dear_mun | Canon is Legion

Funny, innit? Of all the people these "mundanes" could take on, it's the wee broken ones like us, eh?

You'd they'd know better.

[Then there's a quirk of the eyebrow.]

There's something awfully familiar 'bout you, though I cannae put m'finger on it. Have we met?

Appropriate. Seems to me they might be broken, too.

[She tilts her head, narrows her eyes slightly.]

It's possible. Ever been to Clockworks Psychiatric Hospital?

Aye, seems tae be the case more often than not. Mine's got the same wee affliction I do, says that's what drew 'em to me in the first place. I dinnae think he grasps the irony o' lettin' in a wee soul like mine into a head that's already packed full.

[He laughs, and then shakes his head.]

Sounds familiar, but no. Spent most o' my formative years as a resident of the Muir Island Mutant Research Center. Could say I was the star attraction o' that wee circus.

[Strapped to a gurney with a cocktail of mind-numbing drugs coursing through his veins, of course, but David tries his best not to dwell on that for too long. That was a long time ago. In his mind, David is searching through the paths of possibility, looking for a timeline in which he met this woman. There is something, but he sees a very different David Haller looking at him down that path. One who'd never managed to kick out Amahl Farouk on his own.]

[There is something very familiar about him, and the mention of Muir Island confirms it, yet also makes it more unsettling that she doesn't recognize him outright.]

You're a mutant.

[David is sensing that familiarity, and there's a tingle in the back of his mind that's telling him that, in another life, Syd was to the other him as Ruth was to him now. At Syd's statement, David sweeps into something of a silly bow, causing the tower of hair atop his head to wobble somewhat comically.]

That I am, aye. Honestly, it surprises me that you don't know who I am already. Most people know me by reputation if not sight. David Haller, at your service.

[David puts a hand to his chin.]

I've a feeling you're acquainted with one o' my dopplegangers. There's a few o' me kicking around the multiverse. Price we pay for being us, I'm afraid.

[The grin on David's face might seem familiar, though David looks nothing like the David Syd might know.]

[She blinks, taken aback. Sure, that grin is familiar but...she knows David, more than she knows anybody else. She's been in his mind, and him in hers. They've been each other.

She shakes her head.]

You're not David.

[David was sort of prepared for that response. He remembers how he used to be, how many of his others still were. She was used to a David that kept a lot more inside than he did. He shrugs.]

I am, though not one you'd ever know. I'm...well, a wee bit further along than your David. The Shadow King had his way with me too once, but that was a long time ago.

[David puts his fingers to his temple. It was more a symbolic gesture than it was anything else, but it served in part as a symbol that he was his father's son.]

Believe me or not, it doesn't change the fact that I'm Charles Xavier's long-abandoned son.

[Without meaning to, David's concentration falters for only a moment, letting slip a memory of a bald man in a tan suit, telling David that he was proud of him. As quickly as it happened, it was over.]

Your David never got to meet his Da, and here I am wishing sometimes that I'd never met mine. I know you've no reason to believe that I'm David Haller, but Syd...ask yourself this much; who else could I be?

Canon is Legion

This is super late, but have a Comics!David?

Sure!

:-D

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