Who: Warren Worthington NPCs: Bunch o' reporters When: 10/19 Where: Outside Worthington Industries What: After years of putting it off, Warren comes out as a mutant, and feels the need to do so publicly. Rating: PG
This was a bad idea, but it was far too late to get out of it now. Which, Warren told himself with a bit of grim humor, was the point; he'd been dragging his feet over this for ten years, and in spite of the fact that he was resolved to do it, the habit of stalling and the fear of it were still alive and well. Accordingly, he’d laid his plans to take his own reluctance into account.
In a few short minutes, he’d tell the world - or at least however many were watching and cared - that he was a mutant. Part of him dearly wanted just to tell his friends, his family, and be done with it. But the very physical nature of his mutation and his inherited position in society meant that he had to say something about it, and it was far better to do this once and have done with it.
He’d already spoken about it with his parents, of course, and he was merely grateful he’d never have to have the conversation ever again. It went as he’d dreaded: his father stormed out at the mere announcement that he was, in fact, a mutant, and while his mother had managed to sit through the entire thing, she’d also wrung her hands and asked what this meant for the family.
He really couldn’t answer that, and an epiphany followed swiftly on its heels: he couldn’t live for the Worthington name, not the way they wanted him to. He could only live for himself. And as the powerswap had shown, he could not live without his wings, and he had long realized that he detested hiding them. Logically speaking, the only path open to him was to reveal himself, ride out the storm that the announcement would bring, and trust that it would soon blow over as the public shifted their attention to far more interesting fare.
Taking a deep breath, Warren stepped up to the podium, and gave the statement Felicia had so carefully written out for him. There were questions, of course, and he dodged most of them the best he could - and when he grew tired of being evasive, he stepped away from the podium, shrugged off his coat, and spread his wings. He took advantage of the moment of stunned silence to blithely fly off in the general direction of his apartment; it deviated a little from the script, but it felt so very good to fly free at last.