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Hazel Taylor
 Posted: Oct 17 2017, 05:26 PM
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Hazel didn't know why she chose the rec room over the library today. It tended to be noisier but then she could also pretend she was still a student here and 'connecting' with other students. Also, it meant if any of the teens had questions she was around to answer them rather then having them bug Ollie about it.

Today she had her laptop open, the book she was reading for fun, and her biology textbook open next to her. She had training this evening which was one of the reasons she was at the mansion rather than her father's house. Well, that and giving him time alone with Nomi.

Hazel was far from a prude but she had been aware of her mother having sex and also had seen it a few times as a little child. She didn't need to see her father have it as well, or hear it.

Her red hair was braided behind her today, getting ready for the session. Her hands skimmed over the laptop. Feeling the electrons in it. PUshing it just a bit. She had to be careful though. She had two broken ones in her room here. One had melted outright when she tried to push it too hard and the other had just stopped working. Still, she had done it before and it seemed to take this time.

Seemed too being the keyword. Everything seemed to work fine as she started working on her essay. Referencing back to the textbook as she went. But her hands started to spark as she got tired and her focus on the speed of the computer lapsed. She heard the grinding before she saw it or smelled it. "Fuck." She shouted right before smoke started to come from the side. The screen turning a nice shade of blue and the distinctive smell of burning electronics.

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Quentin was no empath, but he wasn’t a stranger to emotions in people's thoughts either. As far as he was concerned, it was as simple as reading nonverbal cues. In fact, they were nonverbal cues, just not ones everyone could see. Even without the pouty look on someone’s face, Quentin could tell you if they were having a shit day or not. Some people would slam doors physically, but not before he’d picked up on the tantrum inside their head. Xavier was always quick to point out that he could readily calm these people; try to help them sort it all out rationally and better cope with whatever the hell it was they were trying to deal with. Quentin’s natural response, of course, had been simple.

Fuck that.

The telepath himself had been part of more than a few sessions of the time honored therapy known as Break Shit Until You Feel Better. Why should he take that away from someone else? Xavier was such a proponent of doing the right thing, but telling people how to think was only right about half the time. You could make people feel a certain way “to help them,” but it was more than frowned upon to readjust some anti-mutant asshat’s thinking or, even better (in Quentin’s eyes, at least,) convince them to take a long walk off a short cliff.

So when he noticed the figurative storm cloud forming over Hazel’s head as she lost control, ruining her laptop, he took a very hands off approach. Let her lose her shit over it. Be in a shitty mood. People were entitled to that, right? Even if she’d been the one fucking around with her computer in the first place. True, Quentin wasn’t going to talk Hazel down off whatever ledge she chose for herself, but that didn’t mean he was going to keep his nose out of it entirely. This was an opportunity for something, though what exactly was anyone’s guess, including Quentin’s.

He knew Hazel without really knowing her, which was generally enough when you were a telepath. They’d had a class or two together. She was smart enough, bit of an overachiever, really. Worked hard in classes that Quentin could easily sleep through; probably got about as irritated as anyone else when he got to be right (and a general asshole at the same time) without really trying. Hazel was the kind of girl teachers loved, and Quentin was the type of boy that teachers loved to fucking hate. It was just the natural order of things.

The telepath emerged from the kitchen, a cup of yogurt and spoon in hand just in time to hear Hazel swear violently, eyeing the computer with a dour look. He took a bite of some strawberry yogurt, studying the small smoke cloud for a second before swallowing the yogurt and speaking. ”Oh yeah?” He arched a pink brow, gesturing to the smoke with his spoon as he continued. ”I’m no genius, but...who are we kidding, of course I am. Yeah, it’s not supposed to do that. Breaking computers again, Hazel? If you’re bored, I’ve got a list. Adams would be devastated if you fragged his hard drive. All that weird porn probably took the better part of six months to scrap together off the internet.”

Quentin sank into a large, comfy looking chair and swung his legs over one of the arms in order to face Hazel. He took another bite or two from the yogurt, savoring the taste before his sighed, dropping the spoon into the plastic cup the yogurt had come in. He gave a very dismissive “I’m done with this” sort of gesture, and it flew off neatly into the closet trash can as Quentin laced his fingers together, hands resting on his stomach. ”How’s school? Still waving your hand eagerly until a professor calls on you? Or have you figured out that college professors are full of shit too?”

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There was always a frustration element to Hazel's powers. She never seemed to gain real control. The best she could get was that she wasn't constantly sparking out anymore. But get her emotional, agitated, or pissed off, well, then she started to slip. As it was now, annoyed and upset about this aspect of her power, one that she thought she might be able to do something cool with, sparks were dancing over her hands.

The apprentice of the purple haired boy was not helping her mood. True, her and Quentin barely knew each other outside of classes. They had a few together, and he was the type of person that annoyed her. A lazy know it all who didn't actually seem to bother learning much except could always answer the questions. He also always seemed so...smug. Once or twice she wanted to slap the smile off his face.

But they were also on the opposite ends in other ways. Hazel had a few friends but wasn't swimming in them. Most of her friends tended to be like she was, nerdy and geeky. Besides the fact that she was related to Xavier seemed intimidating to others. The purple haired telepath didn't seem to have the same kinds of problems.

She rolled her eyes about being a genius. "Not like you would ever be humble on that point." Her voice having just a bit of a snap to it. "I'm not looking for more to break, though if Adams computer is really full of that stuff, I'm not sure I want to go near it with a ten-foot pole. Probably all nasty inside and out." She made a little face. Who knew what he got on his keyboard while he looked at it. Not that anything electronic could infect her, but the idea of touching the computer kind of grossed her out.

She moved a little to face him better. Sighing at the display of his power while sparks still danced over her fingers. "School is fine. You decided to do anything productive with your life?" She countered. "And only some of the professors are full of shit. Most of them actually know something." She had figured out that her English professor said a lot of things to make himself sound smarter than he was, and that the grad student that ran her intro to psych course couldn't care less about being there.

"Have you decided to do something with your life or planning on still being here when you are fifty annoying everyone?"

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He laughed at her annoyance. She’d never liked him knowing all the answers and barely paying attention. But then, between his own intelligence and the ability to absorb knowledge from others like an overeager sponge, he hardly had to struggle with it. Homework? What was the point? He knew how to do it properly the first time. ”It’s called honesty, Hazel. It’s hardly bragging about being the smartest person in a given room if it’s true, now is it?” He shrugged. She’d taken the bait, though, and as she engaged him about someone else’s computer, he leaned forward a bit, eyes glimmering with amusement. ”Oh, please. You and I both know you wouldn’t have to touch it to fry it; not with those powers of yours. Just make with the zapping, and Adams’ll be in the worst porn draught since the Spanish Inquisition censored all that art.”

Plus he’d be handled for that shit he’d said to Cam, but Quentin didn’t need anyone knowing he was going around settling anyone else’s scores. After all, Cam probably wouldn’t like it, and anyone who knew might think he was getting soft, actually starting to give a shit about someone else. After all, he had a reputation to uphold. Couldn’t have people getting the wrong idea. As she mentioned doing something productive, he smirked, pushing his glasses a bit further up his nose. ”I could ask you the same question. Whiling away hours in a classroom isn’t exactly changing the world, is it?” No matter what Xavier wanted to tell them. It was just safer for all the little freaks to be locked away from all of the big bad humans, or even other mutants who would want them to hurt others. Teach them to hide behind people in leather and let others solve their problems for them. Hazel might be right; there were a few worthwhile teachers out there, but none of them could really keep up with him. ”Some of them know a few things worth knowing. But in the end, more than most are eager to peddle their particular worldview on someone else, so they have someone to nod along as they rant about this or that.”

Quentin pulled a set of keys from his pocket (one of the cars from the garage that he’d commandeered and twirled them about his index finger. Did he feel like he was really getting anywhere? No. But he wasn’t about to admit that to Hazel, who wasn’t even a telepath, much less on his level. No, he’d just continue on with his usual amount of swagger. ”Oh, you know how it is. Training with the Professor, making a little money here and there, and trying to make the old bald man see that he should have someone worthwhile teaching students. I mean, Xavier is all about letting the best person for each subject teach, until you come up with an idea that he doesn’t like.” The idea of getting old made Quentin stop twirling the keys and wrinkle his nose. It wasn’t an enjoyable one, really. That would imply staying here much longer than he deemed necessary. There’d need to be some reason to stick around, and he seemed to be running out of them as time drug on. ”If I make it to fifty. Don’t really plan on getting old and decrepit like some people around here. Even if I stuck it out, Xavier and the costume crew probably wouldn’t do much for my health.”

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Hazel didn't honestly know how she would have been if her powers had been psychic based rather then electricity based. She scowled at him as Quentin laughed though. Sure that just made him more amused than anything.

"It doesn't mean you have to. Don't you know, you make more friends with honey than vinegar?"She pointed out. Not that she had a ton of friends. Still, those she had were good ones. People she could count on. Tilting her head she wondered if he really had any and how lonely it was without them. "You don't always have to let everyone know you are the smartest. Sometimes letting others feel good about thinking they one-upped you is better." It had been a hard lesson for her as well and she had never been boastful.

As for the computer, she grinned for a moment with the thought. Kind of wanting to see Adams face when he found out. "Yeah and what do you get out of it?" She asked suddenly, feeling like she might be dragged into the middle of something. Not wanting to get in trouble because of the purple-haired boy.

"Yes and no." She responded about the hours in the classroom. "First, it lets people see a mutant and that we are just like them." She held up her fingers, the sparks still dancing on them just as a reminder that she wasn't always able to hide. "Two, what I'm learning might help in the future. Who knows what research can be found." Though for a moment it made her think that her mother always said similar things. "Third I couldn't have gotten into this program without being here first." She explained. Her school in Chicago was good, but it didn't have the whole genetics focus that she was able to do at Xavier's and now the biology degree at NYU.

She couldn't argue about the professors as a whole. Quentin was right about that and she HATED making him feel any cockier. So she shut her mouth even though her thoughts probably said as much as anything.

"Going somewhere?" She asked seeing the keys. "And he has plenty of people with experience and being the best teaching. Besides, do you really want to be a teacher?" Her eyes narrowed a bit. She was doing okay as a TA but pretty sure she would never make a great teacher. It required a level of patience she didn't have. ANd if she didn't have it Quentin sure wouldn't have.

She wrinkled her nose at him. "Don't say things like that." She whispered. "Of course you'll make it fifty. And how do you mean that they won't do anything good for your health?" There did seem to be two schools of thought here about handling the older students. Those, like Hazel, who assisted and still needed work on power control were allowed to stay and those that seemed to be okay with powers and didn't help out were eventually shown the door. She knew Q didn't go out of his way to help, but she didn't know anything about his power control either.

She stood up, sliding to put away the broken laptop and her books. "Come on, show me to Adams' computer.".


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Quentin arched a brow as Hazel suggested that he try to make more friends. If he was pretending to be a certain way to get them, then they weren’t likely to be good friends in the first place. Really, it was a wonder any of these people without telepathy survived in the world without help. ”You call them friends, I call them obnoxious hangers-on who want me to tell them if their crush likes them or if they’re going to get an A on their mid-term.” Not only that, she wanted him to pretend that others were smarter than him. So he could continue letting them be total idiots? ”Better just to let them know you’re a step above them and to let them wallow in their ignorance.” He laughed sharply, shaking his head at the electrokinetic. ”Hah, so I’m supposed to lie to them? First you’re telling me to play nice, now I’m to mislead these poor simple creatures; which is it, Hazel?”

Hazel asked why he’d bother to steer her toward Adams, and Quentin simply smirked and shrugged. He wasn’t about to tattle on himself, tell her what the young man had said about Cameron. This was a nice way to make the fucker pay, cut down on issues, and best of all accor to the Bald Man, no one got hurt. Well, thankfully computers weren't people.”Amusement, entertainment...maybe two or three fewer filthy thoughts about what he’d like to do to particular staff and students who fit his “type?” I mean, a man’s allowed to dream, but he’s taken it a bit too far.” An idea seemed to strike the telepath and he beamed, meeting Hazel’s gaze. ”I could share an example of his, if you like.”

Hrm, more of the same drivel that the Professor espoused. Treat them like neighbors and friends, show them we aren’t so different. Quentin scoffed aloud at the idea, shaking his head. ”Are we really though? I could convince them all they’re rabbits and you could cook them with electricity, probably both inside of five minutes.” The uncertainty surrounding the time was surrounding her powers, not his. He twirled the keys idly on a finger as he continued. ”Just how alike are we really? Some of us might look the same, but at the end of the day, we’re miles ahead, Hazel.”

Research...sure, Hazel couldn’t just do as he did and take information she needed, but...really? She was one of the better normal students the school had turned out. Just because he was ahead of her didn’t mean he’d sell her short. ”Just read a book or a science journal instead. You don’t need to place yourself under the crippling yoke of student debt for that. Really, Hazel; you’re smarter than most. You don’t need them to spoon feed everything to you.”

Besides, most people ended up with a small house’s worth of debt to learn what he could learn on a lunch break; how embarrassing was that? Still, it was Hazel or Future Hazel’s money to do as she pleased with. He looked to the key for a moment before making a face and responding. ”I haven’t decided yet. Maybe I’ll borrow one of the cars and go for a drive. Anywhere sounding good?” Okay, so Hazel wasn’t sold. But she was smart enough; Quentin could appeal to that. You couldn’t intelligently argue with logic, after all. ”Think about it for a minute. Socrates, Plato, Aristotle, da Vinci. Arguably some of the most intelligent men of their respective times. Each of them taught to some extent. Really, who’s better qualified? Put me in front of any expert on a subject, and I’d be able to cover their material just as good, if not better, with less than a half hour to prepare.”

Well, maybe longer if he wanted to eat lunch and work at the same time. Half an hour just wasn’t enough time to work and eat properly. He rolled his eyes as Hazel chided him for talking about death. ”What, am I just supposed to think it?” He shook his head, crossing his arms as he eyed her, explaining himself. ”I mean, look. The whole Alkali thing, I don’t suppose you know the whole story? Before our time. Anyway, a bunch of armed soldiers came here, kidnapped some students a while back. Some of the staff and students had to go on the run, go grab the Professor with old Buckethead’s help, then run like hell before the whole place came down on them. S’why Jean the Late, Jean the Great’s not around anymore.” Jean, the woman that people seemed so fond of comparing him to. She was the reason the Professor was holding out on him, after all. ”Let’s not mince words, I’m incredibly good at what I know how to do, but if that happens again, some group of idiots manages to get the drop on a school full of mutants again...well, you never know what the odds would be in a situation like that. Luck could play far bigger of a role than I’d like.”

Luck was something even intellect could never really account for. That odd chance that something might go exactly wrong (or right depending on what end of things you were on,) was irritating to no end. But as she agreed to ruin the computer, Quentin grinned and hopped to his feet. Much better. He motioned for her to follow as he walked toward the boys’ dorms. ”Now you’re talking sense. Follow me. Pretty sure he’s off studying or something anyway.”

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Hazel let out a laugh. "Maybe that's part of the problem then. Stop enabling them. It doesn't matter if Mary likes Bobby. Or if Andy is going to fail the midterms. You are probably making things worse if you do tell them. There is a reason the phrase is 'don't kill the messenger'." She pointed out. Not trying to be mean about it, just informing him.

She also wasn't terribly sure Quentin was really understanding her. He didn't have to change who he was, just how he presented himself. "It's both. Not to mislead them...just...maybe try to help the. For example, if I'm struggling with a..." She took a moment to think of a subject that she did have problems with. "English essay. Yes, you could reach into my mind or the teachers, figure out what the answer should read and tell me. Or you could try to lead me there. No rubbing it in their faces and no lying. Everyone benefits and maybe you even make a friend who is more willing to come to you about something else." Nevermind that when he inevitably slipped, there would be that buffer zone.

She made a face when the pink-haired boy asked if she wanted to know about the dirty thoughts. "That's really okay." She didn't need to be a telepath to have a very good idea what Adams was thinking.

Even before finding out her relation to the Professor, a relationship she didn't actually rub in people's faces, she still believed in his ideas. Peaceful coexistence. She had no desire to be an X-Man, no desire to use her powers in any way except to find ways of helping. "You are right, we could. What makes us better is that we don't. Humans aren't going anywhere, not while we are alive at least, and which would you rather have? Us being dragged to Cure clinics and put in camps and registered or us allowed to just be able to be around humans like normal?" She asked, serious. It was clear which one she wanted. Hazel just wanted to live her life. She only cared about mutant politics because she was a mutant. "Besides if a man with a gun can shoot you, you are just as dead as any other human. So maybe most of us aren't that different in the first place." Granted that wasn't true for everyone. But as far as Hazel knew, Quentin was just as squishy as the rest of them.

"You do know books and journals only deal with things after they have been researched in the first place. So someone needs to do it. And who says I am under any crippling debt?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Hazel was smart, she got good grades. Her living costs were close to nil, splitting time between the mansion and her father's place. She had a scholarship that took care of the tuition. Her mother had, surprisingly, stepped up and took care of the book costs, with her father also helping out with them. So most of her expenses were in commuting and various little supplies. She was really surprised that Quentin actually complimented her, flushing slightly.

Hazel just rolled her eyes at him. "You know it is more than just learning the information that allows one to teach right?" She wasn't answering about the car, with no idea where she would go. Though if she was driving maybe she'd drive North and go see Niagra falls. "There is a skill that goes with it. A way of organizing and presenting and yes, you might have the KNOWLEDGE but you don't have the skill. Not just like that." Though Hazel didn't know enough about his powers to know for sure that was true. It was true for most. Knowing and presenting were different skills. Something she was learning the hard way.

She bit her lip as he talked. Of course, she knew about the attack, it was built into the school legend by this point. She knew about this Jean Grey. "So what Quentin? Live hard, die young? That's a stupid way to live. Why be so sure you are going to die? Things change every day." Then again she accidentally shot her Uncle when her powers erupted and he almost died so maybe he wasn't that wrong. "If it does happen, come find me. I'll be sure to keep you safe." Grinning widely at him.

Luck you couldn't count on but you could stack the odds a bit. Hazel could provide some protection after all and her powers were offensive and active.

When he hopped up, she followed. Unsure about the odd course of the conversation now. "I swear though if this comes back to bite me I'm letting them all know it was you." Though she wasn't sure she actually would. Not when everything was said and done. Glancing around as they headed to the male dorms, not sure if she was really supposed to be in here.


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Quentin snorted at the idea of telling people all the pointless garbage they wanted to know. What was he, a Magic 8 Ball? They’d have more luck getting their answer that way, unless there was something in it for Quentin and, frankly, there rarely was. He shook his head, an annoyed expression on his face. ”Hah, you actually think that I’d tell them any of that trite shit? Then you don’t know me at all, Hazel. But it’s inevitable, some idiotic soul takes it upon themself to try and answer the question “the easy way” rather than just getting their shit together and asking. They inevitably end up running from mysteriously flying objects.”

Hazel really was drinking the Kool-Aid on all this friend business. It was disappointing, really. He knew she was smarter than that. But intelligence and idealism conflicted too often, it seemed. After all, how else did you account for someone like the Professor? All the intelligence in the world, but so set on letting people “solve their own problems.” Quite frankly, some people couldn’t be trusted to open a jar of fucking pickles properly, much less live their lives without oversight. ”But what if you could actually see into someone’s mind, Hazel, and actually understand that these friends everyone values so much, people only really see them as a means to an end. You know, people get categorized as “The guy I can ask for a ride,” or “the person I cry to when my boyfriend’s an idiot.” You do it too, you’re just not really aware of it. But you seek out certain people based on the circumstances, yes? Think about that the next time you call or text someone; how good a friend are they really? How good a friend are you? It changes your perspective a bit.”

He smirked at Hazel’s hurried refusal to look at any of the kid’s thoughts. Couldn’t say he blamed her, really. It was one of many reasons Quentin liked to walk places with headphones on; the music helped him tune out annoying, irritating or weird thoughts that he might encounter in the hall. And weird in this place was saying something. The telepath shrugged. ”Yeah well, if you change your mind, just let me know. There are some...interesting corners, shall we say, in that kid’s head.”

Okay, sure. You could promote cooperation all day, but there were just some people whose minds you couldn’t change by normal means. Yet they were just supposed to sit on their hands and let them arrive at the proper conclusion? Thanks but no thanks; he might as well wait for the rest of the students to suddenly develop psychic powers. What a waste of time. ”But if we do nothing, aren’t we just as guilty? Things are turning to shit out there, and we could reach out and stop it. I could literally reach into someone’s mind, flip a little switch, and make them stop hating mutants. But that’s just not right, according to the Professor.” You couldn’t really win that way, Quentin had already decided. Morals were a shit way to play the game. If you were idle and someone died, you failed. If you did something proactive and saved a life but broke some rules, you were bad. Ridiculous. As for putting himself in danger… ”If someone could neutralize my abilities or drill me outside my range, I’d be fucked. But if I can pick out someone’s mind before something like that happens, they’d be mopping up that person’s drool for the rest of their pointless little life.”

The voice he’d spoken in was oddly calm for a person talking about getting shot or stripping someone of their higher brain functions. But then, that was Quentin for you. Not much bothered him, especially when you used “normal people” as a barometer. As he led the way through the boys’ dorms, he shrugged easily at the question of college. ”I’m just saying you could actually put the knowledge to use instead of scurrying around in some lab learning new things. Some people just think, other people do.” Ha, as if he couldn’t teach. Quentin shook his head. ”If it’s a learnable skill, I can scoop the same knowledge out of someone’s head in less than the time it would take you to get the seeds out of a pumpkin. It’s all information in someone’s brain, and thus all relative.”

The smug telepath shot her an amused look when she offered to have his back when things went down. She had to be joking. He already knew she didn’t really care much for him. But then again, she was still in on this whole all for one thing. He chuckled. ”Get real, sister. You just want a psychic on your side when shit hits the fan; as well you should.”

After all, telekinetic barriers and making people black out (or worse) was more than useful in an attack on the school, if it ever happened again. He moved easily down the hall, more than a little amused at her unease as they went. He didn’t flinch at the declaration that she’d turn him in if they got caught. Why wouldn’t she? Most people would do anything to save their ass. ”Tell them whatever you want. Let’s not pretend anyone will be surprised, Hazel. Just another questionable antic from the resident troublemaker.” Quentin stopped in front of a door, and there was a resounding click that echoed through the hallway. The telepath made a brushing gesture forward, and the door swung smoothly open as he looked to Hazel. ”Shall we?”

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Hazel gave a little shrug. "I don't really know what you are telling people." Mostly because she didn't go to Quentin for most things. They didn't have a lot of friends in common. "I don't suppose you have anything to do with the flying objects." She gave a little laugh and shook her head. It was amusing to think of some of the other students running from various things that started to fly around.

Hazel was more of the opinion that sometimes people did need to learn to open the jar of pickles themselves. If you didn't trust them, then you had to work up to the pickles. She cocked her head, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "You're right, if I could see in their mind and see how people thought of me, then yeah I might have a different outlook." She wasn't unsympathetic to him. And she couldn't answer his questions. She was quiet and probably kind of a shit friend in some ways. She sometimes was bad about remembering to reach out to people and she knew that others used her for her smarts.

Maybe they couldn't change some minds by cooperation but they could maybe stop people from flipping sides. "Maybe we are, but if we use our powers to force minds to change, don't you think they are going to resent it? And if they come out from under control they are just going to hate us all the more." She didn't think any of them could keep someone under control forever.

She had kind of gotten used to some of the quirks of the boy she was walking with, including the way he talked about getting shot and stripping out people's brain functions. It was just Q. "It's the same deal with humans as with other people. More with honey than vinegar."

Hazel wasn't really used to being in the boys' dorm so she stayed close to the pink-haired boy. "So I'm doing. How would you put my knowledge to use?" She was curious about what he really thought she could do.

She actually did mean what she said. "No actually, I mean I won't turn it down but seriously, I'm here Quentin." She offered. They did have to stick together. Not just as mutants.

As for turning him in, mostly it was a joke. She was more likely to just be quiet then tell anyone who put her up to it. "It was a joke." She muttered. Running a hand through her red locks. "You don't have to be the troublemaker you know. You can just find other ways to deal with things." She wasn't really surprised to hear the click.

She nodded and moved in. Nice to see his laptop just laying on the desk. She grinned. "I have an idea..." She sat in front of it and put her hands on it. Sparks connecting her to it. A small smile on her face.

She finally stood up and grinned at Q. "So the next time he turns it on, it should error out and speed up, overheating and fragging it." With no sign that they had been there. Of course, she hadn't really done this before. "Can we like get out of here now? I feel a little odd being on the boys side." She admitted with a little giggle. She shouldn't care. She was old enough that it shouldn't matter that much.


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She was right, of course. She wasn’t one of the idiots bothering him, and she didn’t read minds like he did. How was she supposed to know? But despite knowing exactly what the girl meant, Quentin couldn’t resist an opportunity to be clever. He shrugged curtly, looking to the redhead. ”To fuck off, mostly.” She hypothesized about the so-called floating objects, and Quentin scoffed at the idea, though his expression quickly dissolved into a smirk. ”Of course not. That would be absurd. Besides, then they wouldn’t be mysterious.”

She admitted that things might be different, something most people failed to do. They were always eager to talk about how great it must be to read minds when they hadn’t considered the drawbacks. Make no mistake, Quentin wasn’t crying about how bad he had it, but it was much more than people automatically assumed. ”People seem to think hearing everyone’s thoughts is amazing, but they rarely consider the downsides…”

He shrugged as she worried that messing with people’s minds might cause backlash. He had no doubt that it would, but he would contend that none of the proposed solutions were perfect; at least his got shit done. He didn’t need to turn all the humans into bowing and scraping servants, but if it was that or something worse, he knew what he’d do. ”Is it really that different from the way things are now? They resent us anyway; might as well get some peace and quiet out of it for a while.” All this talk about friends...Quentin made a sour face, and hook his head. the last thing he wanted were more yammering masses hanging around, muddying up his thinking. ”I think I’ll stick to the quality over quantity mentality. It’s gotten me this far, at least.”

Interestingly enough, she was genuinely asking for his input. He gave it a moment of thought before responding, a slight edge to his voice. ”You want to be a scientist? Get some practical experience; go work in a lab or something. Hell, whether or not the teachers want to admit it, we have a pretty good one here. Practical experience is going to trump ten chapters of physiology any day of the week.” Books spoonfed things, and even then, hands on learning was far more sticky in the human mind. Studies had shown that much. ”Back before X-rays and all that shit, people cut dead people open to learn how we worked. Not the most sanitary thing, but their lust for knowledge was apparent.”

Hazel insisted that she’d be there for him, and surprisingly, she was genuine. The telepath was all too aware of the fact, given his gifts. In all honesty, he wasn’t quite certain how to respond. It was one of the few times that someone had promised that sort of thing (the only other really just being Cam,) and it was weird to actually believe her. Rather than let her know he was put off balance by it, the telepath merely shrugged. ”Noted.” He was happy to move the discussion on to other topics, as she asserted that it had all been a joke, of which he was already aware. ”It really doesn’t matter if you were or not, even if I already have that answer. The fun thing about getting labels is shirking it when people least expect it. Or using it to get things done. Everyone else looks at me and thinks Oh, that’s Quentin, up to no good again, but that’s it. They never bother to ask themselves why. Makes it simpler that way.”

The door swung open and the computer awaited them, a little reading lamp turned on, illuminating the thing like something from a film. Hazel inched toward it, the gears turning in her head, and Quentin chuckled to himself. Despite the fact that he could see the idea forming, people seemed to feel the need to inform him of what they thought was a particularly good one. As she did so, he made a gesture shooing her toward the laptop. ”Mmm. Well, go on then. Put it into practice.”

Quentin watched as she worked her “magic” on the computer, electricity arcing between Hazel and the laptop. Not bad, honestly. Not bad at all. It was handy to have her along. He could have wrecked the computer himself, but this had a nice little layer of subtlety that meant no one could tie it back to either of them. Quentin gave her a small golf clap as she stepped back toward him. ”Nicely done. Burn out the security failsafes so it loses it and goes off the rails.” He nudged her gently in the ribs as they stepped outside, the door shutting behind them and the lock slipping back into place with a soft klik. ”See? I told you you were clever.”

She giggled like a school girl when she mentioned being nervous in the boys’ dorms. Really, now? She was how old, and she hadn’t really done any sneaking around in the other genders’ dorms? Hrmph; apparrently some people were late bloomers. Oh well, to each their own. He smirked to her, tilting his head. ”Oh yeah? Haven’t been sneaking around to visit a secret boyfriend lately?” He nodded down the hall, back toward the main building, though not in any real direction. ”Just lead the way, I’ll follow you. My errand’s done, so it’s all you now.”

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Hazel knew she could have bothered Quentin before in the past, but she had no reason to. They were different social levels and it wasn't like either of them needed the other for help in school. She did wind up rolling her eyes with his quip. Hazel was far from popular but she did have friends. She thought Q's life sounded a bit...lonely. She knew on some level that he could probably hear the thought but she also didn't just keep her thoughts to herself. She didn't check it.

The other thing Hazel had learned being here was that for every cool power there seemed to be a downside. She fainted and often sent of bits of electricity even when she didn't mean to. Mostly harmless but still like a little shock. There was Cam who lacked a mouth. Joshua had golden skin. Hearing peoples thoughts, knowing how many random little things went through her head on a daily bases, that sounded like torture. Not knowing which things were important and trying to keep secrets to yourself. It was a power she was glad she didn't have.

She cocked her head thinking the answer over. "Yeah it is. They might resent us but they will actively hate us if they find out. Who knows what some one might do in that situation." A small shudder as she thought about it. Of humans stabbing mutants in the head to stop it.

Hazel also understood the quality over quantity. She didn't have many friends but those that she did have were worth all the babbling idiots every day of the week. "You think I don't? I spent a lot of time in the lab. But real research places? They want the paper that says I went to school. I like working here but if I want a real job, I need the paper." Yes some days it was stupid and pointless but other days she learned new skills. "We still cut cadavers open to learn things. Easier to learn anatomy that way." She pointed out.

If Hazel knew that her response to being there had surprised Quentin she might have been a little surprised as well. Not used to the pink haired boy being stunned at all. She couldn't help the small giggling as he said noted. As if it was just a minor detail. She also heard maybe just a little bit of bitterness about the label issue. Wondering if he really wanted to keep fitting into the slot that had been decided. SHe was the 'good girl' and 'good student' and some days she resented both labels. Still, she rarely pushed the lines so there wasn't a fight against the label. Had she been labeled a problem, who knew what might have happened or if she would have tried to rebel against them (maybe even reinforcing the problematic ones?). Yes, Hazel knew that Quentin could read her mind on what she planning but a force of habit and walking herself through it as well meant she said it out loud. She nearly beamed at him as she finished and he clapped. It was odd to use her powers this way but she had burned out enough computers now to figure out a few things. "Just never done anything like this on purpose before." She flushed a little with the nudge in the side.

And yes, she was very much a late bloomer. Only recently becoming comfortable in her skin. So much of her twoish years at the school terrified of her powers and how they might hurt someone. But the last six months her powers had really grown and so had her control. Which meant that some of the fear started to melt away. She laughed with his reply. "No. No secret boyfriends here." Though she did wonder what it might be like...and part of her mind couldn't help but insert the boy standing next to her into the image.

She paused for a moment and then looked at Quentin. "We could always see your room." Wondering if he'd take her there. It didn't matter much one way or another but she was kind of curious to see it and they were already over here.



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She wasn’t wrong; if one of those pea-brained intolerant dickheads ever broke free, there would be hell to pay, for someone at least. But as far as who...well, Quentin knew who he’d put money on, if it was a gamble. After all, one of them would lash out irrationally, and he’d be available to give them a fucking aneurysm. Perhaps that was why the Professor was so wary of him teaching. He could teach, but Baldy worried about how far he’d go to prove a point. ”I may not know now, but I could figure it out before they did whatever it was they were planning on.” Quentin didn’t get into gory detail, but it was clear that the iea didn’t really bother him in the slightest. He shrugged easily. ”You do what you have to do to protect yourself. Isn’t that how we got here in the first place, survival of the fittest?”

She wanted to get sharp about him suggesting she spend more time in the lab than in class, and Quentin arched in brow at the words. Yes, well, perhaps she was spending too much time worrying about what other people said she had to do. ”I think that it’s a place that suits you better than the classroom, Hazel. You don’t need some institution to give you permission to research something. Steve Jobs dropped out of college before founding Apple with Wozniak. He didn’t wait for a piece of paper to come in the mail to tell him he could do something, he just did it.” Was Hazel another Steve Jobs? That much was unclear; she was intelligent, but it seemed she lacked the sort of drive necessary for anything like that. Perhaps she could surprise him. ”Don’t let other people’s ideas of how things should work limit you, Hazel. People are fucking idiots; seriously, the selfie stick is something people actually use.” Yes, cadavers were still commonplace now, but it hadn’t always been so. Some brave souls had to cross that line first before to determine they weren’t all going to hell or whatever mystical demonspace people believed in at the time. ”True, but back then, it was a huge taboo. We were robbing graves to understand how things worked. Knowledge comes at a price, and not always the one we expect.”

Hazel was bashful about using her powers for a bit of fun, which was...well, honestly not all that surprising. It wasn’t all X-Men missions and responsible use of blah blah. In fact, where Quentin was concerned, it never was any of those things. But Hazel was cut from a different cloth than he was; that much was clear. ”You should look into it. It’s good to be able to do as you please instead of what someone else wants you to do.” She seemed brush off the idea of a secret boyfriend, though Quentin chose to ignore the thoughts that flickered through her mind for the time being. She’d just unintentionally done him a solid, and he was more pleased to get back at the kid for Cam than any enjoyment he might derive from needling her about the images in her head. He merely shrugged. ”There’s still time. I mean, you’re technically an adult now, so there’s not much point in sneaking around, but I guess the option is always there.”

Hell, some of the staff liked to think they were sneaking around. But then, telepath. And besides, it wasn’t like Baldy himself didn’t know. Quentin led the way down the hall and away from the scene of the crime, turning back to her as she mentioned his room. Maybe some of those funny ideas were leaking into her redheaded little brain. ”As you like. I think Cam is off on some photography stuff at the moment, so you don’t need to worry about getting outed. Not terribly subtle though; first you’re worried about getting caught in the boys’ dorms, next you’re asking to see my room.”

He snorted, turning back to walk on toward the room he shared with the voice-thieving mutant. It was actually surprising that Cam hadn’t taken his voice. It was something that seemed to happen often enough, given that Cam needed one now and then and Quentin didn’t specifically need it when telepathy would suffice. True, he knew that Cam was fond of his voice and the swagger that it carried with it, but it was really like loaning someone your car when you had a motorcycle; you could still make due. A short jaunt down the hall ended, and Quentin turned, a door swinging open of its own accord. The telepath nodded at the room and walked in easily. ”This is it,” he proclaimed, moving to sink into a very nice, large leather desk chair. It was clear which side was which, with magazine photos and actual prints all over Cameron’s walls. On Quentin's side, the only decoration hanging on the walls was a single poster of an older David Bowie, holding a finger up to his lips as if to hush the viewer. A set of white and gold Beats lay neatly on his desk, with a number of books to one side, a reading lamp on the other. Qunetin watched the girl as she moved into his room, examining her surroundings. He pointed as he talked. ”Home sweet home, or whatever. Cam’s stuff is over there, and mine is right here.” He shrugged. It was no luxury apartment or anything, but it was home for now. ”Doesn’t really look like much, but everyone’s gotta have somewhere, right?”

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Hazel could be as stubborn as anyone. Digging her heels in to prove a point. She, usually, gave in if she was wrong but sometimes? It was just to prove the point. It was why she didn't do much more than tutor. She already knew how scientists could get into fights over the smallest thing. Being stubborn and sticking to your guns really was important.

"Survival of the fittest almost makes you sound like one of those Brotherhood members." Hazel pointed out. She wasn't totally sure how wrong the idea was truthful. It was clear that the reason humanity was panicking was because of the feeling like they were being replaced. She already knew Q felt like they were better than humans. But she didn't on a whole.

Quentin kept going on a lab thing and she played with the end of her braid. "Look, I don't disagree about the lab. I love being in a lab. Unless I work for my mom..." And the images of all the ways that going wrong flashed through her head for a moment. "Labs need stupid papers...and Steve Jobs and, for that matter, Bill Gates, were working in areas that until then hadn't really existed. Both of them had lots of money. It's all well and good to talk about creating Apple in the garage but home computers like that weren't really a thing. I can't magic up a lab. I use the one here, but unless I have some amazing mutation breakthrough, then I'll likely still have to have a degree to keep doing the work I want to do." There was some resignation in her voice, and there were now sparks dancing over her fingers. Her temper rising just a bit. If she could do her lab work, then she wouldn't be in school. She couldn't exactly make money ethically with her studies, and even unethically meant that it was more fuel for the FOH and she wasn't going to give them anything.

She let out a giggle about the selfie stick. "I was at the park between classes the other day and nearly got smack by one of those stupid things. The people weren't paying attention...of course, I bet they are still figuring out how their cell phone fried." She got a little smirk on her face. Hazel didn't often randomly fuck up people's shit but that time she couldn't help herself. "And you'd know better than most about knowledge having a cost." After all, he said it himself how easily he could pick up knowledge. So was his cost his humanity? The way he talked about things made her wonder how much was really there. Or maybe he was closer in many ways to Magento than the man that ran this place.

She just rolled her eyes about the sneaking around. "It's kind of pointless. I don't think anyone would successfully be snuck around my father, and here? I mean it's run by a telepath and is pretty locked down." She shook her head. The reality was that even if she had a boyfriend, which seemed unlikely, she'd need to be honest. Sneaking around past a normal father was one thing, but once someone found out just who her father was, well it was hard to imagine that they'd want to be snuck through the house OR that they'd want much do with her.

There was a nod of acknowledgment about Cam being gone. Hazel hadn't interacted with the mouthless mutant much. Probably less than Quentin so her thoughts on them were limited. It was probably easier that way. There was an odd sort of glamor to them that Hazel would never have. The thought went away as again, she rolled her eyes. "Please, they can't actually prove it was me and being in the boy's dorm isn't actually a crime." She pointed out with a grin. Understanding more and more how this worked. "As for your room, well, I'm already here." She wasn't super sure what she was expecting. Something crazy and outlandish she supposed. Yet somehow Q's half of the room felt very him. Maybe more so than Cam's half. Thinking that her room and his weren't that different. Unable to help herself, she went over to the stack of books and skimmed them. "Considering how little space we have, I think it looks just fine. And honestly? I think some people at school would find the space luxurious." they were a bit bigger than the standard dorm after all. For her, this place was still home. Yes, she had a room at her father's and like her room here, it was covered in little bits of electronics and books. But it didn't have the small touches.

"You reading anything good? How about how to take over the world by the time you are 25?" She grinned, sitting down on the floor. Not sure she wanted to sit on his bed.

She was comfortable with Q. She didn't expect him to try anything and even though she knew he could, that she couldn't do anything if he really wanted to, there was a trust. And she had a feeling he needed another friend.


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Quentin scoffed as he heard the derision in her voice. He might not be on board with the Brotherhood’s methods per se, but that didn’t mean that some of what they had to say wasn’t worthwhile. Funny how people were quick to dismiss something when they didn’t agree with it 100%. He shook his head at her. ”Don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater, Hazel. Just because I think someone’s an absolute fucking idiot doesn’t mean they might actually have a valid point. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut occasionally.”

And there were probably so many angles of science that hadn’t been discovered yet, particularly when mutants were just beginning to become part of the world stage. But if Hazel wasn’t going to hear him out, she could waste her time in classes. It was hers, after all, not his. He sighed, nudging his glasses a bit further up the bridge of his nose before shaking his head as they walked. Maybe some day she’d realize what he was getting at. ”Just keep looking, Hazel. You never know what you’ll find that might change things.”

He grinned as she talked about messing with someone’s smartphone who was using one of those stupid things. Someone was actually admitting to enjoying being bad. It was more than a little amusing to hear that Hazel might actually enjoy something like that. Perhaps she wasn’t quite so perfect after all. ”Look at the teacher’s pet, frying her first smartphone!” He gave her an appraising look as they walked, clicking his tongue slightly. ”Not bad, red. We’ll have you shorting out someone’s Xbox out of spite in no time.” Hazel might never really know how right she was, because Quentin wasn’t about to tell her. He shrugged coolly, giving her an arched brow. ”Maybe I just learned that lesson a lot faster than the rest of the losers around here. We already know I’m a quick study.”

He laughed at the idea of really needing to sneak around the mansion. Sure, the Professor wasn’t going to let a student murder another one or anything, but by and large, people were going to do what they were going to do. There had been several students he’d witnessed doing something stupid, and the Professor hadn’t rolled himself out there to stop them from breaking an arm or whatever. ”Eh, the Professor’s soft. He wants people to learn on their own, make their own mistakes. Unless you were doing something potentially life threatening or world ending, I doubt he’d bother with it.”

She started to work it all out for herself. There was her excuse, that no one could prove anything. Quentin grinned a little. Not too shabby, she just needed to work on her alibi a little more. After all, he was probably the last person you wanted to use as a character witness. Quentin was much less concerned about someone’s after hours activities than most people. ”You’re learning!” Quentin clapped his hands enthusiastically. ”Next, I’ll have to get you a fake ID. Not going to be able to get into many bars without one.”

Had she even drank? He could poke around in her head to find out, but if he had to bet before he looked, he would have to say no. Quentin leaned back, propping his feet up on the desk as he looked to Haze, then back to the books at his desk. Amusing that she was nearly spot on. ”Mm, just finished 48 Laws of Power, so not too far off. But if it takes me til 25, then I’ve been slacking. Do me a favor? Just take me out into a field and fry my brain if I wait that long.” Quentin made a quick gesture, and the book, red with a blue stripe down the middle, lifted itself and glided gently over within reach of Hazel. ”It’s worth a read, if you haven’t before. Here, I’m done with it anyway.”

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Hazel believed that everyone could and sometimes did have things to say that she wouldn't agree with. No one was right or wrong all the time. But on a whole, the Brotherhood was wrong more than they were right. She even hated the name. Brotherhood. Survival of the Fittest was great when they were all little mammals roaming around fighting to survive. Humanity should have grown past that idea. She supposed that there were probably points that were correct that the brotherhood believed but she didn't really know them. Not off the top of her head at least.

She did hear him out, and honestly, if Hazel thought she could skip the classes and just go do what she wanted? She would do so in a heartbeat. That wasn't the way the world work and she had two uphill battles already. Three if people realized who she was related to...either of her parents really. "I am never going to stop." She confirmed. Wanting to find something that would change...everything. But then didn't ever scientist?

She wasn't used to being bad, or admitting it. But this had been fun and it was only to Quentin. Flushing just a bit as he called her the teachers bet. "Those I've shorted out on accident." She frowned a little, the people playing had been super upset at her.

She suspected that she was correct about the idea of the humanity. Everyone knew something was a little...different with Q. It was hard to put her finger on it. More than just amoral. Then there were flashes of humanity still in him. He was a bit of a puzzle to the redhead and she just decided that that answer might be he needed another friend.

"Isn't that good though? A chance for us to work things out? Aren't we here to learn how to think and how to be a mutant? Learn how to grow up and be responsible adults?" She asked him honestly. Did that extend to sneaking around? She had no idea. It wasn't like Hazel had anyone to sneak around with.

She grinned when he mentioned fake id but shook her head. "Nah I'm good." Maybe that was a step too far. Or maybe it was that she never really cared to drink. Clubs were far from her scene and if she wanted something to drink, she'd ask her dad. It just wasn't something she worried about. She wasn't in a rush. Her mom had drank a lot, and Hazel still had little bits of fear of turning out like the worst parts of her mother. Even though it was unlikely to happen.

"Okay, so when you turn 25 fry your brain. Got it." She laughed at the idea. Watching as the book glided over to her. Taking it. She made a face but took the book. "Thanks I think. Not really what I'm in too. Do you read any fun books? Stuff that isn't about taking over the world?" Considering how close in age they were, and considering how they had classes together for years, it still felt odd that Hazel knew so little about the purple haired boy. Well, no time like the present to change that.

"What else do you for fun?"


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