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Post by Difference on Dec 17, 2003 17:31:57 GMT -4
From above the city is magical, to float among the stars and clouds is the ultimate freedom but too carelessly swing around a near impact with an incoming jumbo jet is sheer insanity.
From below it would be a marvellous sight, to see a living angel, breathing, swooping and loudly whooping natural pilot of the air.
Despite such a blessed sight and appearance, this bird is a mutant, feared and outcasted by those who in their dreams admire such a being.
But Warren Worthington is not the best example of a pure hearted, kind-hearted servant of the lord.
With his loud arrogant mouth, strutting posture and head held high, Warren places himself above others both physically and mentally.
From his lofty perch upon the Bell tower of one of the many churches of Bayville, Warren watches events unfolding around him, the corruption on the streets, the violence in the back alleys and the eye-catching broads that walk along the sidewalks.
Taking a swig from his whiskey bottle and a final prayer, he leapt from the tall building then awaited the blood that would rush to his head and the blissful release of death.
The falling man looked up and before him he saw an angel. To himself he wondered if he was already dead and in heaven but no, the angel swooped low and grabbed him under the arms, lifting him back towards the rooftop he had so suddenly leapt from.
With a huge grin and wink Warren looked down to the man he had just saved as he swooped upwards towards. "People say the last step in life, is a real drop but this is just ridiculous."
The drunken dropper struggled in his saviour's grasp as he realised what the angel intended to do (and he had just dropped his whiskey bottle)
Shaking free the man elbowed his hero in the chest and fell after his plummeting bottle, with his previously divine saviour watching in bemusement as the man fell at a pace that he would be hard pressed to keep up with.
“Well if he wants it that bad, what can I do, except watch?” With this said Warren turned in the air and faced down to watch the man as he continued his plummet.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 18, 2003 11:30:59 GMT -4
OOC: Attempting a response - probably not my best
Christine had just walked out of the resturant, slightly unnerved by how the conversation had veered away from her research and into what powers she had - since the man mentioned he was fascinated by mutants.
Her gaze shifted up and spied the man and bottle both falling. She sighed softly, and shook her head. She gently caught both man and bottle and eased them down, a tired smile on her face. "Death is not the answer," she whispered softly to herself.
Her gaze shifted upwards once more and she caught sight of the "angel". She raised an eyebrow. An angel allowing a man to kill himself? Now I've seen everything she sent the comment to him telepathically. She had a frown on her pale features.
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Post by Difference on Dec 18, 2003 11:41:11 GMT -4
OOC: Hmm I was going to continue that on my own, but no matter.
Turning and twisting upon the wisps of the air, Warren rose into the sky, leaving the gruesome scene behind him and slowly began to depart up into the clouds, yet as he did so his thoughts were invaded by some unknown force.
Frantically turning his head from side to side he wondered where such a message came from, but he had heard of telepathy in mutants and came to the quick conclusion that someone, someone nearby may be speaking to him, so he thought his intended reply to himself in hopes that whomever sent a message would hear.
Whomever you are that intrudes into my mind, know that the fool was saved by me but in the end I had no intention of stopping him if its what he really wanted.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 18, 2003 11:52:54 GMT -4
OOC: Forgive me - didn't know
Regardless of his intention, you have a duty to protect she huffed. She crossed her arms and looked up at the flying figure. And would you land so I can look at you when I argue against you. My range may be large and strong but I prefer to argue face to face with people.
Her foot tapped the ground irritatedly as she waited a response.
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Post by Difference on Dec 18, 2003 12:01:48 GMT -4
Heeding her instruction with a scowl, he looked down to the street where he saw her. Suddenly his ego kicked in and with a grin he slowly floated down to the ground, being aware of how people seemed to be awe of him whenever they saw him, Warren put on a real show of his soft, graceful descent.
Landing gently on his crouched legs he slowly rose up and raised his head high.
"I am here and I am not an officer of the law," he bowed low for a moment. "I have no duty to anyone." he finished with a smirk.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 18, 2003 12:05:51 GMT -4
She shook her head, an amused smile on her face. "You really are full of your self. I thought that was just a summer thing you did for the cameras," she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
She tried to look serious and was failing horribly. "Yet an invitation was extended to you by Xavier, with hopes that you'd join and drop this "Holy then thou" attitude and become a team player."
She pulled a familiar red x in a circle charm from underneath her blouse - the all too familiar sigil of the Xavier's team of mutants.
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Post by Difference on Dec 18, 2003 12:20:35 GMT -4
His face changed back and forth between serious consideration and reservation, his face mirroring the thoughts within his head.
Looking down at the small circlet he grinned.
"You'd want me to wear one of those? it's hardly fitting for someone who you believes thinks of themself 'Holier than you'." Or good enough for that matter he grumbled inside his head. trying hard to maintain his somewhat feigned arrogance.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 18, 2003 12:23:16 GMT -4
"C'mon, it won't hurt you to join us," she said quietly. "We need all the help we can get." A shadow passed across her face. "Especially considering what's been going on at the school while you're playing around - pretending not to have a care in the world."
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Post by Difference on Dec 18, 2003 12:26:42 GMT -4
With rolled eyes and a shrug, outside he kept an uninterested face yet inside his own insecurties and inabilty to deal with his gift gnawed at him, but he intended to maintain his over-confidence to ward people off from trying to recruit him, he just isn't sure of anything in the world to commit to anything.
"I have not been to this school of yours for a long time, besides what could possibly be happening there that would interest me?"
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 18, 2003 12:33:51 GMT -4
Christine gave him an odd look. "You've really need to keep up to date with real life mutant style," she said. "Well for starters, it's a lot safer in groups for mutants." She fell silent for a moment.
"Norms attacked the school - drove us underground - we only recently returned to the school. Xavier was captured, tortured. We managed to rescue him but he hasn't come out of the coma he fell into..."
She shuddered slightly. "It's times like these when we all must band together - regardless of whether or not we've been trained to use our gifts or not."
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Post by Difference on Dec 18, 2003 12:40:06 GMT -4
He fell silent for a moment in a sign of respect for the suffering they had all been through.
"As you can see this has not really affected me and these people." He raises an arm and points to a few wide eyed bystanders. "These people see me as an angel from christ, or their saviour, I have not been hunted down, infact most of the time I can pass for normal. So why should I give up my superman style lifestyle?"
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 18, 2003 12:47:35 GMT -4
"Stop thinking of yourself and think of others for once," she said. "I *wish* I had a cushy life like yours, but at the cost of being naive about what's going on with others of my own kind - it's not bloody worth it!"
Her eyes nearly flashed gold for a moment, and she struggled to keep the Phoenix at bay. 'Control, Christine, control.'
"I can pass for normal as well - but I prefer to stay with the ones who can't and help *them*. Besides, we need all the help we can get. We don't have enough hands at home."
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Post by Difference on Dec 18, 2003 12:54:43 GMT -4
His face twisted into indiginant rage yet inside he knew she was right that he was only thinking of himself, but thats just the way he is, a spoilt childhood often does that to one.
"Might I remind you that your trying to recruit me for your little club? and raising your temper, as cute as it is when you do so, *He smirked trying to seem as much of a male pig as possible* isn't going to help convince me."
"Besides I do enough good deeds as it is, I swoop down from the skies to rescue people, stop criminals and uphold justice, I am an archangel."
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 18, 2003 13:01:35 GMT -4
She flushed at the comment. 'You have a boyfriend, Christine,' she thought, trying to keep that in mind. She wrinkled her nose cutely. "Oh, I have no doubt you do enough good deeds here, but there are countless more who need your help at the school."
She looked up at him, exhaustion heavy on her features. "Look, just come to the school - take a look around. See what you think. If you think you can find a place and help out, great. If not..." she paused. "If not, you can leave. No questions asked."
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Post by Difference on Dec 18, 2003 13:07:46 GMT -4
Seeing her flush he was tempted to roll his eyes but kept that thought within his head.
"I can come and look at least, the thought of coming to look has occured to me in the past, I've just been too busy 'thinking of myself' to actually getting around to giving it any real consideration."
Warren stood straight and unfolded his wings, he slowly rose into the air for a little while and looked down.
"I shall come with you, fancy a flight with an angel?"
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