Log from Monday, early evening

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Set immediately after this.


Shiro follows Ororo down to the medlab after their little race. Not entirely by choice, of course, as he'd much rather just return to his room (or better yet, the sky). His sleeves are rolled down as far as they'll go, and his hands are shoved firmly in his pockets, so nobody sees his 'disfigurement.'

Ororo chances a glance at Shiro's face. There was another unhappy customer. She had hoped a day of flying would keep her from angering another soul, but she had failed. Here she was, acting the role of the authoritarian and probably adding another member of the 'I Hate the Cold Weather Bitch Club,' which she believed many of the students were avid members. "I wouldn't be doing it if it wasn't for your own good, Shiro." They entered the medlab to see a grim-looking Hank McCoy to welcome them.

Shiro just shrugs. "I think you are making a big deal out of nothing, Ms. Munroe."

"As I said, I'd rather be overcautious than oblivious." She moved toward Hank, "I think Shiro has something to show you."

Hank raised a curious eyebrow. "Konban wa, Shiro. Nothing serious, I hope?"

Ororo gave Shiro a nudge with her shoulder. "Go on. Show him."

"Konban wa," Shiro replies softly. "Judai ja nai desu yo." He knows he's not about to leave now, though, so he just pulls off his shirt to show McCoy his blackened arms and upper chest. "It's not serious at all. It just . . . happened."

"Hmm. Has it happened before? And under what circumstances did it occur this time?" Hank extends a hand toward Shiro's arm, but checks the movement short of touching the boy. "If I may?"

Shiro holds his arm out, even though his initial reaction is to withdraw it from the hulking blue Beast. "It has only happened when I exerted my powers," he says simply.

"And he tells me this, after we race for about ten minutes, and well, with me using underhanded moves to win." Ororo smirks at Shiro. "Though, I think he should've mentioned it beforehand, don't you, Hank?"

Hank matter-of-factly checks Shiro's pulse, then palpates the discolored area; his fingertips are smooth and warm, reminiscent of lion's pads. "It could very well be a normal occurrence; temporary somatic alterations aren't unknown, particularly in conjunction with energy-related powers. He looks up at Shiro. "It is temporary, I assume? How long does the condition generally last?"

"It depends on how much I went over my limits," Shiro responds, pleasantly surprised by McCoy's touch. Not quite the dark nasty beast he was expecting. "I only remember it happening two or three times."

"Hmm. As a preliminary theory--based, I must point out, far more on speculation than scientific observation--it might be a . . . safety buffer, if you will; your body protecting itself from the overextension of your powers, much as a normal person's would from overexposure to sunlight." He grins, white teeth startling against the blue fur. "But much more dramatic, of course. Where would we mutants be without our drama?"

"Subarashii," Shiro says sarcastically, rolls his eyes. "Drama, exactly what is needed more in this place."

Hank chuckles, releasing Shiro's arm. "I couldn't agree more. And I don't think we need to be immediately concerned, unless the discoloration refuses to fade; although I would like to schedule a series of tests for you in the Danger Room, so that we may either confirm or deny my initial hypothesis."

"If it's necessary." He pulls his shirt back on and shakes his head. "I still think the two of you are overreacting . . ."

"Better to overreact than to be oblivious. How many times do I have to say that to you?"

Hank quirks an eyebrow, amused. "You did come here to learn about your mutant powers, didn't you? This is one aspect of them. Where is your curiosity, young man?"

"Must have left it in Tokyo," he quips.

"Funny. Truly. So, now that my conscience is cleared, I can get some rest. Being a cold-hearted bitch does take effort." Ororo eyed the two men, giving them another impish smile, excusing herself out of the medlab and back to her quarters.

Hank sighs softly as Ororo leaves. "More rest than you will give yourself," he murmurs sadly.


Subarashii means "wonderful."

Comments

[x-rahne.livejournal.com]

Here she was, acting the role of the authoritarian and probably adding another member of the 'I Hate the Cold Weather Bitch Club,' which she believed many of the students were avid members.

Aww, and here we thought she wanted it that way.

[x-sanfuaiyaa.livejournal.com]

We need membership cards.

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

*starts printing them out*

We should probably also take official positions. I claim vice-president.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

I call the private army.

Hrm.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

I need a title!

Re: Hrm.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Underwear Model for the Revolution?

Not in a million years.

[x-storm.livejournal.com]

I resent all of you for wanting to be so actively involved in membership. She's a good person, really. Just wound up more than she should be, you can understand that, right?

Besides, if Ororo finds out that you brats are so eager to agree with her, she'll have to remedy that and fast.

*ebil grin* I love it when a character wakes up crappy in the morning.

Re: Not in a million years.

[x-sanfuaiyaa.livejournal.com]

Don't resent Shiro. He likes Ororo. He just thinks that she's way too overprotective. For him, at least. The other students should be treated like the babies they are.

Or so he says.