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And so, It begins.

Posted by wingdndangerous on 2006.02.15 at 18:14


pan_left at 2006-02-18 16:41 (UTC) (Link)
"Why not." Mark said, with a weak smile. He'd never been a particularily good sports player, and didn't quite understand what the children would gain by playing capture the flag. He held his hand out the the woman, "Hi, I'm Mark."

"Ororo Munroe, I teach social science." Ororo said, extending an arm around the pile of flags and hoops she was carrying. "You two can either watch from outside or my classroom." she said, turning to Warren.
mutant_race at 2006-02-18 20:18 (UTC) (Link)
Scott came out of the classroom, hands in his pockets, watching the last of the students leave. Seeing Warren, he walked over with a smile.

"Hey," he said, raising a hand. But instead of clapping it on Warren's shoulders like normal, noting that his wings weren't out, Scott put it just above, between his neck and shoulder to avoid smacking the tucked in wings.

Warren gave him a relieved smile, and put a hand momentarily on Scott's back.

"Glad to see you in a better mood," Worthington mused, and Scott gave him a half-grin.

"Yeah, sorry- I had a headache." He explained, one hand gesturing loosely to the side of his visor. Warren nodded in understanding, and Scott squeezed the hand just above his shoulder.

"Hey- we were going to ask you to referee..." He glanced towards Mark questioningly, "but Ororo can, if you're busy." There must be a reason Warren hadn't taken his wings out yet, although maybe it was to ease their visitor into it slowly.

"Or, if you want," he continued, another alternative popping to mind. "I can take Mark around to show him the game if you want to ref."
mutant_race at 2006-02-18 21:22 (UTC) (Link)
Ororo turned her head slightly to watch the exchange going on. "We could always get Hank to referee as well." she mentioned, a little bit of a smirk, making its way onto her face. Not only was Hank one of the harder refs to get illegal plays past, but he would also make quite the impression standing there in his large blue imposing form. She for one, didn't believe in easing people into understanding physical mutation, or any mutation in general, but she had grown up around the others long enough to know it was a sticking point.
mutant_race at 2006-02-19 00:21 (UTC) (Link)
Scott raised an eyebrow over his glasses, giving Ro a mischevious smirk. All three of them couldn't help but feel and act considerably younger, similar to their mischeif making days in the Mansion.

"Sounds like a plan- Warren and Hank will referee, I'll take Mark to watch from the gazebo." Warren hesitated, but nodded, and Ororo moved to go call Hank up. Scott gestured to Mark, starting to lead him out to the grounds, towards the forested grounds where the kids played. About twenty feet from the edge of the trees was a small gazebo, conviniently placed for watching as closely as possible for enjoyment sake. Warren glanced at Ororo, shaking his head slightly with a small simpering smile.

"I guess I'll go... change." He said, tugging the bottom of his shirt. "I was considering exposing Mark...slowly, to my mutation- and the others, but you and Scott seem to think this is the best course of action, no?" Warren shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "Well, I suppose we'll take your route. I'll take air referee." He decided, and headed up for the roof.
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