xmutanthigh | [very open post] the cuckoos are creepy and beautiful. clearly irresistible.

[Jono is a baby telepath. He can't block his thoughts completely from the real telepaths like the Cuckoos, but can do so to a slightly higher degree than non-mutants. There's a slight frown on his face as he tries a mental block now, his physical motions mirroring this when he crosses his arms in front of him in a self-conscious way.]

What?

(OOC: I seriously think it's lame they hardly used his telepath powers in the comics, only doing just enough to be like "oh, those powers are there, kinda sorta." I believe it was the result of the writers not thinking this through very well aka being lazy. Mutant rehab, I tell you! :P)

[Aw, Jono. So violated. The Cuckoos, if anything, think that's pretty cute. They try with minimal effort to quiet their laughter, one or two of them lifting a hand to their mouths.]

Your mental block is adorable, isn't it? Yes, so very flimsy.

{OOC: UHHHH YEAH. MUTANT REHAB FTW. Marvel gives a lot of characters the short stick for one reason or another. Tsk, tsk.)

[Hmph. Right. Adorable. That, and "cute" are two words that Jono hates to be called. He's a grown man, for crying out loud! He's not supposed to be cute. And he resents that his stupid, flimsy - yes, the Cuckoos are right about that - mental block is laughable.

His only audible response is a sigh.]

[All this thinking about not being cute sends the girls into another round of tinkling giggles. With a sweet smile, Mindee leans forward in Jono's direction, and speaks to him.]

And what a cute sigh, too.

You'll have to excuse our dear sister, Jonothan. She's a terrible flirt.

[Jono's mouth is set in a firm line. He's far too upset to flirt back. Then he leans back in his chair so abruptly that he knocks his head back on the wall, dropping the magazine he was reading (it's Game Informer) as he startles himself. What an idiot he's been. Only just now he's realized who he's talking to.]

Girls. Could you please help us find Kevin?

[Their smiles do not disappear, but they fade a little, and the sparkle in their eyes lessens to their usual knowing gleam. Mindee pulls back, her posture immaculate once again.]

We could, as a matter of fact.

We were interested to see if you'd ever ask, Jonothan.

We have to find him soon as possible. I tried driving around looking in different places and it was just -- useless.

[He starts shaking his head, hunches over in the chair, and picks up his magazine.

Do you have to use Cerebro to find him?

[The girls continue looking at Jono. They don't care about keeping up appearances. They can tell if anyone else is paying attention--or listening in.]

It might not be waste of time to try. The New Brotherhood has a device that blocks Miss Frost's telepathic frequencies. The odds are high that it would block ours.

But. We could try.

[Jono looks down at his magazine -- not reading it, but just taking a moment.]

Okay. I'll let Ali and John know. So what do we do now?

You wait.

We're not above blocking Miss Frost out of our thoughts. We doubt she'd approve of this. We can do the same for you, and Ali, and John, for a time.

We will check Cerebro and then we will come find you.

But-

[Here the girls pause, their expressions becoming serious, their eyes glowing white.]

We will only help you if you promise us something, Jonothan Starsmore. You and your friends. Promise us that if we find Kevin, you will not go to retrieve him alone. That is foolish. Promise us. We'll see through any lies.

[Jono switches back to metal speech, since this is a private conversation now. His eyes even start going orange-red as the Cuckoos' are glowing white. From a distance, just staring at each other with strange glowing eyes, they look very, very odd. ]

We won't be alone. I'll be with Ali, and John. And maybe you three, too, if you'd come along.

[Odd, but intimidating. Powerful. And luckily, the Cuckoos can play mind tricks, and nobody looks their way.

They all smile knowingly at his proposition, their brows raising in unison. Typical. Brave and stupid.]

The New Brotherhood is powerful. They are resourceful. Not only would it be pig-headed to go without informing everyone, but it would be unnecessary.

Although we appreciate your bravery. It's very... cute. [Yes, they chose that word purposefully.]

[Right now, Jono's not so much concerned about these girls poking at him -- so to speak -- calling him "cute," and now he's all business again, worrying about Kevin.]

I just need to go find him. I'm going to be pissed if the faculty tries to stop us from going, but as long as we get him back, I don't care so much.

[Oh, these X-men and their all-business faces. How very droll.]

It's not compliant with our... ethics to decide who will retrieve Kevin Ford, should we find him, Jonothan. Surely you know that. That's entirely up to your behavior and the faculty's discretion.

I know. I just.

[And just like that, Jono stops, and shuts down the mental connection. He doesn't even know himself how well he's blocked the Cuckoos right now, just that he's shut down the link. He stops his telepathic speech and reverts back to normal speech.]

I just want him to come home. I'd like to be the one to go get him myself, but I just want him back, so however's the best way we have to do it, we do it that way.

[Hank tsk-tsks at the girls' giggling at some other students.]

Manners, girls, mind your manners! Telepaths are not exempt from proper etiquette of staying out of others' business, you know. [Still, there's a small smile on Hank's face. He's fond of Emma Frost, and therefore fond of her girls, too.]

[The Cuckoos immediately try their best to look innocent, but they don't. At all. They quiet, however, and smile up at Beast becomingly. They know he totally likes them. They listen in class.]

Yes, Dr. McCoy.

[They chorus this. They are also not convinced.]

[Hank smiles at them and chuckles. He honestly has no idea what to do now. If they were about ten years younger he could sweep his hands in front of him and say, "Run along, now. Go outside and play."]

That would be quite patronizing, Dr. McCoy.

Very much indeed.

We'd prefer if you didn't.

[The thoughts they send him are light and playful, but they are sitting straight now, folded hands in their laps, the picture of elegant poise.]

[Well, fine. He could play along at this game. He crosses his arms and projects his thoughts instead of speaking them, this time.]

That's why I said if!

Yes, and we appreciate your use of the conjunction.

[They are still smiling and blinking up at him, like little angels.]

[Today is one of Rogue's irritable days. She's studying for finals in the rec room because she desperately needed a change of scenery. The blondes' giggles are met with one of Rogue's annoyed looks.]

Don't y'all have anything better to do?

[They are still tittering on, smiles on their faces. The middle girl, Phoebe, straightens a little and tilts her head to the side, at Rogue's question. She's the one that answers, alone.]

We're very sorry. We'll be quiet.

[The other two girls are covering the wide smiles on their lips, however.]

[Rogue narrows her eyes, not trusting those smiles one bit. She grits her teeth as she turns back to her books, trying (unsuccessfully) to ignore them. Damn telepaths.]

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[This thought merely causes Phoebe to raise one perfectly manicured eyebrow. Mindee and Celeste have straightened now too, all three of them prim and proper and everything Emma Frost taught them to be. The smirks on their faces are courtesy of Emma Frost, too.]

Excuse us.

We'd just like to ask you a question.

If you have a minute.

[Rogue mentally kicks herself. Of course they'd be listening in. She considers trying to ignore them but realises that would just be useless. Instead, she takes a deep breath and looks back up at them.]

What.

There's no reason for an attitude, you know.

Are we right to assume you'd rather converse this way?

We do know how private you are about these sorts of matters.

[Their expressions don't change; they are still slightly amused and being all prim and proper as any mini-Emmas would be.]

[Rogue's expression doesn't change either. They're certainly right on the second two counts although she's starting to feel a bit of apprehension over what the 'these sorts of matters' might be.]

Just ask your damn question.

[Oh, the looks the Cuckoos give her. How crass of her. But then again, she's always been quite crass. What ever does Julian see in her? No matter. They go on, sometimes speaking individually, sometimes in a chorus. And yes, they are subtle and awesome in their bitchiness.]

We couldn't help but overhear the rather loud demonstrations of your changing abilities these last several months.

We were pleased that you sought Miss Frost's help, if only because things got a bit quieter.

Which brings us to our question. We hope we're not being too forward in asking it. See, we don't like to delve too deep. It's not ethical. But why do you mistrust her so much? She's only ever helped you. Julian's quite fond of her as well. We'd say he trusts her just as much as we do.

[Her hand curls into a fist around her pen at their ever so casual mentions of her mental problems from before. She hardly expected them to have been ignorant of the issue but it still bothers her that other people know. That's probably why she's not giving them a real answer.]

I don't think that's really any of y'all's business.

No, we suppose it's not.

[They chorus this, but they don't necessarily sound disappointed. She's predictable, and they didn't expect much of an answer, really.]

Miss Frost took us in, you know. We woke up, alone, on the side of the road. Without names or possessions, without knowing who we were, where we were from, or how we got there. She found us, because we needed to be found. You should not underestimate how much she cares.

[Rogue raises an eyebrow at them and their tale. There's pretty much one telepath she trusts and that would be the one whose name is on the school gates.]

That's you and not me.

Then you're foolish.

[They say this in a chorus, their tone easily self-assured: they believe this, even know it as a fact.]

You put blind faith in a telepath who kept dark secrets from this entire institution, and yet you shun one who has only ever been honest with you. How sad it is when standards can be so skewed.

[Rogue grits her teeth, grip tightening on her pen.]

You can trust your Hellfire mentor if you want. I'll stick with trusting the person and the people who took me in and didn't just leave me to die when they easily could've.

Well then I guess we have a bit of something in common, don't we?

[The Cuckoos stand, smooth down their clothes, all prim and sophisticated as they pass Rogue to the door.]

Do tell Julian we said hello. We're sure he misses our company sometimes.

[It's incredibly tempting to react in a very violent manner towards them. Incredibly tempting. Instead, Rogue just contents herself with thinking some more of those crass thoughts as the blondes pass by. They're not just creepy, they're infuriating.]

[Emma's talking a stroll through the mansion and finds herself here too. And, because it's the Cuckoos, there's a bit of pride mixed in to her smirk. She hastens to hide the look behind her usual collected expression. It's for the sake of appearances, of course.]

Do at least try to be subtle, darlings.

[Emma's presence and then her words instantly pique their attention, and they look to the doorway to find her there, even before she says the words. Because, of course, Emma taught them the best, their posture betters under her gaze, and their giggles sober.]

Yes, Miss Frost.

But sometimes-

Just sometimes-

Something is too terribly amusing.

[A very small smile creeps its way on to her face as she takes a few more steps into the room. She appreciates that at least her girls have some sense of propriety and the ability to function in polite society unlike some others at the mansion.]

I know, girls. Who's the amusing person who can't keep their thoughts to themselves today?

[Their smiles in response are quite uncanny to her own. They do not look away from her.]

John Allerdyce has feelings for Kitty Pryde.

He doesn't know it yet.

But we can tell.

[The smile broadens into a smirk.] Well isn't that just... interesting.

Yes, isn't it?

[Now, the Cuckoos gaze looks shortly over to John, who's sitting in the corner, moodily playing with his lighter.]

We wouldn't have caught it, you know.

If he wasn't always so loud, and rude, and hateful.

He's quieter when she is around. We rather like him quieter.

Mmm, yes. Quieter is good. [She doesn't bother to glance over at Pyro.] More of this bloody school could do to learn that but then again, where ever would we get our amusement from?

[Their smirks are back, along with their full attention on Emma. The answer is quite obvious; they answer it in unison.] Nowhere.

[Ali's running through her list of shit to deal with today and least important, but top of the list, is going to fucking work. She's skating past the rec room and rolls her eyes.]

Keep it to yourself, creepers.

[very open post] the cuckoos are creepy and beautiful. clearly irresistible.

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