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...excuse me? Am I contacting Scott Summers? [The blindfolded man in white robes is probably shocking to see for a variety of reasons. One of said reasons are the antlers on his head. The rest is thanks to his calling - Cultivation.]

Edited 2025-08-06 13:20 (UTC)

[He's a little surprised to see an unfamiliar man address him, especially one that's wearing a blindfold. And antlers. Which. Yes, that is rather odd, but also he's aware that people of many cultures exist here. It's not like he's exactly normal himself.

Nonetheless, being directly contacted like this gets the mutant to sit up straight as he formally addresses his Leaf. He's patient, calm, if slightly concerned, though the last bit may be harder to hear in his voice.]

Yes, you are. How can I help you?

I have heard that you possess...ah...special sight? {What he had heard hadn't explained Scott's abilities well at all.} I'm very curious. I lack sight entirely myself, though I hope that will change soon.

Yes, I do have a... special eye affliction.

[So, the other is completely blind, it explains the blindfold. He remembers years ago when he thought he had to wear one all the time or else hurt everyone around him. Scott's sure that this isn't the same situation, but he's still listening. If he can help... he will.]

You're planning on fixing your eyesight? I'm not fully blinded myself, but I'd be happy to answer your questions.

I am missing my eyes entirely, in truth. [He won't dance around the point with someone who suffers similarly.] I gave them to another and now I have hope that the Fairies will supply me with new eyes.

[Even if he sees strangely, it's better than nothing.]

What do you see?

[Oh, there's definitely a story behind that one, huh? Something that Scott wants to ask more about, but he puts his curiosity to the side for now, focused on helping provide him with the best answers that he can provide.

He wonders if it's really safe to ask the fae for new eyes, but.]

I have to wear specialized sunglasses all the time. If I don't, whenever I open my eyes, my powers would fully expel outward with basically a tunnel of red surrounding my vision, with just pinpoints of color in the middle.

But with my sunglasses, everything is a different shade of red to me. Hard to sometimes see red out in the world because of that.

[Safe or not, eyes are one of his wishes. Xingchen doesn't mind being the one to take a chance with the Fairies. No one really depends on him and the other Adoptees deserve answers!

Scott's explanation intrigues him!]

...your powers...? What do they do? I can understand why you require a special device to contain your power. Were you born with your abilities?

[Sorry, he has many questions.]

Forgive me. I have never met another like you.

It's okay, I don't mind.

[And Scott really doesn't mind. Since getting here, he really hasn't faced the same sort of discrimination he did back home. Erik was right about that and it's definitely a strange sensation. Of course there are plenty of other things to worry about, but it's not just mutant centric for once.

Him and the other Adopted are basically in the same boat.]

I'm what's known as a mutant back home. I was born with the X-Gene, which activated when I was a teenager and gave me my powers. They're known as optic blasts, the best way to describe them are powerful concussive beams that can break through almost any material.

[Xingchen would never judge someone for their abilities. To him, they are blessings that should be used mindfully for the betterment of everyone. However even Cultivators like him can turn to darker methods - thus why Demonic Cultivation exists.]

Amazing! But it must have been so difficult for you. Did you have your spectacles back then? [If not, goodness. How could anyone cope with that?]

I didn't, at least, not at first. There was a moment when I thought I had to close my eyes forever or risk hurting everyone around me.

[Really, so many things could've gone wrong, but.]

But I got lucky, a mutant by the name of Hank McCoy created my special sunglasses. Without him, I'd still be grumbling somewhere and thinking that my life has ended.

[There's a flicker of amusement in his voice, some self-poking, because he's aware now that he was being rather dramatic back then. Of course, it was still hard dealing with that new change, but Scott won't deny that he had a certain attitude.]

I consider it a blessing that your eyelids weren't ruined by your powers! {That would have worsened the nightmare for poor Scott by far.} It isn't easy living in darkness and there must have been a time you couldn't help opening your eyes. Instincts can't be stopped.

{No kidding.}

I am grateful to him, then. Your life is hardly over!

{The same applies to him, strangely enough.}

I really am fortunate. I'm immune to my own powers, so luckily my eyelids-- and my eyeballs have remained intact.

[If he wasn't immune... yeah, that would be pretty bad. He'd probably be dead, honestly.]

Did my story help at all? You mentioned that you're going to ask the fae for new eyes... are you thinking about the possibility of them being powered in some way?

Amazing. [So it truly is...natural. This man is meant to have his power(s). Xingchen is seeing Scott's mutation in the same light as his golden core.]

I think it likely that they will have...interesting additions. I wondered if I could request that they be useful.

And, yes, your story has given me more confidence, thank you.

[Every so often, it is still nice to hear someone tell him that his powers are 'amazing.' Or that being a mutant is. He knows that acceptance in this world is much higher anyway, but the feeling doesn't change.]

It is difficult to manage sometimes, but if you feel confident about having powers from your eyes... I'd be happy to assist you in whatever way I can. Or even if you don't end up having powers, the offer remains.

[This isn't a level of vulnerability that he's suppose to show. He practically jammed it into his head that he needs to stay strong in any situation and that things would be fine eventually. Unfortunately, it's not fine at all. He isn't sure how long he's been in this closet for. It's safe, it has four walls to keep him protected but...

He doesn't feel safe at all. In fact, he doesn't feel okay, at all.

There is only one person he can truly trust. Was it because Scott's mannerisms were similar to his sister's? That certainly helped, but there was a camaraderie between them since the party. Then during the hydras attack, to then finding him in the kitchen.

Alexander isn't thinking straight, and without much of a thought, and finding that same comfort that he gets from his sister.]

Scott, it... It's me, Alexander.

[He can't even keep up the formality anymore. His voice is shaking, and he feels his eyes swollen, skin wet.]

I know it's... L-Late. But I need someone to talk to... Or just to lay down with someone -- or at least sit with. I don't want to be alone.

[He grips his phone, feeling his heart clenching and his voice stuck in his throat. He tries to control his voice, but his next words come out in a pained, desperate sob.]

I miss my parents -- and my sister. I cannot breathe -- my chest hurts.

[Steady... Steady. In yet, it's not steady at all.]

So please... Can I come to your room?

[He's certainly surprised to receive a message like this seemingly out of the blue, especially at night. However, it's near instant in the way that Scott finds himself responding back-- voice clear but also worried as he speaks into the Leaf. After all, the strain and exhaustion, the trembling in Alexander's voice, is more than enough to tell him that something is definitely troubling his friend.

Various scenarios run through his mind about what might have happened to Alexander, if someone attacked him, if someone suddenly disappeared-- but it's not that. It's. Grief. A longing for people that aren't here and he understands that on a level he can't describe right now. Similarly, his heart beats in a way that almost hurts, but he keeps his level level. He's here for Alexander.]

Yes, come over. Don't be alone in all this.

[He's in a loose t-shirt and sleep shorts, but it's fine. Honestly, Scott isn't thinking too much about it, his focus only on the voice on the other end.]

[There's a rush of relief when he notices that Scott answers back so quickly. It doesn't hurt any less, but it's enough to make him crawl out of the closet. He's still crying, he knows that he is. His eyes are sore and his hands are wet from trying to wipe his eyes and cheeks. It's embarrassing, to be completely honest but Scott isn't far away. He's in the same court, so he only has to walk a few minutes.

This legs feel heavy though, but he does manage to obscure his face so that no one can recognize him in the hallway.

Luckily, even with swollen eyes he can navigate the dark hallways with just his sight, managing to get to Scott's room. Usually much more quiet about this, but Scott will immediately hear the doorknob forcibly move. Hands shaking as he practically lunges in and runs into the closet at lightning speed.

He hasn't closed the door at the very least, but Scott will notice that he's curled up like a child, head pressed against his knees, with his hands gripping his headwings in a vice grip. Small pinions falling underneath him.]

... Scared.

[His voice is so weak, different from his usual, calm and stoic one. The mask is gone, it crumbled as soon as he got here.

It's his true self.]

How... How am I suppose to do this? I-- I do not have them here. How can I pretend to be happy -- to act as if I can adapt? I can't--!

[Well, now he's pulling on his headwings.]

I... Am a fraud. What you have seen is a simple facade that I keep to maintain appearances but... In truth, I am the weakest out of my family. I know I am.

[It's a cry for help. He pleads with him.]

So please... Help me.

[Scott was about ready to fully open the door for Alexander, but he doesn't get the chance for it. His mouth lightly parts as he catches the other man barreling in without any sort of finesse, and instead of running to him, he's running straight to his own closet. It's... not quite a reaction he's really seen or dealt with before, the surprise making him still for a few seconds, but it's not long before he breathes out again, centers himself, before he walks over to the closet and lowers himself to a kneel in front of his friend.

He's... having a panic attack? Or something among those lines. Whatever sort of term, but what he knows is Alexander is scared and dealing with grief. The loss of his family not being here with him. It's not an easy thing for anyone, no matter how strong they appear. He doesn't fault him for being like this.

He slowly reaches with his hand, as if not wanting to spook him too much, to place against one of the tight grips that's pulling on his head wings. The pull that seems almost painful and he wants to guide his friend away from that. He doesn't want to let that continue either, especially if it's going to hurt him. And all the while, he finally speaks up.]

It's difficult to be strong without your family here. [He agrees, almost softly.] You don't have to pretend to be happy and you aren't weak for missing them. I can't promise that they can be here, but know that you aren't alone either.

[Alexander is usually hyperaware, but in this state, his sharp mind is practically gone. It's filled with grief that he can't control, and all he can really hear and feel is the beating of his own heart. It feels like it's about to burst, but that sudden touch to his hands brings him back to reality. It's weirdly comforting in a way, but it seems to ground him enough that he stops his forceful tugging.

His hands are shaking, but feeling another touch makes him let go and instead, he reaches for Scott's hands.

They're warm and comforting, which is enough to make him lean in for that comfort. Slowly, but surely trying to catch his breath, even if it feels like his throat is closing. Still, he grounds himself -- at least, long enough to hear those comforting words. It's nostalgic, having heard those same words from his family. But hearing it said so confidently from someone that isn't family is also comforting.]

... You're right. I am sure there are others who are struggling as well and are grieving. It's just... Hard.

[Still, despite his calmness, there are visible tears from his eyes. But his mask is gone, and the person he truly is comes through.

However, it seems as if Scott's words have come through. It's... Enough to make him laugh, smile even, despite his grief.]

If what you say is true, then I suppose... You're stuck with me. Or maybe I'm stuck with you?

[The grip on Scott's hands tighten, not letting go any time soon.

Sorry Scott.]

I apologize. I... Really didn't mean to barge in like I did, but I have a particular fondness with hiding in closets, you see.

[It's a genuine comfort to feel Alexander reach for his own hands instead and immediately he encloses them in a comforting grip as he continues to look at the other with that steady gaze through his sunglasses. Maybe intimidating to some, but probably not to the celestial and more importantly a friend, with subtle traces of concern lining the mutant's face as he holds onto his hands.]

I'm certain there are others struggling in a similar way, but it can still be hard. Don't be ashamed.

[Might be ironic of him saying all these things when he has a hard time reaching out, but this isn't about him. This is about Alexander and Scott's always had an easier time telling others that it's okay to feel certain things when he doesn't practice what he preaches. Well, he used to have someone to tell all his doubts and feelings, but... that's not here and now.

Instead, he squeezes his hands, keeping them warm in his hold.]

Yeah, guess we are stuck together. For as long as you need it. [He sounds so serious saying all this... but he really means it.] So it's fine, even if you want to hide in this closet for the moment. Could you tell me why you want that particular space though?

[Don't be ashamed... Those words are familiar but it's hard to keep it to heart. The pressure of maintaining appearance is so prevalent in his day to day life, but his life is much different here and he has to remember that. He knows that he can't keep it up for very long without getting burnt out, but he's starting to learn that he can keep his guard down with select people. Scott is definitely one of them.]

You're right... But I guess it's still embarrassing. Admittedly I... Keep a formal speech to intimidate those around me. But I'm a normal person outside of that. I still feel anxious and stressed out, as you might feel as well.

[His hands are starting to get warm again, and they feel less clammy. Surprisingly, he still keeps a firm grip on Scott's hands, taking a deep breath out.]

For as long as I need? You may be in for a hard journey.

[Still, he can tell that Scott means it. It makes him less anxious, and his body slowly moves back to baseline.]

Mm, well...

[How does he put this... He knows that there's nothing wrong with mental illness, but he still has trouble talking about it.]

If I must admit, I do suffer from severe anxiety. It is comforting to be in a closet because it's a tight space and I don't have to feel anxious about open spaces... I suppose that may sound odd, but my sister could always find me in the closet if I hid from everyone.

[He's quiet for a moment, managing to crack a faint smile.]

Don't you have places where you hide if you feel stressed out and anxious?

[A small nod, clear understanding running through him as he mentions being stressed and anxious. They may have different roles, different types of stressors, but he gets it-- the need to appear strong at all times. Someone that remains steady despite everything going on around them. He likes to think that he's pulled that off even after Jean's 'death,' but that pit of anger and hurt and despair sometimes grips him, probably in a similar way in how it's gripping Alexander.

So, he continues to hold onto his hands. Watches him with that steady gaze behind his sunglasses, firm but supportive still.]

For as long as you need.

[He repeats, without hesitation. It actually feels kind of good to feel steady in his emotions like this, instead of feeling out of place or thinking about his own troubles. This is something he can do. Not that he's happy that Alexander is experiencing this sort of anxiety attack, but he's glad to be here for him.]

Then we can stay in this closet. [He says, simply, the mutant starting to settle on the ground so that he can get comfortable.] And if I'm feeling that way... I just find a place that I can be alone. Maybe pull of my sunglasses for a moment or two.

[Release all that rage with the output of his powers.]

[This place is breaking him down in ways that he didn't think were possible. Though, it would have happened eventually -- sooner or later. He's thankful that it happened once he was able to call Scott a friend. He can't imagine who'd he turn to with such sensitive matters like this, but it grounds him enough to finally let go and give the man some space at least.

Though, now that they're a bit more settled on the ground, he hopes that Scott's legs or knees aren't hurting.]

... I apologize though. I have to admit -- if I didn't have you as a friend... Things would have been much different. I'm not certain how life and death works here, but... It would have been the latter. And I would have been glad.

[He's thankful that Scott even answered his leaf before he went down that route. And although he isn't sure how he could repay his friend in turn, he'll think about it later. When his fight or flight system isn't haywire.]

Oh? Taking out your feelings on an unsuspecting rock or a bush?

[Why does that thought... Actually make him laugh.]

... For what it's worth, since you have been nothing but kind to me, you can reach out to me as well. I lack empathy, but... I am rather compassionate toward my friends.

[There's no discomfort stemming from the mutant leader, his now released hands lying on his knees and still within reach if Alexander needs to take them again.]

It's a good thing that we are friends then.

[Though the implications of his comment... a frown pulls at the corner his mouth, slightly disapproving but mostly worried. Do those sort of thoughts linger in his mind often? It's something that he really can't let go, not after losing two important people back home. Sure, him and Alexander have really just met, but it still matters to him.]

So don't forget that.

[But as that answer fills the conversation for a few seconds... he relents just a little as Alexander lightly teases him about releasing his feelings. It's not entirely wrong.] And think just a little bigger, sometimes a tree. Sometimes I just look into the sky. But... thanks, I'll keep that in mind.

[Though it's clear that Scott is still just highly focused on him.] Does your sister do anything else for you while like this?

[Luckily (?), Alexander seems to have his brain wrapped together again. He knows that divulging in that information isn't great, and it might make Scott worried. The last thing he wants is for someone to worry about him, since he doesn't want to inconvenience him.]

... Thank you. I won't.

[It's enough for now, and knowing that someone is here for him is enough to keep him steady and less on edge. For what it's worth, he's mostly calm for the most part. His breathing is back to normal, and he chuckles softly.]

I heard looking at the sky can be dangerous... Especially when you're looking at the sky and the stars here.

[Now that his brain is mostly back into place, he feels pretty embarrassed now. He wants to bury his head into his knees, but Scott is being so kind to him still that he can't really try and push him to another topic.]

... Well. She lets me sleep next to her but I know that can be a bit awkward. ... I'll be happy to just sleep on the floor, or in the closet. The bed is not big enough to fit two of us, and I would rather not inconvenience you when you have already been so kind. ... Perhaps too kind, but I wouldn't expect anything less from a charismatic leader.

[He pauses.]

... That being said, if you have any troubles that you would like to share -- anything at all... Please come and find me. I will come to you as quickly as you have come to me.

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cw: yeah okay this is a meltdown sorry scott

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cw: self harmish??

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