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Post by Molly Hayes on Aug 12, 2016 21:16:07 GMT -5
Molly ducked her had when she was scolded, glancing up at Kamala's encouragement with a weak sort of smile. The older girl might have age on Molly, but Mystique was an adult. They generally knew what they were talking about. Or, at least, the little girl was pretty sure they did. In this case she couldn't see how her smashing things would make it any more obvious than Kamala and Mystique already were. "You're blue," the child pointed out glumly, but made no protest otherwise.Mystique's explanation of why the X-Men let Magneto join their club had the little girl wrinkling her nose in dislike. He was powerful, but he was also mean. She wouldn't let a strong meanie-head join her group! Nice people working together could be even more powerful! Like how she and her friends had saved the world from the big scary giant monsters their parents were friends with.Then it was back to the people who lived in the sewers with them. Kamala's explanation of the weird mutants they'd met since arriving didn't need any additions to it and so Molly stayed quiet and nodded in agreement. The fins on her fish hat flapped a little with the movement. When asked if she wanted a piggyback ride Molly replied with a bright little, "Okay!"She ran around Kamala and clambered up; wrapping her tiny arms around the older girl's neck, and peering down at Mystique from over her shoulder. "Let's go to New Jersey!" Molly suggested brightly, when Kamala asked about plans. Even though she wasn't asking her. The child had never been to New Jersey but Kamala had suggested it. It sounded as good a place as any. Unless there were big-fat-jerks there. Then that would suck.TAG:Raven Darkhölme & Kamala Khan
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Post by Raven Darkhölme on Aug 24, 2016 3:05:31 GMT -5
"It's not about knowing who's a mutant," Raven said, meeting Kamala's glare, "There are X-Gene detectors for that. It's about being identifiable. If they know who you are, they have an immediate advantage." As if to demonstrate, she flickered her scales, shifting back into a human form, this one different than before -- an elderly woman, white-haired and gnarled, smiled, then slipped through to her natural form. "Unless you want to be known, you're better off playing your powers down." Her voice clipped, and she glanced back to Kamala. The statement was as much a challenge as it was advice. "There's a reason you don't see many famous mutants. Your Hulk excluded." As Raven listened to Kamala's explanation of the situation, it seemed the same principle held true here, too. Raven considered this lucky: if she had to be thrown into an entirely new universe, at least it was one where she had some idea of what to do. "So the abnormals are unorganized, then." For a second, she mulled this over -- an entirely directionless population of near-mutants was such a dangerous thing, but the kind of opportunity the Brotherhood would have killed for. As she watched Molly climb onto Kamala's back, though, Raven decided those plans would have to wait until she'd dealt with the issue at hand. Namely: figuring out what the hell was going on, and what they were going to do about it. "You're not going to get anywhere keeping people down here," she told Kamala, nodding to Molly as she furthered the suggestion of New Jersey. "They're already here, and they're not happy. You build a resistance underground, not a revolution." Raven wasn't surprised when Kamala demanded direct answers as to her intentions. Foolish, to demand anything of her, but brave, and she supposed blindly getting involved in something of this scale was worse. "I think the first thing to do is evaluate the situation. Find out what happened. " Raven blinked, eyes flashing yellow. "You said they trade information. That's a valuable asset that shouldn't be overlooked. And no, I wouldn't be opposed to starting a new organization. Not the Brotherhood, but. People need leaders." She waved towards the darkened tunnels. "So, can you find these people, or is it to Jersey?"
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Post by Kamala Khan on Aug 30, 2016 21:15:19 GMT -5
Kamala remained silent as Mystique made her point. She felt a pang of envy as the other mutant changed appearance effortlessly. She repressed the urge to try and replicate the elder woman's appearance. I can't. She needed more time to study each appearance. "Can you shapeshift into people that don't exist? Like mix and match between identities?" Kamala's question was just as much a question about Mystique's powers as it was a challenge. Are you willing to share information with us?
Again, there was a dissonance between the older mutant's words and how Kamala perceived the mutant world. There was something she couldn't quite place. I'll have to ask Molly how she felt.The young girl was very astute. Molly climbed onto Kamala's back with a bright mood. "A revolution?" Ms Marvel's attention was directed at Mystique again. Her next statement made a lot of sense. "Yeah. I don't know how many people are from our world. And nobody knows how we got here." Leaders. Revolutions. Kamala hadn't thought further than figuring out how they came here. And maybe figure out how to go back. "Do you... plan to stay here?" It seemed Mystique was a step ahead of her.
Kamala winced as both of the other mutants picked up on the Jersey theme. "What's wrong with New Jersey?" As Mystique gave her response, Kamala whispered to Molly, "Hey Princess P. Don't you think something is odd with her story?" She didn't have time to elaborate. The superhero would wait for another good moment to secretly chat to her friend.
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