dear_mun | On mun finally seeing X-Men: Apocalypse, and immediately adopting him as a muse.

Why would anyone hate having wings? The idea of flying is ... [Magical? Enthralling? There's a million words he could say, but he lets the sentence trail off instead.

And let's not discuss the plane crash.] My own mun is curious as to which scene you are speaking of.

Oh, it's you. [His expression isn't exactly one of hatred or disgust, but definitely dislike, at least.] He's from a different time. Mutants aren't as popular, and he grew up hiding his wings. His...I guess "our" dad used his connections in the pharmaceutical industry to try and find a cure.

[And the question makes him grin. It's a little unsettling.] The scene where the guy who looks like a dried blueberry gave back what you took from me. [He extends the metal wings on his back. If Warren was a sin, he'd be "Pride". He can practically hear "The Four Horsemen" as he thinks about it.]

Ja, it's me. [He swallows hard, despite the lump forming in his throat - a nervous motion, although he's straightening a bit to seem less intimidated.] I see. I think I may have talked to an alternate you at some point.

[O-Oh, boy. Kurt's shoulders go rigid, but he stands his ground, attempting to cover his tenseness with nervous laughter.] Ah ... haha. 'Dried blueberry.' [The scrape of metal on metal makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up, his breathing increasing in pace, tail lashing wildly.] Look, I didn't mean to ... to ...

[He's not twitching at all.]

[Warren raises his hand, relaxing his wings at the same time.]

I know you didn't. I'm pissed off, but it's not just you. My mun's got it all worked out. That I ran away from home because I was sick of being my dad's prized mutant, and that I joined that freak show in Germany because it let me be who I wanted to be.

[He stretches out one wing, flicking off a few of his feathers idly at the wall.]

If not you, it would've been someone else. Nur still would've found me, and made me his Archangel of Death. Not your fault, kid. You were just the unlucky bastard that got thrown in the ring with me.

[When the hand is raised, the blue boy slackens, but only just; he's still wary, since he doesn't know Warren's exact intentions.]

So, you wanted to be a cage fighter? Why would you want to fight your own kind? I sure didn't and we see how well that turned out.

[His eyes dart to where the projectiles pierce into the wall, an anxious shiver zippering up his spine.]

Without En Sabah Nur, you don't have to be ... the Angel of Death anymore. I know and I can't say this enough, really - I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I could've done without the cage. [He smirks.] After all, you know what they say about birds and cages. But...fighting other mutants was all I could do to not be killed myself, and to...I guess show that I'm more than just my name.

[He just shakes his head.]

I know that. He never really gave a shit about any of us. Just uplifted us so he'd have someone to watch him while he did his whole "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" thing.

[Warren just gives the blueberry a flat look.]

You really need to stop apologizing, Nightcrawler. You're tougher than you give yourself credit. First guy to ever really give me a real fight.

They don't do well with being caged in. You should be free to fly whenever you wish - take to the sky and make it your own. [A beat.] That would make sense, I suppose. You certainly have plenty of skill to fight and defeat many foes.

[Excluding him, apparently.]

Well, the false god never stood a chance against the X-Men. Two of his other followers even turned against him.

[Kurt blinks then raises his shoulders in a shrug, bringing a hand up to rest against the back of his neck.]

Everyone tells me that. It doesn't make my pacifism lessen any and when we were fighting, there was motivation for everything that I did. [He cringes slightly, knowing that it's not an excuse for what he did and at the fact that Warren has used his codename and the last time they'd met was ...]

Kurt. My name is Kurt.

No, they definitely don't. [Her grins.] But maybe I will, now. Take what Nur gave me, and put it to better use.

[Warren nods.]

I don't think Nur really knew what he was getting when he grabbed Erik. Guy's goddamn terrifying all by himself. [Warren shivers himself, thinking of Auschwitz.] And you can probably make that three of his followers.

[Warren extends his hand.]

Fighting for survival's a pretty damn good reason. So is protecting people.

[Then, as an afterthought.]

Warren...Worthington.

I agree wholeheartedly with that idea! Take your life into your own hands and keep yourself from that cage.

[His tail twitches again - a slightly more uncomfortable motion this time at the mention of Magneto.]

Erik is ... ridiculously powerful. If he had really wanted to destroy the world, it would happen. [Well, correction there.] Could happen. Ah, three? The other woman ...

[Kurt hesitates in his statement, staring at Warren's hand then lifting his broad golden eyes to gape at him.]

Sehr wunderbar! We could always use more people willing to become X-Men.

[And he's beaming as he moves to take hold of Warren's outstretched limb with his own tri-fingered hand.]

It's nice to finally have a conversation with you that does not involve any fighting, Warren! [Of course, his German accent is unavoidable and the name sounds more like 'Varren', but hey, at least he's trying.]

It's...hard to think about. Coming back from that I mean. He gave me these...[His wings rustle. Horrible scraping and clanging and all.] and I was ready to lay down my life for him. And then he called me "useless".

[There's a dangerous look in Warren's eyes. God forbid Apocalypse ever coming back, because Warren would hunt him to the ends of the earth. But at Kurt's comment, Warren shrugs.]

We'll see. Ororo was one thing, she chose to betray Nur. He betrayed me. Would your Professor want someone like me around?

[Warren makes no secret of the rage bubbling inside of him. He can't promise that it won't linger.]

But likewise. It's nice to be called something other than "Angel" for once.

Understandably so. [The noise is still not the most pleasant thing, but at least he doesn't jolt or cringe this time.] He cared for no one but himself and proved that when you ... well, you know.

[Being this close to Warren, he can see the insidious intent in his gaze and before drawing his hand back, his fingers lightly grip the other male's in a comforting squeeze. If Apocalypse were to come back, at least Angel would not be alone.]

She did, although I was speaking of the woman in purple. With how many times he has forgiven Erik, I don't see why he wouldn't be willing to give you a second chance. I would vouch for you, considering you were not in full control of your mind because of the influence Apocalypse had on you.

[Kurt tucks both arms behind his back now, fingers lacing together near the base of his tail; he can't and won't blame Warren for the anger he feels toward the false god - the man had toyed with him and when the time came that the winged warrior had fallen in battle, he'd treated him with no respect whatsoever.]

I can imagine. You could, ah, still use the name as a codename, if you do decide to join the X-Men. Like how I am slowly re-adapting to 'Nightcrawler'.

I think that's always been his way. How else did he end up underground in Egypt? Someone buried him. You don't bury someone like that unless you hate them.

[Warren's grip is nearly white-knuckled, but he slackens at the show of support.]

Psylocke? She'll come around eventually, but I don't really see her as the "Spandex Brigade" type. She's the one who brought Nur to me. [Warren was one of the few people who knew Psylocke by her "human" name, since she'd come to Caliban around the same time he had, looking for anonymity.] But...uhh...thanks for that.

[At the suggestion of re-using "Angel" as his codename, Warren shakes his head.]

I don't know if I'd wanna be "Angel" again. Angel was a cage fighter from East Berlin. I'm something else.

That's an extremely valid point. It makes me wonder who buried him in the first place.

[Well, he's thankful that his hand isn't going to end up being crushed.]

Must be her name. I fell unconscious after the over-exertion of my powers. I'm sure the Professor would let her get away with wearing the outfit she was in last. [They had all been equipped with their own certain uniforms anyway, so what would be the problem with Psylocke wearing what was comfortable for her?] You hesitated, but you're welcome either way.

[Nightcrawler frowns at that, drawing his hand up to his chin, nose wrinkling in thought.]

It would be the easiest thing to go with, but what would you choose?

I'm guessing it was some of his "subjects" way back when. He wouldn't say, but the fact that he had just the four of us guarding that pyramid tells me how much trust he had in flatscans.

[Why yes, Warren is slightly racist against non-mutants. Blame his dad.]

That's assuming that she'd even want to join. Nur really got to her, I think. More than the rest of us, anyway. He didn't turn on her the way he did the rest of us.

[Warren runs a hand through his hair, thinking. Everything that pops into his head just sounds silly, until he thinks about his middle name. Michael. The archangel.]

Archangel. It's a warning as much as a name.

((OOC: Bee tee dubs, do you have Kurt somewhere? I'd love to play off my Warren in a regular RP setting :-D))

So, his downfall from long ago followed him into the future. They do say that those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. What are ... 'flatscans'?

[The only humans Kurt dislikes right now are the ones from the fight club in Germany.]

I believe he really got to all of you. The only reason he did not turn his back on her is because she continued to follow orders. We lost track of her after the final battle ended.

[His arm lowers, a wide, fang-filled grin returning to his face at the name Warren puts out there.]

'Archangel'. [Kurt repeats the name, letting it roll off his tongue before nodding in agreement.] It's perfect, Warren!

[ooc: o-oh my goodness, i'd be flattered! i'm currently only over at bakerstreet, but they have TONS of things to play with!]

Well, I think he was trying to keep from making the same mistake, he just made piss-poor choices with his Horsemen. [He laughs.] Man, you really don't get out much, do you? A flatscan's what some of us call non-mutants. That thing they made back in the 70's that's supposed to detect mutants? It just shows a flat line when you hold it up to any regular person, hence "flatscan".

[Warren's relationship could best be described as love-hate. He hated them because they worshipped him, for all the wrong reasons. That, combined with his in-born arrogance, made him occasionally not-very-nice. At Kurt's comment, Warren shrugs.]

I guess so. He offered us all something we thought we wanted, but only so we'd follow him on his fool's errand in Cairo. Pylocke's a slippery one though. You ever meet the bald guy in Berlin? Caliban? She occasionally made runs for him, psi-wiping cops and stuff like that, so that the mutants that came across his doorstep could leave the country without anyone noticing.

[That cocky grin returns to his face.]

Like that? I figure it's a good way to remind myself where I've come from. What I'm fighting, and all of that mushy stuff.

((OOC:I've had some interaction with BS. A friend in another comm is playing

thelittlestbub, and I tagged a thread their thread as Jonothon Starsmore XD))

Hmmm ... Poor choices only in the fact that he didn't know what great mutants he was messing with. [His grin broadens.] Not exactly. Living in America is still something that I am adapting to. Ach, I see. I'm not sure if I have ever come into contact with that sort of device.

[In the circus, Nightcrawler was safe; the humans there just thought he was a boy in body paint, but after it was taken over by a new owner ... things went a bit downhill. Even more so when he was kidnapped from the Munich circus and brought into the fight club.]

The idea of receiving something in return usually draws people in or at least gives them something to fight for. Caliban ... [A beat.] That must be where Raven took me when we were leaving Germany. I think Psylocke was there at the time. It's ... too bad she was drawn into Apocalypse's grasp - it sounds like she was doing good.

[There's a light blush creeping across his cheeks as he dips his head and lifts his left shoulder in a half-shrug.]

It's a good choice, that's for sure. 'Mushy stuff', huh? I never imagined that you would be one for that sort of thing.

[ooc: oh, awesome! i've seen them around on bakerstreet before and they're great! as is jonothon ♥ i've got an entry on kurt's journal with some memes i've thrown him in, if any of those interest you? if not, we could find a different one to play on!]

Whatever you say, Kurt. [He grins.] If he wanted loyalty, he shouldn't have been so quick to dismiss us when his little bodyswap scheme went sideways. [He waves a hand.] You probably wouldn't have. After that fiasco in D.C. in the 70's, only a few of 'em ever got out into the public. Trask's whole "anti-mutant" thing didn't last very long after Mystique outed mutants as heroes.

[Warren's pretty sure that at least part of Trask's business had involved his father's, what with needing to know how mutant biology worked. He'd had way more exposure to it all than he liked to talk about.]

Caliban's got the corner market on that stuff, at least over in Europe. I think it's part of his mutation, identifying mutants or something like that. Psylocke though? She was in it for the paycheck, and a chance to use that blade of hers and not feel guilty about it. She's kind of a piece of work, heh.

[Warren waves it off, Kurt's reading further into it than he needs to.]

I'm not. I just...need something to ground me. Remind me that there's a monster hiding in here. [Warren thumps his knuckles against his chest. Apocalypse had done more than just transformed his wings, after all, but left a piece of himself in Warren. A piece that Warren tried very hard to ignore.]

Oh, whatever I say? [Kurt's own smirk widens, far more insidious than it had been a few minutes ago. Seriously, Warren - don't offer him that much power.] As I said before, he only cared about himself. When it came down to it, he couldn't get what he wanted, he lost all of his followers, and he was destroyed. [He perks at the mention of Mystique and nods quickly in agreement.] She really helped all of us with that.

[He's been warned about Trask and Stryker both now. Here's to hoping that neither of them decide to show up and start causing any sort of trouble.]

That would certainly explain his ... eyes. They looked far different - even from my own. Well, we all do things for a reason and I've learned that even as mutants, there are many similarities between us and humans.

[It's kind of Kurt's job to read too much into things; he's far too curious for his own good and wants to learn everything that he can.

Kurt frowns at the winged warrior calling himself a 'monster', taking a step forward and puffing himself up as best as he can. He rests his hands at his hips, tail flicking over his right shoulder so the spade can point at Warren.] You're not a monster, Warren. Everybody has dark thoughts and some of us follow through with them, but ... no matter how far we stray, we can always be brought back to the right path.

I don't think any of us really wanted what he did, either. We followed him, but none of us really bought his whole "mutants ruling the world" schtick. [Warren shakes his head.] "Helping" is one way to put it. For every human that loves us, there's as many or more like those clowns in the fight club, who just use us because they think they can get away with it. Mystique kinda let the genie out of the bottle without thinking about the consequences.

[The likes of Trask and Stryker were one of the few things that would make Warren return to the States and reclaim his inheritance, in order to fight the anti-mutant sentiments brewing in the government.]

Right? Caliban's good people, as long as you've got coin for passage. He's one of the few mutants who's actually really doing good. The money's just overhead for keeping his bar open.

[Warren is more than willing to give him a full education on sarcasm and how not-nice the world can be for mutants, if only to save the poor kid from getting flayed alive by a church.]

That's the funny thing. This...thing, in me. It's...something he left behind when he did this to me. [His wings rustle, inadvertently sending a few of his feathers in random directions. Yeah, he's not always in control of where or when they do what they do.] I have to fight to be better than Death.

Sehr gut. I know that many mutants are not fond of humans and I don't blame them, but co-existing is really our best option at this point. [He opens his mouth to retort, thinks about it for a second then clamps his teeth together. To say that Raven may have caused more trouble than helping isn't incorrect, though Kurt wants to believe that with the outing of mutants as a whole, maybe more of the world could learn to accept them for who they are.] Is it wrong of me to say that I hope the fight club burned to the ground?

[If there's any way he can help, he would do it in a heartbeat. Not necessarily anything violent, since that isn't in his nature, but he would fight Trask and Stryker to his last breath.]

He seemed like a decent person to me. I had no qualms with him and Raven stood her ground, got what we needed and then we left. I wouldn't have thought that Caliban would run a bar though.

[That's probably good; Kurt needs all the education in how tough the world can be. Not to say that he believes everything is good, but he's an optimist and prefers to see the good in everybody, despite what they may have done in the past.]

'Thing'? Something like a lingering bit of his conscious? [He whips his head in the direction of some of the feathers, his shoulders bobbing in a slightly nervous motion before he turns to face Warren again.] ... you can do it. I believe in you.

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Pretty much, yeah. The cat's out of the bag either way, so it really is better for us to co-exist as much as we can. [At Kurt's question, Warren has to laugh.] Considered that they kidnapped you and made you fight, I don't blame you. Most of us chose that life, but the promoter was having a hard time finding mutants he could sell in a fight against me. I know it's kind of a back-handed compliment but you were the best they could come up with, however they found you.

[Warren's much the same, but he's hoping to cripple them in their pocketbook before any fists fly. He may not show it, but Warren was his father's son in more ways than just his name. He had the same background in business and science, and all of the shrewdness that came with it.]

The bar's mostly just a cover, and a place for mutants who stick out a little more to hide. Not everyone's as comfortable in blue as you are, my man.

[Warren shrugs. He honestly wasn't sure what it was, but it felt like a sliver...in his soul, almost.]

Maybe? I'm not sure. Nur couldn't push us with his mind, he played on our insecurities, lifted us up by what we thought was our weakness. When he...changed me, it wasn't just my wings. Damn near my whole skeleton's made out of this stuff now.

[The blue boy dips his head, face flushing in embarrassment once again. He's never wished harm on anyone and the idea of hoping for that place to burn makes him feel some twisted sort of regret.] I wouldn't want anyone to be in the building. [His nose wrinkles at the memory.] They kidnapped me from the circus in Munich and of course, who better to fight an angel than a demon? [The words are bitter, dropping from his lips like he's spewing poison. If there's one thing he doesn't want people to think of him as, it's a demon.

Hitting them where it hurts the most would be money-wise - with no funds, that means they wouldn't be able to pay for anything when they needed the new tech. At the moment, Kurt is not very savvy with such things, but if he continues to hang around Hank, he'll learn pretty quickly.]

Ah, like a hideout? That makes more sense for it to be called a 'bar' then. I've embraced myself for ... what I am. The people in America seem to be more accepting, too.

[His hand returns to his chin then reaches to brush over the spade of his tail, flicking the end which causes the appendage to lower back behind his shoulders.]

Think about the positives of having a reinforced skeleton. I bet it will be harder for your limbs and such to be damaged. Who knows? Perhaps, in the future, there will be some way to return your wings and body to normal.

So how does yours figure you survived?

Healing factor that we don't know about. We never needed it in the cage until Nightcrawler came and fucked us up, and he figures if we'd waited it out, our injured wing would've healed itself. Kinda makes what Nur did to us feel like a kick in the nuts though, doesn't it?

...See, now mine's wishing she'd thought of that, since 'some kind of healing factor IDK man' was pretty much a gimmie to everyone for a while there.

But she went with the whole skeleton being re-wired and reinforced, not just the wings, that and the angle we went down at acted like rolling under a table during an earthquake. Just waited it out and walked away like Psylocke did, or got knocked out and walked off later, once it was all over.

Right? And at least we've got a history of that in the comics, whether through Apocalypse or something in our blood naturally. Mine's not totally sold on the "actual Angel" thing though.

I like that though. With how heavy our wings are, I've gotta think at least part of our skeleton's been reinforced with whatever metal Apocalypse put in there, and after he called us "useless" that we decided we'd had enough of the whole "Angel of Death" thing, and walked away from it.

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Wait, like Heaven-Is-A-Real-Place actual-angel thing? Shit, that's a new one by me, definitely made the writer make a face, she's not a fan of that kind of thing, thinks it's lazy storytelling.

That was the theory, yeah. I mean, not like I had hollow bones before, wings were pretty sturdy, but that much weight with the new infrastructure? Had to be more going on than just the surface reconstruction. Just wish she was more into games, we might have figured out what the fuck we're even doing with the 'away' part of walking away.

Sort of? Supposedly there's some kind of angelic sub-species of mutants, opposed to the demonic sub-species that Kurt's descended from. In the comics, we tried to heal him with our blood, and ended up damn near killing the poor Bavarian blueberry. It was a dumb Chuck Austen thing, my writer says.

Well, part of that could be the healing factor, too. If we had hollow bones (which would make us light enough for flight), our healing factor could've kept us from fractures without us knowing it, and then all of that was just reinforced by the metal in our ribs and spine. God, I sound like dad, don't I?

I get it, though. Mine's still figuring out what he wants to do with me yet, too. Do we become the Avenging Angel? Or do we knock on Xavier's door and beg forgiveness, even though it's not really our style. Makes me wanna crawl back into a bottle just thinking about it.

She says 'oh, that explains everything', which I'm pretty sure means 'lazy writing' again, but sometimes it's hard to tell.

[He doesn't comment on sounding like their father(s), since they both know it's true.] Ribs, spine, shoulders, pretty sure the stuff's in my fucking pelvis and hips, and at least halfway down my arms, too. Probably up in the back of my skull even. Not going to go digging around to check, though.

[A wry little twist of his mouth that's almost a smile but doesn't quite make it past the grimace stage.] That's a feeling I'm familiar with, so far I've managed not to, though. Mostly because I do get dropped into memes sometimes. Don't always get bites, but just getting out is good. Mostly.

Pretty much. It was a gimmick that pretty much everyone's forgotten about, especially after the whole "Apocalypse Wars" thing.

Sounds about right. That'd be about the only way we'd be able to take off without tearing ourselves apart from the weight.

My writer's been thinking about that sorta stuff too. He thinks I'm too angry for a regular game or whatever, wants to keep me from killing people just because I can. [He smirks.] Probably a smart idea, at least for a while.

I burned through that anger real quick, now there's just this... dunno, sort of empty spot in the back of my head where Nur's presence used to be.

[He shakes his head, just a little, almost as if shaking something off.] It wasn't there for long, I get that, and I know it's not coming back, but sometimes... [He misses it, he won't say so, but having a purpose felt right in ways he doesn't quite have words for. He did have, then, but he lost them when Nur abandoned him.]

Just wanted to please him, you know? Make him proud. Failed pretty spectacularly. [A dry, mirthless snort of a laugh.] Story of my fuckin' life, isn't it?

Preaching to the choir, man. Even if just for a second, it felt nice to fight for something other than my ego. I'm more...just pissed off that he turned us into a monster. [His wings rustle, metal scraping metal making that horrible, agitated cacaphony.] You can feel it, can't you? That little piece of himself that he left behind. I try not to think about it, but it's always there.

[Though Apocalypse didn't have what he needed to psychically make Warren do what he'd done, he hadn't really needed it. Between the wings, and Warren's own desire to do something important, he'd stepped into it blindly. But now that it was over, he had to figure out what he was left with.]

One of these days we'll figure out that the only person we need to impress is ourselves. Not now, but someday.

Yeah, basically. We've got some ego to get through first before that sinks in, though. [He just nods, giving a little shrug, because yeah, preaching to the choir. One thing, however, sticks out about what this other-self said.]

Monster seems a little harsh, though, don't you think? [When his own wings shift, restless, lifting up and forward just a little the sound is somehow more harmonic, not chiming, exactly, but something like it, closer to the even, ringing tone of a singing bowl.]

Right? Pretty sure that's why Nur even bothered. He knew we'd fight tooth and nail or our own pride, if not his.

[Warren just shakes his head. He'd fight "Death" with everything he had, but it was always there.] Maybe? I don't know. Maybe you've made more peace with "Death" than I have. I mean yeah, we beat the hell out of people as "Angel", but "Death" was something else. Something worse. We just never got to show how much before they dropped a plane on us.

Maybe. [Another shrug, wings settling again with the slow slide of a blade against a whetstone, a sound that doesn't bother him like it did at first.] The way I figure it he just took what was already there and cranked it up to eleven.

I mean, I don't know about you, but I always liked the fighting. Not the reasons for it, or that I was fighting other mutants, but the actual fight... [he shakes his head before scrubbing a hand up over his face and through his hair] Dunno, it was a little bit like freedom. Like how the sky tastes when you can hit a thermal at the right angle and just soar.

Yeah, you're probably right. [He smirks.]

No, I get it. We were in that club because we wanted to be, because it gave us something we couldn't get anywhere else. I mean yeah, part of it was survival, but to hear the crowd, and feel the rush of finishing a fight. Not much better than that.

[His wings rustle again, ringing more clearly as his thoughts align.]

Sometimes I just feel like...even if he couldn't get into our heads the way he wanted to, he made us into something way more dangerous than I think even he knew.

[He turns that over in his mind, weighing what the other's saying against what he feels, finally just nodding.]

Could be. Maybe if we hadn't had a damn plane dropped on us we'd have had a chance to find out. [A shrug and that wry little twitch of an almost-smile again.] Maybe we'll both get the chance to find out.

Heh, yeah. I really do have to give credit to the blueberry. He's a pretty tough kid, despite how much he hates to fight.

[He grins.]

Almost makes me wanna join the Spandex Brigade, if for no other reason than to see what we can do, and maybe fight for a better reason than "because I want to".

Dunno man, 'because I want to' is a pretty good reason, worked so far, hasn't it?

[It had worked, arguably, allegedly, something-ly anyway, but that's his story and he's sticking to it.]

Kid's definitely got balls. Hadn't really expected that.

Well yeah, it did, but that was before we got roped into working for a genocidal warlord and kicking ass at a whole new level. Would you really wanna go back to kicking around the little guys in that cage? Because I sure as hell don't.

[The way he sees it, running with an outfit like the X-Men means he gets to kick way more ass against way tougher opponents, and doing it for a good cause at the same time. Anything to soothe his burden of guilt, anyway.]

Right? Took him a minute to find 'em, but you've gotta admit he was the first guy to really give us the kind of fight we wanted.

What? No, that's what I mean. Don't need another reason to join them besides 'because'. [Wanting a better reason isn't the same as needing one. Some kind of atonement isn't a bad reason, either, though he's not likely to say as much aloud, just grinning a moment later.]

Yeah. There's one my mun bounces me off in memes, and he's a little jumpy, but he's okay once we get going, good sparring partner.

Fair enough. I mean, it beats the hell out of most alternatives, anyway. [He wouldn't mind both. Both an an excuse to kick ass just because, but also a reason to be better.]

Haven't gotten up to much of that yet, but I'm pretty new in my writer's head, so it'll just take some time. Hell, he's still wrestling with an older version of Kurt in his head, wanting to go all paternal on the wee one, since he can do that here.

I'm not the newest new kid anymore, but still new enough.

I know a lot of people will try to warn you off of memes, because there's some pretty crazy shit that can go on, but it doesn't have to stick if you don't want it to, just a one-off storyline.

Of course, if you like it, there's no rules against keeping it. Mun doesn't have any of us in games, so sometimes stuff from one meme gets carried over to another.

The nice thing about that stuff's that most anything can happen, if you want it to. Sorta like this place, where people can turn up that you've never met before.

He's still thinking. He's got one guy in one of those regular "game" places already, but he's feeling a little bit of burnout, so he's not sure what he wants to do yet, with me or any of the other people rattling around in here.

Yeah, I know that one, burnout and being easily overwhelmed are why none of us are in games.

Don't mind it though, not really, except it makes figuring out what to do now more difficult, but I can work with that.

Writer says she'll keep an eye out for you on memes, she's got plenty of other people besides me to drop on you.

On mun finally seeing X-Men: Apocalypse, and immediately adopting him as a muse.

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dude your icons are amazing as is your warren <3

Thanks :-D I went through and watched the blu-ray on my computer just for screencaps, lol

aggghhh they're fantastic! you're welcome~ i can't wait to have the money for my own copy ...

I got lucky and got it for cheap at Costco XD

oh, very nice! XD maybe i should try there first.

That's where I go for a lot of my new releases. They're typically cheap, and always the combo packs

i would DIE if i could get my hands on the yearbook edition *_*

See, I wish I could justify spending that much on movies, lol

... now i'm afraid to see how much it is. XD

I love collector's editions, but I've been burned once or twice, buying terrible movies or games

makes sense, yes! that's part of the reason why i don't buy many movies or games anymore.

Same. I've become a lot more selective about that stuff as I've gotten older lol

same here XD ahhh, c'est la vie.

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pfft, spelling things right is for suckers anyway

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You're actually helping me find my Warren voice, bless you <3

You're doing the same for me, so thanks!

Also? I did a thing today: http://8tracks.com/stellarvisions/four-horsemen-of-the-apocalypse

Ohhoho! I shall have to listen to this once my food arrives and I can hear anything over the nomming

i would DIE if i could get my hands on the yearbook edition _