Scott and Lorna, backdated to Tuesday morning

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Backdated to Tuesday morning. Scott tests how Lorna's powers are reacting to the new body. There's a great deal of snark.


"I'm taller than you," Lorna noted with glee, circling around Scott with hand on hips. "This is cool. I always wanted to be tall." Theoretically they were supposed to be practicing but someone had given Lorna sugar and her brand new male body had taken to it like crack. She was practically buzzing, all 6 feet of her.

Scott looked up, managing not to roll her eye. "Yes, yes. You're very tall. I'm glad you're reveling in it."

"This is my one and only chance to be tall, don't ruin it for me." Lorna tossed her head in a habitual gesture that did absolutely nothing to her short deep green hair. "How come guy's clothes are so weirdly baggy? Everything I tried on was designed like it was supposed to just hang on you, which is weird since it's not like there's anything to hang on but shoulders."

"Do I look like a fashion designer?" It came out a little more snappishly than Scott had really intended. She took a deep breath, blowing a stray lock of hair out of her eyes. "Can we focus on what we're supposed to be doing, here?"

"Why so cranky, Scottina?" Lorna bounced on her toes then considered that that probably wasn't very manly of her. "Is it that time of the month? Getting a visit from Aunt Flo?" She tried to look concerned and not sadistic.

"You may be taller than me, but that doesn't mean I can't still put you on your ass if you ever call me Scottina again, Lorne." Scott placed her hands on her hips, gazing up at Lorna. It wasn't an idle threat. The lost inches hadn't meant lost muscle, oddly enough; it had been compressed into the smaller frame instead. She had already sparred with Jean once and won easily.

"Loren. Like Loren Dean, which is like Dane." Lorna had obviously given this some thought. She eyed Scott for a moment then shrugged, grinning, "Okay fine. What are we doing again? Just making sure everything is still wired right powers wise? Because it's totally not otherwise. I think this body doesn't quite take caffeine with quite the same reaction."

"Checking powers is what we're doing, yes." Scott had been down here the first morning after returning home, making sure that the new hormones hadn't adversely affected the optic blasts. "Standard drills," she said, gesturing around at the various metal objects around them in the Danger Room. "If you do fine, I'll have the room start shooting at you."

"Easy peasy." Lorna declared and flicked her wrists. This body stood differently and she felt constantly off-balance, trying to compensate for body parts both new and missing. It was really irritating. The irritation carried through her gesture and the first of her targets hurled into the air with quite a bit more force than she'd intended. "Huh," she said, halting its progress. "Are these lighter than usual?"

"Nooooo," Scott drawled, tilting her head. "You're flinging them harder."

"Dude." Lorna lifted the others, juggled them. "I think I like being a guy. They feel like they're just tin cans."

"Raises an interesting question," Scott said, rather humorlessly. "Are Magneto's extreme power levels because of the testosterone? Believe it or not," she said before Lorna could reply, "that's come up before. Gender differences among energy wielders or projectors..."

Lorna shook her head--she rather liked this haircut actually. Why hadn't she ever considered short hair before? "No, I don't think it's the testosterone. I think it's size. He's bigger, that means he can generate stronger fields and has a better mass to anchor them with." She lifted her six foot frame off the floor, marvelled at the ease of it. "He could still kick my ass, I think."

"Well, I am tickled at just how many of my female colleagues still look like models even in male bodies," Scott said drolly.

"Xavier's curse, everyone's pretty. You're looking pretty smoking yourself," Lorna winked at her team leader, folding long legs into a sitting position. "Your brother is quite the looker too," she added absently while messing with the training spheres in ever more complicated patterns.

"Uh-huh." Scott sometimes wondered what would happen if she just... shook Lorna. Seriously.

Most likely, her head would rattle from all the loose screws. "Well, I mean, he is usually," Lorna looked down at Scott again, blinking like she thought he might be offended by that. "But the girlbody is cute. The dimples are to die for. But really, this unfortunate circumstance has been good for just about everyone. Logan actually looks vaguely presentable...you know, once he puts a whole shirt on."

The growl Scott emitted at that wouldn't have sounded out of place coming from Logan, and there was a very dangerous look - and a very alarming red glow - in her one real eye. "Logan," she hissed, "is a bastard. Or a bitch. Or possibly both. And if she - he goes anywhere near Jean again until this wears off I am going to concentrate on making his life as miserable as possible for the next year."

Lorna flipped upside down, part of her training was working with odd spacial relationships. It was nice to do this part of it without hair in her eyes. "Want me to beat him...um, her...Logan, I mean. Him up for you? I totally can." Scott and Jean had such an odd relationship when you got right down to it.

"Could you make him beat himself up?" Scott grumbled, folding her arms across her chest. "That would be thoroughly entertaining. 'Stop hitting yourself, Logan!'"

Lorna nodded, "I totally could. He's nicely ferrous."

"Tempting. Very, very tempting."