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Wolf(erine) and the X-Men
You’re still young, I think. You look young, anyway. Xavier’s got himself some years on you, kiddo. I’m sure you’ll get there though. Good school they’ve got you in here.
"brilliant deduction, yes, we're all still young and have hope and room for improvement, i suppose. at least that's the usual words of encouragement xavier would shove at struggling beginners."
Wolf(erine) and the X-Men
You a mind reader like our fearless leader?
"something like that. though i can't nearly accomplish as much as he can--at least not yet."
Wolf(erine) and the X-Men
"So while Xavier and the X-Men are gone, I’ve been given the task of watching over you kids. So if anyone needs anything, or if there’s some crisis going on that needs attending to, come find me in one of the common areas, or Room 103. I know times are tough right now, but they’ll be back before we know it. Keep your head up and all that positive thinking stuff."
"honestly, don't encourage them to think any more than they already are. i'm going to get a migraine."
View Points
You suck! (/he was mad but the fact that she was keeping composure made him lose his) You’re an uptight bitch! That’s what you are! (/he glared at her. He wasn’t enraged but he was very annoyed) What if there was a fire? I probably would get up, rush among the crowd and probably fall because my shoelaces are untied! Then I will probably stumble into more people, and like a domino effect, everyone is down! (/he didn’t even care if he was making sense. He just wanted to tell her something back) You know what! That’s it! You think you’re so high and mighty, how dare you look down on me you brat! You could have moved but your lazy self couldn’t. You just needed to go through where I was instead of going around. All of this is y- (/he stopped as she totally side stepped him and continued walking on her way) How.. rude.. (/he exhaled heavily trying to calm himself) This is out of my control.. Her actions are out of my control. I choose to be mad right now. I cannot blame this situation on anyone else. It’s all my fault (/once he was calmed he used his avian speed to catch up to the girl once again) Okay. I’m sorry. I let my emotions take over. You’re probably right, even though I feel like you’re being a bit unreasonable (/he extended his hand) Truce?
( ` she simply raises a brow in response to the burst of profanity, the slightest bit of amusement budding at his initial comment--this grown man before her sounds ten, if anything ) you make it easy for me to look down on you -- and so i'd highly recommend you do a bit more thinking before you make any more nonsense based retorts. ( ` dismisses him with that statement, continuing on her stride down the hall as her mind wanders briefly to what other matters she has to take care of for the day -- the male before out of her mind till, once again, he appears before her; another goddamn obstruction ) no. ( ` she offers nothing else but that in response, based purely on the lack of sincerity in his words and the fact that she simply doesn't care whether or not they're on good terms -- a truce only implies that there was an actual chance at his ill based logic being valid. and so the telepath continues walking, not even sparing the male a glance -- he was in no way someone she wanted to associate with anyway )
View Points
Dim than witted? (/he thinks about it. No matter how he looked at it the other was wrong. His untied shoelaces were of importance, maybe not to her but they were to him. If he hadn’t tied them it was very possible that he could have fallen on his way up the stairs while she was coming down and it was very possible for her to become hurt. If he hadn’t tied them he would have looked like a careless person. A person who abandons his image. To him, something as “trivial” as untied shoelaces will automatically label him as disheveled. Did she actually expect him to walk around without tied shoelaces?) Velcro?! (/that did it. She was not only insulting his appearance but also his capacity. He could feel the sneer in her words. She was completely mocking him) Seriously (/he runs backwards and stops in front of her again) Why must you insult my intelligence? Not just that but you called me pond scum? Seriously? At least my expression was more accurate than yours. And that’s not all, you (/he points at her) are more dim than witted. You expect me to walk around with untied shoelaces looking like a careless person just because you wanted to pass by? I arrived first, so the least you could do was to take a detour around me, the stairs were big enough. So I come to a conclusion. Who really is the dumb one? The male who was being careful, tying his shoes at the bottom of the stairs or the ice princess who everyone must make way for using ‘insults’ that really do no make sense? (/he managed to keep calm. Not once did he shout. Losing control would have looked bad in this situation lol) Anyways, being an Ice Princess is not a bad thing… Unless you’re a self-centered, selfish princess in which case there’s a bit of a problem.
( ` the trickle of slow processing thoughts of the other's slipping into the depths of her own mind registers as amusement, more than anything -- his reasoning is premature; how it's possible for him to loophole a real situation with a pretend possibility like him coming upstairs while reality had already placed both of them in their rightful positions, her on top, him at the very bottom ) -- ( ` as expected, her expression doesn't change--even as something in her twinges with annoyance at the finger directed at her. suji remains silent, eyes sharp and fixated on the current object (obstruction, more like) before her as she notes every word, already well enough prepared to pick apart every bit of it; it's almost a civic duty to set him right now ) if you want to talk about the accuracy of expression then i supposed i should start by congratulating you on yours--if you had wanted to look like a bumbling fool with no manners, pointing at someone and spewing nonsense, you're being quite accurate about it. ( ` scoffs a bit, unfazed by his words ) i never insulted your intelligence, velcro was a perfectly rational suggestion--of course, if you're just sensitive because you already know the flaws of your...entire existence, then i can't blame you for misunderstanding. ( ` meets his eyes as she continues, not missing a beat ) i expect you, just like i expect out of any normal person, to wait till they're in the hallway or against a wall to do trivial matters like that, not blocking someone's walkway -- say there was a fire and you were taking your time blocking up the stairway with your shoelaces while everyone was trying to rush down. clearly the one at fault then is you, isn't it? it's still the same now. ( ` she tilts her head to the side, brow raising ) and as for "insults" that don't make sense, well, i think that's a clear display of the difference between our IQs -- nothing i can fault you for, of course. ( ` curls her lip slightly, maintaining her normal indifferent tone throughout the conversation -- it wasn't like something like this could ever bother her ) you can't help being born this way. ( ` there's a slight tint of mockery in her tone, one suji doesn't mind hiding as she lifts her chin slightly, staring down at the male--who, even more amusingly, wasn't that much taller than her--before her ) the problem here is you, going around giving people nicknames is a something prepubescents do, did you know? although, given your height, i suppose it's still believable that you're waiting for puberty to hit. ( ` makes an amused noise, once again side stepping the other to step forward past him )
{ ` he doesn't know. not for the first time, the helpless feeling of being trapped in a strange new place with no one that knows him has gripped him and refuses to let go. he sniffs audibly, exhaling a puff of air that threatens to turn into a whine (but doesn't; big boys don't cry like babies, he remembers) before giving a short nod, lips pressed into a pout } i'm sorry. i didn't mean to hurt your foot. { ` maybe that would help. maybe. }
( ` she shifts absently, not quite caring as she wants for the boy to make up his mind--or, at least, gets done with getting himself together; whatever it is he was doing ) -- ( ` arches a brow at an answer--one of few she hadn't expected, given the fact that the boy's mind was completely closed off to her--there is the slightest bit of amusement that surfaces, however, none that is enough to break past the expression that had long set into her features as she shakes her head slightly, waving a dismissive hand ) it's fine. if you're hungry then come with me, i take it you can't stomach spicy food, yes? ( ` doesn't particularly wait for an answer before she pivots on her heel and walks, however, fully expecting him to follow )
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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
"—shutting down people from flooding my mind with their thoughts."
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Hyuna was fake to her core. Two faced was a perfect way to describe her and she knew it. But she didn’t care much about the opinions of others anyway. All she cared about was their possible usefulness. Were they rich? Influential? Mutant? If she could foresee a future where she could possibly need them to benefit her in some way, well they would see a very kind side of hyuna. But if they were deemed useless, then she was completely okay with them knowing the cruel, cold-heart truth of her personality.
Unless she was at work. She needed the cover job too much to be herself while she was there. And so, as she stood behind the counter of the tiny coffee shop, her eyes flicked from person to person lazily, trying to read which ones she should try to befriend. But today, she had to admit, she simply didn’t care enough to scope out potentially helpful allies. And sure, today could be the day where the most amazing mutant walked into her shop and she would be missing that opportunity. But she didn’t care. For the most part, hyuna didn’t need all that much help.
Most people were just assurance.
her day in the city, thus far, was undisturbed—save the numerous thoughts of every single person she had passed slipping into—still, it was remotely laidback, given the fact that subin had initially ventured into the city for time away from the mess that is the school of xavier’s gifted youngsters.
and xavier himself, naturally.
solace (although the term is used quite loosely as subin can never just escape the parade of thoughts of strangers among strangers intruding her own mind) is what she came to achieve with her little adventure. although, it is certainly nothing without a treat to combat the hot summer day—not that she even broke a sweat when it came down to it—still, subin found herself inclined to step into the nearest café, craving a cool drink for her troubles.
coffee, as it was, proved to be too much for the likes of her mutation; no one wants to deal with a power like hers backed by caffeine.
she’s quick to make her way to the counter once she steps into the shop, paying no mind to the other patrons situated in small tables and booths (even if their thoughts did invade her own) as she finds herself stopping in front of the counter; sharp eyes flicking over the menu hanging behind the woman at the counter as she speaks, tone almost monotonous.
“hello, you don’t happen to serve peach lemonade here do you?”
{ ` she's going to leave. he doesn't want her to but the inevitable hesitance that comes with calling her back (she didn't like him, he could tell just from looking at her) leaves him quiet, fisting tiny fingers in thick cotton as he stares up at her, feeling even smaller than usual } ... { ` his eyes water, prompting the tot to blink a few times in an effort to see her clearly when she asks him another question (he doesn't know the concept of stress, but there it is) } help me, please.
( ` the stoic expression in which her face seems to have permanently adapted stays at his answer, brow arching slightly under her bangs as she shuffles her feet, tongue flicking over the upper row of her teeth absently; considering her options before she speaks again, looking past glassy eyes for the time being -- though the fact that she's being the less helpful in a while is glaringly obvious to both her and, if he could process it, him as well ) what do you need help with? are you hungry?
{ ` and that's that. the finality of her response renders the five year old silent, grasping for any number of the things that he'd wanted to ask the first person that understood him fully. instead, he fumbles in his thoughts and words, all too easily finding the same painful sort of disinterest in her expression that the lady shows (not his mother, he can't call her that) } ... no. { ` so he keeps quiet and fidgets with the edge of his oversized shirt, rendered shy }
( ` it is with a considerable amount of patience that she awaits his answer, round eyes narrowing slightly in the way he fidgets as her head tilts slightly, honestly (whether it was on purpose or not) staring the child down ) is that so. ( ` i'll be on my way then -- the thought crosses her mind, figuring that someone somehow will deal with the tot eventually; although the slight nagging in the back of her head (and she is quite sure it isn't her, given the fact that she's never the type to--not when he, himself, stated clearly he had nothing else to ask; needed nothing else) -- that headmaster is having fun with this ) then is there anything you want or need help with han? ( ` the expression on her face shifts slightly into something else to convey the message across -- yes, i know your name too. obviously. )
{ ` glances up with her response, far too relieved to mind his tears as he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and sniffles } you understand me? { ` of course she does, she just spoke -- but his five year old mind is too innocent to think anything more of his question, wrapped up in looking upon the older with wide, glassy eyes -- why does she look like that? did he hurt her? }
( ` absently, she wonders why of all things--a younger version of the negator almost the entire school knows and avoids is standing before her. did someone do something to him? but that negates the whole point of a negator doesn't it? either way -- judging by the sudden influx of various infantile thoughts floating about; he wasn't the only one ) yes, ( ` blinks slightly, finishing the sentence in her head (if only to prevent any further unnecessary questions) -- you think in chinese, han ) -- ( ` instead her attention fixates on the expression on his face, not the slightest bit affected by the tears--kids cry, it happens ) i do. ( ` still -- the off chances of another reading her mind at the moment (a pang of annoyance at the likes of xavier poking around in there again) is always reason enough to say more ) do you have any other questions for me? ( ` does that sound helpful? probably not )
{ ` stumbles into, lips pursed lightly as he takes a step back and bows lightly, on the edge of tears already given the strange looks he'd been getting from the adults roaming the halls } i'm sorry.
( ` twitches at the faint sting of another's (much smaller, mind you, but all the same the sensation is there and mildly irritating) foot on top of hers, pausing for a moment at the soft apology as she turns to face the owner of the voice, expression unchanging despite the fact that her expectations of who it was (an obvious negator given the fact that she couldn't read a single thought off him) was younger by a little over a decade ) don't worry about it. ( ` retorts in his native tongue rather than her own, head tilting slightly as she looks over the boy standing before her )
