"I'm more like a tutor or assistant." David shrugged and walked to where they needed to be. "I'm psychomemetic. I learn what other people know when they're around me, and forget it when they leave. It really helps since I can easily figure out what people don't know, or have a hard time getting a hold of."
David always thought that his mutation was interesting. Had he been around someone like they Heidi girl more often, he would know just as much as her, but he also had a funny feeling that the surge of so much knowledge would knock him unconscious.
Just being around Bonny granted him some interesting information about Canada, albeit in a very casual way. The book of Bonny's information appeared to him mentally as a magazine written in the second person. Just like everyone else in the school, she had a story to tell.
"Anyways, Sally has always been hooked on stuff like Reagan, making mutants out of historical figures." Another shrug from his shoulders, his finger scaling the wall of books to find the ones that he wanted. Here and there he would pick out a book and sort of hold them out to Bonny, releasing them a moment later whether or not she actually grabbed a hold of them. "I'm sure she's already told you her theory on him, but I guess it would be possible. Are you a first generation mutant in your family?"
"Cut it!" Raven barked the order from inside the Danger Room, yelling at Forge to stop the machines as soon as Raven saw the blood. She should have known better than to keep him at the top of the list after his injuries from the day before. Caldwell wasn't going to be happy with her shoving another student into intensive care because of her own recklessness. "Call Clement and postpone Trials. Forge, you'll be in charge of the class until everything is situated."
Raven jumped at the machines still going on, fighting them with pure skill and athleticism. Punches, kicks, and grapples to fend off the machines from the wounded boy. It only lasted so long before the sounds died down and Caldwell came rushing in.
"Raven!" He groaned.
"I got it. Won't happen again." She knew that was a lie, he knew that was a lie. At least they both acknowledged the truth in that. "Any idea what happened?"
"Chrys's mutation was stunted in growth by an injected limiter. I removed it, but his body is still reeling from the massive power spike. I'm making physical therapy mandatory. I'll take him off the team if need be."
"Son, this will be your warning. You standing here right now is the result of your own actions. Our mutations and abilities affect us in many ways, some ways that we can't control. Tatiana was reacting as naturally as she could to certain stimuli, and you chose to react to that negatively, which led to her bearing her fangs. That should have been the end of it, with you now knowing not to speak to rudely to other students. However, you chose to elevate the sitaution by bringing something that would effect her personally. Your anger led to the pig, and you were caught red handed. You will be given detention for a month. If this happens again, a more severe punishment will be waiting for you."
Charles looked at Tatiana, almost feeling the need to scold her on some level, too. However, she did react out of defense to being called a freak, and reacted without touching him or harming him in any way. She was in the clear for now. "You both may go. Thank you for bringing this to my attention."
Her Warlocks. Emma sighed as she heard the name from someone else's mouth. She couldn't form words to explain everything, but still listened to the questions that Rosemary had about her group and her school. The Warlocks were her second team after the Hellions. The Hellions were her first group, formed by a collective hatred of the X-Men after the death of a family member. Soon enough, the group was slaughtered, and Frost had learned her lesson about adding kindling to the fire with little control.
The Warlocks were the second team, but the first family. Her Massachusetts Academy was much like the Xavier Institute. Xavier had his X-Men to command, and Emma had her Warlocks. This was a much more peaceful team, one that fought with the strongest Magnetokinetic the earth had ever seen. For years she trained them and watched them grow, only to have her home torn to pieces by an unseen assailant. A few of her students survived, she knew that much, only because she could not hear their thoughts among the handfuls of screams that were silenced like a breath to a burning candle.
She did not know who killed her students, or even if her Warlocks were alive. But she knew of their magical capabilities. She had a feeling that at least a few of them escaped. These children were like no other, both in the reality of life and in a sentimental value that Emma had not experience before.
A mutation, all would call it, simply due to the nature of the world, but Emma had seen much more than a mutation. It was beyond words, only images and feelings, all of which were transferred to Rosemary as she began to walk away. These weren't things she could say, but Emma could share these visions to a young girl who seemed open to Emma's words.
She didn't stop to see what Rosemary thought of it all. She continued on her way, knowing that their paths would cross at a later time.
Shawn took the arm offered to him and pulled himself to his feet. "Yeah." He let out, his voice tired. He had the time right now to try it again, so why wouldn't he take the opportunity to further his attempts at mastering his mutation? The danger room was nice and all, but it was too metal. Even with all of the fancy science stuff that Forge had loaded into the room, there was no escaping Shawn's constant generation of electricity.
"It's not that..." He was about to go on about how it wasn't about trying to do it on his own, but even he knew that was a cardboard lie. Another sigh escaped Shawn, nodding to Heidi as she stood awkwardly next to him. "Okay. It is that I have to get it right by myself. No amount of clearing my head of putting my deepest darkest secrets out for the team to hear are going to help me do this. Practice and skill alone are what allow me to ball up energy in the first place, and practice and skill are going to allow me to condense it into a smaller, sharper beam."
He didn't want to brush off Heidi so rudely, he really didn't, but Shawn didn't understand how being around people would help him in this situation. To him, it seemed purely skill and technique based. But maybe that wasn't the angle that Heidi was seeing.
Maybe that was it. "Sorry," He let out, looking at her with a touch of shame. "I just don't see it like you do. Maybe that's what's keeping me from solving this. It's not the principle of it, I don't think. I already have that down, it can be done. Technique and... flexibility, I guess, like in the mind. I only understand it one way, but others do a different way, and maybe that could help." He was probably talking slower than molasses on a sunday morning compared to how long it took Heidi to reach that understanding, but Shawn was just trying to come clean here and be honest with a teammate and friend.
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