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om_mainAfter telling Jean-Paul about the Anders-punching party, Jeanne-Marie parts ways briefly with her brother again. JP to the infirmary, JM to Noriko.
Not long after leaving Noriko, Jeanne-Marie marched up to her brother's room and knocked on the door. It hadn't occurred to her that she might've sent him a text or called to see if he was in--she was still fuming--and yet oddly satisfied that she had done what she could. Still, this was something she had to tell her brother, and as soon as possible. She knocked and then, since she normally visited him via the window and not this more, ah, conventional way: "Jean-Paul? It is only me. I need to talk to you."
She didn't care if her voice echoed all the way down the hall. She had just bloodied a fellow student, so what did it matter, really?
The door sprang open before she'd fully voiced the last sentence. Jean-Paul looked rumpled and faintly agitated himself. "What's the matter?" he asked, towing her in at once.
His appearance surprised her out of herself a little. "It is a problem with one of the other students. But you look annoyed, too?"
The observation seemed to startle him a bit. "I just...felt restless, I guess. And a little pissed off for no reason. Or..." He looked to her. "Was there a reason?"
Ah! That explained it. "There was." She took his arm and drew him to sit next to her on the bed--it was the kind of thing one should say to someone who was sitting down, certainly. "Anders Johnson. I thought he was my friend, but he has been manipulating me with his powers."
Without prompting, Jean-Paul glanced down at her hand with its red-smudged and bruised knuckles. He was wire tense now, his eyes burning fiercely. "Is there anything left for me to kill?"
"Oh, a little, yes." A satisfied but grim smile twisted her mouth. "The other day he said something that tipped me. I asked Tessa to look into it, then I talked to Noriko, since I was afraid he might've used it on her too. We hurt him, but I am sure neither of us would mind seeing him hurt more."
Yes, she had possibly stopped Noriko from frying him... but that had been more for Nori's sake than Anders', certainly.
Jean-Paul hadn't thought he could possibly get any more pissed off, but the fact that this bastard might have gone after Nori as well nearly tipped him over from furious to murderous. He rose to his feet, slow and collected. The smile that he offered in answer to his sister's was a slender thing, sharp as a fang. "Was he able to move when you left him, sister?"
"Well enough to drag himself down to the infirmary, I think. I didn't want to look at him long enough to find out." She stood, lips pursing a little more. She rather liked where she thought this was going. "But I feel refreshed now."
Jean-Paul leaned in and pecked his sister on the cheek. "I will tell you what...you go find Nori and I will take you both out for a celebratory dessert. I just have to make a stop by the infirmary first."
"Nori might rather be left alone to fume," Jeanne-Marie admitted. She wouldn't tell Jean-Paul the details, as it was not her story to tell, and Noriko had seemed... reticent to discuss it. "But I will gladly ask her and meet with you after."
Admittedly, she would've liked to see her brother make Anders bleed. But she could also understand him wanting to do it alone. After all, he might feel the need to restrain himself for her sake, as she might've for his if their positions were reversed.
Jean-Paul frowned. Oh yes. He was going to make this hurt. He might even text Josh afterward and ask him not to patch up the son of a bitch. "All right." On impulse, he reached out and hugged his sister hard. "We can bring her back something if she'd rather be alone."
"I will tell her, certainly." She squeezed just as hard before pulling back to look him in the eye again. "And I want a full description of what goes on in the meantime. Over dessert."
Her brother's gaze was utter ice. "I should describe it to someone, shouldn't I? He will never see it coming."
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When she couldn't find Noriko in her room or any of the usual common places--not that she had expected to--Jeanne-Marie tried some aerial reconnaissance outside. The flash of blue lightning was easy to find, now the sun was beginning to sink. Jeanne-Marie dropped lower in the sky until she landed feather-light near where Surge was being, well. Surge.
Noriko had stopped herself from another burst of superspeed when she spotted someone in the sky. It wasn't Jean-Paul, she decided after a second, but as the figure came closer, it became clear that it was Jeanne-Marie, and Noriko had absorbed the electricity back inside her by the time the other girl landed not far from her.
"Hey," she called out to her, as much of a greeting as Jeanne-Marie was going to get just then. Although if the other girl wanted to talk about it, Noriko would. She just didn't feel like it herself.
Jeanne-Marie didn't know Noriko well enough to tell much from her body language alone--she was a little bit like Jean-Paul in that it was guarded enough that a thorough knowledge was necessary. So she made no assumptions, except that Nori had wanted to blow off some steam (of course), and kept it simple. "Hello. I thought I'd check in later, but I've just spoken to my brother. I didn't tell him what Anders did, only that it was enough we both punched him.
"I think he's gone to get a few hits in, himself, now."
"Good for him," Noriko stated, although the 'him' referred to Anders more than Jean-Paul. The more the guy got hit the better for him, in case it knocked any sense into him. She sure as hell wasn't going to feel sorry for him, although she would've preferred if Jeanne-Marie had left her out of it altogether.
"We are going to have dessert somewhere when he's finished. Do you want to come?"
Part of Noriko wanted to say yes, because Anders had messed with Jeanne-Marie too, and because Jean-Paul was one of the few people she could imagine herself hanging out with right now, but she still went with, "Nah, you guys go ahead." She didn't know their dynamics enough to feel at ease, and the last thing she wanted was to play third wheel to the brother and sister show, or... whatever. It wasn't the only option she didn't like. "Thanks, though."
Jeanne-Marie nodded and tucked a lock of hair behind her pointed ear, considering what to say next. She had expected Noriko to turn her down, but she just wanted her to know... "If you change your mind, just text. Or call. Either of us. Jean-Paul said if you declined, we would bring you back something. He says you eat like him."
"Pretty sure I eat way less healthily than him," Noriko commented, tilting her head to the side slightly. Nothing about her body language said that she was at ease. "Thanks, but don't worry about it. Plenty of things in the kitchen."
For just a moment, Jeanne-Marie paused, lips parted as if she would say something else. Instead, she ended up biting at her lower lip briefly, then nodding. "All right. But the offer stands."
"Yeah," Noriko nodded, and even added, "Thanks."
Not long after leaving Noriko, Jeanne-Marie marched up to her brother's room and knocked on the door. It hadn't occurred to her that she might've sent him a text or called to see if he was in--she was still fuming--and yet oddly satisfied that she had done what she could. Still, this was something she had to tell her brother, and as soon as possible. She knocked and then, since she normally visited him via the window and not this more, ah, conventional way: "Jean-Paul? It is only me. I need to talk to you."
She didn't care if her voice echoed all the way down the hall. She had just bloodied a fellow student, so what did it matter, really?
The door sprang open before she'd fully voiced the last sentence. Jean-Paul looked rumpled and faintly agitated himself. "What's the matter?" he asked, towing her in at once.
His appearance surprised her out of herself a little. "It is a problem with one of the other students. But you look annoyed, too?"
The observation seemed to startle him a bit. "I just...felt restless, I guess. And a little pissed off for no reason. Or..." He looked to her. "Was there a reason?"
Ah! That explained it. "There was." She took his arm and drew him to sit next to her on the bed--it was the kind of thing one should say to someone who was sitting down, certainly. "Anders Johnson. I thought he was my friend, but he has been manipulating me with his powers."
Without prompting, Jean-Paul glanced down at her hand with its red-smudged and bruised knuckles. He was wire tense now, his eyes burning fiercely. "Is there anything left for me to kill?"
"Oh, a little, yes." A satisfied but grim smile twisted her mouth. "The other day he said something that tipped me. I asked Tessa to look into it, then I talked to Noriko, since I was afraid he might've used it on her too. We hurt him, but I am sure neither of us would mind seeing him hurt more."
Yes, she had possibly stopped Noriko from frying him... but that had been more for Nori's sake than Anders', certainly.
Jean-Paul hadn't thought he could possibly get any more pissed off, but the fact that this bastard might have gone after Nori as well nearly tipped him over from furious to murderous. He rose to his feet, slow and collected. The smile that he offered in answer to his sister's was a slender thing, sharp as a fang. "Was he able to move when you left him, sister?"
"Well enough to drag himself down to the infirmary, I think. I didn't want to look at him long enough to find out." She stood, lips pursing a little more. She rather liked where she thought this was going. "But I feel refreshed now."
Jean-Paul leaned in and pecked his sister on the cheek. "I will tell you what...you go find Nori and I will take you both out for a celebratory dessert. I just have to make a stop by the infirmary first."
"Nori might rather be left alone to fume," Jeanne-Marie admitted. She wouldn't tell Jean-Paul the details, as it was not her story to tell, and Noriko had seemed... reticent to discuss it. "But I will gladly ask her and meet with you after."
Admittedly, she would've liked to see her brother make Anders bleed. But she could also understand him wanting to do it alone. After all, he might feel the need to restrain himself for her sake, as she might've for his if their positions were reversed.
Jean-Paul frowned. Oh yes. He was going to make this hurt. He might even text Josh afterward and ask him not to patch up the son of a bitch. "All right." On impulse, he reached out and hugged his sister hard. "We can bring her back something if she'd rather be alone."
"I will tell her, certainly." She squeezed just as hard before pulling back to look him in the eye again. "And I want a full description of what goes on in the meantime. Over dessert."
Her brother's gaze was utter ice. "I should describe it to someone, shouldn't I? He will never see it coming."
When she couldn't find Noriko in her room or any of the usual common places--not that she had expected to--Jeanne-Marie tried some aerial reconnaissance outside. The flash of blue lightning was easy to find, now the sun was beginning to sink. Jeanne-Marie dropped lower in the sky until she landed feather-light near where Surge was being, well. Surge.
Noriko had stopped herself from another burst of superspeed when she spotted someone in the sky. It wasn't Jean-Paul, she decided after a second, but as the figure came closer, it became clear that it was Jeanne-Marie, and Noriko had absorbed the electricity back inside her by the time the other girl landed not far from her.
"Hey," she called out to her, as much of a greeting as Jeanne-Marie was going to get just then. Although if the other girl wanted to talk about it, Noriko would. She just didn't feel like it herself.
Jeanne-Marie didn't know Noriko well enough to tell much from her body language alone--she was a little bit like Jean-Paul in that it was guarded enough that a thorough knowledge was necessary. So she made no assumptions, except that Nori had wanted to blow off some steam (of course), and kept it simple. "Hello. I thought I'd check in later, but I've just spoken to my brother. I didn't tell him what Anders did, only that it was enough we both punched him.
"I think he's gone to get a few hits in, himself, now."
"Good for him," Noriko stated, although the 'him' referred to Anders more than Jean-Paul. The more the guy got hit the better for him, in case it knocked any sense into him. She sure as hell wasn't going to feel sorry for him, although she would've preferred if Jeanne-Marie had left her out of it altogether.
"We are going to have dessert somewhere when he's finished. Do you want to come?"
Part of Noriko wanted to say yes, because Anders had messed with Jeanne-Marie too, and because Jean-Paul was one of the few people she could imagine herself hanging out with right now, but she still went with, "Nah, you guys go ahead." She didn't know their dynamics enough to feel at ease, and the last thing she wanted was to play third wheel to the brother and sister show, or... whatever. It wasn't the only option she didn't like. "Thanks, though."
Jeanne-Marie nodded and tucked a lock of hair behind her pointed ear, considering what to say next. She had expected Noriko to turn her down, but she just wanted her to know... "If you change your mind, just text. Or call. Either of us. Jean-Paul said if you declined, we would bring you back something. He says you eat like him."
"Pretty sure I eat way less healthily than him," Noriko commented, tilting her head to the side slightly. Nothing about her body language said that she was at ease. "Thanks, but don't worry about it. Plenty of things in the kitchen."
For just a moment, Jeanne-Marie paused, lips parted as if she would say something else. Instead, she ended up biting at her lower lip briefly, then nodding. "All right. But the offer stands."
"Yeah," Noriko nodded, and even added, "Thanks."
