[kavinseky is late. naturally. it's only twenty minutes, though, which speaks to some differential of respect or effort or, possibly, eagerness to get both kitty jones and a hateful bird off his back.
in any case, there's a teenager with a cage in the lobby of xavier's mansion. definitely not the weirdest spectacle ever seen on school grounds, but still-- something. kavinsky's sitting on the lowest step on the staircase, looking young as he jiggles his leg with a characteristic surfeit of energy. the bird is seated beside him, glaring at him through its bars. if you know anything about birds, you'll know that this animal is a strange one— clearly an animal of prey, dark-feathered, bill fiercely yellow and ending in savage hooks, like its claws.
much smaller, though, than the golden eagle or most hawks. it might well be the only one of its kind, assuming the dragon had been as well.]
[ Erik hates tardiness. Like a lot. But he's chatting with some of the students who are clearing out for the summer, and quickly wraps up the conversation with them when he sees Kavinsky come downstairs, wishing them good luck over the summer holidays. ]
Final project?
[ He takes a glance at the bird and then a good, hard look, studying it as if he were about to try and capture it with a paper and pencil. ]
Nah. [kavinsky smiles up at the older man. it is a smile that would probably alarm his peers, but nothing that magneto needs to worry about. he stays sitting for a moment, probably for some lewd reason or other involving the altitude of erik's groin. however, in a minute, he starts to get up, wiping his coarse hands on the ass of his jeans.
still careful not to get too close to the cage.] Temporary insanity. You remember that shit with Billy Kaplan? [doesn't everyone know billy kaplan?] Turned me into a fucking vegan treehugger. Birdhugger? [he shrugs his arms, then glances down at the spiteful bird in question.
despite that she hasn't said a word, the bird seems somewhat less irritated when she twitches her head to look at erik. maybe a slight reduction in the puff of her feathers.] Made her without a butthole and basic functions. Kitty got pissy as fuck. [a beat.] Pissier than usual.
[ Don't worry, Erik hangs around enough teenagers not to really mind whatever it is they happen to be expressing. Unless it's crying. Crying teenagers is still a little unsettling.
Anyway. ]
You mean, after she came back to how she regularly is, or before?
[ But yes, he is aware of that time, and he might be biting back a grin of his own imagining Kavinsky the vegan treehugger. ]
[on the upside, there's little risk of crying with this one.]
Before, [the teenager says.] But between you and me, I'm pretty sure that one wasn't all that far off the fucking mark. Somebody lit the fuse on Kitty's tampon a long time ago. [he crosses his arms across his narrow chest, studying erik casually for an instant. and then he looks down at the animal.]
She'll probably bite your fucking finger off if you try to pick up her cage. [the fact that kavinsky appears wholly unmarked is anyone's guess. (hint: superpowers explain at least ninety-nine percent of the unusual phenomena in this world.)] 'Least til you make friends with her. I'm gonna assume that was possible, because I did it while I was fucking lobotomized. But be my guest.
[he stoops into a bow, poorly executed, motioning toward the cage. the tiny raptor glares at him, then peers at erik speculatively again.]
[both bird and boy are surprised when the cage begins to move. the tiniest avian that could flares her wings, expecting to loseat her balance, but she doesn't. kavinsky's eyes grow huge on his face, like a child (he is) before he catches himself and switches to badass squinting again. he crossed his skinny arms and watches.]
We talk. I got no friends in this world, man. That's not why I'm here.
[he mostly adds on that last sentence when the other ones make him sound like a loser. he believes it, though.
in the meantime, the bird sidled up to the bars after a moment's hesitation. she quirks her head to look at erik out of one big orange eye, then the other one. his hand, his face. she doesn't retreat.]
[ She seems well-tempered to him. Sweet. He reaches out the rest of the way, in case she wants to nip at his fingers. Hello there, he thinks to her. ]
You often make friends without meaning to.
[ But he won't press. He was a lot like Kavinsky when he was younger. A loner, a man on a mission, a pain in the ass with a ton of baggage and manpain.
Even Erik learned that being alone sucks. ]
It seems like we are, already.
[ He looks at the little birdy, smiling at her and putting out his finger as if it were a perch. ]
[y u make fun of my manpain magneto. (it's ridiculous manpain, laugh away.)]
Fuck off, you're trying with her. [trying isn't cool to teenagers of kavinsky's demographic. he assumes erik is talking about the bird, anyway.] Congratulations. Shit-for-brains likes you.
[that part might apply to others though.
the bird bites suddenly, but there's no bloody gouging pressure to it. the hooked halves of her beak close on the mutant's finger, with just enough pressure that he can feel the edges and the strength latent in her fierce tiny skull. she looks at him again out of one bright eye: a test.
[ He thinks it's cute, like a cat nipping at you because it wants you to pet it some more. Like really, cat?
But she is stronger than he'd have imagined, so he withdraws slowly as to not make too many sudden movements, and goes instead to scratch under her chin just the slightest. ]
Shit-for-brains isn't a flattering name from her creator.
[ And Erik would know, he got saddled with plenty of unflattering names. ]
[the lack of recoil, the absence of fear, these things matter to the small bird. she flips her wings a bit, and when erik applies scritches to her chin, this time there's no resistance. no shenanigans. her big eyes close halfway, happily.
kavinsky shrugs. crawling in my skin these wounds, etc.]
Are you a telekinetic? [this is way more interesting to talk about that friendship.] That's the word for it when you can move shit with your mind. Right?
[ Well, Erik does never pass up an opportunity to share powers. After all, it's so hard to come by at home. He continues to pet the bird idly, as he talks. ]
My kinetic powers only extend to anything with a magnetic field.
[ Which is more or less metal because the film writers apparently didn't consult a scientist. ]
[and here we have a fundamentally vain and reckless creature waging an internal war with caution. it seems the practice of quite a few imports to take a light handed approach with sharing what they can do, and back home he'd only ever told one person. who, in kavinsky's inaccurate perception, was one hundred percent a cock about it.
but vanity and recklessness win. he's never been very good about self-preservation anyway, and he'd like to show off to someone with erik's gravitas. even if that gravitas makes erik seem proportionately more dangerous. kavinsky's pause isn't long, before his mouth twists up into a smile. he shrugs nonchalantly.]
Anything, [he says.] Anything I want.
[it's almost true. when he discovers it isn't, he'll be a pissy brat about it. but for the moment, there's no lie.]
and then he just sounds smug:] It comes from me. [this is more true than he knows, but that's an unhappy surprise for a day he dies or leaves this world, and all his dream-things go oddly inert.]
Sometimes if people are around while I squeeze out a big one-- [he shrugs, cocking his head.] They look like they're just getting out of a fuckathon bender after. Or just kinda. Sleepy.
You ever heard of powers like that? [it's the cost-- in energy.]
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do u know xaviers school
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You attend Xavier's School?
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did. guess were wrappin up
graduation aint what it usd 2 be
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Congratulations on your graduation. Is this your celebration?
would you prefer action or handwave? idm either way
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not enought substances
but u can meet me there 4 the bird
whichever you prefer!
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b there in 30
[kavinseky is late. naturally. it's only twenty minutes, though, which speaks to some differential of respect or effort or, possibly, eagerness to get both kitty jones and a hateful bird off his back.
in any case, there's a teenager with a cage in the lobby of xavier's mansion. definitely not the weirdest spectacle ever seen on school grounds, but still-- something. kavinsky's sitting on the lowest step on the staircase, looking young as he jiggles his leg with a characteristic surfeit of energy. the bird is seated beside him, glaring at him through its bars. if you know anything about birds, you'll know that this animal is a strange one— clearly an animal of prey, dark-feathered, bill fiercely yellow and ending in savage hooks, like its claws.
much smaller, though, than the golden eagle or most hawks. it might well be the only one of its kind, assuming the dragon had been as well.]
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Final project?
[ He takes a glance at the bird and then a good, hard look, studying it as if he were about to try and capture it with a paper and pencil. ]
She's beautiful.
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still careful not to get too close to the cage.] Temporary insanity. You remember that shit with Billy Kaplan? [doesn't everyone know billy kaplan?] Turned me into a fucking vegan treehugger. Birdhugger? [he shrugs his arms, then glances down at the spiteful bird in question.
despite that she hasn't said a word, the bird seems somewhat less irritated when she twitches her head to look at erik. maybe a slight reduction in the puff of her feathers.] Made her without a butthole and basic functions. Kitty got pissy as fuck. [a beat.] Pissier than usual.
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Anyway. ]
You mean, after she came back to how she regularly is, or before?
[ But yes, he is aware of that time, and he might be biting back a grin of his own imagining Kavinsky the vegan treehugger. ]
Don't worry, I'll take care of the bird.
cw misogyny
Before, [the teenager says.] But between you and me, I'm pretty sure that one wasn't all that far off the fucking mark. Somebody lit the fuse on Kitty's tampon a long time ago. [he crosses his arms across his narrow chest, studying erik casually for an instant. and then he looks down at the animal.]
She'll probably bite your fucking finger off if you try to pick up her cage. [the fact that kavinsky appears wholly unmarked is anyone's guess. (hint: superpowers explain at least ninety-nine percent of the unusual phenomena in this world.)] 'Least til you make friends with her. I'm gonna assume that was possible, because I did it while I was fucking lobotomized. But be my guest.
[he stoops into a bow, poorly executed, motioning toward the cage. the tiny raptor glares at him, then peers at erik speculatively again.]
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Instead, he lifts the cage with his mind, and slowly brings it over to himself as to try and not disturb the bird. ]
Are you not, anymore?
Her friend?
[ And steadily but cautiously, he extends his hand to the cage, waiting for a signal, or something. ]
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We talk. I got no friends in this world, man. That's not why I'm here.
[he mostly adds on that last sentence when the other ones make him sound like a loser. he believes it, though.
in the meantime, the bird sidled up to the bars after a moment's hesitation. she quirks her head to look at erik out of one big orange eye, then the other one. his hand, his face. she doesn't retreat.]
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You often make friends without meaning to.
[ But he won't press. He was a lot like Kavinsky when he was younger. A loner, a man on a mission, a pain in the ass with a ton of baggage and manpain.
Even Erik learned that being alone sucks. ]
It seems like we are, already.
[ He looks at the little birdy, smiling at her and putting out his finger as if it were a perch. ]
bird power pose! let me know if there's an issue
Fuck off, you're trying with her. [trying isn't cool to teenagers of kavinsky's demographic. he assumes erik is talking about the bird, anyway.] Congratulations. Shit-for-brains likes you.
[that part might apply to others though.
the bird bites suddenly, but there's no bloody gouging pressure to it. the hooked halves of her beak close on the mutant's finger, with just enough pressure that he can feel the edges and the strength latent in her fierce tiny skull. she looks at him again out of one bright eye: a test.
kavinsky whistles, then laughs.]
np!!
But she is stronger than he'd have imagined, so he withdraws slowly as to not make too many sudden movements, and goes instead to scratch under her chin just the slightest. ]
Shit-for-brains isn't a flattering name from her creator.
[ And Erik would know, he got saddled with plenty of unflattering names. ]
I think she'd like you too, if you tried.
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kavinsky shrugs. crawling in my skin these wounds, etc.]
Are you a telekinetic? [this is way more interesting to talk about that friendship.] That's the word for it when you can move shit with your mind. Right?
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My kinetic powers only extend to anything with a magnetic field.
[ Which is more or less metal because the film writers apparently didn't consult a scientist. ]
What about you? What else can you create?
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inaccurateperception, was one hundred percent a cock about it.but vanity and recklessness win. he's never been very good about self-preservation anyway, and he'd like to show off to someone with erik's gravitas. even if that gravitas makes erik seem proportionately more dangerous. kavinsky's pause isn't long, before his mouth twists up into a smile. he shrugs nonchalantly.]
Anything, [he says.] Anything I want.
[it's almost true. when he discovers it isn't, he'll be a pissy brat about it. but for the moment, there's no lie.]
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And all of this, it comes from nothing?
[ As opposed to what Erik can do, which is turn something into something else. ]
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and then he just sounds smug:] It comes from me. [this is more true than he knows, but that's an unhappy surprise for a day he dies or leaves this world, and all his dream-things go oddly inert.]
Or Wal-Mart. Either way.
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I don't see any missing fingers.
[ Unless he's making stuff with like. Spit. Or worse. Listen. Let's not go there. ]
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Sometimes if people are around while I squeeze out a big one-- [he shrugs, cocking his head.] They look like they're just getting out of a fuckathon bender after. Or just kinda. Sleepy.
You ever heard of powers like that? [it's the cost-- in energy.]
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[ Lucky Erik, that doesn't really scale for him. ]
What's your limit?
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What do you mean?
[a beat.] What's yours?
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lmk if the emotional recognition is too infomod, i don't mind at all editing
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