capeandcowllogs | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

WHO: Archangel and Scathach
WHERE: Scathach's dojo
WHEN: Today. This afternoon sometime.
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: Warren pops by for a visit and Scatty's due for a feeding. Since he offered to help out with that a few weeks back, he stays true to his word and lets her eat him. His emotions, I mean.
FORMAT: Quickie

[Warren's out of the office today for errands and other such things, and stops by Scatty's dojo to say 'hi!' when he begins feeling extra restless about work. He's been non-stop the past few weeks, and feels the need to socialize or burn some energy. Something. So he ends up here, and looks around for her.]

Scathach? You here?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[That earns her another chuckle because it is so very true. Had he not been born into the business, he would've definitely picked something else.]

And yet you seem to be relaxing some today. Everything okay?

[Shifts a bit.]

I'm just feeling a bit... apathetic, is all. [Wry smile.] Not that I'm actually feeling it, mind you.

[He lifts an eyebrow at that.]

Not feeling it, huh? I don't suppose there's a reason for that?

[He gets the hint, but he doesn't want to outwardly assume.]

[Sigh.]

I haven't fed in a while. It's catching up with me, as I'm sure you noticed when you walked in the door. [Cocked eyebrow.]

Maybe just a tiny bit. [He says that as politely as possible, of course!] You know, though, my offer still stands if you've got no one else. I'd hate to see you go too long.

[Thinks. Doesn't want to go to Alex, Scott seems busy, never Josh, can't get someone off the street. Looks at him; her cat-slit eyes are very green today.]

I think I'll take you up on that.

[He nods, and doesn't look apprehensive about it at all. It'll probably be more comfortable than Rogue's powers, at least.]

Okay. Just tell me what you need me to do.

[Takes a deep, unnecessary breath. Scootches towards him until she's just in front of him. Holds out her hands.]

I'll need one of your hands.

[Warren folds his legs and sits up straighter before giving her one of his hands.]

That all?

[Small smile.]

More or less. [She presses her palm against his, and begins lining up their fingers. Glances up at him.] It isn't painful--just... unnatural. Sometimes conversation helps.

Okay. Let's talk then.

[He glances up from their hands and to her face instead, letting her do whatever she needs to do.]

A friend of mine that's here, Rogue, she's got a similar kind of power. Anytime she has skin to skin contact with someone, she gets their emotions. Except with her, it's their emotions, memories, and their powers.

[A pause; he's just talking to make this more comfortable, like she said.]

Her's hurts, though. I've seen it knock people unconscious and worse.

[Once their hands are aligned to her liking, her eyes go back to his face. She's been listening, and tilts her head with interest.]

I don't think I've met her. How long has she been here?

[And she's starting; he might feel something like a little tug, starting somewhere inside him and slowly creeping towards his hand.]

[He feels it, and startles so slightly that she'd only able to notice since she's physically touching him.]

Not long at all, actually. Maybe three weeks? She's a real doll and a good sparring partner, too; I think you'd like her.

[Yupp, still talking to cover up how freaking weird this feels.]

[Does notice, but just lets it go because this is weird for any humani.]

Maybe I'll contact her, then.

[Tilts her head at him, because she can, well, feel how awkward he feels. Distraction! Random topic choice.]

Tell me about your family, Warren. I don't believe I've ever heard anything about them.

[The thought of his family changes his emotions to something a little more distant. Maybe sad (just a little, though, if she even notices) but mostly withdrawn. He'd always been a lonely kid, but once he went away to school he barely knew them anymore.]

Oh, I haven't had any family for a long time. Both my parents died when I was a teenager--they were murdered. To be honest, though, I wasn't really all that close with them. They sent me away to boarding school before I was even a teenager, so after that I only ever seen them when Xavier sent us home once or twice a year for visits. Even then it was usually quick and cut short.

[Even in her semi-emotionless state, she felt a little sad for him--though, she could identify. Also, his aura has begun to flicker around him; layers of blue, covering him like a second skin. Tendrils of the light peel away from his skin, twine around their fingers and then snake up her arm, absorbed into her body just below her elbow.]

I was never close with my parents, either. My father abandoned my family after my sister and I were born, and then my mother disowned me shortly after that. I don't talk to my mother much anymore, and I don't remember much about my father at all. My grandmother, Dora, raised me--she is the closest blood-family I have, now. [All of this is said very matter-of-fact, even though she doesn't open up like this very often.]

[Warren's watching the aura now, instantly recalling it as looking similar to the energy he'd produced during both the Crimson Dawn incident, as well as when he'd brought Apocalypse back to life just a few months ago. It isn't new to see, but still just as spectacular.]

So what about your sister? Is she still around?

[She gives a shrug; he's doing well at this. Certainly better than some others she had fed from. Her voice does hold something of a raw edge, though.]

She is, somewhere. We have never gotten along very well--we are twins, and, well. Sibling rivalry would be putting it lightly. I do have an older brother, though--I'm not sure where he is either, but we're at least civil.

[She may feel a bit of intrigue after he gets this information.]

So are they all like you then? Immortal vampires with amazing abilities?

[It's most likely easier for him to relax during this since he's had so much experiences with invasive type powers in the past. Though he is feeling more tired as time goes on, he's trying to combat it more, given his physiology.]

[Good, the distraction is working!]

Well, all of us in the Second Generation are... different somehow. Sort of like your mutants. [The next bit is said like something she's memorized.] Some of us were born as monsters, others were caught between shapes, a few possessed extraordinary powers of transformation and could become beasts at will. And others, like those of us who eventually formed the Clan Vampire, found that we were unable to feel.

[He tilts his head, taking in the information and feeling much more calm and curious.]

Beasts at will? Like shapeshifters, yeah?

[Her eyes have begun to glow a bit, and in a blink they take on the same shade as his aura, becoming flat, reflective disks.]

Yes. The humani call them werewolves, among other things. Though, the Torc clans can become more than just wolves.

[He takes a long breath and watches the glow entrap her eyes.]

My other powers work like that, kind of. Just shifting between this form and the other.

[She's beginning to feel it, now; his stress, his irritation, and something deeper, darker--but she doesn't want that. A bit longer, that's all.]

What form?

[It's hard to talk about, yeah, but the more sluggish he feels the more able he is to keep his head in check and just speak about it.]

Horseman of Death: blue skin; talons; techno-organic metal wings...kind of freaky looking, really.