Subsequent Idols

[Andrey Beckman]

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[atrb=background, i41.tinypic.com/30aam9u.jpg] Andrey was by no means the quiet type, being very much an extrovert he is proud to be loud. His father always told him he had a great voice for speaking. He could vocalize a tone that would carry for great distances, and yet never came off as irritating, aside from content of course. There was a kindness to every syllable, and his soft features made him at the very least look trust worthy. Able to manipulate his pitch and tone, he could have people hang of every word even if the story was about how paint dried. Because of this talent as well as confidence, clarity, and enthusiasm, it was no wonder he quickly became a spokesperson for many of the extracurricular activities and clubs. Even though, he was only a member of one of them, that club of course being ‘Dr. MaCoy’s Alternate Dimension Explorers club’. This bright afternoon, after a long day of classes, was his third day out now. Finding every student he could, to pull aside and serenade with his speech about the various activities to be a part of in and around the school. One thing he found in his first year at the school, was being a part of a group, no matter the reasons behind it, helped the students grow stronger and more confident in who and what they were. The teachers were a big help, and classes could only do so much. It was being a part of a team that truly brought a feeling of safety and pride. Being a mutant was not easy for many of the students young and old; it was a harsh world and one still riddled with hate. Families were torn, and hearts broken over this one small genetic difference, so feeling like you belonged was a strong factor in equation of self-acceptance and overall happiness. Hands full of fliers and already having had a few interested first years, Andrey had made his way down to the lake, hoping to catch a few of the students cooling off in the water or sprawled out on the banks in the sun. Instead, his eyes found themselves glued to one exquisitely beautiful young face. Andrey had seen Laura a few times before, and heard from word of mouth she was a clone of the very man he idolized. Naturally his interests had been perked, but Andrey also knew not to put full faith in what was carried around by verbal rumors. He swore some of the things that traveled by gossip were worse than the diseases spread by the very oxygen used to utter the phrases. Here, in the open grassy grounds near the fresh water lake, he had his chance to find out, and Andrey wouldn’t miss out in it. Making a B-line, his feet carried him over to the young woman, a smile already beaming on his features. Reaching out when his foot falls were but a few feet away, he tapped the dark haired student on the shoulder. Clearing his throat politely before mumbling “Laura..correct?”. Perhaps it would be strange that he already knew her name, but he hope it would not come off in a creepy way, his intentions were far from bizarre. Shuffling the handouts all into his left hand, his right jutted forward open and offering a chance to shake hands if she saw fit. “My names Andrey..” he offered making sure not to leave her without his own title to even the playing field. “..I was just wondering if I could bother you for a bit to give you a run down about the /amazing/ extra circulars here at the school?”. Andrey knew better that to start with ‘Hey are you a clone?’, so he figured why not just go with his usual spiel. “Now before you shluf this off as some blah blah blah waste of time, consider the opportunities at hand” he had not waited for her to answer, his excitement at even meeting her getting the best of him. Word spilling out like water from a damaged flood gate, his bodies attempt to cloak the nervousness hidden in his thoughts. “You look like an athletic young woman…” he complimented her strong but slender build, pale blue eyes giving her a once over to show he had made note of it. “…Maybe something sporty or even a daring test of strength such as the icy trials of the polar bear club. Oooorrrr if that’s not really your cup of cold water, maybe more of an artistic sport, Fencing with Professor Pride is quite popular this year. “ Using his thumb to point he gestured behind himself, along the path he had come to arrive at her side. “Just had a couple of the first year guys sign up…but between you and me” he leaned as close to her ear as he dare, mumbling with a hand up to block his words “I don’t think they are in it for all the right reasons..if you know what I mean”. Leaning back out he took half the pamphlets back into his other hand, and like a pro spread both his handfuls into perfect fans, holding them both just below his chin on either side. “Trust me, we could find something perfect for you. A social adventure is sure to await!”. Once done he took a moment to catch his breath, realizing how he had rambled on and quickly letting a slightly embarrassed look take over his still smiling visage. “Sorry..bit to excited for my own good some days. You know how it is?” the question was rhetorical, but he left it off here, giving her a chance to catch up and decide how to take his eager explanations and offer. Well aware that she had plenty of reason to just consider him crazy and wander off. WORD COUNT // 976 OUTFIT // Cream white hoody; Black Jeans; White beenie TAG // Laura Kinney//X-23 RPN //Oh how nerves can bring out the best and worst of a person. Hope this works for you, got any questions or comments PM me

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[Laura Kinney]

Laura wasn't what one would call a social person. She barely spoke, and when she did she was direct and quite blunt. In truth it didn't bother her, although in many situations tact was necessary, although it was hard for her to judge when it was. It made most of her social interactions uncomfortable, for everyone involved, which often made speaking regrettable in her mind. But there was someone who always seemed able to offer advice, even if she wasn't a mutant.

Laura smiled slightly as she put the finishing touches on her letter. She and Megan had kept in touch, although their letters were less frequent as of late. Her fingers reached up to brush over the necklace her cousin had given her the last time she had seen her. She was grateful for the gift, as it was something to remember her family by. Her hand dropped as she signed the letter and folded it. Laura stood up, emerald eyes scanning the lake as she did so, and brushed off her clothing. Frowning, she glanced once more at the letter, making sure that she hadn't described anything in too much detail. Megan hadn't liked the descriptions she had written after sparring matches in the Avengers Academy.

Just as she was about to turn and head towards the main building, her ears picked up on footfalls behind her. Assuming that whomever was making them would simply walk past her like everyone else, Laura was startled as a hand tapped her shoulder. Resisting the instinct to pop her claws and attack, she turned to face a handsome boy around her age. Before she could determine whether or not he was a threat, he spoke. Eyeing him, she nodded once, "Yes." She watched as he moved the stack of papers to one hand, before offering her the other. She shook it quickly, and listened as the boy, Andrey, began to speak with the charisma of a salesman about the school's clubs. For a moment she just listened, suddenly intrigued. How was he doing that with his voice? Was that the boy's power? Manipulating people with his voice? Laura smiled slightly, a small quirk of her lips as her eyes scanned him. His power didn't appear to be physical, but she wasn't quite sure it was psychic either. However, Andrey's voice had a draw to it--it was a voice that made people listen. Wanting to find out more about him, Laura returned to listening fully, unsatisfied by the lack of information she had gathered from a quick study of him. She would have to try again, with hopefully better results. At least he didn't seem like a possible threat, but of course he could actually be one. After the whole thing with Cyclops, anyone could be one.

"I do," she started, unsure of what exactly what the boy wanted her to say. She sniffed the air, attempting to find Andrey's scent from the melting pot of smells around her. Unable to in her first attempt, she continued speaking, wondering vaguely if it'd be too strange for her to actually sniff him, just to get as much of an undiluted smell as possible. "The polar bear club sounds interesting. What would you recommend?"

Studying him again, Laura thought back to whether or not she had seen him before. Since she had arrived from Avengers Academy, she could remember seeing him every once and awhile around the campus. He hadn't been a part of the X-Men, however, which made it doubtful that too many of the elder students would be able to shed any light on his powers. Logan wouldn't tell her if she asked, and her roommate probably didn't know him to begin with. Which left further analyzing him, or simply asking him. Laura frowned slightly, knowing that some mutants took it as an insult when asked about their abilities, while others were seconds away from declaring it to the world. She rubbed at her knuckles, over where her claws pop out. She entertained the notion of letting them, just to see if Andrey's reaction would shed any light on his powers. She was sure that he knew she was a clone, most of the school did, but knowing and seeing are very different things. After all, she was a female clone of the famed Weapon X, not an exact replica. Not to mention being legally his daughter, which she wasn't sure if anyone knew about. It wasn't like she had been around long after it was finalized. She had left to find herself, which hadn't gone the way she had hoped, as she was still as, if not more, confused as she was when she left.

((She wants to sniff him...any ideas as to what he'd smell like?))

[Andrey Beckman]

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[atrb=background, i41.tinypic.com/30aam9u.jpg] "Well if the polar bear club has your interest that's the best place to start of course. Personally I am a proud member of Alternate Dimension Explorers Club run by Dr.Hank McKoy. Not sure if that would be of interest for you, so your better to shoot with what your gut tells you." Andrey explained seemingly without a breath, his talent for talking and affinity with diving had his lungs set to function on longer more drawn out breaths then most. A skill that many told him was also part of his ability to keep calm under pressure. Another minor and mostly passed over looked skill, that in the future would prove crucial to his survival as a mutant. Andrey was also keen to watch her body language, as interested to know more about her as she secretly was to figure him out. At least he had gotten her name right, but he had no further idea if she was really the clone of Headmaster Logan or not. It was so hard to tell on the surface what anyone at this school was capable of. Very few powers presented them self as prominently as Professor MaCoy's or Toads, so without a demonstration or cautious questioning, it was near to impossible to simply guess what each students gift was. If the rumors were true, and she was a clone, then he at least had a general field to start with, but even then if he over stepped it, and acted as though he already knew her, it could lead to disaster. An assumption was no way to start a friendship, if he wanted answers, he would have to be more up front. Having already tested the waters in his own way, he didn't fell any hostility behind her. The mood she currently was demonstrating did not seem put off by his presence, a good sign to push forward. Relaxing his breath and properly gathering him self he spoke once more. His words far less rushed, and control far more evident over his tone, still keeping to that soothing kind speech. Trying to catch her eyes with his own, he didn't wander with his question. If she didn't want to answer it, so be it, but maybe she could respect his desires to hear from her own lips and not the whispers of the masses. "So, I've heard things around but am no gossip myself. I'd rather find out straight and true, are you really Headmaster's clone? Or is that just some first years speculation?". Andrey's smile was ever present, and despite his relaxed figure, was already trying to plan for the multiple ways she could react. His pale blue hues never left her own green gaze, using the ocular contact to convey a sense of respect. He was not here to ogle her, not one to 'ou' and 'ah' at a marvel of 'science'. Andrey could understand what it would mean to be different even beyond the mutant image, as far as he would ever see her, she was just as human as one born to natural parents. Wait, now he had a new question set, just how was it she was a clone? Was it a test tube thing? or was it a surrogate? Definitely not a good session of 20 questions for a first encounter. However, it only further drove his desire to become a closer friend, and in that trust and only trust, ask the potentially more personal questions. WORD COUNT // 588 OUTFIT // Cream white hoody; Black Jeans; White beenie TAG // Laura Kinney//X-23 RPN // Scents hmm, I would think maybe the ocean or perhaps fruits. He eats a lot of fruits and things. Swims a lot in the lake. Things like that.

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