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Post by Namacub95 on Sept 25, 2011 16:59:12 GMT -5
Emily felt like punching the air with delight. Star Trek first came out in 1966...and James had helpfully explained he was two years old at that time. With a bit of mental maths she finally came to the conclusion that it was either 1977, 1978 or 1979. Emily grin widened and she gave herself a mental pat on the back.
"I remember my dad and me used to watch Doctor Who every Saturday night." Emily's voice took on a whistful tone when she recalled the memories from before her father's death "He always loved sci fi..."
Of course, the Doctor Who she knew (the 2005 reboot) and the Doctor Who that James knew were very different...but it was a starting point. A common ground apart from their unusal talents.
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Post by Kitexa on Sept 25, 2011 17:15:12 GMT -5
Admittedly the tiniest twinge of jealousy tapped his heart at Emily's response, but he shoved it away; no need to tarnish what was obviously a fond memory with his own childish longings.
"When I was really little, before the school started up, I used to watch Star Trek with my un--with Hank amd Sean." Watch yourself, boy; they aren't REALLY your uncles, remember? Or haven't you outgrown that yet?
"It was kinda funny, actually: Hank was more of a Star Trek guy while Seam prefered "the good doctor."" He shook his head, brushing aside the strands that fell loose into his eyes. "Half the time the TV was on they'd always be at each other's necks over which one was better. Kinda why I started watching TV in my room after a while." An afterthought. "although as I'm sure you can tell, I'm more into Star Trek." the title he spoke with a childish pride: as if favoring the enterprise over the Tardis was some grand accomplishment....
"...not that I have anything against Doctor Who, of course."
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Post by Namacub95 on Sept 25, 2011 17:48:02 GMT -5
The slipup didn't go unnoticed by Emily but chose not to comment on it. It wasn't her buisness and she was sure whatever was behind it...James probably wouldn't want to bring up.
"I've never been that into Star Trek myself...but I admit it's good." Emily replied "I prefer Daleks over Klingons. Besides we both know who'd win that one." she added with a smirk.
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Post by Kitexa on Sept 25, 2011 18:13:14 GMT -5
A smirk for a smirk; a challenging one of his own crept across James' rounded face, eyes gleaming with the (obvious) answer but lips speaking only "Yeah. Yeah we do."
He'd spare her a long, detailed explanation about why Klingons would clearly triumph in a battle; history needn't repeat itself so soon. There'd be time for that later.
Actually....
"....Emily--you don't have a place to stay, do you?" He inquired, changing the subject again but feeling less embarrassed about it--this was actually more important than delving into personal interests. "seeing as you're...not from here."
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Post by Namacub95 on Sept 25, 2011 18:19:57 GMT -5
Emily's smirk disappeared at James's question. She didn't have anywhere to go...and it wasn't as if she could leave because the device was busted beyond all recognition and she was sure the technology to repair it wouldn't be available for a good twenty years yet.
"No...I don't." was the barely auible answer "I've never stayed long anywhere."
By 'long' she meant more than a week at best. If she stayed longer then it was usually through some unforeseen reason...like that time she was trapped in the 1300s for three weeks due to a sudden outbreak of plague.
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Post by Kitexa on Sept 25, 2011 18:32:08 GMT -5
"Oh."
Oh. Really? REALLY? You read her mind, James. You know she never stays in one place for too long.
Even so, he couldn't kick her out or leave her to fend for herself in an unfamiliar (or less familiar) time--nor did he plan to from the start. Quite the opposite.
He didn't "like" her, exactly--since love at first sight was highly overrated and ninety-percent bull--but she was fun and different and liked science fiction.
Only an idiot would kick THAT out the door.
Not to mention....she, you know, was a mutant. Or something very close to it.
"Well...we've got a spare room here if you're...you know...interested in staying...."
Mom's not gonna be too happy about this, you know. His thoughts chided as his gaze fell on her now-quiet form, you really should've asked her..
Oh shut it, the teen snapped back, leaning forward again, trying to catch Emily's eyes. He wasn't a boy anymore. He could make his own decisions.
Besides. This school held HIS namesake. If he wanted to bring in or kick someone out, theoretically, that should be within his right.
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Post by Namacub95 on Sept 25, 2011 18:40:17 GMT -5
A spare room...here...in James's home/school. To say she wasn't tempted would be a complete lie on her part. The place looked nice and seemed to have an inviting atmosphere...like any mutant who stepped over the threshold was welcome. Who wouldn't want that?
Except she wasn't a mutant...she was pretty sure she wasn't...she was something similar but not quite.
"Stay here?" the note of hope in her voice was clear "I mean...won't anyone mind?"
She was sure that there had to be adults around here...adults who might not like the idea of James taking a random girl in.
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Post by Kitexa on Sept 25, 2011 18:53:58 GMT -5
Well now he just couldn't say no. Even without reading her mind that tone of hope rang loud and clear and if he turned her away he'd be no better than...
....that wasn't important.
Emily was.
"Thry shouldn't" he said gently, softening the lines on his face. That was true enough; his mother would be angrier he neglected to introduce her before inviting her in, and the others....after what happened fifteen years ago, they'd developed an almost...not quite fear but, not quote revulsion either...against the idea of turning away young mutants. But whether that came from a vow never to do as his father did or the apprehension they'd lose another potential alley to the clutches of Magneto, he'd never been able to tell. He still needed to work on his telepathy. Or at least his stalth when using it.
"Look," James finally replied when he'd managed to trample his thought process, "No one here will force you out if you've nowhere to go. Trust me, that's the one thng they WON'T do."
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Post by Namacub95 on Sept 26, 2011 14:19:25 GMT -5
(Just out of curiousity...is this set before or after James confronts Charles?)
Did she really have a choice? She did, kinda, she could stay here or live on the street somewhere. The latter was not an appealing thought. She wouldn't survive long on her own roughing it in some city street somewhere. Thousands of years worth of experience meant nothing in an environment like that.
James was offering her a new life, a new start, in a universe where she could be anyone she wanted. She didn't have to be the lonely girl wandering the universe alone. The possiblilities were as limitless as her own imagination. What couldn't be better than that? Plus, she was pretty sure she had a friend in James...she liked him. He was nice and kind but wasn't that freaked out when he learnt the truth about her.
Why would she want to throw this away?
Clear grey met yellow-gold and she gave a shaky nod.
"Then...can I stay here with you?" Emily asked with a small smile
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Post by Kitexa on Sept 26, 2011 17:45:26 GMT -5
(I'm thinking before--once he actually confronts and gets inside Charles' head, he gets a little obsessed/determined with trying to sort everything out/convince his mother Charles is as much a victim as she was)
The sheer glee over his face threatened to split it in half, and he nodded eagerly, never once taking his eyes off her. "Yeah. Sure! Sure you can." He enthused, pleased his new friend wasn't just going to disappear on him "I wouldn't have offered otherwise. Of course," he added as an afterthought "we'll have to introduce you to everyone" his mother being LAST of all "and get your room goin' but that doesn't take long." Another pause. "You got any...belongings or anything that needs moving in?" She didn't SEEM to have anything on her save for her clothing, but he figured he'd ask anyway; just to be polite.
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Post by Namacub95 on Sept 26, 2011 18:31:33 GMT -5
(Ooh...right. That ought to be interesting!)
Emily's smile matched James's, the muscles in her face seeming to stretch until they couldn't anymore.
She was going to live here. Here! This would be her first 'home' in nearly two millenia and it felt amazing to say that...even if it was to herself. She owed James big time. He was a good friend. A good person. A small bubble of nerves surfaced at the thought of meeting a myriad of new people but she shoved this down. They weren't going to bite. She would be fine.
"What you see is what you get." Emily replied motioning to herself in responce to James's question. The only worldly possesions that Emily had were the clothes on her back and the busted device. They had served her well and found little need of anything else bar sustinence.
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Post by Kitexa on Sept 26, 2011 18:46:24 GMT -5
(hehe yep X3 Oh--how far should we go here? I don't mind RPing as Raven or someone if you wanna keep this all goin' longer. I totally do XD;; I want that conversation about Charles...XD;  "Bitchin!" James exclaimed, getting to his feet as the phrase left his mouth. He took a few seconds to brush back his hair--because damned thing just LOVED to get in his eyes--and pull down his sweatshirt before extending a hand towards her still-seated form. "Then why don't we start making you feel at home?" He might have been jumping the gun a little; from what he saw in her mind and what she said she really wasn't very sociable but there's a first time for everything....right? "Come on. They won't bite." |
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Post by Namacub95 on Sept 27, 2011 16:51:16 GMT -5
(I'd love to continue this further but I'm afraid I won't be able to RP as some of the movie characters...I don't think I have enough experience with them yet...And that conversation about Charles is a must!)
It was a few seconds before Emily cautiously extended her own hand and let herself be helped to her feet. The nerves returned again and they seemed unable to be quelled as easily.
What if they could tell she wasn't really a mutant? Would they shun her? The thought was a terrifying one. James hadn't shunned her, rather he had seemed to embrace that she wasn't quite like him, but the others could be a different matter entirely.
James's reassurance helped her somewhat. She smiled despite her nerves. She would get on just fine...she had survived millenia alone in the universe. Meeting a few new people would be a walk in the park.
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Post by Namacub95 on Oct 2, 2011 17:15:25 GMT -5
(Continue on from last post, live thread LIVE!)
"Promise?" she asked somewhat timidly "I'm not that good with meeting new people.". Her grey eyes were filled with a small amount of fear. Fear of being rejected, ostricised or even sent away from the first friend she had in millenia. It was terrifying to even think what other people might think.
How on earth was she going to explain herself to people who might not be as open minded as James was?
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Post by Kitexa on Oct 10, 2011 23:39:04 GMT -5
(Sorry, Tani!!!! I've been so busy lately! I haven't forgotten this thread!)
"Trust me," James assured her, donning a warm, but more mature smile than before "you'll be fine." A pause. "Mutant or no, they can't turn you away if you've nowhere to go. Might be a paranoid bunch, but they aren't cruel." He gave her hand a light squeeze, confidence dancing in his golden-yellow eyes. "Now come on; it's time to meet the fam'."
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