I Know Lots of Stuff

David to colleagues, Mr. Alleyne to students. My door is always open to both groups. 

[taylortownsend]

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Tommy: Kant would say that lying in any scenario is wrong, so if Captain America asks you if you hacked SHIELD again, you should say yes. On the other hand, snitches do get stitches.

David: You just casually cited Immanuel Kant. Yeah, I know we're in a miserable bind here, but this might be the proudest day of my life.

Tommy: No offense, but that's a real bummer of a life.

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iamxlegion:

A sigh passed David’s lips as he eyed the chair that the man had pulled out for him. He could make a run for it, but he wondered if that was really worth it. “You wouldn’t get it and I’m not even sure if I know how to explain it,” he told him. Granted he didn’t know the man and maybe he could relate to him more than David thought but he had been talking about his feelings for so long - did that really help anything? He fell into the chair that had been offered to him. “What does talking do anyways?”

“No, I probably won’t,” David said. He wasn’t going to offer up a lie; that wouldn’t be ethical or something the other man wanted to hear. “ I might be able to sympathize, but I’m not to minimize your experience by telling you I know exactly what you’re going through. Still would like to hear it.” Getting David to sit down was the first half of the battle, so the counselor smirked knowing that he at least got the younger man to stay for a bit longer. “David, I’m a guidance counselor. IN my opinion, talking does everything. It makes you articulate your feeling into words you can process, and it can tend to lead to action later on.” He tried to soften his gaze as he crossed his leg over the other. “So if you’d like, you can bounce those off of me.” 

[missycrimscn-blog]

   “the next person that eats my pudding out of the fridge even though it clearly has my name on it is going to really wish they didn’t –– i’m sure that they wouldn’t like me draining all of their blood.”

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David raised his eyebrow at the threatening remark. “I would strongly urge you to not do that, Miss Rockwell.”

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The moon was high in the sky, it’s light showing her tired class the way back inside. Since astronomy dealt so much with the moon and stars, she felt it was irresponsible to not hold at least one class outside every week. Her students on the other hand…she wasn’t sure how much they appreciated the experience. Still it would help them in the long run, especially since she preferred to base her tests on the current sky rather than the old textbooks. Carefully packing away her telescope, Aoife smiled as the moon emerged from behind a cloud and bathed the grounds in a white light. 

She glanced over at the quartz and moonstone charge on a nearby stump, glad to see they were indeed in the direct line of the moonbeams. The full moon had passed a week ago and she knew the new moon would be upon them soon enough; with the school’s history she would rather be prepared. The sound of a twig snapping caught her attention and she scanned the apparently not so empty grounds. “Ya can come out y’know, Ih know yar thar.”

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It was a beautiful night out, which was what compelled David to take this walk. He was feeling a bit cooped up, which he was used to at times, but today wasn’t one of those days. He certainly hadn’t expected to see a class outside. Not wanting to disrupt, he waited until the session was over before he continued walking through their path. That’s when Aoife spoke up.

“Not hiding, just enjoying the scenery, Miss Sheriden.” David left his spot to stand beside her before looking up at the sky. It was interesting to actually know the patterns and constellations as he looked up, pinning it to Aoife or any still lingering students. “What were you showing your class?”

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amelietemple:

“I’m not sure what I’d do with so much information,” Amelie admitted with a laugh. “Sometimes I think my head is so full anyway that it might burst if I added more.” Then again, if their powers were reversed, she doubted that she would even be alive to have the conversation they were having now; even if she was, it was be as a woman that looked her age. She wondered if that would change how he regarded her, but it wasn’t something she bothered to dwell on. “I guess every power has its downsides.”

A laugh escaped her and she followed his gaze around her room. “I have eclectic taste, I know. Some are left over from my studies, some are for teaching, some are just old favorites. Charles-Louis Philippe is a favorite. I met him once when I was young, but I was too little to realize how exciting it was. Such is the tragedy of youth, no?”

"Oh, it leaves fairly quickly, once I leave that person, unless I study it, so no head explosions here. Not yet.” It was a simultaneous blessing and curse. He’d been told it was his brain’s way of defending itself from...something, maybe an brain explosion. 

David smirked as Amelie talked about her books. It was nice to hear people discuss things they cared about. “Yes, I suppose it i- hm, wait, sorry, you met Charles-Louis Philippe?” His grin faltered as he tried to figure out how serious she was being. However, all that she knew about the man, including his appearance, made him believe otherwise. “Philippe died in 1909...am I allowed to ask that rude question of just how old you are?”

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organic-steel:

Piotr stared at the sheet, trying to remember what a 103-D was. “Ah yes, the Hundred and Three D…” He had no idea. Usually, someone else helped him with this sort of stuff. 

“And what is that exactly?”

“It’s...uh, hold on.” David looked through the packet of papers, searching for any precedent as to what on earth the form could have been for. “Form 103D....is a mystery form and I’m sorry. I can walk around campus with it and hope someone- wait!” David saw a glimpse of the number and hastily went through. “You fill it out if you’re selling or reinvesting in a property. There.” David tried not to look as proud of himself as he was.

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Batter Up // Jimmy and David

@leechitallaway

David didn’t watch TV often, but if he did, it was likely sports. If it was sports, it was probably baseball, and if it was baseball, it was absolutely the Chicago Cubs. Now, the season was over though, and the Bulls weren’t even playing that day so David found himself outside on the baseball diamond with some of the gear from the baseball team.

“Sutcliffe winds up for the pitch, it’s a whopper,” he narrates as his tosses the ball up to himself. Sports were one of the few things that could bring out a more relaxed side of David. “And Roy Cey is right there to knock it out of the park!” David didn’t exactly knock it out of the park, but he was able to hit it deep into the outfield, where it rolled right up to a...student? It was hard to notice from so far away so he jogged out a bit. “Oh, hello, Jimmy,” he said trying to seem a bit more professional once he realized it was the student. The sweatshirt he had on made him look a bit more causal that usual, but at least he was still wearing long pants. “Did you want to play a bit?”

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sabretooth-creed:

Victor raised an eyebrow at the question. “Really Alleyne? Do I look like one of your students?” While Victor did age much slower than most he was definitely not in the realm of teenager anymore and he didn’t look it either. “Flattering as that may be I don’t actually need help. But if you want to grade these papers for me I certainly won’t complain.” He didn’t expect David to do his work for him but hey, it was worth a shot.

“I’m here to counsel the students, but the adults here need a lot of help now and again, too.” David was well aware that most of the staff felt he was just a resource to the students but no one was above counseling. Grading, though... Well, you make inroads anyway possible. “Sure, why not?” he said pulling up a chair. He was sure that Victor didn’t actually expect him to help, which was all the better. “US History? I’m an expert...and you’re an expert which helps.”

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robinx:

Robin scrunched up her face in embarrassment. “Wouldn’t wanna do that, I guess doing homework and going to classes aren’t my only job here, too. Participation, which I haven’t been good at for awhile thanks to,” she motioned towards her face. Even though she could cover up most things, some days her powers were overwhelming with the pulsing migraines. Sometimes she didn’t feel like herself; rage, anger, joy and fear were among the strongest emotions that she felt, so when people in her proximity were going through a rough day, she felt it as well. All the contradictions she felt hadn’t necessarily made her a recluse, but more hesitant and quiet.

“Three weeks?” she exclaimed loudly. “That’s a rather long gestation period, Mr. Alleyne…. But you’re the professional. Um!” She looked around the room, studying the artwork and layout and personal knick-knacks of the man. She slowed her breath and could feel his eagerness and sincerity. Her eyes danced on the flower on the desk. “That’s new,” she said softly. “You don’t like it as much as the previous plant. Sorry, classes? I’m mostly in the normal stuff, I’ll be getting a class schedule that better fits my needs in the Winter since I came so late, but I had to be enrolled to reap the benefits from everyone here. I heard there’s mutant classes, but I’m only in Statistics, French, English, Bio 1, the usual. Uh, people seem nice enough, a few people have been friendly to me. It’s hopeful, I’d say.” She returned the smile to the man sitting across from her.

When Robin pointed to her face as a reason behind why she wasn’t participating, David made a mental note to discuss that later. Many of the students whose mutations affected their physical appearance often dealt with feelings of isolation or insecurity because of it, so he wanted to make sure Robin was alright. At her sudden exclamation, David laughed. “Like I said, you can come in here everyday twice a day if you want to or feel the need to. Three weeks is generally the time where you’ll find yourself settling in more so any issues or concerns you have should be addressed by around that time.” Not many students actually wanted to come in see their guidance counselor frequently so this was refreshing.

David raised a brow subtly as Robin pointed out his plant. He recalled his recent conversation which contained a demonstration that resulted in the death of his sunflowers. He didn’t dwell on it so he could listen to the rest of her comments. “And it seems like you’re doing alright in French already,” he noted, taking stock of how much French he knew based on what she knew. “That sounds really good, Robin. I’m glad you’re meeting good people. There’s a lot of them here.” Recalling how she knew about the plant, David brought up that again. “So you’re an empath? I know a campus with hormonal teens isn’t always easiest for empathetic students.”

[coldfadingdeath]

“Are you sure this is where the dread spectre disappeared him, Mr. Young, Gifted and Black?”

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amelietemple:

“I understand it, but that doesn’t lessen my frustration by much,” she admitted, though she gave a small shrug and a sigh. “I think looking older might be nice. I’ve never understood the fear of aging; everyone I’ve seen that looks their age looks fine. Then again, the grass might simply be greener on the other side. I’ve always thought telepathy would be fantastic, but I’ve met more than a few telepaths that would tell me otherwise. Maybe aging is the same.”

Well, he’d never heard someone excited to age before, but then again, he didn’t know many people in Amelie’s predicament. “I heard the same thing about telepathy. My power is relatively close to it, copying knowledge, so I’ve thought why not just go the whole way? But knowing everyone’s thoughts is a huge responsibility. I sympathize with those younger students who need help controlling it still.”

David looked around Amelie’s office, trying to get a glimpse of what he could learn about based on her knowledge of the books around. “You’ve got a interesting collection here,” he noted, hoping he didn’t come off as nosey.

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David: The non-violent approach is probably better here.

America: I wasn’t gonna use violence. I don’t always use violence. Do I?

David: The important thing is YOU believe that.

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Prodigy Aesthetic

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abstractmutant:

Kitty gave him a small smile. ‘Thanks David.” he had a point. When the roles were changed, whens he was a student, she hadn’t always been that forthcoming. “Is there any… I don’t know, anything I can do to help the process along?”

“It’s like any relationship, just be intentionally helpful. Brag about your extensive office hours and great listening skills. You’ll annoy half of them and help the other half,” he joked. David was constantly going around to different students even if they weren’t going to his office. It just helped to get the word out there. “How are you doing, though, with the adjustment?”

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fordoing:

Good? Kevin thought. He’d never thought about good, himself or others for that matter. Things just… were. Not good or bad, just, existed. But now that he was less worried about feeding himself, his own safety, he had more time in his mind and he didn’t know what to do with it.

Not to mention he didn’t know what ascribe meant, so he just looked at the man in puzzlement.

When the counselor asked a question, Kevin straightened his back in his chair from his previous slouch. “I… din’t say devoid. I don’t s’pose I thinka good and evil, bad, whatever. I mean everything I touch…” He uneasily turned to the plant on the man’s desk. He rolled up the sleeve of his glove and pulled it off. He touched the leaf of the plant, green and soft and lush between his thumb and forefinger, until it crinkled and shrunk into a brown, dry blade. It turned to dust and fell to the bottom of the vase with the rest of the dirt, but not before the death could spread. Pretty soon, gravity pulled the entirety of the once-plant to mix in with the earth. Kevin watched in distasteful numbness, lips pressed tightly. Finally, he put the glove back on.

“I can’t control it. And I’m not asking you to help me control it, there’s other people here for that matter… I don’t know how to live like this. I’ve never spoken to anyone about my feelings, so I don’t know how to… begin. Maybe… Maybe we can make it a thing, you helping me. I’m getting better in some aspects since I’ve been ‘ere, but… I blamed my circumstances for my mood. But now that I have a roof over my head, I’m still unhappy. I don’t know what happiness is. Maybe you can help me change that, sir.” He cleared his throat uneasily. “I’d really appreciate it because… I’d like to get better. No one can like me if I don’ like myself, ain’t that right,”

David watched in awe as his plant slowly turned to mulch and decayed before his eyes. Oh. He rather liked that plant, but he didn’t think it best to tell that to Kevin. Instead, he just said a small “I see...” as the student put his glove back on. 

The things that Kevin was saying were tough and deep and came from a place of obvious pain, so there was a small part of David was actually glad Kevin was here seeking some sort help. “That’s what I’ve heard,” David said in response to Kevin’s last statement. “However, I can help you, Kevin, I’d be more than willing to. Anything you need to say, you can say it here. It is true what they say about talking through stuff; it helps somehow.”

David reached for his planner and opened it up. “How about you swing by my office once a week? Less if you want or more if you need to, but this way we can try for some consistency. Whether if the details of your week or what it means for you to be happy in a safe place.” David glanced at his now shriveled plant and smirked. “I’ll make sure to get a new office plant so the place looks brighter when you do come back.”

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iamxlegion:

David was trying to convince himself that he was fine, that everyone was good and the Shadow King was gone. After leaving Marcos’ classroom though, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was happening again. He was doing his best to appear calm as he walked through the halls of the campus but like usual - he wasn’t doing a great job at appearing well put together. “I-…” he started to say, but he was caught between wanting to talk to the guy and wanting to finally get back to his room. “Nope. I’m good.”

“Too late, you hesitated,” David noted. He pulled up a chair in front of Haller’s and took a seat. David was well aware that the other man was probably still going through a rough time in the wake of the previous battle. You don’t see that many people die at what is practically your hand and walk away unscathed. “What’s running through your head right now? I’m sure it’s a lot, but give it a shot.”