ax_main | Vex and Warren, BH Party

Warren meets Vex'ahlia and they talk practical jokes and... cupcakes. Obviously cupcakes.

Warren had come to the table for a cookie, but now he was fascinated by the bowls. There were multicolored neon lights under each of them, and it had a cool effect. Also, who knew the Brotherhood were into baking? Warren doubted that could be leveraged against them if they decided to turn terrorist any time soon, but hey. No info was bad info, right?

Vex noticed the white wings and remembered Illyana's crash course about the school. "You're Warren, right?" She asked curiously.

Warren had come to the table for a cookie, but now he was fascinated by the bowls. There were multicolored neon lights under each of them, and it had a cool effect. Also, who knew the Brotherhood were into baking? Warren doubted that could be leveraged against them if they decided to turn terrorist any time soon, but hey. No info was bad info, right?
Vex noticed the white wings and remembered Illyana's crash course about the school. "You're Warren, right?" She asked curiously.

Only slightly startled, Warren looked up and flushed slightly. Weird, to be caught examining a plastic bowl so closely... by a drop dead gorgeous girl. "Uh, yes. Sorry, I don't think I know you." He turned his back on the cupcakes and held out a hand to her. "Warren Worthington."

"Vex'Ahlia," she replied, taking his hand and squeezing. "And unfortunately for me, we've never met. I grilled Illyana about interesting people at school and she mentioned wings. She failed to emphasize how beautiful the boy attached to the wings was."

Warren grinned hugely, giving her a squeeze back before letting go. His wings rustled a little with pride, though it was inaudible over the loud (and admittedly good) music. "I'll have to have a talk with Illyana. I know the wings are cool, but I hate when they outshine the rest of me.

"That's a beautiful name--for a beautiful girl. I'd remember it if I'd heard it before. Are you brotherhood or...?"

“Or,” she replied. “My brother Vax is at the school. I'm just visiting.”

Warren didn't bother to hide his relief. Even his wings relaxed. Not that he was above flirting with a brotherhood girl to get info, but he'd gotten into enough trouble flirting with actual friends. With his luck he'd start a damn war or something if he hit on the wrong person. "Oh! Right, Vax! Wow, nice genes. You've got better cheek bones but his could cut glass too."

She laughed warmly. "May our father be good for one thing."

"Oh, hey, I've got one of those too." Warren laughed with her and lifted his bottle of water. "I'll drink to that. Thanks for the good hair, Dad."

Okay, and the hundreds of millions of dollars, but whatever.

Vex toasted him with the last bit of the drink she was carrying. "To some decent genes and superficial parenting."

Warren drank, then said, "Should we get you another one? I was busy being fascinated by the food set up. I mean. The bowls glow. How? And why?"

"Possibly magic," Vex said with a grin. "I'm thinking cupcakes first, followed by more alcohol. Maybe we'll unearth the secret under the shrine."

"Now you're talking." Warren wasn't drinking tonight, anyhow, but he didn't feel the need to point that out. He turned his attention back to the cupcakes. "The great part is, it really could be magic. Living in the future is great, right?"

Vex carefully picked a cupcake up and daintily offered it up to Warren. "The future? I'm pretty sure we've always had magic. Now it's too overt to ignore, and people get to break out their microscopes and claim it for science."

"Thanks." Warren plucked the cupcake out of her hand gratefully. "That's deep--and you're right. Part of the reason Xavier's is the place to be, honestly. The microscopes belong to the mutants."

"Do they do a lot of physical exams over at Xavier's?" She asked, brow quirked.

Warren chuckled. "Not unless someone's sick. Or needs one, to figure out their mutation. We've had a few of those."

"Hm." Vex snagged a second cupcake and peeled away the wrapper. "I fear any future prank wars at your school."

"So far they've been slow starting," Warren said with more than a little gratefulness in his expression, wings rustling behind him. He took a little bite of the cupcake and, finding it good, hummed and swallowed. "Plenty of trouble but very little of it inflicted on each other. It's gonna get ugly when it gets going though."

"I don't know whether to warn you to befriend my brother, or to casually distance yourself. He's a great person to have on your side, but he also shows his affection in mysterious ways."

"Drawing dicks on foreheads while you're sleeping?" Warren asked with a chuckle.

“Pretty tame. Get a bit more creative.” She grinned.

Warren laughed harder. "I went to boys schools for my whole life, before Xavier's. Drawing a dick on someone is the height of comedy at those places. It's sad."

“You poor boy,” Vex said sympathetically. “Are you enjoying your change of scenery? It doesn’t sound like there’s very tight reigns at the school. Taking the opportunity to run wild?”

“As much as I can within the grounds,” Warren admitted with a playful smile. “One day, hopefully out and about too. When I’m ready for the wings to come out.” He winked.

She gave his wings another appreciative glance before focusing back on his face. “I hope you get to soon. I can’t imagine it’s comfortable hiding anything so expansive.”

"It's torture," Warren agreed with a smile--and he meant it for all sorts of reasons. But he was on the path now, and, "I hope it won't be long. You know, with the parent thing, there's some stuff to navigate."

“I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you.” She smiled softly. “To your impending freedom.” She toasted him with her cupcake before taking a bite.

“May yours come as quickly.” Warren toasted in reply, then bit down. So what if he got an icing mustache for a second. Worth it.