Thread: Beast & Drake Who: Kasey Gibson & Hank McCoy When: Afternoon, Tuesday, June 10, 2008 Where: Down in the depths of the laboratories What: Aubrey suggested to Kasey that she talk to Hank McCoy about her "transformation anxiety"----she's turned blue and dragony in a very short period of time. Hank McCoy also went through a drastic transformation eleven years ago, so if anyone knows how to handle it, it's Hank.
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Everyone always thought that Hank McCoy was busy in the labs, doing important medical research for the sake of SCIENCE! And he was. Honestly, he was. He did important medical research all the time. He had numerous projects going, including examining Elvyran a little more closely to try and uncover this whole cloning process. Then again, that was a little like giving Napoleon a nuclear submarine and unlimited budget and telling him to build two more. You couldn't do it without the plans or some of that highly-advanced technological knowhow.
Then there was the whole Messiah chip debacle that Ellie had been telling him about and he was trying to duplicate the cure for himself. Genuinely fascinating, he never thought that Eleanor would best him at something like this. He was still a little prickly over it. And then there was more research on the Legacy Virus to take care of, strengthening the antidote in case of another outbreak. Hank didn't tell anyone that he still kept strains of the disease in the lab. Highly dangerous. He should have destroyed every last atom of it. But in the event that something did happen, he wanted to be as prepared as possible. ---That was a problem, really. Hank McCoy was, above all else, responsible. However, there were times when his sense of responsibility might have been misguided. Feeling responsibility for the greater good when he forgot about the here and now. He sometimes put scientific advancement over human ethics and safety. He wasn't maniacal about it, wasn't some Phillip Sutton, certainly, but situations could get a bit sticky.
It was, after all, how he ended up blue and covered in fur.
So he'd done all of these things, he'd gone over all of the reports that he'd written the week before and filed them away. There was really nothing more to be done at the moment. No one was injured, no one was doing anything drastic. He'd done four crossword puzzles. Normally when he found himself with nothing to do he would fall back in a chair and snooze. However, it was time to break out the Twinkies, the coffee, the Vivaldi concerto on the CD player, and his top-secret project. He pulled a box of rubber bands from his drawer... and then from the back of the drawer pulled out a rubber band ball. Two inches in diameter, gloriously formed. Not good enough! Hank's big, paw-like hands went about snapping fresh bands onto the ball. Oh----and yes, he shot them off around the room. Soon, shooting the rubber bands completely took over from working on the ball, as Hank tried to find the precise angle and amount of resistance in order to get the best trajectory.
The last rubber band was fired right as someone was entering the room.
"Kasey!"
Hank shoved his last bit of Twinkie into his mouth (getting vanilla creme all over his top lip) and covered his rubber band ball with his arms. Took out a file and opened it so he could look all busy and important.