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stcrkitty:

          she clicks her tongue at him, lips pursing into a pout before falling back to neutral. she motions her her outfit. the kit as a whole is fairly standard if you don’t know it’s a UNIFORM. it feels odd looking in the mirror and seeing it on herself some days.          “space? oh, i became a celestial being and then took on the mantle of STAR LORD,”          kitty offers, but there’s a beat and she grins.          “shadowcat works though. sorry for the potentially hostile hello. things are kind of weird with the x-kids right now.“

     “ a celestial being, ” john repeats, an eyebrow raised slowly.  he tries to sound bored with it, but frankly it’s...a weird thing to say.  he doesn’t know what the fuck it even means.  “ oh, i love hostile hellos, actually.  don’t worry about it. ”

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firstxman:

“And what exactly is that? The brotherhood?” Scott questions. He sits back down, hands clasp together. The sales pitch portion of the conversation is over. Good. He is no good at it anyway. At least John is honest. Might at least try to get an honest conversation out of this. “Always a possibility.” his response is even. It’s a feeling he’s learned to be comfortable with. “I hear Bobby’s living with you.”

   scott is right about one thing.  there’s no sales pitch to be made here, so john doesn’t bother with his normal diatribe about what the brotherhood stands for.  if scott is dense enough, or narrow minded enough, to think that the brotherhood is about lehnsherr’s revenge, then there’s no conversation worth having.  “ you heard right; he’s with me.  which means any of you try and make him register, you’re gonna have to deal with me too. ”

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magnetowasriight:

         “DELIGHTFUL WHEN YOU’VE HAD A SUCCESSFUL MISSION, perhaps. which is more common than you may think.” he didn’t expect delight all the time. far from it, actually. “i have known you long enough to be aware of things, john. but,” there’s a small nod of understand, “i do know exactly how that goes.” things were….better with charles. much better now, and erik could hardly still believe it wasn’t a dream. “i won’t ask details.” 

   “ of course that’s common.  almost all of my missions are successful. ”  john’s self confidence is clearly not a problem here.  and he appreciates that erik never pushes for the personal details.  “ so --- uh, what’s on the schedule this week? ”

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bostaffed:

   “ Remy don’ think ya ready for da truth… “     in reality, it was just a small contraption that lit up like a lighter did —- it was tricks like this that remy pulled on a regular basis. “ Don’ ya know they call me demon eyes? “ this much was true, he had red pupils and black eyes, but fire was not his forte. “ it happens randomly “ 

“ bullshit, ” john says, rolling his eyes.  fire is his forte.  his hand passes over remy’s for a second, and when he pulls back, the fire rests in his palm.  a moment of focus and it grows to the size of his hand.  “ yeah, demon eyes.  i used to think it was like --- hot. ”

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firstxman:

“I didn’t know that.”. Scott stares at the other. Jaw tightening, he rises from the desk. “The brotherhood? Really John? The Brotherhood?”. He’s pacing now. Ten years and the old man was still getting one over on him. “What exactly do you think you’ll find there? The brotherhood isn’t about mutant rights. It’s about Lehnherr. It’s always been about Lehnherr. The only thing you’ll be fighting for is someone else’s revenge.”

   “ i know what i’m about, summers. ”  john grins now, sharp and feral.  “ you can think what you want about the dude, i couldn’t give less of a fuck about your opinion.  but - ” john taps his fingers lightly against scott’s desk “ - i can tell you, on good authority, that this whole you gotta register to be a real x-man shit?  that’s gonna blow up in your face. ”

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icyydrake:

       truthfully, bobby was still trying to process the entire can no longer be part of the x-men thing since he refused to register. it had been a difficult choice to make, but at the end of the day, he was going to finally stand up for what he believed in rather than fold to what everyone else wanted. if that meant he couldn’t be an x-men, then so be it. he would still help in whatever way that he was able to. another downside to this entire thing was that bobby had to go into hiding ( sort of. it was better that way for now ) and he was still a bit surprised that john had offered a place to stay. it had been years since the last time that the two of them had been roommates, and it brought up a lot of other things along with it. still, though, bobby was certainly going to have a little…fun while he could.

     he had taken to walking around john’s place without a shirt. it seemed the easiest way to get a rise out of john and seeing as how they were going to be stuck together for a while now, why not bug the hell out of the other. bobby grinned from where he was lounging on the couch, shirtless, blue hues darting over to john. “can’t believe i’m stuck here of all places with you. at least you feed me, though. i can live off of chinese food forever, honestly.” 

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   okay, well.  john’s not stupid.  he knows what bobby’s doing.  and try as he might to ignore it, part of him is also interesting in playing along.  god, john needs more hobbies.  he really does.  but for now, he just hops over the back of the couch, landing beside bobby and barely keeping his container of rice from falling to the floor.  it’s graceless, but john is trying to project like --- unaffected ease.

“ yeah, yeah.  you’re fuckin’ thrilled to be here with me, first of all. ”  his eyes dart to where the remote sits on the couch next to bobby.  and there we go; there’s the opportunity to play along.  john plants one hand on bobby’s chest, palm warm against skin ( holy fuck, play it cool ), and pushes him back against the cushions.  keeping bobby back, he uses the new opening to totally non-chalantly reach across and snag the remote.  when his mission is accomplished, john hesitates for a second more, hand lingering on bobby’s chest a moment longer than strictly necessary.

“ second of all, you can’t live on chinese food.  isn’t there like --- a shitton of msg in it ?? ”

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stcrkitty:

          “trying to decide if you being here is a sign the brotherhood is lurking around near by. trouble comes in multiples, they say.”          she goes for the brutal honesty. this way it’s EASY, if he attacks her or runs away he’s up to no good. sure kitty could be wrong but it was worth asking, in her mind at least. there’s such a storied history between her and magneto that getting into spats with members of the brotherhood is practically second nature. he was the worlds most difficult grand father, by some measure.          “c’mon, tell me that it’s a-okay and you’re just doing a paper or something. i just got back to earth. no fuss, right?”

    “ doing a paper?  i don’t know, shadowcat. ”  or whatever the fuck she’s calling herself these days.  “ like you said, trouble comes in multiple ways.  and god knows i’m trouble. ”  there’s like --- a dirty joke to be made there, too, but he’s doing this thing called ‘ being an adult ’ nowadays. 

    “ the fuck were you doing in space? ”

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magnetowasriight:

           THE COMMENT IS ALMOST ENOUGH TO MAKE ERIK LAUGH. he quirks an eyebrow, barley managing to keep the smirk back. “you must be in a good mood if you’re making a joke like that. but to answer your question, i do not believe in the slightest that you are a delightful person. at least, not personality wise. i would never use that term to describe you.” the thought was still amusing, though. and it only heightened erik’s curiosity on the subject. he hadn’t seen john like this before, so whatever it was had to be substantial. 

        “now there is the response i would have expected from you. care to tell me what occurred to make your mood more than below average??”

    “ i’m kind of offended.  i’m delightful sometimes. ”  he’s knows that’s a lie, and he’s not particularly sensitive about it.  he leans back in his chair, kicks his feet up on the table.  “ nothing happened.  i’m just in a normal mood. ”  a good mood, is the truth.  “ made up with an old friend, ” he finally concedes, smothering a smile.  “ you know how that is, right? ”

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bostaffed:

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   “ Look what remy can do, “ he quips, holding the flame in his hands ( it was a trick ) and he felt like talking ( bothering) the other. 

has no one told the card shark that fire is his thing?  also, kind of the phoenix’s thing.  john knows better than to get into a pissing match with the phoenix.  the mutant narrows his eyes at the flame in the other’s hand.  “ how the fuck are you doing that? ”

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magnetowasriight:

         ERIK COULD NOT REMEMBER THE LAST TIME THAT HE had ever seen john like this. it was certainly a curious thing to see one of his long time members of the brotherhood in a rather good mood. not that erik would fault john for it, there lives were not all misery and pain. there was room in there for happiness, if one was able to find that in their lifetime. he watched the flame for a moment before finally speaking. “as of right now, no. i am curious as to what put you in such a delightful mood, however.”

“ i’d hardly call it a delightful mood, ” john countered.  “ have you considered, mags, that maybe i’m just a  delightful  person? ”  he clears his throat now, affecting a nonchalant sort of shrug.  there’s any number of perfectly good and honest answers that john could give.  it’s fun, he supposes, to see the x-men finally show real colors.  as they register in droves, john feels they can’t exactly hide behind the banner of making mutants safe.  submission is the name of their game, and he’s glad to see that they’ve been right all along.

      also, he slept very, VERY well last night.

   “ i’m in an average mood, bucket-head.  you’re just used to seeing me in a below average mood. ”

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    john is in a good mood, like a suspiciously good mood.  especially given recent political events.  he scribbles hurried notes across the paper in front of him.  in his other hand, a miniscule flame dances between his fingertips.  it keeps him busy, focused while he works.  

good mood or not, though, he does make a point of flipping his paper over when he realizes he’s not alone.  john at his best mood isn’t friendly, still.  “ you need something? ” he asks, eyes on the fire that’s begging to take more solid shape in his hand.

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firstxman:

“Just do it.” Scott sighs. He’s running to the end of his rope. “Look. I need bodies. People are dropping on me like flies. You want real missions? No more of this kid stuff? I’ve got an anti mutant militia waiting out in Tenessee, mutant refugees being made into soldiers in Syria, a dozen other crises across the globe, and no one I can legally send out without the Government knocking down our doors.”. He stops with a shake of the head. “It’s up to you. Your place here is safe regardless.”  

    john smirks now.  “ i’m not a little x-men trooper, scotty.  i work for magneto, and i promise you whether i go out on real missions for the brotherhood doesn’t require me registering.  thanks, though.  while you’re waiting for the government to give you the go-ahead, i’ll already be there. ”

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firstxman:

“Thank you for meeting me.”, Scott said, gesturing to the seat opposite. Then with a sigh, leaned back, eyeing the other. He knew the weight of what he was about to ask. There would be no sugarcoating it.

“I need you to register.”

   “ oh, man.  that’s real cute, ” john said, a nasty laugh on his lips.  “ you’re fucking crazy, scott.  there’s not a chance in hell i’m going to register. ”

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icyydrake:

        “so, what, you just joined up the the brotherhood to make the world better?? news flash, john, you just hurt people !! that is all your little group does. your way doesn’t work, and what i work towards will take time. but at least i can go to bed at night feeling good about myself. i don’t even know if you can do that anymore.” it’s harsh. bobby knows that, but he can’t stop the words spilling from his mouth. “fuck you, john. i don’t think you’re right.”

his expression flickers – anger, hurt, betrayal. emotions that always seem to boil up whenever he’s around john. it used to be easier, before things had gone so bad. and bobby couldn’t deny that he didn’t have a part in any of this. he carried a lot of hurt because john had left the school when they’d been younger. “i don’t want it to be fucked up !! i hate this, john. i hate that we’re always butting heads like this.”

it takes a moment for bobby to register why john pulls his hands away. the memory comes fast – painfully fast. he can see himself grabbing john’s wrists, ice spreading over the other’s hands. his eyes widen, guilt beginning to stir in the pit of his gut as he takes a step back. that had been him. he did that. “–no, i don’t. but it doesn’t matter. this is pointless.” 

    the flash of guilt on bobby’s face is unwarranted, frankly.  all the vice grip on the scar around his wrist reminds him of is that, given the chance, he would have done a lot worse.  the scar, the memory, the phantom pain, all serve as a reminder that there’s such a thing as too far.  

the fact of the matter is, this conversation has reached that point --- the one where neither of them listen, the one where they’re just saying things to be hurtful.  if bobby truly has in his head that john isn’t trying to help people, in his own way, then there’s no point left to a conversation.  

john loses the fire in his gut as fast as it came, and he steps away, turns his back to breathe.  “ i’m done here, bobby, ” he says when he has his temper under control enough to turn back around.  “ god knows i’ll see you around. ”  because neither of them are fucking lucky enough to wake up one morning and find them rid of the other.  their lives don’t work like that.