Douglass, an Intellectual

I don't care about my birth certificate, it's Douglass, two S's. Language is flexible enough. ماذا تفعل؟ Come va? A faafefea oe? ¿Qué tal? And don't call me Cypher unless you've been to a cypher. Then, let's talk because that's amazing.

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Jean had been away from the school for a little while, having stayed at her parents house during the recent holidays. And while she was happy to be back where she was the most cmfortable, the amount of people that thought so loudly around her was getting a bit annoying.

“Will you please, stop singing in your head so loudly? I can hear it even when I’m blocking myself from hearing other people’s thoughts.”

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Douglass didn’t even bother to look up at the woman who was complaining. He’d seen her when she walked into the library and made it a point to sit far away from her. He didn’t like her, merely through his association with Quentin, and so when she approached him complaining, his annoyance dripped off his words. “Beastie Boys aren’t singing, it’s rapping, and if you don’t like it maybe you should try a little harder to control your powers.” He flipped the page in his book. “Or step your culture game up.”

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pxlarisdane:

Lorna scoffed a laugh. “Fair enough, I couldn’t live in here. I’d kill someone.” As she glanced at the back of he computer, she pulled the panel off to better see what they were dealing with. “Sure, if you beak it down for me. I don’t speak computer like some nerds in this room.” The jest was made all in fun, although her dry wit may not relay that so well in the tone. 

“Nerds make the world go round and forward. But don’t worry, there will probably still be room for menial laborers in the future...probably.” As Lorna opened up the panel, there was a shift in his thinking. From Douglass to Cypher. Douglass spoke every language known to man (and probably alien, but that was just a theory). Cypher spoke everything, including as Lorna had said, computer. “Look at the first panel on the right, cross the third copper strand to the dot fourth from the right and seven down.” His voice was a little lower than usual and on the keyboard he was typing away. After he spoke, Cypher was still silently mouthing the code he was typing.

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whrlwind:

<< i was! >>     her signed response comes rather quickly, and there’s no denying she means it defensively. her mood definitely can’t be spoiled by something so minor though, and in the time it takes for her to actually tug on her last boot and stand straight that defensiveness has been replaced by mock seriousness.

<< but watching your step doesn’t help much when you trip over air. >>

Douglass rolled his eyes. Of his many character flaws, being a clutz wasn’t one of them and he had no sympathy for those who were. “What’s so cool you’re tripping on air to go see?” As much as Doug didn’t like hanging out with people, he liked to be in the know.

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Room to Tomb//Dom and Doug

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petrosing:

“Makes sense, I have this vague feeling of being quite content not hearing your annoying nuisanceness nagging me.. I dunno. Maybe I’ll ask you for help tomorrow. I still haven’t got the stink of the day off me.” He sighed, but then shot up. “Fuck. You’re not…. you’re not athletic are you? Play me for it.” He scooched to the edge of the bed and stood up, poking his face between the rods of the side of the top bunk. “You win, I shut up. I win, you tutor me… two classes or something. That seems fair.” He didn’t mean for it to happen, but he smiled at his roommate. “Basketball.”

Douglass’ eyes narrowed more and more as Dominic continued to speak.”Hell no. First of all, unlike you, who can’t go through a day without stinking yourself up apparently, I am still clean and pristine so I don’t feel like messing that up right now. Secondly, why the hell would I play you for it if you just acknowledged I’m not athletic...and who are you to say I’m not?” That point pissed Douglass off a bit. Of all the members of his family, he was the least athletic, which didn’t help his naturally prideful personality.

He kept speaking, not allowing Dominic any opportunity for rebuttal. “Third, playing basketball is literally all you do everyday, so why would I consent to this stupid game?” Now, Douglass paused. He thought to himself about the terms or the game and what it would mean if he won, besides just the obvious pride boost. “...If I win, I don’t even want to know if you’re in the room. It better be like I’m in a single dorm, got it?”

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Room to Tomb//Dom and Doug

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petrosing:

“Dunno,” he said, kicking off his shoes with little plops on the carpet. “I need to raise my grades. Didn’t realize how distracted I’ve been lately… Have I been sleeping more than usual?” he asked.

“Of course, you didn’t realize how distracted you were...you were distracted.” Douglass laid back in bed, done hanging upside down. “I don’t know how much you sleep, dude. But on the rare occasion, we’re both in here, yes, you’re conked out.”

Douglass could tell that this conversation was eventually going to work towards Dominic asking Doug for help, but it was taking way too long for Doug’s liking. Geez, these kid was doing way too much. “Wow, you’re really terrible at asking for help. Because if you think I’m just going to offer it, then you really are exhausted.” 

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the sight of fresh snow outside brings an immediate grin to her face. another moment is taken just to look at it, then she’s tugging on warmer clothes. however, in her excitement she makes the mistake of trying to pull on her coat and boots while hurrying down the hall. it’s a mistake that causes her to quite literally topple into someone. as she picks herself up, she lets out a somewhat loud,     “ sorry! ”

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Douglass wasn’t at all watching where he was going, making him almost equally liable for the fall. Still, he wasn’t the kind to pass up an opportunity to be cast blame on something so minor. “Hey, watch your step next time, Braxton,” he signed after he tucked his book under his arm. He knew Cassie through ASL Club, she was one of the few people on campus that he actually got to utilizing his signing skills with.

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leechitallaway:

Jimmy rolled his eyes at Doug, knowing that it was more than big enough for the other boy. “Come, come! You fine.” As he shook the boys hand, he thought on what Doug said about his nickname. So many people called him leech, he’d just begun to accept it as part of his name. “I minding not. Many white-coat men call Leech. Super secret code name.” He said, chuckling. Truly, the idea that it was anything offensive didn’t cross his mind. “But mama calling me Jimmy. Or Jenny. Depending on days. I liking Jimmy… And i liking Douglass! Douglass is good name.” The old woman who cared for him did sometimes think he was her daughter, but she wasn’t mean about it, just shocked at the baldness more often than not.

With that, Jimmy shifted and began leading the way into the fort to the center. It was large, cushioned, and though dim the multi-colored nature of the blankets above reflected beautiful shadows down on whomever sat under it. Another question came from Doug as Jimmy stood up and spread his arms to show just how much space there was. “No. I come soon–” he froze and scrunched up his face, “–no wait… Sooner? Soo–re? Recent! Recent I come. You new, or you here long?” He asked back.

White coat men? Was Jimmy an...experiment? Many mutants before having come to this school were subject to excruciating tests at the hands of human scientists were a little too “curious” about their mutant neighbors. Immediately Doug felt a bit protective, mainly because the boy knew about the destructiveness of humanity. “Jenny? Nevermind. Thanks, Jimbo.” The thought that Jimmy had someone to call ‘mama’ reassured him a little that at least he was somewhat cared for.

Crawling into the spacious fort was actually rather impressive.  The light was ambient and calming, which made it a pretty sufficient napping spot. “Nice digs...” Douglass waited patiently for Jimmy to find his words. It was like dealing with a stutterer; you shouldn’t cut them off to offer the word and push along the conversation. “Yea, really long. 8 years.” Douglass did a lot of growing up in the walls of this school, which he often forgot. “But I’m from Washington DC. You know where that is? With the president?” He rolled his eyes at the thought of the old man in what Douglass used to want as his future house.

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leechitallaway:

“Plums, no prunes! Silly.” The boy smirked. “Hmm… No snacks… Yet. We can grab? Most only pillows.” And people couldn’t eat pillows, that was for sure. “Want in?” He asked, offering to allow Doug inside the fort. “Oh! Rude! Jimmy… Or Leech.” He said, offering a hand out.

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“Sure, I want in if it’s big enough.” Douglass figured it would be better than napping in his own room. Mainly because he’d probably end up in some useless sass-match with his roommate instead. “I’m not gonna call you Leech. That sounds like something I’d call someone I don’t like.” Douglass took Jimmy’s hand and shook. “Douglass Ramsey,” he introduced, gesturing towards himself. As Douglass stuck his head into the fort to climb in, “So, you aren’t from around here, are you, Jimmy?”

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sabretooth-creed:

Oh now that was amusing. Not the kid punching the bag very ineffectually but the fact that he dared call Victor a dickweed. That, was amusing. Victor smirked and stood from his position laying on the bench press. Time to educate. “A word to the wise kid, don’t insult someone right after you nearly break your hand punching a bag. The bag doesn’t fight back, but some one else certainly will.” He walked over curious now rather than angry or smug. “Why are you punching that bag anyway? You don’t really strike me as the offensive type.”

The shirtless professor was not at all what Douglass was expecting to turn around to and almost exactly who he wasn’t trying to see. “Noted,” Douglass replied curtly. Creed was a Hellfire man, so Douglass wasn’t exactly too keen on back-talking him, as much as that was his natural inclination when he felt threatened. At the shift in the professor’s demeanor, Doug let his guard down. “That’s because I’m not. I’m trying to be at least a little bit, just in case, you know, I have to defend myself.”

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Room to Tomb//Dom and Doug

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petrosing:

“Are you kidding?” he asked, looking up at the boy. “I don’t use that much. My hair would be crusty as all… not the point,” he said through gritted teeth. He sighed between his teeth and adjusted himself on the bed, shaking the entire bedframe. After a brief pause, he asked (quieter than his usual voice, but not a full-on whisper or defeat) “Do you pass all your classes or just languages?”

Douglass couldn’t help but smirk at the reaction he elicited from Dominic. He honestly couldn’t make fun of h is roommate for caring about his hair, given the amount of time and effort that went into making Douglass’ beautiful sphere. His smile fell for a second and he gripped the bedposts as Dom shook the bed. Geez, this frame was old. He was forced to lean back in as Dominic spoke up again in a far softer tone. Was he...embarrassed? “Everything is language, dummy,” he snapped quickly. Well, it was mostly true. That was why math and technology came almost as easily as French. “Well, most everything. But yes, I’m a genius. Why?” 

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New Mutants #14 (2010)

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At first Doug Ramsey’s mutant power to translate any language might not seem that cool when compared to some of the more flashy powers like manipulating weather. But it’s obviously a very versatile power that I’ve definitely come to respect. 

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diczeclipse:

“i know that it is an important topic and everyone has different opinions on it but douglass you can’t let it effect your school life.” he said to the boy. “sure there are people in this class that don’t share your opinion but that doesn’t matter, its your opinion and you’re allowed to think it just like they are allowed to have theres.”

“Doesn’t affect my school life,” Douglass mumbled. He didn’t know why Diaz was riding him so hard, it wasn’t like it was Doug’s job to teach people he didn’t care about. “Either way, it doesn’t matter because I can’t tutor people in Spanish. I can translate it and spit it but I don’t know the rules or anything. It just comes naturally.”

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organic-steel:

“Meditation only helps if you’re able to find the cause of your issues and address them. Otherwise, you will be sitting in silence and nothing will get accomplished.” Piotr replied, trying to ignore the boy’s sass. He was here to help… But he could only tolerate so much. “What is the problem that is causing you so much stress?”

“Who’s stressed? Not I, I’m cool as a ice cold Coke in a can.” Douglass leaned up against the punching bag to demonstrate this coolness, but it was not at all a supportive beam so he quickly stopped. Damn, his thumb hurt. “Look, I don’t have a problem, I’ve just...I’ve a lot of my shoulders and knowing to punch someone in the face has been the last thing on my list for long enough.” 

Douglass raised his arms in mock surrender. “That enough feelings talk?”

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organic-steel:

Colossus in all of his 6′6″s, stepped up to the bag and looked down at the angry student. He was clearly frustrated, but Piotr didn’t understand why… Or why this boy had called him such a rude name. “The first thing you need to change is your attitude.” He commented bluntly, “You are letting your frustrations overcome your focus. When you practice, you must have a clear mind so you are able to do each strike perfectly. Then, once it becomes second nature and you /are/ in a real fight with emotions, you can trust yourself to strike correctly.”

Very big, very tall, very scary, that’s cool. Douglass would have been scared out of his pants, but he had seen the security guard around. He knew this guy was a softie, but even softies had their breaking point. “Oh, my attitude is permanently terrible, I don’t even bother changing it,” Douglass said almost immediately. Nope, try again. “Well, I can’t practice with a clear head right now because I don’t have one, so what? We meditate?”

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leechitallaway:

Leech blinked as the other boy tried a few more guesses. Wasn’t it okay if he was going to get the answer anyway? Either way, Jimmy smiled at the various answers, shaking his head at all of them. “Nope, nope, nope, nope!” he smirked and leaned in whispering to the boy before him, ‘Plums…” he said, nodding, and waiting for it to be repeated back to him. 

Plums. Okay, fine. The pause indicated Jimmy maybe wanted Douglass to repeat it back. “Oh, uh, plums, les prunes, uh....hm.” He couldn’t think of any other way to say plum which was strange to say the least, but he refocused his attention on the previously green teen. “So what do you have in here, dude? Snacks? Pillows? I’ll settle for one pillow.”