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01st transformation . video . locks for erik & charles

[ She greets the barge with a smile. Her appearance is 'normal' - normal for a human. No blue skin or yellow eyes in sight. ]

Hi. [ And a little wave. She regrets it immediately. That's kind of embarrassing, isn't it? And not something that she should be doing, because she's here for a purpose. ] I'm Raven.

I heard a few of my friends were here, so I thought I'd come… help. I'm a warden.

And I'm here because I really believe that even if you're trapped, you still should have a chance to figure out who you are. I think that's important.

[ locked to Erik ]

Well, you thought I was crazy for trying, but I found you.

[ locked to Charles ]

[ She considered her approach to this for a long time. There are a lot of things that they should probably say to each other, and she's supposed to be responsible here. She can't just avoid him, as much as she wants to, while she gets her head together. ]

You should know that I'm here.

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You can do a lot more than that.

...anyway, sometimes it doesn't help, just to know that you can hide.

No. It doesn't.

I rarely bother. Metahumans aren't the political issue in my world that mutants are in yours, but I've been told time and time again how much happier I would be if I were more like everyone else. If I took drugs to suppress my abilities and scraped and bowed to the men who destroy everything I stand for.

But I don't doubt I'm preaching to the choir.

Someone offered a cure to make me look normal. Just my appearance, my ordinary appearance, not affecting my powers.

I didn't take it.

I'm pleased to hear it. You've got nothing to hide.

I thought he liked me before that. Turns out it was just my genes he was after.

[ ain't that always the case ]

I heard there's a greenhouse here. Do you... is it yours?

Technically it has a Warden as supervisor. Practically? It's mine more than it's anyone else's.

[fuck you sulu]

If you can actually make plants grow, what does the supervisor do?

Show up and fail to appreciate how meaningless his presence is. More or less.

{ She snorts, at that. ]

[Ivy smirks.]

I can show you, if you'd like.

The greenhouse?

Sure.

I'll meet you on deck. Just head up the stairs until they run out, if you've not been up there yet.

Meet you there.

[ She still is in her natural form when she gets up there. Blue-skinned, though she's a little uncomfortable being so exposed, looking like this. ]

[And Ivy, well, she's Ivy. Green, half-naked, hanging out near the doors to the greenhouse with one of her hybrid songbirds. When she sees Raven she takes a few steps through the garden in her direction, pleasantly surprised to see her still as herself.]

There you are.

[ Already, she envies Ivy's ease with herself. She might be half-naked, and beautiful, but it seems to Raven like it's for her, because she wants to be. Not because it's how other people want her to look.

When she steps inside, she looks to the songbird, because she thinks it'd be rude to stare at Ivy. ]

What kind of bird is that?

[ She's shy. ]

[Right on the money. Pamela was self-conscious, devoid of confidence, always looking to other people to tell her how to be - how to act, how to dress, what to say. Ivy does not take advice. If other people take issue with her, that's their problem, not hers.]

It used to be a rosefinch. Now it's in a classification of its own. [She lets it flutter over to Raven, landing on her shoulder.] Hybridising animals with plant DNA allows me to communicate with them.

That's amazing.

[ Her smile is bright and absolutely real. She glances to Ivy to make sure it's okay before lifting a hand to lightly brush a finger along the bird's feathers. ]

Thank you.

[Ivy smiles back and makes a permissive gesture.

She'll find they aren't quite feathers; instead, they're finely-fringed leaves, shimmering brownish-green. Hybridisation is a - hobby? - she took back up on the Barge after a long time not bothering, and her work has gotten a lot more subtle.]</small. I ought to ask, by the way. Do you prefer Mystique?

Yes. [ She does, actually. She glances back to Ivy, brushing her finger along a leaf's fringe. ] Do Charles and Erik talk about me? [ She assumes that's how Ivy would hear the name. ]

Not to me.

[She makes her way into the greenhouse. Lush and perfect as ever.]

But Charles was turned into you - a version of you, during a flood some time ago. That's when I heard your name.

[Her name. Not her pseudonym.]

[ A nod. ]

He told me that.

[ This bird might be one of the most amazing things she's ever seen. She'd forgotten that sense of awe, back when she first met the other mutants. ]

He keeps trying to warn me to go home.

[The plants turn towards her in a 'mommy mommy hi :D' sort of way as she moves around the planters and troughs.]

It's your decision. Though the Barge certainly isn't somewhere I'd choose to be if I had a choice. [She glances at the younger woman.] Do you have a choice?

Yes.

[ She can turn back and leave. That's one of the reasons she asked for a deal that wouldn't be heart-wrenching to lose. She isn't here for the deal, not really. ]

Then do you mind my asking why you're here?

Are you asking about the deal, or the more complicated reason?

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