In the Mess;

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Evan sat at one of the tables, nursing a now cold mug of coffee and playing with a folded and shredded napkin. He'd already put on his thermals, a half dozen pair of socks -which meant his boots didn't lace up, two pairs of pants and his five t-shirts under his military issue jacket. Pyro had even given him a pair of fingerless gloves. The guy

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[hellion_king]

Get to know your team mates, he had been ordered. Scion would have to work with them eventually, so it was better to know them now and trust them than to go in to their situations blinded, or so he was told.

The thing was Scion already knew all of his teammates, from their files. It was his job to know, however personally? Not at all. He had met a few here and there, but X-13 didn't go out on a limb to say hi how are you or all that jazz. He kept to himself, kept quiet and kept out of the way until he was ordered to.

And he had been ordered to.

Ordered to talk with his fellow team mates. Great. Just great.

The telekinetic walked in to the lunch room with his tray of god knows what food, a cup of water sitting on the edge of the plate. He was dressed in a dark green turtle neck with the sleeves rolled up his forearms, his tattoo partially visible beneath the material, a black military vest over the long sleeves shirt, dark green army print cargo's and black boots laced up to above his ankle. He had on black fingerless gloves and under his eye his bruise was still bright from his last mission. Considering the temperature he was dressed rather lightly, however he was used to living on so little that said temperature wasn't much of a problem. Blue eyes searched the kitchen, falling on Evan who sat by himself in several layers looking very much like a closet exploded on him.

Taking a deep sigh, Scion made his way over to the table, standing perfectly straight as he stopped short in front of the table.

"May I take a seat here?"

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Evan looked up, a little startled at first but nodded slightly, pushing his floppy, blond hair back over his head.

"Yeah, course. Free mess hall and all that." This one had to be new, newer than him at least. Or just back from a mission. What did Emma say? Select few were given these confidential missions and were away for periods of time. Maybe that was what this one was like.

"Um, I'm Evan," and he offered his hand. This meeting people thing was sometimes a little weird. Especially with the powers. He was always half expecting someone with scales to walk in.

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When he was given permission to sit, Scion nodded and placed his tray table down on the table, sitting just behind it. On the plate there was rice, vegetables, meats, a number of pills in a cup, a protein shake and a glass of water. He set his fork on one side of the plate, his knife on the other and began to unfold his napkin properly at the side of his dish.

Evan than offered his hand, and X-13's eyes looked up from his place on the table. Of course he was Evan, Evan Hoiser. Age, twenty five. British american. Blond hair. Brown eyes. Mutation: Endorphins Manipulation. Scion knew all of this, because he was ordered to. He knew his team mates files backwards and forwards.

...Oh, this was introductions. Trying to be normal as the higher ups would say. Infiltration, thats all Scion had to think of this as. Just another mission.

The weapons pause was longer than it should of when Evan offered his hand, the teen just staring at it. Finally he slowly lifted his hand and took a hold of Evan's, giving it a slow shake as if he was doing this for the first time in his life. "X-13."

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To Evan, the guy seemed almost robotic, like Deathstrike only worse, and honestly, he hadn't thought that was at all possible. The meticulous way he set everything out, the way he seemed to almost contemplate the offered hand, his name -really, even Deathstrike was better than X-13. That was just a letter and two numbers.

"That's your name?" He didn't rightly intend to be rude -not at all. But he couldn't help it. This mutant community was incredibly new to Evan; before hand he'd always just been another face in a big city. Now he was one more mutant in a group of mutants.

Which was fine. Mostly.

"Isn't that just like, a codename or whatever?" Because that would make sense, as obviously, Pyro wasn't actually called Pyro. "Don't you have a proper name?"

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Robotic. Meticulous. It was the way that X-13 was born and bred. He was raised in the labs since he was first created from the test tubes, he had never been given a name. Why should he? After all, he wasn't a person. He was a thing. Would you name a hat? Or a gun? It just didn't make sense. X took one of his many pills, placing it in his mouth and took a sip of the class of water, blue eyes set on Evan as he further inquired about the weapon.

"It is my file case number. I was never assigned a 'name', there was no purpose for one." He replied, his voice very much dead pan as he swallowed down the pill and set down the glass on the corner of his tray. He picked up his fork and knife, holding it neatly in his hands as he began to cut the mean in perfect little slices. He raised his brows to Evan's inquiry, his face showing no sign of curiosity or annoyance of the questions, he answered just as he would a higher up general in a mission briefing.

"The code name given to me for missions is 'Scion', my identification code is X-13." To further prove his point he set down the utensil exactly where he hand taken them from and pulled up the sleeve of his arm, showing the black tattoo that had been etched in to the skin of the inside of his right forearm reading 'X-13'.

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Okay, weird just got weirder. It was one thing to have codenames, especially since a good few of the mutants around here were terrorists, killers or worse in Creed and Deathstrike's cases. But case number? No need for an actual name? That was just, weird.

"Do you mind Scion? I mean, it's just a little more natural than X-13." Evan asked, as he stared at the black, bold lettering on the other man's arm.

Emma had said this place was a little fucked up.

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"If it pleases you." Scion slipped the shirt back over his arm, returning to his food. He had absolutely no opinion when it came to code names, or real names, or his own 'name' which just consisted of his case number information. Captain America, Weapon I. Wolverine, weapon X. One who was once known as 'Julian Keller'? Weapon X-13 (or XIII to go along with the former pattern). He wasn't given a name upon his 'birth' at the weapons facility, so the idea that not having a name might be odd never occurred to the poor bastard. It was just.. normal for him.

Scion placed a piece of meat in his mouth, chewing as his eyes looked lifelessly at the table top. He swallowed, his eyes resting upon Evan.

Right. Make conversation. Know your team mate.

"...What is your code name?" He took another piece and calmly ate it with up most precision.

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"I don't have one. Just Evan." Which apparently wasn't incredibly uncommon. He wasn't like some of the others. He didn't have a identity to conceal, not like Rogue or Pyro, he didn't have some Government codename for assignments, not like Scion, X-13, or Laura, X-23, and really there seemed to be a pattern there.

"Maybe they'll get around to giving me one if they ever use me." So far, all he'd been good for doing was keeping Ophelia's moods good enough that she didn't incapacitate the entire camp with an empathic burst.

"So, where're you from, Scion?"

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"Evan." He repeated, sticking another piece of chicken in his mouth and slowly chewed. Evan was his name, and it was his code name. He was born with his name, he was probably named by a mother. By a father. Evan had a last name, he had a life, and Scion? He didn't. He created for violence and danger, that was the point of his existence. X-13 wasn't bitter, he just acknowledged his purpose.

"They might." He replied, putting down his fork and took another pill, placing it in his mouth and drank down a gulp of water. Cleaning the corner of his mouth with a napkin he set the glass down. "It would prove useful to keeping a secret identity."

Where...was...he...from...?

"I do not understand." He replied, looking at Evan with a bit of a frown. "I was grown in a lab, I was raised in Weapon X Facilities. Last known location in California. "

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Evan was pretty sure his mouth was hanging open. Grown in a lab? Weapon X? What the fuck?

He'd heard a good few insane things in his time here at Team-X, not least of all in Ophelia who just didn't make sense most of the time. But Laura had adimantium covered claws, Deathstrike had no emotion at all from what he could tell, Martini was insane, Dazzler came back from the dead and Emma was trying monogamy.

But being 'grown' in a lab, and having no name? Sort of took the biscuit.

"You mean you're like what, a test tube mutant?" It was one thing to genetically engineer your own children and then carry them in the womb -at least that's what he'd figured out from what his father rambled on about with the news, but to grow a mutant like it was some kind of plant or tree or something?

That just couldn't be ethical.

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Oh my, Evan looked dumbfounded.

"I believe so." He replied, answering the others question as he bit down in to another piece of chicken. "I never inquired about my existence, it was always very clear what my function was for in the weapon X facility, so I deduced they made me accordingly."

Truth be told, Scion didn't know where he was from. He had no idea that he wasn't a grown at home weapon, that he was in fact a boy, who had a family and a name at one point. But when you had a job like Scions, you stopped asking questions. When he was eight he had asked about family the day he got back from a mission assassinating the prime misinister and his next of kin, and he was beaten so badly that X-13 had taken the hint: Don't ask. Anything you need to know will be told to you.

Plus, real boys had families. A mom and dad that loved them (so he read) and he didn't, therefore he had to be fake. He was built to kill.

Weapon X didn't work with ethics.