Post by Nightingale on Oct 1, 2006 9:36:43 GMT -5
The base seemed busy, now that their numbers were getting higher, and Angie found herself in the kitchen more often than not, it seemed. All those people needed to eat... Well, except for Dead Man, and maybe Jane. Anyway, most of those people needed to eat, and since she enjoyed cooking, the young Australian was easily found most of the time if you looked for her in the kitchen. It was her way of contributing, since there didn't seem to be a whole lot that she could do unless someone hurt themselves.
Strangely enough, though, she wasn't in the kitchen this morning, having left once she'd finished baking a loaf of bread after her early morning kata session with Dharma and Pyro. That had been a bit awkward, and she'd been finding it difficult to concentrate on the motions with their young leader sitting not far from her, but Angie had managed somehow.
So the loaf of bread was in the kitchen, waiting for someone hungry to come and start ripping into it - though she hoped it wouldn't be Cain, since there was unlikely to be any left after that - and Angie was out in the practice yard, kicking around a piece of brick.
She didn't entirely know why she was there, but suspected that it had something to do with her attempts at getting rid of her crush on Pyro, and the fact that he seemed to be everywhere now.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Everytime she kicked the bit of earthenware, there was a dull thud followed by it skittering across the ground. Occasionally it would hit something - usually metal - with a clink.
Thud.
Thud.
Thu-
"Ow!"
She'd kicked the wrong piece of brick. This one was still half buried in the ground, and she hopped around quite comically, swearing at the fact that she'd very possibly just broken a toe.
Despite having to deal with a naked leader at four in the morning Cain was up and about by nine and mooching out into the practise yard. He had a massive toasted sandwich in one hand and what amounted to a bucket of coffee in the other. All told it was a good start to the morning.
Angie was hopping up and down in the yard, quite a curious sight and Cain sat down on the steps to watch the proceedings.
He took a bite of sandwich and a gulp of coffee.
"Mornin'," he said brightly after a few seconds had elapsed.
"How you doin'?"
"Oh, shit!" In her startlement, Angie managed to hop backwards, somehow lose her balance, and fall on her arse. Bright red and with bruises already forming, she looked up at Cain with as much cheer as she could muster.
Well, at least it was only Cain.
"Uh, yeah, could be better." She burst out laughing, resigning herself to sitting in that spot for a moment while she tried to regain something that may have resembled a shred of dignity.
"I... Uh, I kicked my toe. And then fell over," she added helpfully, even though he'd clearly been able to see that part.
"How are you?"
He held up the sandwich and coffee, "can't complain."
The morning Genosha sunshine was already starting to gather its tropical warmth, but before ten in the morning there always seemed to be a pleasantly cool breeze coming in off the ocean that stirred the otherwise close air.
"What ya doin' out 'ere? 'ave you been ninjin' with Dharma?"
She blinked for a few moments, considering his words - and her answer - with a thoughtful look.
"Yeah. I mean, earlier, yeah. But, uh... I'm..."
Hiding.
"Just getting some fresh air, you know?"
Hiding.
"And apparently making an arse of myself in the process, but at least it's only you to see me do it, right?"
Hiding.
"If you wanted to thump around for a bit, I can move."
She was still sitting in the same spot, having come to the conclusion that the only thing that had been severely injured was her pride. Her toe was still throbbing, though.
"Nah, just felt like 'avin' breakfast outside this mornin', it's good out 'ere before the sun gets too 'igh, if you go around the other side of the base you can see all the way to Madagascar on a good day."
He shrugged his massive shoulders.
"So Gill says anyway, an 'e's been 'ere forever."
He held up the coffee bucket, "want some?"
It only took a moment's consideration before Angie was up and limping toward the Juggernaut.
"You know, that sounds like a really good idea." Maybe if she'd had some caffeine before coming out to the yard, she would have been paying better attention to what she was kicking.
Sinking down onto the steps next to him, absolutely dwarfed by the massive mutant, she gratefully accepted the giant coffee and took a small sip. It was no wonder, really, that he ate so much - it was just a matter of scale. She wondered for a moment if he was big because of his mutation or if he was just big anyway.
"If anyone would know, it'd be Gill. I reckon he knows everything that goes on around here."
The Juggernaut grinned, "yeah, spyin' on the world through all 'is cameras."
He took another bite of sandwich.
"'e says 'e lived 'ere even before Magneto got 'ere, dunno whether that's true or not, knows the place like that back of 'is 'and though, says there's a guy called Roland runs the light'ouse who 'as been 'ere just as long."
He pointed to the spit of land and rock a short way out in the bay with its narrow grey tower reaching like a concrete finger into the sky.
"Not even Pyro's been over to see 'im, but 'e must be there or the place wouldn't still be workin'."
The thought of some poor guy over there in the lighthouse all the time on his own made Angie frown in sympathy.
"Bet it's lonely. Someone should go visit him sometime."
She took another sip of the bucket o' coffee before handing it back to Cain.
"He's probably as much of a perv as Gill, though, if he's out there on his own. If he even has the internet."
It would have been terrible without even that to amuse himself, she was sure. Though what Gill did... looked at... on the internet left Angie puzzled over the physical possibilities of some of the things.
The Juggernaut laughed, "wouldn't surprise me," he said between swigs of coffee, "Gill is about as perverted as they come, but then if 'e 'as been 'ere for as long as 'e says, an lookin' the way 'e does, it ain't really so surprisin'."
He scoffed some more sandwich.
"Guy looks like a fish after all, he probbly ain't ever gettin' any ever again."
Shrugging, the young Australian picked at a bit of fluff on her jeans.
"Everyone's got their kink, I'm sure there's someone in the world that'd be interested in a fish that actually could... You know..."
Her cheeks turned pink.
"At least I assume... Not that I've thought about... Not Gill, anyway, but I'm sure he's human, you know..." She waved vaguely at her body.
"Anyway, at least he can... If there's someone interested in him."
Her cheeks turned pinker.
The Juggernaut handed the coffee back.
"That'd be some fucked up fish porn right there," he said, "you could probably sell that shit for a fortune," there were probably even specialist shops that dealt in mutant porn, these things sprang up with alarming swiftness. Debbie does Trout, for the discerning Piscaphile.
"Talkin' of fucked up porn, I caught Dead Man an Jane tryin' to smooch in the corner of the kitchen last night," he shook his head.
"So I spose you're right - everybody has their kink."
Grimacing, Angie said in a very small voice, "Oh, ew."
Jane and Dead Man? Jane and Dead Man?
"Oh, that is fucked up."
She didn't even want to think about that. For some reason, though, she couldn't get the image out of her head.
"Oh, ew."
She grimaced again, shook herself as if to clear the thought, and took a swig of coffee, still looking slightly disturbed.
Cain looked over at her as he took the penultimate bite of sandwich.
"An I spose you could always just ask a guy to wear a rubber if ya really wanted to," he said around the stack of cheese, ham and crisps, "avoidin' skin contact then ain't ya?"
"Course, Pyr ... " something at the back of Cain's mind registered that he was now actually talking to Angie, not Python or Gill and perhaps he should shut the fuck up. While he may not have experienced embarassment since his school years, Cain was still aware that the feeling still existed in others and perhaps, just perhaps this was not a subject about which she would like to converse with such honesty.
"Yeah." He finished, as if it made perfect sense.
At the Juggernaut's words, Angie somehow managed to spit out half her coffee while simultaneously choking on the other half, presenting what may have actually been a space-time paradox. She must have coughed for a good five minutes, tapping her chest with one hand while the other thrust the coffee back at him until she finally managed to sort herself out.
"Oh, fuck, I think that just went down the wrong tube."
She kept her fist over her mouth for a moment, looking somehow miserable and intrigued at the same time.
"I guess, I mean... But everything else would still have to be covered, and..."
She hadn't really thought about it in that much detail before, and as she considered the possibilities, her cheeks turned an alarming shade of poppy red.
"'Course Pyr-what?"
Well now he was painted into a corner wasn't he.
"Course ... Py ... thon ... I was gonna say, is a whole different story."
He congratulated himself on a neat last minute cover; Pyro would be pissed if he found out that he had been meddling in his affairs, even if they were affairs he was largely unaware of. The lad was just starting to get on to an even keel, no need to go upsetting him about a little thing like Angie wanting to get it on with him.
"Yeah, we don't talk about Python."
Frowning suspiciously, Angie crossed her arms over her chest. Not that she had much of a chest to speak of.
"Well I know Python's... er, equipped normally."
Her cheeks, just beginning to cool down, returned to that unnatural shade of red.
"Not like that, I mean... Oh, god."
What she really should do was just shut up and stop putting her foot in her mouth.
"He mentioned a kid once." Could have been adopted, though, for all she knew. She didn't let that spoil her logic.
"So I assume that he's... You know." God, she was such a teenager sometimes. How had they even gotten onto this?
"Yeah, he had a kid, that's why we don't talk about it," Cain said with somewhat less joviality than the rest of the conversation, "it's a touchy subject with 'im."
He finished his sandwich and the coffee and stood up to dust off the crumbs.
"An now," he said, "I dunno about you, but I'm about ready to start the day."
The Juggernaut stretched eliciting a number of pops and cracks.
"An I 'ope we're gonna 'ave somethin' interestin' to do or I'm gonna start goin' out of my skull."
Well, that had killed the conversation.
Under the circumstances, though, she thought that it was probably a good thing.
"Yeah, good luck with that."
Angie had been lucky to be able to go to New York, as much as she hadn't really thought of it that way at the time.
"I'll give you a shout if I find anything."
With one last smile, she picked up his coffee bucket and started limping back toward the base, her cheeks still tinged with pink.
Strangely enough, though, she wasn't in the kitchen this morning, having left once she'd finished baking a loaf of bread after her early morning kata session with Dharma and Pyro. That had been a bit awkward, and she'd been finding it difficult to concentrate on the motions with their young leader sitting not far from her, but Angie had managed somehow.
So the loaf of bread was in the kitchen, waiting for someone hungry to come and start ripping into it - though she hoped it wouldn't be Cain, since there was unlikely to be any left after that - and Angie was out in the practice yard, kicking around a piece of brick.
She didn't entirely know why she was there, but suspected that it had something to do with her attempts at getting rid of her crush on Pyro, and the fact that he seemed to be everywhere now.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Everytime she kicked the bit of earthenware, there was a dull thud followed by it skittering across the ground. Occasionally it would hit something - usually metal - with a clink.
Thud.
Thud.
Thu-
"Ow!"
She'd kicked the wrong piece of brick. This one was still half buried in the ground, and she hopped around quite comically, swearing at the fact that she'd very possibly just broken a toe.
Despite having to deal with a naked leader at four in the morning Cain was up and about by nine and mooching out into the practise yard. He had a massive toasted sandwich in one hand and what amounted to a bucket of coffee in the other. All told it was a good start to the morning.
Angie was hopping up and down in the yard, quite a curious sight and Cain sat down on the steps to watch the proceedings.
He took a bite of sandwich and a gulp of coffee.
"Mornin'," he said brightly after a few seconds had elapsed.
"How you doin'?"
"Oh, shit!" In her startlement, Angie managed to hop backwards, somehow lose her balance, and fall on her arse. Bright red and with bruises already forming, she looked up at Cain with as much cheer as she could muster.
Well, at least it was only Cain.
"Uh, yeah, could be better." She burst out laughing, resigning herself to sitting in that spot for a moment while she tried to regain something that may have resembled a shred of dignity.
"I... Uh, I kicked my toe. And then fell over," she added helpfully, even though he'd clearly been able to see that part.
"How are you?"
He held up the sandwich and coffee, "can't complain."
The morning Genosha sunshine was already starting to gather its tropical warmth, but before ten in the morning there always seemed to be a pleasantly cool breeze coming in off the ocean that stirred the otherwise close air.
"What ya doin' out 'ere? 'ave you been ninjin' with Dharma?"
She blinked for a few moments, considering his words - and her answer - with a thoughtful look.
"Yeah. I mean, earlier, yeah. But, uh... I'm..."
Hiding.
"Just getting some fresh air, you know?"
Hiding.
"And apparently making an arse of myself in the process, but at least it's only you to see me do it, right?"
Hiding.
"If you wanted to thump around for a bit, I can move."
She was still sitting in the same spot, having come to the conclusion that the only thing that had been severely injured was her pride. Her toe was still throbbing, though.
"Nah, just felt like 'avin' breakfast outside this mornin', it's good out 'ere before the sun gets too 'igh, if you go around the other side of the base you can see all the way to Madagascar on a good day."
He shrugged his massive shoulders.
"So Gill says anyway, an 'e's been 'ere forever."
He held up the coffee bucket, "want some?"
It only took a moment's consideration before Angie was up and limping toward the Juggernaut.
"You know, that sounds like a really good idea." Maybe if she'd had some caffeine before coming out to the yard, she would have been paying better attention to what she was kicking.
Sinking down onto the steps next to him, absolutely dwarfed by the massive mutant, she gratefully accepted the giant coffee and took a small sip. It was no wonder, really, that he ate so much - it was just a matter of scale. She wondered for a moment if he was big because of his mutation or if he was just big anyway.
"If anyone would know, it'd be Gill. I reckon he knows everything that goes on around here."
The Juggernaut grinned, "yeah, spyin' on the world through all 'is cameras."
He took another bite of sandwich.
"'e says 'e lived 'ere even before Magneto got 'ere, dunno whether that's true or not, knows the place like that back of 'is 'and though, says there's a guy called Roland runs the light'ouse who 'as been 'ere just as long."
He pointed to the spit of land and rock a short way out in the bay with its narrow grey tower reaching like a concrete finger into the sky.
"Not even Pyro's been over to see 'im, but 'e must be there or the place wouldn't still be workin'."
The thought of some poor guy over there in the lighthouse all the time on his own made Angie frown in sympathy.
"Bet it's lonely. Someone should go visit him sometime."
She took another sip of the bucket o' coffee before handing it back to Cain.
"He's probably as much of a perv as Gill, though, if he's out there on his own. If he even has the internet."
It would have been terrible without even that to amuse himself, she was sure. Though what Gill did... looked at... on the internet left Angie puzzled over the physical possibilities of some of the things.
The Juggernaut laughed, "wouldn't surprise me," he said between swigs of coffee, "Gill is about as perverted as they come, but then if 'e 'as been 'ere for as long as 'e says, an lookin' the way 'e does, it ain't really so surprisin'."
He scoffed some more sandwich.
"Guy looks like a fish after all, he probbly ain't ever gettin' any ever again."
Shrugging, the young Australian picked at a bit of fluff on her jeans.
"Everyone's got their kink, I'm sure there's someone in the world that'd be interested in a fish that actually could... You know..."
Her cheeks turned pink.
"At least I assume... Not that I've thought about... Not Gill, anyway, but I'm sure he's human, you know..." She waved vaguely at her body.
"Anyway, at least he can... If there's someone interested in him."
Her cheeks turned pinker.
The Juggernaut handed the coffee back.
"That'd be some fucked up fish porn right there," he said, "you could probably sell that shit for a fortune," there were probably even specialist shops that dealt in mutant porn, these things sprang up with alarming swiftness. Debbie does Trout, for the discerning Piscaphile.
"Talkin' of fucked up porn, I caught Dead Man an Jane tryin' to smooch in the corner of the kitchen last night," he shook his head.
"So I spose you're right - everybody has their kink."
Grimacing, Angie said in a very small voice, "Oh, ew."
Jane and Dead Man? Jane and Dead Man?
"Oh, that is fucked up."
She didn't even want to think about that. For some reason, though, she couldn't get the image out of her head.
"Oh, ew."
She grimaced again, shook herself as if to clear the thought, and took a swig of coffee, still looking slightly disturbed.
Cain looked over at her as he took the penultimate bite of sandwich.
"An I spose you could always just ask a guy to wear a rubber if ya really wanted to," he said around the stack of cheese, ham and crisps, "avoidin' skin contact then ain't ya?"
"Course, Pyr ... " something at the back of Cain's mind registered that he was now actually talking to Angie, not Python or Gill and perhaps he should shut the fuck up. While he may not have experienced embarassment since his school years, Cain was still aware that the feeling still existed in others and perhaps, just perhaps this was not a subject about which she would like to converse with such honesty.
"Yeah." He finished, as if it made perfect sense.
At the Juggernaut's words, Angie somehow managed to spit out half her coffee while simultaneously choking on the other half, presenting what may have actually been a space-time paradox. She must have coughed for a good five minutes, tapping her chest with one hand while the other thrust the coffee back at him until she finally managed to sort herself out.
"Oh, fuck, I think that just went down the wrong tube."
She kept her fist over her mouth for a moment, looking somehow miserable and intrigued at the same time.
"I guess, I mean... But everything else would still have to be covered, and..."
She hadn't really thought about it in that much detail before, and as she considered the possibilities, her cheeks turned an alarming shade of poppy red.
"'Course Pyr-what?"
Well now he was painted into a corner wasn't he.
"Course ... Py ... thon ... I was gonna say, is a whole different story."
He congratulated himself on a neat last minute cover; Pyro would be pissed if he found out that he had been meddling in his affairs, even if they were affairs he was largely unaware of. The lad was just starting to get on to an even keel, no need to go upsetting him about a little thing like Angie wanting to get it on with him.
"Yeah, we don't talk about Python."
Frowning suspiciously, Angie crossed her arms over her chest. Not that she had much of a chest to speak of.
"Well I know Python's... er, equipped normally."
Her cheeks, just beginning to cool down, returned to that unnatural shade of red.
"Not like that, I mean... Oh, god."
What she really should do was just shut up and stop putting her foot in her mouth.
"He mentioned a kid once." Could have been adopted, though, for all she knew. She didn't let that spoil her logic.
"So I assume that he's... You know." God, she was such a teenager sometimes. How had they even gotten onto this?
"Yeah, he had a kid, that's why we don't talk about it," Cain said with somewhat less joviality than the rest of the conversation, "it's a touchy subject with 'im."
He finished his sandwich and the coffee and stood up to dust off the crumbs.
"An now," he said, "I dunno about you, but I'm about ready to start the day."
The Juggernaut stretched eliciting a number of pops and cracks.
"An I 'ope we're gonna 'ave somethin' interestin' to do or I'm gonna start goin' out of my skull."
Well, that had killed the conversation.
Under the circumstances, though, she thought that it was probably a good thing.
"Yeah, good luck with that."
Angie had been lucky to be able to go to New York, as much as she hadn't really thought of it that way at the time.
"I'll give you a shout if I find anything."
With one last smile, she picked up his coffee bucket and started limping back toward the base, her cheeks still tinged with pink.