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New York City, The Not Too Distant Future
A cure.
Warren Worthington III, heir to his father's fortune, the envy of any guy in New York state who heard his name, couldn't help but shiver at that phrase.
He wasn't there in person to watch his father give his address to the public, announcing Worthington Labs' latest, most remarkable breakthrough. Unveiling what was possibly the most groundbreaking discovery that man-and-mutantkind had ever known. He had the television on, but he wasn't listening. He was standing at the window of the penthouse apartment, staring down at the city below. Warren didn't need to pay attention. He'd heard it all before, had discussed this with his father time and time again.
A cure.
"These so-called mutants are people," his father's voice insisted, speaking out to the media gathered outside the Worthington Labs facility situated out of what used to be Alcatraz, "just like us. Their affliction is nothing more than a disease, a corruption of healthy cellular activity."
A corruption? Thanks, dad.
"But I stand here today to tell you there's hope. This site, once the world's most famous prison, will now be the source of freedom for all mutants who choose it."
Mutants who choose it. Key words. Choose it. Warren cast an annoyed look over his shoulder, frowning toward the television before looking back out his window. New York seemed so small, today. Maybe that was because it felt as though it was closing in on him, and fast.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I proudly present the answer to mutation. Finally, we have a cure."
Bound to his back by the leather harness that he wore to keep them from being too obvious when he went out in public, Warren's wings were restricted to little more than an uncomfortable twitch, feathers ruffled. His eyebrows furrowed.
There was a cure, now. And he was scheduled to be the first mutant ever to take it.
He wanted to fly. But they were taking his wings away tomorrow.
[Establishy, NFB, of course. He's not in the same NYC as the rest of you are at the moment, so there's no chance for interaction just yet, either. Warren's father's lines were ganked from X-Men: The Last Stand. OOC is welcome! Mmm, newbie day looms.]
Warren Worthington III, heir to his father's fortune, the envy of any guy in New York state who heard his name, couldn't help but shiver at that phrase.
He wasn't there in person to watch his father give his address to the public, announcing Worthington Labs' latest, most remarkable breakthrough. Unveiling what was possibly the most groundbreaking discovery that man-and-mutantkind had ever known. He had the television on, but he wasn't listening. He was standing at the window of the penthouse apartment, staring down at the city below. Warren didn't need to pay attention. He'd heard it all before, had discussed this with his father time and time again.
A cure.
"These so-called mutants are people," his father's voice insisted, speaking out to the media gathered outside the Worthington Labs facility situated out of what used to be Alcatraz, "just like us. Their affliction is nothing more than a disease, a corruption of healthy cellular activity."
A corruption? Thanks, dad.
"But I stand here today to tell you there's hope. This site, once the world's most famous prison, will now be the source of freedom for all mutants who choose it."
Mutants who choose it. Key words. Choose it. Warren cast an annoyed look over his shoulder, frowning toward the television before looking back out his window. New York seemed so small, today. Maybe that was because it felt as though it was closing in on him, and fast.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I proudly present the answer to mutation. Finally, we have a cure."
Bound to his back by the leather harness that he wore to keep them from being too obvious when he went out in public, Warren's wings were restricted to little more than an uncomfortable twitch, feathers ruffled. His eyebrows furrowed.
There was a cure, now. And he was scheduled to be the first mutant ever to take it.
He wanted to fly. But they were taking his wings away tomorrow.
[Establishy, NFB, of course. He's not in the same NYC as the rest of you are at the moment, so there's no chance for interaction just yet, either. Warren's father's lines were ganked from X-Men: The Last Stand. OOC is welcome! Mmm, newbie day looms.]