soon enough.>>

 

[N/A]

Delilah noticed "their song" playing as she entered with the others. She tilted her head and whispered to Blaze.

"I do not know how you do it."

They posed, basking in the admiration - thriving on it. Blaze was already thumbing her nose so to speak at Helena. They were going to have a good time playing with her tonight.

As the cheering subsided and the four of them moved further into the party, Delilah held out her hand expectantly. Sure, enough, several lesser beings trampled each other in order to place a beer in her hand. She didn't pay them any mind. And that's just how she liked it.

Gazing out at the room full of bodies, she smiled.

"Ladies, we are going to have fun tonight."

 

[Spellbinder]

<< To counteract the hot, sweaty air in the packed party, Morgan generated a small, gentle but consistent breeze around herself using the air from outside to keep the air she breathed fresh. it just so happened to give her a slight "diva with a wind machine" effect as "Keri Hilson, Pretty Girl Rock" played, heralding their arrival.>>

<< Blaze had pulled it off once again and Morgan couldnt help but smile for a moment at her sister's relentless social strategy. maybe she should be a PR instead of a lawyer , although the two did seem to overlap sometimes.>>

<< Nicolas escorted the ladies in and then moved to Morgan's left as the spotlight fell on the three women. While Morgan was not terribly interested in such displays...she couldnt help but get into the spirit of pissing Helena off at that moment as she saw Blaze mocking her silently and winking at her.>>

Gazing out at the room full of bodies, she smiled.

"Ladies, we are going to have fun tonight."

Let's hope that's ALL that is to be had...

<< she said as she noted some men practically falling all over themselves to get to Delilah while a few other men AND women were clamoring for Blaze. one of Helena's own minions even scampered away from her entourage to come receive a WARM, flirty reception from Blaze.>>

<< Morgan on the other hand, remained aloof and did not entertain the stares and whitles of some of the men near her. she did however acknowledge some of her fellow "wind dancers" from the dance team that were in attendance at the party.>>

<< as they were all received and made their way further in, Morgan continued to keep the breeze of fresh air from outside flowing around her and that cotinued to give her that "diva" effect, though she certainly didnt consciously intend for that.>>

<< further inside and sitting at a booth, Blaze and Delilah had their fans in attendance. Morgan was seated in the center, maintaining a look of elegant disdain that only seemed to waver JUST a big when Nicolas was near. He returned with drinks for the ladies and himself. Morgan took her Lemon Drop.>>

<< the party went on, full steam ahead with music, sounds, lights, people, drinks, hobknobbing, gossiping, debauchery etc etc. at one point one of Morgan's fellow "wind dancers" came over, greeting everyone before slipping in to talk to Morgan for a second. Soon she leaves and Morgan turns to her sister, best friend and Nicolas.>>


I may have to join the other wind dancers on the floor for a routine. its sort of...tradition. for us to have one last dance before spring break.

oh you mean miss priss is going to have to do something OTHER than sit here and look like the Queen of England tonight? you gonna go out there and show off those long smooth flawless legs and shake that ass??

<< Morgan "fake laughs" at Blaze and waves her hand dismissively.>>

The question is...will YOU be paying attention...or too busy conducting your own official KISSING BOOTH here at this table with a line of boys and girls wrapped all around the wall?

<< at that moment, Helena and her minions flanking her on either side could be seen striding right over to their table.>>

<< Blaze begins imitating the theme music for Jaws.>>

 

[Persephone]

Helena watched as Morgan, Delilah, Blaze, and Nicolas all made their "grand" entrance. Wind and all. Rolling her eyes, she scoffed along with her two minions at how utterly ridiculous the three of them looked posing like they were on a red carpet. Of course the lesser human beings of the party came flocking over like lost puppy dogs, but the rest of the party just stood and watched. Some with expressions similar to Helena's. Despite what the "Flabazons" thought, not everyone thought they were the shit. That made Helena smile a little. There WERE some smart people at Columbia afterall.

"Come on ladies....lets pay Morgan and her entourage of idiots a little visit. Afterall, I couldn't possibly gain the reputation of being RUDE now could I?"

Chuckling to herself as her minions smiled in delight, Helena made her way across the party to Morgan, Delilah, Blaze, and Nicolas; minions flanking her on either side.

"Well if it isn't the Wicked Witch and her two little monkeys."

Baboons really.

One minion pointed out as the other minion and Helena laughed.

"What an entrance you three managed to put together. How long did you practice that in front of the mirror?"

Flipping her blond hair behind her shoulder, Helena's eyes settled on Nicolas and her smirk turned into a somewhat pleasant smile.

"Good to see you again Nicolas. Unfortunately I wish you hadn't escorted the three stooges with you. A man such as yourself shouldn't be surrounded by such....social trash. Despite what they may blab to you, I'm not your enemy. I just have a low tolerance for bitchy bottle blondes and slutty brunettes."

 

[Firebird]

at the party

"Well if it isn't the Wicked Witch and her two little monkeys."

Baboons

One minion pointed out as the other minion and Helena laughed.

Oh is that what you role play as behind closed doors when Helena wants to experiment? so which one of you thirsty ho's gets to shove the broom up Helena's yellow brick road?

members at their table "oohed" and attempted to muffle their laughter as Morgan didnt bother to acknowledge the goon squad and Delilah made an obscene gesture to Helena's face.

"What an entrance you three managed to put together. How long did you practice that in front of the mirror?"

Flipping her blond hair behind her shoulder, Helena's eyes settled on Nicolas and her smirk turned into a somewhat pleasant smile.

oh about as long as it took for you to find a dress to hide that water weight. you're lookin' a little bloated tonight babe. all that jealousy and envy stressing you out?

Blaze makes like a "blowfish" with her cheeks.

"Good to see you again Nicolas. Unfortunately I wish you hadn't escorted the three stooges with you. A man such as yourself shouldn't be surrounded by such....social trash. Despite what they may blab to you, I'm not your enemy. I just have a low tolerance for bitchy bottle blondes and slutty brunettes."

Blaze shifts her apple green eyes over to her sister, waiting for Morgan to shame Helena utterly. It was moments like these that always made the effort of dragging Morgan to these parties worth while.