WELCOME TO NEXUS.

[XxMagneto]

Magneto stayed silent only long enough to take Chimera’s questions to heart. He was asking himself the same questions. What was a Mutinel? Erik’s powers were constantly “on” since he was in Genosha. He was capable of winding them around himself to constrict their area, but he could nearly taste the metal that was within that… black creature. What concerned him was the metal wasn’t… effective, as if his powers slipped and slid around it, never truly capable of grasping it. Annoyed by the prospect of a creature being untouchable by both his powers and physical prowess, Erik swallowed his pride and answered best to his knowledge.

“The first word that comes to mind is Sentinel, robots with the soul of purpose of hunting mutants.” Magneto frowned after saying the word “mutant.” Surely what he was thinking wasn’t viable… “Perhaps that man was a mutant Sentinel.” But how? What kind of technology could be bound with a mutant? True he thought of Cameron Hodge, but such a thing was beyond his capabilities. Weapon X? Not enough time. There was nothing known to man that could repel magnetism and be metal at the same time. “But I believe we can confirm they’re working with the human government. Mystique can take care of herself.” Though that wasn’t to say he wasn’t concerned. If mutant Sentinels were hunting her… Erik would have to search for her in a few moments in some way.

“No, I don’t believe she did. What she did was show me her and her comrade easily infiltrated Genosha’s defenses.” And he was preparing to say he wasn’t sure what to do. If all Mutinels could do that, the Brotherhood would be forced to be on alert at all times. Magneto looked at Creed, the sour taste of exasperation on his tongue. “Protecting Genosha is my focus, Victor. If that doesn’t fit within your plans, you’re free to leave whenever you please.” And that was the end of the conversation for the Magneto. With mind in other places, the group was surprisingly disturbed by a lanky teenager with a beam of a smile on his face. Several others followed behind, too timid to approach further.

“I-I’m sorry for… Um,” he turned towards his friends and they urged him on at a distance. “Sirs, ma’am, are we going publiclikethatgroupintheU.S.did?!”

Erik looked at Chimera, to Creed, judging their expressions, then back to the teenager. “What group do you speak about, my boy?”

“Excelsior! There was a group of mutants that have gone public, trying to make good to the media! Emma Frost was say—”

Erik raised his hand. “No more, but thank you for bringing it to my attention.” The boy smiled, nodded, and ran back to his friends. Emma Frost… a peculiar name to bring up, especially with the mention of Sentinels thrown into the mix. The woman was a part of the Hellfire Club, and was it not the Hellfire Club that had endorsed Sentinel technology? “I believe it's time for me to speak with Ms. Frost.” He looked at Creed and Chimera again, still judging their expressions. What he was searching for, he couldn’t exactly say. “We’re all free until later. Think about how to better our defenses for now while I gain information about the Mutinels.” With his mind entering a different subject, Erik twisted around and walked away from the pair, heading back to the Citadel in hopes there was something there that could help him contact a certain Emma Frost.

TBC: Magneto - TBA

[XxSabretooth]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Chimera stated some good questions, he guessed. Blondie was curious, and… Huh, a new though struck the feral. He raised a thick eyebrow, looking at Chimera from head to toe with a studious eye. He wondered if the carpet matched the drapes. He glanced at the man her dragon was holding captive, curious if pirate-man was going to find out. Turning back to the blonde, Creed smiled, fangs glistening and scant blood on his body hardening. “Anytime ya want a play-thing, gimme a call.” He nudged forward, hunching slightly to show his bestiality, his Cheshire grin large and prominent. “Yer the first bitch I’m lettin’ have a choice.” Stepping back to mark his distance, he winked, and turned back to Magneto.

Sentinels, huh? That sucked. How unfortunate he didn’t have adamantium on his bones anymore—he’d make quick work of them. The thought of the metal, however, forced him to sneer. Too many bad memories of red, pain, and manipulations best left forgotten. Creed wasn’t exactly the most emotional man on the planet, but when he was angry, it wrote all over his face. He was attempting, slightly, to keep his expression in check, but he failed to keep the agitated way his lip twitched from showing on his face. Mutant Sentinels weren’t that much better. That’s kind of what he was, right? A living experiment for Weapon X, a machine for their benefit? Oh, he loved the machine part—the enhancements to make him stronger and faster, but he didn’t like the controlled part. No person alive could control the Sabretooth. They tried, they died.

It was a nice thought to ease away his agitation.

Creed let a slip of a snarl form next. Fucking typical—protect the people and forget those that did the friggin’ work. Unable to form coherent words, he kept himself silent, allowing the claws in his hands to curl into his palm. He needed to get some aggression out… He looked at Chimera again, curious how hard he could thrust before he broke her. As more people came, and spewed out the name Emma Frost and Excelsior, there was only group insane enough to put an X their name. Magneto took the information in stride, yet again leaving them amongst themselves. So now, Creed had a decision to make. Stay here as apart of the Brotherhood, or go find something interesting to get himself into… Hm. Cheshire grin intact, Sabretooth looked back at Chimera and stayed in place.

He didn’t say anything. Only stared, and imagined plenty of things.

[~*Chimera*~]

“Anytime ya want a play-thing, gimme a call.” Creed moved to show just why he'd make such a good 'play-thing'. Chimera pondered what provoked this for all of two seconds before her gaze shifted to her little treasure. Well, if she was lucky, he wouldn't be a little treasure at all. But anyway, this was interesting. "Really? No one's ever offered such a thing to me before." Usually, they were wanting /her/ to be the captive, the treasure, the play-thing. Submissive or some such. Then people started dieing and they only wanted her dead then. Tch, so sensitive.

“Yer the first bitch I’m lettin’ have a choice.” She was? Does that equate to approval from his species? He seemed to like her, or her body anyway. Workable, lots of people liked her body. Hey..that masked man from the park, he liked her body too right? He might want to be her play-thing too. Goodness, she was just racking up on this planet wasn't she?

“The first word that comes to mind is Sentinel, robots with the soul of purpose of hunting mutants.”

Interesting. She presumed that these robots were conjured up by humans. Well, if you can't beat someone, build something that can, right? She wasn't impressed by the concept, just interested. After all, it was giving her more of an idea of where this planet was in terms of planet-engulfing war. And that was, if you recall, the entire point to coming to this little, confusing mudball. She had come to Earth, to this dimension, to this time, to see the truth birth of war so all-encompassing that a planet - in its entirety - took part. All people, regardless of age, gender, and usefulness. Well, the useless were often the first to die. In some cases, at the hands of their own 'allies'. Useless people were dead weight, as in weights that would cause you to be dead due to their uselessness. Better them than you right?

Anyway, Magneto didn't seem to like the concept. No, wait, he didn't like the concept of that mysterious shadow man being one of these 'Mutinels', or 'mutant Sentinel'. “But I believe we can confirm they’re working with the human government. Mystique can take care of herself.” Oh? What confidence! Chimera liked the sharp blue-skinned woman, she was just so interesting to look at and Chimera could practically taste war on the woman's skin. Though maybe the shape-shifter wouldn't like being licked? In any case, that was a woman accustomed to bathing in blood with no problems. Chimera could sense it.

She asked about the helmet, but Magneto seemed convinced that she had done nothing untoward to his precious helmet. It was all meant to prove a point - as Chimera had stated/queried at the very start. The point was that the amplification barrier did not make them unstoppable. Their defenses could be breached, not just the island, but the mutants personally. Of course, this breach was accomplished by mutants who, by virtue of being on the island at all, were also boosted, but that was besides the point. It was a taunt. A 'Hah hah, I did this and you couldn't do jack'.

Magneto then addressed Sabretooth, saying that the priority was to fortify Genosha and that if he couldn't get with the program, then he needed to be moving on. At this point, Magneto's groupies opted to come close. The leader was a rather young looking mutant - she guessed - who looked rather cheerful. He had a question! Going public? 'We'? 'Group in the U.S.'? Magneto looked to her and Creed before facing the teen. Chimera wore a semi-bored expression, she didn't really consider herself part of any 'we', so she didn't care at all. Honestly, she didn't even know what the kid was talking about.

Problem solved! Apparently, he meant 'Excelsior' - sounded weird to her - and then he rambled on with some explanation. Erik halted him before he could get too carried away. Magneto didn't really answer the question, just declared that he would have to speak with 'Ms. Frost', the leader of Excelsior if Chimera had to guess. Chimera's expression still held that taste of 'so what?'. 'Going public' didn't really mean much in her head. As a pirate, she was a mover and a shaker. A loner. There was no 'going public', only hearsay and horror stories. She was a myth in some parts, dark legend in others. A warning, a threat, a big ass problem. She had never truly stayed put long enough to have to think of such a thing as 'going public'. And even if she did understand what all that entailed, she certainly wouldn't go for it.

'Going public'? She could define terms and piece together what she supposed that meant, revelations and putting yourself out there. And that didn't sound like a good idea at all. That was hanging up a big, neon sign that said 'come and get me'. Chimera frowned at the thought. Why would anyone do something so stupid?

“We’re all free until later. Think about how to better our defenses for now while I gain information about the Mutinels.”

And with that, Magneto started to walk away. Midori edged over, treasure still captive. Seriously though, she hoped he'd snap out of it or she'd really have to kill him. Tsk, it'd be such a waste too. Her mind chose to remind her that she had another prospective treasure wandering about on this planet and that she should go get him before someone else did. The alien got the sense that she was being watched and looked over her should curiously. Ah, Creed was looking her way..or in this direction. Lower? Oh... She smirked, minx, and raised an eyebrow. "So are you staying or going? Or maybe you'd rather just stare at my ass all day?"

[XxSabretooth]

"Really? No one's ever offered such a thing to me before."

Oh really? Creed’s smile grew larger. Did that mean blondie was a virigin? He would have never guessed, having a rack like that, an ass to slap, and girls-gone-wild attitude at times. Strangest thing was, Creed didn’t detect a lie from Chimera. So that really meant she could, possibly, be a virgin! Damn, that’d mean she’d be really tight, too. A single fang crawled over his bottom lip, but a thought struck him. What about her “play” thing. He figured sex toy. If Chimera wasn’t going to have sex with pirate-freak over there, what in the hell did she plan on doing with him? If it involved blood, Creed was going to get extra excited. It was nice to see a girl ready to bloody herself because she felt like she had to. As long as she didn’t do that funky shit in cutting herself or drinking her own blood, he’d be okay.

With Magneto up and gone, it was just Chimera and Creed left. Oh, and “Midori” and pirate man. "So are you staying or going? Or maybe you'd rather just stare at my ass all day?"

“It ain’t just yer ass I’m staring at.” His smile faded, but the dangerous gleam in his eyes remained. There was some rubble left up ahead. It shouldn’t be any problem in dragging Chimera by her throat, slumping her over a concrete slab, then chisel away at Chimera’s tightness one hard thrust after the next. But he’d have to contend with… Midori… Sabretooth ended up laughing. “Fuck my dick and call me a bitch! Why have the real thing when you’ve got fun stuff over there, amirite?” He threw a thumb towards Chimera’s pet and guffawed again. The chick was a virgin to humans! That damn dragon probably had its tail up in her doing all kinds of crazy stuff. “And that’s why you want him, huh? He ain’t no good to ya unconscious, Blondie. Why not take a ride on somethin’ more… frisky.”

Creed took a step closer, smile slowly reappearing. “I promise ya it won’t hurt. I’ll be soft and gentle, like a pussycat, just fer you.” He gave a rough purr-like noise, like a male lion enjoying his meal. He was lying through his teeth, and he wasn’t attempting to conceal the truth from his face. He’d enjoy splitting her open and pulling her hair to expose the soft skin upon her jugular. Just thinking about it caused a stir in his pants. “What d’ya say? Me, you, the ocean?” He attempted to get within a hairbreadth away of her personal space. “I’ll show ya what it’s like to be with a real animal.” His claws ached to shred her clothes and have his way, but like he said, he was going to let Chimera make the choice. Either way… he was going to get what he wanted.

[~*Chimera*~]

What was happening here, was a case of miscommunication. In several, okay, many...most cases, this could be a problem. A big problem. People did things, said things, and it couldn't be undone. Naturally, the problem was /always/ that the miscommunication resulted in something that needed to be undone. Or done in some cases? All was unique. However, this was different. It made sense that it'd be different, being that the miscommunication was between a feral and an alien. That had 'different' written all over it.

The miscommunication, or a series of them, wasn't really doing anything harmful - unless you counted Creed's growing [I mean that figuratively, I swear] interest in the strawberry blonde standing nearby. Chimera was just curious. See? No harm done. Chimera wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't some loose floozy either. Arguably, Creed wouldn't care either way. The virgin thing was a bonus, not a necessity right? She didn't really plan to use her newest acquisition as a pin cushion of sorts. She wanted him for sex, little else, though she could probably come up with something.

“It ain’t just yer ass I’m staring at.”

Eh? He was giving her a funny look again, expressive one this kitty cat. She wouldn't know that he was plotting, in advance, where he was going to do more than just stare at her ass. Then he started laughing. She'd done similar things. Maybe they were kind of alike that way - messed up in the head. “Fuck my dick and call me a bitch! Why have the real thing when you’ve got fun stuff over there, amirite?” The pirate looked puzzled as she turned towards what he was indicating - or who. Midori.

"I don't have sex with Midori." She stopped to give the dragon a considering looking that Midori seemed to be politely ignoring. "I have never thought about it either, but it sounds interesting." Creed had concluded that she wanted the man she held captive in order to experience sex with a person for the first time. It'd be a solid plan. Actually, it was more to experience sex with a man from Earth. So maybe Creed was correct in a sense. Chimera was a virgin..to Earthen men. But no one save Deadpool knew she was an alien, for sure, though Magneto seemed to at least suspect she wasn't entirely human.

“I promise ya it won’t hurt. I’ll be soft and gentle, like a pussycat, just fer you.” She kind of doubted that. Actually she rather hoped he was lying. Soft and gentle weren't two words she often applied to sex. They certainly weren't words she'd apply to Creed. Chimera pulled a face. "Oh? I should hope not; there's no excitement in that you know." While she didn't typically care if it hurt, she had a high pain tolerance and likely wouldn't be able to tell, soft and gentle were strange words. Not that it mattered since Creed had already decided he was going to have her and he certainly wasn't going to be soft or gentle about it.

“What d’ya say? Me, you, the ocean?” Chimera didn't stop him from drawing closer, but there was no telling when that might change. "Oh? In the ocean?" Maybe all Earthen men were such sexual creatures. This could be normal on this planet? She didn't want to stand out as an oddity, well, not by too much. “I’ll show ya what it’s like to be with a real animal.” Another dragon would appear between Creed and Chimera as soon as he got within a foot of the pirate woman. It bore spikes and rows of spiked teeth. "Oh, move out of the way Shiroi, you ruin all my fun. Your scales will fall off from all your worrying." 'Shiroi' seemed to leer down at Creed before dissipating according to Chimera's wishes.

Chimera moved forward on her own before stopping. She couldn't just leave her prize on the beach, even with Midori. Poor Midori would get bored..might eat her poor little pirate man. "I'll be back!" she said cheerfully. And just like that, the woman was gone in a dark portal, Midori and their captive gone too. It that startled Creed, Chimera returning in the same fashion, roughly three feet behind him, likely wouldn't help. The tall pirate didn't seem to think anything odd or suspicious about it. She just picked up where he'd left off.

"In the ocean you say? That sounds like fun." And Chimera did so love her fun.

[XxSabretooth]

OOC: FYI, I have no intentions of them actually doing the dirty, no matter what this post... might... suggest. *coughs*

She didn’t have sex with dragon-thing, huh? Yeah. Right. Even if he still didn’t detect Chimera lying, Sabretooth knew his freaky chicks. This chick could get down and dirty if she even knew what down and dirty meant. He supposed it was like calling a murderer a murderer when they didn’t know what the definition of what a murderer was. Ignorance was always so refreshing to see, especially when Creed knew he would be a wonderful teacher. The thought got him all tingly inside, like the need to belch. Surprisingly, that’s exactly what he did, abrupt and loud. Sometimes organs that got baked just needed to release the pressure.

With a Cheshire grin growing wider, Chimera was up for some rough rumbling? That’s certainly what it sounded like. So she truly wasn’t a fondling kind of chick. Well good, because Creed wasn’t either. Why pet when he could scratch? Why rub when he could penetrate? Freakin’ pansy-ass men had it all wrong nowadays. Respect the woman his ass. It’s the men who got off every time they had sex. Who cared if women didn’t, as long as Creed got his play time. He’d be the type to buy a hooker off the road, slam her against the wall, and leave her in a puddle on the ground, spent, while he walked away zipping his zipper and throwing a wad of cash at her (if she was worth it).

She sounded pleasantly surprised about the ocean. Just as Creed neared, he was meant by an opposing force. Another dragon with spikes alongside its body, and thick, piercing teeth joined its eyes gazing down at him. Creed smiled wider—more than before. “I don’t fuck dragons.” He wasn’t scared at all of this “Shiroi.” Hell, there wasn’t a lot of things Creed was scared of. If he wasn’t scared of being burned alive when burns were the worst physical pain a man could endure, then staring down an ethereal dragon was nothing. He found out something useful, however. Chimera had more than one dragon. And they were all invisible.

Just as abruptly as Sabretooth got his tingles, Chimera disappeared, leaving him to stare and taste the air where she once stood. What in the hell was that about? Midori and slave-man were gone too. Did Chimera just ditch him? Victor growled. No bitch on this planet just ditched him. If she wanted to make an enemy out of him, so be it. She’d never had an enemy like Creed—he was damn well sure of it. She appeared, moments later, behind him in the same abrupt fashion. Victor twirled around, listened to her words, and approached Chimera in a very, physical kind of way.

One step after the other and he aimed for his massive form to be inches from her own. Sadistic grin returning, dirty hands attempted to slide up her sides. He didn’t say anything, only breathed and grinned as he tried for his hands to go higher until they rounded her chest. If he got that far, Chimera would have gotten a little surprise in the form of his claws digging into her breasts like tiny daggers. “So what’s yer game, blondie?” He aimed for his claws to dig deeper, penetrate further the harder he grabbed. “Why you here and what’s the deal with the fuckin’ dragons?” He tried to lean down and inhale the scent radiating from the side of her neck, his tongue aiming to dart out and take the tiniest of tastes. She didn’t even taste human, but he waited for any answers before he spoke again. “The Brotherhood ain’t gonna be fucked with anymore by any damn stragglers now that I’m here. Consider this yer warnin, blondie. I won’t just fuck you. I’ll fuck you over the first time you step outta line.”

Sabretooth tried to whisper in her ear.

“Now spread ‘em or scream.”

[~*Chimera*~]

She left and came right back and it seemed that Creed's mood had changed just as quickly. She knew when someone was mad at her; it happened all of the time. That quiet sense of 'someone is thinking of doing something bad to you' were whispering in her ear. Her sixth sense, the 'omen' sense. Creed was looking at her and you'd say it was no different from any look that a predator would wear upon his face. But it /was/ different/, she could sense it was different. This wasn't strictly sexual, as it had been before. Something had changed, snapped, in her short absence.

He took steps towards her, unhurried and deliberate. A smart woman would run, fly, teleport away. A smart woman that was scared. Chimera was not afraid. A smart woman would, if not run, evade. That twisted grin, those eager hands - eager to hurt she bet - were telling signs. If she wouldn't get away, then she should ensure that he stayed away. A smart woman would invoke the 'keep away' game. A smart woman that was sane. Chimera wasn't sane.

She was smart..and aggressive. Creed had detected that to an extent perhaps. Detected it and liked it. This will be fun, the alien thought to herself. Something had shifted in Creed when she abruptly left and returned without warning. Now something had shifted in Chimera. We'll see which is more unpleasant.

So Chimera didn't run, didn't have Midori carry her away. She didn't even use an Imploder to teleport away. She didn't evade either. The strawberry blonde just stood there as his clawed fingers slid up her sides with a malicious intent. It was kind of exciting really. They grazed her and it tingled a bit. He grasped her boobs, or his claws did. It wasn't stabbing outright, there'd be more blood and she wouldn't have just stood there in that case. But it was like having needles pricking her boobs in a weird half-moon alignment. Someone had done that to her once.

And then, for no apparent reason, they died.

“So what’s yer game, blondie?” Not done, the needles pressed in more. Chimera smiled a disturbed smile and didn't bother to hide the amber flooding her irises. “Why you here and what’s the deal with the fuckin’ dragons?”

"The dragons are my friends." Was he sniffing her? Seemed like it. He even gave her a little lick. What an interesting Earth mutant! Animalistic tendencies. It didn't surprise her. He had a sort of animalistic appearance. She almost thought he'd bite her with those fangs of his, but he didn't. Instead, he whispered sweet threats in her ear. Warnings. He was a great deal more direct than Magneto wasn't he? "So protective of the group led by a man you seemed to despise." Her own hands had been drifting, nails grazing that belt he'd retrieved earlier. Hadn't he been utterly miserable, a writhing mess before, without it?

Her 'friends' were afoot. But not the big imposing, I-know-you-see-me-now kind. These were her baby 'friends'. Little baby dragons that writhed and wriggled and were full of energy. Energy and sharp teeth. They wormed about, ghostly kisses until she brought them onto the physical plane. This plane. Now they wormed about Creed's waist and Chimera wouldn't pretend to not know where they were interested in going. He could stay put and allow the nibbles to the navel, nibbles at the waist. Well, Chimera called it nibbles. They were more like bites. Like how Creed's claws bit at her breasts, drinking crimson. He could stay put or let go. Maybe he likes it.

“Now spread ‘em or scream.”

"You play very rough with me, my dear play-thing," she purred. The 'baby' dragons grew more insistent. And her fingers were still too interested in the protective belt secured around his waist. "I like to play rough too." And then she'd try to yank the belt away.

[XxSabretooth]

Dragons and friends. That’s not what he wanted to hear. He wanted to know more—what they could do and how. He might not have been the smartest man in the world, but he did know knowledge was power. The more he knew about blondie, the better off her life would be.

"So protective of the group led by a man you seemed to despise."

Sabretooth chuckled, getting off in being so close to the woman with blood slowly trickling across his fingers. “If there’s anyone that’ll fuck ‘em over first, it’ll be me.” His tongue leaped out to coat his teeth in a fresh coat of saliva. Creed never knew Chimera had more friends with her, and he probably wouldn’t have cared. Not until they started to nibble on his abdomen did the first flecks of pain appear. He smiled further, liking how this chick knew how to play rough. He got closer, enough to press his pelvis against hers, just as the pain began to increase and Creed too began to bleed. Pain was nothing new to him during sex, neither was blood. But Creed was also never the one having to live with the pain.

Letting anger fuel his lust, he was two seconds away from ripping the woman’s clothes off with his teeth until Chimera spoke again. Victor didn’t care what she had to say, but the moment his belt was off, all hell broke loose. The bites didn’t even matter anymore. Where the baby dragons bit, the wounds would heal instantaneously. His head exploded in voices. His ears burned in sounds. Unfortunate for Chimera, the moment the intense pain crushed over him, he squeezed out of instinct. As far as he could tell, his hands were still on her breasts, seconds away from forming a breast reduction. If he had a chance, that’s exactly what he tried to do. He grabbed and yanked as hard as he could. He shuffled several feet back then collapsed to his knees.

Even while he howled in pain, he was rumbling in laughter. He was laughing because blondie was a cop-out! She couldn’t do shit to him that’d actually hurt him without using outside resources. She was a fucking blow-up doll ready to be pierced by the right set of claws. The moment he did it, she retaliated like she had the upper hand. But anyone who crossed Creed would realize their folly in time. No one fucked Creed—he did the fucking. Because of it, Chimera was going to wish she spread her legs and let his meat dive into her further. Her future was going to be hell. Despite blood running down his ears and throwing off his balance, Creed launched like a cannonball straight at the woman, either to topple her over, get the belt, or get her the hell away.

He’d live through this, he knew. He lived through everything. Chimera would get what was coming to her in one way or another, now or later.

[~*Chimera*~]

Chimera wondered if all the males on this planet pursued sex in this fashion. Or maybe he hadn't intended to have sex with her at all? But he'd been so very convincing! "If there’s anyone that’ll fuck ‘em over first, it’ll be me.” See? See?! That sounded like a sexual thing to say right? She had been absolutely certain that they were going into the ocean and she'd discover how the altered humans of this planet really had 'fun'. But no, no, no, it dissolved into a skirmish. This was a skirmish right? He seemed upset with her now and she'd only been playing along! What was there to be upset about?

The pirate nearly pouted. She had leaned heavily into him when moving to yank the belt away. That spared her a very brutal, very complete breast reduction, but the way Creed had spaced his claws still meant that she had missed a claw or two. That left her with a painful tradeoff and some nasty, deep gashes. Now she was bleeding and it was not a very arousing sensation, she had to say. The strawberry blonde had the belt though and now Creed was apparently very unhappy with her. She called her dragons off, sending them 'home'. He'd been fine until she took this belt. The dragons had been okay, but this belt was apparently something he wasn't ready to do without. But wouldn't it be an awkward thing to wear during sex?

Perhaps that was irrelevant to him. She noted, still grimacing and bleeding - damn it, she'd have to go to the ship to fix this - that she was being charged. Creed wanted the belt or her or her and the belt. Chimera was under the impression that this sort of pain did not arouse the man, which was fair since her almost breast reduction didn't really arouse her either. Lesson learned for them both. Chimera put those legs of hers to use, using some swift leg play to move out of the way and give the belt back in the same motion. She sort of stepped back while turning, threw the belt far to her left, and spun/jumped further away. Nothing too involved, she /was/ still bleeding everywhere.

"You have a very odd way of pursuing sex," she informed him, sounding annoyed. "This all seems very unnecessary." Some sort of ritual among the more bestial Earth mutants? It was rather off-putting and Chimera had put up with quite a bit when concerning sex. She tore strips from her dress and awkwardly wrapped them around her bleeding bosoms. Ugh, that was quite un-arousing indeed, what a strange man this was. "You didn't have to squeeze so much." And, /and/, he should have indicated that the belt was off-limits in this game. Of course, Chimera wouldn't know that this was a one-player game and she wasn't allowed to harm the player.

[XxSabretooth]

Chimera dodged out of his way—lucky for her. He skid to the ground on all fours, teeth snarled and eyes closed. Deep wrinkles webbed from the corners of his eyes with how hard he had them closed. Despite being blind with his vision suddenly enhancing beyond his comprehension, he was using his senses to at least figure out where the blonde bitch went. He could smell her like she was a skunk enhanced by one-hundred more skunks. Her scent was nauseating, and he could hear her heartbeat, her breathing, her lungs expanding and contracting, her intestines working on whatever food she might have eaten, and the way her red blood cells collided with the white ones. On the verge of vomiting despite wanting to kill her, Sabretooth crumpled into a ball, crawling to the belt when euphoria crossed over him.

Victor had a strange way of describing euphoria. The pain was gone, but his anger increased. He opened his amber eyes as slight pupils narrowed on the view of the woman. His lip was bleeding where his canines had poked in. Letting blood drip from his mouth, red-coated teeth glistened in his snarl before he unsteadily stood himself to his feet. "You have a very odd way of pursuing sex," she said. "This all seems very unnecessary." Creed didn’t bother responding. He only wanted to see what Chimera’s skin looked like inside out. Even as she went about bandaging her wounds, the blood stopped bleeding from Creed’s orifices and his nausea was washed away like the tide hitting the beach. He wanted to attack her—no, gut her was more appropriate, but he had a weakness now. Without this belt, he was worth shit on Genosha.

"You didn't have to squeeze so much."

Oh, he had to squeeze alright. He wanted Chimera to know him, and the Brotherhood, weren’t meant to be fucked with, and he was sure his point got across. Taking a step back, his mind was flickering from one action to the next. The bestial side of his brain wanted to claw the bitch to slivers, but the human side wanted to stay away from her for now. Taking in one heavy breath after the next, he finally closed his lips and flared his nostrils. “I’m comin’ fer ya. In yer sleep, in yer dreams, in yer showers, I’ll be there to screw up everything you like. Then I’ll follow you wherever you go and make yer life a bitch.” He said his words in-between gritted teeth before turned around. His yellow eyes glared from the twist of his shoulder before he started walking away.

“Yer dead, Chimera. I’ll even follow you in death.”

Why such hatred? It was simple. Creed needed someone to hate, and Chimera had become an easy target. It was how he thrived and lived. There was no one on Genosha he could target without feeling as if he had to better himself. But now, he had prey he was going to best. She had proven formidable, but Creed liked overcoming challenges. He smiled, walking out of view.

Exit Creed

[~*Chimera*~]

Chimera was now completely clear on the situation. It was a good thing that Creed was so very blunt. He was bloody, that healing factor didn't magically erase whatever crimson bits managed to escape in the mean time, and very angry. She could see it, smell it, taste it - or so she told herself. He was beyond bristling. Why every fiber of that fur-hair was standing on edge. She had studied books on the animal species of this planet. She was familiar with the domestic and 'exotic' kinds. He was mad, a mad mad..kitty? Lion-man? Cat-man? If he was a real cat, his back would raise and he'd hiss. That's what the books said. A lion or some other exotic would tense up and roar. Charge her.

Oh! That's what he'd done. That made him an exotic cat-man. Or something. She wasn't sure what he was, something to do with his mutant status. Anyway, he was mad - growling and cursing and threatening her. She was on his shit list now, no secret about it. Probably not a good thing. Sane money would put her far away from here, far away where Creed couldn't get her. But we've established that Chimera wasn't sane; Creed may nor may not have gotten that sensation - probably didn't care if he had. However, Chimera wasn't leaving. She wanted to stick around, with Magneto, and see if he'd bring her what she so craved. The birth of war. He'd have a role, a key one. She knew a major player when she saw one. Strength, power, charisma, ambition. He had thoughts, plans, desires - and the humans had theirs. It clashed horribly and neither side was just going to sit and take it. Action!

And she'd have a front row seat if she stayed with Magneto. Not join, just stay and earn her keep. He didn't need any more than that, she wouldn't give it to him. He wouldn't know what she wanted, needed. Him - the man screamed leading force. It made her tingle; he made her tingle. So exciting, so very exciting! She couldn't leave him, not permanently. Go and come as she pleased, but never abandon. Who knew if she'd find such a treasure again? What were the odds of locating such a man on this giant mud ball?

So Creed would have plenty of opportunity to do or try to do as he'd threatened. The alien pirate couldn't fathom why he was so mad. They had been on the verge of having so much fun! And then he went and threw this weird hissy fit and started a fight. Now she had no one to play with. The tall female huffed.

The mutated Earthlings sure were hard to understand. Maybe I'll read up on their thought processes. Psychology, that's what she'd read up on. Specifically, male psychology. She hadn't had any problems with any other females, just the men. Moody, nosy, uncooperative creatures. Tsk. She watched him storm away. "So be it," she chirped. Chimera opened a portal again - a throw back to what had truly triggered this violent fiasco - and disappeared.

And so the pair went their separate ways. Creed to lick his wounds and she hers.


((TBC: Chimera: TBD)