"It appears that the liquid which secretes from her darts is indeed a
lethal poison, which is also found in her blood. After running more tests I
found that directly after her blood is taken from the body it is acidic and
will eat through skin and weaker solids. It appears that a chemical
reaction with oxygen and other particles in the air both causes the blood
to become acidic but then reduces it to normal blood, and it will start to
thicken on the surface after a while, like regular blood." Hank looked over
his papers and then up at Xavier, Ororo, Scott, Kurt and Logan. "Her darts
themselves also contain the chemicals which make her blood less acidic, and
thickens it as well."
"So she's got acid blood an' poison in her bones?" Logan asked. Hank nodded.
"If the poison is not directly infused into something that soaks it up it will splash and if it falls on skin, the skin will absorb it and only a purple mark will be left. This is not so effective in terms of what the darts are supposed to do, but it still poisons the absorber. An example would be what Logan experienced in the dining hall."
"Are there any other effects from her mutation?" Ororo asked. Hank nodded.
"The chemicals in her blood are what turned her eyes purple," he said. "And, if I'm not mistaken, will eventually turn her teeth, nails, hair, and on a stretch her skin purple as well. I cannot be sure about that though, it is only a theory."
"She's going turn completely purple?" Scott asked.
"It is a possibility."
"But it won't hurt her," Xavier said, looking directly at Hank. The large man shook his brown-haired head.
"As far as I can tell she is completely immune to her poison, and perhaps all poisons and drugs weaker than it, which would cover most found in the world," he said. "She may or may not like her coloring, but by all physical and mental standards she should be fine."
"How does she fire her darts?" Kurt asked, looking at Hank wide-eyed.
"It appears her mutation uses some muscles in her arms which, for most people, are used much less than her. It's these muscles which fire her darts, and their lack of use may account for why she is not used to them and has problems controlling them. The skin around her wrists is elastic- like, and after the darts shoot out it appears to form back and mesh together, leaving no trace of being broken."
"Sort of like a healing mutation in one spot?" Ororo wondered. Hank nodded.
"How does this help her?" Logan said, arms folded across his chest. "Besides confirming to her that if she shoots someone who isn't me or Sabertooth that she's gonna kill them?"
"Logan," Xavier said. "I would not put it that way to her, if you discuss this with her at all."
"Don't worry Chuck," Logan said smiling. "I know my informative limits, I don't handle this kinda stuff."
"I have already spoken with Kyle about this," Hank interrupted. "I met her on the way up, and she is going to come down to the medical bay in a little while so I can see if I can help her with getting used to firing her darts."
"So that's it?" Scott asked. "That's what the meeting was called for?"
"Well, I just wanted to inform all of you that unless you have an early passing wish," Hank looked directly at Logan as he said this. "You should avoid having any direct contact with Kyle's darts or the poison which will come out of it."
"An' don't pick'em up," Logan said, chuckling.
"I will inform my classes as well," Scott said. Xavier nodded.
"That would be wise," he said. "The students must not come into contact with the poison."
"Vot if Kyle feels put into the spotlight because of the varning?" Kurt asked. "She might feel singled out."
"Yes, but she also needs to understand she could kill someone, I think she will understand," Xavier said. Kurt and the others nodded when they heard a soft knock on the door and Kitty stuck her head through the door.
"Hey professor, are we having classes today? None of the- oh, there you guys are," she said cheerfully, looking at Scott and Ororo. Scott looked at his watch and slowly got up.
"We're late for class," he told Ororo, who also rose. "Well, thank you professor, Hank," he turned and walked out of the door after Kitty's head disappeared. Logan nodded.
"Time fer lunch anyway," he said, leaving. Kurt nodded at the professor and left, following Hank after the doctor also emerged from the office.
"How long do you think until she vill be able to control her darts?" he asked.
"I don't know, I suppose it depends on how much work she puts into working on it," Hank said, shrugging then looking at his own watch. "Would you go inform Kyle that I can meet with her a little earlier, if it works for her?" Kurt nodded and bud farewell, then teleported off, which surprised Hank slightly as he jumped. Then he shook his head and continued walking down the halls muttering to himself. "A man who is normal looking, then blue, then disappears in a puff of blue smoke, another who can heal, and a little girl who can stick her head through solid doors, this place is certainly going to get some getting used to."
**
Kurt teleported to the right hallway and then looked around, finding the right dorm door and approaching it he raised his hand to knock when he heard a bunch of thuds from inside. He knocked and slowly opened the door, finding Kyle with one arm raised, palm facing the opposite wall, which had three darts buried in it. She looked up at Kurt walked in and then sighed, though Kurt couldn't see her eyes because of the dark blue sunglasses she was wearing.
"Hey," she said. "Watch out, the walls are bleeding poison."
"Are you doing alright?" Kurt asked, concerned. Kyle shrugged.
"Why wouldn't I be?" she asked. "Thinking isn't supposed to hurt people."
"Isn't?" Kurt repeated, coming in. Kyle took off her sunglasses and flung them across the room, staring at the darts miserably.
"It's not," she said in a small voice. "Memories, they're just thoughts, they shouldn't hurt you either."
"Bad memories?" Kurt asked gently. Kyle nodded. "Vould you like to talk about them?" When she spoke next she seemed to be yelling, though her voice was no louder than most, it was definitely louder than any other time Kurt had heard her speak.
"They're not much, Scott loose his wife or mum or something a little while ago?" she asked. Kurt wondered why she had asked it and slowly nodded.
"Yes, his fiancée. She vos a very caring person, as I understand," he said. "I did not know her vell, I only came to the school a month ago."
"Wow, lots of new people around here," Kyle said. Then she sighed. "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked, I just heard some kids talking and noticed how Scott looks a lot, like my-" she broke off and looked at her feet.
"Did you lose someone recently?" Kurt guessed. Kyle looked at him.
"Sort of," she said. "My mum died a few years ago, car crash. I just noticed- Scott gets the same face as my father does when he's thinking about mum, though he usually cant think straight at all," Kyle broke off and sneered at her feet. "Most of the time he's too drunk to think of anything or anyone, he doesn't even remember mom a lot." Kurt sat on a chair near the door,
"I'm sorry," he said. Kyle growled.
"I'm not," she said, "Mom had no right to get in that accident, she was drunk too, that's why she crashed, and dad's screwed up because of that, and can't handle me being around because I looked like her, though now I won't for long, will I?" she asked, looking at Kurt, who had not been expecting the outburst so soon. "No, because I'm gonna get purple and he would never recognize me, even if I could hide these goddamn darts and pretend like I healed form them, pretend like I was just Kyle and go back and stay with him. But I don't want to anyway, because he'd still get drunk and hit me, and if I killed him I'd never get away with it, I'd be locked up forever and rot in jail."
A noise outside sounded like a pair of girls running by, shouting.
"We're late, hurry up Jay!"
"I am hurrying, girl, wait up!" Kyle listened for a moment longer.
"You know, as the daughter of a pair of drunks I'm probably gonna be a drunk to? But in jail you cant get booze, so maybe I should end up there."
"You vill not end up in jail," Kurt said. Kyle sighed.
"I can only think, right? Think about mum, think about pops and what it was like when I was normal, when I wasn't a mutant and could live at home instead of some school with other mutants. And those mutants, almost all of them can go home, or go make their own home, or be happy here, and not have to worry about who will take care of their mother's grave of wonder-" Kyle stopped suddenly and looked at Kurt, her purple eyes meeting his yellow and locking gazes with him. After a moment she looked away and sighed. "I'm gonna be late to meet with Hank," she said quietly, getting to her feet and tugging the darts out of the wall, then throwing them in a trash can.
"Kyle? Vot vere you going to say?" Kurt asked, worried about her tone and face. "Kyle, vot are you vorried about?" Kyle didn't answer, her voice dropping down so he could barely hear it.
"Nothing, h- it doesn't matter," she said. "I need to go, Hank's waiting." And with that she hurried past him and out the door, leaving a worried Kurt behind her.
"So she's got acid blood an' poison in her bones?" Logan asked. Hank nodded.
"If the poison is not directly infused into something that soaks it up it will splash and if it falls on skin, the skin will absorb it and only a purple mark will be left. This is not so effective in terms of what the darts are supposed to do, but it still poisons the absorber. An example would be what Logan experienced in the dining hall."
"Are there any other effects from her mutation?" Ororo asked. Hank nodded.
"The chemicals in her blood are what turned her eyes purple," he said. "And, if I'm not mistaken, will eventually turn her teeth, nails, hair, and on a stretch her skin purple as well. I cannot be sure about that though, it is only a theory."
"She's going turn completely purple?" Scott asked.
"It is a possibility."
"But it won't hurt her," Xavier said, looking directly at Hank. The large man shook his brown-haired head.
"As far as I can tell she is completely immune to her poison, and perhaps all poisons and drugs weaker than it, which would cover most found in the world," he said. "She may or may not like her coloring, but by all physical and mental standards she should be fine."
"How does she fire her darts?" Kurt asked, looking at Hank wide-eyed.
"It appears her mutation uses some muscles in her arms which, for most people, are used much less than her. It's these muscles which fire her darts, and their lack of use may account for why she is not used to them and has problems controlling them. The skin around her wrists is elastic- like, and after the darts shoot out it appears to form back and mesh together, leaving no trace of being broken."
"Sort of like a healing mutation in one spot?" Ororo wondered. Hank nodded.
"How does this help her?" Logan said, arms folded across his chest. "Besides confirming to her that if she shoots someone who isn't me or Sabertooth that she's gonna kill them?"
"Logan," Xavier said. "I would not put it that way to her, if you discuss this with her at all."
"Don't worry Chuck," Logan said smiling. "I know my informative limits, I don't handle this kinda stuff."
"I have already spoken with Kyle about this," Hank interrupted. "I met her on the way up, and she is going to come down to the medical bay in a little while so I can see if I can help her with getting used to firing her darts."
"So that's it?" Scott asked. "That's what the meeting was called for?"
"Well, I just wanted to inform all of you that unless you have an early passing wish," Hank looked directly at Logan as he said this. "You should avoid having any direct contact with Kyle's darts or the poison which will come out of it."
"An' don't pick'em up," Logan said, chuckling.
"I will inform my classes as well," Scott said. Xavier nodded.
"That would be wise," he said. "The students must not come into contact with the poison."
"Vot if Kyle feels put into the spotlight because of the varning?" Kurt asked. "She might feel singled out."
"Yes, but she also needs to understand she could kill someone, I think she will understand," Xavier said. Kurt and the others nodded when they heard a soft knock on the door and Kitty stuck her head through the door.
"Hey professor, are we having classes today? None of the- oh, there you guys are," she said cheerfully, looking at Scott and Ororo. Scott looked at his watch and slowly got up.
"We're late for class," he told Ororo, who also rose. "Well, thank you professor, Hank," he turned and walked out of the door after Kitty's head disappeared. Logan nodded.
"Time fer lunch anyway," he said, leaving. Kurt nodded at the professor and left, following Hank after the doctor also emerged from the office.
"How long do you think until she vill be able to control her darts?" he asked.
"I don't know, I suppose it depends on how much work she puts into working on it," Hank said, shrugging then looking at his own watch. "Would you go inform Kyle that I can meet with her a little earlier, if it works for her?" Kurt nodded and bud farewell, then teleported off, which surprised Hank slightly as he jumped. Then he shook his head and continued walking down the halls muttering to himself. "A man who is normal looking, then blue, then disappears in a puff of blue smoke, another who can heal, and a little girl who can stick her head through solid doors, this place is certainly going to get some getting used to."
**
Kurt teleported to the right hallway and then looked around, finding the right dorm door and approaching it he raised his hand to knock when he heard a bunch of thuds from inside. He knocked and slowly opened the door, finding Kyle with one arm raised, palm facing the opposite wall, which had three darts buried in it. She looked up at Kurt walked in and then sighed, though Kurt couldn't see her eyes because of the dark blue sunglasses she was wearing.
"Hey," she said. "Watch out, the walls are bleeding poison."
"Are you doing alright?" Kurt asked, concerned. Kyle shrugged.
"Why wouldn't I be?" she asked. "Thinking isn't supposed to hurt people."
"Isn't?" Kurt repeated, coming in. Kyle took off her sunglasses and flung them across the room, staring at the darts miserably.
"It's not," she said in a small voice. "Memories, they're just thoughts, they shouldn't hurt you either."
"Bad memories?" Kurt asked gently. Kyle nodded. "Vould you like to talk about them?" When she spoke next she seemed to be yelling, though her voice was no louder than most, it was definitely louder than any other time Kurt had heard her speak.
"They're not much, Scott loose his wife or mum or something a little while ago?" she asked. Kurt wondered why she had asked it and slowly nodded.
"Yes, his fiancée. She vos a very caring person, as I understand," he said. "I did not know her vell, I only came to the school a month ago."
"Wow, lots of new people around here," Kyle said. Then she sighed. "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked, I just heard some kids talking and noticed how Scott looks a lot, like my-" she broke off and looked at her feet.
"Did you lose someone recently?" Kurt guessed. Kyle looked at him.
"Sort of," she said. "My mum died a few years ago, car crash. I just noticed- Scott gets the same face as my father does when he's thinking about mum, though he usually cant think straight at all," Kyle broke off and sneered at her feet. "Most of the time he's too drunk to think of anything or anyone, he doesn't even remember mom a lot." Kurt sat on a chair near the door,
"I'm sorry," he said. Kyle growled.
"I'm not," she said, "Mom had no right to get in that accident, she was drunk too, that's why she crashed, and dad's screwed up because of that, and can't handle me being around because I looked like her, though now I won't for long, will I?" she asked, looking at Kurt, who had not been expecting the outburst so soon. "No, because I'm gonna get purple and he would never recognize me, even if I could hide these goddamn darts and pretend like I healed form them, pretend like I was just Kyle and go back and stay with him. But I don't want to anyway, because he'd still get drunk and hit me, and if I killed him I'd never get away with it, I'd be locked up forever and rot in jail."
A noise outside sounded like a pair of girls running by, shouting.
"We're late, hurry up Jay!"
"I am hurrying, girl, wait up!" Kyle listened for a moment longer.
"You know, as the daughter of a pair of drunks I'm probably gonna be a drunk to? But in jail you cant get booze, so maybe I should end up there."
"You vill not end up in jail," Kurt said. Kyle sighed.
"I can only think, right? Think about mum, think about pops and what it was like when I was normal, when I wasn't a mutant and could live at home instead of some school with other mutants. And those mutants, almost all of them can go home, or go make their own home, or be happy here, and not have to worry about who will take care of their mother's grave of wonder-" Kyle stopped suddenly and looked at Kurt, her purple eyes meeting his yellow and locking gazes with him. After a moment she looked away and sighed. "I'm gonna be late to meet with Hank," she said quietly, getting to her feet and tugging the darts out of the wall, then throwing them in a trash can.
"Kyle? Vot vere you going to say?" Kurt asked, worried about her tone and face. "Kyle, vot are you vorried about?" Kyle didn't answer, her voice dropping down so he could barely hear it.
"Nothing, h- it doesn't matter," she said. "I need to go, Hank's waiting." And with that she hurried past him and out the door, leaving a worried Kurt behind her.