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Post by beckwithrosalind on Jul 28, 2014 17:48:43 GMT
Corin was surprised by her response, which was probably evident by his raised eyebrows. She'd heard tales of him? And there he was trying to keep a low profile, or, perhaps more likely she was merely humouring him. Either way, he was curious to see where she was going with this. It was possible that she'd seen him before, she had just said she liked casinos after all. It wasn't a huge stretch of the imagination to think that she recongised him from some other night. "And what tales would those be?" He asked and took another sip - it didn't taste any better than the last one. "All terribly impressive, I hope." There was a joking tone to his voice, but he was actually interested to see if she had been aware of him; his ego would be rather pleased if he had managed to acquire a reputation.
The reaction of the other gamers brought his attention back to the table and- hang on. That wasn't right. His chips were on eighteen and the ball was on twenty six. He pressed his lips together, eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion. That didn't make any sense...he had actually remembered to manipulate the ball, hadn't he? Or had he forgotten, having been distracted by Taryn? Either way, he'd lost some of his chips and wasn't happy about it. Some extra concentration would be required next time, and a bigger bet to win back what he had just lost.
This confusion, however, was quickly replaced by another kind as he had turned around just in time to see his glass being surrounded by some sort of purple light which had seemingly managed to stop his drink spilling everywhere. Well, he certainly hadn't done that. He sighed and returned the glass to the position it had been in a few moments previously. "You should be a little more subtle." He said, the humour in his voice having gone, "That's the sort of behaviour that gets people into fights." |
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Post by beckwithrosalind on Jul 9, 2014 2:04:30 GMT
Corin found himself rather happy with how the conversation was going, his faux pas was seemingly forgotten and he had already decided that he liked Mystique. Then again, he had found himself increasingly more inclined towards mutants such as himself simply because they were mutants. It gave him a sense of belonging which he had never really experienced with his family. He'd gone from simply being the youngest son to an anonymous drifter, but now he was starting to feel like he was part of something and therefore rather excitable when meeting other people like himself.
What was surprising, however, was how quickly he was accepting the fact that she was so physically different. Of course he wasn't going to say anything again even if he had felt differently about it, but when he had once been in shock it seemed like the most natural thing in the world that he should currently be talking to a woman with blue skin, red hair and yellow eyes.
Unlike the shock, however, the envy wasn't wearing off, and he couldn't stop thinking about all the things he could do had he her gift, all the money he could make. Actually, he wouldn't really need money. He could just impersonate a monarch or someone and demand people just gave him things. He was able to alter luck, but she could literally do anything she wanted, as long as she chose the right person to look like.
He found himself smiling, rather unconciously, at her question. There were very few things he enjoyed more than talking about himself and showing off, especially in front of someone who thought that levitating objects was the limit of his abilities. "Yes," he replied, pausing for what he considered to be dramatic effect, "But that's not all." He glanced around the room, trying to find something that he could show off with. His eyes fell upon a glass of water he'd forgotten he even had, sat next to a pack of cigarettes on his bedside table. A small smirk found its way onto his lips and he turned back to Mystique (he'd been practicing manipulating things without actually having to look at them) and with a flick of his wrists the water in the glass began to bubble and eventually boil. "I can alter the likelihood of something happening." he explained before letting the water return to normal. "To a certain extent, anyway." |
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Post by beckwithrosalind on Jun 29, 2014 2:06:09 GMT
To say that Corin was relieved would be an understatement. There were very few things that irritated him more than people being rude, and it was especially annoying when he was the one doing it, so he was glad that they had managed to put his outburst behind them. That wasn't to say that he wasn't still surprised at the woman in front of him, far from it, but he had learnt that being shocked and surprised was just something he was going to have to get used to. Besides, he had no idea what it was like to be so different than others. Yes, he had his own abilities but no one would know just by looking at him.
"Lovely to meet you," he said with a smile. Were people usually mad with her? Corin had managed to go from confused, to impressed, to surprised within a matter of seconds. He hadn't really had time to be mad. "Not at all, slightly envious of your talents, but not mad."
He had clearly spent too much time with Erik, because already his mind was reeling with all the possibilities of utilising a talent like hers - he was even thinking in terms of utilising for goodness' sake. "So, can you look like anyone?" He asked, hoping that he hadn't over stepped the mark. He was still getting used to being around other people like him, and was still amazed by what they could do, and yes, alright, he was also thinking about how much money he could make if he could do the things she did, but using his powers for his own gain was all that he had been used to until recently. |
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Post by beckwithrosalind on Jun 29, 2014 1:42:46 GMT
Well, it wasn't really a game of luck to him, more a game of causing luck but he obviously wasn't going to just announce that to everyone. Last time he'd shown his powers in public Erik had had to come to his rescue, and although that encounter had certainly had its advantages and given him an actual goal, something to work and strive for, he wasn't particularly in the mood for fighting the cause tonight. He respected Erik, of course he did, and shared his views about mutant rights but he couldn't help but think that sometimes it was a bit...heavy. Not that he was going to say that to him, he wasn't an idiot. But he did appreciate times like this when he could just relax and, for want of a better phrase, get back to his roots.
"It's a game of luck for everyone," he replied and took a sip from his whiskey. Normally he automatically pulled a face whenever he drank it, but he managed to remain composed. He didn't actually like the stuff, but was hoping that one day he would acquire the taste. It was stupid really, but it was apparently his father's drink of choice so he was determined that one day he would like it, or at least find it tolerable. Until that time, however, he was going to have to suffer, but suffer without showing it.
Corin should probably have been paying attention to the game at hand, and had he been alone he would have done - not that it would make any difference as he knew he was going to win, but to keep up appearances at least. At the moment, however, he was much more preoccupied with the woman next to him. What had she said her name was again? Taryn? Or had she just been being facetious? Well, either way it was what he was going to call her. "So, Miss Taryn, at the risk of sounding horribly cliché," at this point he started smiling at her because even he couldn't believe he was about to say the next part, "What is a girl like you doing all alone in a place like this? Have you not heard tales of casinos?"
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Post by beckwithrosalind on Jun 20, 2014 23:57:14 GMT
Hmm. Obviously his new companion didn't wish to divulge her name, which to him seemed rather odd but he didn't question it any further. It looked as though she wasn't in the best of moods, and Corin wasn't particularly interested in seeing her in a worse one. He raised his eyebrows at her question but didn't respond - again, he didn't want to ruin her mood even more. Clearly his plan of a quiet night was not allowed to continue. Instead he just gestured to a young woman who looked a lot more like a waitress and ordered a Manhattan and a whiskey.
He shuffled in his chair so he was facing the young woman, and had his back to the older woman who was apparently not taking the hint. Without taking his eyes of the brunette he placed a couple of chips on the table and told the croupier to place them both on number eighteen. "It's a game of luck," He began and looked over at the table, "The croupier drops the ball on the wheel and if you're number comes up," he smiled and rubbed his forefinger against his thumb. He didn't go on to say that for him luck wasn't really necessary as he could make the ball land on whatever number he wanted.
The waitress returned with their drinks, after he had paid he raised his glass and waited to see if the woman would do the same, "Cheers." He said, just in time for the croupier to announce that no more bets were being placed so Corin subtly flicked his wrist, the action he did when he was using his power and then pushed a couple of chips over to his companion. "Would you care to place my bet?" |
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Post by beckwithrosalind on Jun 20, 2014 0:53:14 GMT
Corin just nodded at Erik's words, unsure whether he was supposed to reply or not. It was a feeling he usually had, sometimes he got the feeling that Erik just liked hearing himself talk rather than being interested in holding a conversation. And there was Corin thinking he had an ego- Oh. Corin stared, slightly open mouthed at...himself. For a second or two he couldn't quite work out how to form words before his brain decided to engage properly and he remembered Erik had mentioned a shapeshifter. Now that, that was impressive.
Wait, he didn't actually look like that did he? He could've sworn he was more attractive than that, unless mirrors had been lying to him for years and good lord, what was with his accent? He'd thought he'd lost that public school accent after going back to the USA, apparently not. No wonder he got so many strange looks when he trying to blend in. He walked over to where, well, he, was stood, not even trying to act like he wasn't staring. "You could have morphed into a more attractive version of me." He said with a smile and extended his hand, hoping that his surprise and awe was no longer evident. "Corin Danvers, and you ar-" before he could finish the person in front of him had changed again. "...blue."
He was staring again, this time in confusion and embarrassment as he realised that he'd just been far ruder than he'd intended. His hand was still awkwardly stretched out and he wasn't sure whether he should keep it there or if he'd managed to offend her and so a handshake probably wasn't going to cut it. "I-sorry, I just wasn't expecting-" He stopped, wincing slightly, this really wasn't going well. "Sorry. Shall we start that one again?" He paused for a second, "Corin Danvers." |
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Post by beckwithrosalind on Jun 19, 2014 0:39:24 GMT
Alright, well, Corin was clearly already a disappointment as far as Erik was concerned. He'd never had much motivation for anything, besides getting money of course, so finding out more about what he could do and why had never really interested him. Of course he'd enjoyed the fact that his brothers didn't have any tricks up their sleeves, and he felt no remorse at cheating other people out of their money by using it but that was as far as it went. That was probably because he had never met anyone like him, but now that he'd seen what Erik could do (and it was far impressive than fixing cards) his curiosity was certainly piqued. "Well, no." He answered rather feebly, before continuing with a brief "But-" and then stopped himself. What he was about to say - that he was definitely interested now, having met this man - sounded awfully pathetic. He shrugged a little awkwardly. "Why didn't really seem to matter."
Answers were definitely something he wanted, and not only that but it felt...strange to find someone else like him. It was a good strange, but a strange one nonetheless. It was rather stupid really, he imagined that he was just as surprised by Erik's display inside as the other men did, even though Corin himself could do things that elicited such responses. There was something holding him back a little though, he had, after all, only just met the man. Yes, he had helped him out with the men inside but still. Corin wasn't a stupid man - well, not all of the time - and he hadn't managed to be quite so successful in casinos and places such as this without being able to read people. Only with Erik he wasn't sure where the man was, or what he wanted in return for such information. "What's in this for you?" He asked, hoping that wasn't an offensive question, but if he was going to go along with whatever the man was offering he wanted to know why it was being offered in the first place. |
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Post by beckwithrosalind on Jun 19, 2014 0:18:55 GMT
Right. Well, Corin had not been expecting that. If the girl was going to insist on looking like a waitress in a place full of people getting drunker by the second then she could hardly complain when someone took her for someone who could help in his pursuit of alcohol. He just stared at her for a second, eyebrows slightly raised in surprise before remembering that she'd said something that actually warranted a response. "You'll be happy, will you?" He asked with a small smile while fiddling with a chip in his hand. The girl was pretty enough, and even if she hadn't been she was far prettier than the woman who was still trying to attract his attention. Corin gestured to the empty seat to the other side of him, "Well, why don't you sit yourself down, Miss..." He left the sentence hanging, hoping for her to tell him her name.
She seemed to be on her own and while that wasn't a particular strange occurrence it did seem odd that she was both on her own and, by her own admission, didn't know how to play roulette. Maybe she favoured other forms of gambling, or she was one of those women...Well, if she was she was going to be disappointed. He was too busy making money to be interested in that sort of thing, and even if he was in the mood she wasn't his type. "So, what can I get you?" He asked, looking to see if he could find someone who actually could bring him a drink.
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Post by beckwithrosalind on Jun 13, 2014 17:49:03 GMT
It was still a time of adjustment for Corin. A few days ago he had never met someone like him – or a mutant as he was still forgetting to call himself – and now he had found himself joining a group to gain mutant rights. He still felt as though he should have been aware of the problems facing people like him before, but then he supposed that it was better late than never. He’d also found someone who understood his abilities far better than he did himself, and was beginning to look for other uses for them. Gambling was all very well and good, but now he felt more confident about testing the boundaries, to see what he could really do.
At the moment he wasn’t doing anything terribly taxing. He was sat on his bed trying to see how long he could prevent gravity from working on a couple of books which were currently floating in the middle of the room. The first few minutes were fairly easy, but as with anything, the more he tried to keep them up, the more concentration it was taking, but he was determined to keep them afloat for a good ten minutes. Well, that was until a knock at his door caught his attention and the books crashed onto the floor. He hadn’t even noticed he’d left his door open until he looked up to see Erik standing there.
“Er, yes, yes it’s fine.” He replied, half jumping off the bed to pick the books up and then finding himself stood rather awkwardly in the middle of the room. “I was just practicing.” He added by way of explanation, and hoped that Erik had seen more than him just dropping them. |
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Post by beckwithrosalind on Jun 13, 2014 1:33:07 GMT
This was the first time someone had actually been impressed by what he could do. Usually when people found out there reactions were very much the same as the men at the table had been. It was either anger, fear, disgust or a mixture of all three. But now he had managed to find himself who not only accepted what he could do, but actually praised it as well. He couldn't help but think that this how people should react, they should be impressed by him. Having said that, the man's next words did somewhat take away from Corin's rising self-confidence. Corin had never "imagined the infinite possibilities", he'd just cheated at cards, and then sometimes got caught out.
"Corin, Corin Danvers." He replied, quickly dropping and stubbing out his cigarette so he could shake Erik's hand. He didn't question what Erik meant by being better known as Magneto, nor did he want to sound ignorant so he just nodded as though he knew exactly what he'd meant. While he had heard about people with varying abilities he'd never actually spoken to one like this and didn't want to risk ruining whatever was happening by asking stupid questions.
He shrugged at Erik's question, starting to feel more and more naive. It seemed so stupid now that he thought about it, not knowing why or even exactly how he could do the things that he could do. The way Erik spoke and this casualness in which he had observed Corin's gambling suggested that he was very much capable of providing Corin with some answers though, and that was something that he might not have spent much time considering before, but certainly wanted to learn more about now.
"I've never really thought about it." He was fully aware how that sounded and considered lighting another cigarette so give him something else to focus on instead of how inadequate his answer sounded. "I mean, I've heard about...others before but mainly rumours." |
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Post by beckwithrosalind on Jun 13, 2014 0:39:10 GMT
Corin had never really thought of his abilities as a gift before, but now that the man said it he supposed he was right. Ever since he'd been able to manipulate the likelihood of things he'd started to view himself as better than others, which was why he had no problem cheating at cards. People had no problem using their natural strength or speed against other people, and ever felt guilt about being intelligent or beautiful. To Corin, his own abilities were the same thing. They were something he was born with so it would be pointless not to use them to his advantage.
He nodded at the man's next words. After what had happened inside there was no longer any point in pretending that he hadn't been cheating. He was starting to trust the man (or at least was more confident that those bullets would be remaning in the man's pocket) so was happy to show off a little, besides, it wasn't often that he could openly use his abilities. With a smirk and a flick of his wrist he was levitating a few inches off the ground. "It's simple really." he said, feeling rather confident now that his gift was being appreciated. "Just a question of how likely it is that gravity will temporarily stop working on me." After a few moments he was back on the ground, mainly because floating was something he hardly ever did and he wasn't sure just how long he could keep it going. He was supposed to be impressive, after all.
Corin watched in unsuppressed awe as his lighter left his pocket, floated for a moment and then returned to him. He probably should have guessed that the man had control over metal seeing as he had been moving the bullets and dismantled the gun. He was no longer trying to pretend he wasn't impressed anymore. "Now that is something worth writing home about." |
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Post by beckwithrosalind on Jun 12, 2014 23:28:55 GMT
There was nothing that relaxed Corin quite like being in a casino. They felt like home, and this one was a favourite in particular. Unfortunately, people did not take too kindly to him relieving them of so much of their money so he had to be careful not to make too many appearances in a single establishment otherwise people might start to notice him. It had, however, been a good few months since he had been in this one. He was currently sat at one of the blackjack tables, because, while he preferred poker, blackjack was a much quicker way to get money.
"I'll split these." He told the croupier, gesturing to the two eights in front of him. A few feet away from him an extremely irritating woman was throwing chips randomly onto the roulette table. With a quick flick of his wrist he made sure that the ball would not fall onto any of her numbers. There was something rather satisfying about creating misfortune for others and he smiled to himself as he heard her reaction to losing all her bets. Such was his satisfaction that the croupier had to ask him twice whether he wanted another card or not. "Yes, thank you." He noticed the croupier's look of surprise, and so he tried to look like this was actually him taking a risk.
What a spot of luck, he thought rather dryly as the card he had wanted was presented to him and there were a few murmurs from his fellow gamblers. The roulette table, however, was still catching his eye and he was starting to think that it would be more fun than the current game so he pushed a couple of chips towards the croupier before scooping them up and heading over to where the irritating woman was still losing. It was a lot easier to cheat on the roulette without causing suspicion, so he dropped a couple of chips onto the section for the middle twelve numbers and gave his wrist a flick just after the ball fell into the wheel.
After ten minutes or so he was sat behind a rather hefty pile of chips and having to ignore the advances of a rather drunk middle aged woman. She kept "accidentally" leaning on him, despite him deliberately pushing her off of him. With a sigh of irritation he gestured towards one of the passing waitresses. He was definitely going to need a drink if he was going to have to put up with this.
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Post by beckwithrosalind on Jun 12, 2014 19:06:08 GMT
Corin followed the man obediently out of the room. He had to admit, the man had style, and Corin found himself envious of how little effort it had taken him to dismantle the guns. It also further convinced him that he should continue trying to stay on the man's good side. He was still curious, and ever so slightly worried about what the man wanted with him. Corin had offered him half of his winnings, and seeing as he wasn't even part of the game Corin couldn't think of a reason why the man would want to talk to him. Part of him wanted to just try to run away, but he was also accutely aware of the bullets floating in mid air so running away probably wasn't the best of ideas.
"I have this thing," Corin began while fishing a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. He exhaled before continuing. "Like I said, I make my own luck." He was trying to think of a good way to explain exactly what it was he could do, but the truth was he didn't really understand it himself. As long as there was a chance a particular event could happen, Corin could make sure it did, just as he had done inside with the glass and the cards. Leaning against the brick wall of the alley he shrugged and took another drag of his cigarette. "I can make improbable things happen. The glass was easy. It's unlikely that the particles inside it would have sped up so much to cause it to shatter, but," he smiled at the man, a rather smug sort of smile. "That's sort of my thing."
He wasn't convinced at all that that had been a satisfactory explanation, and he probably wasn't going to be able to answer any in-depth questions about how his particular abilities worked. "What about you?" He asked, eager to both direct the conversation away from himself and satisfy his own curiosity. "How did you do that with those guns?" And, perhaps more importantly, was he planning on doing anything like that to Corin? |
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Post by beckwithrosalind on Jun 12, 2014 15:37:30 GMT
While Corin wasn't entirely sure that he could trust this man, he also aware that it would definitely not be a good idea to annoy him. It seemed strange that he did not want any of Corin's winnings, all he said he wanted was five minutes, but what could he possibly want with him? Still, what other option did he have? No matter what the outcome he would probably end up needing to lie low for a while so he might as well see what the man wanted him for, and he wasn't overly keen on the possibility of having a gun pointed at his head again. In theory, he could prevent a bullet from hitting him, but he didn't want to take the risk to test it.
With little hesitation, Corin started scooping the chips off the table and into his pockets. He would have to come back to exchange them later, but at least he wasn't going to lose everything. He was tempted to start searching through the men's pockets but even he thought that they had been humiliated enough. With everything he wanted he stood up and pushed his chair back under the table. "I can do five minutes." He replied, trying to sound and appear a lot more casual than he actually felt. Not knowing whether he should wait for the man to move, or start walking away from the table, he just stayed where he was, until he saw a rather nice looking trilby which had been in the possession of the man sat opposite him. He picked it off the table and placed it on his head.
He looked at the man controlling the gun briefly before turning to address the men still sat down, picked out a chip from his pocket and flicked it onto the table. "No hard feelings, eh, lads?" He smirked, slowly starting to feel more in control and more confident that he was actually about to make it out with his winnings and unscathed. "So," he looked at the gun wielder again, "Five minutes."
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Post by beckwithrosalind on Jun 12, 2014 2:32:11 GMT
To say that Corin had not been expecting what had just happened would be a terrific understatement. He wasn't exactly sure how he was supposed to respond, but he did know that he was so, so thankful that the newcomer was on his side and, for all intents and purposes, appeared to be just like him. If he was in a calmer, more collected mood, he'd appreciated the skill and frankly style in which the man had conducted himself. As it happened, he was left slightly shell-shocked.
If coherent thoughts had left him he could only imagine how the other men must be feeling, especially the one who was currently seconds from death. This was not, however, the time to sit in shock, and he somehow managed to pull himself together and at least pretend that he wasn't currently in awe of the man controlling the gun. Luckily he probably wouldn't be foolish in thinking that this man was on his side, for now at least. "The man asked you a question." He said rather firmly, confident that however this was going to pan out he would have someone on his side.
"What-what are you?"
Corin perhaps should not have been taking such great pleasure in the man's obvious fear, but hell, he'd threatened him and now the ball was in his court (or rather in his new found ally's, but still). "Tired of your threats, honestly." He replied, his tone casual but still controlled. He turned to the man controlling both the gun and the bullet, curious as to why he was helping him but not complaining one bit that he was. "How about you deal with this one how you like and we split the pot?" |
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Post by beckwithrosalind on Jun 12, 2014 1:36:16 GMT
Corin almost felt sorry for the men around him, it couldn't be every day that they found themselves competing with someone who possessed skills such as his, still, if they were going to threaten him then he was going to rise to it. He just hoped that once he had made the glass shatter they would scarper, seeing as he was fully aware that there was no way he could do the same to him. It was rather unusual for him, having to bluff his way out of a situation, and he didn't much care for it.
"Like I said, I make my own luck." He looked around the men sat around the table, and gave a quick glance to the man observing before placing his palms firmly against the table. "And I will do so without moving my hands."
Luckily for him, he his mother had taken one thing from her time in England, and that was the importance of a stiff upper lip which had been handed down to Corin and his brothers. He could feel as nervous and lacking in confidence as he liked, but he was not going to show it. All he had to do was focus on the glass and picture the particles inside it speed up and collide into it. He would take a lot more concentration than using his hands, but at least he knew that he did not have to rely on them to use his power. Within a few seconds the glass had shattered completely and shards of it now scattered across the table. Corin allowed himself a moment or two to feel rather pleased with himself before the foreman of the group spoke up again.
"What the hell?!" Before Corin had a second to process anything he was acutely aware of a pistol being cocked and aimed at his head. "You give me one good reason why I shouldn't just fire." |
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Post by beckwithrosalind on Jun 11, 2014 2:06:27 GMT
AN: Not entirely happy with this one, sorry. Also if it’s easier for you, feel free to write for the other men at the table.
Corin looked on hearing a new voice to see another man had joined them and was also seemingly interested in just how he'd been able to win quite so often. He had no idea who the man was, he hadn't even noticed him in the room before this point, but he was fairly sure that he didn't like him; there were already enough people suspicious of him without this newcomer adding to the number. Ironically, it seemed to him that the only way to get out of being found out using his powers was to get out of the situation...by using his powers. He picked up his glass and downed the rest of the alcohol. Half a plan was forming in his mind; it was just a case of whether or not it would distract enough of them so he could make a quick getaway.
Feeling slightly more confident now that he could see a way out of this he gave the newcomer a polite smile. “You might come to regret that.” It wasn’t a threat, merely an observation. People didn’t tend to react well when Corin was forced into situations like this. He had a habit of showing off, well, there was no point in using his abilities openly if he wasn’t going to do so with style, and at present it was the only thing he could think of doing which would allow him to walk away from this unscathed. He set his glass down, rather pointedly in front of the older man, “I’m not going to play another hand, nor am I going to give you any money.” He leant forward, giving the newcomer quick glance to try to figure out where he fit into all of this, and then turned back to the man on his right. “I’m going to make this glass shatter. And then you’re all going to walk away, and leave your money here. Or I’ll do the same thing to you.”
He leant back again, eyebrows slightly raised and waiting for the man to react. Of course Corin knew that while he could easily shatter the glass, as it was simply a case of manipulating the probability of the speed at which the particles were moving, he certainly couldn’t do the same thing on any of the men around him. Still, they didn’t know that. |
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Post by beckwithrosalind on Jun 10, 2014 0:48:43 GMT
As far as Corin Danvers was concerned there was only one negative to his being a mutant, and that was the distinct lack of nerves and excitement that he should be currently feeling. The three other men sat with him around the table might have looked completely still and calm, but Corin would be very surprised if that was a true display of their emotions. He had already won just under five hundred dollars and unfortunately for his fellow gamblers, no matter what hands they held or how good they were at bluffing there was nothing they could do to prevent Corin from taking even more money from them. The trick, was, of course, to pretend that he didn't know exactly which card was about to be turned, and he definitely didn't know that the gentleman to his left was bluffing all his money away on a pair. This was the first thing that he'd actively done after discovering his abilities, and the only thing that he had his brother, Jonathan, to thank for. Without his addictions Corin would actually be having to work for a living.
He leaned back in his chair and gestured at the passing barman, holding up his glass to indicate he wanted another refill before flicking another chip into the ever growing pile in the centre of the table.
"Feeling lucky, eh, kid?"
Corin smiled at the man to his right, a middle aged man who clearly drank too much and was probably about to lose a week's wages. "I make my own luck."
"Oh yeah? And how'd you do that?"
The man was leaning forward now, staring at him, and for the first time in a rather long time Corin was starting to feel nervous. He sank back a little in his chair, glancing at the other two players but they were looking just as intently at him. "Like I said I ma-"
"Make you're own luck, yeah, I heard you. Thing is, son, I've seen you before. Not here, other joints like this. And I ain't never seen you lose a hand. Now that got me observing, see. Everyone's got a tell." He gestured to the man opposite him, "Jim here's eye twitches when he bluffs. My old man, he used to scratch his neck. You got a tell, son, but the thing I noticed, your tell comes before you look at your cards, before the cards are even shuffled. That flick with your wrist."
Corin, trying to remain composed, took a swig from his refilled glass. "I don't know you mean."
The man chuckled and leaned back, "Sure you don't. Well here's how it's gonna play out. You're gonna put all your chips in, and we're gonna deal again and your hands are not going to move one inch off this table."
"And if I don't?" He asked, surprised that his voice was remaining so calm and really wishing that his power would come in useful at any point, but other than 'What's the likelihood that I can run away really, really fast?' nothing was springing to mind.
"Well, son, if you don't, you might want to think about how lucky you really are."
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Post by beckwithrosalind on Jun 8, 2014 0:39:25 GMT
Hello everyone!
Thought it'd be a good idea to set up a thread for any plotting with Corin. He's a mutant who can alter probability and as yet has no specific allegiance. He was born in 1939, so most of his threads will be taking place around the time of FC/DofP but if anyone wants to do anything later than that I'm happy to write an older version or do something in the AU boards.
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Post by beckwithrosalind on Jun 7, 2014 3:45:03 GMT
Character Basics
.:Name of Character:.
Corin Danvers
.:Species:.
Mutant
.:Alias:.
Felix [Latin for "luck"]
.:Year Born:.
1939
.:Affiliation:.
Undecided
Appearance
.:Physical Appearance:.
Corin is of moderate height and has a slender build, brown hair and blue eyes. He takes pride in his appearance and can often be found wearing a suit, or at least a shirt and jacket. He is usually clean shaven, although this is not always the case but he is adamant he will never grow a beard. As a child, his mother would always dress him in dull, dark clothing so as an adult he prefers a brighter and in some respect more flamboyant style. He usually parts his hair to one side with a slight quiff and can be seen with a cigarette either between his fingers or in his mouth.
.:Height:.
5'11
.:Portrayed by:.
Sam Claflin
Personality
.:Personality:.
As a child, Corin preferred his own company to that of his older brothers. When they did spend time with him it was usually to bully or play pranks on him and so he tried to avoid them as best he could. Even before he discovered his mutation he felt like an outsider amongst his family. He had a particular dislike of his eldest brother Jonathan, and became envious that he was said to resemble their deceased father more than Corin did. Throughout his youth, his father became rather idealised and seen as someone without faults or flaws to the extent that he did not speak to his mother for three months after she remarried. For Corin, his father was the only person who he thought treated him with respect and actually cared about him, even though he was just over a year old when he died.
Discovering his mutation solidified this belief that he was different to everyone else in his family, resulting in him almost disregarding them and becoming proud and distant – it was only during his twenties that he met another mutant. Corin, unable to best his brothers physically, had learnt to become manipulative, again, something which was furthered through his mutation and he started to view people simply by how they could or could not be advantageous to him. When meeting new people he comes across and warm and polite, but there are very few people who he actually likes. However, he sets very high standards for himself, especially in how he treats people. He is happy to use them for his own gain but he always treats them with respect, even though he does not usually respect them at all.
.:Powers/Abilities:.
Probability Altering. This allows Corin to alter the likelihood of events to produce outcomes of his choosing, so for example, if someone were to point a gun at him, he could manipulate the probability of the bullet hitting him in order to survive. However, this only works if the outcome is not fixed so if, for instance, there was an unopened box, he could not manipulate the probability of it containing whatever he wanted as there is already something inside it. He is also unable to manipulate the probability of someone thinking something or doing something, although he could set up a scenario in which they are perhaps more likely to do what he wanted but it would still ultimately be out of his control.
The more unlikely a thing is to happen, the more energy it takes to manipulate things and the weaker he will be after causing it to happen. As with a lot of mutants his abilities are tied into his emotions; strong emotions may give him a temporary power boost but they can also make his abilities more unpredictable. As a general rule, to use his powers he turns his wrist while bending his fingers inwards to touch his palm but he can also use them without moving at all should he concentrate hard enough.
History
.:Birthplace:.
Canterbury, UK
.:Family:.
Father – Cpt. Alexander Danvers (died 1940)
Mother – Ruth Conway (formerly Danvers, remarried)
Older brothers – Jonathan, Thomas and Andrew
.:Occupation:.
Currently none, uses his abilities to gain money
.:Current Location of Residence:.
New York
.:History:.
Born a few months prior to the outbreak of the Second World War, Corin Danvers lived with his parents and three older brothers in Kent, England. His family was technically old money, although they had spent it all by the time his father came into his inheritance and so he married a wealthy American, the daughter of a successful businessman from New York. His father had already been a pilot in the RAF before the war and was killed during the Battle of Britain in 1940. After the war ended, his mother took her sons to the USA to live with her father where she remarried but did not have any more children.
Although his childhood was not an unhappy one, Corin was not particularly interested in his family and tended to keep to himself. As he was the youngest of four brothers, he was usually either bullied and teased, or left out entirely. He had a particularly turbulent relationship with his elder brother Jonathan, who was said to be the most like their father (something Corin always envied) and yet did very little aside from gambling and drinking. It was through his brother’s gambling that his powers first manifested themselves, Corin being around thirteen or fourteen at the time. He was reading in the family home while Jonathan was playing poker. Despite not knowing it was his doing at the time, Corin was manipulating the game so that his brother would lose – this was done by manipulating the way the cards were shuffled, and therefore which ones his brother would be given. It only took a few months to realise that whenever he wanted a particular outcome to happen, more often than not it would and though he was yet to understand why he soon leant how to use this to his advantage.
He ended up following in Jonathan’s footsteps as he grew older and made rather a lot of money for himself in various casinos and gambling dens, saving it up until he could move out of the family home and found somewhere for himself in New York. The term “mutant” was a foreign one to him until his early twenties when he first came into contact with others like him. This led to him starting to disassociate himself from humans and becoming more at ease with using his powers for his own gain. Although he agrees that mutants are the superior race, he has yet to affiliate himself with any particular group.
Sample Post
It was raining, which was an unwanted occurrence and reminded Corin just how much he would prefer it if his power allowed him to manipulate the probability of blue skies and a warm breeze but, seeing as it was February and currently the middle of the night, that was unfortunately something that would require far more power than he possessed. As it happened, all he could do was stand further into the doorway and make sure the wind direction did not change. He lit a cigarette and checked his watch. It was only a half hour past midnight which, in his opinion, was far too early to be thinking about returning home. The night was still young and he was sure there was still plenty of people out there who no doubt deserved to be surrendering their money to him over a pint and a deck of cards or a flipped coin.
He had been sent a letter from his mother earlier that day, filled with the usual inquiries as to why he had not found himself a proper job yet and was there a young lady who had caught his eye and when was he next going back to visit her. Corin had simply thrown it in the bin. There was no need for a “proper” job when he could make all the money he needed without having to lift a finger – metaphorically speaking, all he actually had to was take a bet, flip a coin and flick his wrist: the flip and flick as he called it. It was perhaps not the most moral way of making a living, but he was in no doubt that it was more satisfying than being a banker or a lawyer or whatever it was his brothers had found themselves doing. And so, with that in mind, he stubbed out his cigarette and started walking down the street in search of some over confident fool who thought they could encounter him, and retain their money.
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