Cat and Mouse, Blue Beastly Mouse



Cat and Mouse, Blue Beastly Mouse (#TiD-66) unknown


SCENE SET »  Through the streets of Salem Center, a young man goes about his business, all the while he is being followed. From atop buildings or deep in shadow, a presence matches his movements, the only possible hint of someone being there a faint glow of red when the light catches the pursuer's eyes just so.

This is not the first time the young man has been followed. It will probably not be the last time, either. The shadowed creature is practicing his own skills at stealth, but also collecting data on his quarry. The man is infuriatingly hard to follow, maddeningly difficult to understand, and utterly impossible for him to ignore.

The game is afoot!


Cheshire » Salem Center Downtown District

The folliage was magnficent, the folliage washed in the emerging glow of the Salem Center's street lamps which were beginning to turn on as the late afternoon slowly began to succeed it's presence to the encrouching twilight. Salem Center, a small, sleeply little town by any comparison to much of New York was hosting a possibly impromptu X-Men training session this day. Jackson, a relatively new comer to the Xavier fold had journeyed to the downtown district of Salem Center to run some 'errands'; He'd left a note on "someone's" pillow indicating as such before he had left the mansion to do so; Note on a pillow, note on a refrigerator, same thing really, right?

And now, with the hour growing a little later then he had intended, Kirby found himself at the new Salem Center Library, which had had some of it's charm renovated out of it back in the eighties, but was now in the midst of having that same charm renovated back in to some degree. It was also closed. Kirby Jackson pulled the sleeve of his peacoat back and looked at the back of his wrist to read his watch, it was a bit past six, almost seven really, and the libary was closed. With a slight shrug, Kirby quickly walked around the Library in a casual manner and into the largely empty library parking lot; After a moments surveilance, he lost himself in the shadows only to reimmerge within the Library itself.

A fact he didn't try to hid as he turned the lights on and when about his intended business.

Post » [0913]

Where » Salem Center

When » 2016-09-03

Phase » Morning

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Beast » Hank had been following Jack for most of the afternoon. He didn't think he'd been spotted, but it was sometimes hard to read Jack. He knew the man was aware that a tail was possible because the ass had had the balls to break into Hank's rooms and leave a note on his pillow. A note. On his pillow. Infuriating.

Regardless, Hank hadn't let himself be seen, he was fairly certain of that. His fur helped him blend in to shadows until he was almost totally invisible. And Jack's behavior and scent hadn't changed. So Jack knew he was probably the subject of observation, but Hank didn't think he'd been caught yet.

Jack had picked up lunch (which actually had Hank'sstomach protesting the fact that Hank hadn't had the chance to eat yet) and run a couple of errands. He'd picked up the packages the Professor had asked him to get, but then he'd started walking around town rather than returning to the school.

Soon they'd reached the Library. It was one of Hank's favorites places. It was surprisingly good considering the generous support Professor Xavier gave it. And Hank was now working with the contractors doing the renovations to help bring back its earlier glory. So of course Jack was skulking around it. He probably knew that if anyone was following him it would be Hank, and he seemed to take delight in causing Hank fits. Suddenly, Jack wasn't where he'd been a moment ago. Hank groaned. The groan turned into a growl as he saw lights come on inside the building. He swung out of the overhang he'd been using, arced over the street, and landed near a vent on the Library roof he knew he could use to access the building. If Jack did any damage to this place, he would truly have a Beast to deal with.

Why did the man delight in making Hank crazy?

Post » [0917]

Where » Salem Center

When » 2016-09-03

Phase » Morning


Cheshire » Once in the library, and having turned on every light in the library, just incase he was being followed, he wasn't sure that he was, if he was he was in no danger, of that fact he knew, but he did have an inch at the back of his astral self that he was being followed. Perhaps a tail had been attached to him to test him or some of the students at the school, or even the X-Mens themselves. Or maybe it was just one of the X-Men believing that he was up to something once more; He had once or twice used the institues AmEx card to rent a Lambourgine to get back to the Institue when it had rained... Although he never recalled renting it, but paperwork had turned up saying he'd rented it along with a very perterbed Scot Summers telling him to return the car in question - and to stop 'renting' it.

Scott kept using that term. Alot. Maybe it was code for something? He didn't say anything about stealing though, so...

Kirby looked out the window and sighed. Heavy sky, but not likely a rainy sky. he grumbled and went to returning the documents he'd been asked to return. He then went about procuring some things he'd been asked to pull; Kirby then went though the entire process of registering everything in and out he'd copped the passwords and id logins a while back, he was like that, picking up bits here and there should he later need them. When he was done, he wrote up a little post-it note with a blue doodle of a happy monkey face possibly, or maybe it was something else and plopped it on the terminal he'd been using.

He then set about turning off all the lights, and setting the alarm code. They weren't very good about doing that here. Salem Center was a very trusting place. Kirby smiled to himself and let himself out the back once again.

Post » [0920]

Where » Salem Center

When » 2016-09-03

Phase » Morning

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Beast » Hank watched His quarry from a perch high in the rafters. Since he'd been helping with the renovations, he'd made sure to sneak in a few little nook and crannies for himself. He was an avid user of libraries, but often needed more privacy to study than the traditional carrel or reading room table offered. What he thought of as his personal office here looked entirely like an authentic feature of the original design, but a respectable chuck of space was hidden by the way the cross beams interacted. Regardless, it gave Hank a good view of the main floor and stacks.

He'd been familiar with the list of things they'd tasked their potential new resident with, Hank had in fact created most of it, so he could tell that he was pulling the few books on the list. He could also see that they were being charged out appropriately...if you considered using stolen passwords to charge books in the library you'd just broken into 'appropriate,' that is. Technically, they weren't supposed to be using their powers in the open like this, but Hank ground his teeth at the fact he couldn't actually call him on it considering Hank himself was currently covered in blue fur and perched on a cross beam in the same locked building.

He watched as his subject shit down the computer again and left the building in the same manner he'd entered it. With a sigh, Hank dropped the twenty or so feet to the floor, landing in the dark. He began concentrating in order to push back the more obvious part of his mutation as he pulled a pair of tennis shoes out of the small satchel he'd brought with him. He slipped them on over his abnormally large feet then set off once again. He'd gotten permission to have his own key considering how much research he usually did, and he let himself out, locking up behind him.

Remembering the list, Hank turned up the street which would lead him to the final item still to be collected and picked up his pace.

Less than a block ahead he saw the familiar mop of hair and the carefree gait of the man he was looking for. He ambled along quite like he hadn't just essentially burgled the local library. Hank turned up an alley and picked up his pace to reach the final goal, his favorite cafe, before his target.

He entered to find the place in a bit of disarray. If Hank hadn't known better, he'd have said it looked like the aftermath of a bar fight. He shrugged and stepped up to the counter. He ordered the last five oatmeal cookies (the final item on the list) and took them to a table in an out of the way corner to see how this little snag would be handled. It was perhaps a bit childish of him, but the man was infuriating. He always knew just what to say or to do to get Hank's blood pressure up. And besides, these were his favorite cookies.

Post » [0923]

Where » Salem Center

When » 2016-09-03

Phase » Morning


Cheshire » Kirby had a wonderful walk through the streets of downtown Salem Center, he was dressed in his favorite coat, he had a grand scarf wrapped loosely around his next as was often the fashion these days, a wool cap on his head that held the chaos of his tussled hair in order, his ass was looking awesome in his jeans with the one ripped knee, and the boots he'd picked up a while back finally felt like they were broken in. The sky had been been crystal clear, the deepest blue, and while some clouds were rolling it, it still seemed like it would be a clear night, perfect for star gazing thought Kirby as he entered the cafe which he immeidately cased; Spotting his favorite "college-ish" type professor, Kirby smiled a toothy grin, his eyes shifted to the display (he was casing the joint afterall) and then back to Hank with an amused look.

Kirby walked over and dropped his things beside Hank, he leaned in, his breath climbed into his the canal of Hank's ear, the heat lingered that as Kirby said "Be right back professor". He then stood up and called out an order to the counter attendant for an almond latte; The talked quietly and Kirby handed the the card he'd been given to due the errands with. A few minutes later, his latte was ready, and a box which must have contained at least 6 dozen cookies was brought out for him. Kirby took them under one arm, then his latte in the other and waltz over to where Hank sat. "Couldn't wait till I got home for somethin' sweet I see."

Post » [0924]

Where » Salem Center

When » 2016-09-03

Phase » Morning

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Beast » Hank narrowed his eyes slightly at Kirby's lighthearted tone. "Jackson," he nodded in acknowledgement. He called him that mainly because the man generally introduced himself as 'Kirby,' and Hank was still deciding whether Kirby was friend or foe. "What can I say? I just can't resist the oatmeal cookies here. The cranberries and walnuts, well, they remind me of my mother's cookies."

Looking Kirby up and down wasn't exactly a chore, but it also served a purpose. Though it did make Hank wonder why the guys he found attractive were always either oblivious or complete jerks. Nodding to the bags and bundles Kirby was carrying Hank said, "You've been busy I see. I hope we're not keeping you too busy." He of course knew exactly how busy Kirby had been today, and just how semi-legal some of that business had ended up being.

"Would you care to join me before you head back,or would that interrupt the flow of your mayhem out into the world? We can't let you bottle that up too long or you'll explode, after all." Hank motioned to the chair across from him at the table and used one foot to slide it out. Kirby was craftier than Hank had given him credit for being. Hank didn't often underestimate others, and he wouldn't make that mistake again.

"I'm sure the students can wait until after dinner for cookies, after all," he raised his eyebrows innocently, "unless you still have errands to do or trouble to get into?" He knew the things on the list Kirby had been given were done, though.

"Otherwise you can tell me about your day." Hank had stopped himself from saying 'yourself.' "Are you finding your way around our little hamlet well enough?"

Post » [0925]

Where » Salem Center

When » 2016-09-03

Phase » Morning


Cheshire » Taking the seat offered, Kirby sat his latte on the table, his near ever present smile adorned his lips. "My day was good, I got up and bounced out of your bed - you should try it more often it's very comfortable actually. Roomy too." he replied as his rolled slightly back and his eyes started to wander around the upper bookshelves which adorned the coffee shop. " I picked up everything I was asked for, from the bits at the hardware store, to the few incidentals at the local market to getting the cookies here. I also hit the library for the Professor. I think I did everything actually, and enjoyed a nice autum stroll to boot." He turned his attention back to Hank as he added, "Did you notice I didn't use the word 'screw' when referring to stuff I picked up at the hardware store." He smiled. "Didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable on purpose." Again he smiled.

"So my day was good. And now your hear and you can help me carry this all home cause your big, and strong, and really thoughtful. Thats why you're hear right? To help me?" Again he smiled at Hank; He enjoyed playing with the Beast.

Post » [0926]

Where » Salem Center

When » 2016-09-03

Phase » Morning

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Beast » Hank had, of course, spent the night in his lab. He was getting some very promising results for the new gene therapy approach he was developing, but a lot of the experiments he was doing needed close observation at the most inconvenient times. Not that convenience was really a factor. Hank spent most of his time either in his lab or with students. Those were more or less his life.

He did maintain rooms in the mansion, though. All the permanent staff did. Rooms which were supposed to be private. A small growl slipped into Hank's voice. "Jackson, my rooms are just that. Mine. I know for a fact I locked my door yesterday morning when I left, so the fact that you were in there proves you broke in. Do you really want to be thrown out of Xavier's that badly?" The tone of his voice showed that he wasn't really angry, just frustrated at Kirby's apparent lack of concern for his own situation.

He leaned back, arms crossed over his broad chest. "And regardless of that, I'm not your pack mule. I'm happy to help anyone in need, as long as they ask. So once you ask, rather than assume, we'll see."

He took a sip of his tea, then looked up confused..."Wait...the library closed while they do work on the ceiling this week. Didn't they?"

Post » [0927]

Where » Salem Center

When » 2016-09-03

Phase » Morning

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