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May 1 2018, 01:41 PM
Julian Keller was not happy.

Of course that seemed to be a given, considering anger was a near constant state of mind for the young mutant, but it was different this time. More than anything, Julian was just extremely discontent with damn near everything at the moment. To put it plainly, the world sucked, and he felt like there was nothing he could do about it. The Brood had attacked not only the school that they had been evacuated from but the place they'd been taken to be safe as well, and they'd won. Sure, they'd fended off their attack, but that didn't feel like a victory. The school had been destroyed, and everything that Julian owned along with it. His clothes, his gadgets, his car, there was just nothing left. It seemed frivolous to worry about material things at a time like this, but growing up rich and spoiled meant that Julian was used to having a lot of nice things and didn't deal well with them being taken away from him. Besides, it wasn't like he was just discontent with that, it was more like salt being rubbed into an open wound. The place he'd considered home for the past six months of his life was gone, once again people he knew had gotten hurt, and it wasn't even over yet. They were still out there, no doubt plotting how to add mutants and their widely varied mutant abilities to their collection.

And throughout all of it, Julian had just felt mostly useless. He had plenty of power at his disposal, but never got anywhere near having a grasp on how to actually use it properly. Jean did her best, even Julian couldn't deny her that even though he never openly gave her credit for anything, but they were just too different. Jean wielded her powers with finesse, whereas Julian wielded his own like a blunt instrument. It was like a skilled surgeon wielding a scalpel versus a brute wielding a massive greatsword. Both were bladed instruments, but knowledge of using a scalpel didn't automatically help you teach the brute with the greatsword how to wield their weapon in the same delicate manner. If he wanted to get better, Julian needed to find someone wielding a comparable power to his own. He had considered the option before, but with everything that had happened he realised properly that he'd just been sitting on his hands when he should have gotten up and done something already. Fortunately Julian now actually had the means to do so, whereas before he'd pretty much been grasping at straws.

Laying on his bed in the room he shared with Stan and two losers he didn't even want to acknowledge, Julian's bright green eyes peered at his phone. His old one had suffered his wrath when Laura had gone missing, but he'd since replaced it, and the contact information from his demolished phone had been salvageable. That included the number of a man he'd met while they were stranded in the Savage Land, a man whom he had looked for before after seeing him on the television during the Presidential Inauguration.


Julian wasn't sure if the man was actually wanting to hear from a sixteen your old kid with major issues, but then he had been the one to give him the means to contact him while they were in the Savage Land. That was pretty much an open invitation as far as Jules was concerned, and if "Hey, I need to suck less at telekinesis" wasn't a good enough reason to reach out to the man, what was? And so after some deliberation, Julian finally tapped the button to call the Frenchman and brought the phone to his ear.

"Hey Exodus, it's Julian," he spoke up when Exodus answered his phone. "Scion," he added, not sure how Exodus was on the whole mutant versus human name, and deciding to just give him both. After that, Jules just cut right to the chase. "I was wondering if we could meet up somewhere. I'm not sure how much you've seen or heard, but things have gotten pretty damn bleak." Jean had given a press conference concerning the Brood the other day, but Julian wasn't going to assume Exodus was the type to watch TV. When it came to mutant affairs though, he did sort of guess that the man would know what was happening, and the leader of the X-Men talking on TV seemed like something the Brotherhood would be interested in. "I need to be better," he went on, swallowing the "and somewhere that's not here" that almost followed. He was sure someone like Exodus wouldn't care that a sixteen year old was feeling resentful towards the way life had been recently, let alone details like how he thought his roommates sucked. Like, he was confident he could convince Exodus that Roan was a lame potato, but that hardly seemed relevant to the situation.

Julian's brow furrowed as he listened to the man on the other side of the line speak. He was willing to see him, but there was a minor detail that Jules wasn't sure how to work out. "I'm sorry, you want me to come where?" he asked incredulously. "How am I going to get to--" His voice trailed off as Exodus explained the details to him how he'd be getting to the French Alps of all places. Of course, the Brotherhood had a teleporter in their ranks who could make it happen. Julian had seen Blink on the television during the inauguration as well, it just hadn't occurred to him that she'd be an option. "Right, yeah," That was something he could work with. "Let Blink know that I'll be there in like, fifteen minutes."

He didn't need time to pack, considering everything he owned had been obliterated by space bugs, but he couldn't just run off immediately. Julian was pretty sure his reception wasn't going to be great in the Alps, and while he had no intention of letting anyone know what he was doing exactly, he wasn't going to leave without letting people know he'd be going. Or one person, at least. He sent a quick text to Laura, then grabbed what little belongings he still had and stuffed them into his bag before making his way over to the window, opening it and flying off towards his meeting point with the Brotherhood's teleporter.


After meeting with a not particularly chatty Blink in Mutant Town, Julian suddenly found himself halfway across the world. The verdant heights and snow-peaked mountains of the French Alps stretched as far as the eye could see in every direction, and right in front of him stood an old looking building that Julian assumed Exodus was staying at. Why anyone not actually a monk would stay at a place like that, Julian didn't know, but he hadn't come there to question Exodus' decisions in life. He had come there to learn from someone who hopefully understood what it was like to work with an excessive amount of telekinetic power and could pass on that experience, so this was one of the rare occasions where Julian Keller would dial back the attitude.


He'd give it a good try, at least.

"Exodus?" Julian called out as he approached the monastery's large wooden doors. "Are you here?" Probably kind of a dumb question to ask. Julian better damn well hoped he was there, or he'd just gotten himself stranded thousands of miles from home with no clue which way actual civilisation was in.
Mar 19 2018, 08:56 AM
A week. That's how long it had been since Laura had gone missing. Exactly one week ago, his girlfriend had not shown up for breakfast, and Julian had immediately grown suspicious. It wasn't anything new for Laura to head out on her own, Julian had known about that for some time and accepted it as Laura just needing to be Laura. He never worried too much because a) he knew she was more capable than any of them and b ) he really rather wouldn't give too much thought as to why she went out and didn't answer his texts until the next day. As long as he didn't ask too many questions he could just pretend she was out looking for cute animals, or eating at Waffle House because he was a snob and refused to set foot in there. Denial wasn't a healthy part of any relationship, but it had worked well enough for them so far. Missing breakfast, though? Immediate red flag. Laura would never pass on the opportunity to stuff her face with syrup-drenched pancakes.

Initially, Julian had managed to keep a relatively cool head. It was something that he had been trying to work on, to be in control of his emotions instead of letting his emotions be in control of him. The results had been... inconsistent, but at least he hadn't lost his temper immediately. But as the week went on what little control Julian had over himself had begun to crumble. Liv hadn't known where Laura had gone off to, and neither of them had been able to figure out what had happened. When the boyfriend and the roommate/best friend were clueless as to what happened, there was definitely reason for concern. Or panic, pretty much the same. After Jean, at Julian's request and subsequent repeated nudging, had tried looking for Laura using Cerebro and failed to find her, despair had begun settling in.

This had, of course, led to Julian shutting others out instead of turning to anyone for support and wallowing in the emotional whirlwind he created for himself. One that, true to form, mostly consisted of anger, directed at whatever was responsible for Laura's disappearance and whomever he blamed for not trying hard enough to find her. The target of the latter varied, but Julian mostly directed it at Jean and Logan. From a suitable distance of course, since actually confronting people came too close to confronting his personal issues and that was not how Julian Keller rolled.

Today had been no different. Julian had once again slept poorly; whenever he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but think back to the time he and Laura had spent in Sinister's lab. That's where Laura had ended up the last time she had disappeared for this long, and Julian's brain couldn't help but imagine that was exactly the sort of place she had ended up in. That, or the Facility where she had been raised, which wasn't a place Jules knew all that much about, but knowing Laura considered her time there as bad or even worse than their time in the lab was enough for his brain to conjure up the worst images. Broken, bloody, beaten, just like she had been when Sinister put her through his sadistic tests. Worse than that even, because this time she didn't have him there to offer her any support, to distract her with one of the stories from his childhood. All alone, with none of her friends there, likely uncertain if anyone would even find her this time.

With how poorly he was handling all of this, it probably would have been best had Julian just stayed in his room. He might have had to deal with Stan, but his roommate was one of the few people Julian seemed to tolerate no matter what. Maybe they could have smoked a bowl together, then Julian would have had the chance to unwind. Instead he was in the student kitchen, on the absolute opposite side of the spectrum from where relaxed was, a scowl on his face and the handle of the refrigerator door in his right hand. That was one of the more obvious and difficult to handle effects of Julian's current state of mind: things got broken. His lack of control over his telekinesis was pretty widely known around the school, but when he actually lost control it became obvious just how much of it he did possess normally. Without any of that, he was right back where he had been following his time in Sinister's lab, breaking pretty much anything he put his hands on. He'd already lost his phone, nearly pulled the door to the room he shared with Stan off its hinges, and now he couldn't even grab something from the fridge without breaking that too.

Julian was done.

In a fit of anger, Julian grabbed onto the refrigerator and ripped it from where it stood, tossing it across the student kitchen and into the wall on the other side. "Fuck!" he cried out angrily, slamming his fists down onto the nearby counter, its surface cracking under the sheer force of Julian's tactile telekinesis. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." His voice died down as he placed his arms on the broken counter and buried his face in them, letting go of a soft, quivering breath as what little had been left of his resolve to keep things even remotely together finally broke apart and the tears started flowing.

Rider, Ion for mentions
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."

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