Recruiting: School Edition
Roleplaying Log: Recruiting: School Edition
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IC Details
Synopsis:

Supergirl comes to the Xavier Institute to recruit help to contest Registration.

Other Characters Referenced: Juggernaut
IC Date: April 06, 2019
IC Location: Xavier Institute
OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 07 Apr 2019 22:15
Rating & Warnings: G
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Associated Plots

He can't be indoors ALL the time; as tempting as it always is to linger near Doug at more or less all times, sometimes they really do just need time apart. Warlock especially right now needing time to process his newest caches of acquired memory - interpreting and extrapolating, studying and planning.

Of course, being outside the Mansion - even just hanging around on the *grounds* right now, comes with its own stress. If the Sentinels are as advanced as they seem, then anything more than a cursory scan will reveal not just the veritable hotbed of unregistered super-beings, but an extra-terrestrial one at that. And Giant Robots that shoot things are too much like the Technarchs back home for comfort.

So right now, Warlock is presenting as human; a tall, skinny white guy with wild, sticky-uppy hair and a prominent chin. He's holding some kind of device, though as he interacts with it - it's grown out of his hand. And all the while, just sort of strolling and seeming alternately oblivious and utterly paranoid of the skies.

* * *

Nightcrawler has also been keeping close to the mansion, but seeing as this is a fairly 'safe' place, he has turned off his image-inducer for the time being. He also needs a chance to be outside for a bit…maybe to escape some of the tension inside as well. He's chosen a perch on one of the ledges to just hang out and enjoy the warmer weather complete with a book. As he notices another walking about below, the book is set aside and he watches a moment before calling a cheerful, "Hallo…"

* * *

"PROXIMITY ALARM! PRO—" Apparently, Warlock is so nervous his internal sensors are giving false positives. He even gets… pointy? Little spikes, all over. It doesn't last, though; the noise was a greeting, it came from above, and the face matches a short list of qualifying parameters.

It only takes Warlock a moment to literally smooth himself back down.

"Apologies, Designate: Nightcrawler. Self was startled. Reciprocation — Hello."

* * *

The alarm doesn't bother him yet, especially since the other calms himself down and recognizes him. A three-fingered hand gives a dismissive sort of wave, "It is ok. I think we are all on edge right now. Are you all right?" He does genuinely seem interested in an honest answer. It's one way for him to deal with it all — to try and help others.

* * *

"Tense. Upset. Worried. Frightened. But… more complete than in years." Warlock turns that over in his head. Very contradictory, but… hmm. Still true. "Self is called Warlock; the other New Mutants often talked about the other X-Men, though Self never interacted with them much. X-Men do so much fighting," he explains, with a bit of a shrug, "Self doesn't like it. But X-Men also perform required services and protect others. Conflicted. Humans are complicated."

* * *

"Ja…I think we all are some of that. Maybe not so complete but that is a good thing, I think." Sharp teeth show in in a grin, "You already know who I am. But ja, they do often do so much fighting, but I know that most believe that they do it only as a last resort. I do not like to fight, myself, but I will if I must and there is no other way."

The grin widens at his final observation, "They very much are. But that is the beauty, I think."

* * *

Warlock can't help but agree. "Self would not have stayed on Earth otherwise. Besides, New Mutants and associated Xavier-tangent associates have become like family. Spent enough time away last several years, it was past time for Self to return."

Pacing a bit, Warlock raises a very human-looking finger, and admits; "Glad Self identified Nightcrawler correctly. Initial data collection gave two results that matched gathered parameters, will have to fine-tune."

* * *

Nightcrawler tilts his head, "Two? Who was the other?" Maybe he got confused with Hank? Although the two are very different. "So you have recently reeturned? As have I…although only from Europe." Maybe he's read reports of this one as he's certainly quite distinctive. "I am glad you are back," even if he didn't really know the other before.

* * *

"Other was Designate: Beast, but you lacked extent of follicular growth and possess significantly less mass." Almost as an aside, Warlock adds, "Also, if Beast possesses rear pelvic appendage, Self has never seen it."

ANYWAY! "Self traveled Europe initially. If Self was trying to avoid conflict, Self picked the wrong places. Much in the way of appreciated historical architecture, and chances to observe humans in places where cultural drift not quite as… pronounced in America. Lots of good data."

* * *

"I shaved today," is quipped. "But ja, he is larger than me…and many things that are different. But I suppose we are both blue…" so that seems to work well enough. "I have not checked, but I do not believe that he has a tail. I am one of the lucky ones with one."

His smile fades then, "I do not think there is a place without conflict, especially for the likes of us. All we can do is decide how we will react to it."

* * *

"Not even Canada complete conflict-free," Warlock affirms sadly. "So, to reconnect previous conversational pathways, yes: Returned relatively recently to reconnect with Selfsoulfriend Doug. Much had happened since we last interfaced, and there was much data to share and update. Did you return for a similar reason? Reconnection?"

* * *

Nightcrawler inclines his head, "Nein…it is not. But I do not mind some conflict…it is only when people are harmed that it becomes an issue for me." But back to the previous conversation topic. "I suppose that is a good of a reason as any. They have been very good to me here and I consider it my home."

* * *

"Self as well. Despite the sheer number of times location has been destroyed and rebuilt, it retains familiarity and sense of belonging." Warlock almost sort of gives a wistful sigh - or, well, he certainly looks like that would be next on the agenda. Instead, he compulsively checks the device growing out of his palm.

"Does Nightcrawler have previous experience with Sentinels? Technology used is worrisome, and Self is having difficulty assessing proper countermeasures… especially since Self stayed well away from the danger."

* * *

Golden eyes also glance to the device in Warlock's palm before looking back to meet its eyes. "The X-men have met them before. I am sure there are notes and records…I cannot say if these are the same that we have seen or if they have been altered…" upgraded. "The technology -is- something to worry about." He looks thoughtful for a moment at the mention of countermeasures, "Destroying them will only make people angrier. The ones controlling them should be the ones stopped…not just the Sentinels."

* * *

Okay, there's two people. Just folks, that are just standing around and talking, about sentinels. Supergirl is looking from way up above the school, hovering at near the edge of atmosphere as she looks down. A little shrug, "Not everyone who is special has to look different." She mentions to herself before she starts to fly downward toward the school.

Landing on the grounds, nearby Nightcrawler and Warlock, there's a moment where she cants her head with a little bit of confusion, "Citizens, I seek representatives of the Xavier School for the Gifted. I have been sent by Cain." She says the name with confidence, as if it is the secret word.

* * *

"PROXIMITY ALARM!" Warlock yells out reflexively, going into a whole body flinch. Once Supergirl lands he does, in fact, still look largely human - tall skinny guy, prominent chin, wild hair, and suddenly he's just… *behind* Nightcrawler.

He studies Supergirl like woah - was he ALWAYS wearing the complicated looking goggles? "Unknown lifeform detected. Lifeglow more powerful than any Self has seen since Kvch, but not Technarch," he says quickly, mostly for Nightcrawler's benefit.

THen adds, "Query: What is Cain?"

* * *

At the appearance of someone…new, to say the least, Nightcrawler touches what seems to look like a FitBit on his wrist and suddenly looks like a human hipster-type…perched on a landing…and now with Warlock behind him. There's a glance and an arched eyebrow, "That was very impressive," is offered in terms of him suddenly getting there. But back to the girl.

"I do not know a 'Cain'…unless you are talking of the biblical son of Adam…who killed his brother." That does not sound good.

* * *

There's a pause and Supergirl kind of looks at Nightcrawler, then over to Warlock and the outburst. She responds to Warlock's query first, "Answer query. Cain is a large friendly man who enjoys Papa's Pizza Pies as much as I do." And she then pauses a moment, looking a little more concerned at Nightcrawler. "No, his brother is named Charles, and he gets along with him very well. Though not well enough, apparently that he wanted to come and visit."

As she's reconciling her own progress to getting here she looks to the wrist thingie and the technology before she grins bigger and starts moving up, "Oh, is that a … well, rather large, personal persona visual diffuser? Does it have solid light functionality?" Moving rather fast, she's trying to touch a place in the image of the hipster that did not correspond with Nightcrawler, to see if her hand passes through.

* * *

Supergirl flies up to meet Nightcrawler, easily enough. INstead of walking up.

* * *

"Self does not know this 'Cain', but if he is familiar with our facilities he is either friend or foe." Warlock is reasoning things out loud, and is definitely chewing this over. "Description as friendly is context-sensitive. Also, all those who consume human cuisine seem to like pizza."

HRM. "Why did this Cain send you here? You are not of Earth, what is your planet of origin? What is your goal here? WHAT?"

There are eyeballs in those goggle lenses, and all of it just gets bigger like a human cartoon.

* * *

"Charles who?" Kurt begins to look a little wary but as the young woman comes speedily close to him, all she will get is a handfull of brimstone-laced smoke (sorry Warlock) as he teleports to the ground. "Now, do you not know that it is impolite to touch someone without their permission?" It's said with a little smile but it is meant to be a friendly warning.

He'll then let her answer the other questions before adding his own.

* * *

"Whoa!" Supergirl sniffs the air a moment, and then looks in the direction of Nightcrawler as soon as he appears, before he starts to talk. "Charles, I do not know his last name. Are there many Charles's… here?" Though she does add on to that, "I was not going to touch you, but the space around you that makes you look as someone else. Though, I have already seen you so I am unsure why you wear a disguise."

Her head does turn to Warlock, since he's rather close, "Self's English is very disorganized. Self is a problematic name as it is also a reference to one's own person." Supergirl almost starts to mimic Warlock's sentence structure, though she is likely not doing it on purpose. "I am not of Earth. I am from Krypton. Home of … it was the home of my people." Her voice gets a little softer, sad in tone. Taking in a deep breath she finishes answers the question, "I was told there would be people here, friends, those willing to go against the Registration with me. I have already made a stand, and my decision publically known. I seek allies, to march… I have been convinced, that flying to Congress and demanding the end of this registration is not as… good of an idea, as I would have hoped."

* * *

Warlock frowns a bit. "Self is called Warlock. Had not introduced Self yet. Was assessing threat." He keeps frowning, then… steps down from where he *was* with Kurt and right on down to the ground in one long telescoping step.

"Friends, Self does not know. But we are not registered here, so there are likely some common goals."

* * *

"Congress would not listen to you," Nightcrawler offers with a little sigh, "And if you try to use force, it will only convince them further that we intend harm. Marching…may also cause harm to us as a large group together would be quite the target." After a moment, he touches his wrist again and turns the inducer off. "It is a very difficult situation, he then continues. "I do not know all of the details of how people are planning to protest. The only way, I see, is to prove them wrong that we do not mean harm. But…" they won't be able to convince everyone with powers.

* * *

"I could convince them with force." Supergirl states, as she comes floating to the ground. "But that is not mine or my cousin's way." She takes in a deep breath before adding, "If we were to march, I would be there. Your city knows me, and my cousin Kal… Superman." She corrects to the more commonly understood Earth name he has, "There is not a threat we cannot stop. You may be a target, but I would protect you. That, I swear."

As she adds on, "I am…" She pauses and then says somewhat quickly, "Supergirl." Turning her head to Warlock, "I am not registered either. The one called Captain Marvel threatened me with imprisonment if I did not leave. I am still here. I handed out pamphlets a few weeks ago, I have stopped many from being arrested. I am working on a speech. And am seeking an interview. Your history has a march, not very long ago, which worked to end injustice such as these. A new march could do so again."

* * *

"Non-violent confrontation is appealing, Supergirl, but Captain Marvel has already killed in error. Giant robot attacks… tensions are too high right now for traditional tactics like protests, marches and speeches. The chance for violence is too high." Warlock shakes his head. "But Self is not in charge, not the one to make decisions. Do you have contact information? The institute has many innocents, but self can forward your interest."

* * *

"Force would do nothing but convince them they are right. Even if you think you can, it makes you no better than those who think that they can make us register by force." He turns to look at Warlock as he explains that even peaceful protests won't work. "Then what do we have left, mein freunde? If we cannot protest and we cannot fight but refuse to surrender?" Maybe that's what is being worked on. "He is right though. We can give your information to those who can make these decisions. I am afraid I cannot either."

* * *

"I have a large communication device. But it does not receive calls, or internet, in space." Supergirl says, complaining, "I think it is… possibly broken. But it works whenever I am closer to your planet." And she pulls from her boot an iPhone and she speaks at it, "Seee reee." A pause, then she closes her eyes, "Phone." A pause, "Siri." And then there's a little boop to indicate it is listening, "What is my phone number?"

Immediately it says it is dialing voicemail. And she looks to her numbers and gives them out before she hangs up. "Primitive device, but it seems to be acceptable." Stuffing it back into her boot she offers, "You had mentioned robot problems? Are these the Sentinels I have heard about? From you, while I was hovering above the school? I have heard others as well… mention them."

* * *

Warlock immediately punches the number into a device on his palm. Not in his palm, on it. Part of him. It sends a message to Supergirl's phone; now she will have Warlock's.

"Yes. We do not have them here, not yet, but it is only a matter of time."

Warlock looks to Kurt, and answers - not proudly, "Hiding."

* * *

Nightcrawler shakes his head to Warlock, "That is not acceptable either." Catching the exchange of information, he looks back to Supergirl. "It might be best not to hover above here," another friendly 'suggestion', but he manages a little smile, "It was good to meet you, Supergirl. We will give your information to those who will be able to contact you. I hope that maybe people will see how," he thinks for a moment, "Bad this really is. How bad it can become. History should not repeat itself. Not like this." With that, he teleports away…possibly into the Institute itself.

* * *

A bit of a stern look comes to Supergirl's face, "I will not hide." She stands pulling back her shoulders a bit to broaden them. She looks over to Kurt as she says, "I hope so as well." And then she turns her attention to Warlock, "Are you going to go away now as well? I am not a threat. I promise."

* * *

"Self *hates* violence," Warlock admits. "Self does not perceive Supergirl to be a threat, either. Not under current parameters, anyway. But you could be, easily."

He considers for a long moment, and then decides to 'relax' a bit and resume his 'standard' shape - inasmuch as a technological shapeshifting alien has a standard.

"Self knows what it is like to be perceived as a threat, however. The mutants who make their homes hear do not all have impressive powers, or mighty moral platforms. They are not all brave enough to resist, or powerful enough. Some will have no option but to hide, to be shielded by others. There has to be room for all responses. We are not all… Super."

* * *

"I understand Warlock." Supergirl starts with a few nods of her head, "There are always those who need to keep themselves safe. I am not asking for everyone to come out to march. I am not asking for everyone to be brave. I am telling them that they will not fall before I do. And it takes a lot to make … Supergirl, fall." She offers, taking a few steps in the direction of Warlock because she was closer to Kurt.

"The most impressive thing I have realized since being here on Earth, is the willingness of those who have so little to share it, or put it at risk for what is right." Supergirl clenches her fist, and a little bit of anger grows in her voice, but its clear she's trying to regulate it, "But when I see those with so much attempt to cause the suffering of others. I cannot stand by. If I am the only one who marches, then I am the only one. I will, regardless of who joins. And I will not hold it against anyone who chooses to remain hidden."

* * *

"Self will give your number to the ones who will decide for the group," Warlock promises. "Does not know what result will be. Apologizes if you did not get the response you searched for - a lifetime of struggle has made us all… wary, and vigilant. But thank you for reaching out, and for trying."

* * *

There's a quick nod of her head, and Supergirl says, "Thank you for being willing to ask. You can call me any time. Day or night. I am… not sleeping… well." And she then turns, does a minimal crouch and then shoots into the air. A gust of wind moves away from the spot she took off from, it's enough to make a person stumble a bit but not worse than that. She hasn't gotten down her cousin's control of powers just yet, but once she clears the surrounding area, there's a ripple of air around her as she breaks mach 1 easily.

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