))Sack O'Anvils says:
G'morning!
Summer Thompson says:
Hmmm.... wonder if I can...
*Summer concentrates... biting her lip, looking really focused... but ends up levitating only Sack's underwear, resulting in an atomic wedgie in the Megatonne-category*
Oops... *giggle* Sowwy!
Sack O'Anvils says:
*picks himself up off the ground, a slight haze in the air above him as his rage begins to bloom...*
Summer.....!!!!
Summer Thompson says:
What?!
*looks completely blonde*
Was just experimenting. *You* told me that was good, that one has to try and learn from it! Mm hm, you did!
*nods sagely*
Sack O'Anvils says:
*clenches his fists in an attempt to restrain himself, the thick leather of his gauntlets creaking in protest, and speaks between gritted teeth*
I ALSO mentioned no levitating team mates without warning! Remember THAT?!
Summer Thompson says:
*looks down at her feet...*
Alright... like, sorry, ok?
*shuffles her feet and squirms a bit in place... looking up at him with doe-eyes*
Sack O'Anvils says:
*glares at her, fighting the urge to extricate his underwear from his lower intestine... then looks heavenward with a "Why me?" look, and stomps off round the corner*
Summer Thompson says:
*scampers after him*
Well you asked me, remember! There I was, enjoying college life quite a bit and all of a sudden I'm in the middle of like, a nuclear test area with trolls and mutants running all around me and I'm throwing people in the air with my bare thought and the like...
So if anyone should be asking "Why me?" it's, *me*!
Totally so.
Hanging out with heroes is fun and all but... if you expect me to be one I'm kind of thinking I was having a pretty good time hanging with the girls at the sorority.
Sack O'Anvils says:
*mutters as he stomps*
Sure, sure, YOU have it bad... Millenia I've lived, and I've never found a group so damn TALKATIVE!!!
Summer Thompson says:
*blinks*
What... millennia?
*tilts her head and looks at him*
So... you have, like, known Jesus or Mohammed or Buddah and people like that?
What was Buddah like?! Did he really change from having that huge pot belly to a lean mean thinkin' machine?!
*bounces after him with renewed enthusiasm*
Sack O'Anvils says:
*stops and swings 'round to face her*
Yes. And for the record, kid... there's more to life than getting drunk and leaping into bed with every jock with a room-temperature IQ who happens to be good at throwing a piece of treated pigskin to another mindless jock!!
*sighs, and starts walking again*
Never mind.
Summer Thompson says:
Hey, I resent that! I do *not* jump into be with any other jock!
Just that Peter Johnsson... he was *so* dreamy... and that quarter back Stephens, mm MM! Oh, and let's not forget...
*stops midsentence... ponders... and sort of blushes*
Never mind.
Sack O'Anvils says:
Uh huh.
*speaks drily, not looking at her, heading resolutely for the base portal*
Summer Thompson says:
Hey, where are you off to?
*grabs her purse and pats her shoulder for her kitten to jump up on and runs after him*
Are we doing something fun today?
Sack O'Anvils says:
*winces* We...?
Summer Thompson says:
*comes up to him, standing right next to him and looks up at him with a sugarcoated honey-smile of utter innocene and cluelessness*
Mm hm! "We"... you know like "You and I". "Nous" in French.
Sack O'Anvils says:
*stops in front of the base portal, and almost unconsciously crumples a portion of the steel frame in his massive hand, muttering to himself*
Damn you, Dragonet... this had better be worth it...
*forces a smile and turns to her*
Sure, kid... you can come along. It'll be good... practice.
But.
Summer Thompson says:
Hm?
*blinks while she waits for the continuance*
Sack O'Anvils says:
*leans down and puts his face very close to hers*
*speaks softly but with an element of menace* If I *ever* catch you "practicing" on squad members again without *express* permission... I'll show you a little levitation trick of my own. We clear?
Summer Thompson says:
*looks at him wideeyed for a few seconds*
*Then shrugs and answers equally chirpy and cheerful as before*
Okay!
*...before skipping into the portal*
Sack O'Anvils says:
*straightens and rolls his eyes heavenward, gritting his teeth, before shaking his head and lumbering through the portal with a resigned expression*
/S
