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Tweak says, "Train Train, take us awayyyy."

eli worthington (worthingtone) wrote in nextxplayground,
@ 2009-04-01 00:28:00

Entry tags:

char: christian summers, char: elijah worthington, loc: nyc, r: pg-13, stat: complete

WHO: Elijah Worthington and Chris Summers
WHAT: Sekrit~ training and dinner
WHERE: Chris' residence; Manhattan, New York
WHEN: Tuesday evening
RATING: PG-13 [COMPLETE]

The instant Elijah woke up to a phone call from Betsy raving about the news on the Prophets of Delphi he had a sinking feeling that today was going to be one hell of a day. His expectations weren't let down as the young heir spent the majority of his day trying to keep his parents from reclaiming the mantle of their former champion days and still managing the foundation. It was between calming his riled up parents and work that a promise for a break to the engulfing tension was presented. A sparring match and dinner with an old friend. Objectively Elijah was thrilled about the prospect of training with Chris, not for the chance of hanging out with an acquaintance but because Chris was willing to seek out the potential that laid at his fingertips.

Even with the promise of the evening before him, both men still had the rest of their day to contend with. Even if it was punctuated with the brief debate on what were their mothers' thinking with those old uniforms? His work day continued to flow along considerably well. The news that kept trickling in about the Prophets leaving an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach with every update. He hoped the authorities could resolve this mess and that no more tragedies would have to befall a wounded society. Especially now that his family was involved in the investigation.

Elijah kept such troubling thoughts at bay as he focused on his work. Thanks to the donation Chris had given the Foundation he was more on track to expanding his organization further along. The prospect for the future of his business was something that made the day lighter.

Once early evening rolled around Elijah finally packed things up and left the office, with each step trying to clear his mind of the mental roller coaster he'd been on all day. His efforts were in vain as his cell phone began to ring again. He got into his cab and finally answered the phone after a cautious look at the caller ID. This was the fourth call he had with the woman today. Clearly she was fired up.

"Hello mum," the greeting was warm and carried the faintest accent as Elijah fell in cadence with his mother. The conversation, like the others, started out polite and warm then it turned to a debate. "Mum, don't do anything impulsive. You know what the media is saying. The feds and Interpol are looking into the matter. This isn't reason for you and dad to come out of retirement. You guys can get hurt and we don't even know what these Prophets are or what they intend to do. Let the officials take care of this... please."

It was a simple plea, a devoted son trying to keep his parents safe even though he knew that Betsy was incredibly stubborn. (He did get that streak from her) The debate continued all the way home until finally Betsy agreed to exercise some faith in the authorities. For now. A sigh of relief finally escaped Eli as he made his way inside. Finally home and with little time to get to Christian's, Eli did his best to put as much of the day as he could behind him. The telepath washed up and changed into something more appropriate for training. A simple white tank and a pair of track pants- all custom SPLICE gear. Of course. But Eli knew some parts of his wardrobe needed to be oriented to his abilities.

While Elijah got ready for the work out, he roamed his lavish apartment in search of what the pair would need. Pads and gloves for them, padded targets to refine Christian's technique. His attention lingered on the glass case in his living room, which displayed the two twin katana blades Betsy had given him when he turned 18. They were custom suited for the right weight and density of Elijah's skill, yet held a deep sentiment for the young man. He debated bringing the blades to show Chris proper sword work but ultimately dismissed the idea. Perhaps next time he'd start training the man how to use a blade like a ninja. For now Eli packed the rest of his gear into a duffel bag and slipped on his old NYU hoodie before loading up and heading out for the night.

With the idea of working out now to the front of his mind, Elijah held no patience for coventional means of travel. He knew where Chris lived and figured if he focused enough he could swoop by unnoticed. Instead of leaving through the front door of his apartment Elijah stepped out to the balcony outside of his bedroom. The spring air wrapped around him with the promise of a warmer season. He approached the edge of the balcony and looked down at the street below. Seven floors was a long way down. Yet the psion could feel the kinetic charge of energy pulse through him in excitement. He tried not to be so blatant with his use of powers, but some habits were hard to break.

Elijah carefully climbed over the edge of balcony's railing, looking down as the air tempted him with it's call. Before someone could yell "don't jump!", Elijah let go of the railing and let his body lean forward. Gravity grasped the heir's body and began to pull him down. The air rushing around him as he began to fall. It took a mere thought but before Eli was fated to meet his maker, instead a burst of psionic energy erupted from his back and a pair of violet wings appeared. The young heir curved back into the skies and began to slice through the air with ease. His wings flapping in time with him as those who noticed on the ground, it appeared that Eli was no more than a violet-colored seraphim that had taken flight. The telekinetic energy he projected while in flight was finely tuned and carefully controlled to steer him in the right direction. He knew when to use the right amount of energy to push against the winds and when to merely glide, all as his wings mimicked his thoughts and aided him in expressing his flight. Elijah made sure to stay high enough in the sky to keep his identity hidden. Soon enough he noticed the landmarks around him and found himself circling Christian's neighborhood. A playful smirk tugged at his lips as he made a dive towards the building Chris lived in. It was like a hawk or eagle going after it's prey with how fast his movements were. But the grace Eli displayed as he landed on the stoop without a sound was purely him. When he sat foot on the ground, Eli's wings faded away much to his chagrin.

The young man looked at the doorman who witnessed the spectacle with an amused expression as the stranger stood there with his jaw halfway to China. Eli Worthington knew how to make an entrance, what could he say? While the doorman collected himself Eli approached him with a genuine grin.

"Hi, I'm here to see Chris Summers. Can you buzz him to let him know I've arrived?" it was another staggered moment before the doorman rang Chris to announce his arrival. Eli distinctly catching the phrase, "some man... with purple wings, or well, he had wings." He grinned to himself before he was shown to the elevator and informed which floor Chris lived on.

The ride was empty and Eli had to admit that Chris had done well for himself by getting such a place. When he finally arrived on Chris' floor he walked down the hallway to the only door on the floor, "Nice." He mused out loud as he knocked on the door and shifted around pensively. Playfully he tapped into the fountain of power inside him and evoked that connection to the other. Scanning the apartment until he locked onto the presence he knew as Chris.

'C'mon Christian, don't keep your company waiting at the door. It's not polite', he mentally teased the man with a grin as he studied the door in focus. 'Plus I'm totally freezing in this speedo.' If that wasnt incentive enough for Chris to answer the door than Eli didn't know what was!

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cerebbro
2009-04-01 11:16 am UTC (link)

The morning news had been a shocker, and the ensuing procession of voice mail messages from dad only compounded the bad feelings, but Chris dealt as best as he could. He cancelled all out-of-office meetings for the rest of the week, and all in-office meetings for the rest of the day. He kept to his office, still having enough work in there to keep himself busy while getting a handle on the situation between keeping a constant eye on the news and consulting with friends online. The latter especially helped to ease the tension Chris was feeling. Humor was a good source of medicine. In addition to that, he'd realized that sparring some would help him feel better. He was glad that Eli was able to so quickly agree with his thoughts, as if they were of one mind, only separated by distance.

The rest of the day went by quickly, Chris was back home before he knew it. He didn't have to worry about cleaning for company, he had people how did that for him. He did, however, give thought to his own appearance. He went into the huge walk-in closet that connected to the master bedroom and master bath, and found his training uniform, a looser fitting tog he could wear later for meditation, and something to cook iun and lounge around in after all the training was through. Chris changed into the training uniform, pleased that the blue and gold still fit him well, although the material itself wasn't the most comfortable thing to have stretched across his body. He barely had time to think about anything else when the buzzer for the intercom went off. Chris answered, amused but slightly worried when Joe, the doorman, described the visitor. Chris assured Joe that he was expecting him and to let him up.

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cerebbro
2009-04-01 11:18 am UTC (link)

Chris moved through the apartment and into one of the extra bedrooms, which he'd turned into an exercise / sparring room. One of the walls was completely mirrored so he could critique his movements. A large mat was in the center room for sparring, other exercise equipment to the periphery of it. Chris quickly set about moving the exercise machines back against the walls to give more room. He'd pushed the last one back when he heard the knock on the door. "Coming!", he shouted out as an immediate reaction.

Chris walked out into the large main room of the apartment. The room was easily the size of a ballroom. A kitchen and dining area was at the far end of the space, and there was also a large open area for entertaining and lounging. Chris walked a short distance toward the front door, passing his baby grand piano and a small table in the foyer that had an array of picture frames on it. They were filled with snapshots of family and friends, some more recently received photos of two childhood friends were sitting without frames on the polished wood surface of the table. Chris smiled as he felt the telepathic connection open between them.

The shock would have easily been felt by Eli at Chris's reaction to his comment. He wouldn't put it past Eli to pull such a stunt. 'No wonder why Joe sounded so flustered on the intercom!', Chris thought back to him. Despite the teasing, he had doubts about the comment, and finally getting to the door and opening it, the doubts were proven right. No Speedo, though Eli looked good as always in what he was wearing. "Tease", he said with a smile, stepping forward for a brief but friendly hug.

At the surprising first reunion between the two of them a couple of weeks ago, Chris had kept a reserved politeness to him through most of that time. But more recently, over the computer, a more relaxed, flirtatious side of him had been making itself known. Chris found himself feeling the same old 'friend' feelings easily rekindled, but also felt that spark of actual attraction as well. Having been around telepaths enough in his life, he decided it wasn't worth trying to hide. It was what it was. What was most important to him was their friendship, if Eli picked up on hints of attraction here and there, he could hopefully take it as a compliment and not let it bother him.

Chris took a few steps back, ushering Eli into his apartment. "Come on in", he said, aware of his own appearance and wanting the door shut the quicker the better, even though there weren't neighbors on his floor to see the odd sight. "You brought props?", he asked, eyeing the duffel bag. "Good. Don't have much here, usually work out solo. Come this way", he instructed, turning and leading the way across the room toward the door leading into his workout room. He walked in and across the mat on the floor, stopping at the far edge of it and turning back to face Eli. "So, where do you want to start?" The day had given Chris plenty of energy that he was ready to work off now.

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worthingtone
2009-04-01 02:06 pm UTC (link)

Ok, now Eli understood why their parents wore such revealing outfits. Did Chris always look so... so... tempting, or was this new?

Even thought their mental link was still flowing, Elijah managed to keep any and all thoughts on Chris' appearance to himself. Even if his eyes flashed a deeper interest on the feast before him. Pushing past that potential awkwardness, Eli was met with a warm hug he quickly returned. His mind pressing against Chris' in further elaboration of the hug. As he was ushered inside Eli let out a low whistle as he remembered that yes, there was a lavish apartment to be seen. And not just an extremely cute friend in an extremely tight outfit.

"Wow Chris, your place is gorgeous. But I don't know... it seems kinda small..." his voice of course echoed in the living area when he said. "And I can't believe you actually wore the suit," he added as he returned his focus to the other man who was leading him towards the training room. Eyes shamelessly taking a glance at Chris' strong back. "I would've brought my old one but it's kinda small on me after I hit that growth spurt." Not to mention he was convinced his ass looked huge in it. But Eli was not without his opinions.

"I didn't bring much stuff, just some pads and gear to keep things safe. I was going to bring the katanas but I couldn't find the old practice blades from when mom trained me, so we'll have to hold off on sword work for another time." His musing lingered in the air as Eli entered the training room. Wow. Chris really had set his place up nicely; the young heir was impressed and felt that excitement dripping from the other become infectious. This was going to be fun, even if Eli knew he might have to mop the floor with Chris.

As the pair settled into the room, Eli sat the bag down and began to unload the gear he brought. The array of pads to keep them safe and a pair of gloves to prevent any accidental triggering of abilities neatly laid out on the edge of the mat. "I figured we'd just keep things relaxed that way we can measure where your skill level is at. I brought some sparring gloves for us both that way you don't have to worry about well..." he raised a hand and wiggled his fingers. He wanted Chris to feel comfortable training around him and not worry so much about his powers lashing at Elijah.