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Summertime, Syracuse style; Jimmy, Piotr
Topic Started: Aug 18 2014, 04:49 AM (235 Views)
Pyrrhic
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Time: Six pm
Date: August tenth, 2014



Summer was the season of the grill. There were people who would cook every meal on a grill once the weather turned nice. Grilling a pizza was a messy thing, but there were people who could do it. At the Great New York State Fair almost everything to eat was grilled in some form or another. Always popular were the spiedies and Dinosaur Bar-b-que. If you wanted something that you could eat without having to sit down, or worry about getting napkins to keep yourself relatively clean you went for the spiedies. Chunks of meat that had been marinating for anywhere from a night to two weeks, put in the crack of a sub roll with just a bit of the sauce splashed on for extra flavor. They were grilled on skewers, kind of like kabobs without the veggies. If you didn't care if you got rusty red sauce on your clothes, or you wanted to sit down, a Dinosaur pulled pork sandwich was the way to go. It was the sauce more than the meat that made them so good. What was even better was having it to slather on anything that you were cooking. No matter which you went for salt potatoes were a required side dish.

Ros wasn't going to the Fair. He never much cared, only interested in it if there was a band that he liked on the main stage. What he did like was those summer time essentials. Grilling them seemed like a good way to try and bond with Piotr like Miss Moonstar had wanted. It gave Ros a chance to talk to the man, and to have something tasty that wasn't likely to end up being served in the cafe. It had occurred to Ros that he had more food than he and Mr. Rasputin would be able to eat. Having two adults to supervise him as he grilled some spiedies and some burgers while the pre-cooked salt potatoes got to soak in some slowly melting butter had to be better than just having one. So Ros invited Mr. Proudstar from the disastrous trip to Enchanted Forrest.

The teen brushed his bangs back as he lifted up the grill's lid. As he did a wave of heat brushed against him and tongues of flames licked at the air through the bars of the grill. He'd tried grilling things in previous summers, but had been relegated to doing things like mixed vegitables and maybe a hot dog. Nobody could top him when it came time for making s'mores though. Today was going to be his first attempt at making something that was a little more of a risk to your health if not cooked right.

"Those coals aren't ready yet are they?" Ros asked before chewing on his lip. He wanted to make an actual meal, something that was a little harder than pasta or grilled cheese. Burgers could burn up fast if you didn't pay attention and could be surprising with how red they were still on the inside. The chicken was already speared with the spiedes stakes, the marinade was rather strong smelling at this moment, but would be so much better once they started grilling.
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"Those coals aren't ready yet are they?"

Piotr looked up from wiping dirt off of Nuya's face. The baby Rasputin had gone for a tumble across the grass, seemingly on purpose from what Piotr could tell, and had promptly decided it was his father's job, and not his own, to clean himself up. Piotr grinned at the student, a kid whom Dani had been mentoring before she moved out to the X Factor team. From what he knew, the boy transferred pain, or something like that. The Russian didn't claim to be a master of powers that he didn't have. Heck, sometimes he didn't claim to even understand other types of powers. But Dani had referred this boy to Piotr, saying that he'd needed help with his powers, something about hurting himself, and he'd figured that he could give helping a try,

"A watched pot never boils, and coal burns faster when you're not in a hurry. But um... Yeah it looks about hot enough to start adding the meat."

In truth, Jimmy was the better griller, probably the better cook all around, except for when Piotr made potlepka, but that was a different story. Maybe the other giant might have something different to say, but the kid was looking at Piotr, so he answered as best he could.

"Wan' touch!" Nuya said, wobbling closer to the grill.

"Oh, no you don't, little one!" Piotr said, scooping his son up in his arms. The child rewarded him with a good natured squeal and Piotr smiled bigger.

"Up high!" The kid said, his face beaming.

"Sure thing, Nuya. Let's fly." And Pete tossed his child into the air. It wasn't more than a half a foot out of the Colossus's hands, but to the child, he might as well have been sixty feet in the air. Laughing, the child safely landed back in his papa's hands and flapped his hands.

"Again! Again!" Nuya asked as Pete grinned, glancing at Ros.

"Might wanna put the meat on. He's getting giddy, which means cranky's not far off. Better get some food into him soon."
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"Dude, you can't rush perfection. Cranky kid or not."

James was a fairly simple guy. He had some ground rules for himself, nothing too complicated, that kept him going in most cases. Don't accept drinks for dudes you don't know on a first name basis, always use protection and never, ever turn down food. So when a student had asked him to help with a grill, along with Piotr, he was morally obligated to say yes. Plus, and he didn't want to brag (Okay maybe he wanted to brag a little), he was pretty damn good with a grill. He'd gotten lots of practice in the hot Arizona summers... and sometimes the still kinda warm Arizona winters. The seasons could be very similar some years.

As it was, the apache was now taking a peek at the coals that Ros was talking about with Pete, tying back his dark hair up and away from his face. Of course the Russian was busy with his kid. James had heard plenty about the Tinman's new mini-me, but hadn't seen much of the little guy. How he'd found time to fuck around while everyone else was apparently turning into bug people escaped him. But then again, he hadn't exactly been there to know how much free time they had. He was only a little nervous around the kid; he couldn't really help it. Even around Greg, who held the spot of Jim's favorite kid ever, he felt abnormally clumsy and a little bit like he was going to break him or something. There hadn't been many babies in Jim's life, like, ever and he still was grasping at straws when he was within 50 feet of one.

Even as superpowered toddlers (Greg had already ripped a handful of hair out of his head when it was down, much to his shock), they seemed unbelievably fragile to him. Maybe it had to do with how small they were and how small he wasn't. Or maybe Rahne was right and he just needed to get used to them. Whatever it was, he chalked it up as another reason he was probably not meant to raise kids, his own or otherwise. Nuya seemed like a good enough kid though, and Pete was... handling him, so Jimmy was trying to keep his mind on the current task.

"Yeah Ros, they look good enough to start. Grab somethin' out of the cooler and I'll show you how it's done." He flashed a good natured smile at the group as they settled in for the evening. After all of the recent madness, a calm evening sounded like a great plan. Assuming Pete didn't set himself on fire or anything.
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While Piotr was tending to his child and Mr. Proudstar was talking about how you couldn't rush perfection, Ros made himself busy getting out the loaded spiedies stakes. The chicken chunks were smaller than the thick burgers and would probably grill up faster. It would give the small mouth, and possibly small stomach, something to occupy it, and maybe keep the cranky stage from happening. Years ago Ros had dealt with little kids, but he was younger then, and wasn't really expected to be responsible for their care. Simply put Ros had no idea what to say to or do with the little one. He could tell him jokes maybe, but would the kid get them? And why was it that suddenly all the jokes he shouldn't be saying were the first ones that came to his mind? It was like how whenever he had to give an oral report the second that he stood up the whole thing flew out his head, no matter how well prepared he was.

There was a hiss as the marinated meat was placed onto the hot grill, and some of the juice dripped down onto the flaming coals. It made the smell all the more powerful and Ros felt himself getting closer to the cranky that Piotr was worried would happen with his kid. Maybe not ill tempered, but certainly antsy. He really missed having some of this stuff. True he had not gone terribly far to get to Xavier's, so it wasn't like he had left a different country that had an entirely different diet. It was still New York State. However things like spiedies and salt potatoes were more of a central New York thing.

"I should have brought out a fruit salad or something," Ros said. His stomach grumbled at the smell of the sizzling stakes and he regretfully closed the lid of the grill again. Bad with kids or not Ros was smart enough to realize that fire and little ones did not mix well together. Nuya's insistence before he got tossed by his dad said that he was interested in the grill. Removing the visual of the fire hopefully would decrease the desire to get the fire. "Every kid likes fruit salad right?"

Unlike Mr. Proudstar, Ros had no problems admitting that he wasn't sure how to take care of a kid Nuya's age. His assumption on the fruit salad was based entirely upon his conure. Blue liked playing with bright and colorful things like a little kid would, and he did enjoy pieces of fruit. Besides, fruit salad was a little more like finger food, so that had to have another thing going for it with the little ones. With the meat grilling Ros could put his attention on other things. He plucked a fatter piece of grass and stretched it between his thumbs, making a flute that he blew to entertain the little kid.

"Before she moved to New York Miss Moonstar told me I should start lifting weights," Ros said, looking at both Mr. Proudstar and Mr. Rasputin, "I think I know why. Next to you I'm a twig. Either one of you really. She also asked about me and fights." There was something Ros had been thinking about ever since he participated in the capture the flag tournament. Miss Moonstar leaving had been the thing to push him towards embracing his powers, but forcing his mind to think of safe ways to use it in the games had made him realize that maybe, maybe he wasn't as doomed to harm as he thought.
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"Dude, you can't rush perfection. Cranky kid or not."

"You say that now," Piotr answered James, tossing his child into the air once more, not more than a good six feet above his head, but definitely hig enough that others might have seen the action as unsafe, "but you've not met this little terror on the business end of a tantrum." He caught his son, who's laughter rang free across the grounds. It was possible that the poor kid's sense of self preservation was almost nonexistent, and that he was as delusional as his father on the subject:

There was a hiss as the meat was put on the grill, and Piotr grinned, noticing Nuya look over to the food. Yet another chip off the ol' block, as the saying goes, Nuya was no longer interested in playing, for the food was now all that was on his mind. Piotr's own stomach grumbled at the smell of the food, and set his kid on the table, he looked to the younger man.

"Fruit salad might have been the perfect delaying tactic at that. It would have at least kept Nuya and Jimmy in line."

Ros plucked a piece of grass and and made it into a makeshift flute that he played for Nuya, and the boy laughed and clapped. It reminded him of one of the women in his tribe who cared for the infants. She was always making music for them in much the same fashion.

"Before she moved to New York Miss Moonstar told me I should start lifting weights... Next to you I'm a twig... She also asked about me and fights."

"Well, now that good professor Proudstar is back, I can safely say that you've got the perfect teacher. And if not him, I'm sure I can show you how to do it better, heheh." Piotr chuckled absently as he peeked under the lid of the grill to see the searing meat.

"As for fighting, we have plenty of combat classes. I take it since you're asking us, you have a specific reason that those classes won't do?"

Nuya, immediately bored with the conversation as soon as the kicks finished, quietly climbed down and walked over to Jimmy. The boy knew that his papa was busy, and besides, there was another tall man who was probably just as good to play with until papa could pay attention again. So he tip-toed his way up to Jimmy, and pulled on his pants leg. The boy wasn't super strong like his papa, so he kept at it until his presence was made known. At which point he raised his arms to the man.

"Up! Up!" He paused, rembering his manners, and began again.

"Am Nuya. Up p'ease?"
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