"Fyer!"
Scott's shouting was heard throughout the entire building, and though some ignored it, others gathered to see and question it.
"Don't shout… I hate it…" Fyer's wings cringed together much like her arms, a index finger holding her spot between a papers in her closing book.
Her face was suddenly met with underwear, black bras, many oriental kimonos in brilliant colors, and numerous T-shirts with large holes cut on the backside for her extravagant wings, "Well then don't put you're dirty shit in my room…"
"Hey, it's your turn for laundry, bite me," her smirk was so deliciously evil, if he wasn't so furious with her, he would have chuckled at her playful ways.
"God, you're worse than that crazed Tora…" he tossed the last article of dark clothing her way, in which a lifted hand caught with ease.
Her groan was light as she shoved the load of clothing from her lap and pulled the bras from her hair, going back to her book peacefully. It was a rather fine tale written by the great Steven King named 'Insomnia', of course, the medical case itself had been wrapped around her for a number of years, but she wasn't about to tell anyone. The novel was spectacular, and it had pulled her in with powerful hands and locked her in a cage, though it wasn't all bad, in fact, it was quite intriguing.
While Tora was certainly missed, things had gone as usual within the confounds of the mutant institute, Oasis and Fyer watched over Kurt for Tora and groomed Koneko, Scott took care of everyone's meals, and in surprise, he made delectable feasts. Remy stayed alone, moving to the farthest room and making very little contact with Xavier… or at least trying. After his hit put out on Scott, eyebrows have been raised each time a mutant of the school would see him.
"I wish Tora were here to see you…" Oasis snatched a pair of clipping succors, the Dragon-mutant placing her book away and flowing a towel around familiar blue shoulders.
Around the neck clung a flexible cast, a dark cobalt in hue in an attempt to match his fuzz. He couldn't speak, his voice box a total mess, but in time he'd have is loveable German accent back.
"It was funny how much better you became after her leaving…" Fyer brushed the long locks of his dark hairs, getting them ready to be snipped away. Once the cast was ready to be striped away, long locks might skim upon the scar and irritate the skin.
Spinning to face him daintily, the winged Oasis stood to his side, grasping a large strand of indigo hair and, measuring it with her fingers, and paused to look at golden eyes, "Ready Kurt?"
His smile was the signal to commence, and that was what Oasis did, snipping away the tresses and leaving behind short stubs which slowly twisted into a curl. Again, she took another strand and snipped away, the stubs again curling on his head.
The process was repeated, each cut lock ending up being a cute little curl hugging his head neatly. Fyer stood back, brushing Koneko's snow fur and tracing her finger over his ebony stripes. She'd often wonder what became of the people who'd come and gone during her life. The Tigress, her foster mother, that very odd large half-breed cat, the fire-controller… her inquisitiveness would often go so far as to question if she'd see them again in part of the rest of her life.
A faint buzzing caught the attention of the room, even the fidgeting tiger cub held his head high and perked his ears. At the gate of the school was a an intercom equipped with color camera and motion senses for night. The buzzing was, in a way, like a humble door-bell, it got attention and alerted whoever was near that someone was waiting to be answered.
"Logan! Get the intercom!" Oasis snorted after this, hoping he wouldn't just tell her to fuck off like normal… God, he'd been more of an ass than usual in two months of Tora's disappearance.
"Bite me, bitch. Get it yourself!" Of course, Oasis should have known that today was like any other; no exceptions to his damned rudeness.
"I am getting so sick of being called that from him… I don't know how Tora put up with it…" She slammed the clippers onto a counter with other hair products and muttered profanities under her hot breath.
"I do…" Fyer snickered, though Tora had left, the mocking of her and Logan continued, and forever would until one of them made a move that either proved their suspicions, or made them liars.
"Yea… now that I think about it, I do too…"
Kurt pulled the towel from his chest and leaned out of his chair, watching Oasis stomp out of the room and smack Logan on the back of the head.
"Ass…" she had cursed all the way to the point of slapping him, but this was the last colorful thing she spoke before slyly slipping to the entrance room.
A moment before she got a chance to turn on the camera and greet the guest, she took the liberty to take a glance out the towering windows in hopes of knowing who it was beforehand. Well… there was either two figures… or a new, extremely deformed mutant. It didn't matter, who's to say she didn't have her abnormalities, what with her feathered blue wings and long indigo lion's tail.
"Hum…" There was only one other time she had used the intercom camera, and that was when they needed to move Tora from one containment cage to another. These switches and buttons were few in number, but they weren't labeled. Swirling her finger in the air to random choose a switch, she flipped up the second switch in a row of two… which didn't do anything… to her side anyways.
"Finally, look, I have someone here-"
"Hey wait! I didn't say anything to you…" acting clueless, she fumbled around for the camera switch again, but she knew how to converse through these things.
"…I can see you…"
"Oh… well then…" she bit her bottom lip softly, flicking the second switch in the row. Ah, yes, the screen flickered and grew bright with colors, and to her great surprise, who should be glaring at her with glinted red eyes, but Creed. Her gasp was profound and she leaped back, pointed to the screen and about falling her butt, "Sabretooth!"
"What the hell did you just say?" that name Logan knew all-too well, and it would be a sacrilege to all he stood for if he were to just let it roll off his backside.
"Creed! He's at the gate! What the hell should I do?!" Oasis panicked feverishly and danced about the room like some giddy child… accept not for a thrilling reason.
"Move your ass! That's what," Logan had no problem placing his large hand on her shoulder and simply shoving her away from the intercom's image monitor rudely… if Oasis wasn't so stunned by the surprising face of Creed, it would have been more points towards Logan for starting yet another fight, "You dare show your worthless ass on my doorstep, you diseased rat-bag?!"
"If it wasn't for Tora I wouldn't be here, you stupid fuck, so shut up and-"
"Tora!?" At the sound of her name, Creed was cut straight off from continuing his statement with bight words, by Logan, who now has his nose pressing on the monitor screen and snarling.
"Tora…? Oh great, I bet he killed her… I wouldn't put it past him…" flowing onto his head, shoulders, and backside, Oasis' tan locks brushed over Logan as she stood behind him desperately trying to see the screen.
"Don't say that, idiot…" she was scolded silently… which was odd, for his normal reprimands were in shouts and demands.
"I didn't hurt her, ass hole, she's right here…" Creed took a step aside, though he curled his fingers around Tora's upper arm careful, whom stood deathly still behind him. She was a mess… her hair was in tangles, all-or most-color had washed from her face, her posture was shivering (despite the coat she wore to fend off the winter air), and her eyes known for their radiant sparkle, were a dull haze of lime green. She scampered some as Creed stood back, but from the hold he had on her am, despite how soft it was, made her stay.
Her palms folded together, and she shyly glanced to the monitor's screen. She was ever so sorry she did, as upon setting her dreary orbs on Logan's face, she uttered a small squeak and leaped right behind Creed once more.
"What the… HEY! Cat, get back out here!" He nastily called for her to return, which made her tightly grasp Creed's clothing and wince… it was obvious her spirit had a number of issues upon it.
"Don't yell at her!" knowing damn well innocent Tora could no long find inner strength and faith to fight back, Creed took a step up… he would have done it anyway, but it was a bit more important now due to Tora's state of mind.
"Don't tell me what to do, Creed, you brought her here, you should know damn fine she'll just snap back like the bitch she is!"
He made a point… the first time he approached her she was truly head strong to the point she wanted his body sliced up. However, that man on the other side of the screen had not one clue what she saw and what about herself she learned… not as if that bastard would care, anyway.
She was crying now, lightly, and trembling anxiously. She was in no mood to have abuse on her, of any sorts, and yet that's all she was getting. That was no bitch, that was a broken woman who was in dire need to rest.
Again, he jerked away from her only to prove a point, "Does that look like a bitch?"
It was in the next moment that she rushed back and clung to his arm weakly, but in the few seconds beforehand she was pathetically standing alone, she refused to scan the screen, not caring to know what expression Logan may have given her, she just stood nervously, grunting and tasting salt-water from her eyes.
"Your yelling made her cry, are you happy you piece of shit?"
Oasis back-handed Logan's head, and as he jolted around to face her, she did it once more to his face, "Jerk!"
"Shut your hole Oasis! She always snaps back, how the hell was I supposed to know?" Forcefully he pushed her away only to point a finger and continue his shouting.
"She didn't, you dick-head! She shivered and jumped behind Creed, is that something she normally does?!"
"Of course not, she usually-"
"Then something's wrong! Your stupidity would amaze a Dodo bird!" The argument attracted the attention of Kurt and Fyer who cautiously slinked in and positioned themselves behind Oasis.
He was defeated, and he knew it. It was true logic, she wasn't acting herself, and in his experience, that ends up at something chipping at their happiness, "Alright! …I'll… see what he'll do…"
Oasis grunted and crossed her arm tightly to her chest, while Fyer and Kurt stared at each other in astonishment… someone actually got Logan to admit-or come close to-a mistake. This was one for the calendar.
His moan was a long one, followed by a sigh, "Well, Creed, what did you bring her back here for?"
"She's sick… mental. As far is physically… I wouldn't doubt it. I figured Xavier could help her," Logan had calmed his tone, and thus, so as to avoid more confrontation, Creed did as well.
"Magnus do this?"
"No… not really… he took her to China… she hasn't spoken since."
"China…?" Oasis whispered out the name. It was her homeland, her place of creation… why would Magnus take her there, and then bring her back?
"…That's where she came from, right?"
Her question went ignored, as the others around her were preoccupied at the time.
"Creed… I'm going to open the gate… I swear to God you try anything and I'll open your throat," Logan was hardly convinced that this wasn't a trick of some sort… but Tora never trembled at the sound of his voice, so at least there was truth in that.
"I don't plan to… I'm doing this for her, then I'm gone."
To be concluded…