11797/Sometimes, the Russian Apologizes to You!

Sometimes, the Russian Apologizes to You!
Date of Scene:	19 July 2020
Location:	Jeremy's Room (West Halls), Xavier's School
Synopsis:	NO hugs are given, and Piotr is shown Jeremy's capable side when he tries to speak with the young man about stray words spoken in the kitchen.
Cast of Characters:	Colossus, SpyderByte

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Colossus has posed:
    The big man gives the younger man some space, but not too much. Piotr is not a counselor. Indeed, he is actually moving to undo the damage caused by what he believes is an inadvertent slip up by one of the counselors. As Jeremy starts to vanish into his room, Piotr's hand slides in between the door and the jam. "Tovarisch?" Piotr's voice is low and deep, but in this instance it is gentle. He is quiet and calm, but the word is a question and a plea.
    "Allow me to come in? I would make things right. Is important I do it. You deserve to feel safe here. I have some experience at being young and alone here. Will you let me, comrade?"
    Piotr hangs back, only his hand violating the sanctity of Jeremy's room.

SpyderByte has posed:
As he steps into his room, the one thing that one would notice is that it's hot as heck inside here. He has a computer set up with three monitors and it's running all day. The windows aren't even cracked to let in fresh air and the lights aren't even bothered to be turned on. Once Jermey puts the sandwich down, he turns towards the large man, his eyes peering out at him from beneath the large oversized hoodie. He still has his thin glasses on.

<< I am alright. >> The phone speaks again from the speakers that he clutches in his hand.

<< I am sure she meant it as a joke. It just wasn't funny. I was not expecting my guidance counselor to say something like that. I remember being a Freshman at Liberty in Metropolis. My shoulder was broken by the end of the week. >>

Colossus has posed:
    "I think it was more her misspeaking. Freshmen classes can be difficult due to a lack of common denominators. We are teaching what it means to be what we are, what it means to be a mutant, and what is means to be here, all without turning students into child soldiers." Piotr's response remains gentle and firm, but there is concern there. He considers words. It is almost possible to see him thinking over things. Words. He opens his mouth to speak a couple of times, but the words die on his lips. When he does speak, it is slow and stilted. "I was never small. I was never alone. I had my older brother, Mikhail. He was? hero. Then, he was taken. Then, Illyana? Illyana needed me to be her Mikhail. I was not as good as my brother. Illyana was hurt. Now you are hurt. I lack the words to make stupid words not sting. I do not have your experiences. I only know how to do one thing."
    Piotr approaches, and slowly moves to lower himself to one knee. "I am going to hug you, if that is okay? I can not make words go away and I cannot remove their sting. But I can demonstrate that you are important and most certainly not garbage. I do not hug garbage."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I don't really do hugs. I don't like being touched. I've been hurt really badly quite a few times and it makes me nervous. I do not need physical affirmation that I am not garbage. I know that I am not. >>

At least Jeremy is blunt and honest while utilizing a British lady to be his voice.

<< But I am at least concerned that she is so easily throwing the adjective around students. I don't know how one can simply misspeak when she refers to Freshmen as trash. There is no real good way to spin that. Either way, I am not going to concern myself with it. >>

Unzipping his hoodie, the goth slides it off and tugs it over his head. As his shirt lifts up, a hint of deep scarring can be seen along his lower back and stomach before he tugs his shirt back down. Someone took a few good whacks at him with a blade it appears. He looks sweaty, most likely from being buried in his black clothing on a triple digit day even with the AC on.

Colossus has posed:
    Those words 'I've been hurt really badly' tear at Piotr's heart. "I will not tell you that I understand. That would be a lie. I often wish someone would give me a hug." Piotr admits it quietly. Meanwhile the injured boy's other words tear into his soul as he points out Kitty's words again. His own apologies for her behavior ringing hollow in his ears and leaving bile rising in his throat. His blue eyes close and Piotr lifts his left hand up to awkwardly rub at his neck. "Nyet." he whispers. "You are right. I am apologizing for her because once upon a time I thought I was in love with her." Piotr finds the words hard to say. "She was young, beautiful, and intelligent. I was too old for her, but immature. I was from Siberia and I have never been considered intelligent." Piotr pauses. "But what she said should not have been said, and I am wrong to make excuses. I apologize for that. You are not garbage, but you know this. Is there a way I can demonstrate to you? I am ? horrible with my own feelings, I am not sure how to help someone else with theirs." Piotr's shoulders move in a slight shrug. "I do not know what to say. I only know that words are not my strength."

SpyderByte has posed:
Running his hands back through his sweaty hair, Jeremy is in need of a haircut. He's been letting it grow out until it's a clumsy mop of brown and black. He at one point had dyed it, but now it's growing out to reveal his brown roots. He settles himself into his computer chair and toggles his mouse so that his screen saver disappears, revealing a password prompt. He doesn't bother typing something in as he simply snaps his fingers and unlocks it to reveal his desktops. He gives a wave of his hand, pulling up several sites on what is obviously not a street level browser.

<< You can help me translate. >>

As he stares at the computer, several videos appear in front of him. They are videos of violence. Russian. He has been putting a lot of time jumping in and out of cell phones as he pings satellites in orbit. Each of the videos appears to be focused on a specific man. Perhaps Piotr would recognize him as General Adrik Karol. He is a high ranking member of the military.

He taps the volume up on the computers. There is screams. There is gunfire. Then there is conversation. Men under his command are dressed in Ukraine uniform, though it appears they may simply be designed to create an illusion. They are discussing payments. Next steps. There are bodies and there is blood.

The entire time, Jeremy doesn't appear to be incredibly phased. When he is locked in and at work, he is disconected.

<< I need to know when the next attack will be. I have less than twenty-four hours. Can you tell me what they're saying? >>

Colossus has posed:
    "You should not be watching this." Piotr replies, that over-protective streak roaring back to the fore. "And if you are, you should be doing so with Jean or Scott. Maybe Logan. Someone who will appreciate the danger you are potentially placing yourself in, tovarisch." Piotr points. "Him? General Adrik Karal. He is very bad man." Piotr's eyes flick back and forth. He listens for a bit, then asks, "Rewind about twenty seconds." He pushes himself to his feet, and after the rewind and the playback he nods. "Her? That is Captain Svetlana Petrova. She wears many hats. She is more than a soldier. She is FSB, and she is not a woman to cross. She enjoys it." Piotr's eyes are narrowed as he considers things. "Odessa. North side. If you give me paper and pen I can write down the address for you. They are.. very confident." Piotr looks about the room for writing implements. Absently, he suggests. "Cool the room down, also let some sunshine in. Vitamin D is very important."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I have seen worse. I may not be able to become a seven foot tall man of steel, nor am I able to shoot fire out of my eyes, but this is my super power. I am Spyder Byte. >>

As Piotr speaks, his words are typed out in verbatim on the screen to his left. The important words are picked out. Svetlana Petrova. Odessa. North Side. From there, a side screen pulls up, followed by information on the Captain that he is pulling from the dark web. Images. Video clips. Policies. He does it at such a rapid rate.

<< Give me the address outloud. I can log it and then I am ready to close this file. >>

He gives a motion of his hand as the data shrinks on the screen and into a simple archived file, followed by a rather complexed password involving almost over a hundred characters as it zips along the screen. << And I am not the one who is now in danger. >>

It's almost as if he is a completely different person when he is locked into his work. He gives a motion of his hand as another site pops up. Dark web. Untraceable. The deepest parts of the cyber-world is like playdough for him. As he gives a wiggle of his fingers, he attaches the file, followed by several languages being scrawled across the screen.

IMPORANT. READ NOW. TAKE ACTION.

This is how the Spyder works. Gather the data, spin the web, release it into the wild. Now it's in the hands of professional journalists that are considered deep cover.

<< The best I can do is show the world the truth. At best it may slow things down. But the world deserves to know the truth. >>

Colossus has posed:
    Piotr recites the address carefully, spelling out the street name as he does so. The big man nods as it appears on the screen as he absently corrects Jeremy. "'Seven and a half feet." Piotr quietly corrects. "And you are named Jeremy. You are no more Spiderbyte than I am Colossus. We are people first. Codenames are something we use to divorce actual selves from the dangers we face or to protect those we love. Magneto thinks of himself as Magneto, not as the man he was before." The words are gentle but emphatic. "You should also eat your sandwich before it gets too cold." Piotr says in an insistent tone. While the young man is all business, Piotr does not press on the different expressions and levels of confidence. Now is not the time to do that.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< When you go into battle, do you not call yourself Colossus? >>

Jeremy's hands settle on the keyboard as he hunches forward, rapidly tapping along the keyboard until the file is uploaded and sent. From there, he disconnects with his powers, then shuts the computer down. Reaching over, he unplugs a small black box, then takes a hammer off the table to give it a good smash. Once he is sure it is cracked, he lobs it into a cup of water, then gives a long stretch of his body.

<< When I go into battle, I call myself Spyder Byte. You fight with your fists, I fight with my keyboard. I would call myself Keyboard Warrior, but I would be made fun of. >>

As he rises up from the chair, he heads over to his sandwich, picking it up to take a bite, then offers a smile. "T-th-tthhhh--thank y-ou fff-ffff-f-or t-th sss-sssss.." There is a pause before he blurts out a bit too loudly. "SANDWICH." He leans in and takes another bite of it.

Colossus has posed:
    "Only in America is being clever derided. You are in battle, da. Is codename for battle, but I am always Piotr. Though many call me Peter. Piotr is who I am. OTher things are just words we use for distance."
    Piotr pushes a hand through his short hair and nods. "You are welcome. You make sure to eat well, and get some sunlight. It will help with moods and help you use calcium for growing bones, da?" Piotr regards the young man. "I am glad that you are okay, tovarisch."