Thunder rolled and shattered windows exploded into the room
Scott looked up noting dryly (though now quite wet actually considering the rain was soaking him through) that it had taken mere minutes for this to be proven to be a bad idea.
He sighed and cast a glance out the window and found exactly what he had feared 23 assorted X-men, New Mutants, and Justice Society members fighting in an all out fracas that appeared to be trying to start world war three.
He calmly ducked as Black Canary and Moonstar hurtled through the window and collided with the wall behind the chair where he had been sitting. He got up and grabbed the bullhorn he had set aside exactly for this reason.
He stepped outside and raised the bullhorn, casually zapping Sand and Rictor when they dueled from opposing hillocks of sand and rock...
Using the bullhorn it was a matter of mere moments to get the fight stopped and the teams sorted out, though Wolverine and Hawkgirl kept wary eyes on each other.
By asking careful questions, he managed to get the start of the fight narrowed down to four people: Beast, Nightcrawler, Tasmanian Devil, and Blue Devil.
They tried to explain what had happened, but in the end all it seemed to come down to was a disagreement carried on while drinking fuzzy navels over who was and was not a better representation of their particular codename.
Scott looked at the four already fuzzy and furry "heroes" in disbelief, sighed and turned around and walked away, wondering idly if there was any hope of sanity left in the world...or worlds.
the last thing anyone heard of him was one final oath cast back over his shoulders at the four guilty looking culprits; "...fuzzy logic"
Scott looked up noting dryly (though now quite wet actually considering the rain was soaking him through) that it had taken mere minutes for this to be proven to be a bad idea.
He sighed and cast a glance out the window and found exactly what he had feared 23 assorted X-men, New Mutants, and Justice Society members fighting in an all out fracas that appeared to be trying to start world war three.
He calmly ducked as Black Canary and Moonstar hurtled through the window and collided with the wall behind the chair where he had been sitting. He got up and grabbed the bullhorn he had set aside exactly for this reason.
He stepped outside and raised the bullhorn, casually zapping Sand and Rictor when they dueled from opposing hillocks of sand and rock...
Using the bullhorn it was a matter of mere moments to get the fight stopped and the teams sorted out, though Wolverine and Hawkgirl kept wary eyes on each other.
By asking careful questions, he managed to get the start of the fight narrowed down to four people: Beast, Nightcrawler, Tasmanian Devil, and Blue Devil.
They tried to explain what had happened, but in the end all it seemed to come down to was a disagreement carried on while drinking fuzzy navels over who was and was not a better representation of their particular codename.
Scott looked at the four already fuzzy and furry "heroes" in disbelief, sighed and turned around and walked away, wondering idly if there was any hope of sanity left in the world...or worlds.
the last thing anyone heard of him was one final oath cast back over his shoulders at the four guilty looking culprits; "...fuzzy logic"