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04 Personalities Merged (Forward-dated after the conclusion of the Jumanji plot)
[So, things were relatively back to normal. About as normal as things got around Paradisa, anyway. David tried to be a good person, a Hero even. He knows it's what his father would want, and moreover, it's what he wants, but...he's become so used to, and reliant on his powers, that when he's robbed of them he hardly knows what to do with himself. That's why he finds himself in the Danger Room out on the grounds today. He doesn't actually have clearance, which is why anyone who happens to wander down there will find the doors forced open, the electronic lock that normally serves to block unauthorized entry sparking and smoking, hanging from a few loose wires where it was usually mounted. He'd tried a few training exercises at first, testing the little bit of muscle he's started to put on as a result of lifting weights and training with Legolas, but now he's just sitting on the floor, staring at a holographic projection of his father, his expression otherwise unreadable.]
Funny, how a wee thing like losin' yuir powers an' havin' ta fight a bloody board game can play with yuir mind. Think I'll be avoidin' any an' all games from now on, aye?
[Also? He doesn't want to talk about how much Van Pelt reminded him of his father, which is of course he's staring at a holographic reproduction, as if to remind himself that Charles Xavier was a different sort of person. Feel free to bother him over the journal or in person. He'll fix the Danger Room's door later, when he's done with the place.]
Funny, how a wee thing like losin' yuir powers an' havin' ta fight a bloody board game can play with yuir mind. Think I'll be avoidin' any an' all games from now on, aye?
[Also? He doesn't want to talk about how much Van Pelt reminded him of his father, which is of course he's staring at a holographic reproduction, as if to remind himself that Charles Xavier was a different sort of person. Feel free to bother him over the journal or in person. He'll fix the Danger Room's door later, when he's done with the place.]
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Least there were no bloody head games, aside o' that hunter bloke.
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Guess I count as that, huh. Although I insist the spandex is not my fault.
Yeah, its pretty normal for me too. I mean, if the game had been haunted it would have been exactly like a day back home.
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There's a place where I come from called "The Savage Land", it's literally a prehistoric jungle located right smack dab in the middle of Antarctica, created by some weirdo aliens like a bazillion years ago. I've never been there myself, but its existence is pretty much common knowledge, such that there are treaties and such ta leave the place untouched as a wildlife preserve. There were more'n a few moments in that jungle where I felt like I was right at home, heh.
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....You know? There's some jungles back in my world too. There's this self proclaimed greatest hunter of the ghost zone, and his lair is like one giant jungle island. I was getting some really annoying deja vu in there a few times.
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What is it with hunters an' tryin' ta hunt people? There's a bloke where I come from, calls 'imself the "X-Cutioner" of all stupid things, makes it his mission ta hunt down mutants wherever he can.
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It still sounds so weird to me that there's a world somewhere with tons of heroes. Back home its just me. And sometimes the Red Huntress. And Dani, I guess.
No clue. But man, it sounds like he and Skulker are two of a kind. If I had a dime for every time he came around ranting about getting my pelt to adorn his wall....
Or maybe it was my head on the wall and my pelt on the bed. I don't know, I quit listening after the tenth time.
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Heh, yeah. X-Cutioner's schtick was supposedly avengin' dead humans by killin' the mutants who'd supposedly been responsible for hurtin' 'em, only most o' the time he ended up chasin' mutants who's powers manifested in such a way that the rest o' the world thought 'em dead, so he was chasin' ghosts. Not sure what he's up to these days, considerin' how many mutants have died over the past few years.
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How are you doing?
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I've had better days. That bloody hunter. Van Pelt...I think his name was...in a weird sorta way he reminded me o' my old man. Not a pleasant reminder, I can tell ya. I'm just...tryin' ta remind myself of who he really was.
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