Post by Windchill on Dec 13, 2009 15:07:33 GMT -5
Windchill looks up from his small ice sculpture, a little crude figurine of a werewolf that he touches on the head and it melts back into a small puddle of water on the table.
He notices Elixir going crazy with the hot sauce and remarks, "I know Sparky burgers are pretty nasty, but damn. Want some food with your hot sauce?" He laughs a bit through saddened eyes.
He takes the lyric sheets from Elixir, examining them. "This was a song Brad was writing for Cheryl," his eyes welling up with tears again. "He never got to sing it to her. I... I... thank you for grabbing this."
Straightening up in his booth seat, Windchill says "Did you see the news this morning? The others, Shockwave, Flashdance, Oldschool... they're definitely making names for themselves, stopping driveby shootings and monster attacks. And us," pointing to the students demonstrating on the quad outside the window, "we're just 'muties' to them. Have you ever been to the Superman Museum in Metropolis? Guy shows up from another planet with godlike powers ripping through steel like tissue paper and tossing things into orbit and he gets a museum. And we get to be the object of fear and ignorance for being born with powers. Heck, the whole world stops to appreciate Captain Mar-Vell, another alien, just for dying of cancer. 'We interrupt the Reverend Stryker Gospel Mutant Haters Hour to bring sad news of an alien dying...' Hell, the Justice League formed to stop an alien invasion, and three founding members aren't even human or mutant. Quite a messed up world we live in."
Windchill shrugs, "What can we do about it? The whole world has gone to hell since the World Court let that Magneto guy off the hook."
Getting back to the task at hand, Windchill says "We're supposed to meet with Oldschool and the others at some homeless shelter on the Lower East Side in an hour. Spellbound told me when she took me home last night that she had information pertaining to some 'magic book' they are looking for. Mutants, monsters, and magic. Sounds like the name of a metal album. Anyway, you said those monsters were not alive? What's the deal with that?"
He notices Elixir going crazy with the hot sauce and remarks, "I know Sparky burgers are pretty nasty, but damn. Want some food with your hot sauce?" He laughs a bit through saddened eyes.
He takes the lyric sheets from Elixir, examining them. "This was a song Brad was writing for Cheryl," his eyes welling up with tears again. "He never got to sing it to her. I... I... thank you for grabbing this."
Straightening up in his booth seat, Windchill says "Did you see the news this morning? The others, Shockwave, Flashdance, Oldschool... they're definitely making names for themselves, stopping driveby shootings and monster attacks. And us," pointing to the students demonstrating on the quad outside the window, "we're just 'muties' to them. Have you ever been to the Superman Museum in Metropolis? Guy shows up from another planet with godlike powers ripping through steel like tissue paper and tossing things into orbit and he gets a museum. And we get to be the object of fear and ignorance for being born with powers. Heck, the whole world stops to appreciate Captain Mar-Vell, another alien, just for dying of cancer. 'We interrupt the Reverend Stryker Gospel Mutant Haters Hour to bring sad news of an alien dying...' Hell, the Justice League formed to stop an alien invasion, and three founding members aren't even human or mutant. Quite a messed up world we live in."
Windchill shrugs, "What can we do about it? The whole world has gone to hell since the World Court let that Magneto guy off the hook."
Getting back to the task at hand, Windchill says "We're supposed to meet with Oldschool and the others at some homeless shelter on the Lower East Side in an hour. Spellbound told me when she took me home last night that she had information pertaining to some 'magic book' they are looking for. Mutants, monsters, and magic. Sounds like the name of a metal album. Anyway, you said those monsters were not alive? What's the deal with that?"