Jubilee

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Jubilee smiled, “No, no pets unfortunately. I grew up with a dog, but that was a long time ago.”  She let her hand run over a cat’s fluffy back as it passed her. “I love cats though, I feel l like they just…get me if that makes any sense.”  She glanced at the menu again and nodded, “Thank you though, I think I’m gonna have the mango boba and a muffin.”  She looked at Cass excitedly, “Last time we went out you had me order, I’m impressed you’re feeling confident enough to do it! I can tell you’re really making progress.” 

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Cass smiled softly. “I like dogs,” she said. “They’re very sweet. And loyal. Damian has a dog. He named him Titus.” She reached out a hand as the cat drifted past, smiling again when the creature gently sniffed her fingers and rubbed up against her hand. 

She offered the other young woman another smile. “That sounds good,” she said. “I think…” She glanced at the menu herself, her expression thoughtful. “A…latte,” she said. “And a muffin, too.” 

Her expression brightened as Jubilee spoke. “Thank you,” she said. “I’m trying.” She smiled again. “I’ll be right back.” She went to the counter to place the order, and came back a few minutes later, holding a tray. “Here you go,” she said, smiling softly.

Jubilee leaned back, Scott had a point. Sure, she was one of the newer kids at the Xavier institute but it was clear that even the kids who’d been here for months or even years were almost as out of the loop as her. “Fair enough, I just wish there was more that we could do. With all the anti-mutant stuff and everything, you know?”

Scott nodded, a deep understanding coursing through him. He knew the taste of powerlessness all too well. He hated it’s familiarity. “I do know, it’s… not great.” Which was a poor understatement, really. “The Professor always says the most we could do is show them we aren’t what they think but…” It didn’t feel like enough. He wanted more. “It’s tough.” He told her. “I get it.” 

Jubilee watched Lyla closely as she got up. “Yeah…something like that,” she wanted to explain further, but the voices of Professor X and Scott echoed around in her head about keeping on the down low and not talking about mutants unless absolutely necessary. “That landing sounded rough. Are you ok? I’m still getting the hang of the the whole controlling the intensity of my fireworks thing.” Jubilee grins, “Your turn.” 

“Awesome. No big, something I wished I known before I asked you to train with me, but you win some you lose some.” the redhead winced a bit as she stood. “Oh yeah yeah. I’m cool. Totally cool. Question though, do you have a twin and why does it look like you’re talking at the same time?” she tried to joke, though she very much did see two of Jubilee. Jubilee. Of course, she was some kind of meta. Who else would have an awesome name like that? “I think I should sit down.”

         “They were wrong, but that doesn’t make this right.”  She said, brows pulled together in clear frustration. “Why would this be right?” Kate asked, trying to understand why the other person was saying what they were. 

Jubilee shrugged, “They gave me beef instead of chicken, I’m just trying to eat around it.”  Jubilee wasn’t the type of person to tell the poor teenager who worked at the mall taco shop that they had got her order wrong. Besides, she had bigger things on her mind and wasn’t in the mood to divert her attention elsewhere. “I had to stop another meta…mutant…whatever, another attack yesterday. My fireworks scared them off, nobody was hurt thank god. I just can’t understand how random people on the street would attack someone for something that’s in their dna.” She looks down, “I knew you’d probably take it better than Professor Xavier or something. Everyone keeps telling me to keep my head down, but you get it, you get why I can’t just blend into the shadows.” 

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Lois frowned. “If your order is wrong, I’ll tell them,” she said. She’d never had any qualms about doing that sort of thing. It wasn’t like she was going to be rude about it, but if the order was wrong, Jubilee should be able to eat what she wanted. She was always doing that sort of thing for Jordan. 

She glanced over at the young woman as she spoke, frowning slightly. “No, you can’t,” she agreed. “But I think you should tell the Professor, anyway. Just because he wouldn’t take it well doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve to know.”

A soft sigh fell from her lips. “People are afraid of what they don’t understand,” she said. “And when people are afraid, they lash out. They don’t want to bother opening their minds up, because they’re creatures of habit and they’re too lazy or stupid or scared. Sometimes all three.”

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Jubilee sat down at a table in the mall food court, picking at her taco bowl. 

“I told you we needed a day out, besides,” she looked at the shoe box her friend was carrying. “Those boots are the stuff of legends and on sale too. This mall must be lucky.”  Jubilee smiled, leaning a little on the table and looking up cheerfully at the person in front of her. “So, what’s going on in your head?” 

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Lois chuckled softly as the younger woman spoke. “Yeah, aren’t they?” she said. “They’re definitely gonna come in handy when I’m stomping around New York getting into things I shouldn’t be getting into.” She grinned again, to show that she was joking. Mostly. Sort of. Except not really at all. 

She smiled. “Oh, you know, mostly elevator music,” she joked. “What about you? For someone who was starving a minute ago you’re picking at your food now. Is everything okay?” Lois wasn’t very good at talking about herself, especially if something was wrong. But at this point, she was mostly just worried about her kids – and in that vague, faint way that she supposed many parents worried about their children.

“I’ve been here since the beginning and I still don’t know what the hell’s goin’ on.”

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Jubilee looked around the cafe as she waited for Cass to put in her order. 

There were cats everywhere, on perches, resting in arm chairs, one or two sitting on other customer’s laps. She’d never been to a cat cafe before but she wanted to get to know Cass better and this seemed as good a way as any to do it. 

Sitting down at a pair of over stuffed chairs Jubilee grinned and asked, “So, how did you find this place?” 

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Cass smiled brightly as Jubilee spoke. “I looked it up,” she said. “My friend…showed me boba. The tea. So I looked up…boba places.” She paused, looking around. “They also have coffee,” she said. “If you don’t like boba. And hot chocolate. And tea.” 

A cat jumped lightly into her lap and she smiled, gently stroking the cat along the length of its back. “Do you have one?” she said, pointing to the cat in her lap. “I don’t. I like them though.” She paused, considering. “I’ve never had any,” she said. “Any pets.” Unless you counted Damian letting her pet Titus. 

“Do you…” She pointed to the menu. “Know what you want? I can order. For both of us.”

Jubilee laughed nervously. It was true, she had been avoiding actually making the first move. Hoping Lyla would save her by losing patience and throwing the first, at least metaphorical, punch.  Letting sparks shoot from her fingertips she charged up a blast. “Nervous? Yeah sounds about right. Afraid? Never.”  She let out a blast, the concussive force echoing around the room. 

Lyla really had to learn to keep her mouth shut. Granted when she asked the girl to join her self-defense sparring well…she didn’t expect that. She slammed against the wall, a groan escaping from her lips. “Okay…so you’re a metahuman or something? Got it. I take back my previous statement.” she winced, getting to her feet. “That was cool though.”

❛ Are you done talking yet? Or are you too afraid that I might actually beat you, so you won’t shut up? ❜ Lyla challenged. Granted, she probably shouldn’t have. But she wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, even one she knew she might lose. 

“Look out!” Without thinking about it, Sue threw out a force field that protected the young woman who was talking just ahead of her. A traffic light had broken off its moorings and swung down, heading straight toward the girl. Of course, Sue had no way of knowing that the young woman was entirely capable of protecting herself – it was an instinct when she saw someone else in danger. The traffic light crashed into the forcefield, which easily held firm, and the machinery landed hard on the ground. “Are you okay?” she said, hurrying to catch up with the other woman as the forcefield died away.

She had to stop herself for a moment, you can’t just go around telling people you’re a mutant, much less that you can make pyrokinetic blasts and forcefields with your bare hands. “Yeah...Yeah I’m good! Thank you!” 

Dragging the older woman away from the scene and into a slightly more quiet area, albeit one where they could still hear sirens from the emergency vehicles congregating around the accident. 

“Watch this,” Jubilee let a few fireworks burst out of her hands before stepping back and crossing her arms. “I’m just like you!”