watch_the_nails: (Future!Verse - Studying You)
Dammit, field work could be so damned boring sometimes.

Yet again Victor had been sent out on a mission by Stryker, this time to observe and possibly detain a mutant with the ability to hurl balls of energy a considerable distance. The feral didn't see why he had to waste time just watching the kid when he could just charge in there and wear the boy out before he was able to do any serious damage. Still, he was now enjoying a brief period of relaxation before tailing the young mutant, and that was why he was currently stretched out on a rooftop on the south side of Chicago, raising a cell phone to his ear and punching in the buttons of Nat's number.
watch_the_nails: (Pissed)
It was all her fault.

If it hadn't been for her, then he wouldn't have lost that fight. If it hadn't been for her, he could've even beaten Jimmy eventually. If it hadn't been for her, he wouldn't be in such a bad mood right now. Growling, he sent out a mental shout for Jean, wanting not only an audience for his revenge, but also an ally for his potential torture. Besides, he knew the woman would enjoy it.

Is your little room-mate home, Jeannie? I'd like to have a word.

((OOC: Suggested posting order for this - Victor, Jean, Olivia~ ))
watch_the_nails: (Smirk)
It was just too much for him to take. The way she taunted and flirted, the violent memories she'd saved and broadcast for him, the exhilirating feeling that he got from her mental connection; he just couldn't resist Jean any longer, and it was time to act on his instincts.

He never would have been like this if Emma hadn't cut him off so brutally, so cruelly. She'd turned her back on him, severed their connection, left him feeling alone and abandoned. He'd been easy pickings for Jean as soon as he'd met her, and he didn't even realise himself just how emotionally vulnerable he was; it was no excuse for what he was planning to do, but in his mind, it justified his actions to some degree. By going to Jean, he'd spite Emma in more ways than one, make her regret pushing him away as well as acknowledging that Jean's powers were substantial. He didn't know just how highly Emma prized her powers, but if she were anything like him, she'd hate the idea of someone bettering her with them.

Smirking to himself, he made his way to the womens' dormitories, breathing in the wecome scent of so many female bodies living closely together, his mind already wild with ideas as he arrived at the room where Jean was waiting for him, alone.
watch_the_nails: (Pissed)
He'd been watching her for a while. The blonde one, the newest arrival, the attractive young female who kept strutting around and showing off that tight, toned body of hers as if she were just waiting for someone to come along and help themselves. She was practically asking for it. It didn't help that she was the first female to be properly assigned to the team; that meant that Victor had been following her pretty much since she'd turned up, catching her scent where he could, trying to catch a glimpse of her body whenever it seemed as if she might reveal herself. He'd helped himself to the local women, sure, but they'd only been appetisers compared to what was laid out in front of him. Allison would be the main course, and he was hungry.

((OOC: Backdated to when Team X were stationed in Africa, and before Laura Kinney and Emma Frost turned up - which means there weren't any other women around on the team at the time.))
watch_the_nails: (Smirk)
*It had been weeks since Victor had been locked in the brig as a punishment for attacking Wade, but his thoughts had been returning there more and more lately for an entirely different reason. Emma. The ideas they'd shared about the things they could do in there, the mental images they'd exchanged; and now, finally, they could put those ideas into motion. Emma had managed to get the key from Stryker, Victor wasn't entirely sure how. Either it had involved some subtle telepathy, or perhaps she'd used her telekinesis to take it. He didn't really care how, all that mattered was that it was in their possession for now, and the brig was theirs to do with what they would.

Just over half an hour ago, she'd led him into the small concrete bunker and allowed him to chain her, an eager growl in his throat as he'd clapped the manacles about her wrists, the mere sight of her being restrained like that exciting him more than he could have imagined. Grinning, he'd left her there for a while and wandered off, partly as revenge for teasing him when he'd been locked up, and partly because the anticipation was pleasing enough. But now he'd returned, ready to take the pleasure he'd been looking forward to for so long.

Stepping inside the brig, the keys in his possession, he closed the door to the cell behind him and marched over to where Emma sat chained upon the floor, a wicked smile on his face.*

Miss me, Princess?
watch_the_nails: (Smirk)
*Well, this power-switch problem hadn't turned out to be so bad after all, at least not as far as Victor was concerned. In fact, he was really starting to get used to Emma's telepathy, already having become used to the telepathic link she'd forged between them when she'd been the one with the power. Already, he'd been able to taunt Dukes from a distance and locate Logan without being anywhere near him, not to mention cause Bradley some distress by sending pornographic images directly into his mind. But perhaps she should start to learn how to enjoy his powers some more, too.*

Princess?

*He called out for her with his mind, as he had done regularly lately, and waited for a response. It was time she learned how to really enjoy the hunt - and how to claim her prey at the end.*

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