Kitty Pryde

- Closed Blog for the SHIELD University RP -

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Shake It Off - Kitty || Laura

It was sweltering in the club.  Weaving her way through people to get off the dance floor, Kitty had to wipe a hand across her forehead to catch the sweat before it could fall into her eyes.  It was a very busy night - not surprising, as it was Friday.  The crowd barely gave her space to slip between without touching anyone, but she loved it despite the claustrophobic atmosphere.  She needed it, considering the week that she’d had.

Slipping up onto one of the tall stools at the bar, she ordered another drink - non-alcoholic, of course.  Even if the large stamp on her hand hadn’t shown she was under 21, she wouldn’t have indulged anyway.  It was so freeing to just get out and move among others.  She didn’t need chemical help to have fun.  She was just taking a sip of her Coke when the commotion started.

Kitty turned her head toward the first angry shout, curious but unconcerned.  She was all the way across the club, the bar was on a raised platform that would probably be pretty difficult to just jump onto, and it was the perfect example of why security guards got paid.  Of course, at a time it was smart to stay off the dance floor, the harder remix of a familiar catchy song she liked started up.  “It figures,” she muttered, taking another sip.  Her eyes widened, though, when her higher vantage point let her see that whatever it was wasn’t staying in its corner.

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Orientation - Kitty || Emma

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likeadiamondfrost:

“Well, that is a lot..” Emma muttered to herself. She remembered those days. Each one the worse than the next. Her fingers still moving through the cabinet until she pulled out a piece of paper. Consent form. Always covering SHIELD’s legal ass she thought bitterly. “As a telepath, I do more than look through people’s minds, Miss Pryde. I have the ability to…” How did she put it gently, “Dull the pain, so to speak. Figure out the cause.” Emma shrugged sliding the paper toward her. “Regardless of what you choose, it’s probably best to sign that. Just a consent form.” Emma looked at the girl, “If it is just stress, I don’t see those going away.”

A tight nod lifted her head sharply. “And until then you’ll be twiddling your thumbs?” She asked. More students were proactive about finding ways to exercise their powers. Sneaking into the rec center rooms, fighting on the quad. It happened. 

“Well, it’s the pro-Mutant rights group on campus.” She hadn’t had to explain this before, so she supposed every detail counted. There are methods to getting what she needed that didn’t waste Emma’s time. “I’d suggest attending a meeting or asking other members or wait for the fair to happen.” Emma smirked beside herself. “it’ll become your best friend. They really didn’t tell you about it upon your entrance?” Not surprising, “Basically, it’s a big metal room we get to practice our powers without much risk.” Approaching the topic slowly.

“Yeah.”  Kitty’s eyebrows raised as she listened, her hand automatically reaching out to take the offered form.  “So you can be a living pain killer.”  Her eyes scanned over the legalese, thinking she got the gist of most of it.  And here she had thought that the giant packet of forms she signed on entrance was vague.  Slipping her hand into her bag, she brought out a pen and signed her name with a flourish.  “Well, if there’s a possibility that you can do what medical science can’t, I guess I’ll take the chance.”    

She stiffened at the question, her fingers tightening on the pen she still held.  “I think it’s kinda obvious that I wasn’t planning on it,” she said calmly, loosening her grip and putting the pen down.  Better to leave it out just in case more forms came up.  “I asked you, didn’t I?”

Kitty perked up a little at the description of the group.  Surely if there was a fair for it, they were pretty proactive as well as helpful.  I hate asking, but - “Well, I can definitely do that.  Do you know when and where they meet?”  After all, she didn’t want to have to wait longer than necessary.  And the mention of a room where she could practice without worry was pretty great, too.  “Hey, if there’s something like that, I’m definitely in.”   

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Orientation - Kitty || Emma

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likeadiamondfrost:

Emma nodded. She knew all about the feeling of pain and headaches.  It was utter torture to hear it all, feel it all.  “What’s a lot..?” She asked cutting the girl off. Explicit facts rather than abstract ideas like ‘a lot’ were needed at least in order for Emma to suggest something helpful. “I’m sure we can do something but without knowing the cause of them…” her voice trailed off as she began fiddling through the file in her desk drawer. “It’s probably mutation related or stress due to the sudden change in lifestyle but I’d be willing to take a look, or you could probably ask Charles Xavier–he’s a professor and another telepath–to help.” She’d give the girl an option of course.

“Right…”There wasn’t too much Emma could do about that part. It would all come with control. “I can’t say there’s much to do about the phasing, all of that could come with time and mastery of your powers.”

Emma paused on the question, “There are but mutants also out number students on campus…Are you enrolled in power training classes?” She’s sat back now, leaning back in the chair away from the desk as she looked the girl over. Surely there were outlets she could get to that Emma didn’t have to explain but there she had it. “There are other outlets for you to get some sort of guidance. Mutant Association, might be worth a look. Find a graduate student take a spin in the Danger Room. Is that what you want discussed then?”

Kitty thought for a moment, counting up the times in the past couple weeks that she’d had her head pound.  “Well, lately I’ve had at least two a week for the past month,” she finally said, watching Emma rifling through her desk.  She could feel something inside relaxing as options were being offered.  Still, there was one question.  “I hate asking, but how would someone looking through my mind help my headaches?”  She clenched her teeth for a moment, looking down.  “I mean, I guess I could see it if it’s stress, but I just really don’t know much about how it all works.”  And, to be honest, that scared her a little. 

She accepted the bit about her phasing with a nod - she had come to the same conclusion, but it was still disheartening to know it wouldn’t be automatic.  Pipe dream aside, the options Emma listed gave her pause.  “I’m enrolled for next semester,” she said, idly running a nail over the arm of her chair.  There hadn’t been an immediate opening - proof of just how many mutants there must be on campus.

It was surprising Kitty hadn’t come across any Mutant Association, but she figured it was just because she was so new.  She nodded.  “It’s honestly my biggest issue, and any extra information would help.  I mean, you’ve already given me some good ideas -” and it made her feel a little disconnected inside, “- but more is always better, you know?”  She felt the little twitch at the thought that it would be the woman in front of her that helped her - she couldn’t help it.  Something about Emma just got under her skin.  “Wait, what’s the Danger Room?”  The way Emma said it implied that she should know what it is, but it seemed that her initial briefing on the school had been a little short on important stuff.

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Oh no! you’ve been pranked! For April fools only your character can only talk in Taylor swift lyrics!

“Hey, now we got problems.”

“And the haters gonna hate -”  Kitty tried to hold it in, “- hate -” she slapped her hand over her mouth, but it didn’t stop the words.  Muffled, she reluctantly said, “hate, hate, hate,” as fast as she possibly could.  

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PRIGIDY PRIGIDY PRANKED SON! Someone has just locked you in a room with actual kittens!! SOCIAL EXPERIMENT

Kitty immediately tried the door again, not really believing that a door that had just closed behind her could be locked.  “Ugh, seriously?”  Frustrated, she turned back around and scanned the dim room someone obviously wanted her to see.  She prepared to phase back through the door, muscles tensing automatically at the thought that it could be some sort of trap or even something else dangerous.  This place just got weirder and weirder…

“Oh, my god…”

“Kittens!”  

“Why would anyone - hey!”

“Ow, ow, ow!  Okay, guys, stop attacking and you’ll get attention!”

“See?  Attention.  Ugh, you’re so cute!  Who’s the cutest?  Who?  Who?”

Turning, Kitty saw a message posted on the wall.  “April Fools?” she muttered, reading it.  She shrugged.  “Doesn’t seem so bad to me.”

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Orientation - Kitty || Emma

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likeadiamondfrost: 

Time was slowly sucking all the fun of things for Emma. She’d noticed the small twitch at the thought of the girl taking the higher road. Funny how that worked and funny the thought made Emma’s own smile twitched with amusement. Emma situated herself to get comfortable for the long haul.

The urge to roll her eyes at the thoughts from the girl was hard to push down. To ignore. But she managed it. It took all her might to bite her cheek and let the girl go on thinking she wouldn’t be seen a threat. They all would, of course, it was the nature of the beast. It disgusted her. Later she’d pop that pretty bubble.

A tight nod accompanied b a “Mhm I see” Emma let her talk for a moment before looking up from the file. “And the headaches?” Again her gaze dropped to scan a line, “And phasing through things? How’s that going?” 

Kitty wasn’t surprised that the file had the description of her powers or that they came up.  After all, she had disclosed that kind of information to the kind but bland suited man when she was brought into the university.  “I’m still getting a lot of headaches,” she said, biting at her lip as she thought.  “Mostly during my down time, but it’s still awful.  I was kind of hoping that there was something that could be done about those, since pain killers just don’t work.”  Considering they felt like her skull was being both stabbed and crushed at the same time each time she had one, awful was probably an understatement.

“As for the phasing, I guess I’m building more control, but -”  She shifted in her seat, embarrassed that she had to mention such things to the telepath, “- there are times it’s still pretty random.”  Like the time she fell through her bed and the floor while sleeping.  Waking up cramped and sore in a storage closet hadn’t been a welcome surprise.  The only silver lining she saw there was the fact that she had been able to deliberately phase out through the door after discovering it was locked.  

That brought up something that Kitty had been wondering about since she started at SHIELD U.  “It’s also not exactly being helped here,” she said, sitting up a bit straighter.  “Aren’t there supposed to be instructors available to work with me on this?” 

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susummers: 

“The rooms are better than prison.” he shrugged. “There have been quite a  few reformed criminals for whom this is literally parole. So- that’s not far off.”

“Control your powers? Ah-” he ran a hand through his hair to the question. “It’s a long long story.”

“I...actually didn’t know that.  It’s, um, nice that this place gives them a chance like that.”

“Yeah.  They kind of blindsided me - which I know isn’t exactly unusual, and everybody says it like that, but, yeah.  Well, if it’s a story you want to tell, I have a lot of time right now.  Or if that’s code for ‘let’s talk about anything else, please,’ that’s cool, too.”

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agreenpolarity:

“This is one of the few places I know how to get to, if that makes you feel any better.” Lorna nodded and got up from her table. “Yeah, follow me. Just so you don’t get lost again,” she teased. 

“It definitely helps,” Kitty replied, nodding.  “And I’m definitely not going to say no to a guide at this point. Lead the way.”

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susummers:

“Really, it’s fine. I’m definitely no puppy so you’re all good.”

“What are you in for Kitty?”

“In for, huh?  You make it sound like prison or something.”

“They told me this was a place where I could learn control.  The fact it’s a college is a huge bonus.  What about you?” 

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Orientation - Kitty || Emma

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likeadiamondfrost:

The roll of her eyes was fast and swift. Dear Lord, it was going to be a very long session. Plastering on a fake smile, Emma met the girls face as she moved into the room. “Hello. nice of you to join me.” There was tad bit more sarcasm than she should have used, but frankly, Emma couldn’t care.

Emma watched the girl before turning her attention back to the file. it wasn’t as descriptive as her own but it was thorough. Interestingly enough.  Emma made a slight wince at the whirl of thoughts. A  long sigh left her, and she looked at the girl.

“Yes. I’m the… mutant therapist so to speak. I’m here to make sure you’re not a threat to your fellow classmates as well as provide any…adjustments you might need on campus. So let’s start shall we?” Emma’s gazed moved over the file, “How are you adjusting here?” That was easiest. They could poke into the past and future interchangeably.

From the greeting, Kitty could tell that she was going to have to be the one to take the high road here.  Her polite smile twitched slightly at the thought, but this was obviously a very official meeting.  It was crucial that she did this right.  It was also obvious that it was going to be a long session - or at least feel like it.  Good thing the chair was comfortable.  Well, mostly comfortable.

The description of what Emma was setting out to do was interesting, but kind of worrying in a way.  She couldn’t currently think of any way that she’d be a threat to anyone she met, and she always thought she was well-adjusted in general. Hell, even her abilities seemed to be geared toward avoiding threats instead of causing them. The pause before adjustments didn’t help either.

“I think I’m adjusting just fine,” she said.  “I’m meeting people.  I go to class.  Everything’s going great.”  Well, other than the fact that she had to do this with Emma, but she had faith that she’d get through it, no problem  

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susummers:

“ … Ohh. I’m not- I like women. One woman. And everyone does it’s fine. Nice to meet you. I’m Scott.”

“Pleased to meet you, too, Scott.  Now I feel worse, though.  Like I kicked a puppy that always expects it.  Is there any way I could have a do-over here?”

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susummers:

“… About?”

“That maybe us poor ladies were down one more option.  Still the case, but not the way I first thought.  I’m Kitty, by the way.  Sorry for picking on ya’, but you just made it too easy.”

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susummers:

“It has been.”

“That’s.. No. I mean, I do. That’s not the point here. - When and where it’s appropriate. Also no, because there’s only one woman I’m interested in. It’s a matter of principle.”

“You had me wondering for a moment there.”

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healing-elixir:

It was usually about this point that people figured he was an anti-social asshole and left him alone, so he figured this girl would do the same thing. It was hard, he’d been so good at all this before his thing kicked in. The most popular kid in school, everyone had liked him. Now it was like being back to square one and learning all over again how to deal with people.  

He had looked away from the girl and waited to hear the sound of her footsteps as she left him alone. His eyes narrowed a little when she spoke. That… wasn’t the usual response he got. He really didn’t think she ‘got’ it, regardless of what she said. His eyes drifted back to her as she wrote something on a piece of paper. His eyes widened a little and he stared in surprise before he took it. “Oh uhh… Thanks.” he said quietly, “You uhr… you’re really nice.” he said, looking down again.  

For a moment, Kitty thought Josh wasn’t going to take the slip of paper, but then he did.  She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding just in time to blink at him in her own slight surprise.  She usually tried to be kind to everyone - as long as they weren’t being jerks, at least - but to have someone actually flat-out tell her she was nice after she bugged them and gave them her number?  It was a little strange, and she searched for a way to respond.  “Um, thanks?”

“I really don’t know if that’s all that unusual here, though,” she continued after her brain stopped flailing, smile widening.  She shifted on her feet.  “Most of the people I’ve run into here are nice.”  She thought for a second, thinking of the people she knew.  “Okay, there are some that aren’t, but they’re easy enough to avoid.”

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face-it-tiger:

❛ It really is, right? Like some weird stuff happens around here and I thought I was the only one. ❜ Mary-Jane felt excitement bubbling up into her words as she spoke. It was finally like someone else was feeling the same way that she was about this place. Not that the female was unhappy here but entirely uncertain of everything that was going on around her. ❛ What were you working on? Ya know, if you don’t mind me asking. ❜ The redhead was always one that wanted to learn, even if it was something she had no interested in at all. ❛ It’s gonna sound real weird but for a second I thought I saw someone flying? Like maybe I need more sleep or something but I seriously thought I saw it for a second. ❜

“It’s not very interesting,” Kitty said with a soft laugh.  “Just a report for English Comp.”  She shifted again on the couch, reaching to put her laptop on the coffee table beside her.  She sighed.  “A very long, complicated, and boring report that’s more style than substance.”

She was a little surprised at the fact that it sounded like the other woman’s excitement was over something that could easily be someone’s powers.  Now that was weird.  “Wait, you only thought you saw someone flying?”  She worried at her lip, thinking.  “Flying can’t be that uncommon here.  I mean, that’s more cool than weird.  I wish I could do that.”  Sure, she’d had a cool moment where her ability made it seem like air held her up.  It had stopped her from falling flat on her face, so it was useful, but that didn’t even come close to flight.

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thewitch-wandamaximoff:

Wanda sighed, realizing what she had done. She slipped off her headphones and glanced at the girl. “I’m…sorry. I’m just used to keeping to myself around here these days.” 

Kitty turned back to the other woman, shifting her bag a little.  “Oh, don’t worry about it.  We all have those days.” 

“Besides, you took the time to help me out.  Thanks for that, by the way.”

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Orientation - Kitty || Emma

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likeadiamondfrost:

Emma had the file open in front of her, ready to go for when the girl finally decided to open the door. Of all the meetings she had today, her last one had zapped her of her energy. One could only argue with SHIELD agents for so long until even the coldest of hearts busted into flames. It was made only that much worse with the fact that her current appointment—Katherine Pryde—was standing there like an idiot.  Her thoughts whirled against Emma’s mind and the blonde steeled herself for a long conversation. She needed a long spa day after today.

Her gaze moved from the door to the clock and look down at the file as the knock sounded. “It’s open. And has been for the past ten minutes.” She called wanting for the girl to decide to enter or not. They had much to discuss and some that could wait. After al,l this was about her, not her use.

Of course Emma would notice that she had been standing there.  Maybe the woman never stopped listening.  It seriously hasn’t been that long, has it?, Kitty thought, opening the door and stuffing down the slight embarrassment that had popped up.  “Um, hi,” she said as she moved into the room.  

Her automatic glance around the room landed on the open file gracing Emma’s desk.  It was obviously hers - whose else would it be? - but it looked a bit wider than she expected.  She had always stayed out of trouble, so shouldn’t it be a bit thinner than that?  What kind of things did a super secret government organization gather about people anyway?  

Taking a seat in the chair opposite the other student without being asked, she pushed that out of her thoughts and tried to find a way to sit without letting any of her discomfort show.  “So the email said something about an orientation interview?”