<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/3c/19/0c/3c190c1e2e2d5650ef64122054d0214d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gabriel Summers<br/><strong>Location:</strong>His Dorm<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>9-2-17 | 5:40pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Salem<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Sister? Bombs just got dropped.<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">  This was nice. The RA was a cool person, and she just seemed to be personable and likable. So it seemed he was indeed making a new friend. He'd have to tell the Professor later; he'd want to hear about it. He might even give him more advice. He paused and raised and eyebrow when she interrupted and said the tour was a sure deal, but for now she just wanted to talk a bit more. He was perfectly fine with that. He'd spent weeks, months not talking before. Not to himself. Not to others. Just silence. So he could talk as long as she wanted. "That's fine. What do you want to talk about? I'm...an open book! That's the phrase." <br/><br/>His expression beamed when she told him she wanted to train in the Danger Room. Out of everything, being able to use his powers and not hurt or kill anyone by express order of D'Ken was...it was just amazing. He was no longer a weapon. Sometimes he could still scarcely believe it. He looked to the empty sky, scared for a moment the Shi'ar would break through the atmosphere to get to him. But like every day since he'd arrived, nothing. "I get it. My powers are pretty destructive too. The Emperor made sure of that before I became useful to him." For only the second time since she showed up, when Salem told him her last name was actually <em>Summers</em>, he looked confused. <br/><br/>"But my name is Summers? On Earth don't shared last names mean...?" She took it from there, explaining that despite being an orphan(a word he knew from back home unfortunately), she thought he might be her little brother since Summers was indeed a very rare name. A single tear suddenly streaked down his cheek and onto the floor. It was like a bombshell had been dropped on him. Why would she lie? What reason would she have to deceive him? None whatsoever he could think of, so she must be his sister!<br/><br/> "Freaked out isn't the right term. Overjoyed maybe? I...I know what happened to my; <em>our</em> parents. And...and to know that I haven't lost everything is just." It was his turn to pause then. Even as an orphan, having never known her parents. It didn't mean Salem wanted to know the grizzly truth of D'Ken's crimes against their family, against nature itself. She warned him she was about to remove her glasses. He wasn't worried. "I'm not afraid. I trust you." Once they were off, she rubbed her eyes like they were strained, and didn't open them. It was strange to talk to someone with their eyes closed.<br/><br/> He'd been trained to notice subtle eye movements, so the lids were a detriment to his conditioning. He wasn't thinking about that though, he was thinking of something else. "The pleasure is mine, Salem." While she sat, he tucked his legs under him and hovered. Sometimes he wouldn't be given furniture back home, so this had become second nature to him. He became engrossed by Salem's answer to his question; wondering if his sister was truly this smart? He felt he wasn't all that smart, but then again his upbringing had seen to that, despite all evidence he'd shown to the contrary. When she was finished, he looked...confused? Upset? He wasn't sure how he felt about it.<br/><br/> "See the thing is. You're right. I agree with you. I think...so many people in the Empire agree with you. But I...I just don't understand <em>how</em> it's different. The Empire is all I know, and the Majestor held absolute power over the entirety of it. Even his closest friends, advisors, and family members are afraid to speak a single ill word of him. I just don't get how things aren't that way. I don't know if that makes any sense. Sorry. I'm...I'm not normal." It was her turn then to ask a question, and he could see the wheels spinning. She asked where he was from. So far, only the Professor and a few teachers were privvy to that. He wasn't hiding it. Just most people probably wouldn't believe him. "Yes...and no. But before all that, don't panic. I think I can...lemme just..."<br/><br/> Her eyes were closed so she couldn't see him when he reached out. Couldn't see him closing his own eyes in concentration. He floated just a bit closer, and touched her forehead with his index finger and his thumb. He sought out the staggering amount of energy constantly in her body, like it was being pumped in from another place. He could see the circuits and conduits of it surging about. And then he knew what he needed to do. It was a temporary fix, but with a tweak, he manipulated the energy flow so it wasn't centered <em>only</em> in her head behind her eyes. For as long as he was in the room, she could see without those glasses. <br/><br/>" Okay, I think I helped. Can you...open your eyes? Trust me if my plan didn't work I can handle whatever, but...I think you can see. For now at least." Whether she tried to or not, he'd wait a few seconds before going back to the story. "I am from Earth, but I'm not. I was conceived here. In Alaska. But then, I was taken by an alien race called the Shi'ar. I was raised there by the Emperor, as his slave. There is...there's a lot more to the story, but it's bad. Basically all of it. To make it short though, not too long ago I escaped my captivity and crashed back here on Earth. I know it sounds crazy, but it's all true. Even Xavier didn't want to believe me till he read my mind."<br/><br/></span>