Jack and Scott, backdated to 11/25/17
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ax_mainJack and Scott bump into each other in the Danger Room. They decide to run a simulation together, and then Jack offers lunch to celebrate a training session gone well.
With this whole team thing coming together, Jack was realizing he'd probably want to at least look serious about training and stuff like that. His mutation was nice because, frankly, he didn't need to do a lot of working out or anything of the sort to stay in shape. But technique meant a lot, and his sheer strength could easily be a problem if he wasn't mindful of control, he was aware.
Besides, the Danger Room was fun. Rather than wear his typical suit, Jack was wearing Adidas track pants, still barefoot as usual, and he'd opted for a black t-shirt so that he wouldn't show sweat-stains, if it came down to some serious working out. Besides, who knew who'd be around to impress? His run with Shen had been great, and he'd been away from it too long, doing the social scene. Time to knuckle down and show he was willing to put forth actual effort.
He went up into the Danger Room's control room, taking a look at the controls. "Right, how's this done again?" he thought aloud, taking a look at the program menus and such. He spared a glance up, realizing he wasn't even aware if anyone was currently in it or not.
And someone was. Scott had just finished a solo session. For all that Tessa told him what he needed to practice working with others, trusting them even, he still spent a fair amount time in there by himself. The sounds of the machinery told him someone else was there, though, albeit in the control room. "Hey," he called out, "who's there?"
"Jack Hawksmoor," Jack replied, finding the button that would let him talk to the person inside. "Sorry, wasn't quite paying attention." That was Scott, right? They hadn't really spoken at length, yet. "Want some company?" he asked.
Scott shrugged a little. "Sure. With two of us we can do harder sims." He gestured for Jack to come in and join him.
"Sounds good to me," Jack replied, before heading down and entering the Danger Room proper. "So what did you have in mind? It's Scott, right?" Jack asked, just to be sure.
"Up to you. We can do an attack scenario or we can do one of the harder obstacle courses," Scott offered. "And yeah, I'm Scott. What is it that you do, Hawksmoor?"
"I haven't done an attack scenario before," Jack confessed. "I've done some hard obstacle courses; they're not much of a challenge to me. I've got urban adaptations, it's kinda long-winded, but I'm strong, fast, I heal quick, yadda yadda. More people there are around, stronger I get. Around here, I'm pretty amped up, but in the heart of New York City, I'm... well, like I said, I survived one hell of a fall."
Scott cocked his head curiously. "So, in here, do more simulated people bolster your abilities, or only the real people in here?"
"Only the real ones," Jack said. "But the range on it is a few miles, and it piggybacks, from what I've been told."
Scott tapped his chin as he thought. "What does that mean? How does it piggyback?"
"It's a psychic thing. Sort of like a synchronization, I guess." Jack shrugged. He didn't ask about Scott's powers. He'd see what he could do in the simulation, after all.
With all of that in mind, Scott went over to the console to begin selecting a program. Multiple attackers, other mutants, urban environment. "Ready?"
"You bet," Jack said, relishing the opportunity, frankly, to show off a bit. He was excited to try one of these attack scenarios.
Scott hit a button, and immediately they found themselves in downtown Manhattan, an area with a lot of barriers and even more tourists. If they were ever going to have to face the Brotherhood, it wasn't like it would be somewhere remote and unpopulated. They seemed to have a penchant for publicity. "Disable them," Scott instructed. "Don't use lethal force."
"Wouldn't dream of it, boss," Jack said, looking around. "Though, who are we after, again?" he asked, scratching his head as he looked about.
"Rogue mutants," Scott said, his hand coming up to his trigger in preparation.
"Alright," Jack said, glancing behind him at Scott for a moment. "I'll do some scouting." Without waiting for so much as a by-your-leave, Jack jumped up. And up.
To the untrained eye, it might have looked like flight, but Jack had simply jumped, instead, which was evident in his parabolic flight. Before he started to descend too much, he'd landed on the wall of a building, grabbing onto a balcony and hanging off of it, looking around the simulated field to see what was going on and where he was needed.
Scott raised his eyebrows. That was, after all, quite a jump. "What do you see?" He called up, keeping his own eye(s) open, and canvassing their surroundings.
Unfortunately, Jack didn't have eagle eyes to go along with his perch, so he was guessing, at best. "Some disturbance down the street," Jack called back, pointing down that way. "Want me to keep this vantage?" Meaning, he'd take the high road, and Scott would take the low road.
"Stay high," Scott agreed, and began running in the direction Jack had indicated, hand ready at the trigger to his visor in case it was necessary.
"Got it," Jack said, doing his best to keep pace with Scott, as well as keep an eye on what was happening down the street. He was already thinking about what he'd do once he got there. Probably drop down, try to take them by surprise.
Instead, a winged mutant attenpted to sneak up on Jack after a few blocks. "Behind!" Cyclops shouted as the movement caught his eye. He slowed his own approach, since they clearly were not alone.
Jack was between fire escapes when Scott shouted his warning, and he twisted in the air as he went, locking eyes with the flying mutant. "Alright, fly-guy," Jack muttered to himself, grinning just a little as the winged mutant made to strike at him as he flew past. He wasn't going to give him the chance. Wings, as Jack was thinking of him now, tried to kick at his head, and Jack let go of the fire escape and grabbed his leg with one hand, and then grabbing the other. "You're gonna wanna land," Jack advised him, and received a punch in the face for his trouble. "Ow," Jack said, though he had to admit it barely hurt. "Seriously, land, dude."
Another punch to the face made Jack realize that wasn't going to happen. Alright, then. Jack had Wings's legs at the knees, but disabling those wasn't going to get him to land. He was already losing altitude with Jack's weight, but not fast enough for Jack's liking. Who knew what Scott was getting into down there. Probably some bulldozer of a mutant, and here Jack was stuck with this chump.
Before Scott could check in on Jack again, up above, he was shoved by an invisible force. Telekinesis? Maybe. But that didn't explain the wind. Speedster, possibly, doing a run-by. Always fucking speedsters. He was beginning to wonder if the DR gave them to him intentionally. Down the road, he saw someone - or something - else. Huge, and presumably made of rocks from what Scott could tell. Well. This was going to be interesting.
Jack dared to glance down and saw Scott being harassed by something else. Well, time for something drastic. "Last offer," Jack warned, and Wings wound up for another punch. "Wrong answer," Jack replied, catching the fist in his own hand and squeezing, hard. Wings yelled in pain as bones crushed, and Jack pulled himself up on the guy, grabbing one of his wings and immobilizing it.
Of course, the loss of altitude was becoming a hell of a lot faster, and before Jack could think to shout so much as a warning, Jack hit the ground, back-first, with Wings on top of him. They bounced off pavement slightly on impact, and Jack rolled to get Wings under him. Except Wings was already unconscious, so Jack just got up altogether. Right, Rocky mutant down the road, Scott behind him, and whoever had harassed Scott ... somewhere. Jack looked around, wary. "You alright?" Jack called to Scott.
"There's a speedster somewhere," Scott warned. He triggered his visor, stopping - at least temporarily - The Sentient Boulders coming his way. The guy (or girl? Person?) was picking himself up, though.
"Great," Jack groaned, looking around for a hint of speedster. Which was damn near impossible, of course. He didn't have the senses to contend with something like that, and not even the reflexes, either. Maybe at his best, but they weren't in the heart of Manhattan or anything like that, so he wasn't at his best. He got socked by some unseen force, again, in the face, and this time it actually hurt a good bit. "Ow, damn, why always with the face?" Jack asked, wincing and looking around for a sign of where he might be. "As helpful as this was, I think he came from your direction," Jack said to Scott, looking back to Rocky Road down the street. Scott had at least put... well, assuming male wasn't exactly fair, but whatever; put the guy on his heels.
Not particularly helpful, but still better than nothing, Scott supposed. "I'm guessing whoever it is wants to be the prettiest," he said dryly. He took aim at the walking rock pile, and knocked it over again. He did hit harder this time, hoping his calculations weren't off and that he wasn't about to actually kill his fake opponent. He was knocked to the ground from behind - the speedster - and his beam cut a trench in the road before he could get his eyes shut.
So. This was going well.
"Whoa!" Jack blinked at the spray of concrete from the trench Scott had cut, but it gave him an idea. The speedster had been bouncing back and forth to both of them, but it needed an area to work in. Confine it, and, well, it meant very little. Or hell, even knock it over.
"Cover me, Cyke. I got a stupid idea," Jack called, as he ran over to a nearby lamp post. Time to see just how strong he was...
Well, if nothing else, this would give Cyclops a good insight into just how Jack's mind work. So he didn't contest it in the least, instead he just followed Jack's suggestion, for now, and stayed at the ready to cover him.
Jack jumped at the lamp post, feeling a breeze pass by him; he must have just barely dodged the speedster. He grabbed the lamp post as he started to fall, and used his momentum and his strength to uproot it from the ground. He took it under his arm and spun, giving a rough guess as to where the speedster might be, and threw it.
Probably by sheer luck, the lamp post took the speedster's legs out from under him, slowing him enough that he became actually visible. "Cyke, take the shot!" Jack called, though Cyclops probably didn't need prompting.
Sheer luck was likely how Scott would have put it, too. Either that, or a poorly trained speedster. That said, he supposed given the circumstances, he'd take either. Cyclops adjusted his visor - so that he didn't blast a hole through the guy, who wasn't a human pile of rocks - and fired. It knocked him to the ground, hard, where he lay unmoving. Cyclops ran over to check, and let out a soft sigh of relief. "Still breathing. Are we clear?"
"I think so," Jack said, glancing around. "At least for now. Not sure if there's more," he said, wondering if the pile of rocks was about to get up again. At least the speedster was down. "Good shot on Speedy," he added. "Didn't really know what else to try."
"We got lucky," Scott admitted. "Though you made a good shot.
"END SIMULATION." he called out. The Danger Room shimmered back to its blanket slate appearance, the city vanishing around them.
"I try," Jack said, shrugging and grinning just a bit. "Good job yourself, fearless leader," he added.
Scott snorted. "You clearly have spoken to Drake too much," since almost no one else called him that with any measure of regularity. He went over to check the stats from their scenario. "Not bad. We beat it on the lower end of the computer's estimate."
"Awesome," Jack said, nodding. "Well, that was a fun little romp," he said, happily. "We should do that again sometime." Maybe with more people, so they could do something more challenging.
Scott nodded slowly, thoughtfully. He couldn't help from flashing back to Tessa's observation that the hardest part of X-Force, for him, would be learning to trust other people. To trust them enough to work with them. He didn't know Jack well, and didn't trust him, yet, but he hadn't had a bad experience with him either. "Sure. Yeah. We should do that."
"Sounds good to me. I'm sure we'll see plenty enough of each other once this team thing gets underway, anyhow," Jack said, shrugging. "Probably regular training exercises, stuff like that."
Scott nodded. "Probably, but it's not like none of us will practice outside of it, right?"
"True enough," Jack said, nodding. He thought for a moment. "You got any idea if your lasers bounce?" he asked, looking curiously at Scott's visor.
"Optic blasts," Scott corrected automatically, "not lasers. But yeah, if the density of the object I am bouncing them off of is right, and I get the force right, I can."
"Okay," Jack said, blinking. Right. because... lasers would be light-based. That was probably it. "So I guess mirrors don't. Since, y'know, mirrors aren't particularly dense."
Scott shook his head a little. "I can use mirrors, for precision shots," he said. "I mean, it'd be hard to ricochet a killshot off of them, they're fragile, but....well, think of the optic blasts like light, right? Sometimes it acts like a wave, sometimes like a particle."
"Oh." Now Jack had to revise his revision in his head. "So more like lasers than I was thinking. But yeah, I get it. Optic blasts." Because, sure, everyone knew what those were. Whatever, he'd get used to it. "And believe you me, I wouldn't be asking you for killshots. Seeing what you did to Rocky in there made me realize I don't really wanna be on the business end of one of those."
"Kind of like lasers. But no heat, just force." When his optic blasts made something smoke, the heat was coming from the friction of the beams against a hard material, not from the beams themselves. He wasn't some kind of mutant firestarter kit.
"Gotcha." If he'd thought of them as heat, he'd think more 'heat vision' than anything, but yeah, they were certainly more kinetic. "Still, like I said. Dunno if I'd ever wanna get hit by one of those." Sure, he'd probably live but it'd hurt, and Jack didn't like pain if it could be avoided.
"Yeah, wouldn't recommend it," Scott agreed.
"Well, here's hoping we can keep that off the menu. Anyway. Think I'm gonna grab myself some lunch. You hungry? I might hop over to Salem Center and see if they've got a nice diner I haven't been to yet," Jack asked.
Scott blinked in slight surprise. He wasn't often just...invited places by most people. "Uh, sure, I guess?"
"Cool. Any dietary preferences or requirements?" he asked, curiously, pulling out his phone. He'd do some web searches, see what was nearby.
Scott shook his head 'no.'
"Alright." Jack said, fine with that. "Let's see... Yeah. Alright. Looks like there's a nice little mom and pop diner in Salem Center we can hit up. If you need to, uh, freshen up after our workout, we can meet in the garage in, I dunno, twenty?"
"Sure. Meet you in twenty," Scott agreed, nodding.
With this whole team thing coming together, Jack was realizing he'd probably want to at least look serious about training and stuff like that. His mutation was nice because, frankly, he didn't need to do a lot of working out or anything of the sort to stay in shape. But technique meant a lot, and his sheer strength could easily be a problem if he wasn't mindful of control, he was aware.
Besides, the Danger Room was fun. Rather than wear his typical suit, Jack was wearing Adidas track pants, still barefoot as usual, and he'd opted for a black t-shirt so that he wouldn't show sweat-stains, if it came down to some serious working out. Besides, who knew who'd be around to impress? His run with Shen had been great, and he'd been away from it too long, doing the social scene. Time to knuckle down and show he was willing to put forth actual effort.
He went up into the Danger Room's control room, taking a look at the controls. "Right, how's this done again?" he thought aloud, taking a look at the program menus and such. He spared a glance up, realizing he wasn't even aware if anyone was currently in it or not.
And someone was. Scott had just finished a solo session. For all that Tessa told him what he needed to practice working with others, trusting them even, he still spent a fair amount time in there by himself. The sounds of the machinery told him someone else was there, though, albeit in the control room. "Hey," he called out, "who's there?"
"Jack Hawksmoor," Jack replied, finding the button that would let him talk to the person inside. "Sorry, wasn't quite paying attention." That was Scott, right? They hadn't really spoken at length, yet. "Want some company?" he asked.
Scott shrugged a little. "Sure. With two of us we can do harder sims." He gestured for Jack to come in and join him.
"Sounds good to me," Jack replied, before heading down and entering the Danger Room proper. "So what did you have in mind? It's Scott, right?" Jack asked, just to be sure.
"Up to you. We can do an attack scenario or we can do one of the harder obstacle courses," Scott offered. "And yeah, I'm Scott. What is it that you do, Hawksmoor?"
"I haven't done an attack scenario before," Jack confessed. "I've done some hard obstacle courses; they're not much of a challenge to me. I've got urban adaptations, it's kinda long-winded, but I'm strong, fast, I heal quick, yadda yadda. More people there are around, stronger I get. Around here, I'm pretty amped up, but in the heart of New York City, I'm... well, like I said, I survived one hell of a fall."
Scott cocked his head curiously. "So, in here, do more simulated people bolster your abilities, or only the real people in here?"
"Only the real ones," Jack said. "But the range on it is a few miles, and it piggybacks, from what I've been told."
Scott tapped his chin as he thought. "What does that mean? How does it piggyback?"
"It's a psychic thing. Sort of like a synchronization, I guess." Jack shrugged. He didn't ask about Scott's powers. He'd see what he could do in the simulation, after all.
With all of that in mind, Scott went over to the console to begin selecting a program. Multiple attackers, other mutants, urban environment. "Ready?"
"You bet," Jack said, relishing the opportunity, frankly, to show off a bit. He was excited to try one of these attack scenarios.
Scott hit a button, and immediately they found themselves in downtown Manhattan, an area with a lot of barriers and even more tourists. If they were ever going to have to face the Brotherhood, it wasn't like it would be somewhere remote and unpopulated. They seemed to have a penchant for publicity. "Disable them," Scott instructed. "Don't use lethal force."
"Wouldn't dream of it, boss," Jack said, looking around. "Though, who are we after, again?" he asked, scratching his head as he looked about.
"Rogue mutants," Scott said, his hand coming up to his trigger in preparation.
"Alright," Jack said, glancing behind him at Scott for a moment. "I'll do some scouting." Without waiting for so much as a by-your-leave, Jack jumped up. And up.
To the untrained eye, it might have looked like flight, but Jack had simply jumped, instead, which was evident in his parabolic flight. Before he started to descend too much, he'd landed on the wall of a building, grabbing onto a balcony and hanging off of it, looking around the simulated field to see what was going on and where he was needed.
Scott raised his eyebrows. That was, after all, quite a jump. "What do you see?" He called up, keeping his own eye(s) open, and canvassing their surroundings.
Unfortunately, Jack didn't have eagle eyes to go along with his perch, so he was guessing, at best. "Some disturbance down the street," Jack called back, pointing down that way. "Want me to keep this vantage?" Meaning, he'd take the high road, and Scott would take the low road.
"Stay high," Scott agreed, and began running in the direction Jack had indicated, hand ready at the trigger to his visor in case it was necessary.
"Got it," Jack said, doing his best to keep pace with Scott, as well as keep an eye on what was happening down the street. He was already thinking about what he'd do once he got there. Probably drop down, try to take them by surprise.
Instead, a winged mutant attenpted to sneak up on Jack after a few blocks. "Behind!" Cyclops shouted as the movement caught his eye. He slowed his own approach, since they clearly were not alone.
Jack was between fire escapes when Scott shouted his warning, and he twisted in the air as he went, locking eyes with the flying mutant. "Alright, fly-guy," Jack muttered to himself, grinning just a little as the winged mutant made to strike at him as he flew past. He wasn't going to give him the chance. Wings, as Jack was thinking of him now, tried to kick at his head, and Jack let go of the fire escape and grabbed his leg with one hand, and then grabbing the other. "You're gonna wanna land," Jack advised him, and received a punch in the face for his trouble. "Ow," Jack said, though he had to admit it barely hurt. "Seriously, land, dude."
Another punch to the face made Jack realize that wasn't going to happen. Alright, then. Jack had Wings's legs at the knees, but disabling those wasn't going to get him to land. He was already losing altitude with Jack's weight, but not fast enough for Jack's liking. Who knew what Scott was getting into down there. Probably some bulldozer of a mutant, and here Jack was stuck with this chump.
Before Scott could check in on Jack again, up above, he was shoved by an invisible force. Telekinesis? Maybe. But that didn't explain the wind. Speedster, possibly, doing a run-by. Always fucking speedsters. He was beginning to wonder if the DR gave them to him intentionally. Down the road, he saw someone - or something - else. Huge, and presumably made of rocks from what Scott could tell. Well. This was going to be interesting.
Jack dared to glance down and saw Scott being harassed by something else. Well, time for something drastic. "Last offer," Jack warned, and Wings wound up for another punch. "Wrong answer," Jack replied, catching the fist in his own hand and squeezing, hard. Wings yelled in pain as bones crushed, and Jack pulled himself up on the guy, grabbing one of his wings and immobilizing it.
Of course, the loss of altitude was becoming a hell of a lot faster, and before Jack could think to shout so much as a warning, Jack hit the ground, back-first, with Wings on top of him. They bounced off pavement slightly on impact, and Jack rolled to get Wings under him. Except Wings was already unconscious, so Jack just got up altogether. Right, Rocky mutant down the road, Scott behind him, and whoever had harassed Scott ... somewhere. Jack looked around, wary. "You alright?" Jack called to Scott.
"There's a speedster somewhere," Scott warned. He triggered his visor, stopping - at least temporarily - The Sentient Boulders coming his way. The guy (or girl? Person?) was picking himself up, though.
"Great," Jack groaned, looking around for a hint of speedster. Which was damn near impossible, of course. He didn't have the senses to contend with something like that, and not even the reflexes, either. Maybe at his best, but they weren't in the heart of Manhattan or anything like that, so he wasn't at his best. He got socked by some unseen force, again, in the face, and this time it actually hurt a good bit. "Ow, damn, why always with the face?" Jack asked, wincing and looking around for a sign of where he might be. "As helpful as this was, I think he came from your direction," Jack said to Scott, looking back to Rocky Road down the street. Scott had at least put... well, assuming male wasn't exactly fair, but whatever; put the guy on his heels.
Not particularly helpful, but still better than nothing, Scott supposed. "I'm guessing whoever it is wants to be the prettiest," he said dryly. He took aim at the walking rock pile, and knocked it over again. He did hit harder this time, hoping his calculations weren't off and that he wasn't about to actually kill his fake opponent. He was knocked to the ground from behind - the speedster - and his beam cut a trench in the road before he could get his eyes shut.
So. This was going well.
"Whoa!" Jack blinked at the spray of concrete from the trench Scott had cut, but it gave him an idea. The speedster had been bouncing back and forth to both of them, but it needed an area to work in. Confine it, and, well, it meant very little. Or hell, even knock it over.
"Cover me, Cyke. I got a stupid idea," Jack called, as he ran over to a nearby lamp post. Time to see just how strong he was...
Well, if nothing else, this would give Cyclops a good insight into just how Jack's mind work. So he didn't contest it in the least, instead he just followed Jack's suggestion, for now, and stayed at the ready to cover him.
Jack jumped at the lamp post, feeling a breeze pass by him; he must have just barely dodged the speedster. He grabbed the lamp post as he started to fall, and used his momentum and his strength to uproot it from the ground. He took it under his arm and spun, giving a rough guess as to where the speedster might be, and threw it.
Probably by sheer luck, the lamp post took the speedster's legs out from under him, slowing him enough that he became actually visible. "Cyke, take the shot!" Jack called, though Cyclops probably didn't need prompting.
Sheer luck was likely how Scott would have put it, too. Either that, or a poorly trained speedster. That said, he supposed given the circumstances, he'd take either. Cyclops adjusted his visor - so that he didn't blast a hole through the guy, who wasn't a human pile of rocks - and fired. It knocked him to the ground, hard, where he lay unmoving. Cyclops ran over to check, and let out a soft sigh of relief. "Still breathing. Are we clear?"
"I think so," Jack said, glancing around. "At least for now. Not sure if there's more," he said, wondering if the pile of rocks was about to get up again. At least the speedster was down. "Good shot on Speedy," he added. "Didn't really know what else to try."
"We got lucky," Scott admitted. "Though you made a good shot.
"END SIMULATION." he called out. The Danger Room shimmered back to its blanket slate appearance, the city vanishing around them.
"I try," Jack said, shrugging and grinning just a bit. "Good job yourself, fearless leader," he added.
Scott snorted. "You clearly have spoken to Drake too much," since almost no one else called him that with any measure of regularity. He went over to check the stats from their scenario. "Not bad. We beat it on the lower end of the computer's estimate."
"Awesome," Jack said, nodding. "Well, that was a fun little romp," he said, happily. "We should do that again sometime." Maybe with more people, so they could do something more challenging.
Scott nodded slowly, thoughtfully. He couldn't help from flashing back to Tessa's observation that the hardest part of X-Force, for him, would be learning to trust other people. To trust them enough to work with them. He didn't know Jack well, and didn't trust him, yet, but he hadn't had a bad experience with him either. "Sure. Yeah. We should do that."
"Sounds good to me. I'm sure we'll see plenty enough of each other once this team thing gets underway, anyhow," Jack said, shrugging. "Probably regular training exercises, stuff like that."
Scott nodded. "Probably, but it's not like none of us will practice outside of it, right?"
"True enough," Jack said, nodding. He thought for a moment. "You got any idea if your lasers bounce?" he asked, looking curiously at Scott's visor.
"Optic blasts," Scott corrected automatically, "not lasers. But yeah, if the density of the object I am bouncing them off of is right, and I get the force right, I can."
"Okay," Jack said, blinking. Right. because... lasers would be light-based. That was probably it. "So I guess mirrors don't. Since, y'know, mirrors aren't particularly dense."
Scott shook his head a little. "I can use mirrors, for precision shots," he said. "I mean, it'd be hard to ricochet a killshot off of them, they're fragile, but....well, think of the optic blasts like light, right? Sometimes it acts like a wave, sometimes like a particle."
"Oh." Now Jack had to revise his revision in his head. "So more like lasers than I was thinking. But yeah, I get it. Optic blasts." Because, sure, everyone knew what those were. Whatever, he'd get used to it. "And believe you me, I wouldn't be asking you for killshots. Seeing what you did to Rocky in there made me realize I don't really wanna be on the business end of one of those."
"Kind of like lasers. But no heat, just force." When his optic blasts made something smoke, the heat was coming from the friction of the beams against a hard material, not from the beams themselves. He wasn't some kind of mutant firestarter kit.
"Gotcha." If he'd thought of them as heat, he'd think more 'heat vision' than anything, but yeah, they were certainly more kinetic. "Still, like I said. Dunno if I'd ever wanna get hit by one of those." Sure, he'd probably live but it'd hurt, and Jack didn't like pain if it could be avoided.
"Yeah, wouldn't recommend it," Scott agreed.
"Well, here's hoping we can keep that off the menu. Anyway. Think I'm gonna grab myself some lunch. You hungry? I might hop over to Salem Center and see if they've got a nice diner I haven't been to yet," Jack asked.
Scott blinked in slight surprise. He wasn't often just...invited places by most people. "Uh, sure, I guess?"
"Cool. Any dietary preferences or requirements?" he asked, curiously, pulling out his phone. He'd do some web searches, see what was nearby.
Scott shook his head 'no.'
"Alright." Jack said, fine with that. "Let's see... Yeah. Alright. Looks like there's a nice little mom and pop diner in Salem Center we can hit up. If you need to, uh, freshen up after our workout, we can meet in the garage in, I dunno, twenty?"
"Sure. Meet you in twenty," Scott agreed, nodding.
