Diversified : DJ's Musebox

WHO Will Vega, Jr (androit), Kenzi Malikov (onteamdyson)
WHAT One vampire just happens to have a good, delicious snack named Junior who doesn't mind hanging out every now and then
WHEN Sometime at night
WHERE OUT
WHY fluff fluff fluffy fluff

Junior wasn't really sure if he was early or if Kenzi was late. It was somewhat routine by now that they'd probably miss each other once before finally actually meeting up since they tended to congregate in populated places. Something about seeming less suspicious starting out in hangout spots even if they weren't doing anything that would actually come off as suspicious. Some of those little lessons from his grandparents that never really faded with time.

Either way, he had his eyes peeled and was patiently standing where he was as a beacon of tallness for Kenzi to find. He could have tried focusing his own ability of sensing faelike creatures but that only worked some of the time and left him with a killer headache to force it.

Tonight was supposed to be lighthearted, hanging out and maybe grabbing something to eat for Junior and letting Kenzi have a bite, too. Windowshopping or whatever else caught their eye. No need to start it off bad.

WHO Will Vega, Jr (androit), Felix Bakar (ambibionic)
WHAT guess who just saw X-Men: Apocalypse and wanted more evil, power hungry Oscar Isaac (hint: it's us)
WHEN About usual timeline for these two. 2106, Junior is 26, Felix is 28.
WHERE Start at the bakery, work our way from there
WHY read: what

Every now and then, it was easy to forget what he really was. Not that it was a thought that ever left him, but an instinct you cold live through without acknowledging. Like breathing or walking or getting up in the mornings. His power was delicate and difficult to comprehend — not that Junior allowed himself to slack on maintaining control, oh no — which meant that he would be better off letting it rot while he lived his own simple life. His powers had nothing to do with who he was or what he was capable of. Even if sometimes it made things a little more convenient than not.

His day was like any other, just working in his bakery and considering what he would need to restock, where he would need to meet up on interviews for part-timers and everything in between. He wasn't worried about his status, not even with the quiet murmur of mutants on the rise in the area getting everyone into a tizzy; some poor teenager had grown into their genes in a way that was hard to ignore, and that left a sour taste in everyone's mouth. Even though his own mutant puberty hadn't been so noticeable, it had been a disaster nonetheless. It was more than enough reason to keep his head down through the panic and confusion, the gossip and sensationalization.

The store was empty at the moment, blinds pulled down in the harsh afternoon light leaving only the silhouette visible from the outside, and Junior still had some things to get done. Glancing at the door to make sure no one was coming in, he twisted his hand and the broom started its work across the floor. Dirty to clean. Maybe he could have pushed harder and forced the shop to clean itself but there was a sort of simplicity he enjoyed in watching the effect he could have, making it more mundane than awe-inspiring. Like this, he could pretend his power was something banal like telekinesis. He could certainly approximate plenty of different things if he thought long enough about what forces acted against each other; as long as nothing was accomplished in a true neutral fashion, Junior would usually mimic it.

And considering that for every action, there was a reaction, well... he had plenty of room to work with.

Glancing to the door once more, he quickly shoved the broom back into the corner with the wave of his hand and got back to tending the counter when he saw someone approaching. Easy, simple, nothing to worry about. Just another day. No indulgence here. Better to save the rest for after hours, probably. Maybe never. "Hey, uh, welcome. Anything I can get you?"

WHO Junior (androit), Kylo Ren (derriphan)
WHAT Two brothers separated by fate, brought back together again by the same.
WHEN Uhhh, just pre-movie. During the search for Luke's map.
WHERE Finalizer, I think!
WHY because why not

After coming to blows with a contingent of Stormtroopers planetside, Junior hadn't really expected to wake up in one piece. Or wake up at all, that had always been a possibility. Despite the fact that he wasn't a fighter, he did dangerous things for the sake of his mother and the Resistance, or his father and their smuggling. There was always risk involved, a cost-benefit analysis that he tended to ignore in favor of being there for his family. It wasn't quite a conscious reaction to the Ben's abandonment fifteen years ago, but if someone poked at it, he couldn't well deny the possibility.

Everything involving Ben had a lot of complicated feelings surrounding it, after all.

His whole body ached, senses flaring out in pain before he could stop himself and, even if it was obvious he was awake by now, Junior kept his eyes closed and took stock before anything else. His back was a blazing sun of pain where he had taken a tonfa just barely shielded by his meager knowledge of using the Force to move and hold objects. The rest of him was a mass of pain and bruises but his back was probably the worst-off. Not a good scenario if he wanted to get back home anytime soon. Next, he reached out with his Force sense — one of two things that came naturally to him — and halted almost immediately for the presence sitting right above him.

Eyes shooting open, Junior found himself face-to-face with a hardened mask. One he had never seen before in person, but depictions and dreams were more than enough. "Ben?"

WHO Will Vega, Jr. (androit), Felix Bakar (ambibionic)
WHAT A date? Maybe. Probably. Or not.
WHEN idk have we decided years yet
WHERE An Art Gallery.
WHY because Junior's parents are DEAAAAAD

Junior had never been good with words. Even as a child, expressing himself had been an exercise in frustration, pantomime and a lot of learned independence. It wasn't for lack of trying or his grandparents' best efforts. Word just didn't come. They weren't his to share. Not like Felix, who made words into beautiful tapestries and could talk for hours without once stumbling over himself or searching for descriptions he couldn't find. It was a compliment to how they worked, able to read each other in the ways no one else could grasp, shoring up their weak spots.

Words didn't work for Junior, but maybe he could get some ideas from the art gallery. Even if he wasn't going to get that lucky, their mutual friend had an exhibit that was to be unveiled that day and it was an opportunity. He'd had plenty of them, and somehow kept messing them up, but he wasn't going to throw in the towel. He would keep trying to make himself known to Felix for however long it would take.

It helped that the exhibit was going to be on cyborgs in society. Something Junior appreciated considering the status of his best friend as a cyborg. In society. (Those words sure are handy, huh, Junior?) The subject was close to both of them for the same but different reasons. Plenty of things to try talking about.

"This one's nice," Junior heard himself say as they stopped in front of some vague-shapes-forming-a-vaguer-picture. The other exhibit wasn't quite open yet, but they would be unveiling it soon. Not very smooth, he had to admit, though he would still give himself points for effort.