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[kryptonix]

Yeah.

Why do you ask?

[sophielicious]

/Because everyone I know, or mostly everyone, got fucked over in this dumb mission.

So, might as well check./

(She is included in everyone.)

[kryptonix]

I made it out okay.

Did something happen?

cw torture mention

[sophielicious]

(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?/

[kryptonix]

[ hmm. ]

No. I can pop over. Just ping me with a location

[ even an image will do. he'll spot it from the air. ]

[sophielicious]

(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./

[kryptonix]

Will I have to talk to anyone else if I use the door?

[sophielicious]

/No guarantees./

[kryptonix]

I'll take the window.

[ and it'll take him all of five seconds to arrive, clambering through. ]

[sophielicious]

(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.)

No one can say you're not efficient. Hey, Kell.

[kryptonix]

Hey.

[ then he falters, no idea on how to proceed. an awkward silence follows before he clears his throat. ]

Uh. Nice room.

[sophielicious]

You're bad at this.

(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?

[kryptonix]

[ kell merely shrugs. there's a laundry list of things he's bad at. ]

Everyone from my world is gone, remember?

Whoever shows up, they'd be from the past or some other timeline.

[sophielicious]

(Pat pat on the space next to her, Kell. You know she doesn't bite.)

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.

[kryptonix]

[ well. since she asked. he sits next to her. stiff as a brick. ]

I don't mind, but why do you need my help?

Your powers should suffice.

[sophielicious]

Well. Do you want the long answer or the short one?

[kryptonix]

Whichever one's the truth.

[sophielicious]

Either would be.

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.

[kryptonix]

[ it makes sense. still, he's curious. ]

Did something happen then?

[sophielicious]

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.)

Fact is, alliances should help.

[kryptonix]

[ hm. even so. but he'll let sophie make that call. ]

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. ]

[sophielicious]

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.

[kryptonix]

[ kell nods. he's familiar. the legion had a training room after all. ]

I'll remember. And I'll keep an eye out.

[ for this whackjob who is experimenting on people. ]

[sophielicious]

(Oh, she hears that.)

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.)

[kryptonix]

But they're not your only concern.

[ otherwise this would be done and dusted. ]