xmutanthigh | [open log] Packing, planning, general running around!

Characters: Everyone! Even if you plan for your characters not to go on this trip, they can be doing other things here or talking about what they plan to do while the others are away.
Setting: The mansion.
Content: An open, free-for-all thread for all characters to talk about planning for their upcoming getaway to London (Jono's trip, which everyone else has appropriated for the whole school)
Status: Open and incomplete. Really, just talk about anything!

Jono was in the kitchen of the X-mansion, stocking up on snack foods for the plane ride, but it seemed to surprise Josh how little he was packing. "I'm going to pack for the plane," Jono explained, "and then buy food there. You didn't expect me to bring food to my hometown, did you? I have to eat what I can get over there!"

Meanwhile, some members of the staff were surveying the damage done to the west wing of the mansion during their recent attack by Kimura. "Oh well," Logan shrugged it off. "We'll bill it to the school, and anyway, most of the kids will be gone for the trip. Saves a lot of hassle not having people around for the construction."

Fortunately for the students, most of their living quarters hadn't been damaged, so they were able to pack their still-intact clothes and other necessities. As the days grew nearer to the trip, anticipation and excitement levels were rising.

"What's the deal with you and Gayle, now?" Josh asked Jono, as the two of the paused for a cookie break.

"Dunno," Jono answered with a shrug. "I mean... we'll see." He stuffed more cookies into his mouth and then said for an abrupt change in topic, "I wonder what everyone else is up to."

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"Oh." The trip. It'd slipped his mind...sort of. He had been fumbling around in his head, trying to think of how to talk to her. How to apologize. To make things go back to as close to normal as anything ever got at Xavier's.

"Well, if you're busy, I can go." He slowly got up, lingering a minute, working up the courage to spit out what he'd wanted to say. "Laura I'm...I'm sorry. About Kimura. About using my powers on you." His head dropped, fingers running through his hair. "I was so amped at finally being able to actually do something useful, I acted out of impulse and you could have..."

Though he was a merchant of death, Kevin couldn't bring himself to say it, though it hung there in his thoughts: died. You could have died...I could have killed you.

"Your impulse could have saved your teammates' lives," Laura said, her voice clear. Her eyes lifted to his; she felt numb at the idea of death, of dying. It was simple to her; it was inevitable. Yet even as she blinked, she felt the ghost of Kevin's hand at her throat, the hunger in his eyes. She felt the decaying of her body. She wondered if Kevin had succeeded, had held on longer, she would have been happy for it. She knew she would have been happy not to have killed her friends.

"I do not fault you for valuing their lives over mine," she added. "If killing you would have saved them, I would not have hesitated."

"I didn't want to kill you, Laura. I was pretty sure you'd be able to heal, and Logan would never have let me do anything permanent..." He frowned. "I value your life just as much as theirs, you're just so much stronger than the rest of us."

He wanted to just hang around her, to absorb that stone demeanor, to somehow have the same mastery of his powers that she did just be being in her presence.

"I just did what I thought you would do."

Out of all Kevin had said, the last of it struck her the deepest. Her head raised, tilted to the side as she studied him, her brow furrowed and her eyes a bit wide. She didn't understand many things; this was one of them. This was new. Different.

"You wish to be like I am," she said softly. "Kevin, this is a mistake."

He just looked at her. How could she say that?

"You're so good at everything you do," he murmured. "Why wouldn't I want that?"

"I am a killer," she answered without pause, her usually even, level voice softened. But there was not any gentleness to her tone; merely a haunted note. A darkness. "I am a weapon. I am not like your friends. I do not fit in. You would be unhappy."

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"You're a killer, I'm just death." There was something heavy in his words, a longing. "I'm unhappy anyway, at least then I'd be unhappy and useful sometimes."

"No," Laura said plainly, matter-of-factly. "You have connected with others. You have loved and been loved. You are a complete person, Kevin. You are wrong."

"You don't know that," Kevin said, a little bitterly. "You don't know how close I am - or not - to anybody. If you're feeling like you don't belong here... well, I feel the same way."

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