(She got kidnapped, study-tortured, watched someone she cares about get fucked up trying to get her, one of her own turned out to be the anomaly and died, their numbers decreased, she's spent half the time thereafter in diamond form so she doesn't fall apart, and there's probably even more there.
She's cool.)
/Nothing you gotta worry about, it's fine./
(Nope.)
/I did want to talk to you about something, though? I'm just surface-level here so I'm not really looking, are you busy?/
(She's doing what she did when they were looking for the arcade. A pin shows in the distance, straight into her room in the girl's dormitory of the X-Mansion.)
/You can be normal and go through the front door, or the window's open. Whatever works for you./
(She knows how fast he can go, which means she isn't startled or anything. She's in lougewear, shorts, a crop top, a cardigan, and her hair not styled into curls but very, very straight, looking up from her game on her couch and putting it aside.)
(At least she looks okay, she has makeup on, she's put together, she doesn't mind him seeing her in lounge. Her room is basically a pink/purple gamer girl dream, with LED lights, consoles, games, all that nice stuff.)
Thanks anyway. So, do you have more people from your world here?
The easiest way to explain it is that we are losing numbers. There are the new generation mutants, and the older ones. I'm the former, and our leader was just sent home, which is concerning. So that's one issue. Second issue? We have an abundance of telepaths. Three Omega-level ones, and yours truly, so that boxes us in.
Third issue, the ones who remain are hardly suitable for field work. Hence, I need to outsource.
Eh, I got kidnapped, lightly tortured, and studied like a guinea pig, but you know, it happens. Not the first mutant, God knows I will not be the last. We all got unlucky in this mission for sure.
(Factual, very dismissive. It's not like she's upset or anything. Course not.
But also, all of them really had a time. Sophie, Quentin, Nate. Julian's gone. We do what we can.)
See, thanks. I'll get you up to speed, and as a token of appreciation? We have a room that you can go break shit in and it will not actually break, so.
(She's basically offering him the Danger Room for a spin.)
Well, let's see. You have me, Quentin Quire, Nate Grey, and Jean Grey, telekinetic, telepathic people, I have my secondary mutation, some of them have some too. We have Scott Summers, in this case a kid version of Mr. X-Men Leader from another universe under our wing, Storm, who is a lady who can control the weather, and Jay, a guy with wings, healing factor, and some superhuman stuff.
Don't worry, they're not going to do it again, and I am keeping telepathic track. I've forgiven it because it was a morality shift, not a 'make your wettest dreams come true' shift, but I feel they come near mine again or think some shit I don't like, I'm stepping up.
No, but it was a focused effort on their part. They were hiveminde-y, or wanting to be one anyway. I'm a specialized hivemindey telepath with nanotech for data store and processing in my spine, so, if anything, it's more my shit that they were into anyway.
[ not just a shift then. those impulses were there all along.
kell-el was never experimented on. tested, sure. his parents made sure he had to be battle ready, but they never hurt him. never did anything kell didn't volunteer for.
(Not that he processes feelings well or anything, but you know. While she's nonchalant about it, there's no happy way to talk or hear about this situation.
I guess it's weird to think I had a better life than most people. Sure, there was the war and end of the world stuff . . . but no one I knew ever treated me poorly.
Oh. That. Yeah. I mean, you got your problems, we got ours. Ours is more 'we all hate mutants because they're all dangerous, let's do something about it', and yours is more death, destruction, gloom, war, maniac man.
But even my creator — They never put me through anything like that. They could have.
[ and that's why terra-man existed. even now kell can't help but wonder. did they think he was too weak? or they just didn't want that blood on his hands? ]
They . . . called me their son. It was the last thing they said. Before the universe collapsed.
Didn't your creator basically raise you with hopes and thoughts for goodness and salvation and that kind of stuff? Why would they hurt you intentionally? There's no way.
(At least on that part. Cannot relate to the rest of it at all.)
Still. There's no reason to harm you, is there? Or are you bugging out because, in comparison to the other clone you know, you had a relatively okay creation and study process?
Not like you're really great at communicating, and I'm polite.
(As in not reading his thoughts all the time. She isn't polite, but she is trying to be.)
Yeah. I didn't personally know them or anything, the person who kidnapped me and all. I'm glad you weren't, but I also don't think anyone could force you into anything like that. You're like a tank.
I guess it's more . . . I haven't spent a lot of time with people. When it's peaceful. And stuff like this happens.
[ and he's never truly understood why. yeah people can be jerks or evil and so on, but the way human nature takes shape, allows for these atrocities . . . that feels beyond him. ]
Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm not really the most optimistic person to talk about these things. I always think something will happen, I think it comes with the territory of being... Different, I guess.
[ no one in the legion is the norm or normal. that's the whole point of the legion. and those differences were huge because it guaranteed you a spot in there. ]
The same way you can't turn off any of your senses. You can just, you know, redirect. I am not listening to what you're thinking, it's my background noise that I am ignoring, basically.
I guess, but also, add empathy to it. I can also feel everything. I could smell what you do, feel your feelings, see through your eyes, feel your heartbeat, and all that great stuff. Your brain does and processes it, I can tap and do it.
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Why do you ask?
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So, might as well check./
(She is included in everyone.)
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Did something happen?
cw torture mention
She's cool.)
/Nothing you gotta worry about, it's fine./
(Nope.)
/I did want to talk to you about something, though? I'm just surface-level here so I'm not really looking, are you busy?/
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No. I can pop over. Just ping me with a location
[ even an image will do. he'll spot it from the air. ]
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/You can be normal and go through the front door, or the window's open. Whatever works for you./
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[ and it'll take him all of five seconds to arrive, clambering through. ]
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No one can say you're not efficient. Hey, Kell.
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[ then he falters, no idea on how to proceed. an awkward silence follows before he clears his throat. ]
Uh. Nice room.
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(At least she looks okay, she has makeup on, she's put together, she doesn't mind him seeing her in lounge. Her room is basically a pink/purple gamer girl dream, with LED lights, consoles, games, all that nice stuff.)
Thanks anyway. So, do you have more people from your world here?
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Everyone from my world is gone, remember?
Whoever shows up, they'd be from the past or some other timeline.
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Well. I have a proposal. How would you feel about working together? You'd help us, mutants, and you'd have us to help you.
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I don't mind, but why do you need my help?
Your powers should suffice.
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The easiest way to explain it is that we are losing numbers. There are the new generation mutants, and the older ones. I'm the former, and our leader was just sent home, which is concerning. So that's one issue. Second issue? We have an abundance of telepaths. Three Omega-level ones, and yours truly, so that boxes us in.
Third issue, the ones who remain are hardly suitable for field work. Hence, I need to outsource.
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Did something happen then?
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(Factual, very dismissive. It's not like she's upset or anything. Course not.
But also, all of them really had a time. Sophie, Quentin, Nate. Julian's gone. We do what we can.)
Fact is, alliances should help.
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Like I said, it's no problem on my end.
But I don't know all the mutants here. You'll have to introduce me.
[ meeting them will help too. kell would be able to locate them through their heartbeats. ]
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(She's basically offering him the Danger Room for a spin.)
Well, let's see. You have me, Quentin Quire, Nate Grey, and Jean Grey, telekinetic, telepathic people, I have my secondary mutation, some of them have some too. We have Scott Summers, in this case a kid version of Mr. X-Men Leader from another universe under our wing, Storm, who is a lady who can control the weather, and Jay, a guy with wings, healing factor, and some superhuman stuff.
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I'll remember. And I'll keep an eye out.
[ for this whackjob who is experimenting on people. ]
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Don't worry, they're not going to do it again, and I am keeping telepathic track. I've forgiven it because it was a morality shift, not a 'make your wettest dreams come true' shift, but I feel they come near mine again or think some shit I don't like, I'm stepping up.
(Which is not an ethical thing, but whatever.)
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[ otherwise this would be done and dusted. ]
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I'll let you know if they slip.
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kell-el was never experimented on. tested, sure. his parents made sure he had to be battle ready, but they never hurt him. never did anything kell didn't volunteer for.
and he knows. he was the lucky one. ]
Sure.
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(Not that he processes feelings well or anything, but you know. While she's nonchalant about it, there's no happy way to talk or hear about this situation.
Just checking on him, is all.)
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I guess it's weird to think I had a better life than most people. Sure, there was the war and end of the world stuff . . . but no one I knew ever treated me poorly.
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But even my creator — They never put me through anything like that. They could have.
[ and that's why terra-man existed. even now kell can't help but wonder. did they think he was too weak? or they just didn't want that blood on his hands? ]
They . . . called me their son. It was the last thing they said. Before the universe collapsed.
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And there wasn't exactly time to go over that stuff. They needed me to fight. It's all I ever did.
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(At least on that part. Cannot relate to the rest of it at all.)
Still. There's no reason to harm you, is there? Or are you bugging out because, in comparison to the other clone you know, you had a relatively okay creation and study process?
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[ he shrugs. ]
It's just . . . weird, that's all.
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(As in not reading his thoughts all the time. She isn't polite, but she is trying to be.)
Yeah. I didn't personally know them or anything, the person who kidnapped me and all. I'm glad you weren't, but I also don't think anyone could force you into anything like that. You're like a tank.
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I guess it's more . . . I haven't spent a lot of time with people. When it's peaceful. And stuff like this happens.
[ and he's never truly understood why. yeah people can be jerks or evil and so on, but the way human nature takes shape, allows for these atrocities . . . that feels beyond him. ]
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Like I said. It is surprising.
[ no one in the legion is the norm or normal. that's the whole point of the legion. and those differences were huge because it guaranteed you a spot in there. ]
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[ kell huffs. he knows he's not explaining it well. was this the superman part of him? ]
Nevermind. It doesn't matter.
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[ kell crosses his arms. ]
I came from a war that never ended. With trillions of lives on the line. The worst of the worst.
And people don't have to deal with that. But they still do things like this. It's a waste.
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It is.
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But I hate that.
[ and that's probably . . . superman's influence. or the legion's. he never cared. he can't say he does care.
but it rankles all the same. ]
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(It's mutant genocide after mutant genocide, after all.)
And I've been down a path of wanting to get revenge, too, but that doesn't help.
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[ maybe he'll cross the line and more, when he finally faces imperiex. but. he hasn't yet. ]
Anyway that was the only thing on my mind.
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So, uh, pat pat on his massive back. There you go. She guesses.)
Well, yeah. That was kind of it, too. I guess I got all my list out. Congratulations, you're now X-Men-adjacent.
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Alright. Mutants equal X-Gene. That's what we all have that makes us different from humans. X-Men is basically our superhero group of mutants.
Ah, yeah, I can't not say it. Welcome to the X-Men, hope you survive the experience. Beautiful motto, hm?
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Sure. Magical.
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I'm NYX.
(Which he might recognize from her building, and her work in Etraya and all that.)
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You're self-aware enough, I'm sure you can answer for yourself.
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You'd think they'd get exhausted.
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Telepathy makes you twelve times more exhausted of people than anything else.
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You can't . . . turn it off?
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Got it. Like my super hearing.
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[ saturn girl was the same after all. ]
What about psychic blasts? Do you have those?
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(Just so they are not getting crossed wires.)
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The telepath I knew could do those.
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There is a lot I can't do, though.
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[ not a flex. kell know he's built differently. that's deliberate after all. ]