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xp_logsShatterstar has a conversation with Hopey and aquires a new baby sister. Backdated to Dec 29.
It hadn't been difficult to find the interloper- Hope, Shatterstar had found out her name was. (Dishonoring Miss Abbott's good name, he thought to himself). He had two wooden training swords on his belt and a carefully written treatise in his head. He didn't fault her for panicking and destroying things or even being angry and destroying things- he wasn't that big of a hypocrite- but this was his home. These were his friends.
Perhaps it would be good for the girl to hear what he had to say from someone closer to her own age as well as the adults.
"We do not have a culture of fighting without proper consent here," he said in lieu of an introduction or greeting.
To her credit, Hope didn't fall off her chair, but she certainly had a comedic moment of making sure she didn't, surprised by Shatterstar's arrival. "Um," she said, recovering herself. "I, um, I'm really sorry about that. I didn't - well, I did mean to, but I didn't know you didn't have Cerebro and also you weren't evil, and also I thought nobody would be home so I could just sneak in, and then everyone was home, and things kind of, um." She lifted her shoulders apologetically. "Got out of control?"
It was a familiar enough story- Shatterstar was no stranger to things getting out of control. As much personal annoyance he had about having a wall thrown at him, he also understood. "We do not fight without consent," he repeated. "Which also means no one should fight you without your consent unless it is to protect themselves or others," he said, wanting more than anything for Hope to understand that.
He didn't know where she had come from. He had been in a place, once, where fighting was the norm- not just survival but a culture. Like dogs being baited.
The Xavier Mansion was not a dog fight.
"Do you understand what I am trying to tell you?" He asked her seriously.
"I - think so?" Hope sounded a little dubious, but she latched more firmly onto the main point she sensed: "I promise I won't try to fight anyone again. I wasn't trying to fight anyone in the first place. I didn't know everyone was nice."
"And no one else will try to fight you," Shatterstar said to assure her. "This is not that sort of place. Someone does and you do not reciprocate, you can get me or Terry or Kyle. And should you ever need to fight you can come get me," he said before pausing. "Excepting if I am in a lesson with Miss Abbott or Mr. Sydney." His other classes he didn't care about.
"This is..." He struggled with the wording for a moment. "This is not that sort of place," he settled in repeating. "I understand you did not know. And I understand accidents with powers happen. I forgive you for throwing a wall at me."
"That was you!" The small girl nodded in understanding. "I would've softened it. With my TK. I didn't want anyone to get hurt. I just - I had to - I thought I had to get downstairs. But you don't have it here anyway." She sighed. "I promise, I'll come get you - except if you're in training, of course." She understood about training. It was important. "Do you spar?" she asked hopefully. "I could use a sparring partner while I'm here, until my dad gets back."
"My other training or school it's fine to interrupt," he said dismissively- he knew Terry and Kyle wouldn't mind and his online teachers he didn't respect enough to care for their opinion.
He gave her a toothy smile at her question. "Yes I spar." He took one of the wooden training swords off his belt. "Has anyone ever taught you to use a sword?"
It hadn't been difficult to find the interloper- Hope, Shatterstar had found out her name was. (Dishonoring Miss Abbott's good name, he thought to himself). He had two wooden training swords on his belt and a carefully written treatise in his head. He didn't fault her for panicking and destroying things or even being angry and destroying things- he wasn't that big of a hypocrite- but this was his home. These were his friends.
Perhaps it would be good for the girl to hear what he had to say from someone closer to her own age as well as the adults.
"We do not have a culture of fighting without proper consent here," he said in lieu of an introduction or greeting.
To her credit, Hope didn't fall off her chair, but she certainly had a comedic moment of making sure she didn't, surprised by Shatterstar's arrival. "Um," she said, recovering herself. "I, um, I'm really sorry about that. I didn't - well, I did mean to, but I didn't know you didn't have Cerebro and also you weren't evil, and also I thought nobody would be home so I could just sneak in, and then everyone was home, and things kind of, um." She lifted her shoulders apologetically. "Got out of control?"
It was a familiar enough story- Shatterstar was no stranger to things getting out of control. As much personal annoyance he had about having a wall thrown at him, he also understood. "We do not fight without consent," he repeated. "Which also means no one should fight you without your consent unless it is to protect themselves or others," he said, wanting more than anything for Hope to understand that.
He didn't know where she had come from. He had been in a place, once, where fighting was the norm- not just survival but a culture. Like dogs being baited.
The Xavier Mansion was not a dog fight.
"Do you understand what I am trying to tell you?" He asked her seriously.
"I - think so?" Hope sounded a little dubious, but she latched more firmly onto the main point she sensed: "I promise I won't try to fight anyone again. I wasn't trying to fight anyone in the first place. I didn't know everyone was nice."
"And no one else will try to fight you," Shatterstar said to assure her. "This is not that sort of place. Someone does and you do not reciprocate, you can get me or Terry or Kyle. And should you ever need to fight you can come get me," he said before pausing. "Excepting if I am in a lesson with Miss Abbott or Mr. Sydney." His other classes he didn't care about.
"This is..." He struggled with the wording for a moment. "This is not that sort of place," he settled in repeating. "I understand you did not know. And I understand accidents with powers happen. I forgive you for throwing a wall at me."
"That was you!" The small girl nodded in understanding. "I would've softened it. With my TK. I didn't want anyone to get hurt. I just - I had to - I thought I had to get downstairs. But you don't have it here anyway." She sighed. "I promise, I'll come get you - except if you're in training, of course." She understood about training. It was important. "Do you spar?" she asked hopefully. "I could use a sparring partner while I'm here, until my dad gets back."
"My other training or school it's fine to interrupt," he said dismissively- he knew Terry and Kyle wouldn't mind and his online teachers he didn't respect enough to care for their opinion.
He gave her a toothy smile at her question. "Yes I spar." He took one of the wooden training swords off his belt. "Has anyone ever taught you to use a sword?"
