I'm late, I'm late Who: Deadpool, Pyro, Scourge, Storm and Wild Child When: Half an hour-ish after HERE Where: The Capital Building What: Debriefing and preparation for the rescue Kyle Gibney had never been the most talented person when it came to technology. Early on it was discovered that providing the feral with any kind of gun or energy was little more than a death wish, as he had a very bad habit of firing them at the wrong place, the wrong time and while pointed in the wrong direction. It was likely little surprise that he was equally incompetent at other forms of technology. Storm had, fortunately, learned this early on and taken to dispatching someone directly to inform him of missions, otherwise the group was very likely to be short one clawed soldier.
Kyle had heard the phone ring, he had a small flip cellphone, though it rarely got any use, and was left off for days at a time due to his habit of forgetting to charge it. He heard it ring, but he happily ignored it in favor of his video game, blue eyes wide and transfixed by the colorful figures on the TV screen. He growled as the phone rang a second time, as if that would somehow make the distraction stop. An even more annoyed sound left his throat a short time later when someone banged on his front door.
"'Old on!" He shouted in the direction of the door, but the banging had distracted him enough to result in the death of his little sprite, the feral snarling and throwing the controller at the ground. "Dammitall..." He rumbled as he hauled himself to his feet and trudged to answer the door. He pulled the door open, having to kick dirty laundry out of to do so, glaring at the taller messenger who stood outside. "Whut is it?" He demanded.
Less than a minute later, Wild Child scrambled down the stairs of his apartment complex so quickly it really was a wonder he did not fall the rest of the way down. He had snatched up his uniform which was currently crumpled and held under one arm, grabbed his skateboard and was now headed full speed toward the Capital Building. Shit! Storm was gonna kill him! Or worse--she wouldn't wait for him and everyone would get to go do fun shit but him!
He broke into the meeting room for his debriefing a little late, shirtless and winded. Blue eyes shot this way and that as he surveyed who he would be on a mission with this go round. He tossed Storm a somewhat sheepish look of apology as he moved to flop himself in a chair and cracked a quick, toothy grin to the rest of the room. Finally, some action!