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throughaphase) wrote2014-09-16 06:33 am
throughaphase) wrote2014-09-16 06:33 am
The Xavier School- early Tuesday morning
The second day started off with a bang. Almost literally, as Kitty was pulled out of bed by the sound of a fight, and when she got to the front lawn she found that Logan had returned, and he and Scott were trying to duke it out in front of everybody. That included many of the students, because that was the impression they wanted to give off.
Kitty had to deal with the students and sending them back to their rooms, so she was still in her pajamas when she met with the rest of the team in the Danger Room. It was done up to look like Hawaii, only the scale was really off, and thus they ended up seated on islands. Kitty sat between Scott and Logan, who it should be noted was still smoking from getting hit with eyebeams earlier.
"This isn't how we behave," Hank chided. "And in front of the students! As if Emma's little game yesterday didn't wind them up enough, they have to see their administrative staff trying to kill each other! You two should be long past that nonsense! Where on Earth did it come from?"
Kitty wondered if Hank was new.
"It doesn't matter," Scott said. "I'm not apologizing to Logan, and I wouldn't accept one in return."
"Scott, you're acting head of the-"
"It was inexcusable," Scott continued, "I agree, and it's going to make what I have to say all the more absurd. But I'm going to say it anyway. We are a team. We're a super hero team. And I think it's time we started acting like one."
"Woah, wait," Logan said, looking at him suspiciously. "Is this gonna be about tights?"
"It's about everything. Truth, perception… We've saved the world- worlds, even- time and time again. That's the truth. That's what we do," Scott said. "But the perception is that we're freaks, or worse, that we're Magnetos waiting to happen. We've been taking it on the chin so long, just trying to keep from being wiped out, I think that we've forgotten we have a purpose. I know the rest of the world has forgotten."
"Oh, this is- Is this like a theme thing?" Kitty wondered, pushing some hair out of her face. It was feeling very poofy. "Us being so big?"
"Actually, that's me," Hank admitted. "I thought Hawaii would relax our combatants. It appears I should have been more specific about scale."
"Remember when this place was just flame-throwers and rotating knives? I miss that."
"Can we please let Scott finish, people?" Emma asked pointedly.
"Now I have cloud-hair," Kitty complained.
"The point is simply this- we need to get into the world," said Scott. "Saving lives, helping with disaster relief… We need to present ourselves as a team like any other. Avengers, Fantastic Four… They don't get chased through the streets with torches."
"Here come the tights…" muttered Logan.
"Sorry, Logan, super heroes wear costumes," Scott told him. "And quite frankly, all the black leather is making people nervous."
This… did not sound like part-time work to Kitty. "Okay, I officially really, really don't know why I'm here," she admitted. "I'm not a fighter, not like you guys."
"You've been in it plenty, kid. I'd take you at my back any day," Logan said.
"But you're not a fighter," Scott confirmed. "Your power isn't aggressive. It's protective. That's good to show. And people like you. Hank's articulate as anything, but what people see is mostly… well, a beast. Emma's a former villain, Logan's a thug."
"Born and bred," Logan said proudly.
"And me, I can lead a team. But I haven't looked anybody in the eye since I was fifteen."
Kitty frowned. "So I'm what, a PR stunt?"
"Yes, our own poster child. Isn't it sweet?" Emma said, and it was almost comforting that Kitty still always wanted to slap her. "The 'nonthreatening Shadowcat,' or 'Sprite' or 'Ariel' or whatever incredibly unimpressive name you're using nowadays."
"Emma, shut up," Scott said. Emma had definitely not been expecting that, and it was great. "You all may have perfectly good reasons for not wanting to do this. But you're the team I chose. So think about it."
They all went quiet for a moment, and Hank asked, "Am I the only one who's dying to see the outfits?"
Kitty had to deal with the students and sending them back to their rooms, so she was still in her pajamas when she met with the rest of the team in the Danger Room. It was done up to look like Hawaii, only the scale was really off, and thus they ended up seated on islands. Kitty sat between Scott and Logan, who it should be noted was still smoking from getting hit with eyebeams earlier.
"This isn't how we behave," Hank chided. "And in front of the students! As if Emma's little game yesterday didn't wind them up enough, they have to see their administrative staff trying to kill each other! You two should be long past that nonsense! Where on Earth did it come from?"
Kitty wondered if Hank was new.
"It doesn't matter," Scott said. "I'm not apologizing to Logan, and I wouldn't accept one in return."
"Scott, you're acting head of the-"
"It was inexcusable," Scott continued, "I agree, and it's going to make what I have to say all the more absurd. But I'm going to say it anyway. We are a team. We're a super hero team. And I think it's time we started acting like one."
"Woah, wait," Logan said, looking at him suspiciously. "Is this gonna be about tights?"
"It's about everything. Truth, perception… We've saved the world- worlds, even- time and time again. That's the truth. That's what we do," Scott said. "But the perception is that we're freaks, or worse, that we're Magnetos waiting to happen. We've been taking it on the chin so long, just trying to keep from being wiped out, I think that we've forgotten we have a purpose. I know the rest of the world has forgotten."
"Oh, this is- Is this like a theme thing?" Kitty wondered, pushing some hair out of her face. It was feeling very poofy. "Us being so big?"
"Actually, that's me," Hank admitted. "I thought Hawaii would relax our combatants. It appears I should have been more specific about scale."
"Remember when this place was just flame-throwers and rotating knives? I miss that."
"Can we please let Scott finish, people?" Emma asked pointedly.
"Now I have cloud-hair," Kitty complained.
"The point is simply this- we need to get into the world," said Scott. "Saving lives, helping with disaster relief… We need to present ourselves as a team like any other. Avengers, Fantastic Four… They don't get chased through the streets with torches."
"Here come the tights…" muttered Logan.
"Sorry, Logan, super heroes wear costumes," Scott told him. "And quite frankly, all the black leather is making people nervous."
This… did not sound like part-time work to Kitty. "Okay, I officially really, really don't know why I'm here," she admitted. "I'm not a fighter, not like you guys."
"You've been in it plenty, kid. I'd take you at my back any day," Logan said.
"But you're not a fighter," Scott confirmed. "Your power isn't aggressive. It's protective. That's good to show. And people like you. Hank's articulate as anything, but what people see is mostly… well, a beast. Emma's a former villain, Logan's a thug."
"Born and bred," Logan said proudly.
"And me, I can lead a team. But I haven't looked anybody in the eye since I was fifteen."
Kitty frowned. "So I'm what, a PR stunt?"
"Yes, our own poster child. Isn't it sweet?" Emma said, and it was almost comforting that Kitty still always wanted to slap her. "The 'nonthreatening Shadowcat,' or 'Sprite' or 'Ariel' or whatever incredibly unimpressive name you're using nowadays."
"Emma, shut up," Scott said. Emma had definitely not been expecting that, and it was great. "You all may have perfectly good reasons for not wanting to do this. But you're the team I chose. So think about it."
They all went quiet for a moment, and Hank asked, "Am I the only one who's dying to see the outfits?"