@Legion02@King Kindred@themadhatter420@Dark EternitySumat couldn't help but listen in on the conversations occurring in the break room as he retrieved his wallet and held it open with his lower hands, enabling him to operate the vending machine and insert coins with the other pair.
He tried his best not to show his annoyance at some of them, but he couldn't help but grumble slightly when he heard one of the other students whispering about 'teaching the rednecks a lesson'. He turned around briefly as he vended a bag of chilli-flavoured crisps, noting that he, too, looked like one of the more beat-up students from in front of the auditorium. What did he think this was, a cliche High School movie? And he figured that the San Francisco area was liberal enough that Rednecks would be too spread thin to properly teach a lesson to, but apparently this particular student was willing to go to great lengths to fight a foolish cause that will only make things worse for everyone. As much as he admitted that these Rednecks often got what they came to them anyway. He was very tempted to go over there and explain to him why this was a bad idea, but decided against it. He was rarely in the mood for confrontations, especially when hungry.
He turned his head back towards the machine soon afterwards to vend another bag of Chilli crisps. This time, nothing much interesting happened before he decided to vend a third one. At which point the punkish girl who saw it fit to throw around baseball... balls in the middle of a formal gathering arrived, prompting another grumble from him. At least the other girl that was there seemed nice enough; he felt the same way about big buildings the first time his adopted father showed him around his mansion.
As he got around to vending a fourth bag of crisps (the last Chilli-flavoured one in the machine), it was then that a particularly alarming news story ended up on the TV nearby; it immediately caught his attention when he heard the reporter talking about 'the events at the Mutant College'. He'd already been fairly irritated with how the other Students were handling the protest, but now everything he did slowed down and he squinted his eyes, taking the report all in. And of course, once it was over, he frowned, as he knew that he was in the right, and yet everyone would start playing the Mutant card on him anyway, and not the new ID, either. To him, the existence of people like Samuel Eddison validated the existence of the M.T.S; who he immediately recognised when they showed up. He had done his research.
That would have been the end of it for that day, until the same student who had whispering about rednecks suddenly starting blurting out 'them', presumably the M.T.S., being the government's way of 'disposing' of them. He grunted with disgust even louder this time, and more significantly, the rattle on the end of his long tail went off involuntarily; the sheer audacity of a genocidal militia existing in a democratic society was enough to get Sumat to retort.
"They're not going to dispose of 'us'." He said, calmly but with force, as he put away his wallet and briefly bent over to retrieve his four packets of crisps from the vending machine.
"...They're going to dispose of wankers like this Samuel Eddison fellow." He paused again to let his words sink in, turning to face the others in the room directly, with a serious look on his face and his lower arms clutching bags of crisps.
"It's people like him that are the reason why non-Mutants carry that gun in their other hand. He deserves every punishment he'll get."
Once he had voiced that last opinion, he already knew that such a bold and controversial remark wouldn't be well-received. Even if he was right. But he wasn't done yet; he felt a sudden urge to complain on the Internet, as people do in modern western society. And his ex-celebrity status ensured that he had a decent number of people following him on Twitter. Thus, he turned around and thumped his way back to his room, still leaving the door open for the sake being open.
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'Sumat Sajak (@) ExRajaSumat:
Samuel Eddison is a disgrace, no ifs or buts, and yet I still see other Mutants playing the minority card. It is most irritating.
Us Mutants need to grow up and face the reality: our powers make many of us reckless, proud, and feel as though we are above the system. We are not. At the end of the day, we are all human, and that includes the lust for domination over others characteristic of our species. What do you think would happen when otherwise-harmless thugs realise they can control the fires of Agni, or something similar?
Kind regards to the brave men of the M.T.S; you do us all a big favour. Support the Mutant Registration Act!'These were the words that Sumat proceeded to post online, operating the keyboard with his lower hands and gobbling crisps with the upper hands. He consumed the crisps so quickly, it only took him about ten minutes to eat all four bags, and even then he didn't feel completely rejuvenated. He knew that between all this political thinking and wrestling briefly with a hillbilly, he'd need a substantial dinner that night.
He had also made sure to watch the recently-posted Interview with Chairman Lewis, as well as the footage of the protest. He was thankful to see that both the original and cutted versions left him out of frame, by sheer luck, so that the 'Raja Naga' wouldn't be mentioned in the news anytime soon, and they might have gotten the wrong idea and lumped him in with the privileged crazies. Sumat generally found himself agreeing with most of the media anyway; that mutant powers would need to be regulated, especially what with the Samuel Eddison fool coming in and further reinforcing the stereotype of the power-mad mutant that seemed so prevalent in recent years. And the Mutants who claimed the media were distorting these events were deluding themselves, as far as he was concerned.
