Regroup [Brotherhood]

[Mystique]

Mystique sat on the couch, bringing her knees close to her as she rubbed her temples. The way the Brotherhood had been acting lately, like runaway children just using the house like a whore instead of acting together like a team. They had spent a lot of time working on teamwork, and yet everyone went off on their own. Mystique just felt like an unappreciated mother, rather than a team leader for one of the more feared forces on Earth.

"Brotherhood!" Mystique finally called, going around the property to round everyone together. If she had a more effective way of gathering the group, she'd use it, but as of that point, just yelling at them to meet in the living room had to work. "We need to talk." Once she figured she had gone all around the house, she retreated to the living room herself, sitting back on the couch, crossing her legs as she waited for the team to assemble.

[Liam]

Liam was up in his room, doing nothing in particular when Mystique went shouting around the property. At first he hung out the window, watching her move around outside, amused at how serious she was taking up calling the Brotherhood. Just because he didn't feel like being rushed at that moment, he waited until she came back inside and shut up before he even made to leave from the window. It was a nice day outside, for those people who liked being warm. Liam, on the other hand, liked the cold and night better.

Slowly walking down the stairs, he followed the hallway until he reached the living room, where he thought he had heard Mystique's voice fade. Poking his head around the corner, he found her sitting on the broken down couch against the wall. Raising an eyebrow, he saw that she looked somewhat comfy, so he decided to take a chair before they were all taken. There weren't a lot of chairs in the place. "Why the sudden role call?" Liam asked, deciding it was safe enough to speak, since it was only him and her at the moment.

[Neko]

I had been out working on my bike when Mystique called me in. At first, I deicided to just ignore her, but I wound up draging myself into the house and followed my nose to where Mystique was. I currenly had a lepord tail and ears and my hands were all dirty. I didn't really feel like washing them. I loved the feel of grease on my hands. Sitting down on a chiar, I started to wipe my hands on my jeans. No one could say that I didn't at least try to clean up. I just didn't try very hard.

[Mystique]

Mystique turned her eyes on a kid who walked into the room, who took a seat. He seemed to know what he wanted, only by the way he held himself and they way he moved. "Because the Brotherhood isn't a group of fat mutants who sit on their asses all day," she replied to him. She turned her yellow eyes off of him when another member entered the room. At least there were a few of these mutants who would do something.

Of course, Mystique felt that when it came to hygiene for this girl, she didn't really care. She rolled her eyes as she fell onto one of the chairs, whipping her greasy hand on her jeans. Mystique just hoped that wouldn't transfer to the chair; this place was slummy enough.