(It's weird to be sitting in David's chair. She's not Prodigy; the name sorta says it all about just how much better David is at this than she is, but hey. She wanted to be better, do better, so she's sure he'd most likely approve. It does drive her a little crazy, though, with all the little things she has to manage — schedules, food acquisition, space, cleaning, so forth, so forth. David probably has an intricate system of perfect data, she's figuring shit out as she goes.
Well, she's currently checking a spreadsheet for inventory when she senses his presence approaching, doing a last check before she puts it aside.)
( Piece of home. He can't really relate. What his "piece of home" would look like is something out of his nightmares. Pens and labs — destruction and a tyrant within power. It's strange to both miss it and not at the same time. Maybe it's more the people he misses from there, brief as he knew them, just as he himself is meant to be. Brief.
He offers her a gentle smile that barely touches his lips and pushes those thoughts aside like always. A nod of his head, hands still in pockets, he takes another look around as he slowly makes his way in further. )
(He never told her much about his world, which is fine. Seems like it's too doom and gloom for him to want to share, and in many ways, she gets it. It's also one of the reasons she has never told him much about herself, either, only the surface of living as part of a hivemind, the people around her, the fact she's dead.
Never how she died, all the times she has, about Krakoa and how this place keeps the dream alive. How she almost, almost screwed over the people she loves and was complacent with murder so they could have it back.
Good thing she's turning a whole new leaf, so she gestures around with a smile on her lips.)
Sure did. Kinda reminds me what I'm fighting to save in this place, but you know, it also comes with all the stuff I need for the community effort. Want a tour?
( With his own world gone, he’s always figured he’s here to protect and prove the worth of the Earth he’s on now for being saved which… seems a good lot of the mutant population here is from. He hasn’t quite determined yet if that’s a good thing or bad thing with so many of them being here. Does their Earth really need so many here to prove it worth saving? Why do some have only one from their world while they have many? It’s strange and he wonders what prompts Echo to select who they do to come here, but. Nothing he’s going to find answers for at the moment, so.
When she offers a tour, he looks to her before he’s throwing his gaze around the place again, nod slow and gentle. )
Sure. Long as we end up where your games are.
( And so he’ll follow because she knows this place best. )
(To be completely honest, she didn't really invite him to play videogames. Their last interaction wasn't great, and she wants to test waters and see how he is doing, if he will let her. It's an excuse, rather than an end goal. Still, there will be games, she will just show him around first.
Once she's standing, she pats her outfit and puts on heels back on so she can make it down and gesture to him to follow.)
It's that big machine up in there and the little one under the TV.
( She’s always dressed better than him. Granted, he doesn’t look too bad himself? Jean jacket thrown over a black fitted tee with those cropped pants of his. His hair is slowly starting to get a bit longer and he’s thinking of growing it out a little, but. He’ll see what happens. He sure has the time to figure it out here. Not all the time in the world, but. Some time, at least.
Blue eyes sweep their gaze over her for a quick second and he follows along, hands stuffed in his pockets as they are. He looks back to her when she asks how he’s been and he gives a thoughtful glance up for a moment before he’s nodding as they go, keeping alongside her. )
I’m ok? I mean… things have been a little… yeah.
( Mostly concerning Scott, but. That’s a given. )
What about you? You’ll probably be busy with all this, huh?
(There are just people who can rock a potato sack, Nate happens to be one of those people. He needs to be introduced to leather jackets with studs, which she adds to her mental to do list as she takes a look over. She's already yapping at Julian to get his hair cut (by her), she might tell Nate to join them when she does.
But that's not the topic. The heels click and clack, creating a heightened noise in the silence. Usually, this place is bursting with life, and it's missing its people. It's something she is trying to bring here, but it's going to take a while. It's fine.
She stops by the wall, back against it.)
Wanna tell me about it?
(She's offering, again. Let's see.)
I'm busy-ish. I got a friend helping me out, and it's... A lot of planning, actually, but I'm figuring it out.
( When she stops, he does the same, standing there across from her with a bit of his weight leaning to one side. His talk with Scott a bit after he woke had been... interesting. Honestly, he had no idea how it was going to go, but he knew it was going to happen eventually. He just, you know, didn't think it would be so soon. Then again, any time might have felt too soon, so. Who knows.
A smile gently touches his lips when she mentions having help with all this and he lets himself take another look around them, more with his eyes than his mind. )
Least it gives you something to do here between these missions we got.
( Never mind he's only been on the one so far... sort of. Since he... was kind of asleep for most of it when not on Solmara, but. Technicalities. Tipping his weight, he rests his shoulder there against the wall, hands in his pockets and a sigh leaving him as he throws his blue-eyed gaze up above them for a moment. )
He wasn't happy that I kept it from him, but. I guess after I explained how weird it was for me, not just him, he sort of got the whole why part of it.
Fending off boredom isn't really my goal, but it does help a little.
(The reason why she is in this place back home... Well, they are reasons, starting there. Repaying the people she fucked over is one, certainly, and being around the goodie-two-shoes she came to love is another. Most importantly, it's just kind of what it represents. It's not about her, and the Cuckoos? They don't do anything selfless. They are selfish, power-hungry, manipulative, always for their own gain, their own entertainment, their own anything. Sophie, while very much a Cuckoo herself, sees a future where she can't undo what she has done, a future where she takes it all too far, and there is no way back for her morally.
She doesn't want that future. Hence, trying to do something that isn't for her, even here. It's so stupidly hard. Even the whole thing with Scott has her doubt her change capability, because her first instinct was to mess with his brain to at least get him in a place where he could listen.
Not that she did. Still, she had to fight herself so hard and remind herself that it's a choice. Chose right. With a sigh, she just looks at him with a small smile.)
He's just a kid, so you know, it's a bunch of information. He bit my head off too, so.
I know. ( A beat, he faintly smiles some. ) Maybe Cable will have better luck.
( Being the old and grumpy guy that he is. Patience or not, he knows the other mutant— his half-brother is protective of both himself and Scott. He's felt it. So he knows he'll do whatever he can to not only keep them safe, but to be there for them in whatever capacity that might be. Maybe it's the father in him. Not like he can relate there, just go off what he feels and picks up on. )
He just needs to figure his place out here. I can relate. But I mean... at least it's not as if I know Scott Summers at all in any capacity, so. Not much to compare him to. It might help a little. Maybe. We'll see.
Might be better. I'll admit, too, I am kind of in over my head with this mentoring thing. At least I told him I'm going to fuck up a bunch, so he's warned. I think he just needs to figure out who he is, not what everyone else thinks he will be. Gotta give him some space for that, I guess.
(She's not Emma "I Live To Teach" Frost. "Teaching Is My Passion" Frost. She's also figuring this out as she goes.
... But, you know. Nugget of information to Nate, if he hears it.)
Quire is in Slim's team currently, you know. If you ask him about Cyclops, you might get a somewhat decent answer if you can filter out the annoying.
( At the suggestion, the sound he makes is a soft one of amusement and he ducks his head for a moment. )
Yeah. Jean's here, too, so. You know.
( His mother who would definitely know Scott Summers best. Shrug of his shoulders, he looks back up, flicking his hair out of his face as he does. )
I don't know. Conversations I haven't had yet. Not sure when I will. ( Glancing off, he drags his teeth over his bottom lip for a moment. ) I just hope it works out for him.
(Just out of curiosity. She's a bit lost on the importance of Scott in his life, how much does he really miss a father figure or how much does he miss the father he could have. No clue. In her case, Emma has her moments that have the Cuckoos riled up, so it goes up and down.
She finds the ledge to sit on, patting the space next to her with danging legs after she removes the heels. Come on, he's finally talking, this is good.)
Bit fucked up, isn't it? Taking all of us from different worlds, different places, different times, just expecting it all to work out somehow.
He gives it a second or two after she pats the space beside her there on the ledge before he goes and takes a seat there, hands still in his pockets and a leg stretched out some. Looking ahead, he mulls that over. About how, for the most part, the mutants here are from relatively different points in time, if not a completely different Earth. )
Just a bit, yeah. Especially when you feel like the outsider around everyone else.
( He's mostly thinking of Scott there, but. He has the same feeling at times, too. )
I don't really see how something as stupid as camp could be considered a mission to prove your world is worth saving. But I'm also guessing it's not anything we're supposed to really understand just yet.
I know it's not the same, but if it helps, almost no one could tell I'm Sophie, and even then, everyone just knows the three that stayed alive, so I was also a little misplaced.
(Which she can't really blame them. They are identical, voice, looks, behavior, even Emma messes up sometimes. But, hey, look, she's doing somewhat okay. For all the bravado and attitude, the Cuckoos, especially the dead ones, are pretty damn friendless.
She can do it, he can do it, she supposes.)
My guess? It wasn't a real mission. They wanted to keep us occupied while you guys were off.
( He hums at her guess concerning their recent camping expedition and looks back ahead. It’s definitely something to consider and something to keep an eye out for going forward, he thinks. All the trouble they’d gone to in order to assist and even retrieve Aurora’s… brother. Strange to think artificial intelligence can have family like that, but. Seems to be a thing. Here he is hoping their efforts won’t have been in vain. )
Guess we’ll just have to keep all eyes open.
( Looking back to her with those blue eyes of his, he lets his gaze linger for a little before he offers her a quiet smile, just barely there. )
How are things with you besides having all this responsibility on you now?
( Both with Scott and this building she has for herself. )
That's literally all we have, anyway. Not like we have a technopath in the team.
(And truth be told, she absolutely hates it. What can she even do? Kool-aid woman in diamond form through the servers? What for? Accomplishes absolutely nothing. Pretty ridiculous, if you ask her.
With her face resting on her knuckles, elbow on her thigh, there's a sigh when he finishes asking.)
It's fine. It's new, I have no idea what I am doing, but I'm doing it anyway. Aside from that, I'm currently wondering if I scared you too hard.
( He can’t help the blink he gives when she goes and says what she does there, gaze trailing off some, bemused for only a moment before that smile is gently touching his lips again. Leaning over a touch, he bumps his shoulder to hers, gently. )
Feel like this is a trick question.
( What woman doesn’t want to put a man in their place? Still, his words are playfully soft and he’s looking ahead again, letting go of a sigh there on his lips. )
I’m good. Figuring things out, like I said. But I get the feeling a lot of us are here to some degree.
(Oof. Yeah, he is correct. It would be, 99.9% of the time, especially coming from a Stepford Cuckoo. No offense taken, but instead, a small chuckle as she rests her head on his shoulder for a moment there.)
I'm assuming no one told you anything about me either, so I guess you were kind of robbed of the cautionary tales. Today, it's not a trick question.
(At least it's said in a light, gentle tone, almost a joke for the last part of her sentence.
Not from her, at least. The only one in this place who has dealt with her personally and remembers it is Quentin. Julian has, too, but he's not from the same time as Sophie is, so it matters less.
Still, though. Cuckoos are an entity.)
Yeah. Everyone who was blessed and cursed with an X-Gene has not a single moment of peace, unfortunately.
( When her head touches his shoulder, he looks to her with a gentleness that's almost hidden before he lets his gaze drift off across the room, quiet there as he sits with her on the ledge. A glance down, hair falls in front of his face. )
Feels like it.
( More so back on Earth than here, but. Who knows. Maybe that’ll change with the missions or everything else. Either way, he tips his head back — flicks those bangs out of his face — and looks up as he sits there, hands coming out of his pockets to curl fingers under the lip of the ledge. )
Guess all we can do is take it one day at a time, right?
(She does notice the softness, but likewise, she notices the lack of an arm wrapping around her with the opening she has given. Well, suppose that is that.
It's all she can do, open, offer, and whether he takes it or not is up to him. She isn't pulling away, though. Instead, she's sighing, and without meaning to, she picks up on that mention of Earth versus Etraya.
Well.)
Here too, Nate. I have had people bug me to learn who the telepaths are, what we can do, and I have heard a human with all the "good intentions" thinking about how they can "help". I'd be careful.
( Out of the corner of his eye he looks to her — picks up on something without meaning to. Sometimes he hates that. Feeling everything around him. Always a gentle brush across his own feelings and mind, like a cool breeze on a summer day. It’s easy enough to ignore it, just as it’s easy enough to take in a deep breath and slip into everything that comes with that breeze.
Gentle, fingers reach over to take hers, a squeeze given as he looks to her. Pensive. )
I won’t let anything happen to you… and I’m not saying that because I don’t think you can handle yourself. I just mean I’ll look out for you and if you need me, I’ll be there.
( A beat, he looks down to their fingers, hand holding hers. )
She's the strongest sister, and yet, here, after going non-contact so abrutly, her powers are all glitchy, unreliable, and she lacks what the full set can do. She's an extremely competent telepath, but it's different — relying on versions of yourself versus other people. Harder is doing it in a normal way, not manipulating her way through it.
She means to tell him, at least. Her eyes dart to their joint hands, a thumb caressing across skin before she sighs.)
Honestly, with how things were before I got here, I'd be more concerned about me doing something impulsive rather than them managing to hurt me.
( The brush of her thumb has his eyes fall shut for just a moment and he opens them again with that softness there in the bright blue shade he wears. She’s always wanting to know about him — where he’s from and what he’s thinking or feeling without prying it out of him. She feels guarded sometimes with her own things, like Quentin, but. Maybe they all are to an extent. Maybe they’re all carrying their own traumas, guilts, mistakes, and anger that they’d rather just not talk about. It’s easy enough to feel it there on the surface of one’s mind, another thing entirely to force open the door and take a look with or without consent.
So he leans again — presses his brow to hers and looks to her, hand still holding hers. )
No… but if you want to, you can. Or you can show me, if that’s easier.
(At least, well, what she is about to tell him is going to probably explain a lot about who she is as a person, and about the sentiment a lot of them carry. Different ones, certainly, but the last few months have been... Complicated, or will be in Julian's case — nevermind the fact she spoiled it already.
Well. She won't show, because it does not pertain just to her, and it's not really fair to Julian when the version they have wasn't the one alongside her back home. He still has a home, and she should have kept her big telepathic mind shut.
Alas.)
Well. The short version? We lost our home. The Five-in-One took it pretty hard, and we decided to go on light terrorism with a douchebag to try and have a home again. Get humans shaking in their little boots with a bit of destruction here and there, manipulate some people on the ground to be at the right place at the right time and get it filmed, and steer some votes so they'd give us designated spaces, and we'd use the proximity to strike back.
(Hopefully he gets that that's just code for the hivemind.)
Turns out, sending the one Cuckoo that wants to die a hero is kind of shit for terrorist plans. I ended up, ugh, caring, and I couldn't go along with it. Cut myself off the hivemind entirely, fucked over my powers, which you've seen, and I'm just trying to do good instead of the usual self-serving bullshit.
That said, I'm still so angry, so it's a whole loop of me trying not to dip back everytime the people here get on my nerves with the well-intentions or general anti-telepathy speech.
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Date: 2025-06-10 08:08 pm (UTC)Well, she's currently checking a spreadsheet for inventory when she senses his presence approaching, doing a last check before she puts it aside.)
Hey. Welcome to my piece of home.
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Date: 2025-06-10 08:15 pm (UTC)He offers her a gentle smile that barely touches his lips and pushes those thoughts aside like always. A nod of his head, hands still in pockets, he takes another look around as he slowly makes his way in further. )
You asked Aurora for all this?
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Date: 2025-06-10 11:59 pm (UTC)Never how she died, all the times she has, about Krakoa and how this place keeps the dream alive. How she almost, almost screwed over the people she loves and was complacent with murder so they could have it back.
Good thing she's turning a whole new leaf, so she gestures around with a smile on her lips.)
Sure did. Kinda reminds me what I'm fighting to save in this place, but you know, it also comes with all the stuff I need for the community effort. Want a tour?
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Date: 2025-06-11 12:17 am (UTC)When she offers a tour, he looks to her before he’s throwing his gaze around the place again, nod slow and gentle. )
Sure. Long as we end up where your games are.
( And so he’ll follow because she knows this place best. )
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Date: 2025-06-11 01:44 pm (UTC)Once she's standing, she pats her outfit and puts on heels back on so she can make it down and gesture to him to follow.)
It's that big machine up in there and the little one under the TV.
(Up the stairs, first stop is the uniform stand.)
How are you feeling, Nate? Better?
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Date: 2025-06-11 02:02 pm (UTC)Blue eyes sweep their gaze over her for a quick second and he follows along, hands stuffed in his pockets as they are. He looks back to her when she asks how he’s been and he gives a thoughtful glance up for a moment before he’s nodding as they go, keeping alongside her. )
I’m ok? I mean… things have been a little… yeah.
( Mostly concerning Scott, but. That’s a given. )
What about you? You’ll probably be busy with all this, huh?
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Date: 2025-06-11 08:56 pm (UTC)But that's not the topic. The heels click and clack, creating a heightened noise in the silence. Usually, this place is bursting with life, and it's missing its people. It's something she is trying to bring here, but it's going to take a while. It's fine.
She stops by the wall, back against it.)
Wanna tell me about it?
(She's offering, again. Let's see.)
I'm busy-ish. I got a friend helping me out, and it's... A lot of planning, actually, but I'm figuring it out.
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Date: 2025-06-11 09:07 pm (UTC)A smile gently touches his lips when she mentions having help with all this and he lets himself take another look around them, more with his eyes than his mind. )
Least it gives you something to do here between these missions we got.
( Never mind he's only been on the one so far... sort of. Since he... was kind of asleep for most of it when not on Solmara, but. Technicalities. Tipping his weight, he rests his shoulder there against the wall, hands in his pockets and a sigh leaving him as he throws his blue-eyed gaze up above them for a moment. )
He wasn't happy that I kept it from him, but. I guess after I explained how weird it was for me, not just him, he sort of got the whole why part of it.
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Date: 2025-06-11 09:20 pm (UTC)(The reason why she is in this place back home... Well, they are reasons, starting there. Repaying the people she fucked over is one, certainly, and being around the goodie-two-shoes she came to love is another. Most importantly, it's just kind of what it represents. It's not about her, and the Cuckoos? They don't do anything selfless. They are selfish, power-hungry, manipulative, always for their own gain, their own entertainment, their own anything. Sophie, while very much a Cuckoo herself, sees a future where she can't undo what she has done, a future where she takes it all too far, and there is no way back for her morally.
She doesn't want that future. Hence, trying to do something that isn't for her, even here. It's so stupidly hard. Even the whole thing with Scott has her doubt her change capability, because her first instinct was to mess with his brain to at least get him in a place where he could listen.
Not that she did. Still, she had to fight herself so hard and remind herself that it's a choice. Chose right. With a sigh, she just looks at him with a small smile.)
He's just a kid, so you know, it's a bunch of information. He bit my head off too, so.
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Date: 2025-06-11 09:26 pm (UTC)( Being the old and grumpy guy that he is. Patience or not, he knows the other mutant— his half-brother is protective of both himself and Scott. He's felt it. So he knows he'll do whatever he can to not only keep them safe, but to be there for them in whatever capacity that might be. Maybe it's the father in him. Not like he can relate there, just go off what he feels and picks up on. )
He just needs to figure his place out here. I can relate. But I mean... at least it's not as if I know Scott Summers at all in any capacity, so. Not much to compare him to. It might help a little. Maybe. We'll see.
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Date: 2025-06-11 09:40 pm (UTC)(She's not Emma "I Live To Teach" Frost. "Teaching Is My Passion" Frost. She's also figuring this out as she goes.
... But, you know. Nugget of information to Nate, if he hears it.)
Quire is in Slim's team currently, you know. If you ask him about Cyclops, you might get a somewhat decent answer if you can filter out the annoying.
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Date: 2025-06-11 09:45 pm (UTC)Yeah. Jean's here, too, so. You know.
( His mother who would definitely know Scott Summers best. Shrug of his shoulders, he looks back up, flicking his hair out of his face as he does. )
I don't know. Conversations I haven't had yet. Not sure when I will. ( Glancing off, he drags his teeth over his bottom lip for a moment. ) I just hope it works out for him.
( For Scott here. )
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Date: 2025-06-11 10:29 pm (UTC)(Just out of curiosity. She's a bit lost on the importance of Scott in his life, how much does he really miss a father figure or how much does he miss the father he could have. No clue. In her case, Emma has her moments that have the Cuckoos riled up, so it goes up and down.
She finds the ledge to sit on, patting the space next to her with danging legs after she removes the heels. Come on, he's finally talking, this is good.)
Bit fucked up, isn't it? Taking all of us from different worlds, different places, different times, just expecting it all to work out somehow.
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Date: 2025-06-11 10:41 pm (UTC)He gives it a second or two after she pats the space beside her there on the ledge before he goes and takes a seat there, hands still in his pockets and a leg stretched out some. Looking ahead, he mulls that over. About how, for the most part, the mutants here are from relatively different points in time, if not a completely different Earth. )
Just a bit, yeah. Especially when you feel like the outsider around everyone else.
( He's mostly thinking of Scott there, but. He has the same feeling at times, too. )
I don't really see how something as stupid as camp could be considered a mission to prove your world is worth saving. But I'm also guessing it's not anything we're supposed to really understand just yet.
( Or maybe ever. Hell if he knows. )
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Date: 2025-06-11 11:26 pm (UTC)(Which she can't really blame them. They are identical, voice, looks, behavior, even Emma messes up sometimes. But, hey, look, she's doing somewhat okay. For all the bravado and attitude, the Cuckoos, especially the dead ones, are pretty damn friendless.
She can do it, he can do it, she supposes.)
My guess? It wasn't a real mission. They wanted to keep us occupied while you guys were off.
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Date: 2025-06-11 11:40 pm (UTC)Guess we’ll just have to keep all eyes open.
( Looking back to her with those blue eyes of his, he lets his gaze linger for a little before he offers her a quiet smile, just barely there. )
How are things with you besides having all this responsibility on you now?
( Both with Scott and this building she has for herself. )
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Date: 2025-06-12 12:13 am (UTC)(And truth be told, she absolutely hates it. What can she even do? Kool-aid woman in diamond form through the servers? What for? Accomplishes absolutely nothing. Pretty ridiculous, if you ask her.
With her face resting on her knuckles, elbow on her thigh, there's a sigh when he finishes asking.)
It's fine. It's new, I have no idea what I am doing, but I'm doing it anyway. Aside from that, I'm currently wondering if I scared you too hard.
(She knows she is so much.)
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Date: 2025-06-12 08:56 am (UTC)Feel like this is a trick question.
( What woman doesn’t want to put a man in their place? Still, his words are playfully soft and he’s looking ahead again, letting go of a sigh there on his lips. )
I’m good. Figuring things out, like I said. But I get the feeling a lot of us are here to some degree.
( Mutants, he means. )
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Date: 2025-06-12 11:58 am (UTC)I'm assuming no one told you anything about me either, so I guess you were kind of robbed of the cautionary tales. Today, it's not a trick question.
(At least it's said in a light, gentle tone, almost a joke for the last part of her sentence.
Not from her, at least. The only one in this place who has dealt with her personally and remembers it is Quentin. Julian has, too, but he's not from the same time as Sophie is, so it matters less.
Still, though. Cuckoos are an entity.)
Yeah. Everyone who was blessed and cursed with an X-Gene has not a single moment of peace, unfortunately.
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Date: 2025-06-12 01:43 pm (UTC)Feels like it.
( More so back on Earth than here, but. Who knows. Maybe that’ll change with the missions or everything else. Either way, he tips his head back — flicks those bangs out of his face — and looks up as he sits there, hands coming out of his pockets to curl fingers under the lip of the ledge. )
Guess all we can do is take it one day at a time, right?
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Date: 2025-06-12 01:57 pm (UTC)It's all she can do, open, offer, and whether he takes it or not is up to him. She isn't pulling away, though. Instead, she's sighing, and without meaning to, she picks up on that mention of Earth versus Etraya.
Well.)
Here too, Nate. I have had people bug me to learn who the telepaths are, what we can do, and I have heard a human with all the "good intentions" thinking about how they can "help". I'd be careful.
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Date: 2025-06-12 02:06 pm (UTC)Gentle, fingers reach over to take hers, a squeeze given as he looks to her. Pensive. )
I won’t let anything happen to you… and I’m not saying that because I don’t think you can handle yourself. I just mean I’ll look out for you and if you need me, I’ll be there.
( A beat, he looks down to their fingers, hand holding hers. )
You got me.
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Date: 2025-06-12 02:22 pm (UTC)(It's hard.
She's the strongest sister, and yet, here, after going non-contact so abrutly, her powers are all glitchy, unreliable, and she lacks what the full set can do. She's an extremely competent telepath, but it's different — relying on versions of yourself versus other people. Harder is doing it in a normal way, not manipulating her way through it.
She means to tell him, at least. Her eyes dart to their joint hands, a thumb caressing across skin before she sighs.)
Honestly, with how things were before I got here, I'd be more concerned about me doing something impulsive rather than them managing to hurt me.
... Did I tell you what happened at home?
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Date: 2025-06-12 02:33 pm (UTC)So he leans again — presses his brow to hers and looks to her, hand still holding hers. )
No… but if you want to, you can. Or you can show me, if that’s easier.
( Telepaths and all. )
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Date: 2025-06-12 07:31 pm (UTC)(At least, well, what she is about to tell him is going to probably explain a lot about who she is as a person, and about the sentiment a lot of them carry. Different ones, certainly, but the last few months have been... Complicated, or will be in Julian's case — nevermind the fact she spoiled it already.
Well. She won't show, because it does not pertain just to her, and it's not really fair to Julian when the version they have wasn't the one alongside her back home. He still has a home, and she should have kept her big telepathic mind shut.
Alas.)
Well. The short version? We lost our home. The Five-in-One took it pretty hard, and we decided to go on light terrorism with a douchebag to try and have a home again. Get humans shaking in their little boots with a bit of destruction here and there, manipulate some people on the ground to be at the right place at the right time and get it filmed, and steer some votes so they'd give us designated spaces, and we'd use the proximity to strike back.
(Hopefully he gets that that's just code for the hivemind.)
Turns out, sending the one Cuckoo that wants to die a hero is kind of shit for terrorist plans. I ended up, ugh, caring, and I couldn't go along with it. Cut myself off the hivemind entirely, fucked over my powers, which you've seen, and I'm just trying to do good instead of the usual self-serving bullshit.
That said, I'm still so angry, so it's a whole loop of me trying not to dip back everytime the people here get on my nerves with the well-intentions or general anti-telepathy speech.
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