xp_logs | Shinobi and Wanda

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Monday afternoon, Wanda is released from medlab, and ventures down to the kitchen to get some food before going to see Charles. Shinobi comes in for food after classes, and the two take a moment to bond over megalomaniacal fathers, and have a friendly chat about family.

With his classes for the day out of the way, Shinobi was free to move on to other, more rewarding pursuits than hammering A Midsummer Night's Dream into peoples' heads. Like food. Food was a very rewarding and noble pursuit. Hands tucked in his pockets, he hummed to himself as he made his way to the kitchen, the back of his mind still trying to decide between what he recalled seeing in the refridgerator at breakfast or calling for Chinese food.

Slightly startled, Wanda looked up from the sandwich she had made herself. The doctors had decided that she had recovered enough to be let out of the MedLab. She had been heading to Professor Xavier's office but the intense hunger had driven her here. While she had heard other people in the school, this was the first real run in she had had. "Hello," she called out, shifting slightly at the table.

Shinobi blinked once as he came into the kitchen, not so much due to the unexpected company, but more because it wasn't someone he recognized. "Hello," he echoed, mentally shrugging to himself and offering a warm grin as he resumed his trek towards the refridgerator. He'd only skimmed the journals that morning, but he knew he was forgetting something..

She watched him try to figure out who she was and grinned. He was cute, if young looking. "Wanda Maximoff," she offered before taking another bite of her sandwich.

Ah! Now he remembered. Shinobi looked over his shoulder as he opened the refridgerator, his grin actually widening a bit. "Shinobi Shaw," he greeted, wiggling one hand's fingers in a wave. "Do you want a drink, while I'm up, or are you alright?"

"I think I have had enough water to drown a small ocean vessel. However, if there is orange juice, I would be very grateful." Wanda couldn't help but grin as the light of recognition flared in his eyes. The name Shaw was...familiar. Maybe someone at the university had said it once?

After a quick scan of the fridge's innards, Shinobi brightened and pulled out the jug of orange juice, lifting it up to check the label. "I hope you like it pulpy," he blinked, shaking himself before moving to grab a glass. "I have no idea who in this house likes to chew their orange juice, but apparently, someone does."

She laughed at that. "I think I can make do with chewy orange juice. I have drank worse, believe me."

"There are far worse things than chewy orange juice," Shinobi agreed, grinning as he brought the jug and glass over to the table.

Grateful, she picked up the glass and took a drink. "So, what is your role here?" Wanda asked, smiling. "I have met the doctors, or nearly all of them."

"I think I technically have a couple," Shinobi replied thoughtfully, tilting his head to one side. "Let's see.. I take a couple of classes, but I teach a couple, too.. and in theory, if they'd have thought there'd have been use for me, I might have been brought along to pick you up for the trip here." He regained his grin, turning to return the jug to the refridgerator. "I'm also one of our charter members of the 'my father is a twisted megalomaniac, ask me how' club, though we've been very lax in actual meetings."

The last comment caught her by surprise and she blinked at him. "Really?" She gathered her composure after a second and smiled. "Well, is it an open club or is it be invite only? Because it sounds delightful."

"We prefer to keep the membership down, understandably, but anyone with reason to join can," Shinobi replied dryly, unable to help but shoot a wink over his shoulder. "We have punch and pie."

"Well, then, I believe I will have to join. I do so enjoy pie." She tilted her head at him, hair tumbling around her shoulders. "So, what has _yours_ done, if you do not mind me asking? Mine seems to want to take over the world."

Shinobi grabbed a small bottle of iced, green tea from the refridgerator before he closed it again. "Mine's in that field, too, I think," he admitted. "His plans also involve giant killer robots, though, so he's at least branching out."

"Giant killer robots?" Wanda mused for a second. "Mine seems to have a silly hat, from the last picture I saw of him. But I think the robots win." That is unless he had something to do with the last incident, the one that spawned the headache. Her eyes flashed for a second before she got herself under control again.

"Mine has silly hair," Shinobi countered, wiggling his eyebrows as he stepped over to claim himself an empty seat at the table. "I wonder if ridiculous headgear is a job requirement?"

The gentle sarcasam helped ground her a little more. "I think it is. I have not yet met with the Professor but I've seen pictures." Wanda smiled brightly. "The bad guys either have bad hair or stupid hats while the good guys...do not, to put it lightly."

"Charles has taken the safe route, when it comes to bad hair," Shinobi confirmed, grinning as he opened his bottle of tea. "Fortunately, he pulls it off nicely."

"Stresses of his position, I wager," she replied, still laughing though. Wanda appraised him for a second. "I am glad, though, that I will not be run out of here on a pike. Cecilia and Dr. Bartlett assured me I would not be but it is nice to get some proof."

Shinobi nodded, his own grin softening. "A few people might have a small freak-out about it," he warned lightly, "But by and large, everyone here trusts Charles' judgement. I don't think you need to worry too much."

"Good. I don't know how long I will be here--it does seem as if my paranoia was correct though--but I do not wish to make anyone overly uncomfortable." She shrugged. "And I will speak with anyone who does have a large problem with it." The sandwich finished, she stood up, bones creaking slightly, to put away her dish before sitting back down again.

"All things considered, you should be just fine," Shinobi replied thoughtfully. "There are people here with more.. direct relations to slightly bizarre sorts of things than a parent. Granted, yours is fairly high profile, but it should be okay."

"Too high profile, if you ask me. Too bad we can not pick our families."

"We can pick who people know are our families, though," Shinobi replied with a shrug. "Just takes some paperwork and no issue with taking on a new name. Just a lot of work, really."

Wanda nodded. "There is a reason I go by my mother's maiden name. She went to a lot of trouble to change our names, despite not having much money. My brother..." She shrugged. "I do not know if he dropped it or kept it, to tell you the truth."

"I'm an only child, myself." Shinobi paused, and amended, "As far as I know, anyway. I've never really thought about it."

"Twin...though I'm far better looking than my brother," she teased, a sudden pang hitting her. It had been a while since she had thought of Pietro.

"One of my friends is a twin," Shinobi smiled, either oblivious to the pang or opting not to call attention to it. "He and his sister are both here now, though I don't know her nearly as well yet."

"I will have to meet them. My brother and I have been seperated for a while, a little too long but sometimes not long enough." Wanda chuckled at the look Shinobi gave her. "You would understand if you weren't an only child."

Shinobi nodded, grinning thoughtfully. "I can try to understand, but I doubt I could without a sibling, no," he admitted. "I'll just have to try and live vicariously a little bit."

"Let me guess...adopting other people as family? Extended family is something I believe in. I am not related to most of my caravan by blood but I am closer to them than I will ever be to my father."

"A bit," Shinobi nodded, smiling. "There are a handfull of people here I consider family, which is.. oddly comforting, all things considered, really. I've never really had one before."

At that, Wanda shook her head. "That is a hard concept for me to wrap my brain around," she admitted. "We have about thirty people in our caravan and they are all pretty much family. Even the ones I do not particuarly care for."

"Dad was never much of a dad," Shinobi explained, smiling wryly. "His assistant was the closest thing to family I'd ever had, before I came here, really. I still miss her." He couldn't help a small, slightly wistful frown.

"I'm sorry, I know what it's like to miss family. Or those that feel like family."

"I need to ask Charles if I can get ahold of her.. thanks for reminding me." He regained his grin in short order. "Been meaning to ask for a while."

Wanda nodded her head slightly, returning the smile. "You are more than welcome. Consider it a favor for the company and kind words?"

"Only if the company and kind words part can happen again, while you're here," Shinobi chuckled. "As accepting a place as this is, there aren't many people here who understand that particular facet of the family tree." There was Manuel, of course, but.. well. He was Manuel.

"Of course they can. I don't think I will be under that much grief but knowing I have some support and friendship will help even more." Smiling again, Wanda stood up and started to put away the juice. "Now, I have to go see this Professor Xavier and work somethings out. I will endeavor to keep my opinion about his hair, or lack thereof, from coming out."

"Just think about it in a flattering tone," Shinobi suggested, tapping the side of his head with an innocent smile. "Just in case."