Lil and Kyle. Backdated to January 18th.

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Backdated to January 18th.

Lil and Kyle have a run in on the smoker's porch after he insults Elvis while suggesting a trainee name for the blonde.


She really did need to stop. Just because there was no one to bitch about the smell didn't mean it was a good excuse to go from one pack a week to two. Still, that didn't stop Lil from lighting up a cigarette out on the smoker's porch. One leg bent with foot planted against the wall, the tall blonde stood jacket-less but comfortable as she exhaled the puff into the winter air and mused on the 'filthy habit' she supposed she was spiraling down into.

Kyle had been back and forth most of the afternoon with moving the piles of mulch that Yvette made of cleared-out brush and shrugs into bigger piles, and transferring some of it into Ororo's compost bins and he looked like a small angry tree had attacked him, with bits of leaves in his hair and dirt smudges on his arms and hands and bare feet. Even with a vigorous shake to try to get the leaves off, he was still in need of a change of clothes, and would've left tracks going in the front door. He wasn't even paying attention as he made his way to the smoker's porch to go in the back way until he realized the smell of cigarette smoke was current and not just the usual lingering stink. And by then he was practically there, and he couldn't very well turn around and walk off.

"Hi, please don't kill me?" he said, half-grinning, as he came up onto the porch.

Lil's brow lifted as she regarded the approaching figure. Tall - taller than her which certainly narrowed the number of suspects as to who he could be. She wasn't great with everyone's names and faces yet but she was fairly certain she had him pegged. "Kyle, yeah?" the Amazon asked, fixing him with a gaze that was barely warmer than the porch though the twitch of her lip gave away her amusement. "Pretty sure it's against the rules for me to kill you right out in the open."

"Last time I checked." Kyle answered cheerfully. "True. And I'm kinda hard to kill anyway, I mean with the healing and all." Not as hard as some people, but invulnerable people didn't count. "Also the Prof tends to look down on people bleeding all over his mansion. Not as much as Mr. Marko used to, but it's sort of frowned on." Which didn't actually prevent it from happening and did nothing to stop the less-bloody methods of revenge like putting people in the lake, but there was no way he was going to suggest that. Lil probably could put him in the lake, and it was damn cold in that water.

Her smirk spread just a bit in a feline like manner and she flicked a bit of ash in the direction of a can. "That so? Thanks for the tip." Still grinning she cracked her neck then kicked off the wall to take a step towards him, blatantly looking him up and down as if to pick a starting point for his penance for insulting Elvis. "No blood does put a damper on things... and we are quite close to the kitchen where anyone could see. Feel like going for a walk?"

Kyle snorted out a laugh, and sat down to pick the bits of mulch and debris out from under the claws on his feet. "Dude, I'm sorry about the Elvis thing. I mean, he's cool and all, I was making dumb jokes, it's a trainee name thing. We're supposed to sort of give the worst one possible." He didn't quite had the heart to tell Lil that the woods and grounds were sort of his place, and even if she had been angry enough to do his gross bodily harm - and he wasn't she really was - he'd have been up a tree and gone. Not that it would stop her from scheduling something in the Danger Room later, but that was later, and this was right now.

"I take my Elvis very seriously, Kyle. Do it again and you're gonna be eating blue suede shoes, got me? Also, those are the worst the lot of you can come up with?" Lil laughed at that. Seriously? Names like 'Nancy' and 'Stitch' and 'Bedazzled'? "I'm gonna teach you all how it's done next trainee in," she promised, taking a deal inhale of her cigarette, then blowing it into the wind and away from them. "Nothing I've seen on the journals even come close to bad. My codename back in Beta was Diamond Lil if that give you anything to work off of." Probably wouldn't but she'd at least make nice and seem like she was offering fodder.

"I dunno, I think after Laurie we all sort of gave up on really awful ones. No one likes yelling "Discharge! Duck!" across the Danger Room so we just started going with annoying but not like, totally awful." Kyle wasn't sure he wanted to give anyone anything worse than Discharge. Not after the mess Laurie was, and maybe her terrible code name didn't have anything to do with that, but who could tell with her sometimes? "See, if you're a diamond in training, we outta give you like, Cee-Zee or something for cubic whatever-you-call-it."

Lil's nose wrinkled when he mentioned Laurie's name. Yeah, well, not much could be worse than that. Thank goodness she'd only get hit with a lame one instead of an awful one. "Sweetie, nothing about me is fake," she laughed, flicking her cigarette again. "Diamond Lil was a Mae West character who later became the persona Mae was famous for. Brassy and bawdy. I just happen to have diamond tough skin and am named Lil so after a teammate suggested it, it stuck." Mainly because it was Madison who'd thought the name up but that was besides the point. "Honestly, none of you can think up a Canadian or blonde joke or anything? I mean, I'm a freaking Amazon and the best anyone's come up with is 'Nancy'??"

Kyle switched feet after pushing the tiny pile of mulch that had been under his claws onto the ground. "Wait, how close to diamonds? Have you met Yvette?" It was a total subject change, but it made sense in Kyle's head. "Tiny, red, her hair and skin's really hard and she's kinda got some issues with it. She's totally the nicest kid..." He paused and frowned. "Not really even a kid anymore, anyway, she's got some issues with it, so the more people who she can feel safe around is a good thing."

Taking another puff of her cigarette, Lil nodded. "Yeah. I found the little Edward Scissorhands trimming up a rose bush with her fingers couple weeks ago and helped her get the top done. Heavier than she looks but we got the job done." Rather than dropping the cigarette and stomping it out, Lil crushed it in her hand then tossed the butt in the pail before holding up her uninjured palm to illustrate her point. "Fireproof. Bulletproof. Laserproof. And apparently Yvetteproof, too."

"Laserproof? Dude, how do you know you're laserproof? Did you get laser-d? Don't tell Forge, he'll try to test lasers on you." Kyle made a non-committal 'huh.' at the lack of injury. "I just heal fast and regrow ... well, so far, fingers, toes or ears, and teeth. Which buy one, get two free mutation or something. So, okay, how do you cut your hair if you're fireproof? I mean, do you have to get, like, Logan to do it? Cause Yvette used to help Mr. Marko with his. He used to be the groundskeeper here, and pretty much everything-proof too."

"I trained with Beta Flight and got zapped a few times during the course of it," the blonde woman chuckled. "Plus the guy I married was a lot like Forge and I had to act as a shield once when one of his machines went on a bender." She continued to smile, his questions amusing her and Lil ran her hand through her hair, plucking out a single strand. "You're full of questions, ain't ya? No, I don't get Logan to cut my hair; I haven't seen him in close to three years but his claws can scratch me up some." The hair was wrapped around her finger then unraveled and wrapped again idly as she spoke. "Usually, I just let it grow but I hacked off a good bit before I came here; how is gonna stay my little secret."

Kyle shrugged, and grinned. "Wait until Paige or Forge gets ahold of you. Then you'll hear questions. Mine at least make sense, they talk all science-talk. It hurts my brain." He bent his head to look at the bottom of his foot for the moment and brushed something off into the lawn. "So you're everything-proof, and kinda super-strong? Man, I got nothing else good for trainee names. I'm all out. Without, you know, insulting the King and all."

"I'm used to the science-talk. Married a geek, after all," Lil said casually, still playing with the piece of hair. "Doesn't mean I understand it but I got used to it enough that I learned how to tune it out." She nodded at his question however. "Kinda super-strong. Weatherproof and a giant to boot. And if you can't use any of that there's always Canadian or blonde jokes," the tall woman pointed out. "Though, gotta warn you, you disrespect Elvis again and I'll strangle you with this strand of my hair. Quite handy as a garrote and makes a great whip, too."

"I'll be good!" Kyle said, with a raising of his hands in front of his face that was obviously hiding a wide grin. Even with the threats, he was finding that he liked Lil, it seemed like she was taking the whole weird mansion-superhero team-school full of mutants in stride and holding her own. "I think you're safe on the Elvis." He paused, and made a thoughtful noise. "Any objections if I give my mom grief by asking her if my bio-dad is Elvis? Because I don't think I've asked her about Elvis yet..."

"You better be," she laughed in return as she released the strand of hair into the wind. "You don't want to know what I do with naughty boys," the Amazon said with a wink before pulling another cigarette out of the pack, though she didn't light it. Instead, she merely kept it between her fingers, twirling it as if she just needed the weight there. "Ask if Elvis is your dad?" Lil repeated, her brow quirked in curiosity. "Uh, I guess I've got no problems with it seeing as he would have had to live into the - what? Late 80s, early 90s - To be your dad and I've got no complaints about that."

"It makes my mom crazy. She didn't tell me that my dad was really my stepdad until about two years ago, and I'm running out of guys to ask her about." Kyle explained after putting his hands down. "1990, so he'd have been, what, uh, fifty-mumble? That's pretty doable, I've heard about guys having kids at like, sixty and seventy and stuff."

"Fifty-five. He was born in 1935," Lil pointed out with a wrinkle of her nose. "But hey, whatever you want. Just keep his name clean and we're good. Sucks about the dad issue though," she added, offering him a little but genuine smile. Empathy for family issues weren't her strong point but it had to suck not knowing who your father was. Tucking the cigarette behind her ear, the tall blonde jerked her head back towards the kitchen. "I'm getting ready to head back in so I guess you're off the hook for any beat down."

"Eh, I'm pretty much over it. My dad's my dad, biology or not. Hell, he's cooler with this." Kyle pointed at his feet and wiggled his toes, showing off the prominent claws. "Than my mom is." Which was just another reason to give his mom hell from time to time. "I should probably get in myself. Healing factor or not, I get cold." Sometimes. The bare feet weren't helping.