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2006.02.15 @ 18:14
And so, It begins.
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And so, It begins.
on 2006.02.15 at 18:14
2006-02-16 16:09 (UTC)
"I'm glad- I won't be wearing my brace, I get enough of elsewhere." Warren said over his last mouthful of cereal. Scott re-entered, his arms full of the last round of dishes that he carefully dumped beside the sink. Seeing Ororo glare at him, he moved to duck back out, but Warren extended a wing in front of the doorway as he finished chewing. Scott barely avoided getting a faceful of feathers as he stopped and turned to face Warren.
"Scott-" He mumbled around the Cheerios, then swallowed and turned on his stool. "Can you pick Mark up from his apartment? He's getting a tour of the Mansion today, and I'd rather not fly him here."
"Yeah- sure. What time?" Scott replied, crossing his arms casually over his chest.
"As soon as possible would be nice- I have the address-" He displayed his arm to Scott, with penmarks up the inside. Scott looked at it for what would seem like a surprisingly short glance to most people, and nodded. Warren tucked his arm back in, knowing Scott had committed it to memory. He personally had no idea where the apartment was, but unfortunately Scott was relatively familiar with the part of town- something no one even considered mentioning.
"Yeah, I'll go get the car." Scott said with a nod, walking back out the small kitchen door. Warren stood, bringing his bowl over to Ororo at the sink. He paused to give her a one-armed hug hug from the side, one wing curling around her shoulders with his arm as he rinsed his dishes.
"You two are good for eachother," he said softly, with a small, enigmatic smile. Being away from the Mansion gave Warren the perspective most others missed by living there- he noticed the smallest changes in people's demeanours, or their interactions with eachother. It gave him the upper hand in figuring things out, and he rather enjoyed it.
2006-02-16 16:22 (UTC)
"Who's good for who?" Ororo said in a voice which stated clearly that she didn't want to hear anymore about Warren's opinions on the matter.
She placed the final dishes in the dishwasher and hugged Warren back. "Are you sure Scott is going to know where this place is, I mean...he knows part of New York, around where Artie was---but." she hesitated. "And he's going to look a little suspicious."
She glanced at her watch and frowned. "Oh dear, I'm going to be the last one in the classroom again." she muttered. "Bring this Mark fellow around later, I have the smaller ones in the morning in history and then a 3 hours lecture after that for the advanced class."
2006-02-16 16:30 (UTC)
Warren shook his head, smiling.
"Alright, I'll bring him by. Don't scare him too much." He added with a wink, heading out of the kitchen. He headed to the basement, stopping in the changerooms to grab a pair of workout pants before heading into the Danger Room. Someone was already in there- Logan, according to the info screen, and Warren punched in the interrupt code. The program paused inside, and he entered, finding Logan in the mass of droids and walking over.
"Care for a visitor?" He asked, voice bordering on a cold challenge.
"If you think you can keep up," Logan growled, and resumed the program. Warren smirked, and launched into the air with a speed that caught Logan a little by surprise.