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technocable:
“So are we all just totally fine with the fact that my mother spontaneously combusted? Everyone seems way too calm with everything that’s just happened.”
“Sorry to hear about your mom.” Laura pauses. Logan had been there, but an explosion wasn’t enough to kill a Wolverine. “If it’s any consolation, Logan and I are looking into it. Something’s off. Omega mutants don’t randomly explode from the inside out. Usually.”
oldmancable:
“What, you groupin’ the old guys in together now?” Maybe there were some similarities between them. Nate was willing to admit that. “When you’ve been around for a while like we have, I guess you learn the same lessons. But you’re young. You shouldn’t have to worry about that yet.”
“The grizzled old guys with daughters.” Laura corrects him. “I’ve never been allowed to be young.” She was a weapon, a killing machine. Not a girl. It had taken a long time to recover from that kind of conditioning.
angelthird:
“i guess for myself, everything — i dunno,” he shrugs, letting out a bitter chuckle, “apparently i’ve got a bit of a reputation. that’s news to me.”
“If you haven’t done anything wrong, you shouldn’t.” Laura shakes her head. “Warren and I were two adults in a consensual relationship that ended on fine terms. That’s all.”
But what she does isn’t very nice
honeybadgeringallthetime:
It was a beautiful day on Krakoa, the living island parked in the pacific ocean far away from any other land mass to protect its inhabitants from the constant risk that had come with living in other civilizations. Although, despite being the perfect oasis for Mutants to gather and live in prospected harmony and peace, there was always something detracting from that ideal. Whether it was the questioning of how to divide space when so many had grudges with another from the worse choices that always had to be made by someone, the amount of space dedicated to housing when clearing more meant harming the very mutant that gave them the protection they needed, and a few… Important to some dilemmas that were always going down. That’s why Gabby called a meeting withone of her siblings, a sister to be precise! Her sister named Laura. But, the version of her sister named Laura that wasn’t scarred from being assumed dead and left… Alone… Being tortured- You know, that was a very emotional situation that Gabby was in the middle of that she hadn’t really let herself have the time to think about? Cause, like, what could she even say? She’s sorry? That she didn’t know that she might’ve been alive and that her “resurrection” was just another cloning process?
“Laura!” Gabby called in a cheer from the small picnic blanket she set up next to one of the many beautiful spots, and luckily free despite the day being so warm, on the beach! So warm, in fact, that you could call it humid. And, if it wasn’t for the fact that the air clung to everyone’s skin like a sticky hug that you would rather die than be apart of easily relayed that information to almost every inhabitant of this great nation; the fact Gabby’s curly hair was in a massive, frizzed mess that was easy to spot out from the treeline a few hundred feet away! “Get over here already, we’ve got to start the girltalk before Jonathan gets back with the watermelon!”
It’s about making time. That’s what Laura has to remind herself of occasionally: making time for people she cares about. Laura’s sometimes standoffish nature isn’t indicative about how she feels about the people she loves. Her resurrection after the Vault was something she tried to brush past; it was easier to ignore the fact that she had lived hundreds of years and possessed none of the memories. As a result, she had thrown herself into the X-Men. She had stayed in the Treehouse in Manhattan and devoted herself to saving people — something that she was really good at. It had meant less time was spent with Gabby. Yes, Laura had felt guilty about it. That hadn’t stopped her from pulling away in order to bury her own problems.
Then, Gabby died.
Gabby died and Laura didn’t even know about it until after she was resurrected. With the law against clone resurrections, Laura had danced precariously close to losing her sister for good. After that, she had been better. Her time with the X-Men had ended and she had moved back into the Kinney Residence in the Akidemos Habitat on Krakoa. The two were in a good place, so when Gabby offered a picnic Laura had agreed even though she had never been the picnic type.
Dark boots trudge up the hill as Laura makes her way to the blanket. She’s come right from a meeting with Jubilee and Dazzler, and the hooded mask of her suit has been shoved back so her face is fully revealed. It would have been better with the weather to change first, but she hadn’t wanted to be late. At this point, it feels like she lives in uniform.
“Why does Jonathan have watermelon?” She asks, a slight smile pulling her lips upwards. It doesn’t really matter anyway. Laura angles her body to sit down, careful to keep her shoes off the blanket. There’s gotta be vampire blood or something on the bottom of them. “Girl talk. Really? We talk. We talk about Jonathan all the time. You got something secret to say?”
spectormcrc:
Don’t summon the suit. Don’t summon the suit. Don’t— The sudden knives that just slid out of the woman’s knuckles were enough to make even Jake flinch as he blinked and turned back towards the agents, who already had Bullseye in the back of a van and drove off before he could do much else. A few seconds of silence passed after the van was gone before Jake finally spoke again. “But why would S.H.I.E.L.D. give a shit about that guy?”
Laura watches the S.H.I.E.L.D. van vanish into the night with narrowed eyes. “Your guess is as good as mine.” That’s probably not true as the man doesn’t seem to be a hero, but looks can be deceiving. She turns to face him. “I’d recommend just going home.”
angelthird:
another ex? he and his older self seriously needed to have a talk. “—-i’m sorry” he paused, wholly unsure of what else to say.
Laura deadpans. “Why are you apologizing?”
babyphoeniix:
“Can we talk about it, though?” Rachel pried, thankful for the subject change. She could sense the dissatisfaction coming off of Laura’s thoughts in waves, so she toed the line very carefully. “I haven’t met her yet, no. But what the hell even happened? I haven’t been caught up much.”
“Are you going to force me to?” Other Laura isn’t exactly concealing her presence. She’s out with Synch living her own life now. It’s meant Laura’s had to answer a lot of questions like the ones that Rachel are posing right now. “Did you hear about the Vault? Time works differently. Laura was sent in with Synch and Darwin. Everyone thought she died there, but she didn’t. She spent thousands of years trapped before she was freed by Forge. Now, she’s living with Synch — who she fell in love with while in the Vault — and going by Talon. That enough detail for you?” It’s still an incredibly abbreviated version. She should have just told Rachel to go fuck herself, but that wouldn’t have made her fee any better.
oldmancable:
“You want my two cents? It’s just a different kind of mess everywhere I go. That’s all I’ve got to say.”
"You sound just like Logan. You two go to the same philosophy school?”
babyphoeniix:
Rachel closed her eyes for a few seconds and sighed, the weighing feeling of impending war getting her down the more they talked about this. After what S.H.I.E.L.D. had done with taking Krakoan citizens, it was almost guaranteed that it would happen. And from what Kate and her father relayed to her from the Quiet Council meeting, this was bad. “I guess them finding out about the resurrection queue is the least of our problems now, huh?”
“I guess.” Laura echoes. She was in Pleasant Hill. Not a resident, but as a supposed savior. She’s seen what it’s like, and knows how the mutants have responded. It’s not going to be pretty. “I’ve been distracted lately.” The words are grunted. “Other Laura. You see her? Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t care.” And she doesn’t. Not really.
babyfoureyes:
“Kinney? You seem…like you’re doing well.”
“...Should I not be?” There’s the issue of another Laura walking around, but Laura is refusing to let it get into her head. She won’t go spiraling.
destroyrofworlds:
“Hill’s been taken care of.” When Daisy realized how final that sounded, she raised her eyebrows and quickly backtracked. “She’s not dead, though. Just on a mandatory medical leave.”
Propped up against the back wall, Laura examines a claw. “I think it sounds half assed, but no one asked me.” She shrugs as the claw vanishes from sight with a snikt. “All the mutants have officially been vacated to Krakoa now.”
"Yeah, I bet I look real good for my age."
synchophant:
“Yeah, I bet I look real good for my age.”
“I think things are going to be weird between us.” For as long as he was hooking up with a version of her, Laura didn’t super want to be around Synch. “I already told Laura I don’t want anything to do with her. That doesn’t have to extend to you if we can keep things separate.”
angelthird:
“oh yeah –– ?” warren raised an eyebrow, unsure of what to gauge from the girl, “let me guess, he’s also sick of being stared at?”
“Dunno. We haven’t talked in a while. He didn’t when we were together, though.”
babyfoureyes:
“I actually…don’t have an answer for that. That’s more of a bigwig, upper echelon of mutant society type of question.”
“Right.” Of course he doesn’t. He’s twenty and clueless, stuck in another reality. “I’m Laura, by the way.”
spectormcrc:
Marc slowly took the woman’s hand that was outstretched in front of him and used it to lift himself up, limping slightly at the throb of pain that shot through his leg as he put weight on his ankle. It was clear by the far off look in his eyes that he was rattled, but he tried to suppress it as he swallowed and took a deep breath, finally bracing himself to just stand on his ankle alone without her support. He wasn’t gonna make her stay here to help him. Not after the way he’d just crashed into her and then made a fool of himself. “No, it’s.. I’ll be fine. I’m just gonna call my wife, see if she can come get me.” Layla had imported her vespa over to the States, so he was hoping she’d be free to come get him, as embarrassing as calling her was gonna be. “Thank you.”
There really doesn’t seem like there’s anything else to say. Laura’s helped the man and checked in on him. She’s not going to coddle some stranger unnecessarily. “No problem.” She puts her hands in her pockets, already taking as step away. “Get home safely.”
