3263/Log 3263

Log 3263
Date of Scene:	28 November 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Thistlewalker, Rift

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Thistlewalker has posed:
Being that is winter, one would think that the gardens of Xavier's are all but dead or hibernating for the season but they would be mistaken. At the very rear of the gardens, a few hundred feet from the mansion itself, is a rather large domed out-building; The Sharon Xavier-Marko Conservatory. More than a simple greenhouse, the conservatory is an advanced artificial biome complete with samples of over 500 different kinds of flora from various eco systems.

That means the interior is warm and fragrant and very very green.. with splashes of color of course. And pretty much absent of any faculty or staff. Except of course for one of the newer students who spends quite a bit of time here.

Thistlewalker, called Thistle by the few new friends he has made here, lazily walks around the dome, down paths that divide the different temperate zones. The 7+ tall teenager will stop at one plant and touch it, smiling, or tsk at another which is wilting... Some flowers seem to quiver as he walks by. The two longer vine-like tendrils, more versaitle then his hair vines, trail dowm his back, sometimes caressing the trunk of a tree.

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua is doing some cleaning of the dome. Just some busywork to make sure everything's fine, working on the ventination systems. Though it'd be a bit disorienting to watch her. She is kneeling on the top of the dome, as if it was flat ground. Her body glows a dull red with brither liens visible. "There we go..." she murmurs. Some of the ivy vines got into the ventilation and she was carefully removing then and moving them away from the vents. She nods as she stands up, and starts to walk towards the bottom. She then blinks, hearing some rustling as if the wind was in there - as she looks 'up' (down). "Oh, hello!" she calls, waving. "I"ve seen you around, but don't think we have formally met." She then pushes off, floating 'up' (down) towards the ground. "I'm Kitora."

Thistlewalker has posed:
As he wasn't paying much attention to the rest of the dome, Thistle felt the presense of someone else well before he saw them, being as sensitive as he is to enviromental changes like air pressure and heat and similar things. He looks up (real up for him) and stares at the trange glowing entity above. He doesn't look very startled. In fact, he just smiles almost zen like and offers a small wave. "'Allo.." he offers in a voice like the creaking of an oak tree. "Pleasure tae meet ye.." and also thick with a scottish brogue. "I'm Thistlewalker... Are ye new here ?" he asks.

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua shrugs. "Nah - been coming here since seventh grade," she states as she aligns and lands on the ground, rightside up, and then the glow winks out and she is revealed to be a redhead teenage Asian girl. "Thistlewalker? Is that your codename? Do you have a... ummm... normal name?" she asks, tilting her head curiously. "I was asked to see about the ivy trying to get into the vents since I can get up there without hurting anything."

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker aaaahs, nodding and smiles a bit more, with some embarasment. "Och, I see. Well I havenae been 'ere long enough tae meet everyone yet so..." HE doesn't even blink as she changes from one form to another, like it isn't something that bothers him in the slightest. Then again, being a 7'6" tall guy who is as much flora (if not more) than fauna it probably isn't the weirdest thing he has seen. "And nae, Thistlewaker be m'name. Thistlewalker Drus." he says by way of full introduction. "Thistlewalker /Ewan/ Drus if I'm in trouble." he then looks up at the vent and frowns. "Ah, I see.. I could understand how that would be a problem, up there.. Th' vines like where tha humidity condenses there..."

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua nods. "Exactly. I didn't hurt them. I just used a few ties to make sure they kept their distance. Since I can fly without hurting anything, I did. Simple problem, and I'm the right tools." She blinks. "And _damn_, you're tall." She smiles. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Thistlewalkre. What kind of things do you like to do in your spare time?"

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker chuckles softly. "Yes, I figured ye didnae hurt them." he says then taps his temple. "They said ye were verra respectful." he tells her. "And aye, I /am/ tall, Which makes it easier tae reach the top shelf o' the pantry but makes gettin shirts a bit hard." he jests. He walks over to a stone bench and slowly sits down. "Spare time? We have spare time?" he asks, jokingly. "I dinnae know many people 'ere as yet so I haven't gotten ta do much =cept get settled in."

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua nods. "Well..." She blinks. "Wait - you can talk to the plants? That is so cool. My powers are about gravity." She smiles. "At least I look normal most of the time... till I try to use my powers." She hmmmmmms. "I'm sure there are people as tall as you - maybe a big and tall store?"

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker grins now and makes a so so gesture. "Aye, if ye call it 'talkin'. It's a bit more.. complex then that but close enough." he tells her. Then he thinks about it for a moment. "The big an' tall store. That is an american thing, aye? Me mum used ta order clothes fuir me online or me gran made me clothes. I could get new clothes frum the Big'n'Tall shops while I am here but that is short term. Yer Doctor McCoy says i willnae stop growing..." he says with a bit of a frown now, then shrugs. "But thats neither here nor there. So ye control gravity?" he asks. "And thats why ye looked like a Faery? And when ye aren't ye look like this.." he motions to her. "I 'ave never seen an asian lass with red hair.. Do ye dye it?"

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua blinks. "A fairy? Nobody has ever called me a fairy. Some refer to me as a demon when I have my powers on." She gazes at you, nodding. "I do not dye it. I cannot dye my hair and have it hold. You saw that my body glows red when I am using my abilities? The first time it happened, my eyes and hair changed from their 'natural hue' to this. I tried dying my hair black again - but when I turn my powers on, the dye burns off somehow."

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker chuckles softly. "Demons.. Faeries... angels.. All tha same thing if ye be askin me... Me gran would call ye Touched by tha fae, like she calls me." he tells her. "Makes ye wonder if all uv mythology be really mutants or aliens.." he reaches down and picks up a seed that fell from a plant, rolling it between his fingers. "So yuir body.. what.. resets itself everytime you change and change back?" he asks. "Ye weren't born with yuir abilities active, then, like me?"

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua shakes her head. "No - my mutation turned on around age 12... my wild powers tore my parent's house apart, almost killed them. They disowned me. And... I don't know about a 'reset' - injuries aren't healed - but my hair returns to this bright red every time." She shrugs. "I have heard some mutants are born with their mutation..."

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker frowns a little as she explains her familial history, short as it is, and shakes his head. "That is... unfortunate.. And not right. Whut happened was an accident. Ye didnae do it on purpose. They shouldnae hold ye accountable fer it." The seed in his grasp bulges sligtly and a small sprout breaks free of it. "When I was born I made all the potted plants in the hospital grow outta control... No one held it against me.. A least my parents didnae..." he sets the sprout down and pushes it's roots into the soil. "They 'ave a name fuir mutants that are born with their powers active.. They call Changelings... which tickled me mum pink and why she named me Thistlewalker... after a local fae legend.

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua nods. "I'm happy for you - that your parents understand." She ponders. "What's it like? Talking to the plants? Are the ones in this dome happy? Are the ones outside - sad that it's winter?" she muses. "I can't help but note the parallel bteween you and noted supervillain Poison Ivy..."

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker cants his head slightly as he thinks. "Communicating with plants is... wonderful. And verra different than communicating with people. Plants dinnae have emotions like humans do..They /have/ emotions, but not the same way or fer tha same reasons.." he motions to the plants aorund them. "Plants dinnae care whether the envrironment is artificial so long as they 'ave food and water and sunlight.. enough room ta spread out.." he motions beyond the dome. "Out there the plants are asleep, or dead.. and tha dead don't feel.. they just provide nutrients fer tha living.. which makes the living happy.. Oh aye, the sleeping plants yearn for warmth, but they are not.. sad. Not like we would be.." he then winces a bit. "Ah.. Aye.. Poison Ivy. From what I ken she is... troubled. Poor lass."

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua nods. "And... my powers are a wild ride. I have some control over one of the fundamental forces. But... I know that gravity is the least of those - even so. It's a new perspective, when you stand on a wall and looks around. Or on a ceiling. Or 'fall' through the sky at high speeds." She smiles faintly. "Wait - a question. You say you continue to grow? LIke - how much?"

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker shrugs, smiling again. "Gravity and fundemental forces are not m' strong point. I'm nae a science boffin. But I know they are more then fundemental.. they be /primordial/. And gravity be tha least understood so.. dinnae feel bad if yuir control isn't complete. I mean, we dinnae even know how photosynthesis /really/ works. I mean, I do, in a sense, but I cannae /explain/ it in words. It's just part o' me. And so gravity would probably be th' same fer you.. You know it, but ye probably cannae put it into words others would understand." He then straightens up a bit. "I can /make/ meself grow under th'righ circumstances, but I always return t'me normal size.. but that normal size is slowly growin still.. Doctor mcCoy says I am growin at about an inch per year."

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua nods. "So - every year it'll be harder to find clothes unless you find a custum tailor who is mutant-friendly..." she muses. "I am curious - how much of you is flesh and blood... and how much is wood and sap? If this is offensive I'll stop..."

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker cants his head again, grinning. "Why should I be offended, lass. Tis just natural questions." he says, then holds out his arm. It is smooth in texture, like flesh, but has a coloration more like bark. "'twoud be more accurate ta say I am more of a.. chimera.. of both. I think that be tha right word." he then motions to his grass and vine like hair. "Though aye, some is MORE plant than man... I guess ye could call me a.. Chloro Sapien.."

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua grins widely. "Oh, that's funny..." she muses. "I wonder if Dusty would like it in here..." She ponders. "There's a stray cat that I bring food to that lives around here - but it's getting cold out. Just a cute little black tomcat. Would your plants mind if I brought a small housecat in here? They won't let me have pets."

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker blinks his solid green eyes. "Oh, th' cat has a name?" he asks. He then grins widely as well. "Of course they can stay in 'ere. Wouldnae wanna kitty ta get cold out there. Besides, I like cats." he looks wistfully for a moment. "I 'ad ta leave me cat back home."

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua smiles faintly. "But would he disturb the plants?" she muses softly. "I'll see if I can get him." She then starts to glow again, as a portal tears open as she steps through. Visible through the portal is the woods behind the school.

Thistlewalker has posed:
He shakes his head slightly. "Nae, lass. If tha cat disturbs the plants, it only be as natue intended so is not a problem.." he says, then trails off. Okay.. now THAT is sort of a surprise. The plant-boy raises a green mossy brow as she opens a rip in timespace and purses his lips ever so slightly. "Okay... Definatey a faery..." he murmurs,.

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua returns with the black cat, who's purring up a storm as he is nuzzling with Kitora's hand. She returns to sitting by Thistlewalkre, as the portal slowly closes, as she smiles. "This is Dusty." The cat, curious, hops over onto your lap.

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker looks down at the cat in his lap and blinks once... hen smiles and offers a finger to the feline. "Allo, Dusty.. I'm Thistlewalker.." he says, as if the cat were a normal person. "Welcome ta tha garden. I 'ope ye like it. Much warmer in here than out there and, between you and me, there is a small warren of mice in 'ere." he says. "And be careful, there be a patch or two of catnip around.." he says innocently.

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua shrugs. "Dusty's basically a stray - I've been feeding and playing with him for the last year." She smiles. "I think he likes you." Then Dusty jumps off to go exploring around the place. "Don't worry - I'll feed him." The portal closes but Kitora continues to glow. Not bothering to turn it off. "You really think I look like a faerie?" she asks.

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker watches the cat scamper off, smirking a little and shaking his head, then turns back to the much smaller young woman. "Hmmm?" he asks, then ohs and nods slowly. "Oh.. aye. Even when ye aren't aglowin with witchlight.." he says, then grimaces. "Sorry, I guess some people wouldnae like that term.. I spent a lot of time with me Gran when me mum was workin and me dad was on a tour.. She is pretty 'old country'."

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua blinks. "Witchlight?" she asks, curious, holding her arm up. She can see a red lien of light INSIDE her arm. She knows that all four limbs have it - with a 'starburst' where her heart and brain are as well. "I never heard it like that - I kinda like it."

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker leans over a bit, studying the trails of light that permeate her visible limbs. "It's folktale, really. The magical light uv tha fae. They called it witchlight b'cause supposedly witches followed it but that is a newer myth they used ta ostracize pagans.. the actual myth is much older. Yer supposd ta see it around faery rings or when wil'o'whisps are near by..."

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua just nods slowly as she takes a deep breath. "I kinda like that. Better than being called 'demon'. Half-wish that my glow wasn't red - it looks infernal to some. Especially those who would hate our kind." Her glow winks out, as she returns to her normal appearance. "Let's keep in touch - you seem like a good guy."

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker makes a rather.. neutral face suddenly. "No matter whut anyone calls ya, lass, yer /not/ a demon." he sounds very.. resolute about that. probably the closest he has be to being harsh their entire conversation. No matter how many people call you, us or anyone that, never believe it." He then slowly stands and stretches, getting the kinks out. "Well ye know where ta find me, and we'll probably se each other in classes or tha dining hal.. ya can't miss me, lass." he grins now. "I'll keep an Eye on Dusty fer ya, too."

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua smirks. "Oh - you can't miss me in the dining hall," she muses softly. "Just mention my name in there and the lunchladies go pale. Part of my... mutation... is that I basically eat enough for six. It's just the way I am - I don't gain an ounce of it - but if I don't eat like that, I starve quickl..."

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker has to snort. "And d ye think I just thrive on sunligght and water?" he asks, jokingly. "I wish tha lunchlady would make some scottish cuisine though.." he sighs... then frowns and reaches into his pocket to pull out a cellphone. "och.. Thats me Dad... It was nice talkin ta ye, lass. Shine brightly!"

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua nods. "Shine brightly... I envy you, Thistlewalker. You have a dad to talk to. I don't even know where mine is." She nods slowly asshe tears open a portal again - showing the inside of Kitora's bedroom - as she steps through, the portal closing behind her.

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker smiles as she walks through the portal and it closes behind her. "Yeah, I am lucky..." he admits to no one. "But ye will find new friends and family here, lass." He then thumbs the phone on and walks towards the small pond. "'Allo, Da.. Where are ye stationed now...?