~Think of it as an opportunity, little brother.~
~Yeah, an opportunity to find dad and do some father-son bonding.~
~Bond him to a concrete block, you mean.~
~And drop him off of a bridge.~
-/-
She shot him annoyed look. "Paul, you remember, the new guy the Professor wanted us to look out for?"
Jean cut off the argument. "You've spoken to him?"
"I'm gonna meet him at the new pizza place in an hour to help him get caught up with his math," Kitty grinned.
"There's a DangerRoom session tonight," Scott pointed out.
Kitty smirked. "Well I guess the professor will have to decide which is more important - me in the Danger Room or finding out about Paul."
"Oh man," Kurt wailed, slapping his forehead. "Why didn't _I_ think of that!"
-/-
However, if anyone found out what I could really do... let's just say that there are officially NO A-class metahumans not in longterm contracts with governments or facing long-term prison sentences. Quite a few are serving those sentences. Because most of the time, if you have the sort of power that A-class suggests then either the Powers-That-Be-Asshats will do ANYTHING to keep you under their thumb or you will go into business for yourself. Just saying no to recruitment is illegal in nine-tenths of the world and once you're already a criminal, it's a lot easier to break one more law, then another and so forth until you belong on the cover of a comic book, gloating over your latest scheme to conquer the whole world.
-/-
Michael raised the toy light saber and snarled "Coniunctis Viribus ad Declino et ad Praecido!" before slashing the toy between the two duelling students, and deflecting both curses into the floor. Then he spun and cut twice, neatly lopping off the top of both student's hats.
"I warn you," he said coldly, "that I could as easily have carved you both like roasts. Lower your wands or we'll be seeing if Madame Pomfrey can reattach your wand hands."
-/-
"Jeez, Wes. When was the last time you had a decent night's sleep?"
"When I was about your age. Why?"
"Whoa... have some childhood trauma."
"I had a very nice childhood. It was growing up that hurt."
"Doesn't it always?"
"That might explain why Miss Summers avoids the prospect."D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
~Yeah, an opportunity to find dad and do some father-son bonding.~
~Bond him to a concrete block, you mean.~
~And drop him off of a bridge.~
-/-
She shot him annoyed look. "Paul, you remember, the new guy the Professor wanted us to look out for?"
Jean cut off the argument. "You've spoken to him?"
"I'm gonna meet him at the new pizza place in an hour to help him get caught up with his math," Kitty grinned.
"There's a DangerRoom session tonight," Scott pointed out.
Kitty smirked. "Well I guess the professor will have to decide which is more important - me in the Danger Room or finding out about Paul."
"Oh man," Kurt wailed, slapping his forehead. "Why didn't _I_ think of that!"
-/-
However, if anyone found out what I could really do... let's just say that there are officially NO A-class metahumans not in longterm contracts with governments or facing long-term prison sentences. Quite a few are serving those sentences. Because most of the time, if you have the sort of power that A-class suggests then either the Powers-That-Be-Asshats will do ANYTHING to keep you under their thumb or you will go into business for yourself. Just saying no to recruitment is illegal in nine-tenths of the world and once you're already a criminal, it's a lot easier to break one more law, then another and so forth until you belong on the cover of a comic book, gloating over your latest scheme to conquer the whole world.
-/-
Michael raised the toy light saber and snarled "Coniunctis Viribus ad Declino et ad Praecido!" before slashing the toy between the two duelling students, and deflecting both curses into the floor. Then he spun and cut twice, neatly lopping off the top of both student's hats.
"I warn you," he said coldly, "that I could as easily have carved you both like roasts. Lower your wands or we'll be seeing if Madame Pomfrey can reattach your wand hands."
-/-
"Jeez, Wes. When was the last time you had a decent night's sleep?"
"When I was about your age. Why?"
"Whoa... have some childhood trauma."
"I had a very nice childhood. It was growing up that hurt."
"Doesn't it always?"
"That might explain why Miss Summers avoids the prospect."D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.