Post by logan on Oct 9, 2006 14:05:37 GMT -5
Logan stepped out of the upstairs window to the roof, shielding his eyes against the bright afternoon sun. He was here on specific business, and was looking for a very specific person... and there that person was.
Warren Worthington, known as Angel, seemed to be enjoying a summer flight. Logan could only imagine how breathtaking it'd feel to actually leave the earth and soar around... though a certain cynical aspect of him realized that Angel was likely so used to it that it could hardly be the same elative experience as he imagined.
When the wealthy young man landed, Logan walked over to him and nodded. He hadn't shared a lot of conversation with Angel, just the occasional hello in the hallway, but the guy had really been there for them when they needed him, particularly in Baltimore.
"Afternoon, Angel. Got a few minutes?"
He'd been enjoying a nice lazy lap around the grounds when a figure appeared on the roof, and his sharp eyes quickly revealed who it was. Wolverine wasn't exactly the type to just stroll around on the roof, so Warren assumed that he was looking for someone - and there were only a handful of people that could usually be found by standing up on the roof.
He was one. Of course, there was no guarantee that Warren would be within the school grounds if he wasn't in one of his usual spots in the mansion, so there wasn't really that good a reason to suspect Logan was looking for him and cut his flight short. Still, he headed back to the building anyway, just in case.
Angel had left his communicator button in his room when he'd launched himself out the window, and when he heard Logan's words, he hoped that they hadn't been trying to reach him for too long.
Well, at least he'd come back - he'd been planning on making the flight to New York City to continue his apartment hunt. Still, he always had his cell.
"Yeah, sure, what's up? Need an aerial chauffer? Eyes in the sky? Someone pretty for your next premiere?" It amused him to rattle off his 'job history' as an open mutant. Not that he counted himself as one of the X-Men - he had the leather, sure, but that didn't mean he was on the team.
Logan grinned. "Not this time, Warren. I wanted to thank you, actually, for Baltimore. And Alcatraz. You're really earning your paces around here... helping out the school, helping out the X-Men."
Logan sat down, which wasn't hard given the lean of the roof.
"I don't know if you consider yourself an X-Man, but I'd like you to."
As Logan sat down, Warren perched himself on one of the decorative features on the roof. Mainly because it made a striking figure if anyone looked up and saw him, but also because it put him right across from Logan so that he could consider the man's expression as well as his words.
"There's no need to thank me, it's not like I did much."
Well, that wasn't true exactly. Still, getting a few people to ambulances and teasing Bobby didn't really count for much in Warren's book. He wished he could do more.
"To be honest, I think of myself as more of an outside contractor." It was the way that Warren would prefer to keep it, too. Sure, he was happy to help out, but he didn't know if he was quite ready to go the whole hog. He'd been wanting to get his own place, after all, wanting to keep some of his independence. He wasn't exactly the best person to have around little kids - spoiled only child and all that. So he liked to tell people, anyway.
"Anyway, what's up? Is there something you guys need help with?"
He wasn't trying to be rude, but Logan wasn't exactly the kind of guy that came to see you for tea and sympathy.
"No, not particularly. I'm just trying to find out where everyone stands. The X-Men job doesn't come with a contract, doesn't come with a leash. You're an X-Man as long as you say you are, and no more than you want to be... I guess the difference is semantic."
He stood.
"You know, maybe there is something you can help us with. There's someone I'd like you to help train... he's got a lot of skills similar to yours. I'm unsure how much you can help him, or how much he can help you, but I figure it's worth a shot."
Shrugging, Warren nodded. "Well, whatever. I'm here to help, really doesn't matter what you call me."
Could anyone spell commitment-phobe? Warren was a free spirit. Had something to do with the wings, probably.
"D'you mean Liam? We went flying together a little while ago, he's got pretty good skills." As far as he knew, Liam was the only other winged person at the school. Of course, you didn't need wings to be able to fly, and different wings led to very different styles, as evidenced by that evening trip over NYC. It had been really interesting to see the differences, actually. More interesting to him than the similarities.
Logan shrugged back. He could live with that, the situation being somewhat ambiguous in the semantics department. Warren had been there, he'd helped, he proved he deserved the leather even if he didn't want to say he was an X-Man.
"Liam, yeah. Good kid, little shy... you been flying with him, huh? Good to hear." Logan put his hands in his pockets. "You know, we're going to get Bishop to teach the new guys military tactics, survival technique, and the general mindset behind combat. I'm not sure where I'm from, I don't know if you know that, but I'm an amnesiac. Still, wherever it is, I know a lot about fighting with my body... we're training anyone who wants the training. Just an option, if you're feeling like you missed the Danger Room sessions the others had. Hell, Danger Room's open too. I hear Forge is cooking up some... interesting... scenerios."
He stretched, really enjoying the sun up here. As long as they were in the mansion he'd have to remember this spot.
"So, you down for teaming with Liam?"
"Sure, why not? Liam's cool, I'll show him what I can." He liked the other boy, even if it wasn't exactly easy to hold a conversation with him. Up in the air, none of that mattered anyway. Warren knew that there were things he could help Liam with - mostly agility stuff, from what he'd seen. Certainly didn't need any help flying, though.
"Wouldn't mind talking to someone about using the aerial advantage or something - I feel like there's more I can do from on high than just watch."
He had a sudden image of carrying a bow and arrow like Cupid and showing everyone his bare ass. That could be an amusing prank for the future, so he tucked the thought away.
"Good to know about Liam. Share what you can with him, learn and teach. If you think he needs something you can't offer, find someone who can. Bishop, myself, any of the others."
He gave the second bit a moment of thought. "Are you talking about a gun? Forge makes guns."
"Well, don't know if I'm really into the idea of sniping or anything..."
He was a lover, not a fighter. Or something like that.
"But maybe there's something I could do with tranquilisers or something. Or even if there was equipment like thermal imaging stuff... I dunno, Forge'd know more about that stuff. If it could help, you know... I can carry a lot of weight."
Warren felt a little awkward speaking to Logan. Yeah, there was that amnesiac thing, but it was quite obvious that the two of them were from completely different worlds.
Logan nodded. "Good thinking. Your flight's an invaluable asset, might as well make sure it's used to the fullest... Forge could definately help you out. As much of a pain in the ass as he is, he's a useful guy."
Logan took a step toward the window, opening it and stepping half in.
"I'll keep in touch about the training. Thanks for helping out, Angel."
"Yeah, no worries. I'll see you later, Logan."
He thought about heading into New York City, since that had been his plan from before. Somehow, though, he felt like he should be doing stuff, helping out, being an X-Man and all that came along with it.
This was why he'd tried to avoid this conversation before. It was so easy, once you'd joined the team, to fall into responsibility. Angel didn't want to be responsible for anyone - he could look after himself, but he wasn't cut out for it. What if someone died again? Someone he'd trained, rather than just a random stranger?
With a sigh, he followed Logan inside. If he was going to do this, he'd have to do it right.
Warren Worthington, known as Angel, seemed to be enjoying a summer flight. Logan could only imagine how breathtaking it'd feel to actually leave the earth and soar around... though a certain cynical aspect of him realized that Angel was likely so used to it that it could hardly be the same elative experience as he imagined.
When the wealthy young man landed, Logan walked over to him and nodded. He hadn't shared a lot of conversation with Angel, just the occasional hello in the hallway, but the guy had really been there for them when they needed him, particularly in Baltimore.
"Afternoon, Angel. Got a few minutes?"
He'd been enjoying a nice lazy lap around the grounds when a figure appeared on the roof, and his sharp eyes quickly revealed who it was. Wolverine wasn't exactly the type to just stroll around on the roof, so Warren assumed that he was looking for someone - and there were only a handful of people that could usually be found by standing up on the roof.
He was one. Of course, there was no guarantee that Warren would be within the school grounds if he wasn't in one of his usual spots in the mansion, so there wasn't really that good a reason to suspect Logan was looking for him and cut his flight short. Still, he headed back to the building anyway, just in case.
Angel had left his communicator button in his room when he'd launched himself out the window, and when he heard Logan's words, he hoped that they hadn't been trying to reach him for too long.
Well, at least he'd come back - he'd been planning on making the flight to New York City to continue his apartment hunt. Still, he always had his cell.
"Yeah, sure, what's up? Need an aerial chauffer? Eyes in the sky? Someone pretty for your next premiere?" It amused him to rattle off his 'job history' as an open mutant. Not that he counted himself as one of the X-Men - he had the leather, sure, but that didn't mean he was on the team.
Logan grinned. "Not this time, Warren. I wanted to thank you, actually, for Baltimore. And Alcatraz. You're really earning your paces around here... helping out the school, helping out the X-Men."
Logan sat down, which wasn't hard given the lean of the roof.
"I don't know if you consider yourself an X-Man, but I'd like you to."
As Logan sat down, Warren perched himself on one of the decorative features on the roof. Mainly because it made a striking figure if anyone looked up and saw him, but also because it put him right across from Logan so that he could consider the man's expression as well as his words.
"There's no need to thank me, it's not like I did much."
Well, that wasn't true exactly. Still, getting a few people to ambulances and teasing Bobby didn't really count for much in Warren's book. He wished he could do more.
"To be honest, I think of myself as more of an outside contractor." It was the way that Warren would prefer to keep it, too. Sure, he was happy to help out, but he didn't know if he was quite ready to go the whole hog. He'd been wanting to get his own place, after all, wanting to keep some of his independence. He wasn't exactly the best person to have around little kids - spoiled only child and all that. So he liked to tell people, anyway.
"Anyway, what's up? Is there something you guys need help with?"
He wasn't trying to be rude, but Logan wasn't exactly the kind of guy that came to see you for tea and sympathy.
"No, not particularly. I'm just trying to find out where everyone stands. The X-Men job doesn't come with a contract, doesn't come with a leash. You're an X-Man as long as you say you are, and no more than you want to be... I guess the difference is semantic."
He stood.
"You know, maybe there is something you can help us with. There's someone I'd like you to help train... he's got a lot of skills similar to yours. I'm unsure how much you can help him, or how much he can help you, but I figure it's worth a shot."
Shrugging, Warren nodded. "Well, whatever. I'm here to help, really doesn't matter what you call me."
Could anyone spell commitment-phobe? Warren was a free spirit. Had something to do with the wings, probably.
"D'you mean Liam? We went flying together a little while ago, he's got pretty good skills." As far as he knew, Liam was the only other winged person at the school. Of course, you didn't need wings to be able to fly, and different wings led to very different styles, as evidenced by that evening trip over NYC. It had been really interesting to see the differences, actually. More interesting to him than the similarities.
Logan shrugged back. He could live with that, the situation being somewhat ambiguous in the semantics department. Warren had been there, he'd helped, he proved he deserved the leather even if he didn't want to say he was an X-Man.
"Liam, yeah. Good kid, little shy... you been flying with him, huh? Good to hear." Logan put his hands in his pockets. "You know, we're going to get Bishop to teach the new guys military tactics, survival technique, and the general mindset behind combat. I'm not sure where I'm from, I don't know if you know that, but I'm an amnesiac. Still, wherever it is, I know a lot about fighting with my body... we're training anyone who wants the training. Just an option, if you're feeling like you missed the Danger Room sessions the others had. Hell, Danger Room's open too. I hear Forge is cooking up some... interesting... scenerios."
He stretched, really enjoying the sun up here. As long as they were in the mansion he'd have to remember this spot.
"So, you down for teaming with Liam?"
"Sure, why not? Liam's cool, I'll show him what I can." He liked the other boy, even if it wasn't exactly easy to hold a conversation with him. Up in the air, none of that mattered anyway. Warren knew that there were things he could help Liam with - mostly agility stuff, from what he'd seen. Certainly didn't need any help flying, though.
"Wouldn't mind talking to someone about using the aerial advantage or something - I feel like there's more I can do from on high than just watch."
He had a sudden image of carrying a bow and arrow like Cupid and showing everyone his bare ass. That could be an amusing prank for the future, so he tucked the thought away.
"Good to know about Liam. Share what you can with him, learn and teach. If you think he needs something you can't offer, find someone who can. Bishop, myself, any of the others."
He gave the second bit a moment of thought. "Are you talking about a gun? Forge makes guns."
"Well, don't know if I'm really into the idea of sniping or anything..."
He was a lover, not a fighter. Or something like that.
"But maybe there's something I could do with tranquilisers or something. Or even if there was equipment like thermal imaging stuff... I dunno, Forge'd know more about that stuff. If it could help, you know... I can carry a lot of weight."
Warren felt a little awkward speaking to Logan. Yeah, there was that amnesiac thing, but it was quite obvious that the two of them were from completely different worlds.
Logan nodded. "Good thinking. Your flight's an invaluable asset, might as well make sure it's used to the fullest... Forge could definately help you out. As much of a pain in the ass as he is, he's a useful guy."
Logan took a step toward the window, opening it and stepping half in.
"I'll keep in touch about the training. Thanks for helping out, Angel."
"Yeah, no worries. I'll see you later, Logan."
He thought about heading into New York City, since that had been his plan from before. Somehow, though, he felt like he should be doing stuff, helping out, being an X-Man and all that came along with it.
This was why he'd tried to avoid this conversation before. It was so easy, once you'd joined the team, to fall into responsibility. Angel didn't want to be responsible for anyone - he could look after himself, but he wasn't cut out for it. What if someone died again? Someone he'd trained, rather than just a random stranger?
With a sigh, he followed Logan inside. If he was going to do this, he'd have to do it right.