Practice Makes Perfect

Summary:
July 02 2014: Scott, Amara, Bobby and Nancy all work out

Xavier's Mansion - Workout Room

One of a couple of workout rooms available at the school, this is one is equipped


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Nancy is nothing if not a slave to her pattern. It is after lunch, around three in the afternoon, so that means Nancy is working out in the gym. She's already finished her general workout for fitness and is now on the mat for her slow walk through of her martial arts training. She frowns, a lollipop in her mouth as she tries to remember it all.

*

"You eat suckers while doing a workout?" Scott's voice slithers out from under a raised eyebrow. He pulls the towel off his shoulder and heads over to one of the machines to get his cardio in. Well, Nancy certainly has a way of doing her own thing. That much is for sure.

Usually he's not down here at this time—mornings are when he likes to work out, but after a late night he missed his earlier time.

*

Bobby whistles a lot. He's kind of a happy guy that wway. Most of the time. Today it's 'Demons' by a certain popular alternative group.

<When you feel the heat, look into my eyes, it's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide.>

He comes around the corner with a pair of sticks in hand, dressed in gym pants and a tee, smiling when he sees Scott and Nancy.

*

"Heh. Hello Nancy and… person I've not yet met." He chuckles. "Place is pretty lively for a school in summer session." He walks right on over to one of the mats with a hanging punching bag and stretches a bit to limber up, twirling the sticks in hand in the manner of someone whose done this before.

*

Amara usually prefers to jog outside, and that's what she's done. But when it's summer, it's nice to cool down somewhere a little less hot, so she's made her way back to the gym. Hair pulled up into a ponytail and in shorts and a tank top, she looks like she could be any other young woman in town. Funny how mutations work.

"Not all the students here are welcome back home. Or can travel there easily," she says to Bobby as she comes in, smile flashing. "We manage, though."

*

Nancy shrugs to Scott. "When I'm on my own and just doing the slow walk through? Yeah. It's not like I got an opponent to worry about. 'sides, it helps me think."

And yes, Nancy is very much an indi-bloody-vidual. Dressed in short shorts and a pair of tank tops in contrasting colours, her arms sweep to the side in a slow arch, her barefeet softly swishing on the mat.

"Hey Bobby-cakes. How's you?" She gestures to the man doing the cardio. "Bobby, Scott. Scott, Bobby. There, now you've met. Converse and mingle. Hey Amara. And did you go and tell the kids here about my field? I got shanghaied into watching Frozen this morning. Again."

*

"Fascinating," Scott replies before turning his attention towards the newbie. "Hi Bobby, as Nancy mentioned, I'm Scott. Pleasure to meet you." He jogs along at a sprinting pace giving Amara a nod as he does so.

*

"Scott…" Bobby wonders for a moment if this is the Scott that Calvin said he would be talking to. Doesn't seem like exactly the place to ask though.

"Nice to meet you Scott. Like Nancy said, I'm Bobby." He's just starting to square off when Amara speaks up and he turns to see he missed her.

"Ah. Hey there Amara. Nice to see you again." Then he sets himself and begins to go through a routine. The sticks spin slowly in his hands as he works through the set, seeming familiar with it. Sometimes he turns and slaps the bag very lightly. The whole thing takes a couple minutes. When it's done he starts again, but at full speed the sticks making sharp *thud* sounds every time he strikes.

"You going through katas too, Nancy?" Bobby asks as he moves about his mat.

*

Amara starts up a treadmill at a slow pace, just working on cooling down from her run as she watches Bobby and Nancy on the mats. She's quiet for the moment, just gauging their levels.

Popping the lolly out of her mouth, Nan sticks her tongue out at Scott's back. She never said she was mature. "Yeah yeah. I know you just love me. Whatevs." She pops the dark brown orb back into her mouth and returns to her kata. There seem to be grips and grapples, sweeps of feet. No punches or kicks.

She nods over to Bobby. "Ain't really had anyone to practice with since I got here. Timing issue. I was starting to think I should change my work out time, so there were more people around, but then you all show up. So maybe not."

*

"Well welcome, Bobby. We're happy you're here," Scott says with a lopsided grin. He pays no attention to Nancy's childish display, charting it up as par for the course. He does his best not to stoop.

"Amara, how are plans coming for your trip?" he asks, looking to bring the other young woman into the conversation.

*

Bobby's not a soldier or professional fighter and it's pretty obvious watching him. But he's pretty good for a layman. Having a lynch mob sic’d on you gives you a more than academic interest in this kind of thing. Still, the thin scratch on his face (Amara can see it probably is going to leave a faint scar) is a testament to the fact that he's not had to do this too much over the course of his life. If he had, his reflexes would be a lot better.

"Thanks Scott. Nice to be here." He sounds pretty sincere though there's a very faint pensive note to the second part of that statement.

"I usually work out about now myself, Nancy. I just haven't had, y'know, excess to the school gym until recently. If ya need a sparring partner, I'd be happy to help. Kali and Judo's mostly what I do, if it matters."

*

"It looks like things should run smoothly," Amara answers Scott with a swift smile, still watching the others. "There is no need to hide," she says to the two of them. "There are many different levels and styles here. I would not recommend going toe to toe with Doug, though," she advises helpfully.

*

Nancy winks over to Bobby. "See? You get a welcome? Me, I get pretty much swept under the rug as a bad idea. Can you feel the love?" She snickers, her lips playing in an impish quirk. She nods her head politely to him.

"I would like that. Always good to have someone real to go against. Parti called what she was teaching me Hapkido. I liked to irritate her and call it Happy Kiddo, till she figured out I was just pulling her leg. That and well, New York girl scrapper. That's about all I got."

Nancy smiles over to Amara. "It's gonna be so sweet. The clothes, the food, the… you have sweets there, right?"

*

"Who's Parti?" Scott asks absently. "Sounds like a fun name." Now that he's getting into his workout, he turns up the tempo on his machine, breaking into a full sprint.

"Hapkido? Sure, sounds like it could be interesting. He's not sure who Parti is either, though he has read the news lately so he would likely recognize the full name. Bobby steps off his mat and on over to Nancy's. Hers doesn't have a big bag hanging in the middle of it. "So how do you wanna do this? Just a free form sparring match?"

He fishes out a couple of padded jackets for the sticks. Realistic training is, as any martial artist worth his salt will tell you, key to your skills translating to the real world. That said… no one likes getting slapped with foot long hardwood rods for practice.

*

"Chocolate originated in our area of the world," Amara answers Nancy's question obliquely, smile flashing. "Though we add less sugar to it than you find here. How is your cheek, Bobby?" she calls over, keeping to a swift walk for the time being. And yet, she doesn't seem intimidated by Scott's sprinting. She's doing her own thing.

*

Nancy walks over to her kit by the wall, popping her lolly into what looks like an old retainer holder. If she's gonna practice with a non-imaginary person, she should probably take the choking hazard out of her mouth. "Parti is the woman who was wanting to train me to be like her. Remember how I told you guys I didn't want to be a killer? Yeah, she wanted me to be like the next Punisher or something and… yeah… not gonna happen."

She frowns, remembering the Kushites, what she did there, all for Partisan's approval. She shudders for a moment and then pushes the thoughts away, brushing her hands on her thighs.

"Okay, hot stuff, I'm good with whatever you wanna do. Free for all sounds like fun." She rotates her wrists and ankles, warming up, but spares a wide smile to Amara. "I think I already love it there."

*

Scott tilts his head at the description of this Parti person, or at least Nancy's description of her. He watches the pair of Bobby and Nancy with some interest, gaining any information he can on how they quick their feet move and how fluid their hips are. Nancy has sensed Scott's disapproval, but at the end of the day if she can hold herself in a fight he's willing to let a lot go in the way of personality conflicts.

Bobby also devotes some time to loosening up. Do martial arts enough and you'll not stretch enough before one of your workouts. Everyone does. Almost no one does it twice. And given that she's said her style is Hapkido, having looser joints is kind of… mandatory. "Ooookay Nancy." Bobby, grins. "Ready when you are." He doesn't go for any of the BS about not holding back or making sure he goes easy on her. He's been doing this for three years with enough devotion to be pretty good at it, but if she was in training for Punisher material… well, underestimating her is probably not a good idea. Bobby only teases when it's all in good fun. Okay… that's not true, but he's still not stupid.

The sticks spin in his hand as he waits at a loose half crouch.

"It stings a bit, Amara." Bobby laughs, touching the scabbed over cut on his right cheek. "But not as badly as my pride. Dumb of me…"

*

Amara slows down the treadmill after a few minutes, letting herself cool down gradually. Ironic, for the woman who can go molten. There's a possibility she's evolved not to need to cool down, actually. But no sense in not following good practice anyhow.

"Who would have expected him to react so quickly? The same could have happened to anyone," she dismisses, glancing toward Scott to gauge his thoughts on the pair.

*

Nancy gives her head a shake. Her hair is in a ponytail, black and long. What happened to the short blond hair from just yesterday? She circles on the mat, watching Bobby carefully with a smile that seems two parts anticipation and one part flirtation. She drops her center of balance, her eyes taking in the details, the sticks, Bobby's crouch, his attitude.

It's when he lets himself be distracted by talking to Amara that she makes her move. She clearly left her previous mentor when she was still in training. She could be faster, cleaner, but she was as dedicated to this as she was to all things she sets her mind to. She steps in letting Bobby hit her back with his right arm, and in doing so, grabbing his wrist and turning it, using a pressure point at the same time to force him to drop the weapon. A hand, rigid like a blade, heads for his throat.

*

Scott doesn't seem to notice Amara noticing him noticing the others, but he does turn down the treadmill and begins his cool down period, taking much more interest now that things are getting more interesting. Time to see what these two got. He also wonders about the mark on Bobby's face, but doesn't ask about it.

*

"Ack!" She's good. And fast. Bobby isn't a complete novice at this kind of things. He loses the stick in his right hand, but the other whips up, aiming for a ringing blow along the ear and temple. Maybe enough to disorient her and get some space if lands. He backs, forced by the pressure on his arm to circle right and backwards or bend in a manner that's really unsuited for further self defense. Then he braces for the impact on his throat.

*

Amara leans forward, resting her forearms on the front of the treadmill as she walks. "Distance, Bobby," she calls, providing her own sort of advice. There's a grin for Nancy as well, but it's the sort that suggests Bobby's getting encouragement because Nancy is winning. So far.

*

And just as planned, the left stick comes right towards her. Bobby may have more years of experience, but hers is still fresh and recent. The knife hand that was heading for his throat turns into a sharp elbow at his wrist. She wraps her arm around his, twisting this arm as well and then smiles ferally as she proves her native New Yorker scrapper roots by bringing her forehead down onto his nose. Its an unorthodox style, brutal and meant to hurt. Lots. But in spite of her teacher's wishes, it is all non-lethal.

*

Scott's eyebrows come up at Nancy's strike as he turns and smirks at Amara. "She's great fun at dinner parties, I hear."

Two limbs tangled and Nancy well within his reach, none of which is advantageous for him. And Great Scott (no not that one!) that arm lock hurts. He's not completely out of it though. With a twist of his hips he cocks his left leg back and drives his heel down at her right knee, throwing his weight to the same side as he does. If he can just pull her off balance…

"She is very good for this," Amara nods toward Nancy at Scott's commentary, finally letting the treadmill come to a stop. "It is good for all of us to get more practice fighting without our powers, in case something should happen, or we should be in a situation where using them could do more harm than good." She pauses, tilting her head and arching a brow. "She is very good at this as well."

*

Bobby has the benefit of muscle mass. As she yelps from the heel to her knee and the press of his weight, Nancy falls to her back. She releases Bobby's arms and reaches for his shirt, bringing her left knee up to his chest and pushing as hard as she is able.

*

Scott chuckles at Amara, wondering for a moment if this is what it's like to talk to him. "Agreed," he says with a nod.

*

Bobby rolls with the knee though all can hear an audible 'ooof' as her knee forces the wind out of him. Now that she's on her back he shifts and tries to lock her arm out… the one that's currently locking his out. Another martial artist might try for something more painful or leathal but Bobby is neither of these. And, to be entirely fair, that grip on his arm *hurts*

*

Amara watches the struggle, then grins, stepping off of the treadmill. She can't exactly move to a place where neither of the others can see her, but she tries to find a spot that's a little less obvious. In the interest, of course, of going molten long enough to send a small tremor through the floor, rumbling the mat.

*

Aw, ain't that sweet? The chilly dude is trying to reverse her hold. But Nan still has the leverage there. So she twists a little more to let the pain distract him and then rolls him over onto his back. Only, she's not on top of him. No. She rolls back to where she was, taking one of his arms with her and locking it firmly in a bar that could dislocate his elbow if she pushed matters. When the floor rumbles under her, she lets go of Bobby rather then accidentally hurting him in a more serious fashion then she intends.

*

Scott is watching the goings on with intense interest until his concentration is broken by his cell phone going off. He reaches into the pocket of his athletic pants, checks the number, puts it to his ear and then departs quickly with a wave. "Let me know what happens, Amara."

*

Bobby is about to tap out when Amara's quake makes Nancy let go. He rises with a grunt, but he's grinning ear to ear, looking about for the source of the sudden shaking. "I think we can agree you won that Nancy." He says rolling his shoulder. "I'd be happy to do this regularly though. I'll bet it'd be good for the both of us." Finally landing eyes on Amara he winks and gives her the ‘I'm-Watching-You gesture.’ Or in this case ‘I-Know-What-You-Did.’

*

Amara is just over here innocently stretching. Nothing to see here. One of those ubiquitous New York tremors. Happen every day. No connection to the mutant with geothermal powers over here.

*

Nancy is smiling ear to ear. "Man, that was so awesome. Fighting someone that isn't over 100 years old is sooooo much easier!" She sits up on the mat now and rubs at her knee and then again at her ribs at her back. "I would totally do that again. I'd ask you to ice my knee for me, but I don't think I can."

She snickers and gets up, smiling at the gorgeous goddess of molten-y goodness. "Didn't want me to hurt the guy whose powers compliment yours so nicely?"

*

Bobby finds his sticks again and backs up a bit until he can feel his power again. He takes off one of the padded jackets for the sticks and fills it with ice, then tosses it to Nancy.

"Think fast!" He grins. "Can't have your knee swelling up or we'll have to wait longer to have another go at it… Wait. Hundred years old? Who… uh, do I want to know?" His expression clearly says it's her choice if she wants to tell him.

"I don't suppose you do anything like this Amara. We could make a regular practice group out of it. Clearly I need a bit more and it seems like Nan here is game, mmm?" He looks back to Nancy for confirmation. Well, double confirmation.

*

Amara winks back at Nancy, straightening up again. "I was curious to see how the two of you would react to the surprise," she admits. "It is not the type of situation one expects."

At Bobby's question, she starts back toward the pair, smile crooked. "I am practiced with a sword or a bow," she explains. "Though I have been taught some small measure of hand to hand as well. I find that when I am able to engage my powers, most are hesitant to engage at close quarters."

*

Nancy laughs when she sees Bobby make her a popsicle out of one of his sticks. She tries to catch it in the air, but the ice is slick and it falls to the mat. She sits herself down and ices her knee.

"Well, the position I had Bobby in, if I put any more pressure on his arm, it would have dislocated his elbow. That's why I let go. We're only supposed to be practicing. By the way, Bobby. How is your nose?" She winks playfully at Bobby, not apologizing for the head butt at all.

Shaking her raven-haired head, Nancy frowns. "Nah, I've told you guys too much already, really. You know how people love to keep their secret identities secret after all. Still, that said, I would love to see her again. I know we don't see eye to eye on how to fight the big fight, but she taught me a lot and put me on the path I'm on now, which led me here. I doubt Cal or Scott would approve of her, but from my point of view, she rocked." She looks at her knee, smirking as the color starts to show.

"Oh, heck yeah. I can't get better without practice. More the merrier. And I promise no more headbutts."

*

Bobby chuckles. "It's fine, thanks, Nancy. You did it fine, just rung my bells didn't break anything. Less humiliating than…"

He gestures to the cut on his cheek. "Anyway, I should be in here most days so hit me up - heh - any time. We can make a regular thing of if you'd like."

He grins to Amara. "That goes for you too. I'm sure we can find you a waster of some kind. I think a couple of the supply shops I use for practice gear have that kind of thing."

He sighs when Nancy mentions Cal and Scott disapproving of things. "Well secrets are important to some people. Forget I asked. She sounds like a pretty interesting lady though." Yeah, he gets secrets. Tricky, tricky secrets. He's glad he doesn't really have any to keep beyond the one at large of his icy predilections.

"Maybe we can work it into the powers practice we'd talked about." He nods to Amara once more, returning to the topic of working together.

*

"Cal and Scott make a habit of disapproving of things," Amara points out with a wry smile at Nancy's explanation.

"But they cannot disapprove of what they do not know, so." She moves toward a water cooler, filling a cup and holding it out to see if anyone else wants to take it.

"I think there will be more practicing," she agrees with a nod. "The other day…It was just a mugger, but it reminded me of what it feels like to make a difference."

*

"Wait. Mugger? Bobby, what did you do? Were you trying to play hero in Harlem?"

She rolls her eyes as she smiles, looking to the ceiling. "Hey, can you pass me that plastic box with my lolly in it? Actually, wait. No. I've been thinking of cutting my sugar back. Don't want to have my teeth fall out or anything gross like that."

She holds the ice baton on her knee some more and chuckles at Amara. "So, I should talk to you about sneaking me out of my Rapunzel's tower for some visit time? Cause I would love to go and do stuff outside of here. Last night, Illyana took me out to a nightclub. Magicked me up a damn fine set of clothes and gave me my old hair back."

*

Bobby shrugs. "Some guy mugged a lady yesterday. I wasn't that far behind him so I tried to run him down. Amara helped out when he proved to be a bit feisty."

He sticks a hand in his pocket and grins as Nancy talks about sneaking out. Speaking of disapproving of things, the way her 'protection' in general has been handled, at least what bit he understood of it, was something he disapproved of quite a bit. It wasn't strictly speaking any of his business though so he'd kept quiet on it for the most part, though. He'd also… kind of wondered about the change of hairstyle and color.

"Illyana? Anyone I should meet?"

*

"Ah, that explains it," Amara laughs ruefully. "Yes, Illyana has a tendency to do those sorts of things. It is quite convenient, if occasionally unsettling." She keeps the water for herself, taking a drink before explaining to Bobby. "Illyana is one of my classmates. We've actually been rooming together, since we both went to NYU. And she has a very unique set of powers. She's certainly the best suited to escapes from the tower. That's how we used to do it."

"And you didn't do that trick of freezing his feet? Or were you trying to be normal? Which, as a person who thought she was normal for the longest time, thank you. Oh, that reminds me. Here." She closes her eyes and slows her breathing, what she does when she is trying to shrink her field.

"Oh, trust me, Bobby, you'll meet her when she's good and ready. And you will either love her or hate her. Or hate her and then love her. She's awesome. And that isn't just the fact that I got a new outfit out of it talking. Oh, and Amara, I noticed you didn't comment on the younger set stealing me for Disney movies this morning." Please don't let Illyana have told Amara yet about Nancy's fondness for Disney movies. She'll never live this down.

*

That gets a laugh from Bobby. "I'm not one of those militants you see at the rallies in M-Town, Nancy. Honestly, if I didn't use my abilities at work semi-regularly I'd probably forget I had them. Well, ish." He waves his hand. "I'll explain some other time. But yeah, I just don't think of using them most times. Actually Amara had to yell at me to ice the guy before I caught up to him."

Bobby listens to Nancy's description of Illyana with a chuckle and an amused grin. "Alright, well I guess I'll meet her when I meet her, but if you two think she's awesome I don't see how she can be that bad. Wait. Disney movies?"

*

"I have most certainly not told anyone anything," Amara assures, arching a brow with a faint smile. "Truly, though. That was not me. If they're causing you any trouble, of course, you can always turn them down," she adds. "They're enjoying the summer, though. And since they're usually only here over the summer if there is no other option…" She trails off, smile fading as she looks toward the door. "I am sure they appreciated the company."

Nancy O'Neal sighs and rolls her eyes. It must have been Illyana. Dammit.

"Actually, no, they aren't bothering me. You're right. The kids that are here are cause they can't exactly leave, so being around me is just exactly what you said it would be. And I suppose that watching Frozen isn't gonna kill me. Depends on how many times they make me do it." She pretends to be grumpy about it cause, really? A 20 yr old goth who happens to have a weakness for Disney movies? And also has a crush on the cookie monster that lives in the labs downstairs? Yeah, Nancy will loose all credibility as a grumpy gothling.

*

Bobby either doesn't notice the subext of the conversation… or is really good at pretending to not notice. He's got nothing against Disney films after all. They give him songs to practice on the guitar when he doesn't feel like something more challenging. And no one expects an ice nerd to be remotely hip about things like movies. "Frozen huh? Was it movie day for the kids here? Mmmm. Maybe I could stop by on the weekend. Take a few of the older ones to get a burger or something. Wouldn't mind chaparoning a little field trip." His smile turns wry. "That is, if I can be trusted."

*

Bobby either doesn't notice the subext of the conversation… or is really good at pretending to not notice. He's got nothing against Disney films after all. They give him songs to practice on the guitar when he doesn't feel like something more challenging. And no one expects an ice nerd to be remotely hip about things like movies.

"Frozen huh? Was it movie day for the kids here? Mmmm. Maybe I could stop by on the weekend. Take a few of the older ones to get a burger or something. Wouldn't mind chaperoning a little field trip." His smile turns wry. "That is, if I can be trusted."

*

"I'm afraid I'm not qualified to make that decision," Amara smiles swiftly to Bobby. "But it sounds like a wonderful idea." There's another smile for Nancy, amused. "I am going to have to watch this movie some time, I think. Which is not me volunteering for the next round," she laughs quickly.

*

Nancy O'Neal says, "Nah, the kids like to be near me cause of my power. I give them a chance to just be normal. So, they woke me up to drag me to the tv room to watch Frozen. Have you seen the tv room? That thing is huge. Actually, everything here is huge.""

*

Bobby files the idea away for later review. Could have some merit, but he has to bring it up to the right people. Maybe Hank. Or at least maybe Hank would know who to float it by.

"Me in a wha- Oh… Hehehe." He snaps back to the present when Nancy mentions him in a dress.

"Nah. Idina has a better voice than me and looks better in translucent blue anyway. I've been told it's not really my color. Drink in the irony." He tosses Nancy a wink and shakes his head to Amara. "You should see it though, Amara, if only so you can groan with everyone else at my awful puns. They've been known to come up from time to time."

*

"Bobby in a dress?" Amara echoes with an arch of her brow and a dubious look at Bobby. "I have doubts." She drinks again, then tosses the empty cup into the trash. "The school is…well-equipped," she agrees at Nancy's assessment.

"Another thing to consider when you debate with yourself whether or not segregation, even self-imposed, is a good thing," she adds with a smirk toward Bobby.

*

"And then, when you see it, you will understand all the damn Let It Go jokes that are all over these days." She takes the ice baton off her knee, bending it to see that if the swelling is down. She gets up to her feet and hands the stick back to Bobby.

"So, that was the best work out I have ever had here. You know, I love this place and hate it at the same time. I want to see my mom, my friends. Okay, the money Parti gave me means I don't need to go back to work, but what happens in September when the new semester starts?"

*

"I'm pretty sure me in a dress is the best argument ever for non segregation." Bobby gives Amara a mischievous grin, deliberately misunderstanding her.

That's… not a question Bobby's really qualified to answer. "Well… I guess we hope that we can figure out a way to help you before then." He really does sympathize with her situation. Hell, he wants to help but what's an ice nerd to do? "Is anyone even trying that? Figuring out a way to fix your problem, that is?" Has he asked that before? No… don't think so. Probably a good thing to ask.

*

"We deal with next semester when it comes," Amara says gently. "You will not be the first of us to venture out into the world. Though this Hydra group seems…a complication." She takes a seat on a bench, looking between the others thoughtfully. "We do not generally go out of our way to seek out fights, but I am certain we can find a way to either keep you safe, or help you to keep yourself safe."

*

Nancy nods her head to Bobby's question. "Yeah, Parti and my friend Jeri are working on it. I guess the older folks here are doing it too. I'm feeling a little out of the loop, to be honest. I mean, I know that Cal and Illy helped me get Hydra off my back by making them think I'm in Europe, but that still leaves me with if I leave here, they might spot me and realize they've been duped."

She looks to Amara as if something about her is just confusing and amazing and shakes her head. "I know that you and Cal have explained it, but I still can't get over the fact that you don't even know me and you are all willing to help me like this. I mean… before I knew I had a power, I wouldn't have helped you." She sighs and shrugs. "Sorry. I know it's a little bitchy to admit it, but it's true."

*

Bobby nods, taking in that information. Good to know someone is trying to help Nancy.

"Nothing wrong with that Nancy. Most wouldn't. Most don't have a reason to think about that kind of thing. But some people are just built that way… or have gone through things that make them change their mind about it. I wouldn't have given two figs for that kind of risk before half my friends tried to lynch. Now the idea of people playing with the lives of other people, for whatever reason just makes me want to… do something." He shrugs and glances between Nancy and Amara. "Dunno if that makes any sense. Not sure it does to me some days. But there ya go."

*

"What are we if we cannot work together for the common good?"

Amara asks to Nancy's surprise. "Besides, if they are after you, they could be after any of us. We stand for each other. What is the reference?" She pauses, trying to come up with what she's vaguely remembering. "All for one and one for all!" she declares after a moment, grin flashing as she stands. "Anyhow, I should go and get cleaned up. I do wish we had proper baths here," she sighs.

*

Turning to Bobby, Nancy shakes her head. "But it wasn't a case of me just not wanting to put my neck out for a stranger. This… thing. That I do. It's given me a whole new perspective," she says, gesturing to herself. During the talk, her ability to keep her field held in by her own will shows that it is still a skill in practice, her field shrinking and growing as she puts more or less concentration on it. But it's improving.

"I used to be so mad. All those tests. I was told I was gonna be something special. But then… nothing. And there were people flying and bursting into flame and going invisible… Why them? Why not me? And then you see them trying to save stuff and doing so much collateral damage that you have to wonder if it was really worth the effort. And the egos on some of them! They think that just cause they're a super, they can do whatever they want. No consequence. No payback. And then this happened. I was even madder at first. I was gonna use this to make all mutants pay for being suck dicks. But… well… I ended up here and I realized… well, you're not as much of a bunch of ass-hats as I thought."

She looks over to Amara and starts to laugh. "Well, I will take that as your very polite way of saying "Hey Nancy, you're bringing us all down. Stop being such a bummer."


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