Scott and Warren, at the BH party
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ax_mainWarren trolls Scott about dancing with Magneto's daughter... and then Scott sees a familiar face that freaks him out.
"So..." Warren sidled up behind Scott holding two bottles of water, one for each. "Which one is she? The hot girl who just kissed you, I mean. In case that wasn't clear."
Okay, they were supposed to be on recon, but Warren was satisfied by this time that the party was no ambush. The Brotherhood kids were just... kids. Having a party. He could have a little fun, too.
Scott gave Warren a look. Still, he answered without correcting his roommate. And he accepted the water. It wasn't exactly like Warren was wrong. "Wanda. Scarlet Witch. Apparently the boss man's daughter."
"You don't seem the forbidden affair type." Warren grinned. "I'm impressed."
He snorted. "A forbidden affair? Hardly. She wanted to dance and I didn't want to piss off the people we're here to learn about straight off," he said. "I wouldn't get too excited."
"That's why you disappeared outside with Magneto's daughter too?" Warren chuckled. "Trying *not* to live dangerously?"
"You know me. Just a rebel without a cause." Scott said dryly. He took a long sip of the water Warren had brought with him and surveyed the room. Some of the Brotherhood were clearly on the burn-things-down-and-not-in-a-promising-way side of the spectrum. But others of them seemed almost...normal. Aside from the association with Magneto, anyway.
"Regular James Dean." Warren's gaze followed his, scanning the crowd of generally happy-seeming kids. The music was loud enough he wasn't worried about bugging or being overheard; he just leaned a little nearer to Scott. "Seriously, though, is she cool? I mean, if her and her brother seem all right, that's probably a hopeful sign, right?"
"I disagree with her, to be sure, but no, she didn't seem off the deep end or anything. She seemed thoughtful about what she's doing, we just arrive at different conclusions," Scott said, nodding. "That said, we didn't get into what Magneto thinks."
"I guess the question is whether her loyalty to him would outweigh her apparently common sense," Warren said thoughtfully. "I haven't talked to her brother but he doesn't seem like the common sense type."
Scott quirked an eyebrow at that. "Let us all hope that she is not the single-thread of common sense in that entire family." Though he'd long since learned that hope was for suckers.
Warren eyeballed the brotherhood kids in his field of vision and sighed. "Or in the whole group. Did she say anything about the others? How they feel about things?
"It's just--like, way to awkward to walk up to one of them and start a conversation with, 'So, how do you feel about the coming war between mutants and humans? I mean, does that really have to be a thing?'"
Scott looked over at Warren and smirked. "You mean to tell me you do anything awkwardly, Worthington?" He teased idly. Still, his heart wasn't in it. He had too much to think about, and to look at and for. "Apparently some of them are more hardline than others, using codenames as their given names and all that."
"That's not just for our benefit?" Warren's wings rustled a little, face falling after the grin Scott's comment about his lack of awkwardness had brought on. "Jesus. That can't be a good sign..."
"Apparently not just for our benefit." Scott said, sounding equally perturbed. A flash of movement caught his eye as some kid he didn't know hopped, yes hopped, to another kid he didn't know wearing a leather jacket.
Or...was the kid in the leather jacket someone he did know? Scott was getting deja vu and it was not at all welcome.
Warren followed his gaze again. "Wow. He moves like a frog. That's... kind of awesome."
"Yeah." Scott's response was distracted. He was too busy focusing on the frog-man's compatriot. Blonde hair, blue eyes....and a nose that was 100% Chris Summers. Alex had always looked more like their dad than he had, coloring aside.
Scott forced himself not to react, not to flinch or vomit, though both would be options had he not had a room-sized audience.
Yet again, Warren tried to figure out what Scott was looking at. Some blond guy? He looked back to Scott, who was as stone-faced as ever. But something was wrong, for sure. Scott was never distracted, not like this. "Dude. What is it? I'm here to back you up, remember?"
It shook Scott out of his momentary trance. He shook his head 'no.' "I need to talk to the Professor," he said tersely.
"Scott." Warren settled a hand on his arm, now officially freaked out. What had dude seen? "Come on, man. Let me help."
Scott gave looked at Warren, gaze clearly intense even with his glasses blocking his eyes. "I need to talk to the Professor." He repeated. "I think I know that kid, but I need the Professor to be sure."
And he needed to know why the fuck Xavier hadn't told him about all of this.
"Okay." Warren nodded and patted Scott's arm once before letting him go. He was super worried, now--about Scott. Dude was mysterious at the best of times, but this look... this was new. Totally new. "Let me know if you want me to come with. Otherwise, just--let me know what's up after?"
He shook his head again. Scott knew this would need to be a private audience. "Thanks though," he said.
Warren just kept watching him. "You want some water or something? A cupcake?
"Or should we get out of here? I can round up the troops."
"No. No, people don't need to leave. It's nothing dangerous or anything." Now that he wasn't looking at the blond kid (Alex, his mind helpfully inserted) and he'd had time to recover he was slipping more easily into his blank mask. "I can't go get anyway. I gave Terry and Wynonna a ride here. But let's grab some water."
That was what Warren had meant by 'round up the troops', which just showed how weirded out Scott must be by this blond kid. Still, he looked fine, so at least he wasn't going to flip out right this moment. Not that Warren could imagine Scott ever 'flipping out'.
Still, all the more reason to stick to him closely tonight. Warren nodded and nudged Scott's shoulder with his own, then started walking. "Should I be distracting? Or just shut up? What'd work for you?"
Scott forcibly shut down the part of him that was freaking out, the part that cared. The shrinks the court made him see said it was a maladaptive coping mechanism, but it worked so they could fuck right off. He snorted, not unkindly, "I don't know that I've ever seen you not talk when you weren't sleeping."
“The things I do for my bros.” Warren managed a smile, but it was a worried smile.
"Yeah, well. C'mon bro," Scott said, turning so that the blond kid was no longer in his line of vision. "Let's go get some water."
"So..." Warren sidled up behind Scott holding two bottles of water, one for each. "Which one is she? The hot girl who just kissed you, I mean. In case that wasn't clear."
Okay, they were supposed to be on recon, but Warren was satisfied by this time that the party was no ambush. The Brotherhood kids were just... kids. Having a party. He could have a little fun, too.
Scott gave Warren a look. Still, he answered without correcting his roommate. And he accepted the water. It wasn't exactly like Warren was wrong. "Wanda. Scarlet Witch. Apparently the boss man's daughter."
"You don't seem the forbidden affair type." Warren grinned. "I'm impressed."
He snorted. "A forbidden affair? Hardly. She wanted to dance and I didn't want to piss off the people we're here to learn about straight off," he said. "I wouldn't get too excited."
"That's why you disappeared outside with Magneto's daughter too?" Warren chuckled. "Trying *not* to live dangerously?"
"You know me. Just a rebel without a cause." Scott said dryly. He took a long sip of the water Warren had brought with him and surveyed the room. Some of the Brotherhood were clearly on the burn-things-down-and-not-in-a-promising-way side of the spectrum. But others of them seemed almost...normal. Aside from the association with Magneto, anyway.
"Regular James Dean." Warren's gaze followed his, scanning the crowd of generally happy-seeming kids. The music was loud enough he wasn't worried about bugging or being overheard; he just leaned a little nearer to Scott. "Seriously, though, is she cool? I mean, if her and her brother seem all right, that's probably a hopeful sign, right?"
"I disagree with her, to be sure, but no, she didn't seem off the deep end or anything. She seemed thoughtful about what she's doing, we just arrive at different conclusions," Scott said, nodding. "That said, we didn't get into what Magneto thinks."
"I guess the question is whether her loyalty to him would outweigh her apparently common sense," Warren said thoughtfully. "I haven't talked to her brother but he doesn't seem like the common sense type."
Scott quirked an eyebrow at that. "Let us all hope that she is not the single-thread of common sense in that entire family." Though he'd long since learned that hope was for suckers.
Warren eyeballed the brotherhood kids in his field of vision and sighed. "Or in the whole group. Did she say anything about the others? How they feel about things?
"It's just--like, way to awkward to walk up to one of them and start a conversation with, 'So, how do you feel about the coming war between mutants and humans? I mean, does that really have to be a thing?'"
Scott looked over at Warren and smirked. "You mean to tell me you do anything awkwardly, Worthington?" He teased idly. Still, his heart wasn't in it. He had too much to think about, and to look at and for. "Apparently some of them are more hardline than others, using codenames as their given names and all that."
"That's not just for our benefit?" Warren's wings rustled a little, face falling after the grin Scott's comment about his lack of awkwardness had brought on. "Jesus. That can't be a good sign..."
"Apparently not just for our benefit." Scott said, sounding equally perturbed. A flash of movement caught his eye as some kid he didn't know hopped, yes hopped, to another kid he didn't know wearing a leather jacket.
Or...was the kid in the leather jacket someone he did know? Scott was getting deja vu and it was not at all welcome.
Warren followed his gaze again. "Wow. He moves like a frog. That's... kind of awesome."
"Yeah." Scott's response was distracted. He was too busy focusing on the frog-man's compatriot. Blonde hair, blue eyes....and a nose that was 100% Chris Summers. Alex had always looked more like their dad than he had, coloring aside.
Scott forced himself not to react, not to flinch or vomit, though both would be options had he not had a room-sized audience.
Yet again, Warren tried to figure out what Scott was looking at. Some blond guy? He looked back to Scott, who was as stone-faced as ever. But something was wrong, for sure. Scott was never distracted, not like this. "Dude. What is it? I'm here to back you up, remember?"
It shook Scott out of his momentary trance. He shook his head 'no.' "I need to talk to the Professor," he said tersely.
"Scott." Warren settled a hand on his arm, now officially freaked out. What had dude seen? "Come on, man. Let me help."
Scott gave looked at Warren, gaze clearly intense even with his glasses blocking his eyes. "I need to talk to the Professor." He repeated. "I think I know that kid, but I need the Professor to be sure."
And he needed to know why the fuck Xavier hadn't told him about all of this.
"Okay." Warren nodded and patted Scott's arm once before letting him go. He was super worried, now--about Scott. Dude was mysterious at the best of times, but this look... this was new. Totally new. "Let me know if you want me to come with. Otherwise, just--let me know what's up after?"
He shook his head again. Scott knew this would need to be a private audience. "Thanks though," he said.
Warren just kept watching him. "You want some water or something? A cupcake?
"Or should we get out of here? I can round up the troops."
"No. No, people don't need to leave. It's nothing dangerous or anything." Now that he wasn't looking at the blond kid (Alex, his mind helpfully inserted) and he'd had time to recover he was slipping more easily into his blank mask. "I can't go get anyway. I gave Terry and Wynonna a ride here. But let's grab some water."
That was what Warren had meant by 'round up the troops', which just showed how weirded out Scott must be by this blond kid. Still, he looked fine, so at least he wasn't going to flip out right this moment. Not that Warren could imagine Scott ever 'flipping out'.
Still, all the more reason to stick to him closely tonight. Warren nodded and nudged Scott's shoulder with his own, then started walking. "Should I be distracting? Or just shut up? What'd work for you?"
Scott forcibly shut down the part of him that was freaking out, the part that cared. The shrinks the court made him see said it was a maladaptive coping mechanism, but it worked so they could fuck right off. He snorted, not unkindly, "I don't know that I've ever seen you not talk when you weren't sleeping."
“The things I do for my bros.” Warren managed a smile, but it was a worried smile.
"Yeah, well. C'mon bro," Scott said, turning so that the blond kid was no longer in his line of vision. "Let's go get some water."
