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| Topic Started: Oct 18 2014, 07:53 AM (128 Views) | |
| Chamber | Oct 18 2014, 07:53 AM Post #1 |
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October 11 2014 2pm The sounds of pages turning was a different type of music to his ears than usual, but beautiful to hear none the less. Jono was currently sitting in a comfy chair with a stack of books beside him. The Name in the Wind, Game of Thrones, Reaper's Gale, Mistborn, and a multitude of others were but a few of the books that he had been keeping his eye on to read. Lately he had had quite some time to get some reading done and so he had found himself in the library on more than one occasion with book in his hands. Wearing a pair of jeans, a white open chest shirt that left his flame exposed and a pair of converse sneakers, Jono sat and flipped the book of his current novel reveling in the world that was unwinding in front of him. It was always interesting to him to read books and see how the world in the pages and the world outside were somewhat similar. While some characters had crazy god-like powers, he chuckled softly at the irony that he to had god-like powers so to speak. Reaching while still reading he grabbed a bottle of water and uncorking poured some onto this roiling flame. As soon as it contacted the flame, it sizzled and created a cloud of steam that passed around his face. Waving a hand to dissipate it, Jono turned a page with the other hand and ran a hand through his shoulder length hair. He'd have to get it cut soon, but that could wait for another day. Lifting his eyes from the page, he looked at the door as a group of students came in with their bags. They were from the junior high classes and one noticed the X-man sitting in the chair and nudging the others told them to be quiet. The group of them moved off to a table and settled, pulling out tablets and books on which to do their homework. Every now and then one would look his direction whether in awe or curiosity he didn't know. He just kept reading his book and drinking his water which created a cloud of steam around him. Looking up again as someone else entered the library, Jono tilted his head as his flame whirled through the air. He recognized her but couldn't quite place her face, but he did think about going up and talking to her, but still a somewhat shy guy he remained in his chair with his book. |
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| Martha Johansson | Oct 19 2014, 09:21 AM Post #2 |
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Since graduating from the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters and joining the Mansion residents as a component of the Legacy Squad, Martha's visits to the library had diminished to occasionally grabbing a book off any shelf when particularly bored or free from the tumultuous lifestyle required by every hero. Was that what she was now? A hero? Well, she had to be. Otherwise residing at the Mansion seemed counterintuitive; she certainly didn't expect helpless civilians to chant her name and constant attention, but rather considered the other definition of 'hero' applicable. The definition that divided good and bad: whereas the Brotherhood vied for mutant supremacy she and her compatriots assisted in bringing about a beneficial change peacefully, hoping to eventually persuade the public to abandon their protests and pitchforks and realize a mutant only differed from a human in genetics. Whether said change would actually occur was debatable, but the optimist within, regardless of how much she'd seen and how much she'd participated, hoped that change was not only possible but guaranteed. Today, however, that optimist remained silent while Martha opted to spend an hour or two, maybe even more, searching the library shelves for a good read. She was curious if it carried Fifty Shades of Grey -- almost bereft of any literary value (and that was a generous description), it nevertheless intrigued the telepath and appealed to her... adventurous persona. Although she assumed it was better to wonder than pursue, so instead decided to direct her search elsewhere and only delve into Fifty Shades of Grey if she happened to find it. Another part of her just wanted to know how many times sex was referenced. Maturity: what a wonderful thing. Martha wasn't far behind the herd of students and smiled discreetly when she briefly overheard their conversation. She fondly remembered when, after accepting her mutation and seeking friendship, she joined such groups and trekked to the library or wherever for a day of studying. Entering the library soon after, Martha's eyes lingered on several students who repeatedly glanced toward another occupant. Jono Starsmore; she recognized the man, something that wasn't difficult when his defining feature was an empty cavity. Deciding to forgo the book hunt for now, the telepath wandered over to him and slid into the seat across from Chamber. A student looked up at Martha and so she chose to keep her words private. ::Mind if I join you? If I'm disturbing you I can leave. Just say the word and I'm gone.:: |
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| Chamber | Oct 24 2014, 04:55 AM Post #3 |
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He looked at the brunette as she followed in behind the group of students. Not many people came into the library these days anymore, so it was interesting to see someone of the older class enter. When she took a seat across from him, he raised his eyes and looked her over. Martha, that was her name he recalled remembering her from one of the telepathic classes. If he remembered correctly, she was an extremely powerful telepath and she had graduated with top honors in her class. Nodding at her as she sat down Jono marked his spot and then closed the book as she mentally spoke into his mind. ::Of course not Martha, nice to see you. You look well, looking for a particular book or are you just here to browse through the library collection?:: he asked her as he ran a hand through his flames, catching some and tossing it back and forth between his hands. ::What do you think of helping out with the Legacy squad? Do you like being seen as a hero? It can be a pretty overwhelming experience though you learn to deal with it.:: he sent to her as he tossed the fireball back into his furnace. ::Have you noticed how the students keep looking at you and me, somehow expecting us to say something to each other. Or at least to hear you talking to me, it certainly seems like they want to hear the conversation:: he sent her again. Glancing at the students he caught a few of them looking their way, before they caught his eyes and looked away. With a quick motion, he flooded his eyes with his orange flame and they burst with the energy. Looking back at Martha, he held his up arms in a humorous shrug. |
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| Martha Johansson | Dec 28 2014, 02:03 AM Post #4 |
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Those flames emanating from Jono were admittedly a distraction (anyone constantly aflame certainly drew attention) and, had this been several years prior, Martha's gaze most probably wouldn't waver from his chest (or lack thereof). It was astonishing, actually; the multicolored flesh of other mutants (whether blue or green or yellow or a mixture of assorted colors rivaling the beauty of any rainbow) no longer fazed her, yet someone with a collapsed thorax was akin to observing a horrendous vehicular accident. She should have looked away but, unfortunately, she couldn't. However, Jono Starsmore was no longer a stranger. Both telepaths never shared a particularly riveting conversation but he was unmistakable, and as a fellow telepath she found strict psychic speech far from awkward. Unlike the nosy students nearby so keen on eavesdropping. His question filled her mindspace, prompting Martha to answer almost instinctively. Perhaps adopting telepathic dialogue was an easier (and more effective) alternative. ::You look well yourself, flames and all. At the risk of enduring possibly permanent ridicule, I thought about exploring the world of Fifty Shades of Grey. For comedic purposes, that is. Y'know, I've heard the book is basically porn surrounded by the occasional adjective.:: Martha chuckled audibly. ::You must think I'm insane.:: His next inquiry prompted her to adopt a soft smile conveying consideration. ::The Legacy Squad? It's a wonderful and fulfilling opportunity and the capacity for heroics is amazing. But when I first started I don't think there was a single moment where I wasn't frightened or disturbed. It's a lot to handle, especially for someone like me whose only accomplishments are telepathic. Now, though, I can't imagine a life where I didn't help save the world. A little narcissistic, maybe, but I did, in fact, help save the world, just as everyone else in the Mansion.:: She leaned back nonchalantly, watching the transient fireball. ::You, however, are a full-fledged X-Man. That must be an exciting life, far more exciting than the Legacy Squad. That's where I hope to be some day, with the future X-Men.:: He then directed her attention again to the nearby students and, again, their eyes shifted upon meeting the two telepaths' gazes. They were embarrassed, though Martha was unsure if it had to do with watching the silent conversation or the man with fire shooting from his eyes. ::I was once like them, astounded at the varied collection of mutants. So I can't say I blame them, although it would be helpful if they stopped. As a telepath I already have that "sixth sense", as I'm sure you do, too; it's not at all easier if you can also feel their eyes on you. I don't mean to be rude, but how is it? Living with eyes always on you. I mean, here at the Mansion everyone understands the fire. But younger students certainly consider you an anomaly.:: Finally, Martha turned to the students one last time and said, "If you're waiting for something verbal, we're sorry to disappoint. But if you're starving for gossip, I suggest standing outside the girls' washroom". |
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| Chamber | Jan 14 2015, 07:04 AM Post #5 |
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A telepathic chuckle emanated from the fire filled man at her mention of Fifty Shades of Grey. ::Well I definitely have to say I was not expecting to hear that coming from you, I figured something maybe more fictional or non-fictional but how you read is all up to you,:: he commented back ::though I do love the how you tossed in the comedic bit at the end. As for insane, I say what a lady does in her private time is all up to her:: The last line was met with a wink of his fiery eyes as they powered down back to his regular brown. It was always nice to have a conversation with another telepath, it made talking so much easier especially when you didn't have to move your mouth. As she spoke about her experience in Legacy squad, Jono nodded remembering his time learning and working his way up to being an X-man. It certainly was tough to get him into the team and it definitely took alot, but it was worth it when he had gotten onto the team. Tilting his head he crinkled his eyes in the corners in thought before answering. ::It was definitely a tough thing to do, especially with my type of power. It made going out in public a little more interesting than others. Though when I was able to find my niche in the team, I worked well with others and was able to do my part for the team. As for you being an X-man I think you would be a great candidate.:: Her comment about the students watching him was an interesting one. It was true that he got many many looks, especially from the younger students and even the newer staff. ::You are right with the 'sixth sense' type of thing, it always happens especially to me,:: he responded back to her lacing his fingers together ::and your not being rude. It can sometimes be hard, especially in public always getting glares or angry glances. Most people are civil as long as I have my bandages up, many of them assuming that I have been injured quite badly. I've even been asked how I am still up and walking around. As for being an anomaly, I don't mind it from time to time. For example, I know that I am a mutant by definition but I also don't know how much more my flame can do. Am I something entirely different or am I still mortal. I am not entirely sure. It makes me a little nervous to know that I may be something other than that.:: Jono watched as she spoke to the younger students about looking for gossip. ::Yeah you tell em to go fish for news elsewhere:: he chuckled to her as he grabbed his water bottle and poured some into his flame, subsequently causing more steam and somehow making him feel less thirsty. |
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