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Warren Worthington III (wingsofwhite) wrote in no_good_deed,
@ 2011-04-25 10:11:00

Entry tags:

aasimar, angel, boom boom, incomplete, northstar, open

Who: Warren OT Tabby, JP, Dante, and some NPC kids
What: Testing some new security features.
When: Monday morning, 10 am
Where: First floor, foyer
Rating: We'll start at PG. Could change.

It had been decided on Friday around four in the afternoon, Warren would meet several people downstairs to begin some tests, real tests, on the security systems he was working on upgrading. And just as he'd been getting ready to finish out a fifth scan of the new codes, he came across a glitch. It was something so small but a thing that had to be fixed before anything could proceed. So he'd contacted everyone who'd volunteered to help, and went back to work. Now it was Monday morning, and he was ready.

Down to the foyer he went with his laptop in hand and a determined look on his face. He wore jeans and a t-shirt, deciding casual was the best way to go today. As he walked down the hallway, two students flanking him, he looked like some kind of vigilante angel out on the prowl. One, a boy by the name of Anson, carried a few bottles of water and the other, a girl who called herself Conduit, a device that resembled the speed clocker guns that cops used. When they reached the foyer the students placed their items where Warren instructed, while Warren pulled over a small side table and set his computer on top of it.

"All right," he said after a minute of typing and studying the screen. "Now we just wait for the others to show up."

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x_northstar
2011-04-26 05:48 am UTC (link)

Thankfully, Jean-Paul didn't have any classes to teach until later. Not that he was jumping at the gun to be a rab lat for the security system (he'd seen what it could do, and would hate to get caught in the middle of it), but he was anxious to test himself and, of course, to get a chance to see Warren now that he was back. It had only been a few hours since Jean-Paul woke up and yet that was still enough time for him to become sufficiently restless and bored, even with a productive morning.

Already dressed and ready to go, he began entertaining himself with writing. While he enjoyed it, it never lasted very long and as soon as his watch told him it was ten o' clock on the dot (he wasn't a stickler for time, but he needed to do something), Jean-Paul whizzed down to the foyer, catching the end of Warren's sentence.

"Waiting for someone?" He asked, a grin spreading over his face as he found one of the few chairs decorating the small space. He sprawled across, dangling one leg over the arm as his arms crossed over his chest. Well, now he had to do the waiting unless Warren could start with just him...and the others that were already there.

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ex_aasimar883
2011-04-26 03:01 pm UTC (link)

Dante, had been right on time, as was usual for him. He had already arrived. His all white outfit was loose, and comfortable. It allowed for maximum mobility and suited his taste to the letter. Dante just smiled and nodded at Warren, even though that hadn't actually met each other before, but he recognized the man from a description that he received from one of the students.

Dante knew that some of the students would be prowling around and watching what was going on, and he himself wondered what was going to be happening and what they were going to be testing. Dante wasn't really worried, and couldn't think of a reason why he should be. He was pretty tough, and spent time in the gym every day. He kept his body lean and trim. He would rate his health as tip top, if anyone asked him.

Dante didn't hear Jean-Paul come in, until he spoke. Dante turned around and confirmed what he already knew to be true. It was Jean-Paul, and even the mere thought of the man gave him a few butterflies in his stomach. Dante made a small wave at him, before he turned around and faced the front, and gave Warren all of his attention. Well, not all of it, but most of it.

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double_dynamite
2011-04-26 04:14 pm UTC (link)

"We start yet my peeps?!"
Never one to miss making an entrance Tabby bounced into the room with one earbud dangling in her ear and swung an arm around Warren's shoulder. Standing on her tiptoes ever so slightly to do so, she winked at him, nodded to Dante and JP and gave the kids her best smile. She'd gone casual today with jeans and an obnoxiously pink Ramones tee; and was glad the majority of the room had done so as well.

She did have the courtesy to shut her iPod down before Warren or the others started speaking. Didn't mean she was gonna move her arm though. Dude made a good leaning post.

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wingsofwhite
2011-04-26 05:58 pm UTC (link)

He saw Dante first and Warren offered a hand in greeting. "Hey, nice to finally put a name with a face. I'm Warren." He looked young, almost too young to be a teacher of any kind. But if Ororo hired him it must have been for a good reason. Dressed in all white, if the kid had Warren's wings he'd look more the part of an angel than Warren did himself. It was a little disconcerting at first. If he were the type to be jealous over looks, he'd be jealous of this kid. Then again, the countless numbers in his contact list of beautiful women was enough affirmation for him to know there was no need to be jealous.

Warren turned abruptly, startled to hear a voice. His serious expression was broken by a grin when he realized who had spoken. "JP." He sure did like to make an entrance. The last time they'd seen each other was on New Year's Eve at Kitty's party. Their conversation had been fun, flirty and teasing. Jean-Paul just had an air about him that made Warren playful in a way he wasn't usually. He liked women, loved women. But Jean-Paul would be the exception if there ever was one. As Tabby walked in and slung an arm around his shoulder, he shook his head. "Looks like we're all here. Everyone know each other?"

He made brief introductions, mostly for the students' sakes, before poking Tabitha in the ribs as a way of getting out from under her arm for a moment. He went to his computer and turned it around so everyone could see the screen. "While Hank was in the basement after the attack taking care of Kitty, he managed to get into the security system that was supposed to have been shut down and log everything that was happening in as a binary code. There was an electrokinetic that thought she shut down the system, but what she really did was put it into hibernation. As a secondary security procedure, the computer took images that the security cameras should have picked up but didn't and broke them down into short little descriptions, almost play-by-plays and wrote them out like...this." He pulled up a document full of zeros and ones. "I've had one of the top computer techs at my company go through this and we're about a three-quarters of the way through."

Wetting his lips, he turned to the five faces looking in his direction. "Basically we have the potential to know everything they did, how they got in, and how to fix it. Using what we already know, I've gone ahead and made a few...alterations." There was no mistaking the mischievous undertone in his statement or the twitch of a smile he was trying to hide. "JP, Tabs, I know what you can do. Anson here is a teleporter, something of a mix between Kitty and Nightcrawler in abilities. Conduit is an electropath. Not the same as an electrokinetic, granted, but helpful none the less." He looked at Dante, the only person whose powers were still a mystery. "What do you bring to the table, Dante?"

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x_northstar
2011-04-29 09:36 pm UTC (link)

Jean-Paul returned Dante's greeting, giving a wave of his own before he made himself comfortable. Even his expression was laid-back with just a subtle grin that was reserved for Warren. Oh, yes, he remembered that party and how it changed his view of Warren a little, giving him so hope in that area. Or maybe it'd just created a challenge that he was more than willing to take. As Tabby appeared, Jean-Paul gave her a little wink and sat up as the introductions went around.

Leaning forward with his elbows propping him up against his knees, his face scrunched up in concentration. The explanation wasn't the part Jean-Paul was here for, especially since most of it was gibberish. He wasn't a computer - or really much of a tech - savvy person. As the monitor flashed with rows of numbers, he gave Warren a confused look that said something along the lines of, Who the hell could understand that? At least it was useful to him and finally the conversation got around to something he could actually help with.

He stood up but remained a little bit toward the back, his eyes following Warren's to Dante as he realized he didn't know what his powers were either. Thus, he was quite excited to see what the new mutant could do.

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ex_aasimar883
2011-04-30 01:56 am UTC (link)

Dante listened intently and nodded. It made enough sense for him to follow along anyways. The whole setup looked a little complicated, and he was sort of scared to get near it just in case it shorted out or something. At least is was nice outside, as usual, Dante was barefooted, as he enjoyed the feel of grass on the bottom of his feet.

To be honest, he didn't really know why he was here, and now that JP was here, the one person in the mansion that he would love to be asked out by, if he screwed up or looked stupid in any way, he could throw that wish in the trash, along with half of the food that his students prepared in class. He allowed his mind to wander, until he heard his name.

"Oh." He replied. "Well I.." He stammered for a moment. It was ok to talk about it here, and this would be the first time he really talked about his powers. "I know that I can fly, and I have enhanced strength and strength. Oh, and I can also become invulnerable when I need to be." The last part he said very quietly. His face was visibly red from embarrassment. Was it so natural to talk about powers so candidly?

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double_dynamite
2011-04-30 05:58 pm UTC (link)

Tabby had made a face as Warren stopped being her arm rest, but quickly made up for it by standing next to Anson and listened as Warren spoke-she did well with computers, always had so she managed to keep up for the most part.

However, when Dante spoke of his powers-as though he was embarrassed by them she grinned and gave the angelic man a thumbs up. "Niiiice!" That boy really needed to get out of his little shell.
If the adorable as hell little looks Dante kept throwing J.P. were anything to go by, then she might just be able to give him reason to branch out; but that was for another day. Right now she had a chance to fight and work her powers.

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wingsofwhite
2011-05-02 05:22 pm UTC (link)

"We're going to go through the night of the attack step by...You're giving me that look, JP, like I'm the wrong bag of chips from a vending machine." He couldn't help his ow smirk at the other man, followed by a slight shake of his head. If that wasn't the perfect set up for a comment with double meaning, he didn't know what was. Whether or not Jean-Paul would play off of that remained to be seen. He was hard to read at times, sometimes not caring about who was around and other times remaining insanely private. "Like I was saying, step by step." He turned his gaze to Tabby with a touch of concern. "Out of all of us, you were the only one here that night. So if any of this gets to be too much for you, say the word and we'll be done." As much as Warren could be the serious business-man or the flirtatious playboy, there was a wildly protective streak in him when it came to the mansion resident that were even slightly younger than him. Tabby certainly was not the exception since he'd known her for quite some time now.

"Invulnerability..." Warren mumbled thoughtfully. His face lit with a grin and he clapped Dante on the shoulder. "You'll be perfect for the second test, then." And that was pretty much all the information any of them were going to get right now.

Warren looked at Anson and gave him a nod. "Try and shut it down." The teenager walked over to the security box on the wall by the front door and placed his hand over it, gentle, as though not to break something delicate. His head went down and his eyes closed. After seconds the lights flickered but never went out. Two seconds later and Anson was looking up, a grin breaking his serious demeanor. "That's funny." He turned to the others and said, "I told it several different ways to shut down or go into hibernation. I kept getting no reply until the last time. The computer actually sad. 'Who is General Failure and why are you hacking into my system?' Then I was stonewalled." He slapped Warren a high five. "Good stuff, man."

"Thank you." With a not so humble smile on his face, Warren turned to the others. "Now if you would be so kind as to follow me outside." He picked up the odd gun-shaped device Conduit had deposited by the wall and led the small group out into the sunny spring morning. "All of you, outside the gate. Once it closes behind you..." He looked at Dante. "I want you to try and get in first, then someone else try and push the gate open after Dante does. Hopefully I got the settings right."

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x_northstar
2011-05-02 09:46 pm UTC (link)

Jean-Paul's expression broke at Warren's words, turning into something of a humorous grin. Imagining that scenario literally, he could picture himself using the same look, and that was just funny to him. But looking at it differently meant something else entirely. "You're just my brand of chips," he joked with that natural air of confidence he always wore. The only time that broke was around disagreeable people, which was actually quite a lot.

He followed the conversation, glancing at Tabitha and then Dante as he explained his powers. Just call us fly boys, he thought since they he and Warren could also fly, though Warren's ability was more obvious than his own. However, hearing that invulnerability would be perfect for a test made that test sound rather dangerous and Jean-Paul perked an eyebrow. Ah well, they didn't need him for it.

At least the security system seemed better, too. Jean-Paul wasn't made for all of that, but he still watched with a mild curiosity as Anson tried shutting it down. It seemed like Warren had done a good job so far and Jean-Paul gave him a pleased look as a silent congratulations of sorts. He followed the rest outside and, per the instructions, he walked outside of the gate and waited with his arms crossed to see just what would happen once Dante tried getting in.

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ex_aasimar883
2011-05-02 10:11 pm UTC (link)

Dante watched as the kid seemed to almost spaz out and shut down. What was he doing? It then became rather apparent that he was trying to mess with the power grid or something like that. The kid was unsuccessful, but was very happy about it. Dante actually hadn't been here for the attack on the mansion, but he had seen the news about it. Dante eyed the gun warily, as he stepped outside of the gate and watched it close behind them.

Dante just nodded nervously as he walked up to the gate. His eyes began to emit a faint golden glow, as did his hands. Dante carefully placed his hands on the gate and began to push. Was he supposed to try to destroy the gate or punch through it perhaps? He wondered curiously. He had tapped into his 'angelic form', and although there wasn't a physical change in his muscle mass, he was much stronger, and his hands would be immune to any form of damage that the gate might have emitted.

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double_dynamite
2011-05-04 03:49 am UTC (link)

Tabitha looked around casually, noting all the places that could meet the end of her bombs, as she hung back and waited for Dante.

She'd always been more 'blow em up, punch, and kick first' kind of fighter so tactics and planning sent her into a daze.
She'd gotten slightly better about it over the years, but seeing how she, as warren pointed out, was here during the attack she was a little less inclined to be studious. She wanted to protect the kids here. The ones who had no place to go and didn't need to be looking over their shoulders in the one place they were supposed to be safe.

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wingsofwhite
2011-05-05 02:18 am UTC (link)

As soon as the others were walking toward the gate, Warren gave a great flap of his wings and took to the sky. There was no feeling close to flying, feeling the wind flow through the feathers of his wings and hold his body like a protective embrace. He rose until he was high enough to be able to see the entirety of the front lawn as well as the gate, hoping the group would be able to hear him when he called down instructions. If not, he had a back up plan of walkies stashed outside. Holding the radar gun, Warren did a quick scan of the grounds and nodded his satisfaction at what appeared on his screen. He hovered in the air with rhythmic beats of his wings, bobbing up and down ever so slightly like a lure on the surface of a lake.

Looking down at the five outside the main gate, Warren's gaze went first to Jean-Paul, then to Dante as the younger man began a slow and obvious transformation. As he wrapped his hands around the thick iron bars, Warren turned the radar gun in their direction and watched with great concentration. After a minute, he looked up and called, "Okay. Now someone else try it. Remember, this is for science." Or something else noble like improving the level of safety at the mansion.

Whoever was brave enough to step forward and touch the gates would have quite the shock, literally. Unless it was the female student. He looked up quickly and called, "Anyone but Conduit." That bit still needed some tweaking. But anyone else who touched the gate would find themselves feeling quickly drained of energy and slightly disoriented. At least that was the goal.

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double_dynamite
2011-05-05 04:33 am UTC (link)

"Yo Warren I'm gonna take the back gates!" Saluting him Tabitha marched off, humming the Indiana Jones theme under her breath. She could do this-hell she'd broken into way fancier places, but at least it was for good this time.
She smiles when she reached her destination and rubbed her palms together with an evil smile. Not soon after to soccer ball sized bombs were tossed at the fence-and set off. The resulting shock sent her back a few inches. "Ow! Ohhohoh I am so gonna get you know you stupid thing." She upped the size once more, only to be met with another shock-annoyed and smelling vaguely of burnt hair she squared her shoulders, bent her knees and let out two beach ball sized bombs, followed by about a hundred of her firecrackers. She was honestly hoping to overheat the stupid thing.

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wingsofwhite
2011-05-06 03:50 pm UTC (link)

Okay, so the walkies were really going to come in handy if they were going to split up. So would his little radar gun that Kitty had wired to tap into the wireless security feed. he'd need to see where they all were at any given time during this testing period. before Tabitha got to the back gate, Warren swooped down to land and run inside for what he needed. he was back out before he could really miss anything, and back in the air in an instant.

"Tabby, catch!" He flapped overhead and tossed one of the walkies down to her before she began her assault on the gate. Watching her first go and being zapped, it was impossible not to at least chuckle. A second go had him actually laughing out loud. By the time she was rapid-fire bombing the gate Warren was more amused than he'd been in awhile. "Shutting down back gate security," he announced. Tabitha could throw whatever she wanted at those gates all day and she'd never get anywhere. Scanning the metal itself showed no structural weakness or loss of integrity. That was good.

Now that she was in the gates, what would she do?" "Think like the enemy, Tabs." Would she try to let her comrades in or head for the school itself?

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