He Made Some Spares

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  The identical face smiled a biting expression. “As good as one I’l lever have. At least I don’t want to be you. Your genes have dominated enough of my life however short it is and will be.”

"Of course I’m the best you’ll ever have. Shouldn’t you be at Sinister’s side? What are you doing here?"

"I am not your mother.”

The identical face smiled a biting expression. "As good as one I'l lever have. At least I don't want to be you. Your genes have dominated enough of my life however short it is and will be."

Jen turned an eyebrow raised. "I'm not entirely customary, sir."

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"I’m sure you’ll be more help than you realize." Jen said, each word sincere as her smile came more naturally to her face. “And the vest might give me just enough extra fabric to do something with." She could telekinetically rearrange the molecules into something a bit more.. modest, to perhaps help her blend in better with the rest of the world. 

Shrugging slightly and pulling his vest off, he flattened it out and gave it a sharp swat or two to get rid of any wrinkles or dirt he may have picked up before holding it out for her to slip on. “Need me to walk you somewhere? Guess we could go back to my ship, if you need a few minutes to recuperate.”

Jen put on the vest and closed her eyes. quite suddenly there was a shifting of cloth as the molecules started to rearrange themselves into a rather smart looking black dress with white accents that was tight, but well fitting, across her body. the collar was over a keyhole bustline, showing a single, large diamond shaped ruby that hung from the collar. "I... I'm not even entirely sure of where in the world I am" Jen said once the telekinetic transformation of her clothing was complete. "I need to get my bearings."

Everyone should be at some point or another.

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"Wasn’t doubting that." She said, slowly. "Jus’ that people don’t believe Jubilee is mine." She watched the Jean look a like for a moment, trying to get a feel for her, whether she would turn hostile or not. She hated being distrusting but sometimes it was necessary. "So, Jen Pryor, what’re you doing in this part of Brooklyn?"

"I have seen worse than you."

"Worse than this?"He inclined his head. "Manners. Danny Ketch."

"yes." Sinister, worse than anything, truly. "I'd rather not speak of it. Jen Pryor. should I say it's a pleasure?"

Jen smiled thinly. “I get that a lot.” Hmm… To reveal or not to reveal. “I’m Jen Pryor, and you, are…?”

"Pryor." With that last name she could only come to one conclusion. But she kept mum on it for now. "Jubilee. As in that’s actually my name."

It wasn't easy gettinga read on the girl. There was something... distinctly not quite human about her mind. It was fascinating. Jen wanted to pick it apart, compare it to the notes that she had stored in her memory that she had read from Lord Sinister's notes. But later, later. "Jen Pryor is my actual name. I've never had any other."

"I’m sorry, my dear. I did not mean to upset you."  He put his hands up trying to sow he meant no harm. "You strongly resemble a friend of mine and I thought you were her."

"Everyone seems to act as if all red haired women are the same person, frankly it's getting annoying." Never mind that yes, she was the same woman, genetically, at least. But that wasn't something she wanted to advertise, given ... well, everything that could happen.

"Do you not go against all natural order in the world? unless…." Jen tapped her lip as she thought. "are you a mutant?"

The Rider shook his head. "Not mutant. Spirit of Vengeance."For a moment, his head tilted to the side, almost in confusion. "… Not afraid?"

"I have seen worse than you."