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xp_logsHazarding an exploration of the grounds, Nica comes across Bobby doing what Bobby does best. And is suitably impressed.
Frowning in concentration, Bobby carefully moved his hands as he focused his powers on the task at hand. He was working on another ice sculpture, his fourth of the day, and he wanted to make it his best. Three previous attempts sat on the lawn in various stages of melting: all of them different Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
The first had been Donatello, whose bo staff had since cracked in two in his hands, a large piece turning into a puddle on the ground. Next to him was Leonardo, with the blades of his crossed swords drooping over each other looking more like limp spaghetti rather than steel on steel. Michaelangelo had been third, with his damned nunchucks that were so friggin' hard to sculpt - seriously, making chain links out of ice was tough - that now shared a similar fate to Donatello's broken staff.
And now he was on his favourite, Raphael, whom he'd saved for last. He was now focusing on the one of the sais in his hand at the moment, trying to make it nice and sharp without breaking it off. It was a good test of his abilities and it was coming along alright, both thanks to his previous warm up attempts and the fact that Raph was his favourite.
Monica was wandering the grounds, enjoying being able to go outside without the usual paranoia, and reflecting that perhaps since she was at mutie boarding school, she could possibly leave off the long sleeves and pants and actually expose her skin again. Then she rounded the corner of the building and saw the boy and his artistic endeavors and her jaw literally dropped.
"O. M. G." she managed to explain once she'd regained use of her motor skills. "DUDE. That is amazing."
Bobby pulled away from his sculpture when he heard the other voice, surprised at first and moving back so he wouldn't damage it, but also to get a better view. "It's not bad, yeah, one of the better stabs I've taken at it. Heh." He chuckled at his own little pun, then walked around to see Raph from the other side.
It took him a second or two to realize he didn't know who it was that just spoke. "Oh, uh. Hi there, I'm Bobby, and you are...?" He would've offered his hand to shake but it was pretty darn cold, given what he was doing and all.
"Monica Rambeau. Nica. New kid on the block." She eyed his hands, a host of questions bubbling up. "So, you MAKE ice? Out of your bare hands? What's it feel like? And did they teach you to do the whole ice sculpting thing here?"
"It's uh. It's like... huh." He never really thought about what it felt like, or how to put that into words. He just did it, that was all. "I mean, it doesn't, like, come out of my hands, I just make it, y'know? Kinda like talking, words just come out of my mouth but they don't come out of my mouth. And the sculpting thing is just something I mess around with really."
Monica took in Bobby's words with a small frown of concentration and then she grinned. "Huh. That makes sense, I guess. How long have you been here? And what about your skin? Does the ice thing make you cold all of the time?" She paused. "Am I being rude? Is it rude to ask about people's powers? I'm still working out this whole mutant etiquette thing."
"Dude it's been a long time, and it doesn't make me cold, nope." He held his arm up for proof, showing there was no ice on it or anything. Bobby chuckled and shook his head at her last questions. "Nah, don't sweat it, it's all good. It's cool around here at least." Outside of the school not so much maybe, but they were safe there. "What about you, what's your thing, if you don't mind my asking?"
"Nothing as cool as ice sculptures," Monica said with a grimace. She pulled back her sleeve and held up her hand, exposing the glow. "I'm a walking light bulb, apparently."
Bobby looked over at the glowing light and grinned. "Light powers, cool. Is it just your hands or can you do it, like, all over?" he asked, genuinely interested.
For her part, Monica squirmed a little. "Sometimes," she replied, trying to be as frank as he'd been with her. She was safe here, she reminded herself. They were all mutants, no reason to hide. "The light builds up, and I have release it sometimes. Otherwise it's all glow, all the time." She grimaced. "Not exactly a good thing when you're trying to be normal and not get lynched."
"Yeah, I bet." he replied, unsure how to reply to something like that. Bobby had his own problems with his powers and having to hide them, and in fact had his own manifest while being bullied himself, but he'd never really felt like his life was being threatened. He was lucky his own abilities weren't all that difficult to hide at all. "You won't have to worry about that here though, which is good." And that was stating the obvious but he didn't know what else to say.
"That's what it says on the brochure." Monica noted the awkwardness and decided a change of subject was probably in order. "So what do you do in this place for fun? When you're not making ice turtles, that is?"
"Play sports, pull pranks, hang out with Milesy. The usual kinda stuff, I guess." Ok, except for the latter, but Miles was a pretty cool guy and he was sure Monica would agree once she met him, provided she hadn't already. "There's video games and tv and things like that as well I guess. Oh, and there's a pool too." Which was a must for beating the summer heat.
"Pool?" Considering how much she was overdressed, Monica latched onto that last one. Except she didn't have a swim suit. She frowned for a moment, then looked again at Bobby's sculptures, slowing melting in the heat, an idea forming. "Heeey," she said with a sudden grin. "You like to ice skate?"
"Do I?!" he exclaimed perhaps a little too loudly. "I mean, I do, yeah. I'm just extremely happy and surprised to hear someone else does too." It was about time! "You wanna go skate right now? I can totally hook us up, trust me." It wouldn't be the first time he'd expropriated the pool for skating purposes.
Frowning in concentration, Bobby carefully moved his hands as he focused his powers on the task at hand. He was working on another ice sculpture, his fourth of the day, and he wanted to make it his best. Three previous attempts sat on the lawn in various stages of melting: all of them different Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
The first had been Donatello, whose bo staff had since cracked in two in his hands, a large piece turning into a puddle on the ground. Next to him was Leonardo, with the blades of his crossed swords drooping over each other looking more like limp spaghetti rather than steel on steel. Michaelangelo had been third, with his damned nunchucks that were so friggin' hard to sculpt - seriously, making chain links out of ice was tough - that now shared a similar fate to Donatello's broken staff.
And now he was on his favourite, Raphael, whom he'd saved for last. He was now focusing on the one of the sais in his hand at the moment, trying to make it nice and sharp without breaking it off. It was a good test of his abilities and it was coming along alright, both thanks to his previous warm up attempts and the fact that Raph was his favourite.
Monica was wandering the grounds, enjoying being able to go outside without the usual paranoia, and reflecting that perhaps since she was at mutie boarding school, she could possibly leave off the long sleeves and pants and actually expose her skin again. Then she rounded the corner of the building and saw the boy and his artistic endeavors and her jaw literally dropped.
"O. M. G." she managed to explain once she'd regained use of her motor skills. "DUDE. That is amazing."
Bobby pulled away from his sculpture when he heard the other voice, surprised at first and moving back so he wouldn't damage it, but also to get a better view. "It's not bad, yeah, one of the better stabs I've taken at it. Heh." He chuckled at his own little pun, then walked around to see Raph from the other side.
It took him a second or two to realize he didn't know who it was that just spoke. "Oh, uh. Hi there, I'm Bobby, and you are...?" He would've offered his hand to shake but it was pretty darn cold, given what he was doing and all.
"Monica Rambeau. Nica. New kid on the block." She eyed his hands, a host of questions bubbling up. "So, you MAKE ice? Out of your bare hands? What's it feel like? And did they teach you to do the whole ice sculpting thing here?"
"It's uh. It's like... huh." He never really thought about what it felt like, or how to put that into words. He just did it, that was all. "I mean, it doesn't, like, come out of my hands, I just make it, y'know? Kinda like talking, words just come out of my mouth but they don't come out of my mouth. And the sculpting thing is just something I mess around with really."
Monica took in Bobby's words with a small frown of concentration and then she grinned. "Huh. That makes sense, I guess. How long have you been here? And what about your skin? Does the ice thing make you cold all of the time?" She paused. "Am I being rude? Is it rude to ask about people's powers? I'm still working out this whole mutant etiquette thing."
"Dude it's been a long time, and it doesn't make me cold, nope." He held his arm up for proof, showing there was no ice on it or anything. Bobby chuckled and shook his head at her last questions. "Nah, don't sweat it, it's all good. It's cool around here at least." Outside of the school not so much maybe, but they were safe there. "What about you, what's your thing, if you don't mind my asking?"
"Nothing as cool as ice sculptures," Monica said with a grimace. She pulled back her sleeve and held up her hand, exposing the glow. "I'm a walking light bulb, apparently."
Bobby looked over at the glowing light and grinned. "Light powers, cool. Is it just your hands or can you do it, like, all over?" he asked, genuinely interested.
For her part, Monica squirmed a little. "Sometimes," she replied, trying to be as frank as he'd been with her. She was safe here, she reminded herself. They were all mutants, no reason to hide. "The light builds up, and I have release it sometimes. Otherwise it's all glow, all the time." She grimaced. "Not exactly a good thing when you're trying to be normal and not get lynched."
"Yeah, I bet." he replied, unsure how to reply to something like that. Bobby had his own problems with his powers and having to hide them, and in fact had his own manifest while being bullied himself, but he'd never really felt like his life was being threatened. He was lucky his own abilities weren't all that difficult to hide at all. "You won't have to worry about that here though, which is good." And that was stating the obvious but he didn't know what else to say.
"That's what it says on the brochure." Monica noted the awkwardness and decided a change of subject was probably in order. "So what do you do in this place for fun? When you're not making ice turtles, that is?"
"Play sports, pull pranks, hang out with Milesy. The usual kinda stuff, I guess." Ok, except for the latter, but Miles was a pretty cool guy and he was sure Monica would agree once she met him, provided she hadn't already. "There's video games and tv and things like that as well I guess. Oh, and there's a pool too." Which was a must for beating the summer heat.
"Pool?" Considering how much she was overdressed, Monica latched onto that last one. Except she didn't have a swim suit. She frowned for a moment, then looked again at Bobby's sculptures, slowing melting in the heat, an idea forming. "Heeey," she said with a sudden grin. "You like to ice skate?"
"Do I?!" he exclaimed perhaps a little too loudly. "I mean, I do, yeah. I'm just extremely happy and surprised to hear someone else does too." It was about time! "You wanna go skate right now? I can totally hook us up, trust me." It wouldn't be the first time he'd expropriated the pool for skating purposes.
