Bishop

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"I can’t believe you found some."

Her voice carried a small tone of awe, lost in a dream almost as she took the pieces he gave her. For a moment, she held them, just looking at the treat down in her fingers, a flavor she hadn’t tasted in a long while. It was funny to think about, as she used to indulge herself in chocolate all the time. Who would have thought it would be something so precious these days? There horrid, never-ending days.

Brown eyes flickered back up to her friend and ally, the smile still on her lips. “Thanks, Bishop… You didn’t have to share this with me.”

She couldn’t help but be thrilled he had, though. Stuffing one of the pieces into her mouth, Kitty just let it sit and melt on her tongue, the sweetness bursting through her, giving her a strange feeling of comfort, like a long lost friend had been found alive.

Too bad it was impossible to hold onto such a feeling forever.

"I didn't have to-- but if there's one thing we can take from the humans--" it made him feel alien, to say it like that. "-- Is their humanity. And I feel like, in that world out there, there's more humanity here, me sharing my chocolate, them over there laughing, than there is in those big robots. That's why we should keep going."

He spoke as if he himself was just adding up the sums; figuring it out himself, and by saying it, he would ferment it in truth. He popped a slice of the chocolate into his mouth. It reminded him of his mother, who used stock-pile the stuff for special occasions. For instance, if Bishop passed a test in school, he'd get a bar.

It was the little things, after all, that were easiest to miss.

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"How long has it been since you last slept?"

— Days — Weeks — Months.

”I don’t have time to sleep.”

"Yes, well, I would beat you at chess" she replied, grinning at him, then tugging him to the bed, and then chuckling as she noticed he’d linked their hands, so hers was no longer around his wrist.

"Yes. You do." she said, nodding. "And as your body guard, I have to make sure you’re doing well. That means sleeping, eating, et cetera." she scowled, playfully. "So bedtime for Bishop!"

#iamtheobsidianqueen #-heart broken symbol here-

"I haven't had a bedtime in nearly thirty years." He huffed, but lay on the bed, legs out stretched, arms crossed, and he closed his eyes. This was the most comfortable he'd felt in years. And the thing was, he trusted her. He knew she wouldn't let anything happen to him.

He wondered how he'd survived so long without her.

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”Bishop, isn’t it?”

#foreverjeangrey #Hi! no problem :))))))#sorry for taking so long with a response D:

"Yes--" "And you're Jean Grey."

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GREETER! Bored again

"I can see the future and the past in one of two ways. As an observer of something going on, or in.. Symbolism. Like it’s a tapestry, or a stained glass window, that’s moving" she replied. "I see pathways. What actions will make which courses. And after… Well, I start.. Bleeding, from the eyes" she gestured, unnecessarily. "Or I have a period of amnesia."

"… Normally I can prevent that" she said, scowling at her hair. "I guess I was too excited" She stuck her tongue out at him. "What happened to hiding?" was the next question, even though she hopped up. "But I like that idea. Food sounds grand."

"Just assuming you did this, it would have little to no affect on the actual future, correct?" Bishop probed. But he would figure that out later. Time was something he had, for once, under control.

Bishop stuck his tongue out right back at her. Normally a serious man, she took the silly out in him.

"Of course I would've needed to go out for supplies at some stage. And I've missed Cola a lot ever since the world went to hell." He said, with a slight chuckle.

"How long has it been since you last slept?"

— Days — Weeks — Months.

”I don’t have time to sleep.”

"Silly man. I always win." Hopping up, she kissed his cheek. "Nothing will happen. I promise." Turning, she grabbed his hand to pull him up the steps. “You can use the bed, and I’ll sit guard. I’m kind of hyper anyway.”

A once rare smile crossed Bishops lips-- something that had became all the more common since he had met her. "You can't always win. I'm pretty good at checkers, I would probably clean the table with you." He said."I have my own body-guard." He stated as if he was repeating something she had said. He followed her, hand linked in hers as close to being dragged as he would allow.

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penny in a diamond mine

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Her hair falls over her shoulder in uneven chunks-she really does need to put her hair back with an elastic or something. It gets in her way, but she’s stubborn, refusing to tie her hair up, because she likes it down.

The man before her, yielding a gun is tall, with an impassive face and red glowing from him. A man she has no recollection of every meeting waits for her answer.

‘Why?’ Laura asks, who the man is is of little consequence. Names are used, reused and tossed away by people in her vicinity like dental floss and the more important thing to know is why she is needed.

She does not sheath her claws, instead she waits for his answer.

"You were built to kill a specific mutant. You were built by Weapon X, which is a branch of Weapon Plus. I am from the future; believe me or not in ten minutes a specially trained team will begin hunting you." He didn't divulge but the team would find her and essentially reprogram her to being the perfect mutant killing machine.

"-- I've always wanted to say this, but come with me if you want to live."

#letmebebetter

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“In that you’re wrong. I do want to know.”

"The science behind time travel will frazzle your mind. It's best to just leave it."

#ksilverf

"How long has it been since you last slept?"

— Days — Weeks — Months.

”I don’t have time to sleep.”

Her expression is a good two levels beyond ‘unimpressed’ or ‘annoyed. "So… When you collapse from exhaustion, I’ll just drag you to safety. That’s it?” An arched eyebrow, blue eyes going silver in her irritation. "I’m worried about you."

#i swear i replied to this #but i guess not #my activity seems to have wiped u from existence #but i heart u so NO #iamtheobsidianqueen

He just looked at her for a second. His dimmed red-eyes with the big black bags underneath them speaking words he could never say. "We all have to make sacrifices and unfortunately being a person that can be worried about isn't one of them."

He was being stubborn and he knew it. "OK, you win." Bishop murmured.

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“That seems to be more than a scratch,” an obvious observation, a large hand extends out in aid.

“May I?”

"It's nothing. We have to keep moving.

The man with the "M" tattoo was not one for chat. He had always been the quietest member of the group, and even though he could feel the deep cut on his lower abdomen bleeding, it did not bother him.

#rasputinpiotr

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” do i really need guidance ?? even the great professor charles xavier could do little to guide me. ”

he laughs, mockery is his strong suit.

” please, don’t overestimate your capabilities, and don’t underestimate mine. “

"I do not mean moral guidance." "The guidance I mean is the kind that can only come from someone who's already seen all of this happen before."

He pauses to think, every word thought out and meticulous.

"I think underestimating you is the last thing I would want to do. Compared to what I have seen the battles you are waging is comparable to two children scrapping in the play-ground."

#orchestratiions

{I'll try to do some productive stuff tonight}

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The young woman felt selfish.

While, in the long run, she had thought about how reversing all this would benefit anyone, most of her mind had been consumed with how it would benefit herself. How she’d go back to a life with her friends, her teachers. She, Bobby, and Piotr would simply be back at the school.

For the first time, she was realizing that she had not considered it from Blink, Sunspot, Warpath, or Bishop’s points of view. Her gaze lowered at this thought and she bit her lip, thinking.

Then what.

"I don’t know… We don’t even know how this will all be stopped, Bish. Who knows what waits for us in the end? And if it is through time travel - which I think is where you’re getting at - if we do change the past… then I’ll make certain whoever goes back in time knows to find you. You and the others. We’ll still be a team, even if we don’t remember this version of our team,” she tried, wanting to be comforting, hoping she sounded realistic.

The brunette poured as much faith and hope as she could manage into her words. It wasn’t a huge amount, but it was present.

At the producing of the chocolate bar, her eyes widened. Suddenly, Kitty wasn’t so old any more. The young girl who had attended Xavier’s with a cute smile and a compassionate heart became evident on her features as she grinned truly for the first time in ages. “No way, how did you get it?” she asked, laughter jingling in her excited voice.

#standwithpryde #what a couple of cuties

It was a form of comfort- one that the optimist in him wanted to believe, even though it was improbable.

"I can't help feel for the others. Me and you, we understand. We could reside in whatever time-line, so long as it's not this. I'll be missing an air I never breathed." The hopeless poetic nature of Bishop was rarely spotted, this was rare.

And yet he couldn't help but sprawl a seldom smile when he saw her bubbly reaction to the bar in his hand which was split into five pieces- Bishop handed her three. "When I was in the camps, before I broke out, I went to retrieve Old faithful." He said, patting his gun which sat at his side. "I found it in a little box. Just ripe for the picking."

"-- The little things, y'know?"

GREETER! Bored again

"… That sucks" she muttered, moving to sit on the windowsill. All the windows were boarded up, so it wasn’t a dangerous thing to do. "Sentinels…" she muttered softly. "… Maybe I could throw myself into a vision. To try and help you.." it was soft, the offer, but sincere, and her gaze, light and joyous a moment, was suddenly closed, uneasy. The visions hurt. And she didn’t like people seeing her in the state they put her in. But if she could help her kind, and a man who had obviously suffered?….

Then she paused, staring at the gun, and him. Another grin, a peal of bell-like laughter, as she watched, the darkness banished as though it had never been. “Talented” she noted, smiling at him again. Her hand rose, and she pointed to an old pot that at been left there. Lightning pulsed over her entire form, before shooting out— the pot almost exploded from impact. However, her hair then poofed out, making her laugh at herself.

"What do these visions do, exactly?"

He couldn't risk altering his time line at all. It could result in him vanishing, having two heads or being dead. There was no turning back after that.

A snigger erupted from Bishop as he spied her hair. "I love the hair. Very fitting." He said.

"You know what I think. It's been so long since I've had proper food. We should go to the store, get ourselves some grub, some drinks, make a night of this." He said.

"Don’t shoot!"

"And if there’s a way to stop the fall, I will find it. Whether it’s killing someone, or dying myself.” She replied, sharply, then paused, breathing hard. “.. Stop… Looking like that. Seeing you look like that makes me sad.” she tugged his hair, sharply, crossing her arms.

"In time travel, you learn a lot about probability. You learn how time really works. And every atom inside me was screaming out not to pull the trigger. Probability dictates you have something to do with my future. If I couldn't hurt you ten seconds ago I'm not going to let anything hurt you ten years from now."