Toad

makeyourlist 80.1/5

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 19:51:26 GMT

1. Make a list of things you do in preparation of a special occasion:

- intel
- reconnaissance
- strategic planning
- preparing weapons
- preparing soldiers
- having a drink!

5. Make a list of ways you've helped ~~someone~~ mutants:

- Brussels
- That Starbucks!
- Kansas City
- Maracaibo
- Arequipa
- Osaka
- Phnom Penh
- George Town
- Canterbury
- Vancouver
- Johannesburg
- London
- Fes
- San Fransico
- New York
- Mexico City
- just to name a very few. More to add soon.

Bromance Plans.

Mon, 15 Jun 2009 18:59:16 GMT

ooc: notbyalongshot used with permission!

"I don't see why this is so important."

The blond, shaggy haired mutant, with his right eye aglow, stood lazily against the wall, arms crossed. He puffed up a bit of air, trying to get the stay lock away from hanging in his face.

Longshot continued, unimpressed, "He's not one of us. Not any more."

Toad was busy, four digits moving fast over the keyboard. "He is," Toad insisted. "And he's the best one to do that job."

Longshot snorted. "Anyone could do that job, with me there."

Toad croaked out laughter. "You do make things easier, mate." But he shook his head. "Pyro. We need Pyro to pull this off."

"And you miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiss him," Longshot jabbed teasingly, though he rolled his eyes. "I thought he was the fag."

Toad stopped what he was doing, and put a hand over his heart. "Ours," he started dramatically, "is a Bromance for the ages."

They both burst out into laughter.

"Plus," Longshot added, "you need him to pull this off."

Toad nodded. "Plus, I need him to pull this off," Toad agreed with a wicked grin.

Longshot pushed off the wall, walked over up behind the green mutant, and peered over his shoulder. "And just how are you going to get him? He doesn't like you. You did almost kill him,"Longhot pointed out. His face contorted into a sneer. "After he betrayed you."

Toad waved his hand absently. "Bridge under the water!" he exclaimed cheerfully. He did a couple quick clicks, and a series of photographs started to flip across the screen. Places. And people. Mostly people. It slowed a little right towards the end, and there were photographs of grubby teens, a very buff male, a couple different blond girls, a brunette with a child, a red head chick, a brother and sister with raven-hair, and then, finally...

"That," Toad said triumphantly, "is how we're going to get to Pyro."

The picture was of a young blond male, standing in front of a classroom wearing a goofy tie. He was obviously talking animatedly over whatever it was he was teaching the class- his hands were frozen in a mid-air gestures and there was a wide, cheerful smile across his face.

Longshot continued to look unimpressed. "Why not the other one?"

"The sister," Toad said. His eyes glossed over with lust and admiration. "She's a killer." He shook it off, and nodded firmly. "Nope, he's the way. The love of Pyro's life. The one that," Toad said, voice turning rough and angry, "that got him away in the first place."

Longshot shrugged. "So, how're we going to do it? Framing, maiming, kidnapping, or," an evil grin crossed his handsome features, "murder?"

"YES!" Toad said with loud, vague enthusiasm.

They both laughed.

[meta] Toad: Reboot.

Sun, 14 Jun 2009 02:46:40 GMT

My mun tried to retire me, the slag! But you can't keep a good mutant down, I says!

I'm here, Reboot style, just like Spock. Only my ears aren't pointy! But I'm all for living long and prospering. I rock the hand sign thingy too, you know.

(Also, did you see that scene with the green chick? HOT. Hot, I tell you. So lovely, all the green skin. Mmmmm.)

So, yeah, I'm out of retirement and back. Bigger, better, and greener then ever.

[Mun notes: Toad is around for my own plots/purposes, not to step on any toes. You don't want him bugging you, you just let me know, and he'll keep quiet in regards to your muse. Probably. Also, I know there's other Brotherhood plots going on, but since I've been working on this one (albiet, very very slowly, and I forgot to mention I brought Toad out of retirement, though he's been showing up on John's/JP's journals), I'm just going to continue, and it's not connected to anything else other then, well, this. :) Feel free to ignore it/handwave/whatever you need to do. It is not binding to any muse other then Pyro, unless you want it to be. :) I'm open to communication on that!]

OOC: waves goodbye

Sun, 22 Feb 2009 04:52:08 GMT

The time has come to "retire" this muse.

Now, don't get me wrong... Toad has a tendency to pop up in the most unwanted places at the most inconvenient times. (Just ask Jean-Paul Beaubier.) And he might do that, from time to time, if he so feels like it.

But, basically? The mun is dropping him from any commitment communities and will not be playing out a plot with him any longer.

Let's just say he goes on being his wickedly slimy evil Brotherhood bad guy minion self, while having a wonderfully twisted relationship with one Miss Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins - aka Anya Luv or strngly_literal (I'm sending you a million and one hugs and kisses, Anya!mun. Thank you so much for playing with my green dude. Playing out the Toad/Anya relationship has been a BLAST. ♥)

And, of course, he'll always hold Aurora close to his, um, heart. ;)

And many thanks to everyone else who interacted with and/or supported this muse. Some of you have been great and I heart you for it. :D

Toodles, mates!

couples_therapy 47.2 - What do you want?

Mon, 12 Jan 2009 06:34:29 GMT

Let me tell you what I want!

I want my ANYA LUV.

And I have her, I do!

But there are many ways I want her.

I want her happy. I want her loved and cared for. I want her angry and with a paddle! I want her in a little pink teddy lingerie. I want her stark naked wearing nothing but a whip cream bikini. I want her to approve a Anya/Toad/Aurora threesome, where I'm in the middle - I'm the meat! I want her all cute and cozy and cuddling while we watch television. I want her to want me. I want her to luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuve me. I want to watch her rip out the intenstines of some cheating low life bastard.

But always, aaaaaaalways... I want her with me! Always! And we'll figure out just how that'll go - white picket fences or big open lofts or a hidden little bungleow or whatever the bloody hell we want! It'll be bloody amazing, is what it is! Anya luv, with me! Just as I want. :D

It's a mutual want, I'm confident of. ~~Maybe not the threesome thing, but we shall see!~~

on_thecouch 32.1 - Worthwhile

Sun, 11 Jan 2009 02:36:00 GMT

It took a long time before Mortimer Toynbee realized that something could be worthwhile.

A runaway from the orphanage at the tender age of nine, life on the streets was mean and harsh and cruel. Especially to a young boy with green skin, four fingered hands, and knobbly knees.

And then the mutant powers developed, making all of that make sense... but it didn't seem worthwhile. Things were still mean and harsh and cruel... humans were mean and harsh and cruel.

Mutants were worthless. Lower then low. The scum of the earth. Not at all worthwhile for anything. That's what he learned when he was young.

It was only when Mortimer Toynbee - Toad - joined the Brotherhood that anything started to mean anything. Magneto showed him. Magneto taught him the way. Taught him that things could be worthwhile - and were. For the Cause.

The destruction he causes. The illegal activities he performs. The lives he takes.

It all means something.

It's all worthwhile.

And so is Toad.

He wouldn't have it any other way.

He can't.

Not anymore.

Toad / Mortimer Toynbee
X-Men
185 words

on_thecouch 31.1 - Stop staring at me.

Sun, 21 Dec 2008 05:55:33 GMT

The little boy with the mute-green skin sat at the end of the table. There was a new kid there now, little and tiny, like the rest of them, but younger.

Mortimer never paid much attention to the other orphans, he'd much rather spend time by himself rather then put up with them, but he knew this kid was new. He knew because this one wouldn't stop staring at him. It isn't anything out of the ordinary, because Mortimer is used to being seen that way - out of the ordinary. Different. Green. A freak.

Mortimer tries his best to continue on eating his meager meal, head ducked down, spooning the watery oatmeal into his mouth. He glances up briefly every ones in a while, never making eye contact with the kid, but just enough to know he's being watched.

Finally, he looks the kid right in the eye. The other little boy freezes in spot, spoon half way up to his mouth.

Mortimer hisses, low and scary, "Stop. Staring. At. Me.

The spoon clatters to the table, little bits of oatmeal flying everywhere. The boys stands up so quickly his chair flies backwards, and he goes off running to one of the orphanage workers.

Mortimer chuckles to himself.

If you can't join them, may as well scare them the heck away.

on_thecouch 23.2 - Past, present, and future.

Sat, 08 Nov 2008 18:39:28 GMT

Before

All the other little orphans were outside, so the playroom of the orphanage was empty.

Save for one little boy. Little freak, the others called him.

Mortimer Toynbee sat in the middle of the circled carpet. He leaned back lazily, propped up with his hands, and his four-toed foot (albeit, in a sock) pushed at a little toy dump truck.

He liked these quiet times, when the other kids were outside or otherwise occupied. It's when he got some rest, when he wasn't all shy or scared or taunted or abused. He felt more like himself, when he didn't have to worry about it. He felt like he could be himself, without them there.

These times were far and few in between. He knew he didn't belong here. And he knew why.

He glanced up at the full-length mirror hanging on the wall. It was decorated to fit in a child's playroom, with what were supposed to be bright coloured polk-a-dots, but they were fading now. Even the glass itself seemed faded, not real glass but something else that was able to reflect yourself back at you. Full of scratches, too.

But it was enough. Enough to see himself.

Mortimer crawled across the floor, then sat crouched in front of the mirror. Knobbly knees and deformed limbs helped him sit better this way. It was how he was most comfortable, and it never escaped the attention of anyone else.

He tilted his head to the side as he looked at himself, his muddy brown eyes sweeping over the reflection.

Green skin. He had this green skin that none of the others had. He didn't know why. He rather liked it, but no one else did.

He reached his hand out to touch his reflection, but then stopped part way, and looked at his fingers instead. Three fingers and a thumb. He was missing a finger. And his feet were missing a toe. He didn't know why those extra ones were there anyway; so while he was missing it, he sure didn't miss it.

He sat completely still, and just looked at himself. He never once wished he didn't look like this; instead, he thought all the other boring looking flesh-bag kids should look like him. Clearly he was better, even if there was only one of him. Especially for it.

Someday, he'd prove it.

His short pink tongue ran over teeth, dipping into the gaps where his baby teeth had fallen out. That was something similar to the other kids, so maybe he wasn't all that different. Not completely, anyway. They didn't see it that way, though.

And still, he winced and crawled off to his lonely corner when the doors banged open, indicating the others orphans were on their way back inside.

Now

Toad whistles to himself a jaunty sort of tune as he towels himself off after his shower. He stands at the counter and wipes the steam from the mirror with the end of the towel. He flashes a wide smile, with crooked teeth, at himself.

"Hellooooo, Handsome!"

He may be a macho man, but he doesn't mind slathering the manly-scented lotion that Anya bought him over his dark green skin; he is, after all, getting ready for a date with her so she'll be pleased with it. And thanks to all the chemical shit thatWeaponX pumped into him, it did turn the dull green into something a little more vibrant. (Not that there was anything wrong with it before because he'd take dull green over months of experimentation on his person!)

His tongue, the long green tongue, shot out across the bathroom and grabbed the bottle of hair gel from the cabinet, and snapped it back towards him. Toad caught it easily in his hands and squirted some of the goop into his palm. He rubbed his hands together, and ran the eight fingers through his hair, spiking it up juuuuust right.

He paused for just one moment, his arms brought up like that making his biceps bulge. He'd been rather fit for a long time but yep, WeaponX gave him perma-muscles, and there wasn't an inch of him that wasn't in the most perfect, muscular shape, even if it was over odd limbs. Still, he was perfect!

He flexed a bicep. "Look at those guns!" he said happily to himself. He held it up to his face and kissed it. "Yeah, baby. Oh yeeeeah."

He resumed his jaunty tune as he stepped out into the main area of his bedroom. In one leap, he jumped clear across it and landed neatly in front of his wardrobe. He was crouched down, that position still the most comfortable for him, though he certainly didn't mind standing up tall. Which he had to do to grab his clothes from the hangers. He gets dressed in smart trousers and a crisp shirt, with enough give in them so he can crouch and leap or whatever else he may need to do.

He stood up straight in front of the full length mirror, and smirked as a brown eye winked back at him. "Looking bloody good there, mate," he said happily to himself. He took off to go and fetch his date.

Someday

Toad stood in the armoury, putting on the suit that was build especially for him. Lightweight and flexible, so that he could move as he needed, but it fit over his oddly shaped limbs and the small spikes the now grew out of his spine. That was always the hardest part of putting it on, and he had to use the mirror to help see and guide it over.

Under the amour, the once vibrant green skin had some graying, dull spots on it. Under the helmet, there was no more hair. The chemicals pumped into him during that second stint in WeaponX did have a negative side effect on him that way. But he was still as muscular as ever, and his tongue was double the length it used to be. He was still better then ever. He was still Toad.

Someone walked into the room, and Toad's red eyes flashed up to the mirror to see who it was. It was The Boss.

"Ready, Lieutenant Toad?" asked the thick, thick Russian accent.

The man, god almost, looked like shining armour, but that was just how his body was. No one could remember the last time he took on his flesh form - an old legend said that his heart had been cut out and so he stayed metal so that he didn't dye. Toad wasn't sure and he sure as bloody hell wasn't about to ask.

Toad gave a grin, flashing the two rows of straight, yet sharply pointed, teeth.

"Ready, Sir."

Today was a day for battle. Toad was ready.

Toad had been built for that.

ooc: The future section of this ficlet is supposed to be a referral to tm_colossus's Lost In the Future plot. ~~Which I really, really need to wrap up someday.~~

couples_therapy 38.3. What do you and your partner fight over?

Fri, 07 Nov 2008 21:33:36 GMT

Once in a while, me and Anya will fight over who has done the most horrific, evilest deeds!

We have to go on a week by week basis, you see. She's a vengeance demon, and has been around for quite some time, my lovely lady has. Over a thousand years! I know that, overall, she has me beat, hands down!

But that doesn't mean that my badness isn't bad too! I mean, I've done some stuff in my time. Bad stuff! Evil, villainous stuff. I AM a villain after all. I can be bad! And I haveeeeeeevil weeks too!

And so we "fight" over who gets the Bad Crown for the week and sometimes she's queen and sometimes I'm king and when she's queen she sometimes makes me crawl on all fours and kiss her feet and then there's whips and chains and...

...

Mmmmm. Where was I? OH RIGHT. The fighting part that paves the way to the fun servitude stuff! Now THAT'S fun too. It gets loud and violent and there's throwing stuff and being pushed and slapped around and ...

...

Mmmmm.

I don't mind fighting over who is the most evil at all. Not at all. Fighting with Anya is fun!

on_thecouch 20.2 - Seizing the day!

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 18:18:45 GMT

"Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary." John Keating Dead Poets Society

Magneto used to say that to me a lot. "Seize the day!" and I would add, "By the throat!" and he would laugh. Because it's funny, only not in a joking way. In a true blue sort of way! (I wish that green rhymed with true because things are so much truer in green then in blue, mates. No jokes with that one! Alas, no fun rhyming games with that for me.)

Anywho... That's exactly the way it's done here in the Brotherhood. It isn't some sort of touchy-feeling, "Okay, now, boys and girls, do the best that you can!" sort of mentality. It's a, "We're the best, so let's show them all!" one.

Because we ARE the best. We know it, and you know it, everybody knows it so let's just all admit it now, okay?

I've seized the day plenty of times. It usually involves neck-cracking! Like that time that guard tried to shoot Pyro (oh, wait, John, bah!) and he did end up shooting him but I stopped him from shooting him dead by grabbing him by the neck with my tongue and SNAP. And that other guard at the Sentinel Factory SNAP. And then there were those bloody Friends of Humanity guys SNAP SNAP SNAP. And theWeaponX guys SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP. AND there was that girl that I used to lure John SNAP. And those two spy guys last week SNAP SNAP.

I take seizing the day by the throat quite literally. It's the best way to do it! Very effective. You feel the crunch and hear the snap and you think to myself, "Well, Self, that day has been seized."

I bloody love being Brotherhood.

couples_therapy 34.4

Tue, 07 Oct 2008 17:47:55 GMT

Prompt: Discuss someone you had feelings for who was either out of reach (such as a celebrity) or fictional.

Out of reach? Out of reach! There is no such thing when a studmuffin like me is trying to woo a woman! I could get any of the fine ladies I wanted, I'm sure of it. I KNOW IT. They couldn't resist the charms of Toad!

I mean... sure, I mean, I realize that in the 90s Pamala Anderson was very busy trying to get her acting career off the ground so I just didn't bother her so that the lovely could work on that! I'm sure it took a lot of focus learning lines for Baywatch, you know!

And I decided the Julia Robert's laugh was just a little too annoying to put up with anyway.

Britney Spear may be a craaaaaazy girl and that could be fun but I'm not going to mess up a young mother's attempts to straighten up her life and get things right with her children!

And Professor McGonagall isn't even real so I don't know why this question is asking about fictional characters. Why would I even try to act on feelings for a fictional character. That's just CRAZY. Crazy in a crazy way, and maybe I'm crazy but I'm sure not crazy crazy!!

However. NONE of those lovely ladies matter, especially since I have the loveliest lady of them all... My Anya Luv! She is everything and everything I could possibly want, so I don't even have any of those kinda of feelings for stupid celebrity women anyway! She's the star of my life! Front and center and should be making millions and millions of dollars and maybe nudie calenders too. She'd make a lovely nudie calender, she is so very visually stimulating!

on_thecouch 14.4 - The Lost Boys

Sun, 24 Aug 2008 20:49:21 GMT

Prompt: Inspired from the movie title The Lost Boys.

The fire in the metal garbage can burned bright, though it stunk rancid of the garbage that was burning in it. Still, it was warming on this cold fall night and for a mutant living on the streets, there weren't a lot of other choices.

Sixteen year old Mortimer Toynbee stood by the can. He'd prefer to be squatting down, as it was the most comfortable position for him, though he had no problem standing up straight in the least - and it was the best way to hold his fingerless-gloved hands over the fire.

The area he was in was a bit of a dangerous one, though Morty didn't feel out of place here - at his young age, he already knew how dangerous he could be. But it was a mixed area, both human and mutant homeless people gathered here. He hated the humans, the way even the poor street-living ones with no home or money or respect or dignity, looked down on him. They had no excuse for it, really, they could live in society just fine if they would find themselves a bloody job - Morty would be turned down in a second flat for trying, his green skin and oddly shaped limbs a dead give-away of being homo superior. Humans, even the ones on the lowest rung on society, were despicable.

A very large, broad man walked over to the can, and held his hands over the fire too. At a closer inspection, Morty could see the youthfulness of his face, and he realized this person couldn't be much older then him.

The teen looked back at him, could obviously see the green skins and the four-digit fingers hovering over the heat of the fire. And he didn't say a damn thing about it. "I'm Fred," he said.

"Morty."

"They call me Blob, sometimes."

"Is that your real name?" Morty asked. It was street code for: Are you a mutant? And by the looks of this guy, he really possibly could be.

The teen nodded. "Yes."

Morty grinned, baring his teeth. "I'm Toad."

The other boy nodded. "Nice to meet you, Toad."

"You too, Blob. Haven't seen you around here before." Toad had been staying in this city for a few weeks, and he'd already become quite familiar with the underground mutant community. It wasn't that hard, if you knew how to look. Toad had been living on the streets since he was nine years old - he knew how to look.

"I'm new to the area. I'm looking for them."

Toad went still at this. He may know how to look, but there was a certain group that couldn't be found if they didn't want to be, and when they did, you couldn't miss them. Toad tilted his head to the side. "I've heard they're going on a recruitment drive soon."

Blob nodded. "Me too. It's why I'm here."

"Me too."

The large teen boy smiled. "Perhaps we'll be Brethren."

Toad shot out his tongue up into the sky to snap at a bird that was flying too low for survive. Toad missed it, but be didn't feel disappointed at the moment. He looked at Blob and smiled.

"We already are."

For couples_therapy 27. 3. Comfortable relationships.

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 16:45:47 GMT

Prompt: Are you more comfortable when a relationship you're in progresses quickly or slowly?

I like a relationship that moves FAST. Because then you get to the sex faster!!

I would say I'm quite comfortable with that, yes.

Seriously, though... wait, my previous statement WAS serious... Anyway! I don't mind relationships moving fast at all. I'm a fidgety kind of guy, I can't just sit around and wait for the woman to come around and decide if she likes me or not! It needs to be instant! Passionate! Connection, baby, and it really can happen fast!

That's what happened with me and my Anya luv. One day it was all, "Hi, I'm Toad and I'm green and I think you're HOT" - which is totally the way to woo women, you know. Except not everyone can be green and awesome like me! - and the next day it was all, "WE ARE BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND YAY!"

Only, less like high school because we had really great and kinky sex.

Believe me, high school students wouldn't have had the experience to pull THAT off. :D

on_thecouch 8.1 How do you resolve issues?

Sun, 20 Jul 2008 19:14:57 GMT

Well, that one is easy. With anger! No, really, it so helps deal with issues!! Work through the anger!!

There's a lot of different ways to do this. Yelling, for one. Smashing things is another. And robbing banks! Oooo, I was mad when Mike took my money, so I took some back! I also have a tendency to blow things up when I'm pissed at something. I mean, that whole human issue is such a pain in the ass, blowing up stuff is a good way of dealing with that!

That's how Pyro (John now, bah!) and Mike and I dealt with Sentinel issues last year. We blew up one of their factories, and stole some information, and that was a blast! And I dealt with that guard-with-a-gun issue by snapping his neck. It was great! And then we BLEW UP THE PLACE. Hurrah for explosions and dealing with issues!!

I will also sometimes do some yoga, to reach an inner zen. That's very important, you know.

couples_therapy 23.3 - Discuss a habit you have that your partner may not approve of.

Sun, 20 Jul 2008 18:44:02 GMT

What are you talking about??? Why do these questions always... question our relationships!! I mean, come on, some of us have bloody good relationships! We don't need to bring up bollocks like this. Especially if our relationships are AWESOME and don't have any issues!

My girlfriend, the absolutely fabulous, delectable, visually stimulating Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins, approves of me in EVERY single way!! There aren't any habits of mine she doesn't approve of! She doesn't mind that I leave my strategic plans and papers lying all over the kitchen after an all-nighter of crime planning! She doesn't mind that I sometimes practice using my adhesive spit in the living room - I will have you know, it holds up pictures really well! And she doesn't even mind that I leave the wrappers for my chocolate covered bugs all over the apartment!!

She loves me, habits and all!!!

Okay, so I left the toilet seat up one too many times. The other day, in the middle of the night, she got up to use the loo and her cute little bum fell right in! She was more than a little pissed off at that, and I'm still paying for it. Thankfully, the punishment involves handcuffs and whips, and I totally don't mind!!

on_thecouch 6.3 - Do over!

Sat, 05 Jul 2008 23:06:46 GMT

Are there things I would do over? OF COURSE there are things I would do over. There are many great things I have done that I would like to do again.

Top of my list? My girlfriend. OH I WILL DO HER next time I see her. OVER and OVER. But more about that at couples_therapy!!

I would also join the Brotherhood over – oh, wait. I am STILL with the Brotherhood – leading them even! I don’t have to worry about doing that one over…

I would totally do what I did to Pyro over again. In fact, I should see if I have any of that potion still in stalk… What am I saying?? Anya owns a MAGIC SHOP? ~~Okay, so I used some of her contacts the first time around…~~ Meh, whatever, the kid is so not worth my time anymore.

What else would I do over? OH! That time that I did that thing down in Brazil with those bugs and the whiskey and the shotgun? I would TOTALLY do that again!!! HAHAHAAA….

Blowing up Starbucks. Stealing from those banks. Recruiting [insert name here], heh, that’s awesome. Saving Longshot from the Island. Killing those WeaponX guys… YEP. All things I would do over. And there is lots more stuff… and I’m sure there are lots of simple things I’ll do over again too. Like go to that awesome strip club in Mexico! ~~If my girlfriend lets me… OH MAYBE SHE’LL COME WITH ME. That’s hot.~~

I would totally do over that one time we all went to Disney. That was fun! And there was this kid who asked me if I was Kermit and I said no but I was his cousin and he said I was the coolest guy ever… that was awesome! Even if it was some stupid human kid. At least I didn’t blow up the It’s A Small World After All ride… all those friggin singing dolls! THAT is a part of the Disney trip I would change… not hitting every single one of them with my tongue!!! And breaking them! Worst ten minutes of my life and OMG IT’S IN MY HEAD NOW.

Bloody hell. I should redo this prompt over so that it’s not in my head!!!

couples_therapy 19.2

Wed, 02 Jul 2008 22:47:34 GMT

Patient Name: Toad!
Fandom: X-Men
Partner: strngly_literal (Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins)
Prompt: 19.2 - My partner will always understand...

My partner will always understand that I...

Am a BAD GUY. And she loves me for it!

She doesn't care that I snap humans necks with my tongue!! She doesn't care that blew up a Starbucks that refused to serve me coffee!! In fact, I'm pretty darn sure she thought it was HOT. Because I AM hot. I'm a Bad Guy! We're always ridiculously handsome!!!

She doesn't care that I tried to kill my EX best friend after he betrayed me. Hell, she's a vengeance demon, for crying out loud. She was probably PROUD of me for trying to take out that little worm.

And I KNOW she doesn't mind that I've been robbing banks recently! I mean, a terrorist has to make money too! We can't always be in it for the kicks of blowing up buildings!!

Basically, my partner understands me. Because she is AWESOME. And she loves me for me!! A BAD GUY.

TM 235 - Show us where you live.

Fri, 27 Jun 2008 15:43:05 GMT

What? NO WAY!

I'm not showing anyone where I live. Because if I do that, you bloody goody-goodies will come and track me down and throw me intoWEAPONX... AGAIN... and I will not let that happen. I will not. No sirree-bob!

I don't have a specific home, anyway. I am a wanderer. Nomadic. Transient. I live anywhere and everywhere that I please. I got where I'm needed, and I go where I need to go. It's always been that way, ever since I was 9 years old and left that god-awful orphanage. And there is NOTHING any of you can do about that.

My home is this world - this world full of its anti-mutant sentiment and it's hate and crime towards my kind. But we all know that I am going to make it BETTER and I will make it so that people like ME can have loving and stable homes. When that day comes - and it WILL - I will show you my home.

[super-duper locked to Anya]

For the time being, I will come and visit your home! Yay!

on_thecouch 3.3 - How are you?

Mon, 09 Jun 2008 22:56:43 GMT

ooc: Oh, man. I am so so sorry. :D

Oh my god. Oh. My. God. OH MY GOD! I am bloody FANTASTIC!

My lady love, Anya luv, and I have been REUNITED! After having not had any contact for months due to that whole BEING IN AN EXPERIMENTAL FACILITY thing, and as well as ~~hiding out~~ being in Full Recruitment Mode right now.

But, she's back! I'm back. WE are BACK and we're as wonderfully delicious as always.

Speaking of delicious, she got me some very lovely Virtual Gifts for my profile page and let me tell you! I am going to return the kindness in full when I next see her! I'll buy her a DOZEN real red roses! And then I'm going to buy a real can of whipping cream and put a lovely little cloud of whipping cream on each of her toes and lick it off - with my TONGUE. And then I am going to have a real bottle of champaign and drizzle it over her belly and lick it off with my tongue.

And then we'll have lots of sex!

Oh, yeah. I'm doing good. Please excuse me while I go to my room.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Can't wait to see you next, Anya luv!!! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Therapy!

Wed, 04 Jun 2008 03:31:25 GMT

So, I joined a therapy comm! I sure did!! WHAT? All the cool kids are doing it! EXCEPT I'M NOT COPYING YOU, SALLY! OTHER PEOPLE ARE DOING IT TOO!!!! Brat.

Anyway, here is my awesome introduction to the comm, and the following is my first prompt response!

Prompt 1.3 (Mommy Issues) & Prompt 1.4 (Daddy Issues) for on_thecouch

Well, see, this topic I don't think really applies to me. I don't have Mummy OR Daddy issues… because I never had a Mummy or a Daddy!

You see, I was dropped off at an orphanage in London when I was but a wee little baby, only a couple months old. Seems my folks (or maybe just my ma?) couldn't deal with having a bouncing baby boy with green skin and four digits on each hand.

My parents were obviously anti-mutant. Not that you even know that a child is a mutant when they're first born, maybe I just had funny skin. Did they ever think about that? Did they? NO. No they did not, they just decided to bail and dump me, just because I was different.

Humans.

Sure, the kids were cruel and the care-givers uncaring (obviously lacking in the skill set for their profession) and I took off from the orphanage at the tender age of nine, but you know what? I'm a better man for it! I learned that you need to look out for yourself, that you make your own family, and that it's not the blood that counts but that extra special genetic code that does, and that you fight back against those who would try to kick you down.

See? Obviously, no issues whatsoever!

This therapy thing is easy!

TM Prompt 232 - Is there a situation when it is appropriate to be unkind?

Sun, 01 Jun 2008 03:12:05 GMT

ooc: Just a reminder, Toad is a villain, and his mun does not share any of his feelings and/or beliefs.

Yes!

When people are unkind to you, you should be unkind right back. I'm a chipper sort of chap, and I try to remain so, but sometimes it's hard, you know? Especially when people are saying really mean things about you! And when they're kicking you, especially if they're kicking you when you're down! That's when you should hop right back up and start kicking back!

Also, if you're a human. Humans are the meanest creatures of all, and not at all kind to mutants! You wouldn't believe the unkindness I have seen in the human race, and the world really will be a better place when mutants take over. And the homo sapiens will have their payback, oh yes they will!!

Also, if your best friend betrays you and sends you to a facility where they conduct excruciatingly painful experiments on you, that is a very appropriate moment to be unkind back! I mean, come on, I can't believe all the people that are all BOO HOO over him, but it makes me laugh with glee over the other people who are showing him the appropriate unkindness that they are! ROCK ON, SISTER FRIENDS. (And Brother friends, if you happen to be of the male gender and you're being a big asshole to this particular person.) GOOD ON YOU!

So, yes, I'm all eye for an eye and the whole lot! There are most certainly moments where it's appropriate to be unkind. And don't you go yelling at me and telling me there aren't, because then you're a hypocrite. Everyone has their moments when they take happiness in being unkind to others. It's just that sometimes, they're big wieners who feel guilty afterward. Guilty smilty! Revel in the experience, it'll do you a lot of good!

Fandom: X-Men
Muse: Toad / Mortimer Toynbee
Words: 300

Prompt 229 - If you could get anyone drunk, who would it be and what would you do?

Sun, 11 May 2008 23:01:00 GMT

Well, now, I’ll tell you who I want to take out drinking, and why.

My new buddy, Longshot (notbyalongshot), for the Brotherhood Initiation!

Come on now, Rogue, I know you remember your Brotherhood Initiation, don’t you? Because you were that, and you shouldn’t forget and neither should anyone else – Brotherhood! The Initiation says so, you know! That and those crimes and murders and stuff you did in our name. Go you!!

You were a little cutie, there, drinking up a storm and singing karaoke and dancing across the stage. Good times! And that Pyro, what a pal, carrying you out of the bar when you couldn’t walk your own drunk ass out. *laughs* That Pyro, he was always good to have around for being a DD.

But don’t you all get sucked into his “I don’t drink!” BS, because he went through his own Brotherhood Initiation. I bet he didn’t bother ever telling you that story, did he? It was long before Rogue or Sally came around, just when it was Magneto and me and [classified] and [classified] and [classified] and [classified] and [classified] and [classified] and we took the little Golden Boy out and HAHAHHAAAAAA… that little shit. Good times.

A missing story, I guess, but for how long? I personally don’t feel like telling it right now. Meh. Over and done with.

But, I’ll gladly tell you the story of me and Longshot going out for a good pisser of a drunk night! But not until afterwards because you nosy nosy pantses (MIKE! You shouldn’t have destroyed my places. You destroyed too much and a life!) will just try to arrest us or blah blah blah and we’re going to go out and have a good night! Without you all crashing it!

So, yes. I would take Longshot out to get drunk for his Brotherhood Initiation. And maybe we’ll get lucky and win some pool or a bar fight! Lucky! HAHAHAHAAAAAA…..

… this makes sense, I swear.

You know who else I would take out to get drunk? Sylar! And the only ‘why’ for that would be because he is my buddy and it’s been much too long since we’ve gone out and gotten drunk together! Sylar buddy! We should do that soon. Those Irish car bombs can kick our asses once again! :-)

RP: The New Recruit [completed]

Mon, 05 May 2008 22:45:46 GMT

OOC: RP with notbyalongshot. Many hugs and virtual cookies to Longshot!mun for picking up this bad boy and coming to play! YAY!

Note: Longshot is based on Ultimate X-Men, so he is a mutant (and not an alien clone guy?) We just played around with the background a little (as I have done with my Ultimate!Toad) to fit in with the RP verse we play in. Takes place a few days after this.

Mortimer Toynbee might be a lot of things… actually, he was a lot of things… but one of those things, believe it or not, was being very attentive to mutant issues. And any mutants that might be slighted by those mere human beings that plagued the earth.

And he was very good at recruiting them too. Sure, the Brotherhood was in a bit of a tough spell at the moment, but Toad was an optimistic sort of fellow.

And while he's out there, making stupid goofy jokes about marrying Harry Osborn (who wasn't even in the same league as Toad. Obviously,) Toad was still very serious and attentive to the needs of the Brotherhood. He was scouring far and wide to find likely candidates to come into the fold as they waited for their real fearless leader to return.

His luck was looking up when he found a video on YouTube, of all the places.

It was a hoax, all the little forums, teeny-boppers and news people alike said. There was no way that people would be allowed to hunt a human being like that. It was just a very well done and interesting cinematic attempt by some amateur would-be director, they were quite certain.

Besides, it's not like some human could possibly be that lucky to escape the traps, and dodge the bullets, and make it through that forest on that small island that didn't seem to exist anywhere at all, and surviving the Hunt for a couple weeks. Just impossible.

Toad's attention was caught when he saw one of the Hunters. He paused the little video, and stared and stared and stared.

Toad never forgot a face.

And that face, he saw a lot of while being tortured at WeaponX. That face laughed as the rest of the body did the torturing. The one face that was on leave when Toad and Sylar burned that facility to the ground.

Toad agreed with all those folks. No human could possibly survive being prey like that to a WeaponX guard with all that technology used to track and kill mutants.

Hell. This guy must be one hell of a mutant to be able to do that, the lucky sod.

And no one seemed to notice. No one seemed to care. And no one seemed to be doing anything about it.

Toad noticed. Toad cared.

And Toad was sure as bloody hell going to do something about it.

And maybe get a recruit, too!

---

A few days of work, and Toad had been able to track down the small island that was being used for the sick game of Hunt The Mutie. Thanks to all that WeaponX technology he stole, he was able to hack into some systems, get some information, and all that. It wasn't an official WeaponX compound, but it sure was used by some of the employees of WeaponX.

Those on leave who just couldn't bear to spend any time away from torturing mutants, apparently.

Toad did his thing, his reconnaissance and his espionage. And he broke onto that island, one Hunt Day nonetheless, and it was Toad who became the hunter, with prey who didn't know he was even there.

---

Arthur Centino was dead. Longshot was a dead man, but he was still very much alive. Arthur Centino died the moment he set foot on the island, while Longshot watched. It was his human name, his flatscan alias, and he wouldn’t be needing it here.

But it was still what the flatscans insisted on calling him.

“Target is spotted, Centino’s in the trees. He’s headed towards cliff side.”

Longshot yanked himself up higher, out of sight. He wasn’t worried about guns, or the Hunters getting a good aim, he just didn’t like being watched. It was harder to navigate up here, but he also wasn’t worried about slipping and falling. Longshot had incredible balance.

He had to lose these flatscans. They were too close, pesky and annoying and Longshot was running out of tricks. They wouldn’t kill him, or correction, they couldn’t kill him, because he was far too talented to get picked off by the slow, bumbling humans who were “hunting” him. But every time they got close, Longshot had to perform another impossible feat (and usually fake his death) and pretty soon even people as stupid as they were would figure out his power. And then? Well, it would just make it less convenient for him. It didn’t mean his life would be in danger. Longshot never worried about things like that.

“He must not realize what he’s doing. Once he hits the cliff he’ll be backed against the wall.”

Stupid man. Longshot rolled his eyes, effectively turning his next leap from tree to tree into a blind one. He landed perfectly. Cliffs don’t have walls. Only windows.

He leapt down from his position in the trees, landing squarely on the shoulders of the slowest Hunter. The man collapsed under the weight, and before he’d hit the ground, Longshot was already moving, taking another out with a kick to the face. The third was faster than his friends, and had his gun drawn. The sound echoed off the trees, and Longshot dove behind the staggered man he’d kicked, yanking his arm behind his back and effectively using him as a shield. The man with the gun seemed to think he’d have good enough aim to spare his buddy.

Big mistake.

Longshot twisted, and the bullet found home just under the Hunter’s chin. He dropped the body to the ground, taking advantage of the gunner’s stunned silence to make a break for the cliff. There was a flash of yellow, and then he was gone, over the edge.

“Target is down. It’s all rocks at the bottom, there’s no way he could have survived.” That didn’t stop the man from firing a few rounds into the water, just to be sure.

---

"I wouldn't go that way if I were you, mate."

The mutant paused, looking around for the voice, looking a little bit terrified.

Toad jumped down from the tree up above, one of the Hunters held tight in his grip, though the bloke was still alive… barely. Toad had already beat the living tar out of him.

The mutant stared at Toad. "How'd…"

"The internet is a wonderful thing," Toad nodded sagely, then gave a bit toothy grin. With one hand, he held the Hunter – the guy Toad knew from WeaponX – high up in the air. "So, about the other way… you'll find his buddy if you go that way. Which, hey, don't blame you if you want to go and tear him to shreds." Toad eyes glinted maliciously. "I have my own personal beef with this one."

Toad threw the body up in the air, and snapped out his tongue. It circled the guy's neck, and he snapped it, while at the same time flinging the body at a nearby tree trunk. It hit with a crack, and whether that was the tree or the man, Toad didn't know. Didn't care.

"Why, hullo mate!" Toad said cheerfully, turning to the mutant, as if they had just met up at a pub or something like that. "The name's Toad, and I'm here to get you off this stinking island."

Toad tilted his head to the side. "And by the way… who are you, exactly? And how'd you end up here?"

The mutant inclined his head by way of greeting. “Sorry. Thought you were one of them, a replacement for the one I got rid of. I’m Longshot. Don’t ask me how I got here, I don’t really remember, it’s been so long.”

Longshot leaned against a tree, body sagging in a way that suggested he hadn’t had a proper rest in ages. “You’re really here to rescue me? Well buddy, normally I’d insist I don’t need rescuing, but I like the way you work.” He stared pointedly at the crumpled body at the base of the tree. “And seriously, I have no idea how to get off this island. I’m guessing you do, because you had to get on it first. So uh, Toad right? Don’t know what you’re doing here, but I’m glad of it anyway.”

That’s the closest he’ll get to saying thank you.

He pushed himself off the tree and took a few steps towards Toad. “I say we deal with the straggler, and then find me some dry clothes. I hate doing the fake drowning thing. I think there’s fish living in my shoes.”

They set off in the direction Toad had indicated.

“So seriously, I’m on the internet? Tell me I’m not on fucking youtube. That last shred of dignity I had is officially gone.”

---

It doesn't take long for the two mutants to dispose of the other hunter. Well, Longshot to do it - Toad figured the bloke could use with a good dose of vengence against him right about now. Toad laughed as Longshot broke the flatscan's neck.

Toad led them through the trees and shrubs, and to a point in the electric fence that surrounded the island. He stayed clear of the watch tower on the other side of the island, to make things just a little bit easier for them.

"Right there," he said, pointing. He pulled a protective backpack off his back and dug around in it as he continued to explain, "It's the generator that controls the electricity. We just need to knock it off line."

Thing was, the generator was outside the fence.

Toad pulled something out of his pack with a triumphant flourish. "With this!" In his hand, a little man-made bomb that partly looked like a grenade, but was obviously so much more. "It just needs to have the detonator set and lobbed over then fence and VOILA. Blows up the generator and knocks the electricity offline."

"And then?" Longshot asked.

"And then we scale down the cliffs to that boat that I have hidden down there." The cliffs Longshot went off earlier were just an inlet, and blocked off from escape. But these cliffs led to freedom. "All juiced up with WeaponX technology and it will never be detected. And I can get myself down that cliff with no problem, mate." Toad grinned wide. "You?"

Longshot returned the grin as his right eye flashed yellow. “I think I’ll manage.”

Toad tossed the grenade over the fence, and the buzzing that announced the electric fence was active stopped. The two made their way quickly over the fence and out to the cliffs, with Longshot following Toad’s lead. They easily scaled down the cliff, neither one using anything but the natural handholds and footholds of the rock. It wasn’t until they were on the boat and speeding away from the island that they spoke again.

“What exactly is your thing, mate?” Toad asked.

Longshot laughed. “Probability, pal.” His eye had gone back to its normal color. “In a nutshell, I’m the luckiest guy you’ll ever meet. Which tends to work out well for people around me.”

He turned away from the sight of the island growing smaller and smaller. “So, what brought you here in the first place? Besides seeing me on fucking Youtube?”

"Well, I also saw Mr. What's His Snapped Neck on YouTube as well, and I owed him one. And he sure got it!" Toad said with a robust laugh. "Other then that? I'm recruiting."

He grinned wide.

"Ever hear of the Brotherhood?" Toad asked, smiled when Longshot nodded. "Well. The Boss, there, he's on sabbatical. It's my team now, and I'm rebuilding. Could use a man of your mutation and disdain to the flatscans. What'd you say, mate?"

"You in?"

Longshot stared at him for a long moment, as if deliberating, but in actuality his mind had been made up from the second Toad said "Brotherhood".

"I'm in."

Toad's eyes glinted, and his smile took a turn to something a lot more menacing. "Today must be my lucky day."

TM Prompt 228 - 3am

Sun, 04 May 2008 23:27:21 GMT

ooc: Reference to shaman_x used with permission.

Last week...

Toad snuck into town and broke into the cyber cafe with no problems at all. (He was quite skilled at B&E and hacking, you know.) He sat down at a computer and booted it up while he cradled his untraceable cell phone to his ear, talking to a very loyal and reliable source of his.

"He bloody did what?" Toad exclaimed in disbelief.

Great. Just bloody great. Vengeful Mike had blown up the Brotherhood safehouses! Most of them, anyway!! And that was just NOT GOOD, in Toad's opinion. He knew about the stealing of the money from his bank accounts, but Toad had re-stolen a lot back - not from Mike, specifically, but did it really bloody matter who you stole money from? Not so much. But finding newsafehouses and making them secure... well, it could be done, of course, but it was just so time consuming and a pain in Toad's arse but he already had two locations in mind...

"Wait. The safehouse in Siberia?"

"Gone."

Toad paused for a moment, blinking.

And then laughed his arse off. He had to let his source go, because really, he wasn't able to hold a conversation with the amount of laughing he was doing.

"Well then," he said out loud to himself. "Serves the Golden Boy right, for betraying me like that. And serves Nosey-nose Mike for sticking his nose where it doesn't belong!"

And as he checked his email, he couldn't stop chuckling to himself.

Following a link that was emailed by a friend, Toad checked out YouTube. He loved YouTube... even he was posted up on YouTube! (He ignored the part where Storm kicking his ass was captured and put up... X-Men were NOT of the non-violence approach, no matter what they tried to say!! But there were some good shots of him kicking the goody-goodies asses, though!)

He only had to watch the clip once to recognize the WeaponX guard, and to figure out what they were doing to that mutant, no matter how much they tried to call him human. It was horrible! Preposterous! Toad will not stand it!

Toad got the information he needed, and took off into the dark of the night.

He had some recruiting to do.

(Recruiting RP to follow. Stayed tuned! Also: Toad on YouTube)

Topic 226 - Thee things looking forward to in the future.

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 23:31:00 GMT

ooc: OH MY GOODNESS. Here I was, thinking I’d end up writing some serious ficlets, but Toad will not allow it. He has other things to say! But I, The Mun, would like to apologize for him and his behaviour. Especially to Harry Osborn. *headdesk* But I just couldn’t help but give a nod to the awesome plot that is being done by osborn_heir, hopsnonstop, and erikscordelia right now. Check it out. Also? Toad is still a little bit crazy and out of his mind from being tortured by WeaponX for months. So. There’s that? ;)

1.) The Brotherhood winning their Cause, of course!! The day that mutants take over and the humans get what they rightly deserve. It’ll be AWESOME, mates.

2.) Sex! Because, really, who doesn’t look forward to that! I personally would like to have it with my Anya Luv. Because I adore her dearly and love her and she is so attractive and visually stimulating and that’s just awesome.

3.) My future marriage to one Harry Osborn. Haven’t you heard? We’re to get married! Unfortunately, things got out of hand – we’re a couple of crazy kids, don’t you know!! – and it didn’t go through. THIS TIME. But we have plans!! A spring wedding sounds so nice, don’t you think? Or, wait, what do blokes call it? “A commitment ceremony.” Yes. We’re going to have one of those and it will be all fancy and dashing and we’ll just have to invite you all!! Enough of this eloping idea, Harrypie. Cat is out of the bag. May as well have a big do!

Now, now, I know what you are all thinking – he’s just a pitiful human. And that is so! But, you see, I’m trying to prove to the whole world that the Brotherhood ISN’T going to just KILL everybody… bloody hell, no! I’m testing this new system, see, where mutants… get to keep pets! Human pets! They’ll be around to do our bidding and such, but hey! At least they’ll still be around, right?? OBVIOUSLY. We aren’t going to kill them all.

And, since I’m all about the concept of Open Relationships… I’ll let Harrykins keep his current pet, one Mrs. Harry Osborn, none other then Kara Keating… she called me a bully once, you know!! Such cruel words come out of her mouth… well, out of her fingers as she typed up this big massive post that I think hurt her dear buddy, Pyro, with her mean words about us! I think that’s probably where the downfall of their friendship began, you know, when she said such mean things about us. I heard they were on the down and outs right before he kicked it, too. No surprise there. I’m sure she feels just bleeding horrible. Hehheheh.

But I digress! Yes! Everyone, please keep your eyes and ears open for news of the Toynbee-Osborn wedding. It will be a GRAND time.

[SUPER LOCKED / PRIVATE]

The real number three: For Him to return from his time off. I will keep the Brotherhood up and running smoothly, keep it waiting for Magneto to return to his rightful place with the Brotherhood. I will wait for him. Always.