Well, this is an interesting change.
What the hell am I doing?
Arg, stupid brain. She's going to be batshit crazy, and it'll be bad for us all in the long run.
And now I look like a fool. Which is normal, but not what I wanted at all. I'd have liked for my family to not know I'm an idiot for at least a little bit.
But. . .
I can't leave someone who needs help. If Emma will help, that's wonderful. If not, she's not the only psychologist among the castaways.
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Darius is the middle son of three that were born to Emma and Scott Summers. I will be providing his UTR history, since that gives you a good idea of his personality, and honestly, it's long enough as it is.
Darius arrived in UTR three months into his tenure as an X-man. He met an alternate universe version of his mom and one of the cuckoos, as well as yet more alternate universe sisters, one the child of Emma and Logan, the other the very young daughter of Scott and Emma. He lived with them briefly, and established a friendship with benefits with a girl named Naamah.
Knowing that doing good was important to him, Darius joined the Peace Corp, and was soon shipped out to Samoa. During the process Sinister managed to get his hands on Darius, and took blood samples. During his time in the Peace Corp, Darius met a girl named Ophelia, who he knew needed a friend. Since he also needed a friend, he visited her regularly. He would have probably remained a simple friend to Ophelia, had his workplace in Samoa not been bombed. Though he shot the man who had done it in the leg, ensuring his apprehension, Darius blamed himself for the death of his coworkers. It was no question in his mind that the man, who turned out to be one of Sinister's marauders, was only involved because of him.
However, he couldn't carry the guilt forever, and he slowly built up a relationship with Ophelia. Things went well, aside from the standard issue craziness for quite some time. Sinister was found and destroyed, and for the first time Darius let himself relax, enjoying his place in this new world, and growing fond of his sisters, though he never quite managed to fully divorce the Emma he lived with from the Emma that had borne and raised him.
When the Purifiers attacked, the difference became clear. Darius sacrificed himself to keep Domino safe, and was captured. During his time with the Purifiers he was tortured, and then tattooed with a cross, before being tossed in a cell with mutants. He once again put himself in harms way, this time for Remy LeBeau, which resulted in his powers activating, teleporting him to the middle of nowhere in Arkansas. This was no less dangerous for the boy, who was still bound hand and foot, but he managed to free himself and hitch a ride, leaving a note on the message board asking for help.
Logan rescued him, and brought him back to the Frost household. But all was not right. Darius found himself leaving frequently to visit Ophelia and see his brother and best friend, needing to be around people who would let him work himself to death, and not talk about what had happened. This did not sit well with Sophie, the remaining cuckoo, who had gone out to rescue him and been captured, resulting in the death of her boyfriend. She saw Darius's wandering as a betrayal, and when things blew up, she demanded he leave the house and never return. This, accompanied by Emma's cold treatment of him when he did finally reach out to her for help, caused Darius to pack his bags and wander through Europe. A meeting with a female version of his uncle, and an adventure with Remy helped him to come to terms with both what had happened and himself, and he got an apartment in Vermont, which put him within the same time zone as his girlfriend.
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The laughter was something he'd gotten used to. He trudged throuhg the hall, not drawing attention to himself in any way. He wished he were smaller, invisible. The last thing he wanted was to endure a bout of teasing. It would take time he didn't have. His father's study was always a kind of haven, and he slid quietly into the room, expression dead serious.
"Dad, I have to talk to you."
Scott was on the phone, and nodded, jotting on a notepad. 'Just a minute. Important call.' Darius nodded and sat, fidgetting. He hated waiting, and this seemed like the longest time he'd ever had to wait. He knew better than to interrupt, though. Anything he had to say was much less important than whatever the person on the phone with Scott had to say. Beside, knowing Scott, he already knew something was going on.
Despite his conditioning, Darius fidgeted the whole time, which was ten minutes, but felt like twelve hours. Finally Scott hung up, and looked at his son expectantly. “Well?”
“The Purifiers are planning an attack on Madison Square Garden during Dazzler’s reunion concert.” He blurted it all out quickly, glad to no longer be waiting. Scott looked at him, as though he expected there to be more. Finally the older man sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“How did you get this information? I thought Christopher was our mole in their ranks. You’re assigned to Humans First, as I recall.” There was irritation in Scott’s voice, and Darius felt his heart sink like a stone.
“Sir, Chris gave me the information, since his telepathy doesn’t work on you or Mom.” Darius was the only one who was vulnerable to it.
Scott nodded. “Duly noted. Thank you Darius.” The man’s tone was dismissive. Darius nodded and stood meekly, leaving without further words. He crept through the hall, head hanging. He knew that Scott was busy, and that annoying distractions were pointless, but this felt important. It was a heavy blow to be reminded of how useless he was.
He passed Emma’s classroom on the way out of the institute, and this was the only time he sped up. He didn’t want her to see him. It always brought on a new barrage of criticism. He knew it was for the best, but it was so hard to listen, and when it came down to it, they both knew what Emma’s main complaint was: Darius just wasn’t special enough, and she had two worthwhile sons who deserved more of her attention.
She caught a glance of him out of the corner of her eye, and her lips pursed together. Stand up straight, for God’s sake. If you want people to take you seriously, act like you’ve got some pride.
Darius did as commanded, but his eyes remained glued to the floor. He skirted around the dorms, and went through the kitchen door, thankful no one else had stopped him. He slid into one of the cars in the garage and decided he needed a drink. If something happened and the X-men did have to fight, he wanted to be out of the way. Watching the people who should have been his peers doing things he had thought he’d be able to do for almost his whole life was bitter, even if he knew whining was unbecoming.
When he got to the coffee shop, he settled in with a book. It was a rather good one, and the hours passed peaceful and caffeinated. He even cheered up a little, and decided to go home before he got locked out. He smiled at the girl behind the counter, who rolled her eyes. Not bothered (he was used to it by now), he slid into his car and turned on the radio, to see what was going on.
The news was talking about an attack that had occurred during his coffee break. Dazzler was among the casualties, and the numbers were supposed to be around the hundreds. He swerved, and nearly hit someone, he was so surprised. How could that have happened? Surely the X-men should have taken care of that.
When he got home, the place was in disarray. Dr. McCoy greeted him at the door, and Darius could tell from his expression that it was bad. “Ah, Darius. Welcome home.” Henry launched into an explanation that Darius didn’t understand, and he felt lost. He nodded and smiled, and Henry stopped after a minute, sighing. “I forgot. You need to go to the Medical Bay immediately.”
That was easy enough for Darius to understand, and he bolted downstairs, slamming the door open. Chris was laying on a bed, pale. Scott was still missing, but Emma was at Chris’s side, crying. She turned when Darius entered, and then stood, furious. “You knew this was going to happen.”
Darius froze, confused. “I told Dad- This isn’t my fault.”
Emma shook her head, anger obvious in every motion. “How dare you blame this on Scott! You’re responsible for their deaths. Why didn’t you tell us what the Purifiers’ plan was? If we’d have known what was going on, we would have responded differently.”
Darius nodded, glumly. Emma made a noise that was a mixture between fury and grief. “Get out of here, Darius. I hope I never see or hear from you again.”
Darius nodded, leaving quietly. This was his fault. All his fault. How had he been so stupid?
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So, I have a biological family. It's about what I expected, really. I guess knowing is better than not knowing, anyway. I probably shouldn't have been as much of a bitch as I was to Pietro, and, honestly, I find it unlikely that I'll be taking part in any kind of family bonding.
Also, Magneto has a lot of kids. It's kind of frightening. I wonder if this is all of them?
On the other side of things, Alex is a godsend. He's such a cool guy, and seems like he understands things. It's really nice.
I should call see if Pulse or Kimber want to hang out again.
Once I finish my biology homework. Pleh.
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I just realized that I've only got one female friend. And she's technically my older sister.
I possibly fail at being female. Which is why I have no idea where a good hairdresser is in the area. Somehow I doubt that I could walk into Supercuts or whatever and make the woman who might or might not speak the same language as me and make her understand that my hair really is that color under the dye.
Arg. This is frustrating. At least I can play it off as natural if I can't get it taken out. After all, most of my siblings have black hair.
Which is a weird thought in and of itself. I'm still not used to having siblings. Even if it's nice having Anya around to talk to, and Eric is surprisingly cool, the feeling that they're other, and not actually my family persists. I guess my parents will always be the ones I grew up with, genetics aside.
And honestly, I think I'm thinking about all of this to keep my mind off the fact that in a couple months or so Alex and I are going to figure out where we're going and decide what our next step in the relationship is. One minute I'll be serene and calm, the next I'll be nothing but nerves.
Guess I'm still fairly neurotic. Oh well. Hopefully I'll grow out of it. Hope I grow into a woman that Alex can be proud to be married to.
I wish my parents were here, so I could introduce them to Alex.
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Lorna arrived in UTR as a redhead with no super powers. She was dropped in NYU as a creative writing major. She barely had time to cope with that before her powers manifested, and her hair began growing out green. She destroyed the campus of New York University, and was rescued by Pulse, who she became intimate with, even developing a crush on him. There was an attack by Apocalypse that brought out Lorna's control of her powers, and in the aftermath she slept and became friends with Dean Winchester. Though she wouldn't share his bed again, she thoroughly trounced him at Guitar Hero on a regular basis.
She met Alex on accident, and from there they became close, living together, then building a house, then marrying all in a short span of time. It was fast, but also somewhat natural to Lorna, who was so used to being indecisive that any indication she'd made up her mind was pounced upon like a starving dog on a steak.
She built a relationship with her genetic father, to her surprise, and mourned him when he died to destroy Sinister. She grew close to her half-sister Anya, and even developed a relationship of sorts with Pietro and Wanda, though it would prove to be one of mutual annoyance more than anything else.
After Sinister's death his minions destroyed their home, which led to Lorna going into a frenzy to keep herself and her husband safe. They went to live with Cable and Domino, similarly displaced, in a militaristic compound made out of an old hotel. Life was good there, and Lorna let herself relax enough to switch her major and pursue geophysics, hoping to harness her powers to do some good.
As their life settled, Alex and Lorna discussed children. Lorna was afraid that a child of theirs would be too much to handle, and too good a target for madmen like Sinister. She also felt that she owed a great debt to her parents for taking her in, and so she suggested they adopt. They began looking for homes in America, where they both still held citizenship, when the compound was attacked by goblins, who stole Cable and Domino's children. Told to stay behind, Lorna and Alex decided they'd had enough and established a home in LA, where they began going through the adoption process. Recently, they learned that they would be unable to adopt, because of their inability to take the required time away from work and school to take care of a child.
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Lorna went straight to her room, not so much as looking at anyone as she passed them. She could make it to her room if she focused, and that was all that mattered right then and there. Crying in the middle of a hallway was not an option.
She barely made it to her room before she burst into tears. They weren't silent, dignified tears, but noisy, messy weeping that made her entire body shake. She wanted to be Pulse's friend. She wanted to be safe in a world that wasn't constantly in peril. She wanted to be in control. Since none of this was happening, she did the only thing that would help. Which for her was apparently holing up in her room and not leaving again until she was needed.
Why did it have to hurt so much? She was so scared of everything that even just clearing the air and telling him that she liked him was too much, and now she'd hurt him because of that. Not to mention she was going to be on hand when shit went down, and wasn't even sure that it was a good idea to get scared while driving, and. . .
She took deep breaths, trying to straighten herself out. Getting twisted up over things wasn't going to help in the long run, and she knew it. The best she could do right now was try not to make the same mistakes again.
She dug the cell phone out of her pocket. It was clever, and must have cost him a fortune. And the stone as well, so beautiful and perfect. . .
She fought back the regret and pain, and carefully put the gifts in one of her desk drawers, covering them over enough to muffle the cell phone, and hide them from view if she ever opened it. Not that she thought he would call. Not after that.
That accomplished, Lorna stripped out of her shirt, looking down at the sexy underwear she'd worn, and laughed, bitterly. She removed those as well, shoving them into her laundry hamper. She wouldn't be needing those anytime soon. Guys were just too much trouble.
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Lorna was sitting at her computer, enjoying a nice, cleansing first person shooter. She enjoyed it a great deal, and was gladly ignoring the world for it. She heard Alex come in and paused the game, bouncing up. “Hey sexy!” She bounced over and kissed him, a bit surprised when he didn’t respond.
“Lorna, we’ve got to talk.” His voice was soft, a little mournful. She blinked and nodded, taking his hands. He looked into her eyes, and she canted her head. “The fighting’s started, and they need me to fight. I’m-“ He stopped, and swallowed.
Lorna stroked his face, kissing him softly. “Hey, it’s okay. You’ll be okay. You’re a fighter, and you’ll get through.” He pulled away, sighing.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, baby. We’re so outnumbered, out gunned, and outmaneuvered. Just- let it go.” He turned away from her, and Lorna stared, aghast.
She stared at his back as he went into the bedroom, and then followed, opening the door with her powers. He turned, angry. “Go away. I don’t want to see you anymore, Lorna. We’re all going to die, so we might as well be miserable until we do.”
She reached out to touch his shoulder, and he swatted her hand away. Lorna pursed her lips, and hovered to look him in the eyes. “You listen to me, Goddammit. We are a couple, we are married. That’s a permanent thing.” She grabbed his shoulders, staring straight into his eyes. “Don’t you dare cheat me out of that.”
He shook his head, and she felt the anger bubble up, and she slammed him into the wall, the nails in the studs pulling out, writhing as her powers curled around her in anger. “Lorna, please.” His voice was pleading, and Lorna threw him to the floor, disgusted.
“I thought I’d married a man, but it looks like I’ve got a dog instead.” She glared and left through the window. If there was a war coming, she was going to put an end to it right then and there. She flew through the sky, aurora following behind her. She found the fight, which had barely started. Despite the advancement of the weapons, each of them was made of metal. She used her powers to bend and warp them, causing chaos on both sides, not caring who she hurt, or even if she killed anyone. She wanted the fighting to stop, and would stop at nothing to make sure it happened.
She warped everything around her, until the order of the world was completely undone. The power rode through her, instead of being controlled by her, and she laughed in glee at the wonderful, heady rush of power, the feeling of being a strong force of destruction. She laughed at the chaos under her, until the power ran out, leaving her flushed and glowing, as though she had just had the most incredible orgasm of her life.
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