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Joshua Tamashii
Punished GN
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AtrophyBruce Wayne, Pamela IsleyNick Fury Jean Gray and Logan Howlette
Location: Academy.
Interacting With: Each other.
“..it’s time, Pamela…”
Reaching a hand out to her, his distinguished figure stood in the doorway, Bruce gave her an encouraging smile, motioning with his head towards the rather large polished oak doors that separated them from the students waiting outside… the doors that stood separating them from their daughters…
Waiting until she had taken his hand, his feet urging them both back a couple of steps, and out the administration room, he turned to face the door, his intense eyes flicking about the familiar figures in front of him. Nick Fury… Jean Grey… Logan Howlette… Along with a few others; they were people he had grown to trust closely over the time they had all worked on bringing the Academy to life. Guiding her across the room and back over to the group standing before the door, giving each of them a small nod, Bruce came to a stop before them, “..before we go out there; I want to thank you all for your hard work. None of this would have been possible without you.”
Nick turned at the sound of footsteps, watching Bruce and Pamela approach. Keeping his eye on the headmaster, he nodded at his words. Turning his head slightly, he glanced at his companions, before speaking, “There’s still a lot of work to be done. But this, is certainly a start.”
Standing off to the side, leaning against the door’s threshold with his arms crossed over his broad chest and a cigar perched between his lips, Logan nodded his agreement with the director’s statement.
”Can’t say there won’t be trouble, though.” he gruffed, thinking mostly about his own kid.
“Trouble, yes… but nothing we can’t handle. Right, Logan..?” Her bright red lips turning up in a knowing smirk, throwing a playful wink in the mans direction, Jean slid her hands down into the back pockets of her jeans, her hip jutted out to the side as she turned her attention back over to Bruce and Pamela, “And besides, I doubt there’s anything that these kids can do that we didn’t when we were their age…”
”Hmmph.”
”Underestimating others’ abilities is often the first fall from success.” Nick replied, turning his one-eyed gaze onto Jean, well aware that that was not what she had meant, but willing to try and keep the conversation civil.
Listening to the conversation, Pamela kept her eyes on the door, this last barricade to her daughters. She was trying to find a reason to not simply tear it apart. Flicking her gaze towards Jean at her words, she raised a brow. ”Jean, dear, please keep your panties on your hips. No one wants to see that.”
“Pamela, dear, I remember the days when you used to be fun… what a shame. I do apologize that I couldn’t make it to the funeral.” Her own brow quirking, bright red lips pursing slightly in a sneer, Jean kept her gaze trained on the woman in front of her, making it clear that she wasn’t backing down.
Logan exchanged a sympathetic look with Nick and Bruce.
”Some of us are well aware of our allure that we don’t need to flaunt it all the time.” Pamela replied in a disinterested way, as if unconcerned with the way the conversation had turned. ”A pity that does not include you.”
“Allure..? Don’t make me laugh… I wouldn’t associate that word with you; not since you were… twenty..? Thirty years younger..?” Scoffing out a laugh, a hand lifting to run back through her long vibrant red locks, pushing them to a single side, Jean smirk grew slightly, “Pamela, you wouldn’t know sex appeal if it came and bit you in the ass. I mean, do you even still fit in your old suit- or have the back rolls grown too large, and the boobs too saggy..?”
The sound of porcelain shattering filled the room, and as Logan retracted his claws back into his fist, the older man shared a moment’s connection with the two redheads, unbothered by the broken vase pieces littering the wooden floor.
”Shut it.” He looked back to Bruce, silently begging for him to continue before either woman felt like talking again. Redheads.
Clearing his throat, giving Logan a silent and appreciative glance, Bruce gave Pamela’s hand a gentle squeeze before he stood himself tall again, quickly working to once more gain the control over the situation that he had lost to the two women, “..hm… yes, well… nevertheless, despite our… slight disagreements… none of this would have been possible without each of you lending a hand to our cause. Now, before we go out and meet the students, there are a few things I need to bring up to your attention…”
Smile disappearing, replaced by his normal serious disposition, Bruce glanced between the three of them before allowing his gaze to once more meet with Logan’s, “..firstly, we have, as you know, some rather… troubling students that will be attending the academy. Logan, I sent you a list of names that I would like you to keep an eye on- pay special mind when handling the Quinzel-Valeska children. I have had dealings with them before; they are just as, if not more of a handful than their parents.”
Logan nodded.
Pamela opened her mouth to retaliate at Jean’s words, but closed it, rather begrudgingly, at Bruce’s words. She wouldn’t forget this, that bitch would get what was coming to her. ”Harley was never that bad, really.” she said instead, turning her gaze away from Jean, resisting retaliating in other ways than words.
“..opinions based purely on what side of her you saw…” Frowning, a slight crease appearing between his eyes, Bruce let his words hang in the air before he continued on, “Secondly, we have members of the Wakandan royal family attending the academy. Now as such, they have a standing agreement at being able to leave the school grounds in order to tend to matters pertaining to their nation. In addition to this, after speaking with Arthur Curry on the matter, there are two students who will be commuting to the academy each morning rather than living on grounds. Young miss Paradise Kalawai’a, and mister Kaimana Curry will be staying close by campus, in a beach-side cabin belonging to Arthur himself… now, miss Kalawai’a also has long standing health issues and medical needs, so please be sure to keep this in mind when interacting with her.”
Logan shook his head, scoffing quietly. Already he didn't like the way this was going.
"So we got Gods, criminal children expected to behave like assholes, entitled parents who give their children special treatment that puts their kids above the rest, and a fuck-ton of 'pets' that will cause more distraction than any 'emotional companion' should be allowed." Logan rolled his eyes, puffing out a breath of smoke from his cigar. "Are we done here? We've only got a week or so before this place goes to shit."
Nick turned his gaze to Logan, his stance its usual intimidating and commanding style as he patiently waited for the other man to finish his grumbling. ”I’m well aware of the problems that could arise. The students will remain under control.” He said calmly, believing them to prove that they weren’t as bad as some of the groups he had had to deal with. ”In any case, the world may yet have need of the students. We’d best do the best we can by them.”
Logan hunched his shoulders, pulling the cigar from his mouth as he turned his body away from the group.
”You obviously don’t have any idea what these kids are capable of. I don’t think any of us really do. I just know that some of them are a lot more like us than we want to give them credit for. And that ain’t a good thing.” he muttered before taking his leave.
”I know the parents. Preparations are in place” Fury replied after him, before shaking his head, glancing towards Bruce, ”Yes, the children could be dangerous. We know that. Everyone knows that, and that’s why they are here.” he said, ”So they don’t screw up the world. I rather enjoy living here. Shall we?” He nodded towards the door, taking his eye of the headmaster.
There were more things that needed to be pointed out. He knew that- but right now, with everyone on edge, there was no point in poking the dragon. The frown evident over his weary features, his hand lifting to rub roughly at his hair in what was a mix of frustration and anxiousness. Bruce let out a sigh.
“..no use in waiting any longer…”
Shaking his head, his hand falling back to his side, Bruce glanced around at the others for a moment. It was now or never. Giving them a quick nod of his head, his body maneuvering around the two women, he lifted his hand, his palm reaching out to take hold of the door handle so that he could open it for them all, causing the light from outside to come streaming in as he glanced back at the rest of them, “..come on; it’s time.”
