Julian and Kevin play basketball
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xp_logsJulian runs into Kevin on his way back from the ELPIS office and convinces him to play a game of one-on-one.
Julian knelt down to tie his left shoe by the mansion’s back door, making his black track-pants swish as the material made contact with itself. It was cold outside, but the basketball court didn’t have snow on it yet and Julian would be damned if he was going to let the opportunity to let off some of the stress he’d built up in the move pass him by. The shoe tied, he grabbed the orange and black orb from the floor and bounded up, bouncing a little as he pulled up his hood and braced himself against the cold. Resolute in his need to do something familiar, Julian grasped the handle of the door and headed out into the chilly December afternoon.
Kevin was headed back to the mansion from the boathouse. At this point he thought he might actually miss the ELPIS office, Nathan's craziness and all. Perhaps it was specifically because of Nathan's insanity and the way he sometimes answered thoughts Kevin hadn't spoken aloud. Alright, that last bit was pretty creepy but it hadn't happened very often lately, or maybe even at all. Focusing wasn't exactly Kevin's strong point lately. Neither was noticing things like new people. Truth be told, that had never been a strength of his. In order to notice other people, especially new people, one had to pay attention to one's surroundings. Kevin was always so stuck in his own head and his avoidance of anything with a pulse half the time that new people didn't really pop up on his radar. Though when they were right where you were walking past it made them a bit hard to keep off your radar.
At first Kevin wasn't actually sure if it was a new person or if he was just inventing shapes that were a little too realistic. The lack of sleep had done that to him lately. Pausing mid-step, Kevin stared for a few moments before he was sure it really was a new person. Despite the realization he said nothing to the guy, just nodded in his direction and pulled his hood up over his head as a safety measure. For whose safety Kevin wasn't entirely sure.
He could see his breath in the air! Julian had always hated the cold and being exiled to the far and frozen North was a punishment for him- even if it had been with his father’s best intentions…which it hadn’t. He was hurrying to the basketball court across the leaf strewn steps of the backyard when he spotted another young man in a hoodie. Julian returned his nod and kept going, then stopped for a moment before turning and heading towards the other male- who looked about his age. It had been days since Julian had any significant interaction with someone who wasn’t a maladjusted or socially awkward girl in his age group, or a member of the school’s rather buff faculty and staff. He needed another guy to hang out with.
Julian hurried over to the other guy, who had now pulled his hood up, and put a gloved hand on his shoulder. “Hey, do you play?” he asked through chattering teeth. He gave him the warmest smile he could, given the weather and held out the basketball.
Kevin froze at the moment of contact between the two guys. It was truly a testament to how far he'd come with Leo that he didn't immediately begin to have a panic attack. The emotional numbness he'd had for weeks now may have helped to keep him from much more of a reaction as well. As it was Kevin turned to look at the hand and relaxed a little when he saw the glove. He gave himself a point mentally for not jumping out of reach of the guy. "Yeah, not a lot but Ah can put a ball in a hoop and can dribble without the ball hitting my foot and skittering off." The soft vowels of his native Georgia accent made him sound more calm than he felt, though the softness of his voice seemed to make him come across as more shy than he was.
After quickly checking over what the guy was wearing, how covered he was and how likely it was that the clothing would melt away to ashes on contact Kevin added very calmly added, "As long as you can pay enough attention to not end up in contact with anything not covered on me. Ah don't reckon you feel like missing half your shirt in twenty minutes, right?" Though he was sure some of the girls might thank him if new guy did lose his clothing because of Kevin's mutation.
Julian cocked his head ever so slightly at the seemingly odd statement, moving his hand off Kevin’s shoulder. “You get fouled a lot last time you played or something?” Julian asked, righting his head again. Before he could get an answer it dawned on Julian, once again, where he was and that this guy was probably talking about his mutation. Quickly, he changed the topic, “Uh, yeah, I probably wouldn’t want to be playing shirts versus skins in this weather…it’s a bit chilly for me, but I need to get my game on or I’m gunna go crazy.” Julian bounced the ball to Kevin carefully, not sure what the young man’s power was and not wanting to lose the only basketball he’d brought from home. “You up for a little one-on-one?”
There was almost an amused smirk at the incredibly innocent reaction the guy had to Kevin's warning. It even reached his lips when the fact it was a legitimate warning finally seemed to dawn on him. "Try ending up with your clothes being ashes on the floor. It's the more fun side effect." The less fun side effect was when you followed suit and were also ashes on the floor but Kevin decided to not mention it so explicitly. Catching the ball, Kevin dribbled it a few times. He watched the bouncing thoughtfully as if considering it carefully. "Sure. Ah'm Kevin. So who're you? Can't've been here long if you're only going to go crazy and haven't gotten there yet."
“Oh, I’m Julian,” he smiled, “Julian Keller, and you’re right, I’m new here.” Julian turned and started to walk toward the court, “Nice to meet you, Kevin.” It wasn’t until then that he remembered that it was incredibly cold out and he could still see his breath. “I don’t mean to be rude, but can we hurry, it’s a bit too cold for me out here. I’m used to much warmer climates, being from Los Angelas. Your accent sounds Southern,” he said, more a statement than a question, “where are you from?”
"You came here in December from LA? Are you nuts?" Kevin shook his head at Julian and there was pity in that gesture. He tucked the ball under his arm and picked up his pace so they could get there more quickly without Julian turning into an icicle first. "Ah'm from Atlanta. Haven't been there for a while, though. Being in Scotland for a year sort of numbs you to the cold here, though. It's kind of miserable all the time when you go from Georgia to Muir."
“I’ve never heard of the place,” Julian said as they reached the ball court, “Meer I mean, not Scotland- I’ve heard of Scotland…is it like one long episode of Highlander out there?” He gave Kevin a warm smile and began to do some warm-up stretches. “I’ve been to Atlanta once though, with my dad, when I was” he exhaled sharply and began to bounce around a little, “really young.” Julian thought back to Karolina’s words of warning about using powers out here, it got him wondering what Kevin’s power actually was. “It’s a nice city really, at least what I saw of it. You a Braves fan?”
"Muir," Kevin enunciated the name carefully so Julian would get the pronunciation right. Well, maybe he would. "It's a research place. Ah accidentally exploded someone so I went with him to Muir. He was just energy. Jono, you might see him around eventually. He doesn't have a mouth. Or a chest. So he's not wearing the stuff over the bottom of his face for bad goth fashion or anything. Just so you know." Kevin pulled off his hoodie and left it on a corner of the cement slab that made up the court. He was still wearing a long sleeved, hooded shirt, though. The hood was left up on purpose though Kevin knew it would fall off eventually. "Braves? Nah. Not really into watching sports. Kinda pointless, isn't it? Just go play, watching other people is kind of boring."
He gave Julian a nod once he seemed to be done with his stretches and Kevin threw the ball his way. Having been out and about most of the day already Kevin didn't feel the need to stretch and just jogged out to the center of the court. "You big into sports?"
After getting over the initial shock of hearing about ‘No Face Boy,’ Julian once again had to remind himself where he was- ‘I’ll never get used to living with some many of my kind’ he thought. “Wow, you blew up a guy and he’s still around…damn man, sounds like a useful ability.” To rid some of his own internal tension Julian laughed as he caught the ball and lazily bounced it off the asphalt a couple times. “Yeah, you could say that. I guess it’s fair warning I used to play basketball back in LA,” he said, adding ‘before they kicked me off the team’ to himself. “I’m a Lakers fan, and I love to swim, but Karolina already told me you don’t have many good beaches around here. What about you?” Julian lazily dribbled the ball to the center court, “what are we playing to?”
"Decomposing people isn't useful," Kevin answered more flatly than he'd intended to. "Being energy is, I guess. It was a weird powers interaction because he's pretty much psionic energy wrapped up in a body shell, so Ah decomposed his body and all that was left was the energy. Still not his favorite person after that." Kevin shrugged. He was more okay with it now than he used to be but he wasn't entirely okay with it. "Well, try not to kill me too badly, okay? Take some pity on the artist." Kevin was in great shape, but he didn't play organized sports because of his mutation. That didn't mean he didn't know how, though. "To twenty-one?"
“Works for me,” Julian said, tossing the ball to Kevin, “check.” Once the ball was back in his hands he started to dribble, still processing the fact that with a touch this guy could turn him to dust. It was a large court and he could see the subtle seem of the hanger doors, where a jet apparently sat idle. At first he faked left, then with an extra bit of force, he moved right, trying to get past Kevin to put himself in position for a layup.
The artist was more agile than he should have been as someone who didn't consider himself athletic, per se. Julian was certainly more so, but when he faked to Kevin's right the older boy was only a half step behind when the Californian then moved off to his left. His body moved to block Julian's path, an arm stretching out to the side as well. Kevin wondered how wary Julian was going to be of Kevin because of his mutation. After all, right now only his face was exposed. Right now he was mostly safe to be near.
Julian didn’t seem to mind Kevin’s arm, though it did put a stop to the clean break he had in mind. Instead he moved back a moment and turned around to protect the ball, “You’ve got some quickness in you.” He dribbled the ball and slowly backed his way toward the hoop. His hood was cutting off his peripheral vision, but it was definitely too cold to take it down. “So what kind of art do you do?” He thought the question might distract Kevin long enough for him to make a brake for it.
Quick, sure, but Kevin wasn't a basketball player like Julian was and when push came to shove he was sure he would be on the losing end of the match. It would, however, provide him a distraction until then and that was what Kevin needed. "All kinds." His voice came out a bit distracted as he tried to focus. He followed Julian as he backed away, staying on his toes so he could shift his weight more easily to intercept and possibly steal the ball from his opponent. "Drawing, painting, sculpture. Chicks dig artists."
Julian scoffed, playfully, and broke off to the left quickly; once clear he took his shot, letting the ball roll off the tips of his fingers. It probably would have gone in had it not been freezing outside and had he not been wearing gloves. Instead the ball fell short of the hoop and bounced away off the court. “Huh…” he said with a look of mild, but genuine, shock on his face, “I swear that’s never happened to me before.” After taking a deep breath he hurried over to get the ball, “Um, yeah, that they do. Which puts me in a bad spot, seeing as I’m artistically retarded.”
Too slow to block him, Kevin turned and ran but it was clear he wouldn't catch Julian before he could shoot. As the ball arched through the air Kevin jogged more slowly toward the basket with the intention of grabbing the ball once it was through the hoop. Too bad it never made it that far. "Guys usually say that in an entirely different context, y'know," he pointed out as Julian rushed after the ball. "Ah dunno, we could always just splatter some paint on your jeans and you could see how long it took before any of them asked for proof of your artistry or something."
Julian laughed at that, “I’d be up for that sometime, and once they do ask for proof, just splash some paint on a canvas and call it abstruct or something.” He gently lobbed the ball to Kevin, “You’re up, man.” He suppressed a sigh- it would be too visible- and waited for Kevin to check the ball to him. “So, aside from being an artist, what else do you do?”
"Abstract," Kevin corrected as he checked the ball. "At least get the terms right." Once the ball was back in his hands Kevin's eyes swept back and forth, deciding which direction would get him where he wanted to go better. "Sometimes Ah get shot at and sometimes Ah get knocked out while my roommate is turning into a jaguar. Last one was part of work. Ah work for Elpis, office in the boathouse," he nodded off in the general direction of the boathouse. He started off to his right, then shifted quickly to the left in an attempt to get around Julian.
Thirty minutes, twelve points and one decision to play Horse instead later, Julian had lost to Kevin- which he wholly blamed on the cold weather. They moved inside and were warming up in the kitchen together with a mug of hot chocolate. “So, we have the X-Men,” Julian paused for a moment, “weirdest name ever by the way. Then we have Elpis, RedX, um…the New Mutants. God, it’s busier than I thought around here.” He took a sip of his drink. “I really do owe Karolina an apology.”
"Ah always end up damp and miserable thanks to Red X," Kevin grumbled quietly between sips of cocoa. "But, yeah, there's sort of always something going on around here. And there's the Snow Valley people who are generally up to something but Ah wouldn't be the person to get information out of there. Not really my thing, paying attention to everything going on. At least you came after the New York stuff. That wasn't pretty. Most people came back pretty wrecked. Never boring around here, though."
“Everyone keeps mentioning New York,” Julian set down his mug on the table, “all I heard about it is a couple bits from the Daily Show.” His whole world had been falling down around him when New York City was attacked, things had been hard to keep track of. There had been several classroom discussions and charity drives, but at that point his teachers were ignoring him and he had withdrawn from class. “What happened?”
Even Kevin wasn't oblivious enough to miss what had happened in New York. Maybe it was because of the proximity to the city or maybe it was because he lived at the mansion, but either way it was hard for him to really grasp someone just not having paid any attention at all to it. "The sort version is that a mutant took it over forcefully, declared it a mutant zone and didn't give everyone else enough time to get out. Normal folk were mowed down for being in the city and not a mutant. Actually, that's just the beginning, not the short version." Kevin took another sip of cocoa before launching into everything he knew about Apocalypse and what had happened in New York City with him and because of him.
Julian knelt down to tie his left shoe by the mansion’s back door, making his black track-pants swish as the material made contact with itself. It was cold outside, but the basketball court didn’t have snow on it yet and Julian would be damned if he was going to let the opportunity to let off some of the stress he’d built up in the move pass him by. The shoe tied, he grabbed the orange and black orb from the floor and bounded up, bouncing a little as he pulled up his hood and braced himself against the cold. Resolute in his need to do something familiar, Julian grasped the handle of the door and headed out into the chilly December afternoon.
Kevin was headed back to the mansion from the boathouse. At this point he thought he might actually miss the ELPIS office, Nathan's craziness and all. Perhaps it was specifically because of Nathan's insanity and the way he sometimes answered thoughts Kevin hadn't spoken aloud. Alright, that last bit was pretty creepy but it hadn't happened very often lately, or maybe even at all. Focusing wasn't exactly Kevin's strong point lately. Neither was noticing things like new people. Truth be told, that had never been a strength of his. In order to notice other people, especially new people, one had to pay attention to one's surroundings. Kevin was always so stuck in his own head and his avoidance of anything with a pulse half the time that new people didn't really pop up on his radar. Though when they were right where you were walking past it made them a bit hard to keep off your radar.
At first Kevin wasn't actually sure if it was a new person or if he was just inventing shapes that were a little too realistic. The lack of sleep had done that to him lately. Pausing mid-step, Kevin stared for a few moments before he was sure it really was a new person. Despite the realization he said nothing to the guy, just nodded in his direction and pulled his hood up over his head as a safety measure. For whose safety Kevin wasn't entirely sure.
He could see his breath in the air! Julian had always hated the cold and being exiled to the far and frozen North was a punishment for him- even if it had been with his father’s best intentions…which it hadn’t. He was hurrying to the basketball court across the leaf strewn steps of the backyard when he spotted another young man in a hoodie. Julian returned his nod and kept going, then stopped for a moment before turning and heading towards the other male- who looked about his age. It had been days since Julian had any significant interaction with someone who wasn’t a maladjusted or socially awkward girl in his age group, or a member of the school’s rather buff faculty and staff. He needed another guy to hang out with.
Julian hurried over to the other guy, who had now pulled his hood up, and put a gloved hand on his shoulder. “Hey, do you play?” he asked through chattering teeth. He gave him the warmest smile he could, given the weather and held out the basketball.
Kevin froze at the moment of contact between the two guys. It was truly a testament to how far he'd come with Leo that he didn't immediately begin to have a panic attack. The emotional numbness he'd had for weeks now may have helped to keep him from much more of a reaction as well. As it was Kevin turned to look at the hand and relaxed a little when he saw the glove. He gave himself a point mentally for not jumping out of reach of the guy. "Yeah, not a lot but Ah can put a ball in a hoop and can dribble without the ball hitting my foot and skittering off." The soft vowels of his native Georgia accent made him sound more calm than he felt, though the softness of his voice seemed to make him come across as more shy than he was.
After quickly checking over what the guy was wearing, how covered he was and how likely it was that the clothing would melt away to ashes on contact Kevin added very calmly added, "As long as you can pay enough attention to not end up in contact with anything not covered on me. Ah don't reckon you feel like missing half your shirt in twenty minutes, right?" Though he was sure some of the girls might thank him if new guy did lose his clothing because of Kevin's mutation.
Julian cocked his head ever so slightly at the seemingly odd statement, moving his hand off Kevin’s shoulder. “You get fouled a lot last time you played or something?” Julian asked, righting his head again. Before he could get an answer it dawned on Julian, once again, where he was and that this guy was probably talking about his mutation. Quickly, he changed the topic, “Uh, yeah, I probably wouldn’t want to be playing shirts versus skins in this weather…it’s a bit chilly for me, but I need to get my game on or I’m gunna go crazy.” Julian bounced the ball to Kevin carefully, not sure what the young man’s power was and not wanting to lose the only basketball he’d brought from home. “You up for a little one-on-one?”
There was almost an amused smirk at the incredibly innocent reaction the guy had to Kevin's warning. It even reached his lips when the fact it was a legitimate warning finally seemed to dawn on him. "Try ending up with your clothes being ashes on the floor. It's the more fun side effect." The less fun side effect was when you followed suit and were also ashes on the floor but Kevin decided to not mention it so explicitly. Catching the ball, Kevin dribbled it a few times. He watched the bouncing thoughtfully as if considering it carefully. "Sure. Ah'm Kevin. So who're you? Can't've been here long if you're only going to go crazy and haven't gotten there yet."
“Oh, I’m Julian,” he smiled, “Julian Keller, and you’re right, I’m new here.” Julian turned and started to walk toward the court, “Nice to meet you, Kevin.” It wasn’t until then that he remembered that it was incredibly cold out and he could still see his breath. “I don’t mean to be rude, but can we hurry, it’s a bit too cold for me out here. I’m used to much warmer climates, being from Los Angelas. Your accent sounds Southern,” he said, more a statement than a question, “where are you from?”
"You came here in December from LA? Are you nuts?" Kevin shook his head at Julian and there was pity in that gesture. He tucked the ball under his arm and picked up his pace so they could get there more quickly without Julian turning into an icicle first. "Ah'm from Atlanta. Haven't been there for a while, though. Being in Scotland for a year sort of numbs you to the cold here, though. It's kind of miserable all the time when you go from Georgia to Muir."
“I’ve never heard of the place,” Julian said as they reached the ball court, “Meer I mean, not Scotland- I’ve heard of Scotland…is it like one long episode of Highlander out there?” He gave Kevin a warm smile and began to do some warm-up stretches. “I’ve been to Atlanta once though, with my dad, when I was” he exhaled sharply and began to bounce around a little, “really young.” Julian thought back to Karolina’s words of warning about using powers out here, it got him wondering what Kevin’s power actually was. “It’s a nice city really, at least what I saw of it. You a Braves fan?”
"Muir," Kevin enunciated the name carefully so Julian would get the pronunciation right. Well, maybe he would. "It's a research place. Ah accidentally exploded someone so I went with him to Muir. He was just energy. Jono, you might see him around eventually. He doesn't have a mouth. Or a chest. So he's not wearing the stuff over the bottom of his face for bad goth fashion or anything. Just so you know." Kevin pulled off his hoodie and left it on a corner of the cement slab that made up the court. He was still wearing a long sleeved, hooded shirt, though. The hood was left up on purpose though Kevin knew it would fall off eventually. "Braves? Nah. Not really into watching sports. Kinda pointless, isn't it? Just go play, watching other people is kind of boring."
He gave Julian a nod once he seemed to be done with his stretches and Kevin threw the ball his way. Having been out and about most of the day already Kevin didn't feel the need to stretch and just jogged out to the center of the court. "You big into sports?"
After getting over the initial shock of hearing about ‘No Face Boy,’ Julian once again had to remind himself where he was- ‘I’ll never get used to living with some many of my kind’ he thought. “Wow, you blew up a guy and he’s still around…damn man, sounds like a useful ability.” To rid some of his own internal tension Julian laughed as he caught the ball and lazily bounced it off the asphalt a couple times. “Yeah, you could say that. I guess it’s fair warning I used to play basketball back in LA,” he said, adding ‘before they kicked me off the team’ to himself. “I’m a Lakers fan, and I love to swim, but Karolina already told me you don’t have many good beaches around here. What about you?” Julian lazily dribbled the ball to the center court, “what are we playing to?”
"Decomposing people isn't useful," Kevin answered more flatly than he'd intended to. "Being energy is, I guess. It was a weird powers interaction because he's pretty much psionic energy wrapped up in a body shell, so Ah decomposed his body and all that was left was the energy. Still not his favorite person after that." Kevin shrugged. He was more okay with it now than he used to be but he wasn't entirely okay with it. "Well, try not to kill me too badly, okay? Take some pity on the artist." Kevin was in great shape, but he didn't play organized sports because of his mutation. That didn't mean he didn't know how, though. "To twenty-one?"
“Works for me,” Julian said, tossing the ball to Kevin, “check.” Once the ball was back in his hands he started to dribble, still processing the fact that with a touch this guy could turn him to dust. It was a large court and he could see the subtle seem of the hanger doors, where a jet apparently sat idle. At first he faked left, then with an extra bit of force, he moved right, trying to get past Kevin to put himself in position for a layup.
The artist was more agile than he should have been as someone who didn't consider himself athletic, per se. Julian was certainly more so, but when he faked to Kevin's right the older boy was only a half step behind when the Californian then moved off to his left. His body moved to block Julian's path, an arm stretching out to the side as well. Kevin wondered how wary Julian was going to be of Kevin because of his mutation. After all, right now only his face was exposed. Right now he was mostly safe to be near.
Julian didn’t seem to mind Kevin’s arm, though it did put a stop to the clean break he had in mind. Instead he moved back a moment and turned around to protect the ball, “You’ve got some quickness in you.” He dribbled the ball and slowly backed his way toward the hoop. His hood was cutting off his peripheral vision, but it was definitely too cold to take it down. “So what kind of art do you do?” He thought the question might distract Kevin long enough for him to make a brake for it.
Quick, sure, but Kevin wasn't a basketball player like Julian was and when push came to shove he was sure he would be on the losing end of the match. It would, however, provide him a distraction until then and that was what Kevin needed. "All kinds." His voice came out a bit distracted as he tried to focus. He followed Julian as he backed away, staying on his toes so he could shift his weight more easily to intercept and possibly steal the ball from his opponent. "Drawing, painting, sculpture. Chicks dig artists."
Julian scoffed, playfully, and broke off to the left quickly; once clear he took his shot, letting the ball roll off the tips of his fingers. It probably would have gone in had it not been freezing outside and had he not been wearing gloves. Instead the ball fell short of the hoop and bounced away off the court. “Huh…” he said with a look of mild, but genuine, shock on his face, “I swear that’s never happened to me before.” After taking a deep breath he hurried over to get the ball, “Um, yeah, that they do. Which puts me in a bad spot, seeing as I’m artistically retarded.”
Too slow to block him, Kevin turned and ran but it was clear he wouldn't catch Julian before he could shoot. As the ball arched through the air Kevin jogged more slowly toward the basket with the intention of grabbing the ball once it was through the hoop. Too bad it never made it that far. "Guys usually say that in an entirely different context, y'know," he pointed out as Julian rushed after the ball. "Ah dunno, we could always just splatter some paint on your jeans and you could see how long it took before any of them asked for proof of your artistry or something."
Julian laughed at that, “I’d be up for that sometime, and once they do ask for proof, just splash some paint on a canvas and call it abstruct or something.” He gently lobbed the ball to Kevin, “You’re up, man.” He suppressed a sigh- it would be too visible- and waited for Kevin to check the ball to him. “So, aside from being an artist, what else do you do?”
"Abstract," Kevin corrected as he checked the ball. "At least get the terms right." Once the ball was back in his hands Kevin's eyes swept back and forth, deciding which direction would get him where he wanted to go better. "Sometimes Ah get shot at and sometimes Ah get knocked out while my roommate is turning into a jaguar. Last one was part of work. Ah work for Elpis, office in the boathouse," he nodded off in the general direction of the boathouse. He started off to his right, then shifted quickly to the left in an attempt to get around Julian.
Thirty minutes, twelve points and one decision to play Horse instead later, Julian had lost to Kevin- which he wholly blamed on the cold weather. They moved inside and were warming up in the kitchen together with a mug of hot chocolate. “So, we have the X-Men,” Julian paused for a moment, “weirdest name ever by the way. Then we have Elpis, RedX, um…the New Mutants. God, it’s busier than I thought around here.” He took a sip of his drink. “I really do owe Karolina an apology.”
"Ah always end up damp and miserable thanks to Red X," Kevin grumbled quietly between sips of cocoa. "But, yeah, there's sort of always something going on around here. And there's the Snow Valley people who are generally up to something but Ah wouldn't be the person to get information out of there. Not really my thing, paying attention to everything going on. At least you came after the New York stuff. That wasn't pretty. Most people came back pretty wrecked. Never boring around here, though."
“Everyone keeps mentioning New York,” Julian set down his mug on the table, “all I heard about it is a couple bits from the Daily Show.” His whole world had been falling down around him when New York City was attacked, things had been hard to keep track of. There had been several classroom discussions and charity drives, but at that point his teachers were ignoring him and he had withdrawn from class. “What happened?”
Even Kevin wasn't oblivious enough to miss what had happened in New York. Maybe it was because of the proximity to the city or maybe it was because he lived at the mansion, but either way it was hard for him to really grasp someone just not having paid any attention at all to it. "The sort version is that a mutant took it over forcefully, declared it a mutant zone and didn't give everyone else enough time to get out. Normal folk were mowed down for being in the city and not a mutant. Actually, that's just the beginning, not the short version." Kevin took another sip of cocoa before launching into everything he knew about Apocalypse and what had happened in New York City with him and because of him.
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