Alex Summers (raisehavok) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-04-07 01:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | alex summers |
Who: Alex and OPEN.
What: That is what Alex would like to know! (Aka arrival.)
When: Tonight
Where: Outside of a closed TGIFridays.
Warnings: Not many.
Whoever thought suspension from classes was a punishment was a freaking genius. A two week vacation from class when he could pretend to be all penitent in public and play a ton of COD? Alex Summers was okay with that particular punishment. It wasn’t like he was really learning anything from it. While he was sorry about the prison riot, he didn’t blame himself for it. How could he have known this whole thing was Magneto’s plan? In point of fact, if he hadn’t gone to the Triskelion to rescue Lorna, Magneto would have been able to get out unchallenged instead of being apprehended. Admittedly, the moments on that ledge weren’t exactly shining examples of his competency, but the fact was if he hadn’t been there to distract the master of magnetism, he’d have escaped. Besides, he still insisted he was right that Lorna didn’t belong behind bars, and if she did, she certainly didn’t deserve to be locked up with this generations Hitler. So what was there for him to learn from this punishment? He’d do it again in a heartbeat.
It was that very thing he was heading to Ms. Frost’s office to discuss with her. While he had no problem riding out the suspension and letting things drift back to whatever degree of normalcy a school full of mutants and geniuses could ever get, he respected Emma just a bit too much to insult her intelligence. He needed to man up and admit that this punishment wouldn’t change much of anything. He knew she would understand if he just had a chance to explain. How could she not? With everything that had been going on, how could anyone not understand why he wouldn’t want his totally innocent girlfriend locked up with Mag-fucking-neto? Alex would’ve ripped into Nick “Holier-Than-Thou” Fury about that, if he hadn’t been absolutely sure the bald guy would’ve killed him in the first half minute. Alex may have lost a lot of respect for the military in recent years, but he had no doubt that guys like Fury were still probably more capable than half the superpopulation of the world combined. Alex knew Emma would get it. She’d be pissed for awhile, about the stolen car and the PR nightmare and, yeah, about not telling her about it beforehand, but she’d get it. Maybe talking to her would keep his friends from being punished. That was really what he wanted to get out of all this. Sam, Doug, Jean-Paul and Roberto didn’t deserve to be punished for helping him out, especially not when it was the right thing to do.
But it didn’t matter, because as Alex turned the corner into the hallway that was supposed to lead to Emma’s office, it…didn’t. In fact, it wasn’t the hallway he was supposed to be in at all. He may not have had as high a situational awareness as his younger brother, but even he could tell right away when the freaking layout changed and he went from turning a corner in a hallway in the administration wing of a plush boarding school to a freaking TGIFRIDAYS. His first thought, that Scott had miraculously grown a sense of humor and had that freaky looking demon guy on his team teleport him to a TGIFridays, was almost immediately thrown out. Scott growing a sense of humor would happen just after the entire universe ended, and not a second before. Besides, even if he had, Scott was way too paranoid to pull a prank like this. Teleporting him into a public place like this, with security cameras that were even now tracking his every move? No way. That would be a PR nightmare. If Scott were going to teleport him anywhere as a prank, it would be a desert, or maybe an abandoned house. This was something else. Fury? Some kind of petty little revenge for the muties getting one over on him? No. No, Fury was a douchebag, but he wasn’t a bigot. He also wasn’t the type for bizarre revenge. Alex knew the way guys like Fury operated. If Fury took it into his head that Alex was a threat to civilization waiting to happen, he’d simply have one of his highly paid and entirely unacknowledged assassins he kept off the books take him out. Alex was by no means the most powerful mutant in existence, and even if he was, most powers weren’t passive. Easiest way to take out what you saw to be an emerging threat would be with a high powered scope from far enough away that there’d be no time for the mutant in question to acquire a target for any last-breath retaliatory strike. This wasn’t Fury. That meant his suspect pool was significantly narrowed. Whatever this was, it was bigger than some petty grudge or personal prank. That meant that whatever it was, he couldn’t figure this out standing around at a restaurant. He glanced around at the empty tables in the restaurant and without offering so much as a grunt of confusion, turned and headed for the door. He could be thankful, at least, that he wasn’t in his uniform. Instead he was in regular clothes, a blue button-down left undone with a white t-shirt underneath, a pair of black jeans, and a pair of boots were significantly less attention-drawing than a skintight black suit with blue linework, after all. Getting out of the closed restaurant wasn’t hard. All it took was a good stiff blast, although the cameras would probably be able to catch a brief flash of energy and the patterns of circles that often ringed his blasts and hovered around him when he used his powers. While Alex was usually the type to blast away, he understood that sometimes discretion was the better part of valor, so he put just enough oomph behind this concussive blast to blow open the two sets of doors. Then he quickly rushed through, caught the outer set before they could topple over, and leaned them carefully against the door frame so it wasn’t immediately apparent that their hinges had been reduced to slag. All he could do as he did ti was hope nobody happened by on the street to catch him destroying the doors of a closed restaurant…