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.
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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.