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[passingthrough]

Who: Kitty Pryde and everyone who tags!
Broadcast: Yep!
Action: Planet fun! Or Windrose maybe. I'm flexible.
When: Now or nowish. Definitely now-adjacent.

[Broadcast]
I have an important request. I need someone who can make cheese. Do cheese makers have an old timey name like cobblers and haberdashers or are those only for clothes? Anyway, calling all of those.

Cheese doesn't seem to be a thing here from what I can tell, but we're just one ingredient away from some really great pizza. I have no idea what cheese requires other than cows or goats or something. I grew up so close to Wisconsin, but I feel like I learned so little.

I would also accept alternative cheese. I know there were vegan kinds made out of hopes and dreams or something I assume. I can pay you or share the finished pizza or do something in trade if I had skills. I could beat someone up for you maybe. [She's not going to do that. Probably.] We'll work it out.

[Action]
[She's on the planet doing all of these things and more but this post won't get to CAPTCHA! You might find her on the Windrose veeeery rarely!]

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[passingthrough]

Well, that's worse. I'm very protective of my friends. [She said the f-word.] Don't make me push you out of a tree. [She kind of doubts she could push him out of a tree.]

[beathach]

Even when they insult themselves? [that's a good f-word, unlike other ones] You can try.

[passingthrough]

Especially then.

Don't tempt me, sir. [Smiling at him and weirdly curious about whether or not she could.]

[beathach]

I wouldn't dream of it. [look at this innocent face]

[passingthrough]

[So completely innocent.] Nah, I think I was probably rough enough on you for one lifetime when you arrived. I'll play nice.

I mean, unless you want to do some field training. [Actually she'd be into that. It's a nice landscape for it.]

[beathach]

I wouldn't say no, if that's a serious offer.

[passingthrough]

It's serious. [And she likes the idea. Fighting a version of the dark beast should probably freak her out, but it's hard to see that in Hank especially when he looks like this. Speaking of which...] Can you? I mean, like this?

[beathach]

I've been doing some training with Mystique. [like this, because while he knew how to fight in general, everything was muted like this. He couldn't depend on the same things he did while he was Beast] So - yes, but I don't know how much of a challenge I'll be.

[passingthrough]

That's okay. I like challenges and I like winning so it all works out for me.

So, Mystique as in the one you aren't dating? [She assumes she would have called her Raven.]

[beathach]

But - yes, the one I'm not dating. [that's how he's separated them in his head, Mystique and Raven] Though I've sparred with - the one I'm dating, too. Er, as me, though, not - like this.

[passingthrough]

[She does much the same, but always good to check since they can both claim both names.]

So, you don't think of this as you? [Curious.]

[beathach]

[what a complicated question. He rubs at that side of his neck for a moment before he finally shrugs]

I do, but - it isn't really me, either. Not the way it was.

[passingthrough]

Which one do you feel more at home in? [Is it neither?]

[beathach]

[he smiles a little weakly]

Neither - if I'm honest. I'm more comfortable like this, but - it still feels off in a way, sometimes.

[passingthrough]

Maybe because you know it won't last?

Sorry. Probably not the kind of thing you want to be talking about. And we should be doing it while trying to knock each other out of trees.

[beathach]

That much I'm alright with. I mean - I deliberately weakened the serum here so it wouldn't last as long. It's more . . . it feels off because everything's muted? The more time I spend as myself, the more I notice it when I'm like this.

[he sticks out his tongue, because he's mature] I can talk about things like that while you fail to knock me out of a tree.

[passingthrough]

[Interesting stuff. She wonders about him and about what she'd do in his situation. It's a little hard to imagine. She's always "passed."]

Let's see, hotshot. [And from there she lunges to his position, ready to catch tree if not him. There can be banter too! Just the first move in some friendly terrain sparring. Which may be doing a fade to black thing as we speak. Type? Type.]

[beathach]

[all it takes is for him to tip backwards and let gravity do the rest. He catches the branch below him with ease, one-handed so he can give her a cheeky little wave from his new position. Hanging out as if it's the most natural thing in the world for him.

And, well, it is. Just not like this]

I'm not going to make it easy for you.

[the most dramatic fade to black ever, right here]