Who: Cyclops, tag Northstar (open) When: Sunday, October 12th, 2008 (7:30am) Where: Xavier's; dorms (Jean-Paul's room) What: Don't fuck with the Summers. Status: in progress Rating:PG-13
A bump-in with Alex had given him all the reasons he needed to confront Jean-Paul. Apparently the man had been pushing buttons since his transformation - more so than usual. Button-pushing was acceptable, if not completely annoying. But the Canadian bastard had choked his younger brother for nothing more than a mildly-suggestive utterance. Scott Summers wasn't having it. As he approached the other man's door, he attempted to prepare what he might say. Reprimand? A threat? Force?
Eh, he'd just wing it.
His fingers balled into a fist and he raised it to knock, but threw his shoulder into the door instead. The early morning sun barely made a dent in the darkness of the canuck's chamber. Well, Scott would see that that wasn't a problem anymore.
Cyclops moved with deliberation to the first covered window, and ripped off the barriers, "Good morning!" he shouted, with a bit of a manic tone. He moved on to the next window and repeated stripping it of its sun-blocking shades. The morning sun streamed into the room now, "Professor Beaubier, there's a matter I'd like to discuss with you." He now stood at the foot of the French-spitting bastard's bed, arms crossed, prepared to reenact the exchange Jean-Paul and Alex had shared the night before. But this time, Jean-Paul would be the victim.