Bright Days (Open)

[Laura Kinney]

She was back, a part of the X-Men again. But it seemed that Laura had returned at a strange time. Attacks on students, mutants, had been happening as of late, forcing Logan to lecture them on a long list of new rules. Most of them were there simply to ensure that egotistical fools didn't get themselves killed with their idiotic antics. Laura didn't care so much about the new rules, as a part of her was positive that they didn't quite apply to her. But the school was different, perhaps because of her genetic template running it.

She had seen some of those she had once known around the campus. Although they had been civil when she had passed them, she wasn't sure that they would be as close as they once were. Laura had even seen Julian once, but they hadn't spoken. She doubted that they would for quite some time.

Laura sat down on the green, looking around her at the passing students. She had a new roommate, a recently made mutant by the name of Axelle. The other girl was French, which allowed Laura the mental stimulation found in speaking another language. Of course, Laura had found out this fact when they had first met. Her skin hadn't fully reformed from her fight with Hazmat, causing Axelle to shriek, screaming French profanity at her. Once her powers had been effectively explained, did the girl calm down enough to speak properly. The two hadn't talked as much since, both preferring to let the other do their 'own thing', but Axelle was likeable. She reminded Laura of Sooraya, a girl Laura considered still to be a friend. She was sure that the two would get along, if they ever had the chance to meet, despite their differing cultures.

Laura smiled slightly as the breeze pulled at her hair. It would be...pleasant to spend time with Sooraya again, and Cecily, if both of them had chosen to stay at the school.

[jamesjacobs123]

James sped across the courtyard, feeling the breeze on his hair and face. Exultant to be running again after a long day of classes, he contemplated upon his imporvement since attedning the school. He had gained a highr top speed than before. The leap was not significant, but it was definitely something. Progress. James took a lap around the school and ended up on the courtyard. Leaping high into the air using his momentum, he landed on his feet and sat down on the green grass. He then lied down on the grass and took out a sandwich. Turning, he saw that he was next to a girl. She wasn't too bad on the eyes, either. James smiled at her politely and took out a sandwich from his backpack. Munching on it, he enjoyed the warmth of the sun on his skin and the cool breeze ruffling his hair.

James then felt a crack as he bent over. A souvenir, from Wolverine's disciplinary actions against him. Still resentful against the headmaster, he had decided henceforward to avoid him at all costs, no matter the circumstances. He then turned to the girl apologetically. "You would not happen to have any napkins on you, would you?" He asked sheepishly. He had bits of food dribbling down his mouth as he spoke, and some turkey on the side of his cheek. He quickly wiped his face and looked at her, waiting for an answer from her.

[Laura Kinney]

Everyone has an unique pheromone signature, defining them through the sense of smell. While there are factors that cause the scent to fluctuate, the base always remains the same. This signature makes tracking someone easy, as scent leaves its touch on everything. As it was, Laura had always been able to quickly identify smells, whether to track something, or when it was used against her in the worst of ways: via the trigger scent.

That being said, it hadn't taken her long to notice a new smell on the wind, one different from the others around her. It was a strange one, a mix of sandalwood, sweat, poultry, and a faint smell of squirrel urine. To whomever the scent belonged, they were possibly wearing some sort of cologne. Or perhaps they had stepped into something on the way to the courtyard. Laura's nostrils flared in distaste, although her features remained impassive. It wasn't the most pleasant of smells.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she watched a teenage male lay down next to her, and begin eating a turkey sandwich. That explained the poultry smell, which had been diluted to her senses due to the stronger scents emanating from the male. Satisfied with that knowledge, she returned her gaze to the sky, wondering how Jubilee was doing at the moment. She was pulled from this thought as the teenager asked her for a napkin. She turned to face him, her green eyes studying him. He was young, a part of the new mutant race no doubt, and carelessly sloppy. His muscles were lean, hinting that he was fast, but not strong. Of course looks could be deceiving, but if her initial study was correct, there were numerous ways of neutralizing him if the teen proved to be a threat.

Realizing that he was expecting an answer to his question, Laura spoke simply: "No." She watched as he wiped off his face hastily, and commented, "You missed a spot."

[jamesjacobs123]

James nodded and continued looking forward. She reminded him of someone, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. Atta? Both of them shared a distant, somewhat smartypants attitude of sorts. He wiped off some turkey off of his chin quickly after she told him that he missed a spot. He lay back down, his muscles aching. After undergoing an intense training session at the gym, his limbs were sore and bruised. James's impulsiveness and hyperactivity kicked in, and he started shaking his legs around.

Deciding to make polite conversation with the young woman next to him, he turned to her. "What are your powers?" At first glance, she was a pretty, seemingly reserved girl. But upon further inspection, James spotted hints of muscle beneath her clothes, and a fierce, determined expression in her emerald eyes. In fact, she looked like a lioness, proud and mighty. James waited for an answer patiently.

[Laura Kinney]

Laura returned to her sky watching, satisfied with the plans she had thought of, vaguely noticing the way a few of the clouds looked like swords and guns. Her thoughts quickly moved back to her roommate, Axelle. The other girl had told her off the bat that she couldn't fight. Laura made a mental note to look out for the girl while they were in the Danger Room. While she could not shelter the girl, nor did she want to, the least Laura could do was made sure that she didn't get crushed during training. Although her abilities were curious, a plant manipulator, there was no statistical chance that the girl would have improved in her power mastery by the time of the first Danger Room session. As it was, Axelle's powers seemed to fluctuate at random, at times allowing her to use them and other times not. It was...interesting to hear about to say the least. They hadn't been roommates for long, for almost a week now, so Laura had not seen Axelle's powers put to much use.

Thinking of her roommate's abilities peeked her curiosity of what the male next to hers ability was. He didn't appear to have any physical mutations, but she didn't know whether or not that wasn't just a glamor of sorts. He could be a shapeshifter, or his X-Genne could have manifested through other means. Perhaps he was a telekinetic, like Julian, or even a healer, like Josh. In truth, a healer would be more strategic for the school, but the gene didn't manifest in that way. She looked over at the young male again, tilting her head as she tried to guess his abilities. She was pulled from her thoughts as he inquired about her abilities. Laura hesitated, wondering is she should inform him that she was not in fact a mutant, but a clone. She decided against it, choosing to keep the clone thing to herself at the moment. She didn't have to live her life as that, "A healing factor. You?"