New Mutants Reunion

Summary:
August 09, 2014: Some of the old Xavier alumni run into each other at the school.

Xavier's Institute — New York City

Nestled in the northern corner of Westchester County, Xavier's Institute for the Gifted sprawls across acres and acres of property containing a multitude of buildings and grounds. Far enough away from the hustle and bustle of City life, the lights and sounds of the Big Apple are never truly too far for day trips.

The institute itself is a walled complex with subtle and hidden security stations. Coming up the main approach, it looks collegiate; the shrubs and bushes are carefully and expertly pruned, and all is in place.


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Summer is coming to an end, and that means that activity at Xavier's is picking up again. Every day or two, another parent shows up to drop off their child, some of them with relief, others - more rare - with some real sorrow at leaving their children behind. It's a sign to Amara that it's past time to decide what she's going to do next with her life, which probably explains why she's been so absent of late, and also why she's checking back in here. There are opportunities out in the world, but this is home in a lot of ways. She's found a spot on one of the balconies that looks out toward the front entrance, watching as a pair of parents unload their station wagon to drop off their child.
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A circle of light opens near Amara, the longer-haired blonde stepping through in bare feet, jeans and her Xavier's T-shirt. It's looking a bit worn these days. It's been years since they went to school here. Stepping up, Illyana leans on the railing next to her old roomie. "You're having Deep Thoughts." Illyana says, smirking over at Amara.
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A silver sports car of a totally unique design purrs up the drive like a drop of mercury and stops by the front entrance to the school. One of the doors pops upward, and the driver hops out, wearing designer jeans and a light-colored blazer over a red shirt with the top few buttons undone. It's Roberto da Costa, and he turns and locks the car down with a keyless remote. He looks up at the school — which he hasn't seen in person for a deplorable interval — and spots Amara and Illyana.

He raises one hand in greeting, then grins, shifts into his molten form, and leaps into the air. With only the slightest extra kick of thrust from his golden corona, he comes in for a soft landing next to her. This flashy arrival is sure to either delight or worry the arriving students and their parents, but Sunspot can't help it if he likes to make an entrance. "Amara!" he greets his old classmate enthusiastically. "How have you been? 'Yana, if I had known you were coming, I would have hitched a ride."
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"Berto!" Doug calls out, as he grabs the Styrofoam fingers and baseball flags out of the back seat of the car. They'd spent the afternoon watching a baseball game, and it'd proven to be a fun encounter. Of course, Doug'd had to point out the finer points of the game, and when they weren't watching the game itself, they were people-watching.

And apparently, it turned out, the 'watching' wasn't over for Berto, as he'd immediately darted out. The way 'Berto straightened his collar, and puffed his chest out, well, Doug had to admit, it was -very- much like watching a peacock strut his stuff.

"Hey! Illy! 'Mara!" Doug calls out. "I'm coming up there." The looooong way, it seems.
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"It is the time for deep thoughts," Amara replies to Illyana with a flicker of a smile, but before she can elucidate on them, the boys are back and 'Berto is dropping in. "You lie," she laughs to his greeting, shaking her head with a broader smile. "If you had come with Illyana, you would have had to leave your flashy car behind, and then how would we know how successful you are?" For all her teasing, though, she steps forward to catch him in a brief hug, smile warm. "I've been well, 'Berto," she says as she steps back, waving back to Doug. "Graduated. Trying to decide what I do now."
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Or maybe the not-so-long way. As Doug starts towards the door, Illyana wiggles her fingers at him and a stepping disk opens right beneath his feet with another opening on the balcony with them. It might be a little bit of a drop, but nothing painful. Need to leave Illyana her little games.

'Berto gets a chuckle. "I thought maybe you were avoiding the place. Math hives or something." She teases. Of course, Roberto likely did better at math than she did. For some reason the sorceress seems convinced she can add two and two and get demon.
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Smiling broadly as he returns Amara's hug, Roberto teases her, "Please, Amara. I would never insult you that way. As if a woman as perceptive as you would need a crass display to remember how successful I am!" Suddenly realizing that he forgot something important, Roberto grimaces and turns back to the balcony rail. "Ah, merda. Sorry, Doug! I'll be right b— oh." Looks like Illyana took care of it. Still, so much for his stylish entrance. "I haven't been avoiding it. I've just been — say it with me — 'unavoidably detained.'" He shakes his head ruefully as the frequent refrain.
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A step forward, a stumble, and then Doug is dropping the Styrofoam fingers and the flags in an attempt to find his footing. Whoops.

"Sorry, we just got back from a ball game. You should've come along. Plenty of bleacher bums, and a hell of a nice day out." Granted, of the lot here, he was the only one who might actually understand the 'American pastime'… although at least 'Berto appreciated the sport. If not the long waits between pitches… at least until Doug'd managed to convince him that it was -perfectly- a good idea to do the people-watching between pitches. Especially that girl behind home plate.
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Amara reaches out to help steady Doug when Illyana 'ports him in, smirking at the other girl. "Unavoidably detained by what, 'Berto?" she asks, arching a brow. "We went to Nova Roma recently. I had thought to visit you while we were there, but I wasn't certain if you would be in Rio or elsewhere. And then there were…complications," she adds with a glance to Illyana and Doug. "It's good to see you back, though. I was just feeling terribly homesick for everyone, actually."
"I guess that means it's reunion time." Illyana says dryly, leaning back against the railing so she can face them, elbows resting on that top rail. "I thought it'd be another six years before that, though." She frowns, and it's not all teasing. "I didn't lose six years, did I?" She doesn't usually teleport through time accidentally anymore but… you never know!

At Amara's question of what was detaining Roberto? She smirks over at the Brazilian. "Candy? Twinkle? Bambi? Something like that I'm sure."
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Roberto pats Doug on the back as he and Amara help their friend steady himself. "We had to compensate a little for the shortcomings of the sport," he says with a wry glance to the girls, "but all in all, it was certainly a better time than the Brazil-Germany game." He refers, of course, to his national team's brutal and pivotal defeat in the last World Cup.

Illyana gets a chiding, narrow-eyed glance, before he answers Amara's question himself. "Business, business, business. I would have liked to see Nova Roma again, but I was in Europe humoring a bunch of tedious investment bankers for my father. As I already explained to Illyana, not two weeks ago." That should implicitly answer the time-travel question.
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"Wasn't your business in France, 'Berto?" Doug can't help but intercede, as he grins, patting Berto in return. "And it's not like they don't have -very- good female bankers over there. I don't know if you'd find Emmanuelle that tedious…"

Amara gets a look and a shake of his head. "Well, we were bound to have a reunion soon, anyway… has Illyana told you what was up with her?" He hadn't gotten all the details himself, but that something was up with Limbo.
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"We've both just graduated, Illyana," Amara supplies matter-of-factly. A few years of living together have accustomed her to temporal reminders, apparently. "University," she adds in clarification before shaking her head at Doug and Roberto, amused. "Well, I'm glad that you've managed to do some growing up, 'Berto. Perhaps you are the person I should ask for advice on what to do next. Illyana and Doug say I should establish a Nova Roman embassy, but I think they're hoping it will provide them with employment as well," she teases the others. "While I have been considering pursuing a different sort of career."
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Illyana gives a small shrug, but her smirk doesn't look guilty at all. "Guilty as charged. But hey, the time and frustration I could save you on transportation? I think I'm totally worth it."

The 'what's up with Illyana' gets an arched brow. "What do you mean what's up with me?" She's got a lot of stuff going on, but nothing's up with her! "At least I found somewhere to stay, even if I don't have a job." Or, well, a few places.
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"As kind as you are, don't give me too much credit for maturity, Amara," 'Berto says with a self-deprecating smile. "Turns out you don't have to give up all your adolescent amusements to make it in business." Okay, maybe 'self-deprecating' isn't the best way to describe that smile. "What line of work are you considering?" he asks her. "I may know someone who's hiring."

Turning to Doug, with a sigh, he continues, "I'm sure your friend is charming, Doug, but it's not like I got to choose the bankers I dealt with." He winces and adds, "Besides, my pai is called Emmanuel. That is one name that I would really rather not be shouting at an intimate moment."
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"What -other- sort of career could you have, 'Mara?" Doug raises an eyebrow. "'Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country', it seems to me that's what you're struggling with."

Doug arches an eyebrow. "Oh, I was told Limbo was in need of repair, which was why…" Pause. Was this something he wasn't supposed to be telling Illyana? "Um… never mind."

There was a look at Berto, followed by a look of disgust. "Say no more."
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"There is a group of young heroes, about our age," Amara admits to the others, shrugging slightly. "I was thinking of…Well. You know. Except that I wonder if I was thinking of them only because they reminded me of us," she adds, looking around them with a small smile. "But I want to feel like I'm doing something. Helping people. Making a difference. And I think we all know that the truth about an embassy is that it's going to be a great deal of paperwork, for the most part. And even still, I should talk to the X-Men first. It would feel like a betrayal to join someone else without even saying anything." Shaking her head, she looks back to Illyana and Doug, brows furrowed. "But what's happening with Limbo?"
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Illyana grimaces a bit, because OK. She has heard some of this but apparently in the re-telling it's… changing. Playing Telephone with the state of Limbo. "It's… not in need of repair, per se. That implies that something's wrong with it. Which it's not. It's more that some of my friends are hoping to change its nature a bit." And with it, change hers. Her friends are likely all famiiar with the year shortly after they graduated Xavier's where Illyana was free of her demonic side. And with it her magic. During that time Limbo was green and beautiful. But when she had to take it back… The land has slowly been dying from the outside towards the heart. "So it's nothing that important or urgent." Just trying to save her soul.
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As for that group of heroes? Illyana chuckles. "If you do, it's probably gonna be high school all over." She teases Amara. "All those big egos," Because super-powered folks seem to have them. "And most of them probably aren't used to working as a team." Like they are. "You know if you wanted to moonlight, you just had to say so."
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"Eeeeeyeah," Berto says to Doug with a slightly pained laugh. "Deal-breaker."

The conversation about Limbo leaves him looking at each of the others in turn, an uncomfortable frown on his face. Finally, he chimes in, admitting: "I'm in on this, too, Illyana. I thought it was supposed to be a present — maybe a sort of surprise? — which is why I didn't mention it to you."

He cheers up as he addresses Amara's interest in super heroism. "I admit, I miss going out and causing trouble with the rest of you," he says. Wrinkling his nose, he continues, "I'm not great at chasing the action on my own; I'm sure some of you might have seen me on the news, getting steamrolled by a prehistoric fish. I was thinking of working with the X-men a bit more, personally. What team were you considering, Amara?"
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"Well, yeah. Nan was looking for you, Amara, and you, 'Berto, as we had some… plants we're supposed to talk to and think about in order to plant things in Limbo to make things better," Doug expands, scratching his head. "So… I'm not sure what will happen with it."

Doug arches an eyebrow, then, at Berto. "I wouldn't say steamrolled as much as, well… skidmarked."
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Amara pauses, brows furrowing as she looks back to Doug. "We have plants we're supposed to talk to?" she asks, trying to connect that information to…anything that makes sense. She shakes her head without waiting for an answer, moving on to her explanation. "I didn't catch what they called themselves as a whole. Tempest, Flash, Raven, Arsenal. They were about our age, so at least it wasn't like…well, you know. It was nice not to be treated like a child." A smile quirks as she looks to Roberto. "I don't think I caught that footage. I'll have to look it up."
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Illyana arches her brows at the news of Roberto's eventful evening and shakes her head in bemusement. "You get into so much trouble!" She chides.

Looking over at Amara she shakes her head. "Don't worry about it too much. It's just this… theory that tending Limbo might… affect me." Aaaaand this is definitely getting into uncomfortable touchy-feely stuff for Illyana. So she changes the subject.

"It's been years since we were that young and raw. No one should be treating you like a child, 'Mara. Still. I dunno if I would want to hook up with a group of people I don't know." It took her long enough to trust, and earn the trust of, those standing around her.
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"As usual, Doug, your gift with words is such a blessing to have around," Roberto snarks the linguist with a roll of his eyes. Call him fish poop? It's on, Ramsey.

He hastily adds, "I wouldn't go out of your way, Amara. My part was very minor, and it's not really as funny as Doug seems to think." In other words: nobody feel obligated to Google the film of him getting slimed!

Her comments about being treated like a child elicit the same concern from him that they do from Illyana. "You're the second person I've heard say something like that. Are we really getting treated like X-babies around here? That would certainly get on my nerves." To say the least: injuring the Brazilian's pride is the shortest path to having a knock-down drag-out with him.
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"Love you too, Berto," Doug replies with a roll of his eyes, his tone -very- much at odds with such tender words. "We could always -not- be the X-Men. I mean, if Professor X's dream was to have mutants get along with humanity, then the best thing we can do, I think, is just go out there and be New Mutants, just… live in the middle of the rest of humanity like everyone else."
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Amara eyes Illyana at her talk of Limbo, but doesn't press. Yet. Later might be another issue. "I don't think it's the X-Babies thing, per se," she admits, shrugging, as she leans against the balcony. "More that maybe…Well, we were all so close. And everyone else was close in their own ways, too. So when it's one of us in a team with a bunch of others, it ends up feeling like we're not quite part of the team, I guess. I miss you all," she concludes with a crooked smile and another shrug.
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Illyana shakes her head at Amara. "I don't miss you. You won't go away." Her eyes glint and sparkle though with her teasing, given she and Amara have lived together for the past four years. "You've got the school and the X-Men tucked away where no one knows where they are or can find them like some dirty secret, and then Mutant Town which, while I get it's looking to build some sense of identity feels like a ghetto at times." There's a reason Illyana didn't come back to stay at Xavier's when they moved out of NYU.

"But living in normal New York is expensive, and I can only get so much in scholarships and grants." Which is how she's managed so far. Because yeah. Can you imagine Illyana working say, retail? And of course Illyana's missed folks. She's invited herself over to live with Roberto!
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"Ah. I see what you mean, now," Roberto says, nodding at Amara. "We were more of a family than a team. At least, that's how it felt to me. Even if I were on another team, they wouldn't really be my family in the way you all were."

Abruptly, his eyes narrow as he stares down the others. "Waaaaaait a minute. I know where this is going!" He holds up his hands, as though defending himself from the onrushing horde that is peer pressure. "I am not putting up the entire freaking class of New Mutants in my penthouse! There are like four beds in the entire place, and my poor maid already has her work cut out keeping my sheets clean!"

He cracks a grin, and it becomes apparent that he's at least half teasing. "But if you guys are seriously considering this? I can probably clear out a few spaces in the rest of the building."
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"I'm not sure," Doug replies, tilting his head as he considers. "It's not such a bad idea. Some of us aren't exactly cut out for -full- time X-Men stuff, when we're looking for lives outside the missions. We're not Scott, for example. It's not a bad thought, 'Berto."
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"Not even a joke about sharing beds, 'Berto?" Amara arches a brow at her classmate, smirking. "Clearly you're slipping. I think that means we'll all have to move in, just to keep you on top of your game. Illy and I were trying to find a place," she adds with a rueful look to the other girl. "But she's right, it's expensive. And I could talk to my father, but you know how complicated all of that is. And jobs are…Well. You know how it is. Classes were hard enough to explain when we got pulled away. Not many jobs are even that understanding. And Doug…" She trails off, shaking her head. "Don't be foolish. If anyone, you're the most suited to a job that allows you the flexibility to be an X-Man."
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"And, honestly, you're the most suited to be a full-time X-Man." Illyana says with a shrug over to Roberto. "That's why so many of them teach classes. Something to do until something comes up. You're the wizard with the tech stuff and information. You're one of the best people to figure out who's needed where, what kind of information they need, and getting that for them." Illyana never underestimates the power of knowledge. "Just because you shouldn't be in the front-line doesn't mean you're not suited to the game."

She looks over at Roberto as he asks if they're honestly considering it. "I've still been in the game a bit. Usually around magical badness that comes up but… I'm in. But you shouldn't just be putting us up because you can." Crashing in his guest room isn't the same to Illyana. She doesn't move any things in and she's not there terribly often.

Amara's bit about sharing beds gets a snicker. "I think he avoided that because he didn't want Doug in his bed too. No matter how much he may like blondes."
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"You wound me, Amara." Roberto touches his chest gingerly. "That was a joke about sharing beds. The things poor Luiza would walk in on…" He tries to shake his head mournfully, but can't resist the urge to grin. "But there are some very nice apartments in my building whose beds she doesn't have to make. Or we could try to clear out a whole floor and convert it into a headquarters."

He mulls it over, rubbing a thumb along his jaw line. "We'd have to come up with some kind of general plan. Room and board and a stipend for members. We don't have to make too much money — I can run it as a loss on the DCI ledger — but we should have revenue sources of some kind. Security or consulting contracts, perhaps. Maybe something innovative — DCI could handle reconstruction contracts for any property damage we caused. Hmm."
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Leaning back against the railing, Doug raises an eyebrow at Roberto. "You know, I could probably make you some revenue sources of my own. Programming, translation, information gathering, research…" Running a hand through his hair, Doug considers. "Now that I think about it, I -could- make these translator programs, sublicense them to you exclusively, and…"

The young linguist's eyes brighten. "Why -not-…? How would you handle this stuff, 'Berto?"
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Amara's brows rise as Roberto starts rattling off business terms, crossing her arms loosely over her chest. "No wonder I've been feeling aimless lately," she murmurs, smile settling crooked. "It seems you've all been busy keeping up with the world. 'Berto, did you just run numbers? In your head? For business?" she teases, grin flashing at Illyana. "Our boys are all grown up, Illy."
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Illyana's ice blue gaze holds what for her, is warmth. Sunlight on sparkling crystal as she looks between the two boys and finally back to Amara. "Guess they'll be the brains and we'll be the muscle then." Which is of course just teasing. Illy knows quite well that she and Amara can handle their own. They just each have very different strengths. It's part of why they work so well together.
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"That's true! The team could take group contracts, but the individual members have a ton of valuable skills, too," Roberto says, nodding thoughtfully. "DCI has a huge transportation division" — he glances at Illyana — "operates in countries all over the world" — Doug — "and does a whole lot of construction and demolition." He finishes up looking at Amara, and flashes her a grin. "I think we can really make this work. At the very least, we would all get to spend a lot of time together proving that it doesn't."

He glances indoors, then shakes his head. "Vaccine, shmaccine. I need to run this past my accountants and see what the occupancy in the building is like. I hate to run so soon, but I'm not going to be able to relax until I've looked into this." He walks over to the railing next to Illyana and vaults over the edge, becoming Sunspot just in time to keep himself from breaking something on the pavement below. This gives a hell of a fright to a family dropping off their daughter, but 'Berto is off in his own little world. "I'll see you all later!" he calls out. "You know where to find me…"
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"… so who is it this time, Illy… Fifi? CeeCee?" Doug comments as Berto leaves, before flashing a grin, as he regards Amara and Illyana. "That's actually a pretty good approach. And it's -international-, so we could go anywhere we wanted… well, if we could come up with a good reason to be there. Or just… surveying?" Pausing, Doug considers. "You know, maybe we -should- do a little surveying right now. How about… a restaurant in… oh… Laos?"
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"I'm not wearing a hard hat!" Amara calls after Roberto, shaking her head with a roll of her eyes and a wry smile that spreads into something more genuine despite herself. "Well. That was easier than I expected it would be," she laughs, looking back at the others. "Though I don't know that dinner in Laos is the way to celebrate."
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"Do you even know what time it is in Laos?" Illyana says, looking over at Doug. "I'm pretty sure it's not dinner time." She has a fairly good head for timezones, given she can move from one to the other so easily.

Doug's guesses get a chuckle and she shakes her head. "I'm not keeping an invetory of his bedroom, sorry. I'll let you handle that." She tells the infogeek dryly. "But yeah. We've all got skills and talents and powers that can be useful… Just not great for most nine-to-five jobs." A pause. "Except Doug. You suck Doug."
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"You're the one who keep saying she's sleeping with him," Doug responds, nudging Amara.

There's a brief pause as Doug considers. "I'm pretty sure I don't suck. It's just -not- my thing. I mean… I'm the cunning linguist." Wide eyes return the look at Illyana.
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Amara groans, rolling her eyes with a smirk she can't quite hide. Doug gets an elbow in the ribs for his commentary. "I have never said such a thing!" she protests, sniffing.
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Illyana rolls her eyes, but she's smirking. "Alright, let's go get something to eat. And you're buying, Doug." Since he's the one that could actually, and probably does, have a job. A snap of her fingers and Illyana teleports the trio of blondes off to celebrate the start of a brand new adventure.


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