[His shoulder's lower, untensing just a little bit. He picks up a fry again and even pushes the plate a little closer to the center of the table, so she could take one if she wanted.]
(There we go. Nice, she did something good, and she's being rewarded with fries.
She's not touching them, though. A toothpick is going to pick up a fry for her before she takes it with her fingers, long pink nails on display before it goes into her mouth.)
I invited everyone in the manor, so that's all the mutants, but whether they will all come to the common room, I am not sure. Cait, Wade, Cable, Peter, You, Chrissy and Maria got invitations. That's kind of everyone I know. Just four depowered people, but I'll pair you with powered people for, I guess fairness.
(Since powers are encouraged and bullshit is, too.)
The most normal shit in that house is telekinesis and telepathy. That's 95% of us, with me, Nate, Quire, and ugh, Jean. Storm, self-explanatory, Hellion is TK, Hope is a power borrower, Josh is a healer, and I think that's pretty much it.
(Leaving out specifics. She's not going to go on the biokinesis shit that Josh has, or power manipulation, and blablabla. Still building that trust, but look, first step.)
So Hellion is telekinesis and not telepathy- you, Nate, Quire, and Jean are telepathy and also telekinesis, and I meant define the healing. Surface wounds, internal bleeding, organ failure, genetic diseases? The whole thing? Or just one of those?
You mean on Earth, right? Dying multiple times on Earth, and coming back to life, and you're saying that's not even the worst thing that happened to you.
Wanna know what impacts me? My sister going full-blown villain, using someone who cared about me to do something ridiculously stupid and get me to step up against them so she can give me an aneurysm when no one was looking. Or, you know, the time she didn't get all power-hungry and weird and did something noble for a change, only to fuck me over and kill me all over again twice the next time we breathed air.
(Did he ask for it? Not exactly, but she's trying to paint a picture.)
All of this because I am the most powerful of the Five, so you know. Dying? Easy, all of us can do it at any time. That shit? Not okay.
[Jayce looks at her hard, his eyebrows pinched upward and lips a thin line.
She's been asking him time and time again if he's okay because she can sense it. But it's pretty clear from all this she's not okay either. But what would he do if he was asked like this if he was okay? Deny it. Which is essentially what she's doing as well. She's "fine" with dying over and over again, because at least it's not as bad as betrayal.]
I'm sorry that happened. I know she's your sister, but do you really have to be so close to her if she keeps doing these kinds of things to you?
(... Oh. She's being... Seen? She half likes it, half loathes it. It's... Strange. Jayce doesn't know the Cuckoos, how they operate, how they move. It'd be easier to explain if he had seen them with his own two eyes.
She's taken aback for a second, because how does she even reply to it?)
... Kinda. We're a hivemind. An... Entity, individuality is not a thing we cared for or anything. Move as one, talk together, just... One. No one can even tell us apart aside from the pink gremlin you've met, and a friend of mine.
... But a few weeks before I got here, I... Left. They got on my nerves. So, for the foreseeable future, I'm not... Dealing with Esme anymore. I have no plans of coming back, anyway. I'm... Trying something different.
[That felt surprisingly honest, coming from her. Not that she's really been telling him lies, but there's a difference between the lying and masking. He knows that well enough.]
Good. Maybe you were born as part of a crowd, but it doesn't seem like your real style to stay that way.
(Just to lighten the mood a little bit. Also, not a lie. She's just uncomfortable with talking about feelings and what things mean and how they are and how she feels about it and if she thinks about it, she'll gag and want to throw up.
Allergic. This is the best she can do.)
Pffft. My real style. Let me know when I actually make one. All I'm really trying to do is not to replicate the usual girlboss, gatekeep, gaslight, manipulate, mock shit we tend to do. That's project enough.
[Don't make him make a Marvel Character Quippiness Counter.]
You don't seem worse than the high school bullies I had, so you're doing something right.
[But also high school bullies had more fodder to make fun of him for, and he was also much, much more sensitive. So maybe that's just a matter of time and distance.]
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I guess not.
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She's not touching them, though. A toothpick is going to pick up a fry for her before she takes it with her fingers, long pink nails on display before it goes into her mouth.)
Deal, Talis. Then pull a subject.
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(Since powers are encouraged and bullshit is, too.)
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(Leaving out specifics. She's not going to go on the biokinesis shit that Josh has, or power manipulation, and blablabla. Still building that trust, but look, first step.)
Huge mancave energy, though. Too many dudes.
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[Immediately distracted.]
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(She's taking a few fries with her own pink glow so they can dance in the air.)
... Means what I said. Elixir is literally the meaning of the word.
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(Half lie. He's an Omega-level biokinetic. What can the man not do? Very little, she supposes.
Still, not at this level of trust yet.)
Wounds, I can say yes, definitely.
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[The other 995 clones were dead? So she and her four sisters were alive, is what that would imply...??]
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Don't worry about it.
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[He's squinting at her now, lips twisted into a judging frown.]
What does the trick? Magic, superpowers, science?
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(She doesn't seem bothered, at least?)
I think I died... Like, a good five, six times? Not counting.
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[The judgement gone, and now there's only surprise and concern.]
Are you okay?
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(Did she just... Error 404 him?)
Yeah? If anything fucked me up, it's definitely not dying itself. Why?
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There's no way that's not impacting you somehow.
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(Did he ask for it? Not exactly, but she's trying to paint a picture.)
All of this because I am the most powerful of the Five, so you know. Dying? Easy, all of us can do it at any time. That shit? Not okay.
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She's been asking him time and time again if he's okay because she can sense it. But it's pretty clear from all this she's not okay either. But what would he do if he was asked like this if he was okay? Deny it. Which is essentially what she's doing as well. She's "fine" with dying over and over again, because at least it's not as bad as betrayal.]
I'm sorry that happened. I know she's your sister, but do you really have to be so close to her if she keeps doing these kinds of things to you?
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She's taken aback for a second, because how does she even reply to it?)
... Kinda. We're a hivemind. An... Entity, individuality is not a thing we cared for or anything. Move as one, talk together, just... One. No one can even tell us apart aside from the pink gremlin you've met, and a friend of mine.
... But a few weeks before I got here, I... Left. They got on my nerves. So, for the foreseeable future, I'm not... Dealing with Esme anymore. I have no plans of coming back, anyway. I'm... Trying something different.
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Good. Maybe you were born as part of a crowd, but it doesn't seem like your real style to stay that way.
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(Just to lighten the mood a little bit. Also, not a lie. She's just uncomfortable with talking about feelings and what things mean and how they are and how she feels about it and if she thinks about it, she'll gag and want to throw up.
Allergic. This is the best she can do.)
Pffft. My real style. Let me know when I actually make one. All I'm really trying to do is not to replicate the usual girlboss, gatekeep, gaslight, manipulate, mock shit we tend to do. That's project enough.
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[Don't make him make a Marvel Character Quippiness Counter.]
You don't seem worse than the high school bullies I had, so you're doing something right.
[But also high school bullies had more fodder to make fun of him for, and he was also much, much more sensitive. So maybe that's just a matter of time and distance.]
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