Whispers in the Dark.

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It was late. Close to 10 pm. The sky had long gone dark over the abandoned Glenwood/Yonkers Power Plant. And yet, despite being vacant since the late sixties, the plant had two visitors.

Feral sat on the steps, that let up to the second floor of the plant, the feral nervously flicking at her zippo lighter, the feral lighting and unlighting it in rapid succession, the feral’s amber eyes aglow in the gloom. The room was illuminated by candles and a gas lantern, making the shadows that surrounded them seem larger and more robust.

She was there acting as a body guard, the feral’s body tight with tension, her claws out on display, her lips curled into a fearsome grimace. And standing with the feral was a woman whom rarely was seen on the surface.

Callisto. Leader of the Morlocks. Mother figure for Feral. And also possibly the only person on the planet that was able to keep the feral mutant in check. Callisto stood with the feral, her face set in a cold, impassive mask. Blessed and cursed with heightened strength and reflexes, as well as enhanced senses of sight, smell, taste, hearing, and touch, Callisto was a woman of mystery and power, her scars her constant reminder of the evils of upworlders. When Callisto was young and beautiful, her life seemed so perfect, so enviable. But catastrophe struck, blinding her in the right eye and leaving her horribly disfigured. Forced to hold up a mirror to her new reality, Callisto realized that society had little use for a beautiful women who was beautiful no more.

Scared and alone, she rebelled against society and decided to go underground where it was safe, and where she could escape prying, peering eyes. She quickly made a huge abandoned military tunnel called “the Alley” built underneath Manhattan in the 1970’s her home. There she founded the Morlocks and became a leader and mother figure for other mutants like her, Feral being one of them. It had been Callisto that had taught Maria how to control her animal impulses, and the devotion that Feral felt for her was clear as day.

But it hadn’t been easy.

Callisto glanced over at her protégé, her hazel eyes drinking in the details. She used to wear a blind fold over her right eye, but no longer, the mutant deciding to let the southern belle that was meeting them to see her for all of her glory, the Morlock’s face impassive and collected. She had long ago accepted herself for what she was. She was curious to see how the infamous Rogue would handle it.

“She’s late.” Maria muttered next to her, still lighting and unlighting her Zippo in rapid succession, causing Callisto to look up and gaze at the feral mutant, arching a brow, an expression that Feral often imitated.

“Only by a couple of minutes.” Callisto replied softly.

Maria grumbled under her breath, clearly not happy. “Leech in position?” she asked then, referring to the mutant that was capable of depowering mutants.

Callisto nodded once. “He’s close enough. If we need him, he can be here.” Then she blinked, both mutant’s catching it. The sound of approaching footsteps. And in unison the two mutant women turned to face the newcomer, one snarling the other impassive and calm.

WORDS: 570 // TAG: ANNA D'ANCANTO (for now?) // OUTFIT: Feral is wearing THIS. // NOTES: PM me if I need to edit anything.

[ANNA D'ANCANTO]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! The meeting with Maria had not gone well. It was quite clear by how the woman had stormed off. She was still baffled at the other woman’s reactions. What did she expect for Anna to burst into a dramatic sobbing fit or theatrics in the middle of a bar? Not only that but one that did not seem welcoming of Maria in the first place? Despite what Rogue might think of Raven, she was glad the woman had taught her a few well needed lessons in life, one of them being keeping her emotions in check. Personally, Rogue felt she was far too high strung, but some people were like that. Throwing tantrums like Feral had really did not help anyone and being hot headed wasn’t good for anyone. Least of all someone trying to be a leader. The belle just hoped whoever was leading the Morlock’s was nothing like Maria. Otherwise, this meeting she was going to right now, would not go well. The information Maria had given her about Remy was disturbing to say the least. But she did know what it was like to have killed someone, accidental or not. It wasn’t a great feeling and she wanted to at least ask the Cajun about it himself. Right now, she had other issues to deal with and that meant meeting Maria and another. Call it a touch of paranoia, but after she had finished talking with Maria, the belle had contacted Natasha and discussed a few things with her. She had even managed to get the woman to join her for the meeting. Normally she would have brought another mutant with her, but everyone was either busy or gone and bringing kids would not work well. Thus, here they were, driving to the meeting place. She had gotten the woman’s message about the meeting place. They were running late, only because she had taken the long route to make sure no one else following them. Again, more paranoia perhaps or simply caution. There was far too much at stake and she did not need to be blamed for another massacre if she did lead someone else to their location. Turning into the lot, Anna looked over at the redhead woman in the car with her. ” Thanks for coming. I know you’re not a fan of mutant or me, but it’d be stupid to go alone, at least after the tantrum Feral threw.” she explained having told Natasha about the meeting to fill her in. Getting out of the car, Anna looked at the location, wondering if she was doing the right thing. The last thing she needed was to be criticized by the other woman and her friend. ”Here goes nothing.” she muttered sighing while she headed into the building looking around for Maria. Stuffing her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket, she spotted the two women, heading over to where they were. ”Maria.” she nodded her head at the woman she did know. ”You must be Callisto. Rogue.” she offered her gloved hand in a greeting. 533 WORDS , NATASHA ROMANOFF , OUTFIT table by california dreaming @ caution 2.0

[NATASHA ROMANOFF]

In all honestly, Natasha was actually glad that she was accompanying Rogue on this fool's errant. She needed to clear her mind from all the shit that had been going on and although she had no idea what all this was about, she decided 'why not?' and said yes to the Southern Belle. Usually going out with Rogue was a sure way to get themselves in trouble and Natasha was chomping at the bits for some good ole fashion shenanigans. Besides, Callasantos was involved in this and Natasha was curious to know why. She still needed to have a meeting between Steve, Spidey, Feral and herself concerning what the future of the Secret Avengers would be and the fact that she was accompanying Anna today was a good way to also sized up if the X-Men were going to keep themselves in the alliance or jump ship, like everyone else seemed to be doing. The net had been closing in on her and Steve, Natasha knew full well. Already it was becoming more and more difficult to move around without being tracked.

” Thanks for coming. I know you’re not a fan of mutant or me, but it’d be stupid to go alone, at least after the tantrum Feral threw.”

The Black Widow grunted at that. “Oh please, cry me a river. You and your complex of persecution. I love mutants.” She could not understand why Rogue said that, as Natasha has always shown a deep fondness and fascination for mutants. Sure, she have had her share of run-ins with them too, but she was not like most people in regards of mutants. Of course, that didn't mean she loved all of them... that damn Remy, for example, she hated him with a vengeance and could not wait to ventilate his ass just because... she wanted to! She had no real reason for her hatred of him – except for the fact that he had the gall of staring at her ass without her permission! – but it made her feel good to dream of the day she will shoot him in the face and then step on his groin. Just like she dreamed of the day she will to the same to Strucker and Kasandra, although with those two she did have good reasons for her homicidal thoughts. “Besides, Feral is always throwing tantrums. Is not like that is something new. But to be honest, I have no idea what all this is about, so I will just stand in a corner looking very sexy, as always, and watch. Don't worry, though... I'll keep your roody pooh candyass safe.” She said with her typical insolent grin.

And for that, she brought her best two friends with her... Tanya and Annika, her custom made Sig Sauer pistols. “I am surprise, though, that you picked me and not that good for nothing loafer Remy or any of the other X-men. I'm flattered... I knew deep inside you – like everyone else in the planet – want me.” She added and then began to sing the Rod Stewart's song 'If you want my body and you think I'm sexy'  but that levity died a quick dead when they arrived. Widow was already memorizing the layout of the place and she didn't like it. The place was a rat trap: easy to get in, but difficult to get out. And like them or not, the people they were going to meet were mutants and they could be unpredictable, to say the least. Although this being a trap was highly improbable. Feral would not go through this much trouble for that and Natasha could smell a double crossing a mile away. “Eh... are you still practicing how to fly? We might need it.” She said joking, but her eyes took the typical coldness that was synonymous of her.

She stared at Feral and the woman with her. “Yo Maria! Tell the guys in hiding that they are doing a very shitty work of it. Come out, don't be shy. We are all friends here.” She said, already noticing there were some indeed hiding.

@feral