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So, I'm giving you guys a choice.
Do you wanna hunt down Emma's Warlocks?
Or do you want to listen to the "Mysterious" Biker and her friends standing outside a window?
Do you wanna hunt down Emma's Warlocks?
Or do you want to listen to the "Mysterious" Biker and her friends standing outside a window?
Shawn wasn't going to lie to himself and say that he wasn't listening in on the new kid with the dead hand to possibly learn more about his mutation. This was something he had certainly never seen before, and wanted to see more of. It seemed as if the hand could speak, and possibly seemed to be an actual dead person who retained their memories beyond life. It was cool. However, full sentience and thought meant that it would be emotionally harder to use them as cannon fodder. Maybe he had like some cool warriors or assassins to fight for him, some geniuses to consult? Well, his team didn't need too many geniuses. Heidi already filled that spot.
"please." Rurik looked at the dead head and the student it belonged to. "If you must use your mutation, use it quietly. Do not disturb the others." He went back onto teaching and talking as the students read through the textbook. As long as they learned the material, Rurik personally did not care if they used their mutations in class. The whole point was to make the mutants comfortable with themselves and comfortable being around people. Not to hide among the humans, like some people had thought. Mutant and Proud. It was once a phrase that Raven used jokingly, a jab at Charles Xavier. Surely Humantiy would not accept all of them. But they were still building bridges.
It was barely a glimpse into Heidi's mind that Jean and Emma could feel before they were locked out due to her superior brain. It didn't help that Rosemary had adapted to block out telepaths, negating their powers a little more the closer she was to them. They didn't mind the silence in their own heads, but it was something to note for later. They didn't know that it was Rosemary herself, but Emma, after having seen what Rose could do, had a hunch that it was indeed her.
As Heidi said something, the conversation that Jean and Emma were having came to a halt. Jean straightened herself up and flashed a semblance of a smile at the girl. "Um, yes. We were getting ahead of ourselves," She admitted sheepishly, much to the strange delight of Emma Frost. "Like anything, Heidi, just put your mind to it and you'll do great. If there's nothing else, I need to report downstairs." With that, she walked off, leaving Emma and Heidi alone.
Emma was giving Booker's students a little privacy by using her telepathy as little as possible, but not only with that picosecond of sight into Heidi's mind, but her stating the boy's name outright! This was something she would refuse to let go.
"The charismatic leader of your team?" Emma inquired. "I know yesterday was only your first mission, but didn't he explode yesterday? His lack of control seemed to have had some sort of reaction with all of the radiation present in the building at the time, causing the bigger explosion that leveled the bank...?" She was going to add more, but that would have dropped into grave and serious territory that they weren't ready for yet. Surely Shawn knew about those lost in the explosion, being the one to set it off, but did Heidi know the full scale of the events? If not, Emma wanted to keep her from that for now. They were too young to be dealing with death on their shoulders.
Not to interfere? Well, people surely did exist like that, but only witnessed. Those people were the kind to not be recorded.
"One day, you can be put in that sort of position, Chrys." Caldwell patted the boy on the shoulder. "But for right now, you need to be on a team. Not just to learn how to work with others, but if you do go this route, be the last line of defense in the face of cataclysm, then you need experience. Right now, everyone on your team is each others safety net in case something happens. If you run off now and something happens, your own safety and recovery are not guaranteed."
This was a good bit of growth from Chrys, Caldwell noted. He had to stop his sympathetic talk, however, because a stranger was knocking on the window.
Caldwell groaned. Just by looking at the red mess that was standing outside, on the ledge of the raised window, he knew that this could only go so well.
"PSST." Whoever he was, he was intentionally trying to be annoying. "MEDICUS. IS MY HOMEGIRL INSIDE YET?"
Caldwell was forced to open the window and talk to the idiot standing on the little ledge. "I have no idea who you're talking about, and I've never seen you at the mansion before. Please, just go through the front door. I'm tending to a patient."
The masked man looked down and behind him, whispering something in a quiet voice for once. "The Backstreet Boys are still in style? Shit, I thought we didn't go back that far."
A second voice, much calmer and deeper, could be heard further outside. "This is where she asked to go. It gives us and them ample time to prepare and shut things down before it all crumbles."
"please." Rurik looked at the dead head and the student it belonged to. "If you must use your mutation, use it quietly. Do not disturb the others." He went back onto teaching and talking as the students read through the textbook. As long as they learned the material, Rurik personally did not care if they used their mutations in class. The whole point was to make the mutants comfortable with themselves and comfortable being around people. Not to hide among the humans, like some people had thought. Mutant and Proud. It was once a phrase that Raven used jokingly, a jab at Charles Xavier. Surely Humantiy would not accept all of them. But they were still building bridges.
It was barely a glimpse into Heidi's mind that Jean and Emma could feel before they were locked out due to her superior brain. It didn't help that Rosemary had adapted to block out telepaths, negating their powers a little more the closer she was to them. They didn't mind the silence in their own heads, but it was something to note for later. They didn't know that it was Rosemary herself, but Emma, after having seen what Rose could do, had a hunch that it was indeed her.
As Heidi said something, the conversation that Jean and Emma were having came to a halt. Jean straightened herself up and flashed a semblance of a smile at the girl. "Um, yes. We were getting ahead of ourselves," She admitted sheepishly, much to the strange delight of Emma Frost. "Like anything, Heidi, just put your mind to it and you'll do great. If there's nothing else, I need to report downstairs." With that, she walked off, leaving Emma and Heidi alone.
Emma was giving Booker's students a little privacy by using her telepathy as little as possible, but not only with that picosecond of sight into Heidi's mind, but her stating the boy's name outright! This was something she would refuse to let go.
"The charismatic leader of your team?" Emma inquired. "I know yesterday was only your first mission, but didn't he explode yesterday? His lack of control seemed to have had some sort of reaction with all of the radiation present in the building at the time, causing the bigger explosion that leveled the bank...?" She was going to add more, but that would have dropped into grave and serious territory that they weren't ready for yet. Surely Shawn knew about those lost in the explosion, being the one to set it off, but did Heidi know the full scale of the events? If not, Emma wanted to keep her from that for now. They were too young to be dealing with death on their shoulders.
Not to interfere? Well, people surely did exist like that, but only witnessed. Those people were the kind to not be recorded.
"One day, you can be put in that sort of position, Chrys." Caldwell patted the boy on the shoulder. "But for right now, you need to be on a team. Not just to learn how to work with others, but if you do go this route, be the last line of defense in the face of cataclysm, then you need experience. Right now, everyone on your team is each others safety net in case something happens. If you run off now and something happens, your own safety and recovery are not guaranteed."
This was a good bit of growth from Chrys, Caldwell noted. He had to stop his sympathetic talk, however, because a stranger was knocking on the window.
Caldwell groaned. Just by looking at the red mess that was standing outside, on the ledge of the raised window, he knew that this could only go so well.
"PSST." Whoever he was, he was intentionally trying to be annoying. "MEDICUS. IS MY HOMEGIRL INSIDE YET?"
Caldwell was forced to open the window and talk to the idiot standing on the little ledge. "I have no idea who you're talking about, and I've never seen you at the mansion before. Please, just go through the front door. I'm tending to a patient."
The masked man looked down and behind him, whispering something in a quiet voice for once. "The Backstreet Boys are still in style? Shit, I thought we didn't go back that far."
A second voice, much calmer and deeper, could be heard further outside. "This is where she asked to go. It gives us and them ample time to prepare and shut things down before it all crumbles."
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It had all happened so fast. One second they were about to get their ice cream, and the next, the city was in chaos. It didn't take long for Tamora to hear the screams of those outside. She rushed to the window to look at the carnage going on.
"Jeanie!" She called to her friend. "Look at all of this, these are the putties I was talking about!" As Jin-Woo wasn't from Angel Grove, he didn't have the natural knowledge of the Rangers and their enemies like she did. She could understand that people wouldn't know the finer details, especially those outside of the city.
The boy took a moment, maybe two, to let that sink in, before muttering a hushed "damn it," shaking his head. Which was one of his rare uses of colourful language. An existence and occurence so rare, it might as well be a cryptid.
"What're we doing here then? Shouldn't we help?"
Tamora patted Jin-Woo on the shoulder. "We should." She nodded back to him and held the door out for anyone who was fleeing the scene. Once the group of people came in, Tamora ran outside to get a better look at the area around her. She could still hear people in the distance. People too far away for her to help right now. She would do her part by taking down these goons. That was her way of helping the situation.
Her first instinct was to rush at one of the Putties and throw the hardest punch she could rev up to test the waters. The punch connected, and she was obviously able to hurt the creature a little, but at the expense of her own great pain.
Her hand felt like she had just punched a cement block, only without the cement actually breaking. Years and years ago she started martial arts in hopes of one day being a power ranger, but nothing could prepare her for the reality that was fighting without a powered suit. She let out a scream of pain and launched a kick, hoping to do a little more before having to run back near the ice cream parlor for safety. "Tag out..." Tamora panted to Jin-Woo.
He nodded in understanding, taking note of Tamora's pain, half because it changed his mind on attacking bare-fisted, half because it hurt to see his friend in pain. What to use, though? His eyes found nothing of use as a weapon, and the putty was getting closer, and thus, with only slight hesitation, thought of what was possibly his dumbest idea yet.
He ran the opposite direction of his friend,into the field of Putties, shouting at one for attention, before running towards another, ducking as the former tried to throw a punch, connecting to the other. He took this moment of confusion to give a shove, unsure if he'd be able to knock them over on his own, but with the two already throwing each other off balance...
Presto! He might've gone on to further fight the two fallen Putties, but it dawned to him just how much closer the other Putties were...And were there always so many? His victory felt very, very small now, and the two fallen ones were almost up again. To charge forward, or to run? He opted for neither, backing away but remaining bent-kneed and focus-eyed. He couldn't possibly take them on himself, especially not in these numbers, but they hurt Tamora, and they'd hurt more people if someone didn't stand in their way, right?
God, stupid ideas were Tamora's job. He had no idea how he was going to handle this. He looked back to the girl, eyes wide.
"Help?"
Jin-Woo didn't even need to say anything. Right as he looked at her, Tamora understood what was being asked of her, and built up the strength to charge again. Now that she knew a little bit about these things, she had a better idea of how to handle them.
"They're mindless!" She called out to Jin-Woo, who gave an appreciative nod as his friend began making noise to get them off of him. "Just throw them around and they'll hurt each other in no time!" She focused less on hitting them and more on grabbing and swining them around, putting her smaller frame to use against the putties.He followed suite, his larger frame used to throw them off balance, confident now that he didn't need to rely on the Putties' own strength now that Tamora had shown their weakness. Their strange gurgling and blooping sounds were a testimate to their stupid cuteness, but they both knew they had evil intentions, and steeled their resolve to beat them down.
"Uh... You..." Shawn didn't quite understand the hand, but he really didn't need to. "You do you, man." With a soft pat on the shoulder, he departed back to his own desk. Some people had strange powers, but he wasn't to judge. He was sure that it had some use to the task at hand, otherwise the kid wouldn't have just popped out a dead hand from nowhere. Shawn wondered about the different applications of dead hands, but came up rather blank. He never had to think about that before.
Now that he was out of things to do, he relaxed in his chair and waited for something to happen. Anything really. As long as the school didn't blow up again. He could really do without that.
"This is really unhealthy... but..." Jean whispered to herself quietly before giving Heidi another piece of advice. "try projecting your own personal thoughts onto him. do you think that the things he does would be things that he would do if he wasn't interested in you? See how he interacts with others, if it any different with them than it is you? Maybe he cares for you, but he just doesn't know the extent of it yet."
"Please." Another voice cut in, one that Heidi was sure to remember.
Emma Frost sauntered down the hall to Jean and Heidi, already aware of their conversation. "You're the smartest woman alive, Heidi. I'd suggest you read into psychology and study him. If he doesn't already have feelings for you, intimate or otherwise, if would be no difficult task to get him to look at you like that."
"She doesn't..." Jean attempted to use her telepathy, but the voices she always heard were getting foggy. Even the loud ones. "Heidi is looking for a boyfriend, not a lover. Your advice is on par with Gambit if he still taught here."
Caldwell looked through his notes, hoping to find and answer to Chrys' question. "That's not something that can easily be answered, Chrys." He sat down on a chair and wheeled himself to Chrys' bedside.
"See, the object being teleported leaves this space, but something else has to take up it's space, here." He set a pencil down on the bed where Chrys' feet weren't, hoping to not hit him or touch him too much. "Whether it be air, or something physical, something takes the place of the item you shifted away. As to what happens if something sentient is shifted away, other than yourself? It's pretty self explanatory. Person. Unprotected. Vast darkness of airless space. Pop."
Now that he was out of things to do, he relaxed in his chair and waited for something to happen. Anything really. As long as the school didn't blow up again. He could really do without that.
"This is really unhealthy... but..." Jean whispered to herself quietly before giving Heidi another piece of advice. "try projecting your own personal thoughts onto him. do you think that the things he does would be things that he would do if he wasn't interested in you? See how he interacts with others, if it any different with them than it is you? Maybe he cares for you, but he just doesn't know the extent of it yet."
"Please." Another voice cut in, one that Heidi was sure to remember.
Emma Frost sauntered down the hall to Jean and Heidi, already aware of their conversation. "You're the smartest woman alive, Heidi. I'd suggest you read into psychology and study him. If he doesn't already have feelings for you, intimate or otherwise, if would be no difficult task to get him to look at you like that."
"She doesn't..." Jean attempted to use her telepathy, but the voices she always heard were getting foggy. Even the loud ones. "Heidi is looking for a boyfriend, not a lover. Your advice is on par with Gambit if he still taught here."
Caldwell looked through his notes, hoping to find and answer to Chrys' question. "That's not something that can easily be answered, Chrys." He sat down on a chair and wheeled himself to Chrys' bedside.
"See, the object being teleported leaves this space, but something else has to take up it's space, here." He set a pencil down on the bed where Chrys' feet weren't, hoping to not hit him or touch him too much. "Whether it be air, or something physical, something takes the place of the item you shifted away. As to what happens if something sentient is shifted away, other than yourself? It's pretty self explanatory. Person. Unprotected. Vast darkness of airless space. Pop."
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Shawn could just barely see Bonny attempting to get his attention. His eyes flicked around to see where the sounds and motions were coming from, and landed on the new girl. He leaned over as far as he could to look over at her paper, trying to see what was up. It wasn't a good angle, he decided, and actually stood up from his desk to see her work better.
Standing next to her, he looked over her work and started to get an idea of what went wrong. Next to her bullet points of things she didn't understand, Shawn marked down some equations and additional notes to hopefully help her out. He wasn't a great tutor, but he supposed that he should get used to doing similar things as a leader. Helping out those who didn't understand and try and get them to understand.
He looked over to the other one, glancing at his paper. Shawn didn't know what someone could have worse handwriting than him, but he wasn't going to complain too much. He tried to help out in a similar fashion, decoding Roy's handwriting and making additional notes and the occasional quip. He didn't want to disturb class or the others studying right now.
"Boys?" Now Jean was really invested in the conversation. "You know, I was a bit of an outcast when I first came to the Mansion. Nobody likes telepaths. Everyone thinks that all we do is spend our time digging into people's heads. I never changed myself for anyone. If people wanted to be my friends, then they'd like me for exactly who I am. Scott, he tried being a bad boy for a while." She laughed at their first memory together. He tried so hard to be a cool guy, but it didn't take a telepath to know that it wasn't at all who he was. "He was interested in me, I knew that without my powers, and he tossed away the bad boy look and grew into himself. We've been together ever since."
Jean stood up and walked away, looking back at Heidi in hopes of getting her to follow along. "Be true to yourself, Heidi. I can't guarantee that he'll catch on and reciprocate your feelings, but this is as much as I can do without using my powers." She smiled once more. "Do you think he likes you back?"
"I think it's quite the opposite, Chrys." Caldwell chimed in as he searched for a paper. "Because of the limiter, your genes aren't finished mutating. Your mutation growing at breakneck speeds to catch up with the rest of your body, like I've said before. But I think we're being granted right into the full scope of your powers."
He didn't want to say it just yet, but Caldwell had a large hunch that Chrys was going to become the Nightcrawler of spacetime. Spacial manipulation and spacial fields, especially developing like the way that Caldwell hoped that they were, would make Chrys' very own body a spacial field where time moves differently. Eons could pass and Chryss could potentially age a few years. He didn't know for sure yet, and didn't want to scare Chrys another time.
Standing next to her, he looked over her work and started to get an idea of what went wrong. Next to her bullet points of things she didn't understand, Shawn marked down some equations and additional notes to hopefully help her out. He wasn't a great tutor, but he supposed that he should get used to doing similar things as a leader. Helping out those who didn't understand and try and get them to understand.
He looked over to the other one, glancing at his paper. Shawn didn't know what someone could have worse handwriting than him, but he wasn't going to complain too much. He tried to help out in a similar fashion, decoding Roy's handwriting and making additional notes and the occasional quip. He didn't want to disturb class or the others studying right now.
"Boys?" Now Jean was really invested in the conversation. "You know, I was a bit of an outcast when I first came to the Mansion. Nobody likes telepaths. Everyone thinks that all we do is spend our time digging into people's heads. I never changed myself for anyone. If people wanted to be my friends, then they'd like me for exactly who I am. Scott, he tried being a bad boy for a while." She laughed at their first memory together. He tried so hard to be a cool guy, but it didn't take a telepath to know that it wasn't at all who he was. "He was interested in me, I knew that without my powers, and he tossed away the bad boy look and grew into himself. We've been together ever since."
Jean stood up and walked away, looking back at Heidi in hopes of getting her to follow along. "Be true to yourself, Heidi. I can't guarantee that he'll catch on and reciprocate your feelings, but this is as much as I can do without using my powers." She smiled once more. "Do you think he likes you back?"
"I think it's quite the opposite, Chrys." Caldwell chimed in as he searched for a paper. "Because of the limiter, your genes aren't finished mutating. Your mutation growing at breakneck speeds to catch up with the rest of your body, like I've said before. But I think we're being granted right into the full scope of your powers."
He didn't want to say it just yet, but Caldwell had a large hunch that Chrys was going to become the Nightcrawler of spacetime. Spacial manipulation and spacial fields, especially developing like the way that Caldwell hoped that they were, would make Chrys' very own body a spacial field where time moves differently. Eons could pass and Chryss could potentially age a few years. He didn't know for sure yet, and didn't want to scare Chrys another time.
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