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| The Will to Work...; (Jean, Closed) | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 5 2008, 12:38 PM (346 Views) | |
| Engineer | Sep 5 2008, 12:38 PM Post #1 |
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Fabrication/Reclamation, Intuitive Design
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Time: Mid-day Date: July 23rd Travis knew that this was going to be a very delicate situation. He lifted off his black cap, for only a moment, to scratch his head, ruffling the horrendous hat-hair that had been developing underneath. He made a mental note to himself to create something that would serve the same purpose, but wouldn’t alter his appearance, and make his head itchy. Tossing that idea on the back-burner, he sat in a chair with perfect view of the main entrance to the library. Even with his hat keeping his thoughts inside his head, he knew it was likely that Jean would be able to find him relatively quickly. As he waited, he thought about the note that he had ever so strategically placed. Travis had been at the school for a good while, and had learned quite a bit about each individual, to include their habits. Jean was someone who was interesting, compassionate, and kind. She was also powerful, and not someone you wanted to cross swords with either… but Travis also knew that he wasn’t on her bad-side. If he had anything to say about it, it would stay that way. Still, Architech couldn’t help but wonder how she would take the note that he had left… He had seen her sit in the same seat in the kitchen every morning, and it seemed that everyone else knew it as well, as they didn’t sit in that particular seat until after she had already come and gone. It was human nature to create habits, to provide normalcy… and that is where he had left the note… folded neatly on her chair, awaiting her morning ritual to be presented. Considering the black Sharpie that he had scribbled her name with was rather large, it wasn’t like one would miss it. The note was simple enough... [Dear Jean, I know you don't know me well, if at all, but I would like to speak with you. I will be in the Library for the entirety of today, so if you find a moment, please come see me. You have my gratitude, Travis Kable.] So Travis waited, anxiously awaiting the arrival of Jean Grey-Summers… wife of the most influential person in the school. While his eyes were trained on the door, he decided to throw around a few ideas for an alternative device to his hat. MP3 Player? No… he didn’t really listen to music all that much… it disrupted his concentration. Watch? No, it needed to be near his head… to keep his thoughts contained. Travis had learned that most telepaths aren’t reading thoughts or prying around, but everyone else’s thoughts actually leak from their mind, almost like a broadcast that only telepaths could tune into. Considering the sheer volume of information, schematics, and everything else that rolled through his head on a daily basis, he knew it could actually harm lower level or low control telepaths… and that was the last thing he wanted. Suddenly, he sat backwards, having an awesome thought. Glasses. Already he mentally began design, still staring at the doorway. First thing first, he designed the tips that went behind the ears, because there was the primary area in which he would put the power supply, the tiniest fusion core he had designed yet, as well as that would be where he would cram all the psi-disruption and similar technologies that were in his hat. Making them just as effective and shrinking their size considerably was going to be a task though. As his mind worked furiously, his mind fluttered back for a moment when Callisto visited the school. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he knew he was in love with that woman. She was so passionate about what she did… strong, and unique. She was everything that Travis would want in a woman… but he felt as though she still didn’t understand that he wanted to be with her. Sadly, that was likely the way it was going to remain… Callisto was a woman who had been hurt before… and it was likely that love was involved. Travis knew that she didn’t want to trust anyone, and likely for good reason. Dismissing those thoughts, for now, he once again focused on the door. |
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| Jean | Sep 13 2008, 07:14 PM Post #2 |
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Telepathy, Telekinesis
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[Dear Jean, I know you don't know me well, if at all, but I would like to speak with you. I will be in the Library for the entirety of today, so if you find a moment, please come see me. You have my gratitude, Travis Kable.] Jean read the note as she sipped her morning coffee. Then she read it second time, flipping it over in the hope that maybe he went on to explain further back. ‘Nope.’ She pursed her lips at the blank backside of paper. She had all the time, as she lingered over breakfast, to ponder what their … (what was he? Staff? Refugee? Resident in hiding?) wanted. There was no denying that with his abilities, he’d helped them out a lot, particularly after the devastation of ShadowX. Foregoing her usual read through the newspaper, she continued looking at the note, teasing out every bit of information, analyzing his choice of words and the slant of his letters. Dear Jean, ‘oh dear,’ she thought. If she were lucky, this would be something simple, like discussing his future or, playing the go-between between Scott and… well, the rest of the world; she did it so often, she had a speech more or less prepared: No, [insert name here], Scott doesn’t hate you and he’s not trying to be mean or stand-offish. He’s really very open to people coming to talk to him… but yes, of course, I’ll tell him what you told me and see what he says. But the Dear Jean and wanting to meet her in the library than rather simply dropping in at her office, gave her pause. ‘Please… please,’ she silently prayed, ‘let this be something simple.’ She wasn’t conceited enough to think that men fell at her feet and she couldn’t walk ten paces without stepping over one, but she was a psychic and some times you couldn’t help but ‘hear’ things. Soon, she was strolling through the wide, library doors. With his note in hand, Jean made her way to where Travis sat, nervously combing his fingers through his hair. “I got your note, Travis. You’ve been a big help around the school and we really appreciate it. What can I do for you?” She said, taking a seat across from him. |
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| Engineer | Sep 14 2008, 09:00 PM Post #3 |
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Fabrication/Reclamation, Intuitive Design
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Travis’ eyes snapped and locked on to the red-haired woman as she entered the room. She was the epitome of perfection in a lot of people’s eyes, and it wasn’t really hard to see why a lot of people aspired to look like, or be like, her. She had a ‘perfect’ body, and a type of charming personality that made it all complete. Perhaps that was one reason that Travis was never really attracted to her like everyone else… she was too perfect. Aside that, he was already dedicated towards wooing another, far less perfect woman… As she approached, Travis put a firm grip on his hat, ensuring that it was indeed snug. Wouldn’t want to scare the woman… and he didn’t want to accidentally say something that he didn’t mean for the woman to hear. “Hello Jean… I’m glad you found a spare moment. I know helping run this establishment must nearly consume you in itself.” His words were friendly, and he outstretched a hand to shake hers formally. Once the introductions were complete, Travis outstretched a hand towards a vacant seat next to his with a nice wooden coffee stand in between. He gave the woman a warming smile before he began. “I understand that I haven’t really helped myself out of my recluse, but I can’t help but notice those who have begun asking questions about my presence here. I’m not a teacher, student, or resident really. For the first several nights I found myself sleeping, when sleep would be permitted, in the day rooms near the boy’s dorms. Luckily, I have been accommodated since, and I thank you graciously for arranging that. However…” he paused, considering his next words, “…I can’t help but feel as though I haven’t been doing my part. Sure, if someone needs a friendly ear or something needs fixed, I have handled that on a case-by-case basis, but I don’t really have a definitive purpose. In short, I need a role… a duty.” Giving another short pause, Travis looked around, trying to spot possible eavesdroppers or perhaps an active computer nearby that could be listening in. “I also wanted to explain to you my situation. I won’t lie to you, I have come here for my own safety, as well as the safety of anyone who has enhanced abilities. Shortly before joining you, I was a prisoner of SHIELD, and I was forced to help develop the technology that produced the Sentinels. They are likely still looking for me, and considering they have considerable knowledge of you and several of the people here at your school, I am guessing they have tapped your phone and internet lines. That is a situation I could probably fix.” Travis paused again, allowing that information to sink in. As usual, Travis was analyzing her reactions, even the most subtle ones, that would give truth to her responses, as well as tell volumes about her character and personality. “I have used the school to guise my location… as well as its people for protection. For all my power’s worth, I can’t keep them from catching me again in a one on one confrontation. I am telling you all this in trust, and although I know that it will be brought to Scott’s attention, I have a feeling it will be listened to… differently, coming from you.” Travis then smiled and leaned back, not trying to hide anything from anyone anymore. “I think I can help out around here a lot… especially if I had a little bit of space to work… Teaching, Repairs… inventing a new version of visor for your husband… anything you would want. Honestly, I can turn a bag of garbage into dollar bills…” he boasted. He said it in a manner that didn’t really sound like bragging, more like fact. He was trying to help… and it was obvious he was genuine about it. “So… where do you need me?” he asked, his eyes locked to hers. |
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| Jean | Sep 16 2008, 09:06 AM Post #4 |
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Telepathy, Telekinesis
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Jean sat back in her seat and crossed her legs, despite the oddity of the meeting she was at ease. She hoped that her calm state would affect him and calm his nerves. She listened as he told her about sleeping in the boys’ day room when he arrived. Her thoughts drifted momentarily back to that time; there was so much going on then, so many refugees to help and so many other things to worry about. She nodded understandingly, “I’m sorry about that but hopefully, after that rough start, you got settled in.” “… In short, I need a role… a duty.” Jean blinked, her mind considering his request. Although, it would be more accurate to say that she was considering the man, his behaviors and what she knew of him as far. She watched him scanning the shadows and could only assume it was for eavesdroppers. Clearly, he underestimated the deviousness of some of the students if they really wanted to spy. But his over-concern for secrecy was another puzzle piece she put into the picture. Most of his anxiety seemed to revolve around SHIELD and it was soon apparent why. Jean inclined her head in concern that he’d been a prisoner of SHIELD, an event that probably explained many of his quirks. ”…. Honestly, I can turn a bag of garbage into dollar bills…” That was an admission that caused a flicker across Jean’s face. He was a man in his twenties and didn’t need her to lecture on the morality of that… but she would anyway, there was a lot of Scott in her when her sense of propriety was outraged. “So… where do you need me?” he asked. “Travis, I’m sorry you were abused by SHIELD but one of the reasons Xavier’s school exists is to help mutants who’ve been exploited. I know you didn’t know us then, but we would’ve accepted you even if we had known.” Jean knew that his conjecture about SHIELD spying on them was wrong; they were actually in frequent contact. But it was a complicated relationship and she decided to forgo mention of it; it wasn’t relevant. “And as making money goes,” she looked at him sternly, “you’re an adult but we don’t approve. That’s forgery and a crime against the government. Some students here have the ability to create precious metals and gems and we disapprove of them doing it and selling their creations, too. Mutants with manufacturing abilities could easily flood the market with their creations. It wouldn’t take much of that to bring the economy to its knees.” She gave him a serious look, “You need to be careful about that.” She nodded once, as if to say, ‘warning given, time to move on.’ “However, your offer is very generous and we’ll gladly accept.” She gave him a friendly smile, “You’ve actually touched on a point that the school committee has been considering but, you know how it is, somehow things just never just done.” She ambled off the topic at hand but returned quickly, “We’ve been meaning to have an apartment complex built, on the grounds but separate from the mansion. You just mentioned the lack of space, with all the new students and our older students still staying on, it’s going to get tight soon.” “But really, there’s no rush on that project, its design or creation.” She said, taking on an air of seriousness. “A more important project for you is to help the Morlocks,” her voice and eyes filled with concern. “Right now, they did you far more than we do. That flood was nearly two weeks ago and they’re still trying to recover.” In fact, she wondered why he hadn’t gone there on his own to help them already. |
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| Engineer | Sep 16 2008, 12:40 PM Post #5 |
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Fabrication/Reclamation, Intuitive Design
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Travis was curious. He had gone over this in his mind, over and over again, thinking of hypothetical situations and questions, but almost all of them had Jean asking the question of why his mind was unusually silent. Then again, it was better that she didn’t ask… it would just complicate things and draw their conversation in an undesired direction. She seemed to be focused on the words he was saying, and that in itself said a lot of her character. She was listening, not just hearing him… and that was likely one of the most important human traits. Then again, she was a therapist or a counselor of sorts… she knew how to listen. The subtle inclination of the head told Travis that the woman at least knew of SHIELD, but obviously didn’t suspect such actions from them… as though it had caught her off guard. Perhaps they were communicating… maybe they had some kind of white-lie collaboration between SHIELD and this institute, which would make things… odd. It made him wonder if there was a possibility that SHIELD could be surveying the grounds, and although he knew it was likely by satellite, now he wondered if they were going to have access to more information. It jeopardized his safety if it was true... The mention of turning garbage into money also brought a physical reaction to the red head, although this one was significantly harder to read. Still, Travis had a guess as to why that reaction had occurred. Jean wasn’t the type to use greed or self-indulgence and want to use his power like that, and it wasn’t really the best example for him to use, but that could be explained in a moment. “I am glad that you help those in need. Yes, I was forced to work beyond my will, but I will say this; be wary of SHIELD… they aren’t as… forward… as they appear.” His voice was a little more stern than normal, but quickly his features relaxed. He calmed quickly, not working up his deeply suppressed emotions. Travis chuckled lightly at Jean’s next statement. “I would never dream of actually doing that. I was just trying to make an example of turning something useless into something useful. Rags to riches, so to speak. The economy, even on a global scale, is very, very delicate. Something like that would destroy the balance.” His statement was strong, and light-hearted. He understood, that much was for sure, it was simply a bad choice of example. Then she gave him what he needed… a way to make himself move… a direction that would keep him from growing idle hands. He smiled at the comment that certain things just ‘don’t get done’ and understood. Priorities. His eyes locked on her and he leaned forward, thinking. An apartment building? Travis had never worked on something so large, but the actual blueprints for something like that was relatively simple in comparison to a supercomputer or other technological devices. “That’s something that I will obviously need to discuss more with you on… what kind of facilities you want within that building and so on…” Travis stopped, knowing that she wasn’t finished… the tone and such wasn’t one that generally signified an end to a point, and Travis knew that he should let the woman finish before barraging her with questions about a dorm building. The Morlocks… Callisto’s people. She was concerned, and Travis understood why. The flood that occurred had been a devastating blow. Still, it surprised him to know that they were still trying to recover. With all the mutants that lived there, and them being able to sustain both life and security for so long, a recovery system would be something that was normal. “I wanted to… but Callisto had never told me how to get there. I honestly was hoping to wait until she had invited me… but if you know how to get there, I will be there five minutes ago.” A new look had infested Travis’ eyes. Eagerness… purpose… desire… all of these emotions that normally were suppressed suddenly sprung forth, as though it was a new fuel that he didn’t have before. Leaning forwards, Travis simply waited for directions. Travis wanted to see Callisto again, and the opportunity to lend her and her people a hand was not one that he could pass up. |
[align=center]Engineer; Travis Kable![]() Redemption... for sins incalculable...[/align] Also Plays: Blink; Clarice Ferguson, Flak; Aaron Marcus, Mirari; Sylvia White | |
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| Jean | Sep 19 2008, 10:36 PM Post #6 |
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Telepathy, Telekinesis
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She’d mentally categorized Travis Kable under Technology Inclined Engineer-type and this meeting hadn’t really done anything to change her mind. She wasn’t interested in mechanisms and devices, not because they were too difficult to understand but because they were too simple. There was no puzzle to a spinning gear, it was predictable and it couldn’t fight back… just simply sit there, spinning on its axel. However, the convoluted minds of people, those really what Jean enjoyed unraveling. Jean had her share of flaws, just like everyone else but an inclination to start pointless and unnecessary arguments wasn’t one of them; so when Travis advised caution in dealing with SHIELD, she didn’t point out that they weren’t exactly children taking sweets from a stranger, they’d been doing this for half their lives and knew what was what. Instead, she gave him a small smile and nodded at his comments. “I wanted to… but Callisto had never told me how to get there. I honestly was hoping to wait until she had invited me… but if you know how to get there, I will be there five minutes ago.” ‘Yes’, thought Jean, ‘he may have technical expertise but like many of them, completely lost when it comes to people.’ Giving him a kind smile, she said, “Callisto isn’t really the type to ask for help, even if she knew she needed it. So, if you waited, you’ll probably be waiting a very long time.” Jean knew many scientists and engineers, her husband and Hank McCoy, for starters, and they all seemed to have a common flailing – they loved to over-design and make things more complicated than they really needed to be. “And as for finding her,” she began, “our rescue team brought several Morlocks here for treatment after the flood. I’m sure they could give you better directions than I could.” For a moment, her mind flashed on Artie, the bald, pink-skinned boy, but didn’t volunteer his name; she didn’t want him in the middle of whatever was going on between Travis and Callisto. “Don’t worry about the dorm project; we’re talk about it more when you get finished there.” |
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| Engineer | Sep 27 2008, 11:03 AM Post #7 |
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Fabrication/Reclamation, Intuitive Design
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Another conversation involving SHIELD with Jean and Scott could wait. Honestly, they weren’t his most pressing concern, and likely, they were a little more busy now that Magneto had come back. Travis Kable was likely not on a top rung of the keychain… nor would he be as long as the mutant terrorist moved freely. That would be good for his cover, and make him a lot less noticeable on several scales. Travis Kable might be able to produce technology that SHIELD could use, but he wasn’t out killing people. When Jean mentioned about Callisto’s ‘type’ he nodded and smiled. “I figured as much, but I am also not exactly very forward, to be honest… That, and I am very, very patient.” With that he paused… and listened intently about the way that she knew for him to find the information he needed. She hadn’t even finished saying that they could give him better directions before he stood up. “Thank you. I really do appreciate your time… and now I can make better use of my own. Have a good one, Jean, and I will give you a call and update you as much as I can.” With that, he began a light jog towards the med-lab… Running full sprint through this type of school meant something was wrong, as well as meant running into a lot of kids. A jog just said you were in a hurry. Millions of things ran through the man’s mind, but only one project began to take place. Waste Absorber. There was a lot of waste, to include water, that would need to be contained, and he needed something aside himself to do it… something simple that anyone could use. That way, he could issue them out and have the citizens help themselves instead of wholly relying on him for things. That being said, he made it to the med lab. ~15 Minutes Later~ It was interesting to know how protective the Morlock’s were of their home… how uneasy they were about receiving help or even barely trusting someone. It made sense in some way, seeing that Callisto was their leader and had managed to keep them hidden and safe all these years, but even the patient couldn’t deny him the information once he had shown him what he himself could do. With that, he ran outside, and slid in a small car. He had recently had enough time to take a car that was being worked on and under repairs, mentally fix it, and make two of them… one for the person who owned the vehicle… and one for himself. Granted, his version was more than the ‘standard’ Dodge Neon. Just because he had a schematic for something didn’t mean he had to only duplicate that one part… he could adjust it, fix it, improve it. His Dodge Neon was… enhanced. He proceeded out of the driveway carefully, and sped off as quickly as he could. TBC: Waterlogged -End- |
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