2837/Feelings and Hurts

Feelings and Hurts
Date of Scene:	14 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Meggan, Warpath

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Meggan has posed:
Meggan heads towards the medical area. As a student, she isn't entirely privy to what the X-men and their ilk are always up to, although she's certainly sensed plenty of turmoil today. She presumes it had something to do with Emma Frost and her state as a monkey.

She sensed James' particular empathic signature, especially the flavor of his anger, having gotten a bit of a taste of it on their first encounter. Thankfully not directed her way. She knows there's plenty of pain to go along with it. She helped him once and maybe she can help him again.

She pads down in a tangerine-colored blouse, bare-shouldered and with poofy, long sleeves, along with a pair of green tights. She's barefoot, as usual, padding along the way to the medbay with quick, nervous steps

Warpath has posed:
Standing outside Medlab, James' head is resting against the cool metal wall. He is has some burn injuries. His jaw is swollen, and he radiates a pained a weary feeling. His shirt is gone, revealing his two tattoos and his tremendous musculature. The young man's hair is loose, falling to his shoulders.

Meggan has posed:
Meggan approaches carefully, wincing as she can taste his pain. She reaches out and softly strokes a hand along one of those strong arms, her long nails polished a dark green much like her tights.

"James," she says softly, her green eyes almost lambent with sympathy. "I am sorry for your pain," she says, trying to cast that comfort, that sympathy, towards him with her power.

Warpath has posed:
James Proudstar snaps upright. "Twice you have startled me." James says, abashed. "I heal quick. This will be gone in a day or three, tops. I have a new molar coming in. It hurts like... jeck." He does not want to swear in front of her.
    Pushing a hand through his hair, he finally sees Meggan. "You look nice." The compliment is subdued and gentle. "Thank you for being so." Nice? Sweet? He tries to find the word. He struggles. "You are like a balm to a wound." He says finally.

Meggan has posed:
Meggan smiles, "I hope that means that I make you feel better and smell good, not that I am sticky and come in a jar," she says with a teasing twinkle in her eye.

She reaches up and touches his jaw at that, making a tsking sound as she tastes the pain that comes with that lost tooth, "I understand that we fight for good things, but I do hate to be around violence. I think, if everyone were like me, had my gifts, we would harm each other much less. Because I always know how it feels," she says softly, "I would take your pain, if I could, but I will help however I am able."

Warpath has posed:
James Proudstar barks out a wry laugh. He clenches his jaw. "Do not make me laugh for one. If you came in a jar, I would buy you out." Erk. Said too much. His cheeks flush. He looks a little nervous. His shoulders move in a slight shrug. "I agree. It would be a better world if people were more like you than me." He gives her a little strained, pained smile.

Meggan has posed:
Meggan stands on her tiptoes at the compliment, a pretty blush running through her peachy complexion. "I am glad that you think so. Come, take a seat and let me look at you. I presume you have seen the doctors already, but are being stubborn and manly and trying to pretend as though you need no care. Is that lose to right?" she teases, drawing him over to somewhere where they can sit together.

Warpath has posed:
    "Not too far." She might need him. James does act a little too macho over the injuries. *They cleaned the burns, had me swirl the peroxide. I really do heal fast." His sigh is soft. He caresses her cheek. "Stop doting on me." It is said gently, but he looks nervous. "I.. no one treats me like this. I am s big, mean, nasty Apache warrior, always angry."He looks uncomfortable. "I could get used it." He admits, softly. "I will keep coming around." He ducks his head.

Meggan has posed:
Meggan smiles, "I have no objections to that," she says. "I am Celtic. We have our own tradition of warriors, fierce in their own right, not so different from you," she says. "Perhaps not quite as handsome, but perhaps I am biased," she says.

"All living creatures deserve compassion, James, even mighty Apache warriors."

Warpath has posed:
"How does a pretty, and, uh, wonderful, uh, Celtic, uh, girl..." Hand rakes through his hair. "H-H-How does she get asked out?" He clears his throat. "I like you. I... I could ... I could be better. For a girl like you." Fear.

Meggan has posed:
Meggan smiles, "I don't know if there's a specific way, but I think you kind of just did. And that way works just fine for me. I'd love to go out with you," she says softly. "And you don't have to be better for me. YOu should be the man you want to be, because that's who you'll always be in the end anyway. And I like the man you are, at least, so far," she says. "I know I'm more sensitive than most," she says, eyes turning downward a little bit. "Maybe it makes me soft. That's okay."

Warpath has posed:
    "I want to be better." He does not look at her. His eyes are downcast. His right hand reaches for hers. "You might have to wear shoes to get in. But after we get in, kick them off, okay?" His fingertips tease his hair away from his eyes. He tilts his head to the side. "I like you a little soft." He admits. "I.. can be too rough."

Meggan has posed:
Meggan smiles and laces her fingers with his, letting his strong hand squeeze at her. "Maybe I can just hover so my bare feet don't touch anything," she grins.

She leans in and lays her head against his shoulder, blonde, silken strands spilling down a muscular arm, "I was going to say I like you a little hard, but I think that might sound dirty," she giggles.

Warpath has posed:
"Yes." His hand caresses her cheek. It is a gentle touch. "We can duscuss dirty.* He allows. "Let me be a good guy to you first? Let me demonstrate I am a good guy. Let me.." He considers. "Let me make sure I am worthy." Powerful word that.

Meggan has posed:
Meggan cocks her head slightly, "I am not a sword to be plucked from a lake, a prize to be taken," she says with a bit of amusement. "I do appreciate the sentiment. And I certainly won't object to some gentle treatment," she says.

Warpath has posed:
"No. You are not. I am just not a white k ight. I am a very flawed human being. I make mistakes. I get things done." He sucks in a soft breath. "You are a beautiful person. Through and through."

Meggan has posed:
Meggan lifts his hand up and kisses his knuckles, "Don't mistake me for some sort of angel. I am capable of wrong and arm, just like anyone. Perhaps more than some," she says. "Yes, I am sensitive and I care and I feel very deeply. Sometimes the things I feel aren't so very nice at all," she says.

Warpath has posed:
"I am not putting you on a pedestal. I respect you already." He tilts a brow. He lifts her hand up to kiss her fingertips. "Is it wrong to like you when she is in there? I know what she is. But she gave me an education, a home, and a future. Yes. I am a warrior. A weapon. I wanted that though." He sighs. "You gliw."

Meggan has posed:
Meggan cocks her head as he kisses her fingertips, "Do I? How marvelous," she smiles.

"I do not think it is wrong. I do not know her, but if she is your teacher and your benefactor, then she would want you to be happy. If she is the kind of person who deserves your devotion, which I assume she is, since you are giving it," she says.

Warpath has posed:
"Come up here." His voice is low. He looks about. No one watching. He pulls at her hand, very gently. His cheeks burn red. His kuss is a little awkward. The jaw is swollen. His tongue is a little swollen too. His hand respects her space, hut she can feel how much he enjoys her attention.

Meggan has posed:
Meggan smiles and climbs carefully onto his lap, leaning up and kissing him on the cheek, "It is good of you to worry," she smiles, "But I think that all will be well," she says, leaning into his strong chest.