Kenna could never place him which was why she remained interested. At the end she pieced most of it together. In that moment she felt some triumph in herself. "My effect is still happening...that's amazing...I was right, Siren is a good pick."
The logic was there and there was that annoying feeling. She considered this for a moment. "You'd be giving me access to a lot, you know, and there might be some influencing," she stepped forward to him giving the trademark smirk. "Think you can handle that?"
She had a point. Getting properly drunk would ensure no feelings got in the way. He'd done it countless times with women he'd slept with to quell his pent up aggression. [b "If we need liquid courage, Charles has a full bar,"] Erik stepped a bit closer to her space, partially blocking the door.
As promised, his arms stayed crossed to keep his hands to himself. She could push him aside and he wouldn't stop her. [b "It's going to happen eventually. You said it yourself; we're connected. Still, we're essentially strangers. We barely tolerate each other. The frustration isn't likely to go away. Why not get it out of our systems before it distracts us on our mission?"]
God, it sounded borderline pathetic. He couldn't even tell if it was attraction or sheer desperation to clear his mind of her. [b "Your choice, Empath."]
Kenna gave a soft sound, thinking to what Jamie had said, but didn't comment on it. Instead the comment about not letting people in earned a single, louder laugh without mirth.
"That's because you're not an empath. It's all feelings all the time, touch some one and it's worse. There is never a single moment for you because all there is is others..." Kenna answered in annoyment at her own self. "Sex only if smashed because then it's not so loud. I miss that."
Giving a sigh she shook her head. "I'm going to go now before I still over. Good night."
There was a faint tug in the corner of his lips. [b "If it keeps you from getting killed, then the training was worth it."]
This woman was more confusing than Raven had ever been. Her posture was tense, and she didn't seem to want to be there at all. It certainly wasn't how his adrenaline-fueled imagination had pictured this late-night meeting going when they'd been bickering so furiously earlier. Erik saw her eyes wander to his tattoo. He lifted his arms to cross over his chest. He was not fond of being vulnerable.
[b "Maybe our next lesson should be how to emotionally detach yourself from others,"] he drawled. [b "I happen to be an expert."]
Erik was probably pushing his luck. [b "I almost feel like you're calling into question our maturity and capability of keeping no-strings-attached. I thought I've taught you better than that."]
"Going to make me say that again...yes, I'm sorry...I should know better than that. And while I'm at it. Thank you for the push now I know how if I need to instead of a not so happy accident," Kenna places her hands in the pockets, stepping in she still remained by the door though.
Eyeing the tattoo on his arm for the briefest of seconds before shrugging briefly. "It's not as if it makes a difference, really, it all ends up a bundle of feelings and not a lot of pleasure. Suppose it's time to try and sleep before tomorrow."
Her nerves was tied up, as was his from what she could feel.
He gave a small laugh. [b "I'm better at friendship than romance. Much less stressful. Plus, I'm not good with affection in general. Like holding hands. What's the point of that?"] his face scrunched as his thoughts trailed off.
When she stood to leave, his focus snapped back to her. [b "Best of luck with the beast in the tower,"] he saluted playfully.
Erik's day had not been as laid-back. After breaking two punching bags and embedding a dumbbell into the wall, he'd given up and retreated to his room. This place was getting to him, just like he knew it would. Too many smiling, happy faces unaware that the rest of the world wanted them dead simply for being different. Charles was going to get these kids killed.
God, she was frustrating. In more ways than one, really. He'd gone between hating her and admiring her several times over by the time she knocked on the door late that night.
Erik did his best to appear indifferent. [b "You're sorry?"] he muttered, not sure how this evening had turned around on him again.
Still, she seemed sincere. Stepping aside, he held the door. [b "Come in, if you want. I'll keep my hands to myself."]
It was quite a bit to think about. Jamie said it so easily and cheerful that Kenna could swear that he was the wonderful empath and she could be the one that literally take down the house. [b "I never had a friend, really...It's always been awkward. Lovers...yeah...It's nice though."]
Standing up she leaned down she smiled. Placing a hand on his sleeve. [b "Thanks...I think...I guess we will see,"] Kenna nodded.
Later that night, she did go to see Erik, but not for the reason he challenged her to. Dressing in the a band tee shirt and pajama shorts she leaned against the door. [b "I didn't come for that...don't get excited...I, um, came to apologize for using my abilities on you in such a way."]
She had to continue before her mode ran out. [b "I admire you and your strength. That's all. I'm sorry, Erik."]
Tristan smiled at her. [b "Everyone needs at least one friend. Glad I can help in any way. I don't know much about Erik Lehnsherr, but I do know that everyone has their reasons for being who they are. I think Charles struggles to understand that he can't change Erik, even though he desperately wants to."]
He rose from his chair and stretched a bit. [b "In any case, the two of you seem to have connected in some way, and I think the Professor is intrigued by it. From what Hank has told me, Erik doesn't play well with others. Even if he's tough on you, he's protective about it. Maybe all he's doing is trying to prevent humans from committing mass genocide again, like he saw in the camps. By drawing a clear line between us and them, he can force them to maintain their distance."]
Looking down at her, he gestured to the mansion. [b "Five bucks says he's in there beating the shit out of a punching bag while going over your fight in his head."]
[b "You probably should ignore what I say, but the latter sounds cooler. Unexpected and something to not be reckoned with...but I laugh at sad parts at movies,"] Kenna shrugged. Listening to her it hit her harder as she knew he was right. [b "Christ....you're right...I think I screwed up."]
Sighing she knew she had and would need to apologize. He'd call her weak but she had her code to think about. [b "Thanks...you've been a great friend." ]
He scrunched his nose. [b "I think they thought 'Doppler' wouldn't be taken as a joke. Tremors works, but I heard them saying it was too mean, because I couldn't control it at the time, and they didn't want me to think they were mocking me."]
Tristan stretched his legs out. It was weird hearing that Erik was less moody, but in the sense that he didn't think the man was capable of remotely liking a person to the point where he didn't continually insult them. The news about the camp, however, is an even bigger surprise.
[b "No, I didn't know that,"] he frowned. [b "Charles never said much about Erik's past, other than that it was traumatic and was a big reason for how he's turned out. Fuck, if I'd have experienced that, I'd probably have a vengeance like Erik too. Going through a concentration camp? It's impressive he even came out of that alive at all."]
It shone a new light on the villain. His anger made more sense. The hostility he held towards humans was justifiable, given that sort of childhood. [b "I can see why he'd be upset with Charles for constantly telling him to let the past go. How do you let something like that go?"]
[b "Well, that escalated quickly. Doppler...why didn't they go for Tremors. That would have been mad awesome,"] Kenna said after a moment before shaking her head. Siren. It was her code name while she was one, and after today she had earned the mark. Almost bringing Erik to his back for her, it was something.
Was it possibly her as well that was wrapped around Erik? Thinking on that question he shrugged. [b "He doesn't insult...as much...and kind of relaxes. I don't know. Did you know he was in a concentration camp? He told that to me when I didn't go with him when we first met."]
He gave a laugh. [b "I don't think they were too concerned with me being intimidating. I'm like, a hundred pounds soaking wet. We use Ororo and Scott for the muscle work. Hank steps in if we need extra scariness. He's a puppy, but his mutation makes him look like a brute."]
The kids on the field gave up on expecting him to call fair penalties, and began using their powers against each other. Kitty phased through two of the boys with the ball, causing Bobby to send an ice slope under her feet. The game essentially turned into playful combat, so Tristan dropped the paper scoreboard and turned his chair to face Kenna better.
She was better at this alter-ego thing than he was. [b "Siren would work perfectly. After all, you seem to have Erik wrapped around your finger, whether he likes it or not. When the rest of us aren't around, is he still super miserable?"] He couldn't quite picture Magneto without a scowl and permanent attitude.
"Doppler...that...That works. Not very threatening though," Kenna mused watching as they played. The ball was on fire against and the other was starting her own power. They were so comfortable here, and she felt comfortable here.
Thinking back to the argument with Erik that was when it hit her. While the master plan was to rid herself of the powers she'd go with it. "Siren...I've always loved the stories and it does match. Moodswing is good, too."
Tristan's face scrunched and he groaned. [b "They gave me the dumbest one. Ororo's makes sense. Storm! It's intimidating. Scott is Cyclops, and Jean is...well, Jean. Even Kurt is called Nightcrawler."]
He paused for a moment before divulging the name. [b "Kitty and the others voted that my name would be Doppler. The whole sound waves radar thing. I guess it's not as bad as 'Richter' though. I didn't need them giving me a magnitude number every time I cause a quake."]
He caught her eye and smirked. [b "Now you need one. Even if you don't end up staying. Every mutant needs a hero name. I'd suggest you pick one before Kitty decides to declare it for you."]
He raised his finger to tap his jaw in faux thought. [b "Maybe something catchy. How about 'Moodswing'?"] he nudged her jokingly with his elbow.
While she was entitled to be very upset at this point somewhere in the back of her mind she understood. It was the fact that she understood was the point that was driving her insane. Looking towards him she sat down slowly, the pain coursing through her, her head catching up with her actions.
[b "Honestly...I think it's his attempt to protect me..."] Kenna answered in a strange tone. [b "Do you have a code name or whatever term they use?"]
Tomorrow terrified her. They could go in, get captured and possibly killed. Yet they were still doing it. The idea that it could be the end of their lives but also continue.
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