Mr Zoat
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16th June 2012
19:43 EST
Rachel points at the drinks table and then swings her arm forwards, and the table flies off-.
Are we really going to do this?
"Um." Kitty come up alongside me as Aaron's… Weird extendo-limbs undulate around the thrown table. "You're dating a robot? Did Forge-?"
Aaron points his fingers and there's a pff noise, and then Rachel's eyes widen and her hands come up as a bunch of… Darts? Stop in the air in front of her.
"No, he got built in some government place. My Dad knows his dad. Probably some kinda superhero thang."
"Alright, that's enough." Mr. Summers walks forwards. His fists are clenched, but his hands aren't going anywhere near his visor. "Rachel, stand down now. Aaron, those better have been tranquilisers."
"And we're not dating… Exactly. He's just one of, like, two guys mah age in the whole world ah c'n touch."
Rachel's glaring at Mr. Summers something fierce. I don't know what Aaron's supposed to have done in her messed up future, but it looks like it stuck in her head real hard. "He was the first infiltrator Trask designed! Apocalypse liked them so much-."
I lay my hand on her neck, and there's a quiet sort of gasp-shudder at my power takes hold. And then-.
Uh. I've got better at this. Not that I want to. Using my power always gave me a look at what sort of person I was draining. Like it copied everything they were thinking about right onto my brain. Sometimes I couldn't remember who I was, whatever they were thinking about making me do exactly what they were planning on doing. But I know Rachel's anger at her Dad for being a fool or the Sentinel prototype for existing-
I take my hand off her, and Mr. Summers catches her as she collapses. "Thank you, Anne Marie."
-aren't mine, so I try forcing my body to stay in calm-mode instead of going into anger-mode like it wants to. And I don't see what Rachel saw, but I can remember the jury-rigged robots the Human Liberation Front sent after any mutants they could find because they didn't differentiate between Apocalypse's followers and the mutants fighting against him. I remember that there were robots who were intelligent, robots who organised and directed the others…
Several of them looked like Aaron.
Hand-!
I jerk my head around as Kitty lays her hand on my shoulder, because she knows that I don't like using my power, and what happens when I use it. I'm just glad that Rachel's mostly telekinetic; getting everyone else's thoughts as well as hers would be too much.
Aaron's walking over, his arms and legs retracting back to normal size. Looks like he's not getting his tuxedo deposit back-.
"So is he..?" Kitty leans in closer. "'Feature-complete'?"
"Huh?" What does she-? Oh. "Ah-! Ah don't know that!"
Kitty smirks. "Let me know when you find out."
"Ah might not-." Aaron stops near Mr. Scott. "Hey Aaron." I step away from Kitty, who's obviously trying to be a bad influence "You okay?"
He.. does a sort of half-smile thing, and I'm worried that his face got damaged or something. "It is nothing that half an hour with a buffing wheel won't fix. And, yes."
He is-?
He turns to Mr. Summers, who's manoeuvring Rachel into a bridal carry position so he can take her out and dump her somewhere. "They were sedatives."
"Good. I'm.. sorry about her behavior. She had a rough childhood."
He tilts his head slightly to the side. "She mentioned 'Trask'. Would that be Mister Bolivar Trask?"
"Yes. According to her, he's working on a plan to build giant mutant-killing robots. Do you know him?"
"I met him yesterday. He was quite eager to learn about my design. I have not received any 'Sentinel'-related updates, but it is not impossible that he could create his own variant of my own X series as part of his anti-mutant force. Fortunately, other than myself, all other X series androids so far produced have been insanely violent. Using them in that manner would be ill-advised, at best."
"That's… Good to know."
"And in any case, he may be reconsidering his trajectory. I am not an expert in human behavior, but it appeared that Orange Lantern was quite persuasive when he attempted to convince him to take another approach. Would you like me to help you with Rachel?"
"No, that's part of my job. What do you mean, 'another approach'?"
"He pointed out that none of Kang the Conqueror's followers had the x-gene, and as such any fears about a future x-gene aristocracy oppressing humans without the x-gene were unfounded."
"That's… Interesting, but the sort of person who builds giant anti-mutant robots tends not to be all that rational about it."
"Yes." Aaron nods. "Building a multifunction robot is far more rational, and there is little that can be achieved by a giant robot that can't be achieved by a human-sized robot with an aerial drone."
"Ah, if you say so." Mr. Summers looks at the mess Rachel made. "Would you mind-?"
Aaron nods. "I will tidy up. Anne Marie?"
"Ah, yeah." I follow him over to the table, which like a lot of the furniture in the mansion looks old. And solid.
Aaron reaches down and turns it over like it weighs nothing. "I understand that having drained Rachel Summers, you have temporarily acquired her power."
"Yeah, but ah ain't bin trained how to use it. Ah don't wanna make more of a mess."
"That is probably wise." He.. extends his arms again and picks up the table, twisting it right side up before walking it back to where it started. "How well do you think that I handled that situation?"
"Pretty good. No way y'all coulda known Rachel wuz gunna go psycho on you."
"I had considered that I might experience hostility for being a robot. I did not predict that I might experience hostility for-" He sets the table down, and looks at the punch covering the floor. "-the actions of a completely different type of robot. Do you know where the janitor's closet is?"
"Y'all don't have a built in mop?"
"I was built for combat and infiltration, not sanitation. I only know how to clean at all because Father makes me clean my quarters."
"Hey, ah, dude?" Calvin comes over-. His face is still hanging off.
"X Fifty? You are far calmer than you were during our last meeting. I approve of your new attitude, particularly given how our motherboards are identical and your insult made no sense."
"No, my name's Mim-. Calvin. Ah. I copied your powers, and now I can't get my face back on."
"Ah. There's a trick to it." Aaron raises his hands towards Calvin. "With your permission?"
"Sure."
Aaron pushes Calvin's face back into place, then sort of shoves it up until there's a click, then takes his hands away. This time it stays there.
"Ah. You are not X Fifty."
"No. And thanks. Now I'm going to get as far away from you as possible so that I can stop using your power." He steps back, looking really awkward. "You.. guys.. have a good night."
Well, this was weird. But I guess we're learning about each other.
I gesture down the hall. "Closet's this way."
19:43 EST
Rachel points at the drinks table and then swings her arm forwards, and the table flies off-.
Are we really going to do this?
"Um." Kitty come up alongside me as Aaron's… Weird extendo-limbs undulate around the thrown table. "You're dating a robot? Did Forge-?"
Aaron points his fingers and there's a pff noise, and then Rachel's eyes widen and her hands come up as a bunch of… Darts? Stop in the air in front of her.
"No, he got built in some government place. My Dad knows his dad. Probably some kinda superhero thang."
"Alright, that's enough." Mr. Summers walks forwards. His fists are clenched, but his hands aren't going anywhere near his visor. "Rachel, stand down now. Aaron, those better have been tranquilisers."
"And we're not dating… Exactly. He's just one of, like, two guys mah age in the whole world ah c'n touch."
Rachel's glaring at Mr. Summers something fierce. I don't know what Aaron's supposed to have done in her messed up future, but it looks like it stuck in her head real hard. "He was the first infiltrator Trask designed! Apocalypse liked them so much-."
I lay my hand on her neck, and there's a quiet sort of gasp-shudder at my power takes hold. And then-.
Uh. I've got better at this. Not that I want to. Using my power always gave me a look at what sort of person I was draining. Like it copied everything they were thinking about right onto my brain. Sometimes I couldn't remember who I was, whatever they were thinking about making me do exactly what they were planning on doing. But I know Rachel's anger at her Dad for being a fool or the Sentinel prototype for existing-
I take my hand off her, and Mr. Summers catches her as she collapses. "Thank you, Anne Marie."
-aren't mine, so I try forcing my body to stay in calm-mode instead of going into anger-mode like it wants to. And I don't see what Rachel saw, but I can remember the jury-rigged robots the Human Liberation Front sent after any mutants they could find because they didn't differentiate between Apocalypse's followers and the mutants fighting against him. I remember that there were robots who were intelligent, robots who organised and directed the others…
Several of them looked like Aaron.
Hand-!
I jerk my head around as Kitty lays her hand on my shoulder, because she knows that I don't like using my power, and what happens when I use it. I'm just glad that Rachel's mostly telekinetic; getting everyone else's thoughts as well as hers would be too much.
Aaron's walking over, his arms and legs retracting back to normal size. Looks like he's not getting his tuxedo deposit back-.
"So is he..?" Kitty leans in closer. "'Feature-complete'?"
"Huh?" What does she-? Oh. "Ah-! Ah don't know that!"
Kitty smirks. "Let me know when you find out."
"Ah might not-." Aaron stops near Mr. Scott. "Hey Aaron." I step away from Kitty, who's obviously trying to be a bad influence "You okay?"
He.. does a sort of half-smile thing, and I'm worried that his face got damaged or something. "It is nothing that half an hour with a buffing wheel won't fix. And, yes."
He is-?
He turns to Mr. Summers, who's manoeuvring Rachel into a bridal carry position so he can take her out and dump her somewhere. "They were sedatives."
"Good. I'm.. sorry about her behavior. She had a rough childhood."
He tilts his head slightly to the side. "She mentioned 'Trask'. Would that be Mister Bolivar Trask?"
"Yes. According to her, he's working on a plan to build giant mutant-killing robots. Do you know him?"
"I met him yesterday. He was quite eager to learn about my design. I have not received any 'Sentinel'-related updates, but it is not impossible that he could create his own variant of my own X series as part of his anti-mutant force. Fortunately, other than myself, all other X series androids so far produced have been insanely violent. Using them in that manner would be ill-advised, at best."
"That's… Good to know."
"And in any case, he may be reconsidering his trajectory. I am not an expert in human behavior, but it appeared that Orange Lantern was quite persuasive when he attempted to convince him to take another approach. Would you like me to help you with Rachel?"
"No, that's part of my job. What do you mean, 'another approach'?"
"He pointed out that none of Kang the Conqueror's followers had the x-gene, and as such any fears about a future x-gene aristocracy oppressing humans without the x-gene were unfounded."
"That's… Interesting, but the sort of person who builds giant anti-mutant robots tends not to be all that rational about it."
"Yes." Aaron nods. "Building a multifunction robot is far more rational, and there is little that can be achieved by a giant robot that can't be achieved by a human-sized robot with an aerial drone."
"Ah, if you say so." Mr. Summers looks at the mess Rachel made. "Would you mind-?"
Aaron nods. "I will tidy up. Anne Marie?"
"Ah, yeah." I follow him over to the table, which like a lot of the furniture in the mansion looks old. And solid.
Aaron reaches down and turns it over like it weighs nothing. "I understand that having drained Rachel Summers, you have temporarily acquired her power."
"Yeah, but ah ain't bin trained how to use it. Ah don't wanna make more of a mess."
"That is probably wise." He.. extends his arms again and picks up the table, twisting it right side up before walking it back to where it started. "How well do you think that I handled that situation?"
"Pretty good. No way y'all coulda known Rachel wuz gunna go psycho on you."
"I had considered that I might experience hostility for being a robot. I did not predict that I might experience hostility for-" He sets the table down, and looks at the punch covering the floor. "-the actions of a completely different type of robot. Do you know where the janitor's closet is?"
"Y'all don't have a built in mop?"
"I was built for combat and infiltration, not sanitation. I only know how to clean at all because Father makes me clean my quarters."
"Hey, ah, dude?" Calvin comes over-. His face is still hanging off.
"X Fifty? You are far calmer than you were during our last meeting. I approve of your new attitude, particularly given how our motherboards are identical and your insult made no sense."
"No, my name's Mim-. Calvin. Ah. I copied your powers, and now I can't get my face back on."
"Ah. There's a trick to it." Aaron raises his hands towards Calvin. "With your permission?"
"Sure."
Aaron pushes Calvin's face back into place, then sort of shoves it up until there's a click, then takes his hands away. This time it stays there.
"Ah. You are not X Fifty."
"No. And thanks. Now I'm going to get as far away from you as possible so that I can stop using your power." He steps back, looking really awkward. "You.. guys.. have a good night."
Well, this was weird. But I guess we're learning about each other.
I gesture down the hall. "Closet's this way."