"Logan…?" Tora took herself right to her feet, tossing herself on the table-head down.
"What the hell do you want with Scott?" Oasis found her feet as well, not doing much but throwing questions out, for in the corner of her eye she saw Tora's fur growing, her body transforming with animal-like features… she was going to open the cage to the tiger within her.
"He's got a hit on him…" Sabre snarled, snatching Scott's arm and shoving others out of the way.
"Then vhy is Magneto here?" Kurt barked out his inquiry, the short furs on his back standing on end like a cat's would.
"I am here to make sure the job is preformed without interference…" speak of the spawn of hell and he shall appear, for Magneto creeps out from the shadows, arms crossed, head lowered.
Tora didn't wait longer, pressing her once human face up to reveal the feline snout it had grown, orange, brown, and white fur now covered her body, the stripes rippling over her, pale whiskers twitching on her snout. Once she opened her jaws and her rose tongue rolled to speak, her voice had grown into a deep snarl, "I'll swipe your HEAD OFF!"
Her anthromorphic body lunged at Sabre, but for all intensive purposes, her human train of thought had vanished. Onyx talons dug into the board chest of Creed, pulling down, her face roaring in his with massive fangs. Those very fangs were next to pierce flesh on his neck, her head tossing to rip the skin and taste the sweet blood. Tora's tiger form was her most dangerous, wild it was, and irrational. Sure, she was larger than any normal tiger and much more intelligent-via the human side of her brain-but that didn't stop the great power of the Chinese beast waiting always to break down it's cage.
Magneto didn't take light to Tora's outburst of fury… although he was awed on how she could center so much rage and turn it into brute power. All the forks and knives upon the kitchen's table rose into the air, the others shouting at Tora for her safety. However, by the time her dead-lock grip on Creed's neck had released and her head poked up to see what was happening around her, she was shoved off by knives diving into her and forks jabbing her fur and flesh. Her scream was basically sharp needles in the ears of those around her, but her will could not be broken by simple silverware, picking her body of fur and human-like curves up once more, only to clonked in the abdomen by a metal support beam, which Magneto had torn out of the wall.
"That girl is quite feisty…" the beam hovered over her stressed body, ready for another beating should she charge at him or Sabre again, "…And persistent."
Tora wasn't giving up, not with how much of her body's energy sucked away to morph into her current state, but that God damn metal beam but a hell-of-a dent on her bones. She didn't feel like getting them broken at the current moment. Not as strong, wild, or energy-grapping at her anthro-tiger body, Tora turns to the state she normally prances around in, the body of a human with black stripes of the wild beast, feline ears, and her tail. The flame of her will still roaring sturdily, but she had a different idea of how to attack those idiots now.
"Get up Creed… we need to complete this job…" Magneto stands dark over the ancient cat, eyes narrow as he watches him roll over to sit himself upright and grasp his large hands at his neck, and coughing up small bits of blood.
"I'm not doing anything until I get that bitch back for punchin' holes in my neck!" gawky ears peering out from dirty-blond locks were pined to his head, snarling, he pounces up and glares at the female feline, pinned to the floor by the threat of being smack by a metal support beam.
The tiger wasn't her real face… she was shape-shifter… perhaps like Mystique? She certainly was taking her time to change into something more powerful than a tiger if she was… in fact, she still held slight resemblance to the big-cat: the stripes, the white hands and feet, her ears and tail… absolutely stunning green eyes raging with anger…
As he came closer and bent his knees to see her face, his expressions softened, and the proposal of killing her faded, disappearing as she pulled her upper body up, ready to defend.
Another feline, female, with the grace and mystery of the oriental tiger, and with all the beauty too. Why was such elegance holding onto such fury…? Carefully, so as not to scare her into snapping at his hand, he slipped an index and middle finger beneath her chin, lifting her head up some so as her face was at the exact angle as his.
She growled, which was to be expected, and she jerks away, a string of her flowing black hair slipping over her face.
She had no idea on Earth how utterly gorgeous she was… did she?
"You… are…"
"NOW Koneko!" not letting him finish, she called to her white cub, who slams his jaws tight on the lion-like tail of Creed and pulls hard. Tails were a point of sensitivity in most animals, thankfully, this one was no acception.
Tora was smart enough to zip off the floor and kneel behind Sabre, knowing Magneto would try and stop her with that beam and, not thinking it through first, would smack him instead.
Grinning with satisfaction as the ancient feline fell on her, knocked cold-out by the beam, she uses him as protection from that beam, as well as a decoy for sneaking to Scott, ready to blast that metal controller right in the back.
"Two down… one to go…" Scott muttered to himself silently, pressing the button beside his right eye and letting the scarlet beam of energy throw Magneto into a plastered wall.
Tora no longer needed the brute for her, and her tiger cub's, protection, so with a snicker and an annoyed flick of one of her back ears, she stood fully up and dropped the brute, walking away and ignoring anything else he might of done.
Unfortunately, the brawl wasn't at end yet.
A hallow wall within the kitchen crumbled, Magneto, bent over showing just how hard Scott's ambush had hit him, busted past the wall and stumbled over to a seemly unconscious Remy, grapping him by the neck and holding up. Remy proved he was faking the fainting, as he squirmed and clawed his hands at Magneto's.
"Damn it Remy, kill him yourself… I'm not going to risk my life over your imbecilic favors anymore!" And with those terms ringing in Remy's ears, Magneto dropped him, floating out of the kitchen, after collecting Pyro, and picking up Creed and leave… as if he had done nothing wrong.
Of course, all the pair of eyes in the room now were focused on Remy, even Tora and Scott, who dashed into the kitchen upon hearing the echoes of the wall crashing. All he could say was a muttering of 'Oh hell…'.
In the den, the lights on, many sat together, but Remy sat alone, his head lowered. The others, Tora, Scott, Oasis, and Kurt were all waiting on the professor to speak first before they tarred n' feathered him.
"Remy…" Charles spoke his name in a sigh, both highly confused and disappointed on what he did, like a father upset on his son's suspension from school, "You… asked Magneto, of all people, to kill Scott?"
"Yea… I did."
"Well that stupid as hell…" Tora sat on the left arm of the sofa, and, although Scott wasn't her first pick in 'best-friends', she was attached to all her allies in general.
Kurt nodded his azure head to Tora's remark… she could swear was like a little copy-cat son, of course she knew better than to think that way for fear of Mystique.
Scott sat with his arm stretched out on Oasis' shoulder, which didn't help Remy any, for that was basically the whole reason why the hit was put on him.
"When did you plan it…?" Sadly, Oasis fidgets with the golden ring looped around the tip of her tail, watching her tinted reflection being help captive in the luster.
"A week ago…" he lied quickly, thinking of just the right situation he could pin this on so he wouldn't be mocked for his actions… not like Logan and Tora, "After our fit over the crashed car…"
Oasis groaned and shrugged Scott's arm off, coming close to tossing it off harshly. Standing, she points her index finger right in Remy's face, which finally gets him to do something other than sit there and look depressed, "God, you are so immature…"
"Tha' fuckin' rep'ir cost mah' six-hundrn' bucks!" He becomes enraged, not quite sure if it was to keep up the act, or from the though of her giving him a cold shoulder.
"Shove it up your ass…" Pointer finger safely tucked away by now, her legs had shifted her body around and took her swiftly from the room, her hair swaying left to right as she hurried out, groaning with disgust.
Oasis trudges by Logan, his hair ruffled by blood-stained wraps, as is his neck. He wanders in, pulling on the white wrapping to reveal perfectly healed skin.
"I heard most of that…" fully taking himself into the dim area and balling the bandages in his huge hands, "Oasis should practice what she preaches…"
Tora doesn't move, knowing damn well what exactly he meant, for Kurt's room was only a door away from hers, and when Oasis made her loud remark to him, perhaps all the rooms within a five-door radius could hear. Besides Kurt's uncharacteristic movements of choice last night (although answered), what stern-minded Oasis had to address on the Tigress' augments with Logan confused her. Make-out? She didn't even know what on God's corrupted Earth that was. For all she knew, the damned word meant to make him a coup of tea. Tora had only learned this horrendous language of English three months ago… not even taught properly, hell, a German who first immigrated to this land without a droplet of saliva to speak English taught her, so that said something bold about both herself and that blue fuzz-ball. Tora, making a brainless move, right-out, as she sat square before the professor, Scott, who within his annoyance fiddles with his shoelaces, Kurt, Remy, and worst of all to be before, Logan, blurts out a particular question, "Professor Xavier, what is 'make-out'?"
Was that ever the strangest moment of the day, for Tora at least. Her first glance to the Professor, who why blankly staring at her in sheer shock. Of course, he could understand that such a lady as herself, created only four years ago and suddenly bombarded with the slang of the modern day English, had trouble spots for this was not her mother tongue.
Not having a verbal response from Charles, she lets her eyes wander to Kurt and Logan, who's once glum faces had become a number of red and pink blush tones, the only difference being Kurt trying not to chuckle and Logan so uncomfortable he could shoot himself.
Next was Scott, who snatched her attention by falling off the sofa with non-stop laughter, arms holding sides for fear they'd snap. Remy would be doing the same, that is, if he had about as little knowledge on Tora as Scott had. Rather, he just bit on his bottom lip, eyes squinting as he kept pounding laughter in his throat.
The feline's head shifted in each one of their directions quickly, no trace of blush, hesitation, embracement, nothing… she obviously had no idea how funny her query was, "I say something wrong…?"
"No, you would ask a question like that…" Logan retorted, holding a palm over his face for numerous reasons.
"I vhill tell her!" Kurt jumped at the opportunity to explain modern-day sex expression to Tora… although Charles wasn't ecstatic with the idea-much less was Logan-neither had time to stop the blue one from whispering it in her animal ear. On the point of her ears, each word softly uttered into the left one brought them lower and lower.
"Oh…"
At last, her cheeks grew hot with the rush of warm blood into them, the skin feathering lightly into a deep red. She replays the voice of Oasis in her running mind, now knowing what the words meant, she analyzed the sentenced. Black brows arch down as she skims over it for a final time, the idea of smacking Oasis right in the face not a bad one to her.
"I would rather die on plane crash…" her tone was deep, which would compare only to Logan's irritation to the identical subject.
"Yea? And I would rather fuck a transsexual…" his arrogance refused someone such as the Tigress to slip in the last few words, at least in this case.
To be concluded…