Isabelle Long

Psychology and Criminal Justice double major at Avengers University. Age 20. Telepath.

[mercurycess]

“I wish it was French.” She sighed tiredly. “I’ve been at it all evening and I’ve got too much on my mind so I think I’m calling it a night with this one.” She closed her textbook. “Oh I can imagine! So I take it you like it here? It’s nice for the most part. Just crazy competitive. Everyone wants to be a composer slash songwriter and the statistic of 2 of us making it is kinda staggering.” She shrugged. “But I like it. The professors here have been welcoming. Helps that Stark is a little aloof when it comes to university affairs. So it’s pretty independent which I appreciate.” 

[bellelong-blog1]

“Well, if you ever need someone to help you sort out your mind...” Belle began, but stopped herself. Who was she kidding? She couldn’t even sift through her own thoughts. “I like it, yeah. There’s a lot more going on than there was at Xavier’s. I think it’s also nice to be surrounded by more normal humans, and you’re right about the independence. I didn’t know if I was ready for it, but I was surprised. I’ve never owned anything and now I have a whole apartment to myself and I even found a job.”

[hellioninrebellion]

“Clearly.” Julian huffed. But then again she was a telepath, unintentionally tapping into someone’s head was also a thing. Looking towards the arrow, Julian raised a hand, ceasing it’s path by trapping it in a green aura and pulled it towards himself. “Didn’t think people came here this late at night.” Julian shrugged as he twirled the arrow in his hands. At least his fine motor skills seemed to be improving. 

[bellelong-blog1]

Belle watched her arrow fly and clenched her jaw as Julian paused the arrow in midair and proceeded to draw it to him. “Great, now I don’t know how far off the target I was,” she complained. It was in little moments like these that she was reminded of how much she wished she could trade her own abilities for some like these. “I like doing things at night. Dreams are much less distracting than conscious thoughts. I feel like I can actually focus,” she explained. She quickly nocked another arrow, raised an eyebrow in challenge, and shot it; aiming just an inch away from his earlobe as a daring test to both her skills and his. 

[mercurycess]

“Hey Belle…” Cess slid the paper towards her classmate. “It’s for my last language acquisition class. The Importance of Phoentics in Language.” Shoot me.” She sighed. “How are your classes going?”

[bellelong-blog1]

Belle winced at merely the name of the class. “If it’s related to language and isn’t French, count me out,” she told the redhead. “Classes usually go well, since I can’t block out everyone’s internal monologue even during tests. Sometimes it’s interesting, though. Philosophy is especially cool when you can hear everyone without a filter. I bet music would be nice too, I’ve just never wandered into your territory before. How’s that going, by the way?”

[freqntflier-deactivated20180326]

“A punny girl. This is why I liked you so much Belle. Listen, at Xavier’s you were just a kid surrounded by a lot of adult problems. While you might have been able to handle them, you shouldn’t have. There are other things you could have done. It was fucked. You were always a good person though. Hey, let’s go grab a bite. I’m in the mood for something cold.”

[bellelong-blog1]

Belle shrugged, unsure of how else to respond to his sympathy and compliment. “I missed lunch today for a lecture, so I am all for getting some food. Something cold? Let me guess.. ice cream? Have you scouted out the best dessert spots in New York already? For some reason, that wouldn’t surprise me.”

[mercurycess]

“–Just working on my paper. Due in two days and I’ve got “the”. That’s it. Just “the”.”

[bellelong-blog1]

“I bet you’ve got a lot of ideas buzzing around in your head, though,” Belle commented, knowing exactly what it felt like to be overwhelmed by thoughts. “What’s the paper’s topic?”

[hellioninrebellion]

“Is there a reason you deiced to come into my training session?” Julian shot a sharp glance over the the direction of the simulation room door, telekentically crushing the simbot in front of him, “The door was closed for a reason.” 

[bellelong-blog1]

“Well, if I’m good at anything, it’s unintentionally overstepping boundaries and not feeling bad about it,” Belle shrugged. She didn’t care about bothering the boy; she was here to train as much as he was, even if her training didn’t involve her mutant abilities. She took out an arrow from her quiver, nocked it, and shot it at a simbot. “Maybe you should look into installing a lock.”

[storagebay90]

[rbtlvr]

why do bad things happen to good telepaths

[huntintrip]

We protect those who cannot protect themselves.

[bellelong-blog1]

C’est vrai. Il est la raison que je suis assister à cette université. 

[mercurycess]

“I mean, let’s be real here. You know what happens when I drink.” 

[bellelong-blog1]

“Do I? I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you under the influence before. I’m sure it can’t be all that bad. For me, drinking dulls everyone’s inner monologue so I can finally hear myself think for once. It’s nice, actually. Just have a sip. What harm can it do?” 

[freqntflier-deactivated20180326]

He raised his hands up in defense. “Alright. Let’s start all over again. I’ll be the cool and collected Professor. Pun intended. The transition is okay. Not as bad as everyone made it out to be. Yeah looks like you can’t get rid of me!” 

[bellelong-blog1]

“I don’t need to start all over,” Belle bit the inside of her cheek. “I’m just trying to be a better person. A better mutant. I’ve finally realized I don’t have a choice. At Xavier’s I... well, I didn’t handle that very well.” It was weird for Belle to be opening up so quickly, but she figured being honest with others would keep her honest with herself.  “I never wanted to get rid of you, you were one of the few people there who could actually make me smile. Your icy professor’s glare was never all that intimidating. Pun intended.”

[freqntflier-deactivated20180326]

“Cut a guy some slack! Hey wait…I know you! Belle! Hey, kid–no longer a kiddo!” 

[bellelong-blog1]

"To be completely honest, I was hoping you wouldn’t recognize me. I’m trying to start fresh and all. How’s the transition going for you? I heard you’re a new staff member here at AU.”

[thecanisrufus]

The academy was such a different environment from what she experienced at the institute. Here there weren’t just mutants that were just trying to find their place in the world; there were superhumans, enhanced beings, and even just regular humans that accomplished heroic acts just on their wit. But Rane was just here for the mutants. To ensure that their comforts were being looked after as they settled down in this new settling. Afterall, she had known plenty of other mutants that were wary of the Avenger’s motives. So Rahne took in upon herself to visiting the mutants from the institute that had transferred over to the university. 

Eyes widening slightly as the door she knocked on swung open, Rahne darted her gaze down to the knife in her hand before looking back up at her. “Well Ah certainly hope it’s not because yer scared of a wee lass like me.” She matched the other mutant’s sheepish grin, “Despite what ye might have heard Ah actually don’t bite as often as people like to think.” 

[bellelong-blog1]

The tension in Belle’s body released as the other mutant remained calm. "No, no, it's not you," Belle chuckled lightly. "I was just practicing throwing, that's all. A girl has got to have some sort of defense in a town like this, especially at an institution like AU." Belle twirled the knife in her hand before swinging the door wide open and inviting the woman into her apartment. 

Belle didn’t usually let people into her home, but this face was familiar. She must have run into her a few times during her years at Xavier’s Institute. Besides that, Belle could tell that the redhead came with goodwill, but didn't feel like searching through her mind for the details. She didn’t waste any time on small talk. "What are you doing, going around knocking on doors?" Belle asked abruptly. "I don't get many visitors."

[freqntflier-deactivated20180326]

“–And that’s how I’ll convince Tony Stark to give me the rights of the school. Genius. I know.” 

[bellelong-blog1]

“Your mouth is saying one thing, but I don’t even have to read your mind to know that you know it won’t work.”

[bellelong-blog1]

It was an odd practice, and it was part of the reason Belle kept the New York apartment to herself. She didn’t know how to explain to a potential roommate that they’d have to deal with Belle’s knife-throwing hobby in the living area. Belle had picked it up when she first arrived at AU. It was the first time in her life she felt like she needed to be more powerful, now that she was surrounded by new and improved mutants and heroes who had more than their minds’ as weapons. Belle flung a knife towards the wooden target she’d built, and it dug into the wood with a satisfying sound. Suddenly, she heard a knock on her door and ran to it without remembering to set the second throwing knife down. 

“Hi,” she greeted breathlessly. It was then that she noticed the knife in her hand and she looked down at it sheepishly. “Would you believe me if I said I can explain?”

[bellelong-blog1]

BIO UPDATE: Isabelle J. Long

Belle graduated from Xavier’s, and slowly became more comfortable in her own shoes. She still wishes she could be ‘normal’, but she learned to live with her abilities and realized that she can never live a regular, human life. Because of this, Belle decided to attend Avengers University where she is currently working for degrees in both Psychology and Criminal Investigation. Her main goal is not to earn a degree, however; it is to find out where her loyalties will lie after she graduates. She is testing every faction, diving into leaders’ minds, to gather the information she needs to make a decision that will determine how the rest of her life pans out. She currently considers herself an ally of the X-Men due to her education at Xavier’s, but she never really felt like she belonged and is searching for that group to call home now that more options have opened up.

[sweetserenadecat]

A smile tugged at Cat’s lips as she got Belle to laugh. That was a good sign, right? “Like I said, it’s a lot to take in. I was a bit more prepared than most for the whole finding out I’m a mutant thing. But, the school itself can be quite a lot.” She couldn’t help but just beam at Belle. “It sounds like the people you went to school with were jealous. I mean, isn’t being a princess kind of the dream for a lot of girls?”  She nodded. “Yup, The one and only. At least, I think he is. It’d be a bit weird if there was another Professor Xavier roaming around.”

[bellelong-blog1]

Belle nodded. Catherine was right, this whole ordeal was a lot to take in. The school might have seemed like the least of Belle’s worries, but that might’ve been the scariest part. Being here changed everything Isabelle knew. “It was friendly, don’t worry,” Belle assured her. “It was more like a ‘you literally are this character’ type of teasing. I was a book nerd, I loved the outdoors, and I wore a lot of blue and yellow.” She didn’t know why she was telling Catherine all of this. Whoever she was then didn’t matter, she was a different person now. “I suppose so. I hope he’s interesting. I didn’t really want a mentor to begin with, but it can’t hurt to see if he can make these awful migraines go away.”