Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2016 11:06:22 GMT
The entire exhaustion of the battle was starting to catch up with Jay again, though he still hadn’t been as out of it as the last time he’d sustained heavy damage, and with his wing set and things patched up, aside from meeting (and eating a grossly huge amount of food), there wasn’t much else to be done here. He should go to the X-Mansion as soon as possible, that much he was aware of.
Jay was skeptical, but with way she was talking he knew it wouldn’t do any good to point out that it was really unfair to judge them by their rulers and their race. Seemed pretty damn hypocritical too, from his perspective. Then again, what she’d gone through could’ve been pretty traumatic, so maybe it was left over resentment. He was also the type of person to give people multiple chances to try and to at least let people try.
He was optimistic that way, but for now just decided to drop it. “Huh, interestin’.” Jay commented. The array of abilities displayed by mutants and other races was astounding. It made one wonder why some humans hated them so much. Then again, they hated interracial relationships (and were still judgemental and not over that at times) still disliked gay relationships. Basically anything strange that didn’t fit into a neat little parameter that most conservatives deemed acceptable was to be treated with hostility.
So Jay focused his attention back on music. “Yeah. Apparently Elle wants me ta compose somethin’ fer her? She, ah….heard one o’ my covers from way back when.” Specifically his cover of ‘The River’ by Bruce Springsteen. He was still working on composing a few of his own. They weren’t complete yet, and he was still unhappy with how they came out, but he was making some sort of progress.
“Ah think it’d be swell.” Jay said in response, before being distracted by his phone call. He absent-mindedly grabbed a container, checking to see what it was (Chinese) before digging in. This, this is what heaven was like he imagined. After that blasphemous thought. Well, sort of…anyway. “An’ so?” Jay mentioned. “Could always manage anotha band. Or do, what? Backup vocals? Ah really dunno if ya kin sing or play somethin’.” He couldn’t remember if she did or not at this point in time.
“Sure we do, but hey. Ah’m sure everyone wouldn’t mind ya comin’ back on tour.”
Ali and Rouge had a quick conversation amongst themselves. Jay picked clean the first container….and the second that he’d grabbed…and the third….It was filling but it still felt like he needed way more than what was here, or to just go back to sleep.
It wasn’t really a bad notion. He caught the word mansion. “Ah don’ mind if we go there. Ah think SHIELD’s done all it can fer me here…” And it would be nice to have a place to just crash in and have his questions answered about the slow healing rate in. The exhaustion was seeping back in, now that everyone was confirmed as ‘safe’.
The bigger question was how the hell they were going to get out of this crowd.
Jay was skeptical, but with way she was talking he knew it wouldn’t do any good to point out that it was really unfair to judge them by their rulers and their race. Seemed pretty damn hypocritical too, from his perspective. Then again, what she’d gone through could’ve been pretty traumatic, so maybe it was left over resentment. He was also the type of person to give people multiple chances to try and to at least let people try.
He was optimistic that way, but for now just decided to drop it. “Huh, interestin’.” Jay commented. The array of abilities displayed by mutants and other races was astounding. It made one wonder why some humans hated them so much. Then again, they hated interracial relationships (and were still judgemental and not over that at times) still disliked gay relationships. Basically anything strange that didn’t fit into a neat little parameter that most conservatives deemed acceptable was to be treated with hostility.
So Jay focused his attention back on music. “Yeah. Apparently Elle wants me ta compose somethin’ fer her? She, ah….heard one o’ my covers from way back when.” Specifically his cover of ‘The River’ by Bruce Springsteen. He was still working on composing a few of his own. They weren’t complete yet, and he was still unhappy with how they came out, but he was making some sort of progress.
“Ah think it’d be swell.” Jay said in response, before being distracted by his phone call. He absent-mindedly grabbed a container, checking to see what it was (Chinese) before digging in. This, this is what heaven was like he imagined. After that blasphemous thought. Well, sort of…anyway. “An’ so?” Jay mentioned. “Could always manage anotha band. Or do, what? Backup vocals? Ah really dunno if ya kin sing or play somethin’.” He couldn’t remember if she did or not at this point in time.
“Sure we do, but hey. Ah’m sure everyone wouldn’t mind ya comin’ back on tour.”
Ali and Rouge had a quick conversation amongst themselves. Jay picked clean the first container….and the second that he’d grabbed…and the third….It was filling but it still felt like he needed way more than what was here, or to just go back to sleep.
It wasn’t really a bad notion. He caught the word mansion. “Ah don’ mind if we go there. Ah think SHIELD’s done all it can fer me here…” And it would be nice to have a place to just crash in and have his questions answered about the slow healing rate in. The exhaustion was seeping back in, now that everyone was confirmed as ‘safe’.
The bigger question was how the hell they were going to get out of this crowd.
@rouge and Z inactive alisonblaire THIS IS SO LATE I'M SO SORRY LATE LATE LATE D;