Moira Mactaggert Says Och (moiramactaggert) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-05 16:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alma wade, moira mactaggert, scott summers (cyclops), wrex |
"I learned a long time ago nae tae be tae skeptical."
Who: Moira, Scott, Wrex and Alma
What: Moira checks out Alma, and also has a brief conversation with Scott
When: Today!
Where: Urdnot Ranch
Status: Complete
Rating: PG for "Och."
Moira stepped out of her car and looked the ranch over. It didn't impress her much, they were just buildings. Still, what they represented was the impressive part, and the part of her that had fallen for a girl in need of a mother fell in love with the place. She walked up to the main ranchhouse and knocked.
The ranch didn't need to be impressive as much as it needed to be functional, and Wrex was happy with the fact that it drew little attention. The kids in his care needed a place to be at peace and find themselves away from all the crazy shit that had been in their lives. Kids like Alma, especially.
He got the door himself and nodded at the woman on the other side of it, "Dr. MacTaggert?"
"Aye. Mr. Wrex?" She held out her hand, studying him as she did so. He had a miitary bearing.
"Just Wrex," He grinned a bit and took her hand, shaking it firmly. It was a handshake that told people he meant business, though it was never a threat so much as a promise.
He moved aside so that she could come in, then wasted no time in leading her through the building. Past a shop that was currently being run by a bored kid leading on his arm - who stood up straighter as Wrex walked by - and a series of doorways, through an area that was obviously a cafeteria, and into a room right next to it. The room was modestly decorated and had a few tables and couches, as well as an area with snacks and a coffee bar.
"This is the staff lounge," He explained, then motioned to amenities, "Have some coffee if you want. We have it plain or fancy. The brownies are pretty good."
"Thank you." she gave him a smile, "You said you had a girl?"
Not bothering to wait and see if she got anything, Wrex poured himself a cup of coffee. These more informal interviews were working better for him these days than sitting in his office, and he'd already swept the staff lounge to hell and back for bugs or surveillance devices.
In short, it was safe to talk openly in here, and he'd run Moira's credentiels enough to know she was safe to speak to. So he nodded, and took a seat, "I didn't want to say more over the phone, because you can't be too sure who's listening. And people ARE listening. This girl would be viewed as a commodity in the scientific community, if you get my drift."
"Anything new an' unusual would be, especially with this spate of odd dreams goin' 'round," Moira replied. The coffee was far too weak for her tastes, "I learned a long time ago nae tae be tae skeptical."
"I think these powers of hers are new and unusual, but I don't think her being a commodity is. She was running away from something when she came here, and those somethings will want her back." Wrex hated the whole idea, but since he wasn't sure how nearby she was, he tried to supress his anger.
"She says she has dreams where she's hurting and killing people. She doesn't want to become that monster, the one she dreams she is. She was trying to look at her blood under a microscope, but my science equipment is... well it's pathetic." He admitted, with a sigh.
"Och.." With that one word it was like she expressed her concern, understanding, and overall interest.
He nodded, in acceptance of the fact that Och was the precise word for this entire situation. There was a bit of scottish recognition in his face too, like he knew he'd found the right person since they shared a country of origin!
"This might put you in danger. But unchecked, this whole thing might be dangerous. She can pick up on emotions. Last night she seemed to pick up on mine, though she skipped through the concern and hit straight on the anger. I don't know. Maybe anger is more powerful. I could feel all of hers, almost like they were my own."
Scottish pride! Moira tilted her head, "Anger is a very powerful emotion. It would make sense that the passionate ones would burst through. Yuir positive of this?"
He was absolutely positive. He nodded his head and then decided it was probably best to just go through the events of the evening before. He left nothing out, but added some commentary towards the end about how he'd felt and his drastic changes in emotions as they'd talked more.
He finished and sipped at his coffee, then held up his hands, "I don't want her to run again. I want her to get a handle on this. I don't even know where to start. And she has questions. About where she came from and what they did to her. With her permission, I was wondering if you could run tests."
Moira repeated her earlier assessment, "Och." She had a sudden headache, and she still had to meet Scott Summers, here. Which was ironic. She decided not to mention that part just yet, to Mr. Summers' boss.
"May I meet her?"
"She might be..." He searched for the word, "Precocious. But I'll go get her."
He refilled his mug and left the room in search of Alma.
While he was out, Scott peered in, then walked in, "Hello, I'm-"
"Scott Summers, I know, lad." She knew his face and his name, and that he was involved with Xavier, but that was about the gist of it, right now, "Tell me about yuir dreams while we have a chance. Yuir a mutant?"
Scott chuckled. That was..odd enough, but there was something in the woman that made him feel he could trust her. He took a seat, "Yes. I shoot beams from my eyes. I lead a whole group of us. At one point there were millions, but ..something happened. There's only a few of us left."
"The X-men?"
"Yes..how did you know?"
"Charles Xavier had a silent partner, when he created his school. At some point, I asked him tae create a new school, for my own daughter. In these dreams."
Scott just sort of stared at her.
Meanwhile, Wrex found Alma in her painting class. He waved at the instructor, then motioned for Alma to come join him in the hallway.
Alma nodded at the woman teaching, and walked out into the hallway. A wave of calm followed her.
It wasn't particularly strong, but it was a weeeee bit noticeable.
"Do you think there's really something to it?"
Moira shrugged a shoulder, "I'd like tae take a blood sample, if ye dunnae mind?"
Scott nodded his head. He was curious, now.
Wrex grinned at Alma approvingly, "There's someone I want you to meet. She's good people who won't hurt you, and she might be able to help you answer your questions."
"I am willing," Alma replied, before taking his hand. She found physical comfort to be..nice.
Scott was gone by the time they arrived, and Moira had put away her fresh blood samples. She hoped the girl was willing to donate some as well!
There was a squeeze of Alma's hand before Wrex lead her into the staff lounge. He nodded at Moira, then looked down at his charge, "Ms. Beckett, this is Dr. Moira MacTaggert."
"A pleasure, Miss Beckett!" Moira held her hand out to Alma, who hesitated a moment before taking it. Moira was making every effort to exude calm and happiness. Alma felt mostly..uncertain. It gave Moira the heeby jeebies.
Wrex was mainly trying to get used to it.
"Well I can say there's somethin' different about ye, lass." Moira smiled uneasily, "I'd like tae..take a sample, if ye would-" Alma rolled up her sleeve and thrust her arm out. Moira blinked, and then chuckled, "Och."
"Och, indeed. Do you want to be alone to talk to her, or should I stay?"
Och was becoming Wrex's new favorite word.
"Please, stay?" Alma looked at Wrex. Between him and Roy she felt the most safe.
There was absolutely no denying that look. Even if Moira had tried to kick him out, he would have stayed. He took a seat, and nodded, "As long as you like."
Moria nodded her head. She wouldn't kick him out. In fact, when he sat, the anxiety level of the room plummeted, "Very well then. I have a few questions I'll be askin' while I draw some blood. If anythin' bothers ye, jus' let me know, aye?"
"Yes." Alma nodded her head. She was prepared for anything.