Open Log

[ascending_angel]

WHO: Warren Worthington III and OPEN
WHERE: Anywhere in the City; the Institute, All That Jazz, the Park, the sky, patrolling--you name it
WHEN: ALL DAY TODAY
WARNINGS: Will update if needed
SUMMARY: Warren just got back from Vegas and has lots of errands and stuff to catch up on. Come bump into him somewhere/anywhere/anyhow I would love CR of the new or old variety. I'm up for sparring, socializing, and even fighting if you'd rather play with the Horseman of Death. Just specify in your subject!
FORMAT: Anything you want! More info under the cut, for context's sake. I would love for multiple threads too, FYI, so just pick a time throughout his day!



[A trip out of state for three days put Warren behind on his usual scheduled activities, so today he'd been working on getting caught up on that. The morning found him at the Xavier Institute, collecting his bills, training, and running through an exercise in the Danger Room.

Later, he found himself walking (and flying) the streets and in and out of various stores and banks. Picking up coffee, especially, was a necessity, especially before he headed to the bar to hang out work for most of the evening.

After that was a mash up of patrolling and hitting up a few more bars here and there for drinks. Warren, being the naturally social creature that he was, had no problem stopping and chatting to people along the way.

The night, as usual, ended very late.]

Comments

Institute's DR/early morning/Death maybe?

[prettymorlock]

[Sally's still getting used to actually training in the Danger Room. It always takes a few moments for her to snap out of being in awe of what it can do; which is sometimes a few moments too long. She never trained in the one back home, and her sessions on Ship weren't usually this elaborate. Not that she was going to let that stop her.

She's currently trying to use the energy from her shield to blast the various people attacking from the air. Its a lot harder when everything is moving.]

[ascending_angel]

[Warren's slid down to the subbasement with every intention of letting loose on the Danger Room. Lately, it's been one of the only ways he's been able to really keep his mind and powers under control, so he likes to make use of it.

Upon approaching, he's already shifted into his Archangel form and overrides the safety to enter and join Sally. He doesn't say anything to her when he comes in, however. He simply takes to the air and starts tearing apart holograms along with her.]

[prettymorlock]

[She's startled when she first sees him, and almost calls out to greet him. Except she's not too sure if she should call him Warren in this form or not.

So she keeps her focus on the holograms and tries to not blast him when she let's her power shoot out.]

[ascending_angel]

[He's agile enough to avoid ricocheting blasts, anyways, and flies through each hologram with deadly grace, thrashing and slicing along the way. When he calls to her, it's a bit more mechanical than normal but not completely unfamiliar.]

You're getting good at that.

[prettymorlock]

Thanks! I've been practicing.

[She increases her speed as she skates up an incline, and then pushes her force field down into a skateboard so she can glide in the air for a few moments before landing back on the ground. Then, she continues to slide along, blasting at the holograms, and watching him fly.]

You're...good at that too.

[ascending_angel]

I don't have to practice.

[At least not the aiming and flying part. It was more like controlling the maiming that was the problem. He loops around and puts himself practically in reverse before slamming his wings through the equivalent of a steal wall and stabbing the holograms hiding behind it.]

Though the difficulty level isn't so high, I have to say.

[Was that a challenge in his voice? It was!]

[prettymorlock]

Not ever? Is it like instinct?

[And oh she heard that challenge.]

I'm not allowed to override security measures, but feel free.

[Sally is fairly certain that her force field will protect her from any damage. It's held up pretty well against everything else life's ever thrown at her.]

[ascending_angel]

[He overrides them without another word, then, going up just to the next level. They can go gradually higher if things get too easy, thankfully.]

It's programmed. I just do it.

[She gets a tense shrug as he glances away and heads toward another hologram.]

It's hard to explain, I guess. Moving's easy, and aiming and striking is easy. The rest is a bit complicated.

[prettymorlock]

[Sally glides after him, dispatching as many holograms as she can with her blasts before picking up the staff she's also supposed to also practice using.]

Does it hurt when your feathers go away?

[She strikes out at the holograms on the ground, letting her shield fall so she can utilize the staff.]

[ascending_angel]

Sometimes. If I want them to change, it doesn't. Otherwise it hurts like...

[A bitch. The worst. He absolutely loathed that feeling.]

[prettymorlock]

That sucks, Warren.

[She slides along the floor, swiping at holograms with the staff.]

But only some people can force it to happen to you, right? And they're not here, are they?

[ascending_angel]

Some.

[He says that in agreement, but what he doesn't say is that sometimes it just forces itself. It's no better if he's scared or threatened, or just around too much death and chaos in general.]

It's fine, though. I'm used to it.

[Lies.]

[prettymorlock]

[She does not believe you for a second Warren Worthington III.]

Uh huh.

[She jumps into the air, formulating her skateboard as she goes so she can glide for a few moments, cutting through more holograms.]

But you can force yourself to change back, right? You get to choose which way to be? Sort of?

[ascending_angel]

[He flies up and along with her as the number of holograms start adding up]

Most of the time, sure. I train almost every morning with my team like this and there isn't a problem. When I'd gone to DC though, the guy I fought was pretty nasty. I physically couldn't change back for awhile after that.

[prettymorlock]

[Sally cringes at the thought.]

That had to hurt. But you got better, or are you still feeling repercussions from it?

[ascending_angel]

Better. But I think the 'repercussions' are always there no matter what. It's kind of unpredictable like that.

[Frowns as he turns mid air and slashes three holograms in half.]

I guess it's pretty bad when you don't know what to expect from yourself anymore.

[prettymorlock]

It's not your fault. You didn't exactly ask for any of it to happen.

[Glides in the air for longer than she has been, blasting holograms with her shield again.]

[ascending_angel]

No, I didn't. But I still have to deal with it.

[Frown, and another slash.]

[prettymorlock]

[She frowns and glides back toward the ground, focusing on the lower holograms.]

Does it get harder to deal with sometimes?

[ascending_angel]

[Slows to a hover, and simply throws some flechettes at the next few.]

Most of the time, yes. I've done some...well, things I'm sure you wouldn't want to hear about because of the programming.

[prettymorlock]

Yeah, I.

[She looks up at him.]

Crazy Dazzler kind of showed me one of the things you did on the network. I didn't look at it too long.

[ascending_angel]

[He stops in mid-air and inadvertently let a massive ball of fire hit him in the back. However, he barely moves from it.]

You saw that?

[He's assuming he knows which one she's talking about.]

[prettymorlock]

OH MY GOD, WARREN!

[She cannot believe he just let the fire hit him and so she glides up a little so she's level with him.]

And well, yeah. But only like twenty seconds.

[She couldn't stomach watching anymore than that.]

Then I kind of yelled at crazy Dazzler.

[ascending_angel]

[Twenty seconds is enough time for Death to kill dozens of people; that is all she needed to see.]

I...sorry you had to see that. That was sort of an extreme case, but...

[Still doesn't excuse anything, he knows.]

[prettymorlock]

What like...what happened? What made you...do that?

[She really hopes that isn't what his Death side normally does.]