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xp_logsNow that the grace period of excused-on-account-of-dinosaurs has passed, two of the mansion's inhabitants make an effort to do what Xavier's was actually created for and study. For approximately two minutes.
At first he thought he was seeing things. Motion out of the corner of his eye on the bookshelf opposite: not a person, just movement, slow and steady-moving. He was positive he'd seen it, but by the time he turned there was nothing.
Or, Marius observed upon closer inspection, nothing conventional. Something edged the books, a kind of glimmer, almost. Curious, Marius slipped his fingers around the spine of a likely book and extracted it from the shelf.
The book came away from the shelf in his hand. And so did a long, gently writhing web of red strings.
The strands shifted almost curiously to feel the hand that had disturbed them, prodding the unexpected disruption that had stopped them from reaching their goal. Wrapping around his hand, they inspected the texture, size and shape of the object, before suddenly stopping in their investigation.
Marius was familiar with this particular substance, at least in passing. Even he wasn't quite so self-involved as to have missed what was a rather common feature of everyday life at Xavier's. However, looking at the tendrils questing across his skin it occurred to him this was the first time he had ever been caressed by it. Some additional comment was required.
"Er."
The redhead, who had been on the other side of the library, quickly made her way over and nodded to Marius, the strands dropping down to the floor and twisting into a rope shape as they moved towards her. "My apologies. I sent them to retrieve that text and did not realize someone else would be attempting to see it." Since her previous weekend had been rather overtaken by the dino invasion, Medusa was trying to catch up on her work which meant too much time in the library.
Marius registered the redhead immediately, though his attention stayed on the crawling hair rather longer than strictly necessary. Then, remembering his manners, he shook himself back to awareness.
"No worries," Marius replied, glancing at the text in his hand, "I in fact have no pressing need. I merely felt the need for some personal assurance that the movement I caught was not in fact the pulsating of some dire hell-dimension attempting to leak into our own. These things must be constantly monitored."
"I personally am of the opinion that monitoring for demons or invasions from alternate dimensions is a fruitless endeavor as it has been years since the last occurrence, if my sources are accurate. Of course, I suppose one may interpret that as the school being long overdue for such an encounter," the Attilani girl said as she held out her hand for the book on romance languages and their history.
"Precisely. That current lull is because we maintain constant vigilance. Now we can afford to do nothing less, or incur the hideous consequences. Possibly entailing sulfur." Marius started to hold the book out to the girl, then paused. The rope of hair was still slithering patiently around Medusa's feet. It was slow, almost lazy, but there was an air of subdued purpose that was vaguely disquieting in anything without an apparent brain. As with all disquieting things, Marius was possessed by an overpowering urge to poke.
"Pardon me," the boy said, returning his gaze to Medusa while gesturing to the tendrils on the floor, "despite months of cohabitation I've never before seen this stuff whilst it was not engaged in some errand or another. Or, as current events force me to add, being used to steer a prehistoric beast. On leisurely inspection it is quite fascinatin' -- I find myself consumed by curiousity as to its capabilities. Dexterity, speed, control an' that." He pondered for a minute, then raised an eyebrow. This was an idea punishable by instant death-by-librarian. It was, however, Marius reflected, a chance he was willing to take. After all, it was for Science.
Generally speaking.
Raising the book above his head, Marius glanced around to ensure their privacy and gave the tall girl a grin. "Here -- can it, say, go long?"
Medusa arched an eyebrow in reply, the rope of hair scampering off until it sat a good distance from the pair and stuck one end up in the air, splitting in two to form two hand-like appendages. She was in no rush and it wasn't often she met people around the mansion who seemed to revel in powers use as she was accustomed to at home - and here was one who wanted to see just what she could do. There was no harm in pushing off her work for just a few more moments. "After training for nearly a decade, I would hope that I possessed the skill required to do what you are asking, though I doubt my instructor would have quite expected me to use his teachings in this fashion."
"Perfectly defensible. This is certainly a scene from everyday life, and thus practical application." Winding up to pitch a library book at a member of a royal family's detached strands of hair, it occurred to Marius living at Xavier's may have critically damaged his grasp on reality. A split-second of consideration revealed to him he did not, in fact, care. However, the situation did make him wonder about the various rumours that a sense of humour was under Attilan embargo.
Too much thought, not enough testing. Marius rounded his arm and chucked the book under-handed. While the hair's numerous errands gave him some confidence in its dexterity he did not want to be held accountable for property damage. He hadn't caught the title of the book, but from the heft of it whatever Medusa was studying didn't inspire brevity.
The book was deftly caught by the Hair, scarlet strands shifting together to catch the book. The tendrils scurried back over to the pair, almost sitting (as much as hair could sit) next to Medusa while keeping a firm grip on the text. "And how does the performance rate, Marius?"
Marius responded with a smattering of applause. "Very impressive. I should say at least a 9.5. Tack on another 5 if the scale upon which we operate is that of 'most distinct use of telekinesis.' This bein' quite impossible as the metaphorical scale in question peaking at a theoretical 10, but at some point one must stop overthinkin' the compliment."
"Indeed," Medusa said, the hair holding the book scuttling off towards the door of the library. "My thanks for the distraction. This has been a rather welcome break from a tedious day of study."
The long, loud wail of an air horn filled the library. Behind the obnoxious noise, Tabitha stood seething. "What do you think you're doing? Do you have any idea how old that book is? How much it cost? What it would take to replace?" She slammed the noise-maker down on a shelf and stomped toward the pair. She grabbed a vase off a near-by shelf and put it Marius' hands. "If you're going to throw something in the library, use this. Not books!"
Tabitha stomped away, grabbing her air horn along the way.
Marius stared off at the blonde storming away, then down at the vase in his hands. He raised his yellow eyes slowly to Medusa, heavy brows furrowed. "Have I just been scolded for horseplay with a lady of Attilan?"
"How rude," Medusa said, watching the blonde stomp away. "The book was unharmed and my hair is more than capable of taking excellent care of a text. It is far better than most of the children's grubby little hands." Flipping her hair over her shoulder, the red strands waved and twisted into patterns as she turned her attention back to Marius. "Ladies do not horseplay. We were merely investigating a rather interesting hypothesis as to whether or not my hair was able to perform a certain task."
"Indeed. We are both far too dignified for such childishness. This is a test of skill and dexterity. After all, knowin' the extent of another's mutation can be the difference between life an' death." Marius regarded the vase in his hands for a contemplative moment, then flashed another grin at Medusa.
"On the other hand, I've never been one to turn down a staff-request."
At first he thought he was seeing things. Motion out of the corner of his eye on the bookshelf opposite: not a person, just movement, slow and steady-moving. He was positive he'd seen it, but by the time he turned there was nothing.
Or, Marius observed upon closer inspection, nothing conventional. Something edged the books, a kind of glimmer, almost. Curious, Marius slipped his fingers around the spine of a likely book and extracted it from the shelf.
The book came away from the shelf in his hand. And so did a long, gently writhing web of red strings.
The strands shifted almost curiously to feel the hand that had disturbed them, prodding the unexpected disruption that had stopped them from reaching their goal. Wrapping around his hand, they inspected the texture, size and shape of the object, before suddenly stopping in their investigation.
Marius was familiar with this particular substance, at least in passing. Even he wasn't quite so self-involved as to have missed what was a rather common feature of everyday life at Xavier's. However, looking at the tendrils questing across his skin it occurred to him this was the first time he had ever been caressed by it. Some additional comment was required.
"Er."
The redhead, who had been on the other side of the library, quickly made her way over and nodded to Marius, the strands dropping down to the floor and twisting into a rope shape as they moved towards her. "My apologies. I sent them to retrieve that text and did not realize someone else would be attempting to see it." Since her previous weekend had been rather overtaken by the dino invasion, Medusa was trying to catch up on her work which meant too much time in the library.
Marius registered the redhead immediately, though his attention stayed on the crawling hair rather longer than strictly necessary. Then, remembering his manners, he shook himself back to awareness.
"No worries," Marius replied, glancing at the text in his hand, "I in fact have no pressing need. I merely felt the need for some personal assurance that the movement I caught was not in fact the pulsating of some dire hell-dimension attempting to leak into our own. These things must be constantly monitored."
"I personally am of the opinion that monitoring for demons or invasions from alternate dimensions is a fruitless endeavor as it has been years since the last occurrence, if my sources are accurate. Of course, I suppose one may interpret that as the school being long overdue for such an encounter," the Attilani girl said as she held out her hand for the book on romance languages and their history.
"Precisely. That current lull is because we maintain constant vigilance. Now we can afford to do nothing less, or incur the hideous consequences. Possibly entailing sulfur." Marius started to hold the book out to the girl, then paused. The rope of hair was still slithering patiently around Medusa's feet. It was slow, almost lazy, but there was an air of subdued purpose that was vaguely disquieting in anything without an apparent brain. As with all disquieting things, Marius was possessed by an overpowering urge to poke.
"Pardon me," the boy said, returning his gaze to Medusa while gesturing to the tendrils on the floor, "despite months of cohabitation I've never before seen this stuff whilst it was not engaged in some errand or another. Or, as current events force me to add, being used to steer a prehistoric beast. On leisurely inspection it is quite fascinatin' -- I find myself consumed by curiousity as to its capabilities. Dexterity, speed, control an' that." He pondered for a minute, then raised an eyebrow. This was an idea punishable by instant death-by-librarian. It was, however, Marius reflected, a chance he was willing to take. After all, it was for Science.
Generally speaking.
Raising the book above his head, Marius glanced around to ensure their privacy and gave the tall girl a grin. "Here -- can it, say, go long?"
Medusa arched an eyebrow in reply, the rope of hair scampering off until it sat a good distance from the pair and stuck one end up in the air, splitting in two to form two hand-like appendages. She was in no rush and it wasn't often she met people around the mansion who seemed to revel in powers use as she was accustomed to at home - and here was one who wanted to see just what she could do. There was no harm in pushing off her work for just a few more moments. "After training for nearly a decade, I would hope that I possessed the skill required to do what you are asking, though I doubt my instructor would have quite expected me to use his teachings in this fashion."
"Perfectly defensible. This is certainly a scene from everyday life, and thus practical application." Winding up to pitch a library book at a member of a royal family's detached strands of hair, it occurred to Marius living at Xavier's may have critically damaged his grasp on reality. A split-second of consideration revealed to him he did not, in fact, care. However, the situation did make him wonder about the various rumours that a sense of humour was under Attilan embargo.
Too much thought, not enough testing. Marius rounded his arm and chucked the book under-handed. While the hair's numerous errands gave him some confidence in its dexterity he did not want to be held accountable for property damage. He hadn't caught the title of the book, but from the heft of it whatever Medusa was studying didn't inspire brevity.
The book was deftly caught by the Hair, scarlet strands shifting together to catch the book. The tendrils scurried back over to the pair, almost sitting (as much as hair could sit) next to Medusa while keeping a firm grip on the text. "And how does the performance rate, Marius?"
Marius responded with a smattering of applause. "Very impressive. I should say at least a 9.5. Tack on another 5 if the scale upon which we operate is that of 'most distinct use of telekinesis.' This bein' quite impossible as the metaphorical scale in question peaking at a theoretical 10, but at some point one must stop overthinkin' the compliment."
"Indeed," Medusa said, the hair holding the book scuttling off towards the door of the library. "My thanks for the distraction. This has been a rather welcome break from a tedious day of study."
The long, loud wail of an air horn filled the library. Behind the obnoxious noise, Tabitha stood seething. "What do you think you're doing? Do you have any idea how old that book is? How much it cost? What it would take to replace?" She slammed the noise-maker down on a shelf and stomped toward the pair. She grabbed a vase off a near-by shelf and put it Marius' hands. "If you're going to throw something in the library, use this. Not books!"
Tabitha stomped away, grabbing her air horn along the way.
Marius stared off at the blonde storming away, then down at the vase in his hands. He raised his yellow eyes slowly to Medusa, heavy brows furrowed. "Have I just been scolded for horseplay with a lady of Attilan?"
"How rude," Medusa said, watching the blonde stomp away. "The book was unharmed and my hair is more than capable of taking excellent care of a text. It is far better than most of the children's grubby little hands." Flipping her hair over her shoulder, the red strands waved and twisted into patterns as she turned her attention back to Marius. "Ladies do not horseplay. We were merely investigating a rather interesting hypothesis as to whether or not my hair was able to perform a certain task."
"Indeed. We are both far too dignified for such childishness. This is a test of skill and dexterity. After all, knowin' the extent of another's mutation can be the difference between life an' death." Marius regarded the vase in his hands for a contemplative moment, then flashed another grin at Medusa.
"On the other hand, I've never been one to turn down a staff-request."
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Date: 2007-04-19 01:50 am (UTC)Great log!