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Posted by Evelyn Summers on Oct 10, 2013 20:33:35 GMT -6
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Well, having snow power was loosing it's appeal to Evelyn. Having to put yourself at a disadvantage when you fought others must suck. Although she wasn't quite sure what he meant about getting maimed... She glanced at the scar, and it took the echoes a second to sort out what he was talking about.
His scars matched his eye, in a way. There was almost a snowlike quality to them. At first, she mostly just noticed the odd coloration. But now that the echoes weren't distracted by her emotions they were pointing out the faint glint that they seemed to have. Like there was something reflective about it. If he didn't have to worry about getting injured, snow powers though... that didn't add up. But the way he spoke, his tone of voice seemed to hint that way. She felt the guess working it's way from her mouth.
"Can you heal yourself? Because if you can, I have to admit I'm somewhat envious." She remarked. Getting healed by DocProf was fine, but self-healing meant it was more useful on the field. Getting dragged back bleeding and injured was sometimes more difficult that it seemed in theory...
Evelyn wasn't disappointed by the change of topic. Talking about bad memories had a tendency to resurface them, and there were several things in her subconscious she didn't want to rencounter. As his arm reattached she politely (or rather, impolitely) starred while it reconnected, the echoes taking note of the behavior and filing the information away. She was certain there would be skeletons in her drawings when she got the time to sketch. She readjusted her sketchbook then paused and glanced behind her.
Evelyn couldn't see the figure behind her, but something about Clay's reactions took aside the doubt the area was empty. There was a consistency to the directions he was looking, and the movement seemed natural, and less like the faked 'pretending to see something' things kids played at the mansion sometimes. And she had seen him talking to the air before... although she was pretty sure there was more there.
"I'm fairly certain there is a ghost behind me, but frankly my echoes have not adapted so far as to seeing spirits... You seem to be uniquely gifted in that respect." She admitted, glancing at the skeleton to watch his response. When scientists studied black holes, they identified them by the light being pulled in, and studied the behavior of surrounding objects. Much the same way, Evelyn had to watch the behavior of her companion to see what her eyes could not.
Ok, well maybe snowballs weren't so offensive. But the general principle seemed legit... "Well, still. Maybe it you get enough of it it can be used to reduce visibility. And snow is cold, and cold can slow movements. Maybe it's not super useful, but there are still things I bet you could do with it. And if it melts, there's water around, which is slippery..." She awkwardly grasped for mental straws to give him encouragement. She felt like she was making it worse though. "And I guess noticing things is useful. I mean, it gives me good reflexes, but I also think faster than I can move right now, so I need to train more to make that work better." She frowned slightly at the thought. Her training so far had been mixed. She wanted to make better progress so she's continue to feel confident in her abilities.
She chuckled at Aiden's remark though and pushed her hair from her face. "It'll work itself out. Somehow they'll make x-men out of us. Every team has tacticians right? We can just let someone else be the brawn..."
Evelyn hadn't thought about it, but it would probably be hard to dry if you were a skeleton. Unless he invested in a blow dryer or something. Then again, what did she know? The dishwasher was probably easier.
She just couldn't imagine sitting and waiting for her arms to finish washing...
Evelyn appreciated his encouragement though as the conversation shifted. She always felt like she thought too much, but Clay's words took away some of that fear. With all the information in her head, 'thinking too much' felt like it was bound to happen. But he seemed to find that ability something beneficial, which countered the remarks she was growing so used to hearing. "I guess I just feel like it's rare when people appreciate my thinking... It always seems like it's getting me into trouble. I guess I just need to learn to think of ways out of situations as well as into them though..." She mused, then watched the shift in the skeleton's demeanor.
He had no facial expressions, but she was picking up a thing or two. His head tilts stopped, and he gazed off in what she could only image was a distant expression. Some thought had caught his attention enough to stop his fidgeting, and he looked more like a skeleton and less like another mutant. His remark made her shiver slightly, and she glanced off to the side. "I try, but sometimes trouble just seems to find me. I do envy others though.... some memories are best forgotten."
Cafas... The name was familiar but Evelyn thought it was more through passing conversation than actually encountering the person. Pink hair sparked memories of a passing figure but nothing with a concrete interaction. "I don't think we've met. I've seen him a few times though, and it's a not a huge mansion so we'll probably cross paths sometimes...." She made a mental note to keep an eye out for the Australian though. Not that the mental note was really necessary. After this conversation the echoes would probably keep an eye out for him anyway.
Aiden's concern about training through created a strong sensation of empathy in Evelyn. "Hey, at least your powers can be offensive. I mean, as much as I can train I will still just be basically human. Mirror would be pretty content just keeping me out of battles and on a com. I mean, I've done ok in the danger room but at least when we're in there no one has to worry about me accidentally getting killed or something." She shrugged, trying to shake away her own doubts. "Are we both just silly for trying this?" She wondered aloud.
The level of annoyance in Evelyn was rising, to the point there was almost a tangible barrier going up between her and her companion. Flawed and wrong were two things she took very personally to be accused of. The echoes in their nature came across as being factual. Evelyn always felt she was naturally 'right', and it didn't really register that her observations had times where they were mislead, especially when someone was aware of what she was looking for. David was dishonest, and the fact he was pointing out 'mistakes' in her argument just made it worse. It was like he was intentionally trying to mislead her and twist the situation so he looked better. Of course, if he made her only see what he wanted her to, then she might make mistakes. This conversation was annoying.
Her lips pursed together and she took a sip of her drink to keep from blurting her thoughts out. Jensen would be in the shop in an instant and she needed to handle this herself. There was a pause in his stream of words, an opportunity to say something clever and cutting back, but then he signaled for a moment.
The line on her lips turned into a frown.
"Well, you sure seem to have a firm opinion of yourself, and I suppose that is what matters. You after all, probably know yourself best." Any further defense of her echoes, her powers, and her ego was suppressed, and she composed herself like she would with any party guest her parents made her converse with. There was no more amusement with the conversation, merely annoyance with a salesman and his need to have the final word. She turned, and gave a dip of her head towards the waiting car outside.
"As eventful as this conversation has been, I believe I've kept Jensen waiting long enough. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening, and your coffee." She said, and moved towards the lingering vehicle.
So....I don't know if you'd be up for it, but I need threads for Ryden. Ryden's voice resonates with metal and glass, but it only works on inanimate objects. He has never encountered anything 'alive' that's metal though so I think it might possibly freak him out if he thinks he might break someone just by talking XD
I also have Evelyn who lives at the mansion, so that could be an easier thread to do if the option with Ryden doesn't work. ^-^
Evelyn found it hard to relate to what Clay experienced having his skeleton form. Which was an odd position for her to be in. The echoes had a way of enabling her to relate to others, but this was one connection she felt she would never truly understand. Having one's limbs thrown in a dishwasher was so odd she just had to chuckle and shake her head. "I think I'd prefer just taking a shower."
The echoes contemplated what could be holding everything together. Some sort of 'mental gravity' seemed like it could be possible, but there was no real way to test that. "Maybe you just have your own form of telekinesis. Your body is adapting it's human inclinations to hold itself together and feel things, and so you are getting the mental relays from those habits. It's kind of like with my echoes I can remember pain extremely clearly, even though what caused the pain is long gone. The power of the mind is a strange thing..." She mused, and considered it some more.
"The problem with mutations is they aren't really bound to logic. While having a brain seems necessary to have mental sensations, if your powers have adapted beyond that and contains your 'brain waves' in a less tangible form I guess that could work. I apologize, I'm rambling." She cautiously turned his hand over, more from fear of accidentally injuring it than anything. The skeleton had a strange sense of 'life' to it still, considering how old and brittle it might otherwise be. The echoes continued to debate in the back of her mind.
His next question caused her to ponder, and she rubbed her forehead with her hand. "Maybe eventually I can learn to do that, but right now I lack control over the playbacks. I can sometimes pull up a certain memory when I'm awake, but I still experience the playbacks in my sleep. I think it's like if you have a room and you're piling boxes into it. At the end of the day my brain reorganizes what's already there and makes room for more. It would be hard to reorganize information I'm already using, so there would always be a need to at least sift through that..." She admitted with a shrug.
At first, there was nothing to go off of. The emptiness was surprisingly frightening, more than many of the monsters she faced would have been. Silence and darkness meant there were little to no echoes, and she could only process the thundering of her own heart and her nerves. Then something happened. The smells started registering, first a relief, then a distraction. There was no real reason behind any of them. She turned, trying to pinpoint something to defend herself against, something to attack. But the echoes were bewildered by the mixed signals.
[Champagne. Chocolate covered strawberries. Restaurant? Silk, cologne, salt air. Sea? Restaurant by the sea? Noise: absent. Lack of clatter rejects idea of occupied area.] She tried to remind the echoes they were in a simulation, but to them, this was real, and it was up to her to do the directing. She waited for more clues, more action...
Then the floor started rumbling.
It felt like a train was passing by. It made her skin tingle and 'wind' pressed against her side. Meanwhile, she heard what sounded like shuffling in the darkness, almost similar to noises her sewer monster acquaintance made. Slowly turning, facing the noises, she started blocking out distractions one by one. The smells weren't useful here, and the feelings could be ignored. Something about the sounds seemed more dangerous, and she tried to focus on them. Deprived of sight, however, put her at a disadvantage. She wished she had a weapon.
Clatter clatter clatter. Hiiiiissss.
[Food smells consistent.] Why was that important? Why did the echoes refuse to ignore that? There was something moving in the darkness. Shouldn't that be more important? She wondered how this must look to the outside observer. She was frozen in place, trying to pick a direction to move....
She stepped forward. The floor lurched and nearly sent her sideways. Her training enabled her to catch her balance and sidestep, listening to the rattles of movements from underneath. The floor was shifting, and her echoes refocused, panicking and trying to decide where it was shifting.
Darkness. She couldn't fight what she couldn't see....
Hissssss.
She thought she saw a flicker up ahead, a light. She stepped hesitantly sideways, and the floor stayed put. Another step forward, and the floor rattled again. She scrambled to recall the instructions Gawain had given. This was supposed to test her control over the echoes. The deprivation of site was making them cling to her other senses, each new bit of data overwhelming the last. She had to look at it all as a whole. Smells, sounds, movements. She had to focus and identify what was coming from where.
The smells were to the right, the hissing was forward. She side stepped more and the ground didn't protest. While the light was up ahead, so were the clues that something dangerous was up ahead. She went towards the signs of safety.
She was either adapting, or really screwing this all up now.
((hopefully that'll work. Wasn't sure where you were going with the challenge so winged it!))
Evelyn tried to imagine playing cards with a bunch of ghosts. It sounded a bit impossible considering she would have Clay as the only person she could read, and he was less than revealing himself. "As amusing as that game would be, I think being unable to see or hear my opponents would put me at a disadvantage. Unless the echoes learn to read the undead..." she trailed off and shook her head at the silly image. The compliment kept the color in her cheeks though.
"And don't take it personally Clay. If you visit the mansion more often I'm sure someone would appreciate your pop culture references. You just happened to find the only person here lacking the appropriate knowledge to enjoy your well placed humor." She grinned sideways, smile breaking into a chuckle with his joke. "Thanksfully the echoes haven't deprived me of a sense of humor. You made me smile which accomplishes what you intended anyway."
The echoes jerked her attention to his arm and her face gave away an expression of surprise as he removed his arm and plopped it down in front of her. Well, that image would certainly be burnt into memory. She blinked and covered her mouth breaking into a fit of giggles. "I suppose making any reference to you 'giving me a hand' with things at this point would be drifting from humorous to punny. Never mind, I've seem to have accomplished that anyway. Does it hurt to do that? Or does being dead afford you with the luxury of lacking pain as well?" She glanced down at his arm, then up to where the bone had been 'removed' from. The action made little sense and made the echoes spin in confusion.
Evelyn never expected to have much in common with a skeleton, but that just went to show you what could happen around here. She chuckled, putting her own book back as she did. "My own enjoyment of them developed in much the same way. I've pretty much been an insomniac since my powers developed, so art and reading are good ways to kill time. Unless someone else happens to be awake during the oddball hours, in which case I've dragged a few people to playing card games with me. I bet you have quite the poker face..." Inwardly, she only vaguely remembered her last game of cards, but that was attributed much to the fact she had been hungover during the duration of it. Few memories in her head were fuzzy, but that was one day she could definitely consider 'distant' in her memories.
"I don't enjoy tea quite as much as I probably should. I like it, but I don't drink it very often." Evelyn remarked. She tilted her head slightly as the pop culture reference was sent her way. Had she watched titanic, the movie quote would have sent a bright tint of red to her face. At the moment, she only seemed mildly confused until her brain processed the phrase. Slowly, the pink appeared. "I'm actually quite un-informed of most cinema and television culture. While I get the occasional reference I haven't spent nearly enough time watching movies and the like. The echoes tend to get into arguments about the flaws in what they watch, so that has some unfortunate drawbacks." She admitted. As the skeleton man started posing, a giggle resounded in her throat and she covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh, you don't need to pose. I can.... I've got a perfect memory, remember? I usually just look at something long enough to get an idea of what I want to do then draw from there. Almost like taking a mental photograph....although that sounds awkward now." Her face flushed more and she turned back to the shelves.
It sounded like she was admiring his body and wanted to draw it.
That was awkward in so many ways, even if he wasn't a skeleton.
"I'm not sure not offending you is as difficult as you think. You're fairly laid back about the whole being a skeleton thing. I've talked to kids who just about broke into pieces when I pointed out their mutation. Tact takes a little time to learn, surprisingly..." She said sheepishly.
>>"This may come as a surprise but I tend to stick out a little. I can only assume its due to my height and my sharply defined cheekbones.”
"Maybe it's just your rugged good looks." Evelyn smiled slightly, and then laughed again as Clay took a detour towards one of her favorite rooms in the mansion. She found herself pulled along, although not unwillingly. "I have to admit, that is the first time I've heard someone nearly as excited as I was to wander through bookshelves." It was a welcome change though. Dragging unwilling parties into bookstores sapped some of the fun of things. Having a willing companion made it more engaging.
She paused, redirecting the echoes from their analysis of nearby novels and watched as Clay demonstrated his head movements. There was a certain personality to them, and she could see why he adapted the technique. Although, it was hard to tell if he was serious about it all... Some problems just would never be solved. "I feel much more informed, thank you. Although, I feel odd admitting that the artist in me things you would be somewhat fascinating to sketch... The echoes... well... they are getting used to the lack of logical connection between your bones." She shrugged and picked up a nearby book, feeling the cover beneath her fingers. It was comforting, whether or not she was actually looking down at it.
As the skeleton wandered on, Evelyn followed behind calmly and shrugged her shoulders a little as he spoke. "I think it's been better than a normal school, at least for me. Although I don't take courses here or anything. I think people are just more open to mutations and receptive. When I was in school I had trouble getting along with people. I guess I became accustomed to just being a know-it-all until I got the chance to be home schooled.... Not that that was necessarily preferable....School in general is something I'm thankful to be done with. It gets repetitive after awhile..." It was hard to hide the twinge of bitterness the subject presented. Not that she was irritated with Clay for asking. Old memories just never lost their sting.
Evelyn couldn't resist the smile that crossed her face. It felt like genuine smiles were rare enough, but Clay had certainly earned one with his demeanor. "Clay it is. And Evelyn works fine. While I may have a little more trouble than normal, I think you can learn a bit from everyone, facial features or not. I bet you tilt your head different depending on what you're thinking....Maybe....maybe not...." She squinted again, but the echoes just were studying clothing again. And his lack of muscles. They were very distracted by the lack of muscles.
"Old and dead might be better than young and foolish. At least you can still accomplish things. I think my biggest fear is just being useless. I mean, I've been at the mansion here for a while now, and everyone can do things like freeze water and walk in mirrors and blow stuff up. I just get to be a know it all. I feel like information is only useful if I learn how to use it right. And I certainly don't think I've mastered that. Social tact is just another thing on my list of things to work on." She shrugged. She still had trouble figuring out what her place was going to be in the world. There were ideas, but still too many possibilities to decide on anything.
"Cold cases seems like a hard think to deal with... at least, it would be for me. Maybe that's part of what keeps me from detective work. I'm always afraid of what I'll see. Seeing people who've been hurt, and hearing the echoes study just how it felt just gives me the chills. I don't think I am quite brave enough to deal with things like that. So the...victims, they help you? That must feel nice at least, being able to do something no one else can." She paused, letting him take in the room, and chuckled slightly.
"I think I got used to the size, but not all the people. I was much more comfortable just being by myself. A room full of people is like trying to read a book with the radio turned up to max...." She admitted.
Clay admittedly had the most analytically observation of what Evelyn's powers were. It was a refreshing viewpoint, especially when most people just considered them 'voices in her head'. He was also fairly observant himself, which was rare and refreshing. Although, it always pointed out what it must be like when she watched and observed others. He was doing the same: putting together clues, understanding the situation. Yet the fact he noted her pauses showed something about them were curious. She wondered about the conversation she hadn't seen. Considering his undead appearance, she was starting to infer on her own.
"I do have to say, you don't strike me as someone who would talk to himself. You don't do it all the time and it feels more like you're talking to someone. I haven't dealt much with the undead though, and considering the echoes can't see them, to my brain they pretty much don't exist. But that seems the most logical source for your conversation. Although, I feel like at this point there is someone who would point out belief in ghosts and mutants don't necessarily go together..." She rambled, then cut herself short. A simple 'are you talking to dead people?' would have probably sufficed, but his talking made her mind embrace the intellectual outlet.
"As for blessed and cursed, most mutants I know share that feeling. Strong predators who are forced to live in seclusion, people who look normal like me but are never going to act normal... I think few of us really get dealt a 'good hand' with powers. Everything has a weakness and a drawback." She shrugged in surrendering agreement.
"And I don't mind a good conversation every once and awhile. I appreciate talking about something more than just what's on t.v. or what I'm doing, which--given all the kids around here--seems to become repetitive after awhile. As for investigation, I think it's always a possibility, but I'm prone to exploring what else I can do with my powers first." She accepted the arm, tucking her notebook against her other side and motioning towards the main entrance. "Easiest place to start is at the beginning. Do you prefer being called a Sir? Clay? Mr. Clayton? Mr. Stark? Since your face has no clues, you'll have to forgive me hunting for information the old fashion way. I'm a bit rusty at it I admit." She appologized.
The silver-haired female never heard curiosity being regarded in a positive light before. Or, at least not recently. Everyone who talked about her curiosity saw it as a flaw, something that would get her landed in trouble. But wandering around sewers and getting kidnapped didn't always help that assumption.
Her eyelids suddenly itched a little. She rubbed a fist across her eye as he continued speaking.
"I admit, I'm glad you're ok with it. I have an uncanny ability to speak without thinking. Too much information can get you in trouble. People don't like when you point out the wrong things..." Being dead was probably one of the more obvious issues.
Clayton's history was fairly eventful. It made her feel young, suddenly, and her own powers didn't seem so bad. Being trapped in your dead body was probably a curse and a gift. But that seemed to be how most mutations were. She dipped her head in understanding as she returned a story of her own.
"People used to call me Holmes. Never did get into the detective side of things but everyone seemed to think I would have had a natural tendency for it. I'm hyper-observant, I guess you could say. There are... echoes, in my head, as I've sort of decided to call them. Everything has 'echoes' of information I can hear and process. Well, some things have more than others. You, lacking facial expressions and most of your body language, don't have many echoes. It certainly presents a challenge to figure out what you're thinking. Makes me realize what everyone else deals with." She considered it for a moment, before continuing. "I've always had the echoes, but when I turned 13 my powers adapted. Ever since then I've been unable to forget. Every event in my life, never fades. I also get the lovely experience of reliving memories in my sleep, so that can be a trip. I am probably one of the few people around here you'll find up and about at night. Don't like to sleep." It seemed odd admitting that to a skeleton. She was pretty sure skeletons wouldn't need to sleep.
"My family was pretty well-off, but they were also pretty anti-mutant. They were determined to find a 'cure' for what I was, and to ignore my problem the rest of the time. Grew up with a bodyguard, really didn't get a chance to embrace my mutation until I came to the mansion here. It's been a few months, but I guess I like it. I've been learning to use my powers, stand up for myself, even the casual social tact I'm missing." She flashed a grin then shrugged. "Figure I'll learn to be more of a tactician. In the meantime I just work at a museum and recite facts to tourists because what else would I do with a perfect memory?"
