spunky

I want people to know who and what I am.

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Wolverine: I'll be bad cop, you be good cop.

Kitty Pryde: Got it.

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Wolverine: Tell us who did it, or else.

Kitty Pryde: Yeah! Spill the tea sis!

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confirmed for coming to the xavier institute solely to embarrass kitty in front of her Mutant Friends.

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“It’s not.” It comes out determined and stronger than he meant because Scott feels like his voice could break at any moment. “And you don’t. You were just trying to help.” He adjusts his grip on her to bring her closer to his chest. Bobby was so scared when Scott told him about it. That’s all he can think about, that and the promise that everything would be fine. He lied to his best friend, but none of them deserved this. Especially Bobby.

Scott ignores anyone that stops to look at them and continues up to his room because he has a private bathroom attached. He didn’t want anyone listening outside the door or something like students here tended to do. The door is shut when he gets there, so he has to awkwardly try to get the knob while holding her. Maybe he should have just asked her to, but he manages and kicks it shut once they’re inside. Scott doesn’t set her down until he gets her to shower, “I’m just gonna clean your hands okay?” He should probably just let her shower since they were both messy with blood and sickness. He grabs a wet wash cloth instead and gently scrubs her palms.

Kitty doesn’t hear anything he says, or she does but it’s like she’s listening through a thunderstorm. It doesn’t matter what he says though, nothing would take the guilt away. Bobby was dead, and she was the last thing to touch him. She stares off as he dabs at her bleeding hands, feeling the tightness in her stomach that signals her that she might vomit soon but there’s nothing left inside of her. It’s the pain, she realizes, and she pulls her hands back abruptly. “Ow,” she whispers before her eyes shift to him.

Her head goes to his shoulder then, trying to steady her breathing to keep from upchucking all over them both. Not that it’d matter, they both were a mess. Every time her eyes closed, it played over and over and every time her focus was on the fear in his wide blown eyes. Her shaking, bloody fingers unbutton her top that’s covered in sick and she peels it off. Her tank top beneath is still smudged with blood though, she notices when she pulls back. Without making her intentions known, because she doesn’t know what she’s doing either, she lays down on the shower floor and leans back to stare at the ceiling with her neck on the lip of the tub. “I can’t...” she isn’t sure what she’s going to say, eyes screwing shut as she begins to sob again. Only this time it’s quiet, mostly whimpers like it hurts every time.

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You’re such a dork

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cycloptix‌:

It’s hard for Scott to hear. It wasn’t detailed, but the way her voice broke explaining how it happened kills him. Bobby wouldn’t have been shot if Scott were just a little faster. The bullet never would have embedded in Bobby’s ice if… if Scott had just used his powers instead. Scott uses a fist to wipe his eyes and when his glasses fall back over them, he looks at her again wishing he didn’t have to wear these stupid things.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” he doesn’t want to talk about what happened anymore, deciding it best to clean her up and patch any wounds on her hands. He’s already forgotten about the sick all over the floor, someone else will have to handle it. Scott starts to stand, but it’s awkward because he’s not letting her go and trying to bring her up with him. Without asking, he just swings her around so that he’s carrying her. “We need to make sure you don’t have any deep cuts.”

Kitty’s glad Scott doesn’t ask her anything, doesn’t encourage her to speak more. If she did, she might have to throw up again. How did something like that happen? How did he go from smiling one minute to breaking apart beneath her fingertips the next? Still shuddering as he tries to lead her away, she is grateful when he scoops her up. She curls to his body easily, only noticing then how cold she is. Maybe she has been cut deeper than she thought, and the shock kept her from feeling it.

“It’s my fault,” she whispers again, her arms hanging limply around his neck. Her head is tucked just beneath his chin and she can’t really see anything past his opposite shoulder. Her vision is blurred from tears, they make her eyelashes feel stuck together. “I deserve it.” Her voice is resolute when she says it, meaning the cuts covering her arms, face, and chest. 

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aint-nothing-but‌:

“Oh.” Rachel nodded. She felt like she was still missing a piece of information. It felt juvenile. Why would did this girl want her to pick between two things that aren’t even real? Happiness and Freedom… “Unicorns, I guess?” She answered, figuring asking for continued explanation would prove fruitless. She smiled slightly before turning back to her notes, hoping there wouldn’t be a follow up.

Kitty offered her an inviting smile, and it was entirely genuine. She didn’t have an inauthentic bone in her body. She could tell the other girl didn’t think much of the conversation starter, and it really wasn’t much of one, but Kitty also felt she didn’t know how vital it was to sometimes... shoot the shit. “You guess?” she raises both brows, “Well, when the time comes you probably should be sure.” But she lets the conversation go, instead peeking at what she’s working on. “What ya got there?”

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cycloptix‌:

Deep down, Scott knew as soon as he heard her screaming. Scott only needed to see it for himself, but he wasn’t given the opportunity. Staring at the wall, he tries not to break down into a million pieces. Tears form in his eyes, and he shuts them tight to keep them in. “It’s not your fault, whatever happened Kitty, you were just trying to help.”

Scott drags her away from the puddle of vomit and holds her closer than he’d ever held anyone else besides Jean. He starts rocking back and forth with her in his arms because he doesn’t know what else to do. The love he had, whatever he lost with Jean, any pain he felt before today? None of it mattered. It was Bobby’s birthday, but Bobby wasn’t here to celebrate it anymore. “Kitty…” he’s trying his best not to sob, “Take a deep breath, tell me when you’re ready.”

Kitty can feel it, he's barely holding it together too and she knows he knows. She didn't have to explain and Scott was too kind to force her to. As he drags her further from the mess she made, she holds tighter to his jacket. He's holding her so tight she worries she'll phase right through him but it's his solidness, both physically and emotionally that keeps her steady. But not even his crushing embrace could erase the images playing over and over in her head. Bobby's nervous smile, her hand through his body, the bullet in her fingertips. Crash.

She isn't sure how long it takes before she can speak again, and she sure isn't ready even then. But she feels like he deserves the truth, before Hank went and made excuses for her. Her head tilts so she can see him and there's a far off look in her bloodshot eyes. "I took the bullet out and it killed him," she says hoarsely. "It..." She notices the blood then, not Bobby's, but her own. Smudged on her skin and staining his shirt and jacket. "He broke, everywhere."

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cycloptix‌:

Scott falls to his knees in front of her and holds her as she continues shrieking. Whatever happened in there was traumatizing, it wasn’t hard to guess that, so he holds her until she is ready because he doesn’t know what else to do. Pulling her closer, Scott smooths her hair down as tears well up in his eyes. He can only think the worst, especially with blood spatters all over her hands and even tiny cuts on her forearms. When he finally has the courage again, he speaks to try and calm her.

“Kitty, I’ve got you, I’m solid and I’m here for you.” He squeezes her just a little bit to try and reassure her, but he’s not going to pry just yet.

Kitty silently thanks whichever G-d kept her from phasing through Scott then, as he holds her close. She leans on him heavily, sobbing into his collar as her shrieks turn to cries. How does she say it out loud? Would he hate her for what she’s done? She grips his jacket, not thinking about the blood she’s getting on it. She needed something to hold onto.

“I... I didn’t know,” she says like she’s begging, pulling away enough to look up at him. “I didn’t know, I didn’t know it’d happen. I swear, oh my...” She trails off as she leans out of his arms and vomits on the floor beside them. Between what she’d done, and the upset following, her stomach was churning. “Scott... He’s- Bobby is...”

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Reluctantly, Scott walked away from the surgery room thinking the absolute worst. They wouldn’t have sent him away otherwise. Kitty wouldn’t have phased through the floor either. When he remembers that, he begins running as fast as his legs would take him to the room underneath. She saw what happened, she was in there to help Bobby. Scott held his glasses to his face as he ran with purpose to find her.

“Kitty!” he could hear her screaming when he rounded another corner. She needed him, she couldn’t be alone right now and he needed to help her. Somehow…

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Kitty hadn’t meant to phase through Hank, or the floor, but she felt stuck in a loop. Like she was still falling, and falling, and Bobby kept cracking and exploding all around her. Pieces of him, in her clothes and hair and in her skin. She just screams and screams, unable to make it stop. It’s all she can do, what else is there to do? There was no undo button, there was no going back and staying her hand. There was no tearing him off the table, there was just batting his remains off of her body and screaming so loud that she was a beacon for Scott to find her.

When she sees him she scrambles towards him, leaving bloody hand prints on the floor as she goes. Reaching for him as her screams turn to shrieks.

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Bobby is so nervous he could throw up right now. Keeping an eye on the other’s hand, and peering over at Hank for the nod of the approval. Taking in a deep breath, Bobby nods at Kitty and settles in for what has to be the worst feeling of his life. The second the hand wraps around the bullet, Bobby feels awful. Something isn’t right. He tries to say something, but he can’t. He’s frozen, literally. 

Ice covers his body, and his eyes go wide. He’s changing to pure ice, not just ice over skin. Everything changes to crystalline ice. He takes one last breath, body stilling completely. And then there’s nothing. Unbeknownst to him, his body went completely translucent, ice cracking when his chest deflates from exhaling and it’s then that it shatters, ice breaking off in chunks, falling all over the place.

Bobby Drake was no more.

There’s a moment, a split second, where Hank sees it coming. There’s a look in Bobby’s eyes, a fear that makes his gut turn. He steps forward, hand outstretched to stop Kitty but he doubts himself. Stupidly, he doubts himself, thinking maybe he’s projecting and if he stops Kitty now it’ll only cause more damage. But watching the ice sprawl out, covering him entirely, he knows he chose wrong. His heart stops, possibly when Bobby’s does, and he can only watch in horror as he crumbles to pieces.

It doesn’t feel real at first. Watching Bobby break into shards, some of which embed in her skin at their proximity, she thinks for a second this is a horrible joke. A terrible, cruel prank. Because it didn’t make sense, it didn’t occur to her that despite all they’d lost, that she could be the one to pull the trigger on one of her friends. But it hits her rather fast, as the sting of her cuts come to the forefront of her mind. The bullet clatters onto the table and onto the floor as she screams, stumbling back. She screams until she runs out of breath and then she screams some more, crashing into Hank’s chest as she tries to get away. In her fear she phases right through him and falls to the floor, her screams becoming deep sobs that shake her body.

Hank tries to catch her but she phases through him before he gets a solid grip on her and he’s grasping at air. Through his hands he can see the table, the ice covering the floor and he thinks he might be sick. What had he done? “Charles...” he says roughly, knowing the older man must have heard the commotion and have narrowed the source already. “Charles, come quick and keep any students out.”

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“Oh!” Doug cooed as if this were in any way a surprise. “Really? You should have said so because I’ve got a project you might be interested in.” He said, closing his school work down and launching a file in bluefish. “And for the record, the mermaids are welcome to drown me.” He added. “How familiar are you with the drake equation? The actual equation, not just the theory.”

“I’ve got a mermaid tail swimsuit I can drown you in,” she offers, chipper as she hops off her couch and drops down beside him. Kitty puts her feet up on the coffee table in front of her, arms behind her head like she’s stretched out on the beach and not in a frigid mansion in the middle of a fricken frigid winter. “Now you’re speaking my language,” she snatches a notepad another student in sketching in on the floor, ignoring their protests, and digs out a pencil from between the couch cushions. There was always a few. She scratches out the equation as she glances at his screen. “What are we up to?”

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“Fairies… are complicated creatures.” they grin and lean forward in their chair. Felix felt more akin to fairies than anything else, on one hand they were cold and calculating, and on the other they could be mischievous and just there to have a good time. “They are more like the line, I think. Why are you reading about mythical creatures anyway, bored of talking physics or medicine with the other faculty?” They know that’s not all the teachers talk about, but what was mostly droned on about was boring as all hell. Felix could hear everything when they wanted to.

Kitty wasn’t about to share her thoughts with them, about how she thought maybe she’d been seeing things lately. In the corners of the room, in the places she knew her fellow staff had crossed over into a different world. She didn’t tell anyone about that. So instead she smiles wider, leaning in to whisper, “The staff doesn’t talk about that stuff, you know. It’s mostly who is hooking up with who or if we think the Professor is gonna stay in his room forever now.” She settles back into the couch and sighs. “Can’t blame a girl for wanting to get lost in some books.”

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Bobby’s phone buzzes just as he’s about to give Kitty the nod. He pulls it out, reading a text from Scott and quickly replying before tucking it back into his pants. “I know, I know, I’m sorry!” he apologizes. “I can’t be more sorry about this, but I’ve been freaking out for a long time. I can’t control my powers anymore, that’s what all this means. What if people think I’ll freeze them solid at night? I’ve gotten cold before, real cold, and I don’t want to hurt anyone,” he admits quietly. “I don’t want to have to leave.”

Nodding, Bobby reaches up and pats her on the cheek, “I’ll get you a six course dinner, promise.” His eyes are earnest, but full of fear, with his heart rate stilled, the icy muscle having stopped moving long ago he really doesn’t know how to gauge his terror. “I guess, yeah, I mean, lets get this lead outta me, yeah?” he smiles, meeting her eyes. “I’m so done with being 1% lead and 99% water. lets get back to 100%, baby,” he teases, trying to lighten the mood.

I don’t want to have to leave. Kitty doesn’t argue with him, she didn’t think the Professor would ever make him leave but lately, it felt like everything she knew about their mentor was wrong. The rumors she’d heard about what he’d done to his daughter... It was hard to imagine the lengths he’d go to keep this place safe. So she nods, already forgiving him but too afraid forgiving him out loud would be a lot like saying goodbye.

“Alright,” she says nervously then nods to herself again and repeats it more comfortably. “Alright.” Then a sort of hysterical laughter breaks out of her and in McConaughey fashion she says it three more times, but her laughter tapers off at Hank’s side eye. “Right, not the time.” She flashes one more smile at Bobby. “Here goes nothing.” Her hand phases through him, and she’s surprised at the cold that envelopes her skin. Usually while phased she felt nothing, but his mutation is breaking through hers and leaving her shivering. But she pushes through it, fingers wrapping around the bullet as she phases in just enough to grab it. And with one fluid motion, she pulls her hand out.

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It was a nice gesture, not one that Erik expected. The kindness he receives from Kitty does make a smile spread to his face. It was a genuine one, not forced at all. “You did? Thank you.” He looks at the present that’s placed down on his desk, and in that moment maybe not everyone here completely hated him. “I would like that. I haven’t had company while doing so in a while.”

Erik’s reaction is more than she expected. Kitty’s own smile brightens her face, reaching her eyes and making them shine. She didn’t like to celebrate alone and she didn’t want to bother Bobby or anyone else who already had someone to celebrate with. She spots a box of candles on the corner of his desk and picks it up. “Sun’s going down,” she remarks, pointing outside. “Maybe we should move our menorahs to the common room so we can share.”