Who: Remy and Warpath When: After classes, Tuesday Where: On the lawn What: Being MEN. Sparring match
Remy was feeling rather pent-up, he decided as he trekked outside after classes. He had on his usual trench coat. At least in the winter he didn't get weird looks for wearing it. It was a terribly useful piece of apparel, or so he kept trying to tell himself. It held a good deal of cards, his weapon of choice, could conceal his collapsible staff, his second weapon of choice, he could shirk it if it got tangled up in anything - so theoretically he could use it as a distraction by shirking it. And it looked damn cool, especially when the wind blew a little. The Cajun loved theatrics. He wore it over a sleeveless shirt and jeans, both different shades of black, and looked pretty casual. He'd had to look a little neutral when he changed to go into town and buy three X-Boxes. With stolen cash. He'd had to do a little pick-pocketing in the city to cover tax. Stupid electronics, so expensive.
He still couldn't believe how worked up Alex, Josh, Bobby, and even Rogue had gotten over the loss of the bundle of circuits and metal. The latter two didn't even own the thing and got all testy over it. And then he'd had an argument with Rogue that started publicly. And he still thought they were all ridiculous for starting so much drama in the first place. He'd tried to lighten the mood, but it hadn't helped, so he did the only thing he knew how to do when talking didn't smooth over a problem. He stole and gave. It was like a more personal Robin Hood or something, right? He couldn't go off and just steal them, since Alex hadn't locked the journal, but that didn't keep him from stealing money to purchase the things. But that had wasted most of his lunch hour, leaving him with just a little time to play some ball. He'd noticed a post from James with an interesting proposition. He hadn't really had the chance to spar with someone lately, and he knew the Sophomore would prove to be a true challenge. He was excited, and had insisted on having the match later. He didn't want to have it cut short by classes.
He hoped the upcoming spar would help him to put his thoughts back in order. He sometimes felt like he was going soft in the mansion. Back in New Orleans, every day could easily turn into a fight for his life. Doubly so in the days when he had been banished but hadn't cleared out of the city. Or when Sabertooth was about. Or whenever he got on Bella Donna's bad side on one of her "special" days. Here, there was no struggle for survival. A struggle to get powers under control and to get an A in classes, and he didn't care at all for the latter. And it left him terribly bored most of the time. Poor Jono got the brunt of it, as did Logan whenever the older man was around. Now it seemed he might have a new outlet. He'd have to see just how good the kid was. Oh. Man. He had insisted on calling himself a man. There were a bunch of messed up kids at that mansion, huh? He wondered how it had stayed standing for so long.
He didn't see James out there yet, so he decided to get loosened up. Logan had been out for a while, and he hadn't really kept up with his training in the days since, spending all his time working on ways to get Rogue to finally open up. She was his most exhausting girl since Bella Donna - and considering his impressive list in his year away, that was saying something. He started to follow through some moves with his staff, extending it and swinging it hard into the air.