xp_logs | Angel and Corsair

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The pyro meets the pirate.

Humming to herself, Angel flipped once more in the air and wiggled her fingers down at the ground. She was working on hovering, this time from an Indian style position, and now she was back to being upside down. Which, really, she preferred because it was simply awesome. She squinted at the book she'd placed a safe distance away and tried to read, testing her concentration.

Chris Summers passed by the open door of the sunroom - and then stopped, backtracking and gazing with some fascination at the levitating redhead. "Hello there," he ventured, once he'd established that her eyes were wide open and alert, and an interruption was thus less likely to make her fall on her head.

A ripple through the fire shield was the only sign that her concentration had wavered and Angel beamed happily at the stranger. "Hello!" she said, waving...only to stop and squeak when her hand got too close to her book. It caught on fire quite cheerfully and she sighed, patting herself down before reaching for a small red object. It was wrapped in some fire proof material and it was obvious this was habit as she used the extinguisher to put out the blaze. "Blast, I totally can't use the 'Teacher, I set my homework on fire' excuse again this week."

Chris was looking more than slightly amused at this point. "Does it happen very often?" he asked. "You must be hard on your personal belongings sometimes..."

"My dad said he purchased stock in this company," she responded a bit petulantly. "But luckily most of my clothes and stuff are totally flame proof." With the fire out, Angel twisted her hips and managed to right herself. "I'm Angel," she continued, looking pleased when she managed to set herself on the ground on both feet. The flames flickered out and she offered him her hand.

"Chris Summers," he said after a moment, taking her hand and shaking it gently. "Scott and Alex's father. The pirate." His lips were twitching. "I hear Scott announced that quite publicly."

Angel was very disappointed that he looked nothing like either Jack Sparrow or Captain Norrington but she kept it to herself. She didn't, however, manage to keep the next portion of her thoughts to herself. "Oh yeah, yeah he did...and, actually, I have to disagree with him. I've never seen porn, sir, but I don't think your mustache would be something I would expect to see in porn. If, you know, I ever saw one. Which I haven't."

Chris opened his mouth - then closed it again, shaking his head quizzically. "I'm going to hope that whatever my son said got garbled in translation."

"He said you had a pornstache," Angel said helpfully, wondering if this was telling. But Mr. Summers was old so was it still telling at that point? Though it probably didn't matter since she really found this funny.

Chris stroked said mustache reflectively, his lips twitching. "Did he. Well, that's all right. A son is allowed to disapprove of his father's facial hair."

It was a pretty silly mustache but she wouldn't tell him that. "Are you really a pirate?" she asked, sounding excited. "With a ship and a crew and a parrot?"

"I wouldn't call myself a pirate," Chris said, still not-quite-smiling. "A smuggler, definitely. A businessman, if you're going to be polite. But yes, I do have a ship and crew. No parrot, but I've always liked birds."

"I think Mr. Dayspring has a parrot that you could borrow. Unless his daughter ate the parrot which would make it an ex-parrot." She leaned over and whispered, "Small children are weird. Not that we grow up to be any better. And I think being an almost kinda pirate is really cool. All that water." Angel looked wistful at the very thought of all that swimming. In between acts of piracy, of course.

"It can be beautiful," Chris said, the smile slipping out. "Not as good as flying, mind you. I manage to do that still, too. You can be a pirate in the air as well," he pointed out, maybe a little mischievously.

At that, Angel's eyes widened just a little bit. "Really?" she asked cautiously, trying to test if he was having her on.

"All depends on what you have in the cargo compartment," Chris said. "Mind you, we do tend to leave the cutlasses at home when we take the plane..."

"Now you're just teasing," Angel sulked, crossing her arms over her chest but there was an amused smile lurking around there somewhere. "I bet it would be easier to be a pirate if you could actually fly on your own."

Chris tilted his head, regarding the girl with interest. "Can you?"

At once, she was backpedaling so the sudden flare of heat and flame wouldn't get him all toasty. Angel beamed at him from several inches above his head. "Yep, yep. That's what I was doing when you came in, actually. Practicing my hovering because I tend to drop myself on my head if I don't work on it. I'm also completely fire proof and totally immune to various elements, you know? Isn't this totally awesome?"

"Awesome, if a little terrifying. I imagine your parents fret about you a great deal," Chris said good-humoredly.

"Probably," Angel agreed, thinking about it. "Dad lives in New York and is more used to it but I think mom more worries about the firefighting stuff than the mutant-y, flamethrowing stuff. Though she's never seen me botch a landing, so that might be why..."

Chris chuckled, leaning against the door frame. "I have to admit, just knowing that both of my sons have powers that involve blowing things up makes me worry. Even though they're both adults and have had plenty of experience in control."

She was back on the ground now, without the fire shield, but she had a small ball of blue flame that she running along her knuckles like someone else would with a coin. "Their powers are pretty cool," Angel said. "But yeah, they're totally part of the 'big boom' crowd around here. Property damage, what's that?"

"I imagine property damage just kind of... happens, around here."

"Sometimes? We're much better about it now though. And Mr. Marko would hang us from the trees by our shoes if we got too out of hand." Angel looked away and then back almost shyly. "It's a good place."

The smile Chris gave her in return was warm. "It seems to be, even after only a couple of days' acquaintance." He rubbed at his jaw and then straightened. "Very big place, mind you. I can't seem to find Professor Xavier's office, and he and I are supposed to be having coffee."

At that, amused laughter bubbled up out of Angel and she made the fire disappear. "I can show you the way," she said, looking really amused. Angel tilted her head at him curiously. "So, you really think you're going to have coffee? Hope you like tea..."