The NOT so wonderful thing about teleporting - OTA

[hunt_the_devil]

John was getting frustrated! Everytime he thought he had gotten control of his powers again all of a sudden he'd sneeze or cough or let alone blink and he'd bloody teleport half way across the room

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[donthink_shoot]

Zero was walking around the corridor, making his usual patrol when he noticed...a kid? What the hell. Coming over for closer inspection he could have sworn he knew who this kid was. Though he'd never seen him before.

"Can I ask what you're doing?"

[hunt_the_devil]

"I'm tryin' to stop myself from teleportin' half way across camp everytime I breathe! It's a darn site harder than I remember to stop it from happenin' though."

John stared up at Agent Zero and offered a half smile. He opened his mouth to speak and promptly vanished and reappeared behind Zero.

"GOD DAMMIT!"

[donthink_shoot]

Zero couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his face. He turned around to face John. "Easy, John. Try and calm down. I'm sure hyperventilating isn't going to fix it."

[hunt_the_devil]

"That's easy for you to say! You ain't a kid!"

John huffed loudly, crossing his arms and scowling a little. It was rather tiring and tedious this lack of control over his abilties to say the least but at least it was good to see a friendly (recognisable non-child) face.

"Hows you then Zero? Bet you're jealous of us kids huh?"

[45825243_t78_a]

Logan was getting tired of staying in his room. Even if he was a goddamn kid, even if he didn't have any fucking pants that fit, he was leaving his room, and getting a bite to eat. He'd always needed plenty of food, and while he might be smaller now, he was - God help him - a growing boy. (Someone was going to pay for this. As soon as Logan found out what had happened, claws were gonna fly.)

Stepping out into the corridor, Logan saw a boy. If it was another victim of the age changing, there was really only one person it could be - but Logan still sniffed the air to be sure, because this was too goddamn ridiculous to be true. Then he sniffed again, louder, because now he was a kid, his sense of smell was off somehow. Like the rest of it wasn't bad enough.

"John?"

[hunt_the_devil]

"Ahh-"

Someone suddenly speaking to him startled John and he vanished on the spot, reappearing inches away from Logan.

"DON'T DO THAT!!"

John blinked at the young kid that was stood infront of him. They were roughly the same height, probably about the same age and if anything both struggling to find clothing that fitted. It took John a few moments to work out who this had to be, but seeing the kid was near to the door of Logan and Victor's room kinda helped to narrow down the choices. Plus generally Victor tended to call John 'cowboy' or something derogatory.

"Logan?!"

[45825243_t78_a]

"Jesus!" Logan jumped back as John suddenly appeared right in front of him. "You don't do that!"

He glared at John. If Logan's body had gotten smaller, his temper had not. "Yeah, it's me." His glare became more of a frown, and he sighed. "You too, huh?"

[hunt_the_devil]

"Yeah. Both of us huh?"

John smiled a little, it appeared that the child version of Logan could still scowl up a storm and a half.

"Still got your powers?" He clearly didn't need to point out that yes he did have his but not fully under control. Yet.

[un_move_able]

Fred was feeling overwhelmed by all of the young and old versions of people running around the camp like chimps freed from a zoo. The older versions were not so bad, but the kids were downright intolerable. He was glad that he had not been one of those kids though.

In the meantime, he figured he would go looking for Wraith. He had not seen his friend since before the age-warp and figured John had been one of the unlucky ones. Entering a room, he spotted a little black kid randomly teleporting and cursing to himself.

Fred promptly burst into laughter.

[hunt_the_devil]

John managed to glare at Fred before he teleported once again, this time he ended up near enough close to where he started which was better than last time. John had already ended up twice outside in the freezing cold and had to trudge back indoors

"It ain't funny! I can't goddamn help it!"

John kicked at the nearest objects, which was a wall and promptly yelped in pain when his toes connected with the wall. His boots were far too big so John had been forced to take them off. Realising he hadn't teleported at the pain John sighed a little in relief and promptly teleported again.

A muffled yell of frustration could be heard from his and Fred's room.

[un_move_able]

Fred had to admit he was being unfair. He had never liked when people laughed at him, and it was damn hypocritical to laugh at his best friend's misfortune.

But it was really funny. He stifled his chuckles and stood there, wondering if he should wait for Wraith to return or go looking for him in case he got hurt. He was really little, after all. Oh lord, he had a bad case of the giggles.

[hunt_the_devil]

John peeked his head around the door and beckoned Fred over.

"I'm not comin' back out there. If I move I end up teleportin' all over the place an' I'm gettin' tired!"

It was a sad fact that John was contemplating taking a nap like a typical child. This teleporting business was bloody tiring and not to mention John had been rather childish earlier on and gone running around the base because he could!

John didn't mind the laughter, in all honesty there wasn't much else you could do in a situation like this.

[hellion_king]

"You are having difficulty as well?"

The young boy of five came around the corner, finally having been able to find clothing that fit his tiny body however he was not amused by it. Rather than the standard military issued clothing he had on a sweatshirt, with a hood (He hadn't ever worn a hood. NOT even when it was snowing!) and jeans which he was not used to. Scion felt so.... so normal and he was not a fan of it. Scion was not meant to be normal, he was meant to be a killing machine. However his eyes settled on his fellow team mate John, who was seemingly trying to control his teleportation. Scion was sporting a bloody nose, the boy holding a napkin up to his nose to stop the spread of blood.

"This has been happening to me almost every hour. It is quite... distracting."

[hunt_the_devil]

"Yeah you could say that."

John turned to look at Scion and offered a smile. He noted the bloodied tissue immediately and reached into his pocket to fetch out a handkerchief. John held it out for Scion, it was clean, freshly shoved into his pocket yesterday. Old habits died hard, one that his Grandmother had instilled in him from an early age.

"It's clean, honest. You need to pinch the bridge of your nose an' keep your head slightly tilted forward and sittin' down for another thing. It ain't healthy for you to be wanderin' around if you keep havin' them."

His immediate concern in Scion's welfare wasn't just simply due to the fact that he looked like a five year old, it was just typically in John's nature to take care and control.

"Want to take a break in my room for a few minutes till it stops bleedin'?"

[hellion_king]

The boy tilted his head, curious to why John was offering his handkerchief over to Scion. He was... being nice. X wasn't used to that, in fact a lot of people here at weapon X were surprisingly nice considering the reason of their location. He found it... odd at best. Be he slowly took the piece of cloth muttering "I believe you." Before he followed Johns advice and tipped his head back, pinching the bridge of his nose to stop the blood as he nursed the cloth to his nostrils.

"....Alright." He replied, his blue eyes flickering to John as he gave a nod with his little five year old head. "I am X-13 Keller, Scion."

[hunt_the_devil]

"No. Tilt it forward Scion" John gestured, bringing his own chin down against his chest to demonstrate as he watched Scion to see if he understood.

"You go tippin' your head back an' you'll end up swallowin' blood an' makin' yourself sick. That's somethin' I learnt the hardway and it ain't fun at all. " Waiting until Scion had mimicked his gesture John took a step towards his room. "Pleased to meet you anyway, I'm John Wraith but please call me John."

John was always like this, something that perhaps Scion would learn over time. It was why for a time Stryker had insisted that John be one of the first people to greet new team mates. But ever since the influx of new people it had been a little too much to act host all the time. Not to mention throwing people in the deep end was a speciality of Stryker's. Stepping into his room John waited for Scion to follow him in.