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Post by angel on Jul 24, 2006 7:49:57 GMT -5
The sun hid behind a cloud as Warren soared through the air. He flapped his wings lazily, letting himself drift on the thermal currents like the birds of prey that he could see a few miles to the east. It was a beautiful day, perfect weather for flying, and he let himself be carried up higher until the people scurrying below looked like specks even to his sharp eyesight.
“ATTENTION… ALL X-MEN PLEASE REPORT TO THE MEDICAL LABORATORY IMMEDIATELY. REPEAT: ALL X-MEN TO THE MEDICAL LAB IMMEDIATELY.” The words shook him from his dream immediately, and he was up and flapping his wings before he realised that he was in a room, and that he'd injure himself if he kept it up. When the knowledge hit him - and thankfully it wasn't knocked into his head by something inconvenient, like the ceiling - Warren shook his wings in annoyance and tried to settle himself down. His body was adapted to flight, and sometimes it felt like there was something of a bird in his brain, too. One of the birds that was preyed upon by bigger birds, and was a bit twitchy any time there seemed to be trouble. Still shaking himself, he thought about putting on a shirt and rejected the idea, especially if it was some kind of emergency. Padding out into the hallway dressed in nothing but his striped pyjama pants, Warren scratched behind one ear idly and wondered if he should even report. He wasn't exactly an X-Man, more of a... trainee. With a shrug, he headed down toward the kitchens instead, to find some caffeine. Someone would come and find him if they desperately needed him.
Still stirring the sugar into his coffee as he walked, Warren wandered toward the TV that he could hear on, wondering what was happening as the mansion awoke. A few people were in the room, no doubt woken up by the emergency broadcast - which he was still curious about - and he took a sip of his early morning caffeine hit and looked at the available furniture with a shake of his head, before deciding to stand. I have got to get my own place soon. They simply didn't furnish with someone like him in mind - sitting on a normal couch wasn't so easy when you had sixteen-foot wings to think of. Rather than continue with that line of thought, though, he turned his attention to the news broadcast.
"...NovaTeX is ready to begin distribution of the cure, taking over where Worthington Labs left off."
"What!!?!" He - along with all the kids sitting in front of him - was lucky that he had just swallowed a mouthful of coffee, otherwise he'd have sprayed it all over the room. Frowning at the television, Warren listened to the rest of the broadcast in silence, but it didn't last long. He knew that there were stockpiles of the cure - they all knew that - but this whole thing smacked of a set up. The Brotherhood had revealed themselves again not long ago, and they had all heard about the Sentinal program, so it was obvious that the peace wasn't going to last, but... What were they playing at? He wondered if this was what the announcement was about. The frown didn't leave his face as he returned to the kitchen to get some breakfast and perhaps another coffee, and as he perched on one of the stools - much more Angel friendly, though he barely noticed - he lost himself in thoughts of what he was going to do with the rest of his day.
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Post by Iceman on Jul 24, 2006 10:50:02 GMT -5
(ooc: We need to figure out how close Bobs and War are. PM me with what you think!)
It wasn't long after that Bobby walked into the kitchen. And not forlorn, angsty Bobby, who had been haunting the school the past few months. Old Bobby. Though he didn't look particularly happy, as there wasn't really anything to make him that way at the moment, he wasn't sad.
When he saw Warren perched on a stool there, his wings almost touching the ground, Bobby smirked. "Someday I'm gonna invent a comfy bird-friendly chair," he said teasingly as he walked to the fridge.
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Post by angel on Jul 24, 2006 12:03:32 GMT -5
Looking up at who was speaking, Warren couldn't help but smile. "I'll be the first customer." Probably one of the only customers, but hey. It would be nice. Seeing Bobby looking... well, less cranky than he had been over the last few weeks, it was Warren's turn to smirk.
"Taken the cranky pants off, I see. Want a coffee?" He'd just poured himself another one, although the heat might not be welcome for someone who made ice for fun, and practically lived in a fridge. He took a sip of his coffee, looking at the other boy and waiting for some sort of reaction. Probably one that involved his coffee being not so hot anymore.
"You see the news?"
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Post by Iceman on Jul 24, 2006 12:22:58 GMT -5
"Taken the cranky pants off, I see. Want a coffee?"
Bobby had to laugh at that. Cranky pants. He laughed hard and shook his head as he opened the fridge. "Only if it's that fancy foreign stuff," he answered obligingly. Bobby wasn't usually big on coffee, but Angel's coffee was the nice kind. The expensive kind. Mmmm.
"You see the news?"
Bobby looked over the fridge door, hanging on it like he wasn't supposed to do but always did. "Yeah. There'll be a meeting about it soon. It'll come over the PA," Bobby paused, remembering that Warren hadn't showed up for the last PA announcement. "Did you hear the last announcement?"
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Post by angel on Jul 24, 2006 12:34:05 GMT -5
"Did anyone within a three mile radius not hear the last one? Scared the... crap out of me, I was nearly out the window before I realised what was going on. Do you think they'll want me to come to the meeting?" Bobby may have been younger than he was, but he'd been with the X-Men for far longer. Warren wasn't useless, though. As much as he liked to joke about sitting around looking pretty, he'd been helping people since he was in high school.
He stood up and reached into the top cupboard, fishing out some good Brazilian coffee. "This do for you?" Pulling up the pyjama pants that had started to fall down, Warren sat again. "I suppose if they are going to want me at the meeting that I should get dressed or something. Wouldn't want to be a distraction." He grinned.
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Post by Iceman on Jul 24, 2006 12:48:39 GMT -5
"Do you think they'll want me to come to the meeting?"
Bobby nodded, moving around the fridge door and shutting it. "We're definently going to need everyone. My guess is we're going to Baltimore," Bobby paused and glanced around; luckily, the kitchen was empty. "Which could be just to play Cops, or it may turn into..." Bobby paused yet again; He wasn't sure mentioning Alcatraz directly was the best choice of wording. "A big scene."
"This do for you? I suppose if they are going to want me at the meeting that I should get dressed or something. Wouldn't want to be a distraction."
Bobby nodded at the coffee as he slid onto a stool on the other side of the island. He snorted a laugh at Warren's proud statement and rolled his eyes, but he couldn't argue. But if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, right?
"Hey, I think I may have you beat," he said in a playfully challenging tone. He started to tell him about the power he'd realized in the shower the night before; he'd all but forgotten it in the chaos of the morning. But he figured he'd let Warren think it was the product of all his working out. Which a little bit of it was.
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Post by angel on Jul 24, 2006 13:00:33 GMT -5
Eyebrows shot up ino the air in mock surprise, but his amused expression gave Warren's true feelings away. "Nobody can have me beat, man. Chicks dig wings." He shook his wings as if to make a point, his smile growing.
"Suppose it will turn into .. a scene." He avoided mentioning Alcatraz directly too, although there was no real reason for it. A lot of people had died, though, including people Warren knew personally. It wasn't a fantastic memory, but not mentioning it wouldn't change what had happened.
"It seems to me like a trap. I mean... Well, even I can figure it out, and I'm the looks here, not the brain." He grinned again, resisting the urge to make sure Bobby knew that he wasn't the brain either. "And yeah, it seems a little bit... Odd. Why would they start distribution from just one place if they weren't expecting something to happen? Have to know that someone will show up..." He sighed. Probably should save it for the meeting, rather than repeat himself later.
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Post by Iceman on Jul 24, 2006 13:12:17 GMT -5
Bobby nodded thoughtfully, agreeing that it sounded like a set-up. "Well if it is a trap, I don't like the sound of it. Even if they are trying to catch The Brotherhood, they better be careful which mutants they go after."
He glanced sideways at Warren. He was probably right; Bobby probably wasn't quite as built as Warren was then. Bobby stood and walked around the island to the sink. "Watch this," he said, looking forward to sharing his new find with someone else.
He rolled up his sleeve and turned on the faucet--as cold as it would go, of course. He pulled up the hose sprayer thing and held it over his arm (so far he could only absorb the water where it landed on his skin, he couldn't send it through his body. He didn't know if that was even possible).
As he sprayed the water up his arm, the water droplets began to run down his skin. They soon absorbed, however, and as he absorbed more and more of the steady stream of water, the okay-but-nothing-spectacular muscles of his arms began to beef up like he'd been lifting weights all his life.
Turning off the water, Bobby looked over to Angel and grinned. "Pretty sweet, huh?" He was clearly excited about it.
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Post by angel on Jul 24, 2006 13:24:19 GMT -5
"...they better be careful which mutants they go after." Warren nodded, his smile fading. Announcing it the way they had would draw plenty of protestors, and plenty of mutants seeking the cure. This wouldn't be like Alcatraz - that had only been the storage facility, not the distribution centre, and they'd had casualties enough with the limited numbers there. If there was a fight in the middle of a crowded city, with protestors from all sides, mutants both friendly, unfriendly, and desperate for the cure - which meant possibly very dangerous, and the humans that would be there... It could be a bloodbath.
He didn't have time to consider the implications fully, though, before Bobby was splashing water all over the place. "I hope you're going to clean that up." Soon enough there was a result from all of the build-up, though, and Warren had to smile. "Yeah, that is kinda cool." He thought about it for a moment. "Only new, huh? What does it do - actually make you stronger, or is it just... squishy?" He was having trouble keeping a straight face.
"You kinda look like Popeye right now." Unable to hold back any longer, Angel burst out laughing.
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Post by Iceman on Jul 24, 2006 13:30:05 GMT -5
Bobby tossed his head back and laughed with Warren--Though it was in the midst of this that he sprayed water across the room from the sprayer and hit him in the face with it. This made Bobby laugh harder.
When he could finally speak, he answered Angel's question. "Makes me stronger. I dunno how much. Or how much I can build it up," he added as he set the sprayer back in it's place. It went without saying that Bobby didn't do a lot of experimenting with new powers. He never thought much of himself, so he always assumed he was at his limit. Then he was always surprised to find something new. But he didn't search for it.
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Post by angel on Jul 24, 2006 13:40:02 GMT -5
Blonde curls dripping down onto his face, and wet feathers hanging limply and looking far less impressive than usual, Warren shot Bobby a dirty look for laughing so hard. Shaking his whole body, and wetting the kitchen even more in the process, he picked up his coffee cup and realised that it had been filled with cold - very cold - water when Bobby had sprayed him.
"Oh... Come. On! You're definately cleaning this up." Dumping the now-cold coffee into the sink, Warren looked up as Bobby finally stopped laughing and spoke. "Makes me stronger. I dunno how much. Or how much I can build it up."
"... So test it out. Go take a cold shower sometime and see what you can do. But not when I'm in there." Not only would Bobby cool the whole room down, but sharing a bathroom was not the happiest of events for Warren. Unless it was with a girl, of course, but they tended to frown on that here. What with most of the girls being at least five years younger than him and all that. Definately have to get my own place soon.
"You stay bigger when you ice up?" He'd seen that from the air over Alcatraz. It was... impressive. Not that he'd tell Bobby that. Wouldn't want to give him a big head - his hair was big enough as it was.
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Post by Iceman on Jul 24, 2006 14:02:24 GMT -5
Bobby merely shrugged at his suggestion to test it out, but smirked at the rest of what he said. He glanced over to see if Warren had anything on his face that might hint that he was poking fun in suggesting a 'cold shower', which usually brought one thing to mind. Of course, Bobby was no exception. He didn't see anything, though, so didn't say anything.
"You stay bigger when you ice up?"
Another shrug from Bobby, but this time accompagnied with a thoughtful look. That was a good question. And it fell on the safe side of the subconscious line in Bobby's mind of what was okay to explore and what wasn't. It was good to know, anyway. "I dunno...I'm stronger iced up anyway, so...Maybe not."
He hopped up on the counter and swung his legs. "I don't do a lot of hand-to-hand anyway so it's not as important as the projectile stuff."
He changed subjects; he didn't talk about himself for long, because he didn't see much to talk about. "Hey, there's this new guy here who's like a genius with mechanics. Bet he could get you some sweet guns or somethin'. That'd look so awesome, like strapped across here--" Bobby gestured across his own chest to show what he was thinking. The kid was in love with combat video games for a reason.
"Your attention please - will all X-Men and Trainees please report to the War Room for a meeting in ten minutes. I repeat, X-Men to the War Room in ten minutes. Thank you."
Bobby looked up at the ceiling as Ororo's familiar voice drifted over the speakers. He stopped listening as soon as he heard where to meet, jumping down from the counter. "Finally! C'mon!" he said eagerly as he headed for the door. He was clearly ready and raring to find out what they were going to do.
(Bobby cont. in 'Research, something, and something'. It's somewhere. Sorry but I want to hurry everything along so I can be here for Baltimore! Lol)
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Post by angel on Jul 24, 2006 23:08:57 GMT -5
(S'all good, I was going to wrap it up to get ready for the meeting anyway. Shall join you there!)
IC: Before he had a chance to reply to Bobby's enthusiasm for turning his life into a video game, a smooth female voice drifted out of the loudspeakers. "Your attention please - will all X-Men and Trainees please report to the War Room for a meeting in ten minutes. I repeat, X-Men to the War Room in ten minutes. Thank you."
"Well, that settles the question of whether I'm coming or not... Should probably go put some clothes on, hey?" Warren shook his head again, noting that he'd need to dry off. Ten minutes was enough time for a quick shower - if no-one was using the bathroom, that was.
"Don't think you're leaving me with this mess, Iceboy. I'll see you down there." Not wanting to delay and be too late, he stood up and dumped the rest of his cereal, heading back up to his room. After a quick shower, his wings still drooping a little, Warren got dressed in front of the open window to try to dry off. Wrestling his way into the shirt wasn't fun, but it never was - which would be why angels were always naked in the old paintings - but he managed to get himself presentable with enough time to run down to the meeting. Running a hand through his hair, Warren entered the War Room with a smile.
[Angel continued in Research, thinking and planning]
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