primordial_poet (primordial_poet) wrote in academy_x, @ 2010-02-11 17:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | beast |
Who: Beast (narrative)
What: An accidental slip up on his part. And wishful thoughts for Valentine's Day.
When: Thursday evening
Where: The hallways of the school
Hank McCoy, known by his X-men team name of Beast by some, was feeling a tad bit...erm...
Well if he had to be perfectly honest with himself, he was feeling somewhat wistful. The recent trials they had all been through with Wanda's accidental spell had left a gaping hole in him. And that had led to problems for himself as well. But through the ministrations of his friends, (in particularly Vanessa, though he was embarrassed to admit it) he'd recovered mostly and was looking healthier. But the desire was always there...what would he give to be human again? Free to go as he was want, free to enjoy the sun without having to hide on school grounds, free to go to town and buy sweets at the store for his paramour on Valentine's even?
Err. Not that he had a love..r...anyone... No no, mustn't let one's mind wander! Dark roads, Hank. Dark roads!
Still. Valentine's Day was the one time a year romance blossomed everywhere. But in particularly, as Hank began salivating to think of, it was the time of year for Chocolate! And as one of the biggest sweet tooths on campus, the idea had him giddy. The taste of dark chocolate cupids, milk chocolate hearts in boxes, or white chocolate-covered strawberries...drizzled in fudge perhaps and mixed with caramel coated brownies! Ahhh~! Such a sweet escape! Truly a shame to only come officially once a year.
He'd been exra nice to his students lately, offering assistance with classroom questions or problems, a listening ear for troubled minds in his office, and even pitching in for an impromptu dodge ball tournament that had sprang up in the halls on the west side. All with the thought in the back of his mind that maybe...maybe he might be able to obtain a small box of chocolates from a kind student. Perhaps a small something from a generous faculty member giving out trinkets to their fellow staff... Such gluttonous thoughts were shameful surely, but heavens to Betsy he couldn't help it! If there was one thing Hank was weak for, it was something tasty and sweet.
With these thoughts in mind, he trudged the hallways, checking on the students mingling at their dorms and making certain everyone was alright at the cafeteria and rec center. And unknown to his consciousness, as he moved on...a slightly sweet aroma began to filter the air behind him. It was slight, barely noticeable except to the trained nose. It smelled like sugar cookies, or perhaps like a cake someone had baked previously. Or perhaps like cinnamon...odd in how it appealed... But with Valentine's approaching, it wasn't out of place amongst the excited chatter and baking.
As Hank resumed his duties, dotting a maze around most of the school, he slowly released a pheromone into the air. Echoing his contained desires by seeking to bring the females of the Institute a bit more in line with his thinking...