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@Eviledd1984well, we can put him in math right now, so he'll be with Shawn and Bonny, if you'd like
@Silver CarrotI'd look it up, but the search function seems to be having a tantrum.
@Eviledd1984psssssssssst
What class is your character in right now? Does he know at least the subject he's in?
What class is your character in right now? Does he know at least the subject he's in?
"Of course we can look at changing your schedule to be a little more practical on the field." Booker already had the appropriate paperwork out and ready, as well as a paper for additional notes to help her out even further. However, her questions and requests didn't end there. As she went on, Booker smiled to himself, listening to what else she had to say.
"We'll tackle these questions one at a time, okay?" Another smile, this one directed at her as he cut in after she was done speaking.
The first question up was that of the limitations of her own mutation, as well as telepathy. What an interesting question, one, like others that she asked, that could not be so easily defined.
"Perhaps. Your ability of adaptation allows for you to overcome just about any obstacle you come across. Given all of your senses were shut down, or you were in a sensory deprivation tank, you may adapt to communicate or even see without the use of your physical body. It's all theorectical, though. Adapters like yourself are on the rarer side of mutations."
So Logan was back. Booker never minded him. When Booker was younger, the Wolverine had already started his habit of wandering around whenever he wanted. The two never spoke much when Booker was still Blake, a young student at the institute, and they didn't speak much now. Booker knew that the man didn't want to be constantly psychoanalyzed. "Mutations are natural, but accidental. Logan's claws still pierce his skin from the inside-out, something that is definately not supposed to happen to the human body. Unlike, let's say, a cat, who had space allocated in the little spaces between their toes. Logan's claws forcefully rip through his skin. His healing factor only means that when he retracts his claws, all of the nerves are back to tip-top shape. He'll never not feel pain when he uses them, but he can always get better at hiding that pain."
And lastly, she asked about Magic. Of course Emma must have told her about the Warlocks. Well, with how well the two have been getting along, it was no surprise that mentioning them and Emma's eventual goal would come up in a conversation. Rosemary really did seem to like Emma, which was a good thing. At least someone could get to her and help out the poor girl that once was Samantha Kensington.
"Magic is..." Booker stood from his seat and looked around the room. "Difficult. Technically, I use magic. My mutation allows he to act as a conduit for magical energy and condense it into a tight and physical form. Magic is real, so a variable degree. Some mutations like Nightcrawler's teleportation are magic based, pulling on mysterious energies to will the world in strange ways. Your mutation, however, seems purely scientific. But, who knows. Maybe someone can shoot mana at you and you can absorb it and bend it as well."
He liked to call himself a conduit. It was almost his codename when he was younger, but Kurt was actually the one who provided him with the punny name of Lightsmith.
"Oh, and Merlin was absolutely real."
"We'll tackle these questions one at a time, okay?" Another smile, this one directed at her as he cut in after she was done speaking.
The first question up was that of the limitations of her own mutation, as well as telepathy. What an interesting question, one, like others that she asked, that could not be so easily defined.
"Perhaps. Your ability of adaptation allows for you to overcome just about any obstacle you come across. Given all of your senses were shut down, or you were in a sensory deprivation tank, you may adapt to communicate or even see without the use of your physical body. It's all theorectical, though. Adapters like yourself are on the rarer side of mutations."
So Logan was back. Booker never minded him. When Booker was younger, the Wolverine had already started his habit of wandering around whenever he wanted. The two never spoke much when Booker was still Blake, a young student at the institute, and they didn't speak much now. Booker knew that the man didn't want to be constantly psychoanalyzed. "Mutations are natural, but accidental. Logan's claws still pierce his skin from the inside-out, something that is definately not supposed to happen to the human body. Unlike, let's say, a cat, who had space allocated in the little spaces between their toes. Logan's claws forcefully rip through his skin. His healing factor only means that when he retracts his claws, all of the nerves are back to tip-top shape. He'll never not feel pain when he uses them, but he can always get better at hiding that pain."
And lastly, she asked about Magic. Of course Emma must have told her about the Warlocks. Well, with how well the two have been getting along, it was no surprise that mentioning them and Emma's eventual goal would come up in a conversation. Rosemary really did seem to like Emma, which was a good thing. At least someone could get to her and help out the poor girl that once was Samantha Kensington.
"Magic is..." Booker stood from his seat and looked around the room. "Difficult. Technically, I use magic. My mutation allows he to act as a conduit for magical energy and condense it into a tight and physical form. Magic is real, so a variable degree. Some mutations like Nightcrawler's teleportation are magic based, pulling on mysterious energies to will the world in strange ways. Your mutation, however, seems purely scientific. But, who knows. Maybe someone can shoot mana at you and you can absorb it and bend it as well."
He liked to call himself a conduit. It was almost his codename when he was younger, but Kurt was actually the one who provided him with the punny name of Lightsmith.
"Oh, and Merlin was absolutely real."
@Silver CarrotThe moment, when the irradiated door exploded and demolished the Bank
The noise, the screams of the dead he thought he killed because he thought he caused the explosion.
The noise, the screams of the dead he thought he killed because he thought he caused the explosion.
@Chaotic ChaoThat would depend on your ability to not jump ship without telling us first, as well as what kind of mutant you were planning on making.
@Chaotic ChaoThank you, we try our best here!
"Knowledge." David answers, finding the last of the books that he decided were good for Bonny to start with. "Skills and talents are also things I pick up from people. Don't worry, I can't absorb memory based knowledge like who your first kiss was." He chuckled. David proceeded to talk to a table, carrying a few of the selected books in his own arms, while the rest were with Bonny. Spreading them out and picking them out of Bonny's arms allowed him to organize the books by what events were focused on in each of them.
"You said your grandparents were mutants?" He tried sparking up another conversation as he sat down in a chair, sliding one of the books to Bonny. "If you don't mind, what kind of mutations did they have?" if she was going to be in a group with Sally, they were going to be in the library quite a bit, so it didn't seem to hurt anyone to get to know the new kid a little better.
The bell rang, the second period was over.
"Well, I'll keep these books reserved for you, Sally, and the other guy. You should get moving to your next class."
Emma would have been lying if she had said that she wasn't surprised to have been hugged by Rosemary. She knew that she had been making better progress than Booker at trying to get her to open up, but Emma didn't realize until just now how important she seemed to be in Rosemary's eyes.
One hand wrapped around Rosemary, the other brushing her shoulder. "There's nothing that could have been done to prevent this." She said softly. Even after the Apocalypse, when mutant relations had finally been improving, people continued to attack Mutants. It was only a matter of time before people found my school or this one."
She let go and smiled at Rosemary. "You would have made an excellent Warlock. Even though you aren't mystical in nature, they would have loved having you around."
Then the bell rang, signalling the change of classes. "You should get moving, Rosemary. Doctor Smith is waiting for you in his office." Whoops. She might have peered into Rosemary's mind, and also might have warned Booker about Rosemary's plan to ask her about changing her schedule.
Oh well.
Shawn looked to the school as the bell rang. Hank was already working on escorting the students back inside, and Shawn knew that it was probably a good idea. He was going to say something to Heidi, but took the bell as a sign to not say it. Though, he still did wonder. Did her supercomuter of a brain remember the moment like he did? She, who was capable of thinking of all of the things, surely had to.
"Let's get going." He ushered her back inside, thinking back on his question. "I'm sure you don't even need to worry about the work or anything, but some of us need to study to ace a math test." He couldn't remember how many classes they shared, but that was his next destination. He was too busy thinking about other things to even try to remember.
But then came another question.
Did she hear them too?
"You said your grandparents were mutants?" He tried sparking up another conversation as he sat down in a chair, sliding one of the books to Bonny. "If you don't mind, what kind of mutations did they have?" if she was going to be in a group with Sally, they were going to be in the library quite a bit, so it didn't seem to hurt anyone to get to know the new kid a little better.
The bell rang, the second period was over.
"Well, I'll keep these books reserved for you, Sally, and the other guy. You should get moving to your next class."
Emma would have been lying if she had said that she wasn't surprised to have been hugged by Rosemary. She knew that she had been making better progress than Booker at trying to get her to open up, but Emma didn't realize until just now how important she seemed to be in Rosemary's eyes.
One hand wrapped around Rosemary, the other brushing her shoulder. "There's nothing that could have been done to prevent this." She said softly. Even after the Apocalypse, when mutant relations had finally been improving, people continued to attack Mutants. It was only a matter of time before people found my school or this one."
She let go and smiled at Rosemary. "You would have made an excellent Warlock. Even though you aren't mystical in nature, they would have loved having you around."
Then the bell rang, signalling the change of classes. "You should get moving, Rosemary. Doctor Smith is waiting for you in his office." Whoops. She might have peered into Rosemary's mind, and also might have warned Booker about Rosemary's plan to ask her about changing her schedule.
Oh well.
Shawn looked to the school as the bell rang. Hank was already working on escorting the students back inside, and Shawn knew that it was probably a good idea. He was going to say something to Heidi, but took the bell as a sign to not say it. Though, he still did wonder. Did her supercomuter of a brain remember the moment like he did? She, who was capable of thinking of all of the things, surely had to.
"Let's get going." He ushered her back inside, thinking back on his question. "I'm sure you don't even need to worry about the work or anything, but some of us need to study to ace a math test." He couldn't remember how many classes they shared, but that was his next destination. He was too busy thinking about other things to even try to remember.
But then came another question.
Did she hear them too?
@Eviledd1984You were briefly on the Crystal Gems, and Fallout, which I also GM'ed.
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