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Post by Weaver on Aug 28, 2011 9:17:58 GMT -5
“Interesting, I wish that I had a sibling or two to see if they were mutants too. I think there are a few others at the school where most of their siblings have the mutant gene,” Iris said kicking at a rock in the path. “I would mind studying it, I think it would be neat to try and find the different genes. But if the genes were mapped out it could cause more harm than good in the wrong hands. I wouldn’t want to be responsible for wiping out the mutant race nor the human race either. Some things are best kept a secret for now.”
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Post by Havok on Aug 28, 2011 9:25:56 GMT -5
"Well, the question is deeply moral, then," Alex said, thrusting his hands in his pockets casually. "Do you agree to be a mystery for yourself because it will be safer for your own species, or do you ignore the danger and not rest until you find the answer to what makes you you?"
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Post by Weaver on Aug 28, 2011 9:33:46 GMT -5
Iris pursed her lips then smiled, shaking her head at Alex’s question. “Well I know who I am and what I can do. If I was to work on the mutant gene I would do it more for the discovery. Like I said, what parts of the brain control what? What if it’s not even the brain itself? Who knows, that’s the whole mystery. I’d rather not be hasty though, I want to be a doctor, but I don’t know what kind, so who knows, maybe in the future when things have calmed down between humans and mutants. You might read and article about me mapping out the mutant genome.”
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Post by Havok on Aug 28, 2011 9:38:13 GMT -5
"I'd love that," Alex grinned amiably. "But then something has to be done about bringing that calm state a bit closer, right? Though the Institute does have a lab if you're keen on carrying out your own research, using it wouldn't be an issue, I'm sure."
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Post by Weaver on Aug 28, 2011 9:43:49 GMT -5
Iris was glad that she was walking in front of Alex as her cheeks flushed bright red and she waved him off with her hand. She shrugged, “A lab? I don’t know the ones that I saw weren’t that impressive. I would be keen to have blood records on the students here to study. Then taking down their backgrounds, maybe seeing that maybe they had a distant ancestor that did great things which might tie to a mutation. I know that there’s a trip to Africa with the college this summer to study the amount of mutants in some of the tribes, seeing if it runs in their families, or if they just treat them as special skills. It’s a lot of money to go, I’m not sure if I want to go yet.”
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Post by Havok on Aug 28, 2011 9:55:46 GMT -5
"Who are the organizers?" Alex asked, interested. He noticed how he'd come to have a habit of always having doubts about such undertakings because every mutant study, in his experience, was always either for the benefit of science or in the interests of greed and warfare. Even an innocently sounding research expedition could be rooted in something shady, depending on who was involved.
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Post by Weaver on Aug 28, 2011 10:04:50 GMT -5
“A couple of the Biology Professors at NYU, I think there’s a chemistry professor going, a few others. I haven’t looked too much into it, truth be told,” Iris said turning her head to study Alex a moment. She hadn’t taken him for someone who liked science. She had assumed he was more of an outdoors person, like he should be on a surfboard all day instead of a lab. “I think they might need some translators, it would give me an excuse to learn some new languages. I’m very unsure about things like this. That and I’m waiting to receive my citizenship papers and passport, which could take forever.”
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Post by Havok on Aug 28, 2011 10:09:22 GMT -5
"Oh?" Alex asked. This showed a new facet of his new acquaintance. "So what's your story, where are you from?"
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Post by Weaver on Aug 28, 2011 10:16:11 GMT -5
Iris threw back her head and let out a sweet laugh, she should have known he was into science by the amount of questions he sprung on her. She turned to look at him as she sat down on a rock. “Do you really want to know that? You act as if it’s some exciting story, granted, I think so too, but that’s because I found out about it not so long ago!” she said and laughed again.
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Post by Havok on Aug 28, 2011 10:19:50 GMT -5
"So you're just advertising it some more but will not let me hear it?" Alex asked with a smile; he wasn't sure what she was laughing about but it certainly wouldn't confuse him. "I won't insist but I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to know."
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Post by Weaver on Aug 28, 2011 10:27:31 GMT -5
“You just surprised me a little, I assumed too much about you without actually knowing you,” Iris said and shook her head a little, her lips still holding a smile. “I have dual citizenship with the USA and Canada. My father was a scientist in Canada and my mother was a pilot in Alaska. She did a supply drop at a little abandoned mine called Discovery Mine where my father was working on the conservation efforts to clean up the area. They met, fell in love, married, then had me,” Iris let out a small sigh, letting her eyes go out of focus as she stared out over the water of the lake.
“My American grandmother came up for a visit and there was a bad storm, both of my parents died in a plane wreck. My grandmother took me back to the USA before any of my Canadian relatives could come and fight for me. For the rest of my life we lived in an old mansion where she raised me and taught me everything I know. When my grandmother died, I tried to go to school, but I was thrown into a situation with many people, with many thoughts, and no protection to block them with my telepathy. I was alone so much growing up I didn’t even know I was a mutant, I thought I was insane. I lived on the street for a while until I heard about mutants. Then I cleaned myself up and managed to find Xavier’s”
Iris blinked her blue eyes slowly and looked back up at Alex, “That’s the short, less detailed, less emotional version. What about yourself?”
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Post by Havok on Aug 28, 2011 10:35:56 GMT -5
Alex knew his expression changed drastically while he listened to her story. He could have been amazed at the amount of coincidences between their stories, had it not been for the personal context. "My dad was a pilot in Alaska," he said in a lower, soberer tone. "He and mom died in a plane crash after they pushed me and my brother out of the plane to save us. We didn't have other relatives, though, so we ended up at an orphanage."
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Post by Weaver on Aug 28, 2011 14:04:39 GMT -5
Iris was silent for a very long time, around her and Alex the wind blew and she closed her eyes. She didn’t know what to say, sure she had felt the loneliness of not having parents, but she had never known them. When spoke of them, she spoke of pride of who they were and that their deaths were tragic, but it didn’t make her as painfully sad as Alex looked. She let him alone with his thoughts, looking away so he could compose himself, his pain was none of her business and she wouldn’t gawk at him.
After a few minutes she cleared her throat, “I’m sorry for your loss,” she said quietly and drew her legs to her chest.
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Post by Havok on Aug 29, 2011 15:38:13 GMT -5
Alex nodded, for a moment only watching the lake and its calm surface. "I'm sorry for yours, too. It's not right to grow up without parents."
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Post by Weaver on Aug 29, 2011 18:03:55 GMT -5
The sadness around them was a little over bearing. It would have been so easy just to sink into that pain that washed off of Alex and get lost in it forever. Iris quickly stood up and stretched. “Come on, let’s run!” she told him grabbing his hand for a moment before she took off down the trail. She wasn’t much of a runner, though she could sprint when she wanted to. Her slim legs leapt over rocks and fallen trees. She ran and ran until her legs and sides ached and her lungs burned. She ran out all of her lonely sad thoughts, leaving them somewhere on the trail. The trail began to grow steeper until she came to a stop at a small area that overlooked the lake. Iris gasped for breath, bending over to try and stretch out the cramps.
“Better?” she panted looking up at Alex and grinning.
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