xavier_institute_logs

WHO: Zian & any visitors
WHAT: Loud music in the med lab, and one bored eggplant nurse.
WHERE: Nurse's office, ground floor
WHEN: Today!
WARNING(S): Currently none. Just bad taste in music.

After the U-Men incident and the follow-ups, it had been rather calm in the medical department. A few scratches, sprains and a belly ache had been the only thing Zian had to worry about. Instead, he had taken time to familiarize himself with both the ground floor office and med lab, as well as the infirmary and research labs down in the sub-levels. The nurse's office was kind of his home, however, leaving the more serious stuff to the doctors.

That meant that he also ended up personalizing it a bit with some nice, comic-book posters to make the kids feel more at ease, as well as his precious water boiler for the days he just wanted something warmer in his feeding tube. (Though he usually said it was used for tea just in case he'd gross anyone out... plus some might actually want tea while talking symptoms.)

It also included one technopath-made boombox, because his dad had been awesome. It was currently playing rather loud music, easily heard in the corridors outside the nurse's office. Someone liked ridiculously chipper pop songs, right?

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Zian studied the steaming healing with curiosity, wondering how different the boy's healing factor was to Luvander's, or his own healing of other people. A lot of mutation could seem similar on the outside yet be very genetically different. To Zian, the multitude of mutant powers was a fascinating thing, creating heroes and villains - and scared, confused kids.

Starting to fill the vials, he took a moment to check Eren's pulse as well. He'd do blood pressure afterwards to see that everything was functioning properly, but he doubted that there was anything physically wrong with the kid. He just needed help.

Between vials, he takes a moment to sign after putting a plaster on the needle to keep it in place for the next one. "You're missing out on some really epic food fights, I hear. Are the other kids giving you any trouble?"

Eren could see the usefulness in being able to heal, but it was gross, regardless. He didn't want anything to set him apart from his fellow humans, and it wasn't as if that was all his power was. If it was only healing, at least that would be... a little better.

He didn't like to look, not because he had a problem with needles, but because the rising steam reminded him of what a freak he'd become. He hated it.

"It's stupid to waste food." As a survivalist, he couldn't approve, and he definitely didn't approve of playing around with mutants. He probably wouldn't have approved of anything that took place on school grounds at this point. "Yeah, of course. They don't like to listen to anyone with a different opinion." And then there was the one kid that kept talking to him and acting like he wanted to be Eren's father, but he was just annoying.

It was a way of thought so very unlike Zian's own, but much of that came from being born the way he was. When he was a kid, he had often wished to be like humans, but having spent most his life around different branches of morlocks, 'weird' was just the new normal.

"Well, I can agree that it's a bit stupid... but kids need to be stupid sometimes. It's just part of growing up." The medic stops signing to fill the last vial and take away the butterfly needle, carefully pressing a bit of cotton to the tiny prick for a moment before replacing it with a band-aid, complete with a cartoony Avengers pattern. He didn't even care that Eren probably healed in a milisecond after he too the needle out.

"I tried to surf in a trash can down in the sewers when I was sixteen. Got stuck in a drain and had to wade all the way back home. It was pretty stupid but I had fun. I learned." There's a rubbery snapping sound as Zian removes his gloves.

"Sometimes you just gotta be dumb to enjoy life. Before all these obligations and responsibilities."

Eren frowned down angrily at the cartoony band-aid. "I'm not a kid." He didn't watch things like the Avengers that glorified non-humans. As soon as Zian removed his hand, he pulled it off. Mutant propaganda. He didn't need it, anyway, as his freak skin had already healed over.

"I had plenty of fun back home. We did all kinds of stuff. I don't see how I'm going to have any fun here, when I hate it. And I have more important things to worry about, anyway." Like the coming war, for instance. Throwing food around would just be stupid, in the face of that.

Eren did have a way of being dumb, but it wasn't the fun kind of dumb.

Zian sighs slightly, the only natural sound the tall man could make. "You're what? Fifteen? Sixteen? You want to be normal, and human... human kids do stupid shit and try to kiss girls. Not preparing for a war that all the mutants are trying to prevent. To save both sides."

He wasn't about to get into that discussion again, though. "Maybe if you focus on normal things, you'd feel more normal. Kids here do kid things, not mutant activism, so why not do the same? Just be a teen with all the issues that entail instead of worrying about everything else."

There was a hint of a smile behind the mask again. "You deserve that."

"I'm fourteen." He'd been fourteen for a few weeks now. It didn't matter that he was technically a minor. He was an adult in spirit, old enough to fight for humanity. He knew that was true, no matter what anyone said. He snorted at the claim that mutants were trying to prevent the war, incredulous. Sure, he'd believe that when humans were no longer murdered by mutants.

"I'm not interested in any of that stupid shit."

Eren didn't come out with any of his Friends of Humanity rhetoric, because he was getting tired of arguing about it constantly. Not that he felt any differently. You couldn't even argue with these people! "No. This is normal. For me. Why do I have to be like everyone else?" There wasn't a trace of a smile on his face, nothing but his usual scowl.

"My bad. I just thought you wanted to be normal and like everyone else. Human, and all that. You're the only one pushing that back by acting like a soldier rather than a kid." Fourteen. Zian had guessed older, even if the guy's short stature. There was just too much going on behind those eyes.

The medic rubs the back of his neck, the metal dreads clattering together at the movement. His back was a little stiff after kneeling by the seat, but it wasn't a problem.

"Now go eat something. If you feel light-headed or anything you come right back." Kid might have a healing factor, but his powers were under investigation and replenishing blood might not be one of them. Zian had taken pretty much every kind of testing vial, after all. He would have to send that down to the research lab later.

Dr. McCoy was probably good at that sort of thing.

"Be a kid while you can, Eren. It'll be worth it in the end."

"I want to be a normal human. As in, not a mutant. I don't want to be one of those people who live like livestock, waiting around as if nothing's wrong." He was displeased, as he always was when he didn't think he was being taken seriously. "And I am a soldier."

Eren shrugged. Whether this meant he agreed to eat something was anyone's guess. He didn't appear to be too concerned.

"It's already too late for that," said Eren. And if he wasn't a kid anymore, then that was the fault of the mutants, as far as he was concerned.

There was something profoundly sad about the boy's words that made the medic take a deep, slightly shaky breath. Poor kid. Just... fuck those people that had done this to him. Fuck them. Eren deserved a lot better than this brainwashed crap that he was spitting out.

Still, there's nothing he can really do. He just had to trust the professor and the counselors here to do the right thing - to help him.

"...alright. Take care." His translator didn't do tones well, but the signing was tired and sad despite the nimble fingers.

Eren, completely unaware of anything that could have been wrong with what he was saying, didn't say thank you or good bye, because he was too angry to be as polite as he would have been at home. Not that he could go home. He was stuck here.

He turned and left with a grunt, but without another word.

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