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Gawain's body language shifted as Evelyn spoke, and she could see the flicker of emotions pass by. Surprise was most prevalent, and then there was something the echoes were assessing as disbelief or concern. Fair enough, she wasn't exactly the best candidate for this sort of thing, but her reasoning felt sound enough.

"I thought about the police thing, but, I just...I feel like I could be useful with the X-men. I mean, when stuff happens I usually end up staying out of the actual fighting anyway. But The echoes can be good strategically if they're trained right. I'm not sure the police would really know how to work with my powers like a team would. But I'd like to try." She tried keeping her sentences confident, rubbing Angua behind the ears for support.

"I mean if I suck at it I can still try to work with the police. But I kind of like how it feels when I get to use my powers for more than just organizing artwork. I feel like I am useful." There was an unintentional test in that statement. Telling her no would lesson how capable he thought she was. But she also gave an out as well with the option of trying working with the police if the x-men was just too much.

Life had been somewhat complicated for Evelyn lately; at least, it felt that way. Sure, she still worked at the museum, and was living at the mansion, but after her squabble with her parents, her bodyguard leaving and her general way of life somewhat disintegrating, she just felt somewhat at a loss. Work wasn't what it used to be. After the riots she didn't feel like her relationship with her coworkers had got any better, and that sensation of doing something useful with her powers was fading away. Self-defense training had boosted her confidence, but it also gave her the unmistakable desire to do something more.

The idea of joining the x-men had come up before, but she hadn't considered it seriously back then. She was too much of a damsel in distress to really consider herself useful, but with training she started realizing there was more her powers could do. She wasn't bad with the sai she had trained with, and strategic analysis was something she picked up on even quicker. She felt like she could be doing more, and with the occasional trouble always seeming to brew in the city, it seemed like that could be an outlet. Mirror and Sam were both x-men, and while it wasn't always glamorous, it appealed to her. If nothing else, she could at least bring up the idea. But that felt like it was easier said than done.

Dating Mirror had it's occasional push and pull moments, and most of those hit when they came across her whole 'independence' sort of thing. Mirror was big on protecting, and it was kind of hard to do that if someone you cared about had a knack for putting themselves in danger. She wasn't sure if she should just outright say what she was thinking, or try to bring it up casually. In the end, she decided she'd try baking something. Maybe food would help.

After burning the cake, she decided she should abandon that idea. Maybe just talking about it would be safer without adding in the risk of food poisoning...

Eventually Evelyn found the mirror-walker out on the mansion grounds. It was a quiet week so at least there were no kids hovering around. It was hard to have a conversation with people staring at you. Pushing her hair from her face she shoved the nervous energy away and approached.

I thought about this and I did have one more question that came up. What would the time frame be on this plot? I think if you sort of set one beforehand it might help, because during the riots there were points it juts seemed to stretch too long and it felt like people were loosing interest waiting to get from point A to point B. The last stage felt a little bit nicer because we had sort of in character dates of 'this happens between BLANK and BLANK dates. Sometimes it's hard to tie your characters into a plot that could span for several months.

The string of words from Forte's mouth made Evelyn's face color further. She felt much younger than she was suddenly, a school girl embarrassed by his compliments. The echoes made it impossible to doubt how genuine he was being, but her own mind had trouble understanding it. She didn't feel brave, or stunning. Smart, ok, she could get that, but without her mutation she doubted that much would have been possible. She shuffled, listening to the lesson behind the meanings though. Her own reactions were a weakness right now. If someone could embarrass her into loosing a fight, she needed to learn to overcome that.

He moved, and she flinched back slightly, then stumbled back from the shove. She lacked the self-defense training to stand properly still, but his challenged irked her just enough she swung her elbow out, aiming for his side. Figuring he would have to side step to avoid it, she brought her leg again in quick succession in a sweeping motion towards his shins. It wasn't particularity powerful, but she was quick thanks to her size. The echoes flickered back, watching for movement in his muscles that could signal what he would do next.

I think this could be fun, but maybe if we narrowed it down to a few fairy tales? We have the Wonderland plot going right now, and I think just one or two stories have a lot of variety. Too many and I think it's a little overwhelming (at least for me) to try to get involved.

Evelyn's face pulled into a small frown, but she pushed her hair from her face calmly and took the man's biting words in stride. A challenge on her memory was something she took personally, but speaking too soon would just deepen the cut with flawed argument. "Every statement is open to interpretation, so what statement is 'correct' for myself may sound flawed to you. Think what you will, but don't question my memory. My interpretation is the only thing worth looking over." There was a sharp bite to the statement, and she took a sip of her drink.

"I think society thinks we should be given value by those around us. When others compliment us, tell us we look good, confirm our achievements then we can have self-worth. They tell us we need to have confidence, and thus vanity is acceptable. But the only real value comes from confirmation from others.

"Sure, people who are vain feel the desire to be the best. People who are vain sometimes come to think they are the person they imagine themselves to be. Yet part of you still seems to desire confirmation that you are everything you believe yourself to be. Suave, charming, intelligent. Society looked down on you, sometimes still looks down on you. You want to think believing you are something will make you that. But I think part of you still feels the need for confirmation. And that's where you're falling into societies trap. You don't mind being vain. But I think part of you has a problem with needing affirmation." She shrugged.

Evelyn wasn't quite a sore loser, but growing up with the echoes made her somewhat startled by not winning. The first time, she accepted it and held up her end of things, but by the time she was loosing again, she felt herself somewhat childishly toss her cards on the bed in a flustered fold, then flopped forward across them as her brain struggled unsuccessfully to locate the ace of hearts.

"I give up." She muttered into the blankets, then pulled herself so her head was resting on Gawain's leg. Her tipsy mind wasn't thinking through her actions anymore, so it was probably for the best sleep was beginning to take hold. "I think I lost the echoes somewhere back during the last shuffles. I'm not smart enough without them to play this game." She didn't know how Gawain lived without echoes. It hurt to think without that part of her brain functioning.