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| Topic Started: Sep 26 2010, 07:55 AM (427 Views) | |
| Warpath | Sep 26 2010, 07:55 AM Post #1 |
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September 20 3:14 p.m. Sweat beaded down over the bandana which pulled the hair back and out of James Proudstar's eyes. It slid down his furrowed brow and dripped onto his shirt collar. Even though summer was technically over, it was still very warm outside and the concrete on which he was lying was roasting. He was underneath his main method of transportation, an old, battered Jeep, doing some necessary mechanical work. The transmission had been whiny lately, and his air filter needed fixing. There wasn't much going on this lazy Monday, with most of the kids just now getting out of school, so James had been puttering around in the garage for much of the day doing his best to keep his beloved old Wrangler in top shape. It was a worn vehicle, with the paint chipping in a few spots and more than a few dents and scratches down its dark green sides. It wasn't flashy either. James privately doubted it could reach the 110 mph speed that marked the maximum on the speedometer. But it got him where he wanted to go and there was the sentimental factor that it used to be John's car before he had passed it down to James. John's dog tags dangled from the rear view mirror, a constant reminder to the young Apache of the good his brother had done for his country and family. Worming his way to get a better angle to try to unscrew the air filter, James swore. His huge hands kept getting caught on the metal frames and wires that seemed to cover almost every inch under the hood. Clearly the designer of the car hadn't planned on men as big as James having to stick their large fingers through the little nooks and cranny's that made up the guts of the car. Annoyed, James tried to force the screwdriver he was holding to the spot where it needed to go, only succeeding in losing his grip on the tool and it falling from his grasp rolling out under the car. James swore again and took a swig out of the bottle of beer he had smuggled up under the car. He started shifting back and forth trying to figure out how he was going to pry himself out from under the car without knocking his head in a few spots when a sound of footfalls reached his enhanced hearing. Someone was approaching and stopped in front of where he was working. "Can I get a little help?" James called, pointing to the screwdriver that had rolled away from his grasp and now sat at the newcomer's feet. |
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| KallenJennison | Sep 26 2010, 04:58 PM Post #2 |
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“…which is precisely why I’m suggesting for it to be referred to as Provectus Genesis Sapiens! It’s clearly a more direct way of describing the species--” said Kallen in a strong English accent, obviously getting cut off on his conversation. He had on account of an accident, randomly walked through the halls with a notebook in his face by one hand and cell phone in the other. “Dad I know this! However, signifying the species as ‘homo sapiens superior’ is simply ludicrous! You are indicating that any person with an active X-gene is, by your definition, a ‘Superior Knowing Man’. You see where I have a problem with this, correct? I attempted to tutor a girl earlier today who thought the square root of thirty-six was cupcakes… with sprinkles.” This actually happened to Kallen more often than even he would like to admit. He often got into intense conversations that simply made his space out. Upon spending four years within the walls of Xavier’s School one would assume that Kallen would have run out of places to wander into by now, but just kept on amazing himself with what could be his apparent mutant powers: getting lost. Right as he had entered the garage, a beautiful car had caught his eyes. There was a Jeep, dark green in color and looking as if it had been through hell and back staring at him. Kallen had hung up his cell phone with his father on the other line as soon as he saw the car. It had reminded him of the Jeep he had himself that was currently just collecting rust at his parents’ place. He remembered taking his friends to some special barbeques and whatnot. The good… and not so good memories that surrounded it made him smile. Okay, well perhaps not smile, but definitely a smirk at the least. It was then that Kallen snapped out of his reality world, and heard something drop to the floor and saw a screwdriver that rolled towards his way. He picked up the screwdriver from the floor and moved towards the man who seemed to have had a hard time with mechanics. Kallen squatted down, putting his arms on his knees as he looked and waved at one of the other X-Men. James Proudstar had an impeccable body, muscles all trimming the correct places, long luxurious Native American hair and sun-kissed skin enough to make Malibu Barbie jealous. Yet, being slightly handicapped in anything that didn’t involve logic, Kallen said the one thing he knew consistently. “Hi there. What are you doin here, James?” the young man asked, eager to hear what he would do with the car. |
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| Warpath | Sep 26 2010, 09:11 PM Post #3 |
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The phone call conversation taking place between the oldest X-Student and someone else trailed off and James saw Kallen's head pop down to his level. He was holding the screwdriver that James needed as well. "Car needs a little tune up." He replied. Mind handing me that screwdriver? Thanks man," James said accepting the tool. He poked up through the mess and finally fished the screwdriver through. With a few deft movements of the wrist, he finally pried the air filter away from the body. Sighing in relief, James squirmed his way out from under the car and carried the filter to the work bench. Rummaging through the toolbox, he finished off his beer and tossed it into the trash can. "Would offer you a brew but that was my last," he apologized as he pulled a new air filter from its plastic box. "Keep them in a mini fridge in my room." He chuckled. "For some reason, Scott's not so keen on me stocking the Mansion fridge with them. Thinks the temptation would be too much to bear for some of the younger munchkins." Warpath walked back over and ran a hand down the side of his Jeep. "This old hunk of metal has seen better days," he mused. absently trying to buff out a scratch near the grill. "But it gets me where I'm going and that's about all I can ask." He gave the other mutant a side long glance. "Interesting little conversation you were having. Not trying to eavesdrop or anything but when you've got this hearing you almost can't help it," he tapped the side of his head for emphasis. "Always did think it was a little bold for us to go by the whole Homo Superior rap. Though I'm sure Magneto and his cronies love it. Not really the best way to promote coexistence when your calling yourself better than the other people. Name's kind of stuck now though." |
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| Lucia | Sep 27 2010, 10:26 AM Post #4 |
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Despite having never taught before in a professional sense, Lucia was coming to enjoy the afternoon physics class she instructed. Helming a small cluster of teenagers and educating them on the workings of the world had an oddly therapeutic effect. Whatever bothersome motes wafted up from other parts of her life could be forgotten amidst the company of students, and she was never short of questions to spring on the unsuspecting. And so after class had concluded and she had shuffled the little cherubs away, Lucia would roam the mansion grounds. At first she had just wandered aimlessly, quite happy to observe and experience whatever flanked the winding paths of Xavier's Mansion. But after assembling a mental map of the grounds ostensible layout, her walks had become much more deliberate in nature and frugal in their trajectory. Wasting little time and calculating in her head the most efficient routes, the blonde rewarded her accuracy at home with a bubble-spa foot massage and an hour of Days of our Lives on TV. The path Lucia had taken today lead her right past the open bays of the garage. Alerted to conversation within, she at first paid it no heed until words such as 'homo-superior', 'Magneto' and 'coexistence.' piqued her curiosity and tempted her with the idea of witnessing a political debate in process. Lured in like a fish on a hook, Lucia ventured into the closest open bay-door and was greeted by the tangy scent of engine grease and oil. Unfortunately her lust for verbal conflict, there was no escalating political debate. At least there didn't seem to be. Her inspection brought Lucia to a pair of gentlemen instead, who were standing around a green jeep that carried more tell-tale signs of character and adventure than a movie poster. One of the gents was willowy and thin, and barely much older than Lucia herself. The other man though had at least a decade over her sculptured into his features, and his height and shoulders instinctively told her that he'd make an agile hunter and provider. Actually, now that Lucia thought about it, most of the males near her age at the school seemed slender in appearance. Especially when compared to the older males whose bodies flexed with cord-like muscle. How peculiar. Realising she was in a slightly awkward position, having seemingly just rolled in off the street to stop and stare, Lucia quickly devised a method to not appear like a complete burke. She hoped. 'Oh hey there.' she started evenly, smiling, 'I didn't see you! The bay doors were open and, well, sometimes the walk home needs some sightseeing! I'm not intruding...?' Smooth, Lucia congratulated herself. |
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| KallenJennison | Sep 28 2010, 08:14 AM Post #5 |
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Kallen stood up to get out of James’ way and parked himself sitting on the hood of one of the other cars. James seemed like a man’s man: tools, cars and beer. He supposed if he hadn’t been so intrigued by math and science, he would have excelled in those certain aspects of a man’s life… but then again, who was he kidding? Seeing James toss the empty can into the trashcan with ease without looking made him think twice. It could have been from his mutant abilities, but it would absolutely be luck if Kallen could do that as well. “It’s okay, I prefer my vodkas and gins anyway,” he chuckled. “I doubt any of the kids here would be man enough to drink those straight.” Seeing James with his Jeep made Kallen miss his very much. Of course he knew next to nothing about the actual mechanics of the car, and if James asked him anything about it the most he would be able to say was that it was yellow and was from the early nineties. He knew something about oil, tires and something about a cooler… or coolant or something that was in the hood of the car. “I hear that. I own one too actually, and I miss it quite terribly,” he began. He pondered if he would expand on continuing about the conversation, but he had little to contribute other than the places his car had taken him. Thank god James changed the subject. “Oh yeah! I was just telling my father-- who’s a geneticist, by the way-- that calling ourselves Homo Sapiens Superior is just absolutely absurd! Here we are trying to explain to everyone we’re just the same as them and we go calling ourselves better by the label we put on ourselves. And that’s the problem with this society too! Everyone is so obsesses with labels and cliques that everything has to have a name. If we really want to be understood we should be called Provectus Genesis Sapiens, which loosely translates to “men with advanced genetics”. That would be more proper considering its true that our genes are simply advancing into the next stage of evolution. As far as the synapses and the---” Kallen suddenly paused. He realized that he was going off into a tangent. James probably didn’t want to be listening to any of the dorky things that Kallen had known. Sometimes he amazed himself at how he could be so embarrassing. “I’m sorry. I’m talking your ear off, aren’t I?” he asked, lowering his head down a bit. “I could talk about this for hours but I keep forgetting that not everyone is interested in things I have to say.” And just like that, almost as if he was in a movie, Lucia walked into the garage with one graceful move. How appropriate. She would save him from further humiliation without even knowing it. She was like an angel in disguise. “Hey there Luc! You’re not intruding at all. We were just discussing cars and umm… I guess labels and terminology. James’ topic was more interesting though, I almost fell asleep talking about Latin myself,” he said and followed with a chuckle. He rubbed the back of his head, his signature trademark when he had done something awkward he was aware of. “actually I just got lost walking up and about the mansion. I have a habit of doing that. I don‘t know how you guys keep track of this place. It‘s so big here.” |
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| Warpath | Oct 4 2010, 06:47 AM Post #6 |
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Shrugging, James attempted to keep up with Kallen's frenzied pace on the conversation, "It is an interesting thought. I don't think you could get it changed at this point, though. To be completely honest I don't think it really makes that much of a difference. What is it that ole Bill Shakespeare would say? Something about a rose still being a rose no matter what you called it. Way I see it you can call us Homo Superior, Pro-whatever Sapiens, superhumans, or whatever just as long as one part stays, the humanity part." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, choosing his next words carefully. "Not trying to put down the geneticists or anything but on the grand scheme of things does it even matter? There's two kinds of people in this world. There are the people who will focus on the different part of the name, the same kind of people who couldn't get past the color of somebody's skin or something else about the way a person looked throughout history. Then there's the people who are going to look at what's the same and focus on that. These are the enlightened people. The ones who realize that we are simply people who were born different. We have different thoughts, ideals, and lifestyles. They'll judge us as individuals, by our actions, not by our label. We just gotta hope that there are more people out there in the second group than in the first." At this point in the conversation Lucia joined their discussion and timidly spoke from the doorway. James raised a hand in greeting and motioned for her to join, grinning as she stumbled through her words awkwardly. "No need for an explanation. One thing that you will learn is that at Xavier's almost no conversation or get together is ever private for long. I can't tell you how many times I've had people project themselves telepathically or teleport in and out of conversations. Pull you up a chair if you can find one. We are just reliving old glory days in beat up cars and trying to solve all of the world's mutant problems. No biggie." He chuckled again ant his own joke before ducking down underneath he hood and biting his lip. "Might have a fan belt loose, too," he muttered to himself, prodding at one of the instruments inside of the Jeep. |
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| Lucia | Oct 5 2010, 11:36 AM Post #7 |
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'Latin?' Lucia's eyebrows perked, intrigued. It was one of the languages in which she as fluent. She didn't know Kallen was interested in that hoary old dialect! She had conversed with him a few times, and enjoyed each encounter thoroughly, so it was odd that something like that hadn't come up already. Guess the proverb was true: we really did learn something new every day. 'Who ever found a language kept alive only by literary elitist's and scientific names snooze-inducing?' she grinned. Standing still, a rather mysterious smile etched into her features, the blonde took in the two males before her: they couldn't be father apart aesthetically. 'I always enjoyed Deutsch more than Latin, though. Phonetically much more aggressive.' It also helped that Lucia's own ancestry resided within the German heartland. Before the blonde could continue and spout off a few phrases in her favorite second-language, James chimed in to assure her that she was not interrupting. His answer was actually rather long, but Lucia didn't mind. She liked hearing him talk. However he did touch lightly upon one particular topic that interested her quite deeply: telepathic intrusion. Lucia possessed a number of intensely private thoughts and she wanted to keep them that way, and so she had pondered methods that might guard against a nosey telepath. She had considered efforts as mundane as repetitive thinking: focusing on one little song over and over in ones head to confound passing telepathic scans. But that wouldn't fool a determined analyser. That had led to the idea of working with some neuroscientists to devise a mechanism that could insulate the brain from psychic spying. "...might have a fan belt loose, too," James finished, ducking back beneath the hood of his jeep. Snapping herself out of the daydream, Lucia blinked away her paranoid thoughts and grinned. Walking along the ridge of the vehicle and stopping herself near the two fellows, the blonde folded her arms and peered into James' workings. 'Isn't it frustrating? When thinking of mutant matters fitting into an organised system like a operational engine...how all the functioning pieces can be brought low by one faulty part? |
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| KallenJennison | Oct 10 2010, 10:15 PM Post #8 |
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Fantatic. It was not in Kallen’s intention of demeaning or making James feel as though he was being judged. He might not even have felt that way but Kallen, being oblivious to anything regarding questionable logistics he can’t comprehend (such as feelings), once again simply wanted to get his point across that the label had been wrong. It was like putting “ketchup” on a mayonnaise jar. However, he supposed that what James said would have still been applicable. If someone had picked up the jar and clearly saw the white inside, they would know that it wasn’t ketchup. Still, it was weird for Kallen to actually understand what James was saying on a small scale. There was difficultly when it came to understanding a person like him, very in tune with nature and the incalculable aspects of things (again… that feeling business), but he supposed that if people were willing understand him with his math and science reasoning, he should be able to do the same for them in return. “I guess I realize what you’re saying. We are all still human yes, but my mere point is that people are threatened by us, and not without good reason either. Who knows if there are other mutants out there with the abilities that rival or even surpass that of Apocalypse? And who is to say that we aren’t arrogant as a species with superiority complex issues calling ourselves “superior”? I agree that as a whole, we don’t differ very much from humans, but as a society I believe we need to start making changes. We plead with everyone for tolerance for the mutant community when what we should be doing is striving for acceptance and understanding. Sure, the labeling of our certain genes is not going to solve all the problems, but I believe that it would be a good start by not calling ourselves superior to them,” Kallen… started. Sure he had more to say, a lot more actually but he always got uncomfortable with the way he began to feel once he started a rant. It was passion and aggression, something that he always tried to keep in check. He wasn’t a public speaker. In fact, people often began to drool or fall asleep when delivering his fantastic messages. So quitting while he was ahead seemed like a good idea. Thank god for Lucia coming in and breaking the attention away from him digging a hole. Lucia looked stunning, fitting in very well with the rest of the others that lived in the school. It was almost ridiculous, really. It seemed more of a school for physically attractive misfits than anything else, but it didn’t bother him. Most of them had as beautiful of minds as they did their outer looks. Lucia had always intrigued him, the conversations that two have had in the past had always enlightened him. She was smart and witty, something Kallen really enjoyed in a person’s personality trait. “Yes, well, if one looked at the situation from James’ point of view perhaps it would be changed to something more along the lines of ‘all the functioning pieces working harmoniously hand in hand with one small change’,” he said in return. “Need help with that?” he asked James, attempting to be of some use while they continued to discuss mutant ethics and whatnot. |
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