Ouch, that burned

Closed St. John Allerdyce blog for SHIELD University RP.

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He shrugged and chuckled once more, “I’m not most people.” he responded easily. Though as the other began to displays abilities JC lent closer and widened his eyes as though in surprise. “Wow. That’s awesome!” he said, leaning back with a large grin on his face, “Remind me to come to your room when the heat goes out.” He crossed his arms, “I’d say I’d show you mine, but,” he shrugged, “I’m boring, nothing special to show.”

✖ ✖ “I’m not very fond of visitors, so you’ll have to freeze with everyone else on campus.” John told him without apology. “No one is boring. Everyone has some kind of talent that separates them from others.”

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Well, that was a way to do it. Trying not to appear too insulted by his not-so-subtle brushing off, Peter turned his torso to the man. All in all, he had come to visit Dr. Banner, but… looks like he was out. Thinly smiling, he held up a hand, waving meekly to him.

“ You don’t wanna SHOW me how it’s done? I wanna make sure this isn’t gonna be a waste, y’know? “

✖ ✖ John gave the other man a look as he reached over towards the pull, flipping a single duck to reveal a three. He gestured to the name of the booth for good measure. “You flip a duck. Three ducks and then you win a prize. I don’t know how much simpler it can get, my man.”

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“Why would I do that?”

✖ ✖ “Maybe you just like me a wee little bit.”

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Because he was sure his parents would hate it. “I dunno, it just came to me.” he shrugged, “Contradictory to swim… Why?” he grinned, “Are you made of stone?”

✖ ✖ “Most names that just come to people are like Bill and Charlie. Not Ocelot.” John pointed out as he held up his lighter, flicking it on and using his other hand to pull the flame out. Keeping it controlled as a small ball in his palm for a moment before closing his hand to extinguish it. “I’d give you a real show, but I don’t think my first day at this school should end with being kicked out of their little fair.”

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Reignition || Pyro & Em

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There was a part of her that was almost worried. Perhaps the way she’d left thing–amicable as anything–hadn’t been desirable. It was pushed away because it didn’t matter. It wouldn’t matter. Never mattered, not to people like them.

She didn’t dwell on that. That was a waste of her thought.

She was a bit hurt his expression didn’t betray surprise. But John has always been a smart man. And SHIELD wasn’t very low key about the mutant things.   It wasn’t a far leap that someone like Emma would be here. Wasn’t a far leap he’d be here either.

“Oh come on now, when have I ever done anything less than fancy.” She moved past him quickly enough. “Been here far too long to be scoping out the place, I think we both know me better than that. I have my reasons.” A light laugh left her, “Happy Mutant life? Please, darling, I’m here to make SHIELD’s life living hell. The question, "She turned toward him grinning, "What naughty little thing did SHIELD catch you doing that they sent you here.”

“I have some doubts that up and leaving can be considered fancy, but please, continue on.” John answered snappishly. He felt emotions highly, despite that being one of the things he hated of himself. If he had a grudge towards someone for even the smallest reason, it would shine through brightly. 

Not that he truly blamed Emma for leaving. Most did. The Brotherhood wasn’t a permanent destination for most mutants, only a handful stayed and dedicated their life to the cause. One being himself. At least she’d kept in contact with Magneto and helped here and there. But, still. She was one of their own and he couldn’t help but feel a little hurt that she had disappeared on them to go back to her club.

A grin spread out across his face when she brought up what crime he’d been caught in the act of. He couldn’t even deny such. Not to Emma, at least.

“Set fire to a few offices... mainly senators. Nothing too bad.” Not compared to what they’d done in the past. “SHIELD thought I might be useful.”

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“No. I lived on an army base.” he lied smoothly, “Think of me as a Military Brat.” he chuckled, “Well, that’s awful name. I think I’m gonna call him… Ocelot.” he decided with a nod. “So you’re not much of a swimmer then?”

✖ ✖ “Ocelot? Why Ocelot?” John asked curiously. “I can swim just fine. I simply don’t like to. It’s very... contradictory for me to do so.”

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“It heightens the chill nice guy vibe for sure.”

✖ ✖ “Now you’re just trying to sweet talk me.”

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💔

💔= Something my muse hates.

HC: It’s not a true hatred, but he often says how much he hates Xavier’s. What they stood for, the people there, etc. The friends he used to have were a handful of the only people who cared for him in his life, and it’s not easy to forget that. They’re just on different sides of opinions, and… he’s very passionate with everything he hopes to achieve. Sometimes, that passion gets in the way of people he cares for.

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🍔= My muse’s favourite unhealthy food 🍎= My muse’s favourite healthy food 🍝= My muse’s favourite meal

🍔= My muse’s favourite unhealthy food.

HC: French fries/chips. He usually orders them with everything.

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❤️🍎🌪🦁

❤️ = Something my muse loves.

HC: Can I say mutant rights??

🍎= My muse’s favourite healthy food.

HC: Carrots. He eats the ones out of the small bag you buy at the store all the time.

🌪= What my muse would do during a natural disaster.

HC: Join in on the chaos because he’s a troublemaker. 

🦁= My muse’s favourite animal.

HC: Cats. They’re cranky and sassy, like him.

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🍝🌨

🌩= Something my muse does on a stormy day.

HC: On a stormy day, John prefers to stay inside and avoid the rain at all costs. Water, while necessary in his life, makes him feel powerless and weak. He’ll usually read a book or surf the web to pass the time, but not being able to be active (by choice), he has a hard time not going stir crazy.

🍝= My muse’s favourite meal.

HC: While most assume it would be a dish that’s overly spicy, like something sprinkled with ghost peppers, John’s favorite meal is fish & chips as that’s what his grandmother used to make him a lot as a kid. 

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Symbol Muse Asks

❤️ = Something my muse loves 💔= Something my muse hates 💘= Someone my muse loves 💕= Someone my muse admires or looks up to 📖= My muse’s favourite book 🏡= My muse’s dream home 🎧= My muse’s favourite song 🎤= My muse’s talent(s) ⚽️= My muse’s favourite sport/physical activity 🍔= My muse’s favourite unhealthy food 🍎= My muse’s favourite healthy food 🍝= My muse’s favourite meal ☂= Something my muse does on a rainy day 🌩= Something my muse does on a stormy day 🌨= Something my muse does on a snowy day ☀️= Something my muse does on a sunny day 🌙= Something my muse does at night ⭐️= My muse’s star sign 🌪= What my muse would do during a natural disaster 🌲= My muse’s favourite season 🐱= My muse’s past pets 🦁= My muse’s favourite animal

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Reignition || Pyro & Em

She had to chuckle when she saw his name. Of all the people to be scooped up by SHIELD, he was not the first to come to mind. He didn’t make the top ten. A part of her always wondered what happened to him. Where he’d gone after she’d left her brief stint with the Brotherhood for her rightful place back beside Shaw? What had come of that literal hot head? And what of it when that came to a crumbling halt? There were always question she pushed away. Ignoring because it was never sensible enough to attempt and track him down. She had the means of course, but it was a waste of resources.

Of course, she’d sought him out the moment that file had landed in her inbox.  It would have been rude and slightly presumptuous not to.  It wasn’t hard to find which room was his for the summer. It wasn’t that much work to scan the listings. Nor was it much trouble to know that he was in there. What did she care if he was aware that she’d brush his mind with her or not?

Knuckles rapping against the door, Emma leaned against the wall, waiting for the door to open. The moment it did Emma smirked. “Hello, darling.” Her lip caught between her teeth trying to hold back the devilish smirked. Crystal blue gaze raked over his form, taking in the older version of the boy she once knew. “Fancy meeting you here.” Echos of the words she once used on him in her earlier years.

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Oh so lucky for him, when John arrived to unpack his very few belongings, the room was very empty. He’d heard of a carnival going on later in the day and while he was expected to run a booth for a few hours, he hoped that it’d be this quiet before he left and after he returned. It wasn’t like they didn’t have plenty of room for single rooms, he figured this was a ploy to get them to socialize. 

Needless to say, if the dormitory mysteriously caught on fire by the end of the week, it’d be his roommates faults. Not his. 

A knock interrupted his solitude and briefly, he wondered if he should simply ignore it. That wouldn’t do good if on the other side of the door was one of the agents who were supposed to be keeping an eye on him. He didn’t need them running to whoever ran this place and whining how he’d been mean to them.

When he came face to face with Emma on the other side of the door, he really should have felt surprised. It’d been awhile since they last spoke. He should have expected she’d be here. Why wouldn’t she be? This was the ‘in’ thing for mutants these days.

“Fancy, that’s one word for it.” John responded as he moved aside to let her in. “Scoping the place out? Or are you playing happy mutant life, too?”

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“You know, I can definitely see that.”

✖ ✖ “I’m glad for that. I feel like it makes me more approachable.”

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“Nice.” he grinned, catching the dolphin, “My first ever fair prize win.” he announced, “What should I call him, any ideas?” he asked, “And if you say flipper, I’ll flip you off.”

✖ ✖ “Your first ever fair prize? Geez, kid, you live under a rock this whole time?” John asked him as he tossed his cigarette aside. “Mr. Dolphin? I’m not good with anything aquatic.”

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“Obviously,” she laughed lightly, “You’ve clearly least sketchy person here.”

✖ ✖ “You know, that means a lot. I try my hardest to be a very open and accepting person.”

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“I was never allowed to be messy growing up, I’m taking advantage of the opportunity.” he smirked, it wasn’t like The Administrator would care about his cleanliness, of anything it kept up appearances better. He flipped the third duck and turned to eye John, “Soooo, what I win?”  

John snorted as he eyed the third number. “Congratulations, eight points. We got a winner here.” He called out as he tossed the man a dolphin beanie baby.