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Kayla set down the newspaper with a smug grin.
We're heroes. Big goddamn heroes.
The last several months had been exceptionally busy for Kayla as she'd continued working for the Institute, balancing that with an increasingly busy career as Shockwave, one of the newer, awesomer generation of X-Men. She'd had an individual costume made and everything, a sleeveless black-and-purple number which allowed her to prominently display the X-Men logo she'd had tattooed on her arm. It turned out there was a cool place downtown that knew how to do tattoos and piercings for mutants. She'd got a nose stud from the same people and dyed her dark hair the same purple as her outfit.
Swiping a surplus muffin from the lot of blueberry muffins she'd baked a little earlier in the day, she went into one of the common areas with her stolen treasure and a cup of tea, flicking on the television to hear yet another story about the X-Men and their startling new popularity and the increasing media interest in the New Mutants off in New Jersey.
Hell of a world we live in today.
But more than anything, it made her proud. Proud of her family, for the Institute and the X-Men had long since become the family that counted. She'd never forget, of course, about her family back home or deep down, wish they'd see past their hatred, but Kayla had no time to wait for a happy reunion that would never come.
She had work to do. Just, not, thankfully, right now.
We're heroes. Big goddamn heroes.
The last several months had been exceptionally busy for Kayla as she'd continued working for the Institute, balancing that with an increasingly busy career as Shockwave, one of the newer, awesomer generation of X-Men. She'd had an individual costume made and everything, a sleeveless black-and-purple number which allowed her to prominently display the X-Men logo she'd had tattooed on her arm. It turned out there was a cool place downtown that knew how to do tattoos and piercings for mutants. She'd got a nose stud from the same people and dyed her dark hair the same purple as her outfit.
Swiping a surplus muffin from the lot of blueberry muffins she'd baked a little earlier in the day, she went into one of the common areas with her stolen treasure and a cup of tea, flicking on the television to hear yet another story about the X-Men and their startling new popularity and the increasing media interest in the New Mutants off in New Jersey.
Hell of a world we live in today.
But more than anything, it made her proud. Proud of her family, for the Institute and the X-Men had long since become the family that counted. She'd never forget, of course, about her family back home or deep down, wish they'd see past their hatred, but Kayla had no time to wait for a happy reunion that would never come.
She had work to do. Just, not, thankfully, right now.
Edited 2016-03-09 01:24 (UTC)
Fred on the other hand felt sick to his stomach most days. Offering to help Dolemeck regain his ability to walk, which he could have and would have done, still did not grant him access to the damn laboratory facilities. So for the sake of his research he bit his tongue and joined the ridiculous student program. Frankly he felt he could instruct half the things the teachers "taught" in those classes himself. Whatever his progenitor's faults, his extensive learning curriculum had been efficient. He did not believe in the X-Men's cause. He had no illusions that this "acceptance" that the team was currently enjoying was anything other than a fad. The team had done something that homo sapiens benefited from. Before long they would remember why mutants were dangerous once more and the status quo would resume. The sheer naivete exhibited by everyone lately was just so..so..infuriating!
Just a little longer, Friedrich. Eyes on the prize and all that.
Just a little longer, Friedrich. Eyes on the prize and all that.
Rachel looked at the stack of late admission applications for the Summer. Then she looked at the almost toppling stack for Fall admissions. Everyone and their twenty-seventh cousin twice removed wanted to be tested for latent mutant powers and get into the school for mutants.
"Oh, flonq me." It was going to be a long afternoon.
"Oh, flonq me." It was going to be a long afternoon.
Rose too, had been promoted to the field team. She'd traded her burgundy and yellow, somewhat haphazard costume for a yellow and blue number that more quickly resembled that of her father's, and taken up the Wolverine name. Her focus with her psyionic claws had improved significantly, to the point where she could pierce most non-living materials with them easily, and deliver a powerful psychic shock to anything alive.
But going from student and sometime scrapper to full fledged super-hero? It was almost more than she could get her head around. And she was certainly cynical enough to be waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"Hey, Shake'n'bake."
But going from student and sometime scrapper to full fledged super-hero? It was almost more than she could get her head around. And she was certainly cynical enough to be waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"Hey, Shake'n'bake."
Doug leaned against the doorframe. "Well, if we get the teaching staff, we could always rebuild the Massachusetts Academy. Or go bi-coastal. I think Warren's got some property out there he's not using."
"We could have the teaching staff, if I gut the X-Men roster to get it. But with Topher and the others moved up, I don't want the burden on their shoulders." She sighed and put her hands flat on her desktop.
"At least with Alison and Longshot now stateside, that adds two more people to wrangle herd. Though don't tell him I said that. He'd show up in chaps."
"At least with Alison and Longshot now stateside, that adds two more people to wrangle herd. Though don't tell him I said that. He'd show up in chaps."
He chuckled a little. "He's always had a little trouble with metaphors."
Doug went on, "Have you talked to the Professor lately? That was a pretty big speech he gave the other day."
Doug went on, "Have you talked to the Professor lately? That was a pretty big speech he gave the other day."
She shook her head. "I haven't, no. I should. It's good that he managed to position himself in DC before all this happened."
"`sup, Wolves?" Kayla called out cheerfully. "Can you believe the people on the news are still talking about us?" She shook her head and grinned. "Not bad for our debut."
Kayla found the transition more than a little jarring, but at the same time, it was incredibly exhilarating. I'm one of the X-Men now. That was an absolutely astonishing thought.
Of course, they were still a little rough around the edges- and just plain rough. Shockwave and Wolverine, while good superheroes, weren't particularly kind to bad guys.
Kayla found the transition more than a little jarring, but at the same time, it was incredibly exhilarating. I'm one of the X-Men now. That was an absolutely astonishing thought.
Of course, they were still a little rough around the edges- and just plain rough. Shockwave and Wolverine, while good superheroes, weren't particularly kind to bad guys.
Open to Mansion folks who want to chat with the resident ghost
hauntingyou
2016-03-09 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
A lot had changed for Julia in the past six months. She was visible most of the time (when she wanted to be) and she was learning how to maintain a telekinetic "shell" around herself to prevent people and objects from accidentally passing through her. She was even presentable enough to go out for trips in public, as long as she stayed out of jostling crowds... her TK shield wasn't quite reliable enough for that, and the cold sensation from coming in contact with her ectoplasmic form could be quite shocking.
Still, she was happy. People could see her, and she could talk to them. She was making friends. She could do more than drift around and make things break. It was a good life. Afterlife. Whatever.
She sprawled out on the lawn, using a floating stylus to navigate pages on a tablet, reading all the nice things they were saying about her new friends.
Still, she was happy. People could see her, and she could talk to them. She was making friends. She could do more than drift around and make things break. It was a good life. Afterlife. Whatever.
She sprawled out on the lawn, using a floating stylus to navigate pages on a tablet, reading all the nice things they were saying about her new friends.
"Everybody calling us heroes...," Doug mused. "Reminds me of when X-Factor saved New York from Apocalypse. Or when the X-Men "died" in Dallas. People said the same kinds of things then too."
He shook his head. "Hope this time it lasts."
He shook his head. "Hope this time it lasts."
Rose chuckled a little. "Pretty danged amazing," she agreed. "Like the good publicity in general... though not sure how I feel about the specific."
"I'd say any decent publicity for mutants is a good thing." Kayla replied thoughtfully. "Though the whole celebrity thing is going to be strange. Not like either of us exactly fade into the night with our outfits. At least you've got a mask. Kids at culinary school are gonna find out pretty quickly the new girl punches supervillains in her spare time."
It was something she hadn't thought of a whole lot, but while she'd always assumed that superheroics was a 'right now' thing and not a permanent lifestyle choice, she was finding it was quite to her liking.
"Pretty sure they'll start writing fanfics about us, though. Can't wait to find out what all the horrid ships are."
It was something she hadn't thought of a whole lot, but while she'd always assumed that superheroics was a 'right now' thing and not a permanent lifestyle choice, she was finding it was quite to her liking.
"Pretty sure they'll start writing fanfics about us, though. Can't wait to find out what all the horrid ships are."
"Pointy mask is traditional," Rose said. "Not as good a disguise as an eyepatch, but ya do what ya can."
She tilted her head slightly. "'Ships'?"
She tilted her head slightly. "'Ships'?"
"Hey, now you just hurt me feelings!" Dolemeck walked towards the two, placing a hand over his chest to feign pain over Rose's words. He then adjusted his eye patch with a big ol' grin on his face.
"By the way, when it comes to "ships", you two best stay off the internet. It is as you fear Kayla, luv. It is bad. But on the bright side, you both appear to be very well loved by the media. So that is something at least."
"By the way, when it comes to "ships", you two best stay off the internet. It is as you fear Kayla, luv. It is bad. But on the bright side, you both appear to be very well loved by the media. So that is something at least."
"... please, I'm all over the fanfic scene. And Rose, 'ship' is 'relationship'. Whether they're actual ones or not. We're ... frequently a couple in the fanfics." Kayla laughed slightly awkwardly.
"Hey Dolemeck. What's up?"
Kayla made room on the couch for Rose and Dolemeck if they wanted to have a seat.
"Hey Dolemeck. What's up?"
Kayla made room on the couch for Rose and Dolemeck if they wanted to have a seat.
Rose looked between the two of them as she sat down.
"And... people write this stuff? About real people?"
"And... people write this stuff? About real people?"
"Aye, and fictional characters as well." Dolemeck pointed out, leaning up against the side of the sofa. "And not much, Kayla, luv. Just trying to stay clear of any e-mails or phone calls. The usual."
He then made a somewhat sly face as he looked over at Kayla.
"Do we dare tell her about slash and femships as well? Or should we just let nature take it's course?"
He then made a somewhat sly face as he looked over at Kayla.
"Do we dare tell her about slash and femships as well? Or should we just let nature take it's course?"
Re: Open to Mansion folks who want to chat with the resident ghost
dazzle_daybreak
2016-03-12 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Josie burst out the doors of the mansion, looking around, and spotting Julia. "Hey! You got a minute? She had a sheaf of papers clutched to her chest. She needed a set of eyes. Any other set of eyes right now.
"I don't mind it when it's fictional characters." Kayla had a few of those herself though she wasn't much of a writer, so thus far, she'd restricted herself to reading them. She paused for a moment. "But when it's real people, it's just creepy as shit. And potential lawsuit material."
"But creepy shipfics aside, things are good, yeah? It's nice to have some positive attention for a change." Though she wondered how long that would last. News cycles and narratives were often slippery.
"But creepy shipfics aside, things are good, yeah? It's nice to have some positive attention for a change." Though she wondered how long that would last. News cycles and narratives were often slippery.
Re: Open to Mansion folks who want to chat with the resident ghost
hauntingyou
2016-03-12 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure. I'm not really doing anything right now."
The stylus floated down onto the grass.
"What's up?"
The stylus floated down onto the grass.
"What's up?"
Rose just shook her head. "I'm startin' to think I'm glad I don't go on the internet much."
Fred wasn't the only one sick about the hero bit. Bobbi was a ball of nerves, the bioengineered girl also was really wondering if her winged donor dad had the issue of people trying to steal feathers when he went out in public.
"Hey Fred," hey may as well be polite even though she was walking around under a blanket. Last thing she wanted was classmates teasing her about molting.
"Hey Fred," hey may as well be polite even though she was walking around under a blanket. Last thing she wanted was classmates teasing her about molting.
He glanced back. "Hello, Bobbi." He turned back, then did a legit double-take. "What on earth are you doing?"
"Going down to medical to get some oinment. And so not going anywhere outside until the fame bit becomes yesterday's news. Seriously you'd think people would ASK before touching animal appendages.". She grumbled. "Really doubt Warren had to deal with this... If he did it stopped when he turned blue."
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