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<td valign="top">[[Image:placeholder.gif|left]]'''Moment of Awesome - [[Sooraya Qadir|Sooraya Qadir/Dust]]:''' ''Following [[X-Men Mission: Or Is He Both?|a mission]], [https://xp-logs.dreamwidth.org/4545323.html#cutid1 Sooraya talks to] [[David Haller]] about her future within the [[X-Men]]. ''
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<td valign="top">[[Image:Moa angel.png|left]]'''Moment of Awesome - [[Warren Worthington|Warren Worthington/Angel]]:''' ''Warren joins in on [https://xp-logs.dreamwidth.org/4486754.html#cutid1 a boys' night out] for the recently broken-up-with [[Scott Summers]] with his own brand of 'cheering up'. ''
  
  
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Jim nodded. "It was a challenge, and it gave you skills you could apply in areas beyond the obvious. But here's another question: is leading something you ''want'' to do?"
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"Warren Worthington the III at your service. " Warren whipped off his sunglasses and looked critically at the table in front of him. Having been in the general vicinity when Arthur was making these plans, Warren naturally assumed his invitation world be forthcoming. After all,  how could one completely obliterate painful memories without a night full of debauchery?
  
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Sooraya was quiet again, this time for a while longer. "Does it sound very weird if I say up to a point?"
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But then no one invited him to go and that wouldn't do either.  Thinking of where the most boring trio ever would go (Warren strongly believed Scott's monotonous nature was contagious), he went to Kirby's and thank goodness he had.
  
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"No." The older man sat back in his chair. The fingers of one hand beat a single, soundless drum against the tabletop between them.
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"This table doesn't have enough hookers and blow for what we need to do. Scott, I hear you're nursing heart break. That sucks. I have uppers for that. "
  
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"You can have the capacity to do something without being personally suited for it," he said, watching her closely. "Even if you understand the necessity. For you . . . if I had to guess, I'd say maybe you don't find it as easy to put aside the personal impact, like how a decision is going to affect individuals, and focus on the impersonal, like the big picture maneuvers that can't happen without someone inevitably losing something because of it. Something like that?"
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Warren's unerring ability to spontaneously manifest directly behind Jim struck again. The telepath almost choked on a tot.
  
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"Kinda..." Sooraya fell silent once more as she searched for the words. "With up to a point... I mean.. leading a team or a smaller mission, that I'd like to keep doing, keep learning about. There I don't lose that connection with the people involved so much. But the 'big picture stuff', somehow I do."
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"Warren?" Jim gasped after managing to clear his airway. He added, even more shocked, "You know about places in this tax bracket?"
  
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The older man nodded again. "I think," he ventured, "that sometimes there's this idea that progression in any field is linear. But what people see as the next logical step isn't necessarily where you want to be, because it doesn't match your priorities. It's important to be able to look at what you actually want rather than what you think you should." Jim gave her another lopsided smile. "Basically, it seems like you enjoy positions that involve working with people more."
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It definitely was a gross move of place. Warren had already told himself he'd throw out these shoes afterwards but he wouldn't let anyone else know that.
  
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"Dealing with a situation from a bird's eye view isn't really what I want, no." Sooraya acknowledged. "Sure, it's important to be able to do it in bits and pieces, but not as a primary role."
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"I'm an excellent detective. I can sniff out desperation like nobody's business. So Scott," Warren pointed at a group of women, "that blonde there? Easiest one in the group. The one in the jean jacket looks sweet but those buttons... well buddy, if she hits you with her jacket... Mini skirt could go either way."
  
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"It sounds like you have a pretty good idea of what you want, then." Jim studied her. "Is something bothering you about that?"
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Warren seemed to have an uncanny ability to just appear whenever mansionites gathered to drink. It was like he had Kurt's powers of teleportation, one minute clear and the next the man appeared as if from out of thin air. The X-Man reached over to pluck a paper napkin from the container, passing it to Haller as his eyes flicked to the bar before back to Warren before he nodded at a free seat in their booth. "The voice of experience talking huh? If it's all the same, I'd rather avoid grievous bodily injuries when it comes to bars, unless it's for something a little more enjoyable than someone doing their best matador impression."
  
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Sooraya's mouth quirked: "Not looking forward to telling Scott that I don't want to continue on this path? He has invested a lot of time." Shaking her head for sec, she added: "I can kinda see what the pieces are of what I want. Just not sure how to combine them yet."
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Arthur moved over to make room for Warren, idly tracing circles on the glass of his own drink. "A bar fight would be a twist in our plans, but I'd wager the mood here is definitely more Cheers than Road House or Cocktail. But," he winked, "if that's what the man of the hour wants." The joke was underscored as he cracked his knuckles with only a shot's worth of drama.
  
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That got a snort. "Trust me, Scott will be nothing but happy you're not pushing yourself down a path you don't want to walk. Especially not this one." The telepath sat back in his chair and away from the gently cooling mug of coffee between them. "Besides, that time wasn't wasted. The sort of work you're drawn to, the smaller scale . . . that's also important. Knowing someone is making sure the human element doesn't get lost is part of what enables the big picture people to do what they have to do. The skills are complimentary."
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Jim gave Scott a dubious look. The idea of the older man engaging in an unprovoked brawl seemed just as likely as the prospect of him taking Warren up on his offer of wingman'ing -- which was to say, nil.
  
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"In my work with the Underground and in DX I've noticed it's good to have a sense of the big picture... knowing how my smaller projects work 'to contribute to improving the welfare of the community' is important. I don't think that is anything different with the X-men... have a bit of sense of the larger picture while leading sub-teams or smaller missions sounds good, maybe try to find a way what I had with Del and the ferals we rescued to my role within in the X-men as well..." Sooraya tried to organize her thoughts out loud. "Maybe that is the human element you mention."
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Then again, what did Jim know? He wasn't fun. Thank god.
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"Well, it's your call," he said aloud. "Warren does have the money to afford bail . . ."
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"If he's got the money for bail, then he's got the money for something a little more fun than picking up strange women at the bar who might just be a shapeshifter in disguise. Don't ask, it's happened to the mansion more than a few times." A hand reached out for the beer as Scott lifted it to his lips, chugging what was left of his drink. "We could retire to somewhere a little more...in line with the mood."
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"I don't know what the mood is though," Warren replied exasperatedly. "That's what I'm trying to gather. Is it hookers?  Drugs? Alcohol? Or do you want to feel like a king for an evening?  Fuck, if all you want is 1000 different pizzas, we could make that happen too.  I just need limits, we all know this.  You can't give me carte blanche."
 
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Latest revision as of 22:37, 12 January 2025

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Moment of Awesome - Warren Worthington/Angel: Warren joins in on a boys' night out for the recently broken-up-with Scott Summers with his own brand of 'cheering up'.


"Warren Worthington the III at your service. " Warren whipped off his sunglasses and looked critically at the table in front of him. Having been in the general vicinity when Arthur was making these plans, Warren naturally assumed his invitation world be forthcoming. After all, how could one completely obliterate painful memories without a night full of debauchery?

But then no one invited him to go and that wouldn't do either. Thinking of where the most boring trio ever would go (Warren strongly believed Scott's monotonous nature was contagious), he went to Kirby's and thank goodness he had.

"This table doesn't have enough hookers and blow for what we need to do. Scott, I hear you're nursing heart break. That sucks. I have uppers for that. "

Warren's unerring ability to spontaneously manifest directly behind Jim struck again. The telepath almost choked on a tot.

"Warren?" Jim gasped after managing to clear his airway. He added, even more shocked, "You know about places in this tax bracket?"

It definitely was a gross move of place. Warren had already told himself he'd throw out these shoes afterwards but he wouldn't let anyone else know that.

"I'm an excellent detective. I can sniff out desperation like nobody's business. So Scott," Warren pointed at a group of women, "that blonde there? Easiest one in the group. The one in the jean jacket looks sweet but those buttons... well buddy, if she hits you with her jacket... Mini skirt could go either way."

Warren seemed to have an uncanny ability to just appear whenever mansionites gathered to drink. It was like he had Kurt's powers of teleportation, one minute clear and the next the man appeared as if from out of thin air. The X-Man reached over to pluck a paper napkin from the container, passing it to Haller as his eyes flicked to the bar before back to Warren before he nodded at a free seat in their booth. "The voice of experience talking huh? If it's all the same, I'd rather avoid grievous bodily injuries when it comes to bars, unless it's for something a little more enjoyable than someone doing their best matador impression."

Arthur moved over to make room for Warren, idly tracing circles on the glass of his own drink. "A bar fight would be a twist in our plans, but I'd wager the mood here is definitely more Cheers than Road House or Cocktail. But," he winked, "if that's what the man of the hour wants." The joke was underscored as he cracked his knuckles with only a shot's worth of drama.

Jim gave Scott a dubious look. The idea of the older man engaging in an unprovoked brawl seemed just as likely as the prospect of him taking Warren up on his offer of wingman'ing -- which was to say, nil.

Then again, what did Jim know? He wasn't fun. Thank god.

"Well, it's your call," he said aloud. "Warren does have the money to afford bail . . ."

"If he's got the money for bail, then he's got the money for something a little more fun than picking up strange women at the bar who might just be a shapeshifter in disguise. Don't ask, it's happened to the mansion more than a few times." A hand reached out for the beer as Scott lifted it to his lips, chugging what was left of his drink. "We could retire to somewhere a little more...in line with the mood."

"I don't know what the mood is though," Warren replied exasperatedly. "That's what I'm trying to gather. Is it hookers? Drugs? Alcohol? Or do you want to feel like a king for an evening? Fuck, if all you want is 1000 different pizzas, we could make that happen too. I just need limits, we all know this. You can't give me carte blanche."

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