wow look at you all. i've never imagined getting this far and look, here i am! this means so much to me, especially since i've put so much work into my portrayal of john and it's wonderful that so many of you choose to follow me---for one reason or another. every single one of my followers has a special place in my heart, so don't worry if you're not on here, i still adore you.

people who tolerate me the most when i bother them on skype

all my other babus

believe me if i have forgotten you i will feel like the worst person ever. every single one of you guys makes me happy. keep on rockin', guys

Aw shucks! tysm dear!!!!!!!! :-*

liar. - closed rp

        The Baron wanted to talk to mutants.  Well, The Baron would have to win him over from Magneto, first.  He was already part of a cause, and one that he had some personal fight for.  What the hell did this Baron person want?  Though he was curious, he wasn’t about to go see whoever the hell this was and risk Magneto finding out.  No, he wasn’t about to have any chance of losing the Brotherhood, or Magneto’s trust.  He’d busted his balls to get where he was.

        “What does this Baron want from us?” He questioned, watching her with slightly narrowed eyes. “I’m not stepping foot near ‘im unless I know it’s what I want. Considering I’m already high up in the Brotherhood. I’m not quite sure it’s worth risking pissing off Magneto.”

        Of course anyone with any sense would be asking to have John on their team, or whatever the hell they’d call it. Who wouldn’t want someone who could burn down a building with a spark and a blink of an eye on their side? Or at least their good side.

        “I’m gonna need a really good reason to go over there, y’know. And, uh, you should know by now——I’m stubborn as hell.”

Noah snapped the book shut and tucked it into her bag, reacting minimally to John's concerns. Her superiors were right, as they always were. Whenever HYDRA offered the solution for mankind's woes, they were pushed back against relentlessly. Today's destruction of Insight only proved that, and set a slew of other things in motion. They might be down, but they were far from out.

"The Baron is a scientist. You wouldn't be joining anything or asked to leave the Brotherhood. In fact, he'd probably prefer you stayed with them. We're all on the same side here. Although my objectives are a bit loftier. Is there anything that doesn't piss Magneto off, honey?" HYDRA understood the benefits of mutants and having them on their side. And like Magneto they were only interested in powerful ones.

She motioned for him to follow her back out of the vault and into the lobby, keeping her gun handy in case a patrol had found her little mess. Lucky for them they hadn't. Good, her kill shots were far from clean.

"Oh, I know, sweetie. But it's just to talk. It's not signing your life away or anything." Lying again. The Baron knew he had a fire ability, and he wanted to find a way to harness that. By any means necessary.

        “You sure told me, I’m gonna move my ass right back to class now.” He replied with a roll of his eyes. Wow, she was irritating. He continued to just lay on the couch, but it was clear that ignoring her was impossible now.

        She was quiet for some time and he had false hope that maybe she’d keep her mouth shut. But alas, she opened it yet again. Her question earned a snort from him. He looked over with a brow raised.

                       ”You wanna know what I can do?”

        He pulled his Zippo out from his pocket and flicked it open, lighting it. A miniature dragon flew from the couch to her, puffing a breath of fire at her face—-very close, but not touching.

"You're funny, it's a wonder you don't have the ladies linin' up," Nonnie said, almost regretting it when she said it. Usually her more catty lines were reserved for girls she didn't like at school. Not that there were a lot of those.

Her head whipped around when he responded. "Well, y'know, just like, hypothetically, you don't have to actually----" Marty had told her specifically to not ask stuff like that, he should've known that was what exactly she would do less than an hour into talking to one of his classmates unchecked.

Nonnie yelped, flinching and ducking away from the fire dragon thing. Oh my god. "Whoa, holy shit! That was....fuckin' cool." She would've never guessed fire was a thing. "Not the face next time though, I plan to make all my money with it one day."

[Text: Nonnicus] yeah. it’s way bad. and it’s gonna get worse. nearly there

[Text: Reese] WORSE?? jesus

[Text: Reese] okay cool sorry bout the mess

[Text: Nonnicus] ok. Almost there. What addresses you tryn to pull?

[Text: Reese] family members of agents mostly

[Text: Reese] everything went out there its pretty bad

High School

   John didn’t think he’d ever had quite an enjoyable afternoon. Laughing, he shook his head and reassured her that the race outcome wouldn’t leave the room as the second track loaded up.

  The game was surprisingly easy to get the hang of - he managed not to come last in the first race, and by the time they’d completed a few laps of the second, Toad was in sight. A little longer, and they’d probably have a very evenly-matched race on their hands.

  “Do you think parents ever have any idea when they’re being too strict?” he asked curiously, trying not to distract himself from the race. But he blinked, and out of nowhere, a banana peel appeared on the track in front of him. Yoshi was going too fast to avoid it, and he spun right off the track, losing precious time.

  “I don’t think I have the concentration required for this game,” John said with a laugh.

Nonnie was a screen watcher, so she noticed that John was getting better. Damn, she was too good at teaching people this game sometimes. And she was losing the item lottery bigtime. Her third invincibility star in a row, really? Those were not helpful!!

She was concentrating on holding her lead and nearly missed John's question, head tilting as she considered it. Nonnie definitely complained about her mother a lot, but she knew deep down it wasn't out of a desire to be strict. Her father, on the other hand, oh boy. Then again, he was a Marine and she was a textbook military brat.

"--I think if they did know they wouldn't say anything to us, y'know? Or they're just actually like, not aware at all and think they're doing the right thing. Like a fake it 'til you make it kinda thing. If that makes sense."

She laughed when she saw Yoshi spin out, paranoid for a minute until she saw John smiling too. Okay. She wasn't a totally vicious bitch. "If you don't than I definitely don't."

       ”Y’like boyscout so much, why don’t you go bother him.” He grumbled. Already, she was exhausting. He reached for the TV remote and turned it on, flipping through the channels. He was trying to focus more on that, but somehow her voice just kept on piercing through. For fucks sake…

          Just ignore her, that’s how you get rid of someone. You ignore her, you become boring, she’ll lose interest and go look for someone else who may be skipping class today right now. He then realised there really wouldn’t be many people to keep her attention rather than him for some time now. Fucking great.

"I'm pretty sure he's in class like you should be," she replied in a high sing-song voice, smirking triumphantly. Nonnie totally would go bother him if she could. She was the type that hung out in classes after they ended and then sprinted to the next one to be barely on time. It was worth it though, she'd talked herself out of a couple of C's that way.

Nonnie continued snooping around the room, mostly because Martin had mentioned their security systems a couple times and she was curious about how obvious they were. And the answer seemed to be not very. "--So if I were to like, hypothetically ask you what you can do, how mad would you be at me?"

       “Probably. If you find it, let me know.” She was slightly amused by this line of conversation. Beats talking about grumpy mc’evil pants and his ego the size of Kashyyyk.

 She tilted her head as Nonnie spoke about her brother, curiosity coming front in her mind, “What can he do?” she asked, before faltering in her speech, “Uh, I can ask that right? I’m not really up to date on things like that.” She hasn’t really hung out with mutants – at least that she knows of. Maybe she should. It might help her out.

 The taxi started to come to a slow – well, slower than it had been going, which wasn’t really that fast when it came to flying but ehhhhh, you know – and she nodded her head, pointing to a building with a large red sign in strange symbols.

                                                   “It says Dex’s Diner. It’s in Aurebesh.” Reese told Nonnie, as the Taxi started to come to a stop in front of the Diner. The Driver turned around to look at the two, “That’ll be 35 credits.” He told them.

 Reese glanced at the driver, “I have to collect the money in here. It’ll be quick.” She told him as she started gat out of the car. The driver obviously wasn’t happy but didn’t say anything against it, except to warn her, “I’ll be coming in after you if I don’t get my money.”

"You'll have to talk to my theoretical mathematics colleagues about that. They'll have a field day," Nonnie rolled her eyes. She hated being proven wrong and this would be one of those situations. But hey, she'd be the belle of the ball at the next convention she went to. That is, if she ever wanted to speak about this ever.

Nonnie waved off Reese's concern, managing to smile in spite of the situation. "Hey, it's no problem. He's not touchy about it. He's like, kind of activist for the cause at this point. Taking years off my goddamn life," she said with a huff. "He's a telepath. Some telekinesis, but he's not as good with that. Did a whole dissertation on the ethics of mind reading."

She gripped the seat again as she sensed the taxi slowing down (thank god), and squinted at the sign. Huh. She wondered if the lettering system was some other universe variation of the Phoenician alphabet.

"--Don't you worry sir, we definitely do not want that," Nonnie said, turning up that Southern charm as high as she could. She probably sounded genuine because she was so goddamn happy to be getting out of the screaming metal death trap. Now just to psych herself out for the next round of crazy alien hijinks.

"I wonder what the credit to dollar ratio thing is. Are they even comparable? I'd assume they're pretty incompatible systems....--" She brushed her pants off, feeling only slightly better now that she was out of the cab. She had a better view of the city now, and oh my god, it was massive. Like, impossibly so.

[text: Nonnicus] who else are there?

[text: Reese] other agents from my dept and some IT dudes

[text: Reese] tryna get addresses off the internet

"What, on the edge of being old?" he joked with a shake of his head. "And you definitely have that backwards, unless you’re volunteering to speed up the aging process."

"--I totally realized it as I said it!" No she didn't. "I shouldn't really complain though, I still get carded at restaurants by police officers that think I'm skipping school sometimes."

[Text: Reese] union sq offices

[Text: Reese] it is kind of insane here as i am sure you know

[Text: Nonnicus] right. hows all that going? I’m on my way. really need to talk.

[Text: Reese] ITS UGH

[Text: Reese] ok we are on the 16th floor

[Text: Reese] most agents did an evac but some of us are still here

[Text: Nonnicus] nonnie where r u? Need to talk. Urgent.

[Text: Reese] union sq offices

[Text: Reese] it is kind of insane here as i am sure you know

"At that age, I’m sure that being twenty is super old," he reassured her — if that could be called reassurance. "And hey, we can at least be old together."

"Wow, you should be one of those guys that talks people off the ledge! --Nah, just kidding. And hey, there you go! 30 is the new 40! Or..wait. I think I have that backwards..?"