But Scott will be dressed in his regular shirt, jacket, and jeans combo as he steps outside to meet Sophie. There will also be a walkman hanging out of his pocket with headsets looped around his neck. Guess he decided to bring music.]
(Wow, for once, Scott might be better dressed than she is. Her long hair is down, but it isn't styled, so it's just a straight waterfall of blonde strands, and she's got her usual three-piece loungewear — shorts, a cropped shirt, and a cardigan. She's got a little towel for herself, because the princess isn't going to lie down on the grass and all, but he is free to.
The first thing she does when she sees him, though? Keep up with her promise. With glowing eyes and her finger to her temple to indicate she's doing something, she uses her own view of the colors in their surroundings to share to his brain, he can use his own eyes with her own color perception. Look at that, he can see.)
[Scott fully stops dead in his tracks as Sophie works her powers, and all at once, the filter of red that he sees the entire world shifts into something far more colorful. Normal. A sharp intake of air breathes through Scott's mouth as his lips parts, head turning in all directions as he tries to take in everything as is-- as it should be. Blue with green, brown with black, red-- when there only should be red, and it's nearly overwhelming.
It takes Scott a moment to actually respond, still reeling from the new images before his eyes. Okay, maybe not new, but.
He looks over at Sophie. Her blonde hair. The way her clothes actually match together instead of different shades of red. Still overwhelming.]
I... I haven't seen anything like this in months.
[And he won't, ever, without extra assistance. But. For once, he doesn't focus on that bitter feeling.]
(She can tell it was a lot, and maybe she should have given him a moment to settle, but eh, he seems happy.
Let him live a little, as she taps the space next to her. Moving some stuff in his brain to make him feel more comfortable is an option she isn't taking, he can work it out himself.)
[A small acknowledgement of what she's done for him and actually drawing a small smile from Scott as he starts walking over to her. He's still taking in the sights and just how vibrant the world actually is, his mood already far better compared to just a few minutes ago. So, it's without fuss that he plops himself next to Sophie, leaning back on his hands as he stares up at the blue sky.
Not red. Like some sort of ominous foretelling of things to come.]
(Oh. A tiny little smile. She'll take it, it's better than the never-ending grumpiness that he gives her. She's even going to bite back a quip about how he's making her love not having gone through adolescence as much.
Good.)
Right? The Five-in-One would definitely go partying on a night like this. Too good-feely to stay home.
(... And, well, she's not. No parties in this place, not nearly as much.)
[Her clone sisters, right. She mentioned about breaking from the hivemind or whatever a while back, but despite everything, Sophie probably still misses them and stuff. And she obviously likes partying a lot on her own, if given by all the pool parties she started.
But on a nice day like this...
He looks over at her, slightly curious, as if trying to look into her mind and see what she's up to, even though his powers is definitely not telepathy.]
And on a nice day, you decided to spend it with me.
(She does like part of her soul was ripped off from her, and yet, she doesn't. She's having some time to think and consider, and she knows she's better off on her own.
Still. She's never been anything different. It's all so fucking weird.
But she notices what he's doing, how he's looking at her? One of her hands move his to set his index and middle fingers on his temple, like telepaths do with a chuckle.)
Mmmm, how about now? Seeing anything?
(But she drops it soon enough, shoulders shrugging as she looks up towards the sky.)
[Why do telepaths do the fingers against the forehead thing anyway? Is that necessary?? But Scott snorts, deigning her question with that reaction before he looks back up at the sky with her. Being out here, seeing everything in color, it's hard to feel mad. Honestly though... he's been working on that a little more since Nate woke up. The complicated feelings of being Scott Summers will never go away, but he's shifting a little away from the mindset that he thinks everyone hates him.
Just Julian or whatever. But.]
I thought you'd want to spend it with your friends. [And then quietly, less accusatory.] Be honest with me.
(Not at all necessary, but they'll do it, just so the non-telepaths are aware something is going on. She'll move her hair to the side as she lies down, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes to enjoy the breeze.
Pretty nice.)
This place isn't exactly my scene, you know. Not inspiring to me.
(He wanted honesty, that's part of it.)
And I know I annoyed you last time, so I wanted to make it a little better.
Yeah, their last conversation really didn't end well, at all. He was angry and tired and frustrated, and Sophie was... being Sophie, he guesses. Is he still hurt from everything that happened there? Maybe, a little. Yeah. But a part of him really doesn't want to keep dwelling on that.
So, he shrugs, though his gaze is turned away from her.]
It's whatever. Everything tends to annoy me at one point, in case you haven't gotten the memo yet.
(Read: she's well-aware of everything that annoys Scott, because she can hear and feel the annoyance. Once again, she thanks everything for not having been a normal teen. Can you imagine.
But she gives his shoulder a little punch before she stretches.)
... Yeah, but you know. Coulda been better myself — this whole mentoring and teaching thing is mum's deal, it's all very new to me. Live and learn, right?
[He's surprised, honestly. Hearing Sophie admit not quite fault, but maybe that she didn't fully handle their last encounter in the best possible way, is still more than what he expected. He just sort of figured that everyone was still going to blame him or at the very least, just tell him to toughen up or deal with shit because everyone is an asshole or whatever.
Not to mention she did warn him that she's not the greatest at this sort of thing.
But. She's really trying, huh? Still trying more than most around here. A sign that she hasn't really given up on him and that's nice.]
...Yeah, live and learn. [He says, relenting. Not outright saying everything is fine, but he's not going to hold it against her.]
Real talk, who cares what everyone thinks? What truly is ever going to matter is what I think, and I think you're okay.
(Listen, nothing better than some narcissistic humor to get them through the night. But, hey, she did tell him she's a bit of a fuck up. A fuck up in terms of a Cuckoo, probably one in terms of a Frost, or not, who knows, she hasn't asked Emma.
[Scott rolls his eyes at that, but there's no hiding the way his mouth twitches upward in amusement. Clearly meant as a joke and Scott's going to take it as such, but he can't deny that a small part of him is kind of pleased hearing this. At least one person hasn't fully given up on him yet. It further eases some of that anger that's been growing inside him.]
We're both doomed.
[But he starts pulling at the headsets that he brought out here, before offering one bud over to her.] Wanna listen to some shit?
Oh, without a doubt. Emma "For The Children" Frost would be facepalming my mentoring attempts.
(But it doesn't seem like Scott minds it too much. He's here, isn't he? She can feel the anger soothe, and that's enough for her. Now, what wicked teenage music will Tykeclops show her, beats her, but she's willing to give it a chance.
[It's the only thing he really says before adjusting his own bud to his ear, fingers soon turning to his walkman and turning the music on. Thankfully, it's not ear piercing loud, but familiar sounds of Metallica start playing through the speakers for Sophie to listen to. Or maybe it's unfamiliar, but either way, Scott has his hands behind his head as he lets himself relax next to her.]
(And he is right; she isn't Emma. Emma just taught her everything she knows, really, but this part, she definitely left out if not for observation on the hivemind's part — and for the longest time? Mad at Emma, for "inspiring Sophie to do foolish, superhero things that led to her death". It was not Emma, mind you. Sophie just has always been... A little more brave. Had some different wants and needs, but sure.
Blame Emma. Probably can't blame Emma now for the way she left the hivemind, but whatever. Instead, she'll gladly take the music, closing her eyes to better enjoy it... And well, since she's in Scott's brain, might as well give him something cool and colorful to look at.)
Look, I'm gonna give you some fireworks.
(And so she does, all colors and arrangements she can think of, so he can enjoy seeing them for now. God knows when she'll do it again.)
[But Scott lets himself enjoy the colors that flash throughout his mind, a loud explosion of colors that he doesn't get to experience anymore. Not normally. Maybe a nice reminder of how colorful the world can be and that it's not just red, not just his anger or whatever. But that's thinking too deeply, so he just lets himself enjoy the images on a surface level as the music continues to play between them.
Although a thought rolls across his mind, a noise leaving Scott as he folds his hands behind his head.]
...Is it my brain that still remembers these colors? Or is it your telepathy making me see this?
But, well, good question. She assumes he doesn't want to hear the tidbits of what she's doing, all the technical bullshit in telepathy that she doesn't even want to explain either. But, two things are correct.)
People see color differently. I'm borrowing from your perception of color, and making your brain think it's seeing what it's seeing. More like a glorified hallucination, really.
[Guess that makes sense, even if 'glorified hallucination' sounds kind of shitty. At least he can actually see again, so Scott's willing to actually be a bit more positive despite that one singular dour thought.
He continues to look up at the blue sky. The white clouds. It feels like it would be a waste not to just take all of this in. Maybe that's the whole purpose of this particular lesson? Who knows.]
...Could you do this for me? Like every so often? [So he doesn't forget how colorful the world can be.]
(He reads as peaceful, and honestly, she's patting herself on the back for it. Maybe she's not that bad at this not-really-parenting-kinda-teacher-but-not-really-maybe-mentor role that she put herself in.
So, an easy smile comes, her fingers fluttering as she adds a shooting star to Scott's sight.)
Oh. Yeah, absolutely. This is like, Telepathy 101, I can do it in my sleep.
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I'm outside./
(So, you know, he can see colors.)
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Fine, I'll be out in a few.
[Mostly putting on actual clothes and shit.....
But Scott will be dressed in his regular shirt, jacket, and jeans combo as he steps outside to meet Sophie. There will also be a walkman hanging out of his pocket with headsets looped around his neck. Guess he decided to bring music.]
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The first thing she does when she sees him, though? Keep up with her promise. With glowing eyes and her finger to her temple to indicate she's doing something, she uses her own view of the colors in their surroundings to share to his brain, he can use his own eyes with her own color perception. Look at that, he can see.)
Hey, kid.
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It takes Scott a moment to actually respond, still reeling from the new images before his eyes. Okay, maybe not new, but.
He looks over at Sophie. Her blonde hair. The way her clothes actually match together instead of different shades of red. Still overwhelming.]
I... I haven't seen anything like this in months.
[And he won't, ever, without extra assistance. But. For once, he doesn't focus on that bitter feeling.]
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(She can tell it was a lot, and maybe she should have given him a moment to settle, but eh, he seems happy.
Let him live a little, as she taps the space next to her. Moving some stuff in his brain to make him feel more comfortable is an option she isn't taking, he can work it out himself.)
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[A small acknowledgement of what she's done for him and actually drawing a small smile from Scott as he starts walking over to her. He's still taking in the sights and just how vibrant the world actually is, his mood already far better compared to just a few minutes ago. So, it's without fuss that he plops himself next to Sophie, leaning back on his hands as he stares up at the blue sky.
Not red. Like some sort of ominous foretelling of things to come.]
It's actually nice out.
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Good.)
Right? The Five-in-One would definitely go partying on a night like this. Too good-feely to stay home.
(... And, well, she's not. No parties in this place, not nearly as much.)
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But on a nice day like this...
He looks over at her, slightly curious, as if trying to look into her mind and see what she's up to, even though his powers is definitely not telepathy.]
And on a nice day, you decided to spend it with me.
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Still. She's never been anything different. It's all so fucking weird.
But she notices what he's doing, how he's looking at her? One of her hands move his to set his index and middle fingers on his temple, like telepaths do with a chuckle.)
Mmmm, how about now? Seeing anything?
(But she drops it soon enough, shoulders shrugging as she looks up towards the sky.)
Yeah. Don't worry about it.
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Just Julian or whatever. But.]
I thought you'd want to spend it with your friends. [And then quietly, less accusatory.] Be honest with me.
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Pretty nice.)
This place isn't exactly my scene, you know. Not inspiring to me.
(He wanted honesty, that's part of it.)
And I know I annoyed you last time, so I wanted to make it a little better.
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Yeah, their last conversation really didn't end well, at all. He was angry and tired and frustrated, and Sophie was... being Sophie, he guesses. Is he still hurt from everything that happened there? Maybe, a little. Yeah. But a part of him really doesn't want to keep dwelling on that.
So, he shrugs, though his gaze is turned away from her.]
It's whatever. Everything tends to annoy me at one point, in case you haven't gotten the memo yet.
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(Read: she's well-aware of everything that annoys Scott, because she can hear and feel the annoyance. Once again, she thanks everything for not having been a normal teen. Can you imagine.
But she gives his shoulder a little punch before she stretches.)
... Yeah, but you know. Coulda been better myself — this whole mentoring and teaching thing is mum's deal, it's all very new to me. Live and learn, right?
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Not to mention she did warn him that she's not the greatest at this sort of thing.
But. She's really trying, huh? Still trying more than most around here. A sign that she hasn't really given up on him and that's nice.]
...Yeah, live and learn. [He says, relenting. Not outright saying everything is fine, but he's not going to hold it against her.]
And I know that not everyone hates me.
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(Listen, nothing better than some narcissistic humor to get them through the night. But, hey, she did tell him she's a bit of a fuck up. A fuck up in terms of a Cuckoo, probably one in terms of a Frost, or not, who knows, she hasn't asked Emma.
Still.)
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We're both doomed.
[But he starts pulling at the headsets that he brought out here, before offering one bud over to her.] Wanna listen to some shit?
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(But it doesn't seem like Scott minds it too much. He's here, isn't he? She can feel the anger soothe, and that's enough for her. Now, what wicked teenage music will Tykeclops show her, beats her, but she's willing to give it a chance.
She'll take the bud. Let's see.)
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[It's the only thing he really says before adjusting his own bud to his ear, fingers soon turning to his walkman and turning the music on. Thankfully, it's not ear piercing loud, but familiar sounds of Metallica start playing through the speakers for Sophie to listen to. Or maybe it's unfamiliar, but either way, Scott has his hands behind his head as he lets himself relax next to her.]
And that's fine.
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(And he is right; she isn't Emma. Emma just taught her everything she knows, really, but this part, she definitely left out if not for observation on the hivemind's part — and for the longest time? Mad at Emma, for "inspiring Sophie to do foolish, superhero things that led to her death". It was not Emma, mind you. Sophie just has always been... A little more brave. Had some different wants and needs, but sure.
Blame Emma. Probably can't blame Emma now for the way she left the hivemind, but whatever. Instead, she'll gladly take the music, closing her eyes to better enjoy it... And well, since she's in Scott's brain, might as well give him something cool and colorful to look at.)
Look, I'm gonna give you some fireworks.
(And so she does, all colors and arrangements she can think of, so he can enjoy seeing them for now. God knows when she'll do it again.)
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[But Scott lets himself enjoy the colors that flash throughout his mind, a loud explosion of colors that he doesn't get to experience anymore. Not normally. Maybe a nice reminder of how colorful the world can be and that it's not just red, not just his anger or whatever. But that's thinking too deeply, so he just lets himself enjoy the images on a surface level as the music continues to play between them.
Although a thought rolls across his mind, a noise leaving Scott as he folds his hands behind his head.]
...Is it my brain that still remembers these colors? Or is it your telepathy making me see this?
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(Eeeeeeeeh....
But, well, good question. She assumes he doesn't want to hear the tidbits of what she's doing, all the technical bullshit in telepathy that she doesn't even want to explain either. But, two things are correct.)
People see color differently. I'm borrowing from your perception of color, and making your brain think it's seeing what it's seeing. More like a glorified hallucination, really.
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He continues to look up at the blue sky. The white clouds. It feels like it would be a waste not to just take all of this in. Maybe that's the whole purpose of this particular lesson? Who knows.]
...Could you do this for me? Like every so often? [So he doesn't forget how colorful the world can be.]
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So, an easy smile comes, her fingers fluttering as she adds a shooting star to Scott's sight.)
Oh. Yeah, absolutely. This is like, Telepathy 101, I can do it in my sleep.
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