As Kelly screamed in pain, Mystique shifted back into her natural form.
“Who is funding you?” she asked him calmly. He thrashed around, blood dripping down his face. Linx’s claws only just missed one of his eyes.
“Monsters!”
Mystique clicked her tongue is disapproval. “Now you’ll tell me who is giving you the cash for your anti mutant campaign or I won’t be so friendly. You’ll tell me or my friend here will drain your head of whatever is in there. Got it?”
The senator sneered at her. “Go to hell!”
Caspar stared hard into the man’s face, gauged and streaming blood. Such ignorance and hate. It disgusted her.
“Talk, you filthy swine.” She moved toward the bed, leaning over it, closer to him. She admired Linx’s work as she inched closer.
“Talk, or…” She grinned broadly as she spoke, running her tongue luxuriously over her wildly sharp teeth, “… my friend’s claws won’t be the only sharp objects causing damage. You tell miss Mystique what she wants to know this instant—” Her hands clenched tightly, she watched his face and knew that he felt the fluids within him suddenly move in an unnatural way, “or you will be punished.”
Kelly shook and squirmed, muttering incoherently, spilling crude words and insults at them.
”Focus, Mr. Kelly! We don’t have all night. And by the looks of it… you don’t either.”
“Linx,” Mystique said, a touch of annoyance in her voice, “People don’t have paid sex in nice hotels -“
She was cut off my a knock at the door. Silently, she ushered Cas and Linx in to the bathroom.
“Come in,” she said, adjusting her voice to that of a phone sex operator.
A middle aged man with a comb over and bad suit stepped in, quickly closing the door behind him.
“Were you on the phone?” Kelly asked.
“Yes,” Mystique told him, “Sorry, sugar. Just had to make sure I had a ride.”
He seemed to buy it. “Alright…”
The shape shifter lead him towards the bed, putting pressure on his shoulder as a sign to sit.
“Oh no, I take the lead, sweet heart.”
Mystique grinned, coming closer. “Ok…” she said and with all her might, head butted him.
He fell against the atrocious bed.
“Linx, Cas,” she called to her friends.
Cas leaned around the doorframe carefully and Linx followed suit, pressed behind her. She saw the man lying slumped on the bed. Damn. Quick work.
She stepped into the bedroom, eyeing the figure on the bed and regarding her impressive, ferocious friend.
“Eheheh… ready, then, darlings?”
Who was the friend? If you don’t mind me asking?
Her name is Alice— No, I’m sorry. Her name is Volt.
We grew up together, but these days we’re… just too different.
//Caspar sighs, looks down at the floor for a few moments, then regains her composure.//
No matter. What brings you my way, Benji?
((/ooc/ Volt’s not exactly been active on her account yet; she works crazy hours and hasn’t been able to do much yet.))
(Source: caspargrey)
We have not spoken yet because I go to the Academy. I’m not even sure if kids from the Academy talk to people from the Brotherhood. But I’m gonna be the odd one out.
It’s quite okay for Academy students to speak with Brotherhood members. In fact, I have— I’m sorry, had a good friend who attends the Academy.
Even so, you’re welcome to speak with me. I don’t mind the company.
(Source: caspargrey)
Oh, hello there.
//grins and steeples fingers//And you are…?
Hello, I’m Benji. It’s a pleasure to meet you.
I’m Caspar. The pleasure’s mine, Benji.
I don’t believe we’ve spoken before… You’re, ah, with the academy, are you not?
Mystique watched Linx’s transformation in awe. His roar, though, caused the books on her shelves to vibrate.
“Yes, lets.”
—————-
By Mystique’s order, her group mates took a different cab and entered the hotel room first.
The drive was rather long and warm for the shape shifter. It was too much time to think; her hands shook in anticipation. Any apprehension she had evaporated when the cab driver hit on her. She did not tip him.
The room was all orange and brown with furry carpeting.
“Oh dear, you’re not actually sitting on that bed, are you Cas?”
Caspar had, unthinkingly, flopped back onto the hotel bed, but shot up straight at her friend’s words.
“Aaaah, oh, shit.” She hopped up immediately. “I think I need a shower. Eeeyuck.” Brushing the invisible filth off herself, she turned and regarded her two friends with anticipation. She wanted this to go perfectly.
“So, we’re… Hiding in, ah, the bathroom until it’s, y’know, time?” She looked at Linx, then again at Mystique. It was so weird seeing her like that, funny almost. But this was their plan and she loved it.
Oh, hello there.
//grins and steeples fingers//
And you are…?
Mystique followed the senator around for weeks before she discovered his little…habit.
He had a preference for tall blondes. It never took more than thirty minutes and he always had security with him. Always the same tall bored looking guy in a suit.
A perfect opportunity.
“How is this?” Mystique asked Cas as she slowly transformed into a shapely, white-blonde. Her pink top tied around the neck; her skirt was basically non-existant. “I feel gross.”
“Pchoooooooo,” Caspar whistled, grinning. “You can, ah, walk alright in those heels?” She looked her good friend over, from her shimmery stilettos to her pink top and blinding blonde hair. Quite the act she’d pulled together, that was for sure. “Not bad, not bad. If I was a sleazy senator, ah, I’d be all over it.” She teased her playfully, knowing full well that Mystique wasn’t keen on looking the way she did. Blech. Who would be?
She glanced once more at Mystique, then over at Linx. Poor fella couldn’t even get a piece of the eye candy.
I should be on tomorrow at some point(s).
sorry, I was gone a day longer than I said I’d be.
I’m not okay, if you were wondering, but I’m just and end user, so I reckon that’s irrelevant.
But Caspar is all good, so I’ll be back tomorrow, and I’ll respond to people and be ready to steal more information and pet more cats and possibly be experimented on.
Sorry if I’ve missed out on anything important.
/ooc/