Post by Odin on Apr 9, 2009 21:04:33 GMT -5
((OOC: This occurs a week after the riot, and "Building a Little Robot," which would make it occur approximately January 31st. It occurs before "Strolling," "Jack of All Spades" and Paige's fight with X-23 and her subsequent "rescue." Lastly, it is a followup to "Finishing for the Weekend."))
::Odin had to ask himself what he was doing here. It was Saturday night, and he was young, single, and had disposable income. He should be out on the town, enjoying himself. Considering his chosen company and hobbies, this was precisely where he would spend a Saturday night, and thus that aspect of the question was moot.
He had to ask himself what he was doing here, waiting for Magneto to arrive. Magneto of all individuals. His thoughts drifted to the week before and their encounter at the cafe. Odin hadn't expected it; in fact, after spending far too much time recuperating in Salem and never once seeing the other man in passing, he had reached the conclusion he would never encounter him. After the Brotherhood had ruined the rally in August, he'd become glad of that.
Yet, here he was.
These troubling situations had a way of finding him, and he apparently had neither the sense nor the wherewithal to prevent himself from leaving a forwarding address. One would think that with a high IQ, an eidetic memory, and far more life experience than he should have at his age, he would know better, and would keep himself from stepping into these situations.
Yet here he was.
The memory of the riot last week was fresh in his mind; each power that had flared, each person he had encountered, ending with that small child in his arms. He had found his father and returned him, which was his only accomplishment of that riot. This was not the mindset he should have when meeting Magneto. In the Hellfire Club of all places.
He wanted a drink, wanted not needed - and he had begun to make the determination each time, lest his patterns become indicative of an addiction. However, he had such a low tolerance, and he would need his full wits about him during this meeting.
Glancing at his watch, he idly wondered if the older man would come at all, or if he was too forgettable for a followup. He found himself so hopeful, despite the insult to his ego it would bring.::
::Odin had to ask himself what he was doing here. It was Saturday night, and he was young, single, and had disposable income. He should be out on the town, enjoying himself. Considering his chosen company and hobbies, this was precisely where he would spend a Saturday night, and thus that aspect of the question was moot.
He had to ask himself what he was doing here, waiting for Magneto to arrive. Magneto of all individuals. His thoughts drifted to the week before and their encounter at the cafe. Odin hadn't expected it; in fact, after spending far too much time recuperating in Salem and never once seeing the other man in passing, he had reached the conclusion he would never encounter him. After the Brotherhood had ruined the rally in August, he'd become glad of that.
Yet, here he was.
These troubling situations had a way of finding him, and he apparently had neither the sense nor the wherewithal to prevent himself from leaving a forwarding address. One would think that with a high IQ, an eidetic memory, and far more life experience than he should have at his age, he would know better, and would keep himself from stepping into these situations.
Yet here he was.
The memory of the riot last week was fresh in his mind; each power that had flared, each person he had encountered, ending with that small child in his arms. He had found his father and returned him, which was his only accomplishment of that riot. This was not the mindset he should have when meeting Magneto. In the Hellfire Club of all places.
He wanted a drink, wanted not needed - and he had begun to make the determination each time, lest his patterns become indicative of an addiction. However, he had such a low tolerance, and he would need his full wits about him during this meeting.
Glancing at his watch, he idly wondered if the older man would come at all, or if he was too forgettable for a followup. He found himself so hopeful, despite the insult to his ego it would bring.::
