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Jan 23 2018, 04:08 PM
For the first time in months, the weather in Westchester was actually acceptable. The sun was out, the temperature was at a respectable seventy degrees, and it was almost possible to pretend like winter was over, or that he was back in Beverly Hills where winter didn't suck so much. Instead of the heavy winter coat he'd been hiding under for the past few months, he had a much lighter outfit
on today, complete with the special shades that Liv had worked her butt off to make. At that moment, they were tucked onto the collar of his t-shirt, between the lapels of his leather jacket. He hadn't been thrilled with them initially, but they actually looked kind of good and were functional at the same time. The choice of green lenses for his pair had been a good one, considering it was Julian's favourite colour by far and could easily sway his opinion towards favourable.
Sat down on the edge of the roof, with no concern of falling because gravity was for losers, Julian typed a quick message to Ion
, telling her to get herself up to the roof because they were going flying. There was no question whether she was available or if she wanted to go flying, because what could she possibly have going on that could be more important? Flying was their thing, and since they were best friends their thing outranked other things. That was just the reality of the situation.
Before Liv would possibly even have had the opportunity to read his first text, Julian sent her another one. She had been very impatient with him the last time she'd asked him to go flying, so he saw no reason why he shouldn't just give as good as he got. He wasn't actually impatient, just being sat there on the roof basking in the sun was a perfectly fine way to spend the time. Tucking his phone away, Julian rested the palms of both hands next to him and leaned back a little, face turned towards the sun with his eyes closed and a content smile spread across his face. Ah, sunshine, how much you have been missed.
Hearing something behind him snapped Julian out of his sun worship. Turning around to find his friend standing there, he forced a dramatic sigh from his lips. "Do I need to go shave before we go?"
he wondered as he got up on his feet. "Because I think I might have grown a beard while waiting. And developed the ability to actually do that properly."
Still several months removed from turning seventeen, Jules had not quite mastered puberty yet, so while the facial hair was starting to become a proper thing for him, it wasn't quite there yet. Didn't mean he wouldn't crack jokes about it though. "Look at this!"
Julian said excitedly, spreading his arms out and turning in place. "Isn't it the best? Of course it's probably going to be shit again tomorrow, so I figured we should take advantage of it while we can."
Dec 19 2017, 06:19 PM
It had been nearly a month since Julian had actually spoken to Liv. For so long his best friend had been spared from his anger, but then the usual poking fun that they were both frequently guilty of had hit Julian the wrong way, he'd blown up at her and it felt like their friendship had just come crashing down around them. Maybe an apology would have helped, especially one that had come soon after he'd snapped her head off and left her standing by herself in that classroom, but Julian was no good at apologies in general, even less so when he actually gave a shit about someone. It had taken him over a month to even talk to Six, and things had been no different with Liv.
There had been a half-hearted attempt at extending an olive branch a week and a half ago, when Jules had attended Liv's ballet audition, but [that
hadn't worked out well at all. Liv hadn't made the cut despite being the only dancer who hadn't bored Julian half to tears, and when he'd tried to be there for her afterwards she had flown off after telling him specifically to leave her alone. Or not to follow her, that was more like what she had actually told him, though it wasn't how Julian had taken it. When they had both been at their lowest point, she had welcomed his company, that she didn't after being rejected by Sharknova had him convinced that she was done with him.
But when Julian was told that Liv was in the medical bay for... something or the other, he couldn't just ignore that. For one, he really needed to know what was going on. Julian thought his roommate Stan, Liv's older brother, was a great guy but he was pretty much useless 98% of the time. Everything went over his head, Julian was pretty sure he didn't believe Kurt was actually real, and even when he was
aware of what was going on, good fucking luck getting that information out of him. Stan hadn't even been aware of Julian and Liv falling out, not even after Julian had literally told him exactly that at least twice
, and instead of telling Julian what was going on with Liv he'd just absentmindedly wondered if Jules had gone to see her down there yet before flopping onto his bed, rolling over and falling asleep.
Okay Stan, good talk. Super helpful as always.
And so Julian had made his way down to the medbay to find out what was going on. It was late, but it wasn't like Julian ever really acknowledged the concept of curfew to begin with, much less when he was not even leaving the school. He had to check a few of the rooms, because again thank you so very much for being the least informative person at the school, Stanford Myles, but eventually found the room that Ion
was in. Julian had knocked before opening the door, gotten no response but entered anyway. Chances were Liv was going to be yelling at him soon enough anyway, so it didn't matter if she told him to come in or not. "Hey, are you awake?"
Julian wondered as he entered the room, walking over towards the bed where Liv was, quite clearly, fast asleep. "If you're sleeping, just... stay quiet"
he told her as he sat down in the chair next to her bed, resting his foot against the rails on the side of it. "I'll just wait here."
So maybe he'd be a while, but it wasn't like he really paid any attention during most of his classes anyway, being half asleep the next day wasn't going to matter.
Julian was, however, not a very patient guy, and so after sitting there for what felt like at least a couple of minutes (but in reality had been maybe just one) he "accidentally" gave Liv's bed enough of a nudge with his foot, helped by a bit of tactile telekinesis, to wake her up. "Oh hey, you're awake,"
he spoke up. Imagine that! "Sorry for creeping up in here like a..."
Ben came to mind first, but Julian decided against that, "...creeper, but Stan told me to come down here."
Which was... an approximation of the truth, if you didn't object to playing fast and loose with things like details. "What happened?"
Dec 1 2017, 06:52 PM
A soft sigh escaped Julian's lips as he leafed through the scrapbook in his lap for what felt like the millionth time. Six had shoved it into his arms a week ago, right after he had chewed her out and left a gaping hole in the wall of the rec room. He had considered tossing it aside, but then Jules had made the mistake of looking through it and had been slapped right in the face with all the feelings. Sentimental ones, not the anger that usually dominated how he felt; he knew how to deal with the anger, lashing out at people who didn't deserve it usually worked, but these less volatile emotions weren't so easily dealt with. He felt bad
about what he had told Six, leafing through the pages again and again, seeing so many memories the two of them had made together in such a short time, and trying to come to terms with how difficult it must be for Six to have to deal with a life she apparently felt some kind of connection to, but couldn't remember anything about.
Maybe Six was Mack, maybe she wasn't. But the last one hadn't been Mack either, and Julian had still felt a connection to her. That was why it had hurt so bad when he had been forced to watch her die yet again. That was why he was having trouble connecting with Six, which was less because he didn't think it was Mack (though really, he still didn't) but because he didn't want to lose her a third time. There was only so many times you could watch your best friend die before it became too much. Focusing on how she wasn't the real Mack had helped Julian keep his distance, but with all the memories held in the pages of the scrapbook that was becoming rather difficult. It would have been difficult enough already if it had just
been the memories that had already been in there, but then Jules had to go and make the mistake of adding more to it. He had several pictures on his camera that hadn't been in the book yet, and he'd added them for some reason. Sentimentality, probably. Or stupidity, because he'd been struggling enough as it was without adding to it himself.
At some point, Julian was honestly not sure when exactly, he had decided to just go look for Six and... apologise or whatever. Probably more of the whatever than the apologising, because Julian was no good at those. That was why he still hadn't spoken to Liv after he snapped at her. He probably needed to work on that, but defaulting to anger came so easily to him these days. Maybe if he could make some kind of step forward with Six, if he could just make that a little bit less of a mess, he could sort out his other issues too. Liv, Jean... he probably owed both of them an apology. Not Kitty or Roan though, fuck those guys.
And so Julian found himself standing outside of Six's room, rapping his knuckles against the door. He hoped she was in, and that her boring, stuck-up princess of a roommate wasn't around, so he could see if he was able to make some kind of progress here. Even if she wasn't Mack, Six could at least be enough like his old friend to make it worth the effort.
When the door opened, Julian found himself staring at Six for a moment, not quite sure what to say. "Hi,"
he settled on after a moment, holding up the scrapbook she had given him. "I updated your book for you. There was a lot of stuff missing in it."Riptide
Nov 1 2017, 03:13 PM
Something had been on Julian's mind since Saturday. The inauguration of now President (ugh) Robert Kelly had been a bit of a mess. The Brotherhood had shown up, given a speech about the encroachment on mutant rights and delivered one of the least enjoyable viral content Julian could recall onto the internet and whatever other media were available. That alone would have been memorable enough, but there had been something else there, something that had drawn Julian in even more than the inauguration itself had.
For months now, Julian had been struggling with his control over his telekinetic powers, despite attempts by his mentor Jean and best friend Liv to help him. He'd made a little progress, but nowhere near enough to Julian's liking. He wanted more
, but until seeing footage of the inauguration Julian hadn't had a clue where to look. But then there had been the red faced man, the mutant who had been the first to speak after the Brotherhood crashed the Presidential inauguration. Now, mutant powers came in many varieties, a lot of them vastly different despite looking superficially similar, but Julian knew
when he saw another telekinetic at work. The way he had levitated his teammates, the shield he had created around them to protect them from the Secret Service, the way he had levitated down to the podium while
doing both of those things... the red man definitely had something telekinetic going on, and he'd left quite the impression on Julian Keller.
If reports from the actual inauguration were correct, the man had made an impressive display of strength after the live feeds had been cut off. Julian had tried to find actual footage of it, hoping someone had recorded it with their phone or something, but sadly hadn't been able to find anything. Still, from what Julian had been able to figure out (admittedly, not all that much) it sounded like the red man possessed a lot of power, but seemed to have far more control than Julian had over his own telekinesis. The decision that finding out about this man had made Julian come to was an easy one he needed to be found.
Of course that was easier said than done. Sadly, Julian had no clue where to start. He couldn't just walk up to his mentor and ask her if she could maybe bring him in contact with someone from the Brotherhood, because she would probably just smack him and tell him no. Likewise, Julian didn't think Laura would be too keen on tracking the man down for him either, which left Julian with exactly zero options. The determination to find the man was still there, but Julian was realistic enough to see that he might never find the one telekinetic besides himself who actually appeared to be worth a damn.
Without any solid leads, Julian had decided to just let things rest for now. He had considered just going out and causing a scene, hoping to attract the Brotherhood's attention, but the X-Men could likely get there first and then all he'd accomplish would be getting himself in trouble. Tweeting up a storm and hoping the Brotherhood technopath he'd heard played a vital role in their release from Sinister's Lab would pick up on it had been another one of Julian's ideas, but again it just seemed like a surefire way to get himself into trouble without netting him any kind of positive results.
Wandering about the mansion for a bit following classes, hoping some brilliant idea would just randomly pop into his mind, Julian eventually found himself in the rec room, still without any ideas, and finding himself in the presence of someone he had been actively avoiding for a month now. Mackenzie King, or as far as Julian was concerned the shell of his former best friend, of whom there seemed to be little to nothing left after he'd watched her die twice. Sure, the first time hadn't stuck and the second time hadn't actually been his Mack, but... it might as well have been. He didn't recognise this Mack, or whatever it was she was calling herself, and so far he had made no attempt to rectify that.
Julian was about to turn on his heels and head right back on out when he caught sight of something new, and his mouth made words happen before his brain could tell it to stop. "You got a neck tattoo?"
Keeping it classy there, New and Not Improved Mack, keep it classy. "That... that doesn't seem like you,"
he added, not bothering to try and hide the judgemental tone in his voice. He could actually get why she had done it, knowing what that monster back in the lab had carved into her neck, but still. When you were as focused on treating your former friend like a stranger like Julian was, it was easy to see a change like this as yet more proof that they weren't that same person he cared for anymore. Riptide
Oct 4 2017, 04:14 PM
| January 12th, 10:25 pm
[doHTML]<p class="triangle-isosceles">Christ, Liv. Calm down, I'm on my way</p>[/doHTML]
| January 12th, 10:26 pm
[doHTML]<p class="triangle-isosceles">If you're planning to jump off, please don't</p>[/doHTML]
| January 12th, 10:26 pm
[doHTML]<p class="triangle-isosceles">I kind of want to push you myself :P</p>[/doHTML]