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spvcegal:
“Favorite type of ice cream? Like, it’s loaded question. Hard to, uh, answer. I’m not even sure what type is my favorite. But, like, it’s still a very important question. It may, uh, determine the future of this friendship.”
“cherry.” she didn’t even hesitate - some things were tough, but diane could at least be confident in this moment. “any pink ice cream is automatically on top, but nothing compares to cherry.”
uwelefaye:
Uwe walked in fifteen minutes late to the classroom. It’s not because he didn’t know where it was but he couldn’t care less . He glanced quickly at the class of students “ I’m Mr.Le Faye. I’ll be your new professsor since something happend to your last one .” He looked around. “Are there any questions?”
there weren’t a lot of mutant teachers willing to give diane stryker a chance. for that reason, and that reason alone, she had come to really love the professor who had taught religion and spirituality up until now - and though usually, she would have kept her mouth shut, couldn’t help but raise her hand tentatively and ask, when he left it open to do so- “what exactly happened to our last professor?”
greenhairedmama:
as the girl shifted the focus onto her, Lorna was shaking her head, even as the girl spoke. the emerald-haired woman made it a point to always include the Stryker child in her generalizations. It was important that this girl, misguided most of her life, understood that this wasn’t separate from her. she was part of the underground, no matter how unlikely that was, “you survived,” she challenged gently, smirk on her face, you survived by coming to us. And then, you helped us survive. and hey– stop making yourself out to be separate. the underground may not be running in full effect here–“ something Lorna had been wondering if she should change, "but we’re still looking out for each other, Marcos too.”
she didn’t know if she would ever belong. not just in the underground - but especially as a mutant. she had spent the best part of twenty two years working against them. however unintentional her actions had been, however much what she had done paled in comparison to what her FATHER had, diane had still played a part. even if she was accepted someday, by all... it was hard to know if she would ever forgive and accept herself. maybe that was how she was supposed to live, now. aiding lorna, as much she could, working for acceptance, from those who could forgive her - and accepting that she would never do the same for herself. maybe it would be better. “i haven’t nearly done enough, to help you - and the underground. i want to do MORE. i...-” she wasn’t ready to. there was still so much that diane struggled with. but maybe not being ready was key. maybe it wasn’t so much about being ready on a personal level as it was pushing through and doing more, anyway. “i’m sorry. it’s not that i think of myself as separate to you all. it’s...- well- i do, but not in a bad way. not like he taught me. more in a sense that i’m not... worthy, i suppose is the term, to be associated with the underground.” or you. “but i want to be. i want to do more,” she repeated, and it was only now that she reached to the bag at her feet and pulled from it a journal that was bursting at the seams, before she could change her mind, and slid it across the table towards lorna. “i don’t know why i was holding onto this. it’s- a lot of silly stuff, pictures and diary entries, but...- but there’s whole sections, of plans, and whole entries dedicated to his rallies. there are names of people he works with. details from behind the scenes...” all of them, every last part, dotted between a younger and more naive diane stryker talking about her crushes and her schoolwork. key information. things that might do lorna and the rest of the underground GOOD, hidden between the ramblings of a once rose colored girl. “it’s not everything i know, but i figured, maybe, you could do more with this particular record than i can.”
grxxnarrxw:
“Don’t worry about it. If anything I can probably hire you over at Queen Industries if your plan doesn’t end up working out.” Oliver said to the other with a smile. This was the first step to being a good guy or in the right direction of becoming one.
“that’s incredibly nice of you, mr queen.” MORE THAN. diane was stunned at just how well meaning his charity was, especially when she had little more to offer than good press and notekeeping - her journalism major didn’t allow for very MUCH. however... there was the detail of who exactly she was. and as kind as his words were, as hopeful a picture they painted for her future, diane knew as well as anyone she would never be able to have such a job. “i’m afraid, however, that i...- that i could never work for a company such as yours. much as i’d love the opportunity, i just... i don’t believe the backlash for hiring ME would be worth it for you.”
cfsamwilson:
“Kinda, yeah.” Sam answers fondly as he looks at Redwing, a warm smile on his face. He’s shared a lot with the bird, both good and bad - both experiences and emotions. He didn’t just choose sam, they chose each other, found each other when they both needed something more. Maybe it sounds stupid to be so attached to a bird, but Redwing is different. The bond they share is unbreakable and irreplaceable, Sam doesn’t doubt that for a second. “Yeah, I sure am. And I’m totally okay with that.” He grins and nods as the girl reaches to touch the bird’s feathers, reinforcing through their link that she means Redwing no harm and of course he stays calm and still, just like Sam knew he would. Redwing tilts his head to the side as he looks over at the girl, observing her in the most non-threatening way a falcon can be. “Nice to meet you Diane. I’m Sam.”
“aren’t we all?” her eyes danced. she didn’t know a single person who considered themselves the owner of their pets, NOT REALLY. everyone was totally fine with being considered their pets own, and not the other way around, because the love shared between animal and human was something in a league of it’s own. redwing was the sort of creature that she wished, someday, would choose her. it didn’t need to be a bird - really - it just needed to love her. needed to care for her, in return for her caring for it. she would never say, but she sought love. it almost made her envious. “thank you for introducing me to your falcon, sam,” she didn’t want to overstay her welcome, as much as she didn’t want to overstep with redwing - already, she was following her fathers advice of giving mere moments of her time before stepping away once again, even though she was happier right now than she had been all day, “it’s been a pleasure to meet you both. i’m sure you were very busy, though, so...”
ofresurrectiicns:
It had been a long time since Abe knew his father. Now in his 90s, Abe barely remembered the man he thought he had known at 10. The man who had been killed rather than part from his bookstore, who had always believed that they would reach the promised land. That was all Abe could remember about him, and at least he had liked his father. He had met so many on the road, wandering, who hadn’t - who had been abused by their fathers, who didn’t know their fathers, who had been otherwise so wronged by their parents. He wished he could sympathize but instead Abe had to treat them all the same - because he just didn’t know. “Sorry - I… That was insensitive.”
“it’s okay.” it didn’t matter that just a moment before, diane had, in a way, believed she DESERVED that apology. the moment it came, she forgot about why she had gotten so defensive in favor of simply waving it away, because ultimately, her feelings didn’t matter. they never had, but NOW, even less so. she didn’t deserve apologies. if anything, he deserved to hear them from her. “i’m sorry if my father has been a source of... hurt, for you. his sins rest heavily upon my shoulders, and there is not a day that goes by where i don’t wish i wasn’t his,” she was formal, respectable, every inch the lady he had raised her to be - but if it didn’t speak volumes that she was using his lessons to speak against him, than diane didn’t know what would, “i wish i could take back what he’s done.”
catsmecw:
Sylvia hummed. People, boys especially, were more an end to a means to her than actual people. It wasn’t often that she saw something special in people, and boys bored her more than most, predictable in the way that she wanted to be yet far too boring for her to truly care about when she didn’t need something from them. “You might be right. They seem so boring.” A sigh left her lips. “Someone should teach them to be less boring. They aren’t even pretty, so they can’t make up for it.”
“i’m not sure that’s something they can learn,” diane muttered, sending another dark look in their direction ( she really didn’t mean to pick on this one particular group ; she felt this way about them all, but these few were simply there ), agreeing with sylvia more than she could SAY without coming across as especially rude. “i think it’s a case of simply accepting that this is how they are. nothing more than a letdown.”
* @ofresurrectiicns / ❝ Ah, none of us really know their fathers. ❞
well... he wasn’t wrong. diane knew, maybe more than anyone, what it felt like when the image you had built of your parents throughout your childhood was shattered in one fell swoop. colonel stryker was not the man she had thought he was. he was not just the treehouse building, vintage car fixing, dad joke making father that she had always known. he was cruel. hateful. the biggest MONSTER of them all. and she was still trying her hardest to align this new knowledge with the old facts. it was a STRUGGLE, every day. and every day, when someone realized who exactly her father was, the same ice cold feeling ran through her veins. “no,” her mouth had gone inexplicably dry, and diane was forced to swallow, hard, “no, we really don’t.” her eyes danced across his face, trying to get a read of what the older man was thinking - and failing. people tended to guard their emotions that bit more around her. “you don’t need to tell me how much of a monster my father is. i promise you, i already know.”
greenhairedmama:
@deliiverance said: “And you… you were really brave.”
Lorna smiled a warm smile down at the girl. she couldn’t help it, but she tried to deflect the praise from herself, “it’s because i had a good team behind me. the underground was messy, but we were a team together, that’s why it always worked out,” her eyes narrowed playfully as she turned to fully address the younger, “we’re all brave in the underground you know. you too.”
it didn’t matter how many conversations she and lorna had about the underground, her involvement, it’s weight in the mutant word : there would always be something new to learn, and she would ALWAYS be there, eagerly drinking it in. diane was at a distinct disadvantage, both as a late bloomer and as a girl misinformed her entire life on the underground’s role in the world. she felt privileged to be at lorna’s side, hearing it straight from the horses mouth, so to speak. “the camaraderie between you all...-” she trailed off, her tone betraying what she couldn’t say. it was enough, in a way, to make her jealous. “you survived. you were brave, together. as a team. all i ever did was run away on my own- straight to you.” her smile is warm, but weak, and she wishes it wasn’t, and her next words are almost shy- “i’d like to be like you someday, lorna. brave.”
cfsamwilson:
“Good, I’m glad.” Sam says with a smile, relieved to hear it. Redwing isn’t exactly scary per se, but he can take people by surprise sometimes - and not everyone is fond of birds, never mind a bird of prey. He listens to the girls explanation, a slight frown on her face at the way she winces, but he doesn’t comment on it, choosing to file it away rather than pry into the girl’s life out here when she might not be ready for it. “This one kinda doesn’t leave me alone. Even if I didn’t wanna have him, I’m pretty sure he’d track me down and stick by me anyway.” He smiles and gestures towards the falcon. “You’re welcome to pat him if you want, he’s pretty friendly. His name’s Redwing.”
yes, it was true- of all animals, diane preferred the warmth of a dog curled up at her side over anything else. but, there was a familiarity, here. a flashback to a childhood she spent a lot of time trying not to recall, happy memories of cool evenings out back, william’s falcon flying high overhead, returning with nothing more than a whistle to perch upon his arm. she can’t help but be enamored by redwing. “he chose you,” she replied, happily, her smile growing even wider as she looks from the bird to sam, “falcons can be very loyal. i’m sure you know that far better than i do, but..- you’re his.” she had to envy THAT particular sentiment. diane was never more aware of her own lack of connection than when she was confronted by moments like these. “redwing,” she repeated, committing it to memory as she reached forward, slowly, making sure her hand was always in view until she could stroke along his neck. “it’s lovely to meet you. you’re very beautiful,” she told the bird, tone conversational, her following introduction aimed both at the falcon and to sam- who she was warming to more and more by the minute, “my name’s diane.”
spvcegal:
@deliiverance said: ‘ i hate knowing that people that ruined parts of me still live and function like nothing ever happened. ’
Guilt arose within Dinah. She’d been wallowing, a recent habit that replaced taking naps all day. Yet, she had nearly every reason to be happy, excluding the more complicated aspects of her dad living in space. She had no reason to wallow. Her frown deepened, and she sat there struggling to string together a response for a few moments. “That, uh, sucks.” She flinched at her own words. “People sucks, and life isn’t fair, and everything just sucks.”
“i’m sorry-” it would have been nice to be able to say that apologizing had only recently become second nature to diane, but the fact was, it was more of an ingrained reflex than it was a learned response. “i spoke out of turn. you looked, uh...-” there was nothing she could say, no word she could use, which would make what she had seen sound GENTLE. she struggled, coming to rest, finally, upon- “i thought i’d read something in your expression that clearly i didn’t. i’m sorry- again- i didn’t mean to assume.”
imperius-rexx:
“I wouldn’t be surprised if your kind really made something like that illegal, just more disappointed.” His opinion of the surface and the people who lived here continued to be overwhelmingly negative. Murchadh rubbed his temples and finally shut the textbook he had been staring at for far too long. “Talking is not going to make summer classes any less annoying or stressful.” Screaming in the woods wasn’t going to either, but he thought it might get some of his frustration out.
“my kind?” she bristled. with no way to know that he DIDN’T mean her father, like so many others did, diane immediately felt as if she had been attacked - again - and her immediate reaction was to hope otherwise. her second reaction was to surge forwards, and hope that their conversation didn’t stray back again. “well...- no. that’s about the only thing that CAN’T solve issues you’re having with summer classes, i suppose,” she didn’t understand the feeling. with nothing more to do in her life than spend it studying, diane was a brilliant student. “you could look for help, though. if you’re struggling in them- someone would be willing to help.”
bllykpln:
There was a lot of questions going through Billy’s mind, but he keeps them to himself for now. He doesn’t want to accuse her of not liking mutants, especially when he doesn’t know her story. He smiles though as he looks at her, shaking his head. “It’s not a bother at all, hey, if it has your school things inside then that is pretty important. I’ll help you look, where did you last see it? Around this room?” He asks to try and get a better idea of it. “Or is it this area in general?”
“thank you.” there weren’t any words strong enough to describe just HOW relieved she looked, in that moment. and it wasn’t just because of his help - though it was so nice of him to be so willing. diane messed up, a lot. she forgot herself, falling back into the pitfalls of who she used to be, even though she was horribly ashamed of who that person was. she was trying to be better. she was relieved that her one slip up hadn’t caused disaster. “i’ve spent an hour retracing my steps- i think, this was the last room i had it in. but i’ve been gone a WHILE, so i’m not really sure if it’s been left untouched. uhm...-” she still felt like she was intruding, but now that he was helping her out, she felt like she should move further into the room, ducking to look beneath the nearest tables. “it should be here. i think.”
sidekick character posters / diane jael stryker, august eighth 1992.
she had been innocent once, a little girl playing with feathers on the floor of a devil's lair. she wasn't innocent now, but she didn't know what to do about it. this was her life: magic and shame and secrets and teeth and a deep, nagging hollow at the center of herself where something was most certainly missing.
* @catsmecw / “i love boys, but only as a concept.“
“i find it hard to get behind them, even in that capacity,” diane sighed, dramatically, shooting the nearest gathered group of boys ( who hadn’t even done anything WRONG - they were just nearby and easy to focus on ) a pointed sort of look. she had way too much experience with boys ( maybe more aptly, men ) and their carry on. “mediocre concept, TERRIBLE execution. it’d be neat if they scrapped the idea and started again some time.”
* @imperius-rexx / “i need to go into the forest and scream for an hour and a half.“
“well... the good news is, that’s not ILLEGAL.” she might’ve called it good news, but the expression on diane’s face - a strange mix of deep confusion and genuine concern - didn’t really fit the phase, and she didn’t feel right without adding, slowly, carefully, “but i can think of at least... a dozen alternative approaches to dealing with stress or- or whatever it is, you’re dealing with, that’d be more constructive. like talking it out, maybe?”
* @onelcved / “why girls always crop the halo out of their selfies? stop being so modest. we know the truth.“
it felt nice to smile. diane felt as if she had been permanently on edge for a while, now, forever stressed thanks to the blood that ran in her veins and sins of the past that she would never make right. dramatic, perhaps, but her decision not to drop the family name had truly come back to haunt her, more recently, and melody was nothing if not a breath of fresh air. “all girls are angels: confirmed.” especially you - she’d never have said it, of course, but getting included in a conversation that didn’t amount to hatred really affected how diane looked to her. “the only reason their halos can’t be on display all the time? ‘cos boys would find some way to make it weird.”