arrival;
[ he's gotten used to this. whatever this is. being one place, getting his feet under him, then being yanked by the nose to another place and time with more need. it doesn't make it any less jarring, nor does it make his palms any less sweaty as he scans the horizon of this unfamiliar planet and tries to temper the feeling of it dying all around him.

( he doesn't need to go crazy, like nature girl did. but he can't shut it out entirely. not when he once terraformed a dead star. )

the golden mutant shifts uncomfortably where he stands, something like guilt flashing across his face when he looks down to the ground before forcefully averting his eyes and focusing on the here and now and not a far-fetched what if.

besides, he's got bigger things to worry about. like whether or not any enemies of the mutant state are here, or worse, his friends. he's been doing a bangup job at avoiding anyone and everyone in krakoa, but here there's no buffer of four other people in his skull. ]


audio; username: elixir

Hey, so. Two things.

First, gonna need a sound off of anybody whose got special attachment to the letter X.

Second, they said Jersey Shore wouldn't teach any valuable lifeskills but man was I wrong. [ and, like, you know - mojo world being a thing basically prepped him for this ] Who wants to make some ratings magic happen?

[ he's gonna get wrecked in the edit but what else is new? might as well make some drama for the cameras. ]

st★rlight soirée; endless waltz edition;
So... you come here often?

[ it's cheating, he knows that, but his powers are always on and any partner he dances with will find themselves regaining stamina should the second their fingers make contact with his.

but this gentle healing touch can go the other way. that's the line he's drawn in his head - he can ramp himself up (he can't help it) but he refuses to cut someone else down. ]

casino royale;
[ elixir is sporting a look this fine evening. solid gold, as flashy as can be. he's not enthused about the situation, being a spectacle no longer suits him in any way, shape, or form - but he can't deny he's thankful for every lesson emma drilled into his skull about decorum and elegance.

but that's really only going to go so far. josh is not a spy master, he's never much enjoyed the act of subterfuge and sabotage, and he's always been much too emotional to keep a facade up for long...

but he's handsome, and he's shiny, and he's played a shitton of black jack with a lot of terrible people. so maybe, just maybe, he'll come out tonight a winner.

except his mission for the night has shifted from information to you. you might feel the weight of josh's unsettlingly blank eyes on you every now and again as his attention diverts from the task at hand to you. no matter where you are. no matter where he is.

and as the night goes on, he's drifting closer and closer - until he's subtly inserting himself between you and a stranger. he can't explain it. just a bad vibe and a turn towards you that might be a little unnerving. ]

Is this guy bothering you?


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