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[laserguy]

[Being in a new world is cool and all, but also sucks when everything you see is still a shade of red. Figures that the first time he's away in some new place he can't fully appreciate it, although, maybe he doesn't want to considering that stupid but truthful parchment he got referencing an incident that he's not exactly proud of.

How do they even know??

So excitement is honestly at an all time low and he's also sort of angry?? And the best thing to do when you're angry is clearly use this charm device and just say dumb shit--]

so who else is a freak here

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[laserguy]

[Oh, so he's not offering a drink because he's underage or anything, but because he doesn't trust him. That actually stings a bit and Scott immediately does his best to push that feeling down, actually glad that his shades cover his expression for the most part. He's frowning, yeah, but he could be frowning for a lot of reasons!!

Although, it's not like he can really blame Dazai either.]

I'm not gonna destroy anything!

[A little more hard to hide that defensive tone though.]

...And a couple of days. Feels much longer though.

[nullificates]

(can't blame him, though, unknown teenage-ability-user. if he thinks dazai cares, unfortunately, he doesn't for a lot of things. it's at least good enough to listen to what the boy has to say, perhaps he can help.)

Ah. So it's new. The glasses, though?

[laserguy]

About as new as my eyes.

[Scott does his best to stand still, not wanting to fidget in place. At least answering these questions is somehow making him feel a little better, because if there's anything he sort of trusts Dazai about, it's his ability. He genuinely helped him there-- is helping him.]

Got them just a day later, from my professor. Thankfully. Else I'd be closing my eyes this entire time.

[nullificates]

Ah, so you already have a mentor. Sounds good, isn't it good? Quick help! My mentee figured out his own ability next to me, except-- ah, he's a giant tiger sometimes? I get your issue, totally, sorta, when it's not with me!

(it's a carefully crafted way to explain to scott he's not alone, that dazai's done this before, that he has enough knowledge on how these things affect another. his own doesn't damage anything other than people's psychological states when they're stripped of parts of themselves.

a whole different deal.)

[laserguy]

[Transforming into a giant tiger sounds sort of cool...]

Sort of, yeah. But he's not here.

[Scott would be happy to see either Xavier or McCoy, figuring that they can both help in their own ways. It'd also be super helpful if his brother was here, since his power is sort of similar to his.

But. He's not.

He's supposed to be there for him and while Scott knows that he can't fully blame him for this one, it doesn't stop him from being upset.]

I'm supposed to learn how to control my optic blasts, so I don't have to keep wearing these glasses all the time. Become a normal and productive member of society again, I guess.

[nullificates]

You can be one even with the glasses, kiddo, I've seen worse abilities and incredible men and women. Either way, perhaps before we start working on those abilities, you should tell me why you want to be normal so bad! Are we not normal?

(it's all a matter of perspective, isn't it? dazai certainly isn't xavier. he's manipulative, and he does things that he believes are in the best interest of the ones under his wings, whether they know or not, whether they like it, or not.

whatever it takes for them to grow and survive.)

[laserguy]

Uh, no?

[Scott answers with a slightly scrunched face, almost like he's in disbelief having to say this in the first place. How can shooting lasers from his eyes be normal? Or being able to teleport or read the minds of others?]

If my shades accidentally slip one day and I end up shooting the nearest mall down, that's going to suck for everyone. [Scott seems to wrestle with something, like he's not sure if he wants to say anything further. But. Fuck it, guess it's honesty hour time.]

I don't want to constantly worry about hurting everyone around me and that the only thing protecting others from my ability is a pair of sunglasses.

[nullificates]

Based on limited data, we can't know if you can control it or not. I can't predict everything in this place, unlucky for all of us! That said, kiddo, if you can control it, you will. Times of hardship teach us more than navigating them.

(dazai would know. while he's smiling, his mind goes to when he was akutagawa's mentor. the shooting, the level of abuse he put the boy through. wrong as it was, the more dazai punched him, the more he shot at him, the better he noticed what his ability could do, the more it shaped him to survive in the harsh mafia environment. he's alive, breathing, a fighter like no other, and on top of the ranks.

it was terrible, it was unjust, and awfully immoral, but it worked, after all.)

You're not alone here, either. It's a good number of us, perhaps-freaks. All I should be able to do is, should my boss show up here, he'll be able to help you directly. I can only go so far.

(because... he should not! ruin one more kid!)

[laserguy]

I just have to start practicing. Somehow.

[Tell his brain to stop shooting eye beams. Yeah, that's going to work well, but Scott decides to hold off any sarcastic remarks because this is something he's taking seriously. Maybe he can eventually turn them off, it's just... trying to find that starting place.

Or find out that he can't control it, ever. But he doesn't want to think like that right now.]

Yeah, we'll see if he can. [Scott's fine with waiting for this guy, even though he also feels some restlessness from standing around as well. The teen buries his hands in his pockets and tries to calm himself a bit, willing to stay quiet, but there is something that he's been meaning to say to Dazai, especially after the show of support he's still showing him.]

...Hey, um, thanks again. For helping me. [Scott looks from the wall to Dazai, figuring that he can at least man up enough to say this directly at him.] You're a pretty good guy and... everything.