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Guari Vincent


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May 25 2018, 08:32 PM
He had no idea what his mom was thinking, but he wasn’t about to argue with her. He decided to make the whole ordeal a time trial of sorts. He jogged towards the train that would take him north into the city. He had built up a bit of stamina and felt the most reasonable levels of exhaustion that he could expect. It crossed his mind to try and cut the time down by moving in a more linear path by free running some.

At length he decided against it, that was the last thing he would need. Mess around and twist an ankle or, worse yet, break a leg trying to stick a landing. He decided to keep to the sidewalk this day. It wasn’t too much longer than it might have been any other mode of travel he could manage.

He ran his train card through the turnstiles and was sitting on a train heading for Brooklyn at a reasonable time. It wasn’t too long of a trip, but it was long enough for Guari to catch his breath and search for some butchers in the city. He recalled one shop that his father had taken him by once, but he couldn’t remember the name. At least half of his trip was spent searching for it on his cell phone.

The train sounded for the 10th time? He wasn’t sure how many stops it had really been, but it had been enough to give him pause. He looked around and rushed to a door to leap off the train before he missed his stop. Tucking and rolling back to his feet, he brushed himself off and tried to not look any more suspicious to the people who were no doubt staring at him. He was sure he looked like a hooligan of some sort in his plain black tee shirt and jean shorts.

Shaking his head, he began his jog to get out of the train station. He was in Brooklyn and he would need to make up some time if he was going to find a decent butcher shop on the fly since he couldn’t find the one he wanted. He nearly texted Steven to see if he recalled the name, but Guari was a teenager, he knew well enough what to do. He didn’t need to call for help.

Twelve blocks later, he was a bit lost and no closer to any butcher ship.


He took out his phone to figure out where he was when he was greeted with an unfriendly red lightning bolt. His phone had 12% left before it died. He sighed and hung his head. He would have to find a butcher shop the old fashion way because he wasn’t about to be without a phone just in case he fell through another wonky time dilation portal and ended up in the renaissance.
May 25 2018, 08:16 PM
Guari had worked hard to make sure their abode was clean organized for their guest. Every day, he thought about how this would all play out. If he was in fact going to enroll at this school with Ruby and Kitty. He tried to remind himself that he wasn’t even sure if he would like their sales pitch. And he was the second line of approval really. If his parents didn’t buy into any of this then he was going to be shit out of luck even if he wanted to go to the school.

At least for another year…

He was 17 and a half. He was nearing the age of adulthood, whatever that meant, where he would legally be able to make decisions for himself. Where he wouldn’t need his adopted parents permission or approval. Everytime he had this thought, he couldn’t help but remind himself that he cared about what they felt. How they felt about him simple leaving the house let alone running off to join some special school.

Anxious as a fly on trash day, Guari came home and tried to head to his bedroom to try and decompress before this Duncan guy arrived. “Guari,” his mother called from the kitchen. “ can you go up to city and grab some nice meat for dinner. I’m thinking pork chops, come grab some money.” Now wasn’t the time to question mom, not when they were being dealt a new hand of cards for a game that nobody was quite ready for.

Like… the city, city? New York?” She nodded in answering his question, never taking her eyes off of the potatoes she was cutting. If he went to New York, let alone New York City, he wasn’t sure he’d make it home in time for dinner.

And grab some ground sausage, we’ll have spaghetti this weekend.” She casually waved towards the living room, “There is money next to my purse… and I know how much I took out for the meat.” She said assuring him that she was indeed still a mom, she knew what was, what is, and what could be. And yet she still loved him every step of the way.

Sure thing mom, let me change and I’ll head out.


Shortly after he left, his father came in and headed straight to his cooking wife. “Guari home yet?” He leaned in and kissed her cheek before wrapping his arms around her.

I sent him to New York for some meat. He’ll probably be late for dinner. It’ll give us a chance to talk to this Mr. Duncan. See what is really going on.” She looked over at her husband as she paused her preparations. She could tell he wasn’t exactly in favor of her plan, if it wasn’t a stunt really, but he did love her and understood her.

I’ll start setting the table.” He had already gotten steaks for the dinner tonight. So she had simple sent Guari away to speak privately, and assuming candidly, about what their son had been getting into and what he was trying to get into. Within the hour, he was patiently waiting for Mr. Duncan to arrive while he watched Family Fued.


May 15 2018, 08:19 PM
Hello. My name is Guari Vincent. I recent found myself in a position to desire enrollment in your institute. I’m currently enrolled in a public high school in new jersey, but after many conversations with my parents we believe that an enriched education for a special student like myself would be beneficial.

I heard about the learning programs from Ruby and Kitty on separate occasions and their testimonies have left me quite impressed. However, my parents are not quite convinced that this is a wise or prudent move for me. Is there any literature or anything I can present to them to elaborate on what Xavier’s has to offer me.

Thank you for your assistance now and for the guidance in the Savage Lands.

May 15 2018, 04:31 PM
When you get lectured and hugged for days hours, you kind of force yourself to learn a lesson. When he walked into his house where his adopted parents had probably grown ridiculously worried. After all he was supposed to be gone for less than a day. Thankfully, it hadn’t been as long as he thought. But, being missing for three days was a lot.

“We thought you were dead in some alley!” his mother, Ellen, seemed to be stuck on repeat as the tears continuously welled up in her eyes. She was happy he was fine, but that was all she was happy about. Each time, he couldn’t help but clench his jaw. He wasn’t sure what to tell her. He was a mutant. Given this climate, he was likely to give her that fear rather regularly. Regardless, it didn’t make it any easier to see her tears. He avoided that with all he could.

His dad, Steven, seemed to be just as concerned. But on a different scale, he was more willing to listen to Guari’s story. It didn’t make it any better, after all he had been kicked by a tyrannosaurus rex. Even as his dad listened, Guari was asked numerous times if he was on some sort of drugs. By the second time he made his way through the tale, they had gotten him a home drug test. Guari obliged. It came back clean.

It didn’t prevent his adopted parents from grounding him to the house. They kept him on a tight leash. No after school practice. No weekend trips to New York. No allowing of anything. It was a terrible time, but it was a good time. It gave Guari a chance to really sit down and try to go over what all had happened to and around him the last couple months. Sadly, it wasn’t just the Savage Lands he was trying to wrap his mind around.

It was as if, somebody had told him the way behind the curtain and once New York had been laid bare before him he seemed unable to step foot in the city without finding some sort of ‘thing’ going on. From running into Danny Rand, THE Immortal Iron Fist, to being trapped in a ‘haunted’ museum to meeting Spider-Man and sort of running for his life. He had found out there was an entire town of mutants, apparently a company that might be trying to orchestrate things against mutants… maybe. Hell he had even had a professional reporter interview with a corporate figure.

And then everything that happened in the Savage Lands.

This down time gave him time to start writing up some stuff for the start of his blog. But he wasn’t silly enough to think that it would be ok to just simply post it on livejournal or something. No, he would need some assistance, but that could wait. He’d work on his material for now. Work on his message, whatever that was going to be.

He’d work on his writing and work on Charlie’s advice. He would train his mind and his body. When he wasn’t writing he was researching. When he wasn’t on his computer he was doing basic exercise; push ups, sit ups, and basic cardio.

He heard his parents talking, wondering if this was ‘normal’. Wondering if he was just trying to get ‘summer body ready’. It sounded good, and the truth probably would have made them worry even more. Each day that passed ate at him as he passively lied to his parents. Parents who did nothing but care for him.

What would Charlie suggest him do?

What would Six actually do?

What would Ruby think of what he’s doing?

What would Connor expect him to do?
Mar 27 2018, 10:33 AM
The place that he had picked out to sleep, he had done so once he understood where his team mates had decided to set up camp. It seemed largely divided… but on this day he had decided make for the outskirts of both camps. He walked with purpose this day, but that purpose did not give him any type of solace. Still he pushed onward as dawn cracked and the sun began to rise over the time cursed Savage Lands.

He eyeballed the distance out to roughly a meter from where she was camped out. “Charlie…” he called out softly, more to not draw any others attention. He hoped it was loud enough to get her attention though. He figured she was already awake since that seemed to be her daily thing. Awake well before the rest of their fellowship and seemingly always ready. “... morning.” He forced himself down to his knees, bracing with one hand. “I hope you are well, have you had breakfast?”

He glanced away thinking to Six’s catch the previous day. “I’m not sure how long the fish from yesterday is good for, but I could try to find you something else.” He stammered on, seemingly unable to really stop himself. “I know we had talked about getting some pig or prehistoric hog for bacon or something bacon like.” he looked back at her, noting her brown complexion, not for the first time, but with a different frame of reference. She had mentioned something before about knowing Hebrew and Arabic… had he just offered a her something forbidden?

“Or… something else…” he averted his eyes from Charlie. He was obviously off to a good start.

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