So, I just got a job. Awesome. I work until 10pm GMT every night apart from Sundays. Not awesome.
So I will not be online a lot. Good news is that’s it’s a temporary job over the holiday season so this isn’t by any means permanent.
You’re all fantastic and I’ll miss you etc etc this isn’t the end of the world. Shut up, David.
For the sole purpose of keeping all the fandoms we RP in easily accessible.
{OOC: this tumblr was created yesterday. Not all the links are up yet (all but one member’s are) but this is the official EBC tumblr page.}
(via handsmightwander)
He let the tears building in his eyes slip down his cheek, trying to speak over the lump in his throat. He stared at the ground. He couldn’t take looking at Kitty. Not because she had kissed Dean, not even because she was breaking up with him. He couldn’t stand to look at her because of all the memories he would relive. All the good, all the bad, everything. She had been such a large part of his life and it was over. Again.
He couldn’t help but wonder if there was a God. And if He didn’t want them to be together.
”Katya, I…” he started when she walked to the door, but he couldn’t. There was nothing he could say.
Kitty waited but when Piotr didn’t say anything more she quickly let herself out. Tears were flowing freely now as she quickly made her way down the hall to her own room. Of all the nights for Ororo to decide to leave town. Kitty threw herself on her bed and sobbed. She had done it, it needed to be done, but it still hurt. Every moment with Piotr, happy and sad, was playing on repeat in her head. The first time they met, when she kissed him under mistletoe that she was holding up, when he told her he met someone else, when he beat up Pete, their first time together. All of it rushing through her mind.
How could she have ended this? They’d been through it all, death, separation, jealousy, how come they just couldn’t make it through? It wasn’t meant to be, a small part of Kitty believe in fate, and that part was telling her this was fated. Just like it was fate that she was the one to find Piotr alive. The thought was barely comforting as she pulled herself up and made her way into the bathroom. She needed a relaxing soak in the tub before she said goodbye to Dean later. As the water ran her tears started again, it was going to be a hard night.
He let it wash over him. That cold water feeling as his skin turned to steel. He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t take the hurt, the pain in his heart. He made his way back to the bed shakily and sat softly on the edge. It creaked slightly as the reinforcements took his weight.
He leaned forward, huddled over, and sobbed in tearless, ragged breaths. She was gone. He had loved her and she was gone. Again. After all they’d been through, he had lost her again.
Well… at least she wasn’t trapped in a space bullet this time, he thought.
Piotr had to stop himself from instinctively changing to his metal form. He could feel it building at the base of his spine. That feeling of cold water pouring over him spreading. But no, he couldn’t do that. He had to deal with this. This wasn’t something skin of steel could protect him from. This wasn’t some Danger Room scenario or mission.
This was real.
”Katya, I… I do not know what to say. I still love you, but… if you do not love me, what is point? I would want you happy with Dean or another than not happy with me.”
He tried to speak more, but the words wouldn’t pass the lump in his throat.
Kitty felt tears pricking in the corners of her eyes and she blinked to keep them back. It was no use, her eyes kept welling until a few spilled over. Leave it to Piotr to take this like a champ. Every time Piotr needed someone, she had been there. If there was ever an X-Man voted “most likely to hug” it was Piotr. And right now he needed one, and it couldn’t be her to offer it. That killed her. Being the one to cause him emotional pain.
“I’m sorry Piotr. I’m so sorry.” Kitty choked out the words between tears. She had to get out of this room, if she stayed any longer she’d run over and wrap her arms around him, and that would be the opposite of helpful. Kitty clenched her fists, holding her arms by her side tightly.
“I… I should go.” She turned and face the door, a few more tears escaping as she paused. She waited for Piotr to say something, unsure if she should just bolt.
He let the tears building in his eyes slip down his cheek, trying to speak over the lump in his throat. He stared at the ground. He couldn’t take looking at Kitty. Not because she had kissed Dean, not even because she was breaking up with him. He couldn’t stand to look at her because of all the memories he would relive. All the good, all the bad, everything. She had been such a large part of his life and it was over. Again.
He couldn’t help but wonder if there was a God. And if He didn’t want them to be together.
”Katya, I…” he started when she walked to the door, but he couldn’t. There was nothing he could say.
Kitty’s stomach clenched at the look on Piotr’s face. How could she do this to him? No, she had to do this. It was unfair to both of them if she let him continue to believe he feelings for him hadn’t changed.
“Dean and I kissed.” Oh god, had she really just let it spill out that way? She hastily tried to recover.
“I mean he kissed me, directly after the zombie thing. It was a moment of incredible happiness because we had fixed everything, and it was like just an ‘in the moment’ thing. But, I kissed him back.” Kitty sighed, unable to meet his eyes. She didn’t want to hurt him.
“I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you, because I had to figure out what it all meant to me. And that’s the thing, the moment I realized that I was questioning our relationship over one spur of the moment kiss that probably meant nothing to Dean, I knew my feelings for you had changed. I’m sorry Piotr, I’ll always care for you, I just don’t love you in the way I once did. I’m so sorry.”
Kitty bit her lip and looked at him cautiously. She hated this. She truly wished she still loved Piotr the way she had before, she never wanted to break up with him. Hell, if you had asked her just a few weeks ago she probably would’ve said that she could see herself marrying Piotr in the future, but everything was different now. It wasn’t because of Dean, he just happened to be the reason behind her realization. She just hoped Piotr had the same shift in feelings she did, because that would make it less painful for him.
Piotr had to stop himself from instinctively changing to his metal form. He could feel it building at the base of his spine. That feeling of cold water pouring over him spreading. But no, he couldn’t do that. He had to deal with this. This wasn’t something skin of steel could protect him from. This wasn’t some Danger Room scenario or mission.
This was real.
”Katya, I… I do not know what to say. I still love you, but… if you do not love me, what is point? I would want you happy with Dean or another than not happy with me.”
He tried to speak more, but the words wouldn’t pass the lump in his throat.
Kitty knocked softly on Piotr’s door before letting herself in. She’d been mentally preparing herself all day for this, but she still felt sick. She had loved Piotr from the moment she saw him when she was 13. Sitting in the diner with Ororo she looked over to see him, and immediately was excited to go to Xavier’s. Piotr had been her first love and her first heart break. His death was the final straw, it got her to leave the X-Men and go to college. Whether he was aware of it or not, he was the reason she had grown and changed into the woman she now was. It was thoughts of him that brought her back to the X-Men, and it was her who found him alive. It had been like fate.
To be leaving him now left her feeling ill, even if she knew it was best for her because her feelings had changed. She’d always love him, she just no longer loved him in the way she once did. People grow and change, and unfortunately they don’t always grow together. Kitty knew she and Piotr were different from the people they were when they first me, they were no longer compatible, and it broke her heart.
“Hey Piotr, do you have a minute?”
Piotr’s head rose and he looked over at the door when he heard Kitty’s face. He smiled when he saw her and rose from the edge of the bed where he had been sitting. He smiled, his face lighting up slightly, and crossed the room to her. His smiled faded slightly when he saw Kitty’s expression.
”Da, Katya. What is wrong?”
He felt that pit in his stomach. The pit that was always there just before he had been given bad news. It had been there when he had been told that his brother had died. It had been there when the Professor told him he was leaving his family. And now it was here again.
Da. Anything, Katya. What is on your mind?
The Cuckoos sad Piotr was in his room and alright. That was all Kitty needed to know before taking off. She phased up through the ceiling and ran through wall after wall. Passing by Neena turning Warpath in the Kitchen and she didn’t even stop. Her only goal was to get to Piotr before a zombie did. She reached his door and stopped short. Was he going to be in there still? Was he still not a zombie? She took a deep breath and phased her head in, watching him carefully. He was painting, and while he looked a bit frustrated, there seemed no signs that he had developed a taste for human flesh, so she stepped in.
“Piotr?” He turned around to face her, surprised, and Kitty had to stop herself from cheering over the fact that he was still normal. She ran towards him and buried her head in his chest. “Thank god you’re alright. I was so worried.”
He was hungry.
Ever since Emma had bitten him, all he had wanted to do was eat but he wasn’t quite sure on what he wanted yet. But… He knew and even though he was trying to hold back on whatever urge he was feeling, he knew it wouldn’t last long. Grunting as he staggered through the hallway, his mind began to wander to the sudden hunger for a certain type of food.
Russian.
Russian flesh.
He always wanted to try Russian cuisine.
Grinning wide as he mindlessly walks toward to Piotr’s room. It takes no time at all until he’s lurking within the dark room, Scott leans up against the wall, waiting for his prey to come into the room. And, as per usual, it didn’t take long before Piotr was in the the room. Watching with a predatory gaze as the man looks around. When he looks back to his painting, that’s when Scott strikes. He lunges onto him, teeth already chomping into his side like a hungry dog. Flesh is easily torn off, blood and saliva mix. Grinning as he pulls back, he chews on his rather large chunk of Piotr-meat.
His hunger wasn’t sedated but he didn’t care. Any ounce of human flesh was something he was pleased with. It was then that he noticed Kitty.
“Oh Kitty, I didn’t see you there. Would you care to join me in feasting on our Russian friend here?” Blood seeps from his mouth as he looks down upon Piotr, he then licks his lips. He was so goddamn hungry! He might just have to take another bite at some point.
Piotr looked up when he heard his name, wondering who it was. It was Kitty. A small smile spread over his face. She looked… worried? He started to ask what was wrong, but he was cut off as she ran to him, tackling him with a hug. He wrapped his large arms around her, holding her tight. He shushed her softly.
”I am fine, Katya. What is wrong?”
But he didn’t hear her answer. He looked up as he heard as strange growl and he briefly glimpsed a figure that looked remarkably like Scott lunge at him. A let out of a grunt of pain when he felt teeth pierce his skin and his flesh tear. He fell away from Kitty, landing on the floor in a heap, blood pouring from the open gash in his side.
“Is there? Oh we sure hope so.”
All three of the girls looked as hesitant as Emma would probably do when Kitty held out her hands. Phasing was a very uneasy feeling, but it was their only option to stay safe from whatever was lurking outside their door. They nodded in perfect synchronisation with each other and stepped forward to take hold of her hands.
“Thank you, Miss Pryde.”
Kitty shook her head, the weird talking together thing would never cease to freak her out. She was glad they were coming with her though, the girls could defend themselves well but Kitty needed them. She slowly phased them all through wall after wall, working back towards the lab. The saw Ororo wandering the halls and Kitty stopped for a minute, peeking out of the wall carefully, but Ororo didn’t stop or turn around. She sighed with relief and they pressed on.
“I’ve got them, Dr. Rao.” Kitty announced as she phased through the wall of the lab. She turned back to the three girls. “I need you to set up a psychic connection now so Dr. Rao and I can stay in constant communication. Can you do that?” The girls nodded in unison and Kitty smiled. She was about to head out again, to go after Hope now, but something stopped her. “Girls.” She whispered quietly, trying not to show how scared she was of the answer. “Is Piotr alright?”
In direct response to Kitty’s question, the Three looked back and forth between each other and the woman, unsure of what to answer. They hadn’t seen Piotr since the start of the events, and that was a legitimate reason to be worried, considering the fact that Utopia was swarmed with zombies by now.
Phoebe was the one to step forward and take initiative, her eyes glazing over white, a tell-tale sign of her tapping into her telepathic powers to search the premises for any sign of Piotr.
«We have found him, miss.»
Kitty wasn’t sure whether to sigh with relief or be more afraid of the answer to the next question.
“Is… is he alright?” Kitty’s voice wobbled slightly. She needed Piotr to be alright. She needed his help in this and she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to handle the sight of him as a zombie. She had Dean coming to help her, and she was thankful for that, but if she had Piotr alongside her, or if she at least knew he was safe, she’d be able to focus more on the crisis rather than worrying over him.
Piotr sighed. He lowered the paintbrush from the canvas and looked at the attempted painting with disappointment. It wasn’t working. Something was off about it, but he couldn’t quite tell what. He chalked down to skewed perspectives and took the canvas off of the easel, laying it to the side.
He took a look around the empty room. He wasn’t entirely sure if anyone else was still awake or not, he hadn’t left the room since he had started painting, but he heard some muffled noises from outside. Nothing that seemed unusual to him, however.
He picked up a blank canvas and place it to the easel, hoping this time the painting would work out. If not, he decided, he would call it quits and go find Kitty if she was still awake.
Hahahahahahahaha.
This is cute, I like it.
