2007-10-25: Giving An Answer

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Summary: Mikhail, with a feeling of deja vu, invites Monica over to the studio. An awkward mention of abilities.

Date It Happened: October 25, 2007

Giving An Answer


Art Studio, NYU

Meeting up. He hasn't done that with the others in a while. Why not start now? Being alone doesn't help him, and he knows he's not. He's been told he isn't.

Then why doesn't he accept this?

Mikhail stares at the screen of his cell phone, the text message sent to Monica successful. Monica. He hasn't seen her for some time now. And…it just seems random to invite her over to the art studio he currently occupies within campus grounds. Maybe she'll come, maybe she won't - it's up to her. He just needs to finish this other art piece. The stick figure isn't cutting it.

—-

Like Old Reliable, Monica shows up at the door. She's actually a little nervous - this coming out stuff never gets any easier. She's not even certain he'll believe her, but she reckons that if she takes the step…well. She knocks on the door, and unable to resist, raises her voice a little and sings, "Oh Miki, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind, hey Miki!" Oh yes, Monica's definitely here.

—-

Silence fills the space in between his paint spattering and his response. The laughter that does escape is low, but words follow that soon afterward. Footsteps, the metal handle clicking to release the door from its state of closure. "Monica, there you are," Miki greets, tilting his head at the girl. "Come on in. Nothing else in here except student work and easels." He backs up, slowly going back to his work station.

—-

"Nothing wrong with student artwork, especially yours." Monica slips inside, prepared to actually check out the artwork in question. "I'm glad you didn't mind me invading your space. Interrupting the creative process and stuff. You alright? I haven't seen you in a few days."

—-

Mikhail shakes his head, chuckling. "Nah, I don't mind. I'm flattered." He is. It's rare to have people come and drop by to see him in action. However, it also sort of reminds him of when he invited Elena over just last month. He doesn't want a repeat. "I've been all right," he answers with a faint smile. "Busy. I've spent most of my time trying to get this stuff done." He nods his head in the direction of the canvas with the stick figure and fresh paint splotches. As you can see, it hasn't progressed much."

—-

Monica grins. "I don't know, it's better than I could do." Well, the artistic mind, she doesn't have - the technique, she could copy. "Actually, I came to talk to you about something. Show you something, really. If you don't mind. But it can wait if you want to work a bit more, until you feel finished."

—-

Eyelids flutter a little. Right. Actual talking. About what? It sounds sort of…cryptic. Not really - just…he's not even sure how to describe it. What harm can it do? It's a friend. It's Monica. Thoughts ran through his mind as he set the brush down on the counter, his blue gray gaze now falling on Monica. "…No, it's fine," Mikhail says finally. Nothing has been coming to mind. "What…what is it?"

—-

"Do you remember that day we went to the Mongolian BBQ, and I didn't know how to manage chopsticks, but then Ian started using them and then I could, and you started doing those tricks with them and then suddenly I could get it too?" She looks a little fretful. What if he doesn't believe her.

—-

"…Yeah, I remember that," Mikhail says, quirking an eyebrow. Although he was half-asleep at the time and pretty foggy, he did remember that much. Of course, he never thought too much about it. "Chopsticks. They take some time to get use to, but…" He pauses, looking at Monica thoughtfully. "…I thought that was normal…"

—-

"Miki, honey…" Monica looks at him earnestly. "I ain't ever used chopsticks before then, but I was doing all that spinning and twirling you were doing after I watched you a little bit. You really think that's normal? Look…thing of it is, I'm not normal. But not-normal in a good way. The chopstick twirling was part of it - am I making any sense?"

—-

"….." The art student's eyes slowly grow wider, more awake than usual. As she says this, he goes over each word in his head, repeating it in an echo-like fashion. He does remember something about showing off with the chopsticks. And for Monica to suddenly do that…she was a beginner. But how?? Lips part, no words coming forth. An uncertain sort of laugh comes up. "…When…what kind of…abnormality do you have?" he asks quietly, keeping his eyes on her.

—-

Monica takes a deep breath. Diving in, head first. Here we go! "Anything I see someone do - like, something physical? I can do it too. It's why I can kick Ian's ass with a lightsaber. It's how I did so well during the auditions. As long as I got someone to watch whatever it is - doesn't even have to be a real live person, it can be something I see on tv or in a movie - I can do it."

—-

The reaction isn't anything too great. He leans back on the stool, eyebrows raising a fraction of an inch from their usual position. His expression isn't deadpan, at least; in fact, Miki looks…interested. A little surprised, maybe. "…Huh. Nice," he comments with a nod. So now that he's revealed his ability once, eveyone else is also coming out about it? It feels that way. "…It's nice to know I'm not the only freak, actually," he smirks mirthlessly, flexing his fingers. "But…I'm sure there had to be a reason why you decided to say you're 'gifted.'"

—-

"Because even though nobody told me anything about you, something Elena said about you handling a mugger made me wonder." Monica confesses. "And it just seems weird to me, all of us being friends, all or most of us being gifted, I guess I like how you call it. My grandma would call it fate. Elena says we're supposed to save the world, but I got no idea what that's supposed to mean, really."

—-

That would do it. "…I was just…" Mikhail pauses, crossing his arms over his chest. A sleeve is tugged at in the process. "If I actually did try to get the gun away from Elena physically, or if I tried doing something else, it would've been much worse. I don't have the strength to do that, but…I could make people mimic what I do." He looks away from the girl. "A mental command, but I do the actions to reinforce what I'm trying to get across."

The mention of fate and saving the world just makes him blink. A cool concept, but it was never something he thought he'd be doing. "…Yeah, I-I don't get it either. I just thought…I figured everything was suppose to be normal." None of the super hero, fantasy world stuff. Just normal people living normal lives. Something to that extent.

—-

Monica shakes her head. "I wanted to be someone." she confesses shamefacedly. "If you knew - in church, we'd be told to pray for the city, pray for the community, and I'd pray to get out…and now look at what got handed to us. But thank you for being willing to tell me the truth. I just don't know what we're all going to do."

—-

He doesn't think that Monica should be ashamed of thinking that. Most people want to be someone. To be noticed. A nod of his head sums up his understanding as she spoke. "It's something that can't be hidden forever," Miki shrugged. "I guess as long as we can talk about it, it's okay. But…keeping it quiet is probably the best, for now."

—-

Monica nods. "Talking about it to each other. Those of us who know. Problem is, each of us wants to respect the secrets of the other, so it's hard to start a conversation with 'why don't we all talk about' because you don't know who's out to who." She pauses. "That made sense in my head."

—-

"Well…that's true," Mikhail says softly, closing his eyes for a moment. "I mean…I haven't known you guys for that long, and I only know about you and Elena. And Peter, since he was there." A conversation about their abilities would indeed make things more awkward. He can't help but laugh a little. "Don't worry, it made sense to me," he replies, looking at Monica again. Not judging, just looking.

—-

"There's a few more." Monica says. "But of course, I can't say yet. Can I mention you? To the one I know? Because then you two can talk. I think you'll be pleased."

—-

Mikhail thinks about it, his face staying serious. Elena hinted at it, but Monica was able to catch on quickly. He wouldn't be surprised if anyone else would do the same if she hinted it as well. At least they both asked him. "I suppose. Why not," he says. What harm can come out of it?

—-

Monica beams. "That's great. Maybe we can all figure out - I don't know. Something. Do you think we're meant to do something? I mean, would you?"

—-

He smiles back, an involuntary sort of reaction. And as weighty as the question felt, Mikhail needed to answer.

"…Maybe," the art student muses. "Maybe."

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