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If there was one thing Billy knew, it was that Logan’s classes at the Institution were always interesting; though he never really paid full attention to them. He was always letting his mind wander somewhere else. That class, however, he hadn’t paid attention at all and now it was time for the shameful admittance. “Uh, Mr. Howlett...?” He called out as most of the other students left.
psniivy:
OPEN!
It almost seemed to be taboo for Pamela to wander anywhere other than the sanctity of her grandiose greenhouse. She looked to be out of place as she slowly gave herself a proper tour of the facility. Her mind had been stretched in every direction when she had first met with Scott, so she hadn’t allowed herself to absently stroll throughout the new city district and enjoy its industrial appearance—of course, that meant she hated it. It was cold, inanimate, not at all like the greenhouse teeming with beautiful, green life.
It wasn’t all green, of course—there were blues and yellows and pinks and reds and oranges and purples. None of that could be found within the school, so as her fingertips brushed absently against the walls, small blooms of greenery followed her touch. Buds of white and yellow sprouted from between verdant clusters; it was an instant improvement, at least, in her opinion. There might be some who would be against her meddling, but that thought didn’t stop her, instead she had to pause to admire her handiwork, even if it had been something so small as delicate, curling vines and pretty florets. Even if all these were just minuscule details, they wouldn’t be hard to miss. Pamela was hopeful these would at least bring a little brightness to the despondent situation they all had found themselves in.
Wandering through the District had become Billy’s number one activity these days. Part of him missed when he didn’t worry about NOVA or the District and the other mutants day and night; when the only the thing he worried about was getting in assignments to his online classes on time. Nowadays, the District was his life. He had long since dropped out of the local college to focus on training and the X-Men. Coming upon the scene and seeing the vines and florets sprouting from the walls, Billy gave a small smile. “You know, that looks a lot better. Erik isn’t exactly known for the beauty of his metalwork.” He said jokingly.
princesspxrklefists:
Carol had…noticed the unusual circumstances in which her tormentor had suddenly become…no longer a problem.
“Ballsy move, kid.” She laughed, raising her virgin tonic to “cheers” with his soda. She gestured for him to join her. No, she hadn’t come here for the company, but some things are just too interesting to pass up.
“You make it a habit, going around using your….talents so frivolously?” Raising her brows in question. “You’re not afraid of being noticed?”
Billy gave a soft chuckle, moving over to seat himself near her and ‘cheering’ with the woman before answering her questions. “Well, I look at it this way. If I can still use my magic... then NOVA isn’t around to tell me otherwise.” He said with a small shrug. “I keep things small-scale though. Try not to draw too much attention.” He added.
princesspxrklefists:
Being on Terran soil was still a little strange. Well, earth, as it was commonly referred to here. Even though this was her home planet, it still felt a little alien to Carol after spending so much time in space. On other planets. Hanging out with…well, aliens.
It had been a long time since she’d had a drink. She sipped the club soda in her hand slowly. This was about as close as she’d allow herself to get in regards to alcohol. Carol had kicked that habit a long time ago, after a painful journey.
“No offense….but I didn’t really come here for the company.” She spoke to the unknown person who’d just touched her arm, without glancing up.
Billy wasn’t sure what he was doing in the bar that afternoon. He’d been surprised it was one of the few to allow under-21 patrons into the establishment. He had taken a seat at the bar, sipping on soda and watching people come and go when he saw the man grab a woman’s arm at the bar who clearly wasn’t having it.
Muttering under his breath, Billy twisted the man’s drink to spill on himself and waited until he rushed off to clean up to start chuckling to himself. “What horrible coordination, right?” Billy remarked to the woman he’d been talking to.
masterofmagnetismx:
“Good. I realize that, given a choice, perhaps I would not be your ideal company.” Yet he wouldn’t have said the same. He’d always greatly preferred his grandchildren over his children, if only because they usually weren’t openly hostile. For the time being. “It’s late. Scott may not have instituted a curfew of his own, but it’s probably best that you return to the school and get some rest. It sounds like you have plenty on your mind.”
“You’re more than enough, Grandpa.” Billy said quietly before giving a small nod as Erik told him to go back to the school. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I shouldn’t push things and try to stay out later than I need to right now.” He admitted with a sigh.
masterofmagnetismx:
“Only. I would hope that is still better than nothing and no one.” Billy was young, and despite the hardships that he’d faced, true loss and loneliness didn’t number among them. Not that he would wish the experience on anyone - least of all his grandchildren. Better for them to think they suffered over small things.
“Wha--no. Having some of the family around is far better than not having anyone around. I didn’t mean it like that.” He said with a quick shake of his head. “That was the teenager in me talking. I’m glad you two are around. Really, I am.” He assured the male.
masterofmagnetismx:
“I would never presume to tell you it hasn’t been difficult.” And it wasn’t as if all of the X-Men were perfectly well adjusted and didn’t have more than their fair share of confrontations. That was a joke. “Nothing says you have to be a part of it.” He reached to put a hand on his shoulder. “I assure you, you won’t be left alone in the world.”
Billy chuckled dryly. “If I’m not a part of all this then what exactly am I part of then? What do I live for on my own as a mutant and a magi?” He asked before slowly shaking his head. “You sure about that? I only have you and Lorna. Mother is nowhere to be found; Uncle Pietro hasn’t been seen in who knows how long. Our family isn’t exactly known for being the Brady Bunch.” He said with a tiny smirk.
summersofscott:
“Good. Don’t think of this as a punishment. It’s not. I know nobody likes sitting on the bench, but sometimes it’s for the best.” He was used to having that particular conversation. There were usually two types of people - those that wanted to be in the middle of the action and those who didn’t want to go near it. Moving either to the other side was always a problem, no matter how temporary.
“Going to be hard not to; but I’ll try.” Billy remarked before letting out a sigh. “How many mutants are we up to in the District? Who are our heavy-hitters?” He asked curiously.
masterofmagnetismx:
Erik raised an eyebrow. On a personal level, a small part of him might have been compelled to defend his grandson. In a more practical sense, he wasn’t the least bit surprised at what he said and didn’t particularly disagree. “Anyone who has never led a team and been responsible for the lives of others may not understand how quickly disobedience can lead to death. Scott is a careful man. The risk likely seems to great. If you mean to be a part of that team, the only choice is to do it on their terms. Even I’ve agreed to them once or twice.”
Billy let out a heavy sigh at his grandfather’s words. “Yeah, I had a feeling you’d say that..” He admitted. “It’s not that I specifically try to be confrontational and argumentative with Scott... it just, happens. With everything going on in the past several months -- Teddy, then Tommy leaving, then the City going to Hell -- I guess I just don’t cope well.” At all. “I’m trying to do what Scott wants though, and stay around here.”
summersofscott:
“You can show me that I’m wrong by doing what I’ve asked. Stay with the Institute, prove to me that you can be a team player and fall in line when I need you to. There’s a time to argue, but it’s not every time. Even Logan would tell you that.” Billy didn’t seem to grasp the concept of ‘pick your battles’ and Scott didn’t have time to explain every detail of every choice he had to make.
Billy clearly wanted to continue arguing, but he ultimately let out a small grumble and felt his shoulders drop as he heaved a heavy sigh. “Alright. Fine... I’ll stay here.” He said defeatedly. “Do you need me for anything else?” He asked shortly, “Otherwise, you know where to find me. I’ll be here.. working on my magic or something.” He said.
masterofmagnetismx:
“Aren’t you? You certainly seem eager to do something.” Not that being eager meant anyone was ready for anything, but he was curious what had made him say so. Erik walked along a little further and stopped in front of a specific section. He glanced up, and a tiny camera pointed toward them. He could only see it because he knew it was there. “One can hope.”
Billy shook his head slowly. “I think I am. I know I am ready to do something to help and not just tiny crimes here and there in the City. I was on the Young Avengers; I’m ready to do bigger jobs...” Billy explained, “But... Scott doesn’t see things the same way I do. I’m always... ‘confrontational’ when I talk to him and apparently I haven’t given him any reason not to think I’ll take things too far and screw up if I try to help.” He explained to his grandfather, even if just to rant for a short moment. His tone was bitter, but on a more inward inflection than anything.
shemagneto:
Lorna was on her room in District X and reading something. She heard a knock on the door and put the magazine in the desk table. She opened the door with her powers. “The door is open. Come in”.
Billy wasted no time walking into the woman’s room and closing the door behind him with a wave of his own hand. “I’m bored out of my mind and don’t know what to do with myself, Aunt Lorna.” he stated.
masterofmagnetismx:
“It’s still the best answer we have. You’ve spent weeks in that school. Do you think its students are prepared for war?” They both knew the answer. “A stalling tactic buys time. Having so many of us in one place at least makes it possible that we might agree on one course of action.” Being scattered across the city and the world in general made it nearly impossible. It was a monumental task even gathered together. “But it wasn’t my decision, either way.”
“No, only some of them are. There hasn’t been enough time to get everyone ready for fighting. Hell, I’m not even ready apparently...” He grumbled, remembering his conversation with Scott and the harsh fact that he wasn’t ready to be of any help, according to the mentor. “Hopefully this buys us enough time for whatever we need to get done.”
summersofscott:
“Do you think you’ve given me a reason to think anything else?” Scott suddenly had that ‘disappointed Dad’ air about him. “Every time we cross paths, you’re confrontational, but insisting that you’re not a child and can handle things. I’m sorry, Billy, but I need more than words to believe that. Until you can manage that I think you’re place is in the school with the other students. Learning.”
Billy expression turned into more and more of a pout as Scott expressed his disappointment and distrust in him and his actions. “Yeah, but--” He tried to get a word in, but Scott continued to finish with his place being among the students. “Scott, no, you just --- you’ve always gotten the worst side of me! Just tell me what I need to do to show you I can help.” He pleaded.
masterofmagnetismx:
“Sentinels happened.” Surely Billy knew that. Wanda was not the only thing to have devastated the mutant population. Humans had managed to do it long before she’d ever uttered those three words. “Sentinels and my belief that I finally had a solution that worked. I grew complacent and sixteen million of us died for it.” Erik carried the weight of all those deaths squarely on his shoulders whether he should have or not. He’d created Genosha, he’d promised a better life to mutants who came there, and for a brief glimmer of time he’d been able to make it happen. Then it was gone. The only thing left of it was a wasteland.
“Oh. The Sentinels...” Billy mumbled the word. He had heard about the devastation caused by the anti-mutant machines, but he had never really put two and two together when it came to Genosha. “So...” Billy’s brow furrowed as he mulled through his thoughts. “If isolation from the outside world and the creation of a safe haven for mutants wasn’t the answer before... why did we attempt it again?” He questioned.
summersofscott:
One thing that Scott was not willing to deal with was someone with Billy’s power set being manic about anything. He wasn’t going to bring up Wanda, but he certainly wasn’t the only one who kept that in the back of his mind. “Your age and experience aren’t really my concern. You’re too much of a wild card, Billy. You might have all the training but I don’t see any of the discipline. Not when you’re still coming at me like you just did.”
“I-- But---” Billy searched for some sort of argument to toss back Scott’s way, but the mutant had a point; and a solid one. How can you expect me to be calm throughout all of this? Billy wanted to argue, but that directly contradicted his argument that he was old enough and experienced enough to handle this sort of thing. “You... say that like you can’t trust me to go out and follow orders. Or that you can’t trust I won’t take things too far.” Billy finally remarked.
masterofmagnetismx:
“It’s forgiven,” he answered easily. “Move away from this and follow me,” he gestured at the remnants of the tree and turned to walk in the other direction. He was silent for a long few moments. “Scott means for this place to act like a sort of bubble. I had the same dream for Genosha, once. I know how it ends.”
Giving one last look at the failed excuse for a tree, Billy turned away and followed his grandfather across the lawn. Erik was quiet for what felt like forever before he finally spoke up, and about Genosha. “I only know a little about the place -- Tommy and I had combed through the area when we were originally looking for our mother.” Billy explained. “If this is doomed to fail, then what can we do to change that?” Billy asked with a small frown. “What happened with Genosha to make it a failure?”