He Made Some Spares

Calculations ran through Jen's head. it would be so easy, to pry into Jubilee's mind and just find what it was that made this girl tick. What made her tick and what ever else made her work.

"Only sometimes. You must be very lucky in your life. I've found that I've been running from things my whole existence. First from the truth, then from my past. I don't have a destination yet. do you?"

slimsummersnomore started following you

"..." Jen took a fortifying breath. "Hello."

#slimsummersnomore

The identical face smiled a biting expression. “As good as one I’l lever have. At least I don’t want to be you. Your genes have dominated enough of my life however short it is and will be.”

alwaysjean

"Of course I’m the best you’ll ever have. Shouldn’t you be at Sinister’s side? What are you doing here?"

"let us see. Once upon a time there was an all male society of sinisters, and Lord Sinister had a zoo of clones: the Lebeaus, the summers, the sabertooths, but his prize was Madelyn, and so he made some spares. Then on a dark and glorious day, the x-men came, and Lord sinister wanted the divided phoenix force and place those shards in us spares. but it failed, and the x-men destroyed sinister Londond and killed all of us spares. or so they thought. I escaped, finally able to revel in my autonomy.

"... not that there as been much reveling. More looking around and deciding that the surface world is much better than Lord Sinister's London."

#thexjean

thexjean started following you

"Hello… Mother. I had heard you were dead."

alwaysjean

"I am not your mother.”

The identical face smiled a biting expression. "As good as one I'l lever have. At least I don't want to be you. Your genes have dominated enough of my life however short it is and will be."

#thexjean

thexjean started following you

"Hello... Mother. I had heard you were dead."

#thexjean

technarchology started following you

"What on earth?.... this being is amazing."

#technarchology

positivelybeastly

*runs hand across a shelf of books, picking out an advanced genetic tome*

… The customary greeting is hello, ma’am.

Jen turned an eyebrow raised. "I'm not entirely customary, sir."

#imyourblueberrymuffin

+ autonomousclone

Her arms crossed over her chest. Something was very wrong about all of this.

"Sounds like you’re running from something."

Jen's smile turn slightly sad. did this girl have a telepathy of her own, to sense that? Or was it something else?

"Aren't we all running from something? Life, death, a person, the past."

+ autonomousclone

There was an expression change. Jubilee had come to notice nuanced differences in peoples’ faces or actions, slight hand movements, posture, any of it. Came from being an artist, but the vampire side of her could read the finer details, things the exterior details wouldn’t give away. Heart rate, muscle tension, things of the like. But even then, it didn’t take a particularly sharp eye to notice her sudden but inexplicable elation.

"So, on a road to nowhere?"

Jen touched the diamond ruby that hung from the high collar of her dress. her fingers ran across the edge of it.

"no where, anywhere, somewhere. I just know that I'm here."

evenigetboardedsometimes-blog-d

"I’m sure you’ll be more help than you realize." Jen said, each word sincere as her smile came more naturally to her face. “And the vest might give me just enough extra fabric to do something with." She could telekinetically rearrange the molecules into something a bit more.. modest, to perhaps help her blend in better with the rest of the world.

Shrugging slightly and pulling his vest off, he flattened it out and gave it a sharp swat or two to get rid of any wrinkles or dirt he may have picked up before holding it out for her to slip on. “Need me to walk you somewhere? Guess we could go back to my ship, if you need a few minutes to recuperate.”

#evenigetboardedsometimes

Jen put on the vest and closed her eyes. quite suddenly there was a shifting of cloth as the molecules started to rearrange themselves into a rather smart looking black dress with white accents that was tight, but well fitting, across her body. the collar was over a keyhole bustline, showing a single, large diamond shaped ruby that hung from the collar. "I... I'm not even entirely sure of where in the world I am" Jen said once the telekinetic transformation of her clothing was complete. "I need to get my bearings."

filiumvelox-blog-deactivated201

But what does it mean to be alive? Really, Someone in a catatonic state is still alive, but they’re also dead as they can’t interact with the world outside their own minds.

Can sentience be manufactured? Do you think? or is it something that is encoded into the genes?

You’re being awfully existential tonight, aren’t you?

Cogito ergo sum.

Everyone should be at some point or another.

#sonofm

+ autonomousclone

She could feel a tickle at the back of her head. It was a familiar sort when someone is trying to breach the walls she put up. That wasn’t happening. Not today. Damn telepaths. Her eyes narrowed as she thickened her defenses against it.

"Well of all parts to end up in, this is not exactly the best neighborhood, lady. We should get you to a safer part of the city. Where were you headed anyway?"

Oh! oh Jen felt that. She smiled, the expression brimming with delight. fascinating, truly. Whatever this girl was, she was like a mutant. Had to be like a mutant. Unless she encountered an accident of some sort.

"I... I wasn't heading anywhere. Or I was heading no where, or where ever I would end up."

+ autonomousclone

"Wasn’t doubting that." She said, slowly. "Jus’ that people don’t believe Jubilee is mine." She watched the Jean look a like for a moment, trying to get a feel for her, whether she would turn hostile or not. She hated being distrusting but sometimes it was necessary. "So, Jen Pryor, what’re you doing in this part of Brooklyn?"

Jen carefully brushed the hem of her skirt. It was short, much shorter than what she had been used to wearing, but that was the molecules that she was working with. as she did, Jen tried to strengthing the mental brushing that she was pressing against this... Jubilee's mind. What was she?

"Walking. I'll confess I'm a bit lost. I've never been to Brooklyn before." was Brooklyn the name of the entire city? Country?

"I have seen worse than you."

ketchinhell

"Worse than this?"He inclined his head. "Manners. Danny Ketch."

"yes." Sinister, worse than anything, truly. "I'd rather not speak of it. Jen Pryor. should I say it's a pleasure?"

#ketchinhell

+ autonomousclone

Jea— no, wait… you can’t be Jean.

Jen smiled thinly. “I get that a lot.” Hmm… To reveal or not to reveal. “I’m Jen Pryor, and you, are…?”

"Pryor." With that last name she could only come to one conclusion. But she kept mum on it for now. "Jubilee. As in that’s actually my name."

It wasn't easy gettinga read on the girl. There was something... distinctly not quite human about her mind. It was fascinating. Jen wanted to pick it apart, compare it to the notes that she had stored in her memory that she had read from Lord Sinister's notes. But later, later. "Jen Pryor is my actual name. I've never had any other."

sorcererestranged started following you

Jen shifted back a step, suddenly finding it hard to not bring up her arms to cross over her chest in a defensive gesture, even as she brought her powers to the ready.

sorcererestranged-blog

"I’m sorry, my dear. I did not mean to upset you." He put his hands up trying to sow he meant no harm. "You strongly resemble a friend of mine and I thought you were her."

"Everyone seems to act as if all red haired women are the same person, frankly it's getting annoying." Never mind that yes, she was the same woman, genetically, at least. But that wasn't something she wanted to advertise, given ... well, everything that could happen.

#sorcererestranged

ketchinhell started following you

"Oh… oh my."

ketchinhell

"Get that a lot."

"Do you not go against all natural order in the world? unless…." Jen tapped her lip as she thought. "are you a mutant?"

ketchinhell

The Rider shook his head. "Not mutant. Spirit of Vengeance."For a moment, his head tilted to the side, almost in confusion. "… Not afraid?"