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elias-rochester:

“I don’t think it’s for my own good.”

“And this is why you shouldn’t be allowed to make decisions for yourself.”

Originally posted by unrecognizedhero

#convo eli

elias-rochester:

“Not gonna happen.”

“Why must you be so stubborn to things that are for you own good?”

Originally posted by jamiecampbellbower-fanpage

#convo eli

nurseblaithin:

“Exactly, how rare is that? Do you know?” she asked. “I will never have children, doctor’s have told me it’s impossible with how old my body is but, if I was able to, there would be a chance they wouldn’t get a mutation?” It was a sensitive topic for her, but he liked Robius. She trusted Robius, and she really didn’t know why yet. “I’ve heard of two mutant parents having a child and their powers to combine into something else. Like, for example, a water manipulator and a fire manipulator have a child, and the child can control all of the elements.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t,” he replied, “The statistics of birth aren’t something I tend to concern myself with. Yes, there would be a chance they wouldn’t have a mutation, just as when two human parents mate there is a chance that the child will. Mine for example.” He nodded along with her words. Sometimes he wished genetics were a bit more straightforward, but where would be the fun in that. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, he turned the lights on to reveal an underground laboratory with a flat metal worktable at the center, large lights, and jars sitting on shelves along the walls. Surgical instruments lay next to the worktable on a metal stand, the whole place immaculate.

#convo blaithin

nurseblaithin:

She looked around the house as she followed him down. He had help, which was rare these days. “I don’t know anything about him. My mother didn’t tell me anything about him, only that he… took her against her will. That’s all.” The store had been a hard one for her mother to tell, but Bláithín was glad she knew. “My mother was completely human. She died when I was a teen, so she new knew of my mutation.”

“Hm,” was his only response. What else was there to say? His own parents hadn’t acted like proper adults in nearly ten years and he had gotten used to the new dynamic. “That would be another issue. With what happened at your birth, and the general population, that mutations are a recessive gene. However, there are rare occasions where two mutant parents produce a human child.” He pushed the door to the basement open and began walking down the stairs.

#convo blaith

nurseblaithin:

“Oh, thank you very much,” she replied, taking off the dark purple coat she wore. “It does make sense. My idea is that my father was a mutant, or some sort of supernatural being and that’s how I’m a mutant. It would be interesting to know if he was still alive, but who knows? We don’t really understand how mutations are chosen yet.”

He barely acknowledged the people as they left, continuing farther on into the house. Keeping his work lower was better for everyone. “Are you even certain your father had the same ability? If mutations functioned like melanin levels in skin, the resulting child should possess a combination of the parent mutations. However, that doesn’t always occur.”

#convo blaithin

nurseblaithin:

“It does make some sense,” she replied. “When I was born, people used to talk about daoine draíochta or people of magic - the word ‘mutant’ doesn’t translate into Irish. They used to tell stories of the Tuatha de Danann who were supernatural people. I always assumed I came from them, that we all came from them. It made some sense.” She looked up at the house as she followed him in, admiring its Victorian-esque style. “You have a beautiful home. Did you build it yourself?”

“I have a theory that the stories of magical beings across cultures are tied to the mutant population and that the changes in the genome occurred much earlier than most think.” As he stepped into the house, he could hear people coming and made no move to stop the flurry of hands that came to take his coat. “No, I found the mostly home like this and then made a few additions on it.” A woman walked over to Blaith and reached for her coat. “May I take that, my lady?”

#convo blaithin