Mogtaki: Stupid asian, able to beat the biggest nerd in town
It’s not on the menu, but might I suggest the ‘I got my ass kicked’ martini?
Never consider yourself a ugly person, consider yourself a beautiful monkey.
You guys just talking like Johnny Depp Shape Shifter isn't sitting right here.
Altered Tundra ^ R.I.P Neji Hyuuga, the greatest of the Hyuuga
Could shape shift into Kenji and make him lost to James and EVERYONE in the Institute.
Altered Tundra ^ R.I.P Neji Hyuuga, the greatest of the Hyuuga
The most amazing trait of Charles is his ability to make each of us feel like the most important person in his world. Even me. I think, for me, it's the way he looks at you after you're done saying what it is you wanted said. And the window to his mind and emotions it feels to provide.
He's never asked for proof. He's never asked to 'look' into my mind. I let him see Mexico. I let him see what that kind of war looks like. I personally put my father to the sword--if anything, I felt bad for what the memory might do to Charles. To think, what shocked him most was the Sunflower Field. Looking back...maybe I just shouldn't look back.
I know he wanted to see what Olivia forced on me. Jean called it mind rape. Maybe she's right. But I don't feel like a victim. Not after what it showed me, what even Olivia could never hope to see. In the end, I think that's why Charles let Olivia stay.
Of course, the most amusing thing about my relationship with Charles...well. Better to save that for a little later down the line.
I love her. Maybe the most incredible human being I've met, and for one reason alone: Tessa's the only person in the world I would want as a phone app. She's a super computer, wrapped around a genius, and the older sister I wouldn't mind having. 'Sage' is her codename, and it fits. She's a wise one.
Tessa's a telepath, but not like Jean and Charles it would seem. Jean doesn't seem to think so, and the Nantucket Prep is a pretty reliable source on telepaths to me. Tessa's the older sister I never knew I wanted until I had it in my life. I think we all feel that way. Really, I could ask anything and she knows the exact answer tailored to me. Who wouldn't want that always at their fingertips?
Tessa's secret bothers Jean, but not me. So far as I know it's just Jean and I outside the Staff that know about it. Whatever it is, I just trust Tessa that it's not something that could do damage to us.
Hank belongs in a different age. He belongs in the Renaissance. A poet at heart. He does everything but sing. Or speak to woman with confidence. But all the time there's more and more natural confidence to Hank. And, Hank being Hank, it comes off in a very sweet hearted and thoughtful way.
He and I talk a lot about the sub-atomic level, and Physics in general. The first time Hank started to ramble about the sheer potential of what my mutant power might be capable of, he scared me. Hank made me feel like I was holding God's key chain: if I could alter sub-atomic structures with my mutant power using my own concentration and will...I'd be afraid of doing anything. Like screwing with the settings on the TV; I'd be afraid of screwing something up and never being able to put it back if I wanted.
Hank and I still talk science and comic books (and he's getting me into literature one Barnes & Noble trip at a time), but we've shelved the talk of power application for the time being. Mercifully.
My sister. The end. Why it took us so long to find each other? How I can call her sister after burying so many of my own in the past? I've given up trying to understand the unknowns there. She was right when I first met her, and she's right today: enjoy the good times. Jean has an all Latin way of saying it that belonged to her old 'Club', but the spirit of the message is the same. To me, it's not letting the darkness of the world weigh you down. It's remembering to take a long breath and look around. I'm just so glad I have someone like Jean to constantly remind me of it.
It's fun to see her worry about a guy for once. There's no sense to be made out of the chaos that is tragedy, and for way too long Jean tried to force the loss of her friends to make sense. As if thinking about it long enough would unluck some deep secret meaning, and she would feel right as rain again. It wasn't until she and I had a paint fight in the art room that rivals became friends, laughing too hard to do anything but laugh more. That's when Jean started to come out of it.
Charles calls me the most important part to Jean's training so far. Again and in a different way, I think Charles thinks too highly of me.
Oh, and: Isn't it ironic for someone that doesn't trust telepaths that I have so many that are friends? Definitely the most amusing thing about my relationship with Charles and Jean.
When I think of Scott, I think of white boy boy scouts. I think of white men in khaki shorts with loafers. I think of all the naive stupid shit a white guy like Scott could say; and to his credit Scott says nearly none of them. He can't help the way he was raised, but he wasn't raised the way I had assumed he was raised either. His was a harder life than his first impression gives off. Assumptions and first impressions, afterall. Heh.
Of course, the other thing I think of when I think of Scott is Jean. I'm just not sure he's right for her; he seems...vanilla. Boring. Jean doesn't like talking tactics and strategy a lot. And I don't want Jean to take too much of the mutant world into bed with her every night. She should have some refuge, especially if Hank's right, and Charles is setting Jean up to become the Institute's future public front woman.
Too much is too much. But so far, no worries. I've had no real complaints with Scott so far. Except, maybe, in combat training: he doesn't always seem to understand how my powers work. He forgets I'm not as one dimensional as...well, he is. I do one thing; but the way in which that one thing can manifest itself wildly. I can punch out Hank. I can crack Jean's forcefield, with a little creativity. No one can out maneuver me in the sky. When Charles officially made me the second field commander, Scott didn't say much. Maybe he's mad at me and doesn't want to say anything because of Jean? I don't know.
Plus, I've seen real combat. I'm not sure Scott has. That brings up a lot of questions that won't get answered any easy kind of way.
He has a tattoo of a Pokeball. I swear to God, white people. Other than that immovable homage to the finer things from youth, no complaints here. The weird part? I think Jean's right: James is, in a way, the eternal kid. Childish things and childish pursuits? Sign James up. In a way, and a big way, James helps keep me young. From going from 17 to 35. For that reason alone it's nice to have James around. Although I am curious to see what kind of person he becomes. Or, I guess I should say, what kind of young man James becomes.
And Jean could be right in another way, too: James Knight could be much more than any of us students give him credit for. James is totally the type to give a 'How ya like me now?' after something unforeseen and dramatic. At least, he totally seems the type. But, then, James isn't the easiest person to get a feel for--unless you're trying to get a feel for how someone plays Call of Duty.
Maybe one day he'll put down the controllers and take up people as his primary interest. Be hard to get a girlfriend until he does, I'm thinking. One worth having, at least.
A sweetheart just worried about keeping up with the rest of us. The secret? We're all getting rather attached to her. Before you know it, she's one of your favorite people to have around. At least, for me. Jean and I have gotten to dragging her with us whenever we go for Starbucks, or book shopping, or just a midnight makeup run to Wal-Mart. Exactly the kind of mind and heart the Institute was designed for, I have a feeling. I get the feeling Angelica feels more at home with Charles than she did where ever she came from.
One of the more important combat members of the team. Now if we can just shape her attitude and mindset to match her power output, I think we'll be fine. But in the meantime, I'll do what I can to help her out. In the Danger Room, I'm always close to her, in case she becomes uncertain even for a second. All part of Charles wanting me to take a large leadership role with the combat area of the team. When bullets start flying and people start dying, Charles is deeply concerned about Angelica.
And so am I.
Evil monkey boy. Or, rather, Evil monkey man. He is the only one of us over 21. Weird that Charles would go for someone outside the student age range, but no one really questions why: it's the shape shifting. According to Tessa, Charles has a thing for shape shifters, and loves having them on his teams. The strike team Charles was on years ago with Tessa had a shape shifter. Although, according to Tessa, that one had blue skin. And Chris doesn't have blue skin. And although Chris looks good in blue, some variety is nice.
As for the mind behind the man? I don't know. He's pretty shy around me. Funny thing, too, because the first time I ever let my Latina anger fly was when Chris messed up in the Danger Room. He went left instead of right, and left the protection of my force field. Nothing happened...but Chris left my protection when bullets were flying, and I got so mad I screamed at him for a second. I apologized later, but I'm not sure I needed to. He just kinda smiled and stared at me.
Almost like he enjoyed seeing me get so worked up. It was a jarring reminder that I have no idea how to handle this guy. And guys I don't know to handle...those are always dangerous for me. Especially emotionally.
Oh, and he's gorgeous. FML.
I've gone on no less than three 'dates' with Kenji Mori. Why? He doesn't talk a lot, but when he does speak he actually has something to say. Instead of just speaking for the sake of hearing his own voice, like way too many seem prone to do. And I have a LOT of fun introducing him to American sushi ('It's cooked! I know!!'), and even more fun letting him introduce me to treats like hi-chews and yakiniku.
It's been a few months since the last 'date', but I'm not the type of girl to mince words: I told Kenji I felt comfortable around him, I told him I just wanted someone I could go out with a bit. 'Friend with benefits?' he asked, not knowing what 'friends with benefits' meant. After I stopped laughing, I shook my head and explained what 'friends with benefits' meant. After he stopped blushing, he blurted out "Iie!" No. He and I agreed, laughing: No. A few friendly dates was more than enough.
Kenji's a ball of surprises in combat. No one's quite sure WHAT to expect from him. As Charles told Kenji, he's got to be more creative and expressive in the danger room and in the field. Kenji needs to show us what he can do, so we can KNOW what he can do. Knowing the capabilities of your teammates is something everyone's working on. Knowing what the guy next to you can and can't do can be all the difference.
I've dreamed of smashing her. I've dreamed of kissing her, awkward as that one was after waking up. Whatever I used to think or feel about Olivia changed the moment she put her hands on me and dragged me into her beautiful chaos. Olivia sees the universe on a different level than the rest of us. When part of time and space stop playing by the cosmic rule book, reality itself begins to fracture, and the mind begins to lose itself. Is time a universal truth? Or is it just a philosophy of man and science imposed on the cosmic chaos to try to establish some order to it all?
These are the kinds of questions that come to my mind when I think about Olivia. In my heart of hearts, I feel sorry for Olivia: she's sick, and stuck in a place she can't possibly hope to ever truly understand. She has no connection to the sub-atomic. She will never see and feel what goes on under the surface of the universe, of space and time. And that fact alone might drive the girl insane--because that's the cage she's in.
Olivia and I are in intermission. The first act almost got her kicked out of the Institute. The second act...maybe I'll be the one who gets kicked out of the Institute.
In no surprise, Olivia's the only student to state in the open that she can see where Magneto is coming from, just as she can see where Xavier is coming from. Although I haven't told anyone but Jean yet, I agree with Olivia on this. But then my record of 'eye for an eye' is written in blood. See: Mexico.
Last edited by Ruby; 11-27-2012 at 07:29 AM.
"Though we live on the US dollar, you and me we got our own sense of time."
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