(Being with Quentin is more like a conversation, to be honest. Talking isn't their strongest point, so, they just found another language. Explaining their pitfalls to a non-telepath sounds like a headache, and thankfully, it doesn't occur to Sophie.
Quentin is audacious. He pushes her to think, challenges her, irreverent, bold, and never boring. Putting that to words is, well, weird, so she just used the thing she likes the most.
Sciel though? Has a whole list right off the bat. Not struggling with emotions must be nice.)
Do you, you know. Like him? What's up with that for you?
That’s not really the point of it. It’s a for-now thing.
[She gives a little shrug. She knows her affections for others can seem intense, whole-hearted. Being a chronic flirt has never helped, either. At one point in her life, she might have felt guilty about the impression she could leave, being this way, but now there doesn’t seem to be a point. This is just the here and now. As long as she’s upfront about her intentions…]
I fall a little bit in love with a lot of people. It’s nice, having that kind of companionship. But the plan is still to die someday and be with my husband.
(So Sciel gets it. All that talk of intensity, and yet, she gets the point of things being something else first and foremost. Good.)
Everything is a for now thing, Sciel. Even you and I is a 'for now'. You could die tomorrow, and so could I. Hell, it's a miracle both of us are alive, isn't it? You with the time bomb of the Monolith, and me with sororicide, this whole being alive for longer than we thought we were going to be is just fucky. Anyway, my feelings for you aren't any less valid or existent because I understand it may pass.
That said. You are going to die someday! Like, guaranteed. Till then?
[Lighthearted:] Oh, all my feelings are real, for you and my team and Verso and everyone. I wouldn’t have this tension with Gustave and Lune if I didn’t have real affection for him, you know, I’d just end it. It’s not even about how much time I do or don’t have left to take advantage of. It’s just… a different thing than it was with Pierre. Apples and pears, you know?
(Oh. Sophie sees that. She sees that very, very much, and her reaction is to squint to let Sciel know she did, but she's letting her off the hook from the string of questioning that could come from it. As if she says Sciel can choose to dwell, or move past it.)
Ugh. Sucks, though. To be a mess! I was never a mess — or maybe I've always been one, I just didn't have space to be one or recognize it, now that I'm thinking about it? I mostly spent my time solving inner hivemind conflict, getting fucked over by said hivemind, or dead. Shit, maybe I have always been a mess.
That’s probably the case, you know. And maybe it’s the sort of mess where it’s not about how disastrous you choose to behave, so much as having so little experience making those choices yourself… like a baby, learning to walk.
I mean, I guess you're right for the 'now' part. I don't have any of the forces that would lead my decisions? No sisters, no Emma, which is a whole different can of worms. I was more scared before, now I'm more... Stable? I guess? As unstable as I am.
... Not to mention I'm a bit of an anomaly, you know? I came out into the world at age fifteen with basically no background, because the asshole that made us didn't even bother to give us anything, so. Universal experiences? Can't relate.
I have to wonder what your creator thought would be accomplished that way. [It seems needlessly cruel; maybe crueller than a lifetime of false memories.] Hamstringing you like that, giving you a tougher experience in an already tough life. You deserved so much better.
Well, he wasn't thinking of those things, you know? He made a thousand of us, chose five at random, and dropped us at Xavier's with just 'hi, we are quintuplet orphans, how you doing?'. You know, the school? So we could train and stuff in there. He programmed us to block everyone from questioning where we came from, including ourselves. So our well-being wasn't really the top priority. He wanted us to come back eventually, so we could teach the others, link up, and well. Kill all mutants—mass brain malfunctioning.
So. Yeah. I agree we deserved better. I don't really think about that part as much? Like, the other 995 are gone, the same day we found out, so it isn't like his plan panned out or anything. It is what it is? We are made to be weapons, but we never really were, so.
[It’s so unfair that so many miserable, selfish people get to create life, while so many others, people who would be kind and generous parents, do not. Sciel shakes her head.]
I’m glad he failed at that much. And that we get to have you here, like this, is all in spite of that.
I mean, I'm glad too. I hate the place, but I like being here. I wouldn't have met you guys otherwise, I wouldn't have the relationship I have with my friends back home, and hell, even that guy I was telling you about? I would have died mad at him and ignorant about it forever. So. It's not all bad.
Okay. I won't push. But you know you can talk to me about anything, right?
(Just making sure she knows, even if she usually does. Sophie wonders — does Sciel actually have another outsider's perspective? It could be good if she did.)
Yeah. Well. I think we should play a dumb game. Or drink more and talk more. Up to you.
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Date: 2025-11-29 11:07 am (UTC)(Being with Quentin is more like a conversation, to be honest. Talking isn't their strongest point, so, they just found another language. Explaining their pitfalls to a non-telepath sounds like a headache, and thankfully, it doesn't occur to Sophie.
Quentin is audacious. He pushes her to think, challenges her, irreverent, bold, and never boring. Putting that to words is, well, weird, so she just used the thing she likes the most.
Sciel though? Has a whole list right off the bat. Not struggling with emotions must be nice.)
Do you, you know. Like him? What's up with that for you?
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Date: 2025-11-29 01:22 pm (UTC)[She gives a little shrug. She knows her affections for others can seem intense, whole-hearted. Being a chronic flirt has never helped, either. At one point in her life, she might have felt guilty about the impression she could leave, being this way, but now there doesn’t seem to be a point. This is just the here and now. As long as she’s upfront about her intentions…]
I fall a little bit in love with a lot of people. It’s nice, having that kind of companionship. But the plan is still to die someday and be with my husband.
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Date: 2025-11-29 02:58 pm (UTC)Everything is a for now thing, Sciel. Even you and I is a 'for now'. You could die tomorrow, and so could I. Hell, it's a miracle both of us are alive, isn't it? You with the time bomb of the Monolith, and me with sororicide, this whole being alive for longer than we thought we were going to be is just fucky. Anyway, my feelings for you aren't any less valid or existent because I understand it may pass.
That said. You are going to die someday! Like, guaranteed. Till then?
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Date: 2025-11-29 03:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-11-29 06:12 pm (UTC)(Why think of them in the same category, for starters?)
Man, are we messes?
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Date: 2025-11-29 06:25 pm (UTC)Probably, but it’s fine. Most people are.
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Date: 2025-11-29 06:42 pm (UTC)Ugh. Sucks, though. To be a mess! I was never a mess — or maybe I've always been one, I just didn't have space to be one or recognize it, now that I'm thinking about it? I mostly spent my time solving inner hivemind conflict, getting fucked over by said hivemind, or dead. Shit, maybe I have always been a mess.
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Date: 2025-11-29 07:07 pm (UTC)That’s probably the case, you know. And maybe it’s the sort of mess where it’s not about how disastrous you choose to behave, so much as having so little experience making those choices yourself… like a baby, learning to walk.
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Date: 2025-11-29 07:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-11-29 07:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-11-29 08:08 pm (UTC)... Not to mention I'm a bit of an anomaly, you know? I came out into the world at age fifteen with basically no background, because the asshole that made us didn't even bother to give us anything, so. Universal experiences? Can't relate.
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Date: 2025-11-30 03:04 pm (UTC)cw genocide
Date: 2025-11-30 03:13 pm (UTC)So. Yeah. I agree we deserved better. I don't really think about that part as much? Like, the other 995 are gone, the same day we found out, so it isn't like his plan panned out or anything. It is what it is? We are made to be weapons, but we never really were, so.
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Date: 2025-11-30 04:31 pm (UTC)I’m glad he failed at that much. And that we get to have you here, like this, is all in spite of that.
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Date: 2025-11-30 04:52 pm (UTC)This is like, my fifth.
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Date: 2025-11-30 07:00 pm (UTC)[She gestures at her stomach, at the raised scar slashed from pelvis to ribcage, and shrugs.]
We’re lucky we get them at all.
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Date: 2025-11-30 07:02 pm (UTC)(Just making sure she knows, even if she usually does. Sophie wonders — does Sciel actually have another outsider's perspective? It could be good if she did.)
Yeah. Well. I think we should play a dumb game. Or drink more and talk more. Up to you.
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Date: 2025-11-30 07:10 pm (UTC)[She’s a little too tipsy for that now, she thinks. She just smiles, taking another swig.]
I’m in the mood for a game, I think!
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Date: 2025-11-30 07:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-11-30 07:20 pm (UTC)[Truth or Dare is for bigger parties.]
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Date: 2025-11-30 07:27 pm (UTC)(AKA. 'Never have I ever been a mutant' type of a statement.)
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