C H A M B E R

Jono Starsmore (Prime)

[magnetbby]

"It worked on you, didn't it?" Lorna shot him a pointed look. She had been workshopping various things all morning, but public speaking didn't come naturally to her. She was more of a act now, think later kind of person. Reactive. Combative. It hadn't always worked for her, but she was surviving. "Okay, John Mayer. Let's hear you do it better. Gimme your version of the spiel."

[psionicsandpunkrock]

"I'm here, aren't I?" He projected back, slight amusement in his eyes. "I know that John Mayer thing was supposed to be a jab, but he's one of the best. Even if his music is shite, he's good. No Jeff Beck though." He projected before putting his guitar on it's stand. "Really gonna make me do this?" He asked rhetorically as he stood up onto the table, empty cans getting knocked over in the process. "Oi! Listen up all you fuckers and fuckettes. It's time to stop letting those slack jawed, limp dick, homosapien bigots run your lives. Decide if you deserve to exist and face no consequence for actin' on it. Join the brotherhood! Join the revolution!" He projected with the most enthusiasm she'd heard from him in a while, before his posture slouched again. "Or some shite like that." He shrugged as he hopped off the table and plopped back down into the chair.

[mrvlgirl]

Jean didn't want to stereotype the Brotherhood members. She didn't want to assume they were all the same, but she always found herself slightly on edge around them. As a rule of thumb, they were angry. Rightfully so, maybe, but Jean didn't believe in the extremist methods they did. "Sorry, sorry." She held her hands up as she took a step back. "We're off to a bad start, huh?"

[psionicsandpunkrock]

"Y'think?" He projected with very little bite in his tone. Her gentleness caught him off guard. This wasn't what he expected to feel from an x-man. "There's a lot done that won't be undone so easy."

[attilansprincess]

In normal circumstances, Crystalia had control over fire. It was part of her elemental schtick. As the flames erupted from the man's face (??) however, she found they didn't react all when she tightened her fist. Knowing she had to be smart instead of reactive, the princess stepped back and eyed him warily. "You don't need to be rude."

[psionicsandpunkrock]

"And you don't need to be up in my shit, but here we both are, love." He projected as his flames churned in his chest cavity. He was getting anxious. Too many people and too much noise. He took a moment to try and calm himself but his breathing exercises haven't worked since his x-gene activated.

[freedwidow]

"Oh, you sound like you'd be really fun at a party." Even though she agreed with everything he was saying, Yelena couldn't help but be snarky. "Look, I can be used to it and still not like it. I'm having a pity party. I get one a year."

[psionicsandpunkrock]

"A pity party, eh? Well far be it from me to interfere." He was a bit of an expert of pity parties. "What makes today any different from yesterday?" He asked in regards to the pity party.

[psionicsandpunkrock]

Is the Brotherhood a long term thing?

"If they'll keep me I think so. I don't have anyone outside of here. I haven't seen my family in ages and I blew up my girlfriend when this feckin' mutation showed up. I need help to keep from blowin' up and I need to be part of somethin'. I can't be alone again. I can't go back to those crutches again..."

[psionicsandpunkrock]

Do you ever worry you'll go too far with the Brotherhood?

"Gun to my head? I'm bleedin' terrified, mate. I never wanted to live a life like this. Never wanted to hide and be feared but it's what I got to do to survive, innit? This world isn't safe for me and I'm not safe for it. I gotta do what I gotta do to survive and get stronger so I can make a difference. Why don't you go to the X-Men? Because I need this world to change. Nothing ever gets done by playing nice."

[jchnnytorch]

"Oh come on, dude. You don't have to be so humble. I get it, it's a lot to be face to face with a celebrity like this.."

[psionicsandpunkrock]

"Wouldn't know what that's like." He said both as a jab at Johnny and some of his facial insecurities rising to the surface.

[lasereyedloser]

Scott held his hands up, a bit defensively as he took a step back from the other mutant. "I see you and the rest of the Brotherhood have just about the same manners. Must be a membership requirement or something."

[psionicsandpunkrock]

"Maybe we just don't feel the need to be a whiney lot of brown nosers tot he oppressive regime?" Not really his words, but he agreed with the sentiment.

[destroyrofworlds]

Daisy didn't know how to respond to the boy's words at first, and then she really didn't know what to say as he accused her of being close enough to snap her neck. It was an abrasive and quite frankly rude way to interact with someone, but she had a feeling this guy had a lot of baggage. Most people who had powers like his probably would.

"Maybe I was just gonna ask about your guitar. You play?" She kept her tone light and cautious as she raised an eyebrow at him.

[psionicsandpunkrock]

"Nah. I just keep it so strangers will talk to me." He replied, his projection quick with sarcasm. "Yeh, I play." It was the only real sense of normalcy he felt since he exploded a few years ago, taking his girlfriend with his chest cavity. "D'you?"

[destroyrofworlds]

"So... are you from here?" And by here, she meant Earth-Prime, or whatever Reed had called it back at the meeting.

[psionicsandpunkrock]

"Unfortunately." He projected, slight annoyance in his 'voice'.

[amaqvelins]

"If you were expecting a rant, I don't have it in me today. Most of the people in this reality haven't even heard of the Inhumans. Wait — have you?"

[psionicsandpunkrock]

"Ye."

[ripleyryans]

"Hey, don't look at me. I may have a reality stone in my chest, but I had nothing to do with this. Do you think I wanted to be displaced and trapped in some bizarro New York?"

[psionicsandpunkrock]

"Christ lady, I don't fucking know what you wanted and I don't really care about whatever you got going on with his chest. See a doctor about that or something, I don't know." He made an active effort not to glance at her chest after saying that. "I only looked at you because you walked in front of me. What am I supposed to do? Keep my eyes shut?" His projected tone was calm, but annoyed.

[tiigras]

"No, I'm not a furry. Yes, I happen to have fur, but I'm not — hey. Eyes on my face, not the tail."

[psionicsandpunkrock]

"Sorry." Jono replied looking at her forehead rather than her eyes. He'd never been great with eye contact. Usually when he made eye contact with someone they were either about to fight or be intimate, and he didn't think he wanted to do either with a tiger lady. "How the hell did our conversation go this way?"

[freedwidow]

"You come all the way to a new reality just to find what — that the only thing you'd want to change is the same?" Natasha was still gone. Missing, not dead. It didn't matter. She was still out of reach. "I don't know. That doesn't seem fair, does it?"

[psionicsandpunkrock]

"Sucks, innit?" Jono replied as he adjusted in his seat. His Doc Martins clacked against the floor as he failed to find a comfortable position. "Life's not fair. We bleed and suffer for everything we love or dream of and it'll still spit in our bleedin' faces and kick us when we're down. Surprised you 'aven't gotten used to it yet, love."

[magnetbby]

"Oh, please. The X-men are a bunch of boy scouts. We're not all hopeless like that."

[psionicsandpunkrock]

"Yeah, I know. You've been telling me this since London." Jono projected with a telepathic scoff for extra detail. His ear quirked up in his attempt at a smirk. He continued to passively strum on the strings of his guitar as he slouched in his seat. No song in particular came out, just the sound of his boredom and idle hands. "So that what you're planning on telling the mutants that just got 'ere? Let 'em know how things go 'ere?"

[fcrtunas]

"I'm not feeling particularly lucky right now, and that's saying something since we just left a reality where we were quite literally in the middle of going extinct."

[psionicsandpunkrock]

"Still on the brink 'ere, love." Jono projected unenthused. "Do our kind really 'ave to suffer on every world? It's bullshite."

[destroyrofworlds]

Daisy eyed the man in front of her cautiously, noticing the flames that started to peek out of the wrappings around his face as she held her hands up and stepped back. "Didn't think I was getting that close."

[psionicsandpunkrock]

As her eyes caught his flames he reflexively pulled his leather collar up a bit and turned his head to the side to adjust his wrappings. He was supposed to embrace his mutation. Lorna and the rest of the Brotherhood encouraged that, but he was still ashamed of it. The way it deformed him. The way it uprooted his entire life. How he always feels numb and cold like some sort of walking corpse. It was hard to embrace it the way so many of his compatriots had.

"It's not about what you think but what's true, innit?" He projected as he looked back to her. He shifted his guitar bag over to his other shoulder. "Got much closer you could you coulda' snapped 'er neck. Be more careful." He continued, his projected tone beginning to soften, feeling a bit guilty for how he started their interaction.