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Post by Jagd Asimov Metschulin on Mar 15, 2009 22:28:10 GMT -5
Jagd stared balefully at the customs agent and the door-shaped metal detector besides him. He had been here for over a half-hour; the line behind him had passed irritation and gone straight to pre-riot. He couldn't imagine how many crying babies he had caused in that time, but it seemed like every single one in the world was behind him in that line.
"I am not going to pass this." he explained very clearly to the Caucasian man. "I'm not trying to get on the plane. I'm trying to get out of this airport. Will you let me get out of this airport?"
"Nope." the agent replied, one Agent Johnson (how inventive) calibrating the metal detector for god-knows-what reason. "We're going to keep going through this until either you don't set it off or I find a reason to arrest you."
Johnson glanced over at the table beside him, irritated. "More reasons, anyway." he muttered. Eight various bladed implements, a steel Zippo, a golf club, and a sauce pan laid in disarray on the table.
Jagd moaned and ran a hand over his face, then stuck his arm out into the detector. It went off instantly.
He stuck his head in next. It went off.
He stuck his pinky in. The detector fired once again.
"It's going to do that no matter what." Jagd stated flatly. He wasn't going to explain that he had practiced storing tools within his musculature and he certainly wasn't going to remove them all at once. He'd bleed out and it'd take forever, not to mention being extroardinarily painful.
Johnson frowned. "Did you get irradiated anytime in the last five hours?" he murmured, peering at the device again.
Jagd placed his forehead in the palm of his hand, and massaged it gently.
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Post by jinx on Mar 17, 2009 18:00:36 GMT -5
Jinx had just come back from visiting her Aunt in South Carolina, she had to get away from all of this mutant stuff for a while. And had been away for about three months now. She was sort of glad to be back in New York again, though it brought back both bad and good memories. She hadn't heard from Jay in months and she was still trying to move on from that, she thought she had loved him but she assumed that he just didn't feel the same way about her. She would move on, in time, but for now it still hurt all the same. Lugging her rolling suitcase behind her, Jinx pushed her light brown hair away from her face. Hearing the detector go off not far from where she was she peered over, curious about what was going on. Watching curiously, she saw the guy who was setting off, put just his pinky into the detector and it sounded loudly. "Mutant." She thought to herself at once, it was rather obvious. It was also obvious that this officer didn't get that yet, or he just seemed to enjoy driving the poor man's patience. She wondered to herself if there was someway she could help without getting him or herself into trouble.
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Post by Jagd Asimov Metschulin on Mar 17, 2009 18:22:47 GMT -5
Eventually the confrontation at the metal detector devolved into Jagd setting off the device as fast as he could, playing a sort of demented Hokey Pokey with it, while Agent Johnson radioed in backup.
A trio of black-suited security agents descended in a cloud on Jagd, and he smiled falsely at the three of them. "Can I help you gentlemen?" he asked, voice forcibly light.
"Turn around, lean over the table, and do not resist." the leader commanded. Whatever his expression was, the shades resting on the bridge of his nose obscured it. Jagd stared at him for a moment.
"You have no idea what that sounded like, do you?" he asked rhetorically. When the agent failed to blush or even react, he snorted and turned around, presenting himself in the frisk position.
A thorough search revealed nearly two dozen other steel objects on his person, which went onto the table besides the rest of the gear. With the noise of impatience steadily growing louder in the line behind them, Jagd walked through the detector again. It screamed out its alarm once more.
"Look." he said bluntly. "How about we let the other people get moving and you can interrogate me someplace where I'm not blocking traffic. M'kay?"
Johnson laughed. It was an insulting sound. "You're not moving." he explained. "Did you really think you were going anywhere with this many unlicensed weapons?"
Jagd shot him a glare and produced a single, laminated card from the depths of his wallet. He handed it over, and the shades-wearing agent inspected it carefully.
"Nevermind." the agent declared. "He's registered."
Jagd shook his head, ignored the aggravated sounds of Agent Johnson, and collected his Antiques Dealer license, all thirty-plus implements that the search had pulled out, and straightened his coat again.
"I am so tired of this airport." he mumbled. He didn't even bother to leave; he just made his way over to a rest area, purchased a bottle of mineral water, and sat down on a bench heavily.
The chatter from the newly released crowd made him aware that they didn't exactly appreciate him or his delays.
"If he had bothered to listen earlier that wouldn't have taken nearly as long." Jagd muttered sourly.
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Post by jinx on Mar 17, 2009 18:35:23 GMT -5
Jinx frowned slightly when she noticed the man who was interrogating the poor man called for back up. Airports were so high strung these days, especially ones in New York. Not that she could really blame them after 9/11. Waiting on the line so she could walk past the metal detector, she put the suitcase into an upright position so she could rest her arm for now. She could hear people cursing and become riled up, just wanting to get where they needed. Finally, after a few more minutes and an unnecessary frisk, he was able to walk through easily. She noticed the mutant had taking off to the rest area and hesitantly went over to him. "You alright?" She asked cautiously. "I um, saw what happened back there." Jinx added hesitantly.
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Post by Jagd Asimov Metschulin on Mar 17, 2009 18:56:34 GMT -5
Apparently excellent at getting lost in thought, Jagd's head shot up when he realized someone was actually talking to him. He blinked owlishly at the speaker; it was a girl a little younger than him.
"It's a commonplace thing." he said, managing a weird little half-bow that inclined his upper body towards her. "I've been something of a target for security ever since the big terrorist scare."
He shot his hands a derisive look, raising one into the air to emphasize his point. "It's not as if I don't fit the part." he said, amused. "I've been told I look like someone who picked a fight with a wood chipper."
Abruptly, he frowned, head cocking slightly in thought. "Would I even win that fight?" he mused quietly.
Then he realized there was someone still standing in front of him, and he flushed lightly in embarrassment.
"I hope I didn't hold you up for too long." Jagd apologized. "You and . . . well, everybody else."
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Post by jinx on Mar 17, 2009 19:02:59 GMT -5
Jinx noticed the stranger seemed to have a thoughtful look on his face, like he was too lost in his thoughts to have noticed that she had come up to him. That was until she spoke up and then he shot his head up in what she assumed to be surprise. She just hoped she hadn't scared him too badly. Biting her lower lip, she fought back a smile when he said that he had been a target with security ever since 9/11, not sure if she should be laughing at that or not. She always ended up laughing in situations that were not funny, but that's how she dealt with awkward or sad situations.
Maybe that was a problem, she hadn't thought about it too much. At his second joke, she again fought back laughter and also fought back the question of where he had gotten his scars from, it was none of her business really. Especially since she had just met the guy. Plus, who was she to judge? "Oh, um, I wouldn't know." She said, not sure if he was even actually asking her if he would win that fight or not. "It's fine." She told him dismissively. "I think I figured out how that happened though-" She began to say, not sure how to go on about knowing he was a mutant. Though he didn't seem to be keeping it a secret.
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Post by Jagd Asimov Metschulin on Mar 17, 2009 19:21:01 GMT -5
Jagd nodded, anticipating her statement with a dry smile.
"I'd set it off no matter what." he answered, and picked a refrigerator magnet off a nearby souvenir stand. He then held it over his opposite arm, and dropped it without ceremony.
Halfway to the ground it jerked sideways in the air and attached itself to his forearm.
"Great party trick." he stated, pulling at the decoration. When the magnetic penguin failed to come off his arm he scowled at it angrily and almost drew one of his knives back out, and stopped almost before he had begun. "Not a good idea at an airport." Jagd muttered, settling it back again.
Running a hand through his perpetually messy hair, he leaned back against the bench and peered up at her.
"Want one?" he said, offering a second magnetized penguin to the girl. "You can impress your friends. Or . . . something. How would I know what to do with an adhesive flightless bird?"
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Post by jinx on Mar 17, 2009 19:30:09 GMT -5
((Is it sad it took me just now to realize that our PBs had been in a movie together? I'm pretty sure it is.))
"Yeah, I heard." Jinx said softly, it was obvious he had gotten what she had meant without having to go on and on knowing he was a mutant. She could go back to the mansion now, or she could wait a while...She honestly wasn't in the mood to leave just yet. Following his hand with her eyes, she watched him pick off a silly little penguin magnet. When it started to fall she then noticed halfway through the air it stopped and suddenly shot back and attached to his arm. "Wow, that's pretty cool." Jinx complimented.
Watching him struggle with the magnet as he tried to take it off she bit back a laugh of amusement. Just before he offered her magnet she was about to ask him if he needed help. "Oh, um no that's okay." Jinx said with a small laugh. Moving to take a seat next to him she put her luggage down and crossed one leg over the other. "You're not the only one who can do tricks." She said before looking around and taking the silly little magnet into her hand and off of his arm. Peering over her shoulder once more she then looked back at the magnet and concentrated, seconds later it began to shake before it suddenly shattered into pieces. Jinx then looked up at him, wondering what his reaction would be. Yes, it was slightly dangerous for her to be doing this where anyone could be watching, but she did anyway.
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Post by Jagd Asimov Metschulin on Mar 17, 2009 19:45:04 GMT -5
((A movie? What's that? Isn't that like a photograph that mouths off to you while you look at it? *bewilderment*))
Jagd blinked at the dismembered little penguin in her hands.
"You've never had to pop the top on a single can of Pepsi in your life, have you." he said enviously. "What you have - whatever it is - must be the single most convenient can opener in existence."
He took a swig of his water bottle, brows furrowed in thought.
"Or does it function only on contiguous masses?" he asked, focusing again on the magnet. "Say, the entire can instead of just the top?"
Jagd shrugged, a sudden grin streaking across his face like summer lightning. "In any case, awesome. But I don't quite think you understood what I did."
He reached back to the base of his forearm, where scar tissue formed a solid line down the entire length. He rapped a finger twice there, and a metallic echo sounded.
"I don't stick things in just my coat." he explained wryly. "But don't be worried, I'm still an oddball."
That mischievious grin touched lightly again before he asked, "Here for the Institute?", friendly curiousity infecting his tone.
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Post by jinx on Mar 17, 2009 20:41:35 GMT -5
((Yep!  Sorry about the late reply.  )) Jinx smiled gently at his comment, if only it had been that easy. "It's not that easy, I'm still learning to control it completely." She explained. Though maybe at some point in her life she would be able to control it completely. She shook her head at his question, "It's centered around my emotions, and it usually shatters the whole thing. I can't control it completely yet." She explained, hoping to make it clear now. Watching him as he tapped his finger against a scar her eyes went wide. "So...You're made out of metal?" She questioned curiously. When he asked if she was here for Xavier's she nodded. "Just got back from staying with my Aunt in South Carolina for a while." She explained, "You going there?" She asked curiously. |
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Post by Jagd Asimov Metschulin on Mar 17, 2009 21:06:26 GMT -5
((Don't worry. I think we already post more often than anyone else here.  )) Jagd shook his head, amused. " Not quite." he replied, but didn't elaborate. " Your gift still seems useful though." he murmured, staring upward with glazed eyes, apparently thinking. " Have you ever tried using it on a part of the ground? Or a wall or ceiling? You could find work as a one-girl wrecking crew." He shook his head abruptly. " Sorry, I tend to get lost in thought." he apologized reflexively. " Absent-minded. No, I've never been to the Institute; my territory's downtown Brooklyn. Lived there since I was . . . oh, eight or so." |
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Post by jinx on Mar 17, 2009 21:12:40 GMT -5
((Haha!))
"Oh, well that's still pretty cool though." Jinx said with a nod. When he said that her gift seemed useful she laughed a little, "I guess it can come in handy." She said with a shrug. Watching him as he seemed to be in thought again she shook her head at his question, "Not really, I've shattered windows on accident though." She cringed at the memory when she had first arrived at the institute and had shattered the Professor's windows. Jinx didn't laugh at his joke about her being a one-girl wrecking crew. Knowing that would probably end in disaster. "It's alright." Jinx said when he apologized to her. "You should come there, no one to judge or anything." She told him, hoping he would come. "Plus I need someone to talk to." She added as a thought.
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Post by Jagd Asimov Metschulin on Mar 17, 2009 21:28:19 GMT -5
His smile cracked wide again; Jagd didn't seem to restrain his emotions in any way.
"Me, back to school?" he mused, staring at a distant clump of passengers as they began to board their plane. "It's been a while. A -long- while."
And then he shrugged, that smile not dimming in the least. "I guess so. It's not like I have a schedule." he added amiably.
He didn't add that Agent Johnson over in the corner was on the telephone and was speaking rapidly and angrily. It was likely, if he stayed any longer, that he'd get detained again.
"Aye, they'll judge me." Jagd said, "But there's good judgements and bad judgements. It just depends on how good a judge you are."
He finished off his water bottle and tossed it backwards, wincing when it missed the trashcan entirely and clattered onto the floor. "When are you going there? Now?" he questioned, striding over and properly canning the container.
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Post by jinx on Mar 18, 2009 15:57:48 GMT -5
((Again, sorry for the late reply. )) Jinx looked at him before shrugging her shoulders at his question, "It's not exactly a normal school." She pointed out. When he shrugged, she noticed his smile didn't falter. She was surprised when he suddenly agreed to go, or well, at least see it. Moving her hair away from her face she frowned slightly. "They won't, trust me." She told him, no signs of her lying to him written on her features. Watching him finish off his water bottle she looked a bit curious as he threw it over his shoulder, wondering if he'd make it. When he didn't she bit back her laughter, but not before a giggle escaped her lips. "Oh, um....I don't know." She said hesitantly when he asked if she was going there now. She was a little afraid to be honest. |
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Post by Jagd Asimov Metschulin on Mar 18, 2009 16:15:53 GMT -5
((You are permitted to have a real life. Please apply to the Department of Relative Sanity for a Monotony License within the month, and remember that the dues on said license are Happiness and Joy, paid biannually.))
The first bit of whatever she said escaped Jagd completely as he dunked the bottle into the trashcan with gratuitous force. He grinned anyways, having got the gist of her sentence; something about Xavier's school and it not being the average dumpy New York educationally facilitating whatchamacallit.
"I suppose I'll find out." he called back, dodging a pair of strollers and the mothers pushing them, who flinched just from the proximity to someone so superficially threatening. Jagd didn't even notice them swerve in a wide circle around his tracks. "Don't worry; like I said, no schedule."
He dropped back down on the bench and fiddled around with another one of the limitless horde of pockets lining his coat, before pulling out a small tablet of paper and a pen, which he scribbled with briefly until the ink started running.
"Mad Lib?" he questioned, flipping the tablet up to reveal the classic word game. He didn't bother to wait for an answer before flipping it open and steadying the pen against the page, his tongue touching the corner of his mouth lightly.
"A |noun| is a classic example of how to |verb| an |adjective| |noun|." he read, then frowned. "How bland."
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Sorry about the late reply. 
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