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Gaining a Mentor Dani Style; [Pyrrhic - PM to Join]
Topic Started: Apr 6 2014, 04:30 PM (559 Views)
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Hormones were powerful masters of teenagers across the world. Teens found themselves engaging in stupid behaviors to prove some sort of pride point that in all honesty was unimportant and foolishness. Ros wasn't immune to such idiocy. He once got stuck inside of a dryer for half an hour in a show of machoness between him and a few of his friends. It did not help matters that the friend who's clothing dryer he had gotten stuck in had an older and highly attractive sister. Since the dryer day Ros had become slightly more aware of when those wonderful little slave masters were trying to get him to stop listening to the brain.

Of course he was still likely to ignore that little warning. There were dates, there were more stupid stunts, and if Ros was any bit normal, those probably would continue on the rest of his life. So it wasn't that bad of an idea for Zoe to try a bit of flirtation after she had scolded him. After her little "whisper" in his ear the Syracusean gave the body part a little tug. The idea of being somone's defender did have its appeal. Every action that he took as far as his social life went had been in trying to cause the least amount of trouble for his parents. Thus why he got stuck inside dryers rather than inside of jail.

But the entire "You don't get to use self-pity around me" argument bugged him. He looked at them both as if they had lobsters crawling out of their ears at such an argument. These were people who he viewed as having to be more intelligent than him. One was years older, the other in a higher grade level. And yet they were just giving him arguments that wouldn't hold up in a debate, at least not in a way that he could see.

"So you're saying that someone who has had a parent die should not feel sorrow because there are people out there who had their entire families killed off in a genocide?" he asked them raising an eyebrow, "I admit that it's an extreme example, but the idea behind it is the same. Just because my powers don't isolate me the way they do you Zoe, or strike a larger target like yours did Miss Moonstar does not mean I'm not allowed to have my own issues. Your mugger scenario leaves me with the risk of gutting you because you are so close to me, and chopping off Miss Moonstar's hand. But because you two aren't that target I just busted up there's more than just 'Oh look at the broken gun'. I've now gutted myself and given me only one functioning hand. What I do to you I've done to myself."

He took a quick breath and plunged onwards before either lady could try telling him he was wrong again. "All those people that you make live out their worst fears, do you go through the nightmares at the same time as them? All of them, all together, not one at a time. Would you have wanted to have to learn your powers by having people force you into that hell every time? And then have people call you a liar because you share a story with those you frightened? Or just have them tell you to suck it up because they got over their fears while you still are in the middle of the other twenty or thirty ones?"

As he spoke Ros's grip on the bow tightened, trying to keep his anger from showing in anything more than his voice. It would be more successful if not for the slight tremble that went up through his arms. For the first time he was being given a chance to really speak his mind about this and he wanted so desperately for his message to get through at least one skull for a change. "It adds up over time, all the cuts I cause, and I can't do anything to stop that pain but wait until the person I hit drugs up and gets stitches. Then I have to wait for their bodies to heal. I'll learn how to use my powers, I wouldn't have left Mom and Dad if I didn't want to learn, but I will not learn by forcing myself to the point where I'm going to make myself black out because I've sent my class to the hospital again. So yeah, call it selfish, call it self-pity. I'm not in control, but I'm at least smart enough to realize that the possible pros of having me sling stuff around others doesn't outweigh the cons. I'll use it when there's nobody nearby to get hurt."

His piece spoken Ros's head snapped down to the ground and he shifted his body back so that he'd be sideways to the targets. Miss Moonstar said he didn't have to use his powers again for this, so he wasn't going to, and could they please just get back to normal archery? Inner calm, calm mind, clear mind. Couldn't they focus on that now please? His eyes came back up as he sighted the bow, lacking an arrow because he hadn't been given one, and he drew the string back. Down the way the target he had hit earlier had a chunk fall to the ground. He managed to do that much damage without being able to see properly what he did. Slowly letting go of the bowstring Ros dug the heel of his hand into his eyes, trying to get rid of the blur.
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::Wait, you’re confusing me. Are you saying that everything you do with your power somehow happens to you as well, like you feel the damage done to others: Zoe sagged with shocked disbelief. “Oh man that sucks, oh wow. Why didn’t you say so in the first place?” Zoe realised and looked back at Miss Moonstar for a moment before back to Ros. ::Oh dude I’m so sorry, I’m just… yeah real sorry::

Zoe looked away, unsure what to do next. It was one thing to have a hard to control, destructive power, but one that attacked you back when used; Zoe struggled to get her mind fully around the idea.

She did the only thing she could think of doing. Change the subject. ::Hey Ross about what you said earlier, struggling too see the target clearly, are you short sighted at all?:: it was very hard for Zoe to truly empathise with poor vision, she had never really experienced it herself, and never likely would. Instead Zoe held up her hand to wards Ros face but keeping a distance. She made loops with her thumbs and fingers. ::You know, you might look kinda dashing with glasses, proper hipster, not like those wannabes. Hmmm::

Zoe took a step back and gave Ros a good side long look. ::Your form when holding the bow, it looked pretty good, like you’re a natural, and heck, you got the potential build for it. If you wanted, I reckon you could be hella good archer.:: Zoe meant every word, her tone honest and friendly and reassuring.
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"So you're saying that someone who has had a parent die should not feel sorrow because there are people out there who had their entire families killed off in a genocide?" he asked them raising an eyebrow, "I admit that it's an extreme example, but the idea behind it is the same. Just because my powers don't isolate me the way they do you Zoe, or strike a larger target like yours did Miss Moonstar does not mean I'm not allowed to have my own issues...”

Right then and there she wanted to tune him out. Dani didn’t precisely like the look he gave them as if though he were saying, You are not my intellectual equal. Teens were funny like that unable to see how tone could also in turn be taken as a sign of respect and right now his tone was starting to become far too negative. Yet, she listened. It didn’t serve her well to get into a pissing contest with the young man. She afterall made no such argument about one pain being more valuable than another, other than it didn’t suit him to wallow in his pain and misery-a point he had completely ignored.

"All those people that you make live out their worst fears, do you go through the nightmares at the same time as them? All of them, all together, not one at a time. Would you have wanted to have to learn your powers by having people force you into that hell every time? And then have people call you a liar because you share a story with those you frightened? Or just have them tell you to suck it up because they got over their fears while you still are in the middle of the other twenty or thirty ones?"

Again, the boy was revealing more about himself than he dared to even imagine. His initiation into the mutant world was rough. The anger on Ros was palpable, but Dani did not budge, would not seem wounded, or affronted by his verbal accusation. She gave him a simple menacing stare.

“And who is to say one nightmare isn’t equal to that of thirty? That was your earlier argument,” she said in a calm voice. “Watch your grip,” she added as she focused in on the way he held the bow. Poor handling would make for a poor shot. She believed she could still teach a lesson, while enlightening him through his teen angst.

"It adds up over time, all the cuts I cause, and I can't do anything to stop that pain but wait until the person I hit drugs up and gets stitches. Then I have to wait for their bodies to heal. I'll learn how to use my powers, I wouldn't have left Mom and Dad if I didn't want to learn, but I will not learn by forcing myself to the point where I'm going to make myself black out because I've sent my class to the hospital again. So yeah, call it selfish, call it self-pity. I'm not in control, but I'm at least smart enough to realize that the possible pros of having me sling stuff around others doesn't outweigh the cons. I'll use it when there's nobody nearby to get hurt."

Now this final part she lost her patience, but she didn’t lose her temper. No one once suggested he use his power to the point that he would cause him great harm. Zoe did her best to ease the tension, change the subject and create peace, but Dani felt offense at the implication that she would willingly put a child in harm’s way. There was tough love, then there was common sense. She allowed Zoe to tend to Ros as she grabbed a bow and began to shoot for practice, clarity, and to ensure she was an adult in this matter. It was sad to her really, that he had blown this out of proportion. That he saw this as two people not seeing his pain, but what he didn’t understand was that to hide beneath his pain and his issues instead of confronting them would eventually backfire.

He wasn’t ready to listen, not yet at least.

“My secondary mutation is the most volatile one when it comes to harm that comes at my expense. I may make people experience their greatest fears, but I can never know at what expense and how it will backfire on me. Though that other power,” and she slowly looked for a bow she found fitting as she waited for the damage Ros created earlier to make itself known, a chunk of debris falling to the ground. She picked a bow and shot at a tree instead, testing the durability of the bow and nothing more. “Where you have the ability not to use your power, mine can occur without me even wanting it to happen. I connect with animals and ferals and experience what they feel-both the good and the bad.” She reached down to grab another arrow and once again shot at the same tree wanting to create a vertical line. A part of her winced at the damage caused to the tree, but she remembered she needed to check on the health of the trees around the property. She would hate to discover any of them were suffering from damage not noticed. She’d apologize to the groundskeeper later and help him out. Those at the mansion knew Dani enjoyed tending to the trees around the property.

“If I involuntarily connect with an animal who is in pain, I could either experience the pain, blackout, go into shock or die from the shock. You’re very fortunate. I don’t get to wait,” she stated in reference to Ros’ earlier point of having to wait for the other individual to heal. One wrong connection could cause her more damage than the animal or feral experiences. ‘Though let me be clear,” another arrow in her bow flew towards its target, “no one here suggested you injure an entire class or cause yourself so much harm you would black out.” It was selfish on his part to be so scared of his own power he could unintentionally hurt the people he loves most, by caving into that fear. Though beyond the histrionics, beyond the teenage angst, the implication of Dani putting a student at risk bothered her. She would do anything for the students. Pushing them to find their version of greatness. It was not a criticism she would let go of lightly and chose this moment to nip it in the bud, should the young man decide to speak to other students about his (mis)interpretation of today’s events. The woman was tough, much too direct for the soft hearted and thin skinned, but she wasn’t callous, cruel and conniving towards the students. She enjoyed the reputation of task master on the field, but never in the context of harming students.
“Zoe, Your skill with archery is top notch, but there is always room to improve. I hope we can practice together again in the future.” She paused and turned towards Ros. “You should take Zoe’s advice. She has a good eye for archery,” she looked at the two and gave them a nod. “I unfortunately ran out of time today, but feel free to get familiar with the equipment. I’ll pick it up later today. I’ll be around if you need me.”

Teenagers. She would definitely have to get use to being around their high melodrama again and thought to herself she would give Ros space until he sought her out. And if he didn’t that was fine too, as long as he knew her door was always opened, that was what really mattered in the end.


//OOC: End scene for Dani. Having to close out some threads now! Thanks everyone! :)//
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Ros was unsure how to feel. On the one hand he had gotten through to Zoe. The peer that had gotten right in his face and said that he had no right to complain about his powers understood why he did not want to use them around other people. There had been no time for him to see how his small group of friends would react to him being a mutant before being pulled away for his day at court. From there Ros came directly to the school. The other students here were in a situation not much different than his own, taken from their old lives and living in a new location. In such a case you had to find someone to connect to just so that you don't feel all alone. It was nice to be making such connections. Still, Ros felt like he really wasn't being heard by adults. All that was offered in the way of his concerns was “Oh you'll understand when you're older” or “Suck it up”. Miss Moonstar seemed to be more of the second school.

He just sighed when Miss Moonstar tried turning his argument around on him. He hadn't been saying that the pains of one equaled the pains of others. The point had been that he was allowed his complaints because they were no less valid than theirs. Just because his powers did not keep him from doing the sort of things that any normal teen would do did not mean that they weren't troublesome. Everything was subjective when it came to pain, and even the unit of measurement that had been made up was nothing more than a creative word. “The idea is that those thirty are going on at the same time as the one really bad one.” But Miss Moonstar didn't seem interested in anything else Ros had to say.

What got him was that Miss Moonstar had a power that didn't sound much different from his own. She had that same pain link, though with her it was specifically with animals. Having it be something that they couldn't turn off meant that they both had to learn how to deal with the pain. Gradually you built up a tolerance to it, and that was one of the things that scared Ros. He did not want to become a beast that hurt people and felt nothing about it. If he had to use his powers, he wanted to use them to prevent people from getting hurt. And Ros was going to use his powers. Everyone kept thinking that he wasn't. He just was going to learn to do them under his terms, which meant no risk of hurting those around him in the mean time.

Miss Moonstar was going to leave them alone with the archery equipment now, but Ros felt that her excusing herself had something to do with him. Not surprising. He might not understand the workings of the female mind, but Ros was acutely aware of when he managed to piss someone off. She had not given up on him yet. Given that she said that their relationship was going to be a dictatorship sort of relationship, it made more sense for her to reappear sometime in his life. Probably would just show up sometime when he was heading to his next class to take him on a safari or something equally dangerous and bizarre. Ok so maybe a safari was a stretch, but it was hard to imagine what could possibly go on in her head for teaching opportunities. If he did he would have liked to know what was ahead.

For now though he should answer Zoe's question about his vision. Ros frowned slightly as he tried to remember he last time he had had his vision checked. Probably back when he was in elementary school. Back then it seemed like every year the school did eye checks as part of the President Fitness Challenge, or there were the checks at the nurses office. Normal health checks had been disrupted a little by events such as alien invasions. Honestly Ros had no idea if he was short sighted in the medical sense. He knew that he had an easier time reading things that were closer to him than things that were far away, but never had issues with the blackboard at school. A distance that short wasn't as bad as trying to make out the targets in great detail. Besides which didn't you usually get headaches if your vision was bad enough to need glasses? His eyes were a little tired in the morning if he had been up late reading. “Hipster? What?” Ros asked, confuse about the direction that Zoe was taking him. He'd never thought himself as a hipster. The suspenders came about from him liking how they looked on his dad. Alright, so his dad didn't wear highlighter yellow ones, but Ros never claimed that he was good with colors.

Miss Moonstar said to listen to Zoe when it came to archery. There was good cause for it too. Ros still thought he stood no chance against Zoe, no matter what the teen said. His athletic capabilities were lacking for one. Secondly was the fact he couldn't get his mind to clear like Miss Moonstar said was the key. Still it was kind of nice having someone say that he could do something remotely sports like. “By build do you mean gangly arms that unload trucks?” Ros asked Zoe. His was an awkward build still as he continued to grow, but muscles had already started forming in his back and arms from helping his dad with truck day at the store.
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Zoe watched Miss Moonstar leave, unsure what to make of everything. She was not the wisest person in the world, or even in a room alone for that matter. She took life as it came because for her, that worked. Shooting the arrows into the tree and not the target irked her and she would come back to that soon.

Well duh, of course I can still improve, I cant yet hit a moving target and those are the best sort. That’s what Zoe privately thought to herself, and maybe a passing telepath off camera.

Zoe turned to face Ros. She didn’t know the first thing about vision problems since she didn’t actually use her own eyes to see. The psychic entity that she was viewed the world though some mental construct equivalent to pin hole cameras, everything was nicely in focus. That however was not where her thoughts were.

::We have bows, arrows and are currently unsupervised:: Zoe would have grinned from ear to ear if able ::We are officially armed and dangerous. But…first things first. Long gangly truck unloading arms are perfect, for archery and other stuff to boot. I don’t know the physics but apparently longer arms means longer draw means better arrow acceleration, which means faster arrows which means more impact. Follow? No? good.::

Zoe walked up to the tree Miss Moonstar had just violated for no reason Zoe could understand. She tried to pull an arrow free but the wood of the tree gripped it to well for her budge. ::Fuck! Ros, I need a hand here:: and possibly a plant manipulator thought Zoe.
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