Thread: Another Evil(me & loveraiden)

Mera1506 said Celia landed near the monestary. This long distance flying was to train herself to endure the cold at high altitudes. Right now she felt chilled to the bone. She rang the large bell outside the walls and waited for a monk or nun to open them. She folded her large wings on her back. Her back and lower parts were covered in feathers with a firy pattern. She wore baggy pants which thanks to the feathers weren't that baggy on her and a blouse with a hole in the back to let her wings through, she'd made a hole in the leather jacket too. Right now she had her hands in gloves. Men it was cold up there. When the door opened she politely asked for a room. They never turned anyone down, but one thing you had to attend at least one service a day. She wasn't religious, but sitting through one service really wasn't that bad, it was nice and warm there. She couldn't dress too sexy there, but she had quite the breasts, DDs. She wore a sportsbra and dind't look that big right now. She smiled when she saw the room, it was nice and warm already and once she had the fire going it would be even better. She had about half an hour before dinner. Kitty was getting annoyed with the X-men. She had recently taken over leadership of the brotherhood, kicking out Piedro or Quicksilver. Setting him up for the MRD. She was playing poker with domino ad trying hard not to look like the blob's underwear since he was passed out on the couch nearby. They needed new blood. Alright listen up, we're going out to find a potentional new member tonight. Blob you stay here and guard the place. She said. She was dressed in leather pants, a black corset and black leather jacket along with some kickass army boots. Click to expand... Nightcrawler was on the X-Jet on his way to Europe. He loved coming back here as he loved to admire the architecture of the churches and monasteries. He was on a mission to find a woman that Xavier had hoped would join the X-men as she was very powerful indeed. The scanners on the jet had locked on to the location and started its decent. Looking at his watch he saw that it was about time for evening service and was glad he brought his nice outfit. He wore Black pants that had been altered for his tail. which he would hide under his large black trench coat. He wore a button up white collared shirt and a low hat meant to hide his face. As he was ready, he felt the plan make a soft landing, somewhere discreet he was sure. He walked out and pulled the brim of his hat lower as he approched the open doors of the monastery. God bless you sister. He spoke in his strong german accent as he passed a nun. He scanned his eyes for anyone that seemed out of place. Bass was sitting in a local bar in downtown Detriot, a beer in one hand, a shot glass in the other. He wasn't exceptionally large, but his toned muscles were shaped with his tight crimson red sleeveless shirt. He whipped his hair to the side and smiled. It was going to be a good day, he thought, as he saw the waitress that scurried around the tables. He would hold his fingered glove covered hand out, to help him focus when he drank. He would let out a low hum, feeling the waves pulsing until he would push them out towards the tray of one waitress, shaking her tray until if toppled, along with herself trying to catch it. Bass laughed as he put down his shot glass and beer, reaching into his large black jeans and pulling out a hand full of bills and slamming them on his table. Another round on the house. His deep voice boomed throughout the room and was followed by an almost as impressive wail of celebration.