Warren Worthington III

There was a thick fog roiling over Alcatraz by the time Warren managed to make it back to the island. A thick fog, broken only by the occasional burst of fire, like something large and heavy was being thrown and then hit, over and over again with gouts of flame.

Fog. Not exactly Warren's best friend, when he needed to come in and land. Karla was still here somewhere. His dad was safe, sure, but it wouldn't be worth it if he lost her to a bunch of insane mutants.

The fireballs stopped. A moment later, steam, fire clashing against ice.

"Karla!"

He couldn't see anything through this fog, damn it. He could hear yelling, footsteps as more troops armed with cure weapons honed in on one central location.

To hell with them. They weren't who he'd come back for.

"Karla!"

( Karla was still hobbling... )

[NFI, NFB, preplayed with and coded by glacial_witch, and pretty roughly based on the events of the last big battle in that really stupid movie that this kid comes from. Post contains Violent Themes and NPC death up the wazzoo. Dusty, dusty NPC death. There'll be just one more post after this, sometime later today. Almost done, I swear!]

The flight to San Francisco had gone more or less smoothly, really. Hell, it had been downright quiet, except for the phone call that Karla had made back while they were still somewhere over Nebraska. Warren had gone pretty quiet from there. The amount of yelling that he could hear from the other end of the phone had been almost as unsettling as the vague knowledge of what they were heading into in the first place.

( One did not simply walk into Alcatraz. )

[NFB, NFI, and once again written with the lovely glacial_witch! We're almost done with this canon catchup mess, promise!]

The trip to Xavier's had been... actually mind-numbingly uneventful. Warren had been quiet, staring out the window of the train and losing himself in his own thoughts, and while the bus had been crowded, it hadn't been so bad that anyone had noticed his claws or jostled his wings. He was going to consider that a win, thank you.

Once he and Karla stepped onto the grounds, he couldn't help but bite back a frown. The place was full of flowers. Which was... not necessarily a bad thing. Except that the flowers were mostly set up around a memorial. A memorial, recently erected, dedicated to the memory of one Charles Xavier.

"That is not good."

He didn't even wait for a reply before he was rushing up to the front steps, inviting himself into the building and making his way down hallways that he'd only walked one before, in a reality that wasn't even his own, looking for somebody who could tell him what in the world was going on. ( Karla was running after him... )

[NFI and NFB for distance, preplayed with and coded by the wonderful glacial_witch, follows this, and ganked loosely from that five-minute bits-and-pieces feature about Warren because there IS NO THIRD MOVIE DAMMIT.]