12120/Moving Meditation

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Moving Meditation
Date of Scene: 04 September 2020
Location: Breakstone Lake - Xavier's School
Synopsis: A moving medition of warm-up stretches turns into a talk about recent events between Shannon and Warpath, concerning Blurr, and her hopes for his fate. The idea of a 'trouble fund' is bandied about, with a dollar for every time trouble finds the young healer.
Cast of Characters: Nightingale, Warpath




Nightingale has posed:
     To say that the past week had been eventful would be a study in understatement. At least this time, though, Shannon's not hidden herself away from it all, though she hasn't exactly been seeking out company on her own, either. The early summer evening finds her down by the lake in her bright blue leggings, her Tweety Bird t-shirt, and white sneakers, sitting down on the shore with her staff next to her on the ground. She's stretching out with her legs extended, leaning over and just working through the warm-up exercises as if they were a moving meditation.

     There was something to be said for something so -normal-....

Warpath has posed:
     He's out walking, trying to sort his own thoughts tonight. The mind wanders in ways that probably they don't need to. He's trying to focus his thoughts and so a trip to the lake. The best way to focus your mind is to get it away from everyone else and back to nature.

     Well, almost everyone else. Noting the presence of the winged sister he smirks a little and walks in her general direction,"Shik'isn." he comments softly and starts to stretch a little as well.

Nightingale has posed:
     It seems that earlier exercises have begun to pay off, for as Warpath draws near, those snowy, feathery wings tense ever so slightly, Shannon going still as she listens without looking up to see who it is. She relaxes when she hears a familiar voice, something of a light chuckle escaping her. "If I keep on with those exercises you were teaching me, it may become very difficult for you to sneak up on me," she says, finally straightening up, with a little flick of her wings.

Warpath has posed:
     "That's what I want to see." he replies softly and turns towards you and continues to stretch some,"I want you hyper aware enough to rival Logan or me. You're senses aren't as acute as ours, but you can hone them more." Once he's stetched well he comments,"Any excitement of late?"

Nightingale has posed:
     The young teen lofts her eyebrows, peering over at Warpath. "That... would be going some," she muses, considering this. "Would it even be possible for someone with senses of a more normal level, to hone them to that degree? I mean, you hear of instances of someone who's deprived of one sense, gaining sensitivity in those that remain to make up for it... but is this the same?"

     His question, though, strikes Shannon to silence. "A little more than I like," she finally answers. "Has Terry told you anything about the other day...?"

Warpath has posed:
     "It is possible to hone your existing senses to a point, but awareness isn't always about hyper sensitive perception." he replies to you,"Knowing what the lay of the land is, using your surroundings to aid your senses as well." he explains.

     There is a nod,"Highlights or lowlights depending on your point of view I would say." he comments,"You two have to be mindful of your decisions. Especially you. Pixie has more experience, but you always learn. If you stop learning you might as well lay down and die."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon lets out a very deep sigh, running her fingers through her hair. "She probably thinks I'm some sort of an idiot, letting Lockdown think I'd go on his ship. Let's see...ummm... NO. We're talking about someone who's pointed their laser cannon in my face without a second thought here. Whole idea was to let him -think- we'd take that chance to help Blurr, and buy ourselves just enough time to get in position to let Pixie get us out of there without pissing him off."

     Here, she does allow herself a bit of a smile. "Knew Pixie would come through and find a way to keep the whole mess away from the school. However... I am just a wee bit annoyed at Blurr, even if a little bit worried."

Warpath has posed:
     "She was concerned the two of you were willing to go to a space ship, cannon's not withstanding." he agrees softly,"I'm glad to hear you didn't go to the ship though. I was concerned." he admits and settles on the ground,"I knew you had the good sense to not do that. I guess I don't know who Blurr is though. A former student?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Sighing again, she inches a bit closer, glad for the safety and solace of her (very) big brother's presence. "This is where it gets complicated. Blurr's a sentient, mechanical, extraterrestrial being, from a very ancient race. So's Lockdown. Blurr's... well, I would say a friendly. Lockdown? Chaotic neutral at best. Definitely a mercenary. Wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him."

     The setting sun set the sky ablaze in blinding hues of crimson and gold, fading to hints of lilac and night more directly overhead. The surface of the lake seemed transformed into a great pool of liquid gold, glittering in the remaining light. "Met him several months back. Well, the first encounter, I didn't even have a single clue who or what he was. None of us did. It was during something totally unrelated in Bushwick. Sam, Pixie and I were checking into something a bit fishy in an old warehouse, and I thought it was a little strange that what looked like a kid not far from my own age somehow managed to escape being hit not only by flying bullets, but Pixie's dust. Found out later that was Blurr's holographic 'avatar' of sorts. Quirk of his race, they are -very- good at blending in with technology in the area."

     "Anyhow, every so often he'd turn up, and it was nice to see a friend and all, without getting into too much detail. Come a few months ago, enter in Lockdown, and something about some sort of data chip that Blurr needed to see taken to his people. A few days before that, I'd seen something very 'off' in Evolution. As in one of the mics actually changing into what looked like a data something-or-other, fit pretty neatly in the palm of the hand. Yeah, I know, sounds stupid even saying it, but truth. Sam hid it in his office till we could figure out what it was. When I next saw Blurr, it was also the first time I saw Lockdown, and well... Blurr handed something off to Lockdown, to throw him off the scent because the mercenary was threatening Pixie and I. It looked exactly like the one at Evolution, so it didn't take too much to figure the one Blurr handed off was a fake. When I saw him again about a week or so after that, I was en route to Bushwick and spotted him from the air. Long story short, I got the data chip to him, and said my goodbyes. Figured he'd never be back."

     Shannon purses her lips a little bit, quirking her brows and shrugging. "Boy, was I wrong. Next inkling I even had something was off was when a signal that went out in the writing of Blurr's people came through. Couldn't read it, but the whole thing smacked of a distress signal. I dropped that and a note in Miss Grey's office, got a hold of Pixie and Terry, and went to look into it. Figured if we had to make a quick run for it, Pixie stood the best chance of getting us out of there. I don't think the signal was aimed at me, specifically, because there was another super there. Spider-man. So my guess is it was a general signal. So god only knows who /else/ might have received it."

Warpath has posed:
     There is no indication that he doesn't believe her, but it is a lot to take in. He studies you for a long time and his brow furrows just a little. Sentient machines and their abilities to hide in plain sight,"That's a pretty incredible tale sister. If anyone else told me I'd be hard pressed to believe it."

     He shakes his head finally and mutters,"So mechanical Skrulls. Probably able to pass the most stringent of scans and investigation I take it. If you say they have been coming and going here." Stroking his jaw thoughtfully he finally comments,"I can't tell you how to live sister, but it sounds like you two would be smart to steer clear of them. Still. Your call. I can't make decisions for anyone other than me."

Nightingale has posed:
     "It does sound pretty incredible. Sometimes I still have a hard time believing it myself. But it's true. Part of it, I wish wasn't. And I'm more than a little annoyed at Blurr for not clueing me in a whole lot sooner." Shannon grimaces, wrinkling her nose and hugging her knees to her chest. "Seems his people have had a presence in the vicinity of Earth for longer than we realized. I wouldn't be surprised if some of his own came looking for him. He wasn't too fond of us organic beings before getting to know some of us, so god only knows what others of his race think of us."

     Sighing softly, she falls silent for a few moments. "As good as Mr. Summers, Miss Grey, and all the X-men are, this one may be way out of our league. I just hope they bring the right people in to help." Pausing, she seems to think for a moment. "In their shoes, the first ones I'd check in with would be the Avengers. If anyone could make heads or tails out of Blurr's predicament, it might be Mr. Stark. But what do I know, I'm just a kid."

Warpath has posed:
     "Do you think they will turn hostile then?" he asks curiously and absently reaches over and pats a hand. He really does have a reach,"I would wonder if there are good and bad sorts and what they might be doing here." he comments finally,"I would assume the organic beings wouldn't be too fond of the idea of a race of sentient machines."

     "If it becomes something along the lines of a war or any battle then the Avengers are a good call, but don't forget we've been dealing mostly sentient machines for a long time. They call them Sentinels." he advises,"I don't know if they are remotely close in the general sense of the word, but they keep making then more and more adaptable."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Funny you should mention war," Shannon says, her voice a bit grim. "Seems they've had their sides in their own civil war for a very, very long time. And... I think it's a little like us, in a way. We've got our good sorts and our bad. They don't seem any different, at least in that way. And... yeah, I've run into Sentinels, too. Some pretty nasty ones, but that one in the Danger Room that one time was the worst. I hope those aren't -really- being created."

Warpath has posed:
     "If they are all around us, then a war doesn't seem all that unlikely. Whether against us or against each other with us as they spectators." he replies,"Tactically sound. It tracks." he explains,"Mentioning the Avengers pretty much says you were thinking it even if you didn't know it."

     "As for the Sentinel. They keep trying to find ways to make them better and better every day." he comments,"As long as people with money have nothing better to do than divide us in one way or another there will always be a bigger and better monster waiting in the wings."

Nightingale has posed:
     The last gets a sad nod from Shannon, a single tear trickling down her face. "I don't regret making a friend, but I do regret that it's probably brought this war of theirs to Earth's doorstep. Although... if it wasn't me, it could've been anyone else who met them. And it might not have gone as well. I feel badly for the headaches this is probably giving Mr. Summers and Miss Grey. But they know what they're doing."

Warpath has posed:
     Reaching over, he wipes the tear from her face and mutters softly,"If it wasn't you, it would be someone else. There would be a first contact one way or another. That said, they might well have been around since long before you met this Blurr." A sigh escapes his throat and he adds,"Jean and Scott seem to thrive on said headaches, so let them worry about it."

Nightingale has posed:
     "The other reason I hope they loop the Avengers in on this, is I can't see them trying to hurt Blurr. At least, not what I've seen of the ones I've met. Other groups might not be so kind." She tries to smile a little bit, for Warpath's sake. "It's not going to be easy to stop worrying, both about Blurr and people here. When you care, it's... difficult to set that aside. How do you and Miss Grey and Mr. Summers, and all the others... how do you manage it?"

Warpath has posed:
     His shoulders raise fractionally in a shrug and he tells you,"The Avengers try to do right by the good sorts in the universe. Maybe they should reach out to some of the groups that have been in universe at large more. Thor not withstanding most of them are home bodies in the grand scheme of things."

     "You need to learn how to divide the line between fear and paralysis." he advises,"Everytime you leave the grounds I worry since trouble seems to follow you, but I don't let it control me. You have to learn that as well. I can't speak for Jean and Scott or any of the others, it is just mental conditioning for me. Probably it's in my blood as well all things considered."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Captain Rogers is particularly kind. So is Thor. I haven't run into Mr. Stark too many times, but he's not too bad. I've learned to respect him. Don't mind Dr. Banner too much, he's not too bad, either." Shannon smiles a bit in particular as she speaks of the first member of the group, seeming to think for a minute. "If they accepted someone from another world as one of their own, I'm hopeful they'll be decent to Blurr."

     A short chuff of laughter escapes the winged teen, and she shakes her head. "Thing is, most times I don't even go -looking- for trouble. But it finds me anyways. And in the heat of the moment, I do okay, but afterwards, when it finally hits? It's... not always easy to deal with."

Warpath has posed:
     "You have been around if you have met them all." he muses thougtfully,"I don't mingle well I guess." he amends,"I'll leave that to you. I don't have any issue with them, I just lack the people skills. At any rate I've never heard of any of them treating someon unfairly."

     "Trouble does seem to find its favorite little magnet that is for sure." he tells you,"If you had a dollar for every time you had it sneak up on you and take you kicking and screaming you'd have no trouble with any expense ever again."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just shakes her head and laughs a bit. "I don't think I've met them all. Who knows if I ever will? But so far, the ones I have, I mostly like." A bit of a smile curls her lips upwards as her hopes seem to line up with Warpath's assessment of the Avengers. "I'm glad to hear that. At least I'm not hoping blindly there."

     A soft snicker escapes the young woman, a sound that quickly turns into a fit of giggling. "No kidding! Hey, maybe I should actually put an extra dollar aside every time trouble does find me, and see how fast it adds up?"

Warpath has posed:
     "What is the game? The one where you have to catch the things?" he asks thoughtfully,"Just call that Shannon's Avengers game. Have to meet them all or something." he tells you lightly. Give him credit, at least he knows about a game where you catch things. Right?

     "I'll start you a savings account with a low interst building option. You'll be a millionare before graduation." he teases you lightly,"Give Stark a run for his money for sure."

Nightingale has posed:
     While she might not look it on the surface, Shannon's wings are surprisingly strong--as Warpath soon finds out when she swats him with one, laughing. "Oh please, trouble might find me a lot, but not -that- much!"

Warpath has posed:
There is a snort and he nudges your ribs with his elbow,"You can just start slapping people around with your wings." he teases softly and he looks at you for a long time,"So. You feel like you are up to some dinner and go aggravate fellow students while I go do the incredibly fun thing of grading papers?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Nodding and smiling, Shannon gets to her feet, reaching out to help Warpath up even though he likely doesn't need it. After all, that's what siblings do for each other--whether by blood or otherwise. "First Sam, now you. I'm really lucky to have such great brothers. You're a true blessing."

Warpath has posed:
     Standing up, he does take her hand to rise, but he doesn't really pull up much. Once the two of you are up he shakes his head,"You have a strong bloodline for certain." he agrees with you,"Now go antagonize some boys or something. I'll catch up with you before I go to bed."