Warren felt things were really kinda sureal at this point, but wasnt sure what to do about it. Here he was , sometime after midnight, talking to a stranger called Angel. Who seemed to know way more about him and the X-Men than was really normal for a complete stranger.
"So, how do you like L.A., Warren? It's not so bad, despite the mobsters, lost souls, monsters,..."
Angel glanced up at him and broke off, staring behind Warren. Warren turned to look and beheld a strange being whose face seemed demonic somehow. He growled and bared fangs at them.
"...And the vampires."
* * *
Angel stepped forward, and his face seemed to shift and alter, as he shoved Warren aside. He spoke, his voice taking on an insulting cant.
"A little out of your league, arent you?"
The strange vampire charged, and Angel yanked out a stake, dodged slightly, and stabbed the other man in the chest, who promptly screamed and turned to dust.
"They never seem to learn. They just keep trying. You kill a thousand of them and they keep coming."
He broke off, seeing Warren's slightly glazed look, and stuck his hands in his pockets, pulling out a pack of playing cards.
"Wanna play poker?"
* * *
Warren focussed blurred eyes on his cards. He wasnt sure at which point things had gotten out of hand. Perhaps when the others had joined the game including a woman with movie star looks, a studious nerd of a man who peered curiously at Warren every few moments, and a black man who's crossbow lay across his knees while he played.
he had the odd feeling that this night would never end, but go on and on. But at least things had gotten as weird as they could get. And that, of course, was when the giant robot suddenly appeared.
* * *
The group scatterred, cards flying, as everyone dove for weapons or concealment. The robot rose slowly onto the roof, staring down at them. It gleemed in the moonlight. Then, with a suddenness, it spoke.
"Hello all you cool cats, My name is Jazz, and I'm an Autobot. I'm here on a mission. I dont suppose I could crash here with you, untill My ride gets here?"
They all stood, somewhat shocked and stared at the robot. Finally after glancing around, Angel stepped forward. His brows knit for a moment, then cleared as he spoke slowly.
"Sure, uh, Jazz. Do you like poker?"
* * *
Warren watched the group, habving given up all pretense of playing, and tried not to think about who he was so calmly sitting around a roof with. A Giant robot, a vampire, and three human demon fighters...and him, a millionaire mutant with wings. Sounded like the kind of a joke which had a really bad punchline. Finally, he heard the beep of his communicator, and after speeking with Scott for a few moments, bid the others adieu. As he flew off he glanced back one last time, vowing to not come back to L.A. for awhile...Make that never, ever, again.
"So, how do you like L.A., Warren? It's not so bad, despite the mobsters, lost souls, monsters,..."
Angel glanced up at him and broke off, staring behind Warren. Warren turned to look and beheld a strange being whose face seemed demonic somehow. He growled and bared fangs at them.
"...And the vampires."
* * *
Angel stepped forward, and his face seemed to shift and alter, as he shoved Warren aside. He spoke, his voice taking on an insulting cant.
"A little out of your league, arent you?"
The strange vampire charged, and Angel yanked out a stake, dodged slightly, and stabbed the other man in the chest, who promptly screamed and turned to dust.
"They never seem to learn. They just keep trying. You kill a thousand of them and they keep coming."
He broke off, seeing Warren's slightly glazed look, and stuck his hands in his pockets, pulling out a pack of playing cards.
"Wanna play poker?"
* * *
Warren focussed blurred eyes on his cards. He wasnt sure at which point things had gotten out of hand. Perhaps when the others had joined the game including a woman with movie star looks, a studious nerd of a man who peered curiously at Warren every few moments, and a black man who's crossbow lay across his knees while he played.
he had the odd feeling that this night would never end, but go on and on. But at least things had gotten as weird as they could get. And that, of course, was when the giant robot suddenly appeared.
* * *
The group scatterred, cards flying, as everyone dove for weapons or concealment. The robot rose slowly onto the roof, staring down at them. It gleemed in the moonlight. Then, with a suddenness, it spoke.
"Hello all you cool cats, My name is Jazz, and I'm an Autobot. I'm here on a mission. I dont suppose I could crash here with you, untill My ride gets here?"
They all stood, somewhat shocked and stared at the robot. Finally after glancing around, Angel stepped forward. His brows knit for a moment, then cleared as he spoke slowly.
"Sure, uh, Jazz. Do you like poker?"
* * *
Warren watched the group, habving given up all pretense of playing, and tried not to think about who he was so calmly sitting around a roof with. A Giant robot, a vampire, and three human demon fighters...and him, a millionaire mutant with wings. Sounded like the kind of a joke which had a really bad punchline. Finally, he heard the beep of his communicator, and after speeking with Scott for a few moments, bid the others adieu. As he flew off he glanced back one last time, vowing to not come back to L.A. for awhile...Make that never, ever, again.