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Tweak says, "STOP LOOKIN' AT ME!!"

Warren Worthington III (angelonhigh) wrote in academy_x,
@ 2010-02-02 11:29:00

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angel, psylocke

WHO: Warren & Betsy
WHEN: Tuesday
WHERE: Empty classroom
WHAT: During lunch, Warren stays behind to do a little research.

While everyone else was busy going to lunch, one studious student remained in the classroom. While Warren Worthington III was in fact doing research, it wasn't for anything for his coursework. With his Macbook whipped out, Warren was searching the Internet for sites with searches such as 'plastic surgery', 'back surgery', and 'broken wings'. Warren didn't want to part with his feathers and the thought of it did make his stomach churn. But one day, should his powers never be restored, they'd have to go. He was in pain if he wasn't on drugs for them, and they were useless and inhibiting his ability to interact with the free world. Warren had so many goals he wished to achieve; something would have to give, and soon.

Warren had his feathered back to the doorway of the classroom he was in. To be fair, if he had wanted to be discreet, he shouldn't have left the door wide open.

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psy_locked
2010-02-03 01:17 am UTC (link)

"Yep that's my name." Betsy said with a playful smile. Warren seemed to be pouring on a little of that richie rich charm, and Betsy was loving it. Perhaps it was a sign of how shallow she was, but that's just the way things are. "So I see that you kept your wings." She said as she placed her hands behind her head and sat back in a relaxed position.

"Did you loose any of your other powers?" She asked. "I've been without mine since this whole bloody thing started." And she prayed that the whole thing would end soon. That way she could get back to training and kicking ass.

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angelonhigh
2010-02-03 01:23 am UTC (link)

Warren was the type to keep pouring on the charm until there was clear evidence it wasn't working. Since Betsy was giving the opposite feedback, he just kept up with that dimpled smile and eye contact with his piercing blues. "I hope it isn't too awkward of me; I've just been paying attention."

His expression didn't even waver at the mention of his wings, despite the subject matter he was researching moments ago. "I did, although I believe I've lost my X-gene entirely. None of my other skills survived. And while my wings are still here, I can't actually do much with them." They sat motionless on his back, no stretching or playful movements present. "Despite the commotion online, I think more of us lost our mutations than kept them."

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psy_locked
2010-02-03 05:20 pm UTC (link)

Betsy figured as much with Warren's statement. It certainly was inconvient. She mentally noted that it was a shame that even if Warren had retained his wings that they were practically useless. What good is a bird without the ability to fly. If she still had her telepathy in tact she would have used it to see what Warren was really thinking, but simple conversation would have to suffice. "And they still haven't told us what caused it." She stated as she looked off in thought.

Then she sighed and stretched out. "Bad luck about your other powers flying the coup, so to speak." She said. "The part that pisses me off is some of us, including a certain snotty socialite, got to keep theirs." She was referring to Monet St. Croix. So far the only encounters she'd had with the rich bitch were not friendly. "But I'm sure old bauldy is tying to find a way to reverse it." Then she realized she was rambling. "Anyway, did you find what your looking for?" she said making a motion tword the computer.

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angelonhigh
2010-02-03 10:08 pm UTC (link)

Telepathy would definitely be far more revealing than Warren's pretty poker face. He closed his laptop slightly to have a more uninterrupted view of Betsy, even if it wasn't really in the way. "Whom, you mean." Warren reminded. While he had a pretty good guess as to who it was though, Warren wouldn't be blabbing. But since the Professor had already announced it was one of the students, he didn't feel he was overstepping any bounds in reminding her of that one.

Warren was amused by the socialite comment. Which one? It felt like there were several now, though Warren could wager a good guess. "Everything happens for a reason, I suppose. It's cliched and sometimes I don't understand it, but maybe they have some other trial to face. Or our trial is just having to deal with them being as insufferable as ever." At the wave at his computer, Warren looked to it briefly with an absent shrug. "More or less."

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