"You can't get anywhere like this…" a hand big enough to be called a 'paw' reached for her arm, not really in a violent motion, either.
"What the hell do you care…?" the jolt her arm made to move away from him turned her completely to the left. She didn't mind, in fact, she began to take herself down this new pathway.
"Obviously, I've cared enough about you now to keep you alive… And I want…"
Again, another stopping interfered with her quest back to the city, the only difference now was her face actually turning over her shoulder to glare. She did it to study his body language, watch the expressions on his face, take in the scents of his inner emotions.
As she swung around, the bottom tips of the trench coat flailed on the snow, and she took a steady pace up to him. He wondered if she actually took in that sentence and analyzed it to be true. She thought about what he said, but her reaction was by far nothing he expected, "I know what that smell is… It the very same thing Oasis feels when Remy kisses her…"
Shock caught Creed by a rope around the neck, and a thick brow pushed higher on his forehead above the other, "What the hell…?"
"Say it."
Silence, between both creatures a hush fell onto them. Tora waited, and Creed procrastinated.
"Say it. Now, damn you."
"Say what, cat, I have no idea-"
"Say you love me. I can smell it like rotting flesh…"
The pause he made only added sparks to Tora's high level of annoyance, and after the sixth second, she didn't bother to wait around longer, just storm off in the general direction she started with. Alone this time, and happy about it… the last she wanted was a man either ordering her to his whim or making an ass of his name while drunk… she never did understand the concept of marriage.
All she wanted was to be among oriental lands and wander mountains where other tigers hunted. She just wanted to be in a group of accepting creatures who didn't fight with themselves, who were always moderate in their actions, who gave respect when needed and treated all as equals.
Why was she taken? Charles was such an innocent man… she couldn't let rest the thought he'd call for her capture.
So many thing played into her life afterwards… she was taught both her culture and the ways of an American, English taught to her by a German she would come to love as kin, trust formed between Oasis, Fyer, Remy, and, even though irritating, Scott. Even a strong feeling flying between her and Logan… mostly anger. Good God was he ever stupid…
"China you seek, I can take you there…"
"Creed… leave me… W-who…" She angrily twisted her upper-body around, pupil slits narrowing thin, her mind proposed the image of Sabretooth pestering her yet again… a new character, however, was put into her life, "…Just who the hell are you?"
"I am a curious man who just happened to hear your predicament…" Face in shadow by a bulky helmet of a metal element, body levitated some feet above hers, Magneto began the manipulation of her mind. Such power should be unleashed on the normal people… and she would have no trouble doing it…
"…If I not remember you from the institute, I would be Creed," after this scoffing, she kept her move in the snow… of course, it wasn't like the great Magneto to give up once he put his mind to something.
"I can get you to China… free of problems…" The time it took to take another break, he stood upon the ground before her, her eyes widening at his speed.
"But… you…" she was stunned at his move, but not forever, "China? Right… As if I go with a crazed weirdo's to anyplace…"
"Oh, so you not interested in the laboratory… fine, no skin off my nose…" It was not seen clearly by the blackness of his helmet, but the smirk he wore only matched his devious plans. He knew much about this Tigress, perhaps more than her, and more than he should.
"You know nothing, back off…" This would seem to be followed by Tora's arm shoving him from her pathway, but she surprised even herself by just standing there and waiting to see if he'd bring up another offer approach.
"I know enough. You are Tora Kagayaki Akarui, named after the Japanese tiger Goddess… meant to be an assassin for the North Korean leader, you revolted and lived within the Chinese mountain in which the laboratory was hidden in…"
"Shut up, jack ass…" Parts of her would have rather kept that blood to rot beneath dirt… in other words, to forget and remember never again. The other, however, had never ceased the yearning to see her past without insolence and the need to be away from ones planning her life for her.
"So… when shall we leave?" a glove-coated finger ran along her jaw line… and she was not in the least tolerate of it.
She jerked her head and stumbled backwards some into the snow, "What the hell up with people and me lately…?"
"Oh, I dare not intrude on The Tigress, I have better sense than that. I just wish to help you…" the space between them was long enough so his arm could extend to her, his palm-side up. He was reaching for her own fingers to slip between his and he'd take her to China, he'd show her the past, and prove normal people where nothing but a nuisance.
His hand was glared at for quite a long time, her mind running the possible outcomes if she took the offer, or if she declined. There were risks onto her life either way… she went, he could kill her… she stayed… a bounty would grow on her, just for a thing she never could change: being a mutant. She thought of what she might learn if her place of creation were to be visited, and she wondered if she'd drift in the forest here long enough to see Kurt again, alive and healthy.
"I am interested in the past… but you will kill me."
Only because she was so near to him, did his laughter seem to boom, but to Creed, to stood watchfully behind a iced tree some feet away, the chuckle was just any other scheming one he'd do, "My dear, I said I wanted to help you. Why would I kill off my own kind?"
His own kind? Obviously, he was a mutant, not unlike her, but how the hell did he ever expect her to understand that when he had busted through walls trying to kill off Scott?
Oh… it was Remy… he sent out a… 'hit', whatever that was. He was asked to kill… perhaps he was asked to kill her. He certainly had some motive behind his suggestion, as he only pushed the offer on her harder, "You… you got sent to kill Scott… how do I know you not sent to kill me…?"
His patients surprised her greatly, she was expecting his temper to snap like a thin twig… like Logan's did, "Please trust me. I want to take you home and show you the past."
She should have veered away when she was presented the chance, and he should have left well-enough alone. Both were about to find themselves in more angst than they planned for… his would backfire… and her heart would break into millions of shattered splinters. Her palm fell over his… it was warm, which helped her trust on him, strangely. With the free hand, and to fully have her faith graspable in his hand, he pulled the helmet from his head, eyes squinting and a half-wicked smile upon his lips, "Good… you too, you can come out now Creed…"
Damn it, he knew the whole time. He shouldn't have been shaken by this act, the mutant Magneto was by far more wise and clever. Generally, he's have stomped out with a nasty grin, but Tora stood narrowing her eyes to him and flattening her ears, thus he came shyly and made a point to stand away from her.
"Must that idiot come?"
"Come now Tora, he is a mutant like yourself… shouldn't you respect him, after all, he has been shunned like you," was Magnus ever witty in manipulation…
In all her own arrogance and loss for moral value, and though the words were merely a trick, they actually were meaningful to Tora's ears, and the face once holding disgust and anger to him lightened… somewhat. Such a thing had never crossed her mind before… perhaps this Magneto did have something she could linger on.
"Can we leave, now?" this was followed by a dainty snort.
"Of course… at the jet, you will be given fitting clothing. We will arrive by nightfall…" His smile only masked the waiting evil.
"Why you out here, anyways…?"
"Refueling, and picking up our stray… seems he ran off chasing a lady stray…"
A stray? Not a word she was called before, so she had no idea what it meant. She knew though, he spoke of Sabretooth bumbling behind her, and the word 'lady' must have something to do with her. Often she would peer over her should while walking beside Magnus, making sure he wasn't going to pull anything stupid on her… and to make sure he was still there.
"Shit, I thought yo' were never comin' back-Hey! Hold on, mate, what the hell is that cat doin' here? Ain't she one of those pussy X-Men?" Good lord, Pyro was more obnoxious than Creed.
"Tora ventured from the X-Men… she wants to go China and I'm going to help her… done with the refuel?" Magnus easily stood taller than the fire-ball, his eyes peering down to him sharply.
"Why the fuck do yo' goin' to help that cat? Okay, she's got some nice tits on her, but it ain't nothin' on that Dragon-girlie, eh?" Pyro could only laugh himself into a frenzy at this point. This in turn drove Magnus back within the confounds of the jet, moaning on how mature his fellow mutants seemed to be.
Tora knew what that was, and she jolted and arm over her chest, fingers curling over her shoulder and, though she could feel her cheeks become balmy with flush, she lowered her brows and glowered at him.
"I would shut your trap if I were you, ass hole… you can't even get it up…" She didn't want or need it, but Sabre was there to rush in as her defense, tugging her close to his towering stature by her hanging arm.
"Oh, excuse me, I didn't note she was yo'r new chew-toy, I'll remember next time to look closer," his snicker was silently hidden under his breath, eyes rolling.
Before the large feline had anything to say, Tora simply wandered away from the moment, babbling on how his help was more of an annoyance than a good deed. In the jet she quickly dashed, sitting herself in the far back, among shadows and windowless walls. She had hopes she'd sit alone rather than beside a freak or a stalker.
To be concluded…