Magnar (magnar) wrote in gen_m_logs, @ 2008-03-21 14:35:00 |
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Magnar and Silas
Who: The Brotherhood of Evil Inhumans! Magnar Maximoff and Silas Falconus Boltagon
When: backdated to a few weeks ago, Silas's arrival
Where: Silas's room
What: Plotting the takeover of the world! Arrival and cousinly chatter!
Moving in wasn't all that hard considering Silas had very few items to bring with him. First of all, he had made his mother promise that they would keep his bedroom exactly as it was and when he could tell that she wasn't lying - she neither blinked nor looked away, which she always did when fibbing - he knew that he could leave the vast majority of his personal items and just take things that he couldn't live without on a day-to-day basis. So it was that he brought a suitcase, a duffel bag and a backpack. The few things he couldn't live without were neatly packed away at the back of one of the drawers of his dresser and everything else was haphazardly thrown here and there as he claimed his side of the room.
He wasn't meeting the headmasters until later and he certainly didn't want to let that kid - the bouncy one that showed him to his room - drag him around the building to show off what The Academy had, so he simply flopped himself down on his bed. Staring up at the ceiling, Silas wondered if the time he was forced to spend there was going to be worth anything at all. Being the pessimist he was, he highly and sincerely doubted it.
Magnar already knew where Silas was, so he only gave him a little time to settle in before stopping by. The other Inhuman teen had arrived thanks to 'puppy power', borrowing Magnar's Mutt for the trip there from the moon. Magnar left Mutt to his own devices, probably outside chasing squirrels or in his other cousin's room, peeing on the socks Wes left on the floor. Yup, Magnar's trained him well. So Magnar was on his own when he stopped in front of the door of Silas's room, rapping his knuckles loudly against the wood.
"Hey, you in there? Or you get smart and go back home already? Or hang yourself from the rafters with one of your neckties?" Magnar had a high opinion of this place too, obviously. It was amazing that he'd managed to stay her so long. He probably wouldn't have lasted if it weren't for the abundance of family that he had here.
"Mm?" Lifting his head up off the bed, Silas saw the familiar blond tuft of hair and then the guy below it. Magnar, of course, which might be his one saving grace at The Academy. Honestly, though they weren't best of friends or anything of the sort, Silas could stand Magnar and that was saying a lot for the other boy.
Silas swung his feet over the side of the bed and nodded to his cousin, saying, "I was just about to tie the noose when I realized that there aren't any freaking rafters." A slide of his gaze skyward and the stucco ceiling was revealed. He smirked and nodded over to the empty bed across from himself. "So, how long they put you in for? Natural life, just like me?"
Probably the only reason Silas could stand Magnar, or vice versa, was that they were two of a kind in many ways. Magnar pushed the door the rest of the way open and looked in, seeing Silas alive and well on his bed. "Well, I'm glad I didn't get here too late. I'd hate to have to try and save your sorry ass. You know the lecture I'd get from the fam if you croaked on me." He walked in, taking a casual glance around. He recognized a few things from Attilan. As he walked over to the empty bed to sit down, he asked, "Yeah, something like that. I thought it might be decent at first. But it kinda sucks so far. Least I got family here", he said, not exclusively referring to Silas. "Was looking forward to having more freedom from mom, but they keep everyone on a pretty short leash here too", he said with a roll of his eyes. "But now that you're here we'll have to work on an escape plan." He'd managed to get out with his cousins a few times, but they weren't as likely to get into trouble with him as Silas probably was.
Smirking, Silas murmured, "I bet you were just waiting for them to send me here so you could hatch some evil plan and blame me." It was easy to blame almost everything and anything on Silas, considering the fact that most people believed the rumors of his true parentage. Of course, the 'truth' or story that Black Bolt and Medusa had let spread was something more akin to Silas being an adopted child from a since passed Inhuman, her name kept secret because of the shame of having the child on her own. Silas knew there was something more to his life than what he'd been told, but wasn't entirely sure what the hell was true and what was just rumors.
Before Magnar could answer Silas' murmur, Silas waved his hand dismissively and grinned, saying loudly - "Actually, I'm glad that I'm here. I don't care what you say or they think," They meaning the staff of the school most likely, "But we are going to get out of here. I started thinking up ways long before Mutt even licked my hand to get my attention and drag me here."
Magnar would be lying if he said he wasn't curious about what the truth might be regarding Silas's parentage, mainly because knowledge is power. But he could commiserate some over being something of an outcast among their people. He was only half-Inhuman, and because of his mutant father, Magnar had never been exposed to the Terrigen Mists, like all Inhumans were. And he had something of a rebellious streak himself that was widely known about and blamed on his father.
Magnar gave a slight smirk in response to the blaming comment. Silas was probably right. He blamed enough things on Wanda's kids already. When Silas started talking loudly, Magnar looked toward the door, wondering if Silas was putting on a show for a teacher who might be overhearing them. "Hell yeah we're getting out of here", Magnar agreed. He had a lot of living that he wanted to do, and Silas was the perfect cohort. "From what I've heard, there's a lot to get into here in the city."
Never having been on earth - other than for the few years that he didn't remember (and those were deep within a jungle) - Silas had no idea what might be waiting for them in the city. He nodded slightly for a moment before tilting his head and wondering aloud to Magnar, "Well, what kind of things? What do the regulars amuse themselves with?" If they didn't have powers or teleporting dogs or a great view of other planets, what could they possibly do that was fun?
"Really trivial things", Magnar answered at first. He was amazed how unscholarly and ignorant most of the people seemed to be. But despite that, the 'trivial' things did have an uncanny way of sucking people into them. "They have alcoholic drinks they like to partake in. There's a certain age you have to be, but when has that ever stopped us? There's also dancing, though I haven't been to any of their 'clubs' yet. I've also been wanting to find a place where I can add to my tattoo collection", he said with a small smile, giving a small nudge of his arm where his tatts were. "But I did get this done", he said, sticking his tongue out to reveal a stud in the middle of it. The cousins were not thrilled when he left their sight briefly and returned with that.
Leaning in slightly, Silas stared at the tongue piercing and laughed. "Holy... How much did that hurt?" He could imagine it was painful - even though Silas was considered highly powerful, he had little tolerance for pain. At least, that's what he thought of himself. "Were you 'partaking' in 'drinks' when you did that?" He smirked, having had a lecture from his mother before he left Attilan about the evils of drinking, drugs and all the above. But Silas had been smoking since one of the cousins had brought him a pack years ago (and continued to receive them as the years passed) so there was probably little chance he would listen to his mother on the ills of other 'wicked' things.
The blond put his tongue back into his mouth, answering with a smirk, "Hurt like hell, what else would you expect?" Magnar didn't mind pain, actually. At least it depended on the context. In a weird way, he actually enjoyed the pain associated with getting his piercings and tatts. He rolled his eyes in a good-natured way at the drinks comment, saying, "I wish. They had it there, but wouldn't give me any. Fucking stupid if you ask me. They'll give an underage kid a piercing, but won't give him anything for the pain?" And he was leaving out the part where his tongue swelled and he talked as if he were developmentally delayed for several days on end. That at least had amused his cousins. Piercings, tattoos, Magnar was all about the things that would get a reaction out of his mom. He'd tried booze too when he could get his hands on it. And wanted to try other things too, but hadn't had the opportunity yet. He hoped that would change now that he was out from under her influence quite a bit more.
And perhaps soon to be under the influence of Silas. He knew that whatever he did, he couldn't be blamed for it. It was that weird parentage that he couldn't quite put a finger on that made nothing his fault and everything the fault of genetics. He wondered about his real mother now and again, how bad she must have been to leave him with such a reputation without even knowing her... But that was neither here nor there at the moment. What was right in front of him was a co-conspirator and someone who didn't really care if Silas was cursed by his past or not. "Well," He said with a grin, "We're gonna have to go out and try all these things. Maybe I'll get one of those tongue things, too."
"Finally, some action around this place", Magnar said. "Not that it's really all bad. But it's still school, people here get just as uptight about rules as back home, maybe even more", he said, thinking about that a moment. "There's some okay people here, mostly the one's I'm related to", he said, smiling a bit, as if he really did think the only reason they were okay was because they were related to him. But Silas should know better, being one of those ones related to Magnar. Magnar did genuinely get along with all his cousins, though he might not have given some of them that chance to know him if they weren't related. "Maybe I could even get Wes and Ry to take us out somewhere, to a club or bar. I've heard the identification cards they have here are pretty easy to forge to be allowed into age restricted places."
"Well, I've heard that human minds are really malleable..." Silas said, leaning back so that he was sitting straight up against the wall and his feet were dangling over the edge of the bed. He reached into his pocket to pull out a cool zippo that he was given a few years ago. One of the things he couldn't live without, obviously. As he flicked the flame into existence and then out again, he glanced up over at Magnar to say, "You know, with me around, you won't need some different identification or anything." And he grinned.
"Ah", Magnar said, grinning as soon as Silas made the suggestion. Magnar had no problem with that kind of power usage on others, just as long as his cousin wasn't trying it on him. "Yeah, that would be much easier", he agreed. He really didn't want to have to worry about forging ID, though he had an idea that Dane might know how to do that, or at least would know someone who knew how. "Well, I know some places we could go", Magnar said. Of course he'd already been to the place that did tatts and piercings. And if Silas was serious about getting his tongue done, Magnar would take the opportunity to get another tatt, maybe. And though he hadn't been ot the clubs, his cousins had pointed out some tim him, advising against some while recommending others. "But we don't need to do that right away. There's a lot to see here. I do have to admit, this place has most anything you could want in a home."
"Except freedom, right?" Silas responded easily. He was on the fence about freedom. Sure, he would have loved to travel around the earth, seeing what there was for him out in the human world. But, he was a bit fearful, deep down, of leaving the safety of his family, of the Inhumans, or at least the mutants that shared their gifts. He flicked his zippo closed and sighed, saying, "At least it'll be different. I guess I'm just sick of the same ol' same ol', you know? You'd think living on the moon would be a lot cooler than it really is." To that, he laughed.
"True", Magnar had to agree, a sour expression on his face for a moment. "It's not much different than home in that respect", Magnar said. Being part of the royal family had privileges, but one of the downsides was having a close eye kept on you. For your own safety, of course. Magnar did want to get out of the school more, explore more. And having Mutt helped, but the dog's activity was monitored, and Magnar was told not to take him off school grounds, unless going home to Attilan for a visit. "Yeah, it is different here. Not great, so far anyways, but different. I always thought it'd be great to live on Earth. Now...?" He shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. There were different sights to see, but he really found himself hating the human race. He could understand why his grandfather chose to separate from them. "People here are just dumb. Even worse than back home."
"Well, I find that hard to believe." People being dumber than back on Attilan? How was that even possible? Of course, Silas had his own bad taste in his mouth from his youth on the Moon. He hadn't seen or been around humans, though he had heard of how silly and insignificant their lives tended to be. Wouldn't that make for more fun than the heavy burden the Inhumans felt they carried through life? Burden of being so very gifted by the mist and so very different from the silly, less-evolved humans? "I don't know. I would kind of want to go out into them, I mean, you know - the humans - and sort of live like them and see what its like. Anything has to be better than up there." For effect, he glanced up, as if he could see through the ceiling and the school all the way back to the Royal palace.
Magnar understood Silas's reaction, even though he didn't share it. But Magnar didn't have quite as rough a childhood as Silas'd had. And Silas's opinion of human's wouldn't be the same as Magnar's either, as Magnar's grandfather had been persecuted greatly by humans all his life. But Magnar couldn't help having a scowl on his face as Silas spoke of living among them. "You'd be a god among insects out there", Magnar said. "Except they don't revere their gods. They hate them, hate that they can do things that they cannot." Those were lessons passed down from his father and from what he'd learned about his grandfather. "But I agree that this isn't the worst change of scenery", Magnar admitted. "The facilities are decent. Nice pool, gym, rec area. Some of the students are nice, or nice to look at, at least. Even though most of the mutants here seem to be the watered-down human-hugger types." And that really did bother Magnar sometimes.
"Not everyone has such a cool pet as you, Magnar. Some of us have to go for hairless apes, okay?" There, the smile on Silas' lips let his cousin know that he commiserated even if there was a bit of a difference to how they felt about the 'weaker' race. Living among them would be like living among Gorillas - not civilized, of course, but interesting. "Maybe you should show me some of these 'nice to look at' students." That was something Silas was also somewhat excited about - being around people not related to him. That would be a very pleasant change.
Magnar`laughed along with the comment. In a way, that was how he viewed his roommate, as being a pet of sorts. Sure, Benjy wasn't human (though he wasn't exactly a mutant either), but Magnar just had that habit of seeing others as lower than himself, with few exceptions. He did see Slias as his equal, was raised that way. There was a good point that Magnar could agree with about being around people he wasn't related to, and that was it opened up the possibilities for hook ups. Not that he'd tried anything with anyone yet, but the options here were much greater than back home. "Yeah, let's get out of here", Magnar agreed. "I can show you around some."
He pushed himself off the bed and straightened his shirt a bit. Silas was always preening, much like his unknown father - Crystal, in fact, once called Maximus a 'peacock' - but the familial likeness was, of course, lost on him. "Do I look okay?" Of course he did... right? For a member of the royal family, for someone who was usually sarcastic and ready to disobey the rules, Silas was (for a moment) uncharacteristically nervous.
Magnar resisted the eyeroll he wanted to do when Silas asked how he looked. He was used to his cousin checking himself out in the mirror and double-checking. It was alright, Magnar tended to do that too, though he hoped a bit more discreetly. "Of course you do", Magnar affirmed as he rose off of the bed. "You look better than okay. You're royalty." It was a fact that Silas didn't always seem thrilled about, but Mangar couldn't help but let his identity get built up into that some. "Got nothing to worry about", he said, headed toward the doorway, giving his cousin a pat on the shoulder. "It's like I was saying, we're gods among insects here." And the scary thing was that Magnar really believed it. He steered his cousin out the doorway and into the school proper to introduce him to his new home.