magikbow (magikbow) wrote in gen_m_logs, @ 2008-04-18 13:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | ryan barton, wesley barton |
Log: The Barton Twins: ie; why they have been outta touch lately
Who: Ryan and Wes
When: (backdated) When the team got back from Brazil
What: After that ominous voice mail message, Ryan wants to make sure his twin hasn't done anything ridiculous. Like give up shaving. Whoops. Too late there Ryan.
Ryan had just been on one mission that had wrapped, successfully so. And now he was embarking on a new mission: finding Wes, and finding out what the hell was up with that random voice mail. Heading through the halls of the Xavier building, Ryan – he hadn't bothered to change out of his X-gear -- was not going to be distracted by anything. He had managed to shake off that Andi kid, telling her that he'd tell her allllll about his mom at some later time, and he had responded to Sarah's question about how things had gone with; "Later. Tell you later."
God knows what kind of mess Wes had gotten himself into … all right, Ryan could admit to himself -- as he reached the door to their room, and took a moment to compose himself – that that was unfair. Wes wasn't always running around, causing problems, Ryan just saw it that way, because that meant that his job was going around cleaning up after Wes. To be fair, Wes did a fair amount of cleaning up after Ryan and –… Giving a sigh, Ryan leaned his head against the door to his room, this was not time for some serious introspection. This is what happened when the adrenaline from a mission fully wore off. He crashed. All he wanted to do was open the door, and go on in and sleep . . .
Grabbing the door handle, he turned it, slowly opening the door, and than froze there in the doorway.
"Oh my god Wesley …"
The room was a mess. The curtains were drawn, allowing a little sunlight streaming through, but the rest of the light came from candles, which, thanks to Wes's power, were dancing and dripping wax all over the floor.
Books were spread out and open on every surface. Photo albums were stripped of pictures with their Mom and tacked on the wall. Poor Henning was in the corner making "Mraoorrrr" sounds repetitively. Houdini and his one eye skipped past Ryan's legs as he dashed out the door as soon as it opened.
And Wes? Well, Wes hadn't shaven or showered or left the room since he cast his spell/used his mutation on Agatha Harkness's oldest book. And, Wes should really shave. It's not a good look.
His bloodshot blue eyes looked over at his brother. "Ry?" He blinked.
"Wes." Ryan entered into the room, quickly closing the door behind him, to trap Henning in the room. He would try and track down Houdini later . . . and okay, yes, Ryan was also trying to keep anyone walking by in the hall from seeing the complete disaster that was his and Wes' room. Complete with scary stalker-ish wall of photos of their mom.
He carefully stepped around a lit candle, and then frowned.
"Wes, you're getting wax on the carpet." His tone was light, because he was not going to freak out. He was not going to ask Wes what the hell he was doing. He was simply going to comment on the state of the carpet in their room. "Frost is going to flip." He glanced up than at the wall of photos, and than back at Wes. Still in a very casual tone; "Decided to do some redecorating?"
"Ry, you remember this more than I do... Are there too many pictures up? I've got 23 candles." Wes was speaking very quickly. He was working on pure adrenaline to keep himself awake.
He looked at him. "Grab me Agatha's old book, would you?"
"It's 25 candles, and 23 pictures, I think you have it reversed." And yeah, the last time they attempted something like this, it was in search of their missing dog, Teller, that had gone missing (Penn, their other dog, was distraught). Ryan glanced around looking for a book before it dawned on him what book Wes was talking about.
"What? You, we agreed we were going to keep that book locked up!" Ryan crossed his arms and assumed the 'I'm really annoyed at your right now' Ryan Barton facial expression.
Wes held his hand up to shush his brother's complaining. "Just get it. I have something to show you."
"You still keeping it in the closet?" Best place for it: in the dark, out of sight, and out of mind. Keeping Ryan's suits company there. He made his way -- carefully -- through the room, trying to avoid stepping on any of the candles. He wasn't sure if this damn X-Man uniform was fireproof or not, and he didn't want to find out. To survive robots and than end up being done in by a candle? That would just be sad.
Reaching the closet, he turned back to look at Wes; "Or did you move the book, after you got the urge to put up the pictures?" He glanced over at said pictures than, frowning for a second as he looked at the one from his and Wes 16th birthday part. Everyone looked so happy, and peaceful. The picture had been taken mere moments before Wesley had animated the table the cake was on, and the cake had meet the floor.
And than of course, Ryan had decided a cake fight was really the only way to top that ....
"It was there, but I took it out. It's um... over on the bed, I'm pretty sure." Wes was distracted. "Hang on, I'll find it."
And he used memory to find it with his power. He told it to shake a bit.
And nothing in that room shook. Except maybe Henning.
Wes turned drop-mouthed to his brother. "It's not here!"
Ryan stopped trying to navigate through the forest of candles on the floor, and looked over at Wesley. "It's not …" He looked at the bed, than back at Wes. "What do you mean it's not here?" Before Wesley could answer, Ryan was over at the bed, trying to sort through the sheets, and the pillows and . . .
"Well it couldn't just walk away!"
Possibly.
"Where did you put it?"
"I...I don't know..." Wes rubbed his head. Yeah, those curls of his were going everywhere. "After mom talked to me, things were a blur sorta."
"You don't –" Ryan's oh-so-sarcastic response was cut off, as what Wesley was saying sunk in. Keywords being Mom and talked. That old adrenaline was starting to kick in again, and Ryan had to resist the urge to do something rash.
"What to do you… Wes! Put out the damn candles, start from the beginning and tell me what happened!"
"Hey, the candles are lit for a..." He met his brother's eyes, realizing, yeah, he's being a bit cryptic. "Fine."
Wes looked at the candles and murmured and waves his hand extinguishing all the candles. "You can do that too." he muttered, not happy that Ry's still on this no-magic kick.
"I used my power on Agatha's book, but I told it to talk to me, not to move. And it did. It was Mom's voice. She said my name."
And Wes was the one who believed Wanda was dead after she disappeared.
"Crap." Yes there were better words, but that's all that Ryan could come up with at the moment. "Crap." Still not a great word, but still all that Ryan was able to come up with at the moment.
He reached out a hand to lean against the wall, and then; "We have to find that book." He took some purposeful steps towards the bookcase, and began pulling books off.
"I can't believe you lost the book!" Snapped over at Wesley, as he rummaged.
"I didn't LOSE it!" Wes yelled back. "It's here, I mean where the hell else would it go!?"
But the big picture here was that MOM TALKED TO WES and Ryan wasn't getting that. So he told him.
"Ry. Did you hear me? OR do you have an arrow stuck in your head? MOM talked to me!"
"Well it's someplace that isn't your bed. Or the closet, where it belongs!" Oh Ryan heard Wes all right, and there's nothing like some good old-fashioned frustration to make a twenty-four-year-old act like a six-year-old.
Their mom talked to Wes, while Ryan was off doing other things. Their mom talked to Wes because Wes had used his mutant powers. Their mom talked to Wes through a book that Wes no longer had . . . Yeah, Ryan was feeling a tad frustrated.
Turning from the bookshelf he looked around the room. "So where the hell is it Wes?"
"I DON'T KNOW!" Wes yelled back, then coughed. He needed water and his stomach growled just then. And food. And that outburst made him dizzy. He held his head for a second and leaned against the bed, thinking.
The silence was only masked with the constant "mrrooowrr....mrrrooowrr" of Henning.
"Mutt..." he said after a few seconds.
"WELL FIGURE IT –" Ryan's yell stopped abruptly as he saw Wes start holding his head. "Are you okay? Mutt what?" he glanced around, looking for the teleporting dog, then back at Wesley. "Seriously, are you okay?"
"I...haven't eaten." Wes spoke, holding out his hand to let Ryan know he certainly didn't want any help. "For quite a while..."
He tried to rake his fingers through his hair and they got stuck. Hmm, OK, shower, yes.
"Mutt must have come in here and took it with him. Is there pee in the bathroom?" It was a known fact that Mutt used their bathroom as a urinal.
"Well that wasn't very smart." Ryan had started to head over to Wes, to lend him a hand, but the hand that Wes held up, that stopped him. The yelling, and snarking as far as Ryan was concerned was in the past, he and Wes were cool again – except Wes obviously didn't want any help.
He headed over the bathroom and checked it out.
"All over the floor. I'm not cleaning it up." He added as he spun around, smiling a bit. He didn't like fighting, even briefly with Wes. "You should eat. And show. And shave. Than we'll talk about --- Mom. Did you call Dad?"
"There was no time for eating! Your fault, anyhow. It's your turn to stock the mini-fridge." Wes pointed out. He has been out of Fluff for weeks now.
"Gross. That damned dog needs better training. Look, I'm sure somehow Mutt transported it out with him. NO ONE came in or out."
He looked shocked. "Why would I call Dad? Like he'll believe it." He scratched his beard. Yeah, a shave would be good.
"Because if -- because Dad deserves to know." She was their mom, but he was their dad, they had been married, that counted for stuff, right? That gave their dad the right to know ... of course considering their dad. "Okay, we have to find that book. We have to find that dog, and than we have to find that book ..." He started for the door, turning to look back at Wes. "You coming, let's go find Magnar."
He paused than, eying his brother critically, before glancing down at himself, and observing the X-uniform.
"But maybe you should shave first. And I need to change."
Yes, he was very into finding that book, but the uniform ... not so comfortable.
"He does, but can we wait until we find the book. He's gone on so many ghost chases, Ry. I don't know if I could do that to him."
He was ready to walk right out that door with his open robe, t-shirt and boxers on when his brother stopped them. "Right... OK, give me 10, I need to clean."