Тнe Collecтor |XMEN FIRST CLASS|

I Fucked My Way Into This Mess, I'll Fuck My Way Out (2)

EDITED
JULY 22, 2019

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Annette was not happy.

After 'officially' being admitted into their team of mutants, Eric and Charles lead the girl to her to the place she would be staying for the time being. Before Annette had left she had let the forest and its inhabitants know of her leaving and asked them to look after it. Annette had brought a bag of her needed belongings with her.

After a good nap, she changed into something more comfy. Annette dragged on a pair of yellow and black plaid pants, a cropped black t with a high neck and some converse. A large silver chain handing off the side of her pants. Her purple stripped hair in a messy bun. While leaving out the door, her eyes found her brown leather trench coat. Rolling her eyes she carries it on her arm....just in case.

After that, she was led to a room.

Filled with other mutants.

If Annette was anything it was a loner.

She hated social interaction unless it benefited her and preferred to stay alone in the woods. But the upside of it all was more abilities to add to her collection.

As Annette entered the room filled with chatting mutants, the talking stopped.

Eyes wandered up her long legs, exposed toned stomach, facial piercing and her golden eyes. The streaks of electric purple standing out against the brown of her hair.

Raven bravely stood up and greated the girl with a kind smile.

Shapeshifter.

"I'm Raven, nice to meet you...."

She asks, waiting for the gorgeous girl's name.

"Annette."

She says simply, face expressionless. Her hand grasping at Ravens outstretched one in a friendly handshake. As she does, blue scales pass over the girl's form as she closes her eyes. Nobody seems to notice when her eyes reopen, they seem to have slight dark blue specks to the gold.

She returns with a smirk, walking over more confidently to the group of chairs and sofas. Annette does her rounds, introducing herself to the group and being sure to shake their hand or give them a hug.

New powers soaking into her skin.

Chaotic Energy.
Adaptation.
Flight With Wings. (That one earned a shiver down her spine with purple and gold dragonfly wings tattooed on her back)
Fireball.
Sonic Scream.
Advanced Speed And Strength.

She had gained eight different abilities in the matter of two days. Laying back with a smirk, Annette kicks back her feet and relaxes on a white lounge chair. Happy with the new powers.

The mutants in the room had found the new arrival to be stunning. They lost their breath while laying their eyes on her.

She was confident and laidback.

Annette did NOT want to get attached to any of these people, but it was hard when she already found some of them to be attractive and caring. A kindness she wasn't used too.