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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2016 11:12:31 GMT -6
She simply raised her eyebrow as Becca mentioned threatening to sick her family on her again. May decided not to respond, it would only make things worse and she just wanted to relax right now. But she did know that if something like that happened she might just have to let it happen. She'd like to see the look on her face when she goes to see how it went and just finds May sitting on the pile of them doing her nails. That would be hilarious. Perhaps if it does she could try talking them into it for the sake of humor and teaching Becca a lesson.
"I'll be fine Brule. Yes you could have seriously hurt, if not killed someone. The important thing is trying to control it. You have any idea how many people I've accidentally run through with my claws or ripped skin off when I was younger? I may have an idea, but I need to check on it first."
Her one simple idea would involve a teleporter. She could teleport away and power down. May would likely have them set it up to just one specific abandoned location first. May took another swig and slid the bottle back. She raised an eyebrow, mildly insulted that her and Danny wasn't believable.
"Hey, we grew up together. Everyone said we'd probably get married, being best friends and what not. So we tried dating when we were 15. Two weeks of awkward kissing and yelling and one awkward sex session we realized it wasn't going to work and decided to just be friends."
She said with a shrug. She had sometimes wondered what would happen if they'd stayed together. Would she have kept him clean? Probably not. But still, she might've done something for him.
"Although Danny is pretty messed up right now. Did you know he has a squad too? It's pretty much made up of people who can't or don't want to do anything."
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Post by Becca Storm on Sept 27, 2016 13:47:22 GMT -6
Surprisingly, hear May saying that, even though she mentioned that she might have killed someone, made her feel a bit better. May had once been in her boat. Struggling to control her powers, hurting people. And now she seemed perfectly in control, and, according to Kayleigh, had made it very clear that if she ever ran them through, it was going to be intentional. Maybe being on this team wouldn't quite be the joyride she'd been hoping for. Oh well, she'd deal with it the way she dealt with everything: with a great deal of style and absolutely her way. If May let her, that was.
"How many people did you hurt?" Becca asked, and now her tone was tinged with fear, "As I've hurt two, and I hate it. You and the other guy both recovered but...I don't like hurting people like this." Sure, she accepted that, as a superhero, she'd probably end up hurting people, but it was always gonna be people who deserved it. The argument could be made for May, but not her Krav Maga instructor. "What's the idea?" She didn't care if it was a different uniform, a power-dampening collar, or someone standing near her with a bucket of water at all times. If she could use her powers without exploding in someone's face, it'd be great.
Becca was starting to sway as the bottle was handed back, and she was pretty sure she was getting drunk. The whiskey tasted gross, but it sure did the job. Were teachers supposed to get their students drunk? Almost certainly not. More confidently this time she took the bottle, but as she drained about a third of what was left, she was definitely swaying more. At the story, she snorted. "First time a teacher ever told me about their sex life," She said, "And you and Danny tried it? Seriously? That just looks....awkward." Sure, she could see the appeal, but the two of them, from what little she'd seen, really didn't seem like the type. She frowned as May mentioned Danny's squad. "You suggested I join that squad," She said, an accusing tone in place that definitely wouldn't have been there if she hadn't been drinking. "You trying to tell me something, Miss Kinney-Reilly?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2016 22:12:47 GMT -6
As the conversation turned to training mishaps she leaned back sighing a bit. Between the alcohol and heat it was all getting to her. Normally she'd be fine but the Heat Pills shut that down putting her healing in human levels. It was dangerous given what she'd just gone through she wanted to feel normal. She should be dead, there should be people needing to hold Ed back from killing her, but she stood up and walked away.
"Honestly, it's a larger number than I'd like. Somewhere in the realm of 12. Most of them were my grandpa and mom, so they could heal. My dad got sliced a few times and Danny still has a scar on his arm, under a tattoo where I took skin off. The point is Brule, you'll get used to it eventually and get the hang of it. You just gotta have faith, be patient and work your ass off. As for the idea, I need to look into it first, maybe call in some favors."
As she claimed the idea seemed awkward she raised an eyebrow. She snatched the bottle from her and took a swig laughing. She was actually enjoying herself before scooting a bit closer and leaning in.
"Ok with the wings and height it was weird, but...prehensile tail, all I'm gonna say. Don't count out a prehensile tail."
She said with a laugh before taking a swig and handing the bottle back.
"Oh yeah, I forgot I mentioned that, and don't call me that."
She said almost with a look of disgust. She hated being called that but some students just insisted on doing it none the less.
"Seriously call me May, Spider-Girl, Spider-Talon, practically anything. I hate being called that it sounds so...mature. But as for mentioning it again..."
She said taking a swig and handing the bottle back. It was getting close to empty now. She didn't have any more but part of her was contemplating going up to her room where she had more booze and keep the party going.
"...perhaps I've started 'shipping' you with someone on that Squad, ever think of that?"
She asked with a laugh.
"Sure they may not be huge into training squads but some have redeeming qualities."
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Post by Becca Storm on Oct 21, 2016 15:48:21 GMT -6
Becca was definitely feeling more brave as she took another swig from the bottle. She'd never drunk with a teacher before, but so far it definitely beat drinking with her parents and their rich friends, or drinking the shitty beer people had at high school parties. Well, maybe the company wasn't as fun, but she was sure getting drunker. "So your grand plan is that I keep blowing people up until you think of something?" Becca asked, the alcohol giving her the boldness to talk to May like that. Today was a lot of firsts in regards to teachers. "And working my ass off sounds like effort. I like my ass on." A slight drunken giggle at that.
As May snatched the bottle, Becca made a slightly clumsy grab to get it back. "I was drinking that," She said, a slight whine in her voice. She wouldn't have dared done this to any teacher while sober, but especially not the teacher who'd beaten her up twice in two days. But she could tell May wasn't going to return it, so she slid back into her seat as May stood closer. She giggled a bit, but pulled a faintly grossed out face at the details. "I don't wanna hear about that!" She said, the protest in her tone marred by her further giggles, "I don't wanna hear about anyone doing that to a tail."
Becca looked more than a little uncomfortable as she was told to call you that. "But Miss Kinney-Reilly suits you!" She argued, "It sounds all...in charge and teacher-y and intimidating. And, as someone whose nose you've broken twice, you are really intimidating." Maybe she shouldn't be holding quite such an honest conversation while drinking whiskey that May had done something to. She might end up saying something she'd regret. As Becca was handed the bottle, she tilted it back so she could drain it, not breaking eye contact with May at any point until it was empty. And then she coughed, pulled a face and wiped the back of her mouth. "That's not good." She said weakly, coughing again.
May's next comment made her snort. "I don't even know anyone on that team," She told her, "How could you be 'shipping' me with them? And nobody over the age of twenty should ship."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 13:17:18 GMT -6
She shrugged as Becca questioned her plan. Admittedly it was a terrible plan but if she got her one idea to work it could save everything. She knew Zero may be able to help but she wasn't sure what it would cost. There was always Olly, Ginnie or the Richards clan who could help. Problem was only Olly was the one she knew and his skills and willingness to get future tech was pretty much nill.
"JUst have faith, but don't discredit hard work. Besides I'm pretty sure your ass will be just fine."
She said rolling her eyes. She knew Becca could work hard if she really wanted to. The only tricky part seemed to be getting her to work in the first place. Once she hopped that hurdle everything was fine. She was hoping now that she had handled presumably the worst of the physical punishment things would be easier.
"All I'm saying is don't underestimate a prehensile tail, it's not as weird as you'd think."
She watched as Becca finished the bottle and sighed. She knew she should stop drinking, especially as she was getting pretty drunk and with a student...in a steam room. She leaned back, ignoring the comment about her name. She knew it was how she should be addressed, so she'd deal with that later. Instead she focused on the shipping thing.
"Honestly I just think you'd be good for him. He needs someone plus you two would be cute together."
She stood up and stretched a bit, her wounds mostly healed by now. Right now it was simply the aching in her muscles as new ligaments too hold.
"Well Brule, the way I see we have two options. We end our girl time here, or we go and get some more booze. I'd need to get some from my room unless...."
She stepped out of the steam room and began to sniff the air. She knew she wasn't the only one to keep booze in her locker. As she walked she found some in a locker a few down from her. She wasn't sure whose it was but she'd replace it. She pressed her ear to the door and began to turn the dial. Soon enough she figured out the combination and popped it open.
"Tequilla, nice. Whadaya say Brule?"
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Post by Becca Storm on Nov 10, 2016 7:21:10 GMT -6
If May came up with a plan for Becca to be able to use her powers without destroying the room she was in, she wouldn't be complaining one bit. Without going Warhead, she really wasn't that much more effective than a normal human who knew a bit of Krav Maga. Sure, she was a bit stronger, and a bit tougher, but against someone like Church? Or Kayleigh? The difference was pretty negligible, and in order for her to get properly powerful? Well, anyone in a several metre radius usually regretted it. Still, maybe she'd make a good bomb if the time came. "I don't mind working hard," Becca told her, mostly truthful, "Just as long as my ass is fine." She paused. "And I don't need to redo my nails that often."
There was another shudder as May mentioned the prehensile tail again. "Nope, too weird for me," She said firmly, "Just....no." This was definitely not the sort of thing you should discuss with a teacher, but she was giggling about it. She was having fun. She hadn't had any proper girl time since coming to Jean Grey. She'd hung out with Kayleigh, but given, well, Kayleigh, she'd probably have better girl time with Isaac. Her and Mari had been talking about going shopping for ages, but it hadn't happened yet. So yeah, she was enjoying some girly gossip and joking around with May, even if she was a teacher.
Still, perhaps dating one would be a bit far. Becca snorted as May suggested her and Danny. "He's cute," She said, "And I mean, my parents would hate it, so it'd be great, but nah," She said, shaking her head, "I mean, for one thing, he's a teacher. And not even one who teaches me. And then you've got all those rumours about him. And...the prehensile tail." Another laugh. As May suggested ending the girl time, Becca pouted, and then brightened as she heard the clink of another bottle "Don't people do stupid things when they drink tequila?" She asked slightly warily. She was absolutely going to stay, but still, she didn't want to do something she'd regret.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2016 13:59:53 GMT -6
May laughed a bit as she mentioned having to do her nails. It was a fair concern, one she herself often had. Of course she'd never admit it to anyone and kill whoever found out. But when she had free time it wasn't odd to find her in her room doing her nails. She usually opted for toes though as they were easier to hide.
"Well I can't promise that your nails will survive Brule. I mean throwing punches isn't exactly ideal for nails. Hell if anything it's murder on them. I suggest investing in a good nail strengthener and pre-natal vitamins. That helps, usually."
She said with a shrug. However as Becca began to talk about herself and Danny she shook her head. Clearly she'd misunderstood her intent and who she was trying to set her up with.
"I was going to set you up with one of his students, not him. I would never set up a student and a teacher...besides he has a girlfriend. Although I haven't met her, which concerns me. Danny isn't a smart man who tends to go full on really fast, especially when he's drunk or high, which is usually."
She said shaking her head. She took a swig from the tequilla but also already feel her healing returning. She handed the bottle to Becca and went to her locker, looking for something.
"Alcohol makes people do bad things, tequilla just gets a bad wrap. Besides, you're alone with your favorite teacher, what's the worst that could happen? I mean sure there is the whole 'Tequilla makes clothes fall off' thing, but I wouldn't worry about that."
She said before grabbing a bottle of pills. She popped a few in her mouth and grabbed the bottle from Becca, taking a swig. Bottle in hand she headed back to the steam room. She still wasn't sure if Becca would follow, but there was only one way to find out.
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Post by Becca Storm on Dec 1, 2016 15:49:15 GMT -6
Being a superhero definitely looked far easier than it was. Apart from the time spent drinking and having girl time in the steam room, it sounded like hard work. Hitting people, getting hit. They always seemed to keep their nails looking nice in the movies. She wasn't going to turn into some hulking, messed up, Russian weightlifter-esque woman was she? Because that was not what she'd signed up for when she'd run away to Jean Grey. She didn't like the thought of having biceps bigger than her head, three teeth and a broken nose. Still, May apparently found a way to keep looking girly and nice despite all her heroics. Becca would just need to learn her secret.
"Great, so I get to look like some teenage whore who got pregnant as well as fuck up my nails," Becca said, again talking like she never would around any other teacher. It was probably the alcohol, but it just felt like she could get away with stuff with May that she couldn't with other people. "So one of Danny's students, huh?" Becca asked, sounding more thoughtful. "Is he cute?" She paused. "Is he rich?" On the surface, that would probably sound very shallow. Really, however, it was something she'd been drilled on by her mom. Boys felt insecure if the girl had to pay for everything, and Becca wasn't blind to her faults. She had expensive tastes, and she was easily disappointed. So if she did end up with someone who didn't have quite as much money as she was used to, she'd be worried about leaving him feeling bad.
"Should he be around kids if he's some junkie?" Becca asked, "I mean, especially teaching flying. That just doesn't sound safe. I don't want him to send Kayleigh ploughing through some wall because he was too fucked up."
Becca took the bottle and followed May back to the steam room, her face red. "Shouldn't I?" She asked cautiously in response to being told not to worry, "I mean, this isn't exactly the best outfit to wear in a steam room in the first place, let alone without tequila." She'd love to come back some time in something less impractical. She couldn't get burned, but she was still aware that in the leather outfit, she was swelteringly hot. And it was getting damp. She sat back down on the bench, and took a long swig of tequila, followed by a shudder. "Yuck," She said, wrinkling her nose, "Don't you have any good alcohol?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 23:00:57 GMT -6
"Teenage whore who got pregnant....wow Brule....wow. If you're so concerned with looks then why be in the heroics line? It's not all saving school buses of children as your hair blows gently in the breeze and the cameras somehow get just the right angle and the sun is just so. It's dirty, it's hard. You get covered in mud, blood, sweat, sometimes not even yours. I won't mention the other fluids that end up on you. But, like I said, the nail and hair thing is all about maintenance. I can rock the messy bed head look so the hair thing never concerned me."
She said with a laugh. This was one of the few times she'd actually come out and admitted she focused on her appearance. She knew she come off as a tough badass who just rolled out of bed or walked away from a fight looking perfect, but that was a lie. Rayne and Danny were really the only ones who knew what all she went through to keep her appearance up. SPecial make up and creams, the right foods, work outs, always working to look good. She was far more of a 'girly girl' and more like Becca than she'd admit.
"I think he's Danny's top student, not sure how he ranks them to be honest. But yeah, I'd say he's cute. As for rich..."
To be honest the whole question had taken her by surprise. It likely shouldn't have but perhaps it was hope. She was hoping Becca wouldn't be as shallow as she came off or as shallow as she seemed. But apparently it didn't matter and May was wrong.
"...well, I was unaware that was a prerequisite. No, I don't think he's rich. His dad's a teacher and his mom, his mom is cool, actually holds a victory over my grandfather. But fairly certain he's not rich. I personally wouldn't focus on money, but to each their own..."
Now an awkward silence had fallen over them. May was disappointed, worried Becca was as shallow as everyone, well mostly Isaac and Sebastian, had claimed. She always defended her squad, but it was hard being proven wrong like that.
"Danny only teaches his squad and music alone. Aerial combat and flight he's more fill in or assistant than anything. Besides, he seems to take teaching serious. I know I shouldn't say this, but he seems manageable when high. Mostly because I've never seen him sober. He has demons but as long as his dad bails him out..."
She didn't like that Hank kept rescuing Danny and knew she wasn't the only one. Problem was Hank was a well respected man who had also been raising a kid most were certain wasn't his. Hank just wanted Danny to be happy, but wouldn't let him fail.
"Well you could always drink nude Brule."
She said with a laugh before taking a swig. Sure she didn't really mean it, but she kinda did. May would never say it out loud but Becca was hot, and technically legal.
"Otherwise there's a pile of gym clothes in the back. Generic shirt and shorts with the Jean Grey logo for non-squad students. Just try not to flare up. My skin is finally in tact."
She said taking another swig and handing the bottle back. SHe ignored the comment about bad liquor. It wasn't wrong, it was cheap tequilla after all. But it was either this or take a drunk student into her room.
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Post by Becca Storm on Dec 5, 2016 10:31:05 GMT -6
"Well you're lucky," Becca said, "You've got naturally sexy hair. Know what my hair does when I wake up? Goes everywhere. Looks like I've stuck a finger in an outlet. Not a good look." Maybe she'd have to consider a different style for fighting crime and saving the world. And then stick to her usual for downtime, of course. "Would a ponytail work for all the....dirty business? Don't want it getting caught or anything." She really hoped she wouldn't have to invest in a mask just to make sure there weren't pictures of her face and hair looking terrible in newspapers. Her friends back home would never let her live it down.
Becca could tell what May was thinking as she processed her second question. She was thinking that she was some stuck-up, snooty, bratty rich girl who thought everyone poorer than her was a peasant. Like those jerks in the Teen Titans - and probably her teammates - already did. "It's not like that," Becca sighed as May suggested it wasn't a priority. "My parents always said that chemistry was good in a relationship, but economics is almost as important. Why do you think celebrities date celebrities? I don't think a guy would be happy with me footing the bill every time we went out to dinner, do you? Apparently that's the sort of thing that causes tension in a relationship." That wasn't the most eloquent she'd ever been, partly due to the alcohol, but she just wanted May to see that she wasn't just some rich airhead who thought she was better. She wanted the others to see that as well, but May first.
Becca stayed silent as May talked about Danny's student and then Danny himself. Partly because it seemed like May more wanted to get it off her chest than really talk about it, and partly because she wasn't especially sure what to say in response to that. "So you're just gonna let him stay coked out of his mind for the rest of his life?" Becca asked, and she couldn't help it, she sounded faintly scandalised, "He needs help!" And so the blush on her face was a mixture of that outburst and May's suggestion to strip down. Becca was almost tempted to take her up on the deal just to change the subject, but she got to her feet. "I'llgochange," Her voice was a squeak, unsure for the first time, and then "...Sorry, I didn't mean it." She tried to move quickly, but the dizziness from drinking made sure it took her a full fifteen seconds to reach the back of the room.
"No looking!" She called, but not in the same demanding tone she might have used before the outburst. She wasn't sure if she'd upset May, but she didn't want to risk pissing her off more. Hoping the steam would provide her a good cover from May's sight, but turning around in case it didn't, she quickly dropped her uniform and squirmed into the first shirt and skirt that looked like they'd fit. Both were a bit loose, but they'd do. Carefully she made her way back to the seat near May and flopped down in it, adjusting her top. "I really am sorry," The alcohol was making her much more apologetic than usual. She quickly grabbed the bottle and took another long drink. "Drinking commando. A new and weird experience." A cautious attempt to go back to chatty conversation.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 0:03:52 GMT -6
She laughed and simply shrugged as she mentioned May was lucky. She couldn't deny that, she could pull her mask off and look hot. 'Bed head' or 'sex hair' was definitely her thing.
"Never under estimate the usefulness of a hot braid, or pig tails. Worst case scenario you look hot and at least there's that."
Of course the conversation suddenly went dark, or at least far deeper than she was expecting. But she'd been told that when she drank she had a tendency to get too analytical and her inner psychologist came out. She took a swig and leaned back, just examining her.
"True, true. Staying within your own economic class is indeed easier, but doesn't mean things will work. After all a relationship based off, 'He can buy me stuff' as one of the top reasons does not have a lot going for it. If someone's worth it money won't be an issue and they won't care if you're worth more or not. I suggest getting out of your own little pool, it's much more fun that way."
She said with a wink. But then she began yelling about Danny. She had a point, several points she herself had made to Danny and even Hank a handful of times. She handed the bottle back and brushed her hair back, coming away with a few loose strands likely knocked away in the explosion and tangled in her own hair.
"First rule of helping someone is simple Brule, you can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped. As long as he has the safety net of his father and this place to take care of him he won't be forced to try and clean up."
She said shaking her head. She took a swig of the bottle as Becca went to go change. May closed her eyes and leaned back, not bothering. Yes if she tried she likely could see her through the steam, but Becca already had a nearly skin tight suit so there wasn't much her imagination could do. Then again with all the drinking who knows what would happen?
"Cool people do everything commando. No lines that way."
She laughed a bit and leaned back and snatched the bottle from her. She took another swig, sighing lightly before examining the bottle. She handed the bottle over and sighed.
"Also if anyone asks we're discussing strategy or....something. Or this is a counselor session, that could work too. Ever since Foley people are all paranoid about teachers and students."
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Post by Becca Storm on Dec 27, 2016 19:58:48 GMT -6
"Yeah, or I could look about twelve," Becca looked down and modified her statement, "Look about twelve from the neck up. Pigtails negatively age me." She'd never tried a braid before, but it seemed like the sort of thing that wouldn't look as good as she was used to and just get in the way. She was used to having her hair in at the most a ponytail, and usually just loose around her. Well, loose with a fair bit of styling. Her hair was stylish, not especially practical. Would she really have to change that to get a superhero gig? "Plus I don't want it you short..." Not that she didn't like May's hair, but it suited somebody like May. Not somebody like her.
As much as she wanted the conversation to stay light-hearted, they kept coming back to the money thing. Becca hadn't meant it as it had come across, but she knew she had a point. "Okay, so maybe you don't need to be as rich as each other for it to work," Becca conceded, "But it helps, and it's not like there's any point causing tension in a relationship unnecessarily." And thankfully, she wasn't rich enough that she had to shop for boyfriends on Forbes' Top 100 Rich List. Maybe then she'd be happier to date somebody with less in the bank than her. "So what?" Becca asked, "I should be looking for people who make about as much as you for partners?"
Danny was also where she didn't want this conversation to be going. Continuing this debate would just piss both of them off, so Becca just shrugged. "I think you can," Came her answer, "Just be stubborn. Bring it up again and again and again and sometime they'll have to start listening."
And then they were light-hearted again as Becca folded her arms over her chest, shifted position, and then leant back. "Cool people usually don't wear skirts to do it," At the suggestion, she snorted. "I won't mention we're having underdressed steam room sessions, don't worry. Or that you've suggested losing clothes several times." A somewhat drunken giggle.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2016 13:36:46 GMT -6
"Well then stick with the braid. The last thing you want is your hair getting in your way when you're fighting. It's a lesson we all learn sooner or later. Sure having your hair down and slightly tussled is hot and all but not very useful in a battle."
She did have a point there though. Looking super young, from the neck up, would not be useful. Sure she could try and use it as a distraction but most of the X-Men's enemies didn't really care about hurting children. Plus image was important, even she would agree with that. If you couldn't look tough at least look hot.
"Short like mine? My hair isn't that short Brule. I mean sure I'm no Rapunzel by any means but I think it's longer than yours."
She said with a shrug. She took a swig from the bottle before passing it back. She understood Brule's point and shook her head. They wouldn't agree on it, clearly.
"Tension will always pop up in a relationship, especially a relationship among heroes. You could try going for a normal person but that is even less likely to work out. I mean your best bet is a laid back person, but honestly I think that would drive you nuts, too opposite."
As she mentioned potentially dating someone in May's income bracket she laughed. Sure May wasn't the type to have brunch at the golf course but she wasn't hurting for money either. HuRTs paid surprisingly well. Mostly because she knew it gave them a moral upper hand. If she hated the work she wouldn't cash the check.
"I make more money than you'd think. Magic tattoos don't come cheap and I'm more than just a part time teacher here. Hell they don't even pay me."
She said with a shrug. As the conversation turned to Danny she shook her head. It wasn't like she hadn't tried to get through to him. She also knew she wasn't the only one either. Dinah had tried as well, perhaps this Emily would have better luck. She decided to drop that topic and move on. It wasn't the best topic of conversation when drunk.
"Cool people totally wear skirts to do it. Who doesn't enjoy a nice breeze from time to time?"
She asked with a laugh. So maybe that wasn't the most teachery thing to say, but she was far from your typical teacher.
"Well it is a steam room and we are both girls."
She gave a shrug before removing what was left of her sports bra and leaned back, brushing some hair out of her face.
"They keep telling me I need to invest in fire retardant clothing, they may be on to something. Between you and Isaac it couldn't hurt."
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Post by Becca Storm on Feb 5, 2017 15:56:29 GMT -6
Becca was scrunching her face up just a bit at the thought of a braid. It'd work, sure, and it'd be a hell of a lot better than pigtails or a ponytail, but it sounded like a lot of effort. Plus a braid always seemed like a permanent thing, and she'd always enjoyed the freedom that came with being able to call up a stylist and get her hair changed to whatever made her look good. Still, she'd accepted that she'd have to give some stuff up if she wanted to become a superhero, and maybe having fashionable hair was one of those. Was that livable with? Probably. Or maybe she'd call up Captain Marvel, see what she did. Somebody would have to have her number, right?
"No way is your hair longer than mine," Came her retort, as she straightened out a strand, "Mine's wavy. If it was straight, it'd be like, three inches longer than yours." She wasn't about to get up and compare with a ruler, but she was adamant about that. "You really think I need a haircut or a braid?" Sure, she'd started to come to terms with it, but she still pouted. "Normal guys just don't get it," She sighed, "Before I got my powers, guys liked me. I mean, they still do, but it's different. I literally had a guy ask 'what if you light on fire while we're making out?' once. Since I got my powers, the best relationship I've had where the guy wasn't slightly afraid was Marty in the Teen Titans, and we literally went on two dates." Ooh, that felt good to get off of her chest. It wasn't that she had a bad love life, just that normal guys, if they wanted a superpowered girlfriend, wanted one who was super strong or super flexible or any other number of powers. They didn't want someone who lit on fire. So maybe her dating pool was restricted to rich superheroes. Ginnie Stark had a brother, right?
Becca's blush continued as May made those comments, but the alcohol was giving her a certain amount of Dutch Courage, and dulling the redness in her cheeks. Which did absolutely nothing to help as May whipped her top off and wiped whatever thought had been in Becca's head at the time. "Nipples," She blurted out suddenly, a shocked note in her voice, "Uh....you're very topless."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2017 2:08:42 GMT -6
She shrugged at the comment about hair. She had no real desire to go back to back and measure over who was longer. Usually when she debated another woman about something it was rarely hair length. Sure other measurements often came up but never hair.
"Don't deny the usefulness of a braid, in combat or....yeah."
She said with a laugh. She also knew with her dating life she wouldn't be the best person to actually give dating advice. Sure she had no healthy relationships in, ever. But that also meant she was well aware of what an unhealthy relationship might truly be. She unsheathed her hand claws and looked at them with a laugh.
"Yeah you're right. There's no way I can relate to some jerk being all concerned about what I might do to them when excited."
She pulled her claws back and leaned back against the wall and sighed lightly. It was nice being relaxing, even though she was doing it mostly nude with a student. Sure it was dangerous but she was betting she likely wouldn't get fired, or hoping.
"Green Lantern? Personally I think you can do better. But steer clear of Blood, he gets bitey. It's not all bad but can be kinda weird if you're not into that."
As she commented about her being topless she simply laughed. She turned and looked at her, crossing her arms with a smirk.
"Nothing wrong with that. Plus the only reason I'm not nude is I don't wanna stand up. I'm comfy. Never understood why some people are so uncomfortable with nudity. It's just the body. Plus I have an awesome one, why shouldn't I show it off?"
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