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| Topic Started: Feb 26 2010, 10:02 PM (482 Views) | |
| Warren Worthington III | Feb 26 2010, 10:02 PM Post #1 |
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January 3rd 2010 Around Eleven in the Morning Note - This is his first time out and about since Apoc. The meetings with Scott/Max/Betsy were all done and private so this is the first time anyone outside a select few will know Warren is back at the school. Redemption, rebirth, renewal. I am giddy with it. It is a state I never expected to experience again. And if I am damned for accepting it, so be it. I have been damned before... now, all that I once was has been returned to me. How do I even start to explain? Where does one usually begin? At the beginning…. What if there is no beginning? What if you can't find the beginning? There are many points in his life he could stop and say that’s it that’s the moment, or maybe it was really some place along the line where it all began, but then when you look at it, there's always an earlier point. Because he never would have been here at all, if he had made this decision or that one a bit different at some point in his life So back and back and back, and eventually the beginning turns out to be so long ago that maybe you can make the case that none of it was really your fault at all. And that was a spot Warren was starting to find himself in the mind set none of this was really his fault at all. At the very beginning, he had everything, if a child can be deemed to have anything. His parents moved in the privileged stratospheres of the moneyed and influential, and he was taught to breathe that air as if it were second nature. He learned the material weight of his worth, learned to speak the diplomatic tongue required, learned to polish and ingratiate and smile and present himself as all he should be. The image of perfection. No weaknesses, no flaws, no fears. “Such gifts my parents gave me.” He said the words to himself as he sat in the garden. His mind was looking back on his life he was putting it all together. He was done with the self doubt the self hate. That wasn’t who he was raised to be. That wasn’t the man his mother and father made him nor was it the man Candy loved with all her heart. His gifts from his parents did not always do him well. In his dealings with the "normal" world, his upbringing was a red flag, his self-confidence deemed arrogance, and his excess of possessions and appearance seemed particularly unjust to others. Many things can be forgiven, but if you are wealthy and handsome and popular, you have crossed one line too many. You eventually collect a crowd around you that is more vulture than anything else. They are only too happy to pick up the scraps that you leave behind, but they would be happier still to see you fall, and by and large, it is these people who make up the circle of your acquaintances. Max was one among the crowd. However, when he finally drew a bad card, even then his luck did not desert him. Not right away, anyway. Mutants were not yet common, not yet large enough in number to be a menace or a threat or good or evil. They were random curiosities; oddities still. So one of the Worthington clan had finally fallen to the law of averages; one of them had sprouted wings and joined the ranks of mutants. But they were beautiful, his wings, and he was beautiful still, maybe even more so now. At the time, it did not feel like an Achilles heel, but rather another gift. He had been given the sky. Free to fly! Was there anyone who had not even once idly wished for such a gift?! And it was his. When the wings first appeared, he kept them secret, he kept them all to himself. It was not shame; it was not fear. If anything, they seemed to make him whole, to make him more real than he had ever been before. They became everything to him — his secret soul, the piece of himself that he kept hidden because it was not meant for others; it belonged to him alone. “My charmed life.” He said with a sigh and chuckle to his voice as he looked back over all of it. Of course, it all went wrong. It was bound to, it was impossible that he should keep such privileges, such honors. He fell from grace to gracelessness, fell from power to servitude, fell from freedom to chains — fell from his life to a mockery of it. He spread his wings from the bench and took to the sky as he let a small roar out of his lungs. He soared as high as he could were no one could be hear him where no one could touch him or see him. Where he could be along and look down on them all. “You think you know me. You think you understand. But you are fools. I am deceiving you, letting you believe...I am death. It has been my life. It has been the past and my present. And it may just be my future!” He hovered himself back down the outburst over. Moving towards the bench once more. Getting his composure back, he had to be the strong one. He was like Scott that way he never wanted to show a chip or short coming. He was the strong one, the one who forged ahead and made the world better. He was a Worthington. Even now, I have no clue who I am, who I really am. But where does one find the remains of a life burned in the fire and lost to the winds. Warren was going to find out and he had a few ideas on how to start and where to look first. And they all sprung from his past. It was the only way to retrace his past and the happiness found there to make a future worth having. A future worthy to bare his name and that of is family. |
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| Wolfsbane | Feb 27 2010, 02:26 AM Post #2 |
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Having superhuman hearing is great, for the most part. You can hear an insect sneaking up on you. Almost nobody can keep a secret from you unless they're a really good distance away. You can listen to someone's heartbeat and tell if they're nervous, lying, scared, excited (provided you know the difference between the various heartrates). It has its downsides, however, such as when you're just minding your own business, coming back from a morning jog through the woods in wolf form and someone you've known for most of your life shoots into the sky and starts screaming at nobody in particular. It's a very specific circumstance, and it more or less applies to only one person. On that day, at that time, Rahne Sinclair was that one person. It had been a habit of hers since she discovered she could take her werewolf transformation into a one hundred percent wolf form to use it and take runs through the wooded areas of the campus. It helped clear her mind and exercise her body and most importantly, gave her animal instincts a daily workout as well. Though he was up in the air, mostly outside of earshot, and definitely out of visual range, she heard him well enough. Heard his soliloquy just as she was rounding the end of her tenth lap. She reached up into the nook of the tree where she had stashed her clothes and slowly began shifting back, taking on her half-wolf form, slipping into a simple pair of jogging shorts and a white tank top. She walked into the gardens slightly short of breath, and watched Worthington as he alighted on the ground. She was still slightly thrown by the blue skin, by the metal wings - he had made so few appearances since then that to see him like this, so unlike the Warren she'd known for years, that it was simply jarring. "So," she said, running the back of her left hand across her sweat-matted forehead, "D' ye feel better now, Warren? Y' know, what with that little announcement up there. Dinnae worry, I won't tell anyone." |
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| Warren Worthington III | Feb 27 2010, 04:25 AM Post #3 |
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His head turned as he heard the voice speak to him and his fingers fumbled to his belt and knocked his image inducer on. He was still getting use to having to turn it on when he was in public. His blue skin faded to a perfect bronze tan and the metal wings he worse shimmered and turned to soft white feathers. He gave a small smile the young women who was approaching him. She looked like she had just come from a run and apparently her k-9 sense had picked up his let vent session in the sky. D' ye feel better now, Warren? Y' know, what with that little announcement up there. Dinnae worry, I won't tell anyone." His hand ran over his neck as he felt a bit embarrassed she heard it. It was hard to explain it the pulse in him. The need to let it out and just scream sometimes, a lot of people didn’t understand that. But Rahne was a smart girl and the two of them had known each other for a good chunk of there lives. “Wasn’t really meant to be an announcement, more of blowing off steam. All the built up pressure and craziness in my heads. Just helps to yell sometimes.” He softly shrugged as he smiled at her hoping that would work for an explanation to her but if not he would try harder. But he always found death to be hard to talk about he didn’t fully understand Death and he was apart of it…or it was apart of him it was confusing at times. “But enough about crazy old Warren, how is Ms. Sinclair and her litter of mutant children.” He kept his million dollar grin as he moved the conversation off himself and to her and motioned for her to join him on the bench. No point in them both standing in the middle of the garden when there were plenty of seats for them to take and catch up on. |
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| Wolfsbane | Feb 27 2010, 04:55 AM Post #4 |
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"Oh, I do," she said, casually strolling up and sitting down on the bench, her tail curving around her hip so as to not be sat on. "At least it was just a yell an' not somethin' a bit more destructive. I swear, some people around here haven't the slightest clue how to vent frustrations without causin' property damage." She canted her head to the left as he fumbled to flip on his image inducer. It was sad, that he felt the need to do that, to hide himself behind an image, even around friends, but... but it was more complicated than that, wasn't it? It always was. The image he was wearing was the image he was born with, covering up an artificial alteration of something he was never meant to be. Complicated. "Oh, well, you know how it is. They're a handful, but they're sweet for the most part. I'd be lyin' if'n I said it was an easy job, but I'd also be lyin' if'n I said I dinnae love it." She smirked lightly, and then shrugged her shoulders. "As for me... I'm doin' quite alright. Dougie an' I jus' may be gettin' to that point where he'll actually ask me out," she said, in reference to her slowly-growing romance with Doug Ramsey. It had been slow, and some would even say that he was taking it too slowly, but it seemed to work just fine between the two of them. |
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| Warren Worthington III | Feb 27 2010, 05:13 AM Post #5 |
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"At least it was just a yell an' not somethin' a bit more destructive. I swear, some people around here haven't the slightest clue how to vent frustrations without causin' property damage." Warren couldn’t help but let a small chuckle out as he gave his head a shake. It was very true he wasn’t sure how they kept up with the damage at times as any outburst easily resulted in larges amounts of money being needed to put the place back togther. “Well little kids through toys and pillows and mutants through buildings.” He gave her a sly grin after all it made sense in his head. If you could lift a building and you were pissed it had to feel good to throw a building. Lucky for the world Warren couldn’t throw buildings to feel better he could just yell and cut things….he was a flying sword with wings. She talked about the kids being a handful but she had always done well with little ones and it was easy to see her love for them as she spoke about them and it brought a smile to his face. The kids were the future and seeing someone so eager to raise and help them was a good thing. He just hoped when he and the others were old and retired from saving the world that the world would no longer need saving and they could all have normal lives. It was a pipe dream but it was one he held to and hoped for. "As for me... I'm doin' quite alright. Dougie an' I jus' may be gettin' to that point where he'll actually ask me out," “My o My, someone finally got the guts to scoop you up in the place huh? Nice to see some boys know a good catch when they see it around here.” He said with a smile. He had seen her grow up and she was among the people who was like family to him. Even if they had not always been the closest they did grow up together and there was no way around it you formed bounds with people. “And if he hurts you, I’ll be more then happy to play the role of scary big brother who hunts down the jerk guy.” He said with a playful grin before giving her a small side hug. The hug where you grab the far shoulder and give a reassuring hug to a person, it was nice to just talk for a change and not be battle ling himself inside his head locked up all alone. He finally got a handle on things or so he hoped. “But in all seriousness I am happy to hear it and wish you the best of luck with him. How’s the school been doing with all the changes in the world? I’m sure Scott has been in over drive but he can’t shield us all from the outside world sadly.” |
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| Wolfsbane | Feb 27 2010, 05:34 AM Post #6 |
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"Right," Rahne said with a small chuckle. "Well, I know I used t' bite people when I got mad, just give 'em a good nip on th' hand 'r whatnot, but mum broke me o' that fast." It was good to have Warren back. Rahne knew very well that he simply needed this place, perhaps now more than ever, needed the support of his friends and loved ones, and the fact that he was out wherever he was on his own was just sad to even contemplate. She knew that Scott and Jean and Hank worried for him, and she knew how hard it was for all of them to stay back and give him his own space, how hard it must have been for them to not search him out, find him - at least, that's how she felt about it. The other Horsemen had been accounted for and were being helped - well, Jono and Alex at least. She couldn't say to the status of the one who was one of Magneto's terrorist lapdogs, but she was certain that even she had gotten help from her comrades. She had to believe that. But Warren had gone off on his own, and that was tough to contemplate. "Well, yeah," she said, a slight blush coming to her face, visible under the reddish brown fur. "And Doug would never hurt me. He's just about as sweet as they come." She laid a slightly pawlike hand on his own, and patted softly. "It's good t' have ye home again, Warren. Very good." |
![]() [size0]Say the dog and butterfly, in the air they like to fly. Dog and butterfly. She knew she had to try, and she float back down to the warm soft ground, laughing - she don't know why, but she had to try, she had to try. Dog and Buttefly. Avatar by Natalie, signature by Olga. My graphics set is complete again! Thank you so much! | |
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| Warren Worthington III | Feb 27 2010, 06:10 AM Post #7 |
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"Well, yeah," she said, a slight blush coming to her face, visible under the reddish brown fur. "And Doug would never hurt me. He's just about as sweet as they come." He smiled as she blushed next to him. And he was a little impressed he could pick up on it given the shade of the fur he was sure it would mask things like that more. Or perhaps she just blushed a bit deeper on that topic then on some other ones. “Well that is good to hear. Because you turned out to be a fine young women and deserve a great man. Don’t ever settle for less to many girls do that trust me I’ve met most of them.” He gave a small smile of you can take that how ever you like but I will not go any deeper into it. He shifted a bit as he looked over the garden it was so peaceful. So quite compared to the inside of his mind, he never was a big fan of the gardens before but after it all he had found them to be a rather nice place to come and escape. "It's good t' have ye home again, Warren. Very good." “It’s good to be home. I did miss this place and my friends, it’s good to have a home here…a family here.” He paused as he said it giving a nod. It was his family they were all he had left. “Family who is ready to help and support me when I know I need them. And knows when they need me I will be there for them no matter how far I wander to be alone, I always come back and I’m always ready to be among you all. There is an odd peace here for me.” |
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| Wolfsbane | Feb 27 2010, 06:32 AM Post #8 |
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"Thank ye..." she said, a slightly meek tone coming through in her voice. It wasn't always easy to accept praise. It was strange sometimes, difficult to understand what one was supposed to do - agree with it? Try to act humble and deny it? "I do try my hardest." Or that's an option. "Though I find it hard t' believe that yuir describin' yuirself as 'less', if I'm readin' ye right," she smiled, giving him a light bump of the shoulder, careful of the wings. She knew that while they looked like his old ones, they weren't, not anymore. They were something very different, a dark, twisted reflection of what nature had intended them to be. Not only capable of flight, but capable of inflicting harm. "Well, it's one thing I've learned after finally movin' over here - no matter what we go through, what happens to us," she said with a small nod of her head as she idly watched a flying v of Canadian geese high above them, "no matter what, we're always here for each other, we're always ready to drop everythin' if someone we love needs us. An' I love bein' a part o' that. Anythin' ye need, we're here for ye. Every last one of us. Well, 'cept for a cash loan. I'm pretty sure if'n ye needed money, no amount I've ever had could help ye with that." She gave a small chuckle and a smirk. A joke here and there, no big deal. |
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| Warren Worthington III | Feb 27 2010, 07:51 AM Post #9 |
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He smirked as she let a small crack out on him both about his love life as well as about loaning him some cash. Warren leaned back against the bench as he let is all roll over him the familiar smells, the friends, the place he had called home for so long. “It’s a crazy thing. Growing up I was told I had everything. I could go anywhere and do anything I wanted. The world was my playground and my inheritance. And my family loved me and I loved them. But when I look back on my life the school is where I find all my happy memories and the best moments of learning. This is an amazing place we have all helped build and shape.” He reflected a bit more as he thought a rare deep moment of introspection for Warren out load. He preferred keeping his public image and the way others saw him a bit more light hearted and n some case a bit more as an ass hole. But he was in an odd chipper mood. “This school is one of the few beacons of hope. It’s amazing how much one place can mean to so many people.” He turned looking at Rahne and messed with her hair a bit as a big brother would as he looked over at her injecting a bit more light heartiness after the moment of deep reflection. “You done good kid. I’m sure Moria is very proud of you. So what do you do for fun now a days? Or are you letting old man Scott rub off on you and you becoming all work and no play?” |
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| Wolfsbane | Feb 27 2010, 08:06 AM Post #10 |
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"Oh, I know it. I still wake up in the morning just absolutely amazed that I've become a part of it," Rahne said as she leaned forward slightly, clasping her hands together between her knees. "I mean, I grew up with you guys across the pond, an' ye'd come over with the stories of all th' cool stuff ye got to do, how ye were out there, savin' the world f'r not only people like us, but f'r everyone else too, an' f'r a wee pup like I was? That was absolutely mythic. 'Twas larger 'n life. An' to be a part of that now? T' have my own code name an' my own set o' bright tights? It's like I've joined the Beatles 'r somethin'." Fun... Rahne mused over that one. "Well, I dinnae get out as much as I'd like, but Shan, Dani an' m'self hop out t' catch lunch every now an' again... I've hopped out to Mutant Town t' work with Jamie Madrox's private investigation firm from time to time, but that honestly feels more like a play day than work, ye know? Other times I visit with Jon, well, ye know, Jon's clone, I guess, but... I dunno, he actually feels like Jon. Like Jon decided he was nae done down here an' found his way back..." She paused a moment, and let out a breath of air. "Why? Ye had somethin' in mind?" |
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| Warren Worthington III | Feb 27 2010, 08:45 PM Post #11 |
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Warren couldn’t help but smile a big smile as she talked about her dreams as a kid of being an X-men and hearing all the stories they always brought with them to the island. And her excitement over her bright colored tights made Warren laugh a bit. “Some girls dream of princess and ponies and Ms. Sinclair dreamed of bright tights and super villains.” It felt good to joke a little and talk. It had been a long time since the jokes and swagger of Warren had been able to come out and the young Scottish woman was bringing it out of him. “It’s good you are still having some fun. All work and no play turns people into Scotty boy. And I don’t think the school can handle more then one of him. And most of us need a bit of let loose times to just let are hair down so to speak.” He paused a moment as she asked him if he had anything in mind. “No. Not really. I’ve been trying to avoid planning things and just seeing where life takes me. The more I try to plan my life out and thing of things in advance the more things seem to go crazy in this life. My world has been danger room sessions and shrink time with Jean while I learn all about the new powers and features that look to be a permanent part of me.” He leaned forward a bit as he couldn’t help but shake his head as he thought about all the training he had gone to through to re learn his powers almost. “So with all these new powers. I may just have to come back to your class so I can re learn the basics of being a mutant. Think you can handle a Worthington in your class Ms. Sinclair?” He asked with a playful grin on his face. Any teacher who had ever had him would say Warren was a handful in class. And he was pretty sure anyone who knew him would say he was a handful still. |
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| Wolfsbane | Feb 27 2010, 09:02 PM Post #12 |
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"Ha! Aye, well, 'tis all yuir fault. Yuirs an' Jonny's an' Scott's an' Jean's an' Hank's an' Mina's... A bunch o' bonafide superheroes an' an impressionable young ten year old wolf girl? How could I have possibly wanted anythin' else?" It may have been a strange line of logic, but then again, it was a strange circumstance. One thing about Xavier's Institute was that the strange was commonplace, that the bizarre was mundane, and if one didn't have a day where something that was, by human standards, utterly bizarre didn't happen, that was a strange day. To talk about superheroism as if it was an everyday thing? An honest to goodness aspiration, and a realistic one at that? That was just everyday life at Xavier's. "An' lay off Scott a bit. He has fun in his own way," Rahne said with a small smirk. Granted, she still tended to call him "Mister Summers", especially when students were around. He did make the "Mister Summers" title fit, after all. "My class? Well, which one? I mean, I've got the Feral Group, that might work out f'r ye... but I seriously doubt the class for the really wee ones would do ye any good. I mean, I focus more on actual elementary school lessons there than ability lessons... unless ye think ye need t' relearn yuir ABCs..." |
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| Bobby Drake | Mar 3 2010, 12:43 AM Post #13 |
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To put it simply Bobby was smitten. It was only a few days since him and Angie were together for New Years and it was still such a night to remember. Keeping such a good mood and never losing his playful demeanor. Okay it all sounded cheesy and corny, and if anyone asked he’d make it sound manly. Or make a joke to avoid sounding like a whipped wuss. Never even thinking about bragging when it came down to it, but it was safe for him to say that he had a girlfriend. Walking along the school grounds and talking to her on the phone for a bit he strolled the grounds. After hanging up the cell phone he looked around and found himself near the gardens, seeing Rahne and Warren off in the distance. Holy crap! Warren?! Bobby did a double take to make sure his eyes were playing with him. Seeing that it was Warren, and wasn't fronting the blue skin and Death wings he approached with a wide smile. Not noticing the image inducer on his wrist. It was odd and slightly creepy but it was still good to see Warren back at the school and not try to kill them. Approaching the two he didn’t try to sneak. Really there was no point, anyone could see Bobby with a wide grin coming a mile away. Strutting up he shouted out, “Hey you two!” As he got closer he patted Warren's back and said, “Good to have ya back, man.” The iced mutant wondered if it was too soon for jokes, he had a few but didn't want to spark up Death Smurf's rage and... deathy-ness. Looking over to Rahne he nodded his head once and said, “Heya Rahney.” |
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| Warren Worthington III | Mar 3 2010, 04:45 AM Post #14 |
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He let a small laugh out as she teased him about the ABC’s and Warren gave a small shrug as he spoke. “Well they say it’s always good to brush up on the basics. And as far as Scott goes…if I went easy on him who would give the boy a hard time? My goal is to one day teach the old guy a sense a humor via jist and jabs.” Warren couldn’t help but smile a bit proudly. Scott was like his big brother and he loved to give him a hard time and make sure Scott was on his toes. After all if he didn’t do who was? The man only ran a school full of crazy powerful kids, fought for mutant rights against a world who fears and hates him and battles a group of terrorist who want to take over the globe. Wasn’t like there was a long list of people who could take his place at giving him a hard time. As the two were talking Bobby approached with a huge grin on his face and a bounce in his step. He gave warn a pat on the back and Warren greeted the young man with a head nod. “Hey there Bobby. Good to be back, I missed the old place and friendly faces so I figured I’d drag myself back and do the whole X-Men thing again. You look a bit happier then normal…if that’s possible.” He said to the normally upbeat Bobby. But unless he had just over all gotten happier and more peppy there was something making him happy. And it was good to see all the smiles at the school after all the bad good was a much needed change for Warren. |
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| Wolfsbane | Mar 3 2010, 04:58 AM Post #15 |
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"Well, tomorrow, we're coverin' finger paintin' with the very young ones, and multiplication tables with the older ones. Which lesson am I signin' ye up for?" Rahne teased a bit further. It was just good to see a smile on Warren's face again. She understood, or at least thought she understood, how difficult it must have been for him to put on a positive front after all these months. It wasn't just what Apocalypse had done, it was what The Scrambler had done before him. Rahne was there for that, had worked to rescue him and X-Factor member Jet Black, and what she saw there was truly horrific. To have been the target of all that horror... Rahne couldn't imagine, and then to further be turned into an instrument of horror? That he was still upbeat at all was no small miracle. Rahne gave a small smile and a slight wag of her tail (though since she was seated, it was more like a mild thumping against the bench) as Bobby approached. He was indeed chipper, more so than usual. It must have been that time of year for all of them, finding a bit of romance in the air. One would never imagine that he had tried to kill her a little over a year ago. "Hullo, Bobby," she said with a small and polite nod of her head. Sure, the two had never been as close since then, but perhaps that was for the best. Or maybe not. She wasn't sure. It had been a long time, but that wasn't something one forgets easily. Either way, she patted the space on the bench next to her, an invitation for him to take a seat. "We were discussin' Warren's options as far as furthered education. He seems to think he could benefit from my area of expertise." |
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