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It would bother anyone, she disliked it herself, taking in someone she didn't care about. Hearing the plan she gave a thoughtful look. "Hotel bar or restaurant, perhaps? I've given up the seduction technique after every guy proved to be boring or disgusting. Where are they staying at?"

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At the location, she had spotted the agent, tall and skinny. But he was also an easy mark, he already been drinking and was stressful. "I'm going to try to get him to feel he needs to go to the lab, we will follow after. Wait for the signal. He won't take long."

Again she opted for pants and her favorite boots. She looked dressed up otherwise. It took twenty minutes before he felt the sudden "need" to go to the lab.

Joining them later, she casually walked over to the car after giving the signal. "Its an old warehouse not too far from here, he will lead us the rest of the way."
  X / Faust / 46d 22h 23m 19s
His eyes blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the feeling. [b "Not a bad strategy."]

It was a strange thing, to have someone in control of your emotions. Erik knew these feelings were not his own, and it was borderline frustrating that his temper was quelled. It didn't make it any less impressive or powerful in her hands.

[b "Yes, we can go. Azazel will find us with an agent. All he has to do is think of me, and he can transport himself and the agent right to us."] He smirked. [b "Shall we find our secure and tranquil location to do this?"]

They didn't really have many options, what with that area of town being mostly stores. A few small parks were available, and an abandoned warehouse, but Erik didn't think it would qualify as 'relaxing or comfortable' to conduct their business.

[b "A hotel room might work best. Especially, you know, if you plan on making the seduction realistic,"] Erik dryly joked with as much of an innocent expression as he could muster.
  Erik Lehnsherr / Kooza / 46d 22h 50m 48s
"That's only a kiss, too," Kenna gave a wide smirk. There was no shame in her past times, the drinking and physical relationships. It wasn't the same feeling about manipulation, however. "Next would be the subtle suggestion, physical or emotional and I can own them for a time. Its not something I like to do."

She couldn't help but take in the aura now. Looking to him again, she gave a half smile. "I may not join your side, on a personal level, I understand. Should we go get an agent now?"

Dwelling wasn't what she was good at.
  X / Faust / 47d 7h 15m 10s
[b "See how what go-"] Erik was cut off by her lips on his.

He immediately tensed up. Force of habit, really. He wasn't used to people in his personal space like this. It was a moment before he began to relax. This was a demonstration, so he needed to let it happen. He finally responded to the kiss, but his arms stayed firmly at his sides.

It was incredibly odd to feel his adrenaline smooth out into a much more at ease feeling. The determination was still there, but it was a relaxed confidence instead of his initial aggressive conviction. It was as if all of his rage was vacuumed from his body and replaced with a content warmth, assured of their capabilities.

[b "What is this?"] he broke the kiss and stepped back, looking at his hands as though they would reveal what she'd done.

[b "I feel...light?"] It was more of a question, really. He'd never felt this calm. [b "This is impressive,"] he released a deep breath. [b "This is what you're going to do to the agent? Make him trust you?"]
  Erik Lehnsherr / Kooza / 47d 10h 16m 46s
"Wait, Red Guy...I need him in a natural environment... And liquor does help out a lot," Kenna started before looking back to see him gone. Giving an annoyed sound she looked to Erik. They were used to a certain way, and she had done it her way for just over ten years now. "It'd be best to go to where he is, find the right one, then I can do what I do best."

Kenna could admit to her lack of knowledge here, that this world was utterly new. Her powers had been a means of getting by when there hadn't been anyone else to take care of her.

"I...I really don't know. I guess so with some extra perks. If you want to call it that," Kenna said before giving the slightest of changes of expressions. "Alright then, see how this goes."

That was an understatement. Straightening out, she roamed over to him. She always started with light contact, touching of the arms, then moved in for the kiss. It was as simple as finding a mutual feeling and latching on. It wasn't bad, she'd see if it would work with Erik. If it did, she'd do something light as an example. It'd work for him.
  X / Faust / 47d 18h 45m 30s
He didn't want to comply. His brain was not functioning on a rational level. In some part of his head, he knew he should listen. The much larger part was roaring for him to rip heads from bodies. [b "What do you suggest?"] he spoke through gritted teeth.

Erik may have been pissed off to the highest degree, but Kenna's plan was logical. Azazel even gave an approving nod when Erik glanced back at him. Plus, both men really wanted to see what this other mutation was. [b "Persuade an agent?"]

Azazel stepped forward. [i "There are probably one or two hanging around the club for surveillance. I can get one within the hour."]

Erik considered it for a moment before granting permission. Left alone with Kenna, he crossed his arms. [b "I don't supposed this persuasion technique involves the kind of work I'm thinking of, so how about enlightening me? Are you an empath?"]
  Erik Lehnsherr / Kooza / 47d 21h 2m 12s
Kenna watched for a moment, listening, as if to attempt to place him more and more. It wasn't likely to work at all. Instead she leaned against the frame of the door, taking in the look of the red guy, having never seen anyone look physically different.

Looking to Erik who looked ready to explode in this moment. She stepped closer rising a brow. "You know, I do more than just be a life size mood ring. There's a reason Sam was in there, and it was my fault," Kenna attempted to not feel guilt in that moment. Instead she took a breath. "Find an agent, I spend time with him in a relaxed environment. When he's relaxed I can...persuade him to either tell me where the lab is, or suddenly feels like he needs to go there. We follow after and there we go."

Waiting to see his reaction, she carefully placed one hand on her hip. "I don't need to give you a demonstration, do you I?"
  X / Faust / 48d 18h 21m 29s
Erik had to refrain from choking his second in command as the news spilled from Azazel's lips. [b "How do you lose an entire team?"] he shouted, standing nose to nose with the demon.

Azazel, to his credit, barely seemed phased. He'd long-since grown used to Erik's outbursts. [i "I told you, they had tech we've never seen before. We couldn't fight back. I barely had enough strength to port out of there. When I came back, they were gone."]

[i What a damn day,] Erik rubbed at his temples. [b "Okay. Fine. We can deal with this."]

His thoughts ran a mile a minute. He was relying on using his team to occupy different areas of the lab in order for him to get where he needed to go, uninterrupted. [b "We can hit a few more of these clubs. Maybe the guy who runs it has dealings elsewhere. We find someone with the information we need, and we get the location by any means necessary."]

Realizing that his teammate had been silent, he turned to notice that his eyes were looking at Kenna instead. Erik hadn't even heard her stirring. He listened to her suggestion and raised an eyebrow. [b "You know where we have to go? Clearly I must have blacked out since arriving here because I don't recall anyone telling us anything."]

He walked until he was standing in front of her. [b "Why don't you share with the class, if you wouldn't mind?"]
  Erik Lehnsherr / Kooza / 48d 23h 56m 40s
The moment her head landed on something soft, Kenna was out. Filled with images, feelings and everything left over. It felt only like five minutes before there was a loud commotion and yelling. Giving a groan, she saw there was day light so there was a few hours passed. Rising to her feet, she moved to the room where the sounds were.

"There wasn't much we could do, Erik. They came from no where and somehow tranquilized them," a big red guy was saying. With a tail. Wasn't that interesting?

Instead of speaking, she watched, the pieces clicking together. Seeing the room formed apart she looked to Erik. After listening for a few minutes she couldn't wait.

"Erik, I may have an idea... To find out where this lab is," Kenna said after a moment. It wasn't likely he'd listen, but she could get him to listen to her. "I did find out where he was going, then both locations of the Capella mob."
  X / Faust / 49d 5h 46m 42s
Erik pressed the knife a little harder until a line of blood became visible on the guy's neck. [b "Take them where?"] he continued his questioning.

The mobster laughed. [i "Wouldn't you like to know?"]

[b "Considering I can cut your trachea out with a flick of my wrist, I don't believe you're in any position to get arrogant,"] Erik drawled, growing bored with the man.

Sweat grew on the man's brow, slipping down his face. [i "They just take 'em to some lab. I don't know where. I didn't have the authority to know."]

Erik glanced to Kenna and let the knife drop to the floor. [b "Alright, you're of no use to us anymore. I promised I wouldn't kill you but since we can't have you following us,"] he paused, delivering a punch that rendered the man unconscious.

[b "We have to find that lab. We can make quick work of getting in and out. I'll have my crew meet us here, and we can go right away,"] he pushed past her through the door.

Noticing she wasn't quite paying attention to his instructions, he paused and looked back. [b "Are you coming, or not?"]

~

Two days later, Tristan was throwing up in the bathroom of his hotel room. He'd scoured every room of that club in search of Storm and he hadn't found a trace of her. He'd had to call the professor and explain that he'd managed to not only lose his partner, but failed to get Kenna on their side as well.

The tracker blinked on the desk, and the address Hank had found him was scribbled on a scrap of paper. Tristan had been ordered to stay put while they figured out their next course of action, but he'd barely been able to sit still.

Since he'd left the club, he'd gotten only a couple hours of sleep. His nerves were shot but he'd been able to keep calm enough that he wasn't causing any tremors that would bring unwanted government attention. He was itching to get back on the streets to keep looking for his partner in hopes that Storm had merely been dropped elsewhere to keep them separated. His gut, however, told him she'd been taken to be experimented on.

He'd finally had enough of staring at the four walls of his hotel room and hit the street. It was nearing two o'clock in the morning and the roads were fairly quiet. Perfect for gathering his thoughts and going over the events at the club in his head. He also kept his eyes out for any signs of Magneto's crew, or Kenna, in case they were still in the area. As much as he hated the idea, they might come in handy for helping storm the lab.
  Erik Lehnsherr / Kooza / 50d 22h 47m 31s
This was parallel to her life, vertigo, opposite. Weird. It was hard to not be bothered by the body of the man she hated. It was her fault someone's dad was dead. Her life was dead.

The thoughts kicked her in the stomach, causing the auras around her to waiver. Taking a breath she focused again, knowing her powers would also begin to waiver soon.

"Sorry, that's my bad...he doesn't know anything or is important. Just another guy in a terrible colored suit who smokes cheap cigars," Kenna said casually, brushing her pants off boredly.

"Hey broad I know important things," The man spat out.

"You're just saying that. We should just go," she said with a genuine nod.

"Its the feds. We take the muties and they, uh, let us be," The man finally said attempting to squirm away from Erik. "We don't know what happens to them after they leave."

"Its the truth," Kenna said moving towards the door. "Whats next?"
  X / Faust / 52d 18h 6m 29s
She wasn't wrong with her sense that he was dying. He looked more like tenderized meat than a man. Erik couldn't help but wince slightly as he took in Sam's pulverized face. The man wouldn't live long.

Sure enough, after a few pained breaths, his chest fell and never rose back up. Erik waited a moment, waiting to see if he'd take another shudder but Sam remained still. Shit. There went that plan. "What should we do with Al Capone, here?" he drawled, keeping his eyes on her.

Her senses had been one-hundred percent correct up until this point, so Erik had no reason to question her now. "Is that so?"

He knelt down in front of the mobster and tilted his head slightly. "It just so happens that mutants I've been attempting to recruit have been going missing left-right-and-center. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you? Considering you work for a man who just relocated about half a dozen mutants being held hostage, I'd suggest you start talking."

He'd have to give it to him, the mobster tried to remain silent as long as he could. Even with Erik forcing the blade harder against his neck, the man's lips never opened. "Does the name Charles Xavier mean anything to you?"

Still, the mafia man was silent. "Probably not. Charles is too goody-goody to hire a thug to kidnap mutants. So why don't you make this easier on yourself and start talking. Otherwise, you're going to end up looking like our friend Sam over there," he glanced over to the body.
  Erik Lehnsherr / Kooza / 52d 20h 33m 10s
She wasn't wrong with her sense that he was dying. He looked more like tenderized meat than a man. Erik couldn't help but wince slightly as he took in Sam's pulverized face. The man wouldn't live long.

Sure enough, after a few pained breaths, his chest fell and never rose back up. Erik waited a moment, waiting to see if he'd take another shudder but Sam remained still. Shit. There went that plan. [b "What should we do with Al Capone, here?"] he drawled, keeping his eyes on her.

Her senses had been one-hundred percent correct up until this point, so Erik had no reason to question her now. [b "Is that so?"]

He knelt down in front of the mobster and tilted his head slightly. [b "It just so happens that mutants I've been attempting to recruit have been going missing left-right-and-center. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you? Considering you work for a man who just relocated about half a dozen mutants being held hostage, I'd suggest you start talking."]

He'd have to give it to him, the mobster tried to remain silent as long as he could. Even with Erik forcing the blade harder against his neck, the man's lips never opened. [b "Does the name Charles Xavier mean anything to you?"]

Still, the mafia man was silent. [b "Probably not. Charles is too goody-goody to hire a thug to kidnap mutants. So why don't you make this easier on yourself and start talking. Otherwise, you're going to end up looking like our friend Sam over there,"] he glanced over to the body.
  Tristan Oehler / Kooza / 52d 20h 33m 43s
"I still feel him but he's fading fast," Kenna said with a brief nod.

Watching Erik was fascinating. Kenna couldn't help but be somewhat mystified by watching him use his powers so masterfully. Kenna gave a brief smile before she followed after him. The smell instantly got to her when entering the room.

Sam was barely recognizable and the wound to his chest, she watched his chest rise and fall before it stopped. Staring for a moment she rubbed the back of her neck.

"Well...that's two months wasted..." Kenna said to herself before turning back to Erik. Approaching she got the strangest sensation from the mobster, obviously important. He knew something too. "Erik...is what you want have something to do with where the other mutants are going? If so, It feels like he knows something...and is important."
  X / Faust / 54d 19h 19m 18s
[b "Force of habit. I'm not a patient man,"] Erik shrugged off her comment.

The gunshot echoed in their ears, stopping them both in their tracks. [i He's dying] she'd said. Well shit. Now what the hell were they going to do? [b "Dying? Probably. Dead already? No. We have time to get to him so you can say or do whatever it is you wanted to."]

He shouldered past her. The guard outside of the room raised his gun, but Erik waved it from his hand. Sweeping his arm, he flung the man by his belt buckle, crashing into the concrete wall. [b "Leave the guard to me. You get to him."]

Solid metal door. It was almost too simple. Erik pulled it from the hinges and dropped it with a bang. The second man fired the gun in his direction. Erik clicked his tongue as he stopped the bullet right before his eye. [b "Take a seat, would you?"]

The bullet drops to the floor along with the gun. The guard charged him with a knife, but Erik turned it back on him until he fell on his ass with the blade pressed against his throat hard enough to keep him still.
  Erik Lehnsherr / Kooza / 54d 23h 1m 44s
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