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| Meeting With Our Fearless Leader; [Scott, Bobby] | |
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| Topic Started: May 17 2015, 08:45 PM (172 Views) | |
| Robert Drake | May 17 2015, 08:45 PM Post #1 |
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Date : 5/15/15 Time: Late Afternoon ***** After his meeting with Roamana Bishop, Bobby briefly returned to his his quarters to find another message asking if he could meet with Scott Summers in his office later in the afternoon. He immediately sent a message back confirming the meeting, then proceeded to shower and clean himself up. If there was one positive lesson he learned from his time working for the accounting firm was that if you wanted to be taken seriously you had to dress the part. Bobby smirked when he considered that before his time away, before his time as a Skrull prisoner he might have considered showing up in Scott's office dressed as a hippie or wearing board shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, and while there were definitely going to still be a time and a place for that sort of thing, dressing like that while discussing his reinstatement in the X-Men wasn't the time. Instead he opted for a pair of pressed khaki pants and a simple blue polo shirt. He checked his phone sitting on the dresser and realized he had just enough time to make it to the Headmaster's office. He arrived with a few minutes to spare and knocked. After hearing a muffled, "Come in," he opened the door and stepped through. He stood politely and took in the surroundings, trying to notice if there were any major changes since the last time he'd been here. After waiting while Scott shuffled some paperwork on his desk he began, "So, I suppose we have a lot to talk about?" |
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| Cyclops | May 19 2015, 09:05 AM Post #2 |
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Scott sat at his desk, his eyes clamped shut, his hand slipped under the glasses pinching the bridge of his nose. Across his desk were paper files, on his computer were cycling downloads, as he went through the rather scattered clues gathered by the rather scattered clone. Mutants were being kidnapped, and experimented on, in ways and for reasons unknown, and this was all they knew, just what Longshot had found. Now that they knew this was happening, now that they knew things were not just random events but part of a complete and wicked plan, Scott had stopped asking what Longshot had to gain from all this, and started asking instead what they would all lose if this was not stopped. Now, he was faced with the decision to call SHIELD for help or not. How much of it was for them to solve and how much did they need help? SHIELD was not the mutant hating organization that it had been under Cameron Hodge, but it was also not really equipped to deal with something like this. There are some that might think that the death of a mutant was a good thing, but no one could think that unspecified experimentation on them lead to anything good at all. There was a knock on the door and Scott scooped up the papers and stacked them perfectly before inviting his visitor in. Robert Drake entered and took a seat across the desk from him, [1]"So, I suppose we have a lot to talk about?"[/i] "Well, that's up to you, Bobby," Scott said, "I understand the need for a sabbatical, obviously, I've been on my own recently. I just want to make sure that if you're planning on rejoining the field team that you're ready for it. I don't you want to rush into this out of some misplaced sense of obligation." |
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| Robert Drake | May 20 2015, 03:56 AM Post #3 |
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"Well, that's up to you, Bobby," Scott said, "I understand the need for a sabbatical, obviously, I've been on my own recently. I just want to make sure that if you're planning on rejoining the field team that you're ready for it. I don't you want to rush into this out of some misplaced sense of obligation." He turned and faced the other man head on, "That's not it at all." He then twisted slightly hearing some of the normal chatter of having a large number of adolescents on a closed campus momentarily increase in volume before cresting. "If I'd have came back right away or worse just stayed that might have been the case." He then turned his attention back towards the other man. "I was really screwed up after being abducted and to be honest I wasn't sure I could do this anymore." He smiled as he remembered, "I actually tried to be normal, got a real job as an accountant and did the whole nine to five thing." He chuckled, "my parents were over the moon, finally I was putting this dreadful mutant business behind me and living a normal life." He shook his head, "I hated it, then it compounded when my mother started going to lengths to invite every eligible young woman under the age of 35 for lunch." He shuddered at the thought of some of the women his mother felt would be a suitable match for him. All of them paled in comparison to Kitty, how idiotic he had been not to realize it sooner. He shook his head, not needing to get derailed at this point. "Anyhow, I hated it, but I was also scared to come back." He started pacing a bit, "I mean I was taken captive so easily and even when I assisted in my escape it was more an accident than by design." He sighed before finally seating himself in one of the chairs in front of Scott's desk and began twiddling his thumbs. "I realized I haven't really pushed myself at all for years. If I was going to come back I had to be a better version of me" He shrugged his shoulders, feeling some of the tension leave him as he got this out, "So, I took the money I saved, loaded up and spent some time camping up near Maine, away from people. While there I learned that I've barely scratched the surface of what I can do." Leaning back, he stopped twiddling his thumbs and rested his arms on the rests. "I've made some great strides, but I also need to be here to take it to the next level. While I have thought of several new things, someone like Hank, Logan, or yourself might think of something I can't imagine. Bringing his hand up to rest his chin on it, "I think I have a lot to offer to the X-Men, my earlier tutoring sessions not withstanding, but they also have a lot that I need." |
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| Cyclops | May 21 2015, 06:37 PM Post #4 |
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Listening to Bobby's concerns, Scott nodded his head, understanding a lot more than Mr. Drake probably assumed he did. "You know, when I first came to this school, I was fifteen and a half, and had spent the last year a thief. I was living in a warehouse with a man who abused me mentally and physically, threatened my life, told me I was only good for the destruction my eyes could produce, but I owed him because he gave me my glasses, figured out how I could live and keep my sight. I owed him everything, and I killed him when the Professor came to rescue me, because Jack was going to kill us both. I came to this school angry, and bruised, scarred. I planned on staying the winter and then taking everything I could fit in a backpack and selling it to try and find a way to get to my little brother." He managed a smile smile and said, "For the first two weeks, I stashed so much of the Professor's art and silverware under my bed, I thought for sure he had to be stupid for not seeing where it was missing." Scott remembered those weeks, rattling around in this big empty mansion, always slightly cold because his clothes had been so worn and threadbare, but he'd refused the Professor's offer to buy him new ones. He'd suspected that all this charity hadn't been as altruistic as Xavier claimed, and he'd heard stories about what happened to kids who went home with strange old men. Some of the kids at the state home had slept with knives under their pillows. Scott never had. He had his own weapons. "But the Professor... well, turns out he wasn't so dumb after all," Scott said, looking across the desk at the younger man, "He saw something in me, and then in Warren, and in Jean, and so on, that we weren't able to see in ourselves. What he taught us, what we then turned around and taught you, and everyone else in this school, is that we are not defined by our mutancy, we're not defined by our pasts, we're not defined by anything done to us or by us... we're defined by our intentions, our responsibilities and more than anything we are defined by ourselves. Jack told me I was a monster and I believed him, so I was one, because I was too young and too broken to realize the control was in my hands, not his." Scott rose and moved around his desk, to sit on the front corner of it, a less authoritative position for this conversation that had gotten deeply personal for both of them. "When I died at the hands of the Dark Beast and resurrected a monster, I was made to believe that that merciless, fearless, relentless creature I had become was who I was all along. That the hero I believed myself to be was a sham, some sort of denial of my true self. When I came back here, rescued from brainwashing and manipulation, I didn't know if I could be that hero anymore... I still don't. Not really. It took almost an entire year for me to start remembering control, to believe that it was indeed ok to trust myself. I'm back here, at this school, back in my uniform, because I remembered that it was my choice to be more than they tried to make me." He reached out and put his hand on Bobby's shoulder, feeling that slight chill the cryokinetic usually sported even when not iced up, and he said, "If this is your choice, if you believe you can use these abilities of yours to better the world, then, Iceman, you're already an X-Man, and we have your back just as much as you have ours. I'm proud of you, Bobby, and I'm not the kind of man who says stuff like that lightly, so take it while the taking's good." |
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| Robert Drake | May 22 2015, 03:10 AM Post #5 |
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Bobby listened intently, he knew some of Scott's story from other through the years, but he never really understood just where he'd come from. While Bobby through the years definitely gave Scott a hard time about needing to loosen up and just have a good laugh from time to time, when you put together everything he'd been through it was amazing that the man was capable to being the leader and inspiration he was. He reached out and put his hand on Bobby's shoulder, feeling that slight chill the cryokinetic usually sported even when not iced up, and he said, "If this is your choice, if you believe you can use these abilities of yours to better the world, then, Iceman, you're already an X-Man, and we have your back just as much as you have ours. I'm proud of you, Bobby, and I'm not the kind of man who says stuff like that lightly, so take it while the taking's good." His jaw dropped and his eyes felt suspiciously itchy for a moment. While Scott and he had never been particularly close, he was someone that Bobby did hold in esteem and respected. To hear this, especially at this time meant more than Bobby could put into words and he nodded his head sharply to agree, not trusting his voice for a few moments. At this point, had Scott told him to storm a Brotherhood hideout or root out a nest of Purifiers by himself Bobby would give everything he had until his last breath to do so. Finally, feeling confident to speak, now that his heart had started to slow, "Thank you, I definitely want back in the mix." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, "I want to do for this next group what you, Jean, Warren, Hank, and the others all did for me, but I also want to make sure I'm there to watch your back the next time 'ol Buckethead or someone like him crawls out from under a rock." He gulped and ducked his head, "besides, this is the only place that ever truly feels like home." |
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