Wisdom, Pete Wisdom. (bloody_wisdom) wrote in x_2012, @ 2011-01-06 18:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | storm, wisdom |
Who: Wisdom, Storm
What: Another farewell
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Storm's room
Warnings: TBD
Pete's daily visit to Ororo had a certain sense of finality to it today, he felt as his steps led him towards the X-man's room. After his talk with Jamie, he had sent word to the rest of his Excalibur operatives, informing them officially of the team's disbandment. In some cases, as with Kurt, he had recommended them to the X-men team. Others, like Ruth, were left to make their own choices as to where to go from here. He had just heard that morning of Reed's once in a lifetime shot at a job he loved overseas, and he had a fair inkling that ailing Bryan would stick to his brother's side, but he had sent him a note encouraging him to become an X-man in training, in case he did stay behind. Unlikely, but stranger things had happened. He was confident that every one of them would find their place in the world. Even Shy had already found his niche in the fabric of the Haven, charged with maintaining and protecting all things network just like he did for Excalibur in his short stint there.
Reaching out to his very few other friends had turned out to be more difficult than that. Rictor was reported missing, which was quite worrisome, since he hadn't blipped on any radar lately. That meant that, if he was taken, whoever had him wasn't any governmental branch of any country he knew. He could only hope the man had chosen to disappear, and had gone to ground of his own free will. He was a good bloke, that Ric. It was a pity he wouldn't get to say goodbye.
As he reached Ororo's door, it occurred to him that he could only hope his goodbye didn't cause any hidden emotions to well up, like with him and Jamie. That had been a hard enough goodbye. He would miss Ororo deeply, her wisdom, her kindness, her pragmatism, her unfailing ability to call a spade a spade. He would miss leaving behind yet another someone whose judgment he trusted. As for other aspects of her relationship, he would miss that too, of course. But it was as if life had been preparing him for that, seeing as their friendship had stayed mostly platonic since her escape and later rescue. Pete had been a friend, checking up on her healing and her progress, making sure she was on the mend mentally and emotionally as well as physically. He had been affectionate, but he was carrying too much guilt regarding her capture for any of it to turn sexual. It always felt like it was too soon, and now it looked like it was likely to remain such, especially after that chat he'd had with Madrox.
Oi. What a tangled web we weave, indeed! he thought as he knocked on Storm's door and waited for an answer.