Legion

David Haller: Screwed up in all kinds of exciting ways. ((Closed SHIELD University Blog))

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If questioned on the subject of love, David will either claim he’s unfamiliar, or stumble into a self-deprecating joke. He’s actually been in love before, and had the feeling reciprocated. But that’s one of the many bits of his life he doesn’t quite remember. 

He tends to laugh Valentine’s Day off, while harboring a secret resentment for it. There are repressed memories somewhere in the dusty corners of his mind. They have to do with this holiday. But he’s nowhere close to remembering them. 

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likeadiamondfrost:

Emma attempted to control the amused smile on her face, but somehow even it managed to slip on her face. “It’s fine. And yeah, unfortunately. Not quite sure how this all happened but there you have it.”

Emma hum and gave a nod, “Just little. But honestly the whole school needs on. Just not me because i don’t care.”  She gave a nod, “Well if you ever find yourself just bored you’re more than welcome to find office I keep a bottle of brandy in the draw and sometimes I share it. You’re welcome of course. Where you lost? or are you in this class?” her head titled toward the door she was previously holding.

David immediately raised an eyebrow at her expression and statement, but not with a hint of judgement. He actually seemed suddenly to be wholeheartedly amused. “Unfortunate?” 

As she professed further on her less-than-enthusiastic attitude towards her profession, he laughed. It was a thing that seemed more than a little too loud. If it didn’t hint at an unhinged nature, it at least hinted at a lack of volume control. “Unfortunately I’m never really bored, but I might take you up on the booze.” He winced briefly. “Lost. Heh...I was. Just for a second. But yeah...I’m uh...pretty sure I’m in this class. About as sure as anything. Low bar but uh...” He trailed off, shrugging. 

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Arrival || Open Starter

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stackemupknockemdown:

The boy was staring and Neena was getting more and more irate with every passing second that he was doing so. She at least thought that someone would come out to meet her at the doors, someone of authority to help her with the measly one bag that she’d brought with her. The police had stripped her of most of her weaponry but that didn’t matter. She was still stood outside the door of the University with a duffel bag and someone staring at her.

“I guess I’ll make my own way in.” She said out loud, mainly for her own benefit, as she hauled her bag over her shoulder and made her way to the front door where the boy was still stood staring. As she passed him she shot him a glare. “Boo.” She shot at the boy, lunging her face forwards towards him. “Gotcha.” She added with a wink and a sly giggle.

“Wanna help me with my bag handsome?” She asked, “It’s ever so heavy.”

Luckily, the voices David’s mutation granted him seemed to quiet just enough for him to finally realize how badly he was staring. His face erupted in red and he looked down, cussing under his breath. He couldn’t help but look back up again after a moment though, but this time with at least an iota of subtlety. Being new to the school himself he honestly had no context, but he was seriously surprised that no one was there to greet her. Or...restrain? Obtain her? He didn’t know how this school worked and...Jesus, there were cops involved.

The “boo” made him flinch. It startled him to an almost comic degree. He gave a twitchy, awkward smile as she continued. “Er...yeah? Yeah. Sure.” He grabbed the bag from her quickly. “Sorry for staring like an asshole, by the way.”

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Wanda: Who? What woman? Do you need me to dispatch her?

David: DISPATCH?!

David: Jesus. Wait. No. Wait. Uh...it was a joke??? Please don't "dispatch" anyone??? At least not for my sake.

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drdoomreturns:

Victor was never really great at reading people, so he leaned in closer as the man continued his story. Why would he freak out? This was… special. It was powerful, different, and miraculous. And kept all of them, all the powers that he encountered. Victor extended a hand, reaching out for the stranger’s. He brushed his fingertips with David’s. “I understand. This is something special you have, but I can’t begin to imagine how hard it must be, to keep all these psyches and powers in check. I’d imagine it’s overwhelming, to arrive here with so many powerful people running around.” 

This man had some stellar composure. Or maybe the bar was low when it came to the way people reacted to him. This combo of understated and understanding in the professor’s reaction shook David and soothed him all at once. The touch, especially, was unfamiliar. Until recently, touch had come to him in the form of restraint. It had come to him with hands masked in latex. Careful and carefully sterilized. He just barely stopped himself from flinching. 

“You uh...understand?” His mouth made another laugh. This time it was just slightly tinged in something like hysteria. He stopped the laugh short though, and shook his head. “Sorry but...do you? I mean...” He gave another long sigh. “Fuck. I don’t think it’s special at all. It’s not like it’s useful. I pretty much...well I basically have to let them take over completely if I want to use any of their fucking powers.”

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mutanthope:

“No, no you didn’t but it’s fine. What can I do for you, Mr–?”

“Haller! David Haller. You’re Xavier, right?”

“I was just wondering if you could help me out with a...minor mutation problem”

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drdoomreturns:

Victor was genuinely curious at the stranger. It reminded him of the predicaments of the Winter Soldier, though he was forcefully declined by the man’s paramour to experiment on Bucky. He tilted his head, waiting patiently for the words to come out. 

“Your mutation is tied to your mental illness?” He never heard of a case like this. With a quick turn of wrists, he turned on the hidden cameras and recording devices in his classroom. You never know, he was a careful and observant man. “It’s not weird, but it’s… a special case. Your powers are… fire?” 

David shivered under Victor’s watch. He felt...dissected. It wasn’t a feeling he was opposed to necessarily. Not bad. Just weird. He gave a long sigh as he gathered the energy to explain the whole shit-show. “Not exactly. I don’t think I’d be neurotypical even if I wasn’t a mutant. The mutation just makes it worse. It took a while for me to realize that. Or...realize it was a mutation at all, and not just an illness. Probably ‘cause...” 

Nope. Whole sob story ain’t on the menu today. “Yeah. Fire’s...one of ‘em.” He sighed again. “Okay. So I’m just gonna get the explaining bit over with, and if you freak out I’ll understand. But uh...please don’t?” He shifted uncomfortably. “I...absorb people? Their psyches. Their powers. So there’s a few rattling around in my skull. A few uh...hundred...” He was mumbling now. “I’ve actually lost count...” 

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Wanda: -______________- you are like a little lost dog.

David: Ouch. Well...it's not the worst thing a woman's said to me.

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Arrival || Open Starter

What amused Neena as she sat in the back of the police car was that she could’ve easily manipulated the situation into having her escape, but she promised herself a long time ago that she would never use her training and abilities to take an innocent life - not unless the price was right anyway - and she knew that if she tried to escape the two officers that were escorting her to this SHIELD U that either they would end up dead, civilians would end up dead or a mix of both would happen.

She sat quietly and patiently, brushing off the smalltalk that the Police were trying to make with her, they’d obviously not read her record otherwise they wouldn’t have agreed to take someone so viciously dangerous somewhere that they didn’t want to go. Either that or they were so lowly ranked that they’d pulled the short straw. Both were armed with GLOCK G43, 9MM Pistols. Easy to handle if you knew how, also easy to dismantle. 

“No” Neena said to herself, determined not to try anything to escape, this would be good for her and although part of her wanted to run, she would fight that urge to see what this place would offer her. 

The drive came to a close on the campus and she was removed from the car, her cuffs unshackled and her small amount of luggage removed from the vehicle. The officers made a hasty exit and left Neena stood on her own, but the police car and the strange exchange hadn’t gone noticed, Neena had caught the attention of the current occupants of SHIELD U. 

She glared them down as they approached, wondering what their first words would be.

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David’s mutation had just caused him to stumble out of class like a drunkard in a hurry. He’d given a mumbled, nearly incomprehensible excuse to the professor as one of his many personalities pushed him from the room. It carried him stumbling through the hall, and out the front door. It even made sure to make him sneer at any staring peers, much to his chagrin. 

It was Hugh Davidson this time. Asshole. One of his least favorites, if he was picking. Which he usually was. Pretentious douche. The prehensile tongue that sometimes manifested definitely didn’t help, but at least it didn’t show up this time. David was sure he was staggering across campus in a way that was bad enough without a preternaturally lulling tongue. 

What had the always uninvited personality all-star dragged him out for anyway? Just a goddamn smoke break. Apparently even disembodied personalities shoved into the already crowded brain of another mutant need to feed their addictions. 

Slouched against a campus building, he was hiding from the rain under some semblance of awning, half present and wholly detesting the nicotine habit. He was grateful when the light and sound of the squad cars made Hugh retreat to the back of his mind. He watched, sort of enraptured at the surreal nature of it. Police just dumping a person right onto campus? Maybe it was because he was still out of it, but he couldn’t seem to stop staring at the scene. 

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likeadiamondfrost:

At least he’d relaxed somewhat. She could appreciate it enough to not be so high strung herself. Then again being high strung was her natural state as of late. Still, watchful eyes centered in on him, it was a habit now. Learning the signs in case, one needed to step in. Though she didn’t feel the need to yet.

“Emma or Ms. Frost, please. Lady makes me feel like I’m my mother.” She laughed softly, “But those aren’t the worst, sadly. You’ll find out soon enough. “ She had no doubt he’d learn quickly SHIELD wasn’t as mutant friendly as it proclaimed. “Telepathic junk? Yeah no. While yes I maybe a telepath, I’m also a therapist.” She wasn’t going to clarify what exactly her degree was in but that was neither here nor there. “And I happen to love my job sooomuch that they make me talk to everyone who’s not a mutant too. But offer stands.”

David gave a shaky, awkward laugh. He was still not as unnerved as when she first approached him, but was scared he’d insulted her. “Shi-...er...yeah. Sorry. Miss Frost it is then. Right...school counselor...?” 

At the tail end of her statement David laughed again, this time wry. “Given my spectacular display just now in the fine art of disassociating...I’m sure it looks like I need a therapist.” He gave a soft and crooked smile. “And I do. But I have one already. Though I’m sure she’s nowhere near as talented as you. Thanks though.”

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Wanda: 🖤🖤🖤 what dorm are you in? I'm hungry

David: Wait...does everyone get a dorm?

David: Shit. They do...don't they?

David: So...I'm not saying I didn't know that and have been sleeping in my car but...uh...yeah...ANYWAY! You're hungry?! Let's go eat!

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Talking??? To Other People???

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do-no-freaking-harm:

Jeremy smiled, glad that he was alright. And his suspicion was confirmed as the other was indeed new to SHIELD. When the new guy told him the place he needed to be he had to think for a second before he said, “Oh, that’s right next to the class where I’m supposed to be. I can show you if you want me to?”

“Oh excuse me for my manners, my name is Jeremy Fitzgerald. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He smiled as he stretched out his arm for a handshake.

“Fuck yeah! Errr...I mean. Cool. That’d be cool.” David was honestly beyond grateful that this stranger knew where the classroom actually was. As successful as he was in managing to conjure up the room number, his mutation had definitely not allowed him to be lucid enough to actually remember the directions to the damn place. 

He gave an abrupt, good-natured laugh at the guy’s politeness. It’d been a while since he’d come across someone so earnest, especially in the face of how unnerving first meeting him could be. He couldn’t help but grin. “Well. Can’t excuse your manners seeing as I pretty much have none. But it’s nice to meet you Jeremy! I’m David! Did I say that already? Memory’s sort of shit but...yeah! Nice to meet ya!” 

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drdoomreturns:

Victor sat down, far away from the boy. “No. I am prone to accidents myself.” He smiled softly, rolling up his sleeves and showing the boy the electrical burn scars that mar his skin. “Where do you go?” 

David hadn’t been bracing himself for repercussion as much as he’d been slumped there, ready for it to wash over him. Then he heard...kind words? Pity? Well, it wasn’t anger and that was a shock. Then the show of scars and almost all the remaining voices hushed. It was a relief, but his soul felt threadbare as it usually did whenever he slipped away. Away to where?  Good question. 

He gave a humorless laugh. “That’s usually the first question. Uh...well...” He was quiet for a moment, brow going through the motions of furrow, relax, furrow, relax several times before he opened his mouth again. “Usually I just confess to a cocktail of varying disorders. But uh...I didn’t come to this school to keep playing that game. I mean. I am mentally ill...but I got that part mostly under control. Where I went. Um...has to do with my mutation and it’s...not complicated. Weird?

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sightlessruth:

Her expression remained pleasant, seemingly oblivious to his motion. She wasn’t going to draw attention to it like that.

“They’d wait for you too,” she said firmly.

There were some who would disagree with her, but she always felt that the finer points of exact schedules were not more important than one’s health. Better that he take a deep breath and reach one’s destination at a safe pace. Unless, of course, that destination was an emergency room. Separate issue, but someone would always say so otherwise.

“Forward. I don’t have the rest, but I know I was s'posed to be here to tell you that what you’re looking for is forward. I hope that helps somehow.”

“Huh. You think so? Sure as shit more optimistic than I am. You’re kinda somethin’ aren’t ya?” 

The air around them was still swarming with David’s usual kinetic energy. It was all twitching digits, fluttering gestures, and words quick to stumble. Regardless, there was a single pinpoint somewhere in the stores of his hurricane brain that refused to surrender it’s calm as long as this strange girl was near. Not strange girl. Stranger girl. A stranger. Who’s a girl. Not a girl. A woman. Don’t be such a fucking misogynist David. You have like at least fifty women in your head. You should know better. 

“Right. Forward! Can’t believe I’m sayin’ this but I totally remember where my class is. Like. Clearly. Like...room number and everything. Weird!” He gave a goofy, dramatic step forward as if he was about to conquest the hall towards his class. “Um...

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Wanda: Should I not want to see you regularly Daviiid?

David: Forget I said anything. ಠ⌣ಠ

David: I wanna see you regularly too.