Forsythe@mattmanganonyes. He'd still be a mutant.
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@mattmanganon this follows the movies, yes. Specifically, the revised timeline. Since magneto is not exactly evil, and Raven is good, the Jiggernatu is still behind bars, but we can talk shop about how he'd be a little different. On the other hand, I do encourage you to make your own character, if possible.
@Tickoutof course
"Hell if I know. I don't know everyone who walks into the mansion doors." Logan shrugged after a rather brief pause. "That's Summers' job." He had no idea who she was, but the motorcyclist seemed to know a lot about him. That look, one he had seen before, was one of history. Maybe she was just another face he forgot.
He brought himself back to her other topic of conversation. "What do you have to hide? We all die every now and then, and there's hardly a soul over eighteen in this place that hasn't taken a life before. Is Jean gonna find out you have a soft spot for kittens or something?"
Danielle Moonstar had just watched her first period class leave as Bonny entered the room. She greeted the young woman with a smile, sitting at her plain desk, a few small mementos from her home. "Good morning!" Her voice rang out in the rather quiet classroom. Miss Moonstar was just one of those people who could get you to spill your secrets in only a few moments. However, she seemed rather jolly today, something that never spelled good fortune for the class. "You must be one of the new students. We just started on the establishment of the United States in America. Everything we've gone over is in this packet. Look over it if you'd like, there's nothing against you if you don't do it."
She pointed to a little packet of papers at the edge of her desk, filled with the notes of the past units about early American history.
"Now, picking up where we left off, who remembers the original location of the White House, and how it was used before the big move to DC?"
"Good morning, everyone." Hank McCoy greeted his students as he did every day, looking at them one by one. "I hope your projects are all going tell so far, remember. The Philosophy in film assignment will be due the week before winter break starts."
That was right, Shawn reminded himself. Hank had set them up with an assignment that he believed would be grasping. The project was to pick out a film and study it, seeing what kind of philosophical tropes were used and how they are used effectively to push the movie forward. It wasn't too challenging of a task, but Shawn did get bored of watching The Terminator again and again. He practically knew all of the lines at this point.
Shawn looked over to Heidi. He wondered what kind of movie she was studying for the assignment, if she even had to at all with her computer brain. Maybe she just watched a movie the first time and could list all of the things that happened and what they allude to.
He brought himself back to her other topic of conversation. "What do you have to hide? We all die every now and then, and there's hardly a soul over eighteen in this place that hasn't taken a life before. Is Jean gonna find out you have a soft spot for kittens or something?"
Danielle Moonstar had just watched her first period class leave as Bonny entered the room. She greeted the young woman with a smile, sitting at her plain desk, a few small mementos from her home. "Good morning!" Her voice rang out in the rather quiet classroom. Miss Moonstar was just one of those people who could get you to spill your secrets in only a few moments. However, she seemed rather jolly today, something that never spelled good fortune for the class. "You must be one of the new students. We just started on the establishment of the United States in America. Everything we've gone over is in this packet. Look over it if you'd like, there's nothing against you if you don't do it."
She pointed to a little packet of papers at the edge of her desk, filled with the notes of the past units about early American history.
"Now, picking up where we left off, who remembers the original location of the White House, and how it was used before the big move to DC?"
"Good morning, everyone." Hank McCoy greeted his students as he did every day, looking at them one by one. "I hope your projects are all going tell so far, remember. The Philosophy in film assignment will be due the week before winter break starts."
That was right, Shawn reminded himself. Hank had set them up with an assignment that he believed would be grasping. The project was to pick out a film and study it, seeing what kind of philosophical tropes were used and how they are used effectively to push the movie forward. It wasn't too challenging of a task, but Shawn did get bored of watching The Terminator again and again. He practically knew all of the lines at this point.
Shawn looked over to Heidi. He wondered what kind of movie she was studying for the assignment, if she even had to at all with her computer brain. Maybe she just watched a movie the first time and could list all of the things that happened and what they allude to.
I'll get a short post up to start class in a moment!
"Fine, fine." Shawn cracked a smile and faced Heidi, his right hand raised. "Scouts honor. I'll check in with the doc later." Her attitude towards his seemed almost familiar, but Shawn couldn't place a face. It was definitely motherly, and Shawn could remember his own mother, but it was the little details that escaped him. Refusing to worry about that, he continued on.
He didn't realize how many classes she and him shared. Maybe it was because he was normally too busy with school and training to really forge bonds with people, maybe it was just his forgetful self not realizing that he saw many faces in more than one class during the day.
His eyes glanced at another clock. They were good on time. The period bell wouldn't ring for another ten minutes. More than enough time to get to class and get settled.
Shawn hadn't spoken to Dr. McCoy since class the day before. Philosophy wasn't Shawn's favorite class, but it was a class that he had to take to fill time and get credits, so he put in maximum effort into it like he did everything else.
Booker and Emma waved Bonny off. It was only afterwards that they spoke once more.
"For a man who plans so far ahead to induct students into his team who just got here..." Emma drifted off, remembering the events of the day before.
"We're lucky everyone survived in one peace. We all made mistakes that day, and we're all learning from them. But I do think that Bonny will be a good help. She's not leader material, I don't think she sees it in herself, but either someone will stand up, or they'll put it to a vote. We're the safety net." Booker felt like he needed to remind Emma of everything. Surely one broken egg would teach them what not to do. When they finally set out on Emma's personal request, they should be a fully functional team.
Emma laughed softly. "And Remy flew her here?" Glancing at Bonny's mind, she got the events from the day before. "You're a strange man. Maybe you should be spymaster instead of Sage."
Remembering certain faces and events when you forget all else is a pain that Logan knew. He didn't say anything about it, letting the girl ramble on, but He did remember those faces, the blood, all of the deaths that he caused. He knew all the little details of those events, forwards and backwards.
His claws? For a second, he extended them fully before retracting them. As always, he felt a little something, but the pain had long since been numbed to his mind.
"You're gonna wanna see Jean." He looked at Rosemary again. "Your mutation's all subconscious. But you can bring that stuff to the front of your mind with some training." He remembered Raven telling him and the others about Darwin, another mutant with an adaptation mutation.
He was about to say something else, but the sound of another motorcycle could be heard in the distance. Whoever they were, they were moving awful fast in a school zone. Logan didn't pay them any mind, even when they arrived.
The motorcycle looked a lot like Logan's, but in better condition, and lacking the claw marks on the side. It's rider, who had stepped off the bike, removed their helmet to reveal a head of long black hair, paired with aged and cold eyes.
She took a look at Logan, obviously wanting to say something to him or ask him, but she went on inside without a word. She only gave a glance to Rosemary. The teen was no one she remembered.
Sage loved her future tech. From her glasses, she could monitor the classroom. Everything about Tatiana's posture and speaking was correct, even so good to force Kurt into taking a minute to prepare something himself. However, when the time came for him to speak, the bell rang, alerting the students that the period was now over.
"Good job, Tatiana. You'll do excellent in the field one day." She spoke to the dhampir directly before addressing the class. "No Homeowrkd for today. Just go over everything in class. Tomorrow will be dedicated to acting."
He didn't realize how many classes she and him shared. Maybe it was because he was normally too busy with school and training to really forge bonds with people, maybe it was just his forgetful self not realizing that he saw many faces in more than one class during the day.
His eyes glanced at another clock. They were good on time. The period bell wouldn't ring for another ten minutes. More than enough time to get to class and get settled.
Shawn hadn't spoken to Dr. McCoy since class the day before. Philosophy wasn't Shawn's favorite class, but it was a class that he had to take to fill time and get credits, so he put in maximum effort into it like he did everything else.
Booker and Emma waved Bonny off. It was only afterwards that they spoke once more.
"For a man who plans so far ahead to induct students into his team who just got here..." Emma drifted off, remembering the events of the day before.
"We're lucky everyone survived in one peace. We all made mistakes that day, and we're all learning from them. But I do think that Bonny will be a good help. She's not leader material, I don't think she sees it in herself, but either someone will stand up, or they'll put it to a vote. We're the safety net." Booker felt like he needed to remind Emma of everything. Surely one broken egg would teach them what not to do. When they finally set out on Emma's personal request, they should be a fully functional team.
Emma laughed softly. "And Remy flew her here?" Glancing at Bonny's mind, she got the events from the day before. "You're a strange man. Maybe you should be spymaster instead of Sage."
Remembering certain faces and events when you forget all else is a pain that Logan knew. He didn't say anything about it, letting the girl ramble on, but He did remember those faces, the blood, all of the deaths that he caused. He knew all the little details of those events, forwards and backwards.
His claws? For a second, he extended them fully before retracting them. As always, he felt a little something, but the pain had long since been numbed to his mind.
"You're gonna wanna see Jean." He looked at Rosemary again. "Your mutation's all subconscious. But you can bring that stuff to the front of your mind with some training." He remembered Raven telling him and the others about Darwin, another mutant with an adaptation mutation.
He was about to say something else, but the sound of another motorcycle could be heard in the distance. Whoever they were, they were moving awful fast in a school zone. Logan didn't pay them any mind, even when they arrived.
The motorcycle looked a lot like Logan's, but in better condition, and lacking the claw marks on the side. It's rider, who had stepped off the bike, removed their helmet to reveal a head of long black hair, paired with aged and cold eyes.
She took a look at Logan, obviously wanting to say something to him or ask him, but she went on inside without a word. She only gave a glance to Rosemary. The teen was no one she remembered.
Sage loved her future tech. From her glasses, she could monitor the classroom. Everything about Tatiana's posture and speaking was correct, even so good to force Kurt into taking a minute to prepare something himself. However, when the time came for him to speak, the bell rang, alerting the students that the period was now over.
"Good job, Tatiana. You'll do excellent in the field one day." She spoke to the dhampir directly before addressing the class. "No Homeowrkd for today. Just go over everything in class. Tomorrow will be dedicated to acting."
@TickoutI'd say just wing it, I'll have Emma guide her to where she needs to be until she's comfortable enough to go on her own.
@Burning KittyMuch like SHIELD, Xavier treats Blade as a private party. Vampires are treated as their own race, with dhampir simply being a hybrid race. Mutants are mutants, and Xavier will help however he can, but that sort of thing is best left to Blade and his circles. One can only imagine how rare a full mutant dhampir really is.
Tatiana would have better luck talking to Emma or Remy if she wanted to get into contact with those kinds of circles. Well, Remy. Emma is better in political, "illuminati" type places, Remy's better with his ear to the ground, hearing the stuttering footsteps of the monsters of the night.
Tatiana would have better luck talking to Emma or Remy if she wanted to get into contact with those kinds of circles. Well, Remy. Emma is better in political, "illuminati" type places, Remy's better with his ear to the ground, hearing the stuttering footsteps of the monsters of the night.
"It'll take time. Luckily, I don't think that this operation will require anesthesia. On the downside. You will be quite bored." And he got to work, playing with ideas in his mind on how to flush the limiter out safely. Whatever it truly was would be a good thing for both he and Forge to study as some point.
Emma and Booker nodded to the request about keeping her powers a secret for now. However, they did need to think of a replacement power so that people would be less inclined to ask her about it.
"As for the team, you'll be meeting them later today, after school hours." Booker began to explain to Bonny. "The team is still new. Everyone's still shaping up, so don't worry about being behind or anything." He wanted to try and ease her worries, at least for a little. "You'll be called when we're ready to train. Any other questions?"
"As good as I can be, I guess. Doc Clement was saying something about his biotic healing...? I can't remember. Anywho, I jumped ship so that he could put more focus onto Chrys. I can still walk, talk, and fight, there's no reason to hang over me when there are people with more serious injuries." He took a look back down the hallway that led to the medical bay. Shawn wouldn't have taken the day to stay in bed anyways. There were things to do like school and training. He probably needed to look over his armor again. Maybe this time he's let Forge play around with it, but there were places that Shanw needed to be.
Shawn began with a step, heading further down the hallway so he could get back to his room to grab his books and things. A quick glance at the clock made him sigh in relief. The school's schedule was pretty flexible. He didn't have anything for first period. Most didn't. As much as he loved training, first period classes were more advanced, dedicated to fine tuning already razor sharp skills like infiltration or espionage. Normally Shawn used this period for a light workout.
"So, where's your second class?" He asked Heidi, not exactly remembering where she went next. He had Philosophy with Dr. McCoy, then Mathematics, Science, P.E., Lunch, American History, Language, then another free period at the library to finish his school day off.
Logan didn't say or do anything, but it was somewhat refreshing to see that someone didn't know who he was. He was glad that he wasn't the only one like that sometimes. "Bub," He said again. "Pal, amigo." He said it in that slightly threatening way that action movie stars would spout oneliners. "Uh... Dude." He didn't really like saying it, but that was some of this shit kids said, she'd probably get that.
"Too hot to touch the important parts, you'll burn your fingers off. Just a few things here and there I need to touch up on." Logan wasn't one for company. It was his half-assed way of trying to get her to shoo off. "And no, I don't teach. They say I've been around a long time, but I don't remember most of it." He extended a single claw to dig into the heart of the engine, the knife-like extremity scraping against something he couldn't see. He retracted the claw and set down a wrench. He took a good look at it, then at a socket. He had the wrong size.
"Yeah, go get me the socket one size up from this. Make yourself useful while you're here." He tossed her the little socket piece from the wrench and went to examine the other side of the motorcycle.
"Tatiana." Sage said rather suddenly, quickly moving out of her lesson to look at Tatiana. Even if Dhampir was her codename, Sage didn't enjoy using it. It felt rather racist in some way, addressing someone by their race. "You are now a a wealthy businesswoman on an unwanted trip to Genosha. You wish to free as many mutants as you can by tricking Sir Bane Marshall into a trade in your favor." Sage motioned to Kurt, who bowed with a smile to Tatiana. He wore almost the exact same outfit as the day before, as if his wardrobe was filled with eight or nine sets to wear when relaxing or teaching.
Emma and Booker nodded to the request about keeping her powers a secret for now. However, they did need to think of a replacement power so that people would be less inclined to ask her about it.
"As for the team, you'll be meeting them later today, after school hours." Booker began to explain to Bonny. "The team is still new. Everyone's still shaping up, so don't worry about being behind or anything." He wanted to try and ease her worries, at least for a little. "You'll be called when we're ready to train. Any other questions?"
"As good as I can be, I guess. Doc Clement was saying something about his biotic healing...? I can't remember. Anywho, I jumped ship so that he could put more focus onto Chrys. I can still walk, talk, and fight, there's no reason to hang over me when there are people with more serious injuries." He took a look back down the hallway that led to the medical bay. Shawn wouldn't have taken the day to stay in bed anyways. There were things to do like school and training. He probably needed to look over his armor again. Maybe this time he's let Forge play around with it, but there were places that Shanw needed to be.
Shawn began with a step, heading further down the hallway so he could get back to his room to grab his books and things. A quick glance at the clock made him sigh in relief. The school's schedule was pretty flexible. He didn't have anything for first period. Most didn't. As much as he loved training, first period classes were more advanced, dedicated to fine tuning already razor sharp skills like infiltration or espionage. Normally Shawn used this period for a light workout.
"So, where's your second class?" He asked Heidi, not exactly remembering where she went next. He had Philosophy with Dr. McCoy, then Mathematics, Science, P.E., Lunch, American History, Language, then another free period at the library to finish his school day off.
Logan didn't say or do anything, but it was somewhat refreshing to see that someone didn't know who he was. He was glad that he wasn't the only one like that sometimes. "Bub," He said again. "Pal, amigo." He said it in that slightly threatening way that action movie stars would spout oneliners. "Uh... Dude." He didn't really like saying it, but that was some of this shit kids said, she'd probably get that.
"Too hot to touch the important parts, you'll burn your fingers off. Just a few things here and there I need to touch up on." Logan wasn't one for company. It was his half-assed way of trying to get her to shoo off. "And no, I don't teach. They say I've been around a long time, but I don't remember most of it." He extended a single claw to dig into the heart of the engine, the knife-like extremity scraping against something he couldn't see. He retracted the claw and set down a wrench. He took a good look at it, then at a socket. He had the wrong size.
"Yeah, go get me the socket one size up from this. Make yourself useful while you're here." He tossed her the little socket piece from the wrench and went to examine the other side of the motorcycle.
"Tatiana." Sage said rather suddenly, quickly moving out of her lesson to look at Tatiana. Even if Dhampir was her codename, Sage didn't enjoy using it. It felt rather racist in some way, addressing someone by their race. "You are now a a wealthy businesswoman on an unwanted trip to Genosha. You wish to free as many mutants as you can by tricking Sir Bane Marshall into a trade in your favor." Sage motioned to Kurt, who bowed with a smile to Tatiana. He wore almost the exact same outfit as the day before, as if his wardrobe was filled with eight or nine sets to wear when relaxing or teaching.
@Tickoutright now I'm waiting for silver carrot and burning kitty for Heidi and Rosemary to move. As soon as one of them does, I'll make another post up.
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