It didn't even take her abilities to read him, in most ways he was the most open person, then there was the other parts that she had touched. It took everything to block out some part of what he was feeling. [b "There's no mutants here other than the four of us. And I asked Tristan to come because I suck at defending myself at the moment."]
She would be honest about that, though she meant to change that before she leaned forward a little bit. [b "You don't need to be reminded why something has to happen no matter the personal costs. Even if that means old friends or enemies, whatever view you take. You're just too damn stubborn to admit that. At what cost though? There's something out there that is a curse to most and a blessing to some."]
Blessing, more for her, she wanted out of feeling everyone else but herself. SHe left that thought alone.
Tristan stood stiffly beside Storm, watching Kenna work. It was true that Erik likely would not have even given them a second glance, had he and Storm come alone. The fact that Erik had found some sort of connection with her had been their saving grace with this mission. He only hoped that it would last.
Magneto had seen them come in, but made no move to acknowledge them. He'd worked too damn hard to get into this place without raising suspicion. He tossed an uninterested look her way. [b "I wouldn't quite call working 'lurking around'. More like doing something productive about our mutual situation."]
Still, he was grateful that she wasn't going to beat around the bush about her presence. [b "You said it yourself; we're even. I assume you're here for some kind of humanitarian mission. You've given me a way out, so tell me, why should I listen now?"]
He could only hope that she would have forgotten Azazel's statement of him being loyal until she'd done with him.
"A temper? That's putting it mildly..." The woman gave a dry laugh remembering the time she woke up only to find that his team had been taken. It hadn't been that long ago but it felt like it was that long ago. "I'll talk first, he'll still be upset, but Charles was also right. We have a bit in common."
Stepping forward she easily found him, almost plotting of how to get in. "Nice spot to lurk," she said casually before moving to sit down. "You probably know why I'm here, so...we can cut to the point if you'd like. I'm in no rush."
Tristan was more than happy to take orders from the two women. Storm had infinitely more experience than he did when it came to combat, and Kenna seemed knowledgeable about the going-ons of underground mob scenes.
He made a mental note to ask about that later on.
[b "Is there anything we should avoid bringing up with him? Charles said he can have a temper when he's not in full control of conversation,"] Tristan held up a hand in question.
Storm rolled her eyes. [i "Let's give him the benefit of the doubt that he can behave like a civilized human being."]
Now that they knew that agents was the key, that'd likely be the targets of Erik. Whether that was a good or bad thing she didn't know. "That's a good place to start. Where there is more agents is more likely where he would be."
Luckily that wasn't too far from where they were, no doubt they'd still be trying to figure something else out. And they did, it was two hours away, where there was another mob headquarters.
"Pretty fancy system they have. Ignore what the mob is doing if they help get mutants...I'll go talk to him first, but he should know you're here," Kenna said. Being a hero was weird, but this was survival.
[i "I can count on you to not let me get kidnapped for a second time this week, right?"] Storm called over to the two of them as they packed the car.
Tristan grimaced. [b "I can promise that I will at least put up a good fight if it happens."]
The weather witch rolled her eyes. [i "Very comforting. Especially when we're on our way to the enemy's hideout. Wherever the hell this is,"] she grumbled, looking at the directions Charles had written out.
[b "He locked on to Azazel's whereabouts. It's guaranteed to lead us to Erik. The red dude doesn't travel far from his boss,"] Tristan sounded a little more confident, slamming the trunk. [b "You two ready?"]
This was a very uncomfortable spot to be in. Kenna was not liking it more and more, she heard both sides, and they were amazingly sounding similar except for the view. Kenna wasn't going to say this for a fear of offending, she just didn't want to get into it.
[b "Well then, we probably should go talk to Charles, then prepare to go,"] Kenna suggested. The powers part still was very uncomfortable, it was so open, it felt weird. [b "Not used to talking about it outloud...it's weird...Thanks I guess though, it just comes, doesn't it?"]
Once back, Charles already knew they wanted to talk, and it was short before they were given permission to go. Storm would remain in the background, mostly to make sure that nothing went wrong at first.
Tristan wanted to offer some sort of words of encouragement after hearing bits and pieces of her history, but he didn't know what could possibly make it better. [b "From what I've seen, you've gotten quite a grasp on your powers all on your own. That's something to be proud of."]
She was also right that they needed to move quickly if they were going to contact Erik. [b "I think I can get the professor to lend us a car to go. We just have to narrow down where he could be."]
He stopped walking. [b "Did he happen to mention anything to you about where he could be found? The sooner we get a jump start on this, the sooner we can help those people still trapped. If we can get to him in the next twelve hours, we might have a better shot at convincing him. Erik knows that Charles' priority will be rescuing the mutants. It might tempt him to join our side temporarily, if he thinks he has a shot at recruiting more to his team."]
It was amusing how quickly he did speak and how much. It was hard not to tell that some of it was some strange corner of his mind. Having seen where he had been, almost what had happened, it was a wonder he was the way he was now.
"It's remarkable...how you are here...after all that..." Kenna said suddenly before giving a small sound. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have said that. This is all new...I knew I was special before but it wasn't till four years ago that I willed someone. Some guys who thought I'd be a fun easy time so I told the leader to go...well, you can get the image."
Thinking of Erik she gave a soft sigh. "No matter what it won't be easy. He knows your with Erik, and think I will turned. So I guess we should go soon."
When she said it out loud, it did kind of sound ridiculous. [b "If it helps, the field trips only happen twice a month,"] he offered as a weak defense. [b "Classes run until two in the afternoon, and then the students have their training lessons with their mentors. It's usually in groups of fifteen, and we try to keep similar powers together."]
She did raise another good point in regards to the next step in Charles' plan. [b "We'll have to find him soon, if we're going to try and get him on our side. He's not known to stay in the same location for very long."]
If Erik was still missing the majority of his team, Tristan wouldn't be surprised if he was going to make a move soon in search of them. [b "The only advantage we have is that he can't get into the other labs without more help. Him and Azazel aren't enough to free the mutants. And if they have more power-blocking mutants in the other labs, they won't stand a chance."]
If that was supposed to be reassuring it wasn't. It was aggravating knowing someone knew the feelings and thoughts, though she had just first really felt it not too long ago. Kenna gave a nod, though wasn't convinced. Listening to him she gave another nod to show that she was listening.
"So, there's training, field trips, and lectures on how we are good people?" Kenna asked slowly, trying to not have her tone be incredulous but it wasn't working. "Sorry, it's just hard to believe. It's okay, talking openly is really nice."
It'd be a hard adjustment, she knew, but it'd be worth it. When outside she couldn't help but find it nice. "So, I guess he's going to want us to go and find Erik again."
Tristan laughed. [b "It's not you,"] he assured her. [b "I'm almost always uncomfortable. I'm sort of used to my emotions and thoughts not being private, being around Charles and Jean. They do their best to avoid prying, but I know sometimes Jean can't help it. She's still learning to put up mental blocks to keep from invading our heads. I'm just paranoid by nature. I get what you mean when you talk about trust issues."]
He finished his coffee and waved for her to follow him. [b "The grounds are absolutely gigantic, so you might even find a spot that'll be nice and quiet for you. The younger kids tend to stick by the mansion, and the teens do their best to hide to avoid socialization. I think there's a pond at the very back, too."]
The sun gave off a nice warmth. True to his word, the smaller kids ran around the gardens close to the kitchen, playing a game of tag with their powers. [b "Charles owns about a hundred acres in each direction. He thinks being away from the city is better for our focus. At least, until we get a handle on things. Then the kids get chaperoned trips to the mall and stuff so they don't go stir crazy."]
He realized that he was rambling. [b "I'm sorry, I talk a lot. Storm says I have to work on it. 'It's hard to blend in when you're standing out',"] he quoted. [b "She says I'm always drawing attention to myself."]
He was rambling again. [b "Do you have...questions?"]
Listening curiously, there was still a lot of doubt in her mind, considering what her gifts had driven away. The most recent one still stung like a bitch. She never had been more thankful for someone not saying anything than when Erik didn't.
"I'm making you uncomfortable, aren't I?" Kenna asked looking to him with a small amused smile. "It is uncomfortable knowing someone can feel or know what you're thinking. I feel the same around Charles and whoever was with Erik before. Just know that I really don't care unless it matters, as cold as that sounds."
Thinking on those options she placed the drink down, rinsing the cup. "The grounds would be good."
He contemplates her question. [b "I think there's good in all of us, no matter what darkness we get in to. It doesn't just go away. That's the first thing Charles teaches us."]
Tristan moved to pour himself a coffee. [b "Most of us came from homes where our parents treated us like pariahs. Kind of like the Salem witch trials. Made us feel like we're abominations for having powers. Charles is the first person to treat us like we're normal. He doesn't make us feel like we're a mistake, or inherently evil."]
Since she already had a room, he fidgeted withe the coffee cup. [b "If you're not feeling well, I can show you to the infirmary. Or maybe walk the grounds to get some fresh air?"]
"Is this what you think or what you've been told?" Kenna asked, eating a little slower. While her head became stronger her stomach never seemed to catch up. Right now her stomach was having extra issues, probably due to stress. "That does sound rough. And...I have no idea...I won't say I trust you but your aura seems pretty good so...and I'm not combat trained."
She shook her head at the room. "Already taken care of...thank you though..."
What would they say to Erik, he'd likely get upset at talking to Charles. She rubbed her temple. "Thank you..."
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