Primal Tactics ((Open))

[sabretooth]

As Victor grimaced at the questionable steak placed on the bar table before him, he began to prod the meat as a slight trial of fatty liquid dripped outwards from the browned piece of meat. Flipping the steak over, he noticed the meat was still the same color. He didn't like these kind of things cook, it only draws from the flavor. If he was to eat this manufactured piece of flesh, it had better be raw. As his hand slid to the side of the plate, he pushed the platter of the table, as it fell to the linoleum floor with a shattering crash.
A snide smirk crossed his face as he watched one of the waitresses run over bend over to clean up his mess, his head tilting to the side as he eyed the dame's short skirt and when she bent over he almost.... Victor quickly snapped out of his lustful thoughts as the waitress apologized to him.
"Just grab me another one, and make sure they don't taint the meat by burning it."
Victor watched the blonde haired waitress hungrily as she rushed back to the kitchen, the frills of her skirt bouncing tauntingly as Victor licked his lips. Perhaps he should devour the girl instead, she certainly looked more appetizing than the putrid scraps they were trying to get him to eat.

Another plate slid towards him as Victor looked at this one in rather the same manner as the other. It was still brown around the edges. This one may have been a little bloodier, but it was still inadequate. Pulling out his stool, Victor raised himself up, smirking. "Boy, you sure do know how to tick me off." Victor grabbed the one nearest him, a young bartender male. His right hand tightened around the collar of the boy's shirt as he took in the astonished features of the lad's face. His smirk growing into a grin, he lifted the boy over the counter, throwing him over his shoulder as he watched the boy crash into some tables nearby, sending them into splinters.

Another man came rushing out to check on the boy, this one's bulbous frame bouncing as he shouted for help. Turning towards Victor, his face was a deep crimson as he continued to shout, now at Victor."Sir, get out now!!!" Chuckling to himself, Victor decided to show this man his place as well. Grabbing this man by the shoulder, his nails growing into claws as he ran them across the jello like features of the man's face, slightly scratching the surface of the man's face.
"It's a shame, all that fat ruins the flavor. And to think, I was in a good mood, but they couldn't even properly prepare a piece of bleeding meat."
The hand resting on the man's shoulder tightened as Victor dug his claws in, lifting the man up to his feet. Looking around, Creed noticed the large window panes in the front of the diner, turning back to the man momentarily as the man's face seemed to indicate he knew what was coming. In a blink of an eye, Victor had the man over his head, the man soon sent aerial as he crashed through the glass, a myriad of clear shards shattered through the air.

As Victor admired his handiwork amidst the screams from the people in the diner coupled with the ones outside who saw the wounded man roll across the pavement, he turned back towards the kitchen. He would bet that sweet little waitress was still back there, probably cowering under a counter or something. For some reason, his smile grew even more twisted as his canines were clearly evident.
"Come, come, my dear, does the little beauty wish to encounter a real beast?"

[roflcopterpaul]

::Sip::

Daken listed to the sound of him delicately drinking his tea, holding onto the handle of the tiny porcelain cup with just the tips of two fingers. He was only able to hear the sound of the liquid slipping between his curled lips as he drank due to his superhuman hearing, as the only sounds audible to anyone else were screams, breaking wood, and shattering glass. Of course, Daken payed the commotion very little attention, as he was in the business of causing chaos and panic, and the fear or pain of others was inconsequential. He was in rather nice apparel today, the kind of clothes that made him appear to be a young entrepreneur. Of course, the unique mohawk atop his otherwise bald scalp did add a much more interesting twist to the regular, slick comb-over that most seemed to have when dressed so well. Sitting at a booth in the corner of the restaurant, he watched the commotion taking place with a face that lacked expression, not caring about what was happening. This was an event to spectate and not step into, unless it had purpose, or entertainment. Though once the beast of a man decided that he was finished tossing people through the various structures of the eatery, he headed back toward the kitchen, and from the scent that he was giving off, along with the facial expression that made it that much more obvious, let Daken know that lust was the primary train of thought for the primal male was that of lust, and little more.

With a quiet sigh among his breath, Daken slowly scooted out from behind his table before standing up. Sipping down the last bit of tea that remained, he set the cup down on the table before brushing down his vest to ensure that it was straightened. He slowly paced toward where the other man was heading, aiming to intercept the man, though he would not get in his way. Instead he simply stopped beside the double doors that led into the kitchen where the woman was undoubtedly hiding by now. Reaching With his left hand in the pocket of his dress slacks, his right arm stretched out to his side to push one of the doors open, holding it ajar.

"Let me get that for you."

Daken said in a voice that was unusually calm, not at all unlike any gentleman holding the door open for an elderly lady as nothing more than a selfless act of kindness. Sure, he was aiding a man much stronger than any human who was clearly ticked off quite easily into violent rages who would likely defile and kill the young woman that was hiding in the kitchen, but heck, to Daken it was just a nice gesture for a fellow man who cared about his own desires more than public decency.

[sabretooth]

Victor was ecstatic, not only did he manage to work off some steam by lifting some deadweights, he now had the added benefit of the desirable little plaything hidden in back. His eyes darted back towards the entrance only to see the pudgy man had long left the area. More notably, the sounds of police sirens could be heard off in the distance, a good three miles away from Victor's hearing. His gaze drifted back to the double doors, as an unusual man made his ways to the door. Clenching his fists, Victor expected the man to stand in his way, but was rather unnerved when the man instead held the door open. Victor brushed by the man, catching a whiff of the mutant's scent, although it was not one he recognized, even with a sense of familiarity that planted itself in Creed's mind.

As the door swung shut, the sound of pans crashing was heard, followed by a sound that sounded as though someone let a feral animal run wild in the back. A silence followed, broken only by the distressed screams of a young woman. Several minutes pass, and the doors swung open once more, the waitress, bloody and battered tore out. Her once immaculate skirt was now torn, and her pretty features were now horribly mutilated beyond recognition. Her legs ran as fast as they could carry her, as she stumbled onto her knees outside the diner entrance, crawling out of sight.
A moment later, and the doors opened once again, this time Victor came out. His coat was slung over his shoulder, a large grin on his face as he turned towards the man still standing there, his grin lessening,as he took a good look at the man.
"You need something?"

[roflcopterpaul]

As the larger man brushed past him to enter the kitchen, Daken noticed the twitch of his nose and the inhale of breath as he seemed to take in his own scent. He would wait until the stranger vanished into the heart of the restaurant before he smirked with a hint of amusement, his brow arching slightly. A clawed beast of a man with a temper and no hint of compassion for others, who also used his olfactory senses to identify others. This guy already seemed way too familiar for this meeting to simply be a coincidence. Daken stepped away from the doors and rested his back against the wall just beside the double doors. His left hand remained in the pocket of his pants as the other lifted up near his face, inspecting his fingernails. Sure, it was something that would make homophobic men anger at the sight of it, but Daken had a million personas, and this one cared about his appearance.

He would completely ignore the sounds of the crashing and screaming, his expertly honed ears painting a flawless picture of exactly what was going in in there, but it made no difference to him. This was a daily thing for him, but it was somewhat strange that he was not the cause of it this time around. The doors flung open once as the mangled woman ran out nearly nude, obviously terrified for her life. Daken's head lifted as he watched her, but made no attempt to go after her, instead patiently waiting for a moment longer until the doors were thrown open again as the feral man exited the kitchen to stand beside Daken again. Upon hearing the question, Daken glanced at his nails once more before he turned to look at the other male that towered over him, sticking his right hand into his pocket as well.

"Not really. I was just waiting for another cup of tea, but the service at this place is terrible."

Daken stated with a serious expression, although it was clear by his words alone that he was being sarcastic about the lack of service. Nonetheless, his iron demeanor was proof enough that he was a master of deception for those unfortunate enough to truly get to know him. Without so much as turning his head to look out the shattered window at all of the spectators, he kept his eyes locked onto those of the other man as he spoke. The entire time, his voice remained completely calm and lacking of any worry or emotion.

"I do believe that company is on its way. How about we go for a stroll and talk of memories past?"

Normally, speaking to the feral man in such a way would have been foolish and practically begging to get pummeled, but Daken did not know this guy. Furthermore, he knew he had nothing to worry about. When you could not die, there were few things that you feared in life, especially when you could control the emotions of others. Daken was even doing so right at that moment, his pheromones altering without detection to create a feeling of trust in the other man. His power of manipulation was one that could not be noticed until it was too late and his target was already doing what he wanted them to do. For now, it would stay simple to convince the other man to trust him so that they could chat about some ideas of what to do. Though, at this moment the most important thing was getting out of there so he did not have to bloody his best outfit.

[sabretooth]

Victor readjusted the sleeves on his coat as he threw it back over his broad shoulders, hiding the muscle shirt underneath which now had the woman's blood splattered across it. Victor ran his fingers through his mane-like hair, as he looked down at the mutant, his eyes analyzing the man's choice of attire before resting on the awkward mohawk perched on the man's cranium. As the man spoke, Victor clearly detected the sarcasm, although it was ironic as the man said it without the slightest change of facial expression. Victor will let this one slide as he was rather curious about this man who possessed features that seemed so familiar to him...

A new aroma assaulted Victor's nostrils as he loomed over the man, an odd feeling circulating through his veins. He felt as though he could trust this man, but yet he lacked the basic human emotions he had once held, replacing them with the feral and raw instinct he needed to flourish. Trust was not something dealt out, especially to one who abandoned his humanity. Victor moved according to his own wishes, and if he saw no benefit or even the slightest of ruse, it wasn't worth his precious time. Yet Victor stayed his hand, as the gnarled claws receded back into his fingertips.

"Fine, you've won me over."

Victor was still curious about this individual and what his relationship was with other factions, namely his dear brother Logan and that of the man Stryker. He couldn't shake aside the resemblance the man held to Wolverine, but he will find out real quick. As he led the mutant out through the doors, he took ahead, his coat billowing behind him, as he halted near a local alley, a smug expression on his face.

"And I suggest you bathe every once in a while. You reek something fierce.."

[jean]

Jean was sick of sitting in the mansion all day doing nothing. She had not been back for long but she was getting crazy staying inside. They had not assigned her anew class or anything so she had nothing to do. She needed some fresh air and some other people to interact with. She went to her room and threw on a black skirt and a white lace cami with a pair of black wedge shoes. It was warm out so she didn't feel the need for a jacket. She grabbed her purse and her keys and headed to the garage for her car.

As Jean drove down the raod leading away from the mansion she started thinking. To anyone else she hadn't changed much but to the people who really knew her she had changed drastically. She wore less conservative clothes unlike before and was more out going and adventurous. She liked to have fun and get to know more people. Before she was more reserved. She glanced out of her window and saw a resturaunt off to the side of the road she pulled in just as her stomach growled.

As she walked in she was soon seated and handed a menu. Jean glanced over it and chose a small salad. After she had eaten her meal she still didn't feel like going back to the mansion so she stood outside of the resturaunt she was at and started walking in the opposite was of her car. She needed air and this was the way to get it. Jean's mind was so jumbled she didn't notice the two men not far from her.

[roflcopterpaul]

[[OOC: Apologies in advance for not responding to your post, Jean, but: 1) It must have been a different restaurant that she ate at since the one this thread is in is now trashed, everyone ran out screaming, and a horde of police are on the way, and 2) Jean didn't do anything so we wouldn't react to a random person. Of course, Victor probably remembers her smell. =P ]]


Daken continued to eye the man closely as he waited for a response, though the only expression upon his face the entire time was an unusually entertained smirk, not at all unlike a business man whom was watching a horse race, trying to hide the fact that he had payed some goons to rig the race. Daken was amused by the entire situation of watching the chaos that the larger man was causing, and he was looking forward to making a psychotic "friend" out of all this, or at least that was how it seemed. As the man threw his jacket over his shoulder and stated that he was won over, words slipped out from behind Daken's lips with an immediate response, his tone just as confidently sarcastic yet entirely serious as his facial expression.

"I have that effect."

He stated before winking at the fellow mutant. It was not certain if he was into men and flirting, or just being genuinely creepy, but either way it was sure to make the other man a little uncomfortable... Unless, of course, he was in to that sort of thing. Daken then turned and started walking, heading back through the kitchen so that they could leave out the back door, making their escape a little bit easier. He did not want to dirty his best attire in the blood of police officers, so he hoped that they could get away without too much trouble today. As he pushed the back door open and stepped outside, his nose twitched to take in the scent of the outside, a natural reflex that happened often so ensure he always knew who and what was near. He then glanced back over his shoulder at the man who was hopefully in tow. Hearing the comment about bathing, Daken couldn't help but to chuckle with amusement. He could make himself smell however he wanted, or even hide it all together, but then that would reveal that he possessed an ability that he normally chose to hide. For now, he would leave it as it was, as his mind seemed to twist in delight at the demeanor of his temporary companion. This man was perfect; strong, violent, selfish, and so angry at the world that even trust itself gave off a disgusting odor to him. After his snicker had passed, he gathered himself and replied with a smile as he walked down the alleyway behind the restaurant, in the opposite direction of the street filling with more panicking civilians and law enforcement, going to the street on the other side so that they could walk just like anyone else and hopefully go unnoticed.

"My apologies. I am working on patenting a pill that will make bowel movements smell like bakery fresh biscuits or a honey glazed ham, which will hopefully clear that odor issue right up."

Daken said, pausing for a moment to let the idea sink in to the other man. Granted, it was a joke, but now he was actually pondering it. Shaking the strange thought off, he kept the same deceptively happy grin upon his face as he spoke once more.

"Might I ask what I should call you?"

[sabretooth]

Victor glanced down at the mutant as he seemed to detect a hint of sarcasm in the man's voice. His lip curled slightly, as his claws began to reemerge. Against his better judgement, he determined this wasn't the place, as he had a certain use for the unusual mutant. The curled lip still remained on his face as his muscles loosened up a little, his elongated canines gleaming in in the sunlight. It wouldn't be to his benefit if he tore the boy apart instead of extracting what information Victor felt was being hidden from him. And even so,as Victor's eyes trailed over the boy, he suggested there was more to the mutant than what was seen on the surface.

"Don't get cocky, boy. I have an relentless itch on the back of my neck that something's off about you."

Victor knew that much, as his sense of smell couldn't detect certain pheromones on the man's person, and the scent often changed without notice. It was a small difference, but different nonetheless. As Victor continued to analyze the man out of the corner of his eye as they walked down the alley, he still couldn't place the awkwardness the boy had. There was his cold, unwavered demeanor which seemed unaffected by his own surroundings. As the mutant noticed him watching, he cast a wink in Victor's direction. That might explain the unusual aura around the man, VIctor had originally thought him queer in the head, but he didn't realize how literal of an observation it was. Victor's head would snap the other way, as a snarl escaped his lips as the man commented on his own unique scent. Even if this man was homosexual, he still seemed as though he could be used to Victor's advantage.

"The other mutants call me Sabretooth, so that will be effi......"

Victor's head suddenly darted backwards as a familiar scent caught his nostrils. It was a scent he had experienced once under the eye of Magneto's Brotherhood, but it remained unmistakable. As he eyed the people behind him, he glimpsed the red hair of one of the individuals, confirming his suspicions. Magneto had told him about this mutant, and had even tried to employ her in the Brotherhood before the incident at Alcatraz. It couldn't be no other than the mutant Jean Grey, which if his hearing served him correctly, his brother Logan had a soft spot for. And if there was one thing Victor couldn't pass up, it was another chance to get in Logan's head. After all, it was what brothers were for.

A slight whisper was directed towards the man beside him, as Victor's face clearly showed his renewed enthusiasm. "Looks as though there's a psychic in the area."

[jean]

Jean continued to walk along the streets. She suddenly noticed police cars surrounding a small diner and people running out of it. She stopped and looked around. What had happened here that would make people so terrified. She stopped and let her powers trail over to some of the people running. She squirmed through their minds until she found out what had happened. Two male mutants had been the cause of this chaos. She figured as much. Why they had to take thier anger out on innocent people she had no idea. But then again no one was innocent anymore. No one deserved any kindness. They all deserved the burn and die!

Jean stopped her thoughts right there. What was she thinking? These were the exact same thought The Phoenix had had when she had taken over her body. No this was not her. This was Jean no the Phoenix. She needed to get away. She continued to walk along past the police cars and the shaken and frightened people. As she walked she picked up the thoughts of two mutants not too far from where she stood. She looked around with her eyes and her powers trying to find out where they were and what they wanted. One word stuck out in one of themutant's minds. Logan. Her eyes finally found the mutant with this thought. She couldn't deny it. He had some resemblance to Logan. Were they related? He stood there with another man who sported a mohawk.

Jean walked towards them. Her skirt flowing in the slight breeze along with her red hair that flowed down her back. As she neared the two she shielded her thoughts. She had no idea if one of them was a psychic or not. Her powers had been so out of whack since her return and she had been trying to control them each day but she couldn't take the chance. She stood in front of them. The one who resembled Logan seemed familar. She had seen him before. but where? Maybe The Brotherhood? She had not been the same person then but he did seem familar.

"Do I know you? I feel we have met before."

[roflcopterpaul]

Daken continued walking as the man caught up with him and spoke, letting him know just how he felt about him. It would have been foolish to think that they would ever be considered "friends", especially within the span of a few minutes, but that is exactly how Daken was acting. He was trustworthy, had nothing to hide, and was just a friendly fellow looking to make conversation with another regular dude. It was a crazy idea to even attempt it, but Daken was doing just that with an unmatched level of expertise and confidence. As the man stated his distrust, Daken simply smiled at him as if he had just given him a compliment, replying with a calm tone of joy.

"I'll scratch your itch if you scratch mine."

He said without hesitation. It was unclear if this was another attempt at flirting man-to-man, or if he was suggesting that they would be able to help each other out in some way. Though, Daken didn't much care how it sounded, and he would let the other man take it however he chose to. As a name was stated, he glanced upward and pondered it, a quiet 'hmmm' sound escaping.

"Sabretooth, eh? Fitting."

Daken said as he pictured the large, feral man with the name. It definitely fit him very well and was really no surprise that he was stuck with that title. Daken glanced back at the man with the smile remaining to see if he showed any expression of enjoying his title, but the smile faded and was replaced by a blank stare and an arched brow of curiosity as he noticed Sabretooth picking up the scent of something, eyeing down the crowd. Daken remained silent, his stare going back and forth from the man to the direction he was looking in.

"A psychic, eh? I hope you have a thick skull."

Daken said with a snicker, finding his joke to be amusing, at least to himself. Between his decades of intense training, mental traps placed by Romulus, and his healing factor causing a constant flux of his brain cells, he was literally immune to telepathic assault. If there was a psychic nearby, he hoped that this man was as tough mentally as he appeared to be physically. As the woman approached, Daken looked her over, eyes drifting up and down her slender form. She was not the best he had seen, or been with, but she was still quite the looker. She then stopped in front of them and questioned if she knew Sabretooth, proving immediately that she did not have the memory that he did, as he clearly recognized her from smell alone. Although it would have been polite to stay quiet while the two spoke, Daken decided to temporarily intterupt. He would turn his head to look up at Sabretooth as he spoke to him, for now, completely ignoring the woman, as rude as it may have been.

"If this lady is a psychic, maybe you can use your expert seduction skills I noticed earlier to use her. I am looking for a certain someone that I heard roams these parts."

Daken said, watching Sabretooth for a moment as he waited for a response. For now, he did not need to look at the woman as her standing there made no difference to him. He just wanted to figure out if she would be useful or not, because that would determine if they should decide on fight or flight.

[sabretooth]

Victor's expression went sour as he eyed the man with the mohawk suspiciously. It was ironic that if it had been any other mutant, they would already have served as Victor's personal practice dummy, a living bleeding doll that screamed when struck. Victor would get off on this simple sadistic urge as adrenaline flowed through his body, granting him a state of temporary ecstasy at the expense of the other mutant. But Victor held back these urges building up inside of him, as he let a covered snicker escape his throat. The man was odd, but Victor had questions that mutilation wouldn't cure. And Victor had a strange feeling this man was more durable then he looked. His suspicions only grew as the man offered to scratch his itch for his own. Running his hands back across his hair which had grown wild and unruly, he shot a dirty look towards the smaller man.
"You queer or something, boy?"

Much like the man beside him,Victor had developed an impressive immunity to telepathy. His previous experience in the field of combat as a soldier hardened his will, while his recent exploits under Stryker and more recently, Magneto's Brotherhood, fortified his mind. However, as was the case for this moment, Victor was letting every thought escape his head easily, just to provide a lure to Jean. He knew he would catch the attention of the infamous Phoenix, especially by letting his brother's name roll through his thoughts. His train of thought was interrupted by the man beside him. Casting a brief glance of confidence towards the man, he tapped against the side of his cranium, as his gaze slowly turned towards the psychic woman who had just approached him.

As she looked him over, Victor could tell she had no idea who he was, even though they had met for a brief period as enemies. As Victor's grin grew, his arms opened as though to embrace the girl, although they halted at his side.

"Now, Jean Grey, how can you forget the soon to be best man at your future wedding?"

It was replied in an extremely sarcastic tone, but it was met up by the punk's abrupt idea of using the psychic to locate a certain individual. His thoughts instantly turned to Silver Fox, whom he had used once before to get to Logan. His brother was so touchy with his women. Victor couldn't play around with Silver Fox a bit before Logan got upset. Although he had to admit, he rather enjoyed the sparring that soon followed. He was greatly pleased to know he had such an easy manipulated brother, and as he took in the sight of Jean Grey, obviously not in her right mind from the scent of it, his manipulative mind strived to relive another brotherly dispute, merely to put Logan straight. The mutant beside him did have that point, although Victor was curious as to who this enigmatic one sought with such obvious passion. Creed's eyes remained firmly fixed on Jean Grey, as he spoke to the other mutant.
"And who is it that you seek, I'm just dying to know..."

[jean]

"Best man at my wedding? And who says I'm getting married?"

Jean eyed the man who stood in front of her. She wasn't even in a relationship anymore. Well she wasn't quite sure of that. Yes her and Logan had kissed but she wasn't sure if they were together or not. They hadn't talked about it yet but she wanted to. She just didn't know how to bring it up. But this man in front of her clearly thought that she was with someone. He might even know Logan. Maybe that was why he said the comment he said. She looked at him again.

"Do you know Logan, by chance?"

Jean looked over at the other man who had completely ignored her and spoke about her as if she was not there at all. He talked about using her. No one used her! She had been used once before by Magneto to do some nasty things she never wished to do before. Her jaw clenched as she started at the man.

"No one will be using me. If you have something to say to me say it to me and not to him."

[roflcopterpaul]

Daken stood patiently as the three exchanged words amongst each other in different combinations. Only shortly after Daken suggested to Sabretooth that they could help each other out, in his own strange way, the larger man asked if he was queer with some disdain. Daken paused for a second, but then just let a quiet 'Heh' sound to escape with an awkward smirk, not answering one way or the other. Whether he was or not was of no importance, and he preferred the uncomfortable feeling that others typically felt whenever he simply refused to answer. It was amusing in his book, though was the exact opposite for most other people.

Daken remained silent as the two others spoke about marriage and being in a wedding that seemed to be unknown, something that drew Daken's curiosity. He knew there was obviously a strange situation going on here, since he knew this lady and something about her personal life, although she seemed to be unaware of who he even was. He would ponder the circumstances silently, though the expression upon his face would not change. It was only a pair of moments after that the woman decided she would become quite angry with the fact that Daken was planning to use her for his own benefit without so much as acknowledging the petite girl. She became angry, very angry, and demanded he speak to her directly. Arching a brow slightly as he turned his head to face her, it looked as if he was just noticing her existence for the first time and was slightly surprised that she was standing there. Taking a soft breath, he replied in a voice that proved how unusually calm he was.

"Oh, my apologies, I hadn't noticed you there. I was going to say that I was hoping my friend here would be willing to violently degrade you physically, mentally and emotionally until you break down and probe the minds of all these disgusting humans until you can find where that bastard that they call the Wolverine is hiding."

Daken spoke, followed by a genuine smile. Following the vicious yet frighteningly peaceful sounding words that came from his mouth, he bowed forward slightly and held out his right hand toward her with the palm facing skyward. This was obviously a bow and asking for her hand in a symbolism of manners from the most pristine of gentlemen. Granted, after those words, only a fool would actually take his hand, but the fact that he was attempting it was iron clad confidence was enough to prove his insanity. Of course, when nobody was capable of intruding into his mind to see what was really going on, it made the entire aspect of his intentions seem much more devious.

[sabretooth]

Victor couldn't hold it back anymore as both of these new "acquaintances" seemed to be looking for the same thing, namely his brother. The ideas that now formulated in his head were of a vicious yet malevolent nature, all focused on more psychological warfare with his dear sibling. On one side, there was the psychic girl whom Jimmy was clearly infatuated with and the other who apparently had some feud with Logan. Creed still was greatly amused by that factor. His brother had more drama being in league with the Xmen than Sabertooth himself, who had spilled so much blood and ravaged so many people in his earlier days. It was almost bittersweet, and it fit so perfectly in his grand scheme.
Victor's teeth now shown clearly in the ecstatic features of his face, his canines gleaming maliciously in the light of the alleyway as his gaze wavered between the two, answering the delirious girl's question and the man's in one sentence.

"Of course, why would Sabertooth not know his own brother with whom he has so much history with?"

His eyes shot towards the psychic, judging her change in expression as he broke the news to both of them. There were several possible scenarios that formulated through Victor's savage mind that could work to his benefit. He had two pawns that could be freely used under his manipulation. The younger man was fueled by his hatred for Wolverine, which was a perfect opportunity for exploitation in itself. Victor already came to the conclusion that the man was another of Stryker's weapons. While he couldn't detect a particular aroma with the man, his hearing still served him well, indicating that the man possessed a similar skeleton to his own, most likely laced with adamanatium. The feral expression that was often on Creed's face hid his cunning intellect, leading many to think he was just another neanderthal. If there was one thing he had over the young boy, it was battle experience, which counted for everything in close range battles, should the boy turn on him.

Then there was the psychic, Jean Grey, with whom he had gotten a sample of her restrained power. She was strong and posed the greater threat of the two. If he was to take care of her, he would have to jump at this opportunity when she was out of her right mind. Then again, he still owed Jimmy a greeting, just to prove his brother was back in town, in which case, Jean was the perfect lure.

"So then, what are you going to do now? We have a psychic who's obviously not at the top of her game since her last encounter with Magneto and then another of Stryker's weapons. I daresay I still have the upper hand here. "

Still smirking he added one last detail to the Weapon.
"And it's never too difficult to locate Jimmy if you know his pungent scent as well as I do."