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The Past Haunts the Present Mind; [CLOSED]
Topic Started: Apr 14 2007, 03:28 AM (494 Views)
Dia
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Up the double staircase on the left there was a decent sized room. Decorated with entertainment items and soft places to sit this room has it all. Nintendo, X-box, Playstation, and all the games that the mind could imagine. Of course certain games are not purchased seeing how younger mutants reside in the mansion, most had learned to deal with it.

Within the lounge on one of the couches laying curled up lay a gray skinned female. With her knees hanging out it was obvious that her long legs struggled to fit. Yet she found the couch to be "the most comfortable" and would not settle for any other one. With the light lifting and falling of her arm which laid on her side she was in fact asleep.

The coolness of the metal table beneath her bare skin caused constant shivers to run wildly through her body. In fact her body shook so bad that it almost felt as if she was convulsing. Tubes running from every place that could be thought of, places that shouldn't hurt did. Then there was that spark, her heart quickened. The rush of the hot metal burning through her body.

Dia gasped as she awakened, the television was on and the DVD she had stuck in earlier was running from the beginning. Though Dia wasn't sure how long it had been repeating she decided it was best to turn it off. Sighing heavily she curled forward bringing her legs off the touch, feet touching the floor. She then brought her hands to the top of her head, running her fingers through her hair.
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Wolverine
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The inhabitants within these walls had different pasts, some were average, some were even happy with families that loved them no matter that they carried the X-Gene. Then there were mutants like him, and the young woman he had been watching for the past ten minutes or so. He’d been drawn by her scent; a scent that gave off a sense of fear, which, being who he now was, ever aware of the need to protect his ‘pack’, Logan couldn’t help but make sure the young woman was alright.

He watched her sleeping face, knowing her name to be Rydia Fanshaw, preferring to be called Dia. It did help he was one of the few with unrestricted access to all the files currently held within Cerebro’s database. He’d been particularly interested in Dia because of her affinity with metal. Even though she would find it extremely hard to make the mental fused to his bones do anything other than perhaps throw him across the room or something, he knew he needed to build up a friendship with someone who could have that sort of power over him.

He knew she was dreaming long before she gasped and opened her eyes, for that was clearly where her fear was coming from. He stood from his current and most comfortable crouched position as she sat up. Clearing his throat to announce his presence, he stepped out of the shadows to the right of the TV. “Ya alright, kid?” he asked.
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Dia
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A single step and the metal within Logan was registered by the ashen female's unique ability to detect any and all metals. But as to where it came from was left unknown. Yet with deductive reasoning Dia could make a guess. As in this case she guessed the metal she detected more than likely came from the stranger in the shadows. But she could be wrong.

“Ya alright, kid?” The deep bass tone of his voice sounded concerned. The reason why he was concerned was easily guessed because he was a resident of the mansion. Most residents were concerned about other mutants that also resided there. It was a well known fact and there was no refuting it.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." She nodded trying her best to smile. If she was back home her youngest brother would be dancing around singing "liar, liar. Pants on fire."

"Just a bit of a nightmare that's all." Telling the truth did feel better, even if it wasn't the whole truth.
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Wolverine
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"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." if he had the ability to read people’s minds he would have completely agreed with her next thoughts, and probably would have repeated them too. However, there would be no dancing around from the Wolverine. Not now, not ever. He was about to open his mouth and tell her that she may as well have a bright neon sign flashing upon her head that she clearly was not alright, when the young woman decided to be a bit more honest than before, "Just a bit of a nightmare that's all."

Walking over to the side of the couch farthest from her, Logan hoisted up his leg and used his knee as a leaning post, looking straight at Dia. “Wanna talk about it kid?” he asked. “Ya might not think it, but when it comes to nightmares about pasts, I am one of the most experienced in this mansion.” Now who was being honest. It certainly surprised Logan to find himself being so open.

Of course, that didn’t mean he was about to trust this young grey-skinned mutant, not by far; just, that he was trying, and would continue to try. For, the more he knew about those who were now a part of his ‘pack’ the more likely he would be able to protect them when the time came.
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Dia
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"Whoever said that it was a nightmare about my past?" Yeah, she knew there were telepaths around but weren't they supposed to ask for permission to explore people's minds? Even those that couldn't help it would be crazy enough to admit they had read someone's mind, at least not directly. Dia certainly would not have if she was a telepath and couldn't control her abilities.

"Would you be so willing to share your past?" Dia asked, not being sarcastic but rather curious. Curious as to why should she trust someone she hardly knew? Yeah, he was a part of the mansion and Xavier's team but did she personally know him that well? The answer was a firm no.

Besides she honestly felt it was something she could deal with. She had to deal with it. Plus Dia also knew that one day she'd have to confront her family. To show them who she was now. Yet fear of what they would say or do was keeping her away. Yeah, she was comfortable about her looks when against other mutants and maybe even humans but family?
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Wolverine
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"Whoever said that it was a nightmare about my past?" Logan just smiled. ~And yet, yer ain’t denyin’ that it wasn’t,~ he thought, inwardly chuckling. He found himself quite comfortable in his current position. Probably helped that he happened to have an ability that allowed for any and all minor pain to be pretty much null and void. He figured the adamantium attached to his bones stopped his limbs from going to sleep too, what, with his Regen abilities constantly at work to stop the stuff from poisoning him, therefore ending his life!

"Would you be so willing to share your past?" now, that he wasn’t expecting, yet, he should have. Why should she spill her past to him if he was unwillingly to return the favour and show trust towards her. His smile became more apparent, “Excellent work, kid,” he commended, not elaborating any further. He was proud to note the carefulness within her. Some around the mansion spilt all to anyone who showed an interest, and that was a problem waiting to happen.

Spill it to the wrong person, and bang, someone’s emotional baggage is spread around the entire school and possibly getting to the ears of the wrong type of person. Catching her gaze, his tone was completely honest, “I would, Dia, but I don’t remember most of mine,” he explained, his eyes looking a little distant. “And tha dreams I have, I don’t really remember ‘em when I wake up either.”
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Dia
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(OOC: sorry for not responding right away)

"Excellent work kid." Logan commended.

Her mother had trained her well and it showed in how she talked. It was respectful but with a very large glob of her own opinion. To all she was of course kind for the ashen female was a firm believer in the "golden rule." Though some would not treat her the same as she treated them such was to be expected in the world. To think otherwise would be child-like.

"I have no way to know how you feel to not be able to remember your past." But she did know what it felt to not remember a dream but her dreams weren't always about her past. Most of them were outright odd.

As for her comment to him upon hearing that he couldn't remember his past she said it that way for a reason. Not only because it was true but also because of what he might feel about his past. For some people wished that they couldn't remember their past but did, and those who couldn't recall a thing of their pasts even if they were tortured usually wished they could unblock their mind. So though Dia felt as if he did wish to remember his past, perhaps if and when he did he would wish he hadn't. There wasn't any way to tell.

"They," whoever that was, say that to speak about things that you're trying to deal with out loud was a good thing. But didn't this "they" also say to only spill to trusted people?

Her chest filled with air then deflated as she sighed. She could trust him and should. "I just..." She began, "I just..." again another pause her words stumbling out. Another sigh escaped, "I'm just not ready to tell." She didn't want to sound rude by saying that she didn't know him and that's why she wasn't telling him. So instead her mind came up with her latter statement as an alternative. "I mean no disrespect." Her charcoal lips hurried to add.
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Wolverine
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"I have no way to know how you feel to not be able to remember your past," wasn’t that the truth. He didn’t even know how he felt about his past; partly because he couldn’t remember all of it, but more so because he did feel something, just couldn’t place the events with the emotions that went along with it. It was kind of refreshing, to meet someone else he could relate to, even though he would never wish this kind of thing on anyone. Not being able to sleep because of dreams and images in one’s mind… bits and pieces of a life he couldn’t remember… no, he really did wish he was the only one with that cursed problem.

"I just..." She began, "I just..." again another pause her words stumbling out. Another sigh escaped, "I'm just not ready to tell… I mean no disrespect," the Wolverine moved forward, showing a side of himself that’d only developed in the time he’d been at the mansion. Leaning forward, he gently grasped Dia’s chin, lifting it so her eyes were looking directly into his. “Ya know kid, it doesn’t matter, cos neither am I,” he assured her. “So, we’re even.”

Letting her go, he moved to sit in the couch he’d been leaning up against before, just sitting there; being there for her should she want to talk, or should she want to go back to sleep knowing someone was nearby… protecting her.
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Dia
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Feeling a hand against her chin gently lifting it her eyes looked at Logan with hope. Hope that he would understand her reason. Her heart stopped as he spoke. “Ya know kid, it doesn’t matter, cos neither am I,” he assured her. “So, we’re even.” With a smile of relief her heart began to beat once again.

After he let go Dia watched as Logan sat down nearby. Still smiling she stared toward the television set not really knowing what else to say but, "thanks." Unlike the movies where the thank you usually came out as a small whisper the ashen mutant's thank you was loud and clear.

It was strange to have so much in common with someone else. But that was bound to happen, there was no use in thinking it wouldn't. Both of them had metal in their bodies and both were experiments.

"Would you like to turn on the t.v. and see what's on or watch a movie?" Might as well throw out a suggestion as to what they could do other than just sit around. Though sitting around wasn't bad either.

"My name's Dia by the way." But he probably already knew that.
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Wolverine
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"Would you like to turn on the TV and see what's on or watch a movie?" he honestly considered that offer, his need to rest long past. “Whatever, kid,” came an answer that may have given off the feeling he didn’t much care, when really, he did. He leaned forward, reaching for the remote; the silence soon broken by some sort of drama soapie. “No,” came Logan’s firm response to that. “No freakin’ way,” and he quickly changed to the Sci-Fi channel.

An old Ep of The Twilight Zone was showing. The Wolverine sighed with relief, “Now that’s better, don’t yer think?’ he asked Dia, quirking a brow as she introduced herself. “Yeah, I already know that,” he simply answered. “You can call me Logan, if you don’t already know tha codename’s Wolverine.”

Interesting, this whole ‘sitting casually and watching TV with someone’ thing… wasn’t something he’d normally feel comfortable with, but, a lot had changed since he’d come to the mansion, and it was pretty suffice to say that a lot more was going to change the longer he stayed here too.

“So, Dia,” he started, using her name for the first time. “Yer got anythin’ else ya want to talk to me about,” he motioned with his hand. “My ears are listenin," he added, with a grin.
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Dia
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She had been watching a movie so whatever channel the television was on was not her fault. Who knew, it could have been something else other than a soap on earlier. Unless the t.v. was on a specific channel that only showed soaps.

Her head nodded firmly, bits of fog colored hair fell forward some even remaining but with a simple brush of the fingers the hair was pushed back. "Yes, it's much better. In fact for me anything is better than a soap drama thing."

"I'm sorry, I wasn't sure if you knew. It's nice to finally meet you." Yeah she had heard of Logan, aka Wolverine, but never met him. The stone hued mutant figured that this guy was Logan because of the descriptions she had received from others.

“Ya got anythin’ else ya want to talk to me about,” he motioned with his hand. “My ears are listenin'." Dia's forehead furrowed as she tapped a black nail tipped finger against her chin. "Well...my hair, my skin, and my nails are all a part of my past and my mutation. My skin makes it pretty easy to guess what I can do power wise." She had to admit, if anyone guessed anything different then her powers having to do something with metal she'd be surprised.

"And let's see..um.." She hummed, "Just because I'm Irish doesn't mean you should kiss me." A light laugh escaped. Dia couldn't believe how random her thoughts were about those shirts, buttons, and who knows what else that said "kiss me I'm Irish" that were made especially for St. Patrick's Day.
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Wolverine
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Wolverine couldn’t be more obvious in his relief when Dia agreed anything was better than a soapie drama, the look on his face more than palpable. ~I swear, I’d be walkin out if this one said she liked those kinds of shows,~ he thought, acknowledging her apology with a simply, “Yer don’t have ta be apologisin, kid. After all, introducin yerself be tha polite thing to do.”

"Well...my hair, my skin, and my nails are all a part of my past and my mutation. My skin makes it pretty easy to guess what I can do power wise,” Logan wasn’t entirely sure he’d have picked up on what her powers were had he not already read up on her file. Yeah, it was clear her skin, hair and nails were the colour of metal, but, had it not been for the distinct scent of that material in the air around her, the Wolverine figured he would have had to ask what her X-Gene entailed just like almost everyone else.

Logan cracked a smile at her next statement, remembering having seen shirts saying exactly that many times himself. “Yer know, kissin you wouldn’t happen lest ya gave me permission to,” he promised her, grinning from ear to ear. “It’s not hard ta see why others wouldn’t wait til yer said it was okay though,” he pointed out, the feral’s go at an honest compliment.
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Dia
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Oh damn. A compliment. It didn't matter if it came from a guy, a girl, or a kid. Dia couldn't help but blush. But unlike normal pale skinned mutants her cheeks did not turn a bright shade of pink. No, instead they turned a dangerous dark gray to black depending on how hard she blushed. For that compliment her cheeks turned black causing her to place her hands on her face. But then she started to think, why should I cover my cheeks? Blushing just came naturally to her no matter the compliment or who it came from. Heck, someone could just come around and say that she had awesome skin and she'd blush.

Sighing at herself and rolling her eyes she lowered her hands allowing her cheeks to receive the necessary air they needed to cool down.

"So, tell me about yourself." She gave him some information, now it was his turn.

Dia found it interesting that she did not pick up the metal within Logan before. Perhaps because she was asleep she was less prone to picking metal up mentally. She had to admit just average day metal no longer really registered with her unless it was used. Actually Dia was thankful for this fact. It had been so hard to live with the headaches she'd get just from being around metal she could hardly stand her own body.
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Wolverine
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Was that a change in her demeanour again? A reaction to his compliment perhaps… Logan deduced that was it, because her face was turning darker. It didn’t matter what colour the cheeks turned, a blush was a blush, and the Wolverine knew he’d just caused her to have one. “Hey kid, you really shouldn’t worry about covering yerself up here. Yer black cheek blushin be kinda unique. We all have somethin like that here,” he explained, holding out his right hand, curled into a fist and downwards.

They extended slowly, so there wasn’t that classic ’Snikt’ that so many, including him, had dubbed the sound a long time ago. “These are mine,” he simply said, raising an eyebrow at her next statement, "So, tell me about yourself.” Logan knew it was only fair to do so, settling his gaze on a safety point in front of him. “Well, kid, like I said before, I don’t remember much before, and durin tha time I got these,” holding them up, he let her see them for what they truly were, three sharp weapons extending from inside his lower arm.

“What I can remember is vivid, most of it after I escaped from wherever it was they gave me tha adamantium. I ran with a wolf pack for so long I lost my humanity. A couple found me and helped me to find it again. I left them, hit the road, and was found again,” it seemed the tone of his voice changed a little here, depicting the raw emotional fact that he missed the Professor very much. “By Chuck,” he finished, looking away for a few moments.
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Dia
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She had to agree. Each person had something unique about them, some more so then others. Dia had to admit once the claws were extended she shivered. But it was a good shiver, the kind she didn't mind feeling. The shiver was curious, the shiver liked the metal. Was she now just referring to her shivering as an actual person?

Listening intently she firmly kept her hands to her sides knowing that it would be rude to just outrightly explore Wolverine's claws without being given permission.

The word wolves struck against a softer side of hers. Dia was a sucker for animals of any kind. You name it, she was bound to have a sparkle in her eyes. Though it was sad to know he had lost his humanity at least he was older and not like those poor feral kids she had witnessed on the Discovery Channel.

She heard the change in his voice and the name that was spoken gave her the understanding of why. Yeah, Charles was a very good man. There weren't very many of those in the world during his life and there weren't any now even after his death.

(Sorry if the last part makes her seem to have superior hearing. She doesn't but can easily pick up on somethings though not all. Basically she's like me. I have very good hearing myself.)
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