Arabelle and LilKurt have a bit of a chat. ...If you can call it that.
* Kurt pinpoints in, after texting Ara.
* Arabelle shall arrive in short order! (Trust us on this: She needs to change first. Coveralls do not training-clothes make). All in all, though, it's a relatively short amount of time before she arrives, wearing loose pants and a shirt tailored for the wings. "And 'lo, I have ~arrived~" V-sign, when she appears.
* Kurt golf claps. He's wearing workout clothes, basically. Biking shorts and a red wifebeater.
* Arabelle sticks her tongue out at him, the standing example of maturity (And she's the older one!) "Alrighty, Lil'blue, what'll be the gameplan today?"
"Nothing too exciting. I'm not even at fifty percent. I just need a proper workout." That isn't swimming in Some's cave, since THAT has disastrous results.
"Right." She hups and leaps for the control console, "Startin' off easy, then. You can still do flips and jumps an' stuff, right?" Typing in commands, doot doot.
"So no huns. Abstract Danger room swooping around with moving bars and blasty lasers, how's that sound?
"We'll find out," he says, somewhat grim.
"Works for me." Type type type, enter! And look! We have moving bars, floating ladders, and waiting blasty lasers and other assorted objects (including floating platforms and -moving- floating platforms), "Ta-da."
"Awesome. ...Race you to the top!" Hop hop leap!
* Arabelle is off the ground like a shot, cutting the distance to catch up quickly, bouncing from ladder to a bar to swing around, and a jump straight up. She bounces off of the top of a laser shooter thing too (it also, since I heart detail, has a single glowing camera eye on the top, that watches Ara pass as it tries to aim at her)
* Kurt is...totally not going to win this. It's very quickly apparent that, while 50% is an understatement, he's very much not up to his pre-Shop skills, even as soft as he was beginning to become after so long away from the X-Men and active duty. His movements are less fluid and effortless and more jerky and spastic.
* Arabelle does keep it slow, she was mainly closing the distance to make it more fair. "You doin' okay?" She says, hanging from a ladder by one arm, and her leg through a rung.
"I am -fine-." You know, it's a damn good thing he has that extra limb. It's just that usually he's able to pull of having to resort to snagging things with his tail to keep from falling as 'doing tricks on purpose.'
* Arabelle releases the ladder with her arm, snatching her leg out of the rung, and planting both feet on it to launch herself higher, catching onto a bar, and swinging around to land on top of it. She doesn't do it completely gracefully, as there's a bit of flailing to get her wings set straight for balance, "Yeah, but we haven't really talked much since we got you -out-, so."
"Oh. Well all that stuff is-" BAMF YOU FOOL THERE'S A LASER COMING "-awful." Sorry, Ara, he's over there now. Not really much higher, but on a moving floating platform. Hahaha look who thinks he's Mario or something.
* Arabelle jumps up when a laser tries to shoot -her- in turn. She flips up and gestures, hitting the laser cannon with a plume of flame. ... It explodes and a holographic 100pts appears over where it was. (What? -She- bastardized this program, -she- wanted to have fun with it.) She lands on a floating platform into a crouch, "Yeah, it -is- awful, really. Anything happen? You seem kinda down." Being below 50% ability notwithstanding.
"WHOA! You are getting tood at tha- HAHAHAHA oh my god I love you!" ...Aaand then he gets this amazing smiling-yet-EXTREMELY-AWKWARD expression on his face.
"Been practicin'." She says as a bit of a response, and then she blinks at the expression, "...What? Did my shirt burn or something?" She checks, and no, no burns, and her -pants- didn't rip or burn...
"Ah. No no, you're fine. Slip of the tongue." Bound bound LEAP OUT INTO NOTHING and then he catches one of the moving bars. He swings up with a tight little smile: he IS still completely awesome, yes.
"What, the 'I love you' thing?" She blinks, a little confused, but begins following again. She preemptively explodes another laser cannon (producing another 100pts thing again when she does) by punching it and ripping out its innards, "Dude, you're like a little brother to me." She shrugs with one arm and she hups her way up another ladder.
"No no. I mean yes. I mean I -know- that. And I am DATING SAVVY who is made of awesome." Flip flip THWACK and he takes out a laser the old fashioned way. (What, feet are old fashioned! Even if they're like three stories up by this point.) "It's...so Some kindof...said that. To me." Yes, he is just going to never look you in the eye ever again because he has to watch out for more lasers. Right.
* Arabelle fires her grappling hook, snatching one laser cannon into another (200pts, it even displays such, instead of individual sets of 100), "Some said that to you?" She blinks and hups up and kicls off of a platform that turned vertically, "In what context?"
* Kurt flips upside down and nearly loses his grip. His power makes sure he sticks on, but that also means that the bar he's holding is no longer turning correctly in his hand and he ends up letting go anyway, jarring his wrist in the process. Fortunately there's this handy laser here to catch hold of...and end up getting singed by. SMASH. Fucking laser.
"In the CONTEXT that I knew he had a CRUSH on someone and I kept fucking PESTERING him until he told me who it was." And it was him. He takes a moment to cling to the wall and be crabby.
(100pts for Kurt, by the way) Arabelle blinks and nearly falls off of a platform that vanishes and reappears with a (Buzaaa) sort of sound effect when the record scratch of those words hits her brainmeats, "Say -what- now? Some has a crush on /you/?" o_O
"Well. More than a crush. Apparently." Hop hop swing hop LEAP TWIST nab swing hop.
"Hoooboy.." Arabelle says that with the air that she'd be facepalming, if her hands weren't busy ripping up another laser cannon, "..How'd you take it?" The loaded question, as she jumps off of the platform the laser was -on-.
"Really bad." Up and up. Fortunately down is always easier. "I'm a complete fuckup, it's pathetic.
"I dunno, from what I saw, you were really confused." Yeah, Kurt, she remembers you appearing in the Sanctuary, "How'd -Savannah- take it?" She bounces and boings off of another pole
"Well first she was ready to go all Kwisatz Haderach glowy eyes death on him, and then it was talking to him and kinda crying." Girls, you know.
Dude, -she's- a girl. ... Well, when you get down -to- it anyway... "Kwsat.." Blink. "Say whatnow?"
* Arabelle does not even pronounce that right at -all-
"Glowy-eyed people from Dune. The spiiice must flooow!" Hey maybe we can talk about Dune now instead of his endless cycle of fucking up at life and losing friends!
Unfortunately for Kurt, Arabelle doesn't really -know- Dune (Which, all considered, might be somewhat fortunate), "She doin' alright after all that?" She'll be asking about -you- inna minute, LilBlue. She also snatches a laser off of its platform and uses -it- to shoot -other lasers.- 100pts. 100pts. 100pts.
* Kurt is totally fine with Ara taking out these lasers. He reaches the top bar, and is just gonna take a breather if you don't mind. "Well I think she was mostly upset because I was so upset. I'm just...it's so fucked up!"
"HE is supposed to KNOW BETTER than to do something like that. And I am not supposed to FLIP OUT about stuff anymore."
100pts. 100pts. "Well, you've been under a -lotta- stress." Arabelle admits, and smashes the laser cannon in her hands when she's out of targets to destroy with it. She hups up onto a platform next to Kurt, letting her legs hang off of the edge, and wings lazily behind her, "As for Some... I dunno." She shakes her head.
"On the plus side, Crane is not going to kill me. He's actually being really nice."
Oh. -Right-. Some's with our dear good Dr. Scarecrow, "That's a good thing, then." A heavy sort of pause, "..He's not gonna -gas- you either, is he?" A half-beat, "Sorry, but, uh..." /Yeah/.
"Not so far. They did something to his head, you know." He points at his own. "Rassilon. Made it so that he writes in a notebook instead of gassing."
"I wish he would just cut these memories out of mine. I don't want them and they make me sick."
"Ah, okay." She says about Crane. There's no real comment -there-, "...Which ones, the ones of Some, and.." She gestures with both hands kinda vaguely, to mean 'et. al.', but she doesn't know the term to use it aloud
"No." He shakes his head. "Weapon X. I guess the Some stuff too. Keep this from being all awkward. -He's- going to be miserable either way."
* Arabelle probably knows a bit of Weapon X from what she's heard from Kurt. And she -has- heard a bit of her world's equivelent in Weapon Z from Zero. "Ngh, I dunno, man." She shakes her head, "Removin' memories is... kinda consequential, innit? 'Cause they make us who we -are-." Fucked up as some of those experiances /are/ (like, say, her fun experiances in Battle Royale)
* Kurt has heard these arguments and deems them naive. "Yes. And I am a fucked up spazz, and I would rather not be."
She may not be as naive as you think, Kurt. "You sure you wouldn't be a spazz either way, LilBlue?"
"Whatever. You know what I want? I want a lol that will let every person who gives me the stupid 'oooh your memories make you who you aaare' line a /taste/ of what my memories actually are. THEN you can all give me your 'valuable life experiences' bullshit."
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* Arabelle B| right back, "Oh don't -give- me that. I've had horrible shit happen to me too, Kurt." She's giving you that Big Sister Glare, /and/ she used his name. "And I swear to god, it's a lot harder to take you seriously when you say el-oh-el like that."
"Yeah. And what do you do with the memory of Battle Royal, huh? Do you think it makes you more /you/ for having that experience?"
Kurt will probably notice--given that Arabelle's /not/ that far away, the sudden flare of heat in her vacinity. Part of the catch of her aerokinetic and pyrokinetic powers is that they're partially emotionally driven, "Listen to -me-, Kurt. I still have that fucking memory. I remember how my /fucking head exploded/. I still have fucking dreams at night where Hecate shoots me in the fucking -face-. I remember the -pain-, going into -shock-." Guess what?
She's not playing around either.
And she's giving him one -hell- of a serious look, one that's very rarely seen on Ara's face, "And you want to -know- what I do with it? It makes me /fight goddamn harder/. I'm scared to fucking -death- of dying, and you will -not- take that smartassy little tone with me when it comes to that.
"Imagine that every day. Imagine being fucking eleven years old and having that every day at the hands of people who do not care about you, or the other mutants, who do- who do /horrible/ things to you until you fucking break and do them right back to the people they point you at."
"And now you're free and you pretend its okay but it is NOT and it never will be. It is not a memory, it is a DISEASE."
"Maybe you're strong enough to fight this, Ara. Hell, you are strong enough. I'm not. I know what this does to me, and I hate the person it's made me become."
"Yeah, I don't act like it bothers me, because I try -not- to let it bother me. It's the past, and what I can do with it as -move the fuck on-. Take what I can from it to make me fucking -stronger.-" The heat dies down as suddenly as it went up, and she slumps agains her arms, "No. It's -not- easy, no, it's not -going- to be easy. Erasing the memories is the easy way out, and even then, knowing how th' goddamn Nexus goes, it'll find away to give them -back-." A glance at Kurt, "Strong? Ha. I barely know what the fuck I'm -doing- half the goddamn time, if not more."
"No, you just bury it. It bothers you a lot. I see your face, whenever anyone mentions Battle Royale. And maybe erasing the memories is the easy way out, but it's also safer. I lost my whole world because of this sick person that they made me into. I rejected and betrayed and hurt my friends, and I lost everything. And now it's happening again, and I can't let it!"
"I don't have anywhere else to -go-!"
"..." She doesn't look at him.
* Kurt is quiet too, the methodical movement of the bars and platforms and one last lonely little laser the only sounds. "Crane wants to be my therapist."
* Arabelle doesn't comment on how much of a bad idea it probably is, but he might see the thought flash across her face for a moment. She still doesn't look at him directly, "Does -he- know you want to erase your memories?"
"Yes. And he doesn't want me to. Nor does Gabe. It's just...bad, terrible things have happened to all of us. ...I just...how much of this 'keep the memories' is because it is actually better, or because before people like Rassilon and Kaa, it was simply not an option to remove them?"
* Kurt is fine with this not-looking policy. They've got a nice big distracting view from up here.
"To be completely honest, I've got no fucking idea anymore." She responds, staring at one of her hands, flexing her fingers. Mostly for -something- to look at. "This is a crisis of conscience I have -no damn clue on-." She closes her eyes, arm slumping back down against her leg, gauntlet quietly clacking against the other arm.
* Kurt sighs and rests his chin on his knees. "Me neither. Most of the time I'm terrified I'm going to fuck up with Savvy the way I did with Alison, and now I am fucked up with Some the way I was with Piotr. And it's so damn -frustrating-! I was over the fact that he is all...wanting all these different people. I was fine with it. I trusted him. And now he does this."
* Arabelle hasn't opened her eyes, "..And for the record, that was a really /low/-ass blow." She says after a moment, and then continues "Savannah's not Alison," not that Ara really knows much of who that is, "Some's.. /Some/. Not Piotr." The name takes her a half-second to pronounce. "Memory erasin's also /drastic/." She says thoughtfully, "And if it's anything like deleting crap, once it's gone, it's -gone-, and if fucks up your head, you're screwed royal."
"I know. Sorry. It's just that level of should-never-happen-to-anyone that I want people to understand. I don't know. It seems like a damned if you do, damned if you don't sort of situation, but this is a devil I know. And he is a terrible one. It does not seem so bad, to take my chances with the devil I don't."
* Kurt sighs. "Maybe I will convince Jonathan and Gabe."
* Kurt seems to have put Gabe especially in unofficial charge of his life. Someone wants a parent.
* Arabelle sort of a wry smile, eyes opening finally, "Yeah, but if anythin' you know how to -deal- with th' devil you know." She -finally- looks at him too. "Look, man. It's /your/ mind and your choice, ultimately," lawl, ultimately, "But before you -do- th' drastic thing, see how the thing with Crane goes for a bit first?" ... One level in her mind can't believe she just -said that-.
I know, it's really mind-boggling. "I don't know how to deal with him. He makes me a monster." He shakes his head. "But more, I don't want to keep losing people. I don't want to do anything that would make Gabe tell her to stop seeing me."
* Arabelle gives him a bit of a look, "..You and I're talking about th' /same/ Savannah, right?" An eyebrow quirks, "I don't even think /Kaiser/ would keep her from seeing you, let alone Gabe."
* Kurt smiles, finally, at that, and turns his head so that his cheek is on his knees. "I still can't believe it. I don't know if I ever will." His tail had been hanging limply over the ledge, but it gives a happy little curl-swish.
"Yeah, you lucky little Blue thing." She gives him a shove, and blinks, looking at something-that's-not-there, "And holy damn when did it get to be -five.-"
"Probably at some point after I stopped being a dick at you."
"Either way." She rubs at her face, and runs her hand through what-little-hair-she-has. [/God/, I miss my bangs] "We should probably be gettin' to bed. This.." has been a trainwreck? A car wreck? The titanic sinking? ALL THREE AT ONCE? "..Has been a hell of a night."
"Ja. Only sort there are these days. He stands up and offers her a hand.
Considering they're still high up, "You up to that teleport LilBlue?" She asks, being sure as she takes his hand.
"All the way down?" BAMF! and they're there. And not too jarring this time either. "Ja. Down is always easier."
* YumeThingee is now known as YumeFhtagn
* Kurt really IS tired now, though. "You can shut down here? I've got about three minutes before my brain turns off."
* Arabelle blinks a bit when they do that, "Down is -always- easier, man." She grins, "After all." Oh god, she's about to be a dork, "Flyin's just falling with /style/, baby."
"Sure, I can handle things here. You go sleep an' snuggle that girlfriend'a'yours." 'Cause -dude-, he needs it.
* Kurt manages a little puff of a blush. "She has her own room. But I will kiss her goodmorning at breakfast." A -paragon- of virtue is he. "Sleep sweet!" And he PINs away.
* Arabelle shall arrive in short order! (Trust us on this: She needs to change first. Coveralls do not training-clothes make). All in all, though, it's a relatively short amount of time before she arrives, wearing loose pants and a shirt tailored for the wings. "And 'lo, I have ~arrived~" V-sign, when she appears.
* Kurt golf claps. He's wearing workout clothes, basically. Biking shorts and a red wifebeater.
* Arabelle sticks her tongue out at him, the standing example of maturity (And she's the older one!) "Alrighty, Lil'blue, what'll be the gameplan today?"
"Nothing too exciting. I'm not even at fifty percent. I just need a proper workout." That isn't swimming in Some's cave, since THAT has disastrous results.
"Right." She hups and leaps for the control console, "Startin' off easy, then. You can still do flips and jumps an' stuff, right?" Typing in commands, doot doot.
"So no huns. Abstract Danger room swooping around with moving bars and blasty lasers, how's that sound?
"We'll find out," he says, somewhat grim.
"Works for me." Type type type, enter! And look! We have moving bars, floating ladders, and waiting blasty lasers and other assorted objects (including floating platforms and -moving- floating platforms), "Ta-da."
"Awesome. ...Race you to the top!" Hop hop leap!
* Arabelle is off the ground like a shot, cutting the distance to catch up quickly, bouncing from ladder to a bar to swing around, and a jump straight up. She bounces off of the top of a laser shooter thing too (it also, since I heart detail, has a single glowing camera eye on the top, that watches Ara pass as it tries to aim at her)
* Kurt is...totally not going to win this. It's very quickly apparent that, while 50% is an understatement, he's very much not up to his pre-Shop skills, even as soft as he was beginning to become after so long away from the X-Men and active duty. His movements are less fluid and effortless and more jerky and spastic.
* Arabelle does keep it slow, she was mainly closing the distance to make it more fair. "You doin' okay?" She says, hanging from a ladder by one arm, and her leg through a rung.
"I am -fine-." You know, it's a damn good thing he has that extra limb. It's just that usually he's able to pull of having to resort to snagging things with his tail to keep from falling as 'doing tricks on purpose.'
* Arabelle releases the ladder with her arm, snatching her leg out of the rung, and planting both feet on it to launch herself higher, catching onto a bar, and swinging around to land on top of it. She doesn't do it completely gracefully, as there's a bit of flailing to get her wings set straight for balance, "Yeah, but we haven't really talked much since we got you -out-, so."
"Oh. Well all that stuff is-" BAMF YOU FOOL THERE'S A LASER COMING "-awful." Sorry, Ara, he's over there now. Not really much higher, but on a moving floating platform. Hahaha look who thinks he's Mario or something.
* Arabelle jumps up when a laser tries to shoot -her- in turn. She flips up and gestures, hitting the laser cannon with a plume of flame. ... It explodes and a holographic 100pts appears over where it was. (What? -She- bastardized this program, -she- wanted to have fun with it.) She lands on a floating platform into a crouch, "Yeah, it -is- awful, really. Anything happen? You seem kinda down." Being below 50% ability notwithstanding.
"WHOA! You are getting tood at tha- HAHAHAHA oh my god I love you!" ...Aaand then he gets this amazing smiling-yet-EXTREMELY-AWKWARD expression on his face.
"Been practicin'." She says as a bit of a response, and then she blinks at the expression, "...What? Did my shirt burn or something?" She checks, and no, no burns, and her -pants- didn't rip or burn...
"Ah. No no, you're fine. Slip of the tongue." Bound bound LEAP OUT INTO NOTHING and then he catches one of the moving bars. He swings up with a tight little smile: he IS still completely awesome, yes.
"What, the 'I love you' thing?" She blinks, a little confused, but begins following again. She preemptively explodes another laser cannon (producing another 100pts thing again when she does) by punching it and ripping out its innards, "Dude, you're like a little brother to me." She shrugs with one arm and she hups her way up another ladder.
"No no. I mean yes. I mean I -know- that. And I am DATING SAVVY who is made of awesome." Flip flip THWACK and he takes out a laser the old fashioned way. (What, feet are old fashioned! Even if they're like three stories up by this point.) "It's...so Some kindof...said that. To me." Yes, he is just going to never look you in the eye ever again because he has to watch out for more lasers. Right.
* Arabelle fires her grappling hook, snatching one laser cannon into another (200pts, it even displays such, instead of individual sets of 100), "Some said that to you?" She blinks and hups up and kicls off of a platform that turned vertically, "In what context?"
* Kurt flips upside down and nearly loses his grip. His power makes sure he sticks on, but that also means that the bar he's holding is no longer turning correctly in his hand and he ends up letting go anyway, jarring his wrist in the process. Fortunately there's this handy laser here to catch hold of...and end up getting singed by. SMASH. Fucking laser.
"In the CONTEXT that I knew he had a CRUSH on someone and I kept fucking PESTERING him until he told me who it was." And it was him. He takes a moment to cling to the wall and be crabby.
(100pts for Kurt, by the way) Arabelle blinks and nearly falls off of a platform that vanishes and reappears with a (Buzaaa) sort of sound effect when the record scratch of those words hits her brainmeats, "Say -what- now? Some has a crush on /you/?" o_O
"Well. More than a crush. Apparently." Hop hop swing hop LEAP TWIST nab swing hop.
"Hoooboy.." Arabelle says that with the air that she'd be facepalming, if her hands weren't busy ripping up another laser cannon, "..How'd you take it?" The loaded question, as she jumps off of the platform the laser was -on-.
"Really bad." Up and up. Fortunately down is always easier. "I'm a complete fuckup, it's pathetic.
"I dunno, from what I saw, you were really confused." Yeah, Kurt, she remembers you appearing in the Sanctuary, "How'd -Savannah- take it?" She bounces and boings off of another pole
"Well first she was ready to go all Kwisatz Haderach glowy eyes death on him, and then it was talking to him and kinda crying." Girls, you know.
Dude, -she's- a girl. ... Well, when you get down -to- it anyway... "Kwsat.." Blink. "Say whatnow?"
* Arabelle does not even pronounce that right at -all-
"Glowy-eyed people from Dune. The spiiice must flooow!" Hey maybe we can talk about Dune now instead of his endless cycle of fucking up at life and losing friends!
Unfortunately for Kurt, Arabelle doesn't really -know- Dune (Which, all considered, might be somewhat fortunate), "She doin' alright after all that?" She'll be asking about -you- inna minute, LilBlue. She also snatches a laser off of its platform and uses -it- to shoot -other lasers.- 100pts. 100pts. 100pts.
* Kurt is totally fine with Ara taking out these lasers. He reaches the top bar, and is just gonna take a breather if you don't mind. "Well I think she was mostly upset because I was so upset. I'm just...it's so fucked up!"
"HE is supposed to KNOW BETTER than to do something like that. And I am not supposed to FLIP OUT about stuff anymore."
100pts. 100pts. "Well, you've been under a -lotta- stress." Arabelle admits, and smashes the laser cannon in her hands when she's out of targets to destroy with it. She hups up onto a platform next to Kurt, letting her legs hang off of the edge, and wings lazily behind her, "As for Some... I dunno." She shakes her head.
"On the plus side, Crane is not going to kill me. He's actually being really nice."
Oh. -Right-. Some's with our dear good Dr. Scarecrow, "That's a good thing, then." A heavy sort of pause, "..He's not gonna -gas- you either, is he?" A half-beat, "Sorry, but, uh..." /Yeah/.
"Not so far. They did something to his head, you know." He points at his own. "Rassilon. Made it so that he writes in a notebook instead of gassing."
"I wish he would just cut these memories out of mine. I don't want them and they make me sick."
"Ah, okay." She says about Crane. There's no real comment -there-, "...Which ones, the ones of Some, and.." She gestures with both hands kinda vaguely, to mean 'et. al.', but she doesn't know the term to use it aloud
"No." He shakes his head. "Weapon X. I guess the Some stuff too. Keep this from being all awkward. -He's- going to be miserable either way."
* Arabelle probably knows a bit of Weapon X from what she's heard from Kurt. And she -has- heard a bit of her world's equivelent in Weapon Z from Zero. "Ngh, I dunno, man." She shakes her head, "Removin' memories is... kinda consequential, innit? 'Cause they make us who we -are-." Fucked up as some of those experiances /are/ (like, say, her fun experiances in Battle Royale)
* Kurt has heard these arguments and deems them naive. "Yes. And I am a fucked up spazz, and I would rather not be."
She may not be as naive as you think, Kurt. "You sure you wouldn't be a spazz either way, LilBlue?"
"Whatever. You know what I want? I want a lol that will let every person who gives me the stupid 'oooh your memories make you who you aaare' line a /taste/ of what my memories actually are. THEN you can all give me your 'valuable life experiences' bullshit."
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* Arabelle B| right back, "Oh don't -give- me that. I've had horrible shit happen to me too, Kurt." She's giving you that Big Sister Glare, /and/ she used his name. "And I swear to god, it's a lot harder to take you seriously when you say el-oh-el like that."
"Yeah. And what do you do with the memory of Battle Royal, huh? Do you think it makes you more /you/ for having that experience?"
Kurt will probably notice--given that Arabelle's /not/ that far away, the sudden flare of heat in her vacinity. Part of the catch of her aerokinetic and pyrokinetic powers is that they're partially emotionally driven, "Listen to -me-, Kurt. I still have that fucking memory. I remember how my /fucking head exploded/. I still have fucking dreams at night where Hecate shoots me in the fucking -face-. I remember the -pain-, going into -shock-." Guess what?
She's not playing around either.
And she's giving him one -hell- of a serious look, one that's very rarely seen on Ara's face, "And you want to -know- what I do with it? It makes me /fight goddamn harder/. I'm scared to fucking -death- of dying, and you will -not- take that smartassy little tone with me when it comes to that.
"Imagine that every day. Imagine being fucking eleven years old and having that every day at the hands of people who do not care about you, or the other mutants, who do- who do /horrible/ things to you until you fucking break and do them right back to the people they point you at."
"And now you're free and you pretend its okay but it is NOT and it never will be. It is not a memory, it is a DISEASE."
"Maybe you're strong enough to fight this, Ara. Hell, you are strong enough. I'm not. I know what this does to me, and I hate the person it's made me become."
"Yeah, I don't act like it bothers me, because I try -not- to let it bother me. It's the past, and what I can do with it as -move the fuck on-. Take what I can from it to make me fucking -stronger.-" The heat dies down as suddenly as it went up, and she slumps agains her arms, "No. It's -not- easy, no, it's not -going- to be easy. Erasing the memories is the easy way out, and even then, knowing how th' goddamn Nexus goes, it'll find away to give them -back-." A glance at Kurt, "Strong? Ha. I barely know what the fuck I'm -doing- half the goddamn time, if not more."
"No, you just bury it. It bothers you a lot. I see your face, whenever anyone mentions Battle Royale. And maybe erasing the memories is the easy way out, but it's also safer. I lost my whole world because of this sick person that they made me into. I rejected and betrayed and hurt my friends, and I lost everything. And now it's happening again, and I can't let it!"
"I don't have anywhere else to -go-!"
"..." She doesn't look at him.
* Kurt is quiet too, the methodical movement of the bars and platforms and one last lonely little laser the only sounds. "Crane wants to be my therapist."
* Arabelle doesn't comment on how much of a bad idea it probably is, but he might see the thought flash across her face for a moment. She still doesn't look at him directly, "Does -he- know you want to erase your memories?"
"Yes. And he doesn't want me to. Nor does Gabe. It's just...bad, terrible things have happened to all of us. ...I just...how much of this 'keep the memories' is because it is actually better, or because before people like Rassilon and Kaa, it was simply not an option to remove them?"
* Kurt is fine with this not-looking policy. They've got a nice big distracting view from up here.
"To be completely honest, I've got no fucking idea anymore." She responds, staring at one of her hands, flexing her fingers. Mostly for -something- to look at. "This is a crisis of conscience I have -no damn clue on-." She closes her eyes, arm slumping back down against her leg, gauntlet quietly clacking against the other arm.
* Kurt sighs and rests his chin on his knees. "Me neither. Most of the time I'm terrified I'm going to fuck up with Savvy the way I did with Alison, and now I am fucked up with Some the way I was with Piotr. And it's so damn -frustrating-! I was over the fact that he is all...wanting all these different people. I was fine with it. I trusted him. And now he does this."
* Arabelle hasn't opened her eyes, "..And for the record, that was a really /low/-ass blow." She says after a moment, and then continues "Savannah's not Alison," not that Ara really knows much of who that is, "Some's.. /Some/. Not Piotr." The name takes her a half-second to pronounce. "Memory erasin's also /drastic/." She says thoughtfully, "And if it's anything like deleting crap, once it's gone, it's -gone-, and if fucks up your head, you're screwed royal."
"I know. Sorry. It's just that level of should-never-happen-to-anyone that I want people to understand. I don't know. It seems like a damned if you do, damned if you don't sort of situation, but this is a devil I know. And he is a terrible one. It does not seem so bad, to take my chances with the devil I don't."
* Kurt sighs. "Maybe I will convince Jonathan and Gabe."
* Kurt seems to have put Gabe especially in unofficial charge of his life. Someone wants a parent.
* Arabelle sort of a wry smile, eyes opening finally, "Yeah, but if anythin' you know how to -deal- with th' devil you know." She -finally- looks at him too. "Look, man. It's /your/ mind and your choice, ultimately," lawl, ultimately, "But before you -do- th' drastic thing, see how the thing with Crane goes for a bit first?" ... One level in her mind can't believe she just -said that-.
I know, it's really mind-boggling. "I don't know how to deal with him. He makes me a monster." He shakes his head. "But more, I don't want to keep losing people. I don't want to do anything that would make Gabe tell her to stop seeing me."
* Arabelle gives him a bit of a look, "..You and I're talking about th' /same/ Savannah, right?" An eyebrow quirks, "I don't even think /Kaiser/ would keep her from seeing you, let alone Gabe."
* Kurt smiles, finally, at that, and turns his head so that his cheek is on his knees. "I still can't believe it. I don't know if I ever will." His tail had been hanging limply over the ledge, but it gives a happy little curl-swish.
"Yeah, you lucky little Blue thing." She gives him a shove, and blinks, looking at something-that's-not-there, "And holy damn when did it get to be -five.-"
"Probably at some point after I stopped being a dick at you."
"Either way." She rubs at her face, and runs her hand through what-little-hair-she-has. [/God/, I miss my bangs] "We should probably be gettin' to bed. This.." has been a trainwreck? A car wreck? The titanic sinking? ALL THREE AT ONCE? "..Has been a hell of a night."
"Ja. Only sort there are these days. He stands up and offers her a hand.
Considering they're still high up, "You up to that teleport LilBlue?" She asks, being sure as she takes his hand.
"All the way down?" BAMF! and they're there. And not too jarring this time either. "Ja. Down is always easier."
* YumeThingee is now known as YumeFhtagn
* Kurt really IS tired now, though. "You can shut down here? I've got about three minutes before my brain turns off."
* Arabelle blinks a bit when they do that, "Down is -always- easier, man." She grins, "After all." Oh god, she's about to be a dork, "Flyin's just falling with /style/, baby."
"Sure, I can handle things here. You go sleep an' snuggle that girlfriend'a'yours." 'Cause -dude-, he needs it.
* Kurt manages a little puff of a blush. "She has her own room. But I will kiss her goodmorning at breakfast." A -paragon- of virtue is he. "Sleep sweet!" And he PINs away.