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[cutting_edgex23]

X-23 doesn't look particularly tired as she makes her way through the back door.

She is sweaty, though, and there's a little bit of blood on her hands.

That's the trouble with claws.

And barehand punching of wooden dummies. Or trees. But you work with what you've got, right? She's learned that lesson well.

She's also learned to get food while she can, which explains why she's ensconced in a booth, one foot resting on the seat. Her hands are busy with a glass of Coke and her salad fork.

In the long run, that may not mean anything.

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Somebody's sort of boyfriend had borrowed her US history book, so Kate was working on some exercises in her Latin text instead.

She was also sitting in the booth next to X.

[cutting_edgex23]

There is a familiar smell (two, really) in the air, and X turns her head to look at the other girl.

"Hello."

As far as opening social gambits go, this one probably isn't too bad.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate glanced up, "Oh hi again." Small smile in greeting.

[cutting_edgex23]

Beat.

"You smell like Will."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

That smile became a frozen rictus.

"...." Yeah, Kate will be blushing and facepalming right now. Having no powers herself really sucks sometimes. Especially with nosy mutants.

[victoryisboring.livejournal.com]

There's bored-looking girl with long hair sitting nearby. Her long sleeves only leave her slender fingers peeking out. The blood on X's knuckles draws Mai's curious gaze. She does a good job of hiding it, but probably not a good enough job to keep X from noticing.

[cutting_edgex23]

X catches the look, and after a moment or two she turns to the other girl.

She does not look curious at all.

"It is mine."

The blood, that is.

[victoryisboring.livejournal.com]

"Sloppy," Mai says in a completely bored tone.

[cutting_edgex23]

"No."

X is being completely honest.

She wouldn't know sloppy fighting if someone told her she had to for the sake of the multiverse.

[reddragonloved.livejournal.com]

Reba walks toward the stairs slowly. She isn't in any hurry to go back upstairs.

[cutting_edgex23]

X looks up, attention caught by something that is familiar.

One of her own teammates, such as they are, is blind.

She frowns slightly, studying Reba.

"You do not see the future?"

[reddragonloved.livejournal.com]

"No." Reba says in confusion "What?"

[cutting_edgex23]

"You cannot see."

X sounds sure of that.

Unfortunately she fails to connect it with anything else.

[stilljustandrew]

*There's a young man nearby, looking a bit askance at the bloody knuckles.*

*He doesn't say anything, though.*

[cutting_edgex23]

X can almost feel him looking at her.

Plus she can smell him.

This might explain why she looks up, head tilting.

"It is mine."

Just so he does not think she is violent.

Um.

[stilljustandrew]

Oh.

*A beat.*

...you okay?

[cutting_edgex23]

X looks faintly startled.

Or she would if Andrew had experience in reading her body language.

"Yes."

Beat.

Beat.

"Are you?"

[conglomerelda]

In a booth across the way, Elda has abandoned her notes and maps of the Milliways grounds to simply watch the bar. Her badge is hanging around her neck, and she considers herself officially 'on duty'.

This doesn't discourage people watching and chatting, of course. Quite the opposite. Security has to foster good relations, after all!

"Hello," she says brightly.

[cutting_edgex23]

X looks over, muscles tensing faintly as she sees the beak.

"Hello."

Beat.

"You are a mutant?"

The smell isn't right, but--

[conglomerelda]

Elda blinks, and examines X-23 through one eye, then the other.

"I'm a griffin. What is a mutant?" Certain aspects of Earth science and culture had migrated into her world. That was not one of them.

[cutting_edgex23]

How to explain this . . .

snikt

"I heal."

Shortcuts are nice.

[taishar_malkier]

Lan notices blood.

Doesn't necessarily draw worrisome conclusions from it, but notices.

His eyes flick to X-23's hands, then her face, as he passes; it might be a greeting, of sorts.

[cutting_edgex23]

She looks up at him, nodding in turn.

"I heal."

It might be meant as reassurance.

Beat.

"Hello."

[taishar_malkier]

Lan inclines his head in response, and pauses by her table. Impassively, "There was a fight?"

She came in from outside.

[cutting_edgex23]

X shakes her head very briefly.

"Training."