#and the guy in our group stole my idea to present to the professor

[dottores]

day 2 of law school and i’ve already made an enemy.

[insanely-creative-things]

Big Hero 7

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Big Hero 7 S2

Eighth Wheel 

*A very familiar hand slices through the urchin to collect the meat inside, where she soons places it on an egg roll where she soon places a slightly grilled asparagus on Momakase's customer's plate. The customer soon revealed herself to be Liv Amara, the ceo of Sycorax.*

Liv: Your Kaisake is exquisite... so very unique.

Momakase:And I understand you posses unique skills as well Miss Amara... as does the Lady.

Amara: We are all guided by our passions, aren't we?

Momakase:*While chopping up tuna* Very true... its no wonder you clicked with Lady Nozako, which itself is very impressive. She barely talks to anyone new unless introduced by a trusted business partner.

Liv: I have my ways~

*Momakase places the fish slices into a flower as she sprinkles on green special herbs and delivers it to Liv Amara.*

Momakase: Allow me to present your dinner.

Liv: *Eats one fish slice* Mm, delicious. You have a gift.

Momakase: Obviously. At least you can appreciate it, my last boss was...less satisfactory. But I want more.

Liv: You know my company has been looking for a certain kind of investor.

*Momakase looks over the file folder Liv Amara passed to her.*

Momakkase: Oh~ A wealthy one? You spoiled lady~

Liv: Lets say, motivated. And guilty as charged.

Momakase: And Lady Nozako has to admit... you sure do know how to pull your weight around... certain clients.

Liv: At Sycorax, we believe in progress... at any cost.

Momakase: And if I invest, I can expect a certain return...yes? You know how Nozako is with paying your rent.

Liv: *Stops from drinking her tea* I make dreams come true.

Momakase: How about... nightmares?

*At Fred's house, Fred is using a screw driver and sticking it to a paste covered foot armor or Mini-Max, the little sidekick Hiro and Cora built him for to help him.*

Fred: OK Minimax, This is what we call a teachable moment!

*As it turns out, something with paste in MiniMax's bottom armor resulted in Minimax with only half of his armor while Fred tries to remove it.*

Fred: What we learned here is using your thrusters to make smores is a bad idea.

Minimax: Indeed Fred. In spite of my clear and insistent warnings, your marshmallow folly is now evident.

Fred: Finger pointing is not helpful minimax!

Minimax: You speak the truth, I repeated pointed my finger at you as I suggested you immediately ceased your ill-advised activity.

Fred: Have you considered maybe when I'm done your thrusters will be better than ever?

Minimax: Your farfetched statement calls for laughter! *Laughs at Fred* Hahahahahaha!

Fred: We'll see who's laughing when whoa-!

*Fred had inadvertently pressed something that caused Minimax's thrusters to fly off and crash though the ceiling, leading a piece of debris to fall off. Suddenly Fred and Minimax hear an alarm.*

Minimax; Is your home equipped with a folly alarm?

Fred: No! Just a regular alarm-*Gasp* That means somebody's breaking in!

*Fred and Minimax jump into action to investigate and find the home invader. Soon they arrive at the kitchen where Fred equipped himself with a toilet plunger as a last minute defense weapon.*

Minimax: Minimax! Defender of justice is here to-!

*The lights turn off, both unaware of the home intruder is behind them, and then they swiftly restrain them with rope. Soon it flips out with the goodies in bag, leaving the two hogtied...with the plunger stuck on Fred's butt.*

Minimax: That happened too rapidly for perpetrator identification.

Fred: the Perpetrator din not count on rich people paranoia... to the microwave cam!

*As of while, Cora is preparing dinner for her family... all four of them. Kage sits awkwardly next to Mizuchi as Kaguya sits from the other side. Soon Cora places all the omlettes on the rice and sprinkles it with green onions and delivers all of the plates to the table... the last two given to Mizuchi to hand the final one to Kage.*

Mizuchi: My daughter's Omurice is one of my favorites, I'm sure you'll love it.

*Cora sits awkwardly and close to her grandmother as the elder lady sips her tea.*

Kaguya: I heard tomorrow is a big step, you'll be heading to SFIT to see Grandville again.

Kage:...Indeed...

Mizuchi: *to Cora* Commander Carter will be observing you all... just in case.

Cora: OK papa.

Kage: *To Mizuchi* I'll be careful Mizuchi.

*Just then, Cora's phone rings as it shows a text. She quickly gets up and starts running upstairs.*

Kaguya: Is it Big Hero 7 related Cora?

Cora: *Calling out* Yeah Grandmama! I'll try to be back soon!

Mizuchi: Tell Hiro I said Hi!

*Cora stops by her Papa's side as he leans down to receive a kiss on the cheek before running off.*

Cora: Bye guys! See ya later!

*Soon enough, all of the team arrive at the lab where they review over the video feed of the intruder whooping Minimax's and Fred's butts.*

Gogo: Microwave cam? Seriously?

Cora: Well you have to creative, otherwise if you did it standardly the perpetrator would have taken them out easily before doing anything.

Honey Lemon: Good point.

Hiro: Baymax, enhance.

Baymax: enhancing.

*The video clears up to which they all take a closer look to identify the person... which lead to nothing.*

Gogo:...Well that was helpful...

*Soon enough they hear the familiar clicks of heels which belong to Professor Grandville, who is carrying her own project to fix up.*

Grandville: Carry on with your surveillance analysis, like I'm not even here.

Wasabi: I still can't get used to Professor Grandville knowing we're Big Hero 7.

Grandville: *Suddenly behind them* As far as I am aware, Kaguya and Mizuchi also know about your secret as well. Again, pretend I'm not here.

*The gang jump up startled as Cora clings to Hiro's arm in surprise. After Grandville leaves them be the team resume to their plan...somewhat.*

Honey Lemon: What did they take Fred?

Fred: That's the thing! Nothing's missing! Not my mother's jewelry box, not even my most valuable collectable!

*Baymax quickly shields Cora's as Fred pulls down his pants to show the team his prized collectable... much to their dismay.*

Fred: The actual underpants of the Captain Fancy movie!

Wasabi; *sarcastic* Yeah, I was wondering about those.

Grandville: *Suddenly* Mr. Frederickson-

*The team jump up again, this time Hiro hugs Cora tightly as Baymax still covers her eyes.*

Grandville: Your collectable undergarments are not relative to the situation..oops sorry *Giggles* I'm not here.

Hiro: Wait, Professor Grandville what were you gonna say?

Grandville: I don't want to tell you how to super hero. *Walks over to the video footage* You have to look for the details in the details.

*When she zoomed in the picture it showed that the briefcase they had has a temperature number on it.*

Grandville: That is not just any case.

Hiro: Its temperature controlled.

Cora: Which means whatever valuable thing they stole has to survive long enough to wherever the thief goes!

Grandville: Indeed, whatever the thief stole has to be precisely 1.6 degrees celcisous.

Baymax: That is the factory recommended temperature for consumer refrigeration.

Cora: So you're telling us that the thief stole food?... If its for feeding a starving neighborhood I wanna talk to this thief! If not... that's just plain rude.

Gogo: A burglar that steals left overs... how exciting.

Honey Lemon: Thanks for the tip Professor Grandville!

Wasabi: Yeah, good catch.

Grandville: I'm available anytime you need assistance... *To Cora* Cora.. is Kage ready for tomorrow.

Cora: Somewhat, Commander Carter is coming over as well to check up on us.

Grandville: I see, well DM me!

*Grandville walks away from the group.*

Hiro: Did she just say DM me?

Fred: Wait a minute! Tomorrow is Kage's day to be at SFIT?

Cora: *Rubs arms as she quietly nods*

Honey Lemon: Don't worry, we'll keep an eye out on him.

Gogo: And make sure he doesn't do anything to either of you guys *Points to Hiro and Cora.*

Wasabi: I still can't believe that he got his surgery and is now coming tomorrow...Seeing Obake-I mean, Kage here after what happened a few months ago is gonna be something off for us...

Hiro:*looking at the door Grandville walked through* And for Grandville too.

*Meanwhile, the thief is scouting out a truck where a chef closing up for the night is heading towards to. The driver gets out and delivers a box of white winter truffles to the chef. Getting the info they wanted, they leave. Meanwhile the gang head back to Fred's house to see what the thief had stolen from Fred's fridge.*

Gogo: Fred is there anything missing?

Fred: Nope, even my yaki taco from is right where I left it!

*Cora cringes at the sight of the rotten taco and the disgusting ooze its flowing.*

Baymax: I would not advise-

*Fred eats the taco anyway. Cora had to turn around and gag as Hiro pats her back. Needless to say the others share the same disgusted belief of Fred's consumption of the taco.*

Baymax; Eating that.

Fred: But we should probably check out my parents' fridge too.

Gogo: You're parents have their own refrigerator?

Fred:Yes? Your point?

*Fred uses his hand to open the scan pad to enter the other fridge to see what could the thief possibly have stolen.*

Fred: Warning, stinky cheese ahead.

*The fridge opens to see that all the most delectable cheese is accounted for... except for one... Hiro picks up a crumb of cheese and turns to Baymax.*

Hiro: Baymax? How are you on cheese analysis?

Baymax: Downloading Dairy database.

*Soon after Baymax checks over the crumb of cheese and quickly finds it match.*

Baymax: analyzing enzyme characteristics. Point stilton gold.

Honey Lemon: *Looking up from her phone.* Wow! Its worth more by the ounce than actual gold!

Wasabi: thus the awesome cooler! I gotta get one of those coolers-

*Just then Baymax's belly lights up with an image of Grandville in her office.*

Honey Lemon: Professor!

Cora: What up?

Grandville: Students, rare truffles have been stolen from Noble Hill's most exclusive restaurant.

Hiro: And we just figured out the burglar stole an expensive cheese from Fred's parents.

Wasabi: I'll admit, the thief has good taste.

Cora: But unless the thief is throwing a fancy party why would you steal rare food? Then again, Stilton cheese costs more than my house.

Grandville: Yes, High end foods. The next most probable target the caviar visar of the exotic spicery.

Hiro: Looks like we're splitting up.

Honey Lemon: Thanks again for your help.

Cora: Looks like you and Commander Carter have a lot in common. He sometimes helps out new super heroes with any plan if they want.

Grandville: I will take note of that when I see him and Kage tomorrow. And again, do not hesitate to DM me.

* Baymax flies through the city with Hiro and Cora on his back along with Honey Lemon and Fred.*

Gogo:*Through comm link* All quiet at the exotic spicery, stay sharp.

Hiro: Thanks Gogo.

Wasabi:*Through Comm link* Only crime here is how much they're charging for saffron.

*All five heroes land in front of the now peaceful store as Cora peers inside to see any potential caviar that would attract the thief.*

Fred: No body steals from my parents! Lets catch this thief!

Cora:*Looking through glass* White Beluga caviar?! *Looks at price* This is how much they charge for Fish eggs?!

Fred: Wait, caviar is fish eggs? Capital barf.

Cora: So long its not made of actual whale meat I'm cool with fish eggs.

Baymax: Nausa, I am equipped to treat such-

*But they are swiftly interrupted when they see the thief that had stolen the cheese enter into the store.*

Fred: That's the thief!

*Hiro tries to open the door but sees its locked so he turns to Baymax.*

Hiro: Baymax! Rocket fist!

Baymax: To break the window could cause damage to private property.

Cora: Too bad for us cause the thief will still do damage to said private property!

*Soon enough the thief cuts through the window, which causes Cora to recognize the blade they are wielding.*

Cora: Guys! I think I know who the thief is! Its-!

*The thief lands at the alley way and removes her mask.*

Momakase: Hello children.

Fred: That was-

Baymax: Momakase.

Cora: I knew that blade was familiar!

*Soon enough they all give chase to capture Momakase. Fred had been the first to get near her till she pulls on a clothing line where she snaps it to Fred, resulting in a pair of underwear on his costume's head.*

Fred: Ugh! Underpants!..At least they're clean.

*Fred makes an attempt to grab her but Momakase soon flips over and swings him away.*

Fred: HHHAAAAKKUUUUUUU!

*When Momakase flips over to the building top, she sees Baymax, Hiro, and Cora.*

Baymax: Do you wish to voluntarily surrender?

*Momakase pulls out a blade in response.*

Hiro: Told you it wasn't gonna work.

Cora: Bless your sweet circuits.

*Soon enough the teen couple hop off Baymax to deal with Momakase. The ninja first goes to Baymax to slice him up while avoiding the punches and kicks delivered by the teens.*

Momakase: *Grunt* Don't know *Grunt* Why*Grunt* That creepy bastard took an interest in you annoying brat!

Cora: Don't remind me!

*But then Momakase grabs Cora and slams her to Hiro, resulting in them to hit their backs at the small roof entrance door.*

Momakase: I'll deal with you two real soon.

*While Momakase charges at them, Hiro and Cora call out to Baymax.*

Hiro: Baymax! OverDrive Mode!

Cora: Now!

*Soon enough, Baymax transforms into his over drive mode to properly fend himself against first the flying chunks told Momakase that she would soon beat the bot, only for the remaining sword Baymax has to knock out Momakase's sword. But sadly enough, it costed him his full battery as it stumbles like a fool and dropping his sword.*

Baymax:L-Low battery...

*Momakase quickly grabs the sword and uses it to stab the center of Baymax's chest, causing Baymax to malfunction badly and pieces of his armor exploding before landing down on the floor. All that's all it took for Momakase to escape.*

Hiro and Cora: BAYMAX!

*After immediately contacting the team they all took Baymax back to school for repairs as they talk about what they learned.*

Baymax: I -am in-in need of repair.

Cora: *Pats his head gently* We'll fix you up good as new Baymax.

Honey Lemon: Poor Baymax.

Gogo: What happened?

Hiro: Momakase happened.

*Hiro and Cora soon set out to repair their friend.*

Cora: She's the gourmet burglar.. though in hindsight she was a chef so stealing food would make sense.

Wasabi: I agree on that.

Hiro: Baymax, can you still scan for Momakase?

Baymax:*Different languages* Hello I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion.

Hiro; His language setting is fried too.

Gogo: Isn't it weird we hadn't gotten any alerts about Momakase escaping jail?

Cora: Yeah, and the only reason she got out the first time was because 'someone'.. helped her out. Which means someone else must've-

Grandville: Momakase escaped. They didn't want to alarm the public.

Honey Lemon: Wow Professor Grandville, how did you know that?

Carter: I informed her about the news after she relayed what you all have learned.

*The team look behind them and see Commander Carter.*

Hiro: Commander Carter! What are you doing here?

Carter: You literally forgot about today? Its you know, make sure HE isn't doing anything or exposed to something related to his trauma?

*The gang look at Cora before the teen girl face palms.*

Cora: Oh man!

Carter: I did contact your grandmother and father about the situation and now they are on high alert. While I thought that was a stupid move to disclose the info on Momaakse's escape, its best to inform our own supers here about it.

Honey Lemon: thank you commander carter.

Carter: Which also means keeping a closer eye on Kage.

Cora: Considering how they were together.. chances are she's gonna a little peeved about him.

Carter: Exactly.

*Soon afterwards Fred comes in with a Noodle Burger bag.*

Fred: Who's hungry for some noodle burger... or should I say Chicken noodle burger?

Wasabi: The cockanoodle dude is Back!?

Fred: only for a limited time-

*But before Fred could take a bite out of his chicken burger, Grandville slaps it to the ground. Much to the shock of the team.*

Grandville: Super Heroes should eat super food, that's why I made you kale nuggets.

*The spider bot delivers the food to which they quickly eat it. It had a...unique taste.*

Fred: Capital Bar-I mean Capital Yum!

Hiro: Delicious!

Cora: Its something very unique!

Baymax: *Different language* Would you two like a lollipop?

Grandville: *Different Language* No, thank you.

Carter: *Different language* Rest well soldier.

Grandville: You will go on Night patrol, while Hiro and Cora stays to fix the robot.

Carter:*To Grandville in English* You should also come with me... its time to meet him.

*Grandville's eyes widened as she instantly remembers about him. But she regains her composure and soon leaves with Commander Carter. The gang spit the food out after they left, but then they notice Cora staring at the door. Hiro goes over to her as he places a hand on her shoulder. Soon enough at the two adults' side, Gradnville sees him... her most favored student all those years ago.*

Grandville: Hello.. Kage.

Kage:...Grandville...I heard about the news. I swear I did not break her out! Its not-

*Grandville shs him gently before she goes to place her hands on his shoulders. He calms down as he takes deep breaths.*

Grandville: How is your new life with your brother going?

Kage: Quiet... but sometimes its filled with laughter... I got to meet Akemi.

Grandville: Akemi?

Kage: My Brother's wife.. and Cora's mother... or at least I meet her shrine. *Sigh* Once or twice I saw Mizuchi talking to her photo or just.. tell stories.. stories our father told us.. Its little..and broken.. its still a good family.

Grandville: Yes, a good family that cares about you and your well being.

Kage: I'm not so sure about everyone.. I did attempt to hurt her...

*Grandville diverts her eyes to the ground as she immediately connects the person he had damaged most as his time as Obake.*

Kage:... Look, I have something for you.

*Grandville sees Carter pull out a folder which soon reveals notes and skills about Momakase.*

Kage: This is all I have on her, her strengths, weaknesses, and her habits. I'll do my best to help you all.

Grandville: Thank you, I'll let the students-

Kage: Don't tell them yet! Please...

Grandville: I promise Kage, I'll tell them when you're ready.

*Grandville goes over to the door to continue her duties when Kage speaks again.*

Kage: Another thing; its good you are helping them with this case.. but they best perform brightly when they decide for them selves.

Grandville: I will take note of that.

*As Grandville walks away, Commander Carter shakes his head before chuckling.*

Carter: That woman is gonna learn the hard way about super heroes.

*Meanwhile Momakase is strapped to the table with Liv Amara ready to perform the transformation.*

Liv: Try to remain as still as possible.

*As Liv amara types up the code to perform Momakase speaks up.*

Momakase: Lady Nozako had given you permission for this transformation correct?

Liv: *Smiles sweetly* Of course!

*Soon Liv amara pulls out a drill with a special bio chip ready to be implanted at Momakase's neck.*

Liv: You might feel a slight pinch.

*Back at the lab...MANY HOURS LATER.*

Baymax: Diagnostic mode: scanning capabilities off line.

*Hiro and Cora yawn when soon, the rest of the team return.. super tired and walking like zombies.*

Cora: Did you find Momakase?

Fred: No...Makase…*Slumps to the floor.* Sorry, I could have sold that better if I wasn't so sleepy.

Honey Lemon: Looks like you two have been up all night.

Cora: Yup.

Hiro: I fixed his language setting while Cora checked over the wires, but his scanner's still buggy.

*Baymax's head starts to inflate itself.*

Cora: Also his head turns into the stay puff marshmellow man.

Baymax: I am concerned, this may alarm potential patients.*After he said this his head deflates.*

Cora: Be glad your big brother is checking Kage.

Baymax: Big Brother?

Cora: The first Baymax.

Baymax: Oh... OK.

*When he looks at the team he soon sees them all in a deep sleep, resting from staying up all night as they dream on...for about 10 seconds.*

*HONK*

Gang: AAHHH!

*Grandville then appears in front of them wearing a track suit.*

Grandville: Rise and shine everyone! Its high tensity work out time!

Gogo: How long has she been up there?

Cora: And how did you...*Sigh* never mind..

Grandville: You need to be faster, stronger, smarter. Today we're focusing on faster.

Cora: Professor Grandville don't you think this is a little extreme? Could we at least take a nap?

Grandville: A nap? Do you think Momakase is napping right now?

Cora: Let me think... is she wants to be fully aware of her surroundings to focus which requires an 8 hour sleep...then Yes!

*Hiro's eyes widen in fear for Cora as his girlfriend responded in her cranky sleep deprived form.*

Grandville: Lets Go! Lets Go!

*Soon all of the gang start running off for their workout. Leaving Baymax behind.*

Baymax: Goodbye.

*Many hours of training later~*

Honey Lemon: I know she means well, but Professor Grandville must be stopped.

Gogo: Agreed, she's totally out of control.

Wasabi: Yeah, she upgraded my blades the other day and now it makes this annoying buzzing sound.

*IT sounded like screams of the dead.*

Honey Lemon: Maybe one of use could ask her to get down a notch.

Gogo: How about all the notches?

Cora: I volunteer as tribute.

Wasabi: You sure about that Cora? I mean, I know someone with a rebellious anti-authority streak?

*Wasabi looks at Hiro but Cora stomps her foot.*

Cora: Yeah... no. I can handle this guys. I'll tell her straight and simple about all this.

Honey Lemon: Good luck Cora.

Hiro: *Hugs his girlfriend for good luck* Try not to die babe.

Cora: Thanks.

*But before she could do that Grandville calls for a meeting. After getting properly dressed she discusses a potential strategy for them all.*

Grandville: I made a decision, we need to take the fight to Momakase.

*She directs to the board behind her and brings out Momakase's hideouts, her old one being highlighted. But soon enough it spins out of control, talking about how who will think that they'll think game. Thankfully Grandville brought them back to focus.*

Grandville: People, this is the only lead we got. Here's my plan: at dawn you will raid Momakase's old hideout-

Fred: Dawn might be tricky for me, I have to be up late for this fancy dinner thing. I'm meeting my mom at a super exclusive meal prepared by a mystery chef. She paid a fortune!

Gogo: *Points to white rose on his chest* Whats with the Flower?

Fred:The mystery chef chooses a color and only uses the most expensive ingredients with that color.

*While he was talking, Hiro pieces out the plot behind this and circles all the white words.*

Hiro: Anybody else noticing that everything Momakase stole has the color white's name?

Honey Lemon: Freddy where is this mystery dinner?

Fred: Let me check the internet vite. Or In-Vite as I call it, *Finds the invite* Oh look we're going to the same place Momakase's old...hideout... is...*Catches on* Oh!

Cora: You figured it out!

Grandville: Then suit up!

*And so the team put on their super suits ready for action until Wasabi's blades start making the hellish screech of doom.*

Hiro: If we split up we can surround Momakase-

Grandville: Momakase got away because you split up. Stick together this time.

Hiro: But together at an enclosed building we're more vulnerable-

Grandville: Trap. She doesn't know you're coming! She won't be able to handle all of you at once!

Cora: *Frustrated sigh* Whatever you say Grandville.

*But when they soon leave for the dinner, it suddenly occurred to Cora about how Momakase is getting all of these ingredients and about the guests coming. What does Momakase want with them? She usually steals from them money, and while that is plausible, at a huge gathering at once? And how could she organize a banquet so quickly alone...unless she wasn't alone...perhaps..like with their former enemy she had been hired. The question is who is it now? Meanwhile at the dinner party all of the dinner guests are arriving at the gala, and among the guests is Alistair Krei himself, tagging along is Mizuchi, his personal body guard. Admittedly it was rather strenuous finding a tailor that would design clothes for Mizuchi's stature, but now Mizuchi looked like a million bucks, though still not as impressive as Krei's suit.*

Mizuchi: It is an honor that would invite me to join you for this gala.

Krei: Well, you are one of my favorite employees out there. Consider this a bonus to your paycheck.

Mizuchi: I wonder if I could take some home for my family... Cora would find a way to make something delicious out of it to make for all of us.

Krei: Your daughter can cook?

Mizuchi: Greatest cook I know. This new chef will be impressive, but my number one will always by Cora.

Krei: You really love your daughter do you?

Mizuchi: She's my whole world, alongside her mother.

Krei: That's very sweet.

*Soon enough they are inside where Krei found, to his displeasure, that he is to seat near Liv Amara. But when Krei goes over to chat to Liv amara, Mizuchi was distracted by the dog a fellow dinner guest is bringing.*

Krei: Hello...Ms. Amara... How ya doing?

Liv: I'm doing spectacular, my business has been increasing in wages.

Krei: *Straining smile* I see, well, I heard that you have two new interns at Sycorax.

Liv: Yup, Karmi and Cora Mizichio. One for Bio tech and one for Marine Bio.

Krei: Well that's funny.. ya see, I know Cora's father and according to him... Cora never really said yes.

Liv: Its because I'm giving her time to decide, but she'll come over. She has plenty of interesting potential inside.

Krei: I see that too, but.. considering how Cora appeared at the parade like she wanted to melt away... Like she wanted to be anywhere without you or that girl. Whatever you are offering to her, no matter how expensive it is, it's never going to work.

*While Liv Amara's face remained its calm façade, her eyes were glowing that venomous lividness that Krei knew too well.*

Liv: You think so?

Krei: I know so.

Mizuchi: Come here boy!

*Krei and Liv Amara turn around to see Mizuchi playing with the dog, a canine mutt who happily bounced around. Liv Amara's eyes glittered at him: He was tall, muscular, sweet, and had the most warm brown eyes and smile she had ever seen.*

Liv: Who is that?

Krei: That would be my Body guard, Mizuchi. *To Mizuchi* Come on now!

*Mizuchi sighs as he pets the dog and greets the owner goodbye before greeting them.*

Liv: Hello there~

Mizuchi: Hi...how are you Miss Amara?

Liv: Doing well, we were just discussing about you. and you can call me liv, Mizuchi.

*Mizuchi merely nods his head, both men unware at the pink glint in Liv's eyes at Mizuchi. Meanwhile, the team get together.*

Hiro: Remember, we're not splitting up this time.

Cora: You know Hiro, if this comes back to haunt us. I'm blaming her.

Gogo: Harsh, isn't it?

Cora: I hadn't eaten, or slept, or even breathe since Grandville took over! At least Commander gave us space! She's a total control freak!

Wasabi: Lets just go through this and then you'll talk to Grandville about this.

*Soon enough they enter the room.*

Hiro: give up Momakase, you're outnumbered!

Momakase: Let me think about it... no.

*And soon enough, she throws them in one by one into pantry and locks the door. Wasabi tries to slice it, but finds it ineffective. Fred tries to use his fire breath, but its also ineffective.*

Fred: Apparently its fire breath and laser blade proof.

Momakase: Sorry Kids, this pantry is impenetrable.

Hiro; You won't get away with this Momakase!

Momakase: Nonsense, I already have... *To Cora* As for you AquaGirl… You are going to be my personal knife board after all this is over...Bastard child.

*Soon enough Momakase leaves.*

*Cora immediately starts up the call to Grandville and tells them about the situation.*

Cora: Hey Grandville.

Hiro: *Joins in conversation* Momakase has us trapped here, we need back up now!

*Soon enough the call ended, but what the team didn't know was that Grandville activated a side of her com to tell the details of her plan to take Momakase down, but she instead over heard their words about her. And looking back at her actions and the words Kage had told her, she realized what she had done.*

Grandville: This is all my fault...

Baymax: Yes_No-Yes-No

*Baymax's head inflates while he tries to give an answer.*

Grandville: Laying your emotional baggage on a broken robot... Kage was right, I should have let them be and listen...you've really outdone yourself grace...

*That is when she sees Baymax's blueprints, and she made up her mind.*

Grace: Lets fix this!

*And soon enough Grandville sets to work on repairing Baymax. And soon enough she creates a chip to help stabilize Baymax.*

Grandville: That will do for now, lets go find us appropriate dinner wear.

*As it turns out, her dinner wear is a combination of all the Heroe's supersuit, sans Fred's. And Baymax is dressed in his red armor. She hops on Baymax and quickly blows on Tadashi's chip.*

Baymax: Do not look down.

Grandville: OK.

*and just like the time she came crashing down to earth escaping Kage's lab, she screamed as Baymax blasts off.*

Grandville: I looked down! I looked down!

*As of while, the dinner is happening where all the guests are having dessert.*

Krei: this white Chocolate soufflé could use a pinch more seasoning of sea salt, don'tcha think?

Liv: I actually think its perfect as it is.*To Mizuchi* What do you think?

Mizuchi: I don't really know... I say the white chocolate soufflé isn''t really my taste in dessert... then again it could just be that I was so used to simple home cooking.

Liv: Well that's not fair, you should be able to enjoy all the finest things in life~

Mizuchi: Thank you Miss Amara, but I think for now I'll be more comfortable with my daughter's cooking. Her Omurice is to die for.

*Krei notices Liv seem a little off put by Mizuchi's comment and secretly smirks. As of while Grandville and Baymax finally arrive.*

Grandville: Are you able to locate the students?

Baymax: Yes, they are in a small room behind the cooking arena.

*As of while the dinner is over soon enough, Momakase is heading over to Liv Amara's table where she sees him. Mizuchi looks up and sees her as well, his eyes widening in fear.*

Liv: Mizuchi? Is something wrong?

Mizuchi: We have to go now!

Krei: Go? We hadn't got entertainment yet-

*that is when Krei sees Momakase there. staring at Mizuchi with cold blooded murder in her eyes.*

Krei: I agree, its been a nice dinner, goodnight! *Whispers To Mizuchi* Call Big Hero 7 immediately once we get out!

Grandville:*Busting through the door* Where is Momakase?

Krei: Right there! The one who tried to poison me and robbed me!

*Grandville activates her laser blade.*

Momakase: You call that cutting edge? *Pulls out her own knife* This is cutting edge.

*Momakase runs towards Grandville while Mizuchi takes everyone outside, making everyone, even the mole child leave the stadium...though he noticed how calmly Liv Amara walked despite being in a room with a criminal.*

Grandville: Mizuchi! Find the students! They're in the kitchen in the pantry!

*Mizuchi nods as he runs towards the kitchen, which soon catches Momakase's attention, running towards the man to which Grandville immediately runs after to block Momakase off his back.*

Grandville: I may not be good at fighting, but I'm really good at running!

*While that happens, Mizuchi goes over to the kitchen where he call out.*

Mizuchi: Cora? Hiro? Where are you all?

*The gang immediately hear the voice of the man and they immediately stand up.*

Cora: Papa! We're over here!

*Mizuchi goes over to the door and looks for the door combination.. his mind drawing blank. Just then a shadow appears behind him. during the commotion Grandville had done all her best to run from Momakase, but soon the sushi chef throws a bottle of oil and cuts it in half to make sure Grandville slips and falls. Now Cornered, Grandville is at the mercy of Momakase.*

Momakase: You're out of your league here..but I'll make this quick.

*But before she could land the blow, her sword is taken away by Hiro's glove.*

Hiro: Dinner's over Momakase.

Cora: Now take to pay for the bill.

Wasabi: Yeah, you're no match to us without your sword.

Momakase: True... Good thing I have these!

*Soon enough her hands start growing the same graphene claws on her hands, making them all stare at shock.*

Cora: What happened to you?!

Momakase: A better question is, what will I do to you Aqua Girl!

*The gang split up as Momakase tries to slice the girl in half. Gogo tries to throw the disc at her but Momakase slices it to pieces.*

Cora: Wasabi! Heads up!

*Wasabi sees Hiro throw Momakase's sword to him to fend himself from sushi chef feline. And soon during their battle Wasabi cuts Momakase's hair even shorter. Honey Lemon tries to trap her but the chef keeps popping them till Gogo saves Honey Lemon. Then Fred tries to flame broil the chef but her enhanced agility easily allowed her to escape the flames of justice. But soon enough with everyone giving their all ; Hiro's electro-disks, Gogo's discs, Wasabi's sword play, Fred's destruction, Cora's constant elctro shock to keep her down, and Honey's excessive chem balls finally trapped Momakase for good! *

Cora: Finally!

Hiro: We did it!

Grandville: Excuse me... I want to apologize to you all for being so intrusive.. Heroics are your areas of expertise... not mine.

Wasabi: Its alright, Professor Grandville.

Honey Lemon: We know you meant well.

Grandville: But this would have been done a lot sooner if you all had 'nutted up' and told me about my behavior. *To Cora* I have been a 'control freak' that kept you from proper rest and diet. I'm willing to listen to you all.

*Just then Baymax and Mizuchi enter the room, with Mizuchi trying to hold Baymax steady.*

Baymax; Guys! I don't have a face!

Mizuchi: Now lets take Momakase and-

*Then Momakase bursts out through the ice, looking more feral as she climbs out with her claws.*

Momakase: *Hissing* I'LL GET YOU ALL FOR THIS YOU SPINELESS BRATS!

*After she leaves Cora goes to Grandville*

Cora: Last I checked Momakase couldn't grow claws... or have eyes like that! *To Mizuchi* Papa, what were you doing here?

Mizuchi: Krei brought me as a guest to this dinner.

Hiro: Did you notice anything weird?

Mizuchi: I was seating with Krei and Miss Amara.

Grandville: Miss Amara? Was she OK?

Mizuchi: Everyone made it out.. although... She was the only calm one in the midst of panic..

Honey Lemon: What do you mean?

Mizuchi: I get that to remain calm is an important key to handling a situation like this... but this calmness was like.. she knew nothing would hurt her...even though its common knowledge by now that Momakase is dangerous.

Cora:...Guys? There's something you should all know..it has something to do with Liv Amara...

Gogo: What is it?

Cora: When The honor ceremony for Liv Amara happened, Hiro and I talked to Krei a little bit about liv... but then Krei said something interesting about her..

Gogo: He's just jealous about her success.

Grandville: He has been known to be petty.

Cora: I agree on that.. but then he said that he met Liv before and called her an insidious two faced snake who would do anything for praise. And the way he spoke about her isn't about pettiness or jealousy.. this was actual disgust, like he had seen it before! and then.. well..I'll just go out and say it... *Takes deep breath* I think Liv Amara is responsible for Orso Knox's state as a monster...

Everyone: What?

Honey Lemon: Liv Amara took Knox to the lab to help him! Why would she do that to him?

Grandville: What concrete proof do you have about Liv Amara, that is a serious accusation young lady.

Cora: It started after I Knox was beaten when I saw two things. One was a piece of his scale which I studied over and saw it was a around eight days old. Then I saw the schedule pad that showed Knox's schedule, and the last appointment he had before going as a monster was Liv Amara herself! I thought over Knox's behavior and saw that out of all of the people he came to for his appointments, the only one he attempted to attack was Liv Amara! he didn't attack Fred, or Krei, or any of the party guests! He only launched to her alone! Then I thought about the quotes... they were all connected to the Tempest right? I read over the play and found this rather peculiar character.. A malicious witch who gave birth to a monster and treated her servant ariel with cruelty..

Honey Lemon: And the Witch's name was Sycorax!

Fred: Could someone explain to me where's she's going with this?

Hiro: She's saying the times Orso Knox spoke was his way of saying that Sycorax made him the monster...Liv Amara made him a monster!

Grandville: No... How could? Why would? Liv Amara strives to help people and has always been so generous.

Gogo: Maybe Orso Knox found out something about her and tried to expose her to whatever she's doing.

Fred: And turned him into a monster in an attempt to shut him up! She's our Phase two Main Villain!

Grandville:... I'll be sure to inform Commander Carter about this revelation. *To Cora* Cora, be careful. If what you say is true... Make sure you do what you can to help.

Cora: Will do... I'm sorry I hadn't told you all this earlier, but Obake...happened.

Hiro: *Hugs her tightly* Its OK Cora, I believe you.

*Later that night Liv Amara stares disappointedly at her phone as she sees that during the chaos that the money transaction was interrupted. Apparently Momakase's phone had been severely damaged thanks to Big Hero 7. Damn brats. That's when a Hologram appears, and in the shadows a woman appears, her blood red eyes cutting deep into Liv amara's soul.*

Liv: Madame Nozako, what have I received to be blessed with your-

Nozako: You had turned one of my finest warriors into a she-beast without my consent?

Liv:... Yes. But it was to-

Nozako: First you turned a well known man to a beast to shut him up, and now everyone knows about Momakase's transformation? You say that your believe in progress no matter the cost, but that does not excuse you to being reckless you pitiful harlot! I have given you this company with my money and allowed you to do what you want. all I ask in my payment...Or else I can easily take all of this away... your wealth, your fame, and your reputation will be nothing but dust and you'll go back to being the pitiful whimpering child I found you before.

Liv:... I Promise not to do it ever again, not without your consent Lady Nozako.

Nozako: Good.

*The hologram turns off as Nozako's side reveals a highly advanced screen touch computer looking for information.*

Nozako: I have better things to do.. such as setting up a little family reunion with my son.

*A picture of Mizuchi shows up on her files, her nails tapping the desk in rhythm feeling the room with Dread.*

A.N: DunDun Dun! Tell me whatcha think! Love you all!

[accessthearts]

Colloquium : Accessibility in Art Spaces

On 6:30- 8:30 Friday September 27th in the Einstein Auditorium 

Fala texted me earlier today to tell me about this panel being held at NYU. She sent me the above description and urged me to go even though she wouldn’t be able to attend. I appeared in the Einstein Auditorium hallway 10 minutes before the event to find a security guard infant of an ID scan desk. Neither I nor the friend I had brung with me were students of NYU however I approached the desk and asked for directions, the guard sent us on our way to the panel room. Once inside the panel room there was a long table at the back of the room with high quality snacks on it like fancy cheese and fruits and good bread as well as a section with wines. Some students mingled while others grabbed plates and headed to the rows of chairs. Me and my friend felt we did an excellent job disgusting our selves as NYU grad students and were happy with the surprise snacks of such high quality. As everyone settled in the auditorium was roughly 70% full, which I found surprising for a Friday night. The organiser of the event was Abby, an Arts Administration Graduate student at NYU who put this panel together because she had questions regarding the subject.

The first panelist was Kevin Gotkin a visiting assistant professor at NYU in the Media, Culture and Communication Department who on his website has topics ranging from disability, technology, and media. During his time he spoke about disability aesthetics which he intentionally said he was not going to define because the power was in the meaning everyone pulls from it. He said the word could refer to the height at which you hang a painting in terms of view-ability for those who may be reliant on a wheel chair to what representation in aesthetics does disability take up in a space. This concept also promoted a brief description of relational aesthetics which seemed just as broad a vague as the first term. However he did distinguish that liability aesthetics was more relational than relational aesthetics. I interrupted that the reason for this was because those with disabilities are more often interacting and engaging with their environment more than relational aesthetics would typically account for. The example of Park McAurthurs piece Ramps (2014) was brought in as an example to this as McArthurs work was critical of the passing of the Americans with Disability act and its real world implementation. Kevin also explained that there was a difference between artist and the access to artist and it had to do with engagement with its viewers. Kevin also briefly discussed access checks which are when you recognise strengths and weakness’s in your accessibility practice and that it is apart of the process of organising around accessibility to the arts and coming up with tactics. The idea of tactics was interesting to me because it changed my typically used language of best practice and made it so that it emphasised flexible strategy because no one way will work for everyone and really these practices do not even aim to be the best yet they just aim to be identified and utilised as basic standards. In this fight for rights to access Kevin also discussed recent legal activism such as a recent headline titled “ 75 New York Galleries Slammed With Lawsuits”. A title like that represents those with disabilities as greedy and aggressive when the reality is that ableism has been acting as an attacking force that has been normalised.  Kevin said the best way to combat this injustice to to put efforts into access work. Access work can take the form of paying interpreters and real time captions fair wages by including them in budgets. Budgets should also make space for the entire ecosystem of access by taking the time, money and other required resources to properly educate the entire gallery on disability and consider its functionality. 

Next up was Sasha Davis with her presentation “ Teaching Through Touch” she emphasised the importance of access educators and collecting research from different sources. She also talked about some white guy who collected art from non western countries and began to utilise more tactile tactics in the creation and display of art. This for me was problematic immediately because why is this white guy collecting all of these pieces from other countries and why is  he not crediting this cool method of using touch in the creation and display of art as a non colonial practice that I am certain he took from one of the many cultures he stole from. Sasha also talked about utilising brail and large prints in museums written materials also pamphlets that included relevant information such as a map with clearly marked exists. Another practice she mentioned was classes specifically designed for those with disabilities. 

The next panelist was Yo-Yo Lin who identified herself as a Taiwanese Artist creating memory scapes. She advocated for the reclamation of mental health trauma. Her platform utilised IP ( interactive projection ), other art, other tech forms for the purpose of activism. Yo-Yo talked about how disability is often contextualised in terms of the medical world and often forgets the lived nuances of the lived experiences. She expresses the nuances of every day through soft data. Soft data is all the stuff that harder to measure that science and tech usually prefer for data collection. Instead soft data can involve contradictions and uncertainty. Yo-Yo talked about her heightened sense of attunement to her body which reminded me of how Kevin, an earlier panelist, had discussed the increased relational nature of disability aesthetics. She said that feeling more attuned to her body gave her greatest awareness of the tactility of the skin and lead her to place contact mics on her bones and joints and utilise the sounds produced in her art/music. In using her own body she evaluated her own place in the world of disability as someone who lives with chronic illness. She said there were many intersections and overlapping between the two groups but in no way were they mutually exclusive. However she did make it cleat the she identified strongly with the “crip community”, the term was one that reclaimed the language around the disability community and was something she felt empowered by using. When creating events for those on the “crip community” she said it was essential to schedule in roughly an hour and a half for everyone to take the time they needed to get into the space, get comfortable and begin to engage with the activit. The importance of creating and holding “crip" communal spaces and time was highlighted. 

Following Yo-Yo Lin was Londs who identified themselves as a cultural worker. She began her presentation by introducing a video that she ran while she did her presentation. She introduced the video by explaining what it depicted in detail so that those who preferred to hear what the piece would look like would get the opportunity to and then those who preferred to view what it looked like would be able to. Loads then went on to explain what the video meant and the significance it held. She explained that the video was of her and her autistic brother in a choreographed dance she had designed awhile back. She explained that it was relevant because while she wanted this form of expression to engage with him that she was simpotenosly engaged in an education program  called applied behavioural analysis that aimed to change those with disabilities into versions of themselves an ableist society would accept. So although she wanted to work in a creative space with her brother that utilised collective design making she was being paid to enforce top down decision making. And although she wanted her brother to engage and be present on his own terms, she was denying that opportunity to her students. Loads also initially emphasised time and space based disability in museum spaces and referenced her time at The Whitney as her time in a big institution working in access programming however to emphasised the importance of access programming in local communities in particular. She stated that access work and disability studio looked different but held a place of importance in institutions of all sizes. 

The panel moved on to the question portion of the panel so here was some relevant information that stood out to me. The questions panel first opened with a portion on language. The agreed upon appropriate terms two refer to people were disabled and non disabled which made the language disability centred. The term chronically ill was also mentioned as ok and an important disinguishment between the two communities. Another panelist made the point that language should not be the centre of this discussion and its best if we all show some humility and just be open about the discussion. A third panelists made the distinction between Identity First language which utilises a people first model or the Disability first language that defines their relationship with the world. Also to be inclusive to neurodiversity and recognise where neurotypical privilege lay. Overall the tone was one that could best be summed up by Fraud. “ Everyone says one million things because they’re nervous.” And to recognise that disability is not a bad word.

Another question was asked in regards to organisations that strive for accessibility and how to expand. The first response was that disability is diverse and the best practice is to ask people what they’ll need to engage. Audio descriptions can be an effective strategy but still needs to be specifically altered to the situation. The recommend way to look at issues of accessibility is to see art as the problem and aiming to ease its problematic nature. It is also immensely encourages to be inclusive in hiring places in order to build systems of accountability. Hiring practices must also question who is being engaged in the community and work to diversify the internal to match whom ever it is serving. Another response was that organisations need case studies written up for them (!!!!!!) Another practice to consider is do you have seating options? Do you have different kinds of seats? In order to see if you’re meeting your own goals for accessibility and inclusion make sure you do some consistent checking in. Take a minute to ask “ what worked - what could use improvement / change? “. Some one asked something about verbal description and the response informed people of a tool called Folk Museum Virtual which was apparently created by people for people in an effort to push to translate visual experiences into audio accessible things. Also in visual description it is stressed that you have a financial plan that includes needs such as audio description where one can have access to an education and visitor service centre, who pays educators fairly This requires those in curatorial roles to take on heightened attention of a more inclusive audience and to have these considerations and conversations very early on in the process and continual through out. Always be taking into consideration how people will engage with the space and the fact that 25% of the population is disabled. Access needs to be thought of as Love. Access as Justice. We need to strive for more hospitable spaces.  

The following question dealt with ways of working towards access. Loren works in accessibility at the Whitney and is the first to do so in that institution since the 90’s and the reason they had some one in that position a that time was because a law was passed. The panelist encouraged that in order to create effective change it had to be a change of environment and systems, NOT PEOPLE. Spaces in museums are intended to be intentionally designed and created, this job must be done while keeping access in mind by asking the people it effects. There needs to be a revaluation of the cultural and policy plans in New York City that prioritises a resistance to systematic forms of violence. Systems need to model and enact a shared value and be easy to hold systems accountable. 

Another questions was which cultural institutions currently hold respectable practices. The list included: 

Particularly their access programming and arts festival with days of study 

Other tips were

create and find guidelines so that there is a roadmap in place.

Watch, consider and support everyone 

Consider how others are thinking of access and intersectionalities 

Resources suggestions to become accessible 

Is useful in the barrier money can pose

Be upfront about limitations of access in space 

receiving request will confirm what needs to be done. 

Be receptive and accommodating to those interested in attending 

If a physically accessible space can not be created than perhaps you use the art to investigate the space and build the connection between physical and outside space. 

Do not claim accessibility as it is a Frame work of which you move through. 

A panelists described the work of arts administrators as “pedological” work in deign that will extend to the artist and hopefully generate an overall exhibition design that works to increase meaningfulness and accessibility. Accessibility must be woven into the fabric of art ( a quote by me ) In order to make this true we must be cutting edge in our design tactics and think of the audience in every step and not just as to meet some standard. 

[carry-on-wayward-sun]

Quicksilver x Reader

based on a prompt by @the-modern-typewriter however I cannot find the post rn.

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*month ago*

"And that I stole from the fun fair" Peter said pointing at some teddy bear in the corner of the room. You giggled and hugged onto his side on the bed you were laying on.

"I can't believe I'm sitting here, listening to you tell me about all the shit you stole." You played with his grey locks.

"I wouldn't tell you if I didn't trust you."

"That I wouldn't go with this to the police?"

"Yup." He popped the 'p'. Peter was looking up at the celing with his arms resting underneath his head and you laying by his side.

"And what makes you so sure?" You asked and sat up.

"Well... You're my beautiful, awesome, loving girlfriend and you would never do anything to put me in trouble of hurt me, right?" He raised one eyebrow, turning his gaze to you.

"Hmmmm... Yeah something around those lines." You smirked and leant down to kiss him. He kissed you back, biting your lip. You squealed and pulled away.

"Doooooon't!" You giggled and punched his arm lightly. He sat up next to you.

"Can I kiss you again?" He asked with a smirk, looking into your eyes and waiting for an anwser.

"Well... Yeah? I guess." You leaned in and so did he. Peter connected your lips together, way more gentle and loving this time but he stopped again after a few seconds.

"And again?" He didn't wait for an answer this time and then stopped again. "And again..." He slowly moved you into a laying position where he was above you, pinning you down. You dug your hands into his hair, taking a fist full of it and tugging gently.

You pulled away suddenly.

"Wait." You sat up.

"Wh- Is something wrong?" He looked at you slightly confused with those pretty puppy dog eyes.

"Shit, what hour is it?" He looked at his watch.

"It's... 4:30 but why do you ask?" Your eyes widened. You noticed a tint of a smirk form on his lips.

"Oh youuuuu. You... Asshole." You got off of his bed.

"Heeey, c'mooon Y/N." He pouted and patted the bed. "Come back~ I already miss you."

"No! Peter- I told you I was supposed to meet with Xavier at 3! This was important damn it!" You started putting on your shoes. Peter rolled his eyes.

"Who's that dude anyway? I don't like it when you go out like that with other guys." You looked at him with disbelief.

"Wow, alright. First of all, you met him. He gave me an opportunity to teach at the school. Can you even imagine how that would change my life? Second of all, he's like... Twice our age are you seriously going to get jealous of HIM?"

"I would like to be the man that would change your life." He said, emotionless. You sighed and walked over to him.

"Peter... You already know damn well you do. I love you but... You also have to understand that this is really important. It can change both of our lives and... I promise you, that I'll make this up to you somehow. Okay? Just... Not now." You cupped his cheek.

"...Okay." You smiled and pecked his lips.

"Thank you darling. Well... I'll see you later." You said and disappeared.

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You reappeared back again.... Somewhere. You had no idea whatsoever as to where you've been but it surely wasn't 'Xavier's school for gifted youngsters'.

What the hell? This never happened before. You were supposed to teleport to the school, not... Nowhere.

"What the fuck..." You tried teleporting again but to no avail. "What is this?!" You started growing frustrated.

"Hello Y/N." You spun around to see... A man? Something. It was blue, high and it talked.

"Who are you." You moved away slowly.

"Do not fear me. I'm not here to hurt you. I came here to ask for your help." The man spoke.

"My... Help? Wait wait wait. First you tell me who you are."

"Of course. Back where I come from, they call me Ra. I came here on a mission and it requires your help." His expression changed to what looked like a lopsided smile.

"I'm just a teleport... That's all. I don't think I would be of any use to such a person like you."

"Teleport? My dear what if I told you that..." He came closer and even though your gut screamed for you to move away, you didn't. "In your hands lies a power much greater than you could imagine, just waiting to be released. A power that could make the planet shake, grounds collapse beneath your feet and bend at your will?" He said.

"Then I would call you a madman."

He smirked. "Put your hand on the ground, feel it. Feel it's energy run through you and use that energy. Make it yours." For some reason you felt almost obliged to do as he said. You slowly lowered yourself down to a crouching position and placed both your palms on the ground. You tried concentrating just as he said, followed his voice as he guided you through and soon later you felt the ground beneath your feet shake and shudder. Your eyes widened and you flinched your hand away.

"Did... I do that?" You looked at your palm and then at him. The man just nodded and smiled.

"Join me and I shall teach you much more than what you just saw."

"More?"

"Yes. So... Will you join me? Y/N?"

------ *present*

You placed your hands on the ground, creating an earthquake. You smirked devilishly looking at the group of people you made collapse. You stopped and walked over to Magneto.

"Nice... Ball." You knocked on it. Erik turned his head towards you.

"You did a good job down there." He made a small entrance big enough for you to climb inside the ball.

"Thanks. So uh... What's blue guy doing to Professor McLavendershirt?" You asked and created yourself a staircase up to his level with your powers.

"He's going to transfer his consciousness into his mind. Then he'll have the power to do anything." Erik smirked.

"That's... Good. Right?" You hopped from one step to another, around the interior of the field he created.

"Yes, I suppose."

Around 10 minutes later you heard a jet approach.You looked up and smiled. "My, my look who arrived..." Erik looked up too.

-----

"Erik!" You heard someone from below yell. It was the blue chick. What was her name? Mystique? Something like that for sure. Next to her stood...

Peter.

Your Peter.

You started walking down the steps carefully, slowly but surely. Peter noticed you and his eyes widened.

"Y-Y/N..." He gulped out. You smiled and walked all the way down.

"Erik, I know you think you've lost everything but you haven't." Mystique started talking. You kept your eyes on Peter and he kept his eyes on you. Truth be told, you missed him. Very much. " You have me, you have Charles." She looked at the speedster next to her. "You have more family than you know. You never had the chance to save your family before but you do now. That's what I've come here to tell you."  She stopped. You kept staring at your... Ex boyfriend and slowly started approaching the barrier.

"And you?" Erik asked Peter.

"I'm..." He looked at you and then at Erik, and then back at you and at him again. "I'm here for my family too." You were so close so the field you could could it with your hand. Peter came closer too. He lifted up his goggles. You could now see his eyes fully now and the emotions he his within them.

He put the palm of his hand on the field and so did you. Your hands were almost touching. So very close...

"Come back to me Y/N. Please." He whispered.

"Peter... Join us. He will show you amazing things. He taught me so much, he can teach you too."

"What... Y/N can't you see what he's trying to do? All he wants to do is destroy. Please... Come back." You sighed and pulled your hand away. You looked him in the eyes once more before slowly walking away.

"N- Y/N please don't go!" He tried pushing onto the barrier but to no avail. "Please! Please come back!" His voice was cracking. You looked up and saw Magneto looking back at you. He just nodded and looked away.

You placed your palm on the ground and created a small earthquake. Enough to make the ground shake. not enough to create any damage. You looked up at Peter who was standing in shock looking at the shaking ground.

"See Peter? Before I met him, before he found me I couldn't do anything. Now I make grounds shake with my hands." You let go. "Amazing huh?"

Suddenly you heard an ear piercing scream.

"Charles..." Mystique whimpered. "I'm going to fight for what I have left." She said to Erik. "Are you?" Her gaze shifted to you this time.

Peter too, looked at you one last time and ran off with her.

"Are they right?" You glanced at Magneto. "Are we the ones that are wrong here?"

"I don't know."

---- They were all right...

And you were all wrong.

You should have never joined this sick person. Ever. Now not only on my you lose your chance to be a part of something amazing but also you made Peter hate you.

You were sitting on a piece of debris, hidden away from the fight, crying silently when you heard a scream. A familiar sounding scream too. You ran over to the source and froze in shock.

You watched in horror as Apocalypse held Peter by his hair and Psylocke approached them with a sword in her hand. You wanted to scream but you couldn't even let out a single sound.

She swung her sword and... Slashed Apocalypse's neck.

What...

He let go of Peter and instead latched onto her neck. You looked in disbelief as she turned blue.

Mystique...

You looked around. Everybody was watching but nobody dared to make a move.

"Charles!" You heard him roar. "Come rescue your weakling! Give your life! For theirs!" Mystique was going limp in his grasp. "Will you do nothing?!" Suddenly he let her go. What was going on?

Everything... Everything was turning into dust and as one building almost completely vanished, you saw them... Beast, Jean, Scott, Professor... They were there and he was walking towards them.

You took the opportunity and ran to Peter. You shouted his name, making him look around. You fell to your knees in front of him.

"Peter. Jesus Christ Peter..." You cupped his face. He looked into your eyes and smiled. You used your powers to help him get his leg out of the ground and moved him into a more comfortable position. He winced in pain. You put his head on your lap and gently played with his hair as tears started falling from your eyes.

"It's very rude of you to make me fall in love with you. Inconsiderate really." He said.

"Not what you had in mind?" You giggled a little and wiped off your tears.

"So inconvenient." He shook his head jokingly.

"I'm not sorry." You said and leant down and stopped when you were just inches away from his face.

"...me either." He whispered and connected your lips together. The kiss was incredibly needy and filled to the brim with emotion.

You were stopped by a giant thud. You pulled away and looked up. Two giant pieces of metal fell from the sky and created an X in front of Apocalypse. You looked the other way and noticed Erik, flying over to where you were sitting.

"You betray me?" Apocalypse hissed.

"No. I betrayed them." He started throwing whatever he only could in his direction.

Beast ran over to you, first he took Mystique and then he helped you pick up Peter. He placed them up against a wall and left. You kissed Peter one more time and stood up.

"Wait- Don't go." He grabbed your hand.

"I have to help them Peter. I have to make up for what I did." You said and teleported away.

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"Alright, I'm not giving you any homework but nobody tell Professor Xavier okeaaaand he already knows. God damn it." You giggled when you heard Charles's voice in your head. Your pupils left the classroom. Well... Left.... Teleported away, evaporated, flied, ran through the walls whatever they only could, they were gone.

Not long after you heard a knock on the door and Peter walked in.

"Hey sweetheart." He grinned and pecked your lips.

"Hi." You grinned as well.

"So... How's it feel? Being a teacher?" He asked wrapping his arms around your waist.

"You know I gotta say... Pretty damn good..." You smiled. "I still can't believe that after all I did Charles still forgave me. Even more, let me have this job." You sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck. "More importantly... I can't believe you forgave me."

"Oh of course I did." He snickered.

"I love you so much, you know that?"

"Love you too." He attacked your face with kisses, making you giggle like a little child.

[wildgrave]

a long ass post in which i discuss my v interesting day (including discussion on the racial inequality in the justice system & how we can stop conservatives from yelling about how undocumented immigrants are “taking our jobs”).

in race & ethnicity, we’re on our crime & punishment unit, and today one of my classmates spoke to our class about his experience with incarceration. 

essentially, he and a friend stole $57. he was a minor, and got 20 years. his friend was an adult, and got 18 months. all the other variables were the same -- same record, same judge, same public defendant -- except for race. the guy in my class is black, and his friend is white.

he talked a lot about his experience in prison and how fucked it is. how they do nothing to help or change or educate you, and how everything he learned while in prison was from his fellow inmates or from his own self-reflection (he spent a year in solitary confinement). he got out after 6 years after appealing his case with money he didn’t have (he was being paid 50 odd cents an hour) and is now on parole until 2037. and, of course, besides being given no help with rehabilitation, he’s also marked a felon for life, meaning that he can’t vote and it’s almost impossible to get a job (and part of his parole is that he must have a job).

he talked for about an hour, and everything he said was moving in one way or another. but the most moving thing by far was at the end, when a girl asked whether or not he regretted stealing the money. he said he didn’t, because otherwise he would have never known how fucked the system was, and wouldn’t now be able to advocate for change.

after class, i thanked him, and told him that he moved me. what i didn’t say was that he had literally changed my entire perspective. of course, i knew about racial inequality in the criminal justice system. 1 in 3 black men will be incarcerated. 1 in 6 latino men. 1 in 17 white men. i knew the numbers, but there’s a difference between reading a textbook and listening to someone who has been through it all speak to your face.

but it made me reconsider my entire career objective. i know i want to do something that helps people, and that i’m altruistic and want to make change -- why not this specific area?

but i had to go to my next class, which ended up being equally as interesting, but for completely different reasons.

we started off with a group presentation which is supposed to take 10 minutes. it took 45 minutes, because it sparked a debate. “debate” is putting it nicely. crudely put, we tore em a new one.

the presentation was about immigration from central and south america to the united states. the first two guys in the group both seemed liberal, but when the third guy started talking, it was clear where he stood, because the other two literally looked miserable as he rambled on and on about how dangerous undocumented immigrants are and how most of them bring drugs and how a wall is a good solution.

at the end, he asked for questions, which is where it all started.

first, i asked why he kept saying “they’re taking our jobs”. why does he feel that it’s his job to begin with? why does he feel a sense of entitlement for a job he doesn’t even want.

then, another guy, who it has been revealed to me has done extensive work to help undocumented immigrants (among other things), started SPITTING STATISTICS. this guy was literal fire. first he backed up my idea about american citizens not even wanting the jobs undocumented immigrants take -- 5% of american citizens are unemployed. out of that, 85% do not even look at jobs taken by undocumented immigrants. that means that less than one percent of americans are actually in competition for jobs with undocumented immigrants. 

seriously, this guy was amazing. he knew facts on top of facts off the top of his head, and he came for these guys. he questioned their sources and countered their claims.

after 45 minutes into class, my professor cut him off because we needed to actually do our lesson. i have no idea what it was, by the way, because i proceeded to start tweeting about unionization and undocumented immigrants -- you know, your classic liberal staples.

at the end of class, i approached the guy who had DESTROYED the presenter and told him how much i liked what he had to say. we ended up going to the cafeteria and talking for nearly two hours about various political things. he was really, really well read and interesting. he worked for a lot of things i like, like bernie’s campaign & black lives matter & this program to help relieve marginalized and migrant women of the poverty cycle. overall, v cool dude.

it wasnt until around 5pm that i remembered i had a project due at midnight. so i said goodbye and went home and FOUND OUT I CAN PUT MY BANGS INTO SPACE BUNS, TAKE THAT LONG HAIR, and just finished my project!

the assignment was to write a memo to a politician addressing an issue and providing a solution. i had no idea what to write about, so being under a time crunch, naturally i checked twitter. and i saw what i had been tweeting during class. and i thought, why not?

so i wrote my memo to senator tim kaine with an idea. and, keep in mind, i have no idea if this is actually plausible, but it theoretically makes sense, and i have some historical context so that its logical. 

essentially, my idea was on how to combat the issues that conservatives claim undocumented immigrants have on the economy/job market. the two main problems i was combating were 1) american citizens jobs being taken, and 2) benefiting from public goods without contributing thru taxes. i personally know that neither of these things are really an issue, but i was trying to find a solution to get republicans to shut up.

the solution i made up? repeal right-to-work in virginia & allow undocumented immigrants to unionize (which, coincidentally, is THE most left-wing sentence i have ever spoken).

i started off by explaining how right to work is NOT in the state constitution (we voted against adding it on election day) and therefore it is able to be repealed. then i made the historical comparisons between how we talked about black ppl post-civil war and how we talk about undocumented immigrants now. that is to say, white ppl have been using the same “they’re taking my job!” rhetoric for a long ass time.

my main comparison was during industrialization, when rly the only jobs black people could get were factory jobs or manual labor. since there werent many employment opportunities, they were willing to get less $$$. aside from replacing white workers with black workers aka cheaper labor, corporations also called in black ppl when white ppl went on strike. this created somewhat of a race war in the factory industry, which benefited neither race, but DID benefit the corp. a helluva whole lot, bc now they had workers COMPETING, and they could lower wages even more.

what solved this, you ask???? ALLOWING BLACK PPL INTO UNIONS. that way, they too could get fair pay, and since everyone was being paid the same, stopped racial competition in factories (for the most part; im generalizing a lot tho). 

so why not do the same thing now?? get rid of right to work in VA, and allow undocumented immigrants to join unions, thus stopping the undocumented workers vs. american citizen workers dichotomy that republicans especially have been trying to (and succeeding in) shoving down our throats and creating FEAR.

in addition, it puts an end to the “they don’t pay their fair share!” rhetoric. since undocumented immigrants are now apart of unions, their pay is no longer under the table. its legal. its traceable. its taxable. no more hearing ppl bullshit around about freeloading.

overall, i have no idea if thats actually, like, feasible, but i’d say it’s a pretty good idea for a project that i did in an hour. 

anyway that was my day & i know i rambled a LOT but cmon guys its ME, what did you EXPECT?>>>??