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Post by sy on Aug 10, 2006 21:09:56 GMT -5
It was all Poseidon could do on the flight home to keep his stomach from growling loudly underneath his stolen clothes. So despite the fact that he was wearing clothes that reeked of blood, battle, and death, Sy headed straight for the kitchen when they arrived back at the mansion, his cousin in tow.
Alright. Fridge. This was one piece of technology he certainly agreed with. He swung open the door, letting it bounce placidly off the counter beside it, and rooted around for something filling that wouldn't take long to make. He didn't recognize most of what he saw, boxed foods and most perishables being alien in the steamy jungle. But there was a large pot full of leftover mac and cheese (something he decided he really liked once he'd finally had it) and he'd just about gotten the hang of the microwave.
Scooping a goodly sized amount into a bowl, he popped it into the microwave and stood back for a moment, trying to remember which buttons he needed to push. Sometimes you pushed them and they just started automatically, and sometimes you had to push start. Technology.
Hitting the "2" the microwave automatically started for two minutes and Sy leaned back, a delighted grin on his face. He'd won.
"So then, cousin, what brings you away from the missionary life?" He smiled playfully, "save all the souls in South America already?"
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Post by preacher on Aug 10, 2006 21:42:22 GMT -5
The flight over was strange to say the least. The helicopter was filled with mutants and Adam had to stop himself from staring. He wondered what each of them could do, but didn't have the nerve to ask any of them. Being a man-made mutant himself, he thought it might be something private except among friends.
Once they touched the ground, Adam trailed behind his cousin, having no idea what else to do. Though Sid wasn't in the tour-giving mood at the moment, Adam was impressed with what he saw. It was obvious that time and money went into the creation of this place, and it was well maintained. Even the kitchen was impressive. He pulled up a seat as he watched Sy make a meal for himself.
"Well, I actually figured mutants were the ones who needed my help at the moment. People seem to think they're...we're unholy and dangerous. I'm going to try and change as many of their minds as possible. What about you? Why did you join up with the X-men?"
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Post by sy on Aug 10, 2006 21:59:08 GMT -5
Smirking at his cousin, Sy personally thought that "mutants" were rather dangerous... and quite possibly unholy, depending on your point of view. The microwave 'ding'ed, and Sy grabbed the bowl out, motioning them both towards the island in the middle. It never crossed his mind to offer his cousin anything.
"I joined the X-men because I came across them," he shrugged as if it didn't matter. "They were like me, and I was sick of jungle life, and... fate, I guess." He laughed a little and dug into his mac and cheese, taking a large bite and ignoring the fact that it was still too hot to eat properly. Mmmmm, technology cheese. All forms of dairy had been scarce in the jungle, and Sy savored it whenever he had the chance, which was often now that he was at the mansion.
"I've got no big plans to save souls or change minds. I just want to enjoy life to the fullest." Granted, if he didn't find someone soon who wasn't so self-depreciating of their god-like abilities, Sy was going to go mad drowing in humility.
"What ability have you been blessed with, if you don't mind my asking, cousin?"
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Post by preacher on Aug 10, 2006 22:17:26 GMT -5
Adam wasn't hungry, so he didn't ask for anything to eat, nor was he offended when he hadn't been asked if he wanted anything. Instead he looked around the room, feeling very comfortable in the homey setting. It seemed like his cousin was doing well here.
"My mutant powers actually go hand in hand with my natural talents. I was a successful preacher down in South America, could help people accept the love of Jesus Christ. People said I had a way with words. Turns out, with my mutant abilities, I can control how others feel emotionally. Let me show you."
Adrenaline started to pump through Adam's system as he consciously began to use his powers. He was currently feeling a nervous excitement, and chose to project that into his cousin. Adam kept eye contact, wishing to see how Sid reacted to his minstrations.
"I think it's really quite amazing, not to mention useful in my line of work. Of course, not many regular people would share my sentiments if they knew."
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Post by Admin on Aug 10, 2006 22:36:15 GMT -5
Hmmm... controling emotions. That was a good one. Like empathy turned around on itself. Sy froze as his cousin said he would show him, not really sure what to expect from it, and thinking that perhaps he aught to just sit still so he didn't get hurt... or ungodly happy or something equally uncomfortable.
But he felt it wash over him, with the sudden adrenaline in his own system kicking in, like the anticipation of the earlier battle. It was making him sweat, and a drop slid down his face and fell into the mac and cheese on the counter, making a little hissing noise as the techno-cheese disappeared into a little burnt smudge, and then continued to burn through the bowl right down onto the stainless-steel top. Damn! That was his precious mac and cheese! But he couldn't help but grin at the effect his cousin was having - it was sorta like being around a girl you had a big crush on, and wanting to ask her out, but not having the balls to. Not that Sy had ever met a girl worth asking out, or would ever be chicken-shit enough to sweat over it, but he thought it might feel the same.
"Isn't that cheating?" He questioned with a doubtful expression as his cousin's effect wore off and he wiped his hands over his face, coming out with no eyebrows. It seemed like forcing people to feel the things you did in order to get them to change their minds was not what a preacher should be doing... but then again, he'd never trusted many preachers.
Sy waited for the rebuttal as he reluctantly removed his second burned shirt for the day. Damn but he couldn't keep a pair of clothes on when he sweat - the shoulders had disintegrated and the sleeves were gone as well. At least his pants had been baggy enough to stay put.
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Post by preacher on Aug 10, 2006 22:46:04 GMT -5
Adam watched in slight horror as Sy reacted to his powers. He started to sweat, and while that didn't seem to bad, whatever was dripping off him burned straight through the hamburger as well as the bowl. He started to get up from his seat when he noticed it was all over Sid's body, and he didnt seem to be in any pain. As he looked harder, the shirt on his back looked like it was melting away. Whatever concentration Adam had on his powers evaporated with the shirt; he was too preoccupied with staring to maintain focus.
"I wouldnt see it as cheating, more like, a little helping hand in the right direction. I cant affect people permanantly, just for the moment. It'll add a little punch to my sermons and speeches. If delivered correctly, a speech can change the course of history.
"So what exactly are your abilities?"
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Post by sy on Aug 10, 2006 22:59:32 GMT -5
Laughing as his emotions were restored back to their normal, slightly unsocialized and arrogant ways, Sy gave his cousin a grin as he was asked about his own abilities.
"I sweat acid," he said with a bit of a gleam in his eyes. He really enjoyed his power.
"Have you ever been swimming in the ocean, cousin?" he said and held his hand up, concentrating on keeping the sweat in that one area as it built up and dripped from his fingers to the stainless steel tabletop, puddling harmlessly. "I've got all the nasties of the ocean at my command. Fire coral, anemones, jellyfish..." he ran his dry hand over his arm, making the green "hairs" bristle at the touch. His palm was covered with the tiny stinging nematocytes when he held it up, they looked like little slash-marks across his hand, but a little more sweat and they disappeared with ease.
Sy clenched his hands to let the enzyme dry up so he wouldn't melt anything before grabbing the spoon and taking another bite of the hole-y mac and cheese. "It comes in very handy when used against anything biological, but most of the building is safe from it, as you can see," he pointed to the puddle of enzyme with his spoon, remembering what Forge had asked about bottling it. He grabbed his shirt and wiped the rest of the acid clear, coming up with only a tiny rag in his hand as the rest had disintigrated with the enzyme.
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Post by preacher on Aug 10, 2006 23:16:40 GMT -5
"Wow, that's pretty amazing. You must lose a lot of clothes though." Adam sat back and processed this information for a bit. His powers could do a lot of harm to others. He wondered if his parents managed to bestow a good sense of morals into their son before they passed on. He would hate for his cousin to turn out to be some sort of monster that the public envisioned most mutants to be.
"You remind me a bit of Aquaman, actually. Except without the spandex. "
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Post by sy on Aug 11, 2006 13:32:33 GMT -5
"You remind me a bit of Aquaman, actually. Except without the spandex."
Sy laughed good naturedly, "from what I hear, this Aquaman is 'lame'. Some girl with green hair said so." He couldn't remember her name, in fact, he couldn't even remember his cousin's name, which is why he kept refering to him as merely cousin. Social awareness had never been high on his list, and most of the tribespeople had had names he he couldn't pronounce anyways. Learning names had never been a big priority to him.
"And clothes are highly overrated." Sy took another large bite of the mac and cheese and smiled. Ahhh, manna of the gods! How could something so obviously fake taste so good? He finished the bowl in no time and sat back, a content smile on his face.
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Post by preacher on Aug 11, 2006 18:16:30 GMT -5
"Some girl with green hair said so."
"So you've talked to other people I see! That's good. Maybe you could introduce me to some other people around here. I've really only met you and Warren so far." Actually, what Adam needed was a place to sleep. He had managed to get to the mansion, but he still hadnt managed to find a nitch in for himself.
Apart from the people he saw on the flight, Adam really hadn't seen anyone else from the mansion yet. He wondered where all the other students and x-men were.
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Post by sy on Aug 11, 2006 23:55:13 GMT -5
Come to think of it, the people around here would really like his cousin, Sy thought with an inward smile. They kept telling Sy that no, he was not in fact a god, and here was his cousin to come and tell them they were right. He wondered if the man ever felt he was encroaching on his god's domain with his powers? But he should remember gods were jealous beings, and may not take kindly to his encroachment.
"Well, I've not met many so far," Sy said with a shrug, before getting up and taking his bowl to the sink. He should probably toss it, seeing as how there was a hole in the bottom, but he'd let someone else deal with that. "All the chiefs are out of commission at the moment with missing limbs and other such maladies, but they'll be happy to have you here, I'm sure." Happier than they were when they found me at least, he finished in his head.
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Post by preacher on Aug 12, 2006 2:47:52 GMT -5
"Hmmm, none of that sounds too pleasant actually. Not surprising though, considering where we all came from. I hope they're not too badly injured, I'd like to familiarize myself with them sometime soon."
Adam let out a big yawn. A sudden fatigue washed over him just then. He had spent the entire day running about being confused, then helping victims, and on top of all that, met the one mutant to symbolized all his beliefs in mutant powers, as well as his own cousin back from the grave as it were. He had every right to be tired.
"So you have a room I could crash in? I'm exhausted, and I wasn't given a room, I'm afraid."
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Post by sy on Aug 12, 2006 13:24:38 GMT -5
"Oh, yeah." Sy didn't applogize for his lack of hopsitality, it didn't even cross his mind. He was pretty sure that sometime when he was younger his parents had tried to instil in him a sence of respect and helping-out-your-fellow-man, but it obviously hadn't blossomed with his powers.
"My room is upstairs," he said and nodded his head toward the door, indicating Adam should follow him. He led the other down the hallway and up a flight of stairs. He turned right, and made his way to his room, which was never locked. Why bother locking your room in a house full of gods? They'd figure out how to get in. Besides, locks were relatively new concepts to him.
He opened the door to a bare room, inhabited only by a bed with borrowed sheets, a dresser, and a nightstand. "It's not a hammock in the jungle, but its ok," he shrugged, clearly not appreciative of what he did have.
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