Alex «Havok» Summers (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tolaywaste) wrote2014-02-17 01:22 pm
tolaywaste) wrote2014-02-17 01:22 pm
Entry tags:
- !tw: fire,
- a very groovy mutation,
- abandonment issues: x-men edition,
- aeryn is not your pretty princess,
- anger problems r us,
- anya is the good kind of crazy,
- ben is ben,
- emotions only come out in disaster,
- how do leading,
- i have a lot of feelings but shh,
- literally just don't care,
- t-5 til chris gets punched,
- that superhero thing
26. » private, video, spam
spam } aeryn & charles
[Alex has spoken to both his inmate and his now-legal guardian, trying to figure out a way to address the part of Aeryn's rehabilitation he feels least equipped to handle: her anger. What he hasn't done is gone into any great detail with either of them about how he wants this guidance to proceed.]
[In a way, he wants it to be something he and Aeryn can do together; in another way, he wants it to be as organic as possible, and so he pushes thoughts of structure away.]
[He calls them both to the CES. Bring jogging clothes, he says, because in his experience, just talking without moving can be a little bit terrifying. He waits just inside the entrance, stretching and plotting a path through the high grasses the room has given them today.]
private/voice } anya
Hey. We need to talk. [He hesitates, thinking of Snow and of Ben who would want him to actually be honest, not just truthful.] I mean, I need to talk about a bunch of things. But you, too.
Do you, you know. Have a minute?
private } crichton
We need to talk about Aeryn.
public } video
[See Alex. See Alex at the skating rink, with all necessary hockey accoutrements, just finishing up playing some solo hockey. Badly. The communicator appears to be resting on the wall of the rink; he waves at it pretty vigorously, his breath hanging in the air.]
Hey! So as some of you know - some of you new people, I guess, maybe don't - we have a skating rink. I have the keys and everything, but as long as you don't stab anyone with skates you're welcome. And we've been talking about having a serious hockey tournament for ages, so - here's phase one: try to beat me into the ice. Because seriously, it's the only way I'll learn.
Or come out and do some one-on-one, whatever you want. I'll be out here all afternoon.
open } spam
[And he is - out on the ice for the rest of the morning and into early afternoon, until he has to run to cover Ben's kitchen shift. He's been doing this more frequently lately than usual because Ben's been sick, but even now he's not the best at it. Kitchen work doesn't come naturally to him, but at least he follows direction well.]
[Immediately after lunch, he takes a walk in the CES, then attacks the CTS full force. The simulation it provides is terrifying in its sterility: robots twice his height, slow-moving but determined to capture rather thn terminate. His endeavor is to dismantle rather than destroy - a finesse exercise.]
[He leaves the CTS a smoking ruin. He's not much for finesse these days.]
[Alex has spoken to both his inmate and his now-legal guardian, trying to figure out a way to address the part of Aeryn's rehabilitation he feels least equipped to handle: her anger. What he hasn't done is gone into any great detail with either of them about how he wants this guidance to proceed.]
[In a way, he wants it to be something he and Aeryn can do together; in another way, he wants it to be as organic as possible, and so he pushes thoughts of structure away.]
[He calls them both to the CES. Bring jogging clothes, he says, because in his experience, just talking without moving can be a little bit terrifying. He waits just inside the entrance, stretching and plotting a path through the high grasses the room has given them today.]
private/voice } anya
Hey. We need to talk. [He hesitates, thinking of Snow and of Ben who would want him to actually be honest, not just truthful.] I mean, I need to talk about a bunch of things. But you, too.
Do you, you know. Have a minute?
private } crichton
We need to talk about Aeryn.
public } video
[See Alex. See Alex at the skating rink, with all necessary hockey accoutrements, just finishing up playing some solo hockey. Badly. The communicator appears to be resting on the wall of the rink; he waves at it pretty vigorously, his breath hanging in the air.]
Hey! So as some of you know - some of you new people, I guess, maybe don't - we have a skating rink. I have the keys and everything, but as long as you don't stab anyone with skates you're welcome. And we've been talking about having a serious hockey tournament for ages, so - here's phase one: try to beat me into the ice. Because seriously, it's the only way I'll learn.
Or come out and do some one-on-one, whatever you want. I'll be out here all afternoon.
open } spam
[And he is - out on the ice for the rest of the morning and into early afternoon, until he has to run to cover Ben's kitchen shift. He's been doing this more frequently lately than usual because Ben's been sick, but even now he's not the best at it. Kitchen work doesn't come naturally to him, but at least he follows direction well.]
[Immediately after lunch, he takes a walk in the CES, then attacks the CTS full force. The simulation it provides is terrifying in its sterility: robots twice his height, slow-moving but determined to capture rather thn terminate. His endeavor is to dismantle rather than destroy - a finesse exercise.]
[He leaves the CTS a smoking ruin. He's not much for finesse these days.]
[spam]
[She moves smoothly, like a dancer - like the fighter she is becoming - acquires a spatula and flips the patties, layers the cheese.]
Nothing about caring is weird.
[spam]
[Despite how close they just got to each other, this kind of intimate discussion still makes him a little uncomfortable. Anya knows how to navigate it; Alex is still convinced he doesn't. Some things about caring are weird, he's sure of this. But he won't argue.]
She's so angry. It seems like it's burning her up inside.
[spam]
[She used to, Anya knows. That keen, sharp-edged nobility, the need for justice. That can burn, too. Even ambition. But so much has been taken from her, so much rendered worthless by pain and betrayal, so much lost. It's not that the anger isn't destroying her; it's that taking it away would destroy her more, faster.]
[spam]
She's been angry for so long. Do you think she'll get the rest of it back?
[He wants to help, so badly. But at the same time he won't push himself in. She trusts so few people, has had her trust betrayed so many times; he wants Morgana to feel safe.]
I don't want her to destroy herself. [Again.]
[spam]
She wants to go back, is the hard part. She wants Camelot even though she hates it for not being hers for so long.
I don't know if there's a way to pull that poison, or to get her to think about the possibility of building a home somewhere else, or which way I should focus on. But I do think she can.
[spam]
I guess. If there's something I can do. You'll tell me, right? She never does. [Or maybe there's never anything he can do, but he doesn't want to think about it like that.]