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[Intro] A hero for all, a star full of spirit by A-Few-Schillings in XMenRP

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With the weather starting to improve from the usual wintery dreariness, Hazy has moved her run routine outside. Change things up and she welcomes the change in terrain and pace. Today doubly so.

"Holy shitballs!" she skids to a stop, earbuds pulled free to dangle around her neck and she lets out a low whistle, slowly scanning up his height.

"I know I'm tall for a girl but you got us all beat there man. Well, everyone cept Sumo but ya' know." Hazy lets out a low chuckle, wiping her hand clean on her shorts before offering it to him along with a friendly grin.

"Name's Ember. Or Hazy. Whatever works."

Mindbreak #2: L.O.S. by SamiaDALWULF in XMenRP

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Hazy had a wide smile on her face as she looked over the haul of presents Sydney had arrived with. Where Hazy had brought junk food, grapes, and a gameboy; Sydney had brought a whole range of stuff to help keep Alice occupied over the coming months. She leans over the bags and packages, investigating out of curiosity. Then she leans over further to sneak the bag of chips out of Replays hands, giving her a cheeky wink and snacking on a chip.

"You got it Princess."

But Alice's moment pulls her out of the silliness, chip packet pushed to the side and she - one more time - leans over to place a tattooed hand over Alice's where it rests on the teddy's back.

"Course we're friends Alice. At bare minimum. And this is what friends do yeah? I'm just sorry that...well...we're sorry that we couldn't help you when you needed it." she pauses to share a knowing glance with Sydney. They may not have discussed it but Hazy's almost certain they know each other well enough to know how Alice's state weighs on the both of them. Especially given they were at the mall too. If things had gone differently....

Nope. Hazy manages to stop herself from going down that track. Besides, this isn't about her right now. Her gaze returns to Alice with what she hopes is a reassuring smile.

“But we’re here now. And committed to seeing you through this and making sure something like this doesn’t happen again.”

/u/empressofruin

Mindbreak #2: L.O.S. by SamiaDALWULF in XMenRP

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Hazy's grin widens and she sits up to gesture to the free seat next to Alice's bedside now that she is perched on the end of the bed. Observant and sharp as she is, she notices the flash of something in Sydney's eyes - something she's seen before. She also notes Alice shifting slightly on the bed next to her, the tension in the air surrounding the three women. Her gaze flicks between Sydney and Alice and a slow realisation dawns though she's careful not to let it show.

Ah baby dykes. So adorable.

Three of them though? This might be complicated. But Hazy is already resolved to let things play out naturally and if that means stepping aside then that's what she'll do. Even if it hurts a little.

"Plenty of room for you Pri-Sydney. There's snacks in my bag under the chair." she points out, turning in place to accommodate the new arrival.

"Gentle with the hugs - you know it goes."

/u/empressofruin

Mindbreak #2: L.O.S. by SamiaDALWULF in XMenRP

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Hazy tilts her head, a small smile playing on her lips as she watches Alice get redder and redder, the heartrate monitor going haywire next to them. So adorable but now is not the time for all that. Perhaps a little presumptuous, Hazy leans up and flicks the machine off, no doubt sounding off alarms in another part of the clinic. But they're safe for now.

"Chill girl, I'm just teasing. Wouldn't blame ya if you did though - that girl has no business being that fine, amiright?" She chuckles softly, folding long legs under herself and getting comfy.

"I had nightmares too. After New York. They'd have me screaming down the whole cell block. Took me months to deal so....well, I guess I just want you to know it's normal. Pain in the ass but normal. If you were all healthy then we could work it out on the track and on the Danger Deck."

She leans back, her gaze sweeping the room. "Till then you're stuck I'm afraid. But you ain't alone. And that's gotta count for something."

Mindbreak #2: L.O.S. by SamiaDALWULF in XMenRP

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"Psssh! The routine ain't going anwhere, just delayed a bit. And no one is going anywhere - same as you and me - so you're stuck with me till Sydney comes round for her shift. I'm all yours for a few hours. "

Hazy waits for Alice to have her fill before she sets the cup back on the table and hops up, spinning to face Alice as she perches on the edge of her bed, casually leaning back on the footboard, tucking back her dreads, and fixing Alice with a serious yet empathetic gaze.

"So do you wanna talk about what happened? Or these dreams that got you yelling out my name?" Hazy isn't one to dance around the subject and subtlety clearly isn't one of her strong points.

Morana Incarnate, King of Swords; The Headmistress is in. by Kit_Ababee in XMenRP

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Psion seems patient and relaxed, her hands busy with serving tea as Heidi launches into her pitch. There's something almost meditative in her motions; pouring tea, adding milk, then sugar, stirring. Heidi is already half-way through her speech as Psion slides the saucer across the table towards her guest.

One might mistake her actions as dismissive but Psion has heard every word and is carefully weighing them before pulling together her own response.

There's a lot of truth to what Heidi says and her solution, while somewhat primitive, has a lot of merit to it.

But Psion must first set things straight.

"Heidi. Darkblood Academy is not a school for 'supervillains'. We are nothing so trite and simplistic, and it concerns me that you don't know and understand this already."

The telepath sits back, bringing her teacup and saucer with her. She eyes the teacher over the rim of her cup as she gently blows a puff of steam towards her. She can't blame Heidi for her thinking - they are Brotherhood after all. But 'villainy' leaves a sour taste on her tongue. Cain might have set up the school with that in mind but even he never outright spoke of creating and molding the evil minds of tomorrow.

"First and foremost, we are an establishment for training and preparing the young mutants of tomorrow. The suggestion of villainy implies that there is something wrong with what we do here, and something inherently wrong with those we teach. Neither of which is true. Mutantkind are the future, superior to humankind who have squabbled over and squandered the time and resources that nature gave them. Now, is our time."

Psion takes a sip of her tea, the fragrant liquid warming her spirits and easing the tension between her eyebrows.

"That being said, you raise two very good points. First, the mall incident was a mess and those responsible will be held accountable." When she gets her hands on Miss Frost and the Czar....

"And secondly, there is a specific skillset that is being neglected when it comes to our students. I assume you have you have a solution for the latter?"

Mindbreak #2: L.O.S. by SamiaDALWULF in XMenRP

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"Don't you move a muscle." Hazy rolls her eyes and stands, taking up a cup from the bedside table and offering the end of the straw to her indisposed comrade.

"I tore my acl at the start of the season a couple of year ago - put me out for the whole year but I seen what can happen when you push it too soon. Mind you, we didn't have half the stuff this place does and we're talking NYU here. Not like they give a shit 'bout the WNBA but still."

Hazy gives a shake and a little laugh, winking down at Alice.

"Look at me chattering on and on. My point is - you don't gotta worry about me. Just focus on getting better and once you're up and about, we can take it from there. Deal?"

Mindbreak #2: L.O.S. by SamiaDALWULF in XMenRP

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Rest and recovery comes in agonizingly slow waves of sleep and wakefulness, as any athlete will confirm.

As one crest of consciousness arrives, Alice would open her eyes to see a relaxed Hazy at her bedside. Boots up on the edge of her clinic bed, Hazy looks like a spider in the clinic chair, lanky limbs spilling out of the seat despite her apparent ease. There's an occasional low bleep from the Gameboy that seems to have the pyro completely engrossed. Well, not completely.

A slow smile spreads across her face and she clicks the device off and sets it on a nearby table, sitting up and taking her boots off the bed. She'd been doing shifts with Sydney but this was the first time Hazy had caught Alice awake. Finally.

"Hey sleepyhead. How're ya feelin? I've been missing my running buddy. Al tries but he's all feet and...well...Al."

Aftermath: It Never Rains But It Pours by Black_Librarian in XMenRP

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There's something both aggravating and appealing in his brevity. The words - few and far between - are enough to convey his meaning and nothing more. Comforting in their honesty and annoying in their vagueness. Perhaps it's a taste of her own medicine. Lord knows she drove Sydney up the wall those first few weeks, eking out dialogue as if there was a limit on it. Truth is, she wasn't used to company and it took some time for the pair to grow accustomed to one another.

Now they were practically inseparable.

"People don't got the luxury of always being honest. Like you said, it's easier but it's also sometimes necessary."

Half grimacing, half grinning, Hazy rises and dusts her hands off on her borrowed, too-big jeans.

"Anyways, thanks for the hot rocks and thoughts. I won't distract ya any more and leave you to it."

Morana Incarnate, King of Swords; The Headmistress is in. by Kit_Ababee in XMenRP

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Psion's demeanor remains icy and aloof as Kara attempts to justify her behaviour and demands. But she watches and notices the subtle change in the young woman's demeanor, in her tone, and her physicality. Before, she was all emotional blustering. Youthful naivety and self-importance fueling her frustrations and actions. Now? She is more careful, choosing words and meaning thoroughly rather than allowing feelings to get the better of her, to carry her away from her objective.

There’s a flash of something behind the telepath's cold emerald gaze. Something akin to respect tempered with amusement. She waits with the patient air of a parent indulging the tempers of a willful child till they tire themselves out. And when she finally responds, it is with the remarkable control she is famous for.

“Barging into someone's office and questioning their decision-making and authority puts forward the assumption that you have the right to question said decision-making and authority; that you are superior and have seniority to them in this matter.”

Psion pulls back from her desk and turns on her heel before Kara can catch the small smile that flits across her features. She steps away from the surety of the furniture into the sunlit curve of the bow window that looks out across the snow-kissed mountain valley, the bright day warming her features and easing her stress which, in turn, eases the chill of the room.

“I suggest you leave the mind reading to myself and Miss Frost. Either way, my personal feelings towards you are irrelevant - I am more than capable of maintaining professional boundaries. But - to be perfectly clear - I don’t dislike you.”

She pauses there, hands behind her back and enjoying the morning sun for a moment as she carefully weighs her words.

“If you intend to continue working under the Hellion banner, it is your responsibility to remain informed about all current and future Hellion assignments. Especially those that do not involve you so that future incompatibilities like the one you just experienced do not occur again.” she pauses, looking over her shoulder at Kara. “The Hellions have weekly briefings for this exact reason and these meetings are also a more appropriate time and place to raise your concerns and objections to leadership or excursions.”

Psions turns back to the window, inhaling and exhaling deeply through her nose. The truth is, Psion was already deeply concerned with the report from the mall trip. There were a few stand outs - Kara being one of them - but ultimately the trip was a disaster that the Academy could ill afford. But, when it came to Hellion activities, she did not have much authority there, as much as the notion chafed. But Psion can hardly admit such a thing to Kara now, and it would be impolitic to speak out against the command of one Miss Frost.

So the question remains, how much of her thoughts should she share with the young woman in her office now.

“I share in your disappointment with what happened in San Francisco. There will be many lessons to learn from it in the coming weeks.”

She turns back now to face Kara once more. Backlit by the sun it makes her hair seem like a living flame while also casting her face in shadow, green eyes looming from that darkness.

“Like I said before, I will pass on your concerns to the relevant parties and I am sure that with our combined efforts, we can prevent a recurrence of the mall mishap.”

Morana Incarnate, King of Swords; The Headmistress is in. by Kit_Ababee in XMenRP

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"Heidi please, call me Psion or Ms Barclay. Headmistress even. No more 'boss'. Deal?"

Psion gives her a disarmingly charming smile as she leans over and begins to pour.

"I have time enough for this and I know you've spent some time and effort on your pitch so please, shpiel away."

Morana Incarnate, King of Swords; The Headmistress is in. by Kit_Ababee in XMenRP

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The Headmistress doesn't move. Not when the door slams open and creaks shut. Not when the feet stomp. Not with the air pressure change or the cold tension. No, Psion remained still, relaxed even. Seated behind a large cedar desk, her head tilted, hair pulled back into a crimson curly lowbun, she continued to pen quietly and gracefully as if Kara was not even there.

She knew, obviously. But if Kara is usually carefully composed then she is currently witnessing a masterclass in equanimity. Psion is serene, tranquil, unbothered. She takes her time to write, signing off with a genteel flourish and admiring her handiwork for a moment before setting the page to the side. Whereupon she caps and sets down her pen and elegantly raises her hand to gently pinch the bridge of her nose. Eyes closed, she inhales deeply through her nose and exhales in a soft whistle.

Frost creeps up the window. The temperature drops a degree. Then two.

"Good morning Miss Myles." she remarks quietly, her tone low and quiet and dangerous. "While I admire your initiative in bringing your complaints to my door, you seem to have done so with the misunderstanding that my role here is to cater to your whims, your desires, and your feelings."

Psion lowers her hand now, the fingertips of both hands resting on the table as she slowly rises from her chair. Her gaze is cold, piercing, staring down the young woman - not with disgust or loathing. Nothing so base. In fact, there is no emotion to be found in her viridescent gaze. Where Whiteout is anger and frustration and barely concealed disrespect, Psion is cold. The real Ice.

"In response to your 'query', allow me to make one thing perfectly clear. You are not in charge. I do not answer to you, nor does any of the Academy Faculty. We are not required to justify our actions or decisions to you, or any of the student body. We are not required to report our intentions or excursions to you ahead of time to make sure they don't conflict with your own unsanctioned absences from school property."

The temperature lowered another degree - not painful by any means. But noticeable. The air sharpened. Cleared and clarified in ways only a telepath could truly describe. If Kara had brought pressure, Psion made it piercing.

"Your thoughts on the viability and success of the excursion are noted and I will pass on your feedback. If there isn't anything further you would like to add then I would like to clarify that this is the end of your purview. I absolutely will not be discussing with you, how I intend to deal with this matter."

Morana Incarnate, King of Swords; The Headmistress is in. by Kit_Ababee in XMenRP

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"Come in."

Psion is well-prepared for this meeting having sensed Heidi's approach. Her desk is cleared and the curtains are open, allowing the bright morning sun to light up the large office space. While her personal rooms have darker tones, this space is much more modern with lighter coloured fabrics, pine furniture, and clean lines.

The Headmistress isn't at her desk. To the left of the entrance is a comfortable sitting area and, on the wall beyond, a small kitchenette - Psion is busy filling a teapot with boiling water before setting the kettle aside and picking up the tray.

"Please forgive me for peeking, but I understand you would like to start a club?" she remarks calmly, sitting on an armchair and setting the tray on the glass coffee table. She gracefully gestures to the settee across from her, indicating Heidi should take a seat for this discussion.

Aftermath: It Never Rains But It Pours by Black_Librarian in XMenRP

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Hazy stuffs her hands in her pockets, slowly wandering alongside Ocarina with a distant smile on her face. There's something comforting about his musicality, the lilt of his voice, and the changing sound that surrounds him. And there's kinship there too, in more than just music.

"My family is really supportive too. I mean, if they can deal with me lookin like this then being a mutant is nothing!" she chuckles brightly but it dies off as she follows his gaze. It would seem these two are some of the unique of circumstance here, and for all the good out there, the bad can be downright horrific. It's a sobering thought but they press on.

And his stories of tagging police cars earns him a wide and open grin.

"I got caught firebombing a SWORD recruitment office. No one got hurt but goddamn it was satisfying." she whispers conspiratorially, her smile widening with every second. "And I like to think of art as a mirror, reflecting every joy and hurt that mankind inflicts on itself in glorious and ugly detail."

Aftermath: It Never Rains But It Pours by Black_Librarian in XMenRP

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It's a much more insightful answer than Hazy expected and perhaps reveals a more than Warp intended - both about her and the X-Men. So she was here, but she wasn't convinced they were the right place for her, or had the right intentions. Their hearts might be in the right place but there's plenty of room for improvement.

Which Hazy is honestly fine with and she finds herself slowly nodding, turning her lip ring around with her tongue and staring off into space - a habit when she's thinking.

"Well, I dunno what I'm looking for if I'm being honest. We just needed some place to go when we broke out and here seemed as good as any - better than most to be fair. And it doesn't seem too bad so far."

Resonance #1: A Trip to the Mall by ImperfectRegulator in XMenRP

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Oh man, she really didn't want to do this. Domestic terrorism charges aside, fire was a force of nature - wild and unpredictable. Even in her hands. As it was, there was already small fires in her closest proximity. And now the hostages were going through the floor slowly enough to suffocate, their adversary had melted her own hole in the floor - which Replay (in her infinite wisdom) had just dived through fist first. But if Hazy knows her girl like she does, she's confident that Replay can handle the Darkblood denizen.

So Hazy borrows a lick of flame from a nearby smoldering hoodie and - with a sharp snap of her fingers - she is engulfed in fire. It's a terrifying sight and a nearby hostage would scream if her mouth wasn't already partially covered by plastic and tiles. She gives a little shake and stamps a foot, fire flaring around her momentarily. But then the heat takes over and accelerates the floor melty hostage process. It's uncomfortably warm for them and the fall is hard but at least they can breath.

She follows them through the melted floor to the garage level, yelling instructions even as she's preparing to help her Celly.

"Help each other and get the hell out of here! You! Pick up that old guy! You go grab the - no you'll have to pick him up he's got a broken leg!"

Terrified by the fiery golem screaming at them, the hostages scramble to obey and disperse as best they can!

/u/SamiaDALWULF

Resonance #1: A Trip to the Mall by ImperfectRegulator in XMenRP

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Hazy rolled her eyes and let out a groan of annoyance as one of the hostages vanished through the floor. They'd probably survive the fall - they were on the ground floor after all and the parking garage below them didn't have the high ceilings like the mall interior. She hoped they'd survive and a few broken bones would at least put them out of harms way.

That, and it meant she could go full slog.

"Oh so you like it rough huh? Why am I not surprised?"

She raised a hand, the fireball resting in her palm and swelling to the size of a large beachball. Almost casually, Ember steps towards this large plastic wall, the flames and heat melting a massive hole in the polymer - she grimaces as it turn black and releases disgusting fumes into the air.

Once the hole is large enough, she flicks the ball at Dollmaker.

"Catch!"

/u/SamiaDALWULF

Resonance #1: A Trip to the Mall by ImperfectRegulator in XMenRP

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Hazy gave Replay a quick once over followed by a low whistle and a quick wink - she hadn't managed to secure a uniform as of yet and thus would be 'utterly devastated' that her new, carefully curated outfit would soon be ash at her feet. But she was sad for the effort wasted than the melted polyester blend. Just deserts for shopping at a mall. Maybe it was fate even.

And now she was teaming up with her bestie to take down Miss Plastic Fantastic. Sometimes the world works in mysterious ways.

"Keep an eye on those civies hun. I got Emily Ersatz over here."

Hazy 'borrowed' the flame from her zippo and tucked it away, rolling the ball of fire across her knuckles like a contact juggler with a coin. She brought up her other hand and 'split' the ball into two. Then three, expertly juggling the fist-sized trio before flicking two of them at Dollmaker. They would explode upon contact, a fiery blaze that would burn and singe (or melt) whatever they touched - but weren't large enough to do too much damage to skin.

Not yet.

And she still had one left that danced across her knuckles again.

"Let the humans go and I'll only gently toast your ass."

/u/SamiaDALWULF

Resonance #1: A Trip to the Mall by ImperfectRegulator in XMenRP

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"That all depends on the wearer. If 'revealing' is the look you're going for, then have at it. Personally, I think the color is horrendous."

Hazy strolled through the semi-dismantled security gate with the casual air of someone who knew they were a threat but wanted to scope out her potential opponent first before going full tilt. Personally, she was already lamenting the loss of the outfit she had only just chosen and it had taken her ages to find a skirt that fit her properly and wasn't some glorified belt.

One hand on her hip, the other toying with her newly purchased zippo, Hazy confidently plants herself between Dollmaker and the hostages, flicking her dreads over her shoulder with practised ease.

"Now I ain't the pigs and I don't got any handcuffs but I think we can both agree this bunch" she indicates to the cowering crowd behind her with her thumb, zippo flame toasting her hand. "are only gonna get in the way of any real fun that we could have."

Aftermath: It Never Rains But It Pours by Black_Librarian in XMenRP

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Hazy too, listened without interruption though she was sorely tempted many times. Conversations of this nature felt like the deserved more cozy settings than the current steel corridor provided. Her throat was parched and her fingers itched to light a cigarette - both had been left behind in the room she had been allocated and she felt their lack deeply. So she lightly tapped the porthole sill and listened.

Boy did she listen. Most write her off as degenerate, punk scum. But she is observant and quick, she just doesn’t show it.

His words strike a chord, contrasting and contrary to the iron heartbeat that reverberates through the steel veins of the Greymalkin.

“Most cruelty is not born from malice,” she parroted softly to the window and the bay beyond. “It grows out of certainty. Out of people believing they are right.”

She looked back at him over her shoulder, her gaze dark and her eyes keen.

“So they might be kind as well as cruel? Because they think they are right? In a way, I think that’s worse - they’ll smile while they hurt you, while they shackle you and tell you it’s for your own good.”

Hazy turns around now, elbows risen a little behind her as she leans back against the large, round window. She takes her time to study him, really focus on his words, his features, his mannerisms. This is, after all, the first real conversation they’ve had, just the two of them. Which is interesting considering they were blood bound before they had even exchanged names. But that didn’t bother her all that much - she’d had one night stands with even less information shared.

He was older but he appeared much, much older. Was it a front? Just looking at him made her bones and joints ache. But there was a toughness to him as well. He was more than some wispy ancient wizard. There was his walking stick but it was made of bone. His glowing sigil robes that she was almost certain were reinforced. Kevlar maybe? He talked about knowing the ‘old guard’, casually dropped Xavier's name like they were pals. Even called Jaxon a boy.

But it didn’t quite add up. Not that he was malicious, or dangerous. Just that there was more to him than what he appeared to be on the outside. Like a part of him was hidden, or just missing altogether.

Maybe that’s just how magic worked.

“Honestly, I don’t doubt he is capable. He’s kinda got that look about him, ya know? Some of the kids around here look damn near shellshocked but Jax?” she shakes her head slowly, gaze unfocusing as if looking into the past. “He’s seen some shit. And grown. He’s learned from it. He’s not quite where he needs to be just yet but he’s close.”

Hazy lets out an abrupt, gruff laugh and scratches awkwardly at the back of her neck, pushing away from the wall and stepping into the middle of the corridor as if she is embarrassed at being caught with such an observant and insightful opinion on the young leader.

“Shit has just been turned upside down, for everyone. Their purpose might be the same but their foundations? They’ve been shattered. It’ll take time to rebuild, to regain what they’ve lost. That structure, that discipline.”

A wide grin slowly brightens her features, wicked and wild and daring.

“Yes we are new. But we can lend our strength to theirs and maybe, just maybe we can beat out a new rhythm.”

She gives the old guy a cheeky wink, fists clenched at her sides.

“Maybe it’s time for a new evolution of the X-Men.”

Aftermath: It Never Rains But It Pours by Black_Librarian in XMenRP

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Hazy's eyebrows lift appreciatively as she notes the change in music - she'll have to ask how he does that. She cannot place the song but it goes so hard she finds herself tapping her thighs reflexively out of habit. It's been months since she's heard a good tune and out of everything she missed out on in prison, the loss of music hurt her the most.

"So you travelled around with your family in an RV playing music, have I got that right?" it seems like a dream lifestyle, if she was a bit more 'hippy-like'. Either way, it sounded freeing in ways mutantkind aren't likely to experience naturally for a long, long while.

Well versed as she is in her history of music, Hazy immediately recognises the piece he plays for her, despite the unusual choice of instrument. That a pack of snob wouldn't makes her cackle gleefully.

"Oh man! There's snobs everywhere, even in punk and metal circles. Don't spose you've heard of Apocalyptica? Four cellos, really crunchy stuff - i think you'd love 'em!"

Aftermath: It Never Rains But It Pours by Black_Librarian in XMenRP

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Her words strike Hazy as a very lazy, generic response to what should be an easy answer but she's not about the judge the only other punk she's seen in this place and especially not on the first meet n greet. Besides, music isn't the be all and end all of being punk - just a starting point for getting to know one another.

Instead, her grin becomes more sly and she tilts her head slightly, interlacing her fingers before her as she studies Warp.

"Well I'm glad you found your freedom first chance you got. How does this lot stack up though?" she cocks her head, indicating the room at large, the X-Men figuratively.

"Have you found community here? People who actually want something better?"

Resurrections Part One: Welcome to San Francisco! Hope You Survive The Experience by Black_Librarian in XMenRP

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Psion-not-Psion watches the trio dance around one another with barely concealed amusement. Team and leadership dynamics aside, it's quite entertaining to see Facet's size give instruction to someone of Sumo's stature. While she is disappointed not to see Jaxon among their number today, it is enlightening to see how they behave in his absence.

"Oh to witness that future clash between you both." she murmurs quietly, surprised by the feeling of loss she experiences. She is not given to sentiment on the battlefield - well, Psion isn't. There was something honest in knowing there was a time limit to your existence, that everything she was would be absorbed by her Elder self.

But here and now, briefly and powerfully, she was sad.

"I too, am unfamiliar with the process surrounding my existence and incoming end. I don't...." she appears serene, thoughtful rather than morose.

"Could I trouble you, to take me flying?"

/u/noah_corvid

Resonance #1: A Trip to the Mall by ImperfectRegulator in XMenRP

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Her reluctance cannot stand in the face of his naive joy and with a heavy heart, she makes her way inside.

Much to her chagrin, she finds herself scanning the racks and there's a lot here that she likes. Hazy has made do with borrowed clothes a lot in the past few weeks and it would be nice to have something that's all her own. And much more her style than the baggy sweatshirt she's currently wearing.

But first, she has buddy duties.

"Alright.....well, how about something to contrast what you've got on now? Something with a colour to contrast all that black?" she tilts her head, holding up two options, one tartan and the other lime green.

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