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One half delirious-from-overtiredness post up and ready to read. I'mma go collapse now.
"Yes, lets." He left his coat on the counter and followed the petite young Asian back the way she'd come. Some people would have been offended by her simple presence, but Scott himself had only even fought the Germans, and even then he knew better than to blame the actions of one's country on an individual. Especially one as obviously young as this girl was. He didn't see her as a potential threat either, didn't see much of anything that way anymore. Maybe he should have seen things more like Ari did, should have made a threat assessment of everyone he's met and kept his guard up, but when just opening your eyes has the potential to wipe out a mountainside, it starts to become more and more difficult to see anything as more dangerous than you are.
The temperature began to drop as they went lower and Scott found himself feeling more and more comfortable in spite of the fact that they were descending into a potential deathtrap should he lose control. Or maybe not. He began to wonder if his blasts would be able to penetrate so much bedrock, but before he could finish running the numbers in his head they were coming to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. The room was huge, and much darker than it likely should have been. There was also a group of people closer to the center, and one of them seemed to be... sparkling? That was... interesting.
It was hard to make out the faces from this distance and in the dark, but Logan still stood out like a sore thumb, what with shoulders even broader than Scott's own and the peaked hairstyle that no one else in the room seemed to be sporting. As he moved closer, his eyes shifted to each of the other people in turn, and it didn't take long to figure out that Logan was the only actual adult in the room. Apart from the stoic looking European guy, at least. That must be Erik. He started walking over to introduce himself, but only made it half a step before the migraine hit him like a jackhammer. His eyes snapped shut as his left hand came up to his temples and his right wrapped around the stairway railing in a white-knuckle grip, while he grit his teeth at the pain and his eyes glowed red behind the lids, his power threatening to tear through the thin veneer of flesh and wipe out everything he could see. He knew it wouldn't though, and as quickly as the pain had come it was gone again and he inhaled deeply to calm his nerves and help re-assert control over his wayward ability. A moment longer and he was able to safely open his eyes again and stand upright.
"Sorry about that. It happens if I don't rest my eyes for more than five hours at a stretch." He said, by way of explanation to anyone who noticed his little breakdown. Straightening himself, he released the railing and continued on to join Logan under one of the lights that actually worked, smiling at the pretty young woman's obviously flirtatious banter. A second glance told him she was more than pretty, and it was no small wonder that Logan's expression seemed to reciprocate the flirtatiousness. Because that's just what a bunch of kids with superpowers need, is more hormones. "Alright, I'm here." Another glance at the assembled teens before his gaze came back to wolverine. "Or I guess we're here would be more accurate. I'm guessing we missed the tour and 'how not to destroy the world' speech?" He wanted nothing more than to just cut all the crap and find out how to fix himself, but Logan wasn't the type to deal well with impatience and Scott clearly wasn't the only one in need of help. So he decided to keep playing along for now, even though all the niceties were really beginning to grate. To that end, he kept his face friendly even though he really didn't like having to socialize with people and to top it all off the ache had started up behind his eyes again.
The temperature began to drop as they went lower and Scott found himself feeling more and more comfortable in spite of the fact that they were descending into a potential deathtrap should he lose control. Or maybe not. He began to wonder if his blasts would be able to penetrate so much bedrock, but before he could finish running the numbers in his head they were coming to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. The room was huge, and much darker than it likely should have been. There was also a group of people closer to the center, and one of them seemed to be... sparkling? That was... interesting.
It was hard to make out the faces from this distance and in the dark, but Logan still stood out like a sore thumb, what with shoulders even broader than Scott's own and the peaked hairstyle that no one else in the room seemed to be sporting. As he moved closer, his eyes shifted to each of the other people in turn, and it didn't take long to figure out that Logan was the only actual adult in the room. Apart from the stoic looking European guy, at least. That must be Erik. He started walking over to introduce himself, but only made it half a step before the migraine hit him like a jackhammer. His eyes snapped shut as his left hand came up to his temples and his right wrapped around the stairway railing in a white-knuckle grip, while he grit his teeth at the pain and his eyes glowed red behind the lids, his power threatening to tear through the thin veneer of flesh and wipe out everything he could see. He knew it wouldn't though, and as quickly as the pain had come it was gone again and he inhaled deeply to calm his nerves and help re-assert control over his wayward ability. A moment longer and he was able to safely open his eyes again and stand upright.
"Sorry about that. It happens if I don't rest my eyes for more than five hours at a stretch." He said, by way of explanation to anyone who noticed his little breakdown. Straightening himself, he released the railing and continued on to join Logan under one of the lights that actually worked, smiling at the pretty young woman's obviously flirtatious banter. A second glance told him she was more than pretty, and it was no small wonder that Logan's expression seemed to reciprocate the flirtatiousness. Because that's just what a bunch of kids with superpowers need, is more hormones. "Alright, I'm here." Another glance at the assembled teens before his gaze came back to wolverine. "Or I guess we're here would be more accurate. I'm guessing we missed the tour and 'how not to destroy the world' speech?" He wanted nothing more than to just cut all the crap and find out how to fix himself, but Logan wasn't the type to deal well with impatience and Scott clearly wasn't the only one in need of help. So he decided to keep playing along for now, even though all the niceties were really beginning to grate. To that end, he kept his face friendly even though he really didn't like having to socialize with people and to top it all off the ache had started up behind his eyes again.
Umm... Is a demonstration from cyclops really a good idea?
Unless you're Collossus and made of metal... Or had the enhanced skeletal and cardiovascular systems to go with the height.
...all this talk of blinking and seeing things and eyes makes me want to level a mountain just for kicks and giggles. ;)
I myself am exceptionally lanky as well and am nowhere near seven feet, not to mention original toad is only 5'8" (now apparently 5'9"). 7'6" is massive no matter how you slice it, and then combined with how young he is he's gotta have some kind of a size mutation too (unless there are real life 16 year old's that are 7'6" tall, which if there are then never mind lil' old me).
Though don't get the wrong idea, I'm not trying to knock the character or anything, it's just that I'm really surprised at how huge he is. Then again, he's just gonna be a bigger target if we're on opposite sides... ;)
Though don't get the wrong idea, I'm not trying to knock the character or anything, it's just that I'm really surprised at how huge he is. Then again, he's just gonna be a bigger target if we're on opposite sides... ;)
6'4" here, so being dwarfed isn't an experience I'm well-versed in. Though Mort is more than a foot taller than me, which is genuinely massive... I never thought Toad was that huge. And at only 16. Geez... Lol.
You'll get no objection from me.
He chuckled at Ari's mention of Barbie, a name traditionally reserved for the exceedingly pretty yet mentally challenged, and Vivienne definitely fit the bill. "Alright then, lead the way." He gestured for her to continue down the sidewalk, adding a half-bow as he did so. "I shall defer to your well-informed sense of direction." So they continued on until reaching the bar, which when they arrived had the closed sign hanging proudly in the window and the blinds drawn shut. It was to be expected, he supposed, given that it was not even four in the afternoon yet. This was definitely the address Xavier's letter had given him though, and he stepped up and tried the door. Locked. "Well... I guess we get creative then." He'd come thousands of miles already, and wasn't about to let a locked door stop him. Reaching inside his coat, he pulled out a long knife and slipped the blade between the door and the jamb, then forced it down at an angle until it pushed the latch back and the door popped open. "There we are. Now, let's see what this Xavier guy has in store, shall we?" He gave Ari another smile, hoping it was the comforting sort since most people found breaking and entering distasteful at best, then pushed on into the bar.
The scene that greeted them was typical of most drinking establishments, a pool table off to one side and some tables and chairs scattered about, with the bar on the other side with its line of stools standing proudly in front. The room was dark, owing to the half-closed blinds on the windows, and thin tendrils of light drew lines across the tables and chairs. "Nice place." Which it actually was. Clean and well kept, without the beer stains on the floor and counter you found in some other establishments or the rank smell of those who'd drunk too much and couldn't make it to the bathroom in time. Or maybe those things were unique to the redneck bars Scott had grown up around. Either way, this place was worlds apart from what he was used to.
"Hello! Charles Xavier? Logan? Anyone here?" His voice was raised to carry through the building, and he removed his tan trench coat and laid it across the bar while he waited. He honestly wasn't sure why he'd worn the coat in the first place though. New York was a lot warmer than the mountains in Alaska, and he'd been on the verge of breaking into a sweat ever since he'd gotten off his plane. Underneath the coat, he wore a white dress shirt and black slacks, complimented by a somewhat out-of-place pair of polished black army boots. It hadn't been his first choice of wardrobe, but when one was traveling to the big city, it was usually best to try and blend in as much as possible.
The scene that greeted them was typical of most drinking establishments, a pool table off to one side and some tables and chairs scattered about, with the bar on the other side with its line of stools standing proudly in front. The room was dark, owing to the half-closed blinds on the windows, and thin tendrils of light drew lines across the tables and chairs. "Nice place." Which it actually was. Clean and well kept, without the beer stains on the floor and counter you found in some other establishments or the rank smell of those who'd drunk too much and couldn't make it to the bathroom in time. Or maybe those things were unique to the redneck bars Scott had grown up around. Either way, this place was worlds apart from what he was used to.
"Hello! Charles Xavier? Logan? Anyone here?" His voice was raised to carry through the building, and he removed his tan trench coat and laid it across the bar while he waited. He honestly wasn't sure why he'd worn the coat in the first place though. New York was a lot warmer than the mountains in Alaska, and he'd been on the verge of breaking into a sweat ever since he'd gotten off his plane. Underneath the coat, he wore a white dress shirt and black slacks, complimented by a somewhat out-of-place pair of polished black army boots. It hadn't been his first choice of wardrobe, but when one was traveling to the big city, it was usually best to try and blend in as much as possible.
'fraid not Yoshi... Not the romancy kind at least. Though tension and such is always fun. ;)
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