Lyta Rose Braddock-Worthington (lytaworthington) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-02-03 14:24:00

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inactive - lyta braddock-worthington, misha loganovich, perenawska, team - x-men

Stealth mode
Having someone that can you teleport you to just about any given destination around comes in handy sometimes. Having decided to stay in New Orleans, Lyta had decided to gather up the remainder of her things from Xavier's.

Another good thing about having someone teleport right to your bedroom, it saved the mess of going through the Mansion, attempting to avoid people that would just ask why you took off so quickly only leaving a hastily written note behind.

Grabbing a suitcase, Lyta began to throw some of her clothes into it. She'd finish quickly and then call Irina to come and get her.

She was so busy making sure her clothes were neatly folded as she put them into her suitcase, she didn't even notice the door was open a teeny-tiny crack. Just open enough for someone to notice if they looked closely enough.

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	mishaloganovich 2010-02-03 06:44 pm UTC (link)
	Somebody was looking more closely. Somebody who'd been running on practically no sleep and compulsively checking on things over and over again. Misha pushed the door open a little bit wider. "You could've just sent for your stuff." (Reply to this)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-03 06:48 pm UTC (link)
	Lyta snapped her head around. "Oh. Hi." Her face turned a shade of red. "I probably could've done that but....I didn't want to risk my clothes getting wrinkled?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2010-02-03 06:50 pm UTC (link)
	"Or just bought new stuff," he continued. He leaned against the doorjamb with his arms folded. "You weren't even going to say good bye?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-03 06:53 pm UTC (link)
	"I was..." She just stood there, fiddling with a t-shirt. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2010-02-03 06:55 pm UTC (link)
	"Is there where I turn around and pretend I didn't see you?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-05 09:36 pm UTC (link)
	She was a little chilly, as they touched down on the terrace. "Still here," she said with a smile. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2010-02-06 08:16 am UTC (link)
	He entered the security code into the keypad and opened the door for her. "Inside and we'll get you warmed up." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-06 03:09 pm UTC (link)
	"Sounds like a plan to me," she said, rubbing her arms as she stepped inside. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2010-02-07 04:13 am UTC (link)
	He entered the kitchen behind her, closed and reset the alarm. The helmet came off first and was set on the table along with the gloves. "Coffee to go with that shower, or would you like something stronger? I can cover all the liquor bases if you want a shot of something." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2010-02-07 07:21 am UTC (link)
	Was it hours later? The next day? Misha couldn't tell and felt too comfortable to turn over to check the bedside clock. He was quite content to be Lyta's pillow. It was the first time in days he was relaxed. (Reply to this)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-07 07:29 am UTC (link)
	Lyta'd lost track of time easily. She didn't want to move, being perfectly comfortable using Misha's chest as a pillow. She opened her eyes slowly and her stomach gave a growl. "Mmmph," she moved in a little closer to him. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2010-02-07 07:35 am UTC (link)
	Misha kissed the top of her head and encouraged her to get as close as she wanted. He took the hand resting on his shoulder and lifted it to his mouth for a playful nibble. "Burgers," he said in a low voice. "Fries. Pizza." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-07 07:39 am UTC (link)
	"Mmhhnmm...hot fudge cake for desert?" She opened her eyes enough to squint at the alarm clock on the nightstand. "Know any good take-out places open at eleven p.m.?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2010-02-09 10:27 pm UTC (link)
	He'd finally fallen asleep. It had taken nearly two days of intense Lyta, but he'd managed a couple of hours' better sleep than he'd had in months. Every bit of him felt good. Eyes closed, he smiled and reached over to the other side of the bed. (Reply to this)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-09 10:35 pm UTC (link)
	Lyta sighed, her eyes closed as she snuggled up against him. "Morning," she muttered, "Or afternoon. Evening. Whatever." She'd lost track of the hours. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2010-02-09 10:38 pm UTC (link)
	"Does it matter?" He gathered her as close as possible and kissed whatever bit of skin was the closest. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-09 10:47 pm UTC (link)
	"Not really," she said with another sigh. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2010-02-09 10:52 pm UTC (link)
	"I wish it didn't." He kissed her forehead. "But I guess we better get back in touch with the outside world other than ordering takeout." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2010-02-10 08:10 pm UTC (link)
	Misha went through the living room to the stairs and froze at the sight of a stranger looking around. This was never good. He dived for a gun clipped underneath the edge of a sofa and rolled to use a chair for coverage. He aimed over it. "Who the hell are you and how did you get in my house!?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	perenawska 2010-02-10 08:13 pm UTC (link)
	Irina's hands did not move for her knives. Instead she bowed. "I am Irina Krylova, Your Highness," she said in heavily accented English. She then bowed. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mishaloganovich 2010-02-10 08:17 pm UTC (link)
	Okay. So far no one had broken in and bowed, and no one had told him the teleporter for the Champions was Russian and in the know. "Lyta, your ride is here!" He lowered the gun and moved around the chair. "My name is Mikhail, Ms. Krylova." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lytaworthington 2010-02-10 08:20 pm UTC (link)
	Lyta made her way into the living room, bag over her shoulders. Her eyes caught the gun on the table. Yeah, should've told Irina to use the front door....but at least no one got shot in the process. "Hi Irina," she said, "I see you've met Misha." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)