13967/Of New York Skies

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Of New York Skies
Date of Scene: 25 January 2023
Location: Upper East Side
Synopsis: Kurt and Warren meet on a rooftop. They talk! So exciting!
Cast of Characters: Kurt Wagner, Warren Worthington




Kurt Wagner has posed:
    The Upper East Side of New York City is bustling with activity. New York is the city that never sleeps, after all, and the middle of the day is just as busy as night. Overhead, however, is not something most people pay attention to. A common piece of advice to tourists is that if you don't want to look like a tourist, keep your head down.

---BAMF!---

    Kurt appears just above one of the taller buildings with a flat roof. His arms outstretched, feet curled in with his knees against his chest, he kicks downward without locking his knees to brace himself against the short fall. Nightcrawler is pretty precise, so he only falls about a foot--less than a third of a meter.
    Kurt looks over the city. Sunlight shines over rooftops. There are people far below. Kurt isn't scared of heights. A quick bamf will see him safely to the ground in most cases. Kurt looks up. Birds fill the sky, flying care free above the buildings. There's one particularly BIG bird. Kurt raises an eyebrow as he watches that bird for a few moments.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Look! Up in the sky! Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! It's an angel! Or at least that is one of the monikers that Warren sometimes uses when he is 'in the field'. Today though, at least how he is dressed, it's just Warren.

The bespoke business suited playboy looks like he is flying over towards One Maddison, where he lives in the penthouse, but the familiar purplish smoke appearing on a rooftop just ahead on his flight path catches his eye and he grins. Folding his wings against his back to gain speed, he makes a dive towards Kurt, looking to see if he can surprise his old teammate and friend not knowing he himself has already been spotted.

Kurt Wagner has posed:
    Kurt waves his hand and smiles as Warren approaches. Once the other is close enough where Kurt doesn't have to shout loud enough to give himself away, he hails, "Guten tag, Warren!" Hands on his hips, the diving angel ALSO not tightening the blue mutant's stomach, despite all the nonsense last year.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren Worthington unfurls his wings at the last moment to slow down, and lands lightly on the rooftop next to Kurt with a wave of his own. Warren's decent and landing may have given away any chance of Kurt being stealthy, but people rarely look up. "Hey Kurt! What brings you out to the city? Had enough of the mansion and decided you needed to get some street meat? I know a great dog cart not to far from here."

The blond mutant runs his fingers through his hair, combing it back and out of his face as he glances over towards the supposed cart. "Bacon wrapped, with peppers and onions..little ketchup. Kind of like they make them in LA. I know, I know...sacrilege."

Kurt Wagner has posed:
    Kurt shakes his head and waves off the suggestion. "Ja, it sounds like it tastes good, but I should keep myself in good condition." He bends at the knees like a coiling spring then jumps to do a backflip without using his hands. He stands up straight after he lands and says, "My body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, ja?" It's reasoning, not boasting, but there it is.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren Worthington chuckles, folding his wing flat up against his back and pats his abdomen, "Hey, are you saying I am getting fat?!" He grins, obviously joking as he shrugs his shoulder, sending waves of ripples through the feathers on that shoulder. "That's it...City life is making me go soft. I need to hit the gym." He folds his arms over his his chest loosely, "So, what brings you out here?"

Kurt Wagner has posed:
    "I often look at the city from above," Kurt says. He smiles broadly. "I imagine my viewpoint stutters compared to yours, ja?" He puts his hands on his hips and looks out over the rooftops. "It is a marvelous city. Sometimes, I see someone who needs help," he explains. "Sometimes, I find someone helping others." He looks at Warren. "That lifts my spirit." He looks back out over the city. "Sometimes, I just find peace and quite for a time between classes."

Warren Worthington has posed:
     Warren chuckles as he looks out over the city from the rooftop, "Well, my view is infinitely higher so it's really not a fair comparison is it? It's like comparing the view from an airplane vs a view from a space shuttle. Both have their beauty, what one lacks in detail the other gains in...I don't know. Pretend I said something profound there." The Angel grins, turning back to Kurt, "But I get it. Sometimes I just go for a fly to clear my head and get some peace and quiet. Certainly after long days stuck in a boardroom." He makes a sound and crunches up his face, "The worst."

    "So, how are things over at Xavier's? Anything interesting to report as far as what the kids are calling 'hot gos' these days? I really need to try and get out there more often."

Kurt Wagner has posed:
    "Hang on," Kurt says as Warren tries to change the subject. "What do you mean higher?" His voice has a bit of a playful spark to it. "You're limited by aerodynamics. I think I might be able to go into space. Find me a space suit; I might be able to go to the moon!"

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Oh? You think so? Well, fair enough." laughs Warren with a grin. "Might be a bit tiring for you though to stay in the atmosphere long enough to get a decent look at the view....gravity is a bitch." He shrugs his shoulder and looks up, "Wouldn't you like constantly have to port just to stay in the same area? Unless, you know, freefall. And then does your momentum carry over with you? Could get messy."

Kurt Wagner has posed:
    "It's fine," Kurt says. "If I kept my falling momentum, I wouldn't be able to save people from far up, ja?" Jumping up, he quickly pulls his knees up against his chest and thrusts his arms out. It's clearly a posture for balancing rather than necessity.

---BAMF!---

---BAMF!---

    Above the antenna on the rooftop, Kurt lands the same way he landed on the roof. Bringing his knees out, he grips the antenna with both feet then with both hands. Looking down at Warren, he begins to reason things out for himself. "I have teleported into and out of the X-Jet," he says. "I have rescued people whose parachutes didn't open by teleporting them safely to the ground. Even the movement of God's footstool, the Earth, is different in different locations."

---BAMF!---

---BAMF!---

    Kurt appears next to Warren, facing the same direction as he. "No disorientation. Something changes in the transit, but I don't know how it works. Sorry," he finally offers with a shrug. "Still, I could almost certainly teleport in bursts to the moon," he says, his smile broadening, this time definitely playfully one-upping his friend.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Waving his hand in front of his face to try and dissipate the smoke and sulfur smell, Warren chuckles and shrug. "Maybe you could at that. Well, fair enough. Let's just hope you never have to have a reason to try and teleport all the way to the moon, regardless. It just /sounds/ exhausting even if it isn't."