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throughaphase) wrote2012-10-12 03:34 pm
throughaphase) wrote2012-10-12 03:34 pm
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Chicago- Friday night
With everything done, the X-Men- or, the X-Treme team, anyway- brought Kitty back to Chicago. Today had been a recovery day, because it needed to be a recovery day. She'd had to explain to a few people why she'd been missing for a day and felt the need to check in with her therapist for some strange reason and got to spend time with her former teammates and friends that she hadn't even talked to in almost two years. They'd been able to fill in some- not all- of the blanks in what had happened at Mt. Haven, though she still had some pretty significant questions that looked like they'd just have to go unanswered. Basically, nannites that attached themselves to your nervous system until it connected you to the AI controlling the place did wonky, bad things. Where Stryker was concerned, a lot of things would have to stay a mystery to her.
She'd brought the X-Men to Belles of Hell mainly because she did want them to see the sort of thing she'd been doing, let them see a little of where she was. At the moment, Logan, Bishop, Sage and Sam were downstairs in the bar, but Ororo had asked to talk to her, and so Kitty had led her up to the roof, since it wasn't like Dylan would mind. Ororo was levitating over the sidewalk without a care for who might see her, and Kitty perched herself on the ledge, looking out onto the street below.
"So, Kitty... this is your life now?" Ororo asked her.
Kitty shook her head and pulled her jacket tighter around her. Welcome to October in the Midwest. "It was a start. I'm somewhere else now. It's good. I'm good there." And she missed it there. She wanted to sleep in her own bed and see Clint and make sure no one had burned down Caritas this week. She didn't owe it to anyone to tell them where she was; she'd asked the professor not to look for her, and in over a year no one had, and she could just go back to Fandom and leave this all behind. And yet she knew she would never really be able to do that. "If you need me, Ororo..."
"I'll find you," she said with a nod.
"But otherwise, I'm done with costumes," Kitty told her.
"Why?"
"Part of why we're feared- and hated- is because we hide," she explained. "In Charley's school, behind our masks and uniforms, behind our rep. We make it easy for folks to believe the worst."
"You have a better idea?" Ororo asked, but she sounded genuinely curious.
"I'm working on it," Kitty admitted. "Where I am now... It's like what Mt. Haven wanted to be. They're not all mutants, but they come from all over and some have powers and some don't, and it works. People react to me the exact same way now that I'm open about what I am as they did when I wasn't. There has to be something in that. I just need to figure out what."
Ororo didn't look thrilled about it, but that was to be expected. Only a few years ago it'd been hard to separate the two of them, and now Kitty was going for as much distance as she could get. "You know if you change your mind, you always have a place with us."
Kitty managed a real smile at that, because it was always nice to have someplace where you knew you'd always be accepted. "I know."
[NFB, NFI, yadda yadda. Heavily adapted from X-Treme X-Men #30 because I was bored and this is what I did.]
She'd brought the X-Men to Belles of Hell mainly because she did want them to see the sort of thing she'd been doing, let them see a little of where she was. At the moment, Logan, Bishop, Sage and Sam were downstairs in the bar, but Ororo had asked to talk to her, and so Kitty had led her up to the roof, since it wasn't like Dylan would mind. Ororo was levitating over the sidewalk without a care for who might see her, and Kitty perched herself on the ledge, looking out onto the street below.
"So, Kitty... this is your life now?" Ororo asked her.
Kitty shook her head and pulled her jacket tighter around her. Welcome to October in the Midwest. "It was a start. I'm somewhere else now. It's good. I'm good there." And she missed it there. She wanted to sleep in her own bed and see Clint and make sure no one had burned down Caritas this week. She didn't owe it to anyone to tell them where she was; she'd asked the professor not to look for her, and in over a year no one had, and she could just go back to Fandom and leave this all behind. And yet she knew she would never really be able to do that. "If you need me, Ororo..."
"I'll find you," she said with a nod.
"But otherwise, I'm done with costumes," Kitty told her.
"Why?"
"Part of why we're feared- and hated- is because we hide," she explained. "In Charley's school, behind our masks and uniforms, behind our rep. We make it easy for folks to believe the worst."
"You have a better idea?" Ororo asked, but she sounded genuinely curious.
"I'm working on it," Kitty admitted. "Where I am now... It's like what Mt. Haven wanted to be. They're not all mutants, but they come from all over and some have powers and some don't, and it works. People react to me the exact same way now that I'm open about what I am as they did when I wasn't. There has to be something in that. I just need to figure out what."
Ororo didn't look thrilled about it, but that was to be expected. Only a few years ago it'd been hard to separate the two of them, and now Kitty was going for as much distance as she could get. "You know if you change your mind, you always have a place with us."
Kitty managed a real smile at that, because it was always nice to have someplace where you knew you'd always be accepted. "I know."
[NFB, NFI, yadda yadda. Heavily adapted from X-Treme X-Men #30 because I was bored and this is what I did.]