12289/Where is Miss Wings now

Where is Miss Wings now
Date of Scene:	04 October 2020
Location:	Horse Stables - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Jimmy and Shannon have an intersting conversation with a surprise piece of infomatnion.
Cast of Characters:	Warpath, Nightingale

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Warpath has posed:
     Shannon...got in trouble again? Surely not. It's not like it is an every day thing right? Well not exactly. He worries about her because that's his job. Since Shannon has a tendency to wander to the horse barn he makes his way out there to check on her.

Nightingale has posed:
     It might not be an everyday thing for Shannon to be in trouble, but this time, well... unfortunately, she broke her track record of staying out of the wellness office this time. Being on light duty meant she might not be working on cleaning the stalls, but she's sitting on a bale of hay, in her bright blue leggings, a long white Tweety Bird t-shirt worn untucked and loose, and sneakers in deference to her chosen thinking spot. The soft whickering of the horses, the sweet smell of the hay and familiar varied 'barn smells', and the general quiet prove a peaceful place to just relax.

Warpath has posed:
     Walking into the barn he approaches her,"So I hear you got yourself into a bad spot again." Taking a seat near her he offers,"Are you going to recover soon or are you on the ropes for a while?" He certainly cares about her and tries to be obvious that he cares without coming on too strong or sounds like the over bearing teacher.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Just light duty for another day, then I should be all clear. There was an incident in the city. A few of us went with Alexis to a jazz night, but on our way back we came across an arson in progress. Some anti-anti-mutant metas were stirring the pot pretty good there." Shannon grimaces, and flexes her fingers a little bit.

     "I'm... of mixed feelings on my performance. On one hand, I openly bucked the order given by Alexis to go in with Alice and Tabitha into the building to get people out. If there were anti-mutant folks in there, it would not have helped for them to see someone with an obvious mutation coming at them. Not only that, but someone had to help make sure that emergency services could reach the site." She sighs softly, only wincing a little bit and resting a hand on her abdomen for a moment. "Did it work out in the end? Yes. Could I have handled it better? Also yes. I think I perhaps owe Alexis an apology, at the very least."

     She's quiet for a moment, and smiles a bit. "Mr. McCoy's lady friend was one of the responders on site. She'll be okay... she's the one I had to heal, on Alexis' request. Though I probably would have anyways."

Warpath has posed:
     "I'm glad to hear you aren't hurt long term." he comments softly and really is bad at these sorts of things. You'd think he'd get better at it, but he doesn't. Listening to her he nods,"Anti mutant things never help. You'd think they would get bored and and find something else to do with their time. How many times will we have to push them back before they take a hint?" He sighs and adds,"Apologies are rarely easy, particularly if they are truly owed." Looking at the horse he adds,"Wouldn't it be easier life if it were just able to run free like that and not have to worry about the rest?"

Nightingale has posed:
     "I want to think that there doesn't have to be violence. There shouldn't have to be, in a perfect world." Shannon grimaces a little bit, leaning against Warpath's shoulder. "Unfortunately, this isn't a perfect world. I might not like the blade training, but considering the would I had to heal on miss Billings... a stab wound to the gut... it just highlighted the necessity of it."

     Looking at the horses, she nods slowly, letting out a soft sigh. "Either to run free like that, or to be as innocent as little children. They haven't learned to hate. They can see us, and see something that's maybe different, but still okay. Maybe even something they wish they could be."

Warpath has posed:
     "A world without viloence would be appealing." Jimmy mutters softly,"A world where everyone juset gets along or just disagrees without heavy forms of violence, hatred, and putrid bigotry." He looks at the horse again and sighs softly.

     "Pipe dream. I know. A dream anyway. It is the basis for Xavier's dream too. I have never been totally on the same level, but I appreciate what it represents." he adds,"Still. We're a long way from any sort of peace and forcing our ideals on people is no better than what they are doing to us."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon nods slowly, leaning back against one of the bales of hay, closing her eyes. She takes a few somewhat deeper breaths, allowing the peaceful surroundings to calm her, surrendering to the peace of the moment. "I'm not sure just how that dream will come true. It will, someday. How, I don't know. And which way is the right way?"

Warpath has posed:
     "I'm afraid the only way the dream will come true is if something drastic happens." he comments with a sigh,"I don't think it is the right way, just it will be the way." He goes to lean on the hay as welll and puts his arm around you for comfort,"Whatever the case we'll figure it out."

Nightingale has posed:
     "We shouldn't let that stop us from trying the other way," Shannon replies, letting out a soft sigh. She leans into the hug, smiling a little bit; it was a rare treat, for sure. "Plan for the worst, hope for the best? That about sum it up?"

Warpath has posed:
     "We never stop trying." he agrees softly and hugs her a little tighter,"That about sums it up yes. My grandfather made the statement hope for the best, brace for the worst, and accept what comes." After a quiet moment he tells you,"You watch my back. I'll watch yours shik'isn."

Nightingale has posed:
     "All either of us can do is try." Smiling, Shannon leans into the hug a little bit more. "Your grandfather sounds like he was a very wise man. I think I'd have liked to know him. I'm glad I know you."

Warpath has posed:
     "He was a good man and better than most, but he had a way about him. He either liked a person or he didn't. Rarely hateful, but he wasn't prone to go out of his way to make life easier for someone that he didn't care for. Protect a life sure, but other than that." He sighs again,"Anyway. Tomorrow's another day, we'll see what it brings."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Sounds like he lives on in you, then. He's never really gone." Shannon sighs contently, letting her wings ruffle and relax behind her. It wasn't really a somber moment, nor even truly bittersweet. It seemed more a pensive, peaceful span of time, one sorely needed.

     It looks as if she's thinking for a moment, debating on whether to speak up again, brows furrowed as she considers. Finally, she asks, "You remember in the ice cream shop, meeting Professor Minerva....?"

Warpath has posed:
     "Our ancestors live on in us yes." he tells you softly,"It's our responsibility to make sure that they do." There is a moment of consideration and he nods,"I remember yes. She seemed like a good person. Very intelligent."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Well... you're not going to believe this...." From Shannon, those were loaded words. She tilts her head up... and up... and up some more, craning her neck slightly to peer up at Warpath with those pale blue eyes, with something of a sheepish grin on her face. Uh-oh.

Warpath has posed:
     He looks back down at you, studying you as you crane your neck,"Why do I get the feeling that you know something about her that I don't know about yet?" he asks raising a brow,"Probably something I am either not going to want to know or else at least be seriously surprised?"

Nightingale has posed:
     "Well..." The winged teen just nibbles her lower lip for a second. "I'm just hoping this doesn't create any more headaches for poor Mr. Summers. God only knows he has his hands full at the best of times." She takes a deep breath, wincing as it's maybe just a little -too- deep. "I did a little bit of digging, because let's face it, Minerva's not a common name outside of mythology. And... well... just a whole bunch of little things that seem random were lining up. Yes, she is a professor over in NYC, but well... there's something a bit more, too."

     Smiling a little bit, Shannon lets this sink in before going on. "She's very well named. It's actually Athena."

Warpath has posed:
     "That's a pretty big leap. Just on a name." he tells you with a shrug,"As for Summers, he lives for that sort of thing." he mumbles. Looks at you for a long time he adds,"So. Do you have something other than names to build on? Have you encountered her again?"

Nightingale has posed:
     "It's not just that, though. She actually showed herself maybe a day or two later, when I was in one of my thinking spots. Not on school grounds. There's a spot a short hike away I like to go to sometimes. Hadn't been there for a couple months so I went back, and oof, did I get a surprise." Shannon shrugs and smiles somewhat. "Not something I expected. It was a very peaceful encounter."