Camelot had been fun, but really, there was only so much courtly junk a girl could handle before she needed some space from all the chivalry. If one more person bowed to her...
She sees him from a distance and wanders over slowly. He really looked a lot like Longshot. And then, in some ways, nothing at all like him.
He doesn't show his startlement. Instead he points up at the sky. "I am not sunbathing. I am watching the clouds. There is no point sunbathing for me. I cannot tan, and I end up with freckles."
He drops his arm over his chest and hums softly. "The approaching storm front reminds me Tellura Eight. The ocean there is viscous and rolls upon itself in its motions."
"I had never seen an ocean until Ric took me to Mexico. We went to a beach one night, I believed the water was made of mercury until Ric explained it was the reflection of the moonlight making it appear thus."
He looks sideways at her. "Longshot is recoverd from his violent transformation back to humanoid?"
"I remember the first time Longshot saw the ocean. Moments later, I was fishing him out of it." She grins at the memory. "Believe he commented on its motion, too, if I remember correctly."
"He's good. Very good, in fact." She smiles to herself and shakes her head. Looks over at him and raises an eyebrow. "Violent transformation? He didn't tell me about that. What happened?"
He closes his eyes, sees light flashes and patterns that aren't patterns for a moment.
"I offered to transform him back from being a giant chicken. He was very upset afterwards, but I could not understand why. The Wildways reversed the magical process used to alter him originally."
"Good. He should have been. I would be disturbed to hear he was still unhappy with the results."
He slid his fingers through his hair, combing it out behind him. "Spiral is not unique. My own ability is stunted and flawed, but it exists. I had not tried such an ambitious manipulation previously."
That? That's Star obfuscating and not doing too badly.
"Well, for what it's worth, I appreciate the effort. It was taking some serious leaps of logic and faith to try and accept the idea of being married to a giant chicken."
She laughs at his tone and then again, harder, at the cloud. Nods as she flops down to lay on the grass and look up at the clouds.
"I couldn't agree more." The cloud or the sentiment, either one.
She stretches her arms above her head and gets comfy. "He found Camelot, you know. Won a tournament and got to meet King Arthur. My amazement over him never ends."
He found Shark Brothel Spammers. He found some kind of Italian frut mafia called the Kumquat Brothers. Why not Camelot?
"Longshot inevitably finds what he seeks." If he finds it odd to be discussing his paternal genetic donor and his world's messiah with said man's wife, he gives no indication.
"I like him. I dislike some things about him however." He keeps watching the clouds. "He confuses and frustrates me. Earth was the first place that I escaped from Longshot. I am uncertain how to handle him actually being in my life."
"No. I am genetically related to him. You and the X-Men are his family. I am simply the product of genetic combination in a lab."
He knows better than anyone the difference between family and genetic relations.
"He is unlike anyone I had ever grown up with. I do not know how you come from the pens with so much joy intact." He keeps his eyes closed. "On Earth, you have a figure named Christ, yes?"
She sees him from a distance and wanders over slowly. He really looked a lot like Longshot. And then, in some ways, nothing at all like him.
"Bit late in the year for sunbathing, isn't it?"
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He drops his arm over his chest and hums softly. "The approaching storm front reminds me Tellura Eight. The ocean there is viscous and rolls upon itself in its motions."
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"Never been there. I've seen the waves in the Earth oceans. Good surfing."
She takes a seat on the grass near him and leans back on her hands to watch the clouds. "I don't think I've done this since I was a kid."
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He looks sideways at her. "Longshot is recoverd from his violent transformation back to humanoid?"
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"He's good. Very good, in fact." She smiles to herself and shakes her head. Looks over at him and raises an eyebrow. "Violent transformation? He didn't tell me about that. What happened?"
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He closes his eyes, sees light flashes and patterns that aren't patterns for a moment.
"I offered to transform him back from being a giant chicken. He was very upset afterwards, but I could not understand why. The Wildways reversed the magical process used to alter him originally."
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"You can access the Wildways? I thought that was Spiral's gimmick?"
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He slid his fingers through his hair, combing it out behind him. "Spiral is not unique. My own ability is stunted and flawed, but it exists. I had not tried such an ambitious manipulation previously."
That? That's Star obfuscating and not doing too badly.
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"Well, for what it's worth, I appreciate the effort. It was taking some serious leaps of logic and faith to try and accept the idea of being married to a giant chicken."
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He shifts again, untangles the fingers of one hand from his hair and points. "That cloud somewhat resembles a chicken."
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"I couldn't agree more." The cloud or the sentiment, either one.
She stretches her arms above her head and gets comfy. "He found Camelot, you know. Won a tournament and got to meet King Arthur. My amazement over him never ends."
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He found Shark Brothel Spammers. He found some kind of Italian frut mafia called the Kumquat Brothers. Why not Camelot?
"Longshot inevitably finds what he seeks." If he finds it odd to be discussing his paternal genetic donor and his world's messiah with said man's wife, he gives no indication.
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"Do you like him?"
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Close eyes. "Why?"
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"I wondered what you thought of him. He's a lot to handle sometimes. I'm curious what you mean by escaping him, though?"
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He knows better than anyone the difference between family and genetic relations.
"He is unlike anyone I had ever grown up with. I do not know how you come from the pens with so much joy intact." He keeps his eyes closed. "On Earth, you have a figure named Christ, yes?"
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