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| Glory and Gore go Hand in Hand; Young Jean | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 25 2015, 11:13 PM (230 Views) | |
| Blink | Mar 25 2015, 11:13 PM Post #1 |
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March 12, 9:45 Sub-Basement Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, such a wonderful place it was. It was a place of protection, learning, and overall well-being. It served as a home for many mutants who needed safeguard from the misunderstanding world. While there, those with abilities could not only be taught in terms of education, but they could also be taught to learn to develop and control their powers. There was no form of discrimination of any sort, many residing with all forms of sexuality, religion, and skin color. In fact, skin colors ranged from every color of the rainbow and more at this place. This haven had its beauty , to say the least, but it also had many… bizarre aspects to it. Considering she’d lived at the Institute for a few years now, Clarice could probably fill a book with a list of strange things she’d seen. At this point, many circumstances that any ordinary person found peculiar didn’t even phase the girl; they were likely everyday for her. However, something had happened early in the morning that never had she ever encountered. The institute had received a call from a police officer stating that a group of students had been out past curfew. Sarah Vale, being the good being that she was, picked up the kids. Most of the students were great and obeyed the rules set for them, but there were occasions in which some stayed out too late or snuck off. Things didn’t become abnormal until Network brought these kids back to the school, they being fully dressed in old uniforms. These ‘students’ weren’t familiar to any as students of Xavier’s, but they were somewhat familiar to all. One wore a red-visor over his eyes, a red headed beauty queen joined him, as well as a seemingly normal looking boy. As conversation commenced, it became clear that the group of gathered X-Men standing on the front porch was looking at (most of) the first class that attended the school. Seeing your leader and your… younger leader together in person… now that was bizarre. How was it even possible? Young Cyclops informed the group that they were there to rescue Warren. As to why they believed their future selves, including an older Warren, would do that remained a mystery to the teleporter. A bit of a battle went down (if you could call it that), ending sooner than expected. The kids were placed in holding cells until everyone could get a grasp on just what in fact they were dealing with. The X-Men and those involved then met, discussing how they should go abouts handling the matter. If they even thought they were going to get any information and cooperation from their younger selves, they figured it was best to make it clear to them that they weren’t the enemy. With that being said, volunteers were needed. Network volunteered to take on the task, but not wanting to overwhelm the one girl (and desiring to do what she could to help), Blink volunteered to help as well. Now, with only about half the amount of sleep she had wished to have, Clarice was up and ready. She’d showered and dressed herself in aqua colored yoga pants, a black runner's jacket with a thin white Xavier’s tee on underneath, and her sneakers. After throwing her dark pink hair into a messy ponytail, she sought to head downstairs. With a mere ‘blink’ she was gone and at the entrance of the holding center. Sensing the being standing before them, the slider doors opened up. Inside she found only young Hank McCoy and young Jean Grey. It appeared as if Sarah had beaten her to the cells this morning. When the meeting had been held, Clarice and Sarah chose who they’d tour, the teleporter choosing Jean. The telepathic/telekinetic mutant had always been an inspiration for Clarice as she was growing up at the school. She’d done so much, gone through so much. Giving the tour was her way of drawing closer to her… sorta. “Good morning.” she greeted, looking over the two mutants. “I’m Clarice.” Walking over to a control panel, she began to power down Jean’s cell. “I’m sorry you all are having to go through this.” After placing her thumb on the panel, the device checked for authenticity, then overriding the activation command on Jean’s cell. Turning to face the cells, she smiled lightly at the redhead. “Miss Grey, I’ve been asked to give you a tour of the institute. Hank, I believe Sarah will be giving you one once she’s done with Scott. Is there anything I can get for you all before we get started?” |
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| Young Jean | Mar 30 2015, 06:03 PM Post #2 |
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“Hank,” Jean patted his arm in what she hoped was a reassuring way, but really, was there anyway to be reassuring after what he’d learned. “Whatever happened to turn you blue and furry, we can find out what happened and make sure it doesn’t.” That was a hopeless lie; they wouldn’t be allowed to retain these memories, there was too much risk in corrupting the future – taking that left fork in the road instead of the right, because the right lead to blue fur, and while that would seem like a win for Hank, what else would they change by doing that? Nope, these people wouldn’t risk it. “And really, who cares about blue fur? I saw a guy with scales and a girl pointy quills that looked like they’d turn anyone she cuddled up with into a pin cushion. Hank?” She rubbed his arm but he didn’t stir. “Hey, it’s a pink girl,” Jean poked Hank in the side to get his attention. She saw his eyes flick toward her but he didn’t speak as she explained that they would be guided around this new and strange school of the future. “Hi, Clarice, and Jean is fine,” Jean said as she left Hank to mull over his thoughts. She shook her head at Clarice’s offer to get them something. “Nothing except Warren, about seventeen year olds and yay high,” Jean waggled her hand a few inches over her head. “But I don’t suppose you have any in stock, uh? Thought not. Where are we heading first?” |
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| Blink | Apr 17 2015, 12:57 PM Post #3 |
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Seeing how Jean was next to Hank, who appeared to be sulking, made her think of the older Jean she knew. She was like a mother to the school. Any and all who needed guidance could come to her. Whether the help needed was related to anything school-related or even personal, she was there. Due to the way Hank was acting and what Jean said regarding a pink girl, it was obvious he was shocked by his future self. Imagining herself in that position, she likely would have acted in a similar manner. If she saw her future self as a green, super tall, and hairless being, she’d be pretty shocked. Thankfully, though, she had people like Jean who could help her get through anything. “Hi, Clarice, and Jean is fine,” Jean was acting quite a bit friendlier than Blink had imagined. Of course, this was Jean Grey, a prime example of kindness. However, time travel plus teenage hormones plus a missing boyfriend led the teleporter to think she might act on emotion. Xavier’s had taught students basic mental procedures to aid in keeping weak telepathic attacks away, though there was really no complete way of avoiding them. Clarice knew how powerful Jean was, or would be; she didn’t want on this one’s bad side. The response the pink girl got when asking if they needed anything brought a smirk to her face. “Nothing except Warren, about seventeen year olds and yay high,” Jean waggled her hand a few inches over her head. “But I don’t suppose you have any in stock, uh? Thought not. Where are we heading first?” “I have one in stock, but I don’t believe its the model you’re looking for.” She replied, smirking. She turned to face the entrance of the holding room, proceeding to walk out. When it came to where they would be heading first. "You'll see soon enough. You'll probably figure out before we even get there. " Clarice led her down a hallway with a lone, circular door at the end of it. As they approached it, the door came to life. A flash of light scanned the two mutants, identifying them as members of the school. “Welcome, Clarice Ferguson and Jean Grey.” It stated in its robotic voice. A smirk took to the pink girl’s face, seeing that it still recognized the younger Jean. The door rolled open, revealing Cerebro. “I’m sure you know what this place is, though I do suppose it has changed a lot in twenty years.” she paused for a moment, looking the room over as she stepped in. “It’s changed a lot just since I’ve been here.” |
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| Young Jean | Apr 22 2015, 05:55 PM Post #4 |
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“Yeah, I’m looking for a model with fewer miles, about twenty years fewer,” she quipped back to Clarice and smiled. She was a nice girl, and the way Clarice looked at her was like… a favored relative, aunt or cousin, she guessed. They weren’t related, of course, except of their shared condition as mutants and love for this school. “I don’t know,” Jean began, “this place has changed so much. We didn’t used to have jail cells in the basement, just a gym and practice shooting range, for Slim,” she added. “Nothing like this,” she said following at Blink’s side. Long corridors, bright and off-white, like a military complex, branched off and disappeared into more T-sections. “This place is huuuuge,” Jean said in awe, her head swiveling as she tried to take in everything at once. “Not a lot of personality though,” she observed. “I bet that was Scottie; he’s more of a ‘functionality over looking pretty’ kind of guy. Unless things have changed,” but she doubted it. Jean stuttered to a stop, nonplussed by the door greeting but after a quizzical look to Clarice, followed her in. “Whooooa,” she said in awe as she looked around the huge spherical chamber. A helmet with cables leading out of it into a console rested on a pedestal. “I’m sure you know what this place is, though I do suppose it has changed a lot in twenty years.” she paused for a moment, looking the room over as she stepped in. “It’s changed a lot just since I’ve been here.” “Yeah,” she agreed with a bit of an amazed chuckle. “You’re the queen of understatement, Clarice.” “I never used our Cerebro, only the Professor has,” she going further into the room, her feet taking her closer to the tantalizing helmet. Approaching slowly, like one would a holy relic, Jean picked up the helmet, turning it slowly in her hands, and a person need to be psychic to see that she intended to put it on her head. |
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| Blink | May 6 2015, 10:06 PM Post #5 |
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The younger Jean’s quick reply put a smirk on Clarice’s face. She was just as the teleporter imagined Mrs. Summers being at that age. As they walked down the hallway, the red-head began to tell her of the differences she’d noticed twenty years had on the sub-basement. “We’ve got much more than a gym and shooting range. Just wait until you see the Danger Room or the hangar.” Clarice responded. As they turned the corner, Jean commented on how huge the place was. The downstairs facility was rather large. It was larger than any other basement Clarice had ever seen. It definitely had more interesting things in it than most basements had. The time displaced girl then brought out how the lowest level lacked personality. “I bet that was Scottie; he’s more of a ‘functionality over looking pretty’ kind of guy. Unless things have changed,” The smirk on Clarice’s face escalated into a smile. Even at the young age she was, she knew Scott so well. “They haven’t much.” Blink quickly quipped back at her. Another sound of fascination escaped the girl’s mouth as the door to Cerebro scanned the two girls over, then revealing the interior. Jean’s reaction to it was enough to be able to tell that Clarice was right in assuming it had changed over time. How crazy and exciting it must have been for the time travelling kids to see all that they would become. “You’re the queen of understatement, Clarice.” It was odd, seeing one of your role models in their younger teenage form. Clarice felt as if she could have been close friends with Marvel Girl; this interaction was proof of it. “I never used our Cerebro, only the Professor has,” Letting Jean walk in, the teleporter only stepped in the entrance, leaning against the curved opening. “It’s a powerful device.” She’d stated, looking up at the curved room. It wasn’t until after she’d returned her gaze to the red-head that she noticed she’d picked the helmet up. In an instant, with the familiar ‘blinking’ sound of her teleportation, she’d materialized in front of Jean. Placing a hand on the top of the helmet so as to prevent the girl from putting it on her head, she looked into her eyes. “As much as I wish I could let you and would like to see you use Cerebro, I can’t allow you to.” Gently taking the helmet from Jean’s hands, with her permission, she placed it back onto the small stand in which it rested. |
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| Young Jean | May 26 2015, 11:57 PM Post #6 |
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“As much as I wish I could let you and would like to see you use Cerebro, I can’t allow you to.” While Clarice’s back was to her, putting the helmet back on its stand, something flashed in young Jean’s eyes, so brief that anyone looking might not have see it at all, something… sinister. “Then what was the point of bringing me here, Clarice?” Jean snapped hotly. “Just to show me a future that I won’t be able to remember? Show me all the wonderful gadgets and that Scott and I get a Happily ever after ending; the ending that Warren and I don’t get. How is that going to help anything? If I can’t use it, the why isn’t someone else using it to find Warren? Why is this place sitting empty?” She ranted, young Jean’s frustrations, fear, and lack of decent sleep bubbling up and spilling over and the only person within range; unfortunately, that was Clarice. “Arrrgg,” she practically growled in irritation and stormed her way to the door. There were no signs on the walls, assuming that if you had a right to be down here then you knew where you were going. Jean set off in a random direction, only making sure that it wasn’t the direction they had come by. “There are a lot more mutants now, with a lot better powers, and better trained,” Jean still ranted as she fast-walked down the hall to who-knows-where, “but nobody is doing anything!” |
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