Marvel: Art of War

Who: Kitty Pryde
What: Metaphoric nightmares are a bitch! (Insomnia is her friend)
When: The night after she returns to the institute
Where: In her mind
Rating/Warnings: Implied violence and bloody imagery
Status: Closed | Complete

( Have you been dreaming? I don't dream at all I have nightmares Memories careening Have you come to kill what's left Of my smile There's no vacancy in paradise I really wished I could have saved you Then who would have saved me from myself Right now, well, I could use a stiff drink To kill the pain thats deep inside my bones I really wished I could have saved you Then who would have saved me from myself )

Who: Wade and Warren
What: good natured (mostly) fighting
When: before Warren's manicure around 1pm, Weds. afternoon
Where: Outside the School, past the hedge maze
Rating/Warnings: Swearing, maybe blood, testosterone ;)
Status: Open | Complete

Jeans, bare feet, shirtless torso, white wings flapping, Warren hovered in the air, looking for the little bastard with the mouth. He wanted to pound him into the ground a few times before his appointment. It wasn't for a pedicure OR a manicure, he was meeting with an old friend to help groom his wings. They took a lot of work to maintain, dammit. It wasn't just a rinse and let dry. He had to pull pin feathers, keep flight feathers in good condition, clean the skin that covered his wing bones under the soft aerial fluff. And it was much easier to do this with someone else.

He turned slowly, surveying the ground, keen senses on the lookout for the blademaster.