12th Partridge [Action/Voice/Event]

[pearheaded]

[You know what's horrifying? Holograms. You know what's even worse? Being Ian during them. So when you hear the horrified shrieks in the plaza, it's probably just Ian being carried by a group of lumberjacks toward a GIANT WHIRRING WOODCHIPPER. Suffice to say, Mr. Kolansky is flailing above their heads in complete terror.]

PLEASE NO, NOT THE CHIPPER, NOT THE CHIPPER!!

I'M DELICATE!!

[It's not even registering that in such situations he'd die in Luceti; thank god for the lack of fatality in this event.]

.....

[Even worse, a couple hours later he's running all across town with people dressed like this after him. Man, he hasn't had this happen in a long-ass while, but it's still far from pleasant. By the time he manages to outrun them, he's gone all through town. His clothes are entirely wrecked and his day is shot to hell, b-but at least he can try to help some people out if they need it. You can find him hiding in the bushes or hanging upside down in a tree, struggling to get his foot out of vines. Or he can slam into you at a hideous speed. Or you can find him cowering in fear behind your house.

... Or you can find him tied up over a pot of boiling water.

Look, the mob wasn't friendly, okay? Kinda obvious.]

[Voice]



D-does anyone need any instant-healing medicine? I know some people were a little 'beat up' today...

Does anyone know why these're popping up like this?

[huff.]

Ah, well. This better not interrupt Parent's Day...

[He'll be around with dirty clothes (what's new), but he'll at least be free of any holograms, should you want him to run into one of yours.]

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[pearheaded]

[One or two of them focus on you, but the others aren't really catching the memo; they have a tree guy to toss into a whirring black vortex of bark-y murder, after all.]

RUN AWAY, MISS ROGUE!! SAVE YOURSELF!!

[touchofrogue]

[Well, isn't that sweet. Rogue rolls her eyes and flips in, using the momentum to land a scissor kick to one goon's head - who vanishes - and sing (solar plexus, instep, nose, groin) her way past the second and arrive beside the four who are still carrying Ian.]

Y'all are seriously startin' to annoy me.

[She swings a punch at the goon closest to her.]

[pearheaded]

You go, sassy lady—!!

[Whatever he was about to say is rudely interrupted when the lumberjacks drop him on his face. Otherwise, he'd just cheerlead you as you kicked ass. But hey, he's nice enough to reach out and trip one of them by the ankle, at least.]

[touchofrogue]

[This is what she's trained for. Taking down Normals twice her size, using their weight and stupid aggression against them - that's all part of being one of the only mutants at Xavier's whose needed to actually learn hand-to-hand, and she didn't exactly come into it ill-equipped.

And it's kind of nice to not have to worry about hurting them. It's not too long before they've all vanished.]

Lumberjacks? Seriously?

[She leans down to offer Ian a hand up.]

[pearheaded]

[He takes the offered hand with a grunt, getting back to his feet. He's... missing a sleeve, and there's blood rounding the edges of where it ends, but he looks like a clean bill of health.]

Well, yanno, they can be pretty scary, right? If they have axes and woodchippers they wanna use on people... E-eheheheh.

[touchofrogue]

[She drops his hand like it's on fire and steps back, scanning him.]

Well, ya seem ta be in one piece.

[So she'll just be on her way.]

[pearheaded]

Relatively, yeah! Though I guess I'll need a new wardrobe...

[:C I liked this shirt.

also, walking after you like you're not trying to get away]

Where'd ya' learn how to fight? That was pretty good!

[touchofrogue]

Gym class.

[Not strictly true, but whatever. >>

'My mom is a terrorist that was training me to help her destroy the world' just doesn't roll of the tongue as well.]

[pearheaded]

Oh! You went to school? [/SPARKLE] You must be pretty smart, then! I don't know a whole lotta' people who'd get to do something as cool as that!

[touchofrogue]

[Snerk. She can't help it - it's too easy.]

Yeah, well - it was a special school.

[Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, after all. Sounds way more posh than the sort of place that would ever normally let her in.]

[pearheaded]

Special? Maaaaan, lucky! I grew up in a pretty small village, so we didn't learn much but a little writing and planting. Crop stuff. But I always wanted to see what school was like.

[touchofrogue]

[Mental muttering.]

Then why don't ya go to the school here?

[pearheaded]

U-um. I think I'm a little too old for it now.

[Don't let my face deceive you, I'm an old fart.]

[touchofrogue]

[Shrug.]

So? If ya wanna do it, ya should do it.

[pearheaded]

... Really? You think so?

[touchofrogue]

Yeah. [Small smile. Grow a spine, man.] Ya might as well.

[pearheaded]

You're right! I should try my best!

[DETERMINED FISTPUMP. FUCK YEAH!]

Even if I'm not very bright, it'll be worth it!

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue spares a moment of sympathy for the teachers who are working without pay who will now have to deal with Ian.

...the moment has now past.]

That's the spirit.

[She's not trolling at allllllllllllll.]

[pearheaded]

[nod, nod!

... Yeah he can't even see the trolling.]

You're a real nice gal, Rogue! I appreciate the pick-me-up!

And the saving thing, too.

[touchofrogue]

[She's nothing like a nice gal. Quit following her. 8|]

Don't mention it.

[Abrupt left turn! Let's see if that shakes him.]

[pearheaded]

[A-and he awkwardly stands there, suddenly realizing he was following. ;u;]

Ah, u-uh, well—if you ever need any help, just ask...!

[touchofrogue]

[Seriously, dude?

She raises a gloved hand in farewell.]

Don't fall into any wood chippers.

[pearheaded]

... Y-yes ma'am!

[He finally waves back, a bit flustered at the reply.

V///V Saved from a wood chipper. SIGH MY LIFE.]