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It's only time; tags: baby Scottie
Topic Started: Mar 29 2015, 04:51 PM (299 Views)
Somnia
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So, Em's only been at the school for around 3 months, but I think it would be silly if she didn't know anyone at all. So, fellow classmates, really friendly social people, maybe teachers. That sort of thing. It would also be good to maybe get a plot or two going to solidify some potential friendships? I'm afraid I don't have AIM, my computer doesn't really like it ^^U so I think plotting is going to have to happen over skype or PM.
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Warren Worthington
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March 12, 12pm


Life had thrown them another curve ball, and as curve balls went it was not the most earth shattering and world changing. Warren had seen a lot worse in his time as an X-Man. The only person it was potentially world shattering for was him, and that was only if something happened to his past self. What happened if he died in the past? Would he just wink out of existence or did the fact that he was alive now mean that it didn’t matter what happened to his past self? The whole thing made his head hurt a little bit and no doubt cleverer people than him understood the full implications; even then it might depend on which theories of time travel one subscribed to.

However he thought about it, the whole situation left Warren a little on edge and when he was feeling on edge he went flying. Most of his morning had been spent off the ground, flying far and fast away from the Mansion; some might call it trying to run away from his past, quite literally, but he liked to think of it as putting his thoughts in order. And if he was about to vanish, as though he had never existed, he would rather do it high above the ground, with the wind rushing around him, comforted by the steady beat of his wings. Would the world be any different without him? Better? Worse? About the same? How much of a difference had he really made? Warren had found his thoughts turning somewhat gloomy and had done his best to stop thinking at all.

Eventually his responsibilities at the school had drawn him back, most specifically he thought it was time to bite the bullet and go to visit the younger version of his best friend. It was part curiosity, part concern to see how the teenage version of Scott was managing in the sub-basement that carried him down there, still in his uniform, after a brief stop off at the kitchen to collect a few things. He wore his uniform as much as possible when flying, after ruining too many clothes on impromptu flights, particularly during bursts of speed.

No doubt the grown up version of Scott would want to know how the younger version of Scott was doing, and as Warren was one of the people who knew Scott, past and present, the best, he was well placed to report back on exactly how he was doing. Entering the sub basement, Warren made his way to the room he knew Scott had been placed in when he had split up from the others and rapped lightly on the door before entering. “Hey.” He greeted the awkward young men he remembered so well from his teenage years. “I bought you something.” He offered the can of cherry coke he’d picked up from the kitchen. In his other hand he had a can of normal coke for himself. “So you want to get out of here and go for a walk?”
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Young Cyclops
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They'd been in this time just about twelve hours, and already Scott realized that they were incredibly out of their element, and in over their heads. The Professor had said they would find Warren here, but it was clear that he wasn't. His tour around the much changed school showed him that, and he believed his tour guide, Sarah Vale. He was probably being swayed by a pretty girl who seemed to like a lot of the same stuff as himself but he was finding himself believing her. She genuinely seemed to want to help, and he didn't think that she was lying.

He wasn't a very trusting sort of person, not as a rule. Scott had spent years being told he was being helped only to find out that he was being taken advantage of. He had been physically and mentally abused by people who only wanted to use his powers for their own gain. He'd been told he wasn't enough, that he was only good for destruction, that no one would ever want him...

Until the Professor took him from that and gave him a purpose, a home, a family, and what he saw here, everything he had been shown today, made him believe that his mentor had been right. This was a place where he would grow up to be someone that made a difference, someone that was worth the sacrifice his parents had made to save him and his little brother. He believed that with all of his heart, and that's why he was trying so hard to be the man that the Professor told him he could be, one who would stand for his people ...

It was so hard, though, and he was still bruised and raw.

But he was starting to have hope that he would indeed become the man he so badly wanted to be.

Jean was being given a tour and Hank was being shown the medical lab where he would end up being a vital part of the school, when Scott returned from his walkabout with Sarah. She'd found him some clothes to wear besides his black and yellow training uniform, and he'd returned to the room in the sub-basement they'd given him to change. Sitting on the edge of the cot, Scott looked at the grey t-shirt in his hands, tracing the school logo with his eyes. "Mutatis Mutandis" which the Professor explained meant "The Necessary Changes Have Been Made" or something like that, which Scott figured meant that evolution was supposed to happen, no matter how unlikely it was that he would have ever needed these powers except in defense of his people...

Maybe he was always meant to be a soldier.

Did that mean he was going to be able to be a hero? Did those two things go hand in hand?

There was a knock on his door, and he quickly pulled the shirt over his head. It was a size or two too big for him, width-wise, but anything smaller would be too short length-wise and he didn't want to have his stomach hanging out like a girl's crop top. He was used to indignities but there was a limit.

Surprisingly, it was Warren who entered, adult Warren, tossing him a can of cherry coke, which made him smile, slightly. He had always liked the sweeter drink, and the fact that the older counterpart of his younger friend remembered, even after all these years. Warren was his first real friend since his life had changed in a fall from the sky, and the fact they still clearly were, despite their earlier bristliness, despite their differences... It was a good thing.

“So you want to get out of here and go for a walk?”

Scott stood up, and was inwardly amused that he was just an inch or two shorter than Warren, a reversal of the norm. "Yeah," he said, "I had a tour earlier, but it was kind of to prove they didn't have you... younger you, I mean... stashed in a broom closet somewhere." He looked up at the man and said, "Gosh, it's just really so weird to see you so... not old... but... well, yeah, old."
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Jim Hammond
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I've got Dontae King, Code-Name: Rho at the school. He's an X-Man and helps the students out with training and stuff. Also he's one of the nicest guys ever. If she needs a friend he'll help out. Just PM my Rho account.
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Decibel
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Hey there!

Theo teaches music classes at the school, so if she's been taking any there's a good chance she knows him. It also wouldn't be too farfetched to believe he was particularly nice to her since she's new.
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Betsy Braddock
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I have three people at the mansion:

Siryn and Meggan are both a little older than Em, but Siryn runs the school office and as such has regular contact with everyone around. She's on the main X-men team and has been for a while now.

Meggan is a student and inherently friendly. She's a Romanichal traveller and was born in England and spent all her life before travelling around the British Isles.


Molly Hayes aka Bruiser of Runaways fame is a little younger but not by too much. She's also pretty friendly when she's not being the resident tough girl. XD


If any of these attract, feel free to PM me on my Betsy account as it's my main one, so I can get in touch quicker.
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Warren Worthington
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Warren was pleased to find that Scott didn’t seem to be particularly annoyed or upset about being kept down in the sub-basement. If it was him at that age he’d probably be grumbling and arguing about it to anyone who would listen. He had still been in the habit of falling back on the old ‘do you want my father to get involved in this?’ line when he was worried. As though his father had really cared about him as anything more than his heir. He shook away the momentary stab of bitterness that still managed to surface sometimes and focused on what Scott was saying. “Hey, I’m still younger than you, technically.” Warren pointed with a laugh.

“It’s weird seeing you looking so young, too.” Warren admitted, sobering slightly. “Reminds me of how far we’ve come.” And how much we’ve lost. Scott didn’t need to know that kind of thing, though. Better to preserve his relative innocence and enthusiasm. They were still here, the school was still standing and supporting more mutants than ever and that had to be a positive thing. “Well, I’m sure the tour convinced you that we’re completely innocent...” Warren began somewhat dryly. “But how about we just go outside and get some fresh air? It’s a nice day, for March, anyway. If it was me down here I’d be going stir crazy, as I’m sure you know.”

Holding the door open for Scott to exit, Warren secured the door after them and caught up with the younger man, walking alongside him again. “So how are you holding up? I can’t imagine it’s easy being locked up in your old school but you understand the necessity, right?” Warren said as he led Scott into the elevator, cracking his can of coke open once they were moving. “Did you see the Danger Room on your tour? It’s nothing like you remember it. I’ll have to show it to you later on.” He knew Scott would appreciate seeing all the new tech around the Mansion, including the Danger Room and Danger herself.
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“Hey, I’m still younger than you, technically.” Warren pointed with a laugh.

Scott looked at the man, who stood a couple inches taller than him, which was weird but ok, because he knew now that they ended up eye to eye so to speak, and he quirked up the corner of his mouth, "I dunno, I'm not the one starting to get grey hairs. They might look pink to me, but they're definitely there." They probably weren't really there, but there was something about being here with Warren, adult or not, that lifted his spirits about the success of this mission. It was weird. They'd hated each other when they first met, because they were still both so broken and so bruised.

They were better now, even with the fact that Scott was jealous over his relationship with Jean, but... even that... Sorta changed now, huh? It was weird and awkward to think about. He shook off the thought, focus on the here and now, and not the strange future or the distant past. Just here and now, this moment, right this moment.

Warren suggested they go outside, and Scott nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good. This is all pretty insane, how different things are, but it's... maybe, it's too different, you know? I keep meeting people who tell me who I grow up to be, and who that is... it's not what I expected to be. It's pretty scary, actually, because it seems... hard, and he doesn't seem happy. Maybe it's just seeing me... seeing what he was that makes him unhappy... but I don't know. You know him better than me... which sounds really weird now that I said it out loud, but is he... happy? Happy with what he is and what he had to do to be that?"

They walked through the subbasement, the boy looked around and said, "Yeah, I saw the Danger Room, but only just a brief sort of look at it. It was the hangar that I liked. I have a plane, like more than one plane, and a spaceship! I mean, come on, that's awesome. You know I always sort of thought that the stuff I was designing for the Blackbird... was kind of the Professor giving me busy work. I never really believed I was ever going to actually see it, not to think of actually getting to fly it!"

He realized that his voice had raised in excitement and his cheeks went a little red, "Sorry, it's... it's exciting and scary and everything all at once."
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Warren Worthington
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Scott had always been more open with Warren than most other people, barring Jean and Charles, but even he was a little surprised by the sudden barrage of confused feelings that spilled from the younger version of his best friend. Perhaps, over the years, he hadn’t noticed exactly how increasingly grim and reticent Scott had become, in contrast with his younger self. Part of growing up, maybe, and they had needed to grow up more than most.
The question Scott posed was difficult to answer, not in the least because Warren didn’t know how much he should be telling the younger man about his future, even if he would end up with no memory of this conversation.

“That’s a difficult question. I don’t know anyone who is completely happy with who they are.” Warren began, before realising that he was deflecting the question slightly. Rubbing a hand across his jaw and mouth, he paused, gathering an answer. “Between your time and now, we’ve all been through a lot. There has been a lot of loss, but plenty of gain too. Taking all that into consideration, I’d say that Scott is happy. Or maybe content is the right word. I think he’s accepted who he is, a leader, and has confidence in that. He has the school, he has friends, his brother and he has an incredible wife. That’s a lot of good to outweigh the bad.” Warren said with a slight smile.

Scott’s excitement about their steadily growing fleet of aircraft was infectious and Warren couldn’t help but smile broadly as he spoke excitedly about the Blackbird. “You don’t need to apologise.” Warren said quickly. God only knew there was enough to dampen the enthusiasm of Scott at an older age, he hated to think of him trying to control that innocent joy when he was young. “The Professor has always had a knack for seeing the bigger picture.” Warren pointed out. “I don’t think he’d ever patronise you like that. He usually has a reason for everything he does, even if it’s just to help you find out something about yourself.”

The elevator reached the ground floor and Warren indicated for Scott to step out ahead of him, before guiding him out of the front door of the Mansion. “Listen, I know that since you’ve been here there have been all these vague and cryptic indications of events in the past - your future. And, yes, some of it’s bad, but there is good too. We survive and we get through the rough patches together. I don’t want you to think that it’s all bad.”
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Listening to Warren's assessment of his adult self, Scott nodded. "I guess that makes sense," he said, "I mean, all I ever really want... wanted was a home, Warren, a family... all the other stuff, being a leader, a hero? I never wanted that... I just didn't want anyone to be hurt if I was able to take the hurt for them... I kind of always thought that maybe... " He looked away, not really certain if he should be saying all this or not, and not knowing how Warren was going to react. "I always thought that maybe if I died to save someone, it would have meant that my mother and father had made the right choice sacrificing themselves for 'Lexy and me, and after everything I did when I was with Jack... I thought maybe part of me wanted to die."

He glanced back at Warren and then said, "I think what's so hard about all this is finding out that it's not true. Turns out that I'm just... better than I thought I was and I'm not used to that idea, yet. I never expected to really amount to much. Weird to think that I could be someone better... no way I would have believed I'd be... what everyone is saying I am."

Looking away again, he smiled to himself and said, "I'm just happy to know that some day Jean won't think I'm a stick in the mud jerk anymore." Flicking his eyes to this older version of his friend, Scott said, "Sorry. I talked to her about it... older Jean, and she sort of told me how all that happened. I'm glad that it didn't... " He shook his head, "I'm glad we stay friends, Warren, and I'm sorry we haven't found you yet... young you."

As they went outside, Scott shrugged and said, "I'm probably talking a lot. I get the impression adult me doesn't talk so much as lecture, like almost every sentence is an order or a command. I'm just... I feel like I just have a lot to say and you've always been the one person I could say it to."

Warren assured him that they not only stayed together but that they had weathered the worst together, that they helped each other through the bad times, and celebrated the good ones. The boy looked at the angel and said, "If the Professor sees leadership in me, teaches me to be better... what does he teach you? I mean, why do you stay here? I never had anything to go back to, but you have so much."

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“Adult you doesn’t talk a lot.” Warren agreed, amused. “And I can say that was one of the people he’s probably the most chatty with. Chatty is probably not the right. Conversational, maybe.” He lead them across the grass, without any particular destination in mind. It was probably just nice for the younger Scott to get some fresh air and see some of the outside of the Mansion. “You don’t need to worry about everything with Jean, anyway. I loved her very much, and I still do, but it wasn’t right for either of us. The two of you are good together and I’m glad that you’re both happy. Besides, I’m with someone now who I hope to marry one day, so I think it all turned out pretty well.”

Warren smiled faintly as Scott directed a question at him. Nothing really changed, did it? Scott had always been convinced that Warren lived a charmed life because of his wealth, but as with the old cliche, it couldn’t buy you happiness. “I never had an easy relationship with my parents, Scott, when they around long enough to have a relationship with. When they found out what I was, that relationship got a whole lot worse, to the point where my father had my wings amputated, and when that didn’t work he packed me off to the school, for a ‘cure’. So, I didn’t really have much to go back to at all. The school is my home and the people in it are my family, that’s why I stay.” No point in mentioning that his parents were gone now, so he couldn’t go back to them even if he wanted to, that wasn’t something Scott or his younger self by extension needed to know.

“Anyway, I think what the Professor taught me, is still teaching me, was about accepting myself as I am and how to be a better person. I always wanted to be more than the path I felt was laid out for me. I wanted to be more than the rich kid, coasting on his father’s reputation. As an X-Man, I can help other people which is all I really wanted to do. And I’ve learnt how to manipulate my status and wealth to my own advantage, to help mutants materially, but also in terms of helping gain great acceptance.” Warren shrugged and glanced sideways at Scott. “I’ve still got a long way to go, but I think I’m better than the angry, flighty, selfish kid you first met.”
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Hearing Warren's words, Scott smiled, not just about the Jean stuff but everything really. "I'm sorry that stuff happened to you, Warren," he said, earnestly, "I'll try to remember that when we go back, and I'll try to be... a better friend to you. You're really... you know... really the best friend I've ever had, and I'm glad about it. I expected to be alone, I expected no one would ever care about me again. This is the most emotional you're ever going to see me, so I hope you're more grown up than sixteen year old you. He'd give me a load of shi... crap for it." He gave an awkward shrug of his shoulders, "Maybe it's good that the Professor is going to wipe my memories because I don't know that I could face you remembering what a sap I am."

They walked for awhile, across the grass that was almost like he remembered it, along a path a bit more worn. But where they had been alone, six of them rattling around in a mansion with many more rooms that they could fill, here there were people, kids sitting on the grass talking, a couple playing frisbee but with powers, even a couple who stopped their fairly aggressive make out session when Warren walked past. A few of them watched them go, some of them trying to figure out who Scott was. He wanted to crawl into a hole, but, though Warren didn't seem to mind, he was keen to Scott's discomfort and subtly steered their walk towards a less populated part of the grounds.

Once they were far enough away from everyone, Scott thought he could ask the question that had been bothering him. He glanced up at the older mutant and said, "Can I ask you something? If it's too personal or whatever tell me to shut up but... you know that thing you're wearing... the holographic mask or whatever... it doesn't work right with my color vision. I can't really tell what you look like underneath it very clearly, but... there's like a suggestion underneath of something... not right. Mostly your wings... What happened? Is it like Hank going fuzzy? Why are you keeping it hidden?"
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“Your secret is safe with me. Grown up me.” Warren commented, his tone amused. “But I’ve always known you’re a total sap, so the Professor wiping the memory is not going to help you.” He winked at Scott and grinned. Scott might pretend to be stoic and reserved but Warren knew better than that and was pretty good at reading the other man, in his grown up, impassive form. The young version was much easier to read and wore his clumsy teenage emotions on his sleeve, alongside his heart. Warren was kind of ashamed that his teenage self hadn’t noticed how obviously Scott had been completely head over heels in love with Jean.

Scott’s question took him off guard completely; he hadn’t expected such a blunt question and for a moment he had no idea how to answer. His first instinct was to lie or divert the conversation; it was potentially dangerous to reveal too much about the future, and there was shame holding him back as well. He hated the thought of Scott seeing what he had become and knowing what he had done, it was like destroying some kind of innocence. On the other hand, Scott knew there was something wrong, something different and perhaps it was better to come clean. To some extent, at least.

“It’s not exactly like Hank, but you’re right something happened to me.” Warren began, his voice low and troubled. He shifted his gaze away from Scott and focused on a point in the middle distance instead. Cowardly, Warren admonished himself. Lifting up his hand to the image inducer on his wrist, Warren paused briefly. “What I’m going to show, you can’t tell anyone else. Particularly the younger version of me, when you find him. What happened to me, happened, we can’t mess with that.”

With that Warren shut off the image induced for a brief count of seconds, long enough to reveal the sharp metal wings, the blue skin marked with Apocalypse’s designs, though it wouldn’t be blue to Scott’s eyes, the faint glow in his eyes. Moments later he clicked the image inducer back on again, resuming his normal visage. “I’m not going to tell you what happened, I just need you to know that you and Jean and some other mutants saved me from this and brought me back to myself. We always end up saving each other. That’s what is important right now.”
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The gentle banter between the two best friends on opposite ends of the sliding time scale came to a solemn end as Warren entreated Scott to not reveal what he was about to see or to not stop it. Wondering what could possibly be so bad, Scott gave his head a slight shake and he said, "No, I won't say anything to anyone, not even Jean, I promise."

But, as the false face clicked off and the man's altered features were revealed, Scott stared in shock at him. "Are you... are you blue?" he asked, trying to reconcile the dusky shade with his altered color perception. His flesh was crossed with markings, his eyes not human at all... but it was his wings, his beautiful wings corrupted and perverted into things of deadly ingenuity. The way they moved, and shifted with a slight metallic rasp, the light reflected off them... the sharpness of the edges, so precise that he was almost tempted to draw his finger across the metal, to test the blade. But his horror and grief caused him to draw back.

Forcing himself into control, struggling to adopt the stoic grimness of his adult self, Scott looked up at Warren as he clicked his mask back on and promised that they came through this together, "The person who did this to you..." his voice was as cold as Warren ever would have heard it, then, now, in the future, "the person or thing that caused this... Did I kill him? Tell me that I killed him or at least, made him pay something big."

Scott was not a man who turned to violence as a rule. He was a soldier, not a bully, but he was also a fiercely loyal person. He had so few people in his life to trust or care for that those he did... he would sacrifice everything to keep them whole.

"Is this it?" he asked, "Is this the badness that everyone is trying not to talk to me about? Is it this thing that you're all trying to hide? Alex and Jean both suggested that something happened, something we almost didn't survive. Is this it? Whatever turned you into this?"
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