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expiationlogs2024-07-07 07:23 pm
laserguy) wrote in expiationlogs2024-07-07 07:23 pm
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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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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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no subject
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.]
no subject
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?
no subject
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.
cw: talk of death threats and bullying
[ 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.
no subject
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.
no subject
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.
no subject
[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.]