deadly fever.

@rcyal-mercer​

       “yes, the essex house thing. what a shame it took them so long to stand up for themselves.” she’d never let herself be taken advantage of like that, not even if nathaniel essex himself offered her a few million dollars (she’d take the few million and bring everything to the ground). it would be easier said than done but she’d find a way. “i am having fun. this...” she nodded towards the other. “...is fun.” a grin displayed itself on her face. “i don’t arm wrestle but thank you for the offer.” she smiled again. “lavinia. be sure to remember it because i’m sure to get my moment.” the arrogance proceeded her - she was powerful, others just hadn’t acknowledged it yet.

     the person who she worked for seemed a little on edge with her comments and it did take her by surprise. perhaps it was because she wasn’t emotionally invested in any of it and that she didn’t care what the news said. she would occasionally give the old yikes to stories about deaths and the essex house but that was about as far as her empathy stretched. the response is a somewhat understanding one, one that registers with lavinia but that’s all. there were several thoughts of hers that she knew would be deemed apathetic so she wouldn’t voice them at all. “sure.” she was flat, her apathy showed and her body was quick to shrug. “people should just own who they are and be done with it. if you;re truly sure of yourself, it’s unlikely people will harm you.” lavinia had always been so sure and catastrophe didn’t follow her (perhaps she was the source).

    “exactly!” finally, someone that agreed with her (yes, she had used the same musing line on multiple people). everyone was all doom and gloom while lavinia was simply sailing through. she wasn’t attached, she didn’t answer to an authoritative figure, her parents were now afraid of her capabilities as she had been deemed an omega ability mutant once more - there were little stakes for her. that was what made her most dangerous. in a way, lavinia was an outcast but she had never wanted to fit in to begin with (the perfect recipe for an effective villain). there was no particular reason why she was like this; her parents were nice people, she had gone to xavier’s and received the correct training, she had people that wanted to be her friend; lavinia had just never expected it. “everyone’s so miserable, you’d think they’d leave it at home.” she shook her head and then boldly controlled a ‘free’ drink towards her hand. “see? it’s a party.”

   “umm...” she frowned. “ellie? the one that had the friends that went on oprah and told their torture stories?” that was only admitting weakness. lavinia had always had an issue connecting with people and this was another example of where apathy demonstrated itself. “i mean, it was dramatic but was the confessional booth worth it?” she mocked. “only time will tell.” the girl had no interest in tailoring her conversation to fit a colelague’s presence at an event out of hours.

    what a joke. lavinia was sure that she could take most of them out if she wanted to yet her personality didn’t fit the mold enough for xavier to recommend her for the team. she wasn’t good with people but if she could efficiently ‘save’ them by casually interjecting then what was the issue? in her opinion, it was just another old man trying to take control over the world and she wasn’t about to entertain it. frowning, lavinia blinked. “who? i thought he was called elliott.” she deadpanned. “no, i had this friend. well, not friend but someone who i kept running into and he greatly annoyed me and now he’s not around to annoy me anymore... and his ‘friends’ were on oprah.” she used quotations for that word as she didn’t really have any - the only one she had really had was with yaz and she had chosen to distance herself from it. “listen, lady. i’m just trying to enjoy myself. bit of a pointless party considering recent disasters but i’ll leave them to it.”

    “i still can’t believe that little shit bag who used to annoy me is never coming back.” elliott his name was, as confirmed on oprah. “it’s a shame. after all the trauma, a me night is definitely needed and what better way to enjoy myself here.” lavinia was still bitter about not being chosen to be an omega but she couldn’t resist a party-like setting.

     lavinia’s curiosity is peaked with the other’s presence. they’re odd and that interested her. the young woman always seemed bored and resorted to starting trouble for no apparent reason, like she had done moments before. lavinia han had always been unattached to people, even her parents. yaz would be the exception but that was because she was interested in her, that she spurred her to react in order to get her attention. the person before her interested her but not in the same way especially when reactions were brought into question. “no, no.” lavinia raised her eyebrows. “i find yours rather... refreshing.” lavinia chuckled. “very interesting, actually. i’m interested in you... and you are?”

     lavinia had said enough already to worry noah and so had decided that was enough. “try not to think about it too much. i’m sure both the students and professors must have matured since i went to school here.” she was doing a good job of supressing her need to laugh at the situation, mostly because what she was saying didn’t actually matter to her.

@ofgoetsch​

   “not at all.” lavinia was quick to retort. “can’t you see? i’m the type who loves to be love and adored by everyone.” sarcasm laced with her words, the young woman chuckled. she didn’t care for the most part but it was rejection that brought out something ugly in her. “this isn’t really my style but that’s okay. this many different people in a room is a recipe for disaster. i hope charles came prepared.”

   lavinia had never mastered the art of conversation, more thought about what she was going to say next. however, the next thing that came out of nicholas’ mouth did shock her. “friends? you want to be friends with me?” a smile graced her lips, the narcissist in her feeling valued. “i suppose that could work for me. always need new friends, right?” her voice highered in pitch as it was probably something someone had said to her at the institute before she’d reject them.

    lavinia wouldn’t have care if the other was offended but it was the lack of reaction that really got under her skin. “why the long face? I thought that was rather comical of me. must be blessed with the gift of comedic timing as well as telekinesis.” she chucked at herself before walking closer to them, dragging her heels as she did so. “nothing? not asking you to care about them, they’re strangers that were being inconsiderate. that’s all.”

   “i’ll leave you to explore those possibilities by yourself. can’t trust those xavier students.” raising her eyebrows, lavinia folded her arms and then leant against the wall. she was toying with him at this point and it was rather entertaining, a lot more entertaining than hearing charles go on and on and on with his own anecodtes. “you’ll be fine. you’ve probably gone through worse things than bad confectionary at a new year’s eve party. just hope no one licked them all before putting them out for everyone.” a louder laugh escaped her. “you’ll be fine, don’t worry.”