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Who: Scott Summers and you
Where: Around Aldrip
What: Scott glitching into different versions of himself, such as 97, James Marsden, time displaced teen Scott from the comics, etc...
Warnings: Maybe some possible spoilers for X-Men 97??

I’m Totally Buggin (X-Men 97);
[Walking around Aldrip? You may notice a slightly familiar, but also pretty different version of one Scott Summers. Mostly, just the fact that he's an adult that's wearing a bright and colorful X-Men uniform. Look, who would wear black leather?? There's definitely a certain serious countenance to him as he looks around, because this place is new and unfamiliar and where is his team? Hell, he'll even be glad to see Magneto around, since the older mutant has shown that he's capable of letting humans go despite their crimes against them. Second chances and all. It's what the late Professor wanted.

...He still wonders if he didn't do a good enough job if the Professor left everything to Magneto.

But no thoughts for that right now. He has to find the other X-Men or help out any mutants if they are in this city. So, once again, he tries to communicate with the other members of his team, pressing the communicator on his uniform to contact them.]

It's Cyclops, report.

[Once that message is sent, however, Scott will continue his exploration, perhaps even resorting to stopping someone else to ask for information. This doesn't look like an elaborate kidnapping ploy, so he's willing to hear out any of the people walking around.] Can you tell me where we're at?

[Maybe you'll catch Scott walking around one of the more crime infested areas, just casually blasting a robber from across the street with the lowest power setting so that they collapse to the ground, mostly uninjured. It sure is nice to have a visor where he can control the output of his blasts.]

I was basically a cameo (X3: Last Stand);
[Enjoying the beach? Well, maybe not anymore, because there is a scream that echoes throughout the area before two familiar red blasts shoot through the sea for a few seconds, the water breaking apart before instantly converging once more as Scott falls to his knees a respectable distance away (look, he wasn't going to blast right next to someone, he has just enough sense for that). And it's definitely some version of Scott as he stares out at the ocean with an expression that seems haunted and exhausted, despite the shades covering his eyes. Maybe it's the fact that he clearly hasn't shaven in a hot minute.

Normally, Scott wouldn't even think to act this way out in public. But Jean is gone. He can't even hear her in his mind now. She's been dead for a year and he still can't come to grips with it. It's just. He should've done more for her. He should've been there. He should've done something. He... he doesn't know what to do and all that training and self-control is not helping him right now.

He can only just look at the water in front of him, so unlike the lake that claimed her, teeth clenching as her name falls from him.]

Jean...

I stole Wolverine's bike (All New X-Men comics);
[Well, isn't this great.

This Scott half expects Hank to pop out of nowhere and tell him that he's been brought to somewhere else to stop his future self, even if it doesn't make any sense. Nothing has made sense though in the past few days. Look, learning that he kills Charles Xavier in the future, that his future self is a mutant revolutionary hanging out with Magneto, and that everyone pretty much hates him has been a lot. He... he didn't do that. He doesn't want to do any of that.

But Hank hasn't come out to tell him his new idea. And people aren't looking at him with utter contempt or distrust. It's kind of nice. Sure, he only experienced that for just a few days now, but it has been enough. It's not like he can really forget how even Jean looked at him when everyone learned what his future self is like. Probably didn't help that he literally attacked him and the others and promptly disappeared with his new best friend Magneto.

God, this sucks still. Because he doesn't know where he's at and no one is familiar. He'd still rather have the other young X-Men here, because even if it's Bobby or Warren looking at him with distrust, at least they're still his friends.

Scott stares up at the sky for a moment, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He can handle this. He can--]

This might as well happen!

[He shouts into the sky before promptly collapsing back on the grass and staring upward still. Maybe that feral man with the claws will come out of nowhere to kill him. He wonders if it would be that bad.]

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You better.

[ There's a slight wrinkle in bridge of her nose, like she's halfway towards a pout.

Sure, she doesn't know this Scott. But if any of the stuff he's saying here right now proves anything to her, it's that it definitely is still Scott. He's still stupidly nice in that typical Scott way. Who else could say any of this stuff with a straight face, like putting yourself in the backseat like this is normal?

N-Not like she's worried or anything!

(She totally is. Sorry, Scott, it's already too late. It apparently does not matter what age you are, Ange will worry about you anyway!) ]

I mean, I bet there's some people who are going to be really upset if you don't show back up in your own world where you're meant to be, so you better not let them down. Or you're going to be a real asshole. [ Yes, those are the people who are worried, okay!! Not Ange!!

She puts her hands on her hips. ]

.. Besides, you probably won't figure out how to switch back with the Scott I know anyway, so I might as well help you.

I don't want to be a jerk.

[He agrees with a small chuckle. No, he doesn't want to actually correct her, that he's already let them down. Besides, it's all on him that Professor Xavier and the others have nearly given up. Whatever future he has back home, that's his own burden to bear. Not hers.]

...You're a good friend, Ange. The Scott that you know... he's lucky to have you. [If he's going to be around here for a bit longer, maybe he can do some good things. Even if some of those things are just simple stuff, like making sure that this younger version of himself has something to hope for. He has a girlfriend and everything... whoever she is Scott wants to make sure that she's okay too.]

Just in case if he hasn't told you that before.

[Isn't it difficult for teenage boys to admit these things? He was a teen once.] I promise that I'll try to be less of a burden on you.

[He's almost having fun again.]

[ Frankly, older Scott, you're having too much fun!!

It's not entirely the reason Ange takes a slightly different turn with this conversation, but it is part of it. She would like to avoid him getting too amused at her expense, and while she is still planning on helping him find a way to bring the Scott she knows back, there is something she can't help but wonder about. The girl is aware it's very personal, but.. ]

What happened to you?

[ Sorry for the question out of the blue.. But it's important!

After all-- ]

You sometimes look so.. [ You know. Divorced dad energy and all that. ] .. sad.

[ Maybe not right now, but he sure looked devastated when she approached him earlier. ]

If you talk about it, then maybe I can help make sure to prevent that from happening to the Scott I know. Wouldn't you too want him to have a good life?

[As if on cue, his smile fades. The grief from earlier doesn't fully come back, but without Scott trying to make some levity out of the situation, that ever present sadness is far more apparent like it's really never left him. For a moment, it doesn't look like the mutant is going to answer her, just keeping silent and still as he controls his breathing. His thoughts, really.

The stillness probably felt longer than it actually was before Scott turns his head to stare out at the ocean once more. It's not the same waters that took Jean. He knows that, but it still makes this harder.]

This girlfriend you mentioned. The one that my younger self is dating.

[..........] Tell him to protect her with everything that he is.

[Scott doesn't fully tell Ange to watch over this girl too. Maybe because he feels like he doesn't have to or that's just not her burden to bare. Although, knowing her personality just from their brief interaction so far, Scott knows that she'd probably try her best too.]

[ That makes it easy to imagine what happened. Maybe not the specifics - especially since she doesn't take him looking out at the water as a clue or anything here, anyone could do that just because they happened to be thinking - but it's at least clear that his girlfriend must have died. It sure explains something about that sadness he seems to carry with him.

She pauses for a moment, hesitating on whether or not to tell him, but.. ]

Well, their situation might be kind of complicated too.

[ They're stuck in this place, after all. And - hopefully, from Ange's point of view - won't be stuck here forever. Who knows what might happen once everyone gets sent back to their own worlds. ]

I think any you out there might have a thing for making everything complicated for yourself. [ At least Ange's tone doesn't sound like she's scolding him at all when she says that.

If anything, there's a weird kind of fondness in it. So maybe, if it's just this Scott, and if he'll just disappear and turn back into the regular Scott without remembering any of this-- ]

That's why I have to look out for him, you know?

I have a habit of doing that.

[A part of him almost smiles at that. Whatever the situation is, he's sure it is complicated. Scott Summers can't fall in love without it being complicated in some way. He wonders who this Kotone person is, what she's like, but he can almost picture a smiling red head anyway, one with a fate that's difficult to reconcile with. But maybe he's just projecting too much, after all, he wants this other version of him to be happy with her.

...A girlfriend that will stay with him. Not only that, but friends that obviously care about him, if Ange is anything to go by. Oh yeah, he can definitely hear that fondness in her voice, even if she also sounds exasperated in a way.]

Sounds like you really keep him out of trouble. [...] Hopefully he doesn't give you too much of a hard time, but I know I'm pretty stubborn when I want to be.

[Especially when it comes to being attached to his girlfriend.]

He gives me a terrible time. All the time.

[ .. well, okay. Scott actually gives her some nice times too, but there's no way she's going to gush that much in this moment. She's already said too much. She's at the gush limit!

So it's time to complain instead. ]

He won't stop dragging me to parties, for one. It's driving me crazy. [ Maybe this Scott is a little less party-crazy, considering he seems so much sadder.. Which isn't exactly a great thing, but maybe it can be relatively more of a positive thing in this sense. ] Hey, can't you leave a note for him or something that says he should cut that out? Maybe he'd be willing to listen to another version of himself, because he sure isn't listening to me about that. Ever.

[Scott's poker face is far better at least and this time he goes out of his way to hide his amusement from her. Ah, to be young once again, pretending to be upset about something when you're really not. Or being overly emotional about something, although he was always more quiet as a teen. That's just how things worked out for him, between getting his powers early and mutants staying hidden from the world, before training to be a X-Man as soon as Professor Xavier took him in.

This Scott that she knows... the one that drags his friends to parties, it's honestly a little difficult to reconcile with. He wonders what sort of life he must've led to be so easygoing like that. It's hard to say if he envies it, but he's also glad to know that he's been able to live a relatively normal life. It's... it's what they want for mutants.]

When I leave a note for him, I promise that I'll tell him to stop dragging you to parties. [He lifts an eyebrow at her, as if showing Ange he's got his back on this. Although, she should experience a couple-- but it sounds like she had.] Is he good at listening to adults?

[ Well, that's.. something, at least. Ange has absolutely no idea how the Scott she knows is going to feel about that one, but maybe it'll startle him, at least.

She doesn't focus on it for now, instead contemplating the question for a slight moment until she answers: ]

I don't know. We don't really hang out around adults together. [ In fact, she's only now realizing she's only ever really seen Scott around fellow teens.. How does that guy act around people older than them? ] He has a huge club for teenagers, you know. I bet that's what he's spending all of his time on.

[There's that familiar frown, at least on this Scott.]

Are there any adults looking out for you? For the other teens here?

[How many teen mutants are around? It's that concern that gets him a little more restless, nearly forgetting about the baggage that had been dragging him down. Sure, he'll still write this note for Ange, but the thought of teenagers and children being in a foreign world with barely any adults around is more than concerning. He has a feeling that his time here is limited, but he'll just have to efficiently use it.

It also stops him from being surprised that a version of him runs a huge club for teenagers.]

[ Ange raises her eyebrow as she looks at him.

It's a look that seems a whole lot like she thinks he just asked her an utterly insane question. It looks like she's questioning his sanity in this very moment. ]

How many adults have you met in your life that looked out for their own teens, let alone other people's?

[The look he's receiving right now... Scott can't help but wonder if that's an expression that his other self gets a lot. From the pieces that he put together, with the younger Scott being more outgoing and maybe even slightly irresponsible, he doesn't think his theory is wrong.

Scott's not chastised by her look, although he clears his throat, meeting Ange's stare with one of his own. Just maybe a little less unimpressed and more serious, like he's trying to explain his position wholeheartedly.]

...I'm a teacher at a boarding school. It's part of my responsibility, along with my other co-workers.

I went to a boarding school.

[ She doesn't know why she's saying this so easily.

Maybe it's because she figures he won't remember. It's like talking to a mirror, or to a pet. It's like talking to yourself, having to say something out loud every once in a while so you don't forget. ]

The teachers stood by there the entire time as the other girls told me to kill myself. As they excluded me and kicked me around. [ She says it with such a blank tone. Like she's just a news host reading headlines, rather than recounting some past experience she surely must have feelings about. ] Sometimes the teachers even joined in.

[ ... ]

Anyway, what I'm saying is that teachers usually aren't like that.

[........

What the hell??

The crease in his forehead only tightens as Ange talks about her experiences at her boarding school. Bullying-- more than that, really, with the teachers doing nothing to stop it and in fact joining it. Ange may not be a mutant, but the injustice of hearing all this still scrapes at something inside Scott, a red glint shining behind his glasses as he takes this in. He's clearly upset on her behalf and it actually takes a couple of calming breaths to keep himself sounding calm still.

Getting angry at the situation, at her, won't help anyone. If he can find those teachers though...]

Then they shouldn't be called teachers for allowing that to happen. They're supposed to care about their students, not encourage the bullying. [.....] They failed you, Ange, there's nothing else to it. Whatever their reason isn't important.

[ It helps that - even with him looking a bit different - she knows that this is Scott. It makes him starting to look upset over it a whole lot less weird, because.. well, it's Scott. Of course he would get mad over this. She knows he's a kind person, and it seems like the years - and depressing events that must have led to divorced dad energy - haven't changed that. She would be way more baffled if it had been a total stranger having this reaction, given-- ]

Well, maybe things are different where you come from. Where I come from, no one cared.

[ No one ever intervened. If anything, every single party that involved themselves with the situation just made it worse, and Ange knows it.

It might explain a few things about the way she is to Scott once he's his usual self again.. ]

If I don't look after myself, no one else will. That's how it's always been.

...

[She really is speaking with a tone of familiarity with this sort of situation. A tired acceptance that pulls at Scott, even he does his best not to show his outward reactions. It's not like he hasn't heard of this before, not when mutants aren't really accepted by the public back home. Young mutants having parents that abandon them, it's why Xavier's Institute exists.]

It started that way for a lot of the kids back at the school. People, adults that failed them. It's why me and the other teachers are there. [...] And so, you'll have to get used to at least one adult looking after you now.

[Until he 'reverts' back to his teenage self and everything. Scott almost wants to put a delay in that, but he still doesn't want to rob time from a version of himself that's not only younger, but maybe has more to live for (although talking about the mutant kids back home is putting things into perceptive once more). He'll just leave a couple of extra instructions in his note, to really watch over Ange and be a good friend to her.]

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